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Synopsis: For seven years, you've loved Sophia Laforteza in silenceâthe girl who grew up beside you, only to fall in love with your brother, Leon. Now, after debuting together in KATSEYE, you remain by her side, quietly watching the two people you love find happiness together. Sometimes, the hardest love to let go of is the one that never had the chance to begin.
Content: heavy angst, inspired by lifetime by ben & ben, reader as Leon's twin sister, just angst angst angst
7 Years
For the past seven years, you've loved the same person.
Seven years of quietly carrying feelings she never knew existed.
Not because she was oblivious.
Not because you were afraid of rejection.
No.
None of that.
You simply knew she would never feel the same way.
Who, you may ask?
Sophia Laforteza.
Yeah.
The same girl you grew up with.
The same girl who had always been thereâthrough childhood, awkward teenage years, little arguments, stupid jokes, and memories you knew you'd never forget.
And the same girl who was in love with someone else.
Leon Barretto.
Your brother.
You still remember the day you first realized you had a little crush on Sophia.
It was just another ordinary day at schoolâassignments left and right, students laughing in the hallways, teachers calling after those who were running late.
Nothing special.
Nothing that should have stayed in your memory.
Until your eyes caught Sophia's figure from across the hallway.
"Phia!" you called, your face immediately lighting up.
She turned at the sound of her nickname, and the moment she saw you, she smiled.
You quickly walked toward her, falling into step beside her before casually tangling your arm with hers as the two of you made your way toward your classroom.
"You're late," she teased.
"I'm not. You're just early."
She rolled her eyes, laughing softly.
And somehow, that little laugh stayed with you.
When you reached the entrance of your classroom, you found Leon already there, leaning against the door.
"You two took forever," Leon said as you approached.
"You could've left without us," you replied, entering the classroom.
"And miss out on watching you two argue the entire walk here?"
Sophia laughed as she sat down.
You shook your head, but you couldn't stop yourself from smiling.
Back then, you never thought much of it.
Sophia was just Sophia.
Your childhood friend.
The girl who knew all your embarrassing stories.
The girl who could tell when something was wrong just by looking at you.
The girl who had somehow become a permanent part of your everyday life.
Until that day.
You didn't know how it happened.
It justâhappened.
You were at your usual place after school, chatting, eating, and talking about stupid stuff.
When you glanced at herâ
Maybe it was when she laughed at something stupid you said.
Maybe it was the way she leaned against your shoulder while talking to your other friends.
Or maybe it was simply the way your heart seemed to pause whenever she smiled at you.
You only remember looking at her and thinkingâ
Oh.
I like her.
And suddenly, everything felt a little different.
The same girl you'd known for years somehow looked like someone you'd never seen before.
You tried to bury it. Ignore it. You did everything you could to make yourself stop feeling that way.
But you just couldn't.
No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't deny that you had feelings for her.
And that's whyâ
You didn't tell anyone.
Not Leon.
Not Sophia.
Not a soul.
You carried it like it was the most shameful thing you've ever done.
You kept it hidden behind jokes, casual conversations, and the familiar comfort of being her friend.
What right did you have to be hurt?
She wasn't yours.
She had never been yours.
And you knew that.
For years, you've carried the secret all by yourself, watching her slowly fall in love with your brotherâeven before she realized it herself.
And thenâ
You auditioned for a program.
You got in.
It was the kind of opportunity you'd always dreamed of, but there was one problem.
You couldn't tell anyone.
Except your family.
You wanted to tell her.
God, you wanted to.
You wanted to text her and say:
Hey, I got into this program. I'll be leaving for a few years.
You wanted to hear her reaction.
You wanted to see her smile, maybe even have her tell you that she was proud of you.
But you couldn't.
You couldn't tell a soul outside your family.
The NDA you had signed wouldn't allow it.
So you did the only thing you could.
You disappeared.
No proper goodbye.
No explanation.
No last conversation with Sophia.
You left for LA alone, carrying nothing but your dreams, your suitcase, and the secret you'd been keeping for years.
You thought you were leaving everything behind.
Your friends.
Your childhood.
And most importantly, Sophia.
What you didn't know was that she had auditioned too.
And she got in.
You just found out when you and the other girls moved in with each other.
"Y/n?"
"sophia?"
You both spoke at the same time, surprised to see each other. The other girls were confused but figured you two knew each other.
You saw her for the next few yearsârehearsals, vocal training, dance training.
You also saw how Sophia and your brother Leon's love story began.
It started with the usual banter between you three.
"You're so annoying, Leon."
"And yet, you keep talking to me."
"Because someone has to keep you humble."
You'd laugh from beside them, watching the two of them argue over the most ridiculous things.
At first, it was normal.
It was just the three of you being yourselves, like you'd always been.
But as time went by, it started to feel different.
Separate calls.
Texting every night.
Little conversations that seemed to last longer than they used to.
You started noticing how Sophia would immediately call or text Leon after rehearsals, or how Leon would always find some excuse to stay beside her whenever he visited.
Then, one day, Sophia came to you.
"Can I ask you something?"
You looked at her. "Sure. What's up?"
She hesitated for a moment before looking away.
"It's about Leon."
You already knew where this was going.
"What about him?"
"I... I think I like him."
For a second, you felt something sink inside your chest.
But you smiled anyway.
"You think?"
She lightly hit your arm. "Shut up. I'm serious."
You let out a small laugh.
"I know."
She looked at you carefully. "Do you think he likes me too?"
You paused.
Then you gave her the only answer you could.
"I think you should ask him."
She smiled.
"Thanks."
You nodded.
"Anytime."
And you meant it.
Because even though it hurt, you couldn't bring yourself to resent her for loving him.
So you stayed beside her.
You listened whenever she talked about Leon.
You gave her advice when she asked for it.
You watched their relationship slowly become something more.
And whenever someone mentioned Sophia and Leon together, you smiled like it didn't hurt.
Like your heart wasn't quietly breaking every time you saw them getting closer.
Like you hadn't spent the last few years loving the girl standing right in front of you.
You smiled.
Because that's what you had always done.
You loved her quietly.
And you let her love someone else.
And then came the day of the Dream Academy finals.
You still remember the moment you heard her name being called.
"The Philippines... it's Sophia!"
Your eyes immediately found her.
There she was.
Standing on that stage, smiling through the tears, finally seeing the dream she'd worked so hard for come true.
Your eyes met.
And for a moment, everything else seemed to disappear.
She looked at you with so much happinessâand something else.
Hope.
As she walked toward the spot beside the host, she kept looking at you, almost as if she was silently wishing that you'd be standing beside her soon.
You smiled back.
You wanted it too.
You wanted to debut with her.
To share this dream with the girl who had been part of your life for so long.
Then came the final name.
The last spot.
The room seemed to hold its breath.
"And last but not leastâthe Philippines, Y/N!"
For a second, you couldn't move.
Then it hit you.
You made it.
You walked toward the other girls, your eyes immediately finding Sophia.
The moment you reached her, you wrapped your arms around her.
She hugged you back tightly.
"We made it," she whispered, her voice trembling.
You smiled through your tears.
"We made it."
And for the first time in years, it felt like everything had fallen perfectly into place.
Backstage, you, Sophia, Daniela, Manon, Megan, Lara, and Yoonchae immediately gathered together, hugging each other as the tears finally came.
You laughed.
You cried.
You held onto each other, barely believing that after everythingâthe training, the rehearsals, the exhaustion, the doubtsâyou had finally reached the dream you'd all been chasing.
And somewhere in the middle of all that happiness, you looked at Sophia.
She was still smiling.
Still crying.
Still holding onto you.
And for that moment, you allowed yourself to forget the one thing you'd always known.
That she would never be yours.
That was three years ago.
It was 2026 now, and yetâ
Even after all these years, after everything that had happened, you still loved her.
Seven years.
Seven years of carrying the same feelings, no matter how much time passed.
And somehow, the outcome was still the same.
Why?
Because Sophia and Leon were finally together.
They were dating.
The two people you loved most had finally found their way to each other.
And you?
You were still standing beside them.
Still smiling.
Still pretending that seeing them together didn't hurt.
You had watched their story unfold from the very beginning.
You had watched Sophia slowly fall for your brother.
You had watched Leon fall for her too.
And now, they were happy.
So what reason did you have to be anything but happy for them?
None.
At least, that's what you told yourself.
You had spent seven years learning how to love Sophia quietly.
Maybe you'd spend the rest of your life learning how to let her go.
One night, the night before KATSEYE's performance at Coachella, you and Sophia went out for a walk.
It was a little routine the two of you had kept since Dream Academy started.
Whenever things became too overwhelming, you'd walk together.
No cameras.
No rehearsals.
No other people.
Just the two of you.
The night was quiet, the streets nearly empty as you walked beside each other.
"Phia?"
You spoke softly, your voice shaking just enough for her to notice.
She turned to you.
"What's wrong?"
You swallowed.
"Can I... ask you something?"
Sophia immediately slowed down.
"Of course. What is it?"
You couldn't look at her.
You wanted to tell her.
You wanted to finally say the words you'd been carrying for seven years.
I love you.
I have loved you for the past seven years.
I've loved you quietly, even when I knew you would never love me the same way.
But you couldn't.
You couldn't ruin her happiness.
You couldn't hurt your brother.
So you swallowed every word, forcing them back down before they could escape.
Instead, you looked ahead and asked the only question you could bring yourself to say.
"How do you grieve for a love that never even existed?"
Sophia went quiet.
She looked at you, her expression softening.
"What do you mean?"
You shook your head, letting out a small, almost bitter laugh.
"Nothing."
You forced a smile.
But it wasn't nothing.
It was seven years of something you never got to have.
Seven years of memories, hopes, and feelings that had nowhere to go.
A love story that existed only in your heart.
And somehow, you were already mourning the ending of it.
Now, you were standing beside Daniela and Megan while Lara took a photo of Leon and Sophia hugging after your performance.
You kept smiling.
Kept cheering.
Kept pretending that everything was fine.
"Come on, get closer!" Lara called, holding up her phone.
Sophia laughed as Leon pulled her closer for the photo.
You laughed too.
You even clapped for them.
"Look at you two!" Megan teased.
You smiled.
"Adorable, right?"
"Very," you replied, forcing the words out easily.
As if your heart wasn't breaking a little more with every second you stood there.
As if you hadn't spent seven years loving the girl in front of you.
As if watching her in someone else's arms didn't hurt.
You kept smiling.
Because Sophia was happy.
Leon was happy.
And you loved them both too much to let your own feelings ruin that.
So you stayed beside Daniela and Megan, cheering along with everyone else.
You laughed when they laughed.
You smiled when the camera flashed.
And when nobody was looking, you quietly looked away.
Just for a second.
Long enough to let yourself feel the ache.
Then you turned back.
Smiling again.
Because that was what you had always done.
And because no matter what happensâ
You watched Sophia laugh in Leon's arms, surrounded by everyone you loved, and you realized something.
Maybe this was the closest you would ever get to the life you once imagined.
Not as her partner.
Not as the person she chose.
But as the person standing nearby, quietly cheering her on.
You wondered, just for a moment, what would have happened if you had told her seven years ago.
What if you had been braver?
What if you had said something before Leon ever had the chance?
What if, somewhere in another lifetime, things had happened differently?
But those questions would never have answers.
So you let them go.
You took one last look at Sophia.
She was happy.
And despite everything, that was enough.
You smiled to yourself as a tear fell from your face and whispered so quietly that no one could hearâ
"Oh, you were a good dream."
A/n: woahhh, this is probably one of the most fun angst I've ever written, this is very relatable btw (may or may not have added some of my own experiences in this story hehe)
This is the song I was inspired by while I was writing this if you guys ever wanna like hear it.
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SYNOPSIS: Danielaâs intuition transcends your sixth sense entirely.
Daniela Avanzini x Spider-Man!Reader
WARNINGS: None. tiny bit of angst; mentions of violence; Mentions of Y/N here and there and last name Parker, otherwise written in the second person point of view. Gender neutral reader. Everyone is above 18. Happy reading!
You swung off the fire escape of a bodega on 9th and landed in a crouch that would've looked totally cool and awesome if you weren't currently panicking about your phone buzzing in the pouch sewn into the suit's hip.
Babe where ARE you??
party started 40 mins ago and Megan is being weird and wont tell me where you are
if you dont answer in 5 min im calling aunt may
Nothing about tonight had gone to plan. The plan had been: patrol twenty minutes, stop nothing scarier than a Citi Bike thief, be back by 8:15, shower, wear the shirt Daniela picked out, show up fashionably late like a normal person. Instead the Citi Bike guy had a mean friend with a knife, then a trash-can fire happened that escalated way past reasonable, and now it was 8:52 and you were blocks out wearing a suit under a hoodie that smelled like smoke.
You ducked into an alley, checked both directions twice, and started peeling the suit off, typing one-handed.
so so sorry. Megan asked for help with some errands. 10 min i swear
Megan had needed help with exactly nothing. Megan was currently, per her last text, "I KEEP AVOIDING DANI LIKE A LUNATIC HURRY UP BEFORE SHE TORTURES AN ANSWER OUT OF ME."
You stuffed the suit in your backpack, yanked on a plain grey tee that fit different now, in a way that still made you feel a little caught-out every time you saw it in a mirror, and checked your reflection in the dark laundromat window.
Phone buzzed again.
4 min ago
and put on the shirt i left on your desk not the grey one. if I see you wearing the grey one Iâll burn it once we get home
You looked down. Grey one.
"How does she�" You muttered, already jogging.
ââ
Megan was exactly where she'd promised, looking suspicious and off-putting by the bar.
"Dude." She sagged with relief. "She's asked me four times. I told her you got stuck on the Q train cause someone lit the tracks on fire. The Q doesnât even run today! I don't know how much longer that holds."
"I know Meg, Iâm sorry. I owe you my whole life."
"You owe me Shake Shack, minimum. She's on the balcony."
Daniela was leaning on the railing, her cup untouched and hair loose from dancing already. Her arms were crossed and eyebrows furrowed which meant that youâre fucked.
"There you are." She didn't move right away, which was worse. "I was about to file a missing person's report."
"I'm so sorry, Iâ"
"Megan told me. Three different stories. If you're gonna get your best friend to lie for you, sync up the details first."
"It's not like that, I just lost track of time! you look incredible, is that a newâ"
"Don't change the subject with a compliment." But she grabbed the front of your hoodie and pulled you close anyway. "It is new. And you noticed even in whatever state you rolled up in, so Iâll let it slide.â
"I always notice things about you.â you grinned dopily and let yourself get pulled in, hands finding her waist, the tension of the last hour draining out of you at once. "You look really pretty tonight. Not just to get out of trouble."
"You're not out of trouble." But she'd already gone up on her toes, and whatever she'd been about to say next got lost against your mouth instead.
Dani pulled back first, studying your face with narrow eyes. That look has been showing up more and more lately, affection tangled with something sharper underneath, like she was trying to find her way into your brain.
"What?" You asked.
"Nothing." She smoothed a hand down your chest sweetly, except her palm lingered a beat too long. "You just run so warm lately."
"It's the hoodie. Also it's a sauna in here."
"Mm." Dani muttered as she kissed your cheek, not convinced. She was never convinced anymore. "Come dance with me before Sophia steals you away for that stupid trivia so she can win the Target gift card again."
"That was one timeâ"
"You knew the entire 2019 Mets roster from memory. That's not normal partner behavior, that's a cry for help." She was already tugging you toward the living room by the hoodie strings, laughing, and you let yourself be pulled, and hoped that tonight might be a normal party after all.
You really should've known better.
ââââ
Finally, Dani was distracted enough for you to go find Megan in the kitchen.
âDude! She almost crucified me before you got here!â Megan whisper-shouted, glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one was eavesdropping. âAnd now sheâs being all sweet like nothing happened. Where were you?!â
âIâm sorry! I followed your tracker and it kept blinking even after I stopped the Citi Bike guy and then his friend with a knifeââ
âThat was like, thirty minutes after I texted you!â
âI know, I know! But then I had to stop a dumpster fire and the smoke made me all sweaty and I got stuck on the wall again!â
âI thought we practiced you not getting stuck on things anymore! You know, breathe in, breathe out?!â
âWe did, but my hand wouldnât cooperate! So it was stuck to the wall for like five miââ
âWhat was stuck to the wall?â
Both your heads snapped back to see Dani standing in the doorway, looking a little tipsy.
Silence.
âUm,â Megan gulped. âWeâre just⊠um, talking about the huge spider that got into Y/Nâs room the other day.â She bumped her elbow against yours for help.
âAnd it wouldnât unstick from the wall, so we had to, you know, help it out?â You added, in a tone you hoped sounded convincing, sipping your drink to distract yourself from panicking.
âAnd it was really cute! So we wanted to let it free instead of, you knowâŠâ Megan made a swatting motion.
âHuh.â Daniela narrowed her eyes at the two of you. âSo, cute spider, huh?â
âVery cute,â Megan said instantly.
âAlmost like a⊠friendly neighborhood spider?â
You almost choked on your drink.
Daniâs eyes snapped to you immediately. âWhatâs wrong, babe?â
âNothing!â Your voice cracked. âWhy are we even talking about this? Letâs go back out, yeah?â You started steering her away from the kitchen.
âWait.â She grabbed your arm, and it felt firmer than it used to a few months ago. âI wanna be with you for a second. Is that a crime?â she muttered, leaning close.
âWhat? No, not at all. Iâm not going anywhere.â Your hands came up to rest on her waist.
âAre you sure? Youâve been slipping away from me latelyâŠâ She rested her head in the crook of your neck, tucking her hands into your hoodie pocket. âMm, so good. Warm me up, will you?â Her hands started wandering, slipping underneath your layers.
âDani, weâre in publicââ
âSo? I just wanna holdââ
Her hands stilled on your stomach when she felt actual muscle there. Actual, defined muscle, where three months ago there had been regular, soft, extremely-lovable Y/N Parker torso and absolutely nothing that felt like this.
She pulled back an inch and shoved both hands up under the hem of your shirt, right there in the middle of the kitchen with zero subtlety, and pressed her palms flat against actual abs.
âOh my God.â
âWhatâs wrong?â you asked nervously.
âWhat do you mean, âwhatâs wrongâ?â She still had her hands under there, patting like she was confirming it wasnât a costume. âSince when do you have a six-pack, Parker?â
âIâve been going to the gym. A lot. With Lara.â
She looked at you. Then looked over your shoulder at Lara, who was heaving in the hallway from climbing three flights of stairs.
âWith Lara.â
âSheâs really committed lately.â
âUh-huh.â She patted your stomach one more time, slower, thoughtful, then let it go with a little squeeze at your hip that made you want to combust on the spot. âWell. Whatever you did, Iâm not complaining.â
She kissed you again, shorter this time, and pulled back with an odd little tilt to her head, studying your face. "You also grew, like, two inches. And you stopped wearing your glasses. And last week you caught a full glass of orange juice out of the air after Megan knocked it off the table, and it was fast. Like, unnervingly fast. Like main-character-in-an-action-movie fast."
Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.
"Reflexes," you said, aiming for casual and landing somewhere closer to strangled. "Always had good reflexes."
"You once dropped an entire pizza because a bee flew at your face."
"That bee tried to kill me, Dani! You know how dangerous they are?!"
"Uh-huh," she said again, and this time there was something new in it, something sharper under the teasing, something that made the hair on your arms stand up in a very different way than it did before a fight. She smiled at you, easy and warm on the surface, and pressed one more kiss to your jaw before turning to go find Manon, and you would replay that exact smile a hundred times over the following weeks and understand, far too late, that it had been the exact moment Daniela Avanzini decided to start an investigation.
ââââ
Three weeks later, you were on a slow patrol. Mostly just rooftop-hopping, half-listening to the police scanner app Megan had rigged for you, when Manonâs house party three blocks over turned into the worst five seconds of your life.
Some junior named Blake had decided the third-floor balcony railing was an acceptable surface to climb onto for a photo. He lost his footing, grabbed for the nearest person to steady himself, and succeeded only in yanking Dani, who'd been standing there minding her own business with a red cup, clean over the edge with him.
You heard the scream from two blocks away and knew before your brain had even finished processing whose voice it was, that you were already moving.
Blake caught the railing on the way down, dangling and screaming bloody murder, mostly fine, mostly an idiot. Dani did not catch anything. She had about a second and a half of pure freefall before a line of webs snapped taut around her waist, and then physics did the thing physics does, which is not stop. The web caught her, yanked her sideways hard enough to knock the air out of both of you, and the momentum carried the two of you straight through the gap between buildings instead of putting her neatly on a balcony like you'd planned.
"OH MY GODâ" Dani's voice cracked directly into your ear as you swung, one arm locked around her waist, the city tilting sideways underneath both of you. "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENINGâ"
"I'VE GOT YOU, I'VE GOT YOU!" You fired another line, missed the angle by a couple degrees thanks to a very alive, very loud girlfriend suddenly attached to your hip, and the two of you swung wide instead of landing, sailing clean over the alley and out over the street, Dani's whole body curled tight against your chest, both fists locked into the fabric at your shoulders like she was trying to fuse herself to you through sheer willpower.
"WHY ARE WE STILL GOING?!" she screamed, directly into your face this time, because somewhere in the chaos she'd twisted around to look at you instead of down, nose inches from where your mask should've muffled the sound and absolutely did not. "IS THIS NORMAL?! IS THIS WHAT'S SUPPOSED TO HAPPENâ"
"MOSTLY!" You fired again mid-swing, aiming for the fire escape three buildings down instead of fighting the momentum. "IT'S FINE, I DO THIS ALL THE TIME!"
"WELL, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME!" Dani was still yelling, but her grip shifted, the white-knuckled panic softening into laughter, high and a little unhinged, the sound of a brain that had shifted from terror straight to hysteria. "I'M GONNA THROW UP ON YOU, I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT, IF I THROW UP IT'S GOING RIGHT ON THAT SUITâ"
"NOT THE SUIT, ANYTHING BUT THE SUIT!"
"OH MY GOD WHY AREN'T WE STOPPING?!" Daniela's voice cracked directly into your ear, fists locked into your shoulders like she could physically stop the city from moving underneath you.
"GIVE ME A SECOND!" You fired another line, missed the angle by a hair, and the two of you swung wide instead of landing where you'd meant to.
"YOU'VE HAD LIKE FIVE SECONDS!"
"THAT'S NOT HOW PHYSICS WORKS!"
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT PHYSICS, I CARE ABOUTâ" She twisted to look ahead of you, over your shoulder, and went stiff. A wall of glass and steel was rushing up fast, way too fast, filling the whole sky in front of you. "OH MY GOD THAT BUILDING. THAT BUILDING IS RIGHT THEREâ"
"I SEE IT, I SEE IT, I'M HANDLING IT!"
"YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE YOU'RE HANDLING IT?!"
"CAN YOU MAYBE TRUST ME FOR ONEâ"
She didn't let you finish. Whatever survival instinct took over, it decided the correct move was to fling an arm straight up and clamp it over your eyes like that was going to help either of you in any way whatsoever.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Your voice went up an octave. "I NEED THOSEâ"
"I CAN'T WATCHâ"
"YOU'RE NOT THE ONE WHO NEEDS TO SEE, I AMâ"
"OH MY GOD!" She yanked her arm away just as fast as she'd slapped it there, horrified at herself. "SORRY, SORRY, I PANICKEDâ"
You fired the next line half-blind on instinct alone, felt it catch, and the building slid past under your boots with about a yard to spare instead of the ten feet you'd been aiming for.
"See?" you wheezed, voice still shaking. "Handled it."
"You almost died. WE almost died. Because I put my hand over your eyes."
"In fairness, that part was mostly you."
"Don't you dare."
"I'm just saying, realistically speakingâow!"
She smacked you in the chest, hard, still clinging on for dear life. "Land this thing before I do it again."
You caught the fire escape rail on the fourth swing, absorbed the impact through your knees, and used the last of the momentum to vault the two of you up and over onto the flat roof of the building beyond it, skidding to a stop in a crouch with Dani still wrapped around you like a very frightened, very furious koala.
Neither of you moved for a second.
"You're okay," you said, voice pitched low and rough behind the mask, and it came out shaking despite your best effort. "You're okay, I got you, I got youâ"
"We went through three blocks," Dani said into your shoulder, still catching her breath. "Three. You said you had this."
"I did have it, it was just a slightly larger swing radius than I anticipated."
"A slightlyâ" She pulled back to stare at you, hair wild, eyes huge, and then smacked you square in the shoulder, hard. "You scared the absolute hell out of me, whoever you are!"
"Uh, I saved your life?"
"You gave me whiplash saving my life!"
Her hands, even mid-scolding and shaking with adrenaline, had started moving. Quickly and deliberately, her palms flattened against your shoulder blades and down your spine through the suit like she was reading braille.
You felt it everywhere. You felt it in places that had absolutely no business being felt in the middle of a near-death experience.
"You're okay," you said again, a little strangled, and set her down like she was made of glass. âOkay! Uh, bye? Sorry forâŠactually why am I apologizing? I saved your life! âŠSorry I didnât mean it like that⊠anyways be safe!â You started walking towards the edge of the roof again beforeâ
âHEY!â
You froze dead in the tracks, assuming the worst. Thatâs it. Daniela realized it was you and sheâs going to be SO mad and youâre in so much troubleâ
âYouâre just going to leave me on a roof?! Youâve never walked a girl back home or something?!â
Only if you knew. You thought to yourself as you swung the girl back to the party.
âHere we are. Happy?â
âWait! Can you actuallyâŠcan you please swing me home?â Dani asked, suddenly sheepish.
You blinked.
âAre you single?â
âNo, Iâm very happily taken, what about it?â She crossed her arms defensively. Cute.
âTell your partner to walk you home then. Bye!â And you were gone.
âASSHOLE!â
Five minutes later, after hastily changing behind the dumpster, you ended up walking Dani back home.
ââââ
What you didn't know, walking Dani home that night, was that she'd spent the entire walk replaying the exact shape of your shoulders under her palms.
What you also didn't know was that two days later she showed up at Manon's apartment with a whiteboard and markers, already plotting your demise.
"Okay, walk me through it again," Manon said, not looking up from her nails. "You think your adorable, harmless partner is Spider-Man."
"I don't think. I know." Dani flipped the board around. "Look. Every single disappearance lines up with a sighting. The abs. Their eyesight. The reflexes. And three weeks ago I got picked up out of a literal freefall by a person with Y/N Parker's exact shoulder blades."
"Okay, but hear me out.â Manon paused ominously. âHave you considered just asking them?"
"They'll just lie again!" Dani dropped back onto the couch dramatically. "Theyâve had four months of practice lying to my face. I need them caught. Actually caught. Mask-off with no-wiggle-room caught."
Manon looked up again for a second. "So what, you want to stage another almost-death? Because last time that went so well you nearly went through a Chase Bank."
"Not a real one." Dani was already grinning the specific grin that meant trouble for you. "A fake one. I lean off my own balcony, make a little noise, and Spider-Man, who apparently cannot resist me, shows up! Except this time I'm not letting them disappear the second they land. This time I fight back."
"You're going to fight Spider-Man."
"I'm going to get their mask off if I have to wrestle them into a chimney."
Manon lowered her nail file very slowly. "I love you, but this is insane."
"I'm willing to be insane for love."
ââââ
You had no idea any of this was coming.
It was a Thursday, close to eleven, and you were three rooftops from Dani doing the kind of lazy web-check patrol you did when nothing was on fire, when you heard her voice carrying up from her own balcony.
"Spider-Man! SPIDER-MAN, HELP!"
You didn't even process the situation. Your body was already moving before your brain caught up.
She was leaning way too far over her own railing when you swung in, one of her hands theatrically clutching the rail while the other pressed to her chest like she was in a soap opera.
You caught her out of pure instinct, scooped one arm under her knees, and the second, the ACTUAL second her feet left the balcony, her whole demeanor changed.
"Why are you in Jackson Heights at eleven o'clock at night?" she demanded, immediately, inches from your face, not even a little grateful.
"Um-what? I'm saving you!"
"How did you get here so fast? I screamed twice. TWICE. You were here before I finished the second one. You're either stalking me, orâ"
"I'm not stalking you, I patrol this wholeâ"
"âor you know exactly who I am, which means you know exactly who you are to me, which meansâŠ" She twisted in your arms, and you felt the exact moment she stopped pretending to be a damsel and started being a problem, one hand shooting up toward your face. "Which means this comes OFFâ"
"Okay, HANG ON LADY!"
"Don't 'hang on' me, I've had a plan for a WEEK!"
She got two fingers under the edge of the mask before you managed to grab her wrist, which meant you were now mid-air, over a Queens sidewalk, wrestling your own girlfriend for control of your face while trying very hard not to drop her.
"Daâaggressive lady, I need at least one hand to actually land us!"
"Then LAND US, and then we're finishing thisâ"
You did not land gracefully. You landed like a person being actively assaulted by their own girlfriend, hit the neighboring rooftop at an angle, and skidded four full feet on your hip with Dani still attached, both of you tumbling to a stop in a heap of gravel and tangled limbs and one (1) very determined woman still going for your mask.
"Ow, ow, hurts! that's my whole face you're grabbing!"
"GOOD." She had a fistful of the fabric at your jaw and absolutely no intention of letting go. "Hold still."
"I'm trying to hold YOU still!"
You caught both her wrists this time, and for one full second the two of you just stared at each other, breathing hard while sprawled across a gravel rooftop like the world's least dignified wrestling match.
"You're stronger than you look," you said, a little winded, and immediately regretted it.
"You're squirmier than I expected," she shot back, and then, before you saw it coming, she wrenched one hand free and jabbed two fingers straight into your side, right above the hip, into the exact spot she'd known with total, ruthless certainty for six years was your single greatest weakness.
The yelp that came out of you was not a superhero sound. It was not even a human sound, really. It was the sound of Y/N Parker, specifically, betrayed by your own nervous system in real time.
Dani went very, very still.
"...Y/N?"
You didn't answer fast enough. That was answer enough.
Her hand was still curled around the edge of the mask, but the fight had gone out of her fingers. She wasn't yanking anymore, just holding on, like she needed something to hold onto. For a long second neither of you moved, gravel digging into your back, her weight still on your chest, the two of you just staring at each other in the dark.
She slowly took the mask off.
Daniela looked at your face like she was checking it against something in her memory, feature by feature, and you watched the weight of all of it land on her all at once.
"It's you," she said, and her voice cracked on the second word. "It's actually you."
"Daniâ"
"How long?" She sat back slightly, off your chest but not off you, hands braced on your shoulders now instead of your face. "How long has this been you?"
"Since February." There was no version of that answer that sounded better out loud than it did in your head. "I got bit in February."
"February." She said the month like it hurt to say. "That'sâŠthat's the whole time we've been living together. That's every single time you came home late, every bruise you said was from a bike accident, every night I laid there wondering if something had happened to you and you were right there, you were RIGHT there and you let me thinkâ" Her breath caught. "You let me think I was losing my mind. I started keeping notes, Y/N. On a whiteboard. Because I thought that was better than saying it out loud and being wrong."
"I know. I'm sorry. I should've told you."
"Why didn't you? Was it me? Did you think I couldn't handle it?"
"No. God, no." You sat up carefully, and she let you, still not quite looking away from your face like she was afraid it would change back if she blinked. "I thought if you knew, every night I left the apartment you'd be sitting there worrying if I was coming back. I didn't want to give you that. I thought I was protecting you."
"You weren't protecting me. You were protecting yourself from watching me be scared." Her hands tightened slightly on your shoulders. "I was scared anyway, Y/N. The whole time. I just didn't have a reason for it, so I had to invent one, and half the time I decided the reason was that something was wrong with me."
"Nothing's wrong with you. You were right. You were right about all of it."
"I know I was right." A short, humorless breath, not quite a laugh. "That's not the part that's bothering me."
You reached for her hand, and she let you take it, though her fingers stayed stiff in yours for a moment before they finally curled around your own.
"I'm sorry. Iâm sorry for not trusting you with it. That was never fair to you."
Dani was quiet for a while, looking down at your joined hands instead of your face.
"I don't want you to do this alone anymore," she said finally. "Any of it. Not the patrols, not the injuries, not the deciding-for-both-of-us what I can and can't handle. If something happens to you, I want to know. I would rather be scared with the truth than calm because you lied to me."
"Okay."
"I mean it, Y/N."
"I know. Okay." You squeezed her hand. "No more of that."
Silence.
âHow did you even know it was me?â you asked, still sprawled in the gravel.
Dani looked at you like the question itself was insulting. âY/N. I have known you since we were fifteen. I have seen you naked more times than I can count, you think I wasnât going to recognize you just because you put on a spandex and popped lenses over your eyes?â
âItâs not a spandex! itâs nanoââ
âShut up.â
âSorry.â
Some of the tension finally left her shoulders. Daniela leaned in and rested her forehead against yours, both of you still sitting in the gravel with the mask crumpled somewhere between you like it belonged to someone else entirely.
"I'm still figuring out how mad I am," she admitted quietly.
"That's fair."
"And we're talking about this again tomorrow. Properly. Not on a roof."
"Anywhere you want."
She pulled back enough to look at you, and something in her face softened despite everything. "For what it's worth," she said, "I'm glad it's you under there. I don't think I could have handled it being anyone else."
âYeah, it wouldâve been pretty embarrassing.â You grinned stupidly.
"Don't ruin the moment, Parker." But she kissed you anyway, careful and a little unsteady, and for the first time in months, there was nothing left between you that either of you were hiding.
Yeah, turns out spidey-sense doesnât come with a warning for girlfriends.
Some things you just have to get caught for.
END.
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Woww did i post a completely unrelated fanfic or #whatt sorry i really wanted to write something spiderman related again i used to do it all the time on ao3. Hope you guys liked it!! Let me know if you hated it!!
Also i think my account is fixed now if not im gonna be super embarrassed
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âàšà§â Give them reasons they CAN'T be together that aren't just manufactured drama. Not miscommunication. Not love triangles. Not arbitrary "I push people away" trauma with no real exploration. Give them REAL obstacles: they're on opposite sides of a conflict, timing is wrong, there are actual consequences to being together, they have incompatible life goals, there's a power imbalance they need to resolve first. The obstacles should be meaningful and require actual character growth to overcome, not just a conversation.
âàšà§â Make the friendship foundation SO STRONG that readers ship them before the romance even starts. They should genuinely LIKE each other. They should have inside jokes. They should seek each other out just to hang out. They should trust each other. They should have fun together. When the romantic feelings start developing, it should feel like "oh no, I don't want to ruin this friendship" because the friendship is genuinely valuable. Readers should be able to believe they'd still choose to be in each other's lives even if romance never happened.
âàšà§â Let the tension BUILD in layers over time. First they notice each other. Then they start seeking excuses to be near each other. Then they start getting jealous. Then they start having Moments. Then they start thinking about each other constantly. Then comes the almost-kisses. Then the accidental intimacy. Then the barely-hidden feelings. Each phase should have time to breathe before moving to the next level. Slow burn means SLOW - readers should be desperate for them to get together LONG before they actually do.
âàšà§â Show how they change each other gradually. He starts smiling more because of her. She becomes braver because he believes in her. They adopt each other's habits and phrases. They start to see the world differently because of the other person's influence. Slow burn is about showing two people gradually becoming essential to each other's lives. They should be woven into each other's character development, not separate from it.
âàšà§â Make the payoff WORTH the wait. After chapters or books of tension, the moment they finally get together should be EARNED and SATISFYING. A CONVERSATION where they're finally honest. A moment where they choose each other despite the obstacles. A confession that feels like a dam breaking. The first kiss should feel like the conclusion of a long journey and the beginning of something new. Readers have been waiting for this, so make it count. Make it feel like YES, THIS WAS WORTH IT.
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Synopsis: Yn knew what she wanted even when she was just a child, and she never forgot it even after all these years; she wanted Sophia Laforteza to be hers.
Content: fluff, slow burn, childhood sweethearts (??) to lovers,
A/n: I suggest you listen to "Can't help falling inlove" by Elvis Presley while reading this, pure masterpiece when you do it trust me
At five years old, most children's minds were filled with toys, cartoons, silly games, and little dreams that changed with every passing day.
But not you.
You were different.
At an age when most children were still figuring out what they wanted to be when they grew up, you had already decided on something far more importantâor at least, what felt important to your five-year-old self.
You had a dream.
A wonderfully silly, innocent little dream that anyone older might have laughed at.
You wanted to marry Sophia Laforteza, the prettiest girl in your kindergarten class.
It wasn't because of her soft little dresses, nor because she always let her classmates borrow her colorful crayons, just as her mother had taught her that sharing was caring.
No.
It wasn't any of those things.
You liked her for something much simpler.
There were moments like that afternoon in the classroom, when you were dancing without a care in the world. You accidentally scraped yourself against one of the tables and, before anyone else could react, you burst into tears.
Sophia was the first one who noticed.
She quietly walked over, knelt beside you, and gently placed a little cartoon bandage over the scrape. Then, with that warm little smile of hers, she said, âThere, all fixed up!â
It was such a small momentâone that probably meant nothing to anyone else. But to your five-year-old self, it was everything.
One afternoon, while the two of you were playing tag outside, your teacher handed each of you a little toy ring.
You stared at the tiny ring in your palm for a moment before an idea suddenly came to you.
Without a second thought, you ran toward Sophia and held out the ring with both hands, mimicking the way you had seen people propose in movies.
âMarry me!â you declared dramatically.
The entire class burst into laughter.
Your confidence disappeared almost instantly. You lowered your head, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you realized just how silly you must have looked.
But Sophia didn't laugh.
She simply stood there, blinking at you as if she were trying to understand your very serious little question.
Then, without saying a word, she gently took the toy ring from your hand and slipped it onto her tiny finger.
âOkay,â she said.
And then she smiled.
It was the softest smile you had ever seen.
Slowly, you lifted your head, your eyes widening in disbelief.
âPromise?â
Sophia held out her little finger.
âPinky promise.â
You hooked your pinky around hers, sealing a promise neither of you were old enough to understand.
Neither of you truly knew what marriage meant.
But at that moment, none of that mattered.
You had Sophia.
And Sophia had you.
For two five-year-olds, that was enough.
Years passed.
Kindergarten became a distant memory, as with most promises made by children.
Or at least, you thought it did.
You grew older. Life became busier. New classmates came, new friends were made, and the two of you slowly drifted into separate corners of the world.
The conversations became fewer.
The laughter became memories.
And eventually, you barely knew each other's lives anymore.
It was strange how someone who had once been such a big part of your little world could slowly become a stranger.
Or so you thought.
Just because you've both forgotten the promise, perhaps your heart hadn't.
And just when you had convinced yourself that Sophia Laforteza was nothing more than a name from a childhood you had long since outgrown, life had a funny way of bringing old stories back around.
Years later, fate placed the two of you in the same room again.
And this time, you weren't five anymore.
It was a small reunion of your old kindergarten class, one of those occasional gatherings where everyone came together to catch up, reminisce, and see how much each other had changed over the years.
And then, across the room, you found yourself looking into those familiar eyes againâthe same eyes you hadn't seen in years, yet somehow remembered.
Sophia was here; she stood at the other side of the room.
She was much older now, more mature, and undeniably different from the little girl you remembered.
Yet, somehow, beneath all those years of growing up, you could still see glimpses of that bubbly, soft-hearted kidâthe same girl you had once had a little crush on when you were both children.
âHey, Sophia. Itâs good to see you again,â you said, your voice carrying a hint of nervousness you couldn't quite hide.
âHey,â Sophia replied, giving you a small smile.
And there it was again.
That same soft, familiar smile you remembered from all those years ago. Time had changed her in so many waysâshe was older, more mature, no longer the little girl you used to chase around the classroom.
But that smile?
It hadn't changed at all.
For a fleeting moment, you were five again, standing in a classroom with a toy ring in your hand and a silly little promise in your heart.
The two of you spent the night catching up, talking about everything that had happened over the years and reminiscing about the days when life had been much simpler.
You laughed about the silly things you used to do, teased each other about embarrassing little moments, and brought up memories you hadn't thought about in years.
It felt strangely familiarâlike all those years apart had somehow disappeared, if only for a little while.
For a moment, you were both children again, sitting together in a classroom, laughing over things that only the two of you seemed to remember.
And as the night was ending, old classmates were now saying goodbye to each other.
You were getting ready to say goodbye to Sophia again, feeling disappointed that this might be the only time you'd see her again.
âDo you perhaps want to meet again? Itâs been a while since weâve seen each other, after all,â Sophia said.
You noticed the slight hesitation in her voice, the way her fingers fidgeted almost unconsciously as she waited for your answer. There was something almost familiar about itâlike the shy little girl you remembered was still there beneath the person she had grown into.
You smiled.
âOf course. Iâd love to catch up with you more.â
Sophia's expression softened, and that familiar smile returned to her face.
âThen it's a promise?â
You let out a quiet laugh.
âPromise.â
It took a while for either of you to make a move again. You weren't quite sure why, but there was an unspoken hesitation between youâlike you were both nervous about saying the wrong thing or taking a step that might change the comfortable familiarity you'd just found again.
You had spent the afternoon laughing about the past, remembering the little things you'd almost forgotten. Yet, when it came time to actually reach out again, suddenly, you weren't sure how.
Eventually, you decided that enough was enough.
You decided to make a move.
You picked up your phone and started typing.
Hey Sophia, it's me, Y/n.
Nope. Too formal.
You deleted it.
You tried again.
Hey Soph, it's Y/n.
Too casual. She might think you're getting comfortable already.
You stared at the screen for a while, your thumb hovering over the keyboard as you overthought every possible way the message could go wrong.
After a long thirty minutes or so, you finally decided to stop thinking about it and just trust your gut.
You typed something simple.
It's Y/n, you free?
You stared at the message for a few seconds before finally hitting send.
The moment you did, you locked your phone and tossed it aside, already cringing at your own embarrassing attempt to start a conversation.
You told yourself not to expect a reply anytime soon.
After all, it had been years since you'd last spoken like this.
But not even a moment after you closed your phone, the screen lit up with a notification.
Your heart skipped.
Slowly, you reached for it.
Sophia had replied.
Was she waiting? You wondered.
Had she been waiting for you to text her all this time?
You quickly shook the thought away, pulling yourself back to reality. Still, you couldn't stop the small nervousness that settled in as you picked up your phone and opened the message.
Her reply was waiting for you
I actually am. Why? Are you gonna take me out?
You couldn't help but smile.
Almost laugh.
You could practically hear the teasing in her words, and somehow, it felt familiarâlike the same playful girl from your childhood was still there, hiding behind the screen.
You continued talking for the rest of the night.
What started as a simple conversation slowly stretched into hours of catching up, laughing about old memories, and talking about things that had happened since you last saw each other. Somewhere along the way, the two of you agreed to meet againâto properly catch up, as if the few hours you had spent together at the reunion simply weren't enough.
So you met for coffee.
You thought it would be a one-time thing.
Just two old childhood friends reconnecting after years apart.
But, oh boy, were you wrong.
There was another coffee the next week.
Then another.
And another.
Before you even realized it, those occasional meet-ups had quietly turned into a routine.
Once or twice a week, you'd find yourselves sitting across from each other with a cup of coffee between you. Sometimes, if you were both free, it would even happen three times a week.
You talked about everything.
School. Work. Childhood. Things you liked. Things you hated. The most random thoughts that somehow never felt random when you were telling them to each other.
And somehow, the conversations never seemed to run out.
It became easy again.
Almost like when you were children.
Only now, you were older and the things you talked about had grown with you.
Neither of you called it anything.
You simply kept meeting.
Again and again.
And somewhere between all those cups of coffee and countless conversations, seeing Sophia stopped feeling like something you had planned.
It simply became part of your week.
Part of your life.
Something you quietly looked forward to.
But between all those cups of coffee and late conversations, you had started falling for the girl you'd once known as your childhood crush.
And perhaps Sophia felt it as well.
Neither of you noticed it at first.
It happened in little ways.
Those coffee days became more than coffee, the conversation turned into something else; not weird, but charged with tension, good tension.
Sometimes, you'd catch yourself looking at her while she talked, listening to her laugh, and wondering if she felt it too.
Neither of you said it aloud.
Maybe you were both afraid of what it would mean.
After all, you had only just found each other again. You didn't want to rush something that had taken years to return.
Then, old memories began to resurface.
The classroom.
The moments when you'd always find a way to be close to her.
The crayons she used to let everyone borrow.
The little cartoon bandage she had once placed over your scraped knee.
Something you hadn't thought about in years.
A tiny toy ring.
The very thing a five-year-old you held in front of Sophia, in front of her, to marry her as if it was the most serious question a child could ask.
"Marry me!"
You remembered the laughter of your classmates.
Your embarrassment.
And then you remembered Sophia.
She hadn't laughed.
Instead, she had taken the little ring from your hand, slipped it onto her finger, and smiled.
"Okay."
Then came the little pinky promise.
The memory came back so suddenly that you almost forgot where you were. You looked at her.
Sophia caught you staring.
âWhat?â she asked, smiling.
You shook your head.
âNothing.â
But it wasn't nothing.
Because for the first time in years, you remembered the promise.
And somewhere deep inside, you wondered if she remembered it too.
Maybe that childhood promise hadn't disappeared after all.
Maybe it had simply been waiting for the two of you to find your way back to each other.
Until one evening, Sophia suddenly texted you, asking you to meet her.
You felt nervous, of course. It was so sudden.
Did she realize you had feelings for her? Was she going to tell you that she didn't feel the same way?
Your mind couldn't help but think of every possibility, but you pushed the thoughts aside and went anyway.
As soon as you arrived, you realized where you were.
The same old playground from your kindergarten days.
And there she was, sitting on the swings, slowly pushing herself back and forth.
She seemed... nervous. Tense, even.
You slowly walked toward her, feeling your own nerves growing with every step.
âY/n.â
Sophia looked up, fidgeting with her hands.
âI think...â She paused, taking a breath. âI like you.â
You froze.
For a moment, you couldn't believe what you'd heard.
Sophia seemed to mistake your silence for rejection. Her expression fell, and she quickly stood up, trying to walk away from the situation she'd gotten herself into.
You hurriedly ran towards her and stopped her from walking away.
"Why are you walking away?"
"Because this was a mistake. I mistook your kindness and thought you liked me as wellâ"
"I do like you, silly."
Sophia's eyes widened, almost as if she had forgotten how to move.
âYou do?â she asked quietly, her voice carrying a hint of disbelief, as though she wasn't quite sure she could believe what she'd just heard.
You smiled, trying to ease the sudden weight of the moment.
âThough, I thought all those coffee dates already counted.â
You joked lightly.
For a second, Sophia simply stared at you.
Then, slowly, that familiar smile returned to her face.
âYou're unbelievable,â she murmured, a quiet laugh escaping her.
âWhat?â you asked, pretending to be confused.
âYou really had to joke about it?â
You smiled.
âI was trying to make you less nervous.â
âI wasn't nervous.â
âYou were practically shaking.â
âI was not.â
You both laughed, and somehow, the heaviness of the moment began to disappear.
But beneath the laughter, something had changed.
There was no more pretending that the coffee dates were simply coffee dates.
No more wondering whether the lingering looks meant anything.
You both knew now.
And strangely, it didn't feel frightening.
It felt familiar.
Some time has passed, and now you two have just gotten married.
It wasn't an extravagant wedding, just with friends and family around you as you sealed your fate with each other.
As the reception was ongoing, you suddenly glanced down at your hands, looking at the ring that sealed you with Sophia.
âDo you remember?â
Sophia tilted her head.
âRemember what?â
You hesitated, smiling to yourself.
âWhen we were kids.â
Something about the way you said it made an old memory surface.
A classroom.
A tiny toy ring.
Your five-year-old self holding it out with complete confidence.
"Marry me!"
She couldn't help but laugh softly.
âThe ring?â
You nodded.
âAnd the promise.â
She looked at you for a moment.
âPinky promise?â
You smiled.
âPinky promise.â
Sophia reached into her bag and pulled something out. She held it between her fingers before turning it toward you.
âYou mean this?â
You looked down.
Your breath caught.
An old toy ring.
The same little ring from all those years ago.
âYouâyou kept it?â
Your voice came out barely above a whisper. You hadn't even realized your eyes were beginning to fill with tears.
Sophia gave you a small smile.
âOf course I did.â
She looked down at the ring, turning it gently between her fingers.
âYou promised you'd marry me, remember?â
You stared at it for a moment, almost afraid that looking away would make it disappear.
âI thought you'd forgotten.â
Sophia shook her head.
âI remembered.â
Two simple words.
Yet somehow, they made all those years feel strangely close.
The classroom.
The laughter.
Two little fingers locked together.
A promise neither of you understood when you made it.
And now, after all this time, she was standing in front of you with the very same ring.
You smiled through the tears gathering in your eyes.
âSeems like you took that promise more seriously than I did.â
Sophia laughed softly.
âMaybe I did.â
For a moment, neither of you said anything.
You simply stood there beneath the quiet evening sky, holding onto something that had somehow survived all those years.
Maybe some promises were never meant to be forgotten.
Maybe some people simply needed time to find their way back to each other.
And maybe, after all those years, your little childhood promise wasn't the end of a story.
Maybe it was finally the beginning.
A/n: whewww, writing debut yeheyy. Honestly this was the most fun thing I've done recentlyâit's been a while since I wrote something like this, yeah still a bit rusty again but I'm proud of this work.
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