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#[bangs pots and pans] politics as flirting!!! politics! as! flirting!
a-gal-with-taste · 2 years
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hii, i love your writings !! i just got that idea, what about arcane characters (one-shots or anything/anyone to your liking) x counsellor reader?
[Finishes reading Impossible Colors by @iseutz for the XXXth time] ... yes.
Warnings: Shortly after Act 1, AU, power-dynamics, flirting as politics/politics as flirting, Reader-surname, pining, so much eye-fucking oh my god-
"It seems we have been caught in sight of the Eye, Councilor Kesare." Councilor Medarda mused, just as you brought the thin tube of sparkling champagne to your lips. "I venture we not be the first to look away. He might perceive that as weakness."
"Or as a declaration of war," You comment back after taking a sip, tilting your chin up as you stared across the garden courtyard. "Representative Silco seems to pounce at any sign of a challenge."
The Nation of Zaun was still a concept many in higher-power struggled to grasp, even with it's leader standing amongst them. Or rather, standing out. In inky blacks and blood reds, colors accented in gold, the representation for the ex-Undercity (now sovereign nation) made a severe impression in the line of Piltover's council.
Visually, and by the ferocity he exhibited just by looking at you.
Undaunted, you smile and lift your glass slightly in acknowledgment, his own remaining untouched as it's swirled in his hand. "Still debating if your act of provocation is wise," Mel murmured beneath her breath, also studying the man who wasn't even pretending to listen to Heimerdinger's attempts at conversation. "Because if we're going to discuss pouncing..."
"Mel."
The gold-freckled woman blinked, her eyes glinting. "On the opportunities, Councilor. You have to admit, he's been gunning to you for a conversation ever since you were the first to vote him into his position." A thoughtful hum, but that cheek and sharp calculating mind was glowing behind the façade of mirth. "Be wise to watch out. Cassandra seems ready to but a divider up between your two seats. Or, if you're feeling bold..."
A tilt of your head, and you glanced your eyes over. In a span of a minute, the Yordle professor had given up on his attempts to pry further into Zaun's well-kept secrets of chem-tech, leaving Representative Silco to slowly, languishing stride towards you.
"You could meet him halfway," Mel finished, an innocent look on her face, but you knew better.
The Council of Piltover, a united force, was divided into factions that were as clear as day.
Cassandra, Bolbok and Heimerdinger fancied themselves as the brilliant, and the wise, Salo had latched himself as discreetly as possible to the guiding hand of Shoola the moment of his elevation, and depending on the number of drinks he had, Hoskel could be friends with just about anyone.
Mel Medarda was a faction of her own, with her being it's sole-leader and member. Others in her single-party were merely guests - honored, and valued when she needed them, but guests.
That left you, and now Representative Silco, as lone parties.
And everyone, especially Medarda, was keeping a keen eye as to whether one of you would stay in place, move back a step into one of the better-known factions, or team up. As what kind of team, was uncertain, but no one forgot for a moment that the first hand to rise, after the motion of sovereignty for Zaun was introduced, had been yours.
Least of all Silco, who finally came to a stop before the two of you.
"Councilors."
"Representative."
Though one was technically a newly-designated king, no one in the trio bowed. Instead, Mel extended her hand and without skipping a beat, Silco gave her a chaste, charming brush on her knuckles, after raising it to mouth-level. The one he gave you burned, his lips as much as his eye when he refused to look away, pulling back only when Mel started speaking. "I trust that the Professor wasn't left too disgruntled. I know how terribly interested he is to dissect the technology of the Undercity."
"It's primitive to him, I believe he's simply more fascinated to see how we've managed to survive this long under such primitive mechanics," The scarred man said smoothly. "I'm sure he's also eager to get a hold of the sample you promised," The Noxian said, teeth flashing as she raised her glass to her lips again. "I believe we all are."
"I'll reach out to my lead scientist to see how that sample is coming along... though, we're not looking to rush it, Shimmer is rather uncontrollable if not carefully regulated, even for a simple sample." There was a glint of teeth as well from Silco, Zaunite imperfection and grit clearly visible underneath the façade in his chipped teeth. "We only want the best for Piltover, after all. I would so hate to give you a bad batch."
"Hm." It was technically polite, but Medarda narrowed her eyes, trying to pierce through the enigma that was Silco of Zaun, and finding yet another layer to work through. "Best of luck, Representative. I know we all look forward to seeing the relationship between Piltover and Zaun grow... Kesare." You took the farewell for what it was, and nodded as the Noxian took her leave in grace, and in thought.
Leaving you alone with Silco.
"I do believe she despises me," The man hummed casually as he slipped into the vacant space beside you, placing a palm on the railing so he could lean. It wasn't so much casual, as it was a position that made him look like it was all beneath him, the pomp and circumstance, cunning and politics...
But you saw the way he looked at you, and offered a smile in kind under his unyielding gaze. "Only your excuses, and by extension, making her wait. I don't think she appreciates having her premature plans derailed, when you give her such little material in the first place."
The Zaunite leader hummed, looking over over the balcony with gloved nails tapping on the polished marble. "She has my condolences... I personally know the pain of having your plan go awry."
"Oh?"
A simple nod in confirmation is all he offers, before, subtly, he tips his hand and jerks his hand out, dumping the trumpet of light liquor out over the balcony, not a drop of the offered Piltover-drink even tasted. He politely sets the now-empty glass on the balcony, before the King of Zaun offers his arm to you, and who are you to disregard such a polite offer of companionship with a man of such high station?
"Recent plans have been set off-kilter. Not that the result is unfavorable, but regardless, I ponder often about what could've been."
"Dare I ask what you ponder?"
Silco smiles, a disarming thing, as the two of you walk around a bubbling fountain. Not only out of earshot, but also out of immediate sight from others, with lower-tones muted in compared to the rush of artistically flowing water.
When one becomes a councilor, you start to notice these kind of things.
"I ponder how a war with Topside could have gone," He says, brushing away nonexistent dust off the marble ledge before sitting down, regally as befitting his station, but also casually, like it's an office chair. "Me and mine were fully equipped for it. I'd spent a large part of my life waiting for the opportunity, yet here I am. Everything I've worked for, without a drop shed."
Any other Councilor would be more than slightly alarmed; Cassandra would already be breaking the terms of the brand new Piltover-Zaun Accordance and calling for an arrest.
You are only curious though. "You expected a war. Did you truly expect to win?" It's not admonishing, but the black-red eye flicks to you in displeasure nonetheless, although his tone is simple.
"I expected to scare them."
Them?
You raise the glass to your lips, along with a brow, but you hold his gaze in the silence as you slowly took a delicate sip. You don't believe you see any of the three complete eyes blink, until the champagne smooths down your throat, and you lower the glass from your lips. "I don't know if you've forgotten, but I believe I officially consist as one of them, Representative."
"I would prefer hearing you use my name. Silco," It's smooth, and automatic, as the man leans back slightly. The gold accent of his vest, curiously freshly mended but still a faint, aged smell of smoke in the air when the breeze picks up, glints in the sunlight as he watches you study him. "And I think you've proven yourself to be something quite... other, than the rest of the members of your position, Councilor."
"I prefer hearing you say my first-name," You corrected him, only a bit coy when you see his teal-eye hood slightly as you offer it. "And I believe I know why you would think that. My first impression was rather unique to you, I can imagine."
"A Topsider giving everything I've ever worked for, all with a single raise of a hand... yes. A very unique, and quite memorable introduction to one another, I believe." A beat, then you see a smouldering flicker in both the hellfire eye, and the other. "Why?"
For a moment, you allow yourself to get scorched by his rawly searching gaze. Undercity citizens, now known as Zaunites, were not a breed of people that you had much interaction with, and the bluntness that Silco exhibited from his life underground was oddly refreshing. You wanted to lean forward to catch every sudden, sharp and defined word, drag your gaze to catch the loose, but prepared body-language that hinted he was ready for everything and anything.
And he still composed himself with grace, with regality. Things you'd dealt with before but, as ridiculous and juvenile as the thought was, you couldn't help but appreciate the stark difference Silco brought to it.
And you couldn't help but lean in, with your desire to experience more.
"Can we be honest with one another, Silco?" Your low murmur had him smoothly leaning closer to you, to the point where you could almost outline the faint, yellowing bruises of fingers on the exposed part of his neck the collar didn't cover. "I think I would enjoy having a Councilor be wholly, completely honest with me."
"Just as I would enjoy having a King be honest with me," You counter smoothly, and see a curl on thin lips when he accepts the offer, dipping his chin. "The council had no plans for the undercity. I doubt they ever would've found it in them to care to make some, or develop relations beyond what's already there," You shrug, and elegantly flick your eyes away from him to bring glass to your lips, murmuring over it. "Seems a bit of a waste, to claim ownership of a city you want no part with, besides the cheap labor it offers, scapegoats and entertainment for our officers."
"It wasn't called the Playground without reason," Silco coincides, eyes flicking down to watch you set the now empty-champange glass down. He's slow to return his eyes to his, observing you fold your hands atop your lap, the relaxed roll of your shoulders before finally reaffirming the heated eye-contact that could've sparked a fire between you. "So you raised your hand to rid Piltover of a toy they didn't want anymore?"
"I raised my hand to give the Undercity the opportunity to escape Piltover's shadow," You counter, and then smile. "And, in goodwill. For I can imagine relations between Zaun and Piltover will improve from this, greatly."
"Ah, cross-nation relations." He seems intrigued by the notion. "Yes, I do believe I will enjoy watching those improve. Perhaps with additional participation?"
"Careful," You muse under your breath, eyes going hooded. "You're still new to politics, Silco. Don't ask for too much without making any offers." He hums at that for a beat, giving a casual look around the luscious, beautiful courtyard, that he obviously thought little of. You also found it hard to admire the fountains and prized flora, when you saw his cheek poke out slightly from his tongue pressing within.
"Than allow me to offer you an opportunity of my own," He finally says, glancing back at you, eyes causing sparks within you. "Zaun has it's own brand of... beauty and elegance, when one knows where to look. I feel like I would be sufficient enough as a sort of guide."
A tour of a kingdom? Silco must've seen your brow quirk at that, and he smirked right back at you for your dubiousness. "A method of improving relations with Piltover and Zaun... a Councilor and a King spending time outside official cross-nation meetings, would be a worthy start to such a momentous venture, don't you think?"
"I thought we agreed to be honest with one another, Silco. You could just outright ask me," You muse. "Very well," The King of the Underground only grows his smirk, and you taste smoke on your tongue at the same time as his eyes burn right through you, and he leans close... too close.
The exposed, dark and jagged scars are nearly brushing your cheek as he leans past it, breathing past your ear as he whispers, "Shall we work together to improve cross-nations relations, Councilor Kesare?"
It appears, you and Silco were no longer lone parties, in this grand scheme of politics within this new era of seperate-nations.
"I think I would enjoy that development very much so, Representative Silco."
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ragingbookdragon · 3 years
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The Start Of Forever
Asra x M!Apprentice
Word Count: 1.8K Warnings: Explicit Language
Author’s Note: *Me banging pots and pans around to attract readers* GET YOUR ASRA FICS! COME GET YOUR FIRST MEETING FICS! HOT AND FRESH! Enjoy! -Thorne
The mask fit uncomfortably across his face and he reached up, but quickly clenched his hand into a fist to keep himself from touching it. Quit adjusting the mask. He thought critically, smiling at a young couple that walked in front of him. Their eyes drifted to the silver sword hilt peeking above his shoulder, and with a quiet gasp, they shuffled out of his way. He wanted to assure them he wasn’t there to harm anyone, but after taking in the wide berth they gave him, he thought better of it and he kept his mouth shut. He continued to smile at those who made their way past, hoping they ignored him, but given that he was wearing black leather armor with silver accents in the middle of a party full of richly dressed patrons, he knew they weren’t going to. Where is he? Scanning the floor for his older friend, he inwardly sighed, reminding himself that masks were meant to hide identities, not make them known.
He planted his feet firmly in the ballroom floor and shut his eyes, feeling the energy of his magic pool around him before he let it ebb outwards, hoping it would pick up his friends’ aura. It met something cool, not the one he was looking for, and he felt his brows furrow as the two auras began to mingle together. It guided him forward and with a curious step, he followed, but before he could move any farther, a hand clamped onto his shoulder and despite his training, he jerked, eyes snapping open to look at whoever had him, and whether he needed to remove their hand for them.
At the sight of the gray bearded man, a relieved smile crossed his lips and he greeted, “Mettius! I’ve been looking all over for you!”
The older man grinned, shifting to shake the others hand. “(Y/N)! It’s good to see you!” Mettius let go of (Y/N)’s hand, turning him by the shoulders to march him forwards. “Come, there is someone important I must introduce you to.”
“First you make me come to the masquerade, then you drag me around to meet your friends. Are you trying to drive me back home?” (Y/N) snorted at Mettius’ expression when he turned, catching sight of the glare.
“It’s one night, (Y/N). You’ll survive the flow of the unknown for a mere few hours.”
“I’ve better things to do though. Jobs to finish, hunts to complete. Coins to—”
“You’re going to take it easy for one night and enjoy the Vesuvian Masquerade whether you like it or not. Then you can wander back to the store and monster hunts.”
(Y/N) rolled his eyes, but conceded, asking, “So, who’s this someone you want me to meet?”
“He’s right here.” As they stopped, (Y/N) turned back around, eyes going wide as he stared at the Count and his party.
Immediately, he bowed his head. “Count Lucio, my Lord. It’s an honor.”
The haughty laugh that left the Count irked him deep inside, though he didn’t let it show on his face as he lifted his eyes. “So Mettius, this is the hunter you’ve been speaking of?” (Y/N) cast a quick glance to his friend, letting him speak.
“Yes, my Lord. May I introduce (Y/N) (L/N), hunter and sorcerer.”
The eyes of the entire masquerade seemed to follow (Y/N), who simply offered a polite smile in return; Lucio looked him over, holding out his hand for him to shake. He did so, the corners of his mouth threatening to fall when he felt the violent aura merge with his. As soon as he could, (Y/N) let go of Lucio’s hand, hoping his magic would purge the evil crawling up his forearm.
“Mettius has spoken of you quite a lot (Y/N). He says you’re a hunter who slays mythical beasts.”
(Y/N) frowned at that, turning to his friend. “I’m afraid Mettius has given the wrong impression, Count Lucio. I do hunt mythical beasts, but I don’t slay them.”
The Count barked a laugh, the others following in suit. “Why not? They’re beasts! Don’t they deserve to be slain?”
The irritation he had felt began to boil into something worse, but he countered coolly, “A majority of the beasts I hunt have been cursed, Count Lucio. I don’t slay them because I would be murdering the innocent people who’ve been given such a fate.” The laughter felt silent as Lucio stared (Y/N) down, but he didn’t yield, meeting the glower head-on.
“Hardly ever do I have to raise my weapon to a contract I’ve taken. There are always other options rather than needless slaughter.” (Y/N) opened his mouth to continue when the cool aura he’d met moments before returned, beckoning him away.
His mouth snapped shut when Mettius’ hand curled around his shoulders and the man offered, “I apologize for the boy’s tone, my Lord. He means no disrespect. Simply takes the job very seriously.” Lucio cocked an eyebrow and sneered, disregarding the two of them with a wave of his hand.
The older man pulled him away and spun on him, hissing, “Have you no care what comes out of your mouth (Y/N)? People have been imprisoned on less than what you’ve said!”
(Y/N) clenched his jaw, turning to glare out the window as he muttered, “It wasn’t my intention to offend, simply offer correct explanation.”
“Your explanation might cost you your reputation.”
He glanced back at Mettius, fingers twitching with the unfamiliar aura again. “My reputation precedes farther than Vesuvia. Even if he ruined me here, I’d still have jobs all across the lands.” His gaze drifted to his hand where he visualized the aura, a light lavender.
Mettius sighed. “It’s not about being ruined here. It’s about—What are you looking for?”
(Y/N) looked back at him and tipped his head. “I’m sorry Mettius, but I’m sensing another magician somewhere in here.” He raised a hand, waving him off. “I’ll be back around soon.” Despite his friend’s pleas, he spun on his heel, weaving in and out of the masqueraders to follow the aura.
The arches of the garden came into view, and with a slip against the wall to avoid the patrolling guards, he stepped in, quietly following the path. As the stone walkway began to widen, he caught sight of a fountain beneath a willow tree, but what was surprising was the young man sitting at the edge, fingers softly gliding through the water. (Y/N) crept over, taking in his image, the fluffy ivory hair and golden-brown skin. He wore a refined lilac robe, embellished with rubies and gold accents, and while it was beautiful, (Y/N) could tell a glamor when he saw one. The thing that caught his attention the most was the mask the young man wore, that of the fox. Sly, cunning, tricky.
The descriptions swam through his mind as he stood behind him, and he bent over, whispering into the man’s ear, “I’m sure you’ve got a hold on your magic well enough, but I’ve never seen someone call out to another magic wielder as desperately as you are.”
The ivory haired magician let out a startled yelp as he spun around, (Y/N) leaned forward, curling his hand in the front of the man’s robe to keep him from falling back into the water. They stared at each other from behind their masks, (Y/N)’s eyes meeting lilac ones.
He grinned, pulling the magician forward. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
A dusting of red crossed the man’s cheeks and he retorted, “You didn’t scare me.”
(Y/N) loosened his grip, gesturing to the stone edge; the magician nodded, and he took a seat, immediately reaching up to his face. “I hope you don’t mind. I’ve had enough of this mask for one evening.” The silk ties came undone from behind his head and he pulled the mask off, sighing contently.
“You don’t like masks?” the young man asked curiously.
(Y/N) shook his head as he set it beside him, then motioned to the sword on his back. “In my line of work, it’s best to be as honest as one can be.” He eyed the magician’s robes. “I don’t have time for glamor’s and tricks, though I know how to use them.” The man huffed a laugh and (Y/N) stuck his hand out. “(Y/N) (L/N).”
The magician stared at him a moment then took his hand, squeezing it as he responded, “Asra Alnazar.” He pulled his hand away. “What is your line of work?”
He shrugged and reclined on the stone edge, hands on either side of his body as he looked upwards. “Which job do you want to hear about? The easy one or the hard one?”
Asra chuckled and crossed one of his legs underneath his robes. “How about both?”
(Y/N) grinned and glanced at him. “When I’m in Vesuvia, I’m a part-time apothecary for my aunt. When I’m away, I’m a master hunter.”
“Hmm,” the magician cooed, eyes narrowing with interest. “And what do you hunt?”
“Monsters, mythical beasts, animals.” Shrugging again, he said, “I hunt pretty much everything.”
Something bitter twisted in Asra’s face. “Seems like you’d be a perfect fit for Count Lucio’s triage of nobles.”
(Y/N) barked a laugh and countered, “Hardly.” He frowned. “That bastard has his head shoved so far up his ass he can’t even tell the difference between a monster and a person that’s been cursed.”
“Ah, I take it you’re an ethical hunter then.”
“I prefer the term neutral good, but yes, that’s essentially it.” He met Asra’s gaze. “I prefer to save those I can. Whatever the cost.”
Asra frowned. “Seems like a good way to get screwed over.”
(Y/N) nodded. “Oh, it is, but I know my way around people like that.”
“Oh? And that is?”
He grinned. “By demanding my payment first.” That made Asra laugh and (Y/N) felt something flutter in his chest at the sound. Before he could say another word, his name was yelled over the hedges.
“(Y/N)! Where are you!”
They glanced towards the sound of the voice and he sighed before he rose to his feet and began tying the mask back around his head.
“Apologies Asra, but I’m needed,” he offered and Asra stood as well.
“No, I understand.” He stuck his hand out. “It’s been a pleasure to speak with you, (Y/N).”
He glanced at Asra’s hand, and with a smirk, he took it in his and raised it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “The pleasure’s all mine, Asra,” he flirted and as he pulled away and turned, he called over his shoulder, “My aunt’s shop is in the Center City district. I’ll be there until the end of the week. See you around.”
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parkaiur · 4 years
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Snowy Days - Jihoon
❀ genre: college life + romance + a dash of angst 
❀ word count: 5491
❀ a/n: just read the tags below but if ur too lazy to basically: don’t expect lots of updates and i just wrote this as a form of therapy for me. i guess i missed writing and needed to rant /shrugs/ 
also this title sucks but idk what to do with it either LMAO 
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It was a quiet, winter evening; the snow was gently falling outside and the laughter of college students filled the dorm hallways. 
I, on the other hand, was curled up in a ball on my bed, reading a book. The soft sounds of my hand turning the pages lulled me in a dreamland of swoon-worthy boys. 
Suddenly, I heard a loud bang. 
I flinched and jumped up on my bed to see what had dropped. 
“Sorry! Just dropped my pan, how’s it going?” I sighed thankfully, realizing it was just my roommate, Naeun. Naeun was a freshman like me; we hadn’t talked much before rooming together. We got along most of the time, but being around people just irked me sometimes.
I pointed at the book, trying to hide the girlish daze in my eyes. 
“Just reading, like usual.” I kept my words short, hoping she would get the hint that I wasn’t in the mood to talk. It wasn’t like I was mad at her or anything, but I need my breaks with all the socialness of college. I don’t think people understand how tiring it is for introverts to have to be “on” all the time; “on” meaning social. 
She nodded. “What book?” 
“It’s called ‘Win Some, Lose Some’ by Shay Savage. It’s a really amazing novel about a boy who was Autism and a girl who ...” I trailed off when I realized she had her back towards me. The sound of her pots and pans flying into her drawer was distracting. “A girl who befriends him basically. How was your day?” I asked politely. 
I braced myself for her long winded answer. Most people just say “good” or “it was pretty alright” but not Naeun, she pops off and talks about things no one really needs to know, and no one really cares. 
“It was okay. I saw one of my friends on campus and I waved to her because it’s so weird, right? Seeing people you know on such a large campus. And then I walked to English and my professor was just such in a good mood today, she’s so nice, I love her.” 
I smiled carefully, hoping she doesn’t realize how much I do not care about who she waves at or how her professor looks. 
“Then, I went to the library and did some of my math homework and I got started on the next chapter. And then I started to do my English homework which I got kind of stumped on. Anyway, all I could think about is this big burrito when I was studying.” She took out two large burritos and plopped them on a blue plate. 
I nodded and told her I was going to go back to my book. She nodded and right as I was about to plug in my earbuds to drown out her voice while I read, she stopped me with her voice.
“Hey, I’m bored, do you think Ahyoung and Somi are busy?” I took out my earbuds once more and shrugged. 
“Probably not.” 
“Hm. Is it cool if I invite them over? I mean, you don’t have to say yes if you just want to be alone, I know how you get like that.” 
I forced an awkward smile. “Um, I actually want to just chill and be alone, but you can always go to their rooms... they live in the same building.” I tried not to let my annoyance show in my voice, but it was rising. 
She furrowed her brows and sighed. “Yeah, but they’re so far...” She whined. 
Don’t roll your eyes. Don’t roll your eyes. Don’t roll your eyes. 
“I mean, they always come to our dorm, maybe go to them today?” I really didn’t care what she did, I just wanted to be alone. 
I turned on my music and opened my book so I didn’t have to hear her complain. She went back on her phone and I was content reading in peace. 
Five minutes later, I heard loud knocking on the door. 
What? She did not just...
“Oh, hey, Ahyoung! How’s it going?” 
No way, she did not just invite people over after I told her not to. 
I felt my blood boil, but I tried to keep my calm. I was not going to make a scene, especially since Ahyoung was my friend. 
I locked eyes with Naeun, who I visibly glared at. 
“It’s chill, y/n, you don’t have to talk we are just gonna hang a bit and then go watch some TV.” 
I bit my tongue to not snap at her. Her insensitivity was rubbing me the wrong way, but I didn’t want to blow up. We were all adults here, I didn’t want to seem like a child who got irritated when they were forced to socialize with their mom’s friends. 
Soon, I heard another knock. 
“Hey, Sooyoung! Come in, we are picking a show to watch.” 
I tried to calm down and read my book, but when I say I want to be alone, I really mean I want to be alone. 
I felt myself boil over in anger as I could still hear them over my earbuds. Their laughter and constant chatter couldn’t be tuned out. 
“Ok, we are gonna go to the lounge and watch TV. High five!” Naeun held her hand right in front of my face and I hit it just to make her leave. I swear, I’d rather hit her face instead. 
As soon as I heard the door slam shut, I pulled out my earbuds and went to rinse my face. 
How insensitive of her! I explicitly told her not to invite anyone over to the dorm, and there she goes. She can’t walk up one flight of stairs to see our friends?? So fucking rude. 
Living in the dorms as an introverted person was terribly hard. I don’t even know if introverted is the right word for it anymore if I want to go days without talking to people. And it sucks when no one truly understands me and doesn’t take my words seriously. 
I groaned and stared at myself in the mirror.
“Just two more quarters and you’re free for the summer.” 
I sighed and wiped my face on my towel. 
College was hard. 
I had found my group in college, but unfortunately, I had made the same mistakes as I did in high school. First, I stayed connected with some friends from high school who I had planned on cutting off. And most importantly, I put too much time and effort into people who disrespect me and don’t care for me. 
And now I live with someone like that. 
It angered me to feel so out of place, so alone in the dorms even when I had friends. Whenever I wanted to escape, there was no where to go. All my friends were here. 
I clenched my fist. 
All of a sudden, I couldn’t just sit down and read. I glanced over in the corner of the room and saw the camera from my photography class sitting there. 
I looked outside my window and saw the soft snow falling down. 
I quickly pulled on a warm, puffy jacket, jeans, and headed out to take some photos with my trustworthy camera. 
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The air was colder than I remembered. I felt my nose crinkle as the wind blew snow into my nose. 
The city was beautiful; it was painted in white sparkles. I snapped a few photos and took a deep breath. 
I loved being outside and having no one notice me; this was one of my favorite things about living in the city and college in general. I snapped pictures of groups of people walking across the street. The blur of the street lights combined with the softness of the snow captivated me. 
“Some nice pics you got there.” 
I jumped at the voice and almost dropped my camera; thankfully, it’s always wrapped around my neck.
“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t think you’d get so scared.” 
I looked up and saw a boy around my age staring at me. And dang, was he cute. 
I thanked God for the weather because my cheeks were already red. 
“Uh, um, it’s fine.” I fibbed quickly. I felt awkward because I didn’t know how to act around guys my age, especially ones as cute as him. 
Be friendly, be friendly. He just wants to be friends.
“Um, I’m y/n by the way.” I took out my hand to shake his. He chuckled and reciprocated the action.
“Jihoon, Park Jihoon. You live in this building too?” He pointed at the building next door to me. I shook my head and watched as the snow fell onto my shoulders.
“Oh no, I live in this one.” He nodded. “Are you a freshman?” I asked. 
He laughed heartily. I liked how he didn’t hide his emotions. “Oh no, I’m a sophomore this year but I’m an RA in this building.” 
I made an “O” shape with my mouth. “Ah, a resident adviser. I’m applying to be one next year, kinda nervous but hopefully I’ll get the job.” 
His eyes widened. “Oh really? I rarely meet people who want to baby a bunch of freshmen.” I laughed at his comment. “But hey, it’d be cool if we were in the same dorm next year. You could teach me to take such pretty pictures.” I laughed and flipped through the photos on my camera out of habit.
“Don’t get your hopes up, I haven’t even been accepted for the job yet. Also, I’m taking photography 101 with Professor Lee Miyoung, I’m sure she’s a better teacher than I am.” I teased. 
He shrugged. “Well, I doubt she’s as pretty as you.” 
My heart froze. 
W-what? Did he just flirt with me? Oh god, what do I say now? How do I flirt back? I-
“Sorry, was that weird? I wanted to call you pretty but I didn’t mean to lowkey talk about a professor’s beauty either.” He looked mildly embarrassed when he shook out his hair full of snow. 
I gave him a small smile. “Um, no, not weird, it was actually kind of smooth. I don’t really know how to respond to flirting.” 
Oh my god. I just said that. 
His eyes lit up mischievously as I tried not to blush even harder.
“Oh flirting? Is that what we are doing?” He teased.
“Technically, that’s what you are doing.” He laughed loudly and his voice echoed throughout the streets. I only hoped to have that loud of a voice as an RA. 
“You got me there.” He then looked down at his watch and frowned. 
“What’s wrong?”
He looked up at me with his soft brown puppy eyes. I swear this guy is too cute to be real. “Um, my shift is starting soon.” He then took out his phone. “I know we just met, but you seem pretty cool-”
Before he could finish, I took his phone and typed in my number.
“There, now you can teach me how to be an RA and I can teach you how to take photos.” I said as confidently as I could. 
He seemed a bit surprised at my voice, but nodded.
“Sounds great, see you later.” He waved to be as he walked away, but slipped on a patch of snow. 
“Ah, be careful!” I shouted. He gave me a small smile and walked back into his dorm.
Well, at least this day ended on a high note. 
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“Hey, where’d you go last night? We were wondering where you were at.” 
I’m an adult, I don’t have to tell you everywhere I go.
I bit back the words and forced a small smile. “Oh, I just went to take some photos for my photography class. The snow looked really pretty last night.” I left out the minor detail that a cute boy started to talk to me. I wanted to keep the giddiness to myself. 
“Oh cool. I just came back from the gym. I saw a really cute boy in there. He was really fit, dark skinned, dark hair. And he smiled at me and I smiled back. We didn’t get to talk because I was so out of breath, but I hope he’s at the gym again.” She went off without me asking her too. 
I understand that I’m being a bit tough on her, but she irritated me first by inviting people over when I told her not to. People always talk about communication in college, but sometimes people just don’t listen to you. 
“Cool, hope you see him again.” I said nicely. I have to put on a nice face with my roommates, as I don’t want to be in an awkward living situation. 
“Yeah... how was your day today?” 
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“And then she just invited you guys over, disregarding what I had just said before! Isn’t that rude?” I voiced to Ahyoung, my best friend. I’d known her before going to college, well, I’ve known her since we were 8. 
She looked a bit hesitant on what to say. 
I went on about the situation. “I’m not saying I hate seeing you guys, but you know how I get when I want to be alone. I...I just want to be alone and it makes me crazy when I see people. Plus, I told Naeun I wanted to chill out and be alone and then she just invites you guys over, without telling me?? I’m not crazy.” I ranted. 
Ahyoung sighed and took a sip of her coffee filled with milk and sugar. 
“I mean, she did say she was inviting us over in the groupchat.” 
I glared at the younger girl. “Excuse me, I was sitting right next to her, she knows I didn’t check my phone. It’s rude to not tell your roommate you’re inviting people over, and it’s even ruder when we just talked about how I didn’t want her to invite people over. It’s not like she forgot within the five minutes.” 
“True. That wasn’t nice of her.” I noticed she hesitated on saying anything bad about her. We were all friends, but I was the one who had problems with friends in the group, as usual. I didn’t like very many people, but I was civil and nice to everyone; that’s what being an adult is all about. 
“Yeah...” I trailed off. I don’t know when it got so weird between us, but it felt like I couldn’t talk to my best friend about things in my life. I didn’t even tell her about the cute guy who flirted with me. Deep inside of me, I knew she didn’t deserve to know these things about me when she didn’t want to hear the bad parts of my life. 
It felt like everyone wants to be around me when I’m laughing and joking, never when I’m serious and want to talk about my feelings. No one wants to listen when I want to rant about real things in life, yet they love when someone rants about some “dumb” thing a girl did in the hallway. 
I didn’t get why they judged people before they knew them. I always tried to talk with people before I made judgements, yet people think it’s weird when I judge people I talk to. That’s the way you’re supposed to judge people... when you get to know them personally. Duh.
As I was talking, I saw her eyes focused on something far away from me. 
I turned around and saw her crush standing there. She stopped listening to me as he waved at her. I saw her eyes bright up when she saw him and I grew annoyed. I was telling her about something that was bothering me, and then she chooses a boy over me. Not cool. 
“Hello? Earth to Ahyoung??” I teased. She shrugged me off. 
“He’s so cute. I know he doesn’t like me, but I can’t help myself.” 
I snorted. “Yeah, he doesn’t like you and actually, he only dates white girls and you my friend, are not white.” I knew I was being harsh, but I hear about him every single second and it angers me when I want to vent about something in my life and she doesn’t think I’m as important as her crush.
She flinched at my harsh words. 
“You just wouldn’t understand, you’ve never had a crush before. You’ve never been in love before.” She said matter of factly. 
Ouch. 
This was all true, but it hurt when she said it like that. I’ve never felt romantic love, wow, thanks for reminding me. Maybe I’m too busy taking care of my dumb friends who don’t care about me. 
Maybe.
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“Bye, see you later.” I waved her off as we both went to class.
As soon as I turned around, I saw a familiar face. 
Jihoon. 
I fixed my hair and prayed none of my mascara had smeared on my face. 
Be confident, make friends. 
“Hey, Jihoon.” He turned around with a confused look on his face. I felt a leap in my heart when he smiled at me.
“Oh hey y/n, it’s weird to see you without a camera.” He joked. 
I felt my heart skip a beat when he said my name; I was so used to people forgetting about me. 
“Hah, well it’s weird to see you in the daylight.” I joked. When I saw him left an eyebrow, I knew I said something wrong. 
I felt my face burn up at my own words. 
“Not like that.” I blubbered out. He let out a light laugh. 
“Well, I mean, you’re right.” He took note of my embarrassed state and changed the subject. “So, what class are you headed to?”
“History of the Ancient Greek and Roman worlds, how bout you?” 
“Woah, what an interesting class. I’m heading to choir practice actually.” That made me stop in my tracks.
“Wait, you sing?” 
He chuckled. “Yup, that is what you do in choir.” I felt a bit embarrassed at my statement. “I’m joking, I’m joking, but yes, I do sing. Have been doing so for my whole life.”
“I did choir up until high school, I didn’t feel good enough for college. I still don’t know how to read music and it’s been years.” 
“It’s hard, but you get used to it. You should give it a shot if you really want to though. Or come watch one of our performances.” I smiled at him.
“One day.” I stopped walking and pointed at the building in front of us. “This is me. I’ll see you later?” 
He nodded and smiled. 
“I’ll see you later.”
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Two weeks had passed and I hadn’t seen much of Jihoon. We waved to each other in passing, but it was midterms soon, and exams were the only thing on my mind. We sent each other memes daily though and we just got each other’s humor- that was rare. 
I was filling out my history study guide until I heard my roommate, Naeun, walk in.
“Hey, y/n~ Ahyoung, Sooyoung and I saw you talking to a boy yesterday~ Oooooooo what’s his name?” 
She sat right in front of me, not giving me any personal space. 
I tried not to blush but honestly, my face was turning red because I was so annoyed at her.
“His name is Jihoon. He’s an RA in the dorm next to us, we met at an RA informational meeting.” I lied. I didn’t want to tell her I ran out of the dorm because I couldn’t handle her and people.
“He’s cute, nice body too.” I felt a an overwhelming sense of jealously and protectiveness wash over me. I hated it. I didn’t want to be this person. I probably only felt this way because I didn’t like Naeun right now. 
“Yeah, you can have him if you want. I’m not into him.” I lied. 
She raised a brow. “Really? Don’t be upset if he falls for me then.” I knew she was joking when she flipped her hair dramatically, but I wasn’t into it. 
I felt my buried insecurities rise when I stared intensely at her face. Her eyebrows were neatly plucked, which I was always too scared to do. Her skin was tanned and even, not blotchy and red like mine. Her fashion was trendy and most boys liked her because of her socialness, on the contrary, I was awkward and mean to boys, unintentionally. 
I just went back to doing my homework, shaking off the comparison. 
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Later that night, I saw a message pop up in my texts which was weird because I usually mute everyone.
‘hey midterms are killing me and i dont understand anything... want ice cream?’ 
I tried not to laugh even though both my roommates were at the library. 
‘uhhh shouldnt u be studying if u dont understand anything?? mayb??’ 
‘LOL thats not how it works young padawan’ I rolled my eyes. He thinks he’s so much older than me. 
‘also I don’t eat ice cream, i don’t eat dairy’
‘... aight imma head out’ 
I snorted and tilted my head back in laughter. 
‘ok, no ice cream... what DO you like?’
You. I like you. 
... Definitely not sending that.
‘UMMM i like hot chocolate?’ 
‘okay, i’ll be at your dorm in 5. what is your room number again?’
‘303′ 
‘aight’ 
I looked down at short shorts and tank top and then at the harsh winds outside. I threw on a pair of cute leggings and a heavy sweater. I put on a black jacket over it and placed a beanie on my head. 
I did my brows and put on a few swipes of mascara. I carefully applied my lightly colored lip balm and sprayed face mist to look dewy and cute. 
Is this a date? Or is this just two friends being adventurous? 
Whatever, I want to look cute at least.
Seconds after I finish, I hear a knock at my door. I took a deep breath.
This isn’t a date. This isn’t a date. Calm down.
I opened the door. 
He was wearing a puffy jacket and dark black jeans that outlined his thigh muscles. Yum.
I also noticed he was wearing a gray beanie... which was identical to mine.
“Cute hat.” I noted. He grinned and tugged on my beanie. 
“Same goes for you. Ready for some hot chocolate?” 
“Yes, where are we going to get said chocolate caliente?” 
Jihoon gave me a weird look. “Chocolate what?” 
I stared at him, stunned. “Chocolate caliente. Caliente means hot in Spanish. Therefore, hot chocolate. You didn’t take Spanish in high school?” 
He shook his head. “Nope, I took Japanese because I’m a weeb.” I snorted. 
“Wow, I should be surprised but I’m not.” He pushed me playfully and I tried not to freak out over the warmth of his skin. 
“You’re telling me you don’t watch any anime?” 
I rolled my eyes. “Of course I watch some anime. But am I full blown weeb... no.” 
He narrowed his eyes at me. “I can change that, don’t worry.”
“You still didn’t tell me where we are going.” My fingers felt crisp from the cold air. It wasn’t snowing tonight, but the ground was still white. 
“Aha, we are going to my favorite cafe called ‘Pink Heart Cafe’. It is decked in pink hearts.” 
“As expected from a Pink Heart Cafe.” I joked. In the near distance, I noticed a sign that had a baby pink heart that wrote ‘Pink Heart Cafe’ in cute lettering. 
I crinkled my nose from the cold air. “What, you don’t like pink?” 
“No, no, I love the color pink actually. It’s just kinda cold out here.” He nodded. 
“Maybe it would be warmed if we held hands... maybe.” 
For the first time, I felt comfortable with someone’s flirtatious comment.
I smirked and hooked my hand with his. I felt my heart beater faster. Much faster. And I loved it. 
I saw him smile widely and hide it with his hair. 
“I’m a lucky guy.” He whispered. 
We walked into the cafe. 
“Hi! Welcome to Pink Heart Cafe, for here or to go?” 
“For here, please.” The woman nodded. 
“Please take a seat. We will come take your order soon.”
We took our seats in the corner, next to the pink fairy lights. I was in love with the aesthetic. 
“Cute place. And fancy it seems, they come take our order at the table.” I sang a bit of Twice’s Fancy. 
“Oh gosh, you love Twice?? Me too!” I shrugged nonchalantly. 
“I mean, I like them, their songs are cute and catchy but I’m not a diehard fan.” 
He frowned. I can change that too. 
I sighed and rolled my eyes dramatically. “Wow, it seems like there are a lot of things you want to change about me. What do you even like about me?” I teased. 
He smiled harder and I noticed a blush on his face. 
“Uhhh, that’s a good question. I like... I like how you’re honest with your emotions. I like how you’re good at photography. I like that you want to become an RA because of the money and--” I gasped and pushed him on the arm.
“That’s not the only reason! Yes... the pay is good, but I like helping people.” 
Our laughter died down as he gazed at me intensely. 
“You like helping people? Tell me more about that.” 
I paused. No one had asked me that before. 
“Um, no one’s asked me that before. I guess I just like to see people happy. I like appealing to people’s emotions and most times, I’m pretty good at making people like me.” I said honestly. I saw his face light up at my words. “And I also want to be a teacher after I graduate, so being an RA would help improve my social skills and teach me how to interact with those younger than me and work through their problems. I don’t know, people say it’s hard and that it can be tough if kids come to you with suicidal thoughts and feelings of anxiety and depression, but I mean, I just want to do it and give back to the community somehow... I don’t know. ” I mumbled off, feeling like I said too much.
His gaze was so serious, I was scared I bored him to death.
He leaned closer to me and I freaked out. I held my breath, waiting for what was next until he spoke. 
“You’re so awesome.” He finally said. 
That... that was surprising.
“Um, thanks?”
“I’m serious! That’s so amazing why you want to be an RA. Honestly, I took up this job because it pays well and I’m good at talking to people, but sometimes I couldn’t care less about my residents. I like how you’re so kind to people.”
I laughed, “I’m not that nice.” 
“Yeah right, you were nice to me the first time we met. And I could’ve been a creepy dude and I almost made you break your camera.” 
“Well, I was nice to you because you are a cute boy.” He choked on his drink at my blunt words. I grew shy all of a sudden and laughed with him. 
“Jesus, give a boy a warning before you say such words.” He was pink in the face and I felt my heart warm. 
“It’s true, you are attractive. But it is also true that I’m not nice. My roommate is irritating the heck out of me and I have to tell myself every time I talk to her to say nice things and not hurt her feelings ‘cause she’s so damn sensitive.” 
He paused for a moment. I was nervous he would think I was a bad person. Which... technically is what I’m trying to convince him of. 
“Wow, you just got ten times nicer.” Now it was my turn to choke on my drink. 
“What? I just told you I have to force myself to be nice to my roommate even though I just want to snap at her all the time.” 
Jihoon leaned back in his chair with a smug look on his face. “Exactly! Most people would’ve just called her a bitch and moved on! Moved out or from what I’ve seen, some girls do mean shit like throwing another girl’s clothes out of her closet or flirting with her boyfriend. You... you just be nice when someone is mean to you.”
“She’s not mean, just rubbing me the wrong way.” Jihoon rolled his eyes.
“See? You are still defending her even though I’m sure she’s putting you through more than other people would take.” 
I shrugged. “I don’t know, most people don’t take me seriously when I talk about it.” 
“Try me.” 
I hesitated at first, but when I saw his open and honest look, I spilled.
“Well, I’m quite an introverted person so I need my alone time. And when I told her, this was actually the night that I met you, um, I told her that I wanted to be alone. And then she invited people over to the room and yes, they left soon, but when I’m in my isolation mood, I just... I just don’t even want to look at people.” 
He stared at me with a curious look so I rambled on. “I know, it’s dumb-”
He placed a gentle hand on top of mine.
“No, that’s not dumb at all. She should’ve respected your words. I would be so mad. Give me more!” He pounded his fist on the table for dramatic effect. 
I felt my heart lighten when he wanted to hear more of my words. I was so used to people ignoring me and brushing over my concerns.
“Uh, well, just... well not just Naeun, my roommate, but some of my friends in the same dorm as me. They are just really judgmental and the negativity just pains me. I don’t like judging others before getting to know them, so hearing them talk bad about random people they don’t know just pains me. And I’m no saint, yes I judge people, but I make sure I talk to them first and get to know them before I make judgments.”
Jihoon smiled. “You keep getting better the more I get to know you. I do the same thing, my friends think I’m crazy when I say ‘hey that dude looks kinda mean and no one likes him, i’ll be friends with him’!” 
My eyes widened. “Oh my god, that’s how I met most of my friends!” 
We laughed as we bad mouthed our friends and the people who have hurt us. 
“Why do you stick with such crappy friends? No offense, you deserve so much better.” 
I shrugged. “I mean, everyone says that to me and truly, I don’t even know. I just feel so connected to them now and they have their good moments-”
“Good moments aren’t enough if they consistently hurt you.”
“I know, I know! I just... maybe I’m not that good of a person then if I stay with them. Like people say, you are who your friends are.” 
“That’s bull, you’re a good person, I know that. And your friends don’t even care to listen to you rant, I can tell I’m the first person you told all this stuff too because you have flames in your eyes. You deserve friends you can trust and are able to rant to. I promise.” 
I bit my lip, thinking of what to say. 
“Thank you, I guess I just think I am helping them by staying with them. I don’t want to hurt their feelings.” 
“Just know that you have me now, and if you ever need to rant or vent or whatever, I’m here for you. You have me now.” 
I felt a wave of emotion wash over me. No one’s ever said that to me before and meant it. I know he meant it, it was written all over his face. 
I nodded slowly, accepting the moment we were having. 
We sat in a moment of silence until the waiter came for the check.
I dug through my pockets to get out the ten dollar bill I stuffed in there. 
“Hah funny,” Jihoon chided when he whipped out his card before I could do anything. I gasped. 
“Ah, Jihoon, I brought money!” 
He tsked and stood when the waiter gave him his card back. “Yeah right, I’d never let a girl pay on the first date, that’s like... illegal.” I rolled my eyes, until I realized what he had just admit.
“Date?” I questioned carefully. 
He looked away from my gaze, like he didn’t mean to say the word. 
“Yes... date. Do you have a problem with that?” 
I grinned.
“Nope.”
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peter parker x reader
A Meeting for the History Books
okay so this is my first time writing these little blurbs. i started writing this outta nowhere and the words just kinda *came*. sooo, have fun? I really hope you guys like it, and if you have any tips or some helpful criticism, feel free to message me! okay i'm gonna shut up now, andddd enjoy! (also, pls message me if you want me to continue this! not like a multi chapter fic but like another story that follows this one on a timeline)
prompt: how did you and peter meet?
• homeboy is cool af • or so he thinks • bb is such an awkward flirt omg • he still pretty flirty • but also like sUPER AWKWARD • you know that sitcom move where the awkward guy is trying to be cool and he puts his elbow on a hard surface, like a countertop or whatever • but he misses the countertop • and just goes crashing to the floor • that's a great representation of peter when flirting • (or just in general really bb is so clumsy) • actually I think he did that at one point
• anyway • right off the bat he starts off with a science pun • lmao fuckinn nerdddd • you were sitting alone at lunch • your backpack was next to you • and books were scattered across the table • you usually sat with MJ but she wasn't at school today so you were all by your lonesome • sitting alone never bothered you, though • you were immersed in a book • you had just taken a big bite of your apple when a movement in your peripheral vision caught your eye • you looked up in surprise and are greeted by the sight of peter, tray in hand, smiling nervously, and shifting from foot to foot • "can i sit with you" he asks • you force down your apple • "yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah" you manage to say (more like choke out), in the normal queens fashion • you quickly gather your stuff up and set it aside • he looks kinda familiar, but you can't pinpoint from where • but it doesn't matter because he's cute and you get the vibe that he's genuinely sweet • he hits you with the science pun first • "why did the proton break up with the electron?" • you're kind of surprised, but you welcome any joke, pun or not (especially puns who tf are you kidding)
• "I don't know, why?" • "because he was too negative!" • you look at him for a solid 20 seconds • and then you just start laughing • he would be kind unsure at first • then he would realize that you're laughing at the joke, not him • and he would start laughing too • omg look at this pair of nerds
• this was at lunch • and so you guys spent the entire period just talking and laughing (let's be real you guys never really stopped with the puns) • the the bell rings • and you guys realize you had just spent a solid 50 minutes talking • and that now you guys had to part ways • awwwww my babies, my heart just melted • "i guess i gotta go to history now" peter nervously breaks the silence • he's kinda afraid he won't see you again • calm down peter this isn't Cinderella it's New York • and you're like ?¿?¿ because • "i have history too!" • "no way! with Dr. Tayton?" • "yeah! what the hell, how did i not notice you there's like 11 people in our class" • "i usually sit in the back" • "oh... i always sit in the front" • "i know i've seen you you're so pretty and smart that's why i came over here" • peter just blurts out • and then he freezes • his brain is banging pots and pans together and screaming "ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION MAN DOWN I REPEAT ABORT MISSION" • and it's super obvious • you're kinda dumbfounded • and you're staring at him • but he's looking down at his hands because he's so embarrassed • and he's like shit?¿?¿  did i miss this up???? • so after an inordinately long period of silence you finally speak • "how about i sit with you in class today?" • and peter looks up and he's so surprised • he thought he messed this up for sure • and he's looking directly into your eyes and all he sees is warmth • so he smiles and kinda quietly says • "yeah" • and you're like "oh" • and you have a sudden moment of doubt at his quiet agreement • you're afraid he was just being nice and polite and he doesn't what you to sit with him • stfu you idiot he just said you were pretty and smart and basically admitted to paying attention???? why are you doubting yourself????? • and peter sees your slight disappointment and realizes your doubt • "oH i mEaN YES I MEAN YES TOTALLY I WOULD LOVE THAT • and all your doubt evaporates into thin air • look at these cuties • so you wait while peter clears his tray and gathers his things • you guys leave the cafeteria side-by-side • the whole way you're discussing your current history topic • or at least, some of it • okay, to be honest, you're just talking about how cool of a name Mikhail Gorbachev is • but inside he's like "omg what just happened did i do it yes i did it. i talked to her! oh my god Ned is gonnA fLIP" • and inside, you're like "oh my god what just happened i gotta tell MJ she's gonnA FLIP" • you got no work done that entire class
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Meatballs
PART 2
a/n: This is a quick idea I had and needed to get out of my system, there will be a second part so dont worry too much
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Warnings: Just Boomer getting a little too handsy, basically he goes to a dinner party and flirts with Luce, a girl he probably shouldn't be flirting with...
Digger “Captain Boomerang” Harkness X OFC // Suicide Squad
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1. The Party
"Finally," Anita sighed as Luce pushed through the screen door, her arms full with a bag of groceries.
"I bought all the spaghetti they had at the store," Luce stated as she set the shopping bag on the table. She reached into the brown paper, pulling out a large can of Guinness and crossed to the living room, handing it off to her uncle who occupied the recliner in the corner, his old hound dog curled up at his feet. He was a bitter old man but the one thing that made him smile without fail, was a cold beer.
"You're a God send," he stated, cracking the seal and taking a drink.
"No problem, Manny," Luce replied with a smile. Though she referred to the man as her uncle they were not technically related. "Guess who I ran into on the way back," she began, returning to the kitchen to empty the rest of the shopping bag's contents.
"Big Foot," Her sister-in-law replied. It was obvious by Anita's tone that she had no patience for Luce, preoccupied with slicing tomatoes.
"Remember last week, Eddie was talking about meeting that guy from Australia at the bar?" Luce leaned against the counter as she spoke, "I met them on my way home."
She had been walking out of the shop, trying to balance the shopping bag in one hand as a gust of wind blew her hair into her face when she ran into them. Quite literally, she walked directed into the broad chest of the stranger, who caught her elbow, keeping her from falling on her ass.
"Careful, Luce," the other guy said, helping her to find her balance. Turning her head, she wasn't surprised to see one of her older brother's friends. Eddie was a regular guest at the house, often showing up randomly for drinks in the evening.
"Sorry about that," she mumbled, adjusting her grip around the bag.
"This is my new friend, the one from down under," Eddie started making introductions with a gesture, "His name's Digger." Lucy looked up at the man she had run into. Her first thoughts were that he was big and hairy as she studied his broad shoulders and overgrown muttonchops. From the mess of curls on his head all the way down to his ducttaped boots, everything about him screamed that he was a bad decision and yet she found it hard to look away.
"Sorry about that," she apologised. "I'm Lucy by the way."
"The pleasure's mine," he smirked, holding her gaze for a moment.
She was the one to break the connection as she looked to the other man, "We're doing a big dinner tonight, you two should come."
"I wouldn't want to impose," Digger responded quickly, being uncharacteristically courteous. Digger was never one to turn down a meal, but something about the way she smiled drew the polite reply out of him.
"Oh you wouldn't! We always make extra, expecting more people than we invite," she explained as she stepped to the side, ready to continue on her way. "I'll see you two there. I'll save you a plate."
The men waved before continuing down the sidewalk, back to Eddie's place.
"She's cute," Digger stated with a smirk, thinking of the short girl with dark hair he'd just met.
"Don't even try, man," Eddie chuckled. Sure, he completely agreed that Luce had gotten very cute in the past few years, but he knew better. "You want to stay away from her, trust me."
"What?" Digger challenged. "She some man-eater in a sundress?"
"Nah," Eddie scoffed, "It's her brother. He pretty much raised her, like he literally adopted her when she was 10, since their mom was a drunk. He won't let any guy near her. I'm sure if he had his way she'd be a nun," he laughed and Digger found himself more enticed than before, and suddenly excited for spaghetti.
"There's my favorite girls," John's voice boomed through the kitchen as he kicked off his work boots. Reaching out first he hugged Luce, placing an affectionate kiss on her forehead before crossing to Anita who stood by the stove. "How was your day, my love?" he asked kissing her as Luce rolled her eyes, gathering the stack of plates to put on the table.
John was only Luce's half brother but he had readily taken on the mantle of guardian when she needed it, which she would always be grateful for. Though they both looked alike, sharing their mother's bottle green eyes, they could not be more different in personality. John was social and thrived at the center of attention, he hated being alone and always had at least one friend in tow wherever he went. Luce on the other hand liked to keep to herself, usually avoiding the parties John threw, reading in her room instead.
The sauce was just about finished when people started to arrive. One after another, John's friends filed through the door, each making the same excited sound as they were greeted by the smell of tomatoes that filled the air. Usually there would be one or two girlfriends tagging along, but tonight was a sausage fest leaving all the prep work up to Luce and Anita, they knew better than to expect any of the guys to help.
As he arrived with Eddie, Digger was quick to spot Luce. She stood across the kitchen, working at grating down a large block of cheese. Digger chose to bide his time, joining the other men in the living room, cheering over the hockey game.
"Alright!" Anita called, banging the wooden spoon on a metal pot cover, using it as a makeshift gong. "Food's ready!" Luce finished slicing the garlic bread, placing the still warm loaf at the end of the counter as the guys lined up eagerly with plates in hand.
"Looks delicious," someone commented as each of the group served themselves before moving to sit around the large dining room table. After bringing a plate to Uncle Manny, who stayed in his recliner, Luce took a seat in the corner, preferring to sit back and watch the others rather than get involved in their conversations. Slurping at her spaghetti, Luce couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her. Lifting her eyes she scanned the room, noticing only one other who was not paying attention to the ruckus around the table. In the opposite corner she noticed the newcomer.
The Aussie stood with his plate in one hand, mopping up the excess sauce with a slice of bread as he grinned at the girl, holding her gaze through the crowd. Blushing under his scrutiny, Luce turned her head, looking away. She tried to ignore him but every time she'd let her attention drift to where he stood, she found he was still staring, watching her for the rest of the meal.
It wasn't long before the men had inhaled everything edible placed in front of them and returned to the living room. Luce gathered the discarded dishes that were scattered across the oak table as she listened to them cheering on their team.
"You don't have to worry about clean up," Luce said as she sat the plates on the counter, noticing Antia was pulling on her rubber gloves. "You did most of the cooking, I'll take care of washing."
"You sure?" Anita asked, as Luce nodded. "Alright I'm going to watch the game," she smiled handing off the yellow gloves and topping off her glass of wine before leaving the kitchen. Turning on the tap, Luce let the water warm as she scrolled through the music on her phone, looking for something to play. Choosing a favorite album, she propped up the phone on the window sill in front of her and settled in to work, humming along as she started to scour the pans.
Not paying attention to her surroundings, Luce nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt someone place their hand in the middle of her back.
"Sorry, darl'," an unfamiliar voice spoke, though she could guess who it was by the accent. "I wasn't trying to scare ya."
"It's fine," she replied, looking up with a smile, "You need something?"
"Yeah, where's the loo?" he asked, "I need ta drain the snake."
"Down the hall on the left," Luce gestured towards the archway across the kitchen, while trying to stifle her laughter at his language.
"Cheers, luv," he replied, resting his hand on her shoulder as he crossed behind her, his touch lingering longer that it needed to.
Returning her attention to the dishes in the sink, Luce began rinsing off the suds. It wasn't a moment later that Digger returned, nonchalantly leaning on his hip against the counter next to her, watching her clean. She could feel the warmth of the blood rushing to her cheeks as he stood there, sipping his beer.
"I'm sure the game in the other room is more entertaining," she stated, looking at him from the corner of her eye, trying to break the awkward silence while she scrubbed at the scraps of pasta and sauce.
"Nah," he smiled lifting his half empty bottle. "I'm good here," Digger took a swig of his drink, smirking to himself as he watched her blush harder. "This is much more entertaining."
With an exasperated scoff, Luce turned away from him, grabbing a rag off the oven door's handle. "If you're going to stick around you might as well be useful," she suggested as she pulled the beer from his grasp and replaced it with the dish towel.
Looking him square in the eye she brought the drink to her lips and quickly drained the rest of the contents. Setting down the now empty bottle, Luce turned waiting for his reaction. It seemed that he had conceded as he stepped closer, reaching towards the dishes in the sink. Then, before she could notice, he shifted his hand away from the plates, scooping up a handful of water and tossing it towards her.
Luce responded instinctively, turning to brace her arms against further splashes as she yelped with a laugh, "Cut it out! You're getting me all wet!" Digger, recognizing her light and teasing tone, took full advantage of the moment. Quickly he leaned in closer, allowing his facial hair to just barely tickle the shell of her ear as he placed his palm flat on the small of her back.
"Trust me, I know better ways to get you wet," he teased, letting his warm breath dance across the skin of her neck. Luce could feel her reaction instantly, the goosebumps trailing down her spine as he moved closer, his slightly musky scent of cinnamon and tobacco drowning out the smell of the kitchen. Surprised by his words, she felt a drop in her stomach, not dissimilar to feeling of missing a step while climbing the stairs in the dark. She failed to respond as he smirked to himself, noticing her obvious interest in him. Sliding his hand further down, across her bottom he quickly tensed his fingers, squeezing her cheek. Luce turned, eyeing him as she bit her lip, very interested in what he was doing as he tightly grabbed again at the flesh of her ass through her jeans. She hummed quietly, leaning in as his arm guided her towards him and her eyes fluttered shut. While she was enjoying the heat of his broad hand cupping her bottom, he hunched forward slowly bringing his face closer to her's.
"The hell you think you're doing?" Immediately, Luce was jerked back to reality by the sound of her brother's voice as John stomped across the room, pushing at Digger's shoulders.
"I'm just flirting with ya sistah, mate," Digger replied, holding his hands up as if he was innocent while taking a step closer to John. "What's it look like?" Luce groaned, annoyed with both men's reactions.
"Eddie!" John hollered, obviously trying to keep himself from punching Digger square in the jaw. A second later their mutual friend was in the doorway to the kitchen, quickly having to take in the scene before him. "Get this scumbag outta here," John ordered as Eddie crossed the room to Digger, pushing him towards the exit.
"I told ya man," he stated, leading the Aussie down the wooden steps of the side porch as the screen door to the kitchen slammed shut behind them, "I told you not to try."
Digger just huffed in response, dissatisfied with the way things had panned out. Meanwhile Luce was in the kitchen swatting at her brother's arm, "The fuck is your problem!"
"I don't want guys like him around you," John responded, still breathing heavy with anger.
"You don't want any guys around me! But guess what! I'm old enough to drink, I'm old enough to vote, I'm old enough talk to guys!" before storming off to the sanctuary of her bedroom.
PART 2
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