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Friday Night
Fluffy / Comfort
Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader (Established relationship)
Synopsis: It's Friday night and you decide to stop by the Sanctum and cook dinner while you wait for Stephen to come home.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,400k
A/N: This one was requested anonymously. I added Wong and America to add some family touch. I really hope you like it. ;)
English is not my first language so this will probably have some grammatical mistakes, I hope it doesnt spoil your experience.
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You woke up and looked at the time on your phone. You had fallen asleep in the main hall of the Sanctum Sanctorum and it was now past 6pm.
You got up bewildered and closed your laptop that was open on the coffee table and checked your cell for any messages from Stephen, but the inbox was empty.
It wasn't uncommon for you to spend the day at the Sanctum. You and Stephen had been together for a long time and just as he came into your house whenever he wanted, you also used to go to the Sanctum, but that day when you arrived you found the house empty.
You had left several messages for both Stephen and Wong, but neither responded.
You weren't really worried. Stephen and Wong always had important things to attend to and they should probably be at Kamar Taj. You knew now that Stephen would make up any excuse to visit America. She had become much more than just someone he helped and was more of an apprentice and Stephen was very fond of her and so was you.
Deciding to keep busy while waiting for Stephen, you went to the Sanctum's kitchen thinking about preparing dinner for them when they come home. You knew that the two of them were a disaster in the kitchen and that they often preferred buying food to cooking. Wong actually knew how to cook, it wasn't the best thing you've ever eaten, but it was okay. Stephen on the other hand on the rare times he tried to cook something almost set the kitchen on fire and you had to go to the rescue and you ended the night eating pizza.
You weren't surprised when you found the fridge practically empty. Sighing and determined to stick to your plan, you ran to the nearest grocery store and bought what you needed for dinner. It was Friday night and you wanted to please him.
You went back to the Sanctum and worked on preparing the food. Your laptop open on the table playing your favorite Spotify playlist. You got distracted while singing along to the songs and didn't notice the chatter in the room as Stephen, Wong and America walked through the portal.
Stephen listened to the music and followed the sound finding you in the kitchen distracted by the stove. He hugged you from behind, almost making you drop the bag of potatoes you were carrying.
“I can get used to it” He said with that wonderful deep voice “Coming home after work and having my girl at home to take care of me.”
You turned to face him. He wore the blue tunic and the cloak was clinging to his shoulders, his hair slightly disheveled, a few strands falling over his forehead
“You can keep dreaming, Stephen Strange. I'm only cooking because I was hungry and there was nothing to eat in this house.”
He smirked “If you say so. I could have ordered something.”
You slapped his arm.
He chuckled pulling you to his lips and kissing you softly.
“I missed you” You said between his lips “I left work early and decided to stop by to see you, but you weren't here. I ended up falling asleep on the couch. I left a million messages.”
He nodded. “I'm sorry, I was busy helping with training at Kamar Taj.”
“It’s okay, it ended up giving me time to prepare dinner. I even went to the grocery store! I bought your favorite ice cream."
He caressed your face “I thought dinner wasn't for me.”
You stroked his hair, brushing the loose strands that fell across his forehead back. “You know it's for you. Everything I do is for you.” You rolled your eyes “It’s cheesy, but I'm that kind of woman, you know, who cooks to impress her boyfriend.”
Stephen smirked “It's working.”
He tightened his arms around your waist kissing you intensely. You cupped his face as he deepened the kiss putting his tongue in your mouth and soon the desire you felt for each other began to show.
You didn't realize it when Wong and America entered the kitchen. Moving away from each other only when you heard the exaggerated sound of Wong clearing his throat.
“Gross” America said staring at both of you. “A bit early for that don't you think?”
You felt your face getting hot and you disguised it, taking the opportunity to remove the portion of fries ready from the pan.
“Fries!” America ran up to you stealing one from the plate
“[Y/N] you saved us, we're starving. I was afraid that I would have to eat something Wong would prepare.”
“Hey, you didn't complain last time!" Wong said annoyed.
America giggled “Because it was all there was to eat.”
“You are welcome, America” You said trying not to laugh.
Stephen sighed, almost rolling his eyes.
“Behave or I'll send you back to Kamar Taj”
She rolled her eyes leaving the kitchen “I'll be in my room, let me know when dinner is ready.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at Stephen and Wong's expressions. Two unlikely parents trying to deal with their foster teenager daughter.
“I heard that adolescence is the worst phase!”
Wong sighed “And now you come to tell us this?!”
He left muttering and Stephen smirked devilishly at you “Where were we anyway?”
You smiled throwing yourself into his arms kissing his lips and giving light kisses on his cheek. You pulled away before things got intense again and patted his arm
“Dinner is almost ready, you'd better shower and change into your normal clothes before sitting at that table.”
“I think there's something else I'd rather have for dinner” He said teasing while lowering his hands to your ass and squeezing maliciously.
You giggled “I’ll think about it.”
He smirked and kissed you lightly and opened a portal to his room.
When dinner was ready, you carefully set the table for the four of you and it didn't take long for them to go downstairs. Stephen kissed your cheek before sitting down. He had wet hair and was dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt. You loved seeing him dressed in normal, comfortable clothes. There was something about it that made your heart race.
You've delighted in Americas' stories of their new adventures in the Kamar Taj. She was happy because she had learned a new spell and even though Stephen didn't want to let it show, he was very proud of her. That much you could tell by the way he looked at the kid.
“She is a great learner, but impatient. It reminds me of another student we had at Kamar Taj years ago.” Wong said and Stephen rolled his eyes.
When you finished eating America came back to her room saying she needed to finish the TV show she was watching and Wong left saying it was late but you knew he was just giving the two of you privacy.
Stephen smirked “Finally alone.”
He got up going to the fridge and taking the ice cream you bought him. He opened it and took a bite out of the pot and you got a good look at him standing there on the counter. He took your breath away.
You got up picking up the dishes and taking them to the sink and approaching him. He took a bit of ice cream and gave it in your mouth and then kissed you. A deliciously sweet, icy kiss.
“I love you” You said staring at him and he smiled openly putting the ice cream pot on the counter and wrapping his arms around your waist. He turned you so that you were propped up on the counter and kissed you intensely.
He pulled you onto his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist. He sat you down on the counter, his hands moving down to your breast caressing through your blouse. You leaned your head back as he lowered his lips to your neck.
“Oh, really?!”
Stephen sighed angrily not bothering to really walk away from you.
“I thought you said you were going to stay in your room, kid.”
He said annoyed with the teenager.
America sighed angrily opening the fridge picking a soda. “I thought these things were done in the bedroom!”
She pointed to the open ice cream pot on the counter “Oh I love this ice cream!” She took the pot and left the kitchen.
“She took my ice cream”
You laughed at Stephen's angry face.
“I think we better go to the bedroom.”
You said and he nodded and a second later you were in his room.
“Where were we?” He asked pulling you back into his arms “Oh yes, the part where you were saying you love me.”
He kissed you “I love you too, sweetheart. You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”
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Magical Bitching
Summary: When a new magical threat arrives in NYC Dr.Strange and Wanda need some magical help but Loki and Agatha in one place can only mean one thing, chaos and the start of a beautiful friendship
A/N: You can't imagine how much fun I had while writing this :)
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To say that Strange was busy was an understatement. He was currently fighting and evil interdimensional being that somehow had managed to get to New York, interrupting his Sherlock Holmes marathon.
The thing could be described as a big glibbery blob that could fly through the air and spit fire, to say he imagined his afternoon a little bit different wasn't really a surprise. He wasn't alone thankfully, Wanda fighting alongside him. The young witch had recently moved into the Sanctum, training her powers under his and Wong's guidance. Even though they were both pretty strong the blob was becoming more and more of a challenge, splitting into mini blobs if you hit it with the same spell twice. It was very annoying. So he did something he swore he would only do if there was no other option. He called for Loki.
After their, let's call it a disagreement, they had sorted out some kind of truce, deciding the fabric of the universe was more important than their personal differences.
He and Wanda were just fighting a horde of mini blobs when they started turning purple, crumbling to the ground and fading into nothing. They turned around to see Agatha fling another dozen of the annoying blobs against a building, crushing them against the wall.
He looked at Wanda who was staring at the other witch in disbelief, shock the prominent emotion on her face, annoyance not far behind.
"Did you call her?"
The young witch asked, Sokovian accent present. Something he had noticed that happened when she was emotional or annoyed.
He was about to answer when they saw green sparks dancing around another small army of the annoying creatures, capturing them in a magic barrier and crushing until there was only interdimensional alien goo left.
"No I called him."
Strange answered with a sigh, pointing to a building to their far right where Loki just teleported, throwing a couple magical daggers at the slime monsters.
Wanda dropped her head into her hands, staring at him in disbelief.
"Great now we not only have to fight that stupid blob thing but also have to deal with grumpy and petty."
He lifted an eyebrow at the nicknames and shot her an amused look.
"Who is who? "
She just wanted to answer him when they saw another horde of blobs heading their way. Looking at each other they nodded, ready to attack.
Flying high in the air Wanda shot some energy blasts in their direction, giving Strange the opportunity to catch them and send them back into their dimension. She was about to round the corner when she saw something flying towards her, turning around she brought up a barrier to defend herself but the attack never came as Agatha landed not far from her, using another spell to open a portal the witch flung them in its general direction, the portal catching them and making them vanish. More blobs started to appear and Wanda realised that the situation was getting more and more out of control.
She was ready to attack the remaining creatures when she heard a roar, whipping her head around she stared at the new creature that just appeared on top of a nearby skyscraper. It kinda looked like a dragon with for two sets of wings and tentacles, spitting some kind of toxin and fading in and out of existence. Wanda groaned, their day wasn't bad enough already with the blob thing, a fancy dragon squid wasn't really some she needed today as well.
Agatha floated next to Wanda, bored expression on her face. It wasn't something she hadn't seen before. These kind of creatures were annoying, sure, but nothing she couldn't handle if she needed to.
Deciding that she did not need to get toxin stains on her new outfit today she turned to Wanda, already regretting what she was about to say.
"You and Strange handle our new guest, I'll handle these fuckers."
Shocked at her offer Wanda turned to her, raising an unbelieving eyebrow.
"You want to help us ?"
"Don't think too long about it or I might change my mind."
Groaning Wanda shot her one last glare before she flew away to help Strange.
Looking around Agatha decided that chasing after each of the annoying creatures was too much of a hassle. She looked around to find a good spot to catch as many of them without doing much work. Spotting a suitable tower in the distance she flew towards it, blasting a couple blobs out of her way as she arrived on the top.
The sight that greeted her was almost comical, there sat Loki, on a beach chair with sunglasses on his head sipping a colourful cocktail, every now and then flicking his hand to catch a blob that got too close to the tower, flinging it towards a portal he had opened not far away.
He lifted his shades as she approached him, snapping his fingers to let another chair appear, nodding his head towards it.
She laughed at the gesture, settling down in the surprisingly comfortable chair, conjuring up her own glasses to block out the sun.
"Never imagined to see you in New York again Trickster."
He only snorted at that, flinging another blob into the portal, a green 178 popping up over the interdimensional gateway.
"Never say never."
Agatha chuckled, flinging a couple creatures towards the portal as well, a purple 154 lighting up. She grinned, she wasn't that far behind.
"I don't understand why heroes always have to be so dramatic, its far more entertaining this way."
The god commented, refilling his drink and conjuring some pastries, grabbing some for himself before he passed the floating tray in her direction.
"Exactly, they are always so extra, always so much drama."
Agatha remarked, grabbing a strawberry cupcake, absently flinging a couple blobs into the portal.
"Strange look out!"
Wanda was panting, she had a cut across her cheek and her suit was burned in a couple places, the toxin and fire having gotten to her at one point.
Strange ducked a blast and ran towards her, shielding himself as he yelled something she couldn't understand over the noise of the battle.
The count over the portal just reached a tie when Agatha had finished her cupcake, tossing the wrapper aside she looked at the tray, deciding which one to try next.
"The lemon cake is divine, you should try it."
Loki supplied, taking a bite from his chocolate covered strawberry, adjusting his shades as they had slipped down his nose a bit.
She took a slice of the lemon cake and refilled the drink the god had offered her as the count had reached 1000, plopping some more ice cubes into the cocktail, it was a hot summer day after all.
Wanda jumped over some rubble, running for cover as she was chased down the ally by not less than 20 slimy creatures. Sometime in the last hour she had broken her wrist, the dull ache in her hand nothing compared to the burning feeling in her legs. She had ran more than ever in her life today. Yelling at Strange who was running besides her to keep going the slid behind some garbage cans.
Panting she looked at him. He was missing an eyebrow and his right sleeve, his boots melted to his trousers from a pretty hot fire ball from one of the creatures.
"The weather is quite nice today, don't you think? "
Agatha remarked, taking a sip of her cocktail, adding more ice as most of it had melted already. They had conjured a sun shade as it got hotter, the temperatures pushing 30⁰C
"A little bit to hot for my liking but it's definitely nice."
Loki answered, taking a bite out of his ice cream. He had change into a sleeveless tunic, pulling his hair into a messy bun, his boots having been replaced by flip flops. He flung his hand towards the portal, a green 735 popping up.
"Seems like im winning Ms. Harkness."
Agatha just laughed as she twisted her hand, sending some blobs into the portal, the purple 737 making her shoot the trickster god a triumphant smile.
"Don't get cocky dear."
Agatha had changed her outfit as well. Now spotting a purple flower dress, the fabric flowing around her knees, sandals instead of heeled boots. They had exchanged the pastries for ice cream at some point, Loki opting for mint and chocolate as Agatha chose blueberry and raspberry. They were just about to decide whether or not to order pizza when they heard a loud bang and smoke started to form a couple blocks in the distance.
Lifting his shades to have a better look on what's going on Loki shot a questioning look in her direction.
"You think they are alright? "
Waving him off Agatha took another bite from her ice cream, settling back in the chair.
"They'll be fine."
"Run"
That was the last thing Wanda heard before all hell broke lose, the building behind them catching fire and the toxin starting to react with it.
Strange grabbed her by the hand and they portaled out of the collapsing building.
Landing roughly on the concrete a couple streets over they groaned. Wanda by now having lost her right boot and part of her jacket. Strange didn't look much better, having lost a chunk of his hair to the fire and a broken ankle thanks to a fall from the third floor. It really wasn’t their day.
Loki and Agatha were just debating whether two servings of bread rolls were too much when an orange portal opened. They turned their heads away from the menu to look at the new arrival.
It was Wong, wearing beach shorts and a hawaii shirt, dragging his own beach chair through the portal.
"The Sanctum is safe, these idiots just don't know how to fight efficiently."
With these words he plopped down on his chair, accepting the menu Agatha offered him.
"Alright we can order two servings of bread rolls now but this won't work without a salad."
Loki commented, scrolling through the menu, debating whether he should order a caesar salad or the tuna one, both sounded delicious.
Having meanwhile conjured a fire pit and some blankets, as the sun was starting to set, they had dragged a table from the Sanctums dining room onto their rooftop. It was surprisingly easy to find a restaurant who delivered on top of a building if you offered to tip a little bit more.
"What do you think, red or white wine?"
Agatha asked as she held up two bottles. She had moved to the table already and had kicked her feet up on the table, watching the sunset as they waited for the food to arrive, distant bangs of fighting heard in the distance.
"I'll take the red wine."
Loki commented from where he was standing, arranging the fairy lights around the roof top. You needed a nice atmosphere to have a nice dinner party after all.
"I think the pizza arrived, I'll be right back."
With these words Wong opened a portal and stepped through it, leaving Agatha and Loki to their own devices. The god was painting his nails, nail polish floating in the air as he carefully applied the second coat of midnight black.
Meanwhile the witch had leaned back in her chair, wine glass in hand as she absently played with a ball of purple energy, illuminating the whole table in a purple glow.
"Today has been a great day, I really needed a day off."
She commented, taking a sip of her wine, taking her feet off the table as Wong appeared with their food, unpacking the pizza cartons and sorting through the food.
Wanda and Strange were done. They had finally managed to defeat the dragon squid thing, the blobs having disappeared a while ago. She had wrapped an arm around his shoulder as he had problems walking with his injured foot, her own wrist hurting like hell.
They were exhausted, smelling like dead dragon and smoke, covered in interdimensional goo and first degree burns.
"This has been a fucking nightmare. "
The sorcerer supreme commented. Wanda just nodding her head, too exhausted to say anything.
"I'd like to make a toast. "
Agatha groaned at Loki's statement, hitting her head on the table. They had had clearly to much alcohol, Loki bringing out some asgardian liquor, Wong bringing some alcohol from his home and she herself conjuring a bottle out of her ever-growing wine collection.
Loki was leaning against the table, having to hold onto it for support. Wong wasn't much better, feet kicked up on the table, glass in hand, refilling all of their glasses with what he call the best liquor you can get on earth.
She wanted to disagree but had to admit it was quite good. Getting up from her chair she raised her glass.
"And what are we making a toast on?"
Loki winked at her, raising his glass as he helped Wong up, the other man the most intoxicated of the trio.
"To this beautiful day and this beautiful friendship. "
"No no no, to magic and bitching about stupid people. "
Wong interrupted, talking about their animated discussion on who had to deal with the most shit.
The two men started arguing, on what they would speak their toast on. Groaning Agatha snapped her fingers, catching the attention of the two sorcerers, lifting her glass she spoke, a little bit more slurred than usual.
"To bitchcraft and the imbeciles we have to deal with on a daily basis. "
"To bitchcraft. "
They all echoed, raising their glasses.
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"
Wanda asked Strange as they stepped out of the portal onto the rooftop, watching the trio speak a toast.
He just shook his head and pulled her back into the portal.
"I think we both got hit in the head one too many times. "
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“Corruption Pt. 4” w.y.h
Genre: College!au, angst, fluff, smut
Pairing: professor!lucas x fem!reader. Ft. Chenle
Warnings: this thing keeps getting shittier so 😗✌️
Summary: Lucas never thought of falling for a student, but from the first day you walked into de classroom you had him wrapped around your finger.
corruption m.list.
You sat down on the couch, watching your professor as he walked around your coffee table.
“You both know this goes against the rules. You could get fired.” He pointed at Lucas, who was holding your hand, rubbing circles over the back of your hand to soothe you. “And you could get expelled.” Lucas could feel your hands tremble the slightest.
“We know.”
“And then why are you doing this?”
“I guess because of love.” You smiled at your boyfriend whose eyes were sparkling as bright as ever.
“God, I love you so much.” Kun fake gagged at the sight of the sweet couple in front of him.
“I won’t tell anyone, but you need to be careful.” He grabbed his coat. “I’ll see you on Monday, y/n. Care to walk me out, Yukhei?” He nodded, abandoning his place beside you to walk him out.
“Kun, about my parents...” He said as soon as he’d closed the door behind him.
“I won’t say anything, but don’t you think it’s a little unfair for her? She’s risking everything for you, Lucas!”
“I know, just give me some time to figure things out, okay? I’ll find a way to convince them.”
“You should leave her before things get more serious.”
“I know I can fix it, Kun. I’m not leaving her.”
“I really hope you can, but please, don’t hurt y/n. I can tell you mean the world to her by the way she looks at you.” Kun patted his friend’s shoulder before walking away.
Lucas composed himself and went back in. He found you curled up on the couch, soft snores coming out from your mouth. He pulled out his phone, taking a few pictures of you. You looked so pure, so fragile. He was almost afraid to break you when he carried you to the bedroom.
“I’m sorry, sweetie.” He hugged you tightly. “I love you, so much.” He kissed the top of your head.
(...)
You moved uncomfortably between your boyfriend’s arms as you slowly woke up.
“You’re crushing my ribs.” Lucas had been awake for a while now, observing every single movement you made in your sleep.
“Too bad, I’m not letting you go anytime soon.” You lifted your head, your eyes meeting with his own.
“Did you cry?” Your delicate fingers touched the reddened are around his eyes.
“Maybe I did in my sleep?” He lied. “I dreamt you left me for one of your classmates. What a nightmare.” He snuggled into your chest, his nose tickling your neck.
“Stop it!” You giggled while trying to push him away.
“Oh, I’ve got a surprise for you.” His hand reached for his phone, unlocking it and proudly showing a picture of you as his wallpaper. “You looked so cute in my shirt, I couldn’t resist.”
You didn’t say anything, instead, wrapping your limbs around his body while kissing his neck.
“I love you.” You whispered while giggling.
‘She’s risking everything for you, Lucas.’
“I love you too.” ‘And I promise to make things right’ he mentally added. “Would you like some pancakes for breakfast?”
“Sound great.” You hummed, pulling him closer to your body. The room was so quiet that for a moment, you could hear his calm heartbeat.
“Come on, you’ll be my assistant today.”
After a few burnt pancakes and giggles, you sat down on the table, enjoying the comfortable atmosphere around you. That was until Lucas received a call.
“Hold on, I have to take this one.”
“Okay.” You kept stuffing your cheeks with the fluffy pancakes while he locked himself inside the bedroom.
“Mom?”
“Yes, honey. Are you busy?” She cheerfully greeted.
“No, what’s up?”
“We’ve arranged a meeting for you to meet Yuqi. You’re gonna love her, she’s such a polite girl and-”
“I don’t want to do this, mom.” Mrs. Wong heart sank at her son’s saddened voice.
“I was just like you before I met your father, but not all arranged marriages are bad. Just give her a chance. Besides, if we keep postponing this, you’ll get older and it’ll be more difficult to find a suitable partner for you.”
“But what’s so wrong about being single?”
“Sweetie, just trust us, okay? We’ll be there next Friday. Love you.” And just like that, she hung up.
He came out of the room with a small frown replacing his usual smile.
“What’s going on?” You asked worriedly, abandoning your spot at the table to cup his cheeks. “Xuxi?”
“It’s nothing, baby.” He shrugged, forcing a smile to stop you from worrying. “Eat your pancakes, they’re gonna get cold.”
(...)
You sat down on a bench, using your break to read through a textbook, preparing yourself for your upcoming tests. The weather was nice, not too windy, not too sunny. ‘It’d be great to go out on a date with Lucas.’ You thought, immediately disposing the idea. It was Friday, the day you usually met with him. But he had cancelled your plans.
You stretched your legs on the large bench, immediately feeling your knees cracking from being on the same position for more than ten minutes.
“The school is so big, honey.” You faintly heard someone’s praising, not paying much attention to it until you heard a familiar voice.
“I suppose so.” You smiled to yourself, turning your head the slightest to catch a glimpse of him. 
He was walking beside an older woman, their arms intertwined. They looked alike, so you guessed it was his mom.
“What are we looking at?” The sudden presence of your best friend made you jolt.
“You’re so nosy.” You redirected your gaze to the book between your hands.
“Wanna do something tonight? I just received my pay from the coffee shop, I can treat you something fancy tonight.”
“Sounds nice. What time?”
“8:00, don’t be late, or else I’ll leave without you.” You hummed, your eyes going through the printed words.
After Chenle left, you looked up again, searching for Lucas. But he was already gone, probably giving his mom a tour around, you thought.
Chenle took you to a fancy restaurant, one that had recently opened near your campus. He was wearing a black button up shirt along with dressing pants.
“Looking good, Mr. Zhong.” You mocked when he picked you up.
The place was located at a rooftop, fairy lights decorating the dark night sky. There was some jazz music playing in the background, setting a calm mood.
“Good evening, may I offer you something to drink?” An elegant waitress offered.
“A bottle of your finest champagne please.” The lady nodded, walking away after giving you a brief smile.
“Your job must pay really well.”
“Nah, I’m just rich.” You playfully kicked him under the table. “Hey, isn’t that...” his eyes went wide. “No, never mind.”
“What?” He tried to stop you from turning around with all his might, but you ended up looking behind you.
Your face went pale as your eyes followed the couple in front of you. The female hugging his arm tightly.
“What is he doing here?” Lucas sat down in front of his companion, a beautiful woman with big eyes and curly hair.
“I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding.” But even Chenle knew it probably wasn’t.
You stayed silent, pulling out your phone to text him.
‘Where are you?’
Your gaze was fixated on his figure, watching him pull out his phone and clench his jaw as he saw your text.
‘I had to meet someone.’
‘Who?’
He didn’t reply, how could he? He hated the mere idea of lying to you. Your thumb moved automatically, pressing the small phone icon beside his contact name. He grabbed his phone once again, excusing himself to answer your call a few steps away from his table.
“What’s up, baby?”
“Who is she, Yukhei?” He lifted his head, looking around for you. A few seconds later, his eyes met your own.
“I can explain-” you hung up, not wanting to hear his lame excuses.
Your eyes started tearing up.
“Y/n, look at me.” Chenle reached out for your hand, his thumb caressing the back of it reassuringly. “Do you want us to leave?” You nodded. “You can leave first, I’ll wait for the waitress.”
Your feet found their way to the exit, not sparing Lucas a glance as you walked out. But he was quick to catch up with you.
“Sweetheart, this isn’t what it looks like.” His usually confident voice was now shaky as he spoke.
“What did I do wrong?” Your voice was so tiny, it broke his heart in a million pieces. “I gave you everything I could.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, just let me explain.” Luckily, your best friend arrived, pulling your arm gently so you were closer to him.
“Lucas, I believe your date is looking for you, and things would only get worse if she found out about your relationship with y/n.” Yukhei didn’t want to leave you, nevertheless, Chenle had a point.
He kneeled down in front of you, cupping your cheeks lovingly while memorizing the texture of your skin, in case it was the last time he touched it.
“I’ll explain it to you as soon as possible, okay?”
Chenle glared at him as he walked back in, leaving his broken girlfriend behind.
“Let’s get you some ice cream.”
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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s Daughter (The Aftermath)
Tony Stark x daughter!reader
warnings:
a/n: y/n is about 17 or 18; i cried while writing this. sorry this is really long!!! pls forgive me 🥺
prompt: takes place from a3 to smffh
The Early Years (1) The Teenage Years (2) The Intense Years (3) Continued (5)
let’s start on a happy note! ahahah
so for a while, earth was calm
you, pepper, and tony got to be a family for a while
wedding planning!
of course you got to try the ben&jerry’s ice cream named after your dad: Stark Raving Hazelnuts
“it’s not fair that you got ice cream named after you and i didn’t”
“well, when you grow up to be as awesome as me, maybe you’ll get your own ice cream flavor”
developing nanotech suits together for a Bonding Experience(tm)
speechless after the first test
“dad, this is...”
“the coolest thing to ever exist?”
“yes!!”
yall ready for some shit?
the day that ebony maw invaded was pretty—what’s the word? interesting? no. well, yes, but...HORRIBLE.
it all started when you got the call from your dad
“y/n, incoming call from ‘big fat meanie’”
“god, i really have to change that. okay, JOSHIE, answer it. hey, dad? what’s up?”
“hey, kid! you know that weird ass building on bleecker street? how fast can you get here?”
“JOSH can you track FRIDAY really quick? lets see how far dad is...uh, okay, be there in five, see ya”
taking your suit for a spin and realizing how GREAT it was to be able to basically fold up your suit and put it in your back pocket
knocking on the door and it opened on its own, it was kinda cool
“is this a museum? cool.”
bruce turning around to see you after about three years and giving you an awkward smile and a wave while you stood frozen around the wizard-guys
“y/n, god, you’ve grown up!”
charging into him for a long overdue hug
“you don’t know how much i missed you. it’s been chaotic without you”
“i can...i can only imagine”
a debriefing on the situation you were about to face, and bonus! having to play the catch-up game with bruce
“just call him, dad. we need as much help as we can. steve will understand”
rushing outside to face off with some ugly-ass aliens
“oh nooo, it’s roger smith from american dad”
bruce: 👀, stephen: 👀, wong: 👀, tony: 👏👏🥰 that’s my girl
simultaneous nanosuit unveiling
“you ready for this one, pops?”
“of course! ive waited years to kick some more alien ass”
montage of you and tony getting your asses beat together (as a family <3)
peter showing up
“give me one good reason why i shouldn’t send you back to that school bus”
“because i’m good company?”
“whatever, just listen to whatever dad has to say, i forfeit my responsibilities over you”
pew pew, repulsors, pew, tiny rockets! fun! action! destroying new york again and again. good times...
until JOSHUA gave you notice that your dad was flying high
“call him. now.”
“hey! how’s it going down there?”
“dad, you know how i feel about you and space”
“i know, i know. i just...i gotta take care of this. keep pepper safe for your old man, okay?”
“i lo—l—ve y—”
“y/n? y/n?! i love you! shit!”
“we lost connection with her, sir”
trying to call peter
“call failed, y/n. should i try again?”
“i’m gonna kill them...”
walking through the rubble to find bruce, the only sensible man you know
taking him to the avengers compound asap to get to rhodey and figure out what comes next
meanwhile, tony was dealing with space and another teenager
and worrying a lot about leaving you on earth
“i mean, mr. stark, y/n’s one of the most capable people i know. she’s probably trying to fix this whole mess as we speak”
“i didn’t get to tell her i love her”
“oh...”
having a lovely meeting with thaddeus ross with rhodey, having a lovely time watching them passive-aggresively argue until your former teammates arrived
having to patiently (and professionally) wait for ross to hang up before running into them for a hug
“holy shit, you guys have no idea how bad i’ve wanted to see you. it sucks not being all together anymore”
“i know, y/n. we’ve all missed you.” -cap
“a lot” -nat added
bruce’s little entrance that was sure to bring some awkwardness
you, secretly freaking out about your dad
sam was the one that found you crying after you “stepped out” for a few minutes too long
“oh, y/n,” he was contemplating grabbing someone else to step in, but decided to sit next to you in the hallway, “i’m sorry, kiddo. i can’t promise you anything, but your dad is a fighter. a big pain in the ass. i think your odds are good”
laughing through your tears
“yeah, you’re right. thanks, sammy”
he gave you a little hug while you calmed down
getting to business, the ass-kicking kind
as the wise natasha romanoff once said to your father, you were being “uncharacteristically non-hyper verbal”
your mind did this funny thing...wandered into places it really should not go
the talk about sacrificing vision led to wakanda, where you had a swell time patrolling
“guys! we’ve got incoming. a lot of incoming”
well-deserved uncle/niece team up. who wouldve thought?
you would have nightmares about these aliens for years to come
“you get to die, and you get to die! everybody gets to die!”
“y/n, what did we talk about?” -rhodey
“using humor as a defense mechanism makes the team uncomfortable...”
covering the girls 😌 because we gotta have those all-girl teamups, uh-huh?
some more blasting
thor made his comeback and you just could not miss it
“hi, thor!”
you landed next to him and your helmet receded
“well, hello, miss y/n! good to see you again! my, you got taller...oh! meet my friends: rabbit and tree”
having a “what the actual fuck” moment upon seeing thanos for the first time
and flying at him from behind with a massive nanotech blade ready to kill this purple bastard
but he grabbed your arm and flung you into the dirt, that was gonna leave a mark
“i just had to make a suit when i was ten...no one stopped me, huh? i couldn’t be elon’s kid, he was a nice guy”
watching thanos snap his fingers and looking around to see dust floating through the air and thanos retreat
“rhodey? uncle rhodey?!”
“i’m right here, kid, don’t worry”
he grabbed your hand while you were dusting
“tell my dad i love him, promise?”
fading away and leaving rhodey with your last words
he was mad before anything else
all he could think about was a promise your dad made him take years back
“rhodey, you keep my daughter safe no matter what, promise?”
the avengers recooperating at the compound, waiting to figure out whether any of the space-crew survived
they had to let pepper know that you didn’t make it, she was a mess upon hearing that news
tony finally making his way back to earth
and stumbling out of that ship
“where’s y/n? where is she?!”
“tony, tony, calm down”
“dont tell me to calm down! where is my daughter?!”
“she made me promise to tell you thay she loves you”
tony knew the answer by now, he lost his mind over your death
it didn’t feel right not having you by his side, for the past 18 years you’ve been with him
after a long period of recovery, tony and pepper moved on, got married, built a home, had a new daughter...
tony made sure there was a spare room for you
he put all the things you left behind in it
there were so many photos of you in the house
and he’d show your sister, morgan, all of them. he wanted morgan to know her sister
“that’s y/n when she built her first robot. it snuck up on me a few times. it went ‘boo!’”
morgan loved the stories about you, but she didn’t understand why she couldn’t see you
“when do i get to meet her?”
“uh...maybe someday, sweetie”
after being unbothered for almost 5 years, the remaining avengers came back with a plan that was so tempting, he just wanted his little girl back
cracking under pressure and telling pepper that he couldn’t ignore this mission because it was his chance to get you back
“get her back, tony”
“you think so?”
“i miss her, too.”
and so it began, he made it his mission to get you back
peeking at the wallet picture of you on his shoulders when you were so little
tony travelling to 2012; loki’s invasion
and there you were, the sassy genius 12 year old that he missed so much
“we’ve got this, tony, we’ll bring her home” -scott
and then things went badly and also 2012 tony went into cardiac arrest and 2012 y/n dove onto the floor to tend to him
“dad? give us some room, would you?!”
2023 tony smiling at how much he missed you worrying about him and how reckless he was
but also...the mission kinda went bad so that sucked
push it a bit farther back and now tony was with grandpa stark! asking how to be a dad and all that!
he could barely stand still waiting for you to come back to him, god he missed you more than he thought
and after a bit of hard work, it was time to snap
just like that, you were back in wakanda, puzzled by the gap in time before one of dr. strange’s portals opened in front of you
and then you were in the ruins of the avengers compound
“JOSHUA, can you locate my dad?”
“i think you’ll be able to see him”
“wow, i cant believe i programmed your cocky artificial ass”
“i think you can”
seeing your dad flying high and patching into the comms
“miss me, old man?”
and then he hit the gas to get to you and when this man hugged you, you almost couldn’t let go
“i’m so sorry, y/n. god, i’m sorry. these last five years...i was so lost without you”
“it’s okay, dad, i’m here now”
getting shot at during your reunion
“son of a bitch...we’re having a family moment here, asshole!”
yes, im gonna say it again. of course i am! and.........father/daugher team-up
the last one
“peter, is that you? you asshole! i cant believe you went to space without me!”
“missed you too!”
rhodey!! cant forget about uncle rhodey!!
“you gave my dad the message, right?”
“it was your dying wish, of course i did!”
“great. don’t forget i love you, too, rhodey!”
“couldn’t let me forget it”
lest we forget that pepper joined the fight?
plot twist: (step)mother/daughter team-up
mother/father/daugher team up!!!! ultimate stark machine!!!!!!!
and then you left him alone for 5 minutes and he’s got the infinity stones and you know it’s the last time you’re going to see him and you cant decide what your next move is and you’re just frozen and you cant catch your breath and he snaps and your heart plummets
you have to rush to his side, the last time you can sit beside his tired body and let him know that its going to be okay
“hey dad, it’s okay, we’re gonna be fine. thank you for everything”
peter grabbing your hand as you both sobbed next to your dad, feeling robbed of your time with him
pepper brought you home where she told you all about the five years you missed
both of you just cried harder than you’ve ever cried before
“so i have a sister?”
morgan was so happy to meet you, she couldn’t contain herself, practically latched onto you
and she didn’t fully understand what happened to tony
you saw your new room for the first time and didn’t leave it for a while, occasionally pepper or morgan would pop in
morgan actually crawled into bed with you a few times
the funeral was one of the worst days of your life
the remnants of your young life pulled back together for one day
then you hid back in your room before you heard a knock
“who is it?”
“it’s happy”
“come in”
“hey, kiddo. me and morgan are gonna get some cheeseburgers, you wanna come?”
she really was a stark
after a long hibernation, you started to get back into the groove of your old life
but the press was brutal and harsh, you were bombarded with questions regarding your dad
it took everything not to explode on camera
you stayed in contact with the rest of the avengers, mourning your dead, keeping the support system, staying a family
it was all you could get...for now
#tony stark x daughter!reader#tony stark imagine#tony stark x reader#tony stark#iron man x daughter!reader#iron man imagine#iron man x reader#iron man#marvel x reader#marvel imagine#marvel#avengers x reader#avengers imagine#avengers
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♥️ Red Heart, White Box ⬜️ lll
A collab between myself and @questionablewritings xx
Mafia AU, boss Tony, pet/plaything +18 Peter, bodyguard Steve, bodyguard Bucky, underground doctor Stephen, gun violence, shootings, GSW, body modification, non con organ donation, threats and use of violence, 2k
Or Peter starts his recovery and Bucky tells Steve what he has seen in the supply closet.
part one - part two - part four
Part lll - The Red That You See
Peter ate way more than he wanted to. The ice cream that he usually could eat a whole pint of in one sitting, was now making him more nauseous than ever, even after just a few spoonfuls. Besides, he could barely focus on swallowing the ice cream when he was overwhelmed with the feeling of his body not feeling like his anymore. The extreme fatigue and exhaustion was new and strange to him. He had not felt this weak in over 6 years.
But, Peter ate, for Tony’s sake. He could see that his much older boyfriend looked heartbroken. His eyes were sunken, and lacked that edge and fire that made him the best in his field. Usually, Tony also held his head high, like a proud lion would. Now, he looked like a kicked puppy, which was mostly Peter’s look. Tony had had a similar look when Peter had threatened with leaving him a few years ago.
“Why don’t you have some?” Peter suggested kindly, to try and cheer Tony up, but also to spare his stomach. He hardly dared to imagine the pain vomiting would cause him, so perhaps now was the time to refuse more food from Tony. The boy gently pushed the pint of ice cream closer to Tony’s torso while he held it in his hand. In the other, the boss held a plastic spoon with some brownie ice cream on it still where Peter had not lapped up all of it.
“Baby, you need energy. Even if that is just sugar.” Tony chuckled, but there was a teary and sad hint to it. Like he was begging Peter to get better, and fast, and he scooped up some more ice cream onto the spoon before offering Peter. Steve, who had been observing for a while from across the ward, decided to step in.
“Boss, I think you’ve fed him well already.” Steve said, hoping that his boss would take praise easier than criticism. “Why don’t we let Peter rest? I can bring you back to the mansion so you can shower, sir.”
But, still Tony took offence to Steve’s motherly-ness.
“Is there something you want to say, Rogers?” Tony snapped and turned on his chair next to Peter’s bed to face his bodyguard. More than used to this, Steve kept his head up and blinked calmly at his boss. Sensing the tension in the room and like the sweetheart he is, Peter tried to stop the two men before guns where pulled out. That had happened before, and Peter would rather not have to deal with that now.
“Daddy…” Peter pleaded, but it still took a few seconds and for the boy to actually reach out take his boyfriend’s hand. Only then, did Tony shift his focus back to Peter and away from Steve.
“I’m sorry, baby, shit- I’m sorry.” Tony apologised right away, looking pained with his brows furrowed. But, if it was genuine, that was debatable. “This is all about you. Rogers should just fuck off and leave us alone, yeah?” The boss said kindly to Peter, but the stab in his tone towards the bodyguard was not subtle in the slightest.
Deciding not to pick a fight, Steve stood up and straightened his work suit while clearing his throat. He was used to being told to ‘fuck off’, so he was not fazed. Instead, he was worried about leaving Peter alone with Tony. The older man was clearly unstable, and Steve had his doubts about whether Tony was sympathising or empathising with Peter. Either way, Steve and Bucky work for Tony, so they must obey him, even if he is unreasonable at times. At least Peter was here to keep Tony in a good mood, so he better recover quickly for all their sakes.
To still keep an eye on Peter and Tony, Steve went to stand outside of the makeshift ward. In the quiet hallway, Steve’s mind began wandering to when Peter had first joined their little family. On one long and hot summer night, Tony had found him wandering the streets aimlessly. The boss had told that Peter had clearly run away from home, since his duffel bag had a sports team’s logo that belonged to a town hours away. Tony had followed Peter with his car for a while until the boy confronted him. He refused Tony twice when the older man asked him to hop in, but he gave in on the third try. According to Tony, Peter had hopped in because Tony had laid out a gun for him for Peter to hold Tony at gunpoint with while they drove. That way, the boy would feel safer. And it seemed to work, if you believed Tony, since here Peter was, by his side, 6 years later.
Peter, on the other hand, recalled the events differently and had told Steve that Tony had found him at a gas station and had gotten into his Audi when Tony offered a ride. There was no mention of a gun. But, back then, Peter was still new to the whole mafia lifestyle. It took him a while to get used to Tony, Steve and Bucky being armed constantly. But, that did not stop Peter from being shot, which made Steve re-think the Glock under his suit jacket. But, when the blonde heard a sudden noise, his reflexes got the better of him and his hand reached for the gun before he could process that it was just Bucky exiting a room. Was that a supply closet he came from?
“Buck, the fuck are you-“ Steve started, but then Bucky crossed the hall to shush him.
“Keep your voice down!” The dark-haired bodyguard whispered harshly, looking up and down the tunnel hallway. Steve kept his mouth shut, but his confusion remained.
“What’s-“
“Some shady shit, that’s what. We have to get out of here. And don’t give me that shit about Peter needing to stay here, because then we’ll all be some cold fucking corpses!”
“Bucky, Jesus- what are you talking about?” Steve asked, trying to keep his voice down, but the realisation that there might be something serious, and urgent, going on was making his instincts kick into high gear.
“I found organs! Human organs, Steve! In boxes, ready to be sold. Strange is not who he says he is.” Bucky revealed. Actually saying those words made the bile climb back up his throat. “I think- I think he stole something from Peter.”
Bucky does not need to specify what. Steve has already figured it out. Based on the additional surgical wound on Peter’s side, Steve guessed that the doctor had taken a kidney. Humans can manage with one kidney, but still, this is more offensive than words can describe. Jesus, they have to tell Tony. But, before that they need proof.
“Did you see that it was Peter’s?” Steve asked.
“God, I-“ Bucky stuttered out and rubbed the side of his face. “I looked at all six boxes, but there were multiple kidneys, and- and other shit. Man, I think I saw a heart!”
“Buck, for fuck’s sake pull yourself together. You’ve seen way worse.”
“You didn’t fucking see it…” Bucky muttered back, but quickly shut his mouth when he heard footsteps coming down from the hall. Steve had obviously heard too, and he fell into old habits and took a parade rest position, as did Bucky. The footsteps belonged to Mordo who came down from the main clinic and did not spare either of the bodyguards a look before entering the supply closet.
Wordlessly, Steve and Bucky stepped into action and moved to either side of the door to the supply closet. Like two lone wolves teaming up for a hunt, the two bodyguards continued to communicate wordlessly and pulled their Glocks out and cocked them quietly. With bated breath, they waited for Mordo to exit again, and once he did, Steve expertly twisted his left arm behind his back while Bucky pointed his gun at his forehead. The anaesthesiologist yelped in frightened surprise, but quickly shut his mouth when Bucky lifted a finger to his lips. In his right hand, Mordo held a white box with a red handle.
“Who’s is that?” Bucky asked, gesturing down to the organ transport box with his eyes. Mordo grinned wickedly, then groaned out in pain when Steve twisted his arm harder behind his back.
“I’m not talking.” Mordo said, which earned him a swat across his cheek from Bucky’s gun. “Jesus! What’s that for?”
“Where’s Strange?”
It turned out that Stephen was actually out, and so Steve and Bucky got themselves comfortable in some chairs in the main clinic. While they waited for the doctor to return, like Mordo had promised, the bodyguards twiddled with their guns. After tying up Mordo on the floor and gagging him, Wong had shown up as well and the mafia guards had no trouble catching him too and giving him the same treatment as his coworker. Now, they were sat next to each other, hands tied behind their backs and gags in their mouths. As if they were going to talk either way. Bucky had to give them something, they were at least loyal to their boss. But, so was he and Steve to their own boss.
After tying up the surgical nurse and anaesthesiologist, Steve and Bucky had the situation under control. They just hoped Tony wouldn’t walk out anytime soon to see all this. Due to the boss’ current unstable mindset, the bodyguards decided to keep him out of this. At least until they had proof. But, God, the more they thought of it, the more certain they were that Stephen and his employees had stolen Peter’s kidney to sell it.
All four in the main clinic perked up a bit at the sound of a heavy metal door opening and closing with a thud. While footsteps echoed from the staircase leading up to the surface, Bucky and Steve exchanged a quick look and Steve got up with his gun still cocked. Hiding behind by the wall to the entrance, Steve waited for Stephen to enter. The doctor barely got to mutter out a confused ‘what the hell’ before he shut his mouth at the feeling of a cold gun barrel being pressed to the back of his neck. Mordo and Wong looked defeated, but not surprised at seeing Steve holding their coworker at gunpoint too.
“You got some explaining to do.” Steve started from behind the doctor.
“I think you do, actually. Why do you have my coworkers tied up?”
“What’s in the box?” Steve barked and used the gun to push Stephen’s attention to the white box with the red handle on the floor.
“Why don’t you ask your boss about that?” Stephen chuckled out, standing up straight again. He even dared to turn around to face Steve, as if there was no gun being pointed at him. Bucky was almost impressed at the doctor’s confidence.
“I’m asking the questions, asshole! What’s in the box? And all the other boxes in the fridges?” Steve continued interrogating.
“You must be awfully confused, Rogers.” Stephen purred, but did take a step back when the blonde guard pushed the gun in between his eyes.
“You better wipe off that shit eating grin right now and start answering my questions, or I’ll paint these hideous walls with the insides of your head.” Steve threatened, and based on experience, Bucky knew that he was not kidding.
“I’m telling you, Rogers. You should ask Stark about this.” Stephen continued to speak calmly, but with a bit more edge now. In his fury, Steve did not seem to catch not the hint, and growled at the doctor before punching him square in the face. But, Bucky had realised, and looked up at his partner.
“Steve…”
While the doctor groaned and bled on the floor, Steve turned to Bucky. At first, Steve shook his head, refusing to believe what the doctor was hinting at and how Bucky seemed to be believing him. This could not be true, there was no way. Did Tony…
“No.”
“Steve…!”
“Keep ‘em in check!” Steve barked and gestured to the three hostages before running down to the ward. But, his heart didn’t pound at the adrenaline of this whole hostage thing, nor the running, but rather at the awful idea of Tony being behind all this. There was no way. No way.
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#RHWB#my fics#my prompts#mafia!tony#starker#tony stark x peter parker#peter parker#tony stark#stephen strange#james bucky barnes#steve rogers
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Keep Yourself Alive pt. 16
word count: 2404ish
NCT Frat Social Media AU // College Athlete & Fratboy Lucas x reader
warnings: none really, lucas is drunk, y/n is whiney
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You were grumbling and cold. For some reason you had decided to wear just a sweater to meet Hyunjin at Chan’s apartment. The sun was shining when you walked over and you stupidly thought it would be shining when you left. Spoiler alert it was not and the temperature had significantly dropped so now you were freezing as midnight neared on your walk across campus. As much as you loved the moon and the stars you hated being cold, which was a partially because you were constantly attached to your heating pad and anything that could keep your muscles relaxed. Of course you could’ve taken Chan’s jacket when he offered but that was accepting defeat and you weren’t ready to do that. So armed with your still warm leftovers, you trudged across the arctic tundra clutching you oversized sweater closer, angrily muttering under your breath.
The first time your phone rang, you were too busy being overdramatic about the cold to notice. It wasn’t until the second call that you picked up, not entirely sure why Mark was trying so hard to contact you when you were positive he was already drunk with his boyfriend. And boyfriend meant he didn’t have to stumble to your dorms after the party was over, he could just stay with his boyfriend.
Alright so it was the second time tonight that you were regretting bad decisions and having friends. First you get the swim boys to move the pasta party to Chan’s apartment and forget a coat, then Mark and his dumb boyfriend drag you into looking for a “very drunk” missing Lucas. Apparently he had disappeared out of the party after downing a little too much beer and whining something incomprehensible that included your name. Enough guilt tripping and the demon Haechan had you searching in the cold on campus, STILL without your jacket. It didn’t matter how heavy your sweater, the wind was cutting right down to your bones. The two lovebirds claimed to also be looking for the oversized basketball player but you had a sinking suspicion that they weren’t and this was some setup.
If only you had gone home earlier, instead of passing out in the middle of a movie with Hyunjin and Chan. You would already be fast asleep and unable to respond to what Haechan started calling “markhyuck.”
Wrapped up in the excess fabric of your sweater you ventured toward the only place on campus you thought Lucas Wong might go: the practice courts. If there was one thing you learned about him in the last month, it was that he truly loved basketball. These courts were his comfort place, in fact he had told you that himself, and if something was weighing on his mind you had a hunch that’s where he would be. At least that’s how you used to be with the pool.
Sure enough the closer you got, you noticed warm light flooding out onto the cold bare sidewalk through a crack in the side door. Upon further inspection there seemed to be a concrete brick propping the door open like someone had been coming and going. Considering all the other basketball players were no doubt back at the NCT party, that left one sports dude left to be the intruder.
Quietly you snuck through the door making sure the brick remained in place. There you found yourself in the back equipment room, though it was narrow and skinny like a hallway, a very unorganized hallway. This is when you were positive it was Lucas in the building; you could hear him mimicking the cheers of a crowd loudly followed by the heavy hits of a basketball on polished wood floor. At least you knew Haechan wasn’t lying about Lucas sneaking away. Though you were skeptical of why you were here and not someone who knew the star better, wouldn’t Jaehyun or some other member of the basketball team be better suited to this task. You were just a one night stand who also happened to be his school tutor.
There hopefully NCT would dispatch someone to pick up their lost brother so you didn’t have to walk him across campus to a bustling NCT house as midnight neared or deal with his drunk ass. Despite common belief, ‘aka’ your friends, you really weren’t good at taking care of drunk people you just kinda tossed a water bottle their way and let them sleep it off. You weren’t really a caregiver, another reason why you shouldn’t be the one looking for Lucas.
When you finally saw the giant goof in question, an uncontrollable smile split across your face and for the first few seconds you didn’t even realize you were grinning from ear to ear. This tended to happen whenever you were around him, hence the reason you replaced it with a neutral expression the moment you felt your cheeks tire. There was just something about him that was unbelievably contagious, a happiness.
As for the boy in question, he was at the halfway line on the court making a surprising amount of shots for someone who was clearly drunk. Every shot he made was accompanied by fake cheers and every involved another drink from a clear water bottle that you didn’t have to smell to know it wasn’t water.
“Hey you big dork, isn’t it a little late to practicing?” You yelled from across the courts, your arms cross and your hip popped out. The attitude was practically rolling off you as a smirk played across your face.
The minute his giant brown puppy eyes landed they widened, filled with a childish sort of joy as he practically screamed, “Y/N!” Before you could respond he propelled himself across the two courts separating you and forced you into a hug, the basketball long forgotten behind him. “You came!” You stood there shocked and unmoving for what seemed like forever. The last thing you were expecting was a hug from him, you hadn’t really touched him since Halloween, not even an accidental brush. You weren’t purposefully avoiding him but it just seemed easy to keep your hands off after sleeping with him on Halloween. Didn’t want to give him the wrong impression, or at least that’s why you told yourself. “Wait why did you come?”
Pushing him away, though it took more effort than you expected, you made a disgusted expression and cried out, “Ew Lucas you’re all sweaty--” The minute contact broke between the two of you it was like all feeling returned to your body and you immediately when to brush off some invisible specks of dust, though really it was just an excuse to get your nervous energy out-- “and you’re drunk.”
The big basketball player retreated like a kicked puppy when you pushed him off, his eyes filled with a sadness that was had unintended consequences for you. It was like something was eating at your insides, something that felt suspiciously like guilt. In fact you felt so horrible that you very nearly pulled him into another hug just to get that look out of his eyes, especially when he let out a little whine, “Y/n do you like me?”
The color drained from your face, what kind of question is that? Oh course you liked him, you won’t have started tutoring again if you didn’t like him. But something told you that wasn’t the kind of “like” he was asking about; you weren’t ready to give him that answer and you couldn’t bear to cause any more of that sadness.
Where was the NCT member to pick up this oversized teddy bear?
Plopping down to the ground next to you, he got very quiet and murmured, “I knew it. I’m sorry for bothering you.” It was pitiful watching him hunch into ground, his limbs all splayed out as he fiddled with the cuffs on his long sleeved shirt.
It sent a pang directly through your heart. Is that what he thought? Why did he think you didn’t like him? Sinking down next to him, you hesitantly reached out to pat him on the shoulder, wincing at how awkward you were. “You’re not bothering me.” Your movements were uncomfortable and gawky. See you weren’t really a touch feeling person. In fact the only time you ever gave in was when one of your friends would drunken stumble to your room in the middle of the night. It was nearly impossible to pry them away in the middle of their sleep. “I like you being around you.”
Staring down at the floor he very quietly responded, “They why do you keep running away from me?”
“Running away from you?” you answered incredulously. Lately you were spending more time with him then your longtime friends, even if you had to leave early from a migraine or some other complication. Running away from him was the last thing you were doing.
But that didn’t seem to make him any less sad, in fact now he was looking at you with those big brown eyes, pausing to stare at where your hand rested on his shoulder, “Every time I’m around you it’s like you can’t wait to get away. I bet you even want to leave now.”
Letting out a slightly uncomfortable laugh you attempted to ease the situation with a bit of humor of your own, “Didn’t peg you as clingy, player.” That was definitely not the right thing to say because it DID NOT lighten the mood and now you felt even more awkward. The look in his eyes made you feel like a villain for hurting him.
“Even at the ice cream shop you were eager to leave, I thought we were having fun.” You went to protest, of course you were having fun that’s why you invited him, but he grew so quiet that you almost didn’t think he was breathing for a moment. A quiet Lucas was never a good sign, he was quite possibly one of the loudest people you had ever met, surprisingly that was one of the things you liked about him: he’s over the top personality. “And Halloween, I know I’m not supposed to talk about it but I can’t stop thinking about it. I thought you were going to stay until morning, I thought I would get to spend the night with you…”
Ah so that’s what this was about. You didn’t realize he took it so hard. Sure wrapped up in his arms you may have promised to stay until morning but then you could feel the pain starting to settle in and you had to get home. It was nice to have a break, filled with enough pain relievers to make the night bearable, but this was your life and a few moments off didn’t stop the pain from coming back. It was dumb to think you could stay until morning, you didn’t get to feel normal like that no matter how much you wanted.
When you looked back up from the ground he was searching your face for some kinds of answer but you couldn’t give him what he needed, as big as those puppy dog eyes got. “Were you uncomfortable? Did I take advantage of you?” You could see water starting to pool in his eyes and you were absolutely positive if you couldn’t handle his sad eyes then you could NOT handle him crying. “I’m so sorry y/n. I’m so so sorry.”
This poor, poor big baby: how long had he been holding this is? Not sure what prompted it, you reached out to hold his face gently in one hand and let out another little laugh at his thought, “Don’t be sorry. You didn’t take advantage of me, I wanted to be there with you. Please don’t apologize when you didn’t do anything wrong. Thank you for spending the night with me.” If anything you should apology for leaving him there to think he was a horrible person. Maybe you should’ve just taken the stairs.
“Why did you leave then?” He relaxed into your touch, his head nuzzling down into your palm. This little action sent a warmth cascading through your hand into your chest, so surprisingly that you’re lucky he was too drunk to notice the change in you. “What did I do?”
“Nothing Lucas, you did nothing. I had to leave,” you’re not sure why but suddenly tears were starting to well up in your eyes too. Maybe you needed just as much alcohol to get down to the bottom of this sadness that had sprung up inside. Had you really had this much of a profound impact on him? “I had to, it didn’t have anything to do with you.” Did you tell him that you felt it too? That when you spend the night talking you were feeling just as drawn to him. “Please don’t overthink it.” No. It wouldn’t do either of you good to admit you wanted to stay.
“So do you like me?” He asked again but this time he was clearly asking the question you didn’t want to answer.
“I think it’s time for you to go to bed buddy.” You diverted, hooking elbows with him to get the reluctant giant off the floor of the gym. Time to go to sleep, these weren’t questions you were going to answer. Friends don’t ask friends that kind of question.
You grimaced, looking up from your phone to the drunk boy next to you. His arm was interlaced with yours and a significant portion of his weight was supported by you despite the fact that he towered over you. You were getting really good at guiding oversized drunk boys. There was no way you could get him back to the NCT house and his bed alone, and it seemed that none of your friends were answering their phones. That left you one option, other than leaving him here to sleep in the practice courts alone, which you think about, your dorm.
There was no doubt that desk attendant was judging you with how many drunk men you were bringing up to your rooms. Hopefully she wouldn’t call Lucas an Oppa though, it was hard enough to hear it about Johnny you didn’t need it about the cute boy you were tutoring too.
Keep Yourself Alive
pt. 15b // pt. 16⚛ // pt. 17
summary: College is hard enough, right? Coursework, two jobs, a social life, and the state of your mental health. As if that was enough now the school’s no.1 athlete won’t leave you alone after a one night stand. And maybe you like him back but you have a tendency to run when life gets too difficult especially now that undiagnosed chronic pain just seems to be getting worse with each passing month.
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deleted scene: welding
I wrote this scene fairly early-ish, when I was about three or four chapters in. It was basically just a free-writing thing to explore the characters more, and ultimately wasn’t usable. It takes place sometime after Holden’s dumb undercover sting. Bill takes Holden out for ice cream to bury the hatchet.
I wanted to explore Holden’s issues with school, but I hadn’t exactly figured out what his fatalist attitude was all about yet. (It’s been a struggle to reconcile the canonical Holden, who I’m sure got straight As [he wasn’t a teacher’s pet because the teachers found him too annoying], to this struggling foster kid who “doesn’t care” about school.) After I wrote this, I got a bit closer to figuring out why Holden was doing so poorly in school.
This was also initially slotted into my outline as “Some light fluffy thing to show Bill and Holden understanding each other.” While they did come to understand each other more after Holden’s dumb undercover stunt, there really wasn’t any good time in the fic for Bill to do something as frivolous as take Holden for ice cream, lol. And it became clear that they needed a REAL family talk. So the spirit of “Bill takes Holden for ice cream” ended up being used in the dinner with Debbie chapter.
Anyway, this little chapter is basically all them talking about Holden’s plans to drop out of high school.
(Going into tenth grade, Holden has to do an art and a language. Or, he can pick whether to stay in academics or go vocational. If he goes vocation he doesn’t have to do an art or language. He’ll effectively drop out. He wouldn’t get a high school diploma, but he’ll have an apprenticeship.
And he’s behind in all his classes. He talks to Bill about it because he doesn’t talk to the counsellors about it. They think he’s dumb, who cares. He doesn’t talk to Miss Wong about it. He’s behind in math and if he wants to stay on course he has to do summer school. So he’s thinking about welding. He’s been doing it in shop class and he’s good at it.)
“Mr. Moretti says I’m good at it because I’m focused and I take it seriously. And he says there’s good money in welding. I could work in Norfolk, do welding for the Navy.”
“Why not just join the Navy?” asked Bill.
“I don’t want to join the Navy,” Holden huffed. “I want to be a welder.”
“I’m just saying, you could be a welder in the Navy.”
Holden folded his napkin neatly and placed it on his lap. “I don’t think I would do very well cooped up on a ship. I would probably get myself killed because I’d annoy everyone.”
Bill frowned. “Well, I’d never dissuade anyone from honest work, and welding’s as honest as anything else. But I don’t think that’s a reason to drop out of high school.”
“But what’s the point?” Holden looked up at him, eyes big, mouth turned down. “My grades aren’t good enough to get me a scholarship. They might not even be good enough to get me into college. And even if they were, I’d probably just fail because I couldn’t handle it.”
Bill scowled. “What are you talking about?”
Holden picked up his spoon and pushed ice cream around the bowl. “I can’t open my mouth in class without someone making fun of me, or getting pissed off. I can’t even pass my stupid driving test.” His shoulders hunched up, and his voice shook a little. “Mr. Moretti thinks I could get a good job as a welder. No one’s ever said something like that about me before.”
Bill scoffed. “I think you could do just fine at college. And hell, Nancy thinks you hung the damn moon.”
“No offence Bill, but you and Nancy don’t know me very well.” Holden kept pushing his spoon around.
Bill leaned back and crossed his arms. “Fine, Holden. Like I said, honest work is honest work. I think welding is a great choice, if it’s really what you want to do. But tell me this. How long do you think you can do it for?”
Holden looked up at him, brow furrowed. “What does that mean?”
“I mean it’s hard work, physically. You don’t think your back or knees will start to go? How long do you think you can weld for? Until your thirties? Your forties?” Bill lit a cigarette. “What I’m asking is, have you ever met an old welder?”
Holden looked thoughtful. “I guess… if I took care of myself, I think I could do it until my forties.”
“Okay. So you’re forty. And your back and knees are shit, and you can’t work anymore. And who knows what the world looks like by then. There might not even be a United States for all we know.”
“Maybe I’ll be dead by then,” Holden mumbled.
Jesus Christ, thought Bill. You are not scaring me off that easily, kid. “You might be,” he said. “But let’s plan for a world where you’re not. You’re alive, and forty, and you can’t work, and the Soviet Union has taken over. And they say, from each according to their abilities, and what exactly are your abilities?”
Holden’s brow furrowed, and he looked away, and his lips moved, like he’d just heard some life-changing prophecy. From each according to his abilities, he seemed to say to himself.
“Well?” prodded Bill.
Holden’s attention snapped back. “I don’t know, Bill. I don’t know what my abilities ar— would be in this hypothetical Soviet takeover you’re imagining.” He pouted and stared down at his plate. “I guess I could teach welding.”
“Oh yeah? Where?”
Holden still wouldn’t look at him. “A community college,” he said quietly. “Or a high school.”
“Well, you’d need a teaching certificate for that,” said Bill.
“So?”
“So that means college.”
Holden shook his head. “Then I’d go to college then. I’ll have saved up some money.”
“You need a high school diploma for that.”
“Then I’ll get my GED.”
“When you’re forty.”
Holden scowled. “What’s wrong with that?”
Bill shrugged. “It’s harder to learn when you’re older. That’s why kids go to school, and not adults.”
“And it’s why so many adults are such assholes,” Holden muttered under his breath, staring at his plate.
Bill snorted.
“If I get good enough at welding, I could get a master qualification and have apprentices,” said Holden. “Then I could keep teaching them.”
“Sure, apprentices.” Bill ashed his cigarette. “That means you’d be running your own business, and you’d need clerical and administrative skills for that.”
“I thought we were Communists in this scenario.”
Bill snorted again. “It’s just not one scenario. Reagan could somehow become President, and you’ll end up in a libertarian nightmare where your entire life is one giant business transaction.”
Holden was pouting again. “People run their own businesses without being educated. It happens all the time.”
“Yeah, fair enough,” Bill conceded. “The American dream, it’s a wonderful thing. But Holden, you have to imagine it would be easier with a high school diploma under your belt.”
Holden’s shoulders went up. He kept staring at his plate, and his breath was coming faster. “There’s a nursing aide course. I could do that instead.”
Bill leaned back. “What?”
“It’s the same thing, I wouldn’t have to graduate,” Holden said hurriedly. “Then I could start working next year and save money, and then finish high school later on and go to nursing school.”
“Do you… want to be a nurse?” asked Bill.
Holden shrugged, his head still bowed. “Nancy liked it,” he said, his voice shaky. “And I think it would be less, like, physically demanding.”
Bill took a long drag. “Nancy liked it because she’s very nurturing. That’s her natural ability. Is it yours?”
Holden didn’t answer.
“And I’m not sure about the physically demanding part,” said Bill. “You should check with her about that. She certainly complained about her back often enough.”
“Do you think men shouldn’t be nurses, Bill?”
Bill laughed. “Kid, at my age, I can’t tell you how many times I wished the nurse in the room wasn’t a pretty young woman. So, no, I don’t give a shit about men being nurses.” He took another long drag off his cigarette and regarded Holden. “What’s this about, Holden? You went from not finishing high school to finishing it in a few years. It sounds like you want to finish it, so what’s the problem? I know summer school sucks, but it’s only the mornings, and you always get up early, anyway.”
Holden was hugging himself, and making himself very small. Bill realized he was trembling.
“Hey. What’s wrong?”
Holden took a shaky breath. “I just… I wanted to work this summer.”
“You can still work a little. And we’ll give you pocket money.”
Holden shook his head. “I need money to move out next year, and I don’t think I’ll be able to finish high school on my own. I just thought it would be better if I was done before I moved out.”
(Holden cries. Bill tries to comfort him)
“You don't want me to stay,” sniffled Holden. “I fucked up.”
"Well, yeah," said Bill, weakly. "But you're sixteen. It happens. Holden, I took you out for ice cream. Is it not obvious that I forgive you?"
"No," Holden whined.
"Well… why not?"
Holden averted his gaze. His voice was very quiet. "Because you never said it."
“Holden,” Bill said, gently. “Do you always assume the worst?”
Holden wiped at his eyes. “Yeah. Don’t you? All that— ‘when you’re forty and you can’t work anymore.’ That’s assuming the worst.”
Bill was quiet for a while. “I plan for the worst. It’s a little different.” He thought of Nancy and her secret medications. He wasn’t even that good at planning for the worst, evidently.
He tousled Holden’s hair. He was coming to learn that part of fatherhood was lying, so he tried not to let it get to him.
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Body Waves
Idol: Wong Yukhei/Lucas from NCT
Prompt: Whenever your mom is too busy with work you’re left taking your little sister to her dance lessons. I’m the midst of being stressed from finals your mom asked you to take your sister to dance. It was safe to say you weren’t happy but you did it anyway. The normal instructor is on leave and taking her place temporarily is her dangerously handsome nephew, Lucas. You find yourself immediately falling for the adorable boy so what are you going to do when he asks if you’d like a private lesson?
Warnings: suggestive?? I don’t know.
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You peel the sticky note from the fridge and immediately groan. It was difficult to read your mother’s scratchy writing but you could tell what it said at one glance. “Working late tonight. Take your sister to her dance class please.” You mumble. Normally this wouldn’t be such an issue but finals week is approaching and the time spent watching your little sister twirl around clumsily could be used studying instead. Of course though, you were going to do it. There is no use in arguing with your mother. You’ll just bring your textbooks and do what you can.
After a quick breakfast you were out of the house and off to your college campus to have a day full of iced coffee, tears, and study guides. No one ever told you college was like this, the movies made it seem like two semesters of non stop partying and drinking but so far it's only been non stop crying and stressing. “Hey Y/N! You coming to the library with us? We’re gonna go over the study guide together.” you let out a soft sigh and shake your head. “Can’t… I’d love to but I have to take my littler sister to her dance lesson right after class.” You whine, pulling your bag over your shoulder as your friends give you looks of sympathy.
You head to the parking lot, test questions and answers running through your mind at full speed. You were too busy thinking you almost walked past your car. You groan to yourself, frustrated at how things are playing out. You take a few steps backwards and enter your car, going to pick up your sister from school. Within minutes you arrived at the junior high and watched as your sister jogged over to you and slid into the passenger side.
“The new dance instructor is starting today!” Your sister said excitedly, you two were chatting about your days to pass time and she just remembered that the temporary replacement instructor’s first day is today. The regular instructor is busy birthing a child so her nephew is taking over as he is on holiday from some pretentious dance school in The city. You nod at your sister’s words, your fingers drumming on the steering wheel. “I wonder what he’ll teach you guys.” I hum, curious to how this new guy was gonna handle ten little girls at once. At least now you’ll have some entertainment in the background while you study.
You and your sister were the last to walk through the glass doors of the dance studio, but luckily you weren’t late. You noticed the normal group of moms all huddled, whispering to each other and pointing to the door that led to one of the dance rooms. You of course just figured they were gossiping about something or someone.. typical dance moms.
You follow your sister and the rest of the group into the studio once it was time for the lesson to start. Your head was already buried in the textbook, your eyes scanning the pages as the path to the seats was muscle memory at this point. Except... they weren’t there. Instead a stereo has taken their place. You didn’t notice until it was too late. You tripped on one of the wires, your stomach dropping from fear and surprise as you saw the ground approaching, your textbook falling from your hands as you attempted to catch yourself. You closed your eyes, awaiting your fate to hit the hardwood floor… yet the impact never came. You felt a hand wrap around your arm and pull you against what felt like a brick wall but you soon found out it was your savior’s chest. You gasp in shock as he speaks. “You should really pay attention to where you’re walking.” His voice was lighthearted and his smile was blinding as he looked down at you.
You had to blink a few times to make sure this was real. You looked up at him, his tan face, gorgeous smile, beautiful brown eyes, and perfect hair… there’s no possible way someone this good looking was standing this close to you. “Oh! Well uh- you know- t-the chairs! They’re usually here.” You stutter like a complete idiot as all knowledge of basic human functions leaves your brain to make room for every little detail of him to be sealed in your mind forever. He just laughs and you swear it was the sound you hear as you enter Heaven’s gates. “Sorry.. I moved them to the other side to match my studio back at home.., it was a bit confusing.” He explains and you could only dumbly nod along.
He finally lets you go and reaches down, grabbing your textbook from the floor and holding it out for you. “Oh.. I heard this class is brutal.. good luck!” He says with a charming smile. You reach out, grasping the book tightly as you let out a small laugh. “Thank you! And yeah it’s a bit tough.. but probably not as tough as teaching these girls so good luck to you as well.” You hum before turning around to take a seat with all the other moms. Your heart was racing a mile a minute, your cheeks still red from the encounter as you pretended to read the book while you actually listened to the stranger introduce himself.
“Hello! My name is Lucas!” He said, his deep voice filling the room causing you to almost melt into the chair. “My aunt is currently on maternity leave so that means you're stuck with me for a few months.” He joked. The girls laughed as he continued. “Your teacher gave me your recital song and I have free reign on choreography so let’s make this something no ones ever seen before yeah?” Lucas smiles his heart stopping smile before leading the girls through stretches.
You couldn’t take your eyes off him. No matter how hard you tried you always found yourself staring at his body while he taught. Every now and then he’d feel your eyes and turn to look at you, which you would quickly look down at the book in your lap. This boy had you and the other moms wrapped around his finger. All they talked about was how good looking he was and how taking off their wedding rings sounded like a great idea at the moment.
The hour passed by in what felt like minutes and soon it was time to go. You bite your lip, waving a goodbye to Lucas before gathering your sister and going home.
The next few weeks you practically begged your mom to let you take your sister to dance class. Finals were over and now you could let yourself become completely infatuated with Lucas. The previous week he asked you how your test had gone and you felt your knees go weak. He remembered!! You could almost squeal at how happy it made you. You knew you were acting like a middle school girl with a crush but you couldn’t help it.. Lucas is hands down the best looking man you’ve ever seen and he’s also caring, funny, sweet and just… perfect.
After another hour of watching Lucas magically keep the attention of the girls, the class came to an end and like every other day you go to wave goodbye and collect your sister so you two could drive home and you can rant about just how gorgeous Lucas looked today.
“Hey! Y/n!” You were stopped in your tracks as Lucas jogged over to you. You turn around to face him, your heart skipping a beat just from the close proximity. “Oh hey Lucas! Did my sister leave her shoes again because I swear I’m gonna start glueing them to her feet.” You pout and Lucas can only smile. “No not this time… Although your sister did tell me you were interested in dancing.” Your eyes went wide at his words. “Did she now?” You ask cluelessly, your gaze shifting to your sister giving you a thumbs up and a cheeky smile from behind Lucas’s back. This little brat- “If you’d like I can give you a few… private lessons?” Lucas offered. Scratch that, your sister is an angel and you will definitely get her ice cream on the way home. “Really? You’d do that?” You ask, a blush forming at the idea of being alone with Lucas. “Yeah! I need the teaching experience and my aunt gave me the keys to the studio… so maybe you can come by Friday night after close?” He asked with a shy smile which you returned. “Okay! Sounds great! I’ll see you then.. I guess.” You say nervously and Lucas nods. “See you then.”
As Friday night finally comes you find yourself panicked. “What do I wear? What do I say? You put me in this mess! Help me!” You order your sister who just laid on your bed to watch the chaos unfold. “Wear the one black tank top with your leggings, black is so your sweat stains don’t show.” She says calmly. “You’re a genius.” You say as you gather the outfit and get dressed. “Hair up or down?” You ask for advice once more. “Wear it down then before the lesson starts put it up while he’s watching… guys like that.” You nod, putting the hair tie on your wrist for later. “How do I look?” You wait for your final evaluation as your sister stands up to get a closer look. She lifts your arm, takes a sniff, then hums in approval. “You’re ready my young grasshopper.” You shove her shoulder but smile anyways. “I’m ready…” you say softly before grabbing your keys and purse before heading to the studio.
You see Lucas’s car already in the parking lot as you take a deep breath. He’s just a guy teaching you a few dance steps.. you repeat this as you enter the building. You find Lucas in the studio and he smiles as you walk in. “Hey.” He said softly. “Hi.” You reply. “I went ahead and picked the song and choreographed everything.” You were surprised at how prepared he was and it only made you fall further for him. “Just so you know I have two left feet and no rhythm.” You exaggerate and Lucas laughs. “I’m sure that’s not true… plus… you have me to guide you.” You blush at his comment but nod your head.
You remember the hair tie on your wrist and gulp nervously before bringing your hands up to your hair. You could feel Lucas’s eyes on you as you gather the strands into a low ponytail. After he knew he was caught staring he just cleared his throat and walked over to the middle of the dance floor. “Okay.. you ready?” He asked. You walked over to his side, “ready.”
You were not expecting the choreo to be this touchy. Once Lucas started showing you the moves and you felt his large hands on your waist you almost lost the ability to function. You somehow managed to keep up with him though as he instructed you on how to move your body with his. Soon you were ready to dance with the music. The low base filled the room as you immerse yourself into the dance so you wouldn’t focus on your body pressed against Lucas’s. There was one move where your back was pressed against Lucas’s chest and you swayed your hips against him. While learning the move you were careful about leaving some space between you two but you decide to take the risk as you grow drunk on Lucas’s touch. He noticed your change in confidence and couldn’t help but smile but that smile soon faltered. He choreographed this dance.. he should’ve known better than putting in a move where you are literally just grinding on him.
Lucas tried to continue to the next move where he turned you around to face him and he stopped there, the dance long forgotten as you give him a confused look. “Why did you st-“ Lucas leaned down, cupping your face with both hands and captured your lips with his. You didn’t hesitate and kissed him back, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck as he pulled you closer, his lips moving expertly against yours. You’ve dreamt this moment over and over again but you never thought it would feel this good. Your whole body felt like it was on fire as Lucas slowly pulled away, a small smile on his face. You smiled back, an unspoken understanding flooding both of you as you jumped up into his arms. He catches you effortlessly and your lips are on his again.
You kissed until you felt lightheaded from lack of oxygen, your back pressed against the cold glass of the mirror as you studied Lucas’s face from up close. His messy hair from your hands, his swollen lips from your kiss, his eyes full of admiration for you.. your mark was on him and even though you couldn’t see yourself you’re sure his was on you too. And if not it sure was gonna be as his lips traveled to your neck. You were never going to complain about taking your sister to dance class again.
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Inktober 2020 #1: Fish
To say I wasn’t expecting an attack would be an understatement.
I was in my van, driving my oldest daughter to soccer practice. (Why yes, I am a soccer mom. I’m big enough to admit it.) Natalie was supposed to be putting on her shin guards, but instead she was playing the Nintendo 3DS Arista had brought, on the grounds that technically it was her 3DS. I believe Arista’s was out of battery, although it was the kind of detail I try not to pay too much attention to. Arista, of course, had whined about this for ten minutes straight. “It’s not fair! I brought that 3DS! You said you’d let me play! Mommm, Natalie won’t let me play!” And so on. This was partially, though not fully, drowned out by the sound of Theo singing “Itsy Bitsy Spider” loudly, enthusiastically, off-key and with half the words made up, for what may well have been the tenth time in a row.
“Mom! Make Theo be quiet. I can’t concentrate!”
“Just give me back the 3DS! You aren’t even supposed to be playing it!”
“—itsy bitsy spider, gob up the stop again, itsy bitsy spider went on the bo bo bot, so wong go the dwain and it quash the spider out—“
“That isn’t even how it goes, Theo. It goes ‘Itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout—'“
“If you’re just gonna sing to Theo you can give me back the game. Mommm, she isn’t even playing it and she won’t give it back!”
“I’m sing it, Natwee! I’m sing it my way!”
“Yeah, well your way is wrong, cause you’re a baby.”
“ITSY BITSY NATWEE, CAN’T SING THE SPIDER SONG, CAUSE THEO IS SING IT LA DA DOO DOO LA LA—“
“Come on! Let me play!”
With all this going on, I had no hope of getting back enough of my own concentration to change lanes, so I had been stuck behind a car carrier lugging SUVs for the past ten minutes. ��I hated being behind large trucks; they block my view of the rest of the road. And here I was with nothing in the CD player but Gary’s smooth jazz, when plainly I needed death metal to drown this out. I’d have given my pinky finger to be able to put on the radio, but radio and I did not get along.
As if to underscore this, a sudden burst of static cut through the horn solo. I frowned, wondering if I’d gotten mixed up and this was the radio after all.
“Hey, cool!” Arista said, having apparently found something worthy of distracting her from her quest to recover the 3DS. “My mood ring is red. Mom, what’s it mean when your mood ring goes red?”
I went cold, and glanced at my own left hand on the steering wheel. The stone in my ring, normally opal, had turned obsidian black.
I glanced back up to see the top SUV on the car carrier starting to slide.
“Aspída!” I shouted, having no time to do anything more complex than that. Then I spun the wheel and swerved wildly onto the right shoulder, scraping the jersey wall, as the SUV slid off the carrier’s ramp and came careening down at us.
Distantly I was aware of my kids screaming, but all my attention was on surviving this. The SUV slammed into the shield I had just cast and bounced into traffic, making the car shudder. The small truck that had been behind me struck the SUV, sending it spinning across the road. Meanwhile I’d slammed hard on my brakes, coming to a full stop about twenty feet away from where the SUV ending up crashing into the jersey wall ahead of me. The small truck pulled over, in front of the SUV. The car carrier continued blithely on into the distance.
At least they hadn’t all fallen. That would have been a lot harder to deal with. I could have done it, but I would not have liked to explain it to the kids.
“Mom! Mom! What was that? What happened?” Natalie screamed. Theo was crying hysterically, and Arista was gasping, hyperventilating.
I turned around in my seat. “Arista! Inhaler, now! Natalie, help her grab it!” I wanted to unbuckle, to go take Theo into my arms and calm him, to grab Arista’s inhaler and give it to her, but I didn’t dare. My ring was still black; Arista and Natalie’s rings were still both red.
The guy who’d been driving the small truck was coming toward me, walking along the shoulder, and he looked furious. Of course, from any reasonable human being’s perspective, I’d had nothing to do with the SUV that had fallen off the car carrier and smashed into his car, but with my ring black I didn’t dare assume he was a reasonable human being. I’d read enough about road rage incidents in the paper; I had to assume he had a gun.
I threw the car into reverse and drove backward as quickly as I dared, which was a lot slower than the cars zipping past me on the highway were going, but a lot faster than one dude walking on the shoulder. He began running toward me. “Katev̱odó̱no̱,” I whispered, shoved the gearshift into drive, and pulled out onto the highway, lurching from 0 to 60 in three seconds and slamming myself and my children back against our seats. The car behind me laid on the horn – I’d cut it off. “Sorry,” I said, more to myself than to the driver who obviously couldn’t hear me, but now I was back up to full highway speed, weaving in and out of traffic so that neither the guy I’d just cut off nor the driver of the small truck could catch up with me.
I pulled off the highway at the first exit that came up, watching as my ring dulled to a grayish opalescent color. We weren’t safe, but we weren’t in deadly danger either.
Arista’s breathing was normal again. Theo was still crying. “Mom, where are we going?” Natalie asked. “Don’t I have to get to practice?”
“You’re skipping practice today, Nally.” She used to call herself that. She couldn’t get the middle syllable of her own name, so she was Nally. Nowadays she usually rolls her eyes when I call her that, but this time, she didn’t. I could see her face in my rear view mirror; she was pale and shaken.
“Because we just had an accident?”
“We didn’t have an accident,” Arista said. “We almost had an accident.”
“Right,” I said. “We’re going home, and we’re going to eat ice cream and we’re going to relax.”
“Ice cream?” Theo asked, his sobs becoming weaker and less pronounced.
“Yep! Who wants an ice cream soda, who wants a milkshake and who wants a sundae?”
Kids are sometimes very easy to bribe. Though I suspected that Natalie was letting herself be bribed rather than challenging me. She knew something weird had just happened, but she didn’t want to ask me what, or perhaps didn’t want to acknowledge it.
Another old terror raised its head. What if she was like me? What if all of them were? What if they could use magic?
I shook my head to banish the thought. No one had found us. No one had sent either of them an invitation to school. Natalie was 12, Arista was 10… they were old enough that they could have gotten invitations by now. I’d gotten mine when I was 9, though my parents hadn’t been persuaded to send me to a boarding school until I was 13.
I’d wanted to go. I’d begged for it. I’d wanted to learn magic so, so badly.
I couldn’t even remember how that had felt, now.
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When we got home, I put the girls in charge of getting the ice cream, the Coke, the sundae fixings, the milk and the blender out, and Theo in charge of washing his hands, going to the bathroom, changing his clothes and washing up. He’d been potty trained for nearly a year, but I’d nearly peed myself during the almost-accident; I could hardly hold it against a little boy that he’d wet his pants. Theo was obviously very embarrassed by it, though, so I didn’t acknowledge that he’d done so, just gave him the opportunity to wash himself up and change to save face.
I went straight downstairs to my fish tanks in the basement.
The filters didn’t hum. The tank lights weren’t on. The room smelled like ozone and smoke. At least one of the surge suppressors that ran my tank filters and lights was blackened. And every single fish in all four of my tanks was floating on top of their water, dead.
The opal on my ring was still dark grey.
In Homeric Greek – the language I cast spells in, though this wasn’t a spell – I said softly, “Brave heroes, I commend your souls to the Elysian Fields. The gods will honor you.” I didn’t actually think the ancient Greeks had believed fish would go to the Elysian Fields, but then, I also didn’t actually believe in the Elysian Fields, or the later Christian version, Heaven. If humans had souls – and they might, I’d seen Jason so many times I found it hard to believe that all of him could literally be gone, forever – then fish could as well, maybe. These fish hadn’t exactly volunteered to die to save my family, but they’d been feeder goldfish, destined for the belly of a pet predator or an agonizing, choking death due to high ammonia levels and lack of oxygen from the overcrowding in the feeder tanks. I’d given them a better, longer life than they could otherwise have hoped for.
Whatever had killed them, I hoped it had been fast. It looked like some kind of electrical short, maybe. A month ago one of those had taken out all the fish in tank four; I’d replaced the filter, and the surge protector, and the GFCI outlet the surge protector was plugged into, but when magic is targeting you, all of the sane and reasonable precautions you can take may end up coming to nothing. The fish had died because I’d bound them to my family and enchanted them to take on our bad luck. Most of the time, that meant fish died one by one over a period of months, as all of the normal bad luck that might occur to a family just failed to happen – my kids never got scraped knees, our cars never broke down, Gary made it through every round of layoffs at his company, none of us ever got sick.
When the fish started dying fairly rapidly last month, starting with the electrical short, the stone in my ring had been purple – not white opal, not the gray it was right now, not the black it had turned on the highway. I’d put more fish into service and it had faded to white. The fish had been doing reasonably well; I’d thought the danger was over.
But today all of them were dead. And I didn’t dare go out and get more; whatever malevolent spell had targeted me and my family would work a lot more effectively outside the shields I had around the house. Petco would ship me fancy fish, but not feeders. Which meant firstly that it would cost a lot more money to put more fish into service, secondly that I wouldn’t be able to leave the house again until tomorrow when the fish arrived (and what would I do about the girls going to school? They couldn’t leave either, and I couldn’t explain to them or to Gary why not.) And thirdly, that the girls, and Gary, would see the change, think I was taking Gary’s advice about getting nicer fish who could actually serve as pets, and they’d be horribly disappointed when the fish died.
Maybe I could have two layers of fish, I thought. Pet fish upstairs and feeders down here. Order neon tetras and a tank for overnight delivery, set them up, go out and buy more feeders as soon as I had the neons in service.
The thought flickered through my mind that I could buy feeder mice instead. Mammals are stronger and have more life force, and more resistance to malevolent magic. Feeder mice were in the same position as feeder goldfish – they were destined to die. I’d just be giving them a good life before it happened.
But my children would get attached to the mice. Would give them names. Would cry when they died.
I closed my eyes. I needed more power to protect the family than I had at the moment. I’d given up so much of it for my anonymity and my family’s safety, back before I’d even met Gary, when the only family I’d had to protect were my parents.
To get it back, to protect them now, I’d have to break some old compacts. But those old compacts weren’t working well enough anyway, obviously, if someone was targeting me.
“Moommm! We’re ready!” Arista yelled down the stairs.
“I’m coming,” I said, and headed up. I’d deal with the magic later. Right now, I’d promised my kids ice cream, to distract them from near-death and any weirdness they’d observed, and as both a magus and a mother, I’d learned to keep my promises.
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This is a piece from a WIP “Not Even Past”, about a former child mage student who had to save the world with her group of friends, all of whom died except her. She left the world of magic behind and became a soccer mom. But now the world of magic is coming back for her.
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when your bestfriend only sees you as a friend - mark lee
[a/n: hiii this is my first sort of angst back so i hope it doesn’t suck too much. please let me know what you think of it!] [a/n pt 2: hey fari, remember when you cussed at me in our dms? this ones for you! @zhengtongue]/ master list
We’ve been friends for years, her and I. It was just a typical friendship when it started out. We had the same math class in middle school and the two of us just sort of...clicked. And though I wasn’t worthy of her time, she gave me all of the time in the world.
We continued to be friends all throughout middle school. We hung out often. Her parents even invited me to go with them on a week long trip to a farm that her grandparents’ had owned. That summer, our lips were stained red from strawberries, hair as wild as the wind, doubled over every second of the day with laughter, sleeping with the fireflies, sun kissed, happy. It’s a summer I’ll never forget. A summer neither of us will. A summer that frequents our late night conversations with questions like “Mark, remember when you tried to milk that cow and totally cried?” or “Mark, remember when we swam in the pond all day long and were shriveled up like raisins for days afterwards?” or “Mark, remember when we spent the entire night counting the stars?”
But there’s one question that has never made it into our late night conversations. A question that keeps me up until the crack of dawn.
“YN, remember when I was pushing you on that old tire swing and you stopped, leaned out and kissed me?”
No. She’ll never bring that up again. And I won’t either.
Because that’s what happens when your best friend only sees you a friend.
The summer ends as quickly as ice cream melts on a long day. We enter high school that year. We start to find out more about ourselves that year.
She joins the volleyball team, I join the music club. She goes to all of my recitals, I go to all of her games. We’re each other’s biggest fans. She and I...we’re best friends and everybody knows that.
But we have our own friends too.
I have Haechan from music club, she has Jisoo from volleyball. I have Johnny from forth period, she has Jieqiong from seventh period. I have Jaehyun from the youth center that I play basketball at afterschool and she has...
She has Lee Taeyong.
And I see that way she looks at him.
Lee Taeyong is our student body president - a junior. He’s tall, smart and handsome. He sometimes oversees the music club when our president, Ten, is out. He’s part of the mathletes, a teacher’s favorite, does the morning announcements, best friends with the principal, number one in class rankings from his year, captain of our dance team and volunteers at the animal shelter on the weekend.
His parents must be so proud of him.
That’s why it’s no surprise to see the way her eyes light up when they accidentally crash into each other in the hall, sending her papers flying like some cliché high school drama. I help out too, of course, but all of her attention seems to be on him. I watch her cheeks flush bright pink and the way she stumbles over her words like she always does when she’s nervous. She pushes her hair back behind her ear and apologizes once more.
“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Taeyong says, smiling gently at her. His persona now is completely different than when he’s on the stage. His eyes are softer, more welcoming. Nothing like the hard glare he gets when he dances. “You’re YN. Right?” I can see her eyes flash with confusion. How does Lee Taeyong know my name? she’s asking herself. He helps her to her feet (while I push myself up off the ground) and says, “You’re friends with Jisoo. She talks about you to me.”
She makes a noise - a squeak almost. “What does she say?”
Taeyong chuckles. “All good things,” he says. “She says that you’re really into movies.”
And that was the first time I lost her.
Her and Taeyong start to date a little over a month after that incident. They’re the talk of the town. She’s known for how well she plays volleyball, she’s known for how kind hearted she is, she’s knows for her intelligence, she’s known for being the perfect match for Taeyong.
I see her less and less. I assure her that it’s okay. I tell her that if I were in a relationship, I would be doing the same thing and would hope she were as understanding as I was. But one too many times, she blows me off for Taeyong and I’m at Johnny’s house, crying over a tub of ice cream.
“Well Mark,” he says, “if you were going to be this heartbroken over her, then you should’ve just asked her out in the first place. You fumbled the ball there, bud. Now there’s nothing left you can do.”
It hurts. I know Johnny is coming from a good place but it still hurts.
It hurts because it’s true. I did fumble the ball. I could’ve asked her out so many times. I could’ve asked why she kissed me that summer so many times. I could’ve done so much but I was so scared of losing my best friend that I decided to just shove my feelings down my throat and let them stop the words from leaving my mouth.
It’s my own fault. And I know that.
But even if I am hurting, I’m still her best friend. I still should help her pick out her outfits for her next date with Taeyong and I should still help her try to find the perfect gift for him for Christmas and I should still be there for her when she lets me. Because even though I may not be her person, she’s still mine.
Yes. She’s still my person.
It’s a little after Taeyong’s graduation when she tells me of their decision.
“We’re breaking up.“ Her eyes are solemn as she says that, kicking the gravel under her feet as she rocks back and forth on the swing at our neighborhood playground. “He’s going to the states to study and doesn’t want me to stay here and wait for him. It’s for the better.”
And just like that, their two years together are down the drain and she’s here with me again.
We spend another summer together that year. This time, we take the long way home. We’re still kids and we’ll be entering our senior year that next year so we decide to spend this summer to our fullest.
“You’re never gonna know what’ll happen next summer. This is the last summer we’re gonna have together before college, Mark. I want to spend it with you.”
Of course the words make me as sad as they do happy. She’s right. Even though we are both applying for the same college, you never do know what will happen after high school ends.
So we spend the entire summer at pools and at the old park we used to play at when we were young. We go bowling and to the movies and blow our allowances on arcade games and photo booths. We spend almost every day together. Our parents don’t see us all day long and come back late at night. They know not to look for us. We always find our way back home.
We always find our way back to each other.
“If it’s meant to be, then it’ll be Mark,” Jungwoo, my next door neighbor, tells me one night after dinner. I had accidentally ranted about my feelings for her after he commented on our framed picture on my nightstand. “Don’t worry too much about it, yeah?”
And then we chow down on snacks and play video games - content.
Because if it’s meant to be, then it’ll be.
And then, before I know it, we’re both on the road, off to college.
College brings stress.
With that, college brings outlets to relieve stress. While college brought me a new guitar and hours in the studio, college brought her Lucas.
Lucas Huang.
He’s a barista at the coffee shop she really seems to like (but now I’m not sure if she liked it for the coffee or because of him).
Lucas is kind, from what my classmate, Jaemin, tells me. He’s a freshman, like us. He’s kind of an airhead but his heart is in the right place. He’s on a basketball scholarship. He comes from a poor family but was blessed with amazing athletic abilities that lead him to receive a full ride to the college we attended. He’s humble. He’s nice.
He makes YN’s heart pound.
They have math class together and he asks her to tutor him.
“But you suck at math,” I laugh as she glares at me over her drink.
“Yeah but Yukhei doesn’t know that,” she snorts.
“Yukhei?” I repeat.
She sighs, as if she’s offended that I didn’t know who the hell Yukhei was. “Lucas,” she grumbles. “Now if you excuse me, I’m late for tutoring.”
“Whatever,” I roll my eyes as she gets up from the table and leaves to the library.
And then it’s like...all she can ever talk about to me is Yukhei. Yukhei this or Yukhei that. Yukhei, Yukhei, Yukhei.
Yukhei who is sooo good at basketball. Yukhei who smells sooo good. Yukhei who is sooo cool. Yukhei who is sooo funny. Yukhei, Yukhei, Yukhei-
“Enough already, dammit!” I snap at her. Maybe I was irritated because I hadn’t slept in two days. Maybe I was annoyed because I had a raging headache from downing coffee after coffee to keep me from falling asleep. Maybe I was hurt because my person was once more, falling for someone who wasn’t me. “I don’t give a damn about Wong Yukhei, YN! And if that’s all you came here to discuss with me then go back to your stupid dorm! I invited you here to make sure you eat! Not to hear about how head over heels you are for that- that- that airhead!”
She huffs, standing up so abruptly that I almost spill my takeout. “I don’t know what your problem is Mark but you had no right to snap at me like that,” she crosses her arms.
“If you knew my problem, you’d understand why I’m acting this way,” I mutter under my breath.
“I’m leaving,” she says, gathering her things from around me just as I notice little raindrops beginning to pelt against the window.
“Hey,” I stop her at the door. “You forgot this.” I throw my umbrella her way and see the way her face softens just a bit.
“Text me when you’re done throwing your fit,” she tells me.
“Don’t count on it,” I reply as I lazily shut the door.
Doyoung, my roommate, laughs as I throw myself down on the bed.
“It truly pains me to watch you, Mark. It truly does,” he says.
“I’m going to sleep. Enjoy your food, hyung. Don’t wake me up until she’s done with her Yukhei phase.”
And I fall asleep.
The next time I wake up, it’s to a body squishing itself between me and the wall. I open my eyes and see a familiar head of hair. I turn to see if Doyoung is home but he isn’t - probably out for the night with his friends like always.
“YN?” I push her hair back. “What’s wrong?”
”I’m an idiot,” she mutters, face flush against my chest. “He has a girlfriend back in China, Mark. A whole ass girlfriend who he’s very loyal to and who he calls all the time and who he loves. And he only told me that after I confessed. What the fuck! I’m a big idiot.”
“Hey, don’t say that. You didn’t know,” I soothe her, sitting up. I reach over and grab the water bottle off the nightstand, thrusting it her way. “If it’s meant to be, then it’ll be.”
She takes a sip after sitting up herself before screwing the cap back on, and leans against the wall. “Yeah. I guess.”
“What?” I know that look. I’ve seen it plenty of times. That look when she wants to say something but isn’t sure if she wants to say it. “YN, just say it.”
“It’s just...what you said to me,” she shrugs.
“What about it?”
“Well,” she says. “What if there’s something that you want, something that you want so badly that you feel like it’s meant to be but in the end, it isn’t? Then what?”
I shrug, too choked up by everything to say anything. It’s suddenly too hot in here and I can’t breathe.
“Like, haven’t you ever liked someone so much and swore you were meant for that person but in the end, you weren’t meant for them?” she asks. I swear she’s doing this on purpose. My palms begin to sweat the more she speaks. “Like...isn’t that just sad? Loving someone who you know wouldn’t ever love you back in that way?”
“Yeah, sucks.” Those are the only words I can manage, my throat too dry for much else. I take the water from her and gulp down half of the bottle in a single take.
“Mark? You okay?” she asks.
“What? Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
I nod. “Yeah, let’s just go to bed. I haven’t slept in days,” I remind her before throwing myself down onto the pillow.
She resumes her previous position of having her head on my chest and plays with one of the strings on my hoodie. If she can feel my heart pounding, she doesn’t mention it. Instead, she sighs and says, “Thanks for this, Mark. You’re gonna make somebody very lucky someday, you know?”
I bite my lip. “YN?” She hums in response. “Can I ask you something?” Her eyes flutter up at me, expectantly waiting for me to continue. “Do you think...do you think that it’s okay for two best friends to date?”
“Like how close is their friendship?” she replies. “Why? Are you in love with Jaemin?” she gasps.
“What?! No! Jaemin is not my best friend, by the way. It’s-“ I stop before I say her name. “Just...tell me.”
“Well,” she begins. “If they’re best friends like that and the feeling is mutual then why not?”
“Best friends like that?”
“Yeah. Like...best friends who have always had heart eyes for each other. Not best friends like us.”
“Like us?” I frown.
“Yeah. We’ve never felt that way about each other! That’s why we’re so close and there’s so much trust. No looking so see if there are other intentions or anything like that. It’s just...you and I. Ride or die. Besties for the resties! Right?”
And she breaks my heart for the millionth time.
“Right,” I reply.
Because even if I see her in that light, even if I love her in that way, even if I want to give her the world, I can’t be selfish enough to tell her that. Not when she’s still in the dark, not when she’s already got her hands full with another person’s adoration.
My best friend will always see me as just her best friend.
But I love her so much that I’d rather have that than not have her at all.
Because that’s what happens when your best friend only sees you a friend.
the end.
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Asked myself...
"GIVE ME TWO FICTIONAL CHARACTERS AND I'LL TELL YOU WHICH ONE I'D RATHER DATE" (from reblog)
I've been thinking about this for a while. Like while eating toast and washing a couple of dishes. Here I go! At random while typing.
Ahkmenrah or Kylo Ren? Well, one is a mummy who comes back to life every night while the other was lured to the Dark Side. Imma choose Ahkmenrah because he's really nice, great dancer, helpful, and seems really fun.
Charlie Weasley or the Grand Inquisitor? Well, Quis is quite the interesting Force user who hunts down Jedi and Charlie works with dragons. Imma go with Charlie because firstly I love dragons and secondly: Why wouldn't I choose Charlie???
Jonathan Crane or Sam Winchester? Uh.... don't tell Sam, but can I have a few dates with Jonathan and see how it works? Also... isn't dating a Winchester like attracting danger?
Cal Kestis or George Weasley? Why am I making this harder? Ummmmmm....stalling....I love them both though. But, I would choose Cal because he is a precious human being who needs love and support. He'd be fun to hang out with. (When they're older obviously.)
Merlin or Loki? OKAY. One long discussion later and here I am. They are both fun, loving, social, mischievous, powerful, and caring. BUT, Merlin has/had A LOT of grief and loss of his loved ones in his life. That is a lot to handle, plus that was HIS LIFE! It didn't turn out the way he wanted and Merlin is carrying that around for his immortal life. Pre-season 5 would just mean I'd be paranoid of Arthur if I wanted to date Merlin. I would date Loki because it would be more emotionally fair for me, healthier than trying to even patch or fill a small piece of Merlin's broken heart. Plus Loki loves to read and I think it'd be both chill and fun dating him.
Stephen Strange or Steve Rogers? Okay~ um... Steve Rogers because our personalities would fit better. Steve is more grounded and we could draw together!!!
Poe Dameron or Snake Eyes? (My sister keeps giving some options) uh, hmm. You would think I would pick Poe, but I wanna say Snake Eyes. Not just because he's a ninja! He seems really chill and friendly.
Thrawn or Eli Vanto? (Brandi why did you ask me this???) I've only read the first book, okay. That's it. But I would 100% date Thrawn. Not just because I'm an artist and he respects art so much! Maybe a little. Also he's so intelligent and has a unique view of the universe. Or rather, how to view the universe.
Obi-Wan Kenobi or Tadashi Hamada? *mentally flips a coin* Tadashi! An intelligent, fun, and caring man. Also positive personality who wants to help others. Sorry Obi. Kisses.
TMR Newt or Newt Scamander? (Gee...thanks Brandi for asking.) Ow. So~ I'd date Newt Scamander. I love animals. He loves animals/magical creatures. He's super sweet and caring. He's a Hufflepuff. I'm a Hufflepuff.
Lindir or Haldir? (Brandi how dare you!!!) Yah girl would date Lindir! Do elves date? ...no? He's a hardworking elf who probably needs a day off. I'm here, sweetie. (Wow, I should go to sleep.)
Bodhi or Gwaine? *questions if I'm offended that I have to answer this* I would date Bodhi because I'm not sure if could handle dating Gwaine. Not in a bad way, but like could I handle that much charm and flirtations? Bodhi is a bit more in the soft, cuddly range than the 'Imma sweep you off your feet in 2.8 seconds'.
Armitage Hux or Wong? Don't tell Wong, but I'd go on a date with Hux first. I would take Wong out for ice cream though. That'd be fun. So, I guess I picked Hux.
Percival or Bernard? Well, Bernard is an elf and probably taller than I am. Um, I'm not an elf nor immortal. Also: Sir Percival! Tall, cuddle-waiting-to-happen, helpful, fun, protective, and caring Percival.
Jim Hawkins or Cameron Frye? Well they would need to age up, firstly. Uh, why'd you ask me this, Brandi? Jim, because he actually had an interest and hobbies. Sorry Cam. Also Jim is very loving, caring, and basically selfless. And determined.
Jim Kirk or Spock? Oh, my~! *clears throat* ahem. SPOCK! Vulcans don't have/show emotions -- my foot! I would gladly date Spock and have very nice conversations.
Diaval or Luke Skywalker? Luke Skywalker. Farm boy from Tatoonie turned Jedi. Yes. The range of conversations to be had, ohmygoodness. He's a flustered and fun guy behind that Rebellion symbol. I'm here for it!
Robbie Reyes or Peter Quill? Robbie, because he's so flippin' caring and loves his family. Also, my family doesn't speak Spanish like they used to because it was their secret language from the grandchildren until we were learning it in school. Help me out, Robbie! I'll give you coffee. (I think I lost my point)
Riley Poole or Bridge Carson? My sweet darlings. They are quite similar in many ways, but different in how they express themselves. (This was the first ones I thought of.) I think my personality would fit well with both of them and also my interests. BUT in terms of dating, I would pick Bridge because of how he might view me and my personality, quirks, etc. "But what about Bridge's powers? You can't touch his arms or hands because he'd be overwhelmed with your aura and everything." I get that, but I don't see that as a problem. Those are his boundaries. If I need to wear a long sleeve or jacket or blanket to sit right next to him, fine. That's the least I could do to ensure he's comfortable. Plus Bridge is so sweet, attentive, helpful, fun, loves to read, loves buttery toast, intelligent, and so darn adorable. And I want to boop his nose. Just lightly then go back to whatever I was doing.
Okay, think I'm done. It's 2am ish.
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☪️♒☠♡ !!! for ironstrange!!!!!
☪️-Sleep Headcanon
-Before they ever got together the both of them would be riddled with nightmares from their respective traumas, but the first time they’ve ever slept together was one of their most peaceful nights’ sleeps in years. The moment they woke up afterwards was one of the softest moments in their early-budding relationship.
-They usually switch places depending on whoever wants comfort that night, but normally Stephen will take the position of little spoon more often than not and Tony goes between being big spoon or his backpack. Stephen loves feeling the physical contact and the feeling of being kept safe throughout the night in Tony’s arms. Of course whenever Tony is the little spoon, he feels so secured with Stephen being snug against his back with his arms wrapped around his chest.
-Morning kisses are a requirement, even if Tony is still asleep, the moment Stephen wakes up he kisses him on the forehead delicately. Of course Tony usually wakes up soon after, but he prefers this wake up call to the usual alert from FRIDAY that he’s late for a meeting or the compound is on fire.
-Stephen is the blanket hog of the relationship, he gets very cold at night. Tony doesn’t mind too much since he’s a walking furnace.
-Nightmares are bound to happen with all they’ve been through, but if that ever happens they stay awake as long as they need, get tea/water if they need it, comfort one another until they’re calm enough to go back to sleep.
♒-Cooking/Food Headcanon
-Surprisingly Tony is an amazing cook, he doesn’t cook often due to how busy his life is all the time, but if he gets time he’ll make some of the best home-cooked meals (which he perfected over time while at MIT bc he slowly realized eating pizza and take out every night was not good for his health in the long run). His favorite meals to cook are casseroles and stews but if Stephen is having a particularly bad hand day, he’ll make assorted finger foods (which Stephen absolutely loves him for)
-Stephen used to be able to cook but since his accident, he hasn’t had the find hand coordination to make anything by himself but the Cloak is always there to help him out whenever he’s in charge of making lunch or dinner. He doesn’t bother with desert half the time since he has a crap ton of ice cream on hand.
-Tony’s favorite fast food is (obviously) cheeseburgers and Stephen’s favorite fast food are deli sandwiches (and occasionally sushi which he’s grown to love after being with Wong at the Sanctum for a while).
-Stephen loves ice cream, and while he denies that he doesn’t like Stark Raving Hazelnuts, he always keeps a pint of it in the freezer.
☠-Angry/Violent Headcanon
-Neither of them like arguing, neither of them like getting angry, but because of their respective egos colliding constantly, conflict arises every now and again. They do argue and it tends to get heated, but once voices start getting raised Stephen shrinks a little bit due to past trauma with his parents constantly shouting at him when he messes up or does something “wrong”. Tony doesn’t raise his voice often, he chooses to keep his cool no matter how hard it is, but either way he hates getting angry period.
-Stephen tends to let his temper get out of hand when he starts getting angry, so if he’s annoyed enough he’ll start shouting as much as he hates shouting, and he’ll get angry very very quick and it can take hours for him to cool off entirely. The moment he does cool off, he gets very apologetic. Stephen also has the tendency to start crying/tearing up when he gets angry, it’s something he’s annoyed about especially when he tries to make a point, but whenever Tony sees that he knows its a cue they need to stop.
-Tony doesn’t do well with shouting either, but he gets even more annoyed whenever the person he argues with tries to pull the whole “im not raising my voice therefore im better than you” bullshit. Luckily Stephen never does that.
-Stephen knows he has the tendency to push people away and he usually keeps that in check since he went to Kamar-Taj, but occasionally he’ll revert back to his usual temper and say things he doesn’t mean (which again, he apologizes for once his head is even but he feels so bad afterwards and it’s hard for Tony to stay mad for long)
♡-Romantic Headcanon
-Hand kisses and forehead touches/kisses are an everyday thing, it’s a small gesture, but the both of them feel so warm and fuzzy whenever they’re greeted with small kisses. Tony is sure to be extra gentle if Stephen’s hands are acting up, which of course results in even more hand kisses than usual (which Stephen loves with his whole heart)
-Stephen loves physical contact, and he knows Tony hasn’t gotten a lot of it either in his past, so Stephen often initiates hugs from behind, touches around Tony’s neck and hair, holds his hands as best as he can. Tony absolutely loves how touchy Stephen gets and reciprocates whenever he sees Stephen is in a bad mood.
-Neither of them are into the huge romantic gestures like hearts and flowers, but on their anniversary they go all out. It’s not uncommon that their room ends up being full to the brim with flowers and chocolates (lactose free for Tony) On the other end, they usually share smaller gestures like holding hands while having breakfast, sharing small kisses while they work, hugging one another whenever they get back from a particularly dangerous mission.
-When they started dating, Stephen was very shy around him when it came to asking for hugs or kisses, but as they continued dating, Stephen doesn’t bother to ask when he needs a hug. Tony is happy to give them anyways.
-As I said before, morning kisses are absolutely necessary. No doubt about it. But also kisses before dinner, kisses before bed. They just want to show how much they love each other as often as possible since they’ve hardly been loved.
NSFW bonus:
-They used to see sex as something serious, something they can’t joke about, but after a while they lost that facade of seriousness and aren’t afraid to giggle during sex, make stupid comments or jokes, and of course get extra intimate rather than keeping a serious demeanor the whole time. They love having those kinds of moments when they’re in such an emotional setting, it makes sex all the more meaningful to them.
Thanks for the ask!! Ya’ll keep them coming!!
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My Best Friend Pt.01
Too Young
01/23/2019
Pairing: Steve x Reader Word Count: 4,257
Masterpost in Notes Warnings: Language, pining, angst, some fluff
A/N: This fic came to me as a dream. It was a dream that I did not get to finish and have been wanting to write out because it actually followed a really good story until I woke up and it left me wondering what would have happened next. The first two chapters will be the dream I had and the last chapter will probably be the ending I would have hoped for. I hope you guys like this. Just a small mini-series in between my two big WIP fics. It should be noted that the disease that the reader has is the one that I have, Endometriosis. As it was me in the dream and the endo played a big part in it, I’ve decided to keep it in. As always, if you happen to reblog, thank you so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo
You groan, moaning and kicking as you struggle to pull yourself up off of the floor.
“Would you keep your voice down? You sound like you’re having sex.” A tight-lipped voice says out of the corner of two pink lips, the bottom thick and juicy, the top slightly thinner but curved up in amusement.
“How do you know what I sound like when I have sex?” You grunt and then stop, whining as you give up and let the heavy weight ball fall onto your chest. “Please, help me!”
You pretend to cry and continue to whimper as you wait for assistance.
A heavy sigh, a soft chuckle, and then suddenly, hovering over you are a pair of storm blue eyes. Steve Rogers leans over you, his hands on his hips as he watches you whimper on the ground.
“You’re being dramatic.” He tells you and you glare at him for a second.
“And you didn't answer my question.”
As he continues to watch you, trapped underneath the large 45-pound weight ball, your glare slowly transitions into a pout as he smiles down at you, soft strands of his blonde hair falling onto his misted forehead.
Here are the facts. One: Steve Rogers is your best friend.
Two: You and Steve have known each other for years. You were there, as an intern, as he was pulled from the ice. You helped bring him back to life. You were glad to not have played a part in that stupid showroom he’d been put in, but you’d been outside, and he’d been so confused when he broke out that you were instantly sympathetic.
Three: Steve Rogers did not like you. Not immediately. It took persistence. Lots of it. You forced him out. You kept an eye on him and ambushed him at restaurants and cafes so that he wouldn’t be alone. It took almost a year but finally Steve Rogers didn’t dislike you. In fact, Steve Rogers looked for you. He sought you out for your opinions and suggestions. Soon after that, he just sought you out to not be alone.
Four: Steve had seen all of your ups and down. You’d been engaged before, then dumped. Dated and dumped. Dated and dumped. It’s been a rough couple of years in that department, but Steve has been there after every disappointment with a pint of ice cream and your favorite movie.
Five: You’ve tried to get Steve to date. Apparently so had his other friend, Natasha. The Black Widow. Neither of you wanted him to be alone. He needed to get back into the world. He’d been so distanced from the world, connecting only with the job and neither you nor Natasha (despite the fact that you and she have never officially met) want that kind of life for him. Of course, she’d been probably slightly more motivated to get him a date because if you’re honest…
Six: You are completely in love with Steve Rogers.
“You look like you could use some help, miss. May I be of assistance?” Steve teases.
“Steve!” You complain and push against the weight ball, struggling against it.
“Alright, alright.” He says, chuckling as he grabs the ball and lifts it off of you.
He tosses away the ball then turns back to you to offer you his hands to help you up onto your feet.
“Why are you so interested in getting fit, anyway? You never were before.” Steve wonders, turning and moving towards the leg press.
You follow, rubbing the spot on your chest where the weight ball had been resting. You stop when he does and then watch as he loads weight after weight.
“I don’t know. I’m just…” You can’t lie to Steve.
You’d been about to tell him that you’re just trying to get in shape. That you want to look good for the next guy who has enough courage to date you. But you can’t get yourself to say it, no matter how much you want to keep from showing him your newest cracks.
He freezes in his load up and watches your smile fall.
“Y/N?” He asks gently, seeing your mood shift.
“I didn’t expect for this thing I was diagnosed with to change my life as much as it has. Getting fit…I never worried about it before and now, I’m lucky if I can get out of bed in the morning.” You shrug and move to sit by the seat of the leg press.
Steve watches you, blinking slowly as he processes your words. As you sit, you force your lips into a smile.
“What are you doing?” Steve asks, smiling as you sit yourself down on the floor, and obviously moving on from the uncomfortable talk of your illness.
He knows you don’t like talking about it and if you want to move from it, he's not going to stop you.
“I’m sitting down so you can do your workout.” You gesture at the machine, overloaded with weights.
“You’re supposed to be working out, not gabbing away with me.” Steve points at you, chastising you playfully, and sits himself down, angling his body so that he can put his feet in place.
“Yeah, well, that weight ball kicked my ass.” You lean back on your hands and turn to watch him.
You’ve gotten proficient at focusing when you’re around Steve. You keep a nice line drawn in the figurative sand so that he can’t tell that you’re completely smitten. But in moments like this one, as Steve pushes against the weights, his muscles constricting and flexing, it’s hard to remember that line.
“Steve?” You probe, shifting to sit facing him, still leaning back on your hands, suddenly very nervous because any time you ask Steve these kinds of questions…well, you’re a little scared, a little excited, but very worried that Steve will see though you one day.
In reality…would that be such a bad thing?
“Yeah?” He asks, grunting. He’d seriously overloaded that machine.
You watch as the machine groans against the amount of weight that he’d put. He has to really pack it on for it to do anything for him. “You’re going to break that leg press. Again.”
He stops, huffs a laugh, then reaches up to wipe at the sweat on his forehead. He hardly ever sweats. Why is he trying so hard?
“I always replace them.”
Still. You make a mental note to send in a request to maybe have a special leg press made for Steve so that it won’t break so easily.
“S.H.I.E.L.D. replaces them.” You point out.
“Is that what you were going to ask me?” He asks, pushing passed your poking but also knowing you well enough to know that you nagging at him about breaking the workout equipment was not what you had intended to say.
“No.”
“Well?” Steve urges you, going back to his workout.
“When was the last time you went out on a date?”
He drops the weights and they clang loudly.
“This again? You and Nat, I swear.” He grumbles.
“Well, we’re worried about you.” And you really are…but…
“I don’t want to go on a date.” He says, a note of finality in his tone.
He should know better. You don’t drop this particular subject easily.
“Why?”
“I just don’t want to.”
“But why?”
The weights clang again as he stops, frustrated with your persistent probing.
“I’m just not in the right headspace for dating, Y/N. I don’t want to see anyone right now. I don’t have the time.” Steve argues.
“That's such bullshit. When you like a girl, you make time for her. You shift your priorities. You can even stop seeing me so much. I’m a huge time suck.” You point out.
“Not an option.” He grunts.
“Come on, Steve. I’ll help, yeah?” You push yourself up, trying to ignore the happiness that it gives you that he's not willing to cut down his hang out time with you, and move to sit yourself on the oddly angled leg press seat.
You try not to let your heart flutter too much as Steve makes room for you quickly and then as you slide down towards the lower end of the seat, Steve lifts his arm and rests it across your lap as he sighs in frustration.
“I don’t need help. I need to finish my workout.” His hand finds your thigh and he rests it there softly, flat against your leg.
Focus Y/N.
“Trust me, you need help. Now, what are you looking for? Blonde? Brunette? Redhead? Skinny? Chubby? Straight up voluptuous?” You look around the gym and point out the body types you see.
“Y/N…” Steve begs, irritated.
“Fine. Forget looks. What about height? Short? Really short? Tall? Just right?”
“Y/N.” He says more sternly.
“Would you stop being such a grumpy old man and just play along for a little bit? Sheesh.” You growl.
You jump slightly as Steve smacks your leg. Not enough to make it hurt, just enough to grab your attention. Clearly chastising you, though.
“Hey, don’t call me an old man.”
“Well, stop acting like one.” You grumble.
The two of you stare at each other, both frowning.
“Hey, what are you two talking about?” You look up at the slightly accented voice and smile up at Annie Wong, S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent on loan from the Hong Kong office.
She's beautiful, Chinese, with long black hair pulled up into a ponytail, no makeup, dressed in standard issue S.H.I.E.L.D. logo tights. Her body is crazy nice. Fit. Tight. And in that racerback tank top and tights, she looks really good.
“I’m trying to get Steve a date.” You tell Annie. You’re her guide here, of sorts.
She's actually really nice and the two of you have hit it off really well.
She scoffs, then laughs at you.
“Good luck with that.” Then she looks at Steve. “Try not to disappoint her, she gets moody when she doesn’t get her way.”
“Don't I know it?” Steve agrees.
“Hey!” You throw your left elbow back so that it jams into his side and he laughs, looking at you as he reaches behind your back to rub that spot with his right hand.
“Can I please finish my workout now?” Steve begs, throwing his head back.
“No.” As Steve's hand squeezes your thigh again you can’t help but think about how great this really is. Sitting here with Steve's arm practically around you…nestled in against his side.
For a quick fleeting moment, you imagine that Steve really does want to hold you right here, his arm itching to be thrown around your waist. Maybe his lips even find your neck?
“Y/N?” He asks, noticing your silence.
Annie is already at a treadmill, running.
“What about age? That’s a good one. You don’t want someone too old.” You point out. “Young would be better in your case, with that slow aging and all that.”
“Young?”
“Twenty?” You ask.
“Too young.” He says.
“Twenty-four?”
“Too young.”
“Twenty-six?”
“Too young.”
“Seriously? Fifty then!” You offer, exasperated by his pickiness.
He looks at you, frowning.
“Sixty?” You shrug.
He laughs.
“Why are you laughing? I’m trying to find you a date and you’re making it impossible.”
“Sorry.” He says, with another squeeze to your thigh.
“Let's not focus on the exact number and instead a type. What about…?” Your eyes wander around the large gym room, an array of agents and clerical workers getting their fit on.
Inspiration suddenly strikes as your eyes land on Annie. She's definitely more fit than you are but you and Annie are the exact same age, your birthdays only a month apart.
“What about Annie? Or someone like Annie?” You ask, hoping you’re not being obvious.
Steve sighs heavily, clearly done with this game. He looks over at her and shakes his head.
“Too young.”
Too young. Too young. Too young?!
You can’t help the disappointment that fills you, it darkens your mood almost instantly. How long have you pined over this guy? How much time have you spent with him? Not that those moments were a waste…but…too young?
Your heart aches as you suddenly realize that Steve is never going to want you. You’re too young apparently and now with your diagnosis, no one will want you. You’re useless. Today, today is a good day. A day with little pain.
Your first day out in over two weeks.
“Can I finish my workout now?” He asks, looking at you, leaning to his left to get a better look at your face.
No. He can’t look at you. He'll see your crestfallen expression, your sadness that you’ll never be with him.
“Yeah, sorry I bugged you.” You grab his wrist and lift it off of your lap.
You move away from him, not looking back as you move towards Annie.
“Hey, wait, Y/N.” Steve calls out but you don't stop or look back. You climb up onto the treadmill beside Annie and start a slow jog.
“What happened? Couldn’t find anyone good enough for him?” Annie asks.
When you don’t answer she looks over at you.
“Ugh! Didn’t I tell him not to make you moody?” Annie asks, frowning.
You look at her as you jog, pulling the sleeves of your oversized hoodie up, trying to ignore the way you get hot extra fast thanks to your sweatpants.
She looks over at Steve and starts to motion emphatically at him. You don’t look to see if he's responding or what she might possibly be saying. You focus on reminding yourself of your proper place at Steve's side as nothing more than that pesky intern turned archivist who would never be more to him than just a friend.
For two hours you focus. Two hours! You remind yourself of the looks he's given those girls, the agents who work around him. The ones that could kick your ass. Looks that he's very good at hiding from everyone else but you because you’re always hoping he'll look your way.
You remind yourself of the nights you and Steve had slept in the same bed. He'd come home from a particularly exhausting mission and because you always called and demanded to see him immediately, he would come over without hesitation and then collapse on your bed in exhaustion.
Every morning you'd wake up and he was always on the sofa as if sleeping beside you was so unbearable he had to move in the night. And then there were the times that the two of you would wake up in the middle of the night and talk. Just chat about how hard the mission was or how tough it had been for you at work, both of you smiling, laughing, and commiseration a mere foot apart.
How many times had the two of you gone quiet on the bed? How many times had your heart pounded as he lay there, arms either under his pillow as he lay on his stomach or at the base of his chest when he laid on his back, his blue eyes boring into yours and never, not once did anything happen?
No kiss. No hug. No confession. No hand holding. Nothing.
Face it, Y/N. You’ve been friend zoned.
You finally push the large red button on your machine and follow it into a slow stop.
You look to the one beside yours and find that Annie is gone. She'd probably been gone for a while.
You scan the large room for her and find her by the bench press with Steve. He's sitting, looking up at Annie as she leans on the metal bar, talking casually as he curls his large arms, lifting what has to be about two hundred pounds. How did he even fit all those weights on that one bar?!
You pull your sleeves down and as you move towards them, you feel a small bit of pressure on your lower back. Had you pushed yourself too hard?
You ignore the discomfort as best you can because you want to hear what they’re saying.
“…it's only a month apart so we thought a joint party would be good.” Annie finishes with a shrug.
Fuck! She’s telling him about the party tonight.
“That’s a good idea.” Steve says, then when he spots you approaching he grins as wickedly as Captain America can…which is not very wicked.
It just makes him look like a cute, troublemaking toddler. Stupid goody two-shoes and his sweaty forehead and torso. That white shirt is starting to cling.
“Did you ask Y/N before you started to plan a joint party? She might throw a fit, you know how she likes to be the center of attention.” Steve teases.
He looks over at you as you stop, shoving your hands into the front pocket of your hoodie, with that same mischievous grin.
You don't smile. Right now…you just can't.
Instead you stare at him and your eyes helplessly wander over his lips. They linger there for only a second before you force them down to his chest, stomach, then lap where they stay since that spot is fairly safe at the moment.
When you don’t laugh and because you also don’t say anything in response to his poking fun, the atmosphere between the three of you grows awkward.
“Uh, well,” Annie says, quickly moving on. “ Y/N got permission to get a new sound system for the Black Pearl ballroom-"
“That’s the smallest one, right?” Steve asks. “Shouldn’t you have asked for a bigger one? I can still call Tony, see if he'll let you use one of the ones on floor seventy-nine?”
“I don’t have that many friends.” You tell him, looking back up at his face.
He's still watching you, his brow slightly furrowed. Is he worried? Confused? Probably confused. In all the time you and Steve have been friends you have been angry at him only two or three times and it was always because you were worried. He could be reckless on missions and came back more injured than you liked.
Now, you just can’t make yourself act normal. What's wrong with you?
“I’ll get the rest of the Avengers to come.” He offers.
“I’ve never even met anyone other than Sam.” You point out. “Why would they come to my birthday party?”
“I don’t know, I just thought-"
“We've already ordered the food based on our current headcount.” You throw out.
“Oh, right.” Steve says sounding slightly disappointed.
Once again silence falls between you two and it's just as awkward and tense as before. Which is super weird for you and Steve.
Annie hurries to save the conversation.
“You’re coming, right?” She asks Steve.
Steve finally looks away from you at Annie but before he can answer-
“Yo, Cap!” Sam's voice filters down from the second floor.
All three of you turn to look and find him leaning casually against the railing.
“Mission time. We gotta go.” He says. “Hi Y/N.”
He drags your name out, waving at you like he's teasing a kid about wetting his pants or something.
“Hi, Sam.” You reply, still no smile.
“Hey, Annie. You wanna come? We could use some extra hands.” Sam says, smiling a bit more flirtatiously with Annie.
Of course, even Sam doesn’t see you as a woman to flirt with. Not that you want him to but jeez.
“Sorry, Sam. Y/N and I have plans tonight. We're throwing our birthday party. We sent you an invite, did you not get it?” She asks. “Sorry it's so last minute.”
“Oh, damn, yeah. I got it. I forgot that was tonight.” And he does look genuinely disappointed to be missing your shared party.
“Don't worry about it, Sam. It's not important.” You assure him.
“What are you talking about? We'll get this mission done quick and be back in time for the cake.” He assures you but winks at Annie. “But seriously, Steve, we gotta go. I already got your suit in the jet.”
“Okay, I’m coming.” Steve tells him.
“I’ll see you girls later.” Sam promises, slaps the metal railing, then disappears to the right towards the elevators.
“I gotta go.” Steve says, putting the barbell down and standing up.
“Of course. Good luck, Steve.” Annie says with a smile.
“I’ll make it to your party, Y/N.” He says a little more quietly, talking just to you. “I promise. I'll put a rush on the mission.”
You look up at his sweaty face, his blue eyes searching yours for something. Forgiveness? Reassurance? Anger?
All you have for him is disappointment. Not just for the party but because you're Annie's age…and she's too young.
“For what? So you can do something reckless and mess up because you’re trying to get back on time?” And you really do want him at the party. You want to see him and dance with him, and laugh and talk and smile but your mouth opens up and all you can say is, “Don’t bother.”
You can feel Annie's eyes on you as she realizes how bad the mood you’re in actually is.
Steve’s face falls more and he takes a step towards you, apparently hating this dark mood you’re in too but before he can open his mouth, Sam's voice calls out again.
“Steve!”
With a heavy sigh, Steve gives you just one final confused look before he races around and up the stairs and also disappears towards the elevators.
“I’m gonna go shower.” You tell Annie as you begin to walk towards the showers.
“Y/N, are you okay? Should I come with you?” She offers, eager to make you feel better.
But this mood, it's like you’ve been infected. Maybe all the pining had finally just caught up with you?
“Why? Can't I shower by myself? Maybe I need adult supervision, right? I’m only Y/A.” You say with a bitter bite to your words but it's mostly just sad.
Annie doesn’t follow you.
As you make your way up the stairs, you suddenly feel another heavy bit of pressure in your lower back and a very sharp stab of pain near your nether regions. It shocks your feet into a stutter but luckily you catch yourself on the railing and avoid tumbling down the stairs.
You breathe lit a quick, sharp breath as the pain slowly subsides then move along.
As you shower, you rejoice in the fact that here in the showers, you can cry and no one can see your tears. Not to mention, the hot water helps with the aches you’re beginning to feel.
So many years of being friends. You'd always harbored this small bit of hope that something might happen between you and Steve. The disappointment, the heartache you feel as you finally realize that it will never happen is overwhelming.
So you release your dark mood with tears, letting them wash away into the shower drain with the rest of your sweat and grime.
You also realize that you can’t be mad at Steve. Not really. You shouldn’t be mad at him just because he doesn’t see you in that way. It's not fair to him and it's not fair to your years of friendship.
But it hurts! Your heart complains.
Feeling silly for being such an ass to Steve before he left on mission—oh, God, what if he does something stupid and gets himself seriously hurt and the last thing you told him was not to bother?!—you move out to your locker with a towel wrapped around your torso and hair.
Like this, you might pass for anyone. Especially in a foggy bathroom with other women in just their towels.
As you rifle through the extra clothes you’d packed in your locker, two of those S.H.I.E.L.D. agent girls Steve looks at discreetly walk in, wrapped in towels too.
“They're always together. They have to be dating or at the very least screwing.” The shorter of the two says.
“Don’t be stupid. Like she could ever satisfy him? She got dumped at the altar too, remember? And anyway, I was working out on the leg press behind them when they were sitting looking all cuddly and she was seriously asking him what he liked in women.” The tall one says.
“Really? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” Shortie asks.
“No, I swear. She was listing off things like hair color and body type. She was trying to find him a date. And ‘sides, did you see what she was wearing? Who comes to the gym dressed like that if you’re dating Captain America? No one. That's who. She's obviously not trying. And I’ve seen him checking you out.”
“Oh my God, seriously?!”
“Yes! Trust me, she's totally not his type. He needs someone more…adult. Mature. Someone who can show him how to maneuver the curves.” The tall one says as she reaches over and playfully traces her friend's sides.
Shortie laughs and you grip the handle of your locker more tightly.
“Anyway, she's too young. Or so it sounded like he was saying.”
“He told her she was too young?” Shortie asks.
“Not directly. But she suggested some girls and well, she's around the same age I think. So, make your move! That loser obviously has no chance.”
The two girls disappear into the showers as your mind is flooded with two words that effectively transition your sadness into bitter resentment. Two words that repeat over and over and over and over: Too young.
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Welp, @sadghostgirl001 here it is. Nearly 4K of salt and fluff. I hope you like this.
Warnings: omegaverse, Team Cap being dicks, some feminization but barely noticed
Stephen could say he understood both sides in this rift, as much as he hates to admit it. He still thought it was awful, as it didn’t affect both parties at all.
Let’s recap, to see why our soon-to-be Sorcerer Supreme was getting real tired of his workmates’ bullshit.
It began when Tony Stark proposed Peter Parker, one of his formers students at M.I.T. when he graduated with honors within five years, both undergraduate and graduate programs. He could understand why Tony was attracted to someone as brilliant as him, even though the young man wasn’t older that 23.
And yes, that was the factor that broke tensions between the Avengers. Stephen massaged his temples while waiting for his coffee to be over as his workmates sent the others murderous looks. Why, why did they were fighting for something so banal. Especially when neither Tony, nor Peter Parker where in the Avengers.
That caught you off ward, right?
Well, let me explain something first. After Tony was fatally injured in Siberia, he had to abandon the Avengers’ initiative because of his injuries, as he couldn’t pilot the Iron Man armor any more. He was offered a position as a consultant, but he refused, as last time he was just giving advice to projects he didn’t have control with ended up with three helicarriers crashing on Washington. Also, it was the best time for retiring, and focused his time both in his relief charities and reviewing projects from Stark Industries. It seemed new workers felt safe when he was around, so he was happy to see those fresh spirits making new stuff, and he was glad to mother hen them all. A few years ago, he also accepted a proposition in M.I.T., as part of the engineering department.
Peter was just a college student. He was majoring in Chemistry and Biology, and was assisting to a graduate program Stephen couldn’t actually remember. He wouldn’t have met Tony if the ex-avenger didn’t look forward to meet him, as Peter was currently one of the big gossips between the professors because his brilliance. And after that, as those pink press magazines Wong keeps around said, everything was history. Tony proposed Peter after the graduation ceremony at a restaurants that would probably cost more than the Sanctum maintenance. It was an open mic night, so Tony decided to dust off his musical skills and proposed to the young man while playing the piano, someone recorded it, and it went viral. Maybe that was the intention.
Of course, it became known for the Avengers too, received with different reactions. Rogers and his merrymen got the most visceral reactions: ranging from saying that Tony was a complete pervert for marrying someone nearly thirty years younger than you to saying that Peter was a temptress probably from Hydra who was seducing Tony to steal his new weapons, no mattering that neither Tony nor SI made weapons anymore, the closest to making weapons was checking and repairing War Machine equipment from Rhodes’ personal request, or that Peter PArker was completely clean, as he was a close friend from Gwen Stacy, their friendly neighbour spider sentinel. They met in a ballet academy since they were five and they quickly hit it off, even going to the same major and minoring in ballet studies. Gwen couldn’t understand how Peter could finish college so fast, but the young omega told her she could do the same if she weren’t getting any of her extra “night runs”. She was static after the notice and she was going to defend his friend with tooth and nail.
Alongside Gwen there were others, like Captain Marvel and the Asgardians who didn’t see the age difference as an obstacle, with Carol’s aging being slowed down by space and the Asgardians living for millenia. With them there were others, like Danny and Bruce, who, even though not outwardly supportive, preferred to leave Peter and Tony alone, as they didn’t have any business with the Avengers’ Initiative.
And so those were the sides, with Luke, Jessica and him at the middle, wondering for the one thousand time why did they decided to join.
“Is everyone here?” Asked Rogers on his usual “mission” face. For Stephen, he looked like he just sucked a lemon. As seeing how the rest made a hum of approvement, he began his speech.
“Avengers, we can celebrate that thanks to us the world is at peace. And we can thank all of that to our training and discipline…” Stephen wondered if anyone else had drifted off already. He just sipped his coffee from time to time, drifting some glaces to Rogers to look like he was listening when Gwen got up from her seat, at Stephen’s side, like pushed by a spring.
“LEAVE PETER AND TONY ALONE FOR FUCKS’ SAKE!” she shouted, and if it wasn’t for Jennifer and Stephen she would have thrown a punch to the face of America.
“Sit down, Stacy” Rogers ordered, and for a moment Stephen wished to free Gwen. She didn’t stopped in her accusations though.
“DON’T TRY TO GIVE ME ANOTHER OF YOUR MORALISTIC BULLSHIT! YOU KNOW SHIT ABOUT THEM! I’VE BEEN THERE! I’VE SEEN THEM! THEY LOVE EACH OTHER, AND THAT’S IT!”
“Gwen, I know you’ve seen them, and that Peter’s your friend” Steve tried to placate, something that didn’t work because he used the same tone someone would to a toddler. “But sometimes, we don’t know our friends as good as we think. Sometimes, they might be hiding dark intentions and we just can’t see it because they’re our friends”
“What. Like your friend Bucky, you say?”
The room fell in silence. If Khamala or Miles were there, surely they’ve just blown on screams.
“Ghost Spider. Out” Rogers said, and Gwen stormed out of the room, closing the door with a slam. Stephen leaned into Jennifer and whispered.
“I think I’ve chosen a bad moment to space out, what it’s going on?”
“Steve want us to make an “intervention” on Tony”
“What?”
“He wants to go to Tony’s home and convince him out of marrying his fiancée”
“You can’t be serious”
“He just asked for voluntaries to go to the mission. All his friends offered”
“Of course” Stephen frowned, this wasn’t going to end well. “Someone needs to go with them and keep an eye for problems”
“Yeah, sure, but who? Don’t look at me, I’m not going to bother Tony Stark with those headless chickens”
Stephen sighed. “If you want to do something you need to do it yourself. Hey Rogers! I’m coming”
“W-What?” said Rogers, and his surprise was contagious. Everyone turned their head at him, and Stephen began to regret already his decision.
Peter felt a tickling sensation on both of his sides and nearly threw the pot because of it.
“Tony!” the omega protested, turning to see his fiancee behind him with the biggest grin he could make. “You were supposed to help me with the dinner! Not to distract me!”
“Sorry baby, but you know that the kitchen is my mortal enemy” said Tony, picking a spoon. “By the way what are you cooking now? It smells delicious”
“Oh no, take your hands away from the gravy!” Peter ordered while swatting Tony’s hand with the wooden spoon.
“Ok, ok I’ll stop,” Tony giggled raising his hands in defeat. “What a poor destiny of mine, not being able to taste my fiancée’s delicious cuisine”
“Oh please, Tony. You eat what I cook every day! Nothing’s bad gonna happen if you wait ten minutes”
"Awww, but I'm hungry now!" Tony's hands traveled downwards to his top's end. Peter squirmed, trying to get away from the alpha.
"Please Tony!" he said before going back to the pot, the sauce began to boil, alarming the omega. "Tony, please, can you be a dear and get me one of the casserole plates?"
"Everything for my Prince" he said. He gave him a quick peck while putting the vegetables on the plate, despite Peter's protest. He wanted to help after all.
"Alright, so we have the potato salad, the green bean casserole and the pork chops with gravy, anything else?"
"What? Just that?" Peter closed the oven and looked at the kitchen. "Shit I forgot the croquettes!"
"Croquettes? Peter isn't it too much?"
"And the mashed potatoes! Fuck, fuck this is a mess, sorry Tony!"
"Hey no problem, it's just our Honeybear with Gwen and some friends, there is nothing to worry about"
"...Alright" said Peter with a huff. "Can you get the croquettes out the refrigerator please? I don't have time to make the mashed potatoes myself but there is some of the other somewhere"
In the end, they managed to prepare both the croquettes and the mashed potatoes before the doorbell rang. At the other's side there were Rhodes, Carol, Gwen, Luke and Jessica. Gwen and Peter hugged each other, the spider-woman lifting him and a King a whirl.
"Careful Gwen or you'll make Tony jealous" teased Rhodey, which the billionaire dismissed it.
"Sorry, Tony. I just missed Peter so much!" she said as Peter gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"I missed you too, Gwen. Tell me, how has been your summer?"
With that they moved towards the dining room, staring in complete awe at the banquet Peter has prepared. The dinner was amazing, talking and laughing. It was such a nice evening, those at the start of the summer when the soft breeze cooling the place.
After they finished the dessert, three chocolate ice cream cups with caramel syrup, they began to stream a Spanish movie, something about a bunch of priest joining a soccer tournament, when the doorbell rang again. Peter looked at his guests, asking if someone else was supposed to come. When they answered that no, anyone’s going to come, Tony decided to be the one to get to the door.
He certainly didn’t expect Steve and his gang at the other side of the door, dressed in full costume that made Tony harden his grip of the doorknob.
“Rogers! Guys! ... What a surprise” he mentally chastised himself for the poor rhyme. “What… What are you doing here? There is a mission and you came to pick them up?”
“... Yes. There’s a mission” answered Steve, his expression softening. Tony had a bad feeling about it. “But it’s here, we don’t have to pick up anyone?”
“What? Here? Shit! PETER! GO TO THE BASEMENT!” Tony was about to get back to the living room when Steve’s grabbed him by the shoulder. Tony choked on his breath, he was going to have a long therapy session next Monday…
“Tony, the mission is here, in this house” surely Tony’s expression must have alarmed Steve as he quickly proceeded to further explain. “Tony, we need to talk”
“Wait,” Tony shook his head. “Are you telling me that your supposed mission is coming to talk with me? Steve, it has been years since I left the Avengers Initiative. Not because I want, but because I can’t pilot my armor after Siberia” He said. Someone could read between the lines that last phrase was a quip at Rogers, but that Captain was a bit dense when he was on a mission. More like, he didn’t pay attention to anything else but what it could affect it.
“Tony, is not about that…”
“Yeah, sure. Then why are you coming to my house close to midnight and saying you want to talk to me?”
“Well, technically, we’re not in your house…” commented the Ant-guy he didn’t remember the name.
“If you only came here to blurb ridiculous remarks like the last one, then you can go and kindly fuck off”
“Wow, so much for old friends” said Clint, winning a tired scowl from Rogers.
“Tony, I know we had been bothering you about returning to the Avengers in the past, but today’s different.” Natasha came to the front and leaned on the door frame, letting Tony see her feminine figure. Strange, at the back of the group, did his best to not to roll his eyes as the ridiculous scene. Wanda looked at him with her eyes narrowed, but he was sure the mind repelling spell was working.
“Yeah, right, like it will not jump to that after today’s pathetic excuse is over. Listen, if you came for anything else, I’d probably would have let you in! Really! Anything else! But no, for you I’m only Iron Man. Tony Stark is only a minor inconvenience as long you have my suits. But listen to this words very carefully: I. AM. RETIRED”
“Tony, I swear, we didn’t come to ask you to rejoin the Aven…”
“Tony? Is something wrong?” asked Peter from behind. Tony turned to see his friends behind his fiancée, and he circle a hand around him. For Peter to feel safe. For him to feel safe. “Are these your friends?”
“Well, you can say that…” smiled Steve before Tony could have the time to answer. Peter looked at Tony and frowned.
“Are these your friends Tony?” he asked again, at which Tony answered with a concerned look, like he was afraid of their reaction if he said no. Then, Peter turned to the others, whose were entertained by giving mean sideyes to Steve and his guys. Deciding to be the adult here, Peter put the most natural smile he could.
“I’m sorry guys. I wish we could invite you in but after today’s dinner we are nearly out of food!” something not completely false, as he was surprised to see how much their guests could eat. And the few left-overs that remained were packaged and ready for their guests to take, he was glad they liked how he cooked. “Why don’t you come next weekend so we have time to go grocery shopping?”
“Like Stark couldn’t call and get a supermarket right here in less than twenty minutes” scoffed Clint again, and this time it was Natasha who scowled at him.
“But it’s true!” Clint protested, and for Peter, it sounded like the neighbours’ toddler when she asked for a popsicle when she had already cookies for the afternoon snack. “Look at that ring! It probably costs more than my arrows”
At that commentary, Peter hid his left hand behind his back, feeling ashamed of his expensive gift. Yes, Tony loved to spend money on him, and Peter loved to wear his gifts to show how much he loved them, like that day’s outfit which were composed of a white, green patterned shirt, high-waisted cropped jeans and red and black espadrilles, all from the designer brand Fendi. Tony’s grip tightened, and Peter could smell the faint scent of his alpha, that citric, woody floral smell emerging past his cologne and the remains of motor oil. Peter surely must have been releasing pheromones too, as Tony got him closer, letting Peter’s head on his chest so he could secretly smell his fresh and fruity scent hidden beneath the smell of the kitchen and his perfume.
“I like to give presents my people I love, and my fiancée specially deserves those presents, no matter how expensive they are” said Tony with a possessive growl.
“That’s what we want to talk about!” exclaimed Steve, like Tony had finally gave the correct of an incredibly easy test. Tony didn’t like the other’s tone at all.
“What? That you don’t like how I spend my money?”
“No! not that. Well, it’s related but…”
“They want you to leave Peter” Carol interrupted, while Gwen was already on a defensive stance.
“Wait what?”
“It’s not what you think Tony!” Steve quickly began. “But, can’t you see? Tony, Peter’s way younger than you, don’t you think that there’s a reason for him to get closer to you?”
“What?” That was Peter’s turn to be confused. What was that man talking about?
“Steve, if you’re implying what I think you’re implying…”
“Tony, please, listen to me. I know what you’re thinking”
“No you’re not”
“Please Tony, let me talk for once. What we’re trying to say is that is not normal that a young man like him came to your life after you retired from the Avengers. How can you trust him?”
“Oh shit. Here we go again” complained Gwen before putting herself between the couple and Steve. “Listen I don’t fucking care you’re my superior because the President decided to get you back to being the public after your tantrum with the Accords. But hear me out when I say that Peter’s not, neither was nor will be a bad influence for Tony. Peter’s true to the bone so please stop this before you get himself in a even more embarrassing position”
“If Peter’s so good then why is he spending all Tony’s money?” asked Wanda. “He’s wearing designer clothes everyone can see that”
“She’s right Tony,” Steve squared up his shoulders, liberating some of his hormones that for Peter they smelled foul and rotten, burying his head on Tony’s chest.
“See? That’s one of his tricks Tony” accused Natasha this time, passing a hand through her hair so she could free some of her pheromones too. For tony they were sickeningly sweet, receiving Peter’s fresh smell like water on a dessert. “He’s playing the helpless deer in front of you to occupy all your time, so you can’t pay attention to most important things”
“And what are those more important things supposed to be?” Tony asked, nearly growling.
That question got them without words. Tony was almost impressed, seeing how suddenly everyone shut up with that question. Of course, Tony knew the answer, and he was sure the others knew it too.
“Hmmm…” Steve began, trying to win some time. “Hummh… Your work with SI…”
“I’ve been reviewing and checking SI most important projects since I retired, and I even get them done myself if there’s a request. I just took a step behind to let new talents grow”
“You? Getting out of spotlight? The world is ending” Wanda scoffed, getting a furious glare for Sam, the only one who didn’t talk, but he barely ever talked besides being Steve’s “yes man”.
“I do it for the people who deserve it, dearie” said Tony with such a saccharine tone that even the pet name sounded like an insult.
“You…” Wanda took a step closer but Steve rushed to calm her.
“Tony please…”
“Please what? You are the one who came into my house asking me to leave my fiancée who is, in fact, the person most important to me” Peter could see how Steve winced at the last sentence. “And, by the way, you didn’t answer my question. What are those “more important things” I need to take priority over Peter?”
“Well…” There was the uncomfortable silence again. “... You were a professor at M.I.T. wouldn’t dating with a former student be bad for your career?”
“Not if I don’t teach him, which I didn’t” Tony said in a matter-of-fact tone. Peter turned to see Rhodes’ barely concealed giggle. At least someone was amused with that situation.”
“And… what about your personal projects? ...Or private requests? ...You can’t take as much requests as before before you spend more time with your… with him” ooh goddammit, that was the last straw.
“What? If they are my personal projects I’ll take my time with them since I have no deadlines or whatsoever. And private requests? Are you serious? I don’t do private requests anymore. Now, if that absurd intention of getting my fiancée, my Peter, away from me is over, get away from my sight. And don’t come back, even if it’s not Avengers business related”
“Tony, I…”
“Leave, just leave Rogers. Please”
“I can’t leave Tony. We can’t leave. Not with Peter’s still at your side”
“Then I’ll have to kick you out”
“Please, Stark, like you can do something to us” Wanda sneered. Something completely foolish, as the other Avengers squared up.
“We’ll be happy to help Tony. I think it will be nice to throw out the trash after that dinner” Luke said.
“Guys, just get out please. I don’t want my house to turn into a battlefield”
“Too late Stark” said the Witch with a bright smile as the rest mist began to circle her, but before any of them could take a step, Stephen made a swift sweeping motion and the portal where they came from engulfed them one by one.
“I’m sorry of their number” apologised the wizard. “And to interrupt you, it seemed you were having a good time”
“Oh! It’s nothing. To be honest, we should thank you” said Peter. “Do you want to enter? I wasn’t lying with the food, but I can make tea and we have some pastries if you want”
“That would be great, actually” Stephen said and all went inside the house. Ster the tea the drinks went, and it was nearly four in the morning when they stopped talking.
“Stephen” Rhodey called before he entered the portal to his room. “Thank you for keeping an eye on them”
“Oh, it’s nothing”
“Seriously, thank you. You always seemed so neutral with this situation, I was impressed when I saw you sweeping them into the portal”
“I wasn’t going to let them hurt two civilians you know? Besides…”
“Yeah?”
“When Peter appeared, I saw their auras. I’ve been in many dimensions and worlds, Rhodey, and I can assure you, few times I’ve seen two auras as combined as theirs. It’s like they were…”
“Soulmates?”
“... Yes, you can say that”
“Keep that for the wedding speech, I’m sure Peter will love it”
“Do you think they’ll invite me?”
“After you saved Peter from Steve and his merry men? I should be afraid of you stealing the best man’s position” Rhodey joked before stepping to the portal. When Strange closed it, he took a last look to the cabin. The was a room light up, and Stephen could imagine them in the kitchen, Peter drinking an infusion while Tony cleaned the dishes. He sighed, wishing for them the best of lucks before going back to the Sanctum.
#starker#tony stark x peter parker#peter parker x tony stark#peter parker#tony stark#anti team cap#just to be sure#my writings
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just right | W.Yukhei.
pairing: lucas x reader
genre: enemies to lovers!au angst + fluff
word count: 3.3k
warnings: language??
request: yes, thank you! i hope its what you wanted <3
You sigh and throw your backpack over your shoulder getting up from your desk, you want to get off of campus as soon as possible. However unfortunately for you your professor stops you on your way out and asks you to stay behind for a few minutes so that he can talk to you about the assignment you had recently handed in.
Speaking to your professor causes your already saddened mood to worsen, he had told you that you did not understand the assignment at all, this frustrated you because you had worked really hard to research for the assignment. Luckily he had said that he is giving you another chance to hand it in. You walk out of your classroom as quickly as you can wanting to get home so that you are able to forget about the worst day you have experienced in a long time.
As you are walking out of the school grounds you keep your head down but it jerks up suddenly when you hear a familiar laugh, you sigh deeply and roll your eyes in annoyance. You thought he would have gone home by now because lectures ended about thirty minutes ago. Lucas and his big group of friends are gathered around a bench laughing, seeing the tall lanky boy across the courtyard made your blood boil, to say that the two of you hate each other would be an understatement. No matter what the two of you did you always managed to irritate one another.
For a moment you think that you might be able to miss interacting with the infuriating boy but you groan softly when you realise that the gate you normally walk out of is closed and that you will have walk directly past the group of arrogant and noisy boys to get off of campus. You keep your head down and walk as fast as you can, hoping that Lucas won’t recognise you and let you walk past peacefully however the universe is not on your side today and you feel your foot suddenly hit something hard and you fall face first onto the ground. You land on your hands and knees with force and feel the concrete pierce your skin when you do, you also feel tears involuntary sting at your eyes when a sharp pain shoots through your knees. You roll over and winch as you do so before sitting on the ground to collect the papers and books you had dropped as you fell.
“I’m so sorry,” Lucas says, and you look up at him quickly and see that, surprisingly, he doesn’t have his signature smirk on his face. “I didn’t see you there.”
You just roll your eyes in response.
“Are you alright?” He asks with a straight face.
“Don’t pretend like you aren’t enjoying this Lucas.” You spit standing up slowly.
“You’re right,” he says as a grin breaks out onto his face, “I am really am enjoying this.”
When he says this the rest of his friends burst out laughing as well, you shake your head and roll your eyes glancing up at Lucas quickly, when you do this you notice that a large smirk is plastered on his face. You shake your head before turning around making your way towards the gate.
“Wait y/n.” you hear Lucas call out for you, this causes you to halt your steps, turn to face the boy and give him a glare.
“What?” You mutter, annoyed.
“You’ve got a little something over there,” he says, the smirk still dancing on his lips, pointing at your knees.
You sigh and look down at your knees only to see blood trickling down one of your shins, you groan slightly and give the annoying boy one last glare before storming off.
When you eventually arrive home you get into the shower to de-stress yourself as well as wash the, now dry blood, off of your skin. After your shower you put on your pyjamas, wincing slightly when your pants come into contact with the large cut on your left knee, and climb into bed, not wanting to have to deal with anything for the rest of the day.
Unfortunately insomnia has gotten the better of you once again and you have spent the last two hours tossing and turning in bed trying to fall asleep, groaning you sit up and throw your duvet off of your legs. You get out of bed and make your way to the front door, deciding to take a small walk down the street to the convenience store and grab something to eat in an attempt to tire yourself out so that you will be able to fall asleep. You put on your shoes, head out onto the pavement and start your short ten minute walk to the little shop.
You walk into the store and greet the cashier with a small, very fake, smile, he returns the smile and you walk over to the ramen section. You search the shelves for your favourite brand and flavour but sadly they don’t have any in stock, you roll your eyes when you see this because you never thought that every single thing could go wrong today, even something as simple as the store running out of your ramen. You sigh and grab a random flavour instead and go to pay before making it and strolling your way over to a bench in the small park opposite the convenience store and sit down to eat your meal.
When you take a bite of the noodles you scrunch your face up in distaste, it tastes horrible. You shove the plastic bowl down onto the bench next to you and feel tears of pure irritation form in your eyes, you sigh loudly and place your head in your hands becoming more irritated by the second at the fact that you had just experienced the worst day of your life and even the thing that was meant to comfort you a tiny bit tastes like crap.
“Look who we have here.” A smug voice says behind you.
“What could you possibly want now?” You snap, turning your head so that you are facing Lucas.
“Calm down princess.” He chuckles and gets ready to say something more, probably an insult, but you interrupt him.
“I’m not in the mood Lucas,” you shake your head and turn away from him.
You would have normally waited for the boys insult and then you would have thrown one right back at him but it is the last thing you feel like doing right now, all you want to do is sleep but you can’t even do that. You feel your frustration build even more and after a few moments you can’t hold back the tears you are trying so desperately to prevent from falling out of your eyes. You sniff softly and reach for the uneaten ramen next to you so that you can leave.
“Oh shit,” Lucas says softly, “are you crying?” He asks you.
You roll your eyes and don’t answer him knowing he will probably tease you further, you turn and face him to see that his eyes are actually filled with concern instead of mock. However you don’t want to believe that the boy in front of you is actually capable of any feelings besides hatred, you roll your eyes once more and make your way past him.
“Wait, y/n.” Lucas says stopping you by grabbing onto your wrist as you walk past, “are you okay?”
“Why do you care?” You mutter and try to shake your wrist out of his grip, it doesn’t work.
“I-I don’t know,” Lucas mumbles in reply, he sounds slightly confused at his own small act of affection.
You turn around so that you can ask him to let go of your wrist but you hesitate when you make eye contact with him and see that there is still a look of concern on his face, however you also notice a small frown covering his features and he looks as if he doesn’t know what he is doing. Lucas blinks a couple of times before loosening his hold on your wrist and you take a step away from him but you don’t walk away just yet, something is keeping you here and you aren’t sure what it is exactly.
“Do you…” Lucas trails off contemplating if he should finish his sentence, “do you want to talk about it?”
Hearing his words you feel your lip quiver slightly, no one has asked you something like that in a long time, not even your really good friends. You look at the floor and sniff softly begging your tears to stop falling because Lucas is truly the last person you want to cry in front of.
“Or I c-could…” He stutters again not knowing how to deal with the situation, “can I hold you until you stop crying?”
You are shocked by his question because the two of you have always been at each other’s throats since the beginning of high school and nothing changed when the two of you started college, and know he wants to hug you. The whole situation seems crazy.
When you don’t answer Lucas’ question he takes your silence as a yes and the boy takes slow, cautious steps towards to you, when you don’t step back he gently places his warm hands onto your shoulders and pulls you closer to his body. When your cheek is pressed against his chest he wraps his arms around your shoulders, and after a few moments you hesitantly bring your arms up to his waist and hug him back.
The air surrounding the two of you for the first few moments of the hug is extremely awkward and you feel very uneasy, you and Lucas haven’t spoken a nice word to each other since you met and now you’re hugging him, but after a while your stiff body begins to relax and you begin to enjoy the warmth of his body, you push the fact that you are hugging the Wong Lucas to the back of your mind and bask in the comfort the skinship is bringing you. You are surprised at how comforting his arms feel wrapped around you, it somehow feels right.
When your breathing evens out and your tears have stopped rolling down your cheeks you remove your arms from Lucas’ waist and step away from him, however you cannot move as far away from the boy as you would like because he keeps his palms on your shoulders. Lucas bends down slightly so that he is at eye level with you and gives you a small smile that doesn’t look forced at all.
“You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” He asks you softly.
“No, is okay.” You mumble, “thank you though, I don’t want to bother you.”
“You won’t be bothering me,” he says shrugging his shoulders, “I’ll buy us some ice cream.” He suggests not waiting for a reply.
You stand on the side of the road more confused than before and watch Lucas walk into the convenience store, a few moments later he walks back out to you holding an ice cream in each hand. He extends one of his hands towards you encouraging you to take the ice cream from him, you do so and mumble a small ‘thank you’. Lucas then places one of his hands on the small of your back and guides you back over to the bench you were sitting on before.
After about five minutes of Lucas encouraging you to open up to him and you resisting, you eventually give in, something inside of you breaks and everything that has been going wrong in the past couple of days, all your pent up feelings and worries just pour out of you, it feels as if you speak everything in one breath. Once you have said all that you want to say you take a deep breath in and out, slump your shoulders and lean your back against the bench.
“I’m sorry,” Lucas says.
“It’s alright,” you sigh, “it’s not your fault.”
“Well I certainly didn’t make anything easy for you,” he mumbles, giving you a guilty smile.
“Don’t worry about it,” you shake your head, “thank you for listening.”
“Anytime,” he tells you.
You stand up and when you do Lucas offers to walk you home you deny his offer, one because you have no idea where he lives and you don’t want to inconvenience the boy and two because you think you’ve had enough of all of the kindness you two are showing each other. However once again the boy insists and now you two are walking side by side in the direction of your home.
On your walk home the two of you talk the whole way and you learn a lot about each other, Lucas is actually a really funny guy and he made you laugh so hard you had tears falling down your face and your sides were aching, you also learned that his real name isn’t Lucas and that it is just a nickname, his real name is Yukhei and only his close friend know this.
You also opened up to him about various things and when the two of you stop in front of your house you are kind of sad, a tiny part of you wants to carry on talking to Yukhei. However you don’t admit it and if he is feeling the same way, he doesn’t either. The both of you say goodnight and you walk into your house and go straight to bed falling asleep almost as soon as your head hits your pillow.
For the rest of the weekend you can’t keep your mind from remembering what happened between you and Yukhei outside of the convenience store. You thoroughly enjoyed his company on the walk back to your house and every time you think of him now a small smile breaks out onto your face. You are assuming that from now on the two of you will be able to treat each other civilly and that you won’t have to argue with him on a daily basis anymore.
Walking onto campus on Monday you have a small spring in your step and for the for what feels like the first time in your whole schooling career you are not dreading the lectures you have to go to and the people you have to deal with. You walk through the gates with your head up and a small smile on your face, your smile widens slightly when you see Yukhei and his large group of friends. When you walk past the group of guys you and Yukhei make eye contact and when you do you smile at him expecting a small grin in return however the boy instead gives you his usual smirk.
“Morning Princess,” he teases you like he normally does.
You steps falter when you hear his tone and watch him laugh with his group of friends.
“Seriously?” You question him, rolling your eyes.
You decide that it’s better to just walk away, not wanting to argue with him in front of the whole courtyard filled with people, so you just make your way to your first lecture with the happy smile that was covering your feature now gone. Sitting through your lectures for the rest of the day was tiring and extremely boring and your mood was changed permanently when you spoke to Wong Yukhei this morning.
You leave campus at the end of the day feeling completely defeated, you had bumped into Yukhei at the cafeteria during lunch and once again he made some snarky comment and you snapped. You yelled at him for being a ‘two faced jerk’ and stormed out of the room leaving him shocked and guilty, however you had left before you could see his eyes fill with regret.
“y/n!” You hear a voice shout after you as you walk out of the front gate of campus.
You turn around sharply recognising the voice.
“What do you want?” You ask Yukhei sharply, yelling slightly.
“I- Uh…” He stutters in reaction to your outburst and you watch him take a step backwards out of pure shock.
“Did what happened on Friday night just slip your mind?” You ask with a raised voice, “are we just going to go back to bickering every day?” You continue shouting.
“No,” he sighs, “Let me explain.” Yukhei tells you taking a few steps forward so that he is standing in front of you.
“You are literally the last person I feel like talking to right now,” you sigh turning around.
“Wait!” Yukhei yells grabbing your wrist turning you around, “I’m sorry.”
You make eye contact with the boy to try and figure out if he is being sincere, you look at him with sad eyes before looking at the ground and trying to pry your arm out of Yukheis’ grip. It doesn’t work causing you to give up.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats, “I wasn’t sure…”
“You weren’t sure?” You chuckle bitterly, interrupting him, “what weren’t you sure of exactly Yukhei?” You question him fiercely.
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted to talk to me,” he almost yells before lowering his voice, “I didn’t know if you liked me.” He sighs.
“Liked you?” You ask him, feeling you face heat up slightly at his words.
“Yes,” he sighs letting go of your wrist, “well no…” He mumbles when he realises what he said and how it can be perceived, you smile softly when you see his cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink as well. “I didn’t know if you wanted to be seen with me.”
You just look at him, he is one of the most popular boys on campus and he is worried that you don’t want to be seen with him? It just doesn’t make any sense.
“Like I didn’t know if Friday night was a onetime thing,” he shrugged scratching the back of his neck, “or if you wanted to hang out with me.”
You look at him in the eyes once again and realize that Wong Yukhei is just as insecure as you are about the whole situation, so you make a gesture that surprises the both of you. You take a step forward so that the two of you are practically chest to chest before wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. You bury your face into his neck and feel him wrap his arms around your waist hugging you back. Yukhei sighs softly into your hair and you feel your heart warm at the feeling of his embrace, everything just feels so right, just like it did on Friday night.
“I do want to talk to you,” you whisper into the base of Yukheis’ neck, “and I do want to hang out with you.” You pause for a moment building up the courage to say what you want to tell him next, “and I do like you.” You mumble, louder than a whisper but not quite a normal voice just yet.
When he hears you say this Yukhei moves his arms so that the palms of his hands are at your waist and pulls away from your embrace so that he can see your face, still holding you close.
“You like me?” He asks you, not exactly sure what you mean by those words and you just nod in reply, “like like me?” He asks again.
“Yes Yukhei,” you laugh at the boys’ uncertain voice, “I like like you.”
You stare into Yukheis’ sparkling happy eyes for a few seconds before he places one of his hands on the back of your head and pulling you into his body once again. You giggle and wrap your arms around him again and he kisses the top of your head causing your stomach to flood with butterflies.
The two of you eventually break apart and Yukhei walks you home once again, this time with hands laced together and large smiles plastered on both of your faces.
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my first: kiss
pairing: lee donghyuck x reader, mark lee x reader
genre: fluff
prompt: Na Jaemin is throwing the yearly end of the summer party and everyone on the block who knows him will be there. High school is merely a week away and y/n is hoping she can kiss her crush of one year before she’s finally a freshman.
a/n: This is officially my first series! It’s small and a good start. If it flops that’s okay, I’m just excited to finally get this idea out of my head and into words. its of course branched from dream’s song ‘my first and last’
other parts:
my first: kiss, date, love
The first boy y/n ever kissed was the summer of her eighth grade year. It was with the out spoken, floppy haired boy from down the block from her house. She didn’t plan for it to happen, in fact she had always imagined that her first kiss wold be more romantic. That maybe there would be something like a movie; maybe the cute boy Renjun- whose mother attended the same book club as y/n’s mother at that annoying girl Sooyeon’s house- would ask her if she would like to buy ice cream while the two of them waited for the club to end. And that it would be something along the lines of a cliche, where he would walk with her around the block and lead her back to her home before her father returned from his office job, and her mother came home with not a page read from her book and the smell of wine still evident on her lips. Renjun would stand on the front step of her typical suburban home and place a delicate first kiss among her lips, and then sprint home with the taste of her peach lipgloss on his own lip.
Instead she had her first kiss with Lee Donghyuck, sometimes called Haechan. The boy with two names was never someone she had pictured sharing a kiss with. She even imagined the shy Lee Jeno from the neighborhood over before ever considering Hyuck. He was borderline obnoxious; he was outspoken and his jokes were only funny to himself and his little band of friends; he looked cute but had nothing good to say; he had a charming smile and was definitely not a kiss she grew up regretting. He lived just a few homes down, and as they grew throughout the entirety of elementary school and early middle together, they became close. Haechan began to walk with her to school and back; it became a norm, nothing special but always a 10 minutes that they enjoyed.
It occurred through an inconvenience, on one of the most important days of the year for anyone who lived in y/n’s neighborhood. Everyone on the street, and then some, was buzzing about the yearly party that Na Jaemin threw just before school would be back in session. This year however, it was more of a big deal since everyone was finally making it into high school. Y/n wasn’t even planning to go this year since every party was the same, and she knew her crush Mark Lee wouldn't be there, he said he couldn’t come to the parties anymore until “everyone else was at least going into sophomore year because he didn’t want to go to a middle school party”. She rolled her eyes at the memory of his words from just last week when he had been hanging out with her and Hyuck at the movies.
“Y/n please will you come with me to the party,” Donghyuck’s voice broke her train of thought. She threw a pillow at him for the third time that evening.
“Hyuck, I would love nothing more than to watch you and Jeno see who can eat the most pizza in ten minutes, but don’t you think the parties are still too childish?” She scrunched her nose up in remembrance of last year when Jeno almost threw up pepperoni pizza all over Jaemin’s backyard porch.
Donghyuck stuck his tongue out at her. “Just because Mark won’t be there this year doesn’t mean you can’t come have fun with your best friends.”
Y/n smacked his arm and Donghyuck let out a small groan.
“It’s not just because Mark won’t be there. I-It’s just because-”
“Oh come on y/n, we all know how big your crush on Mark is. I’m surprised he doesn’t know, but then again he is kind of an airhead.”
A second pillow came flying from the bed and toward Hyuck once more.
“He’s not an airhead! He’s very smart... maybe a little obvious, but still cute...”
Hyuck made a pretend puking sound and rolled his eyes. “Whatever, that’s besides the point! You should come to the party anyways, life isn’t going to wait around, and you shouldn’t wait around for Mark if he thinks he’s too mature for us even though he still hangs out with us every Friday.”
She sat there and considered it for a moment before finally deciding that Hyuck was right, like he usually was.
“Fine we can go, but you better not throw up anywhere near me this year.”
Hyuck beamed at her. “As long as you’ll hold my hair for me”, he responded in a mocking tone
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The Na family’s home was filled to the brim with every new freshman in the neighborhood, give or take a few extra kids. If the parties from prior years seemed crazy, this year was absolutely insane. High school was a looming topic of excitement from the moment these kids started middle school. The years of their lives where nothing mattered and yet everything you did would either be praised or scrutinized under the watchful gaze of their peers.The party was in full swing, the Mountain Dew being spilled all over the porch just like every year and Hyuck laid with his head in Y/n’s lap after winning the pizza contest against Lee Jeno from up the street.
“Oh woe is me and my dear, crippled stomach.”
“Hyuck you literally do this every year,” y/n responded, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “You and Jeno are going to go into a pizza coma one day.”
“As long as you wait for me on the other side while I dream about pepperoni in my coma”, Hyuck grinned.
She rolled her eyes, tossing yet another one of his flirtatious remarks over her shoulder. It wasn’t an unusual thing for them, comments like his just fell from his lips naturally all the time and neither one of them ever bat an eye at it. The two of them sat their peacefully talking about the upcoming week, the first week of their high school careers. The rest of the party was beginning to slow down a bit, now that the pizza was finished off and no one dared to tell Jeno that the low-fi music blasting through the yard speakers was not the mood they were looking for.
Mid-conversation, a voice rang out and tore through the center of what they were talking about.
“What are you kids up to? Has Donghyuck thrown up yet?”
Y/n recognized the voice instantly and shoved Hyuck off her lap, and he landed in the grass with a hollow thud. He let out a soft grown, but y/n was too preoccupied by looking around for Mark Lee, who she had definitely not planned to see tonight. If she had, she definitely wouldn’t be letting Hyuck sweat pepperoni all over her, and she would have worn the cute new blue blouse that her mother had just bought for her rather than her middle school graduation t-shirt and Hyuck’s worn down Adidas hoodie.
Mark was standing at the glass door located at the back of Jaemin’s house, there with him stood one of his new friends that he had met during his freshman year through baseball, Wong Yukhei. Yukhei was tall but not at all lanky, he had a strong build, and it was funny to see him and Mark walk down the hall together because of their fair height difference. Mark is always insisting that he hasn’t peaked yet; that he still has time to get taller. Yukhei being Mark’ sbest friend since the start of his high school career is one reason Y/n is so sure that Mark hasn’t outgrown their little group yet, because Yukhei lit up every time he came to hang out, trailing behind Mark. He found the group to be very fun, sharing the same sense of humor and some similar interests.
Mark walked into the middle of the party, throwing out hellos and high fives to everyone in greeting. Y/n was now standing up, Hyuck behind her like a lost puppy, when Mark walked past her and gave her a small smile. She felt a soft burn on her cheeks, and turned away to avoid Mark’s notice of her blush. A faux vomiting sound emitted from Huck behind her when he noticed her shy demeanor, followed by a groan after she had flicked him in the centre of his forehead.
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Further into the night, the party had died down a bit and eventually made its way into the welcoming living room of the Na family home. Everyone had always thought they were so lucky to have Jaemin, first for his loyalty and caring personality, second for his large home which was perfect for hosting parties no matter the day or time, and third for the part of his personality that conveniently loved to be the host of every ordeal. The home was a beautiful, and not to forget huge, three story estate. Jaemin’s parent’s bedroom was located on the second floor but in another corner of the home meaning that they were hardly ever bothered by the amount of noise that was expected from any high school party.
Mark Lee was sitting in the middle of the couch, Yukhei to his right and Y/n on the left. It was difficult to spend any time with Mark anymore, with him being occupied with travel baseball and hanging out with his older high school buddies. Y/n was going to take the small opportunities she could get , and maybe Mark would see how much more mature she was than the rest of their friends.
“Well guys this party is starting to... bore me. I think I’m going to head out,” Mark spoke up.
Suddenly Sana from the other side of the neighborhood spoke up.
“Wait! I thought since we’ll be in high school next week... maybe we should play a high school game...”
Hyuck rolled his eyes at her. “Oh is a pizza eating contest not a mature enough game for us to play, Sana?”
Her face turned a light red as she used her elbow to jab him in the ribs. Sana was always a very shy girl. Every once in a while she would throw in a comment or suggestion but many of the groups decisions was made without her. She was passive and didn’t like to expose much of her own personality. Y/n had guessed that it was because she had one of the biggest crushes on Lee Jeno. He was a sweet boy, and has one of the most precious smiles that y/n had ever seen. He was very easy to get along with and was Jaemin's closest friend out of the whole group. Y/n almost felt bad for Sana because everyone knew the Jeno had been crazy for then same girl since the middle of seventh grade, and still has yet to ask her out, but the guys knew who it was and could only tell y/n that it was definitely not Sana but couldn’t say who it was specifically. Yet Sana knows that he doesn’t feel the same and still trails beside him at parties like a sad puppy waiting to have the tennis ball thrown for her.
“I thought that maybe we could play seven minutes in heaven.. just so we have our first kiss before high school..?”
Sana was making a risky suggestion, and there was a mixed reaction among everyone that had heard what she mumbled. Jeno’s features were calm, but everyone knew that her end goal was to end up in the closet with him and so did he.
“Sure why not? Unless you’re all too scared...” said Mark, ever the typical teenage boy anymore.
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That was how the ten of them ended up on the floor of the living room, seated in a large circle. There was an empty Diet Coke bottle in the center of everyone that Jaemin found abandoned on on the kitchen counter. Anxiousness was settled over all the kids like a thick blanket, and y/n was sitting cross legged nervously playing with her hands. Hyuck sat next to her, seemingly calm despite the fact that he had also never kissed anyone and wasn't really planning on having his first kiss tonight behind the old wooden door of Jaemin’s family’s coat closet.
Mark clasped his hands together and said,” Okay, it’s simple. Spin the bottle and whoever it points at after the spin will be the lucky person you’ll be in the closet with. We’ll go clockwise”
Yukhei was the first person to spin, happily landing on Seulgi. The time that was wasted as they waited in the closet was awkward. It was filled with unwanted small talk and tentative glances towards the closet door that was located at the end of the hall, adjacent to the front door of the home. Everyone tried their best to have fun and not think about whether not Yuhkei and Seulgi were actually even doing anything besides talking behind the closed door. Hyuck tried to make the atmosphere more humorous by cracking terrible jokes that made most everyone groan, but specifically made y/n giggle and snort more than she would like to admit.
When they emerged, Seulgi was red in the face and hurried out. She reclaimed her seat next to Sana in a rush, before Yukhei had even shut the closet door. The grin on his face was smug, but not to obnoxious. It was clear that it wasn’t his first kiss, especially with a face like that.
As time passed there had been as least four more spins, each pair making their way to the closet. There were till only a few more people who needed to spin, and some people even had to go more than once; poor Sana had to kiss two boys and neither of them being Jeno. It was tragically y/n’s turn, and she couldn’t keep the light feeling from evading her head space.
“Okay Y/n, are you ready to spin the bottle?” Mark said, the small glance and lip bite he made in her direction going unnoticed.
She tentatively put her fingertips on the body of the bottle, the glass cool against her skin. She closed her eyes and flicked her wrist to send the bottle spinning between the group. When she re-opened them her heart stopped beating to find that the top of the bottle had finished spinning and was now pointing directly at none other than Mark Lee. The tips of his ears were visibly red, and he sent her a small smirk.
Suddenly Y/N was behind the heavy wooden door, trying to get rid of the clammy feeling on her hands as she waited for Mark to come in. Her heart was beating right out of her chest, and she turned away from the door attempting to take her mind off of what was to come. Will she be a good kisser? Does Mark even want to kiss her? Will this make her crush on him more evident?
Soon the heavy door opened with a subtle creak in the door frame, and she felt the slight breeze of the door fan her face. To her surprise, the panicked face in front of her belonged to not Mark, but Hyuck. She was prepared to swat as him when he he raised his arms in self defense.
“Hey hey hey! Don’t swing at me!”
“Donghyuck you better have a good explanation for this,” she said sternly.
“Y/n.... I, uh... I asked Mark if I could trade with him! I couldn’t let him be your first kiss!”
She let out a groan, “Hyuck why! You know how I feel about Mark.”
He let at an awkward chuckle and spoke hurriedly, ”Yeah but we’re best friends! That’ll make it more special than if something goes wrong with Mark.. you won’t regret your first kiss with me!”
y/n was quiet now as she listened to Hyuck ramble on, her eyes fixated on the floor.
“Mark... left didn’t he? Because I’m just a freshman,” she asked her best friend. “Isn’t thtat right Hyuck? Because I’m still a child to him.”
It was now Donghyuck’s turn to look away from her, not wanting to see the disappointment in her eyes.
“y/n,” he began, when he was suddenly cut off by the feeling of her soft, delicate lips on his. The kiss was chaste, but enough that he could taste the fruity lipgloss that she was always wasting time applying.
When she stepped back she saw how wide his eyes had grown, even in the dimly lit closet. She gave him a small smile.
“Thank you, Donghyuck,” she whispered. “Walk me home?”
Hyuck was still processing the fact that he had also just received his first kiss as y/n took him by the hand and opened the closet door. The pair walked through the open foyer that would allow them to avoid the living room that the game had taken place and took them directly to the front door where they collected their belongings.
The night ended just like any other night, playful bickering and a promise of walking together for the first of their freshman year.After y/n had said her good night to Hyuck he couldn’t help but allow his fingertips ghost over the spot on his arms that her hand had held onto during the walk home, warmth still blooming where her delicate fingers had been. He walked home with a goofy smile plastered on his face, content that his first kiss was shared with the first girl he’s ever loved.
#lee donghyuck#haechan#nct#nct dream#nct 2018#nct imagine#lee haechan#haechan imagiine#donghyuck imagine
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