CHARACTERS: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna and yuta [as guest!]
SYNOPSIS: how the jjk men reacts when you kiss them with lip balm on
FORMAT: drabble
WARNINGS: cute shit, kissing, not proofread
[a/n] received some positive feedback for yuta so we're including this bb boi because he deserves attention
🩵 Gojo Satoru
Gojo notices immediately.
“strawberry?”
You barely get to answer before he’s kissing you again just to “double check.”
Then again...and again...
At some point you’re pushing his face away whining from his disgusting antics. He just grins like an idiot, “C’mere, I need more. My lips are dry.”
“Toru you’re literally eating my lip balm.”
“Mhm.” another kiss. “Need more moisturizer.”
“Get your own!”
“Sharing is caring.”
This man is HORRIBLE because now he keeps asking for kisses whenever your balm smells good. Bonus points if it’s glossy because he likes seeing the shine transfer onto him 😭 He's the kind who checks himself in reflective windows afterward too.
🩶 Geto Suguru
The second he realizes you have balm on, he internally sighs.
Not because he dislikes it...nope. He just isn't used to having his lips feel all sticky.
You pull away smiling while he stares at you with the most tired expression imaginable.
“…You enjoy tormenting me.”
“You looked dehydrated.”
“I was fine.”
“You looked crusty.”
His eye twitches one from the new sensation on his lips and two from the offensive comment you made.
Suguru acts annoyed the entire time but five minutes later he’s subconsciously rubbing his lips together because they feel softer now.
He dies before admitting it though.
💛 Nanami Kento
This man is literally the human embodiment of hydration, SPF 50, 8hrs of sleep, daily vitamins, and 8 glasse of water a day.
You once jokingly called him “clinically healthy” and he just adjusted his glasses and said thank you 😭
So when you kiss him with balm on, he doesn't comment much of it. Instead, he notices something different.
“You changed brands.”
“…What.”
“The old one had more shea butter.”
Sometimes he’ll even stop you before missions to hand you your own balm because “your lips are dry.”
It's YOU who often steals his chapstick 🥹
🖤 Fushiguro Toji
“The fuck is this greasy shit??”
“It’s lip balm, you greasy man.”
He absoluttely KNOWS you’re messing with him. So, this menace would grab your cheeks locking you in place and kisses you again with WAY more tongue just to lick all of it off out of spite.
Absolutely terrible human being.
“There. Fixed it.”
“You’re so DISGUSTING! That costs at least $10!”
“$10?! Why the hell would you put shit that expensive on your mouth when you can just use cooking oil?”
“You are NEVER touching me again.”
“Yeah? C’mere.”
Worst part is now he intentionally steals kisses right after you reapply because he thinks your annoyed reactions are funny. Sometimes he literally watches you put balm on from across the room like a predator about to hunt.
“You done?”
“Toji don’t—”
♥️ Kamo Choso
Choso genuinely doesn’t care really.
You could have the stickiest glitteriest gloss imaginable or the driest chapped lips known to mankind and he’d still kiss you like you hung the moon 🥹
Actually, he gets happy about it because, “you still wanted to kiss me even with the balm? 🥹”
“…why wouldn’t I?”
“Because you like your makeup and I know makeup costs something.” 😭
Now YOU feel bad because why does he sound genuinely touched that you’d “risk” your expensive lip products for him???
Meanwhile he’s just smiling softly because he likes every version of your affection, sleepy kisses, rushed kisses, balm kisses, messy kisses, cheek kisses, sweaty arms kisses.
This man is honestly just happy to be given affection by you 😭
Sometimes you'd even catch him secretly using your balm because,
“if it helps your lips, maybe it will help mine too.”
PROTECT THIS MAN AT ALL COSTS PLEASE 😭
🩷 Sukuna Ryomen
“What is on your mouth.”
“Tinted balm.”
“It is disgusting. Why?”
“So my lips don’t crack???”
Sukuna looks genuinely offended by the concept. But continues to kiss you anyway. And then would pull back with THE MOST judgmental stare ever.
“Nauseating!”
“Then why do you keep kissing me?!”
Acts like he’s enduring unimaginable suffering but his one hand is already pulling you into his lap. Would still complain the ENTIRE time too.
“Humans are so high maintenance.”
Every time you pull away he just drags you right back like he has something to prove. Complains the ENTIRE time too.
“This sticky nonsense is all over my mouth now!”
“You’re the one who keeps coming back!”
“Hm. Maybe your mouth is tolerable.”
That is basically Sukuna’s version of a love confession btw.
And god forbid it’s tinted because now there’s faint color transferred onto his lips and he looks EVEN more annoyed about it, “You stained me.”
“You look pretty.”
“Watch your tongue.”
🤍 Okkotsu Yuta
This boy would come home from the most stressful special grade missions half dead and your kisses are literally the first thing he needs to heal himself 🥹
He’ll literally walk through the door with his sword still in hand, eye bags darker than his uniform, and would visually melt the second you cup his face.
But the moment he sees your lips shining he PULLS BACKeven though you’ve already got him trapped in your arms.
“…Baby there’s balm on your lips.”
“And?”
“It feels weird :(((”
“You’re whining because my lips are moisturized?”
“I’m not whining.”
He is.
But he still lets you kiss him again immediately afterward.
Eventually he just sighs and accepts his fate because refusing your kisses is objectively worse than having sticky lips.
“I keep telling you to stop skipping skincare with your lips! Look, your eye bags are lightening now. But your lips? Nasty crusty.”
He would only look at you lovingly because "yup, I'm home." He loves hearing you fuss over him 😭
And after a few weeks of being home and being under your care again, he starts stealing your balm when he thinks you’re not looking. Pretends he’s “just holding it” but suddenly his lips are glossy too???
“Yuta is that my tinted balm.”
“…No.”
“Your lips are literally red.”
“…Oh.”
[a/n] had this idea just today after kissing my boyfriend with my tinted balm and whined literally how geto here is lol
Summary: When a trigger sends Bucky back into the grip of the Winter Soldier, he shadows you with an unyielding protectiveness that leaves the team on edge, though he doesn't harm anyone. After days of tension and careful steps, Bucky finally breaks through the icy barrier, returning to himself in a quiet, tender moment, finding solace in your presence.
You should’ve known something was wrong the moment Bucky went still.
One second, the mission was wrapping up—just another Hydra facility wiped off the map, just another set of goons taken down. The next, something triggered him. A phrase muttered in Russian over a radio, the faintest crackle of a long-dead handler’s voice. You saw the shift in his posture before he even turned around, the telltale tightening of his jaw, the blankness overtaking those usually warm blue eyes.
Bucky Barnes was gone.
The Winter Soldier stood in his place.
And yet—he didn’t hurt you.
Not when he turned to face the team, his body language bristling with danger. Not when Steve hesitated before stepping forward, his hands raised in a placating gesture. And certainly not when you cautiously called his name, your voice softer than the others.
Instead, the Soldier moved between you and everyone else.
A shield.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
Back at the Tower, you thought the episode would pass. That maybe, after a few hours, after enough familiar sights and sounds, Bucky would shake it off like he always did.
But the Soldier wasn’t leaving. And he had decided you were his mission.
Not to eliminate.
To protect.
At first, it was just hovering. You moved—he followed. You sat—he stood at your back, ever watchful. The others gave him space, exchanging worried glances when they thought you weren’t looking. Steve was tense, obviously trying to figure out how to break through, while Tony was less patient about it.
“This is a problem,” Stark declared after the first few hours, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter. “I mean, I hate to be the one to say it, but we have a fully armed, brainwashed assassin in the Tower again, and we all know how that went last time.”
“He’s not attacking anyone,” Natasha pointed out.
“Yet,” Tony shot back.
You ignored the argument as best you could, focusing instead on cooking something for Bucky—something normal, something familiar, something that might ground him. His eyes tracked you the entire time.
Then you miscalculated the heat on the stove.
The oil in the pan hissed and spat, and a second later, you hissed too as a sharp sting bloomed across your palm. You barely had time to react before there was a sudden blur of motion.
Bucky was on you instantly.
His flesh hand gripped your wrist, his metal one hovering protectively over the stove, as if it had personally attacked you. His face was unreadable, but his grip was firm, his hold gentle as he examined the burn.
“I’m okay,” you assured him, but he wasn’t listening.
Instead, he took the cold pack you hadn’t even reached for yet and pressed it carefully to your palm, his jaw tight, his brows furrowed in focus. You exchanged a look with Steve over Bucky’s shoulder, and the Captain exhaled, something like relief flashing in his eyes.
He was still in there.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
The Soldier continued shadowing you for the next two days, much to Tony’s frustration. But as Natasha had pointed out—he wasn’t hurting anyone.
Unless they posed a threat to you.
That was something Steve learned firsthand during a sparring session. You had barely landed a hit before Bucky, watching from the sidelines, had moved. The next thing you knew, Steve was on his ass, blinking up at the ceiling, while Bucky stood between you like a human wall, eyes cold and calculating.
“For the record,” Steve grunted as he sat up, rubbing his ribs, “I was letting her win.”
Bucky wasn’t convinced.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
It wasn’t until you needed a medical checkup that things really came to a head.
“Barnes, I have to actually examine her,” Dr. Cho said patiently, eyeing where Bucky stood between you and the med bay’s equipment.
“No,” he replied flatly.
“Bucky—” you tried.
“The room is secure.”
“That’s not the—”
“She does not require assistance.”
“I do require assistance,” you corrected. “Because I burned my hand and twisted my shoulder thanks to a certain super soldier overreacting in the gym.”
Bucky didn’t move.
You exhaled slowly.
“Okay,” you said, shifting tactics. “Then stay.”
That got his attention.
“If you want to make sure nothing happens to me,” you reasoned, “then you can stay here. But you have to let the doctor check me out.”
His expression was unreadable for a long moment. Then, after what felt like an eternity—
“…Understood.”
Progress.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
When it finally broke, it wasn’t dramatic.
There was no grand trigger, no huge revelation.
Just a moment of quiet.
You had fallen asleep on the couch, exhaustion finally winning after two days of Bucky’s overprotective hovering. When you woke up, it was to warm hands gently brushing over your wrist—both flesh and metal, but softer this time, as if relearning the feeling of touching you.
And then you heard it—his breath hitching.
A tiny, barely-there sound, but one filled with something raw.
You blinked sleepily, looking up.
Bucky was staring at you. Not the Soldier. Bucky.
His face was pale, his jaw tight, his eyes wide—his real eyes.
“…Doll?” His voice cracked over the word, like it had been caught in his throat.
You smiled sleepily, shifting so your fingers curled around his. “Hey, Buck.”
His exhale was shaky. His shoulders sagged. And when you tugged him down to you, he didn’t resist.
He just buried his face in your neck and held on.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
“You scared the hell out of me, you know,” you murmured later, your fingers absentmindedly running through his hair as he rested against you.
You were sitting in the drawing room, comfortably reading, while Scorpius had been happily entertaining himself by digging through an old box of photos Draco had left on the coffee table.
All had been peaceful—
Until Scorpius gasped so loudly, you nearly dropped your book as your hand moved to your growing belly.
“MUMMY!”
You blinked, looking up to see your son clutching a very old photograph, his silver eyes huge with excitement.
You smiled. “What is it, love?”
Scorpius practically bounced as he shoved the picture at you.
It was a Hogwarts-era photo—a younger you, your Hufflepuff scarf wrapped around your neck, smiling and waving at the camera. Draco stood beside you, arms crossed, pretending not to smile (but absolutely failing).
“Mummy,” Scorpius breathed, pointing an excited little finger at the yellow and black scarf. “Were you in—” His voice dropped to a dramatic whisper, “Hufflepuff?!”
You laughed, brushing a strand of blonde hair from his face. “Yes, sweetheart,” you said warmly. “I was a Hufflepuff.”
Scorpius GASPED.
Like, actual hand-over-heart, staggered-back gasp.
Draco, just entering the room, raised an eyebrow. “What now?”
Scorpius whipped around, pointing accusingly at his father.
“Papa, DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS?!”
Draco sighed, setting down his tea. “Yes, Scorpius. I’ve known for years.”
Scorpius ignored him, turning back to face you with renewed determination. “MUMMY.”
You, amused beyond belief, tilted your head. “Yes, love?”
Scorpius took a deep breath—as if about to declare something of world-changing importance—then shouted,
“I WANNA BE A HUFFLEPUFF TOO!”
Draco choked on air.
You beamed. “Oh? You do?”
Scorpius nodded so aggressively his blond curls bounced. “YES! I wanna be just like Mummy! Hufflepuff is the best!”
Draco, rubbing his temples, muttered, “Oh, Merlin help me.”
Scorpius whipped back around, pointing dramatically. “PAPA, YOU WERE IN SLYTHERIN, RIGHT?”
Draco eyed him warily. “Yes…”
Scorpius squinted at him suspiciously. “And you married MUMMY?”
Draco crossed his arms. “Obviously.”
Scorpius gasped again, spinning back to face you. “DOES THAT MEAN I CAN MARRY A SLYTHERIN TOO?!”
You laughed, ruffling his hair. “You can marry whoever you want, sweetheart.”
Scorpius giggled, looking far too pleased. “Okay! But first, I’m gonna be a Hufflepuff!”
Draco groaned, collapsing into the nearest chair. “Lucius is going to pass out when he hears this.”
Scorpius grinned, climbing into your lap. “That’s okay! Mummy can fix him!”
You, you were laughing too much to correct him, as you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I think you’d make a wonderful Hufflepuff, sweetheart.”
Scorpius snuggled into you, sighing happily, and Draco....
Draco suffered in silence.
Because his son, the heir to the great Malfoy name, was now a proud future Hufflepuff.
no woman should ever have to explain why she doesnt do something to her body.... 'why don't you wear makeup?' 'why don't you shave?' like. thats what i look like. idk what to tell you
Welcome to the first part of the TTPD x SVT series! Introducing you to our adorable maknae, who has been the biggest inspiration for me to create and finish a story this week. This song is dedicated to all the dreamers, the fangirls, and those seeking to be treated right. Enjoy!
PAIRING: idol!chan x gn!reader
GENRE: angst (too much delusional)
WARNINGS: mentions of food and drinks, suggestive, reader has a boyfriend, a few curse words
WORD COUNT: 3.8k
Series Masterlist | Next
"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞"
It wasn't supposed to end like this. This journey was supposed to be a brief interlude in the grand scheme of things. Yet, here you are. In this reality. In this present.
You were running late that day.
Well, at least that's how you look at it. You prided yourself on never making anyone wait—a firm believer that punctuality was a virtue you held dear, never wanting to inconvenience others. Everything you needed was already prepared and waiting by the door. As you waited for your ride, you have your best friend on the phone.
"And then how's the boyfriend?"
"He's great."
"You're still seeing him," he remarked, more to himself than to you. You found it unusual to hear his tone lacking the usual enthusiasm as you were more accustomed to his cheerful demeanour.
"It's not that easy, Cheol."
"Fine, we'll talk when you get here. By the way, I know you're not good with strangers, but is it alright if I ask one of my members to pick you up instead? I'm out of the way, and he'll pass by your apartment on the way. It's alright if you don't want to, though."
Do I have a choice? you wanted to retort, but you knew Seungcheol too well. He was the kind of person who wouldn't even let you open the door for yourself; he was just that thoughtful.
"Is he nice?"
"Very much, unlike that dick you're dating. He's the baby in our group!" You ignored his not so subtle insult he just threw about your boyfriend. You sense a hint of pride visible in his voice. So you tried to tease lightly to lighten the mood, "So, a superstar's gonna drive me?"
"Hey, why don't you say that when I'm the one driving you?"
"Fine. I trust your judgment. Just, tell him I'm super awkward, alright?"
"Don't worry. He's pretty good with people. I'll tell him not to be weird."
"𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬
𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧' 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬
𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐱"
"Hi, I'm Lee Chan!"
You went to step out on the porch a full 30 minutes earlier than planned, determined not to keep your ride waiting. The early morning air was crisp, and the faint glow of dawn was just beginning to lighten the sky. Just as you took the first step down the porch stairs, a car pulled into your driveway, surprising you.
You quickly gathered all your things. Lee Chan greeted you with a friendly smile, and you returned the gesture with a bow before carefully getting into the passenger seat. "Good morning, hi! I'm so sorry. I really hope I'm not bothering you."
"Not really, it's fine. I'm going to pass by your apartment anyway."
"Cheol insists and I couldn't say no," you explained, feeling immense gratitude for his understanding. His tone was light and easygoing, which calmed you a bit.
"Well, it's Cheollie. It's fine, really!" he laughed, clearly trying to ease any tension, which seemed to work. "It's okay if you want to stay silent, alright? I'll just turn on the radio. I hope you don't mind."
"Oh no, I don't. It's your car."
During the drive, the boy made light small talk, about the weather, your impression of South Korea so far, and how you and Seungcheol knew each other, "We go way back, like elementary school levels," you shared, smiling at the memories. "I appreciate how he hasn't forgotten his roots, even after all the achievements he's had." You also mentioned that you were a sound engineer.
His friendly demeanour and natural charm made the journey feel shorter than it was. You found yourself laughing at his jokes and stories, enjoying the unexpected company.
You had arrived at the studio without realizing it.
"Hey Chan, thank you so much for this. I owe you," you expressed your gratitude as you both got out of the car, very appreciative of his kindness.
"Don't mention it!" he replied with a smile, waving goodbye as you went your separate ways.
You met Seungcheol in the cafeteria to grab breakfast and catch up before proceeding with the recording. As you watched from the control room, you were overjoyed with all the gadgets and equipment, finding it a little funny and impressive how all thirteen boys managed to record so quickly, considering they only got 1-2 lines per song.
The atmosphere in the studio was lively, and you couldn't help but feel excited to be a part of it all.
The recording process stretched on for a week, followed by several more weeks for mastering. During this time, you had the opportunity to build a rapport with the staff, particularly with Jihoon, whose dedication and talent in producing the songs left you in awe each day.
You also had the chance to meet the other members, but your interactions were quite limited due to their celebrity status. They were always surrounded by tight security, even within the studio premises, unless Seungcheol came to check in on you. One time, while you were helping out the audio department, Seungcheol checked on you along with Chan.
"What are you even doing here? You don't even care about me," Jihoon playfully chided, nudging Chan away as he reached for the audio mixer's controls.
"It's because I'm not here for you, loser! I'm checking in on YN!" They were playfully pushing each other, almost like kids playing, which you were grateful for, or else they would've seen how red you turned.
Jihoon settled back into his big ass producer chair, a big grin on his face and you couldn't help but feel that he needed that short break; he had been working nonstop the whole day, glued to that chair. "What a friend you are, Chan."
"Hi Y/N! How are you?" Chan greeted warmly with his signature charm, his smile infectious.
"Chan, hey. I'm good. Actually just being amazed every day by Jihoon," you tried to express your admiration for his talent. The two boys joined in, showering Jihoon with compliments, and you could see the blush on his face, a clear sign of the love and appreciation he received from everyone. You thought he was humble.
As you and Chan caught up, you couldn't help but notice the genuine kindness and warmth in Chan's demeanor.
This led you to look at him in a way you knew you shouldn't, feeling a fleeting moment of attraction that left you momentarily conflicted, your thoughts briefly drifting to your boyfriend. Your mind wandered, 'When will my own boyfriend ask me how I am?'
Scoups announced they had to leave.
"Ji, take care of Y/N," they bid their goodbyes and exchanged hugs. Chan surprised you by pulling you into a hug as well. As you felt his embrace, you couldn't shake the feeling of longing that lingered after he left, a stark contrast to the fleeting thought of your boyfriend.
"𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧
𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧?"
When the mastering was completed, a company party was held to celebrate the accomplishments, but it was exclusive to all creatives responsible for the producing and mastering. You were fortunate enough to be friends with Seungcheol and had also won Jihoon's friendship along the process, so you received an invite.
At the party, you mingled with many of the creatives, expanding your network and soaking in the knowledge and experiences of seasoned professionals. You found yourself inspired by their stories and insights, feeling more motivated than ever to pursue your own career in the industry.
As the night went on, you couldn't help but reflect on how far you had come since starting your journey. A beautiful warm feeling in your heart as you look at all the opportunities you had received and excited for what the future held.
The party had a semi-formal dress code, so you opted for smart slacks to ensure comfort throughout the evening.
As your social battery began to drain, you found a moment to sit down at a round table. A waiter promptly served your food, and shortly after, Chan approached and asked, "Is this seat taken?"
"No, go ahead, sit."
True to form, Chan's presence was comforting, and any hint of your earlier drained battery seemed to vanish as if Chan had electrified you with energy.
You both shared laughs, with Chan mostly cracking jokes and pointing out random people, sharing funny anecdotes about them. You found this particularly amusing as you had met and knew half of them from the mastering process.
"Have you tried their cocktail yet? It's so good!"
"Oh, and don't forget to apply Vaseline to your lips every night."
"Moisturizer! Every time I finish shaving."
He was just an ordinary guy, chatting with you about the most everyday things. That's what you liked about Chan—there was never a dull moment when he was around. You were starting to get used to his presence, finding comfort in his company.
Seungcheol and Jeonghan took seats in front of you. "Is this guy bothering you, Y/N?" Seungcheol asked jokingly.
"Why would you even say that?" the boy beside you just whined like a baby. You laughed and carried on with your conversation, enjoying the lively atmosphere of the party.
After a few drinks, the both of you were now eating pasta. Chan took a bite from your plate, and a piece fell on your thigh. "Shit, I'm sorry," he exclaimed.
You both burst into hysterical laughter at the randomness of the situation. Chan quickly took the piece off, whilst you're relieved that you were wearing pants. A faint stain was left, "Hey, it looks like a cursive 'M.'"
As Chan's finger traced the cursive "M" on your thigh, you couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions. His touch, so gentle yet electrifying, sent a shiver down your spine, and a warm sensation spread through your body. His smile was innocent, but the effect it had on you was intense. You were acutely aware of the world around you seemingly stopping, leaving just the two of you trapped in a bubble with his burning touch.
You locked eyes with Chan, and for a moment, you couldn't help but notice how close he was. His presence was comforting yet exhilarating, and you found yourself leaning slightly into his touch, wanting more but also hesitant to show it. You were lost in the moment, caught between the warmth of his touch and the realization that this was a line you shouldn't cross.
Eventually, the spell was broken as Soonyoung approached to whisk Chan away for another one of their antics. As Chan withdrew his hand, the spell seemed to break, and you became aware of the bustling party around you once again. You could feel your cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement, and you quickly looked away to try to compose yourself.
He excused himself and as you watched them go, you couldn't shake the feeling of being caught in a surreal moment, wondering what it all meant and where it might lead.
In front of you, you felt a burning gaze. "What?"
"Can I talk to you?" Seungcheol asked, his tone serious as he gestured towards an empty hallway.
"What are you talking about?" You tried to keep your voice low, but you already had a feeling of where this conversation was going.
"You know, I wouldn't mind it because you're seeing a jerk and I want you to be happy. But Chan? It's Chan who you fell for?" Seungcheol's tone was a mix of confusion and concern.
"Can you please lower your voice? People might hear you!" Y/N whispered urgently, glancing around to make sure they weren't drawing attention.
"You—" Seungcheol paused, catching himself before saying something he might regret. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts.
When he finally regained his composure, he looked at you, silently urging you to continue. He's never given this look at you before so you just looked down in fear, "how did you know?"
"Uhm, the way you looked?" You met his gaze, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you. "Sorry, but it wasn't that subtle, just in case you don't know." You groaned, feeling like your secret was suddenly out in the open when it was supposed to be locked up in a tiny vault, never to be opened.
"Damn it. It was your fault!"
"Mine?!" As the ever-good leader of Seventeen group, Seungcheol was obviously taken aback by this accusation.
"You introduced him to me!" You tried pointing out, but even you weren't convinced by it. You just fell, and you fell hard.
"Oh my god, you've been crushing on him since that day?" The man in front of you looked so pale like a ghost.
"What's so bad about Chan? I get that I'm seeing someone right now, but it's not like something will blossom from this. I'm coming home in a few days anyway," you defended.
"I don't know. It's just weird. He's like a little brother," Seungcheol explained, trying to make sense of his feelings.
"I hate to break it to you, Cheol, but he's an adult and he's not your kid."
Their conversation was cut short when they heard the boys running down the hallway, their voices loud and boisterous.
"Cheollie!" Mingyu called out, followed by Soonyoung and Chan, their voices filled the empty hallway like a bunch of kids running around.
"See what I mean?" You actually found the situation funny, you got his look understanding exactly what he was referring to.
"Hey, is it alright if I bail early? I suddenly don't feel well," you asked, your expression turning slightly uneasy.
"I'll tell my driv--" Seungcheol was interrupted by Mingyu crashing into him and hiding behind his back.
"Cheollie, look at these two!" Mingyu exclaimed, attempting but failing to hide himself.
"I swear to god if you three don't behave yourselves! We're at a company event, not in a GOSE episode," Seungcheol scolded. You felt like he had been through so much that night already—dealing with you and Chan, and then managing the antics of the other boys too.
He then turned to you, "Just tell my driver to come back right after. This party doesn't seem like it's ending soon."
"Huh? You're leaving already, Y/N?" Chan asked disappointment was evident in his tone, but you didn't dwell on it too much.
"Yeah, I don't really drink much, so I got a little light-headed with the drinks we had."
"Oh, I didn't even feel a kick," he boasted.
"Of course, frat boy, it's you," Soonyoung teased him. You don't know why boys do that but they seem to always slap some shit out of their friends when they're all teasing.
"Oy! I'm not a drunk!"
"Yeah, right," Mingyu joined.
"Well, good night, everyone!" you bid your farewell and started to make your way back inside.
"Can I walk you, at least?" Chan offered, looking genuinely concerned.
You exchanged a glance with the eldest, "Oh, it's fine. I'm good. Thank you for the offer, though," you tried to sound politely as you can, feeling a mix of relief and uncertainty about your decision.
"Alright, well have a good night, Y/N," Chan said warmly, bidding you goodbye as the others chimed in to greet too.
You turned to leave the party coming home with a pang of regret, wondering if you should have accepted Chan's offer after all.
Returning to your apartment, the weight of disappointment that usually accompanied your boyfriend's predictable good morning text was conspicuously absent. Instead, there was a curious sense of relief, as if a burden had been lifted from your shoulders.
As you settled in, the memory of Chan lingered, his presence more vivid than ever. You couldn't shake the feeling of warmth that had enveloped you in his company, a stark contrast to the mundane routine of your current relationship.
The night replayed in your mind like a movie. You remembered the way Chan's eyes lit up when he talked about his passions, the genuine interest he showed in your own stories, and the way he made you feel seen and understood in a way your boyfriend never had. The laughter, the camaraderie, the easy banter with Chan—all of it felt more real and vibrant than anything you had experienced in a long time.
You remember the way his finger drew burns on your skin.
You couldn't help but compare the excitement and genuine connection you felt with Chan to the monotony and predictability of your relationship with your boyfriend. His single text message, a mere formality, now seemed like a stark reminder of what was lacking in your current situation.
Despite the late hour and the day's activities leaving you tired, sleep eluded you as you lay in bed, your thoughts consumed by Chan. You found yourself wondering about what could've been.
You hadn't returned to the studio since the party, as you weren't needed there anyway.
"Cheol, I'm coming home early," you decided, thinking it would be best to leave before your feelings grew unrequited.
"I thought you still had a few more days?" even through a phone call, his surprised voice is pretty evident.
"Yeah, I thought I'd start early, you know? Got a lot to prepare."
"Alright, well, this is so sudden. I planned on hanging out before you leave but, if that's what you want, sure. Do you already have your plane ticket?" he inquired.
"Yup. Find someone else to spoil, not me. You've already spoiled me enough with this part-time opportunity!" you joked. "I can't thank you enough."
"What can I say? I'm the best."
"You actually are," you admitted sincerely, feeling a warmth in your chest from the precious relationship you have with your best friend.
"Well, when will I see you again?" he asked, even if you haven't left yet, you can already hear the longing in his voice.
In school reunions?" you joke to try to lighten the mood.
"Ha-ha."
"I'm just a phone call away, Cheol," you reassured him, hoping to offer some comfort. The bond you shared was strong, and you knew that no matter the distance, your friendship would endure.
With that, you flew away from South Korea without looking back. However, your thoughts couldn't seem to leave that place.
"𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐞
𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧' 𝐮𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞"
"Hi, baby. Look, I know you must be upset, but please hear me out."
You stood at the airport, the cold, sterile surroundings matching the numbness in your heart.
It's now almost an hour.
Each minute stretching like an eternity, as you waited for your ride home. This situation was all too familiar, a painful routine of either waiting for him or picking him up.
"I'll just call you a taxi, alright? And then, I'm gonna treat you to a nice dinner. Sounds good?"
Dinner was indeed nice, except for the part where he brought his whole group of friends. As much as you wanted to catch up with your boyfriend, the whole time you just wanted to lie down in bed, too jet-lagged from all the traveling that day.
Physically, you were there, but mentally, you were still in the studio. You were still at that party. You were still with Chan.
You felt a hand on your thigh, a gesture meant to reassure, but it only served to highlight the growing distance between you. His touch felt foreign, a stark contrast to the intimacy it once held.
It felt like he was encroaching on your space. Despite the happiness of being home and the prospect of spending more time together, every interaction felt jarring, out of sync.
Each kiss felt like poison, leaving a bitter taste on your lips. Every hug seemed to suffocate, the embrace too tight, too restricting. Every touch sent shivers down your spine, but not the kind that thrilled. They felt cold, devoid of the warmth you once knew.
And with every climax, you found yourself calling out a different name in your head, a silent plea for something more, something real.
The day rushed past as the first music video from the album was completed. You had the exclusive opportunity to view it before its public release. Seungcheol even asked for your genuine review and your reaction was beyond words. Your involvement in its production gave you a unique perspective, witnessing the meticulous effort and creative genius behind every scene.
Seeing the boys perform with such passion and talent warmed your heart. Especially seeing him. As a member of the performance team, his dancing prowess was expected, but witnessing it live was awe-inspiring.
A tear escaped, tracing a path down your cheek, a mix of pride and a deep yearning for Seungcheol's advice. While you could end your relationship now, it wasn't that simple. Your career was your priority, and you craved stability, something you doubted Chan could provide as a pop star. While you longed for adventure, what you truly needed was a sense of security and stability in your life.
You yearn for the way Chan makes you feel when you're with him. His presence is like a burst of energy, always leaving you electrified and invigorated. It's a stark contrast to the dynamics of what you actually have now in a relationship.
Seungcheol did mention Chan asking how you've been doing and all that. This made you realize that you needed to distance yourself. Choosing not to entertain thoughts of Chan any longer seemed like the only sensible solution. After all, as a pop star, entertaining others was part of his nature, and you didn't want to be just another audience member in his life, they were programmed to do just that, even for you.
It wasn't supposed to end like this. This journey was supposed to be a brief interlude in the grand scheme of things. Yet, here you are. In this reality. In this present.
But in another life, you would choose you and him religiously.
PSA: This is a work of pure fiction. Any names, events, times, or places mentioned are purely for entertainment and are entirely fictional (well, except for the names of the members).
Synopsis: a miscommunication makes you think Peter doesn’t like being intimate with you
Masterlist
“Hey ladies.” You greeted as you sat down with your friends in the dining hall.
“Hey beautiful.” Gwen smiled brightly at you before going back to her conversation. MJ a looked disgusted beyond words as she bounced her leg under the table. You looked skeptically between MJ and Gwen before speaking up.
“What were you guys talking about?” You wondered, making MJ let out a groan.
Synopsis: Peter sees you in a dress for the first time
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“Hi, Petey.” You greeted your boyfriend as you walked into his room. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he sat at his desk and kissed his cheek.
“Hi.” Peter said before looking up. When he finally tore himself away from his notes, his jaw dropped at the sight of you in a dress.
“Woah.” He mumbled quietly.
“What?”
“You…you’re wearing a dress.” He said as a smile broke through on his lips.
I didn't expect to feel what i'm feeling right now let alone tearing up. Bro, thank you for using your platform to tell me to be nicer at myself.
“That’s okay.” Peter told you. “It’s a process, learning to love yourself. And the hardest step is always going to be step one.”
This here^ made me feel things. I instantly know it wasn't a fanfiction anymore. I wasn't picturing peter parker anymore, it's the writer speaking to me directly, to us readers. Love this, love you! 🥹
Synopsis: you and Tom have qualms about your first kiss happening in front of a camera, so you do something about it
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“Cut. Everybody take lunch. When we come back, we’ll start with scene 24 B.”
“24 B? Isn’t that the…” You trailed off and looked over at Tom, who was really looking at you with wide eyes.
“Scene where you two kiss? Yep. Sebastian and I already got our seats ready to watch.” Anthony Mackie said as he wrapped an arm around you and Tom and pulled your heads together.
“Oh my God.” You groaned as Tom burned a bright red.
“He’s in our trailer making popcorn right now, but he wanted me to give you these.” Anthony went into his pockets and took out two tubes of chapstick.
“Chapstick? Seriously?” You gave him an unamused look. Tom, on the other hand, took a tube and put it in his pocket for later.
“Seriously.” Anthony nodded. “This is the big kiss in the movie, guys. It’s your characters highly anticipated reunion that the audience has to wait the entire movie to see. Don’t you want it to be good? And cherry flavored?”
“No one’s gonna care about the flavor of our chapstick.” You rolled your eyes.
“You’re right. All they’re gonna care about is how good the kiss is. This kiss is gonna be rewatched for decades to come. Not to put pressure on you guys or anything, but this is the one kiss in this historic movie. It’s gotta be special. People have waited their whole lives to see this movie. On the night it opens, everyone and their mom is gonna be seated with wide, unblinking eyes, ready to watch it. And this kiss has the potential to go down in history as one of the best on screen kisses in movie history. You know, unless you two fuck it up and it ends up going down as one of the most awkward on screen kisses. It’s really up to you guys. No pressure.” Anthony smirked snd patted both your backs.
“Right.” Tom gulped. “No pressure.”
“You’re so immature. We’re gonna be fine. We’re adults. We know how to kiss.” You insisted, making Tom blush again.
“But do you know how to kiss each other?” Anthony asked, making you pause to think. You and Tom exchanged awkward looks before looking away.
“Yeah.” You said without confidence.
“How hard can it be?” Tom laughed nervously.
“I don’t know. What if you noses smush together? What if you both lean the same way? What if you guys finally kiss and realize there is 0 chemistry between you?” Anthony gasped as he planted ideas in your head.
“Shut up, Mackie.” You groaned. “Why don’t you kiss deez nuts if you’re so worried about it?”
“Just think about it, guys. A little chapstick can’t hurt.” He shrugged before walking away. You and Tom stood in awkward silence for a minute as Anthony’s word hung over you.
“You know what? Who cares what he says?” You shrugged. “Let’s go eat something before we have to film the…”
“Kiss?” Tom blushed and finished your sentence for you when you couldn’t.
“Yeah. That.”
“Cool. Let’s go.” He held out his arm and you linked yours through it before waking off set.
A few minutes later, you and Tom were in your trailer while eating lunch and talking about everything but the scene. You avoided bringing it up for as long as you could but when an always silence feel between you, it had to be said.
“It’s gonna be so weird kissing in front of everyone. I can already hear the comments Mackie is gonna make.” You said without looking at him.
“I know. A bunch of dudes behind cameras and the entire Marvel cast watching is not how I imagined our first kiss would be.” Tom sighed in agreement.
“Oh. So you’ve imagined our first kiss?” You smiled coyly and raised your eyebrows at him.
“I don’t know. Maybe.” Tom blushed and looked away from you.
“It’s okay. I have too.”
“You have?” He perked up when he heard this.
“Of course I have.” You shrugged like it was obvious. Maybe it should’ve been obvious, but it still made Tom smile to hear it.
“Well what did you imagine?” He asked timidly. You smiled and held up a finger before brushing the hair off your shoulders.
“Okay. Here’s what I imagined.” You began. “We would be sitting on a couch, probably yours, and we’d be watching something that neither of us were really into but we were too far into it to turn it off. And since we weren’t really enjoying whatever was on the TV, we were talking over it and looking at it every now and then. And our conversation was much more entertaining than the TV, by the way. Then something on the TV would catch my eye and I’d watch it for a second. But instead of looking at the TV too, you’d look at me. And when I catch you looking at me, I ask what you’re looking at. And you get embarrassed and say nothing. So I push you a little and you admit that you were looking at me. And I ask why and you say you’re always looking at me. And I ask why again and you say “can’t help it”. Just like that. Can’t help it. With maybe a little shrug or embarrassed laugh. But I wouldn’t laugh. I’d stare at you for a while and then kiss you. Because that would be the only thing to do in that situation. And that would be our first kiss.”
Tom was silent for a long time after your speech. His mouth was dropped slightly as he stared at you in disbelief. The details told him you’d given this a lot of thought and imagined it hopefully quite a lot. You didn’t know his stunned silence was a good thing, so you tried to fill it.
“Can I explain?” You said quickly. “It’s just, you and I watch movies or shows together a lot. So I kinda wrote a script in my head of a moment that could potentially happen between us. But then I knew that would never happen because I had just imagined it and it would be impossible for my imagination to come true. I don’t know. I do that sometimes. I do it a lot, actually. I know it’s really weird, but I can’t help but write scenes in my head about my real life and how it may play out.”
Tom was silent again as you confessed something you had never told anyone before. He didn’t mean to keep quiet, he was just too deep into his own thoughts that he couldn’t form a word.
“Please say something.” You said after another beat of silence passed.
“I thought I’d kiss you before a premier.” Tom said suddenly. “When you’re in a pretty dress and I’m feeling confident because someone else picked out my clothes. And I’d tell you you were beautiful and then kiss you because I…”
“Because why?” You asked when he trailed off.
“Couldn’t help it.” Tom shrugged and gave an embarrassed laugh. It was your time to be speechless as Tom said the exact right thing. You smiled softly and stared into his brown eyes, seeing something new this time.
“Well it seems we had very different ideas of how our first kiss would be.” You said with a a coy smile.
“It seems we did.” He laughed softly and stared into your eyes. You were both taking one second glances at the others lips but neither of you dared to make the first move.
“I guess now we’ll never know which one of us was right. Or if neither of us were.” Tom said to fill the silence.
“I know. I don’t know why, it it kinda makes me sad. I wish we had more time to know what it would’ve been like before we had to film this scene. I wish it could’ve happened as us, not as our characters, you know?”
“I definitely know.”
“It almost makes me think…” You trailed off as you looked away from him in embarrassment.
“That we should kiss now?” Tom filled in your sentence for you. You looked at him in surprise and his eyes widened.
“I’m sorry. I totally jumped the gun, didn’t I?That’s probably not even what you were gonna say. I assumed and I made things awkward and now you’re probably thinking-“
Tom’s words stopped in his throat when he found himself being pulled into a kiss. You had one hand behind his neck and the other on his cheek as you kissed him. It wasn’t like either of you imagined, but how could it be? Whatever Tom thought he’d feel when he finally got to kiss you was nothing compared to the butterflies erupting inside his system. And it was perfect. Your noses didn’t smush together, you didn’t lean the same way, and the chemistry was evident in the buzzing you felt in your lips as you kissed him. All the pressure melted away and allowed you to be yourselves, alone in your trailer, having your first kiss. Tom cupped your face and kissed you back for as long as you let him. You only broke apart when you heard a pounding on your door followed by,
“Are you both in there? They’re looking for you in costuming.” One of the PA’s voices came from outside your trailer door. You and Tom looked at each other for a moment, both wishing you could stay in this moment just a little longer. But when they knocked on the door again, you got up.
“I’ll see you on set?” You smiled politely before wiping your lips.
“Y-yeah. See you then.” Tom stammered as his face burned.
You and Tom were separated when you were sent to get your costumes on. You watched to catch him before going to the makeup trailer, but he was already gone. He looked for you after getting his hair touched up, but you’d already been taken to set.
Finally, you were reunited on the set when it came time to film the kiss scene. It wasn’t the reunion you were hoping for since there was a camera between you and about a dozen crew members. And sitting with teasing grins right behind the camera crew was Anthony and Sebastian with a bowl of popcorn between them. If you hadn’t already kissed Tom, this might’ve bothered you. But you didn’t pay them any mind and only looked at Tom.
You and Tom snuck glances at each other as the director went over the blocking for the scene but weren’t able to exchange many words. Finally, “action” was called and you filmed the scene. You said your lines, punched a few invisible aliens, and ended it all with a kiss. It was different this time since the setting wasn’t the same, but it felt just as right. You had a moment to look in each others eyes afterwards before being told to take it from the top. You were so focused on each other that the comments and cheers from Anthony and Sebastian didn’t even reach your ears.
You both felt like you were rushing through your lines just to get to the kiss but it ended up working in your favor because the director had you do the scene over and over again until you slowed it down.
“All right. Great work guys. That’s a wrap.” The director called out.
“A wrap? Are you sure you don’t need any other take?” Tom asked, just looking for another chance to kiss you.
“Nope. We definitely got it.”
“Shouldn’t we do one more for safety?” You chimed in, making Tom smile to know you were on the same page.
“I know you’re a perfectionist but trust me, we got the shot. You guys looked great. It was super convincing. It really looked like you guys have been waiting ages to kiss each other.”
“What? That’s crazy.” You laughed awkwardly and looked everywhere but Tom.
“So…one more take?” Tom asked, ignoring everything the director said.
“Come on.” You laughed and linked your arm through his to walk off set together.
When you reached the end of the set right before the pavement that led to the the trailers, Tom froze.
“What’s wrong?” You wondered.
“I don’t want to leave this spot.”
“Why not?”
“Because then it’s over. If I walk off this set, I’m not Peter anymore. And if I’m not Peter, I can’t…”
“Kiss me?” You laughed shyly when he trailed off.
“Well since you asked so nicely.” Tom smirked and went in to kiss you. You laughed and pushed him away but secretly would’ve let it happen. You stayed in that moment for just a second before being interrupted by the one and only.
“There’s the happy couple. You do know the cameras are off now, right Tom? That means no more kissing.” Anthony teased as he wrapped his arms around the both of you again.
“I know that. I just wanted to make sure Y/n knew that.” Tom quickly lied.
“Uh huh.” Anthony said sarcastically. “Well, all jokes aside, you guys did a great job. The chemistry was great. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you guys were in love.”
“Hahaha. What?” Tom forced a laugh that went in for much too long.
“In love. Imagine that.” You forced a laugh as well and avoided all eye contact. Anthony felt like he had succeeded in his mission to tease the two of you and walked away feeling satisfied. You and Tom stood in silence for a minute, both unsure of what to do next.
“Well, I guess I should probably go return my costume.” You said and nodded towards the costuming trailer.
“Yeah. Me too. I should probably go and do that.” He agreed but made no effort to move.
“Right. What are you gonna do after that?” You asked without looking at him.
“Probably eat, shower, and then go to sleep.” He shrugged. You nodded your head and he couldn’t help but notice you looked a little disappointed.
“Yeah. I’ll probably do the same.” You replied. Tom wondered if he had just missed an opportunity to continue to moment by asking you to eat with him. Before he could fix his mistake, you spoke up.
“I guess I’ll see you later then.” You said with a right smile.
“Yeah. You too.” He said quietly, realizing now that he had let the moment slip from him. You waved to him before walking away and all he could do was watch.
That night, you had trouble falling asleep with everything that was on your mind. You tossed and turned for what felt like hours but when you checked your phone, it had only been 20 mins. You stared up at your ceiling for a minute before letting out a sigh. You knew there was no chance of you going to sleep, so you decided to go see Tom. You got out of your bed and went to open your trailer door. When you opened it up, Tom was standing outside of it with his hand raised as if he was about to knock on your door. He put his hand down and smiled shyly.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” You smiled. “You couldn’t sleep either?”
“No. Too much on my mind.” He said without every taking his eyes off you.
“Same here.” You replied. You stared into each other eyes for a minute, both having so much to say but no idea how to string it into words.
“Tom?” You said finally.
“Yeah?”
“Do you wanna stay in here tonight?” Was all you had to say. Tom immediately stepped into your trailer as he wrapped an arm around your waist. His hands moved up and down your back as he kissed you. You moved backwards together until you fell onto your bed.
“Is this gonna ruin our friendship?” You pulled away to whisper against his lips.
“I hope so.” He laughed and kissed you again.
“I’m serious. Are things ever gonna be able to go back to the way they were?” You asked nervously as you traced patterns on his cheek with your fingernail.
“Do you want them too?” Tom asked with a little disappointment in his voice.
“No.” You shook your head.
“Well good. Me either.” Tom’s lips tugged into a smile before pecking your lips again.
“But what’s gonna happen? We wrap filming in a few days and then we go off to different countries. Who knows when we’ll see each other next?” You frowned and sat back a little as the reality set in. But Tom was determined not to let the moment end. He pulled you into a long kiss and then held your face in his hands.
“I don’t know what happens next.” He admitted. “I don’t even know what happening right now. But I know what I feel. And this feels right.”
And that was all you needed to hear.
A few days later after wrapping on the movie, you drove Tom to the airport for his flight back to London. You walked him as far as you could before saying your goodbyes. You hugged in silence for what felt like hours before he pulled you into a long kiss. You tried to send him on his way, but he pulled you right back into a kiss. He did this a few more times as his flight was called over the loud speaker.
“Okay. That’s the last kiss. You’re gonna miss your flight.” You said once you pulled away.
“One more.” He insisted and cupped your face to kiss you again.
“No more. You need to get onto your plane.” You laughed as he peppered kissed all over your face.
“Okay. Fine.” He playfully rolled his eyes and started to walk away. He walked right back after just a second with a smile on his face.
“Can I have a kiss goodbye?” He asked, making you laugh.
“Tom.” You said pointedly.
“Please?” He whined. “I’m not gonna see you for a month. I need to stock up.”
You couldn’t help but smile and held his hands as you kissed him again.
“Okay. That was the last kiss. For real this time.” You told him.
“Uh uh.” He pulled you back by the hand and kissed you again.
“Tom.” You whined. “As much as I don’t want you to go, I can’t have you miss your flight because of me. Get on your plane.”
“I can’t. I can’t walk away from this yet.” He said, and suddenly, you stopped caring about his flight. You allowed yourself to be selfish and admit you didn’t want him to go.
“I know the feeling.” You said as you stared into his eyes. Tom looked into your for a minute before putting one hand on your face and pulling you into one last, slow, soft, kiss. You didn’t try to push him away this time and let him kiss you for as long as he needed. When he pulled away, he held both your hands and rested his forehead against yours.
“I’ll go. But I need to tell you something first.”
“I need to tell you something too.” You told him as nervous butterflies filled your chest.
“Should we say it at the same time?” He smiled softly.
“Okay. Yeah. Let’s do that.” You nodded and prepared yourself.
“Ready?” He asked you.
“Uh huh. Go.”
“I really like you.” He said at the same time that you said, “I love you.”
You froze for a minute when you realized you’d said too much, but he immediately broke into a smile and laughed.
“Oh thank God. I was totally lying before. I downplayed it in case you didn’t feel the same. I’m in love with you too.” Tom told you.
“You are? You’re in love with me?” You smiled in surprise. He nodded his head and shrugged a little.
Synopsis: you tell Cap the story of all the times you and Peter waited for each other. Takes place during Engame
Listen to Wait For Me from Hadestown for the inspiration behind this story
Masterlist
6 years ago
“Whats the B for?” You asked as you traced your fingers over the shiny brass clasp of Peters suitcase. It was your first time hearing of his superhero abilities, and he had pulled out his suit to confirm his identity. You had always known there was something special about Peter, something that set him apart. Him being a superhero came as no surprise to you, so you were more distracted by the monogrammed suitcase where he kept his suit.
“Hi! I absolutely LOVE your writing! If you don’t mind, I was wondering if you could do one where Peter breaks up with the reader (who is tony stark’s daughter) after endgame because he is afraid of losing her and they drift apart until they go on the Europe trip and fall in love all over again and maybe kick ass together? If you want to, of course :) thanks and never stop writing!! You’re amazing ;)”
You’re amazing! Thank you so much!
She Will Always Hate Me
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Synopsis: you lose Peter all over again after Endgame
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Requests are CLOSED
“I’m surprised you came.” You came up behind Peter, causing him to whip around. He was clad in his spiderman suit and you were in a party dress. It was ironic, and sad in a sense, since he was feeling more like a villain than a hero and you were feeling like the opposite of a party. You knew you were attending the funeral of your relationship with Peter Parker. You were both outside the Stark tower, where your party was. The party he didn’t attend.
“It’s your birthday.” Peter said cheerfully, though he felt nothing but remorse.
“Things like that dont seem to matter to you anymore.” You said honestly. It was your 20th birthday. It felt weird being older than Peter, since you had always been two years younger than him. Now he was 18 and in high school, and you were working as a teacher in that school. The whole world was off on its axis and it knocked you and Peter apart. Peter fiddled with his mask and sighed.
It was 100% his jacket, the red plaid one he only wore for the holidays.
And there it was, that stupid red jacket, standing in front of the tea section of your local grocery store.
He used to drape that jacket over your shoulders when you got cold on dates. Now, you wore a coat he had never seen before and you had no idea who’s shoulders had taken your please.
It had to be him. It just had to be your ex boyfriend in the one grocery store in town on the very day you decided to run some errands.
requested by @lavasafespace: you and Peter are in opposing sides in the battle at the airport
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“Underoos!”
When Peter heard his cue, he flipped into action and nabbed Steve’s shield, just as planned. He landed on top of a truck and took in the sight of the battlefield before flipping down to join Tony’s side. Some words were exchanged and before he knew it, the fight had begun. Peter took off running towards the opposing team, ready to fight whoever stood in his way. Clint ran right by him, then Bucky, then Wanda. Peter stopped running and turned around to see everyone fighting someone else.
“Seriously? I know I’m the new guy but not one of you saw me as a threat?” Peter shouted. He let out an exasperated sigh and was about to run back into the action when you dropped down from the sky in front of him. Peter stood still as you slowly stood up and blew some hair out of your face.
“Woah. Who are you?” Peter asked as he took you in. You smiled and held out your hand as a flame ignited in your palm.
“Firestarter. Who are you?”
“Spiderman. Who are you?”
“Is this your first fight?” You snorted as the fire in your palm grew.
“Yeah. How’d you know?”
“There’s not usually this much talking.” You said before tossing the flame at Peter. He quickly jumped back as you scorched the ground he had just been standing on.
“Oh shit.” He whispered under his breath before running away. You ran ahead of him and stood in his path.
“Going somewhere?” You asked as you tossed a flame back and forth between your hands.
“I was just leaving, actually.” Peter quipped and saluted you goodbye. You threw a fireball at him to stop him but his reflexes were too quick. He shot a web at the fireball and diffused it in mid air. Peter smirked under his mask when you looked surprised.
“Flame retardant webs.” Peter told you. “Pretty cool right?”
“Very cool. Did Tony make those for you?” You asked as your fingers began to spark.
“He did. Using a formula I came up with, not to mention.”
“Wow.” You said sarcastically as you circled Peter. “It must be nice having a rich daddy to make you all those fancy toys.”
“He’s not my daddy.” Peter replied as the eyes of his mask narrowed.
“Underoos.” Tony called out. “Be careful over there. I promised your yummy aunt I’d bring you home in one piece. I don’t think she’d be too happy if I get her nephew barbecued.”
“He’s not? Could’ve had me fooled.” You teased.
“Look, this has been really fun and the longest I’ve ever spoken to a girl, but I have a billionaire to impress. If you’ll excuse me.” Peter winked at you before shooting a web and swinging away. You threw a ball of fire at his web and watched as it disintegrated, coughing Peter to fall to the floor. He let out a low groan and you stood over him and stepped on his chest with one of your red boots.
“Flame retardant webs, huh?” You asked innocently.
“Flames, huh?” Peter couldn’t help but smile under his mask at the sight of you.
“Yeah. Scared?” You asked as you held a hand out to help him up.
“Of a little fire? Please. I can’t handle a few sparks.” Peter replied as he took your hand. He quickly pulled you down to the ground and sat on your chest. Just as he thought he had pinned you, your entire body heated up. Peter felt like he was sitting on an open flame and quickly got off.
“You just roasted my marshmallows.” Peter wheezed as he fanned the smoke away from his burning butt.
“What’s wrong? Can’t take the heat?” You asked as you got off the ground.
“I bet you get a lot of good puns out of your powers.” Peter replied, making you crack a smile.
“I might.” You shrugged before throwing another ball of fire his way. He quickly dodged it as you threw two more while moving towards him. He caught your wrist when you tried to throw another and moved it away from him.
“I bet you hear a lot of puns too. Has anyone ever told you you’re smoking hot?” He asked you. He felt your wrist heat up under his gloves and quickly let go.
“Once or twice. But it was the last thing they ever said. At least, if you don’t count their screaming as I burnt them alive.” You said as you moved towards Peter. He could see your eyes turning red as an orange flame flickered behind your pupils. He gulped a little and backed away from you.
“How about this? Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?” He laughed nervously as his chances of winning the fight grew dimmer.
“Yes. Right before he went up in flames.” You smiled deviously as a ball of fire formed in your hands.
“How does that song go? To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die?” Peter replied, and you could practically hear his smile.
“You’re pretty confident for someone who’s about to be a pile of ashes.” You clicked your tongue.
“Who says I’m about to be a pile of ashes?” Peter asked. Before you could respond, he shot a web at your hip and pulled you towards him. You spun into his arms and he caught you before immediately throwing you to the ground.
“Really, it’s been fun but-“
Before Peter could finish his sentence, you throw a fire ball between his legs and blew up the truck that had been behind him. He turned to look at the explosion and gulped. You got off the ground and wiped the blood from your nose as flames ignited behind you eyes again.
“I’m mister heat miser. I’m mister sun.” You sang lowly as you slowly walked toward la Peter. Peter gulped and backed away from you as flames raged behind him.
“I’m mister heat blister. I’m mister one hundred and one.” You continued to sing as you tossed a ball of flames back and forth between your hands. It grew with each step you took towards Peter and he didn’t like his odds.
“They call me Heat Miser. Whatever I touch starts right melt in my clutch.” You sang lowly as you grew the flame even more. You slowly looked up into Peters eyes and smirked before saying,
“I’m too much.”
With that, you launched the basketball sized ball of flames at Peter. He let out a shriek and leapt out of the way before it could hit him. He rolled on the ground after landed and realized his foot was on fire. He let out a Homer Simpson esk yelp and quickly sprayed himself with fire retardant. Peter looked up when he heard footsteps heading towards him and saw you standing over him.
“Sorry about that.” You said as you held out a hand.
“You don’t look very sorry.” Peter said as he skeptically looked at your hand.
“Because I’m not.” You said with a smirk. Peter smirked as well as he took your hand. Instead of using it to pull himself up, he pulled you down with him.
“Woah!” You said as he pulled you to the ground. Peter hooked his leg beneath yours and flipped you onto your back as he pinned you to the ground.
“Sorry about that.” He said with a teasing smile.
“You’re not sorry.” You returned the smile as you looked up into his eyes.
“You’re right. I’m not.” Peter chuckled. “You wouldn’t happen to be looking for a Shark Boy, would you Lava Girl?”
“In your dreams.” You said as you tried to get up, but Peter pinned you back down by your wrists.
“I don’t suppose you breathe fire, do you? Because if not, you’re pretty useless without your hands.” Peter taunted as he clicked his tongue.
“I wouldn’t bet on that.” You smiled deviously before flowing some fire up at him. Peter let out a yelp and dodged the fire, giving you an opportunity to overpower him and pin him to the ground as you rolled over each other.
“So you can breathe fire.” Peter panted as he tried to catch his breath.
“Guilty.” You smiled and let go of Peters wrists but remained seated on his chest. Before you could say anything else, Tony walked over to the two of you.
“I see you’ve met Firestarter.” Tony said. “Hope she didn’t roast your chestnuts too hard.”
“You knew there was a flame thrower and didn’t warn me?” Peter asked as he looked at Tony with betrayal. You smiled and got up off of Peters chest, pleased with yourself for overpowering him.
“I figured you guys could have a cute little flirty fight or something.“ Tony smirked. “And it seems like I was right.”
“Shut up.”
Peter blushed under his mask and got up off the ground. He noticed that the opposing team had dispersed so he felt comfortable taking his mask off. You did a double take when you saw him without his mask and felt your heart skip a little.
“Glad you both are okay.” Tony smiled. “I’m gonna go make sure Cap and I are still on for pickle ball next Tuesday.”
“Wait, what?” You asked. “Didn’t you guys just super smash bros style fight each other?”
“So?” Tony snorted before walking away. You and Peter exchanged a confused look before laughing a little. The tension dissolved between the two of you as you awkwardly lingered around each other.
“Nice job back there. I have to say, you fight like a girl.” You told him with a shy smile.
“Really?” Peter asked hopefully.
“Yeah. Totally.”
“Wow. Thanks.” Peter smiled and nervously toyed with his mask.
“You’re welcome. It was nice to meet you, Spiderman.” You said as you held out a hand. Peter smiled and shook your hand, feeling a burning sensation as he did so.
“It was nice to meet you too, Firestarter. Will I see you again?” He asked hopefully as he slipped his hand out of yours.
“Check your hand.” You smirked and let your eyes flick to his hand. Peter looked at you in confusion before slipping his glove off and looking at his hand.
“Woah. Is this your phone number?” He gasped when he saw number burned into his skin.
“Yeah. Use it sometime.”
“I will.”
“You better.” You replied with a wink. Peter blushed before looking back down at his hand.
“Is this gonna scar?” Peter asked you.
“If you’re lucky.” You told him before walking away, leaving a trail of ashes as you went. Peter tureens bright red before looking down at his hand.
