genre: smut (in later parts its full on smut, but in this part it’s just kind of like teasing and watching), fluff, friend!au (kind of?), Masturbastion baekhyun.
warning: graphic smut,masturbation, PLEASE USE CONDOMS IN REAL LIFE THIS IS JUST A FANFIC PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PRACTICE SAFE SEX
length: idk man, pretty long.
Authors note: Hey so like, I’ve been thinking about this for the past two weeks and I just needed to write it out so… enjoy!
You looked at him through your window. He was sitting on his bed that was up against his window scrolling through something on his computer. He was your next door neighbor and his room was parallel to yours, so even if you didn’t want to see him, you still could. His name is Baekhyun, and he’s a fucking pain in your ass.
You and Baekhyun met when you were in the 7th grade. His family moved into the house right next to yours and you both were the same age so your parents found it fit to introduce you too. Immediately you realized he didn’t like you, he would tease you or just flat out ignore you for no reason and continued his actions throughout the years of school. Even though he was mean to you, you couldn’t retaliate, it just wasn’t in you. There was something about him, the difference between the Baekhyun you know and the boy you watch through your window.
Chemistry was probably your least favorite class, for reasons 1. you sat next to Baekhyun and felt like you were always on egg shells, and 2. you just weren’t as interested in Chemistry as the rest of your classes.
“Hey, can you keep for fucking window shut you kept me up all night with your music.” you turned your head to see Baekhyun sitting in his desk right next to yours. “Sorry I was up writing an essay, I didn’t know you could hear it.” You said while looking down at your notes trying to frantically write them down as the teacher was going about lightning speed. “Just close your window tonight so I can actually get some fucking sleep.” he spat back to you while packing up to go our next period.
As you were walking out the door to try to make it to your locker he bluntly stood infront of you blocking your path. “We have the trip up to the cabin in two days.” he said while staring down at you. “Yeah I know.” you said, looking down at the floor to try to avoid eye contact. “This year since my brother and his girlfriend are coming, we have to share a room.” You quickly look up at his words “Don’t look so surprised, just bring your own blanket, I’m not sharing mine with you.” with that he turned on his heel and walked in the other direction.
Your families got really close after they moved in next door, even sharing holidays like Christmas and thanksgiving with each other. Every year around the middle of Autumn our families take a trip up to Baekhyun’s family’s cabin in the mountains. You and Baekhyun never had to share a room because you always slept in a room with your sister and he with his brother, but since both our siblings left for college last summer your sister wouldn’t be attending this year. So now, you’re stuck sharing the same room and the same bed with Baekhyun.
“It gets more and more beautiful every year.” You hear your mom say behind you as you enter the cabin. It is beautiful. The cabin is built with dark stained wood and is flourished with many large windows giving sight to the lake and many trees surrounding it. Its spacious, with 3 decent size bedrooms and a master bedroom in the loft where Baekhyun’s parents sleep.
You make your way to you and Baekhyun’s shared bedroom, setting your things on the bed. “Please try to keep your shit clean.” you hear a voice pipe up from behind you, making you jump. You turn to see Baekhyun in the doorway, his stuff in hand. You take a good look at him.
Mean to you or not, Baekhyun is undeniably beautiful. He has dark brown hair that is messy, but in the best way possible. His eyes are hooded and so dark they’re almost black. He has pink lips that are thin but also somehow plump at the same time. His skin is always a light tan during this time of year making him look like a god that stands before you. He moves from the door frame to his side of the bed, walking with such grace, it takes you everything you have to stop staring at him before he notices. You see him look up at you from the corner of your eye while unpacking. “Did you bring your own blanket?” he says to you and you nod. “Good.” and with that he leaves the room.
It’s your second night. Last night thing went… how you expected it to. Baekhyun slept as close to the edge as he possibly could and took deep dramatic deep sighs everytime you even attempted to move to get comfortable. Nonetheless sleep wasn’t a thing you really did last night.
You spent most of today reading and on your computer, catching up on the latest shows Netflix had to offer.
“Okay you two, we’ll be back tomorrow morning. Behave yourselves.” Baekhyun’s mom said with her overnight bag in hand. Our parents, and now Baekhyun’s brother being old enough, always go to the ski lodge just about a 30 miles away from the cabin for one night and day during the trip to “have some adult relaxing time”, meaning to freely drink away and eat mediocre sea food for a whole night and day. “Y/n, the keys to the car are on the hook. Don’t go anywhere unless it’s an emergency, understand?” Your Dad told you, putting extra emphasis on anywhere. “Got it. We’ll see you tomorrow night.” You said standing from your seat to give everyone a quick hug goodbye. And they left. Leaving you alone for a whole night, and a whole day with Baekhyun. What are you going to do for that whole time?
You decided since it was late anyway, that going to sleep would be your best option on trying to get through the night. As you entered the room you saw that Baekhyun had the same idea. So you just crawled into bed, willingly letting sleep wash over you.
You woke up about 45 minutes later by your blanket being pulled. You turn over to see Baekhyun as the culprit. “What are you doing?” You ask in a half whisper. Baekhyun responded by scooting closer to you, kind of taking you by surprise. “It’s freezing I can barely feel my toes.” his teeth were chattering as he spoke. As you woke up more you realized you were also freezing. “Okay.” was all you said and you scooted an inch closer to him. You gasped when he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you to his chest. “Sorry, it’s fucking freezing.” he said again. He evenly spread both blankets over the two of you and made sure to wrap his legs around yours. You were frozen, you didn’t know what to do except for to lay there. Minutes passed, and when you saw that he had finally fallen asleep you relaxed a bit. He was wearing a black t-shirt and some grey sweats, and somehow managed to still look good. His hair was tossed and lips parted as he slept. He had both hands wrapped around your waist joining together at your back while your hands were placed on his chest. He smelled of a husky lavender and his chest felt so prominent under your touch, you laid there feeling how his chest rose and fell. You had never even given him a hug let alone been this close to him before. “You can stop staring at me now and go to sleep.” You heard him saying in a deep sleeping voice. You tensed. How the hell did he know you were staring at him? You didn’t know what to say, “Goodnight.” was all you could manage to get out before trying your best to let sleep take over you once again.
You woke up to Baekhyun basically suffocating you. His legs locked around yours and his arms constricted around your shoulders and waist. You tried to move but he only shifted a little and squeezed you tighter. “Baekhyun. Baekhyun.” you whispered while tapping his chest a few times. He took a deep breath, finally waking up. “Baekhyun, you’re suffocating me”, he opened his eyes fully and looked down at you. He must’ve found it amusing because he loosened his grip and then let go with a little giggle, “sorry. you’re comfortable.” he spoke in a raspy morning voice, still smiling. Finally able to breath you giggled along, “don’t know if I can say the same about you.” He laughed as he stretched his limbs. “What do you want for breakfast?” You asked turning to him.’Holy shit’. Was honestly all you could think as he sat up. The morning light hit him perfectly; his tan skin glowing and arms flexing as he stretched a second time. All you could do was hold your breath and force yourself to rip your eyes away from him. “There’s pancake mix in the pantry, do you want me to make them?” he said as he turned to you with a light smile. It finally occurred to you that he was being nice for once, actually the first time you’ve ever seen him be nice to you. You nod and he gets up, heading to the kitchen. Everything just seemed… brighter.
You take a quick shower before joining Baekhyun in the kitchen. When you entered he was sitting at the small circle table in front of the large window displaying the beautiful redwood trees eating a stack of pancakes. When he looked up at you his eyes traveled up and down your figure, you were wearing a light grey tank top with a pair of pajama pants sitting at your hips. As you saw his actions you felt your face heat up and immediately regretted your choice of clothes. There was another plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice sitting in front of the seat across from him, assuming they’re for you, you walk over and sit down in the small wooden dining chair. “Okay wait. Everyone that has ever ate my pancakes says they’re the best damn pancakes on the planet. So you have to tell me what you think, okay?” His eyes were piercing you with pure anticipation as you took a bite. And then another. And then another. “So?” He looked so nervous for your answer, it was actually quite adorable. You sighed, “I didn’t want to admit it… but these are the best damn pancakes on the planet.” to say he was smiling ear to ear at your words was an understatement. You took another bite, they really were the best pancakes you had ever eaten. “What do you want to do today?” his words shocked you; sure he had been nice all morning, but you really didn’t expect for it to last throughout the day. “Uhmm, I don’t know. We could go swimming?” You said, taking a swig of orange juice. “Yeah, let me go take a shower. I’ll be like 10 minutes.” he stood from the table bringing his dishes to the sink “don’t worry about that, go shower.” you exclaimed while in mid bite. He gave you a small thanks before heading to the bathroom.
As you were finishing washing the dishes, you couldn’t help but think about how everything felt so flipped. Baekhyun was never nice to you, in fact he had never been nice to you once since the day you met him. Why today? You kept thinking about it as you made your way back to the bedroom. Suddenly the bathroom door in the hall just right to you opens, a wet Baekhyun stands in the frame of the door. His hair was wet and hanging over his right eye and you really couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over the rest of his figure. His towel hung loosely from his hips, he had a six pack like none other. His body was made of pure lean muscle with water droplets traveling down it. When you looked back up to meet his gaze, his lips were curled into a smirk. You hurriedly walked, or practically ran, back to your room. Oh god. OH GOD. The last time you saw Baekhyun shirtless was your last trip to the cabin and he did not have that body, not at all. You could barely breath, not only because his body was heavenly, but because he caught you staring at it. For your own sanity you decided to get ready to go swimming instead of thinking about Baekhyun’s body.
When you finally put on your black bathing suit you put on some jean shorts with a simple white t-shirt over and headed to the living room. Baekhyun was standing there, still with only his towel on, “I’ve been waiting for you so I can put on my trunks. Hold on, I’ll only be a minute.” he said to you while you were basically eyeing the floor down trying to avoid eye contact. He returned about a minute later with black swim trunks and the plain black t-shirt he had worn to bed the night before. “You ready?” to which you nodded.
When you stepped outside Baekhyun started walking the opposite direction of the lake that was no more than 20 feet away. “Where are you going? The lake is right there.” He turned around “you don’t think I know that? Come on.” he gestured for you to follow him and you complied by going to his side to see where he was going to take you.
After about 20 minutes of walking through the literal woods, you came across a beautiful small body of water. On one side it had a wall of rock with moss and water falling from it creating a small water fall. It was surrounded by small flowers and you could see the water was clear and clean. “My brother and I used to come swim here when we were little. I’ve never seen anyone else here, it’s kind of like our secret.” Baekhyun uttered while looking at the water in remembrance. He was the first to remove his shirt and shoes to step into the water and you followed soon after, still taking in the beauty of the scenery around you. When you looked down into the water, Baekhyun was fixated on your body, following every curve until he met your eyes and quickly looked away. Your face was on fire, you quickly stepped into the water so he couldn’t see you. You both had a fun time, swimming around, splashing each other, having an actual good time with Byun Baekhyun.
On your way back to the cabin you realized you had nothing to cook for lunch, “hey I’m gonna go to the grocery store. There’s nothing to eat for lunch, do you want anything specific?” you asked him still walking towards the now visible house. “Get me milky way will you?” you laughed at his choice and quickly ran inside to grab the car keys. “I’m gonna take a nap I’m so tired.” he exclaimed, heading to the room. “Okay, I’ll be back in like 30 minutes. I’ll be quiet when I come in.” He nodded and disappeared into the hallway that leads to the rooms.
On your way back to the cabin pissed that you drove to the store and it ended up being closed due to the fact that it’s Sunday. You cursed yourself as you parked the car. You assumed that Baekhyun had already fell asleep so you walked in as quietly as you could manage. Sitting on the couch, you were about to open your laptop when you heard it. A low moan coming from the bedroom, followed by another soon after. Something brought you to your feet and now you found yourself tiptoeing towards the room. The door was cracked a few inches, giving direct sight to the bed. That’s when you see him. His head is thrown back, mouth slightly parted allowing more moans to slip past his lips. As your eyes travel farther down you see that his hand is wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping it at a medium pace. You focus on his cock, the tip is swollen red and glistening from his precum. His slender fingers travel up just to come back down. You should not be watching this, you should not keep watching this. You’re trying to convince yourself to turn around and walk away when your name falls from his lips in a moan. He was thinking of you. He said it again soon followed by another moan. You can’t help the wetness that’s taking over between your legs. Your heartbeat is in your clit, pounding and begging for some friction. You unbutton your shorts and let your hand travel into your panties. You find your clit and sigh as you relieve some tension. ‘This is wrong’ you keep telling yourself, but can’t break your eyes away from the sight in front of you. He speeds up his movements trying to chase his release. Your legs are shaking from how turned on you’ve become, you’ve never wanted someone so badly in your life. Baehyun’s breath become ragged, his hand movements becoming sloppier and sloppier, you’re also on the brink of your release as you rub your clit to try to match the speed of his hand. “Fuckk y/n”, that’s all it takes for you to be covering your mouth trying to ride out your orgasm while watching him the best you can. He releases a series of high pitch moans, and with his head thrown back he cums while moaning your name. When he rides out his release he relaxes, laying there with his eyes closed. You decide that this would be a good time to fake your coming home.
You open and close the front door and make sure to jingle the keys to let him know that you’re home. You hear frantic rustling from the bedroom, until he emerges. “Hey, why are you home so soon? Where my Milky Way?” he stands there with a fake pout and his arms crossed. “ The store was closed because it’s Sunday. I tried to drive around to see if I could find another one that was open but I couldn’t. Guess were having pb&j’s for lunch.” he smiled at the suggestion. “good enough for me.” he departed for the kitchen. “Hey, I thought you were gonna take nap.” you tried to sound like you didn’t know that he was just rubbing one off to you. “Couldn’t sleep.” When you were just about to say something Baekhyun’s phone started to ring.
“Hey mom. Yeah were okay. PB&J’s. We had pancakes. Yes I made the pancakes. We’re doing fine. No were not gonna do that today. Okay Mom. What? Another couple days? Yeah that’s fine. Okay. I love you too. Okay bye.” He ended the call and looked at you, “I guess the lodge is having some kind of autumn retreat, and they all want to stay for a couple more days. So it’s just you and me until Friday.”
it was a balmy spring night, just chilly enough that the breeze was slightly biting as it blew through the open doors to the balcony. alec had been in the study for about an hour now. he had told himself he was going to write reports but somewhere along the way that idea was forgotten.
instead he started running his fingers over the spines of all of the books and gathering himself a little pile he wanted to read. the only problem was that he found one that looked really interesting - sporting the name m. bane curling around the spine - but it was in a language he didn’t know and had never seen before. magnus’s books were always his favorites to read so he had been planning to ask him if there was a copy in another language anywhere, but that plan died in his throat the minute he walked into the living room.
because there in between the pillars and couches, magnus was on the floor doing pushups. an hour ago alec had left him out on the balcony honing his magic. when he left magnus had been wearing a grey tank top, but now it was crumpled, discarded on the floor. needless to say, magnus was doing shirtless pushups with the warm lamp light catching on the sweat slicking his broad back. alec forgot he had wanted anything, let alone to ask a question, as he stood there staring with his lips parted.
(Although, the idea
did come from an Anon. Thanks Anon!)
Summary: Jerome is
snooping through y/n’s drawers one day, and he finds a bottle of what he thinks
are pills. He finds her and begins to tell her how perfect her mind is.
Need to know: Y/n and
Jerome are a couple.
Warnings: Mild language.
When the bed shifts as y/n gets up, Jerome opens one eye, just
enough to peek at her as she shuffles across the room. His eyes open more fully
as he sits up.
“Where ya goin’?” He mutters, his voice still rough from
sleep. Y/n glances over at him, smiling widely. Jerome’s gaze rakes her body, a
smile slipping onto his face. In his sleepy state he can’t comprehend much, so
he laughs softly as he tries to gather his thoughts. “Come back here…lay down
for a while longer, y/n.” He rolls over onto his back, closing his eyes. “We
could snuggle for a whil-” His sentence is cut off by the sound of the door
slamming shut. He lets out a long sigh as he rolls over again, staring
longingly at the door. The sound of another door opening, and then the
showering turning on. He sits up slowly, taking his time as he gets out of bed,
walking over to his dresser. Jerome grabs a plain grey T-shirt and throws it on
quickly, pulling a pair of black sweatpants on over his boxers. He arches his
back, stretching slowly. Jerome stares at the door again, wishing that y/n
would be done with her shower already so he could be near her again.
But, he quickly snaps out of his thoughts as his eyes land
on a small, white bottle half-hidden on her side of the bed, sitting in the
cabinet. He walks over quickly. As he reaches out to grab the cabinet door, his
foot catches on the rug. He tips forward, grabbing at the cabinet’s handle. His
hand slams into and he closes his eyes briefly as he crashes to the ground, his
heart pounding wildly in his chest. His head tilts to the side as his eyes
open, and he gets a sideways view of the small white bottle. It lays on its
side on the floor, the cap half undone, the small, cylindrical pills peeking
out from the darkness of the bottle. Jerome’s gaze widens as he reaches out,
grabbing it angrily.
Just then, y/n bursts into the room, her wet hair hanging
down and dripping all over, wetting the front of her grey tank top. Her gaze
falls down to the scene in her front of her, and she covers her mouth,
attempting to hide her laughter. Jerome stands up quickly.
“What the hell are
these y/n?!” He shouts, shaking the bottle. Some of the small pills fly out of
the bottle and scatter across the carpet. Y/n’s eyes widen slightly.
“Jerome, whatever you’re thinking, it’s not what it looks
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He growls. He
moves forward quickly. “Listen to me kitten; you, you are perfect. But what you’re doing right now, taking these pills…” He
shakes his head. “You’re being like them.
And they are all prisoners. What
everyone else calls sanity, that’s just a prison in their minds. This prison,
it stops you from seeing that you’re just tiny little cogs in a giant, absurd machine! Wake up, y/n! Why would you want to be a cog? What
happened to you? I thought you wanted to be free like me.” Jerome shakes his
head angrily. “To do this to yourself, that’s dumb as hell y/n! You’re perfect the way you are, you’re wonderful. There’s
not a damn thing you need to change about yourself.” He moves forward and sets
the pills on the bedside table. Jerome puts one hand on y/n’s waist, and the
other on her face. He pulls her closer to him and stares down at her, pushing a
strand of her h/c hair out of her face. “You’re wonderful, kitten. You’re the
best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he caresses her face and places a soft
kiss on her nose. “Your mind…” Jerome close his eyes and inhales deeply. “Your
mind is the most beautiful thing about you. Why would you want to change that?
You shouldn’t want to change that, y/n!” He opens his eyes and stares at her. “Promise
me, promise me you’ll stop taking them. If you love me y/n, if you love me promise
me. Promise me you won’t destroy your mind, promise me you won’t just
conform to everyone else.”
“Jerome…” A small laugh escapes y/n’s lips, although she is
trying to be as serious as possible.
“You think this is funny?” Jerome snarls, moving over to the
bed side table quickly and picking up the bottle. “This isn’t funny, kitten, I
“Jerome! Those are vitamins,” she interrupts him, covering
her mouth to suppress her giggles. Jerome’s mouth falls open as he stares at
her in shock.
“No.” He breathes.
“Yes,” y/n laughs
and moves forward, taking one out and popping it in his mouth. A repulsed look
crosses Jerome’s face, and then it slowly shifts to confusion. “Jerome…they’re vitamins.
Gummy vitamins. I could see how you
could mistake them for pills-that is what the look like- but I’m not taking any
sort of medicine like that.” Jerome backs away from her, giving her the stink
eye as he chews the vitamin. “Oh, come on
Jerome, don’t be like that.” She moves forward to hug him and he crosses his
arms, lifts his head up, and turns around, all the while still chewing the
gummy. Y/n moves to stand in front of him, placing her hand on her shoulder. “Jerome…”
He finishes chewing and swallows roughly.
“Who the hell buys
vitamins that look like real medicine?”
“They were pink, and smelled like strawberries.”
“So?” Jerome scoffs,
narrowing his eyes. “I can’t believe you
let me get so worked up. You could’ve said something, y/n. You could’ve told me
“I didn’t think it would be a big deal,” she laughs and
shakes her head. “I am sorry Jerome, but you have to admit: you overreacted.”
Jerome gasps loudly and places a hand over his heart. “Kitten,”
he mumbles, leaning down and kissing her cheek. His facial expression loses all
of his anger from before. He pulls y/n to him, kissing her forehead. “I’m
sorry, kitten.” He mumbles. “I was worried.” She smiles.
“I know, Jerome. I’m not angry.” He stands up straight, and
“Well I’m still bitter that you just let me ramble on.” With
that, he turns around and bounces out the door.
Summary: You and Ethan send each other the cutest snapchats, but what do they mean to both of you?
Warnings: None, unless you’re allergic to FLUFF.
A/N: SO YOU GUYS. This was meant to be a really quick one shot and it turned into a 13-page story? Who knows. This is, however, going to be THE BEGINNING OF A SERIES OF ONE SHOTS about the twins and their lip sync snapchats! The first one is an actual snap from Ethan, but the rest were invented for the sake of the story. All song lyrics are in italics. I’m working on the next one, which will be a Grayson one. I hope you enjoy this! I wrote it in one sitting so it’s probably not great, but let me know what you think!
He was such a show off.
He had dyed a streak of his hair blue, and even though it was fading now, it drew attention to the fact that it hung lazily over his hazel eyes. His blue tank top faintly matched it. He was chewing gum as he lip synced to the song playing on the radio in his twin brother’s car, waving his phone around in time with the music. You recognized the song after a moment or two.
I guess it was a kind of hazy -
Got me caught up and frustrated in love.
Lookin’ back -”
The video cut off.
It was a Snapchat update from user EthanDolan and you had to decide if you were impressed or not, seeing as it was sent specifically to you, and not posted on his story.
You met Ethan and Grayson about a year ago when you and your family moved to L.A. You were behind Grayson in line at the Nike store when he struck up a conversation with you. He was friendly and sweet, and he made you laugh. The girl behind the counter actually had to clear her throat a few times and pipe up with an annoyed “sir?” before the two of you realized you were holding up the line.
He waited for you while you made your purchase and the two of you walked out of the store together after sharing a laugh. A boy that looked just like Grayson was standing on the sidewalk. His hair was longer and shaggier and he had a bright blue streak in his hair. He had on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. He raised an eyebrow and looked a little surprised to see someone by his twin brother’s side. He locked eyes with you, and you felt a bolt of electricity spike down your back when his gaze met yours. He looked you up and down as he stood, unmoving and the two of you approached him.
“E, this is (Y/N), she just moved here. We should show her around!”
The boy Grayson addressed as ‘E’ simply shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets, kicking off the wall he was leaning against.
“Sure, the more the merrier,” he offered. And so the three of you spent the day together, and the following weekend, and many more to come.
You had grown close with Grayson. He was like a big brother: protective, supportive, encouraging and loving. But Ethan? Ethan always seemed out of reach. You always tried to get close to him, but he put up a barrier, defensively reverting to humor whenever something got serious between the two of you. You tried to tell him about an argument you once had with your dad that really shook you and he made a daddy joke, and left, quickly.
Whenever Grayson was around, Ethan was probably there too. It seemed he didn’t mind your presence as long as Grayson was there to act as a buffer. The two of you were almost never alone together, and sometimes, when you would invite both the twins out, only Grayson would show up. You even put in effort to get to know Ethan on his own, but he rarely reciprocated.
The only conclusion you could come to was that Ethan was uncomfortable around you. It hurt you a little since you and Grayson were so close and Grayson was so close with his brother. You wanted the three of you to have a good friendship, but Ethan apparently wouldn’t allow it to happen.
Until one day, when you received a random snapchat from Ethan.
It was pretty unassuming. Just him lip syncing to that song. It made you chuckle because he was so overdramatic. You checked to see if it was on his story, and it wasn’t. This was a little weird: Ethan almost never sent you snaps. It made you feel a special, as stupid and 21st century as that may seem. So you put on the same song on your computer and waited until the next part of the song came on, sending it back to him.
“You say: la, la, la,
La, la, la, la.
Girls like me don’t come around anymore!”
You swayed your head side-to-side with the beat, waving your phone around to the opposite sides, creating an interesting effect. You winked at the camera before ending the video and sent it to Ethan, holding your breath. He sent you back a few laughing emojis. You felt a sense of accomplishment: you’d managed to connect with Ethan on something, even if it was as trivial as a snapchat. Your heart felt swollen in your chest as you bit your lip and tossed your phone aside on your bed.
This continued for months. You’d send him a snap of you lip syncing in the car, and he’d send one back. Sometimes the two of you would finish the song together. It was like the two of you had finally picked something to bond over. Each time you saw a little purple square next to the username EthanDolan, you got a little excited and couldn’t keep that smile from tugging at your lips. The two of you would act them out and definitely ham it up for each other.
You paid close attention to the songs that he would choose. They weren’t incredibly popular - never songs that were overplayed on the radio. They were mostly upbeat and positive. Some of them were older songs - songs that had lived their lives on the radio and moved onto dead, no-longer-clicked Spotify playlists. You knew almost all of them, and you always sent a similar song back to him - mostly girly pop-punk songs that were about being angry at your boyfriend/girlfriend or whatever.
You had a good thing going.
And then one day it got weird.
You’d opened the snap to see Ethan, not goofing around as he normally did, but just singing to the camera. If you’d have been together, he would’ve been staring deep into your eyes. That didn’t bother you, but the song choice shook you a bit.
“She a cutie and she fine,
Make me wanna make her mine,
She ain’t nothin’ like those bimbos.
If you like it, we can swerve,
We can light and stain up here,
Blowing, pluck it out the window.”
‘What a weird part to send me…’ You thought to yourself as you watched it. It wasn’t a hook or a chorus, it wasn’t a particularly memorable part of the song, and the song was pretty used at this point. You blinked as the video ended, wondering what to do with it. You decided to put the song on and sing part of the second verse. He watched it and didn’t reply, which only confused you more.
A few days went by before your next snapchat arrived.
“Hey baby, won’t you look my way?
I can be your new addiction.
Hey baby, whatchu gotta say?
All you’re giving me is fiction.”
It was cute. He was in the passenger seat of Grayson’s truck and he had on a grey tank top. He was wearing a white snapback hat and he winked at the end of the short clip. You almost threw your phone in shock. You checked to see if it was on his story - he sometimes posted them, especially the more flirty ones - but it wasn’t there. You weren’t sure how to react to this, and you weren’t sure why it had given you butterflies.
You decided to respond with the chorus, which was pretty harmless and really catchy. You head banged along to the music, over exaggerating your enthusiasm and ended the video with a giggle. Ethan watched it as the purple arrow turned into a white one. He sent back a smiley face. You left your phone resting on your chest as you replayed the snap in your head. Why couldn’t you stop smiling? Why were you giggling thinking about the way Ethan had winked at the camera - at you? Why did it make your heart pound against your ribs and your face get hot?
Later that night, you got another snapchat from EthanDolan. You touched the purple square and listened to the music that rang from the small speaker at the bottom of your phone, still sporting that smile that was only for these moments.
“Ooh, pretty baby,
This world might’ve gone crazy.
The way you saved me,
Who could blame me,
When I just wanna make you smile.”
It was again, oddly specific, but you did love the song. You turned it on from your iTunes library and sang along with it as you snapped Ethan back the rap towards the end of the song.
“Baby, you’re classic,
baby, you’re sick.
I never met a girl like you ever til we met.
A star in the 40s,
Centerfold in the 50s,
Got me trippin’ out like 60s,
You did your best to make it as funny as you could, knowing Ethan would enjoy it, but once you sent it, you were surprised to see you had another snap waiting. You opened it immediately.
Pick you up
Keep it real to real with the way I feel:
I could walk you down the aisle.”
You stared at the screen, one hand covering your mouth. He hadn’t kept eye contact at all during the video, using fun angles and acting like a general goof until the last two lines where he looked directly into the screen, as if staring you down the way he did earlier: ‘Keep it real to real with the way I feel: I could walk you down the aisle.’
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” You shouted to no one in particular, running your hand through your hair swiftly. You looked at your reflection in your mirror. Your cheeks were pink and you looked like a spooked horse, your hair sticking out in odd directions after that rough tug. He had gone out of his way to send you that specific part of the song. You put down your phone and stared at it for a long time to see if Ethan sent anything else.
The following day, you were meeting Grayson for lunch. Ethan had already declined the offer and said that he had plans. It hardly surprised you. For a few days there, you had forgotten about Ethan’s lack of interest in you or the friendship you had to offer.
After lunch, on your way back to your house, Grayson had the radio blaring and you decided to send a lip syncing snapchat to Ethan, like you always did.
“If I could find you now, things would get better.
We could leave this town and run forever.
Let your waves crash down on me and take me
Away, yeah, yeah.”
You made sure to include Grayson in the video, tossing an arm around him as you sang the song, him mouthing the words right along with you. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek as you’d done millions of times at the end of the video, smiling to yourself as you sent it. You waited to see what he would send back, imagining all the goofy things he could do with this song. The purple triangle turned white.
And that was it.
You never got a response.
You waited for hours, for the rest of the night. You knew he had seen it, snapchat didn’t lie. Had you done something wrong? Was he just not interested anymore in laying a foundation for a friendship? Why did this suddenly feel different? Maybe he’d gotten bored, and didn’t want to continue the silly exchange with you. How could something so stupid turn into something so important?
You wondered why it made you hurt so bad on the inside, why it made you cry so much and so hard. You wondered why you bothered telling Grayson what happened, explaining your weird ritual with Ethan to him, and you wondered why Gray had sighed and said: “Let me talk to him.”
The next morning, Grayson called you, a little too early for your liking. You groaned into the microphone as he laughed.
“Just come over later. Whenever you’re ready to be up. Okay?” You let out a grunt in agreement and Grayson ended the call. You dropped your phone onto the floor as your arm hung over the side of the bed, almost immediately falling back asleep.
When you woke up, you did so in a flurry. You sat bolt upright in your bed and realized you had fallen back asleep for what was probably hours. You quickly sprang out of bed and got ready, taking a note of your record time as you ran out the door.
You grabbed your longboard and made your way to the twins’ apartment, which was entirely downhill of your house, making the ride easy and breezy. Your unbuttoned dark purple flannel blew in the wind behind you as your black crop top fluttered against your stomach. Your flat converse low-tops made it easy for your feet to stick to the board and your ripped jeans had a little give to them which allowed you to slalom down the hill easily. You had thrown on a matching grey snapback and you checked your phone quickly, not wanting to fall.
It had been three hours since Grayson had called you, closing in on three and a half now as you made your way to their place. You bit your lip nervously, remembering that Gray had promised to talk to Ethan, although the exchange was so cryptic that you could barely justify why you let him. You let out an odd, unattractive groan as you rounded the corner and let yourself glide across the threshold of the apartment complex. You felt more and more awkward as you approached their building.
As you rolled up beside it, you hopped off your board, running next to it for a second before picking it up, holding it close to you as you walked toward their door. You raised a hand to knock, but the door opened before you could, surprising you.
You jumped as the door swung open to reveal the boy with the blue streak.
Your heart halted in your chest as the two of you stared at each other, you with wide eyes and him with the same bored expression he always wore around you, but only for a moment. When saw that you looked a little nervous, he cracked a smile and held the door open for you. You left your board by the front door and walked in.
“I talked to Grayson…” he began, running his hand through his hair before turning back to face you, making you freeze by the kitchen counter. You tried to think of words, but suddenly, you didn’t speak English anymore. Or any other language, for that matter. All you could remember how to say was:
Ethan’s eyes seemed to bore holes into you as he approached you, slowly, taking his time. You backed away from him, and the intensity of his stare until the cold marble of the counter bumped the small of your back. It surprised you, making you jump again. He didn’t stop advancing. You nearly climbed the counter at the sight of him. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. It wasn’t like he was going to hurt you.
Actually, his gaze seemed to convey quite the opposite, but that had to be your eyes playing tricks on you…right?
He had you pinned against the counter, with one hand on either side of your waist, holding the cool stone in his hands. You looked up at him, eyes still wide open like you wanted them to fall out of your head. You bit your lip as he got closer to you.
“Yeah, he told me you were upset I never sent you a snapchat back yesterday, and that you didn’t know why that upset you so much.” You could feel the flame of a dark blush creeping up your neck to your cheeks as you raised a hand to rub the back of your neck. You looked away from him, down to your shoes and the space in between the two of you, now watching it close as he got even closer.
“I guess…” You offered quietly, your voice cracking. Ethan was intimidating, but this was a whole new level. You heard him chuckle.
“(Y/N), do you know why I never let you get close to me?”
The question immediately made you raise your head to look at him, one eyebrow raised. Was this really the time for that question? You blinked at him.
“Uhh…” He cut you off. There was very little distance between the two of you now. You doubted you could fit a playing card between the two of you. He had you pressed against the counter, and his chest pressed against yours. You could feel his warm breath on your face and smell his cologne. The scent made you a little dizzy.
“It’s because my brother met you first. I would never overstep him on a girl he met first.”
Your other eyebrow went up.
“Ethan, what are you talking about?” He only smiled at you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, seemingly admiring your face.
“I was waiting for Gray to make his move on you.”
If they weren’t connected to your brain, your eyes would’ve fallen out of your head.
“YOU WHAT?!” You were shouting now, which made Ethan laugh out loud, letting his head fall back as he did.
“I was waiting for Gray to make a move on you. He met you first, it would’ve been only fair. But he talked to me last night and I finally confronted him about it. He said he’d never make a move on you and he didn’t feel that way about you.” Your heart must’ve been buzzing like a hummingbird because you could hear it in your ears and it had never pounded this fast in your entire life.
“What does that have to do with you ignoring me?” You asked, looking back up to him. He smiled and you thought that if he hadn’t had you pinned to that counter, your legs would’ve given out from underneath you.
“It’s relevant because I’ve had a thing for you since he introduced me to you. But I thought he did too because of how close you guys are. And Gray is kind of shy when it comes to girls, so I knew he’d take forever to make a move on you anyway. So I backed off. But I found myself falling harder and harder for you. I couldn’t even be in a room with you without getting lost in thoughts of you.” He shrugged and picked up one hand to push his hair back. “So I pulled away. I wanted to give Gray a chance. But I couldn’t pull away completely. That’s when we started our little snapchat exchange.”
Somehow, Ethan took another step closer. You felt your mouth become dry and your head light. It was all starting to come together. All of it made much more sense now.
“So I tried to send you clues - hints about how I felt about you. Each song meant something to me. They reflected how I felt about you.” You bit your lip and looked up at him as he turned his head away slightly and you could see he was blushing. Everything made sense to you now. Everything. It all fell into place. It all felt right.
“Ethan, I feel the same way…”
He snapped his head to look at you. Now it was his turn to be surprised.
“What?” He asked quietly, sounding incredulous.
“Ethan, why do you think I got so upset when you didn’t respond to me? It’s just a stupid fucking snapchat? I spent the whole night sobbing. I thought I had ruined everything we had, even if everything we had was just some childish ritual. It made my day, every day. I always looked forward to it, because it was ours. When I thought I had done something to ruin it…” you almost choked on your words. “I couldn’t handle it.”
He looked down at you as you teared a little, bringing a hand to rest on your jaw, his fingers splayed against your neck gently as his thumb stroked your cheek.
“I thought you and Grayson had finally become official, so I backed off…” he explained, his eyes searching your own. You chuckled through your watery eyes.
“In his dreams,” you joked. Ethan smiled.
“Definitely in mine…” he whispered.
You almost felt sick you were so euphoric. Realizing your feelings for Ethan was a rollercoaster, but you were on it with him now and he was sitting right next to you, hands in the air, screaming and laughing and having the time of your lives. You reached up and held Ethan’s wrist as he pulled you into him.
Your lips touched and you felt actual fireworks explode in your ears, your forearms, your chest, everywhere. He now held the back of your head as he kissed you, his thumb under your ear, your hands sitting at his waist. It was long and slow and complete. Neither of you wanted to rush the feeling you both were experiencing. You felt like a completed work of art. Your lips collided over and over again in supernovas that felt as if they’d go on forever. You had just experienced the big bang all over again.
“Can I come out now?”
You heard a familiar voice from one of the bedrooms and it disrupted the two of you. Ethan turned and you looked around him to see Grayson standing in the hallway, waving awkwardly. You both smiled and Ethan pulled you into him, tossing an arm around your neck protectively.
“What do you say, (Y/N), should we let him out now?” Ethan asked. His eyes were dancing with the same spark you’d felt, shining full of stardust. You couldn’t help but beam at him.
“I suppose, if he’s okay with serious PDA, that is…” you replied, looking back up at him as he looked down at you with a growing smile. He leaned down and kissed you again with the same slow, careful attention. You reached up to rest your hand on his cheek, fingertips resting gently against his skin.
“Okay, ew?” Grayson said, and the two of you broke into giggles against each others’ lips. “Can we all just like, go out in public so I can eat without having to look at you two sucking face?” He asked, though he had a smile on his face as well.
“Nah, I think I’m gonna take my girl on a date, what do you say, (Y/N)?” You bit your lip and smiled as Ethan pulled you close and kissed the top of your head.
“I’d like that,” you replied quietly as the two of you headed for the door.
“What am I supposed to do?!” Grayson yelped as Ethan grabbed his keys off the counter and you grabbed your board.
“ORDER PIZZA,” you both shouted together before Ethan slammed the door shut.
Grayson looked down at his feet, feeling a little dejected. You opened the door and poked your head back in, smiling.
“Come on,” you said with a giggle. He beamed and followed you out the door.
The three of you went for a casual dinner, you in the front seat of Ethan’s car, taking goofy snapchats as you all sang along to the radio.
summary: With great power comes unexpected and awkward side effects. Also: kissing lessons. (Isn’t that how the saying goes?)
a/n: Guess who saw Power Rangers and is predictable trash? Guess who loves all that trope-y cheesiness? Guess who doesn’t remember how to write, but is doing it anyways? Me me me. Anyways, I tried to bring the cheese, my friends, but I’m just not capable of writing poetry like ‘Are we Power Rangers or are we friends?’. Alas.
A/N: Still can’t get the Keep Reading link up. Again, I’m sorry for the space I’m taking up on your dashboard.
Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Summary: The Avengers spy on you and Peter on your first date.
Word Count: 2,660
Tony jumped at the sudden intrusion of your voice. He looked up to see you, a bright smile on your face.
Tony sighed, wiping his hands with a dirty rag, “Try not to do that when I’m working. Unless you want things to blow up, in which case, do it all you want.”
You blushed, rubbing the back of your neck, “Sorry.” You took a deep breath, “So, I have some exciting news.”
Tony raised an eyebrow, “Does it involve me?”
He waved a hand, “Then I’m not interested.”
You rolled your eyes, “Daaaad.”
Tony chuckled, “I kid. Seriously, I’m not that heartless. What’s up, buttercup?”
You put your hands together, grinning widely, “Peter asked me out!”
Tony froze, processing your words. “Peter? As in Peter Parker? Spiderling Peter Parker?”
You put your hands on your hips, “Do you know any other Peter Parkers? Of course, it’s him, Dad.”
Tony nodded but said nothing. Instead, he started to walk out of the lab.
You raised an eyebrow, “You’re not going to say anything?”
He stopped, turning back to look at you. He placed a hand on his head, “Sorry, hon. Uh, that’s great. Where’s he taking you?”
“Well, first we’re going to eat at the Brooklyn Diner.”
You narrowed your eyes slightly at him, “Then, he’s going to take me to Central Park.”
Your dad scoffed, “That’s not much of a date.”
“It is only the first date.”
Tony blinked, “First date? Are you planning on having more?”
You shrugged, “Well, assuming it goes well, probably. Plus, I really like him. So, yeah, we probably will have more.”
Tony rubbed his chin, “Interesting.” Without saying another word, he walked out of the lab.
You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, “Ooookay?”
“(Y/N)’s going on a date.”
Clint chuckled, “Is that why you called us?”
Tony crossed his arms, “This is very serious, Barton.”
Natasha rolled her eyes, “No, it’s not. You’re making this serious. She’s a teenage girl.”
“My teenage girl. “ Tony said, pointing to himself.
Sam shrugged, “What difference does it make? Let her have her fun. Besides, it’s only the first date. Nothing ever happens on the first date.”
Steve nodded, “And, besides, she’s going out with Peter. He’s a good kid. He’d never do anything to your daughter, Tony.”
Tony sighed, “Cap, you don’t know that. He’s a teenage boy. You know how they can be.” He looked at Steve again, “Okay, well, maybe not you.”
“You are being dramatic, Stark.” Thor said, pointing Mjolnir at him, “Let the young ones have their fun.”
Bruce nudged the billionaire, “You always say you want her to be happy.”
“I thought you were on my side. Anyway, they did it all wrong. If a guy likes a girl, he has to ask the girl’s dad before asking her out. That’s like Dating Etiquette 101. Apparently, Parker didn’t take that class this semester.”
“That’s a little old-fashioned, don’tcha think, Stark?” Clint popped a chestnut into his mouth.
Tony scoffed, “No. It’s common courtesy. He should have asked me before asking her.”
“Would you have said yes?” Nat raised an eyebrow.
“Ye - no. Maybe. But, he didn’t ask so I couldn’t have said anything.”
Steve sighed, “Okay, we get it. You don’t like the idea of her going out. But, is that the only reason you called us here?”
Tony chuckled, “Oh, no. As (Y/N)’s father, I only care about what’s best for her. So, I need volunteers to help me spy on them.”
Bruce rolled his eyes, “I knew something like this was going to happen.”
Tony raised his hands, “Hands? Come on, I’m not playing spy by myself. Clint, Widow, you’re spies. Help a guy out here.”
Clint stood up, stretching, “This is gonna be hilarious. Sure, I’ll go.”
Natasha sighed, standing up as well, “I’ll go. To make sure that you don’t ruin their date.”
Tony rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to ruin their date. I’m going to make sure that he doesn’t ruin her.”
Steve crossed his arms, “Tony, don’t you think that’s an invasion of privacy?”
Tony clasped his hands together, “Well, we know who’s not coming. Anyone else?”
Sam chuckled, “Sorry, Stark. I’m not spying on your daughter.”
Thor held up Mjolnir, “I shall come.”
Tony squinted his eyes, “Yeah, no offense, Point Break. But, you’re not exactly subtle. I guess this will have to do. Nat, use your spy skills to find out when her date is.”
Natasha placed a hand on her hip, “Can’t you ask her yourself?”
“I already asked her where. Go on. She trusts you.”
Natasha let out a sigh, “Whatever.”
With that, she walked out of the meeting room.
You were in your room, typing away on your laptop when you heard a knock on the door.
You closed your laptop, “Come in.”
The door opened, and Natasha came walking in, “Hey, (Y/N).”
You smiled, getting off your bed and meeting her halfway. You wrapped your arms around her waist, “Hey, Nat. It’s good to see you.”
She hugged you back, rubbing your back, “You, too. Anyway, I heard that you’re going on a date with Spider-Man.”
You chuckled, pulling away from her, “My dad is such a gossip.”
“Are you excited?”
You nodded, “Oh, definitely. I’ve had a crush on Peter for so long. I was thinking of asking him, but I didn’t want to risk being rejected. Plus, my dad would most likely have murdered him if I was rejected. But, he asked me out, so I was worrying for nothing.”
Nat patted you on the back, “I’m happy for you, (Y/N). When are you going?”
You hugged yourself, “Saturday night. He says that Central Park is more romantic at night.”
Natasha smirked, “So, he’s the romantic type?”
You giggled, “Apparently. I’m really looking forward to it. Oh! Do you think you can help me pick an outfit? I want to look nice but nothing too fancy.”
“I would love to.” She gave you another hug before walking out the door.
Saturday had come quicker than you expected. But, you weren’t complaining. Natasha helped you pick out a cute outfit, and you were eagerly awaiting the arrival of your date.
“I want you home no later than eleven, got it?”
You rolled your eyes, “Okay, Dad.”
“And if he does anything to you, let me know.”
You raised an eyebrow at your father, “Dad, this is Peter we’re talking about. Without the mask, he’s a stuttering sweetheart. He’s not going to do anything.”
Tony shrugged, “Hey, it’s been known to happen. And, if he starts to get boring, you can walk out.”
You shook your head, “Oh, brother.”
The ding of the elevator drew your attention away from your dad. The doors slid open, revealing none other than the Spiderling himself.
He smiled upon seeing you. He walked over to where you and your dad were standing.
“Hey, (Y/N). You look great.”
You smiled, “Right back at you, Peter.”
Peter gulped, nervously looking at Tony, “Uh, h-hey, Mr. Stark. Good to, uh, see you, too?”
Tony glared at him, “Bring her home by eleven. And, don’t touch her. You ought to be lucky that I’m allowing this.”
Peter rubbed the back of his neck, “Y-yes, sir. Uh, come on, (Y/N).”
You nodded, quickly hugging your father, “Bye, Dad. See you later.”
Tony hugged you back, “Not too much later.”
Eventually, you and Peter made your way out of the Tower.
“All right. Commence Operation: Spy Date.”
“Spy Date? Is that the best you can do?” Clint walked into the room, twirling an arrow in his hand.
“Uh, what are you doing with those arrows?”
Clint raised an eyebrow, “Uh, what I always do with these arrows?”
Tony chuckled, “I’m sorry, maybe you didn’t hear me. I said spy. We are spying. Meaning we don’t want to draw attention to ourselves. Those, Legolas, will draw attention.”
“Don’t act like you know anything about being a spy, Tony. Because, you don’t.” Natasha walked into the room, wearing a black leather jacket over a grey tank top and jeans.
Tony held out a hand towards Nat, “See? Guess we know who the better spy is.”
Clint held his arrow above Tony’s head, “Don’t make me make a kabob out of you.”
“You know, Peter and (Y/N) are not going to be out all night. You want to spy on them, Tony? Then, I suggest we head out.” Natasha got in between the two men and pushed them away from each other.
“Widow’s right. Let’s go.”
The three Avengers got into one of Tony’s cars and drove to the Brooklyn Diner.
Clint and Nat got out of the car, but Tony did not.
“What are you waiting for, Stark? This is your daughter we’re spying on.” Clint placed his sunglasses over his eyes.
Tony nodded, “Exactly. She’ll most likely recognize me no matter how much I disguise myself. Now, go in there and do what spies do. Don’t pick a table too close. I don’t need them getting suspicious. Talk to me through your coms and let me know if he does anything.”
Natasha rolled her eyes, “You better hope she doesn’t recognize us either. Come on, Hawkeye. Let’s get this over with.”
“Can we order food? Cause I’m starving.”
Natasha and Clint got a table not too far from (Y/N) and Peter. They held their menus up to shield their faces.
Clint huffed, “Does he want us to listen in on their conversation? Because, we’re too far away.”
Natasha sighed, “Stark is making too big a deal out of this. He ought to let her enjoy her night.”
“Uh, you know your coms are on right?” Natasha winced at the sudden intrusion of Tony’s voice in her ear.
She placed a finger on the com, “So what if they are? They’re not doing anything. From what I can tell, they seem to be having a nice conversation.”
Clint reclined in his chair, “Yeah, and besides, they’re sitting across from each other. The most they can do is hold hands.”
“No holding hands on the first date.”
Nat shook her head, “Tony, you’re being too much of a dad.”
“Uh, I’m sorry. Who has kids around here?”
“(Y/N) just laughed. He must be funny.”
“She laughs at everything. Seriously, if you just look at her, she’ll start laughing.”
“Well, they just got their food. Looks like Parker got a burger while (Y/N) got a cheesesteak.” Clint looked at his menu, “Are we supposed to watch them eat? Because I’m hungry enough as it is. If I knew we were coming to a diner and not going to order anything, I wouldn’t have come.”
“(Y/N)’s a very fast eater. She’ll be done soon. And, if you’re hungry, there are plenty of hot dog carts around New York. Just hope there’s one near Central Park.”
“Fine. But, you’re paying.”
About ten minutes later, the two teenagers had finished their meals and were heading out the door.
Nat pushed the button on her com, “Tony, they’re heading out the door.”
“I see them. They’re not holding hands, but they’re standing a little too close. Six inch rule, anyone?”
Clint chuckled, “Six inch rule? You are such a dad.”
“They’re down the street. You can come out now. We’ll take the long way to Central Park.”
Nat sighed, “We’re on our way.”
Ten minutes later, the three Avengers arrived at Central Park.
“Sweet. Hot dog cart at six o’clock. Pay up, Stark. You owe me.” Clint stuck out his hand, waiting for some money to be placed into it.
Tony rolled his eyes, fishing out a twenty from his wallet. “Here. I expect change.”
Clint looked down at the bill, “A twenty? That’s it?”
Tony put his wallet back in his pocket, “You don’t need a hundred to buy some weiners. Now, go. Before I change my mind.”
“Fine. Nat, you want anything?”
She shrugged, “See if they have corn dogs. If not, just get a dog with mustard and ketchup.”
Clint gave a two-fingered salute before heading over to the hot dog stand.
Tony clasped his hands together. “All right. Let’s go find the kids.”
It didn’t take long for Tony and Natasha to find the two teenagers. (Y/N) and Peter were leisurely strolling along the sidewalk.
“I feel so sorry for her. This must be the most boring date in the history of boring dates.”
Nat rolled her eyes, “Tony, why do you have to be like this? Let (Y/N) enjoy her night. They seem to really like each other.”
Tony shook his head, keeping his eyes on the two teenagers from the bush they were hiding behind, “I don’t care. She’s not ready to start dating.”
“Or, maybe you’re not ready to let her start dating?”
Tony blinked, looking over at Natasha, “What?”
She smirked slightly, “You don’t want her growing up, do you?”
“No. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m back. Here, Nat. No corn dogs, sorry. You didn’t want any, right, Tony?” Clint handed Natasha her hot dog and crouched down beside them.
Tony didn’t answer.
Clint raised an eyebrow, “Cat got your tongue?”
Nat took a bite of her hot dog then wiped her mouth with her sleeve, “I think Tony doesn’t want (Y/N) to grow up.”
Clint smirked, “Ah, now it all makes sense.”
Tony sighed, “Okay, fine. Maybe you’re right.”
Nat put her hand on Tony’s shoulder, “She’ll always be your little girl, Tony.”
Tony chuckled, “Yeah, but she’s not so little anymore. It’s tough, sometimes. In two years, she’ll be old enough to live her life on her own. I don’t know if I’m prepared for that.”
Clint smirked, “If you can handle robot armies, you can handle your kid growing up.”
“Well, kids and robots are two very different things. But, I guess I have no choice.” Tony looked up to see the two teenagers with their hands intertwined.
He smiled, “We’re done here. Let’s go.”
About half an hour later, you came walking through the front doors of the Tower with a huge smile on your face.
You entered the elevator, “To my room, JARVIS.”
“Right away, Miss Stark.”
After a few minutes, you had arrived on your floor. The elevator doors opened, and you were surprised to see your dad standing there.
Tony pulled you into a hug, “Hey, hon. How was your date?”
You blushed, remembering the good night you had with Peter. “Well, this is definitely not going to be the last date.”
Tony smirked, “Ah, so are you two a thing now?”
You grinned, “I’d say so. But, don’t worry. He didn’t kiss me. Well, he kissed my hand, but that’s it.”
Tony smiled, placing his hand on your head, “Well, I’m glad you had a good night. Parker’s a good kid.”
You nodded, “Yeah, he is. I’m going to bed now.” You gave your dad another hug, “I love you, Dad.”
Tony hugged you back, kissing the top of your head, “I love you, too.”
You pulled away then smirked, “You left earlier than I thought.”
Your dad raised an eyebrow, “What are you talking about?”
You placed your hands on your hips, “You really thought I wouldn’t notice?”
Tony looked down at you, “You know?”
“Yup. I saw your car when we left the diner. Come on, Dad. Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize one of your cars?”
Tony sighed, “Why must you be so smart?”
“I’m your daughter. That’s why. Did you really have to spy on us?”
Tony placed his arm around you, “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I guess it’s just hard for me seeing my little girl grow up.”
You smiled, leaning into your father, “I know, Dad. But, it’s going to happen eventually. But, no matter how old I get, I’ll always be your daughter. Nothing will ever change that.”
“Hey, guys!” You waved at the camera. Jack stood besides you, smiling to your invisible audience “Today I’m here with my not-so-lovely best friend, Jack Maynard!” You joked, cheering after you said his name.
He pushed you aside, a big smile plastered on his face “I don’t even know why I still hang out with you” he joked, watching you as you popped your head into the shot again.
“Today we’re doing the Yoga Challenge!” You said, ignoring him “I would do it with my boyfriend, but I don’t have one of those” you said, pouting slightly.
Jack rolled his eyes playfully “Why would you need a boyfriend when you have me, huh?” He teased. You knew he was just doing it for the Y/S/N shippers. He was like that off camera as well, but you knew he was always a more indecent teaser when the spotlight was on both of you.
“Stop trying to get out of the friendzone, Jack” you teased back, giving him a playful look.
He put a hand over his heart, and moaned dramatically “It hurts, babe” he said, and you couldn’t help but blush by his words. Him calling you a babe was your weakness, and he knew it. So he used it against you all the time.
“Anyway, lets go back to the video” you said casually before things could get any more awkward “Conor has chosen some random pictures of yoga poses and he’s sent them to me, but I haven’t opened them yet so I don’t know what to expect”
You looked at Jack, who nodded “And since I’m still a great personal trainer, I will make sure we ace those yoga poses” he smiled.
You rolled your eyes playfully “You were a personal trainer when you did it with Josh and let me tell you, it wasn’t brilliant” you laughed.
He pushed you again, making you squeal “Let’s get started!” He cheered.
You grabbed your phone and opened Conor’s chat “Alright, this one should be easy” you said, showing him a picture of a couple with their backs bent and holding their elbows.
You adjusted your yoga clothes. It was just a plain pair of thick black leggings and a grey tank top that showed a little bit of skin on your belly. Your hair was up on a high ponytail, and you were just on your black socks. Jack, on the other hand, was wearing long running pants and a tight Nike t-shirt that revealed a little bit of muscle.
When Jack proposed you did the Yoga Challenge together for you channel, all you could think about was him all sweaty in sporty clothes. You would be lying if you said you haven’t been feeling a little bit weird about him lately. It was just the way he looked at you, touched you, made you laugh, took care of you. It drove you insane.
Why did it take you so long to realize he was such a good guy for you?
But you always shook your head at that kind of thoughts. He was just your friend. You were just a friend to him. It would be wasted effort to try to be something you obviously were not. But still, you couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like to have those full lips on yours.
The second and third pose weren’t much of a challenge themselves. All in all, you were quite the talented yoga couple. But then, the fourth pose came. You should’ve seen it coming. It was Conor choosing the pictures you were talking about.
“So, I basically have to hold you by the ass” Jack said, laughing out loud as he saw the picture, showing it to the camera afterwards “I can go for the waist if you want”
“It would be more appropriate” you said, getting ready just above him. You carefully leaned back until you felt Jack’s hands holding you steadily on your waist. Or maybe not so steadily.
You accidentally slipped from his grip, and lost balance. But before you hit the floor with the loudest bang you would’ve ever heard, Jack moved quickly just so his body was under yours. You fell on top of him instead, as his hands never left your sides.
“Shit, are you okay?” He asked you, getting up immediately to check if you were hurt. You chuckled, holding onto his arm to sit up.
“Good catch, I have to say” you laughed, making him laugh as well now that he knew you were alright.
“I’ll always catch you” he mumbled, but you weren’t sure if you had heard it well, so you let it go.
The rest of the video went fairly well. You were lucky Jack was so strong - and patient - or else the challenge would’ve gone way worse. You fell off him a couple of times, nothing too serious. But Jack’s touch on your skin sent chills down your spine every single time, and you knew you were screwed. Your attempt to forget your feelings towards him had failed miserably.
“And that’s it for this week’s video, I hope you liked it” you started your outtro, the ponytail that once laid perfectly on top of your head, now fell off it not so perfectly. Jack breathlessly ran a hand through his sweaty hair behind you “Don’t forget to subscribe to me and…” you looked back at Jack “Never mind! See you!”
“Hey!” He protested, pushing you again.
“Alright, alright! Subscribe to Jack, bye!” You mid-shouted. Jack laughed as he turned the camera off for you.
“That was intense” he commented as you lied down on the floor, aching for some coldness “You’re not hurt, are you?”
“Not a single bit” you breathed, running a hand up and down your flat stomach. You noticed Jack looking at you “What?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow playfully.
He then lied down next to you, making you laugh “You know what?” He said, running a hand up his stomach as well “You’re quite fit for a couch potato”
“Hey!” You whimpered, hitting his arm as hard as you could. But his muscle was hard enough, and you hurt your hand “I hate you so much” you said, wiggling your hand to ease the pain.
“Here” he suddenly took your hand and placed it under his lips, kissing it carefully like mothers do to their children “All better?” He asked, looking directly at your eyes, and you thought you had never seen him look so soft-like.
You nodded, not being able to look away from his eyes. His fingers interlocked themselves with yours, and he pulled you in for a hug, so you were lying on top of his body. Your head rested on his chest, which was moving up and down quickly. And without saying a word, he started stroking your hair just the way you liked it.
“Relaxed?” He asked you after a while. You mumbled a ‘yes’ before closing your eyes and breathing in his strong, sweet scent again.
His chest was unbelievably comfortable. You had never shared a bed with him at night, but you could picture how good it would feel, to have his strong arms wrapped carefully around your body while you sleep. You almost dozed off, but the feeling of Jack’s lips on top of your head made you open your eyes again.
“How about we get out of these dirty clothes and take the couch for the rest of the evening?” He mid-whispered as he rubbed your back.
“Sounds amazing” you mumbled, half asleep, as you tried to push yourself up. Your struggle made him laugh “Not funny” you said, but it only made him laugh more.
Suddenly, he wrapped his arms under your legs and behind your back, lifting you up from the floor in one swift move. You immediately wrapped yours around his neck, holding on for dear life.
You closed your eyes again “I love you, Jack” you said, not really knowing why you said it. But there was no going back and you didn’t regret it as much as you thought you would.
Jack then laughed and kissed your temple “I love you too, Princess”
“Do you really think I’m a princess?” You asked, not really sure if you were drunk or just sleepy. Both alcohol and sleep had the same effect on you, anyway. You usually hated yourself when that happened, but this time, you were amused.
“Of course you are” he said, smiling, knowing that you were just tired “And whoever says otherwise is lying” he reassured you.
You opened an eye to look at him “Then why don’t I have a boyfriend?” You asked him, and your heart sunk while the words left your mouth. You always tried to deny it, but being the only one of your childhood friends who wasn’t in a relationship yet made you insecure. At first, you thought there was something wrong with you. Then, that there was something wrong with boys. And now, you didn’t have a clue anymore.
“Because you don’t deserve any of those jerks, that’s why” Jack said, putting you down on your bed. You held his arm, gesturing him to lie down next to you. And so he did.
You stayed in silence for a moment “Then what kind of guy do I deserve?” You asked him.
He was lying on his side, resting his weight on one of his elbows, so he could get a better look at your face. His other hand was traveling up and down your arm, caressing it like you always said you loved it “The best there is” he said “Someone who knows all your weaknesses, but who never uses them against you. Someone who helps you overcome them” you turned your head to look at him “Someone who makes you laugh, loves you like he loves himself, respects you, treats you like the princess you are” he smiled, and you couldn’t help but to smile back.
You nodded “Thanks for being so sweet” you said “I’m glad I got you”
“Hey, I was just talking truth” he smiled. He then cupped your face and gave you a small kiss on your cheek “I love you, Y/N, okay?” He said, and you nodded “And whoever hurts you…well, consider them dead already”
You chuckled at his protectiveness. But deep inside, you were happy you had someone like Jack by your side.
Suddenly, you noticed that his hand was still on your cheek, and that his eyes were still fixed on yours. You put your hand over his, drawing small circles on his skin with your thumb as he caressed your cheek with his.
You were confused, and you could tell he was as well. Because now you were looking at each other’s eyes. No words were needed, and he already knew he had been so fucking blind all this time.
How couldn’t have he realized it sooner?
You were the reason he woke up with a smile every day. Seeing you happy made him happy, and seeing you sad broke him inside. You were the first girl he had ever opened himself to. The first girl he introduced his family to. He didn’t want to have a little fun overnight and leave you the following morning, because he would feel empty without you. So fucking empty.
He had seen you as a best friend until he realized you weren’t his. Until he realized that you could eventually grow feelings for another boy, and that you could leave him for someone else who made you happier. And he wanted to be the one who made you happy, no matter how selfish it might sound.
And that, according to Conor, was called being in love. Not only that, but being in love with your best friend. Shit.
And as Jack thought he was crazy, he leaned in, and you didn’t stop him, because deep inside you wanted this as much as he did. Your lips touched in a soft, careful move, and the taste of each other’s mouths left you wanting more.
You found yourself on top of Jack again, but this time, it was far better. He held you tight as his tongue worked its way inside your mouth, making you feel things you didn’t even know were possible. And shit, you were kissing your best friend. Your freaking best friend. But then again, was there really another man who loved you as much as he did?
“You okay?” He asked you when you pulled apart, his blue eyes fixed on yours, calming you down with his stare.
“I am now” you whispered before closing the gap between your lips again.
And that’s when he knew. It didn’t matter if you were his best friend. It didn’t matter if he had seen hundreds of girls before. You were the one.