A/N: my friend calls me the angst queen and i feel this captures why..
It was raining heavily as you climbed into a taxi having just finished working; you were desperate to go home. You rattled off the address to your shared apartment with your boyfriend. He said he was having a few friends over for drinks when he heard you had the night shift at the bar, you shuddered in a mixture of cold and remembrance of the cold tone in his voice, he hated where you worked.
Leaning your head against the window you watching the raindrops flung against the glass and you clutched the box of cupcakes to your chest a bit harder. It was a peace offering because you weren’t an idiot; you knew you had been testing him recently. He had seen the way you shamelessly flirted at the bar, but you had explained this before he had seen it, it was the only way to get good tips. He was your only love, it seemed a phrase often repeated by you two.
Xiumin - He wouldn’t say anything but quietly sit near you and eat each cupcake you take out from the oven. He’d be more than pleased to see you not stopping making sweets, but after a few minutes his stomach wouldn’t say so.
“Jagi, what about you take a break?”
Luhan - He’d be purely disgusted at the amount of sweets in your kitchen, but would also be amazed at such a capacity you have of making so many. He’d just continue doing his work and hope you stop being mad soon.
“Baobei, do we have anything that’s less sugar…y?”
Kris - He’d be so confused and taken aback and amazed at what you’ve done all at the same time. He’d probably circle round and stare in disbelief at the cupcakes you’ve planted all over the room.
“What have you done to the kitchen?”
Suho - He wouldn’t dare comment on what you’re doing knowing he’s the one at fault, and simply sit at the back of the kitchen and try some of the sweets you’ve made, concluding that you really should apply for a cooking show.
Lay - He’d be over the moon when he sees all the cookies you’ve baked. He could swear you’ve never made anything this quick, but would promise never to be so stubborn again.
“Baobei, I love these, but let’s not argue anymore?”
Baekhyun - He’d be so suspicious of every little action of yours and would actually be anxious on how to react and what to say, so he’d carefully approach you and compliment how your cupcakes look pretty, hoping you’d forget about the argument that was clearly his fault.
Chen - Chen would whine, and would whine loudly at the sight of all the cupcakes lying all over the kitchen. He’d try to eat as many as he can, but would probably give up after the third one and call your friends for a visit so you eat them all together, while he goes to the bathroom to recover.
Chanyeol - It’s safe to say he’d be speechless when he first encounters numerous cupcakes lying wherever there was space left in the kitchen, but would muster up enough courage to leave a muffled comment.
“Jagiya, I do like sweets but this is… a lot.”
D.O - He’d probably forget you’ve had an argument the moment he sees everything you’ve made and approach you with a grin on his face, discreetly proposing a conciliation.
“How about we make some dinner first and then eat these while watching some nice film?”
Tao - He’d be disgusted just at the amount of sweets he finds in the kitchen when he comes to reconcile and would probably have to rethink whether he really wants a person capable of making so many cupcakes at once or not.
“I think I’ve already gotten diabetes just from looking at all these sweets.”
Kai - He’d challenge himself to eat all of the sweets you’ve made if that’d make you forgive him after the argument you’ve had. If that doesn’t work, he’ll challenge you on an eating battle, but make sure he loses so you feel a bit better.
Sehun - To be honest, Sehun would probably wait for you to apologise after an argument, but when he sees what you’ve done to the kitchen, he’d try to strike up a conversation and call his hyungs to help him distribute the cupcakes to others, so you feel nice knowing people enjoyed your baking skills.
Summary: Your mutual crush on Bucky is at a stalemate, but you get both get a push after Clint discovers one of your weaknesses.
Warnings: Fluff! Small mentions of drinking and prescriptions drugs.
Word Count: 1850
A/N: This fic is for my love, my darling, my favorite Canadian Insomniac: Roo aka @sebseyesandbuckysthighs . Happy Birthday, my dear!! I love you forever!!! Also, this was inspired by a hilarious conversation between the Avengers Trash Tower ladies and I that took place months ago. I’m so happy to know you all, my darlings!! And yes, Roo, I still have that legally-binding screenshot. ;)
Mark was taken by surprise as he looked at the three of you standing in
front of him. He was too busy focusing on your smile that he had missed the now
apparent diamond on your left hand.
Jinyoung reached out his hand and smiled, “Hi, nice to
meet you. You’re Dorine and Raymond’s son, the one who lived in Asia.”
Mark’s gaze was only on you, you tucked your hair
behind your ear, fidgeting at the situation that was occurring right now. He grasped Jinyoung’s hand and shook it, forcing a smile on his face.
“Hi, nice to meet you. Welcome.”
You stared as your fiancée and your ex shook hands, your
daughter remained clinging to your leg. You felt so uneasy, feeling your legs
wobble as the situation made you anxious. You bent down to meet eye level with
your daughter, pulling a cupcake from the table you handed it to her. “Why
don’t you and Jinyoung go and find a place to eat this cupcake while mommy
talks with her friend.”
Your daughter’s eyes widened at the cupcake, “Come on!
Let’s go eat!” she said in excitement before running off again.
You looked at Jinyoung and smiled, “I’ll catch up with
you two in a bit.”
meeting you Mark.” Jinyoung said already glancing to see where your daughter ran off too, then
he turned to follow after her.
It was silent, the tension surrounding both of you was
thick. You scrambled to find something to say expecting to be the first one to
speak but Mark beat you to it, “Wow, she looks so much like you.” Mark stated
as he watched your daughter from a far. “Jinyoung probably hears that a lot I’m
“Jinyoung isn’t her biological father,” you stated,
cursing yourself for speaking to hastily. It had become a habit for you to explain the situation
to others “Her biological father isn’t in the picture.” You quickly added. You
glanced at Jinyoung who sat with your daughter, peeling the wrapping around the
cupcake for her, “But Jinyoung is basically a father to her.”
As if Mark wasn’t surprised already, now he was really
caught off guard. He didn’t know what to say, a part of him hurt a little and another
part of him was curious to know what lead the father to not be a part of the
picture. Except, that was none of his business. He noticed the way you fumbled
with your dress and how uncomfortable you looked. He was starting to feel
pretty awkward himself.
“The cupcakes look great by the way,” he said shifting
topics and trying to ease the atmosphere.
“Thank you, definitely give one a try,” relieved that
he didn’t pry any further, you smiled at him, “I should get going and make sure
Jinyoung doesn’t let her eat the whole cupcake before dinner,” that was a lie,
you just didn’t want to be there with him right now.
“Yeah no for sure,” Mark nodded, “It was good seeing
“You too,” you smiled at him as you walked off.
Mark stared after you, you may have looked the same,
but your life was completely different. How did he not know that you were
engaged? Or that you had a child? Surely both of your parents would have talked
and there was no way news like this could have been kept hidden. He was more
out of the loop than he thought while he was in Asia. He needed a drink to
settle his thoughts. Mark made his way over to the bar and poured himself a whiskey
on the rocks. The cool malty drink warmed his chest as he sipped and made his
way over to the patio. He leaned against the rail to get a full view of the
celebration. Once again his eyes found you in the crowd. You were sitting at
the table, your daughter sitting on your mother’s lap while you fanned her with
a napkin. He watched as Jinyoung walked over with two plates of food and set it
down in front of you, casually slipping his arm around your shoulder as he
laughed at something your mother said. Mark felt a twinge of envy as he observed
the three of you together. He went to take another sip of his drink only to
find it empty, setting his glass down beside him he rested his elbows on the
rail. His gaze still fixated on you.
“Here, looks like you could use another,” Mark’s father walked over with two glasses in hand and handed one to his son. His eyes followed
to where Mark was staring. “She’s a spitting image of how Y/N looked growing up
Mark took a sip letting the estery flavor coat his
mouth before swallowing, “Did you know?” he asked his father.
“Your mom and I both knew, but we figured it was none
of our business to share her news.” His father said, his expression apologetic.
Like Mark, he wasn’t one to pry into other’s personal lives.
Mark remained quiet, as he always is when he has a lot
on his mind. Why was it that as he watched you smiling at your daughter, another
man’s arms draped around your shoulder, he still wanted you? How many times had
he thought about you and him together, regretful for the way things ended? It was
so hard for him to let you go these past years but you had obviously moved on.