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princessmariaphiliper · 3 years

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THE SLEEPOVER FIC | Part 5 The Contemplating

Notes: James Acaster, Original characters, No warnings this week just some good innocent fluff. I lied. I mention babestation twice, one day I will write something innocent.

Pairing: James Acaster x Reader

Genre: Fluff with eventual smut, Slow Burn fic

Words: 2,439

Summary: You and James have put yourselves into trouble, but you think maybe it’s hotter that way.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

The following Sunday morning you awoke to sunrise draping lazily through your cream curtains. Pulling the duvet back you dragged yourself out of bed with a soft stretch. Making your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You looked out your window at the dusty London street.

It was going to be a pleasant day today. Temperature making its way up to the mid-twenties. So late last night you had decided you would have a day outdoors. You had some writing to do for a project you were planning therefore you’d figured today was as good as any to start. Brushing your teeth idly you started your, now rather frequent, internal dialogue on James.

Your mind had been running circles since Wednesday evening and the kiss he’d given you on his way out. Part of you kept telling yourself that ‘maybe this was just a way he said goodbye to people’. After all, the two of you hadn’t had a sober goodbye up until that point. Perhaps it was just his formalities. And it wasn’t as if he’d called or even dropped you a text since then to indicate a romantic gesture. But the other half of you could help read between the lines of his subtle touches you could still feel on your skin.

Washing your face and leaving the room you moved to your wardrobe. Pulling out an oversized white tee and dark wash jeans. You began to get dressed. Considering where you might like to go today. After some deliberation you decided on the coffee house beside Camden lock. You sat down at your desk, putting on some concealer, liner and brushing up your eyebrows. You looked into your y/e/c eyes, edging the spoolie in between your fingers and resting your chin in both hands. Letting out a large sigh, the confusion continued.

You’d always considered yourself to know right from wrong. However, your thoughts of James had lately been trivial to that. Although you knew that James wasn’t happy in his relationship, that didn’t mean that his partner wasn’t. This was yet another hurdle of guilt that was blocking you from admitting growing feelings for James. But as much as you blocked it from your mind, you couldn’t block out the way James made you feel. A sense of calm, giddiness and as though you had known him all your life. Yet it had only just been one week since you first met.

Dropping your hand and sighing you shook the thoughts from your head. Brushing your hair quickly, grabbing your laptop bag and heading out for the day.

The air was warm, the sun shining down onto the streets as you stepped out from your apartment complex. You inhaled, sucking in the early summer air. It was busy on the streets, as it usually was on a Sunday in London. Many people basking in the final day on their trips before getting the train home. You would always recognise how lucky you were to have the chance to live in such a vibrant city, doing the work that you loved. Trotting with a skip in your step to your local tube station. A smile across your face from your blessing.

The tube, as always, was muggy and dirty. Passing a burst of carbonated air through every once in a while. But eventually you made it to Camden station and were able to bask in the sunlight once again. You made your way up Camden market, the bright colours above the stylistic storefronts. People weaving past as you pushed through the crowd, heading straight up towards the lock.

After some time of fighting past bodies you reached the lock, the filthy black bars and open arms of the coffee shop embracing you on arrival. You ordered your usual drink, nestling down onto a free table in the outside seating area. Under a parasol in the corner.

There were lots of people sitting and chatting around you, enjoying the sunshine with each other's company. You people watched for a while, taking pleasure in voyeurism was one of your favourite things to do in the city. It was filled with an array of characters, outside the restraints of the cafe’s fencing. The lining of the lock was littered with people, sitting, eating and drinking casually. There was a young couple beside you, seemingly on a first date, their conversation awkward and laced with anxiety. Reminding you subconsciously of how alone you were. Not only in this moment, but somewhat in day to day life.

Mostly working during the day, you hardly indulged in the thought of spending your time going on dates, let alone falling in love with someone. After your previous relationship you needed time for yourself. To learn, grow and understand who you were as a person. And yet here you were, years down the line having done all these things. Working alone in a coffee shop, surrounded by people in love. You pondered the idea for a moment, staring at the half drafted document on the screen of your laptop before beginning to type.

Comically however, just as you did so, your phone started to buzz from the pocket of your jeans. You reached inside, studying the caller ID before you answered. It was Olive, you pressed it to your ear.

“Olive”

“Hi lovely, I just wondered what you’re up to today?”

“Not much, I’m just starting the Eraser project I told you about the other day. I was going to send you the proposal a little later to see if you're on the same page with my thinking”

“Oh, brilliant, I was actually going to ask if you wanted to meet up over coffee to talk about it. I could come by yours in about an hour if that's okay?”

“I’m actually not in at the moment, I’m in Camden, I can meet you somewhere if you like though?”

“Camden sounds lovely on a day like today. I’ll come down and meet you there!”

“Alright perfect, I’ll text you the cafe I’m at when you set off?”

“That's great thank you, I’ll see you soon.” The phone cut out, leaving only the hubbub of people as your background noise. With a smile you began to type once again, grateful for someone to subside your lonely feeling.

Olivia arrived about forty five minutes after your initial call, the second call being moments ago when she couldn’t find you in the seating area. She was wearing a jade kimono that had an intricate peacock pattern on top of a black cotton jumpsuit. Paired with embellished sandals as well as multiple chunky bracelets. She gave you a warm smile as you waved at her above the sea of people.

“Y/n!” she said, making her way over and sitting across from you. A cup of jasmine tea in her hand.

“Hello lady Olivia,”

“How have you been?”

“On off, how about you?”

“About the same, grateful for the sunshine!” She exclaimed, raising her hands passionately in the air.

“So.”

“So” You grinned at one another, excited to be discussing a new creative project. “What are your thoughts”

“I think first of all it should be filled with colour. Hopefully, if all goes well, we’ll be able to set up an open air theatre by the end of summer, just before the kids go back to school. I want flowers and paint and colourful lighting.”

“That sounds amazing, what do you want me to do on the other side of things”

“Well I’d like for you to take a bit more of a writing hat this time around. I think you’re ready for it. I’d like to see what you can create and bounce off of one another that way. I think it’d also be lovely to get a balance between different age perspectives with what were wanting to talk about”

“I’m up for that one hundred percent, I’ll be the old crone you need whenever you need it love” You laughed at her choice of words, not having intended your statement in that way but nonetheless you appreciated her humour. “How long until you’re wanting to book a space for making?”

“I can get us one by next week if you want?”

“Yeah that's fine by me.”

The initial project proposal you’d brought forward was to explore gender and sexuality through growth. With memoirs, dance and music that was reminiscent of your own identity. You’d been brewing on the project for some time now. Unsure of how to put it into the world with its fullest potential. Then, you’d been working with Olivia and watching her grow at a later stage in life, you’d brought back out the project with a new filter. Wanting to go on a journey of creating ‘Eraiser’ along with her. The creative juices were flowing. You were on your third drink of the day, now accompanied with a muffin as your stomach had begun to rumble. You’d been brainstorming stories and concept ideas, bouncing off one another for a while when your phone began pinging on the table. It was a text from James causing you to do a secret giddy dance. The message that came through that read,

Are you in Camden?

I am, why?

Initially confused by how he knew your location before an image of you and Olivia from a distance came through. You smiled at the sound of his voice calling out your name above the early afternoon sun.

“Y/n!”

“James!” You responded, him making his way towards your table. You stood from your chair as he came closer, embracing him in a hug. James was dressed in a pair of yellow canvas shorts and a white tee to match your own. He enclosed his arms around you. Being slightly taller he was able to naturally rest his chin atop of your head.

“How’ve you been?” He murmured, placing a stealthy half kiss in your hair, before you released one another from the embrace.

“I’m alright how are you?”

“Okay thanks, you smell nice by the way” An offhand comment that made your hands curl around your middle finger.

“This is Olivia, my co-worker. Olive, James”

“Lovely to meet you” James held out a hand to shake Olivia’s. Once again causing you to question his ambition by how he interacted with her in contrast to you. From the handshake to the lack of speaking her name in a sentence as he did with you. You regained your seat as the two chatted.

“You too James. Might you be James from the telly?”

“Depends what channels you’re into.”

“Babestation?”

“Thats me”

“Have a seat,” She offered as the three of you chuckled, pointing to an empty table behind him. Accepting the invite to the table graciously James grabbed a chair and sat down beside you.

“What are you doing here?”

“Just having a meeting, enjoying the sunshine.” You squinted up towards the sky.

“Oh sorry, I’m not interrupting am I?”

“No no,” Olivia spoke with a slightly devilish grin, “We were about finished I think.”

This was a lie, you had been in the middle of explaining something to her when James had texted you. Knowing the implication behind her smile you rolled her eyes. It was going to be a long story to tell her once James had left. She continued,

“So where did the two of you meet?”

“We have a mutual friend, we met last friday for some drinks.” James nodded in agreement, mumbling a, some under his breath with a shake of his head. “What’re you doing here?”

“Oh you know, getting out of the flat while it's nice out. I’ve been working all week so haven't had a chance to see many people that I don't have to be funny for”

You felt slightly guilty but somewhat better about the fact that James hadn’t called since Wednesday. Selfishly forgetting he was a busy man, attempting to balance working to please people with a crumbling relationship. Not wanting him to feel lonely or burnt out. “Grab a drink if you like, I don’t mind not laughing at your jokes.” You responded sarcastically, however your intention was somewhat laced with care. James flashed you a kind smile, eyebrows raised in excitement. He placed his hands on the table, squaring his elbows in a half stand.

“Only if you’re sure, I don't want to impose!”

“No please join us, Y/n is not as interesting company as a real life pornstar” Olivia joked, causing a ripple of smiles and a light ‘fuck off’ to roll from your tounge. James stood from his seat with a ‘I won't be long’. The two of you watched him disappear into the cafe before Olivia turned to you with a knowing look on her face. You sighed, taking a sip of your drink.

“So, is he good in bed?”

“We haven’t had sex,”

“You should, he’s dishy”

“It's not like that,” You trailed off “He has a girlfriend.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah… but it's complicated apparently”

“How so?”

You explained as briefly as you could the events of the past week or so. Trying to watch out for how close James was getting towards the front of the line inside. After your word vomit Olivia’s grin was back.

“So you like him then?”

“I-” You contemplated, not having audibly admitted your thoughts for him yet. And the idea that you would have to face him in a couple minutes after doing so made you nervous. “It’s confusing.” you settled with.

“It doesn’t have to be Y/n”

Silently agreeing, you observed James as he ordered his drink now. Standing gently with one hand in his pocket, the other placed on the counter, his pelvis angled towards the window you were looking in from. Olivia continued,

“Listen to me. I’m twice your age love, and I know it might sound complicated and terrifying now but you’ll regret the things you didn’t try for when you’re my age. He seems lovely and it's clearly something that you want. You’ve been around him for less than ten minutes and your face has been lit up since he arrived. Even if its short lived its worth a shot, plus, it looks like he's into you”

“You don’t know that”

“Please, the way he had his hands around you earlier. I was practically gushing”

James had started making his way back to the two of you now holding an iced tea in his palm. He flashed you a smile as he came through the door.

“Just think about it.” Olive started again with a wink, “Because if you don’t, I might”

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ahs-honey · 5 years

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Out of the Ordinary. (Wilhemina Venable x Reader One Shot.)

A/N: hi omg it has been YEARS. i never usually write these sorts of stories but i decided to give this request a shot and here it is !! i hope someone out there enjoys this :)

Request: “ Can I request a Venable x Reader pre apocalypse where they are used to the reader being really upbeat and charismatic all the time and then there's one day they don't see them at work, and Venable goes to the reader's apartment to see how bleak it is and the reader's having a depressive episode and it,,,just really shocks Venable?” — @urleastfavtree (thank you so much for requesting this and pulling me out of the biggest ever writers block !! i hope i did the idea justice.)

Wilhemina drummed her manicured nails against her plum mahogany desk in a rhythmic pattern, her eyes falling to the clock in the corner of her laptop screen in what would seem like worry to even the most oblivious onlooker, if it weren't for her drowning any emotion in a facade of frustration.

You were never late. And yet, here was Ms. Venable, anxiously waiting for her annoyingly-cheery assistant to rush through the door and start word vomiting her way through the worlds worst excuse. Something along the lines of, 'I found an abandoned dog in the street and I had to take it to a shelter' or 'I went to buy breakfast for the homeless man across the street'. Those were the kinds of useless, ridiculous acts she could imagine you doing that would result in you not showing up for work on time.

However, an hour rolled by slower than ever before and you were still nowhere to be found. In fact, Ms. Venable almost waited the whole entire day for you to burst into the building. She would catch herself staring holes through the glass windows, hoping to see you dash past with a bright, apologetic smile on your face. She felt herself listening out for your contagious laughter and the sweet sound of your melodic voice in every hallway and corner of the building, and she even had someone bring her two cups of coffee in case you ended up showing up eventually.

The red-head couldn't even bring herself to start wondering why she had allowed you to take up her mind the entire day, but she absolutely despised the fact that you had such an affect on her. She always thought you were the most frustrating person to be around. You were so nice. Too nice. To her, to the idiots that worked at the company, and to absolutely anybody you would come into contact with.

Venable would never be the one to make or take phone calls unless the company was to be dealing with a difficult caller, but by lunch time, she had an iron grip on her telephone as she dialled your number.

Worry didn't fail to truly settle in her stomach when — after the third call — Venable realised that you weren't going to pick up the phone. That's when the woman decided she'd be leaving work early to deal with 'personal matters'.

It wasn't hard finding your address in the system, nor was it too hard getting to your apartment. But standing in front of your door, one hand tightly wrapped around her cane and another inching towards the run down wood, Wilhemina was soon finding it very difficult to come up with an explanation as to why she had gone so out of her way just to end up... here. At her assistants apartment. The person she'd claim she would have no trouble firing daily.

Just as the older woman shook every bit of evident concern off of her features — the crease in between her eyebrows dissolving and her stance straightening to perfection — you warily swung the door open, almost immediately seeing your own confusion being mirrored back at you as Wilhemina's eyes scanned your dishevelled form.

"Ms. Venable? What- uh, what are you doing here?" You wondered out loud, pressing the door towards its frame slowly in attempt to cover up as much of the mess of your apartment as possible.

"I-" the woman paused, clearing her throat as all emotion was forcefully drained from her face, "you didn't call in to work. Unfortunately, it is my duty to ensure that I get the reasoning behind that."

You were too debilitated to put on a show, and yet you couldn't help but tell a white lie in attempt to squeeze any last bit of worry out of Wilhemina's perfect features.

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Venable. I was sick all night and I slept through most of the morning," you bit the corner of your lip in hopes of easing the sadness building up inside of you, yet that didn't seem to work as Venable was soon met with teary eyes, shocking her enough for a visible frown to form on her face.

Deep down, the older woman knew it'd be best if she'd just flee the building right now. She knew that was the safest option. And yet, seeing you in such a shambolic state had her forgetting the reputation she had fought terribly hard to build, and before the red-head could see reason, the concern in her tone shone through like the sunlight on a summer morning.

"Have you eaten yet? I have time to spare before my next meeting and it wouldn't be too harrowing of a job to cook you a decent meal."

You swallowed the gasp that was threatening to part through your lips as, for once, Venable managed to say something which wasn't even mildly offensive to you.

All of a sudden, you felt yourself growing embarrassed of the state that you were in. You happened to be an absolute clean freak on any other day. Your clothing was always rich in colour, vibrant even, and your hair was always as close to 'neat' as possible. Yet here you were, hair unkempt and matted in places; clothing rumpled and dull-looking. You must've looked terrible on the outside but that didn't matter so much when you felt even worse on the inside.

"My- My apartment, it's-"

"I didn't ask about your apartment, (y/n)."

You sucked in a sharp breath, bracing yourself for complete humiliation, "r-right, Ms. Venable, sorry. Of course you can come inside."

Your fingers loosened and soon let go of the steel door handle as you let the block of wood draw open, the apartment soon coming into Venable's view. As much as your curious mind ached to see the reaction of the woman you'd grown to like so much, you couldn't help but train your eyes onto the ground as you stepped aside, allowing room for the red-head to slither into your home.

She slipped out of her boots and coat with practiced ease, not once stopping to gaze at the piles of clothes and rubbish strewn around the room, or to judge the bleak interior of your apartment. Venable had never found it difficult to dish insults out like words were nothing to her, but second after second passed, and the woman had not given even the slightest sign of displease or disapproval.

"Mind showing me to the kitchen?"

You finally looked up into Wilhemina's soft brown eyes, finding surprise and what could only be described as sympathy.

Nodding, you ventured through the building, Venable following shortly behind, cane drumming on the panelled ground.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I- I mean, you don't have to, Ms. Venable. Really, it's ok," you tried reassuring the woman that she wasn't obligated to help, but she simply ignored you, gesturing for you to take a seat at the kitchen table.

"You can call me Mina when we're in an informal setting," Venable spoke as she swung the fridge open, scanning her eyes over the few products you had in there. "French toast?" She asked, glancing over at you.

You nodded softly. "Thank you."

As the red-head busied herself with cooking, you sat and observed as she moved gracefully, yet with purpose, and you were drawn into deep thought, feeling yourself slowly detach from the moment.

That was, up until Venable placed a tall glass of water in front of you, uttering a simple, "Drink," before watching you gulp the cold liquid down almost immediately. You rapidly realised that you'd forgotten to drink today which you were sure that Wilhemina noticed, based on the slightly scolding look on her face, that softened only once you gave her a thankful smile.

You couldn't quite understand why the older woman, who was pretty much known for being cruel, would do such a nice gesture for you. And as you ate your food in silence, eyes glued to Wilhemina's back as she washed your dirty dishes, you felt yourself growing fonder and fonder of the red-head. You'd been warned countless times to stay away from her; told that she was dangerous and frightening to the bone, but she didn't owe you a thing, and yet, here she was, keeping you sane and grounded without even barely realising it.

Despite insisting you could finish up the rest of the dishes, Venable was quick to shut the debate down as she ordered you to go lay down on the couch, claiming she'd seen you yawn too many times for her comfort. She, herself, couldn't begin to comprehend why she was acting the way she was with you, but something inside her warmed — and possibly melted — whenever she caught sight of you.

Once the woman had left your kitchen polished and good as new, she ushered over to check on you, gently pressing her cane to the ground in order to keep you from waking up or feeling startled. She'd hate to admit it — in fact, she would never do so — but a small smile crept onto her face as her eyes fell upon your peaceful form.

A blanket was soon draped over your relaxed body, slowly pulling you out of sleep as you reached out and grasped onto Wilhemina's leg. "You didn't have to do that," you sleepily mumbled, eyes remaining shut.

The older woman froze in panic of waking you, before realising you were still half asleep. "Ssh now. This isn't the time to protest. You're clearly exhausted. Did you even rest at all or was that not the entire truth?"

You paused for a few seconds before letting out a deep breath, "I'm sorry, Mina. I didn't wanna disappoint you."

The woman bit her lip as she felt the admission pull at her heart strings. She couldn't quite believe that someone so usually-upbeat and optimistic could even think those things.

Careful not to put any strain on her back, Venable gently sat on the edge of the couch, eyes scanning your features as if she wanted to remember this moment forever. "You haven't disappointed me. I- I don't think you could ever do such a thing," Venable spoke more to herself than anyone else, voice dropping to a whisper by the end of her sentence. The red-head paused momentarily, debating with herself on what to say. She was never good at the 'comforting people' thing, she thought as she cleared her throat, "But (y/n)?"

"Hm?"

"Don't you dare lie to me again about how you're doing."

There was a moment of silence where Wilhemina was almost convinced that you had already fallen back to sleep, yet your hand soon found hers, embracing it in a warmth she hadn't felt in years. More so, a warmth she hadn't allowed herself to feel.

"I won't, Mina. Not to you. Not again."

Venable was almost breathless by the time your fingers finally loosened and she heard your breath even out. In reality, it was only a few seconds that passed, but it was enough to drain Wilhemina of all oxygen.

Her mind spun with thoughts of you and her heart ached with emotion for what seemed like the first time in eons. And those things never really eased up. Not hours later when her eyes scanned the spotless apartment before landing back onto your sleeping form, allowing her to indulge herself in one last longing look before leaving the building.

And not even after that.

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romewritingshop · 4 years

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Wake up Parker! Chapter 2: The Deal

Relationship: Peter Parker x Tall Older Reader (Peter is 22 and Reader is 26/27)

Warnings: Mention of sex

Word Count Total: 2136 (This Chapter)

Summary: Peter Parker is a student in the city of Brooklyn. He’s lazy, spoilt and he procrastinates a lot. He meets a woman named (Y/N), She’s recently moved to Brooklyn for an independent life. Something Peter is fascinated by. Over the course of a few months, Peter needs to realise that he has to grow up and become responsible for his life.

Tagged: @bggerbtch

WAKE UP PARKER! MASTERLIST

After the long day of partying with friends, Peter came home six in the morning. Falling right asleep for several hours before waking up around four in the afternoon to mess around in his room. Uploading the photos of his day out and picking the best ones to save on his laptop. He changed his shirt into another print shirt with an Iron Man mask on the front. A tall woman with vibrant orange hair stepped into the room, with a resigned look on her face. Mrs Pepper Stark.

She was dressed in a simple white sweater and blue denim jeans. Taking in the jungle that is Peter's room. She stepped over the possible dirty clothes and dropped herself down beside Peter. Who was laying on his front, with his laptop in front and simply staring at the screen. Pepper cared for Peter more than she would like to admit. Sure, Morgan was her actual daughter, but her heart always went out for Peter.

Pepper smiled and gently rubbed Peter's shoulder, noticing a smiling picture of Peter and his friends. She recognised one of them "That's Ned, isn't it?"

Peter simply hummed and asked a different question "Why don't you knock?"

"It's because we have a cool open relationship."

Peter simply rolled his eyes. "What is it, Mrs. Stark?"

"I came to see you. Check how you've been because you're always busy with friends and college. It's been a while since we've sat down together."

"I'm fine."

Pepper pursed her lips and glanced around uncomfortably. She really did try to relate to Peter on his level but she couldn't seem to get through to him well enough. She decided to change the subject, remembering Peter's exam.

"How was your exam yesterday, Pete?"

"It was okay."

"Just okay?"

Peter hummed in agreement, not really paying attention to Mrs. Stark. Peter wanted to be alone right now and Mrs. Stark was just not getting the hint. Pepper stood up and started picking up the clothes off the floor, tossing most of them into the straw hamper by Peter's desk table.

"Just know Peter, Tony and I are so proud of you. Your Aunt would be proud that you're a graduate now." No response from Peter. "So I guess now is a good time to learn some organization Peter. Start folding some clothes. Clean clothes in the wardrobe and dirty ones in the hamper by your desk drawer."

She turned to see Peter hadn't moved from his place.

"Come on, Peter."

"I'll do it later, Mrs. Stark."

Pepper noticed a tray of dirty dishes on the dresser opposite his bed. She rolled her eyes and stepped to the tray, now slightly irked from Peter's habits. "Peter. Every time you bring food to your room, can you please take the tray back down to the kitchen? You could get ants if you leave dishes like this."

Peter was starting to feel irritated by Mrs. Stark's constant nagging. He was a fully grown adult and Mrs. Stark shouldn't have to keep treating him like a child. Though he remained patient, knowing that if he retaliated, the situation would unnecessarily escalate. Pepper went forward to Peter's wardrobe and slid the door open. Sighing at the many printed t-shirts that Peter had.

"Another thing Peter. I do like your t-shirts but maybe you could start wearing button shirts and cardigans. You'll look much smarter and I heard this saying from a movie: 'Clothes maketh a man.' Or was it manners?"

Peter heavily huffed and turned to face Mrs. Stark.

"It's manners! And leave my clothes alone! I said, I'd sort it out!"

Pepper's shoulders dropped slightly as she gave a dejected nod towards Peter. Walking to the straw hamper and picking up the bin to pin between her hips to take it down to the washing machine. Peter watched Mrs Stark's shoulders sag as she picked up the straw hamper beside his bedside table. Peter felt a little guilty and understood she only meant well. Peter closes his laptop and stands up. Grabbing the tray of dirty dishes.

"Mrs. Stark, I didn't mean to shout at you. It was a long day yesterday. I'll help you take this tray down."

Peter hoped that was a good enough excuse and it seemed to work. Pepper smiled and knew Peter didn't mean to be angry. Sure the excuse of yesterday was bullshit but she let it go, knowing Peter felt guilty for his actions. She rubbed his left shoulder and gave a short nod.

"Sure. I want to ask: Will you eat dinner with us? I’m making your favourites: Larb, Tom Kha Gai and Sticky Rice Pudding."

Peter gave a smile, agreeing to Mrs. Stark's invitation for dinner. Pepper held the door open for Peter, letting him walk through followed by her as they both made their way to the kitchen. After Peter dumped the dishes in the sink, he sat down at the dining table next to Morgan who was doing maths homework. Going on his phone to look at the latest car models.

"Peter, can you help me with this question?"

"In a minute."

As he swiped through the website, his eyes stopped at the one. That car. It was beautiful. A tall smooth curve roof and elongated body. A nice shade of black and it was electric. A wide front and lots of space in the boot of the car. This is the car. The Mercedes - Benz EQC. It had style and sophistication and it was totally Peter’s style.

“I’m home!”

Peter knew just who to ask as Peter turned to the direction of the voice. Mr. Tony Stark. Trim styled beard and grey pinstripe suit with a bright colourful picasso artistic tie. Peter’s adopted father. He was good friends with May and when May passed away, she handed Peter to Tony’s care when Peter was nine. Mr. Stark was awesome for the most part. Although, recently Mr. Stark has really been bugging Peter to join the business. Hopefully today’s not the day.

Pepper steps away from the kitchen and towards Tony, who was standing in the doorway between the hallway and the kitchen/dining room. Morgan jumps up and goes to hug Tony, who placed his briefcase down and engulfs Morgan into a hug. Pepper and Tony share a quick kiss and Morgan leads Tony to sit next to her at the head of the table. Pepper heads back to the kitchen to finish off dinner, watching the family converse about their day. Peter also gives a small quick greeting to Mr. Stark but Tony rolls his eyes.

“So Maguna, how was your day today?”

“Awesome! Miss. Cho loved my science project and thinks I should enter it into the Junior’s National Science Fair.”

“That’s great Maguna, I told you if you kept at it you’d have a badass project.”

“Then my day got bad because Mr. Russo gave me difficult maths homework.”

“Well, I’m sure he gave it to help you. Did you ask for help?”

“I asked Peter, but he’s too busy on his phone.”

Peter stopped swiping on his phone at the mention of his name. Leave it to Morgan to expose Peter to Mr. Stark like that but Peter glanced up and defended himself.

“I said I’d help in a minute. Was just looking at something.”

“And what was so interesting that you couldn’t spare a minute to help Morgan with her maths homework?”

Pepper called out to Tony in a warning tone. Peter showed the screen of the car to Tony.

“The new Mercedes Benz Electric car.”

“Okay. So what do you want me to do with this?”

“It looks awesome, doesn’t it?”

Pepper smiles knowingly at Peter’s sales pitch. She was starting the prep work for Larb by chopping up the veg. Even Tony knows where Peter was trying to go with this car. He and Pepper shared a glance before Tony decided to say.

“It does look awesome, Peter. That also reminds me, college is finished right?”

“Yeah?”

“So you’re a free agent and you don't have classes to skip anymore?”

“Where are you going with this, Mr. Stark?”

Tony turned to glance at Pepper, who shook her head. She was not going to help Tony with this conversation. Tony started it and he should finish it. Tony sighed. He didn’t want to have to spell it out to Parker but luckily he had one person that could help him.

“Maguna, you wanna help out Peter?”

Morgan gave a nod, having already figured out what her dad was trying to tell Peter. Morgan was a smart kid. She took after her dad and grandad.

“Dad is saying that you should join the office.”

Tony smiled and patted Morgan’s head.

“Exactly. Maguna, you just earned yourself a popsicle.”

Peter frowned at this team up. The office. Peter had a feeling that one day, Mr. Stark would ask him to join the office. Although he didn’t expect that the day would be today. Peter was not ready.

“Mr. Stark, the office?”

“You’ve finished with college right?”

“Yeah but -”

“Then till you get your exam results, you’ll be working in the office.”

“But Mr. Stark, what am I going to do there?”

“Work, what else?”

“But Mr. Stark, your company makes security alarms. 'Stark Security'. It's just - it's so not my thing!”

“Not your thing? Peter, our company ensures clients are safe and secure in their homes. Sure the name isn’t creative but I’m sure with you on board, you’ll make us relevant with the times. We are close to developing an AI security system that could keep you safe and help you with your daily chores. Law enforcement recommend having our security system. Peter, you could find your niche here.”

“Mr. Stark. No! No! No way! I'm not joining the office! I’m sure you mean well but … no!”

Peter got up and was heading upstairs when Mr. Stark upped the ante. Tony knew the best way to get Peter to agree. Sure it was a little sneaky but it would definitely be an encouraging start to get Peter to be serious about life.

“Ok then. The more I think about it, the more I realise that the car you were showing me is actually awesome. You know what would make it even better. If that car was sitting in our garage.”

Peter stopped in the doorway and slowly turned to Mr. Stark who had a smug smile on his face. Surely he wasn’t serious. Morgan and Pepper watched the conversation carefully. Pepper shook her head at Tony’s bribery and knew it wasn’t the right way. Peter slowly walked back and stood opposite to Mr. Stark.

“You're not serious? Are you?”

Mr Stark gave a nod and began the bargaining.

“Just work at the office for six months. The car is yours.”

“Six months? That's so long! Fifteen days.”

“Do I look like an idiot? Maguna, help me out here.”

Morgan gave a nod and stepped in for her dad.

“Ninety days. It’s better than working a year for that car.”

“Twenty days.”

Mr Stark rolled his eyes and reduced the amount. “Minimum sixty days.”

“No more than thirty days.”

Morgan tapped her Dad’s arm, nodding at that offer. Tony creased his eyebrows and Morgan gave a bright smile. That was the offer to take. Thirty days would definitely make/break Peter. Tony gave a nod, agreeing with his negotiating daughter.

“My legal advisor, Maguna has spoken to me and thinks thirty days is enough and no less. You can start work tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“The sooner you start work, the quicker you get the car, right?”

Peter had a smile and shook Tony’s outstretched hand. A new car. Thirty days will go by quickly and Peter will have a new car. He can do this. Hang on! Peter frowned as he watched Tony help Morgan with her homework. Pepper was stirring a big pot of food in the kitchen as Peter sat back in his chair. Something was up.

“Mr. Stark, this is a test right?”

“What do you mean, Peter?”

“A Mercedes for a month's work?”

“You’re joining my office. That's the biggest deal. That and you’ll finally get serious about what you want to do in life.”

A twinkle sound rings as Peter checks his phone, to see a text message from his friends. They were waiting for him outside. Crap! Peter forgot he had to go to Wanda’s stupid college farewell party. At that moment, Pepper called Morgan and Mr. Stark to help set the table when Peter ran up to grab his rucksack. He trudged down the stairs and was about to go through the front door when Pepper called out to him.

“Peter!”

“Mrs. Stark. I’m so sorry. I completely forgot there’s a college farewell party that my friends want to go to.”

“But Larb?”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Stark. Today’s my last night of freedom before I join the office tomorrow. Please.”

Pepper’s face softened at Peter’s face. She gave a nod and Peter smiled. Rushing out the door and calling out a ‘goodbye’ to the Starks’. Pepper closes the front door and heads back to the dining table as she watches Tony and Morgan chow down on the Tom Kha Gai and Larb.

“You really think he’ll work for thirty days?”

Tony gave a nod and took a spoonful of rice and curry. Swallowing it and answering Pepper’s concern.

“I expect he’ll realise he needs to get serious about life. This is the only way he’ll realise that he needs to work hard for money.”

Pepper gave a nod and sat to the right of Tony and served herself so Tom Kha Gai and rice. Eating happily along with Morgan and Tony.

CHAPTER 3: MEETING INDEPENDENCE

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genre: angst / fluff / secretly dating au warning: some sexual themes pairing: yoongi / reader summary: the self-proclaimed photography hipster and the OG linguistics queen absolutely love - I mean loathe each other words: 1.9k a/n: inspired by WINE(inst) by suran and produced by suga

He ruffles your hair and you push him away in disgust, scowling when he attempts to come near you again.

“C’mon, I’m going to be your brother-in-law soon, can’t you be a little bit nicer?”

“You wish, Min Yoongi. Just because my sister’s getting married to your brother doesn’t mean I should start treating you differently.”

“Why do you even hate me so much?”

“If you hadn’t ‘accidentally’ thrown all my notes into the fire, then this wouldn’t be happening!”

“It was an accident!”

“Fuck off, Yoongi.”

“I’d rather fuck you instead.”

You scoff, turning to walk away when he grabs your wrist, spinning you around. You’re suddenly too close to him, his warm breath fanning across your face. Yoongi smirks, leaning closer to you. You feel heat rising up your cheeks — embarrassment or anger, he’ll never know — and without warning, your foot connects with his crotch and he screeches, instantly releasing his grip on you.

“Get out of my sight, Yoongi.”

There’s always something about the dark room that makes Yoongi happy. The place where photographs are developed, the colours bleeding into the paper slowly, swirling and mixing around before forming one cohesive picture.

It’s even better when those colours form you.

You, holding your hand up in attempt to snatch the camera away with a wide grin upon your face. You, with one hand propping your chin up but still on the verge of dozing off anyway. You, studying into the depths of the night with a cup of coffee in hand.

Yoongi smiles as he takes them down, examining them the moment he steps out of the dark room. Yes, the colours did come together nicely after all.

“Hyung!”

He places the pictures into his folder tucks it under his arm hurriedly, spinning around to find Jimin with a wide grin on his face.

“What do you want?” Yoongi asks, clearly showing signs of irritation, but Jimin doesn’t budge.

Instead, he shows his phone to Yoongi, a picture of a nice café is displayed, along with the faces of three other girls that he does not recognize.

“I’ve set us up to go on a group date tomorrow!”

“Count me out.” Jimin follows him to the courtyard, in attempt to convince Yoongi to go.

“Hyung, why not?” He whines. “It’ll be fun! Besides, we need three guys!”

“Why don’t you ask Jin?”

“Jin will just scare the girls away, and you should start getting interested in girls too!”

Yoongi’s eyes fall onto you, who was crossing the courtyard with your friends hurriedly, each of you holding a huge stack of books. Jimin follows his gaze and laughs.

“Well, I guess you could go for her.”

Yoongi glances at Jimin. “What’s wrong with that?”

Jimin shrugs. “I mean, she’s kind of a pompous bitch, isn’t she? And she’s such a nerd, constantly focusing on her work rather than going for social events. The two of you can be quite cute when you’re squabbling, but she’s kind of uptight and stuck up, isn’t she? I don’t think she’s even girlfriend material to begin with.”

Yoongi clenches his fist tightly. “Don’t talk shit about someone you barely know, Jimin.”

“It’s true though! I only see her at parties like what, once a year? Most of the time she’s in her room living in her books!”

“I rarely go to parties, aren’t I uptight too?”

“Yeah, but you at least know how to have real fun. Her idea of fun is learning how to read and speak Old English, whatever that is.”

Yoongi frowns before letting out a huff and turning away. “Forget about the group date. I ain’t going.”

“Okay, tell me your thoughts — does this track fit the cover art?”

The both of you are seated on his bed, with you practically on his lap as he brings up several files on his laptop. Jin wasn’t home, so it meant that you could wear one of Yoongi’s loose t-shirts and your underwear without the fear of Jin bursting into the room with some weird — but undoubtedly good — dish that he created upon impulse.

Yoongi presses ‘play’ and a sweet melody fills your ears before the bass is added into the mix. He quickly pulls up the image, displaying it to you proudly. You listen to the track as you examine the picture of a girl looking directly into the camera, hair tousled while the backdrop is filled with bright, vibrant colours in contrast to her pale skin.

A small smile forms on your lips as you start to nod your head in time with the beat, glancing over at Yoongi who’s clearly enjoying the track as much as you do. You rest your head on his shoulder, letting the music wash over you, and he places one hand on top of your head. You giggle when he turns it up louder, mouthing the words “This is my favourite part.”

You hum, shifting your position so that now you’re sitting on his lap, and he wraps his arms around your waist.

“I think it’s perfect,” you whisper.

He bows, a smug smile on his face as he tells you, “Of course it’s perfect. I produced the track and made the cover after all.”

“I retract my previous statement. I think it’s shit.”

There’s a soft thump as Yoongi smacks the back of your head playfully, you laughing as you swat his hands away. You pout when the track ends, turning to face him.

“Put it on loop, would you?”

He grins, reaching for his laptop and playing the track once again before putting it on a never-ending loop and setting it down on the floor. Your hands make their way to the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as you lean against his chest.

The track restarts and you lock eyes with Yoongi, who smiles fondly at you, reaching out to caress your cheek. You lean into the warmth of his palm, purring when his other hand starts to rub your back gently. He kisses your forehead, then your temple, then your nose, then your cheek, then your chin, and finally, your lips. You hold onto his hand, eyes fluttering shut as his tongue slides over your bottom lip.

“You taste like peppermint.”

“Taehyung brought candy canes,” he tells you with half-lidded eyes, peppering your neck with little kisses, causing you to groan. “He said that we needed to get ready for Christmas.”

“It’s only November.”

“Well, that’s Tae for you.”

Yoongi nips at your skin in a playful manner, chuckling when he feels your hand tugging at his hair. He glances up at you, eyes closed and relaxed jaw, the lines of stress slowly ebbing away. Your warm breath against his ear causes a light shudder to run down his spine — oh, how he loved that.

He makes his way back to your lips again, and your tongue slips inside his mouth, gentle but demanding all at once. You relish his taste, finding yourself wanting more and more, releasing his hand and letting it run up and down your bare legs. Yoongi sets you down on the bed gently, the both of you still kissing as he straddles you. He pulls away, and the string of saliva between your lips was left to connect the both of you.

A group date? Why would Yoongi ever go for that when he had you — a pompous snob who thinks fun is dragging him into helping you study, an uptight bitch who stuck her nose up at him when he had no drive to accomplish his tasks at hand. Who needs one of those ditzy girls with high-pitched voices and absolutely no wit whatsoever when he had you, who would constantly engage in intelligent banter and squabbles with him whenever you felt like it.

Intelligence is most definitely sexy.

You moan as his hand slips under your t-shirt — well, more like his t-shirt — squeezing your side gently. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you as the kiss gets even more heated, this time with his tongue slipping into your mouth and exploring its depths.

Taehyung flashes a toothy grin when Jimin reaches for yet another candy cane.

“Yoongi-hyung’s been acting weird.” Jimin huffs, shoving the candy cane into his mouth. “He wouldn’t go for the group date with us.”

“I told you it wouldn’t work,” Taehyung laughs, propping his legs up on the table. “What’s so weird about that? He never came with us for any group dates in the first place.”

“Nah, the weird part is the fact that he kept staring at everyone’s favourite linguistics queen.” Taehyung raises his eyebrows.

“Do you think hyung likes her?”

“If anything, they’re probably already together,” Jimin says, pulling the candy cane out of his mouth and waving it. “I found him shoving pictures of her into his folder earlier, and he also got super defensive when I started calling her uptight.”

Taehyung leans forward, interested. “But doesn’t he say that to her?”

“My thoughts exactly.”

Jimin sighs, sinking back into the couch. “How weird. When did they get together without either of us realising?”

Taehyung grins. “Wanna go pay hyung a visit?”

“Why not?”

He rolls off you, short little pants leaving his mouth. Your clothes are strewn all over the floor, but you couldn’t care less, your legs clinging onto Yoongi’s legs tightly as he throws the covers over the both of you. The track continues to play and you brush away his hair that was sticking to his forehead.

“This track is so chill, I love it,” you mumble, a lazy smile spreading across your lips as his hand rests on your butt.

“I made it with you in mind,” he replies. “It can be our chill song, yeah?”

“A chill song that leads to hot, intense sex? I can dig that.”

“You dig anything, really.”

“Shut up!”

You rest your head on his shoulder, letting out a contented sigh. Yoongi strokes your hair endearingly, until his eyes fall on the folder sitting on his desk. He sits up abruptly, placing one hand on the floor and leaning over in attempt to reach for the folder without having to leave the bed. You giggle, applauding when he is successful, sitting up to peer into the folder.

“I got to take a few pictures of you last week and I got them developed,” he explains, handing you the folder. “Here, from me to you. Hang them up in your room or something.”

You wiggle your eyebrows playfully when you see the photographs. “Talk about aesthetic, Min Yoongi!”

“Hey, aesthetic is my middle name.”

Your laughter fills the air, bouncing off the walls of the room. You turn to glance at the clock before sighing.

“Well, I should probably get going, right?”

Yoongi nods dejectedly. “Yeah. I’ll walk you back.”

The walk back is silent, but his fingers are intertwined with yours. You give his hand a gentle squeeze, and he smiles softly.

“Do you think it’ll snow this Christmas?”

“Hopefully,” he answers. “Then we can finally have that White Christmas you’ve been dreaming about.”

“I’m dreaming of a White Christmas…” You sing, and he shakes his head, but the smile on his lips is still evident.

For it to disappear completely when the both of you bump into Taehyung and Jimin, with both your hands still locked and in sight.

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