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bangchanshehe · 3 years

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The Only One pt.3

You and your life long best friend Chanyeol were like the same person. You knew everything about one another, and whatever problems you had you faced it together. But what are you supposed to do when you discover that your best friend loves you so much that only he can be important to you, and would go to great lengths to make sure that he was the only one? Yandere!AU

Chanyeol X OC

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“let’s sit over here!” Jongin said in an upbeat tone as he gestured to a pretty isolated booth.

You followed his lead and sat down comfortably at the table and put your backpack to your side. You were about to ask Jongin a question when he suddenly stood up. You stared up at him with wide eyes wondering what he was doing.

“I’ll go get us something to drink. What do you want?” he asked you.

You glanced behind you over to the drink fountain to go over what different options they had but your eyes were met with a curious Chanyeol instead. He looked at you before he turned his head and looked Jongin up and down as if he were assessing him for something. you tried to make eye contact with him so you could give him a ‘leave it alone’ stare, but he wouldn’t stop staring at Jongin. You shook your head as you looked back over to the drink fountain and smiled when you saw the familiar red logo.

“I’ll just have a coke” you said looking back at Jongin with a smile.

Jongin nodded his head and returned your smile back before he walked away. You watched as he left and as soon as you saw him a safe distance away you pulled out your phone and quickly text Chanyeol.

Me: Stop staring at him like he has a third eye.

You hit send and looked back at Chanyeol to see his face while he read the message. He pulled out his phone and smiled down at the screen before he lifted his eyes to look at you. When you were satisfied that he had seen that you weren’t happy you turned back around just in time for Jongin to return to your table.

“thanks” you said softly as he sat your drink back down in front of you before returning to his seat.

You took a long swig of the drink and let out a nice content sigh as you felt the carbonation go down your throat. Jongin watched you with a smile and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“what?” you asked, “is there something on my face?” you pat away at the corners of your mouth and your chin, hoping to catch whatever it was that was making Jongin laugh at you that way.

“no, there isn’t anything there. You just looked cute.” He commented before he pulled out a menu and looked it over.

You sat in your seat starstruck and completely frozen. He thinks that I’m cute? You mentally squealed on the inside. You looked down at your phone pretending to be busy while you tried to calm down and wipe the massive grin and blush away from your cheeks. You couldn’t believe that this was happening to you right now… I mean even if Jongin was joking it still made you feel like the prettiest girl in the world in that moment.

“what type of pizza do you normally order?” Jongin asked as he scanned the different pizzas they had on the menu, not bothering to look up at you.

“Usually I order Hawaiian, but I’m honestly okay with whatever type of pizza. I’m not picky about food.” You replied.

Jongin’s eyes snapped up to you when you had mentioned Hawaiian pizza. “you like pineapple on pizza?” he asked with a shocked expression.

“yeah…” you said chuckling nervously “It’s pretty good. Do you not like it?” you asked back

Jongin cocked his head to the side and gave you a questionable look. “I thought that you had pretty good taste… but I guess not.” He said jokingly while laughing lightly.

Your eyes widened and you laughed back with him. “hey! Have you ever tried it though?” you asked back. Jongin fiercely shook his head no and you smiled “I bet you would like it if you tried it!” you said in a challenging voice.

Jongin laughed and pointed at the menu “okay so let’s get a large pizza… half Hawaiian and half pepperoni” he stated making sure that it sounded good to you.

“perfect” you said sweetly giving him confirmation.

“Great. Then I’ll go order really fast.” He said pointing back to the registers before he got up and quickly approached the counter.

As soon as he was away you had received a text message. You pulled it out and saw a string of messages from Chanyeol.

Yeolie: This guy doesn’t like pineapples on pizza? You sure know how to pick em’

Yeolie: Hey! Keep the laughing down over there I’m trying to study over here

Yeolie: if you smile any wider you’re going to start catching flies with your mouth.

You scoffed in disbelief and turned around to glare at Chanyeol. But when you turned back Chanyeol was looking anywhere but at you. You tried to whistle and hiss to catch his attention, but he only smiled and continued to ignore you.

“you unlucky punk. Im going to give it to you later” you angerly whispered underneath your breath as you quickly typed out a text.

Me: if you know what’s good for you you’d better stop.

You huffed out in victory as you sent the message and then immediately turned your phone off to make sure that Chanyeol couldn’t bother you anymore while you were here.

“what’s wrong?” Jongin asked with a serious expression as he cautiously took his seat across from you “did something happen?”

You snapped your head up in surprise and your angry expression was immediately wiped away at the sound of Jongin’s voice. You gave him a small smile and quickly tucked your phone away in your backpack so it wouldn’t bother you anymore.

“nothings wrong” you said sweetly

“good. Im glad” he said nicely back

After a thirty minutes the two of you were thoroughly stuffed and blushing with how awkward and sweet things were going between the two of you. In just this short amount of time you found out that Jongin’s favorite color is blue, he has an older sister, he loves dancing as a hobby and he really likes scary movies. Surprisingly the two of you had more things in common than you were aware of, and you knew deep down that this was just basic information that anyone who would call themselves a friend of his would know but you couldn’t help but think that it was a conversation that made the two of you grow closer.

“since we already ate and relaxed do you want to study for a bit?” he asked as he reached for his bag.

“sure” you responded back noticing that he didn’t wait for you to respond before he already began to change the direction of the conversation and evening.

You pulled out all of your supplies and laid them out in front of yourself. You were a bit of a freak when it came to how you had all of your study supplies laid out. You needed a black, blue and red pen. A highlighter and sticky notes. White-out for any mistakes and tabs to mark which sections you thought were the most important.

When you had everything organized you looked up to see Chanyeol walking by your booth. When he was past Jongin’s line of vision he began making angry faces and making texting motions with hands. You glared at him and cocked your head to the side telling him as best as you could to get lost. Chanyeol glared back at you for a moment and then smiled a sideways grin as if he was in total disbelief before he walked away towards the front counter.

“do you know him?” Jongin asked quietly as to not offend anyone as he looked back at Chanyeol and then to you

You laughed nervously before responding “who? That guy?” you pointed to Chanyeol before waving your hands no.

“are you sure?” he said looking back at Chanyeol once more as he came walking to your table.

You waited for Chanyeol to continue walking past, but he never did. He stopped dead in his tracks and with his hand on the back of his head he smiled at you before half yelling “Y/N! I didn’t see that you were sitting here! How long have you guys been here?” he asked with the least convincing tone ever.

You looked up at him with an evil frown for half a second before you decided to play along with his stupid little game. “oh my god. Chanyeol! We’ve been here for about an hour now. where were you sitting?”

He laughed to himself and then gestured with his head to the booth that was just a few spaces back from you. “just over there. I didn’t realize that it was you since I could only see the back of your head”

“would you like to join us while we study?” Jongin asked politely

You and Chanyeol both turned your heads towards Jongin but with different intent. Chanyeol was grinning like he had just won the lottery and you were giving Jongin a pleading look as if you were begging for him not to allow Chanyeol to stay.

“sure. Let me just bring my things over” Chanyeol said happily before he collected his things from his table and brought them back to yours.

You smiled fakely at Chanyeol’s retreating form and decided to turn on your phone so you could give him a warning text message to go away. But as soon as your phone was unlocked you saw a few new text messages come in from Chanyeol. You rolled your eyes before you opened the message but once you read them your heart sank and you were a bit more hyper aware of everything that was going on around you.

Yeolie: Don’t panic but I think he put something in your drink.

Yeolie: quit drinking damnit!

By the time that reality had sunk in Chanyeol was moving things over on your side of the booth so there would be space for him to sit down next to you. As you watched him get comfortable as single tear fell from the corner of your eye and you tried to remain as straight faced so you wouldn’t look to suspicious to Jongin. But before you could give yourself away Chanyeol turned to you to make sure that you were okay when he saw your tear. His face immediately dropped into sadness with you and he wiped the tear away from your cheek.

“I’m gonna get a refill” Chanyeol said to you quietly “do you want another one?”

You grabbed onto his free hand under then table and gave it a gentle squeeze. “thanks” you said turning away from him so the two of you didn’t look so affectionate.

As Chanyeol grabbed both cups you watched him slip out of the booth and walk to the front counter. He put your cup down on the bar and then reached over for a new cup while no one was watching him. Your heart warmed and you felt so safe in that moment despite sitting across from someone who wanted to potentially do something incredibly bad to you. You were incredibly lucky to have a best friend like Chanyeol and you don’t know what you would do If you didn’t have him around. You sniffled and blinked twice trying to keep your tears at bay and you watched him as he made your drink again for you, unaware that Jongin was staring at you.

“are you okay?” he asked with a look of shock and concern

“I’m fine. I think my eyes are just tired and they keep watering up.” You said unconvincingly, trying your best to make up a lie on the spot.

After Chanyeol had approached your table the three of you immediately began to work diligently on your studies. You and Chanyeol had secretly agreed that if you were feeling bad that he would make up a lie to get you out, and in an hour’s time the two of you would leave no matter what.

“So you guys seem pretty close. Have y’all known each other for a long time or something?” Jongin asked

“childhood friends” Chanyeol said confidently, speaking up for you so you wouldn’t have to reply

Jongin nodded his head but continued to look in between the two of you as if he was trying to solve a puzzle “y’all are just friends? Have you two ever dated?” he asked

You smiled and looked over at Chanyeol just for the excuse to look at his face. “just friends” you said politely and Chanyeol smiled back at you with a similar plain smile. You would be lying if you said that you had never had feelings for Chanyeol that went deeper than just the close friendship. There was a period of time in which you couldn’t look at Chanyeol without blushing and dreaming of holding his hand and calling him your man.

But as the two of you got older then more you realized that you and Chanyeol were destined to be only friends. Anything more would be impossible, because if the two of you date and end on bad terms then you’ve also lost your best friend.

“Not yet but I’m working on it” Chanyeol said straight to Jongin’s face as if it were a challenge.

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fckwritersblock · 3 years

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Act 1: While We’re Young

Chapter 5

Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Black OC

(Unedited.)

Tuesday

January 10th 2005

Last night was the only night I'm allowing myself to cry over him and his 'return'. What good would it do me? No, I was gonna take Erik and whatever he had to throw at me by storm.

Waking up the next day, I feel refreshed. Like a brand new person with a more positive mindset. Today I had 3 classes and I'm determined to have a good Erik free day.

That whole Erik free thing went out the window as soon as I got to my first class.

Double O Computer Programming 1 was a junior class, however I'd taken it during the summer during my first year at UC Berkeley. DOCP 2 wouldn't be available until next semester but I needed to have a class since this was my first year on the actual campus. Thankfully Miss Hill really needed a T.A and the fact that I could help with an algorithm that tied into thermal nuclear astrophysics had her sold.

Right after I finished taking attendance, she barely got a word out before the door swung open revealing Erik as our late comer. I quickly glanced at the sheet in front of me, scanning for his name. I was so use to calling him N’dajaka when we were kids, I completely skipped over ‘Erik Stevens’. I huffed rolling my eyes, arms crossed over my chest. His timbs were the only thing heard shuffling across the room making hid way toward the front of the class. Wordlessly he handed Miss Hill before his eyes were on me. They scanned me from top to bottom, before locking with me a smug grin on his lips.

"Hey Lona," my jaw dropped.

Before I could get out a word, Miss Hill opened her mouth, looking up from the paper he handed her.

"Welcome Erik, sorry for the confusion."

"It's all good," he shrugged.

"Im Miss Hill, and I see you already know my aid. As I explained to the class prior to taking attendance, If I'm unavailable feel free to email or call her during the hours listed on the sheet." She is then took a sheet from me and handed him to me. "Other than that, find a seat."

He nodded pretending look over the sheet before averting his gaze back on me.

"I'm definitely gon do that."

Fuck my life right?

Well, Erik just so happened to be in the Calculus class I skipped two days ago. I thank God my record was squeaky clean and Mr. Kennedy accepted my poor excuse before I was quickly reminded the man upstairs has a sense of humor as the only available seat was next to Erik.

"The person next to you will be your partner for the remainder of the semester so let's take the next 15 minutes getting know one another hmm?." Mr. Kennedy instructed.

I couldn't suppress the groan that slipped as Erik casually leaned back in his chair, examining me.

"You heard the man, get to know me."

"I know all I need this know about you Erik."

"Oh so I'm Erik now? Like that?" He spoke cool, calm, and collected like our exchanged was normal.

I gripped my pencils tight, my knee bouncing up and down my body tense.

"Let me set things straight now. We don't need to talk to one another. If it doesn't have anything to do with any of the classes we take together, don't want to hear it. When you see me act like you don't know me. We clear?"

The expression on his face was unreadable before his lip twitched slight him responding.

"Crystal."

Wednesday

January 24th, 2005

It had been two weeks since Erik showed up here.

Ok that's a lie.

Apparently this man has been here. And to top it off, this mans name was in every bitch mouth like the second coming of Jesus Christ. From what I've observed though, he doesn't say much, or gives any of these broads much attention. He don't say much in general actually, he's really good at blending in. He got that laid back, mysterious, bad boy vibe going for him and these females out here hella into that.

But when he opens his mouth, that cocky bastard sure knows how to disrupt my entire soul at least while we're in class.

Outside of class though, he acts like I'm invisible.

It was like he never knew me. And honestly, I don't know how to feel about it. I know that's what I said I wanted but it bothers me just the same.

Today in particular though, he argued me down during our Calculus class. We had one problem to figure out before we could leave class today. You and your partner were supposed agree on the answer, and heaven forbid he just agree with me so we can get out of here. Math was always my subject when we were kids, nothing has changed. I was damn near about to say fuck it when he started laughing.

What in the entire fuck it so funny?" I was fuming.

"You," he shook his head. "You really hella mad."

"Um, YES!" I damn near shouted fed up. "You literally been tryna convince me it's 5 when it's-"

"Chill. I know the answer is 3 girl. C'mon, let's go." So smoothly he closed the book, grabbed his bag and headed to the front.

I was so upset, I had to let him do all the talking when it came to explain to the teacher I'll answer and how we got there. I know I open my mouth I wasn't going to say anything nice.

"Girl what crawled up your ass and died?" Donise questioned with a stank look as we sat at one of the benches outside of the library.

"Yeah What did Erik do now," I could hear teasing in Tatiana's tone so I flipped her off.

Only giving a brief explanation, I went on a mini rant about what happened in class 20 minutes ago. Donise's thought it was funny, while Tati just shook her head.

"I still can't believe it him," Tatianna glanced as a group of guys from across the quad headed our way, Erik included.

"Yes, and I wish it wasn't."

Tatianna was the first real friend I made in a while. I was actually tutoring her online for a while before she found out I was 4 years younger than her. Our friendship started off as a trade. I was her tutor and she both convinced and enrolled in a mentor program to help me with my social skills. I didn't speak to anyone much when Erik left, but I got into a lot of fights. According to the school counselor I was taking out my anger and abandonment issues on.I have meds to tame the anger, and while I haven't had to take them in a while Eric definitely bring that anger out of me.

"Girl that's just sexual tension. You got to fuck all that out." Ashley put in her unwanted two cents.

"Trust me when I tell you on God it isn't."

"Well if you out to holla, then trust and believe I will." She tossed her hair over her shoulder

I didn't really mess with Ashley like that, but she was Tati's frat sister which made them 'friends'. That little thot pocket will screw anything with legs, D, and a pulse and I'm not bout that life. Plus she messy as fuck and I don't trust her as far as I can throw her.

"I don't doubt it," I smirked as Donise said exactly what I was thinking.

Donise was coo' though, I meet her when I first got here 2 months ago. Believe It or not she was apart of the welcome comity for MIT and turned out her and Tatiana were already friends. Once she figured out who I was, I was shot to the front line during registration and everything.

"Anyways, y'all going Ant and them party tomorrow?" Ashley questioned probably tryna bum a ride.

"What party?"

"The Que's," Donise answered. "The dudes with Erik are frat."

Now this was news to me. I met most of them before but I had no idea there were in a sorority. Examining them, I guess it all made sense. Most in the clique sported some sort of purple and yellow lanyard either around their neck or on their keychain that hung from their jean pocket as if they wanted everybody to know who they were. Which I wouldn't doubt.

"Ladies! What we chattin about?" Moses questions every bit of his thick English accent tapering off every word.

"Our plans for mañana," Tati answered l

"Word. Y'all coming to the party tomorrow?" Jay spoke playing with a few strands of Donise's curls.

"Tomorrow? It's Thursday." I said confused. "Ain't there class the next day?"

"What's the matter, you can't hang?" I glared at Jay, knowing he was only chastising me because him and Erik were close, according to Tati.

I swear to God men gossip more than women do. Rolling my eyes I spared Erik a glance and he looked like he was waiting on me to respond.

"Oh, I can definitely hang."

I couldn't hang.

Around midnight I was in the bathroom throwing up everything, damn near hug in the toilet as my surrounding looks so blurry and I can barely function. Im not sure when I'd finally finished, but I could feel someone picks me up and out the bathroom and soon everything goes blurry and then black.

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dotsayers · 3 years

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20 Questions: Writer’s Edition

tagged by the beloved @myrmidryad

this is a LONG one so here’s a cut to avoid do you love the colour of the sky syndrome

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

101 after a recent purge... no one may know about my Past

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

329004! used to be about 350k but again... purge

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

on ao3 i’ve written for (chronologically) doctor who, skyfall, discworld, les mis, star trek, lord peter wimsey, marvel (various), in the flesh, red vs blue, roosterteeth rpf, check please, hockey rpf, star wars, daredevil, rivers of london, dishonored, emmerdale, dirk gently, holby city, hot fuzz, kj charles, guardian, the covert captain, taskmaster rpf, good omens, ghosts, roswell new mexico, leverage, schitt’s creek, the magicians, 9-1-1, it chapter two, the magnus archives, the old guard, the mandalorian, the ritual, the locked tomb

way back on the pit of voles i wrote for twilight, harry potter, hetalia and xmen first class. and on the newsround chatrooms i wrote exclusively harry potter fic about my oc neville and luna’s daughter

as you can tell i am not prone to staying in one fandom writing wise, i tend to end up with one complete fic and seven abandoned wips concealed deep in my google drive

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

finally see what it means to be living (captain marvel, carol/maria, i really hit the zeitgeist with this one i think i was something like the fifth fic in the ship tag)

do whatever you think (the magnus archives, this series is actually #2-7, then #8 #9 and #11 for me so i’m going to cheat a bit)

standing in a world of my own (daredevil, matt/foggy/karen, another zeitgeist hit! really miss writing for daredevil actually... it’s a perennial fave)

a winding road that stretches towards the truth (iron man, tony/rhodey, i STILL don’t know when this got so many kudos. i swear i looked away when it was at 100 and suddenly it ended up here)

where the long shadows grow (star trek aos, kirk prime/spock prime, thank god some people are checking the prime kirkspock tag is all i’m saying!)

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

i don’t really Do angsty endings... possibly a blanket of stars just because i ended it on something of a cliffhanger and then completely zoned out of rnm for long enough that i forgot where i was going with it. there was definitely the intention of fixing things but then i just... did not do that. and now the show is on s3 and i’m over a season behind! life comes at you fast

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

where the long shadows grow, because it reunited kirk prime and spock prime and they DESERVE TO BE HAPPYYYY. i’m a complete sucker for presumed dead/back from the dead stories, actually, so on a similar theme i have two (TWO) daredevil fics which follow the trope, one about ray coming back post-s2 (might never be normal again) and one about foggy and matt reuniting post-endgame (in the corner, taking up space). this is the only time i will ever acknowledge endgame ever again

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

i do write crossovers! in fact i am often roundly mocked by my friends for the increasingly esoteric nature of my crossovers. way back in secondary i wrote a twilight/labyrinth crossover where angela was sarah and jareth’s daughter because i had a massive crush on a girl who liked both twilight and labyrinth. however, since that has been comprehensively scrubbed from the internet, i think my craziest crossover is probably part three of ‘traced upon the skies’, already an esoteric crossover of rivers of london and hot fuzz, when i added in a crossover with the horror movie ‘the ritual’ just because i wanted rafe spall’s character to be happy

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

EXTREMELY rarely and only with extreme embarrassment. i will not be any more specific than that

9. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i used to really struggle with doing this, to the point that i had over 300 comments just. lingering in my inbox unanswered. so i decided to give those up and just commit to answering them from then on, which has been working fairly well for about a year and a half now. i love getting comments but i get overwhelmed really easily and struggle with replying in a way which feels meaningful without getting in my head about it!

10. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

yes lmao it was for a harry potter fic on ff.net where harry got sorted into hufflepuff instead of gryffindor. it wasn’t a very good fic but i think the fact it was clearly written by an 11 year old should have scared off at least some of the less flattering comments.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don’t... think so? i don’t know how i’d find out to be honest, my vanity googling is rarely very effective

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! as bronze may be much beautified (skyfall, mallory/bond) got translated into chinese, i was extremely pleased. i think it’s mandarin but the ao3 page for the translation doesn’t say and my mandarin is.................. extremely poor

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

also yes! me and jess little-smartass have written a lot together, although only our star trek/les mis series has been published, more’s the pity. we spent a lot of les mis fandom time workshopping aus and we were always extremely correct about all of it, imo

14. What’s your all time favourite ship to write for?

oh god. i think probably kirk/spock, although there’s some recency bias to that since i reread space manhattans recently and was reminded of my love for them. i really like writing jon/martin but i’ve mostly done that from outsider pov which is a bit different to writing shipfic, i think. joe/nicky from tog was also something i really liked writing but i struggle with plotting longer fic with them

15. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

i recently went through my abandoned fic folder so i actually have a few options for this. the obvious choice would be ‘any of the hockey ones’ but i did delete most of those just for my sanity. more recently i started writing a vaguely smutty pre-the thing mac/fuchs fic for alex @milkdrinker5000 which i really WANT to finish but am struggling with. most obscure answer (even beyond the thing) and most likely to remain unfinished is the insanely in depth post-tog booker/copley fic i had planned out back in about october. i wrote a good 6-7k of that one and then i realised it was going to be, like, difficult, and decided if i was going to put that much work into something it may as well be the novel im meant to be writing

16. What are your writing strengths?

once a friend told me i had an excellent facility for dialogue and ive thought about it every time i write ever since. i love writing dialogue and i think i’m good at knowing what sounds ic and what is right out.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

one of the things i struggled with for a really long time, and honestly still have trouble with, is depicting action in words. once i wrote a hockey fic which featured multiple hockey games and i spent probably four times as much effort editing those to make sense and be interesting that i’ve ever done on a talkier scene.

18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i’ve done it but only when i knew more or less what i was talking about - i did italian at school so i felt confident using it for nicky in something particular and real. i try not to italicise when i drop in words from other languages, which is what i usually do when i’m using a language i haven’t studied in depth (for example, joe’s use of arabic in some of my fic), and to only use words which i’ve heard used by native speakers in that context. i think if you don’t feel confident using another language, generally speaking, you shouldn’t do it. and for god’s sake don’t use google translate for a full sentence

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

harry potter on the newsround chatboards. ariana lovegood-longbottom my sweet child

20. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

this used to be an easy question because hands down the fic i was proudest of on posting it was i’ll be seeing you. i spent a year and a half on research and writing! but these days i do cringe a little at my hockey fic, and i think i’m prouder of some of my shorter works. let’s do a curveball and say layer on layer, down on down, which is my favourite of my rnm fics and the one i like most from a narrative voice perspective. getting michael right was stressful and i’m still proud i got it down for a TIME LOOP FIC, my absolute favourite trope

tagging @little-smartass and @leescoresbies just in case they want to try this

#gin i can't BELIEVE you wrote for xiaolin showdown. iconic #text post tag #tagged in #writing tag

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trinity-xp · 4 years

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Who are some of your Favorite people here on Tumblr ?

Hohohohhooh this will be a long post

@paimania : First up is Pai. For starters she’s like, the nICEST PERSON IN THE WORLD- she’s so fun to talk to and everytime we chat is just a blast! Even though it’s short because suck at keeping a conversation going LMFAO- I’ve known Pai for like... 2 years now, and I can say that she’s just an amazing friend to have, I remeber when she proposed the idea of a collaboration between her AU and my OCs, best moment of my social media life, it really changed everything for me. Thank you Pai

@jordanthecat11 : Jordy is just a big mush of sweETNESS, literally she’s just AMAZING- I met her through Pai since she was Pai’s main contributor to BATMC. It was awkward at first, but as we got to know eachother I say from my point of view I got really comfortable talking with her! Not only that she is like...so caring. So. Very. Caring. There will be times where I’m not feeling to well, and she takes the time to send me a message on discord to check up on me. I look up to her a lot, she so talented and creative and just overall the kind of friend you want to have. ❤️

@ros-doodles : Ros was the third person I met on tumblr. And the first person (besides Pai and Jordy) to interact with one of my OCs, Raziel. At first I got a wave of anxiety mainly because long before I actually existed on my tumblr acc, I would look at her art and be really inspired. She was an artist I really looked up to and I was so shocked when she commented on one of my posts saying she wanted to interact with Raziel. Not only that we started to talk on discord and..can I just say she is the most understanding person ever? Like really this girl is so gentle, sweet, soft, and just a precious bean who I will protect forever. I think the one flaw that she has tho is that she won’t admit sheS A FUCKING GOOD PERSON. Because she’s stubborn as hell and I need to smack some loving sense into her every now and then.

@wushfo : Fourth person I met on tumblr, gotta day this girl is weird.

..weirdly amAZING- SHES FUNNY AS HELL! She makes me smile and laugh so much! First time we met I was super shy and shocked that she actually started talking to me. I remember our first rp together, it was the thing that got me into rping in the first place. She messages me whenever she can to brighten my day, even if I’m upset, and hands me advice when I need it. She’s just an amazing person to be around and i love each and every one of her OCs to bits, love you BICH-

@sibuhleen : At first me and Sib didn’t know eachother too well mainly because I only knew her through Pai, it wasn’t until we did an art trade when we started to talk more often! I have to say, SHOW THIS GIRL SOLE LOVE AND RESPECT BECAUSE SHES SO GODDAMN AWESOME! Literally, she may not think it but she’s so fun to be around. I love her very much, and I don’t get to talk to her as often because I don’t want to bother her, she has a life outside of tumblr after all! It makes me feel so warm inside knowing that she likes my OCs just as much as I love hers, and whenever we talk it always brings a smile to my face. And sib you may or may not read this, but I will always be here if you need to talk❤️ love you gurl!!

@mythical-things : I met Myth last May, and it’s been one of the greatest things thats ever happened to me. She’s truly just...an amazing girl whos gifted with so much talent. She’s one of the people I really look up to when it comes to art. Each of her OCs and stories are unique, and I strive to become a better artist like her! AlsO-- I like rLLY LOVE ALL THE ART CHAINS WE DO!! its so fun to bring the stories we've come up with to life, and seeing it all pay off is just amazing. IM happy that you enjoy the shit that we do, and I just wanna say to sTOP BEING A HYPOCRITE SOMETIMES. Also, She works really hard in what she does and I’m proud and happy to call he one of my best friends. Lately she’s been feeling a bit down, but that’s ok, I’m here for you Myth! I send my everlasting love ❤️ I love all the times we talk and ramble and rp, the stories we come up with are so much fun to mess around with (aswell as the shitposts-) and i just ant you to know how much you make me happy💕💕

@jsweetsdraws : The Meme to describe Me and Jess is “I’ve only known Jess for a month, but if anything were to happen to her I’d kill everyone in this room, and then myself,” because I WOULD. LIKE HOLY SHIT THIS GIRL IS A BEACON OF SUNSHINE! She works so hard, despite some things that she’s been through. I love all of her OCs and artwork, her style is just so niCE lookin ;) not only that she’s so sweet and funny, and I love staying up for hours with her talking about stories and OC interactions, it really makes my schooldays a lot better than how they are ❤️❤️ and if anyone screws with her I wiLL FITE THEM. BAK OFF BITCHES IM HER PROTECTOR!

@nolalistra : I don’t talk much with Nol, but god her OCS are so damn pretty. Not only that her personality is so damn pretty. I can say how much she really inspires me. The stories she created are so interesting! And honestly she’s like super chill, and super great. Like she’s the kind of person you can be open with and feel comfortable when talking with her. Normally I’m a anxious and paranoid person, but with her? Nope, I’m 200% comfortable. Love u BOI-

@alavidere : I just met Al, but I can already say that she’s like.. fuckin FANTASTIC. Literally, she’s really sweet and her personality just embodies candy and everything nice in the world. Once again, she’s another artist I will stalk for hours, her anatomy is just 😔👌 and her OCs are 👀❤️ it surprises me that she likes my shit too! Never thought that would happen bUT hERE WE ArE- Also I have no idea how she’s able to stay so committed and productive with her drawings- heck she’s running a full on webcomic by herself and idk how- teach me your ways talented beAN- AND I HOPE I CAN GET TO KNOW YOU MORE ASWELL!! >:VVV❤️❤️❤️

Also fun fact, I knew each and every one of you before you knew I existed. I remember when I was younger id scroll through your blogs and see all this good aSS artwork and id be like “these are my idols-” HAHAHA

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smallgirl10101 · 5 years

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My 3Below OC

Hi!

I'm no good at art but at least I'm good at writing or descriptions!

So that's what I'm here to do!

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So Ania, yes I used my name I am quite aware, is a human that lives in Arcadia Oaks.

Shes 15 years old and works at the coffee shop, the record store, and any other job she can find. She lives with her uncle. She is American on her fathers side and Russian on her mothers side. While she does not speak in a Russian accent she can speak Russian very fluently.

When she was around ten years old her parents and her little sister were killed by a home invader. Her uncle, her fathers older brother, was the only living relative that could take her in. He didnt like that fact that she was living in his house for free so he made her take multiple jobs at a young age.

She is selfless, kind, protective, and fiery. She would be the adult in the group, making sure everyone was taken care of. She would also be the one lecturing someone if they made a mistake. She is home schooled but the main subject she focuses on is English Literature. Shes a fantastic writer and loves to show her work or say her opinion through speech.

She has short brown hair with bangs on the right side of her face, emerald green eyes, and 5,1. Shes extremely short for someone her age and shes sort of on the chubby side. She wears a dark purple blouse, a black pencil skirt, and black high heels. She also wears a silver rose necklace, and black rose ear rings that belonged to her mother, with big round glasses in her face.

One day as she was having her break she saw a boy she had never seen before walk in front of the coffee shop. Her boss/uncle told her to offer him a sample of their new coffee, since there weren't many people in that day. She obeyed and offered it to the boy. He was... weird. Not funny weird just... weird. He acted as if he had no clue what she was talking about. He was a teenager who didnt know what coffee was, which was pretty rare. She took him into the shop where she gave him a cup... that he spit all over the floor. She was kind to him non the less, even though she had to mop up the coffee and got yelled at by her uncle later. She offered him a seat at her table since she was still technically on her break.

The boy introduced himself as Krel Tarron. 'Strange name for a kid. Maybe hes from another country?' Through out the rest of the evening they talked, laughed, smiled, and over all had an amazing conversation for a good 3 hours. That was until she saw something in his eyes... they were... black? And glowing? She asked him about it and all the boy could say was, "Kleb!" Before he rushed out of the shop.

Over the next few weeks the boy had come to the coffee shop to talk to her or just see her. They had become close friends and knew almost everything about each other.

She had to admit he was rude at times, quite full of himself, but she knew he meant well. He was her only friend really. Since she was homeschooled and her uncle didnt exactly let her out of his sight she didnt have time for friends.

She would show him her stories and he would show her his inventions. They were pretty impressive. They looked like something right out of a sci-fi movie.

While Ania was indeed a very intelligent girl she was also extremely clueless. Krel didnt realize his feelings for her until the day her uncle allowed her to attend public school.

They both had language arts together and apparently there was a short story paper due. Even though she was new and just attended school that day she was the first to raise her hand. She always kept her journals in her bookbag and they were filled with different stories. When the teacher called on her she rushed to the front of the room with a smile on her face.

Krel rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself watching her so excited. He leaned back in his chair and listened. His eyes got wider and wider with each sentence she read, with such passion and excitement. He gulped as he felt his core suddenly warm up. "What is this feeling?"

Weeks went by and he acted differently around Ania then he usually would. His face would warm up spontaneously, his hands would shake, and he was ruder then usual. He didnt know what to do. He was so confused and frustrated. He ran straight home after his hang out with Ania hadnt gone as he had hoped. He thought he might be sick. Aja was listening in on her younger brothers conversation with the mothership. She screamed as she ran over and spun her brother around. "AJA! PUT ME DOWN AT ONCE!" "A CRUSH!" "... What?" "YOU HAVE A CRUSH LITTLE BROTHER! YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ANASTASIA!" "... What? No! That's impossible! Shes a human! I could never find humans attractive! Of course, I do believe Anastasia is quite intelligent and witty and humorous and she is enjoyable to talk to and shes the only human on this mud ball that I see as an equal but that doesnt mean I- ... kleb."

Even though it was extremely obvious that Krel had feelings for Ania, she didnt even notice. It was painful to watch. Especially when Aja and Steve would help Krel get Anias attention, giving her compliments or gifts, and she would usually say, "Awww! Thanks Krel! Stop being such a sweetheart will ya?" Steve once had to hold Aja back from just blurting it out or more or less screaming it out.

The day Ania learned what they were was an eventful day for everyone.

She was locking up the coffee shop, like every night, when someone was thrown above her. They landed in an ally way in a pile of garbage.

Being the curious and worried person that she was she slowly walked toward them.

"H-Hey... um... are you ok?" She could see something glowing from under the trash.

"D-DONT COME ANY CLOSER!"

"Look I'm not gonna- Krel? Oh my God are you ok!?"

"UM Y-YES! PERFECTLY FINE! I DO NOT REQUIRE ASSISTANCE! YOU MAY LEAVE!"

"... Krel you were just thrown across the street. I'm pretty sure you'll need some assistance. Is that your phone or-" She went for his hand- hands? "What in the-"

He tried to cover himself with the trash but the bag had ripped and trash was scattered everywhere.

She looked down at her friend, well who she thought was her friend, he was... she had no idea what he was. Her eyes widened.

Krel slowly stood with his four arms up, "Ok. Do not freak out. I have a perfectly normal and nonbizzare reason as to why I look like this."

She took a step back, "Wha- How- What are-" She fainted. He caught her with his four arms.

He sighs. "Great." He threw down his serrator and it turned into a overboard. He jumped onto it and flew to the mothership.

When she woke up she was greeted by three big blue... things. She screamed and backed up. "WH-WHO ARE YOU!? WHA-WHAT ARE YOU!? AM I DREAMING!? DID I ACCIDENTLY DRINK THE ALCOHOLIC COFFEE!?"

"Sweet Saklos stop screaming! Your fine!"

"... Krel?" She looks at the other two. "... Aja? ... Mr. Vex?"

"THE HUMAN KNOWS TOO MUCH! SHE MUST BE DESTROYED!" Vex turns his serrator into a sword.

Aja stands in front of her. "We are not killing her! She will not tell anyone!"

"Tell anyone what!? Can SOMEONE explain to me what's happening!? What are you guys!?"

The three look at each other. The big one, whom she assumed was Mr. Vex, groaned and put down his weapon. They explained to her what they were, who they were, and how they got here. Her eyes grew wider with every word. By the end of it she was in a state of complete shock.

"Please do not start screaming again." Krel rubbed the back of his neck. "You... do not fear us... do you?"

Ania, surprisingly, threw her arms around Krels neck and pulled him into a hug. She laughed.

"ARE YOU KIDDING!? I JUST FOUND OUT MY BEST FRIENDS ARE ALIENS FROM ANOTHER PLANET! IM THRILLED! I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS!"

Krels face has never been brighter. His core warmed up quickly and he was stiff as a board. He didn't know what to do at that moment. He chuckled and slowly wrapped his four arms around the small round girl.

She snickered after a few moments. "... Krel? You, heh, you can let go of me now."

His eyes widen and he quickly pulled away. "Y-Yes well. I'm sure you will not see us the same."

"Hmmm... I don't know. Awkward, check! Dorky, check! Intelligent, check! Cocky, check! Kinda full of himself, check!" She let's go and stands on top of the couch. She ruffles his hair. "Poofy hair, check!" She cups his face. "Adorable facial features, double check!" She smiles. "I'm describing Krel Tarron just as I would describe Prince Krel Tarron of Akiridion-4 or 5 or whatever! Your still my best friend!"

Krel smiled widely. He couldnt help but stare.

"Pfff what are YOU staring at? I'm not the one with four arms and glowing blue skin Mr. Tarron."

His eyes widened and he stood back so her hands were no longer on his face. He glared. "I am not STARING! I would never stare at YOU! You were the one that decided to cup my face!" He groaned. "Now I smell of coffee and lavendar! Ugh! Disgusting!" He stomped to his lab.

She raises an eye brow. "What was that all about?"

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And that's it! I know its not as good as others I'm sure you've seen but hey... at least I tried!

~ Anastasia

#3Below #KrelTarron #AjaTarron #TOA #OC

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justoneday-namjoonii · 6 years

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Color me moonlight. II

☾ • I • II • III • IV • V • VI • VII ☽

› Summary: Some flowers are not to be plucked, for their thorns are far too sharp for any hand to graze, yet, she was touched. She was soft, fragile, she didn’t know it, but something that beautiful could never be bad. You grew up in a garden of loneliness, do you have a place to bloom? It’s alright, I’ll give you a place and we can bloom together.

a/n: thank you for all of the love part 1 received! I was really happy to see that some of you are following this story(im personally loving it myself). If there are any questions at all, don’t hesistate to send in an ask! Your feed back is more than welcomed ♥♥

April 7th, 1988.

“Jane Sato, date of Biological Alteration and Repair test run, April 7th, 1988. Time, 1:07 Pm. Subject 1010; 20 years of age, male, 129 lb, 5′9. Biochemistry, molecular biology, bioinformatics, DNA-Polymerase, chromosomal translocation, and genetic isolates are among the primary research conducted for the operation. The patient’s condition of severe cell degeneration, Sickle-cell disease, and genetic malformations —” She paused, the recorders red light still on, “— compatible with all inquiries of biogenetic mutation and enhancement. Surgery will commence accompanied by surgeons, Jackson Blanchard, Stephanie Liu, Hanz Fai, and surgical nurse Joyce Brown. Surgery will now begin.”

The scientists and doctors in the facility watched from the viewing room, standing right at the glass so they wouldn’t miss a thing. Her personal favorite, clair de lune, was the last song on the playlist in the background. After roughly 7 hours, the operation was complete.

“Alright,” She inspected with work they had done over several hours. The surgical mask, gown, and gloves were beginning to become a part of her from how long she had them on, “stitch him up.”

She went to the sink in the back where she had left the recorder and thrown her gloves away.

“7:40 PM. The operation was successful. All vital signs are normal and patient 1010-FS is expected to recover well.”

She washed up before greeting the group of eager professionals who came to witness history. She clears her throat. “Alright, questions?”

‘I have a question doctor. Last month, you discussed the possibility of a program dedicated to your research, can you tell us more about that?’

She nods. “Yes. I‘ve served the Medical Science Advisory for three years now and since the opening of the SRMA Facility, I’ve come far with my research. Starting next year, my program will start.”

“What does the program entail exactly?”

“First, 120 volunteers from all over the country will take part in the experimentation. I won’t reveal everything but I will say this, the participants will undergo extreme DNA modifications and molecular mutation on a supernatural level.”

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October 19th, 1992. 4 years post-program.

The program commenced in 1989 and experimentations took place at the Science-Medical Facility. Just as she planned, 120 participants were under intensive study and experimentation. More volunteers came from all over, ranging from ages 10 to 30, per Dr. Sato’s request. Recently, Sato had begun to categorize the most and least successful cross-studies. The 4% of experiments with the M2-gene were separated to undergo intensive modification.

“Jane.”

“Yes?” She measured the potent liquid, one drop more and it would kill the receiver.

“Patient 1072.” Her assistant, Diana, placed the clipboard in on the doctor’s work table. “She’s been showing a lot of physical and behavioral progress.”

“1072, she’s in the lower level group, yeah? That’s good” Sato flipped through a book, her gaze softening. “Look at this, in 1973 in the United Kingdom, this poor thing was born with Tay-Sachs disease. She had seizures, vision and hearing loss, intellectual disability, and paralysis and she died at the age of 3.” She sighed. “I could have saved that girl and given her a life without pain and suffering. Those doctors didn’t know what they were doing...that’s why she died.”

Diana cleared her throat, nodding as she waits for the doctor to notice that she came here for something else.

“I’m sorry, what about 1072?”

“Oh, she’s receiving the DNA modification well, I think she can join the 4%.”

“Let me have a look-”

The facility speakers blared.

Dr. Sato to room B012.

“I guess I’ll have to wait.” Sato slipped her reading glasses off and made her way to the elevator so she could get to the 9th floor.

“Doctor, thank God.” Blanchard was standing in front of the patient's room with a few of their colleagues.

“What’s going on?”

“The experiment, he’s developed his first sign of mutation. His body is still weak but he has physical changes, you’d be amazed.” Her eyes brightened, this was her favorite part of the program, witnessing the changes. “We’ve watched him for 4 hours straight and well- You have to see him yourself.”

“Show me.”

He opened the door and let her walk in by herself, the boy sat up on the bed, seemingly normal aside from his extreme lack of pigment in his eyes, they looked translucent, almost pale. That was new. She approached him.

“Touch my hand.” She spoke, waiting for him to do it. “Go on, it’s okay.” He slowly reached his hand to place it on hers. Warm, his hand was warm and she felt a pang of heat in her chest, he winced, retreating his hand immediately.

“You’re coming along great.” She insisted. “Get some rest and you’ll get your medicine shortly.” She left the boy to sit in the room.

“Did you see it, doctor?”

“Yes. Continue testing and make a date for his procedure.” She instructed and he nodded. She was about to walk down the hall but she paused. “Oh, and move him up to the 4%.”

“Stupid earrings!” You kick the side of your vanity, instantly regretting it when a surge of pain went up to your leg.

The only pair of diamond earrings you owned were missing and you had 10 minutes to get to the subway or bus for the North Heights. Half of your hair was okay while the other side looked like a mangled up tumbleweed. You got the sleeve of your blouse caught in the bleach water for dishes so you had to change for the third time. This morning was starting off pretty rough.

Margaret never specified a time until 6 o’clock this morning. She said Mr. Kim has appointments all day after 9 so, ‘Be here by 7:30.’ You live a half-hour away, and that’s when the bus isn’t late or if you catch a taxi on a good day. It was currently 6:47 and you were vigorously passing a comb through your hair. At this point, it doesn’t even matter if you look like Synthia from the Rugrats, you had to get out of here. You grabbed a ponytail holder and tied it up, at least you had somewhat of a presentable style now. Your little skirt and top would have to work with a pair of flats because there is no way you’re running around this city in heels today.

“How is it 7 already!?” You glanced at the microwave clock and cursed it for mocking you. The yogurt you attempted to eat would have to wait until you come back. You threw your bag onto your shoulder and bolted out of the door.

You ran down the few flights of stairs, stopping in front of the complex and holding your cell phone in your hand to search the bus and subway schedule. “Off of Miller and Maine- Departed?!- That’s it, the world has it out for me.”

The subway was too far of a walk and the 7 o'clock bus just left, there is no way you’re gonna get there before 7:45. “Why...” You looked around, about to wave down a taxi when a man in a tapped your shoulder. “Taxi!-”

“Excuse me, Miss?”

“Yes?” You furrowed your brows, wondering what this older fellow might want that apparently can’t wait.

“Are you Y/f/n?” You noticed the gentlemen wore a black chauffeur hat and uniform.

“Yes, can I help you, sir?- Wait, how do you know my name?” You gave him a suspicious expression.

“I am your driver for this morning ma’am, Bernard Shelton. Mr. Kim sent a car for you. I knocked on your apartment door but you must not have heard me. He requested that I apologize on is behalf for the short notice.” You looked past him to see a black luxury vehicle with tents that might as well have been a black hole. “Are you ready to go?”

“Um,” You didn’t know if you could trust this guy, despite his convincing attire and professional mannerisms. “I’m sorry but how do I know Mr. Kim sent you? I mean, wouldn’t he have his secretary tell me this?”

“Would you like to contact Ms. Gough for verification? We’re already running late and Mr. Kim has appointments all day after 9 o’clock. We really must be going, ma’am.” You glanced at your watch, it was 7:09, this is your best bet.

“Alright...” With hopes that you weren’t getting kidnapped, you followed him in the car and sat anxiously in the backseat. Your fingers grazed the flawless interior, making you wonder why a car of this prowess came to pick you up. Upon request of the CEO at that.

“We’re here ma’am, with one minute to spare.” He smiled, stopping you in front of the huge skyscraper in the middle of the fine part of the city.

“Thank you.” You hopped out of the car and made your way inside. The lobby was far more beautiful than the one at your office. There were sparkling light fixtures, expensive paintings gracing to tall walls and you found your self-walking towards the front desk slower than you should have.

“Hello, I have an appointment with Mr. Kim at 7:30.”

The woman looked through her computer and she couldn’t hide the judgments glint in her eye when she looked at you. “Your name?”

“Y/n.”

She picked up the black corded phone. “Margeret, I have a Y/n here to see Mr. Kim, would you like me to send her up?” A few seconds went by and she nodded. “Alright, I'll send her up.” She put the phone back on the hook. “You can go ahead. Top floor, directly in front of you when you exit the elevator, his secretary is to the right of his office.”

“Thank you.” Quickly, you went to the elevator and took it straight up to the top floor. A light ‘ding’ noise and you were let out on the quiet floor, not a single soul making a sound on the pristine floor.

“Excuse me,” You walked up to the desk that said ‘Margeret Gough.’ “Ms. Gough?”

“You’re here.” She had a kind smile. “He’s waiting for you, he just got off of his first-morning call. One moment,” She pressed a red button on the phone hook, “you’re 7:30 is here sir, should I send her in now?” She was talking to Taehyung.

“Yes, you can send her in.”

Your courage started to falter when you heard his voice, now you were really, really nervous. But now is not the time to be timid—you have to hold your head high and walk in there with confidence.

“Okay, sir.” A beep signaled that he turned off the phone. “Go on ahead.” She gestured to the door, a kind simper beckoning you to go in. “No need to be nervous, Mr. Kim is in a very good mood this morning.” She giggled, a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“Just breathe...” You mumbled, slowly pushing open one of the two tall double doors at the end of the hall.

Your eyes met him instantly as he stood in front of the window the covered the entire wall. The view was ridiculous.

His eyes widened upon your entrance. “Good morning.” He smiled a bit, one hand on a coffee mug while the other rested in his pocket. The dainty necklace with a tiny diamond on the end of it brought his attention to the v neck of your camel-colored blouse.

“Good morning, Mr. Kim.” You brought a had to the side of your neck briefly and that small movement prompted his eyes to find the soft indent of your collarbones.

He cleared his throat. “I apologize for this being so short notice, I hope it’s not too much of an inconvenience for you.” By the time he walked over to the gesture that you sit, you had already made yourself comfortable in the small leather chair in front of his desk.

“Don’t worry about it. Thank you for sending the car, by the way, you really didn’t have to do that.” It was a kind gesture but you didn’t feel it was necessary.

“No, it was the least I could do. Last night, I remembered I had these meetings to do and I couldn’t help but want to do one with you since we talked last night.” He sipped his coffee. “So, I asked Margeret to contact you.” He swiveled his chair a bit. “I guess we should get right into it then, yeah?”

“What is it, exactly?”

“Just reviewing company regulations, how you think your locations management is, things like that...” He laid a sheet of paper with a bunch of questions and long black lines, right in front of you. “Would you fill that out? It’s like a survey, a business owner seminar suggested I get to know the business and this was one way to do it.”

“Alright...” You did what you had to do, writing simple answers to questions like, ‘how does your management treat you? Do you feel like an important part of the team?’ Important? Eh, sure, you thought, trying to compile meaningful sentences. After five minutes or so, you were on the very last question and before your pen touched the paper, you froze. “D-did you say something?”

The confusion on his face probably meant no. “No.”

“Oh, sorry, I thought I heard something...” You bashfully went back to the paper, quickly scribbling down an answer before setting the pen back in the pen holder. “I’m done.”

“Great. So, how did you feel about the survey? Margeret made the questions with her assistant, she said this would be a good way to see how the employees feel about the company. It wasn’t too boring I hope.”

“It was fine,” It was a generic survey.

“Let me ask you, do you feel like a valued employee?” The question was pretty simple, but you found yourself scrambling for a response that clearly expressed how you felt.

“Valued? Um...” This was going to sound pessimistic but oh well. “Well, if I quit today and someone gets hired to take my job tomorrow, does that change your profits in any way?” He assumed it was a rhetorical question. “No, I don’t think it does. So how important could I be to you? Sure, I think I’m valued but I see it this way, there’s a job that needs to be done and I’m just the person who does it, no one too special...” He had never heard such an unenthusiastic statement from an employee before, he always viewed his father's company as one big family but based on what you were saying, it wasn’t as family-oriented as he believed.

“I’m sorry, that sounds kind of negative, doesn’t it?” His silence made you realize that what you said was probably the last thing a boss wanted to hear. “I don’t hate my job, I just don’t see the point in fabricating anything, Mr. Kim. Your company is great and all, but for me, it’s just a job that helps support me...”

“Well,” Your eyes followed him as he walked to the cute little coffee maker to fill up his mug again, “is there anything I can do to make your job more enjoyable? I don’t want you to feel like you’re a machine in a factory, you are an important member of this company. I mean that.”

“Look,” You sighed, standing up from your chair to walk near the window, taking this opportunity to appreciate the cities beauty from a bird's eye view, “I chose to work for you because it’s a reputable company and your cameras are nice.” When you glanced at him, he saw your real smile for the first time, your teeth showing and everything. Sadly, you shielded it from his sight as he approached you. “If it’s worth anything, I think you’re doing a good job with this whole CEO thing, in my professional opinion at least.” You smiled, he deserved some type of praise for reaching out to his people like this.

“Thank you, that means a lot.” The urge to walk up to you and tangle his finger in the stray strand of hair in your ponytail but he resisted. “You know, because of you, we discontinued Model 0XHS-5D.”

He was standing beside you now. “Really?”

“Yes, and it has impacted sales positively. We cut off the manufacture and it shows in the stock market, all because of you Y/n.”

“Oh, that’s good, I’m glad I could be of some assistance...” When you sensed him trying to stand a bit too close for comfort, you walked back to your seat. The lack of sleep was kicking in because you found yourself leaning against the side of the chair with your forearm—and the coffee in his hand smelled like heaven. He followed you, taking his previous position in his chair.

“I like the idea of...I don’t know, talking to someone I already know, it’s refreshing.”

“With all due respect sir, you don’t really know me.” The coo in your voice wasn’t intentional but you were just being honest. “Sure, we talked at the party and last night, but other than that...We’re strangers.” You trailed off, not really sure how you were supposed to end that statement.

“Y/n.” He breathed, thinking he may as well just outright say it—it would happen eventually. “Would you join me for lunch? My lunch appointment canceled before you came, so I have a reservation that I don’t have to cancel if you join me.”

Lunch? That was the last thing you were expecting to hear this morning. His eyes seemed to latch onto you and refuse to let you go until you answered his question.

“L-lunch? I appreciate the offer but...” You swallowed, for a split second, you considered taking him up on the offer but you quickly dismissed the preposterous idea. I can’t do that, he’s my boss. “But I can’t, I have to get back to work, it’s already past 8 and I- I don’t think that’s the best idea given I kinda work for you...”

“Work’s not a problem, I gave all survey participants the day off anyway. A 12:30 lunch is more than appropriate for our relationship I think...” Eager, that’s what he probably looked like, but the desperation to get near you was hard to ignore. That same way you looked on the terrace at the party, you still looked that way and he couldn’t just disregard it.

You locked eyes with him—tempting, very much so, but no. Absolutely not.

“I’m sorry,” You stood to your feet and he followed suit, standing much taller than you, especially without your trusty high heels on. “but I can’t.”

Any hopes of a day accompanied by you came crashing down as you politely rejected him. The only person he wanted to dine with at that restaurant didn’t want anything to do with him. The way you nibbled on your bottom lip implied that you were starting to feel uncomfortable. He took a small step back, you were dying to get out of here and he was perplexed onto why.

A beep interrupted you, it was Margeret.

“Your 8:30 is here, should I send them in?”

He was quiet, still peering at you as if it would change your final answer. Sadly for him, it did nothing for his cause...

He pressed the button on the phone base. “Give me one moment.”

“Well, I guess I’ll be going now-” You tried to gather your purse and get out of dodge but he stopped you.

“No wait, take this.” He grabbed a business card and wrote a string of numbers and words on it. “This is my personal cell.” He handed it to you. “With this number, I’m Taehyung, not Mr. Kim. So, if you feel more comfortable going to lunch with him,” He smiled halfheartedly. “he’ll be there.”

“Alright...” You tucked it into your purse and bowed respectfully before turning your back to leave.

“Do you like jazz or classical music?”

You paused, you weren’t expecting such a question. “Um, I enjoy both. Why?”

There was an itch at the back of his neck and he satisfied the nuisance with the tip of his index finger. “I thought maybe that was why we ended up at that cafe last night, a common interest.”

“Yeah, maybe...” You mumbled, turning around to continue your path out the door.

Meeting with Taehyung wasn’t so bad after all, you scored a day off. You took it upon yourself to get a few things done and spend a little time with one of your only friends. He was being currently studying medicine, technology, science - things like that. He offered to come to your favorite cafe to study with you and a few minutes ago, his lab partner joined you two. The bug seemed to have gotten to them too...

The cafe had the news on in the background and they were playing the same news bit from last night which led Hoseok to strike up a conversation with the lab girl he’s always with.

“What do you think about the 1989 Project? Does your supervising physician ever talk about it? Especially since the media won’t shut up about it.” Hoseok, your good friend for a few years now met you at the cafe so you could catch up on your language studies.

“She’s mentioned it a few times but I try not to ask about it.” Wendy decided to join you two as well, she and Hoseok were going to school for the same thing so they often studied together.

“What do you think about it Y/n?” Hoseok looked to you. Given you were really into that whole medical and technology thing, you wondered why he had to ask.

“Um,” You took out one earbud, “I don’t know, it’s interesting I guess.” Assuming he was going to continue talking, you kept the earbud out.

“I used to think that the Zoe Hawn case was always so freaky, it’s one of the reasons I’m studying at the SRMA Facility, I want to be a part of something that’ll do some good. Crossbreeds, crosses, hybrids- Whatever they're called, I know for a fact that there are experiments still at the laboratory.”

Wendy crooked a brow. “How would you know that?”

“I’m an intern at the facility, I listen in on the scientists and doctors sometimes. There’s a floor that you have to have level five clearance to be on and I’ve peeked in a few times.” You remembered you had a medical and scientific savvy best friends who would never drop the conversation.

Wendy chimed in. “Yeah, I’ve never seen the patients in there, they say some of them look like everyday people, others -- not so much. I wonder if there are even patients in there, it might just be something else.”

“Interesting...” It had been some time since you left Taehyungs office and you rubbed the business card between your fingers, staring down at the numbers and restaurant name. “Pain Grillé...” You whispered the name to yourself, you had seen that place before, your co-workers often mentioned the fancy place—maybe going wouldn’t be so bad...

“What was that?” Wendy tilted her head, her honey blonde hair shifting on her shoulders.

“Oh, nothing...” Nothing you wanted to discuss with them.

Hoseok smirked. “What’s that in your hand? You’ve been staring at it every few minutes now, is it a love note from an admirer or something?” He teases, the blush on your cheeks and the knitting of your brows only made your reaction all the more amusing

“No, dummy.” You kicked his foot. “It’s not a love note. I was asked to lunch and the name of the restaurant is on this card.”

“So, why are you here?”

“Because I’m not going.” That card was dropped back into your purse, you regretted taking it out in the first place.

“Why not? Lunch at Pain Grille sounds great -- and expensive.” He wondered, what special person wanted to take you there?

“I just rather not, that’s all.” It’s time for a subject change, “I have to go, I’m dog walking all evening so...” You grabbed your notebook and put the rest of your things in your tote. “Bye guys.”

Mr. and Mrs. Lafonso asked you to walk and feed their Pomeranian while they’re out and that’s what you were doing. Dog walking on the side is way underrated, it was what you did when you first moved out here to earn some extra cash. It was sort of a depressing time in your life, you lived in a tiny hotel and worked in a diner until you could save enough to find your own place. Living on your own wasn’t easy at first—a young 18-year-old that was struggling to get by in the big city with a few hundred dollars or so and a heavy suitcase. You got offers from guys to be their sugar-babies and if you were honest, you considered it a few times, the check from your part-time jobs looked like chump change in comparison to the money those guys were offering you. You didn’t have much but you had dignity and morality, no amount of money could take that away. And that’s what kept you going, you knew you could to make it and you did, all by yourself.

“Ugh...” It was beginning to drizzle and you were about to walk down to get to the subway station but you stopped, Pain Grillé. Kim Taehyung could be seen through the window, sitting at the table alone as the swoon waiter brought him a glass of wine.

The grumble of your stomach indicated that it was a marvelous idea—darn your appetite. You turned around and strolled across the street to get to the restaurant, your actually about to do this. When you walked inside, the lump in your throat was stopping you from speaking to the hostess at the desk.

“Good afternoon ma’am, can I help you?” She was a sweet lady, beckoning you to come to her.

“Oh,” Clearing your throat, you smiled, “I’m meeting Kim Tae-”

“Oh, you’re her!” She sounded a bit flustered like she knew you were coming but forgot. “I’m so sorry ma’am, I’ll get you seated, right this way.” She grabbed a menu and urged you to follow.

Her?

“Mr. Kim said he was expecting a special guest, he told me to make sure I bring you over myself. I’m the owner, Audrey. He loves this place, comes here for all of his special lunch appointments.” Her jaw-length bob bounced as she walked you through the busy restaurant. When he looked up from his phone and saw you, one would think you two were pretty close because of his childishly wide smile. I knew she would come...

“Here you are! Your waiter will be over shortly. Enjoy!” With that, she was gone, and you both stood there.

“You came...” He beamed, still in awe that you took him up on his offer. You were about to speak as you reached to pull out your chair. “Yeah, I-”

“Wait, let me get that for you.” He rushed to the chair to pull it out for you.

“Thank you...” You shuffled the chair forward, now you were a few inches away from the pristine white tablecloth.

“No, thank you for joining me, for a moment there I thought you wouldn’t show up.” He took his wine glass, sipping it briefly. Unbeknownst to him, it was sheer coincidence that led you here.

“Oh? Well, here I am...” You scanned the menu slightly as you glanced up at him.

You don’t mind a little wine with your lunch, do you? They have wines that pair beautifully with every meal, I’ve tried the whole menu. I went with a Muscadet today, easy-drinking in my opinion.” He would have a knowledgeable understanding of wines, why wouldn’t he?

“I don’t mind, I enjoy a glass every so often.” Maybe a few times a month -- week.

The corner of his lips “So-”

“Good afternoon ma’am, can I get you started with something to drink?” The waiter asked and Taehyung glanced at him with an impatient glint, he was interrupting something.

“I’ll have a Mascoto please.” You thanked the waiter as he went off to get your sweet bubbly beverage. Day-drinking—I guess, when in Rome do as the Romans, you thought to yourself.

“Good choice.” He bit his lip, his tongue peeking out to run over his lips in a tantalizing way. Out of habit, he tapped his fingers on the table. “I admit that I’m probably coming on a bit strong, yeah?” You nodded. “I don’t mean to come after you, I genuinely just want to get to know you...”

He’s still on that. “Sir-”

“Taehyung...” He reminded you. “Call me Taehyung, please.” That smirk—God, why is he smirking at me like that?

“Taehyung,” You emphasized the call of his name, “I’m flattered but I’m no different from anybody else...” Thank goodness the waiter brought your wine to you, you needed it right about now. “I’m sure there are plenty of women who have extravagant lives they can tell you about over lunch, why me?” You scoffed bitterly. “It doesn’t add up to me-”

“I don’t want to know just any of those women, I want to know you.” He countered. “That whole ‘there’s nothing to know about me’ act, I just don’t believe it, everybody has a story.”

“I don’t.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you almost look believable when you lie?”

You choked mid-sip. “Excuse me?-”

“Are you two ready to order?”

He was starting to spite this waiter. “Uh, yes, I’ll have my usual, what about you, love?” He was looking at you.

Still taken aback by his statement, you ordered. “I’ll have the chicken marsala with a side salad, please.” He nodded, taking the menus away to leave you two alone. You glared at him. “Lie? What makes you think-” He cut you off.

“If you don’t mind me asking, are you close with your family?” That was a personal question that you weren’t expecting to have to answer today.

“You expect me to answer your questions after you called me a liar?” You scoffed. “I don’t think so...”

He sighed, not breaking eye contact in the slightest as he sipped his wine. “Is there anyone, anyone at all, a mother, sister, friend, anyone you’re really close with? Anyone you can share your heart with, talk about difficult things with. You seem like the loner type...”

“It doesn’t matter.” You quipped rather defensively. “I don’t really need anyone to talk to, I’m doing fine on my own. As far as my family goes, well, I’m not a representation of my family, I’m just me...”

“So you’re not close to your parents?” He tilted his head curiously. You gazed down at your silver fork, solemnly—you never talk about stuff like this.

“No...” You uttered lowly, not liking where he was going with the invasive questions. “They died when I was a newborn, I was adopted by my uncles family...”

“Oh...” He felt bad for asking now. “I’m sorry to hear that,” You flinched, he cupped the top of your hand with his own large one, a softness in his eyes, “I’m sure growing up was hard for you, yeah?...”

“I mean, you could say that...” Oddly, you let him keep his hand on your own but it didn’t last long. “Can we drop this subject, please? I really don’t like talking about it.” You slid your hand back, an awkward grin showing your discomfort.

“Of course, sorry,” He sounded flustered, “I didn’t mean to pry.” The waiter had come back and sat the food in front of you two, you both thanked him. It smelled divine and Taehyung had already dug into his meal. You stabbed the nicely sliced tomato, sticking it in your mouth slowly as you eyed him intently.

“Y’know...” He began.

You forgot that people actually talk to one another when they go out to eat, it’s been so long it seemed weird. You were just about ready to tape his mouth shut because of all of these questions weren’t allowing you to eat. The chicken on your fork would have to wait. “What?”

“I know this may be a little awkward since I’m your boss and all, but we’re both adults.” Awkward? That was an oversimplification.

He lowered his voice. “This morning, when you said you heard something,” He bit his lip, “I whispered something to myself...I said it so low, I could barely hear myself say it, but you did.” His gaze focused on you intensely. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it, how could you have heard something that was as quiet as a thought?”

Fear. A blanket of utter terror wrapped around you as you struggled to gulp the lump in your throat. “I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You choked, hands beginning to tremble when you pushed them in your lap.

“Are you sure? Because I think you do.” He was starting to rub you the wrong way.

You are eating lunch in a restaurant with a man that you work for and he sees no problem with it. Not only that, but you saw a few employees from the Heights office and they wouldn’t stop staring and whispering when they saw you. Free lunch at the expense of your antisocial way of life. Those workers knew your face now, what if this went bad? It would look bad on a new boss was seen with a lower level employee like you, what would they think? This is why you didn’t want to do this, this was a bad idea. Thoughts raced through your mind but the only one that you could grasp was the thought of him knowing—you wanted to throw up.

“Are you okay? Your face is flushed.” His eyes widened in concern.

“I- I’m fine, it’s just a little hot in here.” You fanned yourself lightly, reaching for the glass of wine and finishing it off but still feeling parched. Suddenly, a dull ache throbbed in your temples and your brows furrowed in discomfort.

“Excuse me,” he stopped a waiter, “can you bring me a glass of water please?”

“No, no, thank you for everything but I really have to go.” You were pushing yourself away from the table and in a matter of seconds, you were making your way through the restaurant and flying out the door. When you walked out of that place you felt like you could breathe. The gears were turning in your head, anxiety began to eat away at your bones and you couldn’t contain it anymore. Panting, you stood in the busy street, trying to gather yourself. You shook your head, your ears aching as if someone had set a firework off right next to you. Eager to get home, you got on the subway and held on to the safety bar. You felt hot, it as if everything was burning inside you. It scared you to death, people would try to get close, ask too many questions—

it made you sick to your stomach.

Home, that was your goal. When you got off the subway, you made your dog walking stops. Starting from the farthest apartment complex to your own. A pit bull, two chihuahua’s and a brown lab, it took about 2 hours. The Lafonso’s canceled last minute so you were thankful because nature decided that you deserved to suffer this evening. The rain was relentless. It was pouring down, your clothes were drenched, sticking to you in the worst way as you walked down the street, desperate to get home. No one offered to walk you under their umbrella, not that you would accept the offer anyway. A nice hot shower was all you wanted.

“Huh...” You sigh, dragging your soaked frame up the stairs. You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath. You dug into your pocket to take out you’re house key. “Where is that thing?-...”

Notice from the city — Sorry we missed you!

We missed you! You were not available when we came to introduce the new monthly policy. The SRMA monthly routine check on all citizens born between 1992 - 1998 who may have failed to submit their medical records or whose records may need verifying. Do not be alarmed, as a government, we want to ensure the health and safety of our people through all necessary methods. If you have any questions, contact us at 747-”

B.S.—You rip the bright orange paper off the door, crumbling it up into a ball, and throw it in the trash bin as you entered your home. It’s disgusting. The government has their sneaky ways of getting what they want, one way or another. Just as you do every night, you flipped the light switch to get some light in your dark little living room. You flicked it twice but there was no light—just your luck. The light bulbs are out. You toss your purse on the couch to go search for some extra light bulbs.

For some reason the light bulbs refused to be found, you checked under the kitchen sink, then the supply closet—I know I bought some.

“There we go.” On the very top shelf, the new pack of bulbs sat in the far corner. You had no clue why you put it there but you reached up on your tippy-toes and grabbed the pack.

Sighing, you untwisted the dead bulb from under lampshade and sat it on the coffee table. As you were about to screw in the new bulb, suddenly, you heard low footsteps in the hall and you tensed as the unknown person passed your door.

You absentmindedly screwed in the bulb. “Who in the- Agh!” A sharp burst of glass and light happened in your hands and scared the life out of you. The light bulb previously in your hand now exploded, the shards of glass missing your finger so by less than an inch.

You rush to your kitchen to get a broom and dustpan. “Cheap bulbs, what can you expect...” You cleared your throat, shuffling over to clean up the mess. When you glanced at your buzzing cellphone, you had easily predicted who it was on the other end. You picked it up and held it between your shoulder and ear. “Hi, Hoseok.”

“Hey, I was just calling to check on you. I saw you weren’t answering your texts so I got worried.”

Always so concerned for you, you were lucky to have at least one friend like him.

“Oh, I was really busy today, I didn’t even see your texts. Sorry about that.” You walked into the kitchen as Hoseok explained that he was just making sure you got home safely. He was also pretty curious about who went to lunch with today, you wouldn’t say. “Don’t worry about it Hoseok, it was just lunch and it’s not happening again. Now, I wish I didn’t have to run but I got caught in the rain and I need a shower-”

Footsteps. You heard footsteps in the hall again, and this time, they stopped right in front of your door.

“Y/n?”

“Wait one second...” You whispered, trying to stealthily tiptoe to the door but there was a knock. This time, you were sure it was probably Jan, it had to be...

“Hello?”

No, that’s a man's voice.

“Anyone home?”

Just as you were about to peek through the peep-hole, a paper began to slip through the crack of the door and fall to the floor in front of you. The person had quickly walked away after that and you bent down to inspect the paper.

“Y/n, is everything okay?”

You forgot Hoseok was still on the phone.

“Yeah...I’m good. Hey, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay, goodnight.”

“Night...” You hung up the phone, staring down at the paper.

You have failed to submit your birth records to the SRMA for the 4th year in a row. 5 years with unsubmitted records is considered a felony as of 2 months ago. You have one year to submit your records before you are put under high suspicion of the state. At the bottom of the paper, a printed signature was signed. Ordered by Senator Nelson Green.

“Ugh, not again...” You were about to crumble up the paper, but you paused. You don’t even know if your birth certificate is legitimate. You were adopted and for all you knew, your parents had altered the thing, it’s unlikely, but it’s still a possibility. You had never turned them in for the mere fact that it wasn’t against the law, it was just a strong and annoying suggestion. Until now.

“I’ve never met anyone like her before and I don’t want to let her slip through my fingers...” He was at his penthouse and his best friend, Jimin, was day house-sitting for him. Taehyung sat on the couch with his matching pajama set on and pillow snug in his grasp as the television served to fill in the silence gap.

“She must be gorgeous for you to be this messed up about her.” Jimin sat on the recliner with a bowl of ramen.

“I went to lunch with her today.”

“Oh? So you’ve already gone on a date?”

“Not exactly, my lunch appointment canceled so I asked her if she wanted to join me. She came but I really don’t think she wanted to be there. It may have to do with the fact that I’m kind of her boss...”

“She works for you?!” Jimin couldn’t hide his shock.

Taehyung sighs. “Don’t sound so surprised, she works in the customer service department downtown.”

“Woah, what does your dad think about you getting involved with an employee?”

“Who said anything about getting involved? I don’t think she likes me all that much, she’s kind of a closed book, doesn’t like to talk much. I just asked her to lunch, nothing more nothing less.” He knew it was far much more than that.

“But you want this to turn into something more, don’t you?” Jimin knew the answer. And so did Taehyung. But the thought of verbalizing his want for you made it less real, less tangible.

“Yes- No, I don’t know, I just want to get to know her, that’s all.” Taehyung laid on the arm of the couch, lost in his thoughts. There was no denying that you were hiding something from him, he knew that for a fact. But getting you to open up and be comfortable with him seemed to be the hardest part of all. Why was he so drawn to you? And why did you hide that you felt the same?

A few days later.

It’s a few days since your meeting with Taehyung and you were back to your normal life. Unfortunately, the news that you had gone out with the CEO for lunch was the subject of conversation for the cubicles not too far from you. None of them have dared to ask you about it, for reason that you weren’t quite sure of. You just knew that the only way you were going to get those girls to stop gossiping was to ignore them completely.

You had quite a few calls this morning, no more than usual on a busy day but they came in back to back. Most of them were calling in regards to the new camera that just came out. Some were complaints, others were genuinely curious questions. Your supervisor came out of his office and you watched him survey the room until his eyes landed on you.

“Y/n, come to my office please.” He walks back to his office, urging you to follow.

You swallowed, putting the phone back on the hook and walking to his office. Honestly, you couldn’t imagine what he wanted.

“Yes?”

“You’ve been doing a great job, so don’t think I called you in here because you’re in trouble.” Those words soothed your weary expression. “I was asked by Mr. Kim, to give you this envelope this morning.” He reached into his desk to pull out a white envelope. “Here you go.”

“Oh, thank you.” You took the envelope and walked back to your cubicle. In the solitude of your little space, you opened up the envelope.

__, You’re probably wondering why I didn’t just call or text you. I wanted to know if you could meet me at the club we talked at the other night, I have something really important to talk to you about, please come.

Love, Kim Taehyung.

“Huh...”

“What’s that?” Your coworker in the cubicle across from you noticed the envelope in your hands.

“Oh, nothing, just some notice from HQ or something...” You opened up your desk and shoved it in your drawer. She didn’t look too convinced but she left the subject alone for the most part.

You laid on your bed, pen in your hand, notebook in your lap, and earbuds snug in your ears. Excessive studying had begun to bore you. You decided to set the book down and scroll through your phone absentmindedly.

I had a great time Suzette

You froze, eyes widening in suspicion. You sat up, seeing if someone had opened your room door or something. Where did that come from? It sounded oddly like her uncle's voice.

The kids are home, my mom and niece are taking care of them, but my wife doesn’t get off until 7 today

You were sure that was him now. You weren’t sure where it was coming from especially since you had your music on full blast. But when you took the earphones, you could hear the conversation amplified. Quietly, you sneaked up to your window on your hands and knees, pushing hair away from your face. To your distaste, you saw your uncle, leaning into the window of some woman's car—for your aunt's sake, you hoped that woman was just a friend.

I’ll see you on Friday, bring your swimsuit

He kissed her cheek—ok so they’re definitely more than friends. To ensure that he didn’t see you, you scurried away from the window and ran downstairs to help your grandma with dinner. After you washed up, you began to cut the vegetables for the salad as Daisy, the toddler of the bunch, played in the living room with her older brother.

“Hey guys, I’m home.”

The little kids, all 4 of them ran up to greet their dad, you merely waved. Little did they know, their daddy wasn’t the superhero of a man he portrayed himself to be.

“Food smells good mom.” He walked into the kitchen to search the fridge for something to drink as he always did.

“Thanks, son, it’s your favorite, stewed chicken and rice.” She smiled as he pecked her cheek. Now it was time to greet the only teenager in the house.

“How was school, __?”

“It was school, nothing special.” You mumbled, cutting the tomato with one of your earbuds still in.

“Oh, well, just so you all know, I have to go out of town on-”

“Friday?” You suddenly blurted out, earning you an odd look from him.

“Yeah, how did you know?” He furrowed his brow in suspicion.

Save yourself Y/n. “Um, just a guess.” He looked like he thought nothing of it and went back to the conversation. It took everything in you not to say what you saw, what you heard. It burned at the tip of your tongue.

After dinner.

You stood in front of the sink, washing dishes like you always did after dinner. Even though you all had a dishwasher, grandma always insisted that you wash them by hand. It was annoying but you did it.

“Hey, your aunt wanted to know if you’ll take Josie to elementary school tomorrow, she’s gotta go in early.” Uncle walked into the kitchen, a bowl of cereal in hand.

“Sure, I guess I’ll skip class.” You muttered, a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

“Well, you shouldn’t skip class-”

“It’s not a big deal, I was gonna skip anyway.” You cut him off. You two had always had this tense relationship. He would say something, you’d saying something back, he’d get offended, the usual argument followed suit. You remember his rage when he saw you got a nose piercing, it was fake and so you felt no need not to wear it. It’s your nose after all.

“Oh.” He stood there for a little while, reading over some bills and such.

“So, you’re going out of town...” You thought you’d be the one to bring it up.

“Yep.”

“Somewhere sunny, I’m guessing?”

You furrowed his brows, wondering why you’d say that. “Um, sure, I guess.”

“Why don’t you bring your wife with you? She hasn’t had a vacation in a while.”

“Because it’s work.”

“Or is it because Suzette will be there?” You had stopped washing dishes now.

“Suzette?” His brows knitted further. “How do you know Suzette? I’ve never mentioned her before.” Now he was suspicious.

You sighed, biting your lip anxiously. “You’re making a mistake, ok. You have a wife and kids, your family is worth more than some lady.”

“__, are you hearing yourself? Suzette is a co-worker and we happen to work in the same city this weekend.”

“And you guys plan to do some fucking swimming while you’re there?” You spat, raising your voice a bit through clenched teeth. “Yeah, that sounds like tiresome, boring work.”

He tensed—there is no way you should have heard him, that wasn’t possible

“You need to think before you speak __, you could get yourself in a lot of trouble. How the hell did you even hear that? Did you wire my bag or something? Where are you getting all of this?-”

“Look, I know what I heard.” You stormed away, trying to get away from him but he grabbed your wrist. “What.” You hissed.

“What are you up to, little girl? Do you think this is funny or something? You storm around me like some ungrateful bitch and I put up with it since the day you got here. I won’t be disrespected in my own home.”

“Let go of my arm.” You tried to pull away but he was relentless.

He gripped you harder. “I’m only gonna say this once, stay out of my business __, I mean it.”

The threat only made you spite him more. You felt anger and fear begin to bubble in your chest as he eyed you like a hawk. How dare he even insinuate that you were ridiculous when you saw with your own eyes what he was doing. You stared at him with a blank expression, your knuckles turning white as you clenched your fists impossibly tight. “L-let go.”

“Did you hear what I just-” He paused. A white heat began to incase his entire body, his hands trembled as a high-pitched ringing started to torture his senses, he stepped back. “What the hell?”

You got away and ran upstairs.

“__! I’m not done talking to you young lady-”

“Leave me alone!”

You gritted your teeth, trying to conceal your voice. You closed your door, locking it and jumping to lay on your bed. It was hard not to hate his guts sometimes, he was so annoying sometimes. You wondered what your real dad would have been like...

You heard a knock on the door but you willed yourself to ignore the sounds.

The door creaked as he opened it. “Hi, can I help you?”

“Hello there, I know it’s late but my name is agent Susan Black, I’m with the Scientific Research and Medical Advancements recovery efforts. I’m here to get records for the people living in your home for safety, it’s protocol. We’ve been made aware that you’ve been avoiding our calls and emails for you to turn in all the residents of this home's birth records.” She smiled, he knew this would catch up with him. “You’re making us really suspicious Mr. Kang.”

He scratched the back of his neck thoughtfully. “I’ll make sure that happens in the next week, but now isn’t the best time.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do it now sir, just before the end of the year. Goodnight sir- Oh, and don't forget, it’s for the safety of society.”

“Dr. Kim, what do you think about The 1989 Project, I know you used to work here back then?”

One of the resident doctors stopped by Dr. Kim’s office to hand off some papers. “I know a lot of the rumors are true, and that even you worked with Zoe Akasma Hawn to get her back to health.”

The older man sighed, thinking of the horrible state of that girl. “I don’t have a lot to say about it.”

“Oh, come on Doctor, I know you must think something of it.” He pried.

“I just hope the surviving participants get the help that they need, that’s all.” His answer is wholesome, not one you can really argue.

“You can’t possibly think that those experiments have a chance of molding into society, do you?”

“You never know.” That’s all he had to say before resuming his papers. His phone rang suddenly.

“Hello?”

“Hey dad, I can’t come by this evening, I have a thing.” Taehyung never missed coming to see his dad, so whatever it was, it must be important. “Sorry.”

“This thing must be important, huh?” He smiled through the phone.

“Yeah, I’ll see you. Love you, dad.”

“I love you too, son.”

Taehyung tucked his phone into his pocket and got out of the car, hoping he wouldn’t be waiting here all night. It was sunset, he entered the club and found a seat near the band and waited, anxiously. The tingling in his chest reminded him how nervous he was, what if you decided not to show up? That wouldn’t be a surprise given the feelings you have towards him—if you could call those feelings. When you ran out of the restaurant the other day, he had never felt so out of place in his life. He did put you on the spot when he asked about your family and you did not react well. But in his defense, he didn’t know it was a touchy subject.

“Can I get you anything?” A young waitress, who looked rather swoon by his appearance walked up to him.

“Not now, I’m waiting for someone.” Her expression saddened when she connected the dots. He wasn’t alone this evening and she could forget about hitting it big with a guy like him.

Thirty minutes turned into an hour, and an hour turned into an hour and a half. He had finally settled for ordering tea and leaving, but then you were walking in through the front door—you were wearing a black t-shirt, sneakers, and jeans. Your hair laid close on your shoulders as your eyes scanned the room for him. Before he could beckon you over, your eyes found him and you were walking towards him. With a breathless huff, you sat in the chair across from him, the air around you immediately took effect on him. His chest started to tingle but he managed to push the excitement down.

“So,” You exhaled, “what’s so important?” Your voice was soft, low, kind despite its cutting edges in tone.

“I...” He scrambled for his reasoning for calling you. “I called the office for you yesterday, but they said you weren’t there.”

“I had a few things I had to take care of, is that why you called me here?...” If that was the reason, you were sure he was taking this interest in you too far. “To see why I wasn’t at work? I asked my manager if it was ok-”

“No, that’s not why. I-...” He tapped absentmindedly on his ceramic cup, attempting to compile a coherent sentence. “Um...”

“Taehyung,” You cut him off, your patience running thin. “I really don’t have all night, I walked here from the subway station 15 minutes from here and I need to get back home...”

“The government contacted the company. They’ve been looking to see if any of my employees are affiliated with Jane Sato or know anything about The 1989 Project. I’ve heard that you’re one of the few people that haven’t been officially cleared by the SRMA recently.” He cleared his throat. “Do you know anything about it?”

“No, not a thing...” You deadpanned, eyes going between your hands and the live band in the background. You were starting to get that feeling again, the same feeling you felt the night you saw him, the icy burn at the tip of your fingers, and the pit of your stomach.

“And honestly, I don’t believe in that stuff. The whole Zoe Hawn case seemed like the government had too much to do with it. Put a feral looking failed experiment on the TV and everyone wants to get tested, it’s a hoax. Those hybrids, experiments- Whatever they're called, they have nothing to do with me. I don’t want to have anything to do with them either.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. “So, does this not look familiar to you?” You reached for it, fingers grazing it lightly before you gradually opened it up. A photo—a photo of a bunch of doctors and scientists, you weren’t sure. Your eyes scanned the individuals in the picture and you frowned.

Your gaze turned cold. “Where did you get this...”

“These are the doctors and scientist involved in the 1989 project, I got it from a physician I know. He thought I should show it to some of my employees. Do any of them look familiar?” He tilted his head, doe eyes too round and distracting for you at the moment.

You gulped. “No.”

He moved to grasp the photo. “I just thought you might’ve-...”

“I don’t know who any of those people are.”

A spark ignited from the tip of your fingers.

When your hands touched, it was as if a white light engulfed his vision and an achingly loud thump reverberated in your ears, you yanked your hand away instantly. There was no denying that you felt something and you didn’t like it. He stared up at you, lips parted in shock as you mirrored his expression but in a rigid manner. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip, probably drawing blood, and for the second time around him, your anxiety decided to devour you from the inside out.

“I-...I’m leaving.” You abruptly pushed away from the table and stormed out of the club, photo in hand.

“Hey! Wait!” He ran behind you, trying not to lose you since you were already halfway down the sidewalk. You retained a steady pace of running but you could tell he was hot on your trail, you could run down to the subway and try to lose him there but you hated getting on the subway at this hour.

You swiftly shoved the photo in your pocket and bolted down the alleyway. For a moment, you paused so you could catch your breath, leaning back against the rough brick walls and letting your eyelids flutter closed. Why is this happening to me and why now? You managed to calm yourself from the constant pound of your heartbeat. When you heard panting, you slowly opened your eyes.

He caged you, his eyes boring into your soul.

Your eyes widened, jumping back to run away but he seized your wrists. “Leave me alone!”

“Why did you run?!” He seethed, trying to stay calm. “Calm down, shh!” The words leaving his throat like a suppressed cough. You pushed at his chest, trying not to look him in the eye. “Stop trying to run away! Listen to me, please.” It was a firm plea, one you had never heard from anyone before. “If you’d just let me explain-”

You weren’t having it.

“Why won’t you just leave me alone?!” You jerked away, getting away from the wall so you could make a run for it but you felt a sharp pain in your head. You hunched over, clutching your forehead in your hands. “Ah...” You winced, your breathing unsteady and your stance shaky. The throbbing had increased and your vision was beginning to get blurry.

Taehyung reached out to you, his hand gripping your arms. “Y/n, stop fighting it...”

“Get the hell away from me!-“ You were pulling away, hitting, clawing at his arms and everything to get him to let you go. Despite your resistance, he wrapped his arms around you, his body being so close had made your pulse skyrocket. This was too much, it physically, emotionally, mentally, pained you the more you tried to getaway.

“Please, don’t fight me-” He tried to speak calmly but it was hard when you insisted on thrashing about. “S-stop fighting me, I’m not gonna hurt you, you can trust me,” His heart sank when he saw that look in your eyes, the look of an innocent creature in pain—you were scared. “We’re the same.”

“N-no, leave me alone,” Your stance wavered and you fell silent, tears building at your eyes. You were on the verge of sobbing. “Just leave me alone, I can’t be around you...”

There was so much energy emanating around you, through your bones. You could feel everything—you could hear everything. The buzz of street lights, bickering old couples on the top floor of this old apartment, honking horns of impatient drivers, a sobbing teen curled up on a cold tile floor. It was as if all living things were coursing through you—a razor-sharp current of light and darkness stabbing you from the inside out.

The sound of something cracking, the sound so unbearably familiar that he found it difficult to physically control himself.

“Y/n, don’t fight it...it’s okay...” His hands clung to your lower back and the back of your neck, keeping you anchored against him, your hands still pushing him away. His lips parted, a shaky breath leaving his mouth when you tensed.

“I know...I feel it too.”

Absolute darkness, dull obscurations ravaged your sight and you fell limp—you blacked out.

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Walk Me Home, Ch. 4

Summary/Pairing: Joanna Taylor finds out Tony Stark is actually her dad. Peter Parker X OC

Word Count: 10.1k

Warning: Mentions of death, drugs, and alcohol. Suicide Warning. Gun Warning This is rated M for language and smut.

Ch 1: Walk Me Home, Ch 1

Ch 2: Walk Me Home, Ch. 2

Ch 3: Walk Me Home, Ch. 3

A/N: Here’s chapter 4. I had to repost because of formatting issues, so im sorry if there’s any confusion. Also, thank you all soooo much for all of the comments and reblogs and likes and messages! It makes writing this so fun. PS. excuse the angst!

This has only been edited by me, so excuse any errors.

“Fuck,” Peter mutters under his breath

“Get out!” Jo yells at Sam and Bucky, quilt clutched to her chest, “Now!” They both back out of her room slowly and Jo falls back against her pillows, groaning. Peter chuckles a little, “Your heart is beating so fast right now.”

“Two Avengers literally just kicked in my front door, I’m sure that I’m having a pretty normal reaction.” Jo pushes some hair out of her face before cocking her head up at him, “Wait, you can hear that?”

“Only because it’s really quiet in here,” He explains with a soft smile, “I’ve gotten pretty good at tuning that type of stuff out. The suit does it for me automatically, but at first, when I wasn’t wearing it there was just so much sight and sound stimulation it drove me crazy.”

“I didn’t know that.” Jo tells him truthfully.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He points out.

“Should we change that?” She asks breathily, butterflies forming in her stomach at the seriousness of these words. One of Peter’s hands comes up to clutch her cheek, thumb tracing her bottom lip. In the morning light Peter notices that her brown eyes have a ring of gold around them. The weight behind Jo’s words hang in the air. After last night, it’s clear that whatever they’ve been doing isn’t working.

There’s a loud clang from the kitchen and they’re pulled from their reverie. Peter sighs and stands to re-dress, “I guess we should deal with that.”

“Guess so,” Jo shakes her head and rummages around her room for a pair of lounge pants before putting on the same undershirt she had on the night before. Jo groans as soon as she steps out of her room. The door to her apartment had been torn from the hinges and thrown across the loft into the opposing wall, like someone with super powers had kicked it in. For a second, Jo almost laughs. How was this her life?

Peter leans against the frame of Jo’s bedroom and surveys the damage in front of him. She was going to need a new door frame, a new door, and to repair the damaged wall them door flew into. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks across the room at Bucky and Sam.

“Why?” Is all he asks them.

Jo is still openly gaping at the hole in the wall where her door used to be, “Why?” she repeats, glaring at the person nearest to her, which happened to be Sam. “Don’t look at me,” Sam says, hands in the air defensively, “He’s the one who kicked the door in.”

“Dude.” Bucky throws Sam a look, “You told me to.”

“Why?” Jo repeats, teeth clenched.

“Your dad-” Sam starts.

“Is in Singapore!” Jo yells, “What does he have to do with this?”

“If you would let me finish,” Sam gives her a pointed look. “He got an alert from FRIDAY that you left the apartment and didn’t come back. FRIDAY also alerted him that you were under some sort of distress when you left. He called your phone about 100 times since then and you didn’t answer. So. He sent us to save you.”

“From Peter?” She sounds defeated, looking at the mess in front of her. Jo considers Sam’s words. It was true, she had left, incredibly upset, and just not come back. She hadn’t realized she left her phone at the tower or that anyone had been trying to get in touch with her.

“Tony convinced us that a bad, bad man had you and we were racing against time to find you.” Sam says.

“I hate you both.” Peter says from his spot in Jo’s doorframe.

Bucky and Sam’s direct their attention to Peter and Sam laughs out loud, “This is your, fault kid. How were we supposed to know the girl you told us about was Jo.”

Jo’s eyes snap to Peter, “You told them?” She asks him defensively.

“Not that it was you.” He says pointedly.

“This is a mess.” Bucky runs a hand through his hair.

Jo decides to ignore anything Peter may or may not have said to his roommates about their fight. “But why didn’t you just knock first?”

“This could have all been avoided if you knocked.” Peter continues.

“I told you it was only a matter of time before the teenagers turned on us,” Sam muttered to Bucky, who nodded beside him.

“Oh, my god!” Jo lets out a frustrated groan, “Forget it! Can we just clean it up?” The four of them begin to pick up the area quietly. Jo moves to her supply closet to grab a broom and dustpan and stands out of the way until the others are done with the heavy lifting. Bucky grabs hold of the industrial style door that’s currently stuck in the wall across from the entrance to her apartment, and with a little bit of effort pulls it out of the wall. More concrete and drywall fall to the ground loudly and Bucky gives Jo a sheepish look.

Peter and Sam quietly pick up the larger pieces of concrete that surround the doorframe and wall, piling them up in the hallway outside Jo’s apartment. “So,” Joanna says casually, sweeping up the remaining dust and debris, “You obviously saw Peter and I here, uh, together,” Sam lets out a snort and Jo shoots him a glare, “Did you tell Tony he was here?”

Peter and Jo exchange a look. Jo hadn’t known Tony and Peter very long, but she was able to learn that the two of them had a special relationship, even if Tony was hard on Peter sometimes. And Peter saw exactly the way Tony had changed since Jo came into his life. He was better in every way. Peter also knew that Tony was aware of his less than stellar reputation when it came to women. If Tony found out that Peter was sleeping with his daughter he would send him on a year-long mission in South America. Or to work in a lab in Switzerland. Or maybe he’d just kill him.

Peter coughs a bit and looks at them, “You can’t tell Tony.”

Sam takes one look at the two of them and laughs out loud. They both wear matching expressions of embarrassment and fear. “You guys are so fucked.” “Sam.”

“We didn’t tell him, don’t worry about it.” Bucky tells them.

“Yup. As far as he’s concerned you just left your phone at the tower.” Sam reassures, looking between the two, “But ya’ll gotta figure whatever this is out.” With that, the two men make their way out of Jo’s apartment. Sam’s words hang between the two of them.

“He’s, uh, got a point, Jo.” Peter tells her, gingerly picking up the door and trying to place it in front of the hole in the wall is. “You should call Happy about this.” He says as an afterthought.

Jo stares at him for a little, unable to express her thoughts to him.

“Okay, I’ll go first I guess.” Peter moves to stand in front of her, “Look Joanna. I know it’s hard to put a label on this, but it just doesn’t feel casual to me anymore. I thought it could pretend I cared less than I did, but it drove me insane. I just need you to know I’m crazy about you. I don’t even know where I’m going with this.” Peter rambles.

“I get it!” Jo finally gets out, “I get it, I feel the same way. This is special, ok?” She grabs one of Peter’s hands, lacing her fingers with his. “You’re all I’ve thought about since I met you.”

“I haven’t even been able to look at another girl since you,” Peter laughs a little. “We still can’t tell anyone.” She reminds him.

“Yeah, but at least we aren’t pretending that friends with benefits is working anymore. Maybe, eventually, we can tell Tony and-“

“Any then what?” Jo asks, getting a little defensive, “Then you put your arm around me in public and then the whole world thinks they own us? No way.” Peter sighs. Jo has a point, but he decides that this just isn’t the time to talk about that. “Look,” He says, pulling her close and leaning down to ghost his lips along her jaw, “as long as you know how I feel, I’m fine.”

“Remind me how you feel again?” Jo gives him a mischievous smile, but there’s something in her eyes that he doesn’t quite understand. Insecurity, maybe?

Peter softens, kissing the spot behind her ear that makes her shiver, “No one has ever made me feel the way you make me feel.” He pulls back and puts his hands on her shoulders, looking her in the eye, “It’s just you, okay?”

“Okay,” Jo whispers, feeling the weight of his words. “Can you hear my heart right now?” She’s overwhelmed by her feelings and she’s not sure she’ll be able to properly articulate them to him.

Peter nods.

“Then you know.” Jo swallows, “How I’m feeling right now.”

Peter lifts a hand and ghosts it over the skin above her heart. “Just for you.” Jo tells him. Peter nods again and presses his lips to hers, kissing her hungrily. The two separate eventually and continue to clean the area. When they’re satisfied with their work, Peter pulls Jo to the couch with him. “I’m taking a mental health day today.” Peter declares to Jo. “Do you have anything on your agenda?”

She looks up at him and shakes her head. “Literally nothing.” Jo smiles up at him.

They spend the morning drinking coffee and talking. Jo gets wrapped up in every story Peter has to tell her. It’s the first time he opens up to her like this. About his high school friends that are away at college and what Tony meant to him and the crazy missions he’s been on.

Jo hesitates to ask him about his parents, but Peter easily explains the situation to her. His parents died when he was very young. He was raised about his aunt and uncle. Jo wasn’t embarrassed to admit to him that he had read an interview that he had done with GQ. He had gushed about his Aunt May, but didn’t mention an uncle.

Peter looks anywhere but Jo when he says, “He died.”

“Oh.”

“Like four months after I got bit. He was stabbed in a robbery.”

“Peter…” Jo sits up to look at him. She can tell he’s trying keep his face indifferent.

“I couldn’t stop it.” He finally looks at her. “I was there, I wasn’t fast enough.” Jo knew the pain of losing a parent, of course. But she cannot imagine that coupled with the belief that it had been her fault that her mom died. She reaches for his hand and plays with his fingers and waits for him to go on.

“I think about it every day…. If I had gotten there a second earlier.” Peter shakes his head, “He would be here still and May would be happy.”

“You were barely 15. You can’t,” Jo pauses, “You shouldn’t carry this burden around.”

“I know, Joanna.” He gives her a sad smile.

Unsure of what else to say, Jo leans forward and presses a kiss to his lips. She goes to pull away but Peter anchors a hand in her hair and pulls her closer to him. Jo thrills at the feeling of Peter’s calloused hands running down her arms and over her waist.

Peter pulls Jo closer and she straddles his waist. One of his hands travels down to her ass, squeezing lightly. Jo gasps into his mouth and grinds her hips against his. Before Jo can react Peter hooks an arm around her back and flips them so she’s on her back underneath him, Peter’s hips between her thighs.

“I wish I could spend every afternoon like this,” Peter tells Jo, pushing some hair out of her face.

“Quit your day job and drop out of school,” Jo says cheekily, “And I think we can work something out.”

Peter rolls his eyes and kisses his way down her body, effectively cutting off all conversation for the rest of the afternoon. __________________________________________________________________

Friday night rolls around. Both Jo and Peter decide to ignore invitations to go out with their friends to stay in and hang out at Peter’s, something that Jo has grown fond of doing with him. It’s nearly 1AM when they decide to put a frozen pizza in the oven.

“Crazy Friday night.” Peter laughs from behind Jo, wrapping two arms around her.

She leans back against his chest and nods, “It’s nice.”

Peter hums in agreement and rests his chin on the top of her head. The two are comfortably quiet for a few moments until they’re both pulled from their thoughts by the elevator door opening and loud, raucous laughter coming from the inside.

Peter drops his arms and steps away from Jo, who moves to take a spot on a stool around the island as Steve, Bucky, and Sam saunter in the room.

“The kids are still awake!” Sam declares as he walks into the kitchen and immediately opens the fridge and pulls out a 6 pack, immediately tossing one to Steve and one to Bucky.

“It’s gotta be past your bedtime,” Steve says to Jo with a teasing smile.

Jo gives him a crooked smile back, “Are you guys drunk?” She had never seen Steve with the glassy look he has in his eyes.

“No, we just went to happy hour.” Sam explains as Bucky takes a seat next to Jo.

“Happy hour ends at 7.” Jo accuses, narrowing her eyes at Bucky.

Bucky reaches out and pokes the tip of her nose, “Happy hours.” He corrects. “You’re all wasted!” Peter laughs, pointing at Steve.

“Needed to blow off some steam?” Jo asks, resting her chin on her hand. “We were trying to get Bucky laid.” Steve slurs a little looking between Jo and Peter. “The man needs it and he won’t talk to girls himself so… wingman.” Steve points at himself.

“Wingmen!” Sam corrects.

“But Bucky’s not with a girl… he’s here in the kitchen. You guys aren’t great wingmen.” Peter notes, taking a look at Bucky, who is bright red.

“I didn’t have a say in any of this,” He explains with a smile. Jo, surprised to learn that he’s a happy drunk, smiles back at him.

“Well we can’t all be lucky enough to live in the same apartment as the person we’re banging,” Sam says. Steve gives him a curious look.

“Who are you talking about?” Steve asks.

Jo tries very hard not to show any emotion on her face, but she feels her eyes widen at Peter. Peter shoots a glare at Sam, who doesn’t even realize how bad he messed up. In the same moment, the oven timer goes off loudly, startling everyone in the room.

“Did you guys cook for us?” Bucky asks, not skipping a beat.

Peter and Jo both let out the breath they had been holding when Steve walks over to the oven, “You made us a pizza? How sweet.” And with that Sam’s comment is forgotten.

Steve passes out on the couch after a couple more hours of beer and shit talking. Jo Peter Bucky and Sam stand in the hallway by the elevator. “You suck!” Jo whisper-yells at Sam.

“This is why I don’t tell you anything!” Peter says in the same tone.

“Is this about what I said about you guys bangin’? I’m sorry. I forgot Steve didn’t know.” Sam shrugs, still drunk.

“This is why we can’t have nice things.” Jo mutters under her breath. “I’m going to bed, I hope you old men don’t have hangovers tomorrow.”

“Rude.” Sam acknowledges her comment before pressing the elevator button for Jo. Bucky gives her and Peter a kind smile before making his way to his room. When the elevator opens Jo looks at Peter, “Come sleep in my bed?” She asks, holding a hand out for him. He grabs it and brings it to his lips.

“I have to get up early tomorrow. Meeting with Tony.” Peter explains.

“That’s fine. I won’t keep you up.” She says, pulling him into the elevator.

“You say that now.” Peter rolls his eyes.

“I’m serious!” Jo laughs.

“You’re insatiable.”

“I’ll let you sleep.” Jo promises.

The pair make their way to Jo’s bedroom slowly, a little drunk on beer and sleepy. Jo had wondered how the older men would react when Peter grabbed two beers from the fridge and handed one to Jo, but they didn’t even blink an eye.

One thing she was shocked to find out about her newfound fame was how easy it was to get illegal substances. She never had to ask or go looking, if she went to an event or a party or a press release- if there were a group of celebrities there, there was alcohol, among other drugs that Jo had more than her fair share of.

She wasn’t a normal 16 year-old girl and Peter wasn’t a normal 19 year-old boy, so she guessed that they could have a beer whenever they damn pleased. Jo changes quietly, swapping the pale blue dress she was wearing for one of Peter’s discarded shirts before padding to the bathroom to quickly wash her face and brush her hair. She crawls into bed and waits for Peter to join her.

No matter how tired she is, seeing Peter with his shirt off still makes Jo feel things. His defined muscles sort of came as a shock to her, because he was so slim and quick, but they were a welcome surprise. She was used to dating skinny boys and Peter was already built like a man. She supposed that when you were on Captain America’s training regimen that was the result.

Her eyes follow him as he approaches the other side of the bed, “Like what you see?” He teases.

“I like looking at you,” Jo tells him unabashedly, “You’re really nice to look at.”

Peter climbs into bed next to her and presses his lips to hers, “You’re not half bad yourself.”

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When Jo wakes up the next morning the other side of the bed is cold and empty. She scrolls through Instagram and Twitter for a bit before growing bored and making her way to the kitchen. She’s shocked to see Peter sitting at her kitchen island sipping a cup of coffee. He’s dressed in blue slacks and a white shirt, sleeves rolled and tie loosened, with his jacket strewn across the back of the chair he sits in.

Peter’s too wrapped up in whatever he’s reading to notice Jo enter the kitchen. She leans against the wall and watches Peter read, enjoying the sight of him all business casual. After a few moments she clears her throat.

“I thought you said your meeting was really early. It’s already 9.” She says. If she startled Peter he doesn’t show it, “I’ve actually been back for a half hour already.” He says smugly, lifting a coffee cup to his mouth.

“Does Tony make you wear a suit for meetings?” Jo asks, making her way over to the stool next to his. Peter gives her a quick kiss on the cheek before returning his attention to whatever he’s reading.

“No, but Tony’s always in a suit when he’s in his office. Seems like the professional thing to do.” Peter mumbles as Jo picks up his coffee and takes a sip. One of Peter’s hands finds her thigh and he absentmindedly runs his fingers across her skin. He’s so focused on whatever he’s doing he’s barely looked at her.

“Hmm.” Jo hums next to him, not trying to distract from whatever he’s reading. After a few moments Peter lets out a sign and turns to face Jo.

“Sorry,” He laughs a little, loosening his tie a little more, “I thought you would be asleep longer.”

Jo shrugs, “It should be illegal to have meetings before 9am.” She tells him. Peter laughs in earnest, “Jo, Tony starts his work days at like 6 in the morning. I’m just happy he didn’t have me come in then.”

“Fair enough. What are you reading?” Jo peeks at the papers curiously. “Mission briefing.” Peter says as he stands to get more coffee.

“Are you going somewhere?” She rests her chin on her hands and appreciates the sight of him making coffee in his work clothes in her kitchen.

“Marrakech.” He doesn’t look up from the coffee filter he’s fiddling with. “Morocco? Peter that’s so cool!” Jo’s eyes light up.

“Cool?” Peter snorts, “Glad you think so. I’ll be getting shot at.”

Jo’s face drops and she looks at her hands, feeling chagrined.

Peter takes one look at her and immediately feels like shit. “Hey,” He walks over to Jo and puts a finger under her chin, tilting her head up to force her to look at him, “I’m sorry. It is cool that I get to go to these places. I usually even have a full day to be a tourist.”

Jo’s eyes search his and she says nothing, not sure what to make of him snapping at her like that.

“May has me really stressed lately,” Peter explains, “She worries a lot and it freaks me out and I had just gotten off the phone with her when you walked in.”

“What you and Tony do… I mean I know it’s dangerous, but like, what are you even walking in to? You don’t get to wear a bulletproof suit like Tony and I mean you’re so much younger than them and Steve and Bucky and Sam fought in actual wars, it doesn’t seem right that you-”

Peter cuts Jo off by pressing his lips to hers. She runs a hand through his hair and kisses him back gently. When he pulls away he smiles at her, “You’re cute when you’re worried.” Jo grunts in his direction, annoyed he won’t take her seriously.

“Jo, I’m always safe, okay?” Peter nuzzles behind her ear, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about me.”

Of course, that’s all she would do, but he doesn’t need to know that. “When do you leave?”

Jo squeals a little when Peter pulls her from her stool and into his lap, “Later this afternoon. We’ll be gone maybe four or five days.”

“Oh.” Jo’s face falls a little.

“What is it?” Peter asks.

Jo leans back and away from Peter so she can look at him better. One of his hands reaches around to steady her back so she doesn’t fall off of him. “Maria’s getting married.”

Peter smiles. Maria Hill was getting married in a ceremony upstate. They rented a big pretty barn with a huge field for the ceremony and reception, and even rented the Inn on the property for their small wedding party and closest friends. Just about every field agent he knew was going to the wedding and all of the Avengers had been invited to stay the weekend.

“Yeah?” He asks.

“It’s really not a big deal,” Jo tells him. Peter has to refrain from rolling his eyes. He learned pretty quickly that if a girl says something isn’t a big deal, it probably is. Jo continues, “Well, for some reason she invited me to come along. And I was wondering if you were going.”

Peter frowns, it’s Tuesday. Everyone had been planning to drive up on Friday morning in a few of the Stark Industries SUVs that Tony had provided on, but Peter had been planning on traveling up separately the next day. “I was going to go Saturday depending on when I got back. Why?”

“My birthday is Sunday. And I can’t go Friday with everyone else because I have some Spotify thing.” Jo tells him.

“I know. Maria picked out a cake to bring out on Saturday at the end of the reception.” Peter smiles at her.

“So you’re going upstate, too?” Jo asks. “I wasn’t sure if I should even go…” “Yeah. Sam and I were going to drive up Saturday morning-ish, depending on when we get back. Come with us. I want to see you on your birthday.” Peter says, kissing her on her temple.

Jo bites her lip, “You don’t think anyone will think it’s weird that we’re coming together?”

“No, and besides, Sam’s coming too. We can be out together, Jo, no one will think a thing of it. It might be weirder if we pretend we don’t know each other.” Peter laughs.

Jo thinks about it for a minute. Over the past year, every single boy that she’s been in public with has been speculated to be her boyfriend. This wasn’t any different. “No, you’re right.” She tells him, “We can be in public together. I feel like we’re expected to be friends.”

“You know,” Peter laughs, “People always say shit about Tony being a ‘father figure’ to me. Before it didn’t really bother me, but now…”

“Ew.” Jo says, “No, that’s weird, right?”

“That’s totally weird.” Peter agrees. He pulls Jo close she rests her head on his chest. Peter runs a hand through her hair, enjoying the feel of her on top of him. He never really felt this way with any other girls, like he needed to be close to them or he couldn’t breathe, but everything he felt with Jo was just so different than anything he had ever experienced. But he couldn’t tell anyone that because they would say he’s 19 and young and stupid. He pushes those thoughts to the back of his mind and rests his chin on Jo’s head.

“What do you want for your birthday?” Peter asks Jo eventually.

“Oh, nothing.” She says without hesitation.

“C’mon, Jo. Gimme something.” Yeah, he had really strong feelings for her, but he still had no clue what she would want for her birthday. Perfume? Jewelry? No. Everything traditional seemed wrong.

“Peter, I don’t want anything. I definitely don’t need anything.” Jo says with a heavy eye roll. “Just get home safe, okay?”

Peter nods and scoops Jo up in his arms, ignoring her yells of protest, and deposits her on the large couch in the living area. “You’re so easy to throw around.” He laughs.

“You have superpowers it’s not even close to a fair fight.” Jo pushes herself into a sitting position.

“Life isn’t fair, Taylor.” He says, her last name rolling off his tongue.

“Whatever, get over here.” Jo laughs and pats the space on the couch next to her.

“Jo, if I don’t finish the reading Tony gave me he’s gonna be so pissed.” Peter tells her.

“Well bring it over here.”

Peter does as she says and takes the spot next to her on the couch. They’re both quiet for a bit, Peter finishing his work and Jo scrolling through her phone. Peter feels her eyes on him, quietly appraising his form.

“What?” He asks Jo.

She shrugs and say nothing, but continues to stare. She takes in his face- the curve of his nose, his strong jaw, soft eyes- his hands, the rolled up sleeves of his dress shirt, driving her crazy. Not even realizing what she’s doing, she pulls the papers he’s reading from his hand and drops them on the ground and straddles his hips, fingers toying with the loosened tie around his neck.

“What are you doing?” Peter asks, sounding a little annoyed, but his hands find her waist nonetheless.

“You can read on the plane.” Jo tells him, slipping his tie off and pressing light kisses down his jaw. Once the tie is gone, she makes quick work of the buttons on his dress shirt. Jo pulls off the shirt she’s wearing- one of Peters- leaving her only in an impossibly tiny pair of panties.

Peter leans back against the couch cushions, drinking in the sight of her on top of him like that. Soon Jo has his dress shirt unbuttoned and pushed aside. She kisses and bites down his body. When her teeth scrape one of Peter’s nipples, he moans loudly, bucking his hips.

Jo climbs off Peter and settling on her knees in front of him. She can see his growing erection underneath his slacks, and she makes quick work of his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down over his cock.

She grasps his thickening shaft, and Peter groans as she pumps him, watching her through slitted eyes. She glances at his flushed cheeks and the taut muscles in his neck, feeling herself get turned on as well. Then she fists her hair over her shoulder in one hand and bends over him to suck the head of his cock between her lips.

“Shit—you… god,” he sighs as he collapses back into the couch, both of his hands grip the cushions tightly. She watches his face from the corner of her eye and hesitantly swirls her tongue around the tip. His skin is salty, and when her tongue swipes through the slit, the flavor of his precum bursts across her taste buds. It encourages her, and, releasing her hair, she grabs the base of his cock and opens her mouth wider, taking him in farther.

One of Peter’s hands releases the couch to fist in her hair. Jo tries to maintain eye contact with him as much as possible; his pupils grow fatter, and his nostrils flare, his mouth parts as he breathes deeper, faster. It makes her wetter.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Peter whispers, eyes shut, teeth worrying at his bottom lip. “Just...a little harder.”

Tightening her fist, she sucks his cock into her mouth. He grunts, hips jerking slightly. The hand in her hair tightens and he pulls harshly. She cries out, her own hand releasing him to pull his fist out of her hair.

“Oh god,” Peter says, sitting up a little to look down at Jo, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” She tells him reassuringly, “I just don’t think I liked that. Don’t pull.”

When Jo’s mouth returns to his cock, he gently weaves his hand into her hair, but just to keep it out of her face. She flicks her tongue over the head, along the ridge, obsessively studying his face as it twists in pleasure. Reassured, she slides her mouth back down on him. She can’t take him too far or deep, but she tries to make up for it with a tight, stroking hand on the bottom half of his cock, tugging on his flesh when she pulls her lips and tongue up to the head.

“God, that’s so good,” Peter grunts, voice choked, abdomen flexing. She splays her free hand over the muscles, feeling them quiver under her touch. Suddenly, his other hand finds her shoulder to gently push her away and he gasps. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Jo’s mouth remains on him.

Peter struggled to keep his eyes open, and she locked gazes with him, her lips wrapped tightly around him. His balls tightened, and she instinctively thrusts her tongue back to catch his semen as he comes with a grunt.

When he’s done, Jo releases him and pulls his boxers up over his cock before kissing her way up his body again. He sits with his head back against the couch, eyes closed, breathing still ragged. When she kisses under his chin, both of his hands frame her jaw and bring her lips to his.

“You’re incredible,” He says, one hand tangling in her hair, fingers gently rubbing her scalp, “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” His fingers apply a little more pressure.

“It’s okay. I-I” Jo stutters, then takes a deep breath, feeling embarrassed for some reason, even though Peter’s cock was literally just in her mouth, “I’m still figuring out what I like, I guess.” Then she looks down, “Was that… good for you? I mean I’ve never really…” Jo struggles to find the right words.

Peter’s eyes flutter all the way open, “You’ve never… really?” Considering the way she just made him feel, he finds it hard to believe.

“No, well, yes, I mean,” She’s flustered all of the sudden, not sure how to talk about her ex or the guys she brought home when she went off the deep end after her mother died.

“Just with one person. My ex. When I was still in school, before all of this,” She says referring to her album and tour and the fame and Tony and Peter. “There was him and, I mean, I was really young and we weren’t exactly adventurous in bed. Then we broke up not long before my mom died. After that I just went home with anyone, any warm body, and I wasn’t exactly eager to do that with them.” She’s suddenly a bit shy, eyes cast downward toward her hands.

“I didn’t sleep with all of them, just a few. So uh, yeah, I’m not really good at this.” She manages to stutter. “I think I sort of put on this false bravado when we met and started fooling around and stuff.” Jo shrugs.

Peter things back to the first few times they were intimate together. She had been the one to initiate it, but he remembered noticing how timid she really was. He looks at her, tucked up against his side, mostly naked, and blushing hard, “Hey, you know I’m not expecting anything from you right?”

Jo cocks an eyebrow at him.

Peter, a bit frustrated, runs a hand through his hair, “The way we started this fucked everything up.” He sighs, and Jo looks at him curiously, “We shouldn’t have made it just about sex. I just wanted you any way I could get you, and that was selfish of me.

“But I don’t-I’m not…. Look, I like it. That you haven’t been with that many guys. But I also wouldn’t care if you slept with everyone in New York City. I just like you.” Peter pauses a moment, “And you just made me feel really, really good. So don’t ever worry about that.”

Jo blushes deeper and nods, “Okay.” She whispers to him.

Peter runs his hands down her body, leaving goosebumps in their trail, “Thanks for the unexpected blowjob.” He gives her a crooked smirk.

Jo laughs out loud, pushing his chest back a little so she can slip out of his grip, and Peter makes a sound of protest, “Oh, sush.” She giggles, dropping his mission briefing back on his lap and pulling Peter’s big t-shirt back over her body.

Peter watches Jo flit around her apartment cleaning the mess she’s left unattended for the last couple of days and suddenly wishes that he didn’t have to go anywhere this week. Or ever. He could watch her in his t-shirt forever, and never get tired of the sight.

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Jo hops up on the edge of the low stone wall that surrounds the patio where the make-shift dance floor is set up. Maria’s ceremony was beautiful and quick, and now the party was in full swing. She watches some of the drunker patrons dance very poorly with a small smile on her face.

Peter stands by the bar, drink in hand, pretending to listen to whatever Tony and Natasha are talking about. Really, he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off Jo since the ceremony when she and Natasha, who were sharing a room, sat next to him.

She had on a green dress, the color of sage, that made her tan, summer skin literally glow. It was short, maybe a little too short for a wedding (not that Peter cared), with thin straps and a very, very low back that showed off the curve of her spine. Her hair was as wild as ever, cascading down her back. He had to force himself to look away from her, she was so radiant.

Tony watches Peter watch his daughter. The young man hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off her, and literally every single person talking to him noticed. Tony wanted to be annoyed, but the protectiveness, the softness in Peter’s eyes was something he’d never seen before, at least not with any of the girls Tony had met.

Tony sighed, figuring he’d cross that bridge when he came to it. The music slowly changes from dance music, to the oldies and Bing Crosby blasts over the speakers. Natasha quickly grabs Peter, “We’re dancing, маленький паук,” She says, using the nickname she gave him when he was still in high school.

Peter laughs, shrugging at Tony, before following her to the dance floor. Jo eyes follow them, soft smile playing on her lips. Peter looked so good in a suit, and she was just the right tipsy that everything had her smiling. She’s pulled from her thoughts when someone next to her clearing their throat.

Bucky Barnes stands in front of her, right hand extended, “Let me show you how to dance properly.” He smiles at her. “To good music.” He winks.

Jo smiles at him and takes his hand. While she was always nervous about Sam saying something about her’s and Peter’s secret relationship, she knew she could trust Bucky to keep it a secret.

“I really like Bing Crosby, you know. But I think you’d like 60s music better.” She tells him truthfully. “I’ll make a playlist.”

Bucky smiles at her. They find themselves on the dance floor with Peter and Natasha and Steve and Wanda. Steve and Bucky try to teach the girls how to dance the right way, as Steve explained. Bucky twirls Jo, her hair flying around her face, laughing, before she stumbles right into Peter.

“Oof,” She grunts, hitting his solid chest, Peter steadies her, letting one hand rest on her hip just a little too long.

The song switches to a slow song and Jo goes to pull away, but Peter looks over her head at Bucky and says, “I’m gonna steal your partner,” before turning to Jo, who is about to open her mouth in protest when he rolls his eyes, “Don’t make it weird, ok? No one’s paying attention. I just want to dance with you.”

One of Peter’s hands find Jo’s waist, and the other grabs her left hand, pulling her close, but not too close. She rests her free arm over his shoulder, around his neck. He smells like whiskey and honey and the cigar he smoked with Tony.

“Have I told you how great you look tonight?” Peter asks her, eyes boring into hers.

Jo blushes, “You like the dress? I wasn’t sure if it was exactly wedding appropriate….”

“You look so fucking good, Jo.” Peter laughs airily, ghosting his hand down her spine. Jo tries not to shiver. Peter looks around, making sure no one is watching them.

Jo almost moans out loud when his teeth scrape her ear. She pulls back and smacks him in the chest lightly, “You’re drunk.” Jo giggles, cheeks rosy.

“Baby,” He looks at her, “Your legs in that dress are doing things to me, I’m sorry I can’t help it. And besides, you’re drunk too.”

Jo giggles again, taking note of how much she liked it when he called her baby. The song dies down and she and Peter make their way off the dance floor to one of the empty tables surrounding the area. Jo kicks off her heels and rests her feet at one of the empty chairs. Peter takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over Jo’s shoulders before making his way back over to the bar.

Jo follows him with her eyes, barely noticing someone sit next to her. “Hey, kid.” Tony says, sitting down next to her with a bottle of whiskey and a cigar.

“Tony! I’ve looking for you since I got here!” Jo laughs, grabbing the cigar from him.

“That can’t be good for a singer.” Tony says, and Jo rolls her eyes. “You know, as your father I should probably be telling you that you cannot, under any circumstances, smoke or drink until you are of legal age.”

“But?”

“But, it seems like that ship had sailed. Are you having fun?” Tony laughs, taking a swig of whiskey. Jo doesn’t miss the way his eyes cut to where Peter is standing at the bar.

“It’s beautiful here.” Jo tells him truthfully, “And everyone is drunk and happy. I love it.”

Tony’s hand finds her shoulder, forcing her to look at him, “I’m glad you’re doing better.” He tells her. Jo covers his hand with hers.

“Cause of you.” She tells him, eyes clear and boring into his. There will always be a lot more to say, but for now this is enough for both of them.

“Jo!” Peter interrupts, sauntering into view, “I got you a whiskey sour, ‘cause they’re out of oranges and old fashioneds without oranges are gross I guess. Well, that’s what the bartender said. I think they’re gross all the time.”

“Because you have the pallet of a 13 year old.” Jo rolls her eyes.

They laugh and keep drinking, until soon the whole table is full and Natasha has a tray of tequila shots and everyone is laughing because Steve can’t keep a straight face drinking it. Things get a bit blurry for Jo after that, but she remembers Sam and Bucky bringing out a cake sometime after midnight and everyone singing happy birthday and blowing out candles and being really happy.

It’s nearly 3am and Peter and Jo and a few others are keeping the party going. Peter can tell that Jo’s getting tired by the way her eyes flutter and her body sags into his. He pulls her closer to him, arm around her shoulders, not really caring who sees. Tony had gone back to the city hours ago and Peter was too drunk to care about the looks that Natasha was giving them.

Peter watches Jo pull his jacket tighter around her body and laugh at something Sam said. Peter leans down to whisper in her ear, “Good birthday so far?” He asks, wondering if she’ll remember in the morning

Jo looks up at him with starry eyes, “So good.” She tells him, leaning her head into his chest. “I’m really tired.”

Peter hums, taking a sip of his drink and slipping his arm around her. Jo closes her eyes and lets the vibrations from his voice and the steady beat of his heart lull her to sleep.

Jo is startled awake not long after by Peter pulling her into his arms and lifting her easily off the bench and grabbing her shoes, “I can walk.” She tells him, but despite her words she nuzzles her face further into his neck.

Peter just laughs and continues walking towards the inn. When he finally makes it to his room he sets her down gently. Jo sways a little in front of him. He puts his hands on her shoulders to steady her and she looks at him with complete adoration.

“Peter,” She whispers, reaching a hand up to touch his cheek.

Peter leans into her touch, smiling down at the drunk girl in front of him, “Jo.” He whispers back.

Joanna doesn’t say anything, just moves to wrap both arms around his neck before standing on her toes and pressing her lips to his. The kiss deepens quickly and Peter’s hands are roaming her back, down her arms, sliding up her waist to cup one of her breasts. Jo palms the front of Peter’s dress pants and feels him start to harden under her touch.

Peter pulls her down to the bed and kisses down her neck and Jo tries to make quick work of his belt. Her usually deft fingers fumble with the belt buckle and she huffs in annoyance, looking up at Peter. “Help.”

Peter notices the glassiness in her eyes and her slow words, “Baby-”

“Love it when you call me that,” Jo interrupts, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth.

“You’re drunk.” He says around her mouth.

“Want you.” She tells him, still kissing his face.

“Jo!” Peter puts both hands on her shoulders, “I’m not doing anything with you that you won’t remember.” He presses a kiss to her temple. “Let’s go to sleep, it’s almost four in the morning. I think you had one too many tequila shots.”

“I only had one!” Jo retorts.

“Exactly.”

“Fine,” She huffs, stumbling a little when she stands. With a smile, Peter rolls his eyes and stands to follow her. She walks around for a moment before turning to look at him, “Can’t find my bag.”

“We’re in my room. Your bag is in your room.” Peter explains, wrapping an arm around her waist from behind. She leans her head back against his chest with a pout.

“Can we go to my room and get it?” She asks.

“I mean we could,” Peter smiles at her, “But I think Bucky and Natasha would be a little annoyed if we interrupted them.”

“Bucky and Nat?!” Jo exclaims. Peter nods. “At least Nat’s boyfriend wants to fool around with her.”

Peter rolls his eyes at her, deliberately ignoring the word boyfriend. “Nat can hold her liquor.” He retorts. But then he pulls her close, “And just so you know, I always want you.”

Peter slowly helps Jo undress, dress pooling at the floor around her feet, leaving her in front of him in nothing but a tiny pair of black panties. He scrubs his hand over his face, wanting to throw his Not-Sleeping-With-Wasted-Girls policy out the window. But he shakes his head and quickly unbuttons his shirt and helps Jo into it.

Peter tucks some hair behind her ear and looks down at her. Even drunk and messy and stumbling she’s still perfect. He pulls her close, just needing to touch her.

“Dance with me?” She asks Peter, eyes wide.

Peter almost melts at the sound of her voice, “There’s no music.” And then Jo is out of his grasp and her phone is playing Sinatra and she’s grabbing his hands again.

They’re quiet for a few moments, swaying off-beat to the music. Eventually Jo speaks, “None of the other guys ever wanted to dance with me.” She says so softly that Peter almost missed it. Not sure what she’s trying to say, he waits for Jo to go on. “They wanted my body, most of the time. Or they liked how many followers I have on Instagram. They didn’t know that I like to dance to Sinatra when I’m drunk.” Her voice shakes.

“I would do anything you asked me.” Peter tells her truthfully. “I could do this forever.”

“You’ll like me even when I’m making you dance with me at four in the morning?” She asks, not able to look him in the eye. The implication behind her words is obvious to him. “What happens when I’m not shiny and new anymore?”

Peter suddenly feels so angry at whoever made her believe that she was only worth wanting for the fame, the celebrity. Or just to say they’ve slept with Joanna Taylor. He has to make an effort to keep his hands from shaking. He’s pretty sure that in this moment he could kill anyone who made her feel less.

“Joanna,” Peter breathes, “I’ll always like you. I’ll always want you. Okay?”

Jo is quiet for a moment, searching his eyes, trying to decide if she’ll believe him. She nods.

“Use your words, baby.” Peter looks down at her. “I need to know you understand I’m not going to hurt you.”

Reaching up to touch his face, Jo nods again, “I know.” She whispers.

For Peter, it’s enough. He presses a soft kiss to her mouth before he says, “Let’s go to bed.”

They crawl into bed, Jo’s body curling into Peters, her back to his chest. He wraps an arm around her middle and pulls her as close as he can, fingers splayed over her abdomen, one of his legs between hers. He buries his face in the space between her shoulder and neck, breathing her in deeply.

Peter thinks Jo’s asleep already, until he hears her voice, “Hey Peter?”

“Hmm?”

“Just so you know, I’ll always want you too.” She says, so low, that if it wasn’t for his enhanced hearing he wouldn’t even have heard.

“Okay,” He whispers back, breath tickling Jo’s ear. He doesn’t tell her how badly he needed to hear her say that, just pulls her closer and lets the sound of her steady breathing lull him to sleep.

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Jo’s hands are shaking. Peter watches her clench them into fists to quell the tremors and almost gives in and pulls her to him and tells her everything is fine. Almost.

But, he’s fucking livid at her right now, so he doesn’t.

It had been nearly two months since Maria’s wedding. Something shifted between the two of them that night, they stopped dancing around their feelings and realized that their relationship was something serious. As serious as a couple of teenagers could be.

They even told Tony, who was shockingly cool about the whole thing, but still liked to give Peter a hard time about. In the nearly 6 months it’s been since they met, Peter had fallen absolutely head over heels for Jo, and she wasn’t far behind him.

But this was their first fight. Like actual Screaming-Across-The-Apartment fight. They had bickered before, but nothing like this.

It started when Jo opened the freezer for some ice and a large candle fell from the top, clipping her on the shoulder before shattering at her feet. She had just gotten back from a whirlwind week in Los Angeles a few days ago, and Peter had been so busy with work they’d barely gotten to talk.

“Oh shit, baby, are you okay?” Peter asked from his place on the couch.

“Did you put this there?” She hisses at him.

“Yeah, I-” Peter starts, but Jo cuts him off.

“Did you ever maybe think that maybe that would be a stupid place to put it?” She snaps, voice raised.

“I was cleaning up the mess you left out here last night. I forgot I put it there. What the fuck’s your problem today?” He asks, walking towards the kitchen

“Well I didn’t fucking ask you to do that.”

“I was just trying to help, jesus. You don’t have to be such a bitch about it.” Peter retorts.

“Whatever.” Jo snorts, trying to brush past him to her bedroom, but Peter steps in front of her.

“No.” He crosses his arms in front of her, “You’ve been acting like this since you got back from LA. What’s up?”

“Maybe I’m just a bitch.” She sneers at him.

Peter scrubs a hand over his face, trying not to raise his voice, knowing how easily it could escalate, “Jo…” He warns.

“What?!” She explodes, “You’ve barely fucking looked at me since I got back! You didn’t answer any of my texts or calls while I was gone, and now you’re gonna act all pissy because of this? Get out of my way.” She shoves past him, shoulder hitting his.

“Sorry I’m busy!” He yells after her, grabbing her arm, “Don’t fucking walk away, it’s immature. Not what you do when you’re in a fight.”

“Don’t patronize me.” She spits, “And you didn’t seem busy when you were out in the Village this weekend.”

“You’re kidding. This is what you’re mad about? I really don’t have the time for this.” Now it’s Peter’s turn to walk away.

“No. I’m not kidding. It felt pretty shitty when I tried to get ahold of you all day Saturday and heard nothing and then I woke up the next day and you’re on my fucking Instagram discover page and you’re at some club with pretty girls hanging all over you. That sucked.” Now Jo’s yelling and her hands are shaking and she feels like she’s about to cry.

“Jo, that’s ridiculous. Some friends dragged me out. Sorry I didn’t know you needed to be made aware of my every move.” He says condescendingly, “I’ll send you my schedule.”

“Fuck you.” Jo turns on her heel away from him.

“Jo-” He says, exasperated.

“No!” Jo yells, whipping around to look at him. “Don’t tell me my feelings are ridiculous. Even if you didn’t mean to, what you did hurt me and you don’t give a fuck.” Tears spill down her cheeks. “I can’t do this right now. I’m leaving.” She says through her teeth.

At that moment the elevator door pings and Steve Rogers comes striding out, shit-eating grin on his face, “Hey, guys, so Bucky and I have this bet-” He’s cut off by Jo all but barreling through him to the elevator.

“Joanna!” Peter calls after her.

“Don’t fucking follow me!” She yells back, jamming her finger into the button that will take her to the residence exit on 45th Street.

Steve looks at Peter, eyes wide, “You gonna go after her?”

Peter snorts, trying very hard not to direct his anger at Steve, “Not sure that’s the best idea.”

“Look- I’m not sure what that was about, but take some advice from an old man. She wants you to follow her.” Steve tells him.

Peter blows some air out through his nose, “Not now, Steve, please.”

“Alright kid, let me know-” The shrill ringing of Steve’s own phone cuts him off. He accepts the call and presses the device to his ear, “Rogers.”

Peter knits his brows when a look of concern crosses Steve’s face, “I’m with Parker, we’ll be right there.”

“What is it?” Peter asks.

“Situation in one of the labs. We gotta go.” With that, Peter pushes all thoughts of Jo and their fight out of his mind and follows Steve out of her apartment.

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Across town, Jo sits in Jungle City by herself, still stewing in anger. She knew it couldn’t possibly be healthy for her to be dwelling on their fight like this, but Peter was a dick this morning and she was already in a bad mood, so why not?

She’s busy feeling bad for herself when the door to the studio she’s in flies open and slams against the wall.

Jo sits up, eyes wide, “What the fuck?!”

Sam Wilson looks down at her, “We have a problem.” He tells her. “Get your stuff, let’s go.”

Jo’s heart drops to her stomach, “What is it?” She asks.

“Why haven’t you answered your phone?” Sam demands, already walking out the door.

Jo runs to catch up with him, “What? I turned it off, me and Peter got in a fight… Sam, what’s going on?”

Sam doesn’t say anything, just strides quickly out the front door of the studio. When they’re both in the large black SUV, Sam shifts to drive and peels away from the sidewalk. “Sam,” She sounds so small, “What is it, is it Tony…”

“Turn on your phone, Jo. We’ll tell you more when we get back to the tower.”

She turns on her phone and is immediately greeted by about 50 missed calls from Tony, Steve, and Nat. She also has a myriad of texts from them asking where she is and that she needs to get to the tower. “Sam…” Jo trails off.

“There’s a hostage situation in one of the labs.” Sam doesn’t take his eyes off the road as he swerves through the traffic, “An old employee with a grudge brought a gun.”

“Is everyone okay?” Panic creeps through Jo’s body.

“Jo, we had to send Peter in. He’s the only one that could get in through the vents undetected.” They pull up to the garage. “He’s okay right now. But he was shot in the shoulder. He’s still trying to talk this guy down.”

“He’s okay?! He’s not okay, he was shot!” Joanna is frantic. All she can think about is the last thing she said to him. Fuck you… don’t follow me. Her vision is blurry and she feels nauseous, but she follows Sam to the elevator that will take them

“Hey, hey, hey, try to calm down okay? We’re going to handle this.” Sam puts an arm around the girl and leads her to Tony’s office, which has become a makeshift war room.

“Tony!” She pulls away from Sam as soon as she sees him, “What’s going on?” All the TV’s and other devices are streaming a live feed from the security cameras of the lab that’s on lockdown. “Why aren’t you going in to help him?!” She demands.

“Jo, this is a delicate situation. There’s civilians down there.” Natasha approaches Jo like she’s a wounded animal. “Peter’s gonna be fine.” But she looks worried herself.

Jo focuses on one of the screens in front of her. She sees a man standing directly in the middle of the lab flailing a large gun around. Directly in front of him is Peter, in his Spider-Man suit, hands up in a non-threatening manner. There’s a group of about 10 people who Jo assumes are lab employees.

“Why?” Is all Jo can ask.

“We don’t- we’re not sure. Eric Sittman. He’s unstable. Used to be a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, desk jockey, but based on his file it looks like he wanted to be a field agent. Failed the evaluation three times.” Tony doesn’t look away from the screen.

Jo isn’t 100% sure about what he’s saying, but she gets the jist. “Oh my god.” She whispers. “What’s he saying? Can I hear?”

“We just have him on comms. He’s trying to diffuse the situation, make Eric trust him. We’re giving him a few more minutes before we escalate.” Steve tells Jo, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“But if you do that, he’ll kill those people.” Jo says dumbly.

“We’re starting to think he might do it anyway.” Tony sighs.

On the screen, Peter pulls off his mask, revealing his face to the man. His hands are still up, and he’s speaking frantically. She can tell he’s trying his best to remain calm, to distract Eric from the hostages.

“We just lost comms.” Tony groans, frusturated, shoving some papers off his desk. Jo flinches when they hit the ground. “We have to go in there.”

“Give him a minute, he can handle it.” Steve looks at Tony.

“He’s 19!” Tony yells.

“He’s an Avenger!” Steve yells back. “He can handle it.”

Jo, feeling nauseous, sits in the closest chair she can find, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes for a moment before she looks back to the screens. Peter looks pale and his hair is damp with sweat. There’s a growing red stain on his right shoulder from the bullet wound.

“Look.” Steve gestures.

Although they can’t hear, it’s easy to see the demeanor of the gunman change slowly. The gun remains in his hands, but drops to his side. His shoulders sag and his head drops. Peter holds his right arm gingerly at his side, and takes a step toward Eric, left arm extended. She’s sure Peter’s asking Eric to hand him the gun.

Jo lets out a breath. She finally feels like it might almost be over. She’s not sure if she’s been sitting in the room for 15 minutes or 15 years. Everyone in Tony’s office holds their breath as Peter slowly walks towards the gunman.

Then, suddenly, with no warning at all, Eric is tense, waving the gun around with his right hand. Peter jumps back instinctually, and she sees the desperate look on his face. She’s able to read his lips, please he’s begging Eric. Don’t. Eric is yelling, looking more and more strung up, backing into a corner like a caged animal.

Then, so quickly that if she’d blinked she would have missed it, she watched Eric lift the gun to his own temple and pull the trigger.

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franeridart · 6 years

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Hi! Idk if you read fanfic, but would you happen to have any kiribaku fic recs? Or any bnha fic rec?

I’m pretty sure there’s stuff tagged as fic recs on this blog, yes! Nothing particularly new tho, I haven’t had the time to put down a new rec-list in a while ;-;

Anon said:How long does it take you to finish a drawing with and without color?

That honestly depends on a lot of factors - which tools I’m using, how many characters there are in the drawing/if it’s full body or not, how used to drawing the character I am, how big is the canvas, if I already have a clear idea of what I mean to draw or not, how precise I want to be with lines and stuff.

That Yuuto sketch I posted yesterday took me about 40 minutes I think, and over half of it was spent trying to figure out how I was supposed to draw him since it was the first time I drew him - the tools I used are the ones I use when I want to be fast and don’t care about being sloppy. A small random Kirishima bust properly lined and colored could take me five minutes to sketch and line and as many to color on a good day, cause I’ve drawn him so many times by now I don’t even have to think to draw him. Deku, on the other hand, can take me an hour even just to sketch, I can’t seem to grasp how I’m supposed to draw him at all.

Sorry, it really depends on a lot of things, I can’t give a proper answer to this :(

Anon said:Ive been tryin to find ur art of sero carrying baku for like 20 minutes n i cant find it :(

Are you talking about this one? Or this one? There’s also this one I guess...? And maybe this one lol

Anon said:yoooo, hey man, that cat kiribaku thing ya got going on is some 👌👌👌👌👌

HECK THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Has anyone ever considered Hadmie. Hadou x Camie before?? It just seems like it'd be a cute ship to sail with, tbh. That just might be me tho.

I dunno if anyone has before you, but I can’t say I have, sorry! If I gotta ship Nejire with someone after all it’s gonna be Yuyu haha

Anon said:Hey do you do commissions? I really love your art and I'd love to get a commission from you!! (and also I just wanna know if there's yet another thing that I have to save up for XD)

Not right now, sorry! Maybe after I’m done with the zine things!!

Anon said:*runs around like an excited puppy* DAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVE!!!!!!! :D

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

Anon said:AHHH i love your ocs so much also Nico looks so cute and i love learning new things about them

AAAHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY G O D!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:KIRI + PINEAPPLE PONYTAIL = THE BEST THING EVER

I’M GLAD WE AGREE ON THAT

Anon said:your oc's literally kill me!! i already love nico, and i think i speak for everyone when i say that we definitely want more of him and luca!! i don't know if it's just me, but I love when the angry, swearing types fall for someone.

SOB thank you so so much for the kind words about my kids ;^;

Anon said:OH MY GOD LUCA IS BACK!!!! YESSSSSSSS FUCKING KILL ME THIS IS A BLESSED DAY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. MORE OF YOUR OC'S!!! (only when you want to share of course, I'm just trying to convey my enthusiasm here. not demanding at all ^^)

I think that might happen soon enough, actually!!!! Thank you so much for the interest in them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Are josh and chris still not dating?

Sadly until I’ll sit down to write their story that specific part of it won’t go anywhere :( Chris gotta deal with a bunch of things before he’ll be ready to put a name to what’s between him and Josh 3 one day I’ll let him work through it !!!

Anon said:I'm so paranoid I'm going to repost one of your post by accident but the thing is is I never even repost anything at all but just because I know you don't want them to be I'm so scared that by accident I'm going to have something screenshotted and forget it's yours and like Ugh😂

Well, my name’s written on all my drawing so I doubt you’ll forget it’s my stuff lol to make sure you’re not reposting anything the author doesn’t want reposted you can always just ask before reposting it, tho~

Anon said:I was just scrolling through your OC stuff and I just. Love them so much. Thank you for the babies ❤

GOD THANK YOU ;O;

Anon said:Okay I've never seen your oc's before and Dave is the cutest green boy I love him

AAAAHHHHHH I’M GLAD!!!!!

Anon said:kamijirou getting together? :3 also if there were ever a scenario where jirou would confess first, what do you think she would be thinking?

I actually have half a thing planned for that :0 gimme a while to get around to drawing it!

Anon said:How do you feel imagine kiri’s parents???

Actually since I’m still hoping one day Hori will give us the official versions I try not to think too much about it! I don’t wanna grow attached just to have to give them up once I’ll have the canon versions haha

Anon said:hey quick innocent question ive been following for a long time and saw a lot of your art do you have a thing for feet

Are you asking because I draw a lot of people barefoot? Feet are just easier and faster to draw than shoes, anon

Anon said:I love how you answer asks all at once. It’s nice to see that you’re getting in bulk appreciation

THANKS I honestly just don’t want my blog to be more asks than art, so I let them pile up before answering - it does mean I make people wait a lot for answers tho orz sorry

Anon said:I LOVE YOUR ART

THANK YOU!!!!

Anon said:You've open a sea of possibilities with red pineapple kirishima. You're a legend :prayeremoji:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wouldn’t call myself that but I’m glad you appreciate him too hahaha

Anon said:i cant help but notice nothings been added to your sero tag in 4 months

That might be because I rarely use single characters tags! Try looking under #bakusquad and #seromina :D

Anon said:Hahaaa hi this is probably really really awkward but I just wanted you to let you know that you're super awesome!! And the fact that your art is something that I can look forward to is absolutely amazing (no pressure tho)!!! So yea, thank you for being cool and creating beautiful art~~ :D ✧✧✧

SOB it’s not awkward at all!!!! thank you SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Would you mind adding some more Tokoyami art to your shop? More specifically the pieces where hes hanging out with Kiri, and the Tokoshoji piece :D Im desperate to bury my notebooks in stickers from your shop rn and the bird boy needs more love ❤

AHW I’m sorry anon, but those are definitely too small to be of any use on the shop ;-; if you’re okay with it I could add the last one I posted? I should seriously draw more of him..................

Anon said:That jacket that Kirishima has on...I NEED!

I drew it and that’s still a mood t b h

Anon said:I went so far back in your blog that it kicked me back to the beginning ;-; I was just getting to the D. Greyman stuff too

AW ;-; (..........it’s good tho, the further you go the least worth it my stuff is l m a o)

Anon said:Do you ever draw kiribaku or something else in paper or some kind of sketch book if you do i would love to see them❤(sorry if my english is bad)

I do have some doodles on paper posted on here somewhere? But tbh I rarely draw traditionally anymore unless it’s just random doodles :(

Anon said:Aahhh!!! I really love your kiribaku shit its so cute!!and you draw so goood too literally when i found this ship i instantly found you and you are so perfect in my eyes and your art!!!!! I looooooovvvvvvveeeeee yoooouuuuuu thank you for being here and showing us this stuff!!❤❤❤❤

HECK thank you!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:i adore your art so much and your bakushima comics make me smile a lot! :) you’re one of my favorite artists now dldksjshskdk

tHANK YOU OH MY G OD ;^;

Anon said:Consider this: fantasy Kirishima meeting normal bakugou, thinking that's his Katsuki 😂😂

.........................you literally got no clue how long I’ve been thinkin about drawing this............ he ck

Anon said:Your drawings give me life 😍❤️

sob thank you so so so much ;-;

#fran answers #in other news ive drawn more seros carrying bakugous than i expected #HM #anonymous

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54fangirl · 6 years

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Will You Love The Real Me?

Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested: Yes! - Idk if your taking requests or not but i love your series im here now and i wanted to know if you’d take this? Could you do one where SP is dating a closted reader (bi or pan) and she’s like affriad to tell him or somthing. Thx

Summary: Sweet Pea and Y/N broke up because she was keeping secrets, but no one could figure out what they were. Well until Toni convinces Fangs to go with her to a club in Greendale.

Pairings: Sweet Pea x Female!Bisexual!Reader

Words: 2,387

Warnings: swearing, homophobia/biphobia, hints at being closeted, mentions of gay conversion, underage(?), angst (?), a French word (?) (It means Please)

A/N: First off, this is my first request! But like lowkey, it’s 3:30AM, I just got inspired out of the blue and wrote this. Fuck knows why. I hope this is what you were looking for my dude, this is what I got.

Edit: I’m rereading this and it’s so extra omfg, but like also not really based on Riverdale standards...

[Y/N] - Your name

[Y/L/N] - Your last name

[Y/N/N] - Your nickname

Disclaimers: I own nothing but the plot and the OC’s / Not my Gif, credits to the owner

“This is depressing,” Toni said as she assessed her friends pouting at her bar.

Fangs had just been dumped by some guy he didn’t want any of them to know about and Sweet Pea had just broken up with his girlfriend.

Neither Fangs nor Toni were really close with her, but they both knew Sweet Pea thought she was going to stick.

“Yeah well you still have miss ‘Bombshell’, so you have no room to talk Topaz,” Sweet Pea grumbled as he pushed off the bar and headed for the pool table.

“Do you even know what happened? I thought things were good between the two of them?” She whispered at Fangs.

“Not really, he said something about her keeping secrets but that could just be him being paranoid.”

Toni sighed, watching as her friend sat face down on the bar.

“Alright well I can’t do anything about him but you’re coming out with me and Cheryl this weekend.”

“And just why would I do that?” Fangs asked, rolling his head to the side.

“Because I know you have a fake and Cheryl happens to know of a fun club we can hit up in Greendale.”

“And why aren’t we bringing Pea?”

“Not really his scene...” She edged around the meaning, not wanting to say anything too loud.

Fangs got the real meaning though.

“Yeah, fine I guess.”

XXX

Fangs could feel the bass from inside the club pumping as they waited in line.

“You’re sure we won’t see anyone we know?” He asked, not wanting to see anyone from Riverdale.

Toni nodded her head as her girlfriend talked to the bouncer, “I swear. We’re clear on the other side of Greendale.”

They passed by the bouncer fairly easy, all of them looking the part and all being really attractive.

Fangs spent the first bit chilling against the wall, watching Toni dance with a few other people, Cheryl has disappeared to the bar. He sipped his drink as the lights flashed in his eyes and he felt the beat in his chest.

One girl caught his attention seeing as she was sandwiched between two other girls and was heavily grinding on them as she laughed and had an all-around good time.

He smiled, maybe this place could be fun.

Then he saw her face and his own went pale and he ran to pull Toni off the girl she was with.

“What?! I like this song!” She grumbled loudly over the music.

“You said we wouldn’t know anyone here!”

“We don’t!”

“Really?!” He pointed directly at the girl he was just looking at.

Toni’s eyes bug out.

“[Y/N]...”

They watched her move and grind, singing along with the song before she spotted them, her skin draining of all it’s color.

She pushed off the girls and hurried across the floor, fast, rushing out the door.

“Did Pea know?” Toni wonders.

“I don’t think so...”

XXX

[Y/N] sat in her car where it was parked in a random lot.

She wanted to cry.

She did cry.

This club was her only safe place. The only place she could be herself. The only place that Riverdale wasn’t.

She could never face any of them again. The two would tell Sweet Pea the first chance they got, she was sure.

Her parents would find out and ship her off again.

XXX

“What do you mean?! Bisexual?!”

“Mom, I-”

“Do not speak to your mother!” Her father had yelled. “I will not have this...this nonsense in my house.”

“What are you talking about-?”

“Shut up!” Her father slapped her across the face.

“I don’t know who you are, but you’re not my daughter.”

“Yes I am, I’m still me!” [Y/N] pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks

“No, you’re not. You’re somebody else. Somebody, I don’t recognize. You’re nothing but a worthless sinner.” Her father spoke at her with a look of disgust on his face, her mother staring at the floor.

“I can’t help it...” She cried quietly, fallen to the floor.

The two left the room and didn’t speak to her.

They didn’t say a word the next morning as she was taken forcefully by two large men.

They stayed silent as she was pricked with the needle and sedated.

They only nodded when a Sister told them she’d be in good hands and fix their daughter.

“She’ll be cured in no time, you caught it early.” She’d reassured them as [Y/N]’s mother cried.

“You do whatever you need, as long as that...thing doesn’t come back into my house.”

“Of course not, Mr. [Y/L/N].”

XXX

“I still don’t understand what happened,” Cheryl spoke and she got ready for bed.

“I told you, we saw someone we knew and Fangs just wasn’t feeling it. Not in the clubbing mood.”

“Well, who’d you see?” She pushed.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Why can’t I know? I’m not going to tell anyone, I mean, not if you don’t want me to.”

Toni sighed and face planted into a pillow before coming up for air and sighing again, “Fine. But you can’t tell anyone, not even Sweet Pea.”

Cheryl raised her left hand and put her right one on her chest, above her heart, “I swear on Nana Rose’s life.”

Toni rolled her eyes a little, her girlfriend was a drama queen, to say the least.

“Sweet Pea’s ex. [Y/N] [Y/L/N].”

Cheryl didn’t say anything and had turned away so Toni couldn’t see her reaction.

“Huh. Wouldn’t have thought she swung that way. Although her being on the softball team through junior high and freshmen year might’ve been a clue.”

Toni snorted, “Yeah I guess.”

XXX

[Y/N] stood at her locker, hugging her books close to her.

“[Y/N]. Lovely to see you, a word s'il vous plaît,” Cheryl slid up next to her.

The girl gave a little nod and began to follow the redhead to the girl's bathroom, passing the trio of serpents and watching them watch her and Cheryl.

She connected eyes with Sweet Pea and remembered when things had started between the two.

XXX

She had been back for two weeks when she met him.

She’d found walking around distracted her from her troubling thoughts.

She’d somehow made it to the southside.

“I think you’re a little lost there, Princess.” He’d spoke, his voice deep and gravely.

Masculine, She thought.

They kept running into each other the next week before he asked her out for real. It was another two weeks before she told her parents.

“I’m dating someone,” they looked up, concerned. “A boy.”

Smiles spread across their faces.

“That’s great sweetheart, I’m so proud of you.” He mother spoke, but she could hear the undertone of what her mother was thinking ‘Thank god it’s not a girl. My little girl is normal again.’

“When do we get to meet him?” Her father asked, ruffling the newspaper in his hands.

[Y/N] rung her hands together, “I don’t know, he’s...from the southside...”

She prepared for the backlash but her father only laughed.

“I don’t care where he’s from as long as he makes you happy.” She heard the same undertone from her father as he emphasized the ‘proper pronouns’.

XXX

As the two girls entered the bathroom Cheryl glared at the other girls occupying the room.

“Go. Leave. Get out.”

The others ran out as fast as they could. As soon as she was sure they were alone, the ginger girl went off.

“Are you okay? Did anyone know you went last night? Did you see anyone you knew or who knew you?” Cheryl questioned.

The two’s times at The Sisters of Quiet Mercy had overlapped, [Y/N] having been there much longer than Cheryl. They had a strange bond, but it was a bond nonetheless.

“I saw Toni and Fangs,” [Y/N] spoke quietly, used to speaking softly when she felt like she was being berated.

“Hey, speak up. I gave you the name of that club for a reason. You stand tall and be proud,” Cheryl ordered.

“I don’t know...”

“Stand Tall. Be proud.”

[Y/N] stood up straight and looked a little less nervous.

“That’s my girl,” Cheryl praised. “Did he know?”

[Y/N] slouched a little and shook her head, talking about him made her sad.

She really did like him, she just couldn’t talk about what happened with him.

She got squirely around Toni, in fear of Cheryl having told her. She avoided questions. She avoided bringing him over to meet her parents. She dodged the pointed statements and left at any suggestive comments. It was too much for him. He’d assumed she just didn’t like his friends or being around the serpents as a whole and broke up with her because of that.

Oh if only he knew the truth, She thought

“Tell him.”

Cheryl’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

“What?!” She hissed incredulously.

“He won’t think of you any different, he certainly won’t tell anyone, and he won’t be angry. Well, he might want to kill your parents, but that’s if I don’t get there first.”

“Cheryl...”

“Tell him, [Y/N]. You’ll feel better, I promise.”

“Cheryl he doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“Make him listen.”

XXX

“Sweet Pea...” [Y/N] hesitated quietly in front of his desk. He looked up at her, but a movement from behind him caught her eye. Cheryl sat a few rows back, mouthing and motioning their little motto.

“Stand tall and be proud.”

“What, [Y/N]?”

“Can we talk?”

“I don’t really-”

Cheryl's words rung through her ears, “Make him listen.”

She stood straight up and interrupted him, “We need to talk.”

He sighed, “Alright fine.”

“After school,” She continued on with authority. He nodded.

As soon as they agreed to meet by his bike she wandered off behind him and slumped next to Cheryl.

“That was exhausting.”

“I, for one, am proud. I’ve never seen that from you.”

“Yeah, there’s a reason for that...”

“Oh hush, just live in the moment [Y/N/N].”

XXX

She walked out and found him standing against his bike.

Once he spotted her, he moved.

“Let’s get this over with.”

They drove down to Sweetwater River where the two sat next to the water. Staying quiet for a good five minutes.

“I thought you wanted to talk”

“I’m trying!” she exploded, feeling pressured as is.

It shocked Sweet Pea but he found he liked it. It felt like she was being real for the first time.

He wanted more of it.

“Well try a little harder otherwise I’m out of here.”

She could feel her nerves igniting.

“Well maybe if you weren’t such a jerk I’d be more inclined to talk.”

Yes, this is what he wanted. Real raw emotions. She never got mad at him before, he loved it.

“Oh yeah? So I was a jerk the entire time we were together? Because you never talked to me then.”

She was already on edge, not really wanting to do this, and he wasn’t helping. She was getting angrier and losing control.

“Yeah, actually! You know what, you were. I couldn’t trust you with shit! I wanted to! But no! You were always off talking with your buddies, going on and on about some bullshit you heard from someone about something so pointless and meaningless that literally, no one gave a single fuck about it, not even you!”

Just as she exploded, the sky did the same, drenching them both in a matter of minutes.

He was astounded. No words.

She had never been like this before and it felt like that was a completely different person now, like she wasn’t his ex, but a whole new person that he was certain he could fall for.

“Trust me with what? Bullshit gossip about your little River Vixen friends? Thanks but I’ll pass,” He could help but antagonize her.

She groaned, “Ugh! God, I can’t believe you! I’m trying to tell you something-!”

“Then just spit it out-!”

“I’m Bisexual!” She yelled, matching the sound of the thunder above them.

He was taken aback by her confession, his face free of any anger or taunting but full of shock.

She sighed and buried her face in her hands, going on to explain everything. How her parents reacted, how she was sent away, what happened with The Sister’s, how her time overlapped with Cheryl’s, why she avoided everyone, just everything, all of it leading up to the moment Toni and Fangs caught her at the club.

They were both soaked to the bone. Sweet Pea grabbed her and carefully drove them back to his trailer.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked quietly after giving her a change of dry and warm clothes.

“I’m telling you now!” She was still angry, but he didn’t want that anymore.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I didn’t trust you before. I didn’t trust anyone,” She muttered, looking down at the sleeve she was playing with.

“Why now?”

“Because...”

“Just because?”

She huffed, “Look, Cheryl convinced me. Told me you weren’t going to shun me or get mad or tell my parents or something...” She trailed off towards the end.

“And you thought I would’ve before?” He was only a little hurt. They hadn’t actually been together long, but to him, three months felt like a really long time.

“No. Maybe. I don’t know. I didn’t think my parents were going to ship me off to gay conversion camp against my will, but shit happens.”

He chuckled.

“What?”

“Nothing, you just never swore before today. I like it. It feels real.”

[Y/N] smiled, maybe they still had a shot, maybe she didn’t blow it just yet

***

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aspirationfail · 7 years

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MARSHAL “ MARS” TAYLOR

Name: Marshal Taylor Alias’: Mars

Nickname: Mars, Idiot, Asshole, and… Daddy Age: 28 Gender: Male Species: Human

Social Class: High Class Birthdate: May 19, 1989 Time of birth: 2:00 pm Birthplace: Queens, New York

Zodiac

Sun: Gemini

Moon: Pisces

Rising: Virgo

Nationality: African-American Race: Black Occupation: Music Producer Language(s): English, Cajun-French, and a tad bit of Spanish Native tongue: English Religion: Christianity — Education: Master’s degree in Music Weapons/Offensive equipment: None Items/Defensive equipment/Misc: Wallet with a photo of Lei’s ultrasound, a few business cards, and a bunch of cards, headphones, phone, and usually a paper with some girls number written on it. Money/Amount of: -Funds (On person): $89 -Funds (In bank): Over 80k+ Transportation: — Blood type: AB Height: 6’1 Weight: 186 Eye Color: Light brown/Hazel-ish Hair: Buzzcut that’s dyed light pink. Skin: Dark caramel with a slight mix of mocha to it. Figure/build: Very in shape, has a very mainly build.

Voice: here — Distinguishing marks: -Tattoo(s): One face tattoos and about 10 tattoos on his body. -Scars: None -Piercings: Ears & Nipples -Clothing style: His sister, Jett, picks out his clothes so his style is kind of all over the place. It’s nice, though! — Currently lives: Venice, Los Angeles Living Arrangements: He stays in a nice sized penthouse; three bedrooms, 4.5 baths, rooftop access. A perfect living space for a modern-day playboy. Description of daily surroundings: Very quiet, clean area. Sometimes random girls coming over and staying over. — Hobbies: Writing music, singing, making beats for fun. Talents/Skills: Can sing extremely well, plays over 13 instruments, Strengths: Himself, his music, and Weaknesses: Leilani, his mother, cats. — Love interest(s): None. Sexual Orientation: Straight

Are they Sexually Active: …Too sexually active Love or Lust: Lust… love doesn’t sound too bad to him, though. — Left handed or right?: Both

What does their writing look like?:

Diet: Typical diet, he consumes what you’re normally supposed to eat. Virgin?: LMAOOOO Drinker?: Yea, only when he goes out though. Smoker?: ..weed. Drug user?: He used to do cocaine and LSD when he was with Marcy but got a bad trip once so he stopped doing both about three months later. Other addictions?: None Pet peeves: Nail bitters

Police/Criminal/Legal record: None Personal Hygiene: Super clean dude, he loves smelling good and looking clean. He kind of smells womanly because he uses bath bombs here and there + sometimes fruity soaps, lol. Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert

What does your OC choose to do about the, err, hair down there?: He trims it very low, but besides that… nothing. Can they hold their breath for a long time?: Only for a few seconds. 10 songs that are probably on their iPod:

1. Crew REMIX // GoldLink

2. Regulate // Warren G

3. Jus Lyke Compton // DJ Quik

4. A Lie // French Montana

5. Audi // Smokepurpp

6. Walk on Water // A$AP Mob

7. Liife // Desiiger

8. Sauce It Up // Lil Uzi Vert

9. ELEMENT. // Kendrick Lamar

10. Off the Wall // Michael Jackson — Basic description: Personality: Super flity/seducing, blunt but super sweet. Can be rude if it comes to his music, oddly chilled back. Likes: New music, nice beats, thick girls, being a dad. Dislikes: Cats, Toshi, lame rappers. Motivations: His family. Morals: always put in 100%. Fears/Phobias: Losing everyone Favourite quote: “Only you and God will have your back. Everything else is a blessing” Favourite food: Fried fish Favourite drink: Coke Favourite color: Burgundy Favourite song: Crew REMIX // GoldLink Favourite movie: Friday Favourite sport: Basketball Favourite book: The Autobiography of Gucci Mane Other favourites: Himself

Most used word or phrase: “Deadass” “iight” “baby” — Family: -Parents: Kianna Jones & Martin Taylor -Siblings: Marcella Taylor, Jett Taylor -Other close relatives: Artie Franco (cousin), Acel Jones (cousin) Friends: Jiro Adachi, Kalissa North, Leilani Roberts, Nika Romero Partner: None Offspring: Clover Taylor Enemies: Toshi Adachi Pet(s): None Describe their social circle, what is their role within it?: He plays a huge part in his social circle, he knows a bunch of famous music artist and has produced albums/songs for them. He’s also usually the life of the party so everyone invites him to their parties so more people will come. His social circle is huge, it has a lot of famous people, underground artists, and b-list celebrities. — History: [ok ps before you read i did not take my time with this and actually put effort. i got like 17 more char sheets to finish so im kinda just rushing everything,,,,,, sorry not sorry.] Early Childhood: Marshal’s childhood was very different from others. Since his parents weren’t together he spent most of his time going back and forth during breaks. He grew up in two different households, one being very religious and the other being very unsafe. He knew what it felt to be wealthy and poor at the same time and he experienced a lot of things he didn’t need to if he didn’t live with his mother. Being surrounded by gangs, drugs, and sex but also religion made him very confused on what was right and what was wrong. It was until he hit Seven he found a new love for music. It kept him busy and helped him not to think about his hectic life. His fathered adored how passionate Mars was when it came to music. So, whenever he came over to visit he would heavily invest in lessons and instruments. Once he hit 11 he met his now best-est friend, Leilani, she helped him throughout most of his life. Being the support, he needed and that one person to actually let him have fun as a kid. Adolescence: His teenage years were great. He had to stay with his father once his mother got caught up with the police. Life was pretty much heaven for him after that. His father made sure Mas got the life he really deserved. He tried to give him everything he could and constantly made sure he was okay. Papa Taylor would even pay for Leilani’s trips to New Orleans just so they can see each other again! At the age of 19, Mars and Leilani moved to California together after getting accepted to one of the colleges they applied for, being the start of a great life for both of them. Adulthood: He now lives a life many can only dream of. He adores his life and regrets nothing in his past because he knows it’s what brought him here. He’s now an extremely popular producer living in the Venice area of Los Angeles but working in the Hollywood area. He lives a life of luxury, mainly thanks to his father. He never had a dull moment and personally finds this one of the best eras of his life.

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notaluregag · 7 years

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random oc facts below.. read if u dare

im not dead!!!!!!!!

Estorra:

-hates effin reading but if she finds a good book, which is very very rare, she’ll read it over and over until she finds another

-goes to sleep late and wakes up at 3:00 pm...... always

-SORE LOSER. if she doesnt “win” at simple tasks she usually is grumpy, but it’s normally unnoticable. she lets others win because she wants em to be happy, yet she still will be grumpy.

-unironically would love fnaf if it existed in the toontown world... its, really, sad, but she honestly would enjoy it

-shoplifts almost everything she owns. sneaky

-fashionable.... erghfhg

Jay:

-shockingly, she hates reading even MORE than estorra. pure frickin HATE. she wont touch one even if its moderately interesting. estorra and jay grew up most of their lives together so they both never touched books unless forced to.

-went to private schools. privileged ass. didn’t even embrace the knowledge, often skipping class and climbing over fences to escape school. her excuse would be something along the lines of “im a kid, fella!” and then promptly running. she learned more as she grew up, and she’s glad she enjoyed her childhood.

-goes to sleep at 9:00 and wakes up at 6:00. she honestly just makes a feast for herself and gives estorra and cherry the leftovers when they wake up... they’re unaware of it...............

-only owns bland clothing????

-would like minecraft if it existed in the toontown world. she... she would like the concept of it.........

-”Everything Is A Social Construct” -jay

Cherry:

-monopoly master. who owns the most expensive properties? cherry.

-awful, awful, clothing choices. she literally looks outside and either over or underdresses. doesn’t understand fashion. she bases all her outfits on the weather.

-the kinda kid you’d find holding a rare-collectors edition of everything. EVERYTHING. my little pony to..... something not kid friendly. she likes collecting things to watch others be disappointed when they cant find the limited edition silver rainbow dash doll at target. evil.. she isn’t even vaguely interested in the things she collects.

-gets into memes very very late. will show you the troll face in 2017 and laugh. god. it hurts.

-grew up in daisy’s garden. her family wasn’t very classy, unlike everyone else in dg. they lived in apartments and had to move often, due to noise levels and overall uncleanliness. she was raised with 4 other siblings (vanilla, blueberry, mint, and cinnamon), 3 girls and 1 boy. they all went to the same public school and stayed outta trouble to try not to stress out their parents any more then they already were.......

-um... likes fidget spinners... im sorry bUT ITS TRUE. it entertains her since she isn’t into electronics as much as estorra and jay.

anyways if u read all the way down here THANKS!!!! content coming soon, i hope. see u guys around (-:

#toonblr #toontown #ttr #estorra #cherry #jay #toontown rewritten #ocs #my ocs

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Equilibrium is blowing my mind 😮😮😮 I never expected jungkook to suddenly turn into some possessive psycho jerk 😨😨 I really hope he gets his shit together. What the flying f*ck 😱😱😱 In fact It'd be cool if Jin suddenly showed up with food and The OC leaves that chaotic relationship for food 😂😂😂😂 EVRYONE WOULD PICK FOOD OVER RELATIONSHIPS. right ? Am i the only one lol *cries*

AHHHH THANK YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE FOR THEIR LOVELY ASKS!!! IT’S GOOD TO KNOW THAT PEOPLE CAN HAVE HEALTHY, NON-PROBLEMATIC REACTIONS TO GROSS, CONTROLLING MEN!

Anonymous said:Sorry for being late to the party lol, but I just read the new update of Equilibrium and I felt so fucking anxious and scared for the oc. I don't know how in the hell, some ppl find jungkook's actions hot when he is literally being psychotic and obsessive. Especially the part when he told her 'You'll regret it', he's basically threatening her there. It's obvious the whole relationship they have is toxic af and it only seems to be getting worse as time passes. Apart from that, have a nice day!

Anonymous said:OMG EQUILIBRIUM 11 Omg I still have goosebumps, like Jungkook was being so fucking possessive it scared the shit out of me. Even tho It was a shitty move for the oc to not attend his graduation, she still could had attended but that phone call... I don't want this to turn into some creepy murdering fanfic LOL. Ughhh Jungkook what is even going in your mind? I'll be looking forward to the next chapter! xx :)

Anonymous said:Dude, you did such a great job at writing o/c's anxiety in this chapter. I try not to be bias toward her, but it's really hard since the story us in her pov. I got seriously grossed out by JK, man. I was so uncomfortable with the whole morning ordeal. 😩 And his threat at the end?? I know it's a story, but I had my friend-instincts kick in and I just wanted to shake her and be like "PLEASE LEAVE THIS RN PLEASE" (1)

Anonymous said:(2) And I'm curious about how Jimin would react if he knew how JK was acting. He has this idea that JK is a perfect boy, but if only he knew...But, at the same time, they all have this distorted view of one another, huh? We see Jimin as Mr. Perfect cause that's how o/c sees him. I guess it goes into that whole "unreliable narrator" thing? I'm just writing what thoughts the chapter has provoked. I absolutely love how u pay attention to detail in this story!! Awesome job as usual, mane 😊🙆

Anonymous said:Jungkook needs to take a moment to realize how miserable and uncomfortable the OC is like my goodness. Things have gone waaaaaay downhill. Especially for the OC. Also Jungkook actions are just kind of creepy??? And just like so unhealthy. I know it can be really hard to get out of a relationship, and she still loves Jimin and all, but the OC needs to just get out of there.

Anonymous said:omg jk is becoming such a possessive creep like reading the last part gave me chills tbh. they all need to realize that this relationship is v toxic and dip out of it. i kind of expected this to become what it is from the beginning but you still added twists to it that caught me off guard, thanks for being a great writer lu

Anonymous said:oh man that last chapter. just really fucking scary.... i went back and reread the end of ch.10 to recap and it makes me wonder how far y/n's willing to go for what's "worth it" in exchange for her own personal well being. because fuck, what jungkook is exhibiting is extremely concerning. as always your writing is amazing! thank you for using your free time this way, i'm sorry people are being gross and rude. you don't deserve that kinda shit, lu :(

Anonymous said:I genuinely love how you describe the OC as a trapped bird, and seeing how Jungkook reacted to everything is actually causing me to fear for the OC's well-being. I just want her to exist the whole relationship and just hook up with sunshine, can do no wrong hobi instead of the possessive junglecock and the passive Jimin :/ just my thoughts. But you're an extremely talented writer and your PhD is more important than smutty fanfic, so take all the time you need

Anonymous said:Ok first of all what the hell at ppl asking u for quick updates cuz ive lived with phd students they literally have a never ending to do list and im so amazed at ur ability to find time to write unbelievable. U go girl. And 2ndly, the claustraphobia u mentioned that oc was feeling. That was so detailed and even i felt like i was in her place. And jk..uve characterized his possessiveness so well and i got so mad forgetting this was a fictional character i was ready to throw a chair

Anonymous said:eek jungkook is making the equilibrium relationship so unhealthy somebody punch him

Anonymous said:Jungkook makes me so uncomfortable and I can actually feel the claustrophobia that OC feels .-. Overall, really excited for the next parts and can't wait to reread to see if I can find more theories. Thanks for the new chapter!

Anonymous said:ch 11... HOLY FUCK SHE NEED TO GET OUT JK IS LOONEY!! you really know how to make a story really good dude. super excited for updates!! i'm really curious about jimin's thought process about all of this. you've given a really good insight on kook and oc but jimin is still a little hard for me to figure out, i assume that's coming soon? i feel for oc, i want to protect her and tell her she's stronger and smarter than all of this. she's worth more than all of this craziness!!! GIRL POWER!! lol

Anonymous said:Holy fucking shit everything is so messed up in equilibrium like !! I love it and at the same time i cry because of the way you describe the oc's feelings I SWEAR I CAN FEEL IT TOO HOW DO YOU DO THAT? I can feel everything, my heart is pounding so fast now. Im so into it and i just want her to run away from this toxic relationship and take care of herself first like i know she loves jimin to the core but she is more important my heart clenches at every exquisite word you writE THANK YOU SO MUCH

Anonymous said:The story is really great I love how original your writing is I don't even see the characters as Jm an jk Which allows me to see how disgusting they all let themselves be treated in the relationship, a lot of the times I feel like readers are blinded by the image of an idol it changes their perspective honestly even if it was just one person who was lying about loving the other it would still be just as horrible I'm really curious as to what's even going on and how you are going to continue it❤️

ahmie-cat said:I feel so sad for the oc in equilibrium. Jungkook don't own nobody! How dare he claim ownership on the oc! I will fight him any day! I'll fight for the oc's freedom rights. Lols, just kidding... But really all of the characters are so sad...

Anonymous said:Honestly in the earlier chapters i really liked Jungkook but now hes just scaring me. The way the OC reacts to all his actions is so relatable thats exaclty how I would feel in her situation. This is crazy I dont even know how this fic would end I love it so much

Anonymous said:I was the anon who recommended you watch wfkbj and I'm so glad you like it!! :) ALSO the latest chapter of equilibrium was so good oh my god;; it's just ramping up like tenfold and while I was reading it sometimes I just had to stop and take a breather bc of all the tension lol. Honestly I don't even know how the oc is dealing with jungkook rn bc his behavior would chill me to the very bone I would have to get out !!! Anyways as always thank you for updating

Anonymous said:ah goodness, it was autocorrect that changed jungkook to jongkook! maybe next time i'll just use jinglebook to refer to him instead thens ahahahah. "goodness gracious, jinglebook is hella possessive that i'm actually really scared for y/n :s"

Anonymous said:GIRL THANK YOU FOR UPDATING OMG IM SHAKING IN MY CHANKLAS JUNGKOOK IS SO DELUSIONAL AND I WISHED OC WOULDVE BEEN STRAIGHT UP WITH HIM AND LIKE IDK NOT MILK ON HIS CRAZYNESS IM JUST SO ANXIOUS TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT SORRY FOR TYPING IN CAPS

Anonymous said:So, uh. Equilibrium Jungkook is fucking terrifying....

Anonymous said:I hope the oc in equilibrium leaves the relationship. It's so unhealthy and I feel like she might develop some type of mental illness or just be very stressed and anxious if she continues the relationship.... It's just a fanfic, but man, i'd hate to be in her position... I feel like crying Lols. Is this what you intended?? Haha.... It's really good so far I'm looking forward to what happens next. I feel like there'll be a good moral to the story. *Fingers crossing.

Anonymous said:Damn wtf jungkook behavior is freaking me out 😳 "you'll regret it" like wtf crazy people say shit like that

Anonymous said:jkzldlzlldz TF IS HAPPENING I'M SO CONFUSED JK IS CRAZY WTF OMG

Anonymous said:the characters in equilibrium seem to have never been in an actual proper relationship so the fact that they seem to have lasted this long is by sheer miracle. It's also probably why their worst aspects are even more apparent like jk's obsessiveness (which btw yikes boy yikesss) they literally all need to walk far far away from each other cause they a mess but I do wonder who's gonna be the first to do it cause it's all so complicated now, sorry for rambling I just love this fic so much!!

Anonymous said:What the ever loving monkey fuck is wrong with Jungkook. See, i was okay with him being jealous of Jimin because that's normal. I was moderately okay with OC agreeing to Jungkook's terms because she wants to stay with Jimin. I AM NOT OKAY with his sociopathic tendencies and how obsessive he's become. I think he's mistaken OCs genuine kindness for romantic interest at one point. And the thing that scares me the most is how Jimin seems to have no idea what's going on right under his nose as well

Anonymous said:Bruhhhh jungkook is legit fucking scary but the story itself is amazing and complex im gonna reread it right now

Anonymous said:Equilibrium is getting really interesting!! I'm kinda worried tht ppl read sentences like "Even a domesticated pet needs a taste of freedom" in context with her just /looking/ at jimin and think 'oh how romantic' tho. In every scene between her and jk u can practically feel her discomfort and fear and his possessiveness and how he's abusing her. I would normally stop reading a fic like tht bc I don't like it when the ppl are written like that bc they are real after all but I'm super hooked (1/2)

Anonymous said:(2/2)now and I am also really curious as to if and how they all are gonna get out of that situation or if jk kills her before they can just bc she takes care of a literally puking-everywhere-bedridden jimin. I'm also curious how Jimin is gonna act towards y/n now that they're alone and if he even noticed the toxic stuff that's happening between her and jk or if he didn't even notice bc jk kept him "happy" (idk how else to put it) so yeah. Keep up the great work!! Have a nice day xx

Anonymous said:GURL YOU NEED TO RUN FAST AND YOU NEED TO RUN FAR. It sucks that Jimin doesn't like OC romantically, but he's just using you to stay with JK. But JK... that shit is gonna hit the roof soon soon and it ain't gonna be pretty @.@

Anonymous said:Hey Lu, thanks for taking the time to update again~ Regarding the story...Jungkook is incredibly terrifying, like I had to step away a few times as I read because I just want the reader to leave so badly. I wish she would just be like "peace out". Everyone should just leave this situation and say "peace out". Even though I know the feelings are so complicated between all of them, it's just such a shit show on fire :( . Well done on setting everything up though. The tension is insane!

Anonymous said:Ugh I honestly want to slap Jungkook so hard. Possessive little shit.. As always your writing is amazing. Thank you for the update.

Anonymous said:OC, JIMINS DICK ISNT WORTH AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP GTFO THAT SITUATION GIRL IM SCREAMING

Anonymous said:JEONS FUCKED IN THE HEAD. HE WAS CUTE AND ALL AT FIRST BUT THEN IDK GIRL, I FEEL SORRY FOR JIMIN AND OC. I DONT EVEN KNOW WHATS HAPPENING ALL I KNOW IS I LOVE THIS AND I CERTAINLY LOVE YOU! IS HE PSYCHOTIC THO? FEELS LIKE JEON WOULD KILL ANYONE WHO DARE TO TOUCH OC..

mirajoey said:MY GAWDD!! Jeon Jungkook has gone mad😱 i pray for oc's safety

Anonymous said:i am terrified by jungkook's actions and NOTHING in this whole damn world is going to excuse what he is saying and doing in equilibrium. WHERE IS YOONGI DITCH THEM ALL Y/N AND GO FOR YOONGI. and today, i have been going through some really misogynic shit today and it felt so freaking uncomfortable and i was so angry and kind of frightened...i do not know how y/n is able to act like a normal person with jungkook around who is being very possessive and psycho-like

Anonymous said:When I first saw you updated Equilibrium I almost yelled "IMMA BUST MY LEFT NUT" (I was really excited lol) and now I'm lying here in a puddle of emotion really scared for the OC lol. I adore your writing so much, thank you for writing these xx

Anonymous said:JEON YOU CREEP. Man this is all such a disaster BUT I LOVE TO WATCH THE DRAMA UNFOLD. Anyways it was a great chapter and I am so e x c i t e for the next part to start. You da best 😆

Anonymous said:This is what your writing does to people, this is literally the only time I've ever dislike Jungkook that much in a fic. I wanted the OC and Jungkook together, but now I really thing all 3 should go their separate ways. Jungkook's possessiveness is getting too much, it's too obsessive. I feel sorry for her, but at the same time her own fault as well. As for Jimin who knows he may not be as oblivious as we think ?! He is using the OC to get with Jungkook in the first place.

Anonymous said:Equilibrium OC should just pack her fckin' bags there is no happy way out of this one

Anonymous said:(1/3) Right before I read this I watched this British PSA music video about abusive relationships, where a pregnant woman was choked to death by her boyfriend as she was trying to leave him and I feel like these people who romanticize these types of relationships forgot that this actually happens IRL. This happens to real women and men and some of them don't make it out alive. And when they try to defend it by saying "it's just a story, it's not real" it's very real for some people.

Anonymous said:(2/3) And the fact that the OC is having trouble sleeping and feeling this anxiety. And the that Jungkook didn't fell any sympathy/empathy for Jimin while he was ill, it just doesn't sit well with me. And the OC isn't innocent either. So afraid to shatter what's left of the already crumbling illusion she's built up. The need to keep the fantasy of this relationship with Jimin that I'm not sure existed outside of her mind. I really do enjoy this story and how you portray the characters.

Anonymous said:(3/3) The isolated relationships between the three of them is very realistic. I've seen some of my close friends go through similar situations. And it's hard to get out once you're in.Anonymous said:I cant believe anyone in their right mind is sympathizing with Jungkook in Equilibrium?! The way he is with Y/N makes me so uncomfortable, esp with his “You’re all mine” crap and being so “in love” with her when all he wants is to have her under his control even tho he thinks it’s love. Jimin too, the way he’s down to have Y/N in the relationship since JK wants her but she wants Jimin.. also I’m glad ur fanfics exist since they can give some girls a perspective on what’s NOT okay and NOT love

Anonymous said:' And if I find out you let someone else touch what's mine... you'll regret it' - I kept on reading this over and over but each time it makes me cringe more, the fact that he constantly calls her 'mine' is so fucking off, like as a kookier Stan in rl , I felt really bad for jungkook but now I find it so hard, this relationship is taking a big twist that I did not see coming and it's getting abusive real quick.

Anonymous said:(Cont last) I stood firm in my decision. On the last day that we talked, he finally understood why. It was only then he realized his mistakes, only then did he cry & apologize for everything. He tried to convince me to give him a chance but the time for that has already passed. We are officially over. I loved the guy, you know? and deep down, I know there's good in there. But I can't risk my heart and soul anymore. I'm sorry this has gone out of topic, I just needed to get it off my chest.

Anonymous said:(Cont.) When he got mad at me for one minor thing, he will accuse me of cheating and call me demeaning words. Our relationship was always on his terms. I was always the one apologizing & making an effort to make him happy. I paid for all our dates. Just wow, I'm stupid. After a fight early Feb, I got tired of it all. I broke up with him and that process took 7 fucking days in which he tried to convince that my reasoning was wrong and that he was right. My gut feeling was telling me to leave.

Anonymous said:just finished reading ch 11... yikes. like YIKES. oh my, I'm honestly very worried and scared for the oc. reading it actually made me anxious and nervous lol. that relationship is a nightmare oh sweetie no, she needs to leave asap

Anonymous said:(Cont. Part 3) I felt caged. I always had to inform where I was, who I'm with, are there guys going to be at the event I'm going to. If there were guys, he didn't want me to go. I couldn't even get a regular update from him where he was and couldn't check on his phone. As I said, I was being stupid. I tolerated all of his bullshit. When you're in an abusive relationship, you won't realize it immediately. He'll come off sweet and only wanting to protect you and your relationship.

Anonymous said:(Cont. Part 2) to the red flags he showed early in the relationship. He didn't want to me talk to any guy who wasn't a family and asked me to delete all the guys in my Facebook account. Stupid me did so because I believed him when he said that "It's not because I don't trust you, it's because I don't trust the people around you." I stayed loyal to him but he was always paranoid that I was cheating on him. When we broke up, I learned he was talking to lots of girls that's why he was so paranoid.

Anonymous said:I got curious and read Equilibrium. All I can say is whoa! The anxiety and fear that I felt was so visceral; it made me fill ill. I've recently broken up with my ex, who was like that - subtly emotionally and mentally abusive. I am fairly young, naive, and inexperienced in relationships. I had a low self-esteem. Growing up I felt that I was unattractive and no one would like me. He was the first guy to really pursue me and I guess I was so hungry for love and affection that I turned a blind eye

Anonymous said:oc's anxiety is getting worst in equal... 😞 i hope she gets out soon. i agree, SEND IN MAMA JIN! lol kook is getting crazier each chapter i'm getting scared for her well being 😟☹️😦. SHES WORTH MORE THAN THIS CRAZINESS!! 💔 side note, thank you for sticking to it, i know it's not easy. and thank you for updating. i always look forward to your work ❤

withlove-sydney said:Tbh I was worried that this story was gonna take a disturbing turn after jk revealed that he was purposely trying to keep jimin away in chpt 10 and this chapter just confirmed how toxic he is. I agree with that other person tho I'm glad that you're the one writing this because I trust that you won't try to romanticize this at all. My ex was really possessive like jk and its not cute or sexy at all. I ended up so scared of him and when I see similar things in fics it gives me chills...

btsninetyfiveline said:I just want to say thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for the relationship you're portraying in Equilibrium! It's soooooooo important to have stories that show abuse and possessiveness in an unhealthy light! I'm so tired of these "you looked at another guy for 5 seconds in the club so now I'm gonna take you home and show you who you 'belong' to" narratives. It's so important to address and educate young girls on signs of an emotionally manipulative relationship! 💕

Anonymous said:Hi Lu :) how are you? I love how you put out your stories unexpectedly, its always a pleasant surprise. Chapter 11 is so well-written (like all your work ofc).You set up the suffocating atmosphere perfectly with images and metaphors, like Oc's suffer is so real. I am really concerned about oc's mental health... in this chapter we see that she isn't in a good place and I am scared of what is yet to come. Thank you for your hard work. xo

Anonymous said:After reading chap 11, i feel so bad for the oc. Even reading about jk's possessiveness/threats makes me feel suffocated ;-; Though I'm excited for what's going to happen after he leaves for his trip hmm.... once again thank you for the update, Lu! :-) I'm really loving the pace of the story so far.

anonymouspseudonymous said:There's this anon that said "this ain't your ordinary fic where they all compromise and be happy" and i cannot agree more. Although, even if I get it that people hate JK for being cray, you have to punch Jimin as well hahaha idk man this is fucked

Anonymous said:I'm reading ch11 of equilibrium and the part where she wants to touch jimins face but jungkook has a tight grip on her wrist restricting her from doing so is so symbolic of their relationship and how she wants jimin so badly but jungkook is holding her back from him almost keeping her hostage in a way. Anyways I really enjoyed this part it gave me goosebumps so thank you for sharing your work with us even though you don't have to! You owe us nothing so I appreciate everything you give us💓💞💖💕

Anonymous said:I'm glad you don't tolerate the bullshit that jungkook isnt as bad as the protagnonist. People need to hear that that shit is toxic and manipulative. People are brainwashed into thinking it's romantic and okay. When it's absolutely not. No the protagonist isn't free of fault but she isn't being obsessively creepy.

Anonymous said:I think people tend to gloss over the fact that it IS an obsession (unhealthy and actually rather terrifying) and not actual "love" because they like the idea of someone doing anything to stay with them. But even in wanting to stay with someone, there have to be limits. You shouldn't end up losing yourself to someone if they want you as a person, not as just an object or a way to get what they want. There is a line between devotion and obsession, and people seem to ignore that all too often.

#equilibrium #beautiful ppl #jungkookfortunekookies #lu answers

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