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ignyxdaughter · 3 years ago

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𝐕𝐈 - 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐁

(𝐦𝐨𝐛 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬! 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 / 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 𝐱 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬)

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A/N: English is not my first language. I don’t own The Punisher and Legacies characters; they’re, respectively, Stan Lee and Marvel Studios, L. J. Smith and Julie Plec. Also, this is my Billy and some The Punisher events will be changed due to the story's course!

word count: 2605

warnings: sounds of torture

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"Seems Katarina has a relation with Small Heath", Sorrel's voice is where all my attention is while walking through the hallways.

"What kind?"

"Work. Alliance. I'll get further information. But the point is: there was money in her grandmother's grave, more than you'd landed her parents."

I stop, rage starting to run over my body. "What?!"

"You'd landed 15 thousand, and I found 5 bags with 6 each, all in fresh cash. Is literally the double, Billy."

"Any idea how the hell did she get that?"

"Just that the money you'd landed was used in another criminal negotiation. There's no way her parents legally multiplied the amount, not in fresh cash."

"Right, but why do you think that?" She sighs at the question, making me clench my teeth. "I'm gonna ask one more time, Sorrel, and you know how I hate to repeat myself. Why do you think that?"

A whole minute of silence before a tired voice answer. "I know them, Tissaia and Andrew. When I was little, there were rumors on the streets that they used to manipulate people and rob some thousands."

Oh, right. Sorrel was homeless for some time in her childhood, living in London streets. Turned out that this became a benefit, since it's on the lonely alleys that all crime gossips come. "And have you met them?"

"Twice, in my teenage years. Arrogant bastards."

I sigh in rage, wanting Katarina and her parentes to pay double now. "Do your best. Dig all the dirt. Keep me up."

An objective message that she always gets. Kill and torture if you need to. Get all the information to blackmail. Come back when you think is enough and call me everyday.

"Ok, boss", I grin as a pained moan is heard through the call, knowing Sorrel is doing the same face.

"Please", is a man, and his hoarse voice tells that he's being torture for hours now. "Please. I didn't do anything."

"You wish." A snap sound, probably one of his bones, followed by a scream is all in the air before the call is over. The rented spy is one of the most merciless people I've ever known, and by her cold tone, this man did something personal to her. I can imagine Sorrel's figure in a dark room with him tied on a chair, blood everywhere including her face, never minding the mess at all. A slow pained death, this's what she'll do to him.

Bursting through the door, I look up just to see Curtis, my Marine's friend, drinking soda on the couch and Katherine still chained to the steel sculpture biting a burger, both of them with McDonald's packages around their sits. "What the hell is this?"

"You let her alone with 2 guards, chained, hungry and with a headache. Really, man, you're a horrible host."

I go to the counter and pour a drink to this stressful day. I'm too sober for this shit. "An hostage shouldn't have such comfort."

"But without food and health, she'll be useless. Is better a comfy hostage than none."

I jump into my chair, loving the feeling of the whiskey burning my throat. "Kiss my ass, Curtis."

"Men", Katherine mumbles, taking another bite of her burger. I'm almost sure she shook her before that.

"Look", Curtis stands up and limps to my desk; his prosthesis hidden by the jeans, the white shirt contrasting his dark brown skin "I come here to talk to you and all I see is this girl chained in your office with 2 guards. If she wasn't important, we both know she wouldn't be like that, so cut the bullshit before even dare to speak. You've been obsessed with Katarina, to get your money back, and she—", he points at Katherine "is equal to her."

"I'm prettier."

I roll my eyes. "She's Rina's sister."

"I know, she told me."

I glance Katherine. "Oh, so you tell things to him."

"It's not my fault your friend is cooler and pacient. He even offered me to go to his group therapy!"

"Really?" His unimpressive face is the answer, which make me think I'm gonna need the whole whiskey bottle to survive today. "She's not a veteran!"

"Well, she's not inocent either. And with all she told me, she clearly needs help."

"I've already been in some battle fields if is enough, had some tours", Katherine dig the french fries in a paper with ketchup. "Curtis' group therapy seems interesting. I'll not talk, of course, but he's been doing a good action for all military." She smiles warmly to my friend, who returns it.

Oh, and Anvil isn't a good action for all military? To let them fight without entering a real battle field, to let them waste the adrenaline they became addicted during their years of service.

I huff, not believing what I'm seeing: a friend sympathizing with a hostage. "You've gotta be kidding me."

A poke on the arm, that is obviously Curtis with a smirk on his stupid face, is all it takes for me to stand up. We both exit and signalize to the 2 guards come back to watch Katherine. The minute the door closes, my friend opens his mouth: "She's nicer than Rina, if you want my opinion."

"I doubt that. She's clever, and they are always the worst."

"Yeah, fuck her won't get to anything."

"I've never planned on doing that. Not with her." I complete as soon as his expression is taken by incredibly.

"Let's pretend you haven't said that."

I look at him with a raised brow. "Really? Can't you believe I have self control towards some women?"

"Please, she's prettier than Rina and Madani. There's no way you haven't thought about her."

"I won't do that, goddamn it!"

He sighs with a light chuckle, which makes me join him. "Oh, how I wish Frank was here to bet on it."

"He's less faith in me than you with women."

We both laugh. "Have you find out anything else?"

I shake my head. "I'm sure I was almost there. Almost", my index touches my thumb to show him my chances on finding Frank. "But then Rina did me the favor to run away and hire her sister to steal the dossier. And now I have nothing. No Frank. No Rina. No dossier."

"You have Katherine," Curtis rolls his brown eyes as I scoff. "I'm serious, Billy. She's smart, she knows this world."

"Rina knows this world too."

"Not as much as Katherine", he sighs and looks me in the eye. "Look, she can be a rented spy and assassin, but there's more", his left index points the door. "This girl knows much more than she shows, and you can use it to your advantage. And she hates Rina and her parents."

I narrow my eyes, analyzing every micro expression of Curtis that indicate his lie or manipulate attempt. "What did she tell you?"

"I'm sure nothing you don't know. But the point is: Katherine's weakness isn't love or sex, like Rina and Madani. It's rage, revenge. The girl is a fucking hate bomb, so explode it in your will!"

The puzzle is completed in my head now. Katherine's disgust on her biological family was obvious yesterday; the way her green eyes shone as I had said I'd give the snipers the order to shoot her parents' house; the clear annoyance every time Katarina is mentioned; the smirk when I pulled Rina's documents out of the purse, and not hers... Sorrel's report said that Katherine was adopted, but nothing about the family. However, what if she uses a symbol of the family? Wears it with proud on her heart and soul?

I don't know how much time I've been thinking, pretending to listen to Curtis, but as soon as he leaves, I burst through the doors immediately, having eyes all around me. Katherine isn't eating anymore, looking clean now, and just with one word, my henchmen exit. "Out."

She frowns. "Where's Curtis?"

"Had some business to do." She just nods, giving me the perfect cue. "I want to know you."

"What?"

"Tell me about you. We're working together, aren't we?"

"By obligation."

I shake my head, smirking a little. She really is a good liar, but a liar always recognizes another. "No, and we both know that." The silence is all it takes for me to continue, excitement reigning my heart 'cause of her surprised expression. She expected anything from me, but not that. "You hate your family, Katherine. Your biological one. You were adopted."

She scoffs, a way to disguise the tension on her shoulders. "That's no secret."

"You love your adopted family. They're all that matters, right?"

She locks her light green eyes with mine, analyzing me while I take a sit on the couch near the armchair. "Where are you going with, Russo?"

"The night we made a deal, you said you wanted the Mikaelson part of the dossier. And when I asked you why, you didn't answer."

I don't need to look at her chest to know is raising faster, even though is not visible to fools. "So?"

"You're loyal to them, and with loyalty, comes love."

"Not necessarily."

"Yours come, our type come. You know why? 'Cause we were rejected by our origins, we were never loved, so we toughened up. But when we receive it, we grab it with our life to not let it go", I grab her shocked face, carissing her left cheek with my thumb. "You suffered more than anyone else in that family, Katherine. I can see it in your eyes."

A deep breath, probably to prepare her voice. "You know nothing about me."

"I don't know your history, but I know your feelings just by looking. You and I are equals, people that the world is always against."

"So you reject your biology too. Good to know."

Fucking smart ass bitch. "Let's just say my past isn't the most comforting."

She looks up and down at me before glancing my eyes. "None of us have one. All criminals have some dirt in their pasts, no matter if they were born in a good or bad family."

"Indeed."

"And some of us... didn't have a chance to choose good or evil. We just survive."

For the first time, Katherine's words hit my heart, making me take a deep breath. Curtis was right, she knows the world more, how everything works and that there're just some people that become criminals to survive or to protect loved ones. Some of us are just victims of others.

And I bet this is what happened to Katherine. She doesn't seem the kind that would do a favor to Rina, but someone that would do anything to not let her family in risk. Thus, family's not always blood, and that's Katherine case.

I analyze every part of her body in silence, knowing she's doing the same with me. There're 2 objects that are still with her: the golden venom bracelet and the ruby ring. I take her right hand, where the thin gold is, and search for every detail, ignoring her complains due to her other hand being chained. The bracelet is discreet with its valves, almost invisible, but something else catche my eyes: her forearm. There are many thin white scars, too shallow to be torture and too equal to be mission cuts.

Grabbing her right wrist with a hand to look at the left one, I see that the forearm has the same thin white lines as the other. For a moment, all the air in my lungs is gone, my mouth not able to pronounce words, until I see the silver M studded in the ruby ring. A person that hates her biological family wouldn't use something from them.

"This M here—", I brush my thumb on it, trying to ignore the slight ache in my chest, "isn't for Morris, is it?"

I see her arm hair raise in a shiver, making my heart swell in pride. Bingo. "Answer me."

"Why do you want to know?"

"It'll help me to understand you."

"I'm unpredictable, Russo. That's what you should know."

I smirk, looking at her clenched jaw before her stone cold eyes. "Than you should know I'm unpredictable too, sweetheart. Now, tell me about the M."

"Take a guess."

"Alright. You're a Mikaelson, aren't you, sweetheart? You were adopted by them."

The small amount of color that Katherine naturally has disappears at this moment. And just by that, I know that's the truth. However, I didn't expect her eyes going teary, holding a cry.

"I won't tell anyone, if that's what you're thinking."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I lift my brows, surprise that she's still on this game. "Oh, no? Than let me refresh your memory to yesterday."

"I'd like that. Go on." She wants to trick me, make me tell everything detailed to find a way out from this conversation. Unfortunately — for her —, that I know this manipulation. I do the same.

"When I asked you why you wanted the Mikaelson part of the dossier, you said it was none of my business, you refused to explain me."

"So? I don't own you an explanation."

"You didn't give me one 'cause you wanted me to find out. That's your slogan, isn't it? At least one of the two I know."

Katherine narrows her eyes. "The Mikaelsons only have one slogan."

I give her a mocking look, impressed she's still acting dumb. "No one has just one slogan, sweetheart. Even more a mafia family. All criminals know 'no one hurts a Mikaelson and lives', but my sources told me another, one that only some of the French Quarter know."

"And it is?"

"'There's always a motive, but never an explanation'", I smirk, enjoying her trembling breath. "Seems familiar?"

"No."

"Then you can tell me about that", I point at her left ring finger. "Why carry something from your... What did you call them? Oh, yeah, biological breeders."

She shrugs. "I like the letter M."

"You said your parents were dead."

"Yes."

"So that means you were adopted. And an adoptive child who loves their family would carry a memory."

"You know a lot about this to a man who had a nice childhood", Katherine doesn't even hesitate to move foward, the longest the handcuffs let her. "So, how many foster systems did you get yourself into before giving up?"

I raise a brow. "Giving up?"

"You don't carry a memory. Your tissue, tie pin, socks, watch are different from yesterday. Or you ran away, or got kicked out of the system when reached majority."

Clever, really much clever than I thought. Katherine definitely knows more than she shows. So, I just have to be smarter.

"That's none of your business."

"Neither my family! You have nothing with them!"

"AHA!"

"DAMN IT!" She curses while I laugh, victory sending chills of excitement. Minutes later, I catch her furious gaze on me. "I won't say anything, if you're wanting to know more about them."

I ripe a small tear leaving my eyes and recompose myself. "Ok, I'll not talk about your family—"

"Never ever again."

Nodding, I try to ignore the interruption. "And you'll not talk about my childhood. Take it or leave it, Mikaelson."

Katherine takes a deep breath without breaking eye contact and stays silent for a long minute. "Deal."

"Ok", I clap my hands, standing up and heading to my desk with a victorious smirk "let's go to business now."

"One day, I'll rip that smug off from your face."

#a trap for broken souls #mafiastories #assassin au #spy au #original character #fanfic wattpad #the punisher #billy russo #billy russo x oc #billy russo x reader #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x female reader #the originals #legacies #the mikaelsons #mob!billy russo

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ladyinbooks · 4 years ago

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So, in the spirit of ‘ficlet Fridays’, this little scenario wouldn’t leave me alone. I’m not really sure if it’s IB canon or not (in the sense I may eventually write it a little differently), but here, have some Hird/Venn fluff:

Title: The Queen of Fuck-Ups Marries the King of Mistakes Pairing: Hird/Venndred Warnings: Bad language, fluff

It's a strange feeling, being a free agent.

Archon Ssafyr has signed off on Hird's service; the Banshee is now officially registered under her name, and her crew have resigned en masse from the Air Force.

It's also a strange feeling, knowing she's the only one who can fuck it up now.

And she has no fucking clue what to do first.

“Elysium,” Steve says firmly, when Hird asks him. “Let's touch ground for a while, Kate. We can decide what to do from there.”

“And you're choosing Elysium – because?”

“Because if we dock in Idalion the fees are cheaper, and we can all crash in Kathikas.”

Hird rubs a hand across her jaw, considering. “You mean we can terrorise Lane and Samiel, until they let us stay in their property for free.”

Steve shrugs. “That too.”

“Those two idiots are going to be in their honeymoon phase,” Hird says dubiously. “I don't think they want to be descended on by twenty homeless troopers with nowhere else to go.”

“Then we'll find somewhere else,” Steve says firmly. “But the port fees are still cheaper, so we're going to Idalion.”

“And this is why I love you,” Hird says, leaning back in her chair and kicking her feet up onto a console as she watches him. “You always know how to cut costs.”

He rolls his eyes, but he also pats her ankle, which is Steve-speak for I love you too. “I'll just punch in the coordinates, shall I?”

“Please do.”

“And tell Subtle there's been a change of plans?”

“Steve, as soon as you punch in the coordinates he's going to know anyway.”

Steve shrugs. “But if I tell him, it gives him a chance to complain about it.”

“He'll do that anyway,” Hird says cheerfully. “But he won't complain too much, because at least you're doing the piloting and not Con.”

Steve mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, That's because Con couldn't pilot his way out of a paper bag. Hird graciously chooses to ignore him.

“Elysium,” she says instead. “Then we'll work out what the fuck to do.”

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From what Hird can see out of the window, Idalion is bustling, dirty, and pretty much like any other port she's docked in during her extensive career.

“It's off the main track,” Steve points out, his hands flying over the consoles as he finalises the docking procedures. “Slightly less illustrious than some of the ones we've visited.”

“Still better than others.” Hird swings her feet down off the console and leans forward, squinting. “Oh look, they have casinos.”

“In the port?”

“As opposed to where?”

Steve considers this for a moment. “Fair point.”

Hird grins. “What do you think?” she asks, flexing her fingers at him. “Think we could get lucky and win our fortunes?”

“It depends on how fast you want to lose the Banshee.” At her look, Steve grins. “You've got a terrible poker-face, boss. We'd be ship-less inside an hour.”

“Fuck you!” Hird gasps in mock outrage. “I'm a fucking genius at cards.”

“And literally nothing else.”

There's a dull thud as the last of the docking clamps slots into place, and Steve slumps back in his chair with a heavy sigh. He flicks on the comms and announces, “Docking completed.”

There's a ragged cheer from the control room. Hird would lay good odds on it being Martell, Con or Subtle – or an unholy combination of all three. She grins at Steve and stands, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Good job.”

“Well, we're here in one piece.” He flicks another switch, and the soft hiss of decompression punctuates his movements. “You can go stretch your legs if you like. I'll be around for another couple of hours, before we have to work out what to do next.”

“Steve, you're a saint. What would I do without you?”

“Get lost on a regular basis,” he says dryly. “And end up in prison.”

He's not wrong. But, “I could bribe my way out of charges.”

“Not now you couldn't, boss.” He nudges her hip with his shoulder. “Go on, get out of my cockpit. I've lowered the ramp; go and sample some local cuisine. And don't,” he adds, as she turns to leave, “go near the casinos.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Hird waves a dismissive hand over her shoulder. “No gambling away our only means of living. Got it.”

There's no one else in the main command area as she wanders through. That means the rest of her team are either busy with their own duties, or they've already disembarked and are causing havoc around Idalion.

Hird sends up a quick prayer that Subtle, at least, will be able to reign Con in long enough for them to stay without getting a hit put on them. But she's not holding out much hope.

She punches in her access code. When the airlock slides open, she takes her first deep breath of Idalion.

It's fuel-filled, slightly smoggy, and she fucking loves it. There are spices on the air – the scent of Alloi food wafting from the nearest food stand – and it's enough to make her stomach rumble.

The crowds in the port are chaotic – people running for the nearest transport links, others just making their way home – and the noise is half deafening.

It's a place to get lost in; to wander. It could swallow her whole and she'd never be found.

She knows all about Elysium; about the darker side of its society, and the shadows that haunt it. But here, there is life. Here, there is sound and chaos, and everyone just rubbing elbows because they have to. It makes her grin.

The chaos is everywhere, and it eases the nagging worry under her ribs about how she's going to feed her fucking crew. Where there are so many people, someone will need something.

She takes her first steps down the docking ramp, then stops.

There's incessant movement, except in one small corner by the edge of the Banshee's ramp.

He's in a little pool of quiet on his own, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He's rocking back on his heels, his hair falling in his eyes as he grins at her. He's wearing human clothing – she has no fucking clue why – and looks like he should be buried in some mouldy old library, just going by the shirt he has on.

She takes five huge strides down the ramp, and he slides his hands out of his pockets in time to catch her.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Hird asks, and Venndred laughs.

He wraps his arms around her waist, crushing her so hard she can barely fucking breathe. His fingers dig into her sides, and he drops a kiss against her cheekbone, the curve of her ear, the line of her jaw.

“Evi,” he says, breathless. “Evi, it's been four months – ”

“I know, you fucking idiot,” she says, heart slamming against her ribs. “You think I don't know that?” She's holding him just as hard. “I mean why here? How the fuck did you – ”

It sinks in, then.

“Steve, the meddling fucking bastard.”

“It's my fault,” Venndred murmurs. “I asked him to bring you. I wanted to see you, and I promised Freya I'd – ”

“Sprout?” Hird rears back, craning to get a look over his shoulder. “Sprout's here? Where is she?”

“No, Evi, she's at home. I just promised I'd – ” He breaks off as she looks at him. The tips of his ears are turning pink.

“You promised what?” she asks, then pulls back further as the blush reaches his cheeks and throat. “What's going on?”

Venndred clears his throat. “This is coming out wrong.”

“It isn't coming out at all,” Hird points out.

“I know,” he says. “I know.” He lets go of her completely and takes a step back. He scrubs a hand over his mouth, looking slightly panicked.

A slow, sinking feeling of unease starts to unfold in Hird's stomach. “What is it? Has something happened?”

“No, I mean – yes, but –”

“Are you alright?” Hird grips his forearm. “Is Freya alright? Has anyone been hurt? What's –”

“Everyone's fine!” Venndred says. “I promise, it's nothing like – ” He breaks off, chewing on his lower lip. “I had a plan,” he says glumly, “and it really wasn't meant to go like this.”

“Venndred,” Hird says slowly, and her patience is beginning to fracture. “Start explaining yourself. Now.”

“Right.” He takes a deep breath, then another. “Explaining myself. Now. Right.”

Hird's heart is still thundering in her chest, but there are the first stirrings of annoyance underneath. He's come all this way, and he's not making any sense. She loves him, she does, but sometimes he can be such an –

He moves, ungraceful and awkward, and he's dropping to his knees in front of her.

“What the fuck –”

“I'm an idiot,” he says, because of course he can read her fucking mind. “I'm nothing special, but I'm just too stubborn to know when to give up. I don't deserve you, and I never will – ”

“That's not fucking true.”

He ignores her. “But I'll never be able to live without you.” He looks up at her, and his expression is achingly sincere. “You're my victory, Evi. My only one. I've never needed another, when I've been able to say that I have you.”

And oh, she's out of her depth here, swinging wildly between confusion, annoyance and a strange stirring of hope. This doesn't make sense. Shouldn't. But –

“Are you,” she says, then has to stop and clear her throat. “Are you actually fucking asking me to – ”

“I love you,” Venndred says simply. “I'm always going to. You nearly killed me, and you took every piece of my soul when you did.” He's got something in his hands – too large to be a ring; too small to be a necklace. It gleams, gold, between his fingers.

“Fucking hell,” Hird says blankly.

“Marry me?” Venndred asks.

For a moment, Hird gapes. She can't help it; shock and a kind of unholy terror at the sight of him, on his knees for her, asking this. Asking –

He wants to marry her.

He wants to fucking marry her.

Her. The Queen of fucking up every single thing in her life. The woman who fucking shot him, and he's forgiven her for it, and loves her anyway.

And now he wants to spend the rest of his life with her.

And even though she's known for a long time that he's it for her – that there's never going to be another like him – he could do so much better than a retired Wing Commander, with a bad attitude and a whole fucking heap of baggage.

“Evi,” Venndred says, and she flinches. “Please.”

It's the tone that does it: soft, terrified hope, and it cuts into her the way only he can.

She crashes to her knees in front of him, ignoring the way he startles as she cradles his stupid, wonderful face in her hands.

“For fuck's sake,” she says. “Yes, of course, yes.”

“Oh,” he breathes out. “Good, because I already booked the slot at the court, and I don't really know what I would have done if – ”

She cuts him off with a kiss, swift and hard. Then, when she draws back and he opens his mouth to keep talking, she kisses him again.

There are so many things to sort out; so much she is going to have to plan, and consider. She hadn't anticipated this. He's still the Psyke; still vital to Lenia, in ways she doesn't fully understand. He has his duty to his planet and his people, and once upon a time she would have said that was what he had dedicated himself to.

Except she knows better now, she does. Because in all the ways that matter, he belongs to her.

'Wing Commander' is a title. 'Psyke' is a title.

But 'husband' and 'wife' are going to be so much fucking better.

#Ficlet Fridays #Kate Hird #Venndred Liesen #Fluff

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sydneyshipsstuff · 4 years ago

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Broken Bones

so a very long time ago, March 15th, I re blogged this post by @whenstarkerwillbecanon (not readysetstarker sorry) mainly as a joke because I never had written a fic. But after my first post, I got a little more inspired and spent the past two ish months cranking out a couple sentences a day. Today I decided that after writing 1.2k I would make it into a multi chapter au. So below the cut, enjoy the first chapter of Broken Bones

*no explicit content*

Tony was very, extremely, profoundly, bored. But how could you blame him, when he did absolutely nothing asked of him, just because he didn’t have to. Instead, he focused his time in a privately owned gym, hitting all his still healing trauma away from him. “I need practice, Iron Man Pep,” was always the excuse he gave, no matter how incorrect the statement actually was. But despite having everything he ever wanted, it was the only thing that gave him something to feel. As cliche as it sounds. That’s where Peter comes in.

His life was… less than ideal. Living in a quaint apartment by himself trying to get through college and an above college internship, while also trying to pay the bills and eat a low quality hamburger once a night, and trying to save said neighborhood by going out for a couple hours each night. His counselors suggest he let one of his hardships go, but if he's being honest, the first one would be school. His internship is the coolest, once in a lifetime opportunity. He can’t quit his job without going homeless, and who would protect his city without Spider-Man?

So, he got rid of nothing. It may be a little stressful, but he’s made it this far. His final class took a little longer than normal, so he had to wait for a second bus to the internship, making him later than he would like to be. Sprinting off the bus, he frantically tried getting out his badge, realizing he left it at home, expecting to be able to run home for food before going out. So, he could either have the very mean receptionist look him up and convince her he interned there, or he could go home and get it. Either way he was gonna be in an awkward situation and late, and being on time was one of the most important policies in place, no matter how ironic for Tony.

Deciding taking two more metros was more effort than he was willing, and he couldn’t pull out Spidey here, he speed walked over to the reception desk, figuring if he was gonna take that decision he may as well try to be somewhat on time. She had very little social friendliness, if you can call it that. As he was describing the situation, she had no empathy, or any emotions at all. Trying her best to help, but taking so long. He was about to wonder if he should just go home, when a ding went off on her computer and she let him through finally.

Sprinting through the halls, he finally got to his floor, and almost immediately noticed a lack of people. Being a Tuesday, it wasn't very likely for everyone to be gone, so he was reasonably confused. Setting his stuff at his corner desk, and getting settled, he took a quick glance around the room. That’s when he noticed the projection on the north wall. ‘A personal Physics Lesson With Mr. Tony Stark. Please head to gym C immediately’. Realizing his issue, Peter grabbed his bag just as quickly as he put it down.

By the time he got to Gym C, he was certain the project would be over already, making his heart drop. However, it was almost the exact opposite. Stark was standing in front of his entire team, barely wrapping his hands with finger wraps. Even after seeing this, Peter tried to sneak his way into the crowd, to no avail. Of course the gyms in Tony Stark’s tower would have beeping mechanisms. In just a moment he had the whole room's attention on him, including one Anthony Edward Stark.

Tony was never on time; he didn’t have to be. He did expect all his employees to be there though. He was paying them after all. That’s why when Peter Parker, an intern he only recognized by his badge, baffled him a little. True, he didn’t miss much, just the introduction, but it was intolerable behavior. One time mistakes happened though, and by the full moon, Tony decided today he was in a better mood, and didn’t fire him on the spot. Glaring did do a lot though.

He did still have to continue with his work though, and the boy was right there. With the flick of the wrist, he was beckoning the younger of the two to walk towards him. And, like the scared (yet eager) intern he was, followed instructions with ease. Pleased with the reaction, Tony handed him his own finger wraps without another word. Besides, it was a little obvious what was happening.

Pete was even more terrified now than ever. He was introverted, so of course being singled out was terrifying, but by his boss and all time crush? There was no way to get out of the crushing anxiety going through him. Then he realized what they were doing, he almost bolted. Boxing? Peter still wasn’t a master at controlling his strength. Tony could not know he was Spider-Man. But he also couldn’t tell Tony Stark no in his own building, or ever for that matter. He could take it.

As Tony was passing him gloves, that’s when he finally filled Peter in on what was happening, as if he couldn’t tell already. However, Peter wasn’t there anymore. All he could focus on was the muscles of the man in the tank top, how anxious he was to fight Tony, would he literally kill this man, what about his secret identity, oh and you can’t forget about the muscles of the man in the tank top. It was only when he realized Tony had stopped talking and was staring back that he knew there was not a logical way out. He was just an intern, why him?

Finally after stalling as much as he possibly could without being fired, Peter shuffled up closer to Tony. Reasonably he knew he had to be this close to fight, but now he could smell the oil and musk that gave him his signature scent. It almost made his knees buckle. This is the closest he had ever been to the man, and his mouth went dry. He really hoped that Tony couldn’t see how lust-blown his pupils had gotten.

This was Tony Stark they were talking about, of course he had noticed. But he wasn’t gonna let that ruin his chance of actually getting to fight someone new for a chance. He could have hired someone to match, but where’s the fun in that? Plus, it wasn’t the first time he had someone swoon over him, not even the first man. He took his final position and bounced in place, waiting for Peter to be ready as well.

Thoughts were still going through Peter’s head left and right, but at the sight of Tony waiting for him, his brain went quiet. He took one last deep breath before also taking his position and got into a ready position.

The actual fight lasted about a minute, Peter deciding to keep himself secret and give Tony the win. To everyone else, he was a scrawny teen who happened to also be nerdy and intern at SI.

Thanks for reading! The next chapter will include the fight scene and a little more at the end. I don’t have an exact date but probably around the beginning of September. I also created the tag broken bones starker so you can check it easily <3

#starker #peter parker x tony stark #broken bones starker #wrestling au

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lucky-bad-penny · 3 years ago

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Did the minimal research on a thread to point out why "just get a job" is an impossible sentence only spoken by the privileged classes. A thread that was presumably deleted because facts just confused her little brain. Why fix a problem when we've already found our scapegoat? (paraphrased research as first comment follows)

Follow the logic and if you can’t see what follows as an issue for our society as a whole, then it’s possible you’re a part of the problem in this “just get a job” assholery. I drive by a McDonalds on the way to work about town 10X a day, and they are very desperate to hire. At $10 an hour. In a college town (it only gets worse there) where the average rent for a 1 bedroom is $1100 a month in a shitty neighborhood. It’s $750 a month, that complex was recently shot up by a couple drug dealers having a fight and the only one hurt was a 4 year old.

Back to McDonalds, assuming I can get assigned a 40 hour week, consistently, and without ever taking a break, my wages come to $1600 a month. After taxes that's $1200. Leaving me $100 for utilities, food, and clothing.

Okay, so now I find a roommate. Who is willing to share the bedroom with me. That's probably manageable to get by. But improving my lot in life will take more than that. College is the obvious choice. Trade school the next obvious. Both require transportation and tuition, which cuts into that $600 a month I've budgeted for literally everything else. And assumes my roommate keeps paying their rent. And that my boss keeps me at 40 hours a week.

Or maybe I can upgrade to a job that pays $12 an hour. Gotta find time to do that hustle, though. Or maybe I can get a second job, but now that side hustle needs to arrange itself around my first one.

Remember how setting up your class schedule in college was hard and weird when you had to do it alone?This is that problem but worse. Because those two businesses have no incentive to help you and actually have incentive to punish you for interrupting THEIR flexibility with your schedule.

And we're still assuming everything I need is within walking distance (which is also a duration problem as well as a distance problem). My workplace, my groceries, and my clothing all must be reachable by walking.

So maybe we can set up some UBI and make it so that kids like me growing up don’t nearly starve to death and have to be on the constant verge of being homeless because your mom worked 3 jobs to keep a roof over our heads.

It’s not laziness for most people. Hey, if we can say triple stupid shit like “not all (fill in the blank)” I have a good job. I can see my life all over this scenario. Ketchup soup as a kid. Living on school lunches when my mom could actually afford a lunch ticket. I’ve been working since I was big enough to push a manual cutter on my own. That $10 a lawn was worth it in the summer. I made a $100 or more a week as a child. I was a go getter. That money went toward groceries and bills whenever I got it. Trust me, it sucked. 6th grade was my first school year that I wasn’t hungry for that reason.

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crystaljins · 5 years ago

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Take a chance. | 02

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 7.3K

Synopsis: You should have known the second your business partner asked you to plan his best friend’s wedding as a favour that it was going to be nothing but trouble. Especially when it turns out he’s in love with said best friend. And dying of a deadly disease because of it.

Hanahaki!au

Notes: The first three parts of this fic went through at least three different drafts. I changed the approach and character features so many times that this story isn’t even recognisable from the initial draft. But, once I added ma boi Kim Seokjin, this story finally hit a place that I felt I could happily write.

Warnings: Angst. Graphic depictions of vomiting. Mentions of illness and death.

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“Thank you for meeting with me today.” The man says as he slides into his seat. He’s wearing dark sunglasses that obscure most of his face and a black bucket hat is pulled low over his brows. Perhaps he is trying to be inconspicuous, but the large trench coat and obvious attempt to conceal his identity just make him seem more suspicious. Not only that, the price tags hanging off his outfit clearly show that he’d only just bought them.

“What are you doing, Jin? Why’d you call me out here?” Seri hisses. She pauses to smile warmly at the waiter who hands her an ice latte topped with perhaps more whipped cream than is strictly necessary before turning back to her obnoxious co-worker. “Why are you dressed… like that?”

“So that I don’t attract attention to myself. Obviously.” Jin scolds. He leans forward to sniff suspiciously at his milkshake before reaching into a pocket in his trench coat and pulling out a large swirly straw. It’s infuriatingly childish. He glances side to side before placing it in his glass and taking a long sip.

“I’m going home.” Seri snaps, making to get up, but an arm shoots out and holds her in place.

“I’m sorry! I’ll be serious.” He promises, even as he takes another sip from the milkshake through the ridiculous straw. He does remove his sunglasses, though. “This is a matter that concerns not just you and me, but Jungkook and our… beloved… boss.” He begins to tear up at the final person on the list, and dabs awkwardly at the corner of his eyes. “We have to help her.”

“Help her what?” Seri questions, attention grabbed. Where her boss is involved, she is all ears. After all, you had given her a job when she’d been unemployed and desperate. And she’s determined to pay that back by being the best employee she could possibly be.

“Help her with her illness.” He confesses gravely. Seri’s eyes go wide as her mind scans through the long list of illnesses her beloved boss could possibly be suffering from. “She’s suffering from Hanahaki.”

The deathly silence that follows is testament to how much both workers care for their boss. The colour drains from Seri’s face while Jin looks down and another tear trails down his face.

“How… how can you be sure?” Seri breathes. Jin shakes his head gravely.

“Do you remember a couple of weeks ago when I lost that bet and had to take garbage out for a week?” Jin asks. Seri nods contemplatively as she remembers the event in question.

“You bet you could down 2 L of milk in one go but ended up spraying it out your nose all over Jungkook’s desk.” She recalls. He nods gravely.

“Well, I kind of tripped when I was getting close to the garbage and the whole garbage bag split open.” He explains. He pauses mid-explanation to take another unnecessarily long sip of his milkshake, one that has Seri twitching in dread and anticipation as she waits for him to finish his story. “And there were these red rose petals everywhere.”

Seri nods, but then frowns.

“But what does that have to do with (Y/N)? We sometimes get petals in or bouquets as samples for future decorations and two weeks ago she was doing that red themed wedding.” Seri points out. Jin nods solemnly.

“Well that’s why I didn’t think anything of it at the time. It wasn’t until yesterday, when (Y/N) brought up Hanahaki and was super shifty and blatantly lying about why it was on her mind that I got suspicious.” Jin admits. “So that night I went home and rang her brother, because he’s actually a doctor who specialises in treating Hanahaki. Just to ask some questions, but he was surprised and thought that maybe someone from our office was suffering from it, because (Y/N) had rung him too,asking about it right before me.”

“That is very suspicious.” Seri admits, and the evidence is starting to stack up. But there’s one vital piece of information she needs to believe Jin. “But who is she in love with, that doesn’t love her back? And how can we help her?”

Jin smiles widely and leans back in his chair.

“I was hoping you’d ask me that, dear, sweet, naïve Seri.” He tells her warmly, and all traces of his earlier tears have vanished from his face. “It’s none other than our resident space cadet, Jeon Jungkook.” He announces with all the dramatic flair of an actor presenting Best Picture at the Oscars. Seri grimaces.

“Jungkook?” She questions incredulously. Up until that point, Jin’s theory had sounded plausible but now it just sounds ridiculous. “You think she’s in love with Jungkook? The same guy I caught trying to sneak in a new printer without her noticing last week because he spilt banana milk on the old one?”

Jin nods, as if it is the most logical and reasonable conclusion to draw in the world.

“Well, not to be presumptuous, but yes. Can you think of anyone else? Also, haven’t you always been suspicious of the fact that they literally built a business from the ground up together and yet there’s nothing there?” Jin points out. Seri seems surprised.

“Why would starting a business together mean there has to be something romantic between them?” She responds. Jin looks mildly astonished before understanding sets in his expression.

“Ah, I forgot you’ve only been here a couple of months. Yes, Jungkook and (Y/N) started this business together. It was probably like… five years ago? They’d been running for about two years when that video of that wedding she organised went viral and then they hired me to handle the extra clientele that came in, so that sounds about right.” Jin says, launching into an explanation. “But their whole story is fresh out of a romcom- (Y/N) met him after her fiancée dumped her for dropping out of some sort of prestigious uni degree or something at some bar and he had some sad backstory as well that I can’t remember and encouraged her to follow her dreams. And then he ran into her again and helped her get her first client and then after two years of struggling to make ends meet that video went viral and here we are today, successful and happy. How can there be nothing after all of that?” He explains. Seri wrinkles her nose- despite her short amount of time working at this firm, she knows enough of the story to know Jin is butchering the story a lot.

What had actually happened, was that you taken a year off law school when your mother’s health had started to decline. Your brother had been forced to financially support the two of you by working ludicrous hours while you cared for her physical needs. Your fiancée, unable to cope with the emotional strain such an event had put on the relationship, coupled with the lack of time that came with caring for a sick relative, had left you. In the end, you had wound up working at a bar and unable to bring yourself to go back to law school after your mother passed away. The very same bar that Jungkook happened to frequent. After confiding in the sad, unemployed drunk boy you thought wasn’t listening over a period of time about your heartbreak and your desire to go into wedding planning instead of law school, it turned out he had been listening. Not only that, but he had a proposal for you- he, a business major, and you, a wedding planner, could start a business together. That way you wouldn’t have to go back to law school, and he would no longer be unemployed and nearly homeless. At least, that’s what she’d been able to glean from snippets of conversation she’s had with the both of you over the past couple of months.

Still, even though his story is still warped the original point still stands: Jungkook is clearly someone who matters to you, a lot. Yes, it was the video that went viral that made your business successful but you wouldn’t have even started this business without Jungkook. Jin makes a compelling argument- the coincidental timing of your chosen conversation topic the day before, and Jin happening to find the rose petals… it is all very shifty. Even Seri has to admit that.

But Jin isn’t done, and his next piece of evidence is perhaps the nail in the coffin.

“And she asked me this morning to start preparing a job ad for a new assistant. She said Jeon Jungkook is officially taking leave as of today- that’s why he didn’t show up and why we were flat out all day.” Jin points out urgently. “And I left my wallet in my car this morning and just so happened to be ducking down to get it, when I saw Jungkook’s car pulling out of the building. Which means he came in to work today! And when I watched the CCTV footage to check-“

“Woah, woah, woah, Jin!” Seri cuts him off in protest. “We aren’t criminal detectives! You can’t just watch CCTV footage of your boss because you want to-“

“That’s not important. What’s important is they had some sort of fight this morning and clearly, it’s because (Y/N) is in love with Jungkook, is dying of Hanahaki and we need to make Jungkook fall for her or we could lose our jobs. And the nicest boss anyone has ever had.” He exclaims, almost out of breath from his rant. Seri blinks. She wants to disagree. She really does. She wants to write Jin off as crazy and perhaps report him to you.

But… what if he’s right? What if you’re dying because your airheaded assistant doesn’t reciprocate your feelings? If he’s right, then they have to help you! She bites her lip contemplatively.

“Why can’t she just get treatment? We could sit her down and encourage her to see a doctor- isn’t her brother a leading specialist in the disease?” Seri points out. Jin shoots her a look like she’s just made the stupidest suggestion in the world.

“Don’t you know what treatment involves? It makes you forget the person who gave you Hanahaki forever. If she forgot Jungkook how can they run this business together?” He cries out. Seri is pretty sure she read something somewhere, back when she was researching the disease for herself that said that the ‘forget your love’ aspect of Hanahaki is just an urbanised myth and only the most severe cases of Hanahaki that have gone untreated for years require such dramatic action, and even those have been able to be successfully treated with just therapy in certain patients, but Jin sounds so convinced and sure of his words that it makes her doubt herself.

“What... what would you have us do?” She asks, rather than contradict what he just said. She cringes as she says the words because she knows she may regret this strongly depending on what Jin asks.

He merely grins.

“I’m glad you asked, dear Seri, because I already have a mastermind plan in place…”

“Yes, I understand that you want all black for your decorations,” You say, desperately clinging on to your patience. “But black roses aren’t really a thing. If you just agreed to the black baccara roses-“

“They’re still red.” Your client on the other end of the phone sniffs. “I want black.”

“Then having them painted is your best option.” You retort. “I told you I’d do my best to give you the wedding of your dreams but I’m not a miracle worker- you can’t grow black roses!”

“Please? It’s really important to us.” He begs. You dig your fingers into the bridge of your nose and sigh.

“I’ll see if I can speak to some plant breeders and see if we can get something closer to black.” You say with a sigh. “That’s the best I can do.”

You don’t hear whatever he says because you are distracted by the presence of Jungkook leaning awkwardly against the door to your apartment. When he spots you, his whole face lights up and he straightens. You wince as he waves enthusiastically. He’s not in his usual crumpled suit- instead he’s wearing an oversized hoodie and a pair of trackpants and he hasn’t even attempted to tame his wild mop of hair. Oddly, he looks amazing in the casual, comfortable look he’s going for.

“You’re here!” He greets. You watch him cautiously like he is a furious bull that may charge at any moment.

“It’s my apartment. Where else would I go?” You point out. “Shouldn’t you be at home resting?”

He nods sheepishly.

“Well… I did take the day off.” He admits. “But I thought you might have had a long day without me, what with no one to replace the vital work that I do, so I brought some supplies.”

You stiffen. You have had a long day, and that is to be expected when you force your business partner to take an unplanned leave. To be honest, you aren’t even sure what half of Jungkook’s duties are. You’ve just always done your thing, talking to clients, make plans, connecting with people, and then at the end you’d have money in your bank account. Jungkook has always handled your marketing and connecting clients and managing appointments while keeping the office running smoothly. Without him, you’d had to answer phones, contact the accountant and fill out complex paperwork between and in the middle of appointments with. Seokjin and Seri had done their best to share the load but even they’d felt the strain by the end of the day.

“I’m not changing my mind, if that’s why you’re here.” You sniff, stepping passed him to unlock the door. He presses in close and follows you into your apartment even though he is not welcome. He looks around curiously as soon as he steps passed the threshold of your home.

“This is a really lovely place.” He compliments sincerely- it should be surprising that this is the first time he’s ever step foot in your apartment considering the fact that you’ve been running a business with him for five years now. Even Seri, who has only been working with you for a couple of months, has visited your home before. But before this whole wedding debacle, Jungkook had always refused. He sidles past you and sets a plastic bag up on the countertop in your kitchen. He glances back at you before rummaging inside. “I realised I have no idea what you like to eat, so I read that interview you did with that bridal magazine a few months ago.” He says, and then he pulls out a block of chocolate, some grapes and a bottle of wine. You squint suspiciously at them.

“Jungkook…” You say slowly, about to ask him to leave your home and take the food with them. Yes, they were all guilty pleasures of yours, but you weren’t about to give him false hope that you would rescind your decision. “I’m not going to plan the wedding.” Is what you say instead.

He ignores you, turning to a cupboard and pulling out two wine glasses. He sets them on the counter and immediately begins pouring out the wine. Then he leans against the countertop beside you and sighs heavily, as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders.

“Why?” He finally asks. He takes a long sip of his own glass, sliding yours toward you. Hesitantly, you accept and settle into a stool next to the counter. “It’s not going to stop the wedding. It’s not going to cure me. And I’ll still be involved in the wedding whether you plan it or not. What do you think you’re achieving by refusing?”

You stare down at the ruby liquid in the glass- your distorted reflection glares back. He’s right. You’re not achieving anything. You’re just sticking your head in the sand and pretending Jungkook’s situation isn’t happening until it magically fixes itself. But that’s all you really can do, right? You can’t force him to get treatment and you can’t make his best friend love him back. These are all doubts that plague you, but if you are anything, it is stubborn. Your blood runs hot with anger at the way he’s trying to pressure you into something you’ve already decided not to do.

“Why are you so desperate for me to plan this wedding anyway?” You question, hopping off the stool and edging closer until he is pressed against the kitchen counter. At this proximity you can count each of his individual lashes and feel the way his breath has become shallower and hesitant. It’s out of anger that you press closer. You’re trying to intimidate him into backing off and leaving you to deal with the consequences of your decision in peace. His eyes flash at the challenge though.

“Why are you so determined to refuse?” He retorts. “Up until the engagement party, you were all for planning this wedding! What, suddenly things get a teensy bit more complicated and you’re out?”

“Finding out my business partner is dying from a curable illness is not a “teensy bit more complicated”, Jungkook!” You cry, the volume of your voice escalating. Any louder and your neighbours will probably call the cops on you. “Why aren’t you taking this seriously?”

“I am taking this seriously!” Jungkook shouts. It’s the first time in all the years that you’ve known him that you’ve ever seen him lose his temper. His whole face goes bright red and the tendons in his neck strain with the force of his shout. “That’s all I’ve been doing! Every, single, damn day, all I can think about is how hard this is! You think I want to be sick? You think I want to be here, begging my boss to plan the wedding for the girl that I love? Why do you have to fight me at every single step- why can’t you just do me this one favour? All I’m asking you to do is to plan a wedding for a friend and turn a blind eye when you see I’m having a hard time- is that so hard to do?”

“Yes.” You breathe, and your eyes have watered and filled with tears at his words. “I don’t want to have to watch your heart break.” You finally admit. Because that’s the real reason. You can’t stop the fast approaching train-wreck that Jungkook has managed to lock himself into. But you sure as hell don’t have to watch it happen. “I don’t want to watch you slowly die.”

Your admission is met with silence and when you shoot a glance at Jungkook, he’s staring at you like you’ve grown a third eye. Abruptly he breaks eye contact and his shoulders hunch.

“Let me come back to work.” He says in a small voice. “I know you think you’re helping me, but you’re just leaving me at home alone with nothing to dwell on but the fact that I’m ill and…” His voice cracks. “That she…” He whirls around so that he’s no longer facing you and is unable to finish his sentence. He changes the subject. “Wow, I didn’t know my boss was so heartless,” He tries to joke, his tone falsely light, but his voice is still slightly shaky. “5 years together and you give me the axe just because I’m a little sick.” He shakes his head and makes a “tsk” sound. “Success has really changed you, (Y/N).”

You recognise now, that his attempt to joke around is his way of hiding, so you aren’t offended. Instead, getting slowly to your feet, you pack everything into the bag he brought with him and walk around the kitchen counter so that you’re facing him. He winces and looks towards the ceiling, perhaps to conceal the way his eyes are wet with tears and red-rimmed. Gently, you take his hand and place the handles of the plastic bag in it, wrapping his fingers around them.

“Jungkook.” You say softly. “I’m not doing this because I thought this would easy or because I don’t like you or because I think your job is replaceable or because I’m trying to punish you. I’m not doing it to make your life difficult. You’re sick, Jungkook, and sick people need rest.”

He stares at you with bewildered, pleading eyes. It is an exact repeat of earlier that morning when you had told him to take time off.

“There are other wedding planners.” You tell him gently. “She’ll live even if I don’t plan it for her.”

He stares down at the bag in his hand.

“But what if I… if she really wants you to do it?” He asks, even as he lets you guide him gently out the door. You don’t notice his slip.

“Well sometimes we don’t always get what we want Jungkook. But as your boss it’s my job to make sure you get what you need. And what you need is some time off.” You say. He seems to register he’s fighting a losing battle as the door swings shut- his hand flies out before you can fully close it.

“What would it take?” He pleads. “Hypothetically. If you could have anything in the world, what would it take for you to do this?”

You grimace.

“For you not to be sick.”

For all your bravado over forcing Jungkook to take leave, it really does make your life infinitely harder. Jungkook is a scatter-brain prone to double booking appointments and breaking expensive electronics, but his job really is irreplaceable- he hasn’t just been an assistant, or receptionist. His job was never as simple as answering phones and calling in the technician when he broke the printer yet again. He also managed the entire business side of things- from organising how much clients would pay for your services, to drafting contracts with them, to the entire marketing side of things, it had always been him to deal with that sort of thing. And it had been stupid and arrogant of you to think you could handle your regular duties on top of his. In your head, you had planned to look for a temporary replacement to work for maybe a year while Jungkook sorted himself out, but you barely have time for your own job, let alone searching for a replacement and training them up on top of managing Jungkook’s duties in the mean time. You’ve really screwed yourself over with such a hasty decision.

Your employees are quick to vocally and aggressively remind you of what a mistake it is to have put Jungkook on leave.

“My keyboard still doesn’t work.” Jin sniffs at you in the kitchenette, repeatedly dunking a bag of chamomile tea aggressively into a mug of boiling water. “I thought you said you were looking into fixing that! I can’t type anything and I’ve had two brides organising a wedding and a mother organising a first birthday party call me in tears because I didn’t answer their emails.”

“Well, you didn’t have to spill orange juice on it now, did you?” You almost snarl- you find your temper becoming shorter and shorter the more stressed and tired you are. It’s getting to the point that you’re hardly getting any sleep at night because you’re essentially doing two full time jobs at once. Jin’s eyebrows fly up, seeming to sense that you’re on the verge of snapping at him, and holds two hands up in a gesture of surrender.

“I’m sorry- It was an accident. But it’s really very urgent.” He tells you, and he sounds apologetic enough that you take a deep breath to release the tension built up in your shoulders and neck.

“I know. I’m sorry for getting short with you- I am trying to sort it out. I just have a lot on my plate at the moment.” You admit, and you feel on the verge of tears. Jin’s expression softens at your wobbly tone and he comes to stand next to you, resting against the kitchenette counter.

“Maybe we should give Jungkook a call.” He suggests gently. You tense, about to scold him for such a suggestion, but he holds up a firm hand. “I don’t know what happened or why you put him on leave, but you’re really struggling. If he does need the leave, then at least keep him around until you find a proper replacement- doing two jobs at once like this isn’t sustainable.” He points out. You wince because if it weren’t for your own stubbornness, you probably would have done as much. But you can’t- your pride won’t let you. You’ve decided that Jungkook needs leave and so he’s getting leave. Even if it kills you in the process.

Jin isn’t the only one- later in the week Seri knocks on your door. She strides in without waiting for an answer and leans in close so the two clients across from you don’t hear what she says.

“I just got a call from the bank- apparently there was an issue with billing that florist we contracted. I took down their number for you to ring them when you’re done with your client.” She informs you, flicking a gaze at the two clients before you.

Her interruption, though bearing bad news, is welcome- she’s interrupted two clients on the verge of screeching at you in rage. There was a mix-up with the venue bookings that you forgot to sort out between the flurry of phone calls you’ve been heckled with all day and they are not pleased. You’re barely holding back frustrated tears while Seri watches on, uncertain how to handle the situation. You take a deep breath, summoning all the professionalism you can access and smile at her.

“I will have that sorted after I deal with these two clie-“ You begin, but they cut you off.

“Don’t bother!” The one on the right, a woman in her late thirties’, snarls. She’s clinging to her fiancé’s arm like a hole might open up beneath her and demons appear to drag her to the depths of hell if she lets go. “We came here because we’ve heard so many good things about your service, but clearly it was all just good marketing- we won’t be coming back.”

She gets abruptly to her feet and storms off, dragging her balding fiancé with her. You take a shaky breath and squeeze your eyes shut, willing the tears not to come.

“Perhaps… I should call Jungkook? He’s really good with this kind of thing.” Seri suggests, and it’s so not the suggestion you need right now.

“Don’t.” You say. “My afternoon appointment just cancelled as you just saw- I’m free to speak with the bank right now.”

Your week carries on like that. You’re at your wits end by the time Friday comes around. You’ve promised yourself that you won’t do anything related to work for the entire afternoon. You’re going to ignore all the deadlines. Your business won’t crumble just because you took a Friday afternoon off, after all. At least that’s what you tell yourself as you take on your final task of the day- carrying a heavy box of fragile but expensive glasses that a client ordered in for clients to drink out of during their reception. You stagger as evenly as you can into the elevator and that’s when it happens- your heel snaps. It’s not a particularly high heel- just high enough that your ankle twists beneath you as it gives. You cry out, bracing yourself to crash to the floor and for the delicate goods you are carrying to shatter.

Only, it never comes. As you crumple to the ground, the weight of the box abruptly vanishes from your arms. Instead it is just you that hits the floor of the elevator with a pained grunt. Confused, you look up to find someone has grabbed the box from your arms before it could hit the floor with you and shatter all the contents inside.

“Are you ok?” Jungkook cries, gently setting down the box and crouching down before you. You’re so shocked that you are speechless. His large glasses are slightly lopsided on his face and he’s wearing a t shirt with a pair of ripped jeans. He’s not wearing the business attire that is required of all your employees- instead he’s dressed casually, like he didn’t plan on coming into the office today.

“W-what are you doing here?” You finally find your voice as he helps you to your feet. You wince as you attempt to press your weight into the foot with the broken heel and crumple back down- no doubt you sprained it on your way down. Jungkook’s eyes are wide with concern.

“Jin called me in for something urgent-“ He explains but he’s too distracted by your injury to provide the full story. “Did you hurt yourself?” He questions. You glance down at your leg- you move your ankle and wince when you find it too painful to rotate.

“Probably just a sprain.” You explain and he nods.

“I’ll help you, then,” He says quickly. “There’s a first aid kit in my office- or there was, if you haven’t cleaned it out yet.”

“Thank you.” You say quietly. “I haven’t touched your things. But you really shouldn’t be here-“

Your words are interrupted by the sudden flashing of the light in the elevator and a screeching noise.

The elevator is stuck.

“That’s your mastermind plan to help (Y/N)? Trapping them in an elevator together?” Seri sniffs, as she realises what Jin has done, watching Jungkook and her boss through the small security camera. They remain crouched down, close to the ground and she can’t see their expressions. “What if they get hurt?”

“Clearly you’ve never watched any kind of romcom ever, Seri.” Jin tuts. “This is a basic strategy- and this is just us getting started! Phase one! We just need to force them into the same space and hopefully the confined space will lead to them opening up! Besides, don’t act so surprised- there’s much more work we have to do than this before Jungkook-”

“Why did you agree to this?” She interrupts, directing her question to the elevator technician who has unscrewed the control panel and is fidgeting with the wires. He pauses, resting a hand on his chin as he contemplates the answer.

“For love.” He answers fondly. “But also, Seokjin here paid me $50 if I made sure they were trapped in an elevator together for the next twenty minutes.”

Seri whirls on Jin, the expression on her face utterly despairing.

“What… what else do you have planned?” She asks incredulously, pale and concerned for the wellbeing of not only her boss, but Jungkook as well. Jin considers her question for a moment, before shrugging.

“It’s a surprise.” He answers with a grin.

“How’s your ankle?” Jungkook asks awkwardly. For the past five minutes after ringing for help with the emergency button and being assured that the elevator technician was already working on it, the two of you had been sitting in a deathly silence. With Jungkook’s help, you had manoeuvred so that you now lean against the wall of the elevator, your sprained ankle stretched out in front of you. Your broken, useless heels are discarded in the corner. Your eyes are shut so that you don’t have to acknowledge his presence and can feign sleeping.

“The same as it was 5 minutes ago.” You answer, without opening your eyes. “Swollen. Painful. Will probably be better in a few days.”

You hear a tapping sound and know that Jungkook is probably bouncing his knee up and down. He has a lot of restless energy and a lot of pens have been dismantled at his desk from his fidgeting and a lot of office chairs have met their end because he’s constantly rocking back and forth. It’s a good indicator for when he’s about to strike up conversation- the noise stops, and he inhales like he’s formulating a question.

“How’s the office been?” He asks. “Without me? Is everyone coping alright?”

Not really. But you’re not about to tell him that.

“They’re fine. The others are urging me to find a replacement and I’m sure we’ll find one soon.” You say. Your sentences are clipped, and your tone isn’t unfriendly, but it isn’t exactly warm either. You’re trying to discourage conversation because if Jungkook inquires more into how your week played out, you may burst into tears. The last thing you want is for him to know what a hard time you are having without him.

He starts to whistle tunelessly, and the sound is annoying, but you don’t want to talk to him. At least he’s stopped asking you questions.

For about thirty seconds.

“What was in the box?” He asks. You open one eye to peer at him. He’s sitting cross-legged in front of you with his back slouched. He picks absently at his worn shoelaces on his crappy, frayed sneakers.

“Glasses. For a wedding I’m planning.” You say. He perks up at the mention of your business.

“Is this the couple who met at the Venetian Glass Blowing Factory?” He asks cheerfully. “I thought you didn’t have time to plan their wedding. How did you squeeze them in?”

You tense- you rang them up and offered your services since a lot of clients have cancelled on you this week following your subpar performance.

“I’ve had a few slots in my schedule clear up.” You admit through gritted teeth. Jungkook looks confused but then his eyes go round when he realises what you mean.

“Oh… that bad, huh?” He asks. He winces. “Not that I’m implying you’re bad! I just didn’t think people would cancel so quickly when-”

“When what, Jungkook?” You snap, patience lost. “When I’m essentially working two jobs? When I’ve been yelled at 32 times this week? When I’ve been getting approximately 4 hours sleep every night trying to organise all these events in between doing your job?”

“Well I didn’t ask to be on leave!” He retorts defensively. His eyebrows furrow together and his lips purse in a slight pout. “You’re the one who insisted I was unfit to work.”

“I know.” You snarl, and to your mortification, frustrated tears fill your eyes and blur your view of him. “I know I made you take leave! I know that everyone wants you back and this office is going insane without you!”

Jungkook’s jaw drops at your outburst but doesn’t interrupt as you continue your rant.

“I know your job is important and that it was going to be hard without you, but I was doing it for you! I wasn’t trying to fire you or spite you or punish you for being sick! I was only trying to help.” You’re full on sobbing now, but you’re so exhausted and emotional and the repressed emotions you’ve been pushing back for the past week are all bursting forth. “Is that so bad? Is it so terrible that I just wanted to look after my business partner? Why am I getting punished for doing the right thing?” You’re in full hysterics as Jungkook starts to panic, realising that he has no idea how to comfort you or calm you down.

“D-don’t cry!” He protests but it’s too late- it’s like a dam has been broken. All the stress, all the misery, all the overtime work has combined, and you feel like there’s an angry tornado of lava where your heart should be. “I know you were trying to help, and I’m really grateful for that- please don’t cry!”

He edges closer to you and doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so he settles for resting them awkwardly on your shoulders. You stare up at him with teary eyes. You’re not a pretty crier by any definition- your eyes have gone puffy and your nose is running and were it any other situation he would have laughed at you. But he has at least enough sensitivity to know laughing at you now would be kicking you when you’re down. Instead he offers you an awkward smile, one that is little more than his cheeks raising and him baring his teeth in an almost-snarl.

You’re so confused at his peculiar expression that you actually stop sobbing. You squint at him for a moment, before a tear-y laugh breaks through your lips.

“What are you doing?” You ask, taking the lapse in your hysterics as an opportunity to wipe away the tears running down your cheeks. His expression softens.

“I’m smiling at you.” He explains. You snort incredulously.

“You look like you’re in pain.” You say. He chuckles awkwardly.

“Hey! I’m trying to make you feel better!” He protests jokingly, relieved that you’re at least no longer crying. You frown.

“By showing me what face you make when you’re constipated?” You suggest and he actually laughs.

“I mean, since that’s what stopped you crying, I’ll take it.” He volunteers. He takes his hands off your shoulders and slumps next to you, being mindful of your injured leg. “Hey.”

You turn to look at him.

“Hi.” You answer. His expression is warm and gentle as he volunteers his next words.

“I never thanked you.” He admits. “For caring so much. Enough to keep it a secret.” He confesses. “And for putting me on leave. I know… I know you were trying to help, and it feels good to know that you’ve got my back like that. So, thank you. So much.”

At his words, an odd, warm sensation blooms in your chest. This whole week all you’ve felt is stressed and guilty, questioning your decision and worrying about Jungkook’s health. But Jungkook’s gratitude is liberating- you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. He turns so that he’s staring straight into your eyes.

“And I know that you were only trying to help, and I’m really thankful for that but…” He trails away awkwardly and glances downwards. “But it wasn’t your call to make.” He admits. “I know you mean well, but it’s my decision on whether to get treatment, or whether to keep working, or whether or not to be involved with this wedding. You shouldn’t have taken that choice from me.”

The truth of his words hits you like a bag of bricks and leaves you momentarily speechless. Because he has a point- even acting with his best interests in mind, he’s your co-worker. Not your friend or your family or your lover. He’s your equal business partner, capable of making adult decisions for himself. And by forcing him to go on leave, you took that choice away from him.

“As for the wedding… I won’t force you to do it or keep pestering you about it. I should have stopped when you first said no and respected that. That was wrong of me.” He says. “To be honest, I kept visiting you because I thought I could convince you. I didn’t even care how you were doing or whether you were coping- I just made all these excuses to see you so that I could convince you. And I realise now that’s a really awful way to be. You’re not just my boss or a machine that churns out people’s dream weddings. You’re a person who cares a lot about everyone she meets and I’m sorry for not recognising that.” He tells you. His cheeks are tinted slightly pink at his heartfelt confession, and your own cheeks burn too for some reason.

“The truth is… the truth is that Minah doesn’t want you to plan her wedding this much. Yeah, she liked that video of that wedding you did, but if I’d told her you said no, she would have just found someone else. It was me that was being insistent because I wanted someone on my side. You saw how I almost exposed myself at her engagement party… I felt like bringing another wedding planner into the mix is just one more person I have to hide from.” He slumps against the elevator wall and you take notice of the dark circles under his eyes, of his pale skin and his gaunt face… He’s lost even more weight since you made him take leave- earlier he was skinny but still looked healthy. Now he looks ashy and uncomfortable. At this rate he will wither away into nothing but skin and bones. Your heart aches for him again. “But when you found me… when you helped me and you didn’t tell anyone… I felt like I wasn’t alone for the first time in nearly a year. For the first time since Minah started dating Taehyung, probably. And I liked that feeling- I liked the idea of someone like you having my back. Someone who was strong and so determined that she literally built a business from the ground up, and you always call me your partner but really it was all you. And this whole thing with Minah has been so… hard. I thought… ‘maybe I could do it if she had my back.’” He squeezes his eyes shut and you notice the way a tear trickles down his cheek. His glasses nearly hide it but you’re watching him so carefully that you pick up on it.

“I’ll do it.” You don’t even realise you’ve said the words until he’s staring at you with wide, shocked eyes.

“What?” He asks. “Say that again?”

You blink, startled by your own compliance, but then you steel your gaze and make your decision.

“My brother’s a doctor who specialises in Hanahaki.” You say. “He said that if the doctors have already recommended hypnotherapy then conservative treatment probably can’t do much but it may slow the progression.” You explain. Jungkook is still staring at your with confused, round eyes. “If you promise to meet with him at least once a week for some conservative treatment and then you book in for proper treatment once the wedding is over… I’ll do it. I’ll plan her wedding.”

Jungkook’s whole face lights up and he grabs one of your hands, clasping it between your hands. His hands dwarf your own and you feel like he may break your bones with how tightly he is holding you.

“Really? You’d do that?” He asks, and the breathless excitement and relief in his voice almost makes it worth the stress that will no doubt come with agreeing.

“For you.” You clarify. “And only if you get treatment. If Namjoon tells me you’ve missed even one session, then I’m cancelling on her.” You warn. You look away awkwardly. “And I guess… if it means that much to you… you can come back to work. But you have to promise me that if you’re not feeling well you let me know, ok?”

“Deal!” Jungkook cries joyously, throwing his arms around you neck and pulling you in for a bone-crushing hug. “Thank you so much (Y/N)! This really means so much to me. Thank you.”

And it is in that moment, with Jungkook squeezing you tightly to him like you’ll get up and sprint away if he lets go, that the elevator door starts up again like it was just waiting for the two of you to come to an agreement.

And if it’s suspicious that Jin and Seri are both anxiously waiting by the elevator doors on the fifth floor when they eventually slide open and release you, then neither you nor Jungkook notice it.

You’re both too distracted by the work you have ahead of you.

#Jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook x reader #btsboulangerie #writing

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nadisabug · 4 years ago

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Ringleader

Prompt: circus AU centering around Saionji

Requested by: Anon

Fandom: SDR2 AU

Rating: G

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Saionji owned the stage every time she stepped foot on it. From head to toe, she was absolutely perfect. This circus was honestly lucky to have her.

Her act was far from simple. She wore an ornate, traditional dress, bursting with color, worked into it were pockets to hold small firecrackers and fuel for her long pipe that hung from her lips. She danced and lit firecrackers, an intricate performance, and as the finale she shot her comrade, Teruteru, off in a cannon. She was a show stopper, not a side act.

Yet, here she was, her act threatened to be cancelled.

"What do you mean it's broken?" Saionji said, venom dripping from her words.

"Uh, I mean it's broken," Kaizuchi bit back with an equal amount of sass. He threw his hands up, a metal tool waving dangerously in the air, before he slammed them down on the cannon he was currently working on.

"Be careful, bolt-brain," Saionji growled.

"Guys," Hinata sighed and stepped between the two. "Knock it off." His words were enough for Kaizuchi to swallow his retort, even in the face of Saionji's smug grin from getting the last word in.

Hinata turned to Kaizuchi. "How broken is it? Can it be ready for the show tonight?"

"Yes and no. It's really broken, but it is fixable. It's just going to take a long time."

"How long?"

"Long enough to pull pigtail's act from tonight's show."

"Then work faster!" Saionji snapped.

Hinata put a hand on her shoulder, both a threat and reassurance, then turned to Kaizuichi. "This is top priority." Kaizuchi nodded in understanding and turned back to the open panel he was working on.

Saionji wanted to stay and yell at Kaizuichi more, but the Ringleader's hand guided her away from the mechanic. She hesitated but Teruteru, who had been silent up until now, waved her off. So, she let herself be lead by Hinata.

On their walk, Saionji bitterly watched others get ready for their act for the circus show tonight. Akane was stretching under Niadai's watchful eye, preparing for the trapeze. Pekoyama was sharpening her swords for her display of swordsmanship. Even Saionji's good friend Koizumi was preparing her cameras to record tonight's show.

A show without Saionji and Teruteru.

Saionji did her best to keep quiet as Hinata took her to the ringleader's tent. Once they were inside though, that was another matter.

"You can't pull my act, we are the closer the finisher, we are the biggest part of the show you can't just pull that-"

"Saionji."

Saionji bit her lip to hold herself back from speaking. Somehow the twink could be incredibly intimidating.

"I am not pulling your act. If," he paused, emphasizing the condition. "You can find a different way to close the act."

Saionji wanted to scream to yell to ask him how the literal fuck was she supposed to come up with an alternative show in less than a couple hours, but she didn't. She knew he could easily have Pekoyama's sticks or Gundam's rats easily replace her so she kept her mouth firmly closed.

"You have until an hour before the show to tell me what it is. Otherwise..." Hinata left it hanging. She knew what he would have to do.

Saionji looked at the clock above Hinata's desk. Fuck. She only had an hour and a half until the deadline.

She was fucked.

When she left the office, she went directly to Teruteru. He was her partner and had to help her think of a good enough closer. They talked for an hour and when all seemed hopeless, Saionji stormed off to go on a walk around the circus tent to clear her mind. She had to think of something, but nothing was good enough.

Halfway through her walk, she bumped into a boy. He looked absolutely homeless. He had on a tattered green coat, his white hair was an awful mess, and his shirt looked two sizes too big. However, and most odd, he was carrying a comically large hammer.

Suddenly, the gears began turning in Saionjis head. She began thinking and all at once it clicked.

She needed that hammer.

"You. Gimmie that." Saionji stopped right in front of him.

"What?" The boy looked at Saionji, tilting his head slightly. He looked confused but Saionji didn't care.

"Give it to me." She held out her hand this time, motioning for him to hand it over.

The boy didn't respond, he only stared with wide open doe eyes.

"The hammer," she sighed. "I need it."

The boy looked down at the hammer, seeming to just remember it was there.

"Ah, this. Interesting," he mused. "Why do you need it?"

"I don't have all day," Saionji growled.

The boy smiled. "I do."

Saionji narrowed her eyes and grit her teeth. She didn't want to explain her life to this stranger but it seemed that if she wanted the hammer she would have to. "I need it for my act. I plan to launch my partner with it. Our usual closer is broken so I really need it otherwise my act is being cut."

"You work at this circus?" The boy asked and gestured to the tent.

"Duh."

"And you know the ringleader?"

"Fucking duh??" Saionji scoffed. "He's my boss and the one who's going to cut my act if you don't give me that hammer."

"Let's make a deal," the boy began. Saionji waited patiently to hear his terms. "I give you this, and you arrange a way for me to meet this ringleader."

It wasn't a particularly weird request, people wanted to join the circus all the time. Hajime had limited time but Saionji was confident in her persuasive powers.

So Saionji shrugged. "Fine, but I'm not responsible if he doesn't hire you. Our debt is settled once I get that meeting."

"Oh I don't want to join," the boy shook his head. "I just want to meet him."

Saionji scrunched her eyebrows, confused. The boy didn't seem to intend to clear it up as he handed her the hammer and bid her goodbye. So she let it drop. It wasn't her problem if Hajime had weird stalker guys. So all she did was mutter "fucking weirdo" under her breath, accept the hammer, and turn to go back to Hajime's office. She had a performance to do.

#hiyoko saionji #circus au #komaeda nagito #Hinata Hajime #kazuichi soda #teruteru hanamura

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k-llama-llama · 5 years ago

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BTS AU: 7th member

Sumi x BTS

Sumi and Sara have a bit of an awkward conflict.

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“I don’t wanna gooooo-” Sumi protested, refusing to put her shoes on.

“Noona, we’re literally like ten feet away. It’s rude not to go say hello.” Jungkook reasoned.

“I look homeless.” She crossed her arms. “How can I be a respectable Sunbae if I look homeless?”

“I didn’t say you had to be respectable. I said you had to be polite.” Jungkook crossed his arms back at her. “Shoes on.”

“No.” She stepped past him and into the hall. “You aren’t the boss of me, little boy.”

They were currently at Bighit in one of the practice rooms, running over the choreo for their latest comeback. Sumi was really struggling with this one, and while Hoseok had been amazing and helpful, she didn’t want to keep bothering him. Jungkook had stepped in and they’d been there for a few hours.

The hours of dance practice were the reason Sumi looked so bad. Her spandex shorts were fine, but her ratty t-shirt and messy hair certainly wasn’t doing her any favours. But Jungkook was still insisting that she go into the trainees class and say hello.

“I hate you.” She said a final time as she pushed open the door.

“You love me.” He gave her his best bunny smile.

The room went silent as they stepped inside, someone scrambling to shut off the music.

“Hello!” All of the trainees bowed in unison.

“Hi guys!” Sumi smiled as brightly as she could. “You’re all working hard?”

“Yes, Sunbae.” One of them, she thought his name was Soobin, nodded.

Jungkook patted the boy on the shoulder. “Well, I think you should all take a break.”

They nodded and proceeded towards their water bottles, Sumi’s gaze focused on one trainee.

Sara was the only female trainee still training at Bighit. And despite the fact that they’d never spoken, Sumi did feel sympathy for the girl. After all, at one point she’d been the only girl too. She knew how it felt to always feel like an outlier.

She walked over and sat on the floor next to the girl, smiling when Sara glanced at her nervously.

“I’ve seen some of your evaluation videos.” Sumi said kindly. “You’re really good.”

“Thank you.” Sara nodded carefully.

“I hope we can be friends, Sara.” Sumi said with a smile. “I know how it feels to be the only girl. We need to stick together against all of these boys.”

Sara shrugged. “It isn’t so bad. I’ve always kind of fit in better with guys.”

“Oh.” Sumi sat back. “That’s good, I guess. But I still hope we can be friends.”

“Of course, Sunbae.”

Despite her words, Sumi sensed that the girl wanted the conversation to be over. She excused herself, and walked over to chat with a trainee named Yeonjun, trying not to feel rebuffed.

“I learned the dance to Spring Day!” Yeonjun was gesturing with his hands. “I’d love to show you all.”

“I’d love to see it!” Sumi beamed. “I know we-”

Laughter from the other side of the room cut her off, and she turned to look. Jungkook had seated himself next to Sara, and they were laughing together. At something Sara said, Jungkook extended a fist and Sara fist bumped him. Sumi didn’t miss how a blush spread across the younger girl’s face.

“Jungkook!” She said loudly.

All eyes in the room turned to her. She swallowed, trying quickly to collect herself. “We have that meeting.”

“It’s not for two hours.”

“We need to get ready.” She said, her tone indicating that it was final.

Jungkook knew there were times when he could argue with Sumi, and times when he couldn’t. This time, he didn’t argue.

“Okay. See you, Sara.” He stood. “Good luck everyone.”

Sumi stood, giving a brief farewell to everyone and leading Jungkook back into the hall. Sara gave a timid wave to Jungkook, and Sumi was sure she saw the flash of anger in her eyes.

“What was that, Noona?” Jungkook asked once they were out of earshot.

“She likes you.” She said simply, trying to appear normal. “That Sara girl.”

“That Sara girl?” Jungkook laughed. “We used to walk to school together. I’m sure she doesn’t like me.”

“She does.” Sumi grabbed her gym bag. “You don’t like her? A pretty girl likes you and you aren’t into it?”

“Noona.” Jungkook grabbed his own bag before linking arms with Sumi. “Are you jealous?”

“No.” She said unconvincingly.

“You are.” He laughed. “Why are you jealous?”

“I’m not.” She insisted.

“Fine, if you say so.” Jungkook shook his head. “But I pinky promise, you’re the only girl for me.”

She linked pinkies with him. “You are not allowed to be in love with me, Jeon Jungkook.”

“I’m not, trust me.” He poked her side. “I’ve seen you in the morning.”

“Rude.” She pouted.

“Just kidding.” He leaned his head on her shoulder as they walked down the hallway. “You’re the prettiest Noona I’ve ever had.”

“Liar.”

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ncityofangels · 5 years ago

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Shoot Out (Mafia!AU Jooheon x fem!Reader pt.2)

a/n - Sorry this took me so damn long to write, we all know I’m shit at updating properly. Anyway, I don’t really have much to say on this one. Hope y’all enjoy. <3

Part 1 <---

Summary - You meet Jooheon on a whim during a traumatic accident in your life. You don’t know what he does for a living, but you know he’s well off. As things progress you start to doubt where all the money comes from. One night you walk in on him handling mob business and get pulled into a life of crime and treachery. Things are good for a while, you being the Bonnie to his Clyde, but soon you start to question how far would you go for the one you love?

Word Count - 1.8k

Genre - some fluff, mostly angst towards the later chapters, maybe a sprinkle of smut who knows ;)

Warnings - definitely some “vulgar” language.

The pain woke you up. The sharp sting of a wound you barely recalled receiving. You assumed someone had given you painkillers to allow the little bit of rest you had actually gotten. You awoke to a bizarre and unfamiliar landscape. A four poster bed with ivory satin sheets enveloped your body. “What the hell?” you whispered. The last thing you remembered was walking home after work down a dim avenue on your way to your apartment complex. The homeless person. An image of a battered old man asking for money flashed through your brain. That’s when you really felt the stitches holding the gash in your side from continuing to gush blood. “Damn that hurts like a bitch” you whispered to yourself again. You still couldn’t tell where exactly you were, but it was nice enough to have a fully decorated guest room, so it most definitely couldn’t be a hospital. “Stab wounds tend to do that”. You heard a voice from the corner of the room, and realized there was someone standing in the doorway. A tall man with chestnut brown hair, a broad figure and a serious expression joined you in the room, shutting the door behind him. “Who the hell are you? Where am I?” You panic, immediately jumping to the worst possible scenario you could muster. That of course being that you were sold into sex trafficking and were only ‘saved’ so you could service men. This undoubtedly was not the case but you wouldn’t figure that out until later. You could tell your sudden outburst surprised him. “Well….um….I’m Shownu. This is my boss’ house. We found you bleeding on the street...uh….we have a kind of on-site doctor here and this was closer than the hospital so…” the tall man, apparently named Shownu responded. You were still suspicious about the whole situation but you decided to drop it for now, the pain in your side once again returning. You lifted your thin shirt to reveal the large bandage taped to the side of your torso. While you observed your wound, Shownu kept talking. “I was told to tell you that since you’re a guest here you’re invited to dinner tonight. There’s a dress in the closet for you to wear, and the table is set at 6. After that, if you desire, transportation will be arranged to take you back to your apartment.” he finished, proud of himself for properly delivering the message to me. You went to tell him that dinner wouldn’t be necessary and that you wished to go home as soon as possible; however, you didn’t get a chance to reply, as the boy had already escaped the room. “I guess I don’t have much of a choice” you thought to yourself. You gently rose from the bed, making sure you didn’t irritate your laceration, making your way towards the towering wardrobe that was placed in your room. You open the wardrobe to reveal an emerald green lace cocktail dress and white stiletto heels. “You have GOT to be kidding me.” I said to myself. “They do know I literally just got stabbed, right?” I sighed. Obviously this wasn’t something I was going to be able to get out of. I began to carefully undress out of my ‘shady mansion surgeon’-issued clothes and slip into the small piece of fabric provided to me. “This is weird as fuck, but what the hell”.

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Jooheon POV

“I delivered the message, sir.” Shownu said, plopping himself down in one of Jooheon’s office chairs. The superior responded with a nod of his head, nothing more. “If I may ask boss, why exactly are we involving ourselves in this?” Shownu continued. Jooheon paused the ledgers he was working on and glanced up at his employee. “What kind of mob boss would I be if I just let an innocent bystander bleed out inside the boundaries of my empire?” Jooheon joked. In all seriousness, he knew well that she could become a liability. If word got out that there had been a murder within feet of one of his tenants shops, many friends to his ‘business’ could pull out of transactions for fear of their inventory being compromised. Murder was second nature in his line of work, but any news of a non-mafia related crime spike could jeopardize future negotiations. “Speaking of the events of last night, did you take care of the man that caused this?” Jooheon asked. Shownu raised his head, responding “I think it’s safe to say he won’t be a problem anymore”. Jooheon looked satisfied. “Good. Now I want you to do one more thing for me”.

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Y/N POV

Once you were dressed, you finally liberated yourself from the confines of your room. Shownu never told you where to go for dinner so you turned down multiple hallways and ventured down a bunch of stairwells before finally coming to what you thought may be the right place. As you explored, you noticed the beautiful rustic yet modern designs in the house. From the wooden beams extending from the floor to the ceiling, to the cozy furniture included in every room. The design of the house definitely made it feel a lot more like a home, despite the size. Once in the dining room, you sit down in one of the many chairs at the table. The food was surprisingly already served and ready to eat; however, your host had yet to arrive. “Nice of you to invite a guest to dinner and not show up” you whispered to yourself, a little irritated that you got dragged to dinner with this guy and he had the nerve to be late. “Sorry about that, I had some…..business to take care of.” A man, assumedly the host of this dinner and the owner of the house, walked towards the table from a room you had yet to see. Shit, he probably heard you make that comment. He had sleek black hair and an intimidating face, but something about him was attractive. He was wearing a black suit with a green undershirt, coincidentally matching your dress. Everything about him was contradictory. His face was serious, but in some ways very soft. Like his true demeanor was hidden behind a daunting facade. You wished you could stop analyzing every little thing about him but it’s like he had a gravitational pull. “I’m Jooheon” the man said, taking his seat at the head of the table. “I’m…” You went to respond to him but he cut you off. “I know who you are”. You guessed he’s not the most well-mannered person you’ve ever met. “How exactly do you know who I am?” you implored. “We got your purse back” He responded, stuffing his mouth with whatever food was on his plate. Alright then, not a big talker either. You slowly started to eat your food, sensing that you weren’t going to get much out of him right now. At least the alfredo you were eating tasted pretty good. As all food should when it comes from the kitchen of as grand a house as this one. “How’s the wound?” Jooheon asked, restarting whatever ‘conversation’ we had initiated before; however, you were done playing games, you wanted answers. “What made you think you could just bring me to your house and patch me up instead of taking me to the hospital? I’ve never met you before” you stated. Your question was abrupt but he maintained his composure, unshaken by your urgency. “I’m sorry the accommodations I made for you aren’t suitable enough. I remind you that I could have let you die on the street without as much as a lift of a finger, so I would appreciate a little thanks in that regard” He threw back. You were shocked. How was this man already so good at throwing things back in your face. You finished what little was left on your plate and effectively dodged the response you received from your host. “I think I’ve overstayed my welcome. If it’s not too much to ask I’d like to be taken home now.” You quickly responded. Luckily, he had finished his dinner too and was noticeably irritated with your presence. “I think that can be arranged.” He replied. “Wait by the front door. I’ll call for an escort. I hope next time we can meet on better terms, Y/N” With that final statement, he retreated back to the hallway he originally entered from. “Hopefully I won’t get so lucky” you whispered to yourself, making your way to the entrance to the estate.

Once in the car, you thought of the events of the past 24 hours. First you were mutilated by some random homeless man. That was fun. Then you were taken to this random rich man’s house to get operated on by a currently unknown surgeon. After that you had dinner with this random rich man in his luxurious home. Now you’re finally on your way home. Honestly, this was the most adventure you’d gotten in years, but you just wanted to crawl into your own bed, in your own clothes and go back to your normal life. You arrived at your apartment pretty quickly, thus making you think that you weren’t too far away to begin with. You made a mental observation of that fact and tucked it away in some filing cabinet in your brain. Once you came to a complete stop, you hopped out of the expensive car, thanked the driver and walked up to your door. You already sensed that something was off, but you didn’t realize until you let your eyes drift around the entrance to your house. The first thing you noticed as your eyes moved upward was the brand new, state-of-the-art electronic door lock that was now installed on your door. But that wasn’t all. Security Cameras. All around your complex. Your landlord was cheap as hell so you knew he didn’t buy them. “What the hell is all of this?” you whispered softly, wondering how all these gadgets found their way to your doorstep. The last thing that caught your eye was the bouquet of white roses placed on your ‘Welcome Home’ doormat. You slowly leaned down to pick up the arrangement, carefully not to jerk too much as to bother your bandage. You noticed a familiar label attached to the wrapping around the flowers. They were from one of your favorite floral shops nearby, Lily’s. As you examined the bouquet you noticed a white card dangling from one of the roses. “Let’s see who these are from” you said, delicately opening the card to reveal a short message. “Rest up. We’ll be seeing each other very soon. -J”.

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All of the asks for Lance, Clyde and Trouble

jaci I sf2g. I’m putting this under a cut because it was 18 fukin pages. just zoom in by like 10% because idk how to change my tumblr theme to increase the font size without redoing the whole thing.

1. What do they smell like?

Lance - sweat and dirt. prob some b/o in there too lmao.

Clyde - fancy cologne and vaguely of cigarettes. maybe a little booze in there too.

Trouble - a very light musk smell. not a gross musky smell, just natural ppl smell.

2. What is their voice like?

Lance - kind of a medium to deep voice, slightly gravelly.

Clyde - very smooth and dulcet. could listen to him talk for hours.

Trouble - deep, almost kind of rumbly. you can feel it in your chest when he speaks.

3. What is their biggest motivator?

Lance - survival

Clyde - power

Trouble - answers

4. What is their most embarrassing memory?

Lance - getting caught with his pants down. literally. sat down for a #2 and someone came across him and stole all his stuff rip.

Clyde - he considers most of his childhood an embarrassment. eating from dumpsters, sleeping in boxes, etc.

Trouble - he doesn’t really feel shame? he always feels justified in his actions.

5. How do they deal with/react to pain?

Lance - pretends it doesn’t hurt. OR is over dramatic and wants sympathy.

Clyde - gets angry, pays it back in double.

Trouble - ignores it.

6. What do they like to wear?

Lance - durable clothing. also no shirt.

Clyde - tailored suits

Trouble - custom armor

7. Which of their relationships have impacted them most positively?

Lance - mimiiiiii ❤❤❤❤

Clyde - hak, bruna is prob a close second tho.

Trouble - halo, though he wouldn’t know it.

8. What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten?

Lance - omg he’s eaten so much weird shit. mystery canned foods, squirrel, anything tbh.

Clyde - he’s had weird fancy shit like kalamari, escargot, etc.

Trouble - angels don’t need to eat when they’re in heaven so anything he ate would be considered “weird” lmao.

9. Describe the way that they sleep.

Lance - ugly sleep. legs splayed out, snoring, possibly drooling. major bed hog.

Clyde - silk sheets, four-post lush bed, gets plenty of beauty sleep. also he has a modified headboard for his horns lol.

Trouble - angels don’t need sleep in heaven….rip. idk if he’d even know what to do lmao.

10. What is their favorite food/kind of food?

Lance - anything fresh like fruits/veggies or “normal” meats like beef or pork

Clyde - rib-eye steak. the more expensive the better.

Trouble - he doesn’t like food loool.

11. What do they feel most insecure about?

Lance - what he’s supposed to do with his life. his main focus has always been survival and he expected to die before getting too old to defend himself, but once he gets a family he has to think about more than just his own survival. he doesn’t know how to switching from surviving to living,

Clyde - failure. he wants to separate himself from his past but it’s always there lurking in the shadows. the idea of returning to the gutter haunts him, but it also fuels him.

Trouble - whether or not he’s doing the right thing.

12. How do they like to dress?

Lance - he wears whatever is useful ((lots of pockets, easy to move in, durable)).

Clyde - dresses to the nines all the time.

Trouble - armor. when not in his heavy armor he’s in whatever he can wear under his armor.

13. How do they react to feelings of guilt?

Lance - self destructive

Clyde - outwardly destructive

Trouble - he hasn’t really experienced it. he’s very self righteous so guilt is very rare.

14. How do they react to/deal with betrayal?

Lance - he kinda expects it tbh. he knows it’s mostly a fend-for-yourself world.

Clyde - murder lmao.

Trouble - if someone betrays him he considers it blasphemy as he directly serves the will of god, and will react accordingly. ((smiting. he smites.))

15. What is their greatest achievement?

Lance - living as long as he has.

Clyde - going from a homeless orphan to a mafia boss .

Trouble - he doesn’t really feel like he’s achieved anything, he simply serves.

16. What are they like when they’ve gotten too little sleep?

Lance - complains a lot. takes any opportunity to sneak in a nap.

Clyde - short fuse, zero patience.

Trouble - confused and frustrated because he doesn’t know what it is to be tired lmao

17. What are they like when they’re drunk?

Lance - he’s an oversharer when drunk. takes a while to get drunk off low alcohol content but he doesn’t have much built up tolerance to high content.

Clyde - horny? hmao. it does take a while for him to get drunk tho, he has a high tolerance to any kind of booze.

Trouble - he does not partake in spirits.

18. What kind of music do they enjoy?

Lance - he mostly only hears live stuff so anything acoustic. a good banjo is fun.

Clyde - anything as far away from club music as possible. or lounge music. he has been overexposed to both rip.

Trouble - he likes listening to hymns when he wants to relax.

19. Are they right or left handed?

Lance - ambidextrous ((stronger in his right hand))

Clyde - right handed

Trouble - right handed

20. Fears?

Lance - losing mimi ))));

Clyde - betrayal from a high-level/trusted person

Trouble - losing connection with god

21. Favorite kind of weather?

Lance - warm days. not blistering hot but sunny with a warm breeze.

Clyde - he has a love-hate relationship with rain. he hated it growing up because he had no escape from it, but now it’s a reminder of how far he’s come.

Trouble - he’s impartial.

22. Favorite color?

Lance - green //coughmimi’seyescough

Clyde - red

Trouble - gold

23. Do they collect anything?

Lance - scars? lmao.

Clyde - body counts? lmaooo. no he likes collecting fancy liquors from foreign countries.

Trouble - not really.

24. Do they prefer either hot or cold weather more?

Lance - hot he wants to show off his bod ;)))

Clyde - he doesn’t have a big preference but he does like cold weather.

Trouble - he’s impartial.

25. What is their eye color?

Lance - hazel

Clyde - yellow

Trouble - gold

26. What is their race/ethnicity?

Lance - human

Clyde - demon? fallen angel? idk.

Trouble - angel

27. Hair color?

Lance - brown

Clyde - black

Trouble - black

28. Are they happy where they are currently?

Lance - sure. he’s alive and ((mostly)) healthy so he’s chill.

Clyde - he’s comfortable but always striving for more.

Trouble - not really? lmao. he’s in a state of personal upheaval, challenging everything he’s ever believed in.

29. Are they a morning person?

Lance - can be.

Clyde - ye

Trouble - doesn’t sleep so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

30. Sunrise or sunset?

Lance - rise

Clyde - set

Trouble - both

31. Are they more messy or more organized?

Lance - messyyyy.

Clyde - organized, tho he has other ppl to maintain it lol.

Trouble - organized.

15. What is their greatest achievement?

Lance - idk he’s pretty laid back. I guess ppl leaving things empty but it not being obvious?? idk how to explain. if he saw a jar of food that looked full but when he picked it up it was empty. like, can’t ppl just turn it over or crush it or something so others don’t get their hopes up smh.

Clyde - gossip.

Trouble - he doesn’t rlly pay attention to anything trivial enough to be a pet peeve.

33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance?

Lance - nah he’s lost so much stuff he’s learned not to attach personal significance to anything.

Clyde - he would never let anyone find out but hak kept one of his wing feathers after he had them removed because they were so badly mutilated by a rival gang leader. clyde keeps it hidden away.

Trouble - not really.

34. Least favorite food?

Lance - he’s pretty much a garbage disposal, he eats almost anything. but he doesn’t like dark greens.

Clyde - he’s not a fan of sweets tbh.

Trouble - he doesn’t like food lol.

35. Least favorite color?

Lance - dark purple

Clyde - orange

Trouble - pink

36. Least favorite smell?

Lance - skunk

Clyde - maple

Trouble - sulfur

37. When was the last time they cried?

Lance - probably the last time mimi scolded him. )):

Clyde - when he was a kid most likely.

Trouble - the last time he sat down and really contemplated what happened with his connection to his father.

38. Were they with anybody the last time they cried?

Lance - mimi

Clyde - hak maybe

Trouble - nah

39. Tell us about one of the times they got injured? [[these rlly deserve attention on their own so I’ll put a real quick summary and if anyone is curious they can ask about them]]

Lance - lance’s giant scar on his face/neck that was the result of an explosion oof.

Clyde - was tortured and his wings were mutilated beyond recovery.

Trouble - haven’t written it yet but eventually his story ends in him dying after a battle soooo. rip. ):

40. Do they have any scars?

Lance - tons. a rlly prominent one on the right side of his face/neck.

Clyde - a few here and there but he doesn’t remember what caused them. two large ones on his back from where his wings were removed.

Trouble - nah he heals.

41. Do they struggle with any mental health issues?

Lance - yeah he prob has ptsd or something but there aren’t exactly therapists to go see. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Clyde - he has a bit of a narcissistic personality.

Trouble - …abandonment issues? lol.

42. Do they have any bad habits?

Lance - he flirts a lot

Clyde - smoking :/

Trouble - believing he’s always right? everyone else would find it annoying at least lol.

43. Why might someone dislike them?

Lance - he’s so gd cocky.

Clyde - well he is a criminal lmao.

Trouble - I meeeean he did attack one of his own and start a revolution to infiltrate the throne of god soooo.

44. Why might someone love them?

Lance - idk ask mimi? lol. no but he has a good heart. :3c

Clyde - he has power and stability, he’s decisive and strong willed. also he’s hot so. ;)))

Trouble - he’s loyal, determined, and wants righteousness to prevail.

45. Do they believe in ghosts?

Lance - nah

Clyde - I mean it’s possible they exist considering there are demons and mermaids and all that.

Trouble - he knows they exist, but only temporarily.

46. Is there anyone they would trust with their lives?

Lance - mimiiii. and cocoaaaaa.

Clyde - hak. he also thinks he could trust bruna but also doesn’t want her to risk anything for him.

Trouble - god

47. Are they romantically interested in anyone?

Lance - mimi. and malikae tbh.

Clyde - brunaaaaa

Trouble - nah

48. Are they dating/married to anyone?

Lance - MIMI. they’re dating but idk if they’d ever get married? I mean in their main universe it’s kind of an outdated practice.

Clyde - idk if he’d admit to “dating” bruna, but he definitely considers it a thing lmao.

Trouble - nah

49. Do they like surprises?

Lance - hell yeah.

Clyde - doesn’t really care..

Trouble - not in the slightest.

50. When is their birthday?

Lance - he doesn’t know tbh. his mom was too far gone to really know when it happened and his abuela was off scavenging at the time. he knows it was sometime in the spring tho.

Clyde - october 30

Trouble - idk man it was 3000+ years ago no one kept track

51. How do they usually celebrate their birthday?

Lance - he doesn’t ));

Clyde - he usually keeps his schedule clear that day and spends some time with hak.

Trouble - he doesn’t.

52. Do they have any family?

Lance - his previous family was his mom and abuela. his mom died when he was still a kid and he was separated from his abuela some time later. his current family is mimi and cocoa.

Clyde - he considers hak family. eventually he’d consider bruna something like. ;))

Trouble - all the angels are his family.

53. Are they close to their family?

Lance - ye

Clyde - they’re the only people he is close to.

Trouble - very much so.

54. What is their MBTI type?

Lance - esfp

Clyde - istj

Trouble - entj

55. What is their zodiac sign?

Lance - unknown

Clyde - scorpio

Trouble - unknown

56. What Hogwarts House would they be in?

Lance - hufflepuff or gryffindor

Clyde - slytherin

Trouble - gryffindor

57. What D&D alignment are they?

Lance - true neutral or chaotic good

Clyde - chaotic neutral to lawful evil

Trouble - lawful good

58. Do they ever have nightmares? If so, what about?

Lance - he relives the event when he was separated from his abuela. he also has nightmares about being eaten by the abominations.

Clyde - sometimes. he doesn’t really remember them though, just wakes up flustered.

Trouble - nope.

59. What are their views on death?

Lance - it’s always been a part of his life. as much as he fights it it’s not because he’s afraid, it’s because he’s defiant.

Clyde - he sees death day in and day out. he’s killed enough people and seen people he knows die that he doesn’t fear it. it’s just business.

Trouble - it is part of the cycle of life. without death there could be no living.

60. What is something that they’re sure to laugh at?

Lance - someone beefing it lmao. honestly it doesn’t take much to make him laugh, he can find humor in almost anything.

Clyde - getting the upper hand on a rival.

Trouble - he’s not much of a laugher….

61. When bored, how do they pass time?

Lance - complain he’s bored lmao. uhhh he’d do anything rlly. go for a walk, throw rocks, fiddle with his bat whatever.

Clyde - find someone to entertain him.

Trouble - he doesn’t have time to be bored. he devotes every moment of his life to serving his father.

62. Do they enjoy being outside?

Lance - yes and no. shelter is nice when he needs it, but he doesn’t like being cooped up.

Clyde - not really. the city is polluted and chaotic. he’d rather be somewhere he has control.

Trouble - outside of heaven? no. outside as in out of his homestead? sure.

63. Do they have an accent?

Lance - nah

Clyde - y’know I never really thought about it, but someone commented on the webcomic that they heard his lines being spoken with “a very soft southern accent” and I could get behind that.

Trouble - I don’t think so? he speaks so rarely idk if anyone would be able to pick up on it lmao.

64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction?

Lance - “this is a trap. but also….cake.”

Clyde - uninterested.

Trouble - uninterested, verging on disgust.

65. If they knew they were going to die, what would they do/say?

Lance - he’d make mimi leave. distract her with something and go to his doom all alone. ;________;

Clyde - take as many people down with him as he could.

Trouble - he’d accept it as his father’s will and say “I’m ready.”

66. How do they feel about sex?

Lance - ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) no rlly he’s open about enjoying it. he’s happy in his polyamourous relationship and would never cheat on his partners. it can be a physical release or a way to be intimate with someone he cares for, just depends on the circumstance.

Clyde - he’s pretty casual about it tbh. he doesn’t need to be in a relationship and he’s pretty open about sleeping around/letting his “partner” sleep with whoever she wants. it’s just physical to him.

Trouble - for him sex is something you earn. he is only intimate with someone he is deeply connected to.

67. What is their sexuality?

Lance - bisexual

Clyde - heterosexual

Trouble - demisexual

68. Do they become squeamish at the sight of blood?

Lance - nah

Clyde - nope

Trouble - nu-uh

69. Is there anything that they find really gross?

Lance - rotting flesh

Clyde - begging

Trouble - sin

70. Which TV Trope(s) best describes them?

Lance - the merc

Clyde - the cold mafia boss.

Trouble - the “hero of their own story” villain

71. Do they enjoy helping people?

Lance - somewhat? at least more so than hurting them.

Clyde - nah

Trouble - he doesn’t get joy out of it but feels it’s his duty.

72. Are they allergic to anything?

Lance - nothing he’s noticed.

Clyde - does poison count? lmao.

Trouble - nah.

73. Do they have a pet?

Lance - he sort of has joint custody of cocoa I guess. only when mimi is busy tho.

Clyde - he’d prob have some sort of exotic pet tbh. black leopard or something.

Trouble - nah.

74. Are they quick to anger? What are they like when they lose their temper?

Lance - no, he’s pretty laid back. when he does lose his temper it’s quick, and he recovers pretty fast.

Clyde - depends on the circumstance. it takes a bit to get under his skin but once there he’s like a firestorm, burning everything in his wake.

Trouble - his anger is saved pretty much solely for sin and demonkind. even then he doesn’t really have a “temper,” it’s just an inherent hatred for them and anything they do.

75. How patient are they?

Lance - not very rip. his attention span is…easily disrupted lmao.

Clyde - he has a good amount of patience for things he’s working on. for anything he doesn’t deem worth his time he has 0 patience.

Trouble - I mean. he waited like 1000 years before making a move lmao. so he’s pretty patient.

76. Are they good at cooking?

Lance - a bit. mostly just like bbq/grilling,

Clyde - nah he has ppl cook for him.

Trouble - doesn’t eat.

77. Favorite insult? Do they insult people often?

Lance - calling someone a dick lmao. and yes he does insult ppl, both intentionally and unintentionally, pretty often.

Clyde - he doesn’t need to insult ppl tbh. but if he did he’d find out what rlly would hurt them. his favorite way to insult someone is to make it as personal as possible.

Trouble - nah.

78. How do they act when they’re particularly happy?

Lance - he glows lmao. he’s chipper and drips optimism. he’s one of those “if I’m in a good mood I’m gonna put everyone else in a good mood too” ppl.

Clyde - he comps drinks at the club on the house, gives out bonuses to gang members, shares the wealth so to speak.

Trouble - idk if he’s ever been really happy? rip.

79. What do they do when they learn about other people’s fears?

Lance - avoids the subject.

Clyde - uses it against them.

Trouble - either doesn’t care or criticizes them for their weakness.

80. Are they trustworthy?

Lance - for the most part. his loyalty is dependent upon the other persons.

Clyde - not really rip.

Trouble - extremely.

81. Do they try to hide their emotions? Are they good at it?

Lance - sometimes? he uses humor to mask what he’s feeling and it’s usually believable.

Clyde - oh definitely. he’s trained himself to bury anything and everything,

Trouble - emotions? what are those? lmao.

82. Do they exercise regularly?

Lance - he kinda has to rip.

Clyde - not as much as he should ((gotten a little complacent in his cushy lifestyle)) but he def keeps himself in shape.

Trouble - ye

83. Are they comfortable with the way they look?

Lance - 100% would bang his clone.

Clyde - I think occasionally he has a nostalgic feeling of loss over his wings, but otherwise he’s good with his bod.

Trouble - he doesn’t really care about looks tbh.

84. What are some physical features that they find attractive on people?

Lance - apparently he has a thing for freckles? mimi and malikae are both covered in them lmao.

Clyde - he likes currrves.

Trouble - he’s not too into physical appearances but does notice the way ppl carry themselves. he tends to gravitate towards a soft or shy manner ((speaking softly, little eye contact, slow, deliberate movements, etc.))

85. What kind of personalities do they find attractive?

Lance - he likes anyone who he can tease. someone who is flustered by his flirtations. but he also loves seeing ppl who can stand up for themselves.

Clyde - he likes spitfires. the more independent and strong willed the better.

Trouble - he likes someone who holds strong to their beliefs but isn’t aggressive about it. someone willing to lend a hand where it’s needed without wanting praise for it. quiet, sensitive, and good natured.

86. Do they like sweet foods?

Lance - sure but not on it’s own. he loves dessert.

Clyde - nah.

Trouble - nope.

87. What is their age?

Lance - about 30, he doesn’t quite remember.

Clyde - 42

Trouble - in his 3000’s

88. Are they tall or short or somewhere in between?

Lance - 6’4 // 193 cm

Clyde - 6’3 // 190 cm

Trouble - 6’3 // 190 cm without wings ~ 6’11 // 211 cm with wings

89. Do they wear glasses or contacts?

Lance - nah

Clyde - nope

Trouble - nu-uh

90. Do they consider themselves attractive?

Lance - oh he knows he’s attractive and he loves it lmao.

Clyde - yeah tho he doesn’t really care.

Trouble - not really? he doesn’t care about appearances.

91. What is their sense of humor like?

Lance - he’s the type of person who can make a joke out of anything. no matter how bad the situation he can find a way to lighten the mood.

Clyde - he has a dark sense of humor. he thinks it’s funny when people are terrified of him.

Trouble - he doesn’t have one. :/

92. What mood are they most often in?

Lance - he’s pretty laid back most of the time, slightly leaning towards a good mood.

Clyde - he’s usually pretty hard to read but most people guess he’s in a no-nonsense mood.

Trouble - he’s very stoic. generally he’s pretty neutral.

93. What kinds of things anger them?

Lance - senseless violence, especially against anyone/anything that can’t defend itself.

Clyde - plans going awry, incompetence, disrespect.

Trouble - sin.

94. Outlook on life?

Lance - mixed. he considers himself a realist so he accepts that there is suffering and injustice and he fully expects to die at any moment, but he’s not jaded from it.

Clyde - he’s fully determined to make the world his, to defy or destroy anything that stands in his way. being ruthless is the only way to get what you want.

Trouble - slowly deteriorating. both the world and his resolve.

95. What kind of things make them sad/depressed?

Lance - letting down people who depended on him.

Clyde - losing people he trusted. It’s hard for him to find anyone he trusts so losing one puts him in a tough spot.

Trouble - the silence from god. the worlds are burning and their creator says nothing.

96. What is their greatest weakness?

Lance - caring too much

Clyde - not being able to see past his own ambitions

Trouble - uncertainty

97. What is the greatest strength?

Lance - adaptability

Clyde - perseverance

Trouble - commitment

98. Something that they regret?

Lance - leaving his abuela behind.

Clyde - falling for a rival gang leader’s trap, leading to him nearly dying and getting his wings destroyed.

Trouble - attacking halo, tho it’s not until the end of his storyline that he realizes it.

99. Biggest accomplishment?

Lance - partnering with mimi :)))

Clyde - mafia boss

Trouble - helped defeat lucifer’s army in the angel rebellion.

100. [Create your own!]—-> How do u feel about kaela spending nearly 4 hours doing all these questions?

Lance - would be smug I spent so much time on him.

Clyde - would not give 2 shits.

Trouble - would call it a waste of time.

#lance #clyde #trouble #jaciopara #is2g #this took...so long

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