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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago

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From Eden: Three

Warnings: noncon sexual acts, mentions of mental illness, grieving, trauma, panic attack; tags to be added throughout series

This is dark!Bucky. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The mc suffers from agoraphobia. After a new neighbour moves in across the street, her home becomes even more of a prison.

Note: I know it’s been a while...

Thank you so much for your patience! And support!!

As always, if you are so inclined, please like, reblog, and comment. <3

Transcript:

Sunday

When Dr. Tisha and Lorena left last night, they were still angry with me. I didn’t care much as both of them lectured me again over that man. I told them the same things I had before. I don’t want to know him.

They suggested at least that I save the money I made for a day out. Lorena said it would be good for me to try to go into town and do some shopping myself, for myself. The thought made me choke but I just smiled and said, “we’ll see.”

Now I’m awake, early again. I keep hearing things in the yard. I tell myself it’s a raccoon or something else, maybe even a bat! One got in the house last year and I locked myself in the bathroom until I was brave enough to grab the broom and chase it out. Looking back, it’s sort of funny.

I looked out the window but I just saw shadows that made me nervous. The bird bath was eerie in the dark and the shed looked decrepit. I thought I saw something move along the wall but I’m sure it’s only me being tired.

I did try to go back to sleep but then I started thinking about things I haven’t thought of in a long time. About the things I told Tisha I never want to think or talk about ever again.

Then I thought about grandma and mama. Why did they have to leave me?

Later

I was in the garden when it started to rain. It started with a big crack of thunder and I almost screamed at how scary it was. It came so fast I barely got inside before I was soaked through. Then I giggled at myself as I stripped out of my muddy jeans and wet tee shirt.

When I was a kid, I used to love to dance out in the rain, or just stand and let it wash over me. When my mother died, it stormed and I sat in the downpour until I got sick. The drops hid my tears and numbed the pain of that lonely ten-year-old. I’m older now but sometimes I still feel like a kid.

I watched the sky darken through the window and the smell of the rain in the dirt was comforting. I made tea and kept watching. The sky would flash, a cacophony of awe, and I felt as if I was living in an old Hitchcockian shot. I liked to think there was a camera there to catch the perfectly framed scene, the frightening and frantic swell of the storm that reflected the suspense of the human catastrophe about to take place.

Then the horror was no longer just in my mind. I cleaned my cup and turned. As I passed through the dark hall I saw a shadow flash at the window of the door. I gasped and rushed forward to check the latch but the figure was gone. I peeked out and there was nothing.

Now I’m still awake and I think I just got carried away with my imagination. I’m watching The Wizard of Oz but the colours aren’t as bright as they used to be. At least, they don’t seem like it.

🖊

Monday

I don’t remember falling asleep. It must’ve been late, or early depending how you look at it. I woke up to the blue screen as the VCR had stopped and rewound the tape. It was still dark, the sky hungover from the wild night.

I made blueberry tea. It was too sweet after I let it steep for too long. I watched the morning birds bask in the full bird bath and slowly the sun began to shine down. It’s brighter now and I’m going to try to fix the shed window.

🖊

Tuesday

I couldn’t write anymore yesterday. Not after what happened.

I can’t.

🖊

Wednesday

On Monday, I

He was here.

I was hammering the board back into place and I hit my finger into the nail. The metal left a painful blister and my knuckle split and bled. I cried out and dropped the hammer as I held my hand and tried not to tear up.

“You alright?” he asked and I looked at him, afraid.

He was at the gate. Had he been there, watching me? I nodded and wrinkled my nose in pain. I couldn’t bend the top of my finger. I hid my hand and left the mess on the ground as I rushed to the front door to hide inside.

“Hey,” he called as I whimpered, dumbly trying to turn the handle with my hurt hand, “you’re hurt. I can help.”

I shook my head as my finger throbbed. I looked at it and cringed. It was really bad.

“I just want to help.”

“Why are you here?” I watched the door creak open and didn’t look back at him, “why are you bugging me?”

“I was just walking by and I heard you,” he said, “I know how to set your finger… or I can take you to the hospital.”

I didn’t want to go to a hospital. The thought makes my stomach hurt. I hate hospitals.

“I can deal with it.”

“You’re bleeding a lot,” he insisted and I was getting really annoyed.

“What do you care?” I don’t understand him or why he kept bothering me and hanging around my gate!

“Well, I won’t lie to you, your friend, Tisha, she told me to keep an eye on you,” he said through the bars, “so yes, I was watching you.”

“She’s not… not my friend,” I was so angry. Why would she do that!? She doesn’t even know him, I don’t know him, “she’s my doctor.”

“Can I help you with your finger? I’ll stop watching but you need to get it set and soon.”

“I don’t care. I got nine others.” I was mean and didn't care.

“Then I can call your doctor? She gave me her number in case--”

“No, no,” he couldn’t call her. She’d be mad at you and she’d make you go to the hospital, “don’t call her, please. Just… stay here.”

I went inside and with one hand, I searched under the counter for the dinged old white chest. I pulled it out by the thin metal handle and went back outside. The way he watched me made me nervous even though he was so calm.

“If I let you in, you have to leave right after,” I said as fearsomely as I could, “and this is the only time you’re ever coming in.”

“You’re shaking really bad, that must hurt,” he looked at my hand and ignored my warning.

“Do you get it!? You have to promise to leave after.”

“Sure, just let me help,” he nodded.

unlocked the gate and slowly opened it for him. We sat at the patio table as he searched through the old box of first aid gear. He took out gauze and found two straight sticks from the garden. He tested their strength and sat back down.

“Give me your hand,” he said.

I reluctantly put my hand on the table and hissed at the pain in my finger. He cleaned it carefully and I looked away as he went about his task. It hurt less not seeing it. When he finished wrapping it up, I pulled away and stood.

“Good, now go,” I pointed to the gate.

“That won’t be good for more than a day,” he stood, “I have some real splints at my house. I could come back-”

“I told you, no,” you jabbed your hand towards the gate, “out.”

He was quiet and he looked around. His jaw set as he considered the thick garden and his eyes narrowed.

“The flowers are doing good,” he said.

“Please, leave,” I begged, he was making me nervous.

I was still shaking but not from the pain. I remembered that night, it wasn’t just one, it was several, and they laughed as they stood over me. They were smaller than him, just teenagers, like me, but they still hurt me.

“Go!” I shouted, “go! Go! Go!”

He grabbed my shoulders as I began to hyperventilate. I hadn’t been so worked up in a long time and I could stop as the fit began. I chanted the word over and over as my body shook so violently and my voice became only deep and painful breaths. My chest burned so bad.

I didn’t remember what happened after that. I only remember him in my house. I was on the couch and Dr. Tisha was there too.

When I could speak again, I asked her to make him go. She ignored me and said that he helped me, that he had kept me safe by calling her.

But I saw his smile and how he looks at me. I saw the way he paced around the house and noted every inch of it. I watched him as Tisha fed me chamomile tea.

She didn’t want to leave me alone, she said. She thought I should go to the hospital for my finger and for a mental evaluation. I sucked up the panic in my chest and told her I was okay, that I remembered the exercises and it wouldn’t happen again. I could tell she didn’t really believe me.

“I’ll stay with her,” Bucky offered and my eyes rounded.

“I’ll be fine,” I told Tisha before she could respond.

“You’re not fine,” she said, “in good conscience, if you won’t go to the hospital, I need someone here to monitor you.”

“Lorena--”

“She’s off-the-clock. I can’t expect her to come here right now, she has other clients.”

I frowned and crossed my arms and crushed my injured finger, “why can’t you stay?”

“Well, I left a session for this and I have others waiting on me. I would stay if it was an option. Listen,” she sat and spoke to me like I was a child, “this man is a public servant. He is a good man, in fact, I think he’s a lot like you. Now it would be wrong of me to go into detail about his experiences but I have it on good authority that he knows better than even me what you’re going through.”

I shook my head and pouted, “I won’t hurt myself. Not again.”

“I wish I could believe you,” she said, “but recently you’ve shown some serious regression. If you keep arguing with me, I will be obligated to have you escorted to the hospital and kept for seventy-two hours...

Or Bucky can stay until Lorena comes by tomorrow and I can return.”

“I didn’t do anything. I got nervous.”

“I won’t ask again.”

“Fine, fine, he can stay,” I gave up. The thought of another hold at the hospital was enough to make me give in. I couldn’t do that again.

So Bucky stayed and I didn’t sleep. Again.

And I didn’t write and I can’t anymore. I don’t feel good.

🖊

Thursday

There’s a lot to catch up on but I don’t want to write about it. I never want to think about it again.

Bucky’s gone, Lorena and Tisha made their visit on Tuesday, and I’m fine.

I’m fine.

🖊

Friday

feel him still. He’s watching me. I know he is!

He was in my house, he slept on my couch, he walked through my halls. I smell him still and it makes me sick.

I see him through the gate, he doesn’t try to hide anymore. I called Tisha for my daily check-ins. I’m back to those again. I told her he was watching and she told me he was only concerned. She said I was exaggerating. She thinks I’m crazy!

The walls used to protect me. I used to hide behind them but now I just feel trapped.

He’s watching again. I see him through the window. He’s at the gate, his metal hand on the bar as he searches for me. I’m going away before he sees me. I’m turning out all the lights and locking the doors.

🖊

Saturday

The gate is broken again. The face of the lock fell off and one of the bars is bent through several others.

The lower hinge is busted and I found footprints in the dirt. There are tulips missing from the garden, the pink ones. I got those bulbs from grandma, her last gift to me. I’m sad.

The doors are still locked and all the curtains are closed. I can’t even turn on the TV.

Later

He was in the house! I know he was! The window to my bedroom was open and the blankets on my bed were all messed up. I woke up on the couch as I usually do. I feel asleep reading a book with only a candle. The candle was out and the pages of the book were bent.

I got up to go to the bathroom. I felt weird. My shorts were damp with sweat. The house is so hot with the windows shut. I stopped when I noticed my bedroom was open, I always closed the door.

It’s really hard to write because I’m still shaking. It wasn’t just the window or the blankets. There were pink tulips on my pillow.

I know it’s him. He’s playing a game with me, a game I don’t like.

I’m scared and I hear someone in the garden. I can’t remember if I locked my bedroom window. I was so afraid, I can’t remember.

I can’t remember.

I can’t~~

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nice-kill-tanaka · 4 years ago

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🌄Midoriya + Sick S/O🌌

Summary: Neither of you were sure how you ended up so ill, but I suppose that didn’t matter at this point. Now, like an attentive partner, this boy is doing everything he can to make you feel better. But, what happens when all you really need is your on-time med dosage and roughly 18+ hours of sleep?

A/N: Note to anyone who plans on getting to know me personally: Don’t try to take care of me when I’m sick. Food will go uneaten, drinks will go untouched, and every warm item you own will mysteriously come up missing.

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☘️Izuku Midoriya☘️

It started rather inconspicuously. A sore throat that was clearly unprovoked. You had done nothing to make your throat hurt, so your mind wandered to the next most likely possibility

You were in the beginning stages of the bitch called a cold

Thankfully, it was a Friday. So you had the weekend to get over your ailment

Immediately, your boyfriend, Izuku, notices how you haven’t been speaking as much. How your eyes had glazed over as though you were occupied with something else

So, at the end of the day, Izuku asks to take your temperature

“What the-“

“Hm? What is it?”

“102.1?! Babe, are you okay??”

As good as you can I suppose. At least, when your temperature is 👌 this close to “you should be dead” territory

Izuku’s first instinct is to usher you to your dorm and keep you there, so at least he knows where you are. Which he would’ve done had he not considered how you might’ve felt about having your autonomy ✨snatched✨ from you at a moment’s notice

Regardless of if you would’ve minded, Izuku didn’t want to assume

Come Saturday, your exterior health rapidly deteriorated

“YeAh, No, I’m FiNe.” Bro, you look/feel like shit, it’d be nice if you’d admit it 🤡

By the time you woke up from a very uncomfortable night, your dorm room felt way too stuffy to stay in all day

So, that’s the story of how you ended up crashing on a random couch on the dorm’s first floor. Equipped with nothing but a blanket, pillow, tissues, and your ratty-ass pajamas

Izuku was first to notice you leaving your room so early (You have M*neta’s old room since it doesn’t 🧚‍♀️✨exist✨🧚‍♀️ in this universe), as you live next to him by some miracle of design

And when he saw you all miserable in your little spot on the couch?

Man that shit hurted 😔👊

He could tell that you felt awful through your stagnant position and labored breathing, and guilt gnawed at him because he couldn’t just take your suffering away

He wanted to do something, anything to ease your illness

Inevitably, you heard your boyfriend’s fretful muttering, turning your head slightly to greet him with a tired half-smile

“...’Morning, Izu-chan, you sleep well?”

Izuku froze in place, answering as sweetly as he could (which, in our p.o.v., sounds like an angel coming to escort you to the afterlife)

He tried his best not to talk about himself, trying to talk about you instead. How you feel, and how he can make you feel better

You answer Izuku’s myriad of questions with endearment, flattered that he’s so concerned about you. You even politely accept his offer to get you a *dry* breakfast (despite being unsure of your ability to keep food down)

However, you are a Tired Bitch™️ and Izuku’s erratic behavior wears you down rather quickly

You’re not annoyed of course! You wouldn’t be dating Izuku if you couldn’t handle his breakneck-paced brain

But, his constant fidgeting and offers for assistance keeps you from the approximate 30+ hours of sleep you need to get over your 72 hour bug (as diagnosed by Recovery Girl)

“Did I remember to get you some water?? If you’re feeling dehydrated, I could-”

You grab Izuku’s wrist before he could scurry off again

“Izu, I appreciate the sentiment, really. But, you fretting over me so much is literally making me nauseous. I’m not asking you to leave! But...could we just...chill until this thing blows over...?”

Then, it all clicks for Izuku

Whenever he’d run to get you something, he’d always come back to you being half asleep and more peaceful than you were when he was around asking you a million questions. He almost felt stupid for realizing this so late

You didn’t need to be babied and monitored 24/7, you just needed a safe space to literally sleep it off

So, you both agreed to stay in this one spot for as long as Mr. Aizawa allowed it (He was a little more lenient since you were sick and needed to recover in the most efficient way possible)

Izuku let you lay on his chest between his legs while you were out like a light for an ungodly amount of time

And when I tell you Izuku was committed to staying in one spot? Iida, Uraraka, and Todoroki had to pry him off of you to make him eat his meals

He made this agreement to chill with you until you got better, and like hell was he going to deviate from it

In hind-sight, Izuku probably shouldn’t have had so much physical contact with you 💀

Guess who was sick for the next few days 🤡

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[🌌Take this for your travels, bud. Don’t worry about paying me or anything, everything’s on the house! Though 🍁likes🍁 and ☘️reblogs☘️ are appreciated!🌄] — Reagan

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lythea-creation · 2 years ago

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The Hunger Games Boyfriend/Girlfriend Scenarios - When They Realize They Love You

warnings: none

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Gale

Katniss is ill and therefore you and Gale decide to go hunting and give half of your prey to her

Gale and you split up as he examines his traps and you pick some berries and plants

When you return to the meeting point, Gale gets lost in your proud and relieved smile due to amount of food you have collected

He immediately mirrors your smile and praises you with a joke

When you make your way back to 12, a comfortable silence surrounds you

Gale cannot take his eyes off of you

This is the first time you and Gale are alone

He has always thought that spending time hunting together with Katniss and you was what had made him happy, the peace inside the forest and the relief of being able to provide his family with food, learning new techniques from each other and talking about so many different things

But now he notices that this was not the case

Just being silent with you, just being with you at all makes his heart flatter

Many girls at school have been interested in him over the last years and he has always turned them down

You have been with him all the time, helping him during his worst times and accepting him the way he is without expecting anything in return

He has just realized what he had taken for granted for too long

He realized that he never wanted to lose you, that you meant far more to him than he had noticed before

He wishes he could stay alone with you inside the forest forever, though he should actually hope for Katniss to get healthy soon, after all Katniss is his best friend

But you are more to him and he has just realized that

Finnick

He realizes it during his Games; that he wants to return to you

Over the last months many girls have always gathered around him, annoying him

But you have been different

You have always been kind to him, had not just looked on his outside but actually tried to get to know him

it had drawn him to you, leading to you to spend a lot of time together, trying to ignore the death stares of the other girls

You have never cared, only cared about him, his real self

Haymitch

Actually it has been love at first sight, although he only realizes later

He is going hard on you while mentoring you

At one point he yells at you so badly that you start crying and are not able to calm down

He feels guilty for making you cry like that and wonders why he has overreacted so much; the alcohol?

After a while you calm down on your own and pretend that nothing has happened, continuing your preparation for the Games

He just realizes why he has been rough to you the whole time, during your first near-death experience inside the arena

He has been scared that you would die and therefore has wanted to prepare you better than anyone else

He cares about you more than he has wanted to admit and now he has payed the prize

Instead of confessing his in his opinion strange feelings to you, he has made you cry without even apologizing

He could only hope that you would return to him and give him a second chance

Peeta

Since your first meeting he cannot not get you out of his mind

He watches you at school (not in a creepy way) and sometimes eats lunch with you

He has realized his feelings for you pretty quickly

He just cannot not pay attention to anything else but you, except his cakes as he wants to improve his skills even more for you

Johanna

She does not realize it for a while

She has noticed that something is off with her

You are always on her mind and it drives her crazy

It pisses her off that you come along with Katniss and therefore torments Katniss even more

At the Capitol she casually tries to spend as much time with you as possible

She does not understand it herself, why she is feeling like that

Finnick is her friend too, but with him she does not feel that way

She finally realizes when she talks with Katniss about the relationship of Annie and Finnick after the jabberjay attack

“Love is weird.”

Katniss

Katniss has felt a strange connection to you when your eyes met for the first time in district 11, but she brushes it off thinking it was because of Rue

As you are the victor of the 73rd Hunger Games, Katniss and you meet at the Quarter Quell again

You are a part of her alliance

Instead of protecting and worrying for Peeta like she is supposed to, Katniss catches herself looking out for you

She watches you secretly (not in a creepy way) and wants to spend time with you

The act with Peeta gets harder and harder for her

She has felt guilty before for kissing Peeta without really loving him, but now it is eating her up

She catches herself wishing to be with you instead while she watches you with Finnick

She realizes how serious her feelings are after the jabberjay attack

Peeta tries to soothe her the whole time, to no avail

When your eyes meet you approach her and she rests in your arms

The feeling of safety is the strongest she has ever felt

It feels right

When you smile comfortingly at her and stroke her cheek, she finally realizes

Cressida

You two make more video clips and therefore spend pretty much time together

You slowly but cautiously start to open up to her and tell her about your life in district 9

She is fascinated how different your life is compared to hers and starts questioning the Capitol's actions even more

You let her read some of the stories you have written, fiction inspired by your life

She is impressed by your writing style and your criticism of the society included

Over the next years you two become friends and start spending time together without filming

You even call each other when you are back in district 9

You inspire her to support the rebellion and help changing Panem like you have done in your stories

She realizes what you mean to her when the Quarter Quell is announced

She does not want you to participate in the Hunger Games again

Therefore she wants to take you to district 13 with her

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quicksilversquared · 4 years ago

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Move to Safety

After Adrien just happens to spy Nooroo in his father's office, he's sent into an panic. His father is Hawkmoth, which means that Adrien is in serious danger.

Thankfully the Dupain-Chengs are more than willing to step up to the plate and lend a helping hand.

links in the reblog

Adrien didn't know what he was going to do. He paced, he grabbed at his hair, he made a couple stabs at making plans to run away but found big, gaping holes in his plans almost immediately when he actually managed to take a half-step back and look at them again.

His father was Hawkmoth, and Adrien Was Not Dealing.

"I can't sleep here, what if he finds out about me?" Adrien asked frantically for the twenty-fifth time, carding his fingers through his hair. "Or what if he already knows? What if he suspects something and decides to put up a camera on my window? What if-"

"Okay, first of all, I do check for things like cameras and hidden microphones all the time," Plagg said loudly, cutting through Adrien's panicked fog for the first time in- well, for the first time in however many minutes it had been that Adrien had been freaking out. "There aren't any over here or any even pointed in this direction, which is a bit odd considering how often you sneak out but maybe it's because people can't really sneak in this way. Second of all- can't you move out? You were planning on doing that when you went to university anyway, right?"

Adrien nodded, then shook his head. "I'm too young to move out yet, I still have a few months before I'll even be able to sign a lease. And if I move out right away- then he'll know that something is up. It's better not to arouse any suspicions, but I don't want to be close enough for him to get any suspicions about me."

"He's had years to get suspicious about you, though," Plagg countered. "It's not like you just started being Chat Noir."

"Yeah, well, I've had years to get suspicious about him, too, and look at where we are now!"

Plagg looked. His usually picture-perfect Chosen was a frazzled mess in the middle of his room, hair sticking up oddly from him pulling at it so much. He could see where Adrien had been pacing in the carpet, the little loops scuffed more than the ones around them. Scattered pages of notes from his half-baked plans covered the top of the desk, some things circled and others crossed out (and some circled and then crossed out).

It was a somewhat unsettling picture.

"Okay, so first of all, don't let on that anything is different," Plagg said, because apparently he had to be the cool-headed thinker between the two of them now. "If you do, your father will investigate. Second of all, you have locks on your doors, right? Lock them at night."

Adrien shook his head. "It won't make a difference. Father has the keys to all of the rooms. At best, I could set an alarm so that I would wake up if someone came in, but that would be hard to do without anyone noticing. What if I set it at night, had to go out for a morning akuma attack and forgot about it, and one of the maids tried to come in? Then the alarm would go off and Father would be so confused and annoyed and would investigate and-"

Plagg watched, unimpressed. "I think pigtails is wearing off on you with the over-the-top unrealistic panic scenarios."

"They aren't unrealistic! You've seen what Father is like. Paranoid and controlling and- he's a supervillain, Plagg, it's not unrealistic for him to notice something off in the room and wonder about it and then he would try to lock me down even more while he tries to figure out what's going on and why I have an alarm system set up on the interior doors of my room."

...his Chosen had a good point. So Plagg sighed, floated down to desk level, and actually gave it some more thought.

Tikki would be so proud of him right now.

"Okay, so you'll definitely have to tell Ladybug sooner rather than later," Plagg started, because while the discovery was earth-shattering for Adrien, he still had to think like a superhero. "And then, uh..."

Yeah, so maybe he was coming up a little blank.

"Yeah, that was about as far as I got, too," Adrien said moodily, flopping down in his desk chair and spinning around. "I mean, once I turn eighteen and can rent a place, I could just escape at night and run over there to sleep. As long as I set an alarm every night, I should be able to get back here before anyone notices that I'm gone. And I would only need to buy a mattress to keep over there, at least until I move out for good. And at least I can afford it," he added. "All of the money from my modeling and commercials and all the other stuff that I've done- that's in my account, and no one can take it from me. I made sure that the account was entirely in my name last year, when I started thinking about moving out. Neither Father nor Nathalie can touch the money in there, I made sure of that."

That still left several months between now and then which- well, again, not ideal. Maybe they would defeat his father before then, since they knew where to find him now, but if they didn't...

"Lots of sleepovers with friends, maybe?" Plagg suggested weakly. Adrien laughed, then sighed.

"Yeah, I wish. I think Nino might start to wonder if I showed up at his house every night for three and a half months, though. And his parents might call Father, and I don't want that." Adrien slumped in his chair again, then straightened with a yelp when he caught sight of the time. "Oh! Crud, I'm meant to be going over to Marinette's house today so we can all hang out today. I don't want to be late for that. C'mon, Plagg, let's go!"

Adrien was undeniably, irrefutably, most definitely feeling off. And it was showing. He had lost the last three games of Mecha Strike to Nino, of all people- and he had lost badly. Thankfully his friends seemed willing enough to write it off to exhaustion from too many photoshoots instead of interrogating him on his distraction, and so Adrien got off scot-free.

That wasn't good if he was so obviously distracted, though. Nathalie would see through his squirrely behavior in an instant. She knew that he didn't have an overly loaded schedule- well, no more loaded than it usually was, at least- and she would be more likely to ask question.

He wondered if she knew about his father. She had to, right? There was no way that she could miss it when she was working in the same room as him day in and day out-

-she was Mayura, wasn't she. The thought hit Adrien like a brick wall, and he swallowed hard, feeling a little ill. His father was his family and Nathalie had been like family and they were the supervillains terrorizing Paris, the ones that he had to fight against almost every other day.

He was going to be sick.

How Adrien made it through the rest of his get-together with his friends, he didn't know. It seemed like time flashed by in an instant and then Nino and Alya were leaving, headed out the door together arm-in-arm and without a care in the world. Adrien was about to follow them- now that he was nearly eighteen, he was actually allowed to walk between Marinette's house and his own instead of having the Gorilla drive him for the few short blocks- when a slender hand slid around his wrist, stopping him before he could get more than a couple steps. Confused, Adrien blinked and turned around to see Marinette staring up at him, concern written across her face.

"Something is bothering you, isn't it?" Marinette asked, tugging Adrien gently away from the door and letting it close. "You've been off the entire time that you've been here."

Adrien tried for a smile. "It's nothing, just photoshoots-"

"You haven't had a photoshoot in three days, and you were just fine after the last one," Marinette shot back, and belatedly Adrien remembered that oh, right, Marinette had an open invitation to all of his photoshoots and knew when they were. "And if you were tired, you would have passed out on the couch while we were playing games. Instead, you were almost fidgeting out of your skin. And you suddenly got more distracted partway through- you looked like you were about to be sick."

"Start-of-summer cold?" Adrien offered up weakly. Marinette looked even less convinced, brow furrowed with concern as she gazed up at him. All of a sudden, Adrien couldn't do it anymore.

"My father is Hawkmoth," Adrien confessed in a rush, practically collapsing in on himself. "I was passing by his office today and I saw him talking to Noor- to his kwami, and it was a butterfly, and then he pulled off his necktie and was rubbing this brooch underneath it and why would he hide any jewelry if it weren't the Miraculous? And Nathalie knows, she has to, she's in the same office all day and she has to be Mayura and I'm living in the same house as two supervillains and I can't move out for a year without them getting suspicious and what am I meant to do?"

Marinette looked rather as though she had been hit by a truck, she was so surprised. Adrien winced.

...he definitely could have broken the news better. Maybe she wouldn't want to be near him now, because it would be dangerous to be near the son of a supervillain even though he wasn't a supervillain, he was a superhero, and wasn't that ironic? He had to fight against his own father.

That was really, really messed up.

Marinette's expression shifted from startled to confused, and Adrien heard her mumble "But how does he know what-?" before her grip suddenly tightened around his wrist and she turned his hand, just enough to see his ring glinting in the sun. She let a tiny oh, and suddenly Adrien knew without question that somehow she had just figured out his secret identity.

A soft thud behind them caught Adrien's attention next, and both he and Marinette swung around in time to see Mr. Dupain startle, righting his tray before another loaf of bread could fall off. His gaze returned to Adrien as soon as he had ensured that all of the bread was safe, and- okay, apparently Marinette's dad had overheard him.

He hadn't planned on letting people know, let alone this many. Marinette's family was perfectly normal and completely functional and he shouldn't be burdening them with his family's problems. But now Mr. Dupain was setting down his tray to come over and wrap Adrien up in a hug, and when had Marinette started hugging him? Adrien couldn't help but stiffen up in surprise at first, before practically collapsing into the hug.

Adrien hadn't been hugged like this for so long. Two sets of arms wrapped around him, and Marinette's hands were rubbing up and down his back. It was absolute unquestioning acceptance, and Adrien couldn't even manage to be embarrassed about the tears that he could definitely feel starting to leak down his cheeks. Marinette's cheek was pressed against his, and she clearly had no reservations about holding him close.

"Does your father know that you found out about him?" Mr. Dupain asked, pulling back but only enough so that he could see Adrien. "Or doesn't he know?"

"He doesn't know," Adrien said at once. After all, he hadn't lingered much in the atrium once he saw the kwami- Nooroo, Plagg had called him- before making a hasty (and quiet) escape to his room. In fact, he wouldn't be 100% sure of what he had seen if it weren't for the fact that Plagg had seen it, too, and had even zipped back to try to eavesdrop for a bit. "I left right away, and he wasn't facing the door. But I just- I can't believe that I've been sleeping under the same roof as a supervillain. Two supervillains, if you count Nathalie."

"You don't feel safe sleeping there anymore, do you?" Mr. Dupain asked at once. He was frowning. "I know that I wouldn't."

Adrien nodded, burying his face in Marinette's hair and trying not to sound like he was about to cry. He was pretty certain that he wasn't succeeding. Also, he was definitely getting snot all over her hair, and he would have to apologize for that later. "Yeah. I was planning on moving out once I started university, and of course I can get an apartment once I reach my birthday and then just sneak out to sleep there, but I would have to wait for that."

"And it's very possible that your landlord would still reach out to your father," Mr. Dupain said, and Adrien's head flew up in alarm to stare at him in alarm. He had only done a little research on apartments, enough to figure out that he had to legally be an adult to rent without a guardian's signature, but he had a source of income and a savings account of his own and surely that would be enough, right?

Marinette was frowning, too. "But surely if he asked the landlord not to say anything, they wouldn't?"

Her dad shook his head. "Not necessarily. I assume that you would pick something small and relatively cheap, at least for the time being," he said to Adrien, and Adrien nodded in confirmation. He didn't want to spend too much money right away, after all. "Right. Some of those landlords- well, they're not the best, to say the least. They would know that you come from money and they might try to exploit that. It's not legal, and all you would have to do to get them to back off if they were trying to push for more than what's in the lease is report it, but if something like that happens or you forget to pay on time they might go to your father, and once is all you need for him to find out."

Adrien nodded, his heart sinking.

"And frankly- Adrien, you're still a teenager. You're still a kid. You shouldn't have to be spending your money on essentials yet, and I'm not comfortable with letting you do that." Mr. Dupain glanced towards the bakery, where Mrs. Cheng was still working the front counter. "I'd have to discuss it with Sabine, of course, but- Adrien, we do have a guest room that rarely ever gets used."

Adrien's jaw was practically on the floor at the implied offer as soon as it sunk in. "I- I mean, that would be- are you sure?"

Mr. Dupain smiled, clapping Adrien on the shoulder. "You're a kind young man, Adrien. If you don't feel safe at home, we'd be more than happy to help. I will have to tell Sabine about your father, though, to convince her that we're actually helping and not just trying to steal you away from your family. Not that she would be entirely opposed to that, of course."

If it would get him a place to stay at night, that was fine. He would just have to trust that the Dupain-Chengs wouldn't get akumatized before he and Ladybug could take Hawkmoth down. "Of course."

"Good, good." Mr. Dupain gave Adrien's shoulder a squeeze before stepping back and picking up his tray of bread again. "Why don't you two head back upstairs then? If you can stay for dinner, Adrien, then maybe we can discuss how this is all going to work out?"

Adrien nodded obediently, glancing back towards Marinette. He certainly wouldn't mind staying longer- the Dupain-Cheng home was so warm and friendly, so very unlike his own- and he also had a few things that he needed to discuss with Marinette. Namely, the fact that she had figured out that he was Chat Noir.

Somehow.

Adrien's mind was racing as he and Marinette headed back upstairs. He was trying to figure out where to start. Should he try to deny her discovery? Would she even believe him if he tried? Something told him no.

"We're going to have to figure out how to time things so that your father doesn't catch on," Marinette said as she ushered Adrien back upstairs towards their living room. She sent him a sharp look. "Though I suppose that you being able to just slip in and out from your window makes things easier."

...yeah, he wasn't even going to try to deny his secret identity. Marinette hadn't phrased it as a question. She knew.

Adrien sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Ladybug wasn't going to be happy about someone finding out his secret identity, but at least- well, at least they knew Hawkmoth's identity, too, so an end to this whole fight was in sight. Hopefully. "Yeah, it makes things a lot easier. But speaking of that..."

Marinette glanced up at him. "Yes?"

"We really need to talk."

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Natural Borns - Chapter Two

AUTHOR NOTE: all right, here is chapter 2 guys! I’m really excited about the next few chapters where more characters will be introduced. This chapter is kind of a build up to that, so I apologize for not a lot of action yet. It’s a sloooow burn! And I have a new banner made by the lovely @thebannershop, check them out, they are amazing! Anyways if you like this chapter, please please please reblog so more people can see it and send me an ask or comment with your questions! I love to hear your guys’ theories about the story. Also, please be sure to read warnings at the beginning of each chapter, because they may change. Thank you for your support on this series! xx - Des

Banner made by @thebannershop Series info/genre: Angst, fluff, (possible) smut NSFW due to darker themes Pairings: ot7 x fem reader (eventual) Warnings: mentions of panic attacks & anxiety in this chapter! this series will have different trigger warnings listed for each chapter (if there are any), but as a whole, this series will include violence, mentions of depression & other mental illnesses, cursing, abuse, drugs/alcohol, some shitty medical descriptions because i am NOT a doctor, self-esteem issues, fluff, and possible smut in future chapters (but that’s undecided). i will add more warnings/tags in the future if there are any. Description: In the year 2613, over half of the world’s population are what scientists consider ‘designer babies’. YN is a small town girl who is a true natural born, someone born naturally without he help of a lab or gene splicing. Her DNA is greatly sought after, but what is she willing to do to protect it? Word count: 5.1k~

As you continued to take cautious steps, your back collided with something firm, yet not hard enough to be a tree trunk. This was softer, warmer. Human.

Before you could take off running you felt gentle, but large, hands on your shoulders. “Don’t scream, please. We aren’t here to hurt you,” a deep, yet soft voice spoke quickly. Did he just say we!? Despite the strong sense of fear you were feeling, the voice sounded sincere, comforting almost. The hands on your shoulder spun you around and you were met, face to face, with a tall and undeniably handsome man. His features were perfect, too perfect. Plush lips and small, kind eyes. No way is he a natural born. Your eyes widened in fear, and almost as if he could sense your flight response kicking in, he held his hands in front of him placatingly, “hey - hey I promise I’m not going to hurt you.” He rushed out. Did he sound - scared? He seemed almost nervous with the way his brow was furrowed, looking at you with sad eyes.

“Wh- who are you? Wh-what do you w-want?” you stuttered out, the feeling of tears prickling behind your eyes. You took another step backwards, but stumbled in the process, tripping over uneven dirt. You fell unceremoniously to the ground, huffing out a breath as you landed.

He reached his hand out, like he wanted to help, but he took a step back, as if to lessen your fear a bit. “I wanted to talk to you about that man that came to see you earlier,” he started slowly, trying to show you he meant no harm, “that’s all.” His eyes softened significantly at your nearly cowering form on the ground.

Upon the mention of Hyunwoo, your eyes snapped to the strange man’s. It was the first time you stared directly into his eyes, and really took in the man’s face. Even though his features were damn near perfect, his expression was that of pure anguish, sadness, and maybe a dash of fear. His eyes, while beautiful, were dark and he looked worn down, tired. “H-hyunwoo?” you stuttered out, blinking away hot tears.

The man’s eyes perked up upon hearing the name. “You know him?” He now looked at you with a curious expression. Slowly you nodded, shifting your eyes from his face to the ground in front of you, feeling flustered all of the sudden. You didn’t like attention to begin with, hated it in fact, but you don’t think you’ve ever had attention from someone so perfect, someone you assumed was a designer baby. The only time you’d ever even met one was when companies would send representatives to your home or school to scout you. Even then, you didn’t really get to see them this up close.

The stranger hesitated for a second, seemingly thinking something over, before kneeling down in front of you. He reached a hand out in view of your face, causing you to eye it warrily. He could see that you were about to cry, could see the scrapes on the palms of your hands, but he didn’t want you to think he was pitying you. Didn’t want you to think he thought less of you for any reason. Didn’t want to seem intimidating in any way. His offer was a silent one, an unspoken concern of; let me help.

With unshed tears clouding your vision, you placed your shaky hand in his strong one. What he did next surprised you. Instead of pulling you to your feet, which your muscles had already prepared for, he kneeled down in front of you and turned your hand over, inspecting the scrapes you didn’t even realize you had. “Will you let my friend clean your hands up?” He asked softly.

“I- I don’t” you trailed off, looking between this stranger and the peach trees off to your side. Was there someone else here? He did say we. What is going on? There were so many thoughts running through your head you couldn’t process them all at once. “Wh-what is going on?” You asked, bottom lip wobbling.

The stranger's eyes never left your while you spoke, but at your question he looked behind you and nodded briefly. “My name is Namjoon,” he said simply, a soft smile playing at his lips, kindness in his dark eyes.

You felt a presence at your right, causing you to startle quite violently. You turned quickly to look at the person approaching you only to meet eyes with probably the most beautiful human you’ve ever seen. He was tall, like Namjoon as you now knew him, and had even plumper lips than him. His shoulders were so broad, when you looked up at him he was completely blocking the sun from your view. As you looked up at him, he wore a shocked and almost embarrassed look on his face. “I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to-to scare you,” he stuttered out as he sat cross legged on your side. He seemed almost abashed. You almost forgot that you were holding Namjoon’s hand until he passed it over to the newcomer. “I’m Seokjin, but you can call me Jin, for short.” He smiled at you, a warm smile, one that made you feel like you were safe with him. Seokjin took your hand in his before reaching into a backpack you didn’t realize he had been carrying. The backpack was brown leather and looked expensive, only supporting your theory that these men were definitely not from around here, and definitely weren’t natural borns.

“What - what are you doing here?” You asked, a fraction less frazzled than before with the soft way Seokjin is handling you. You felt him gently caress the back of your hand with his thumb as he cleaned the scrape on your palm. It stung slightly, but you were more worried about getting answers. “Why are you here?” It came out harsher than you intended, but your anxiety was skyrocketing at the moment.

Namjoon heaved a sigh, finally giving in to the pressure on his knees and sat down in the dirt directly in front of you. Now, all three of you were sitting in a little circle under one of the heavily blossoming peach trees, oranges and pinks surrounding you. “We wanted to talk to you about Hyunwoo,” Namjoon started, “We wanted to warn you.”

You don’t think Namjoon could’ve sounded anymore ominous with that statement. “Warn me? What do you mean?” You were starting to panic a little, jostling in Seokjin’s gentle hold. He loosened his grip on your wrist so you wouldn’t accidentally hurt yourself.

“Do you trust me?” Namjoon asked suddenly. You cocked your head to the side and narrowed your eyes slightly at him. Did you? Your brain was screaming at you to tell him no, stand up, and run in the direction of your father’s shed. But something else inside you was telling you to stay right where you are, listen to what he has to say. To trust him.

“I- I’m not sure..” you trailed off, looking briefly at Seokjin who had just finished bandaging your hand and was politely waiting for you to hand him your other one. You obliged to his silent request, awkwardly reaching your left arm across your body. You definitely felt like you could trust Jin in this moment and you think he must be a mind reader because he suddenly speaks up.

“Do you know who Hyunwoo is?” he asked, still smiling slightly at you. He had such a calming aura surrounding him. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding before answering his question.

“I just know he’s my father’s old classmate,” you started, looking between Jin and Namjoon hesitantly, “he came by early this morning. I just assumed he was from another company that wants to buy my DNA. Isn’t that why you’re here?”

Namjoon was quick to butt in, “No!” he said loudly before realizing his mistake when you flinched. He looked annoyed with himself as he started again, “No, no of course not. We’re just like you…” he said with uncertainty, realizing you never spoke your name.

“YN”, you said quickly, wanting to hear what Namjoon had to say and not thinking about the repercussions of giving your name to strangers.

“YN,” he said slowly, the side of his lips quirked up. Dimples. Cute. His dimples made him look slightly less intimidating in that moment. “YN, we’re exactly like you and we wanted to warn you about Hyunwoo and the company he works for.” The smirk quickly disappeared from his features, replaced only with concern.

“What do you mean ‘exactly like me’?” You were confused. You’ve never met anyone ‘exactly like you’, as Namjoon had put it.

Seokjin finished bandaging your left hand and was repacking his backpack as he spoke, “We’re natural borns, and we aren’t the only ones,” he said as he zipped up his bag. You let out a laugh against your will, slapping your hand over your mouth, wide eyes looking up at the two men. Seokjin silently chuckled and you momentarily thought it was the prettiest sight you’ve ever seen. Perfectly straight, white teeth on display as his eyes crinkled in laughter. You definitely didn’t believe him after seeing that.

“There’s no way you- both of you- are natural borns,” you said incredulously after removing your hand from your mouth.

It was Namjoon’s turn to laugh, letting out a dry laugh, “YN, are you a natural born?”

Your mouth snapped shut and your wide eyes turned to look at Namjoon. “Y-yes.” You murmured. You still weren’t sure why exactly they were here, but they must have known that already.

“Then why do you think it’s impossible for us to be natural borns, when you’re sitting right here?”

Was he trying to flatter you? Your cheeks flushed as you looked down at the ground. “I’m nothing special,” you said shyly, not looking either of them in the eye. “I’m just me.”

Namjoon and Seokjin shared a knowing look that you missed. “YN - you’re not normal. You have to know that. Why else do you think companies like Hyunwoo’s won't leave you alone?” You knew there was something different about you. You’ve been told your whole life that you were beautiful, remarkable, even, but mostly by those designer baby companies, and not people whose opinions you actually cared about. Growing up you had been bullied, messed with, told you weren't worth it. Eventually those comments will get to anyone.

You shook your head lightly at Namjoon’s comment. “Don’t try and flatter me, it won't work.” You had a momentary burst of bravery as you folded your arms over your chest and looked Namjoon in the eye.

“I’m not trying to flatter you. We’re here to warn you, that’s all. Maybe get to know you, and let you get to know us. It’s hard being alone, we know that all too well,” Namjoon spoke slowly, almost as if he was afraid you would bolt.

“How do you know what it’s like to be alone?” You didn’t mean to sound so rude and judgemental, but it was hard for you to imagine these two handsome men ever having to face hardships in their lives. They probably grew up in big cities, had lots of friends.

“Most of us went through, or are going through the same thing you’re going through right now. I can guess that you probably don’t have many friends. Been used for your looks on more than one occasion, and I can tell that you have pretty shitty self-esteem from the little bit I’ve gotten to know you.” Namjoon said, nonchalantly as if he’s known you your whole life.

You huffed a little bit, blowing some of the hair that had fallen in front of your face. “You don’t know me.”

Namjoon let out another laugh, except this time his perfect teeth and cute dimples were on full display. “Stubborn, too.”

Seokjin smiled at this, looking at you before standing up to his full height. He looked more intimidating up there, but he offered you his hand, pulling you gently to your feet. “Be careful with your hands, they should heal up in a couple days.” You nodded shyly at him before letting go of his large hand.

“Will you let us explain why we’re here? Maybe somewhere,” Namjoon glanced over at your home and father’s shed in the distance, “where we won't be interrupted?”

You have never been one to talk to strangers, always on edge, wary of crowds and people. But something was telling you to go with Namjoon, find somewhere to talk, and you knew the perfect place.

You led Namjoon and Seokjin through your family's orchard and off the west side of your property line. Just past your land, there was a denser conifer forest, filled with thick shrubs and oak trees that led to a small stream downhill. You knew the forest like the back of your hand, having lived in your small house your entire life. One of your favorite places to be was by this stream, but you hadn’t been out here in years, too busy with the farm since becoming an adult.

“It’s beautiful out here,” Seokjin stated, hands gripping his backpack straps that surrounded his broad shoulders, “do you come out here often?”

You stifled a laugh. It sounded like a cheesy pickup line you would hear in one of the dramas your mom watched. “I used to,” you began, looking around and taking in the scenery. The stream was flowing quickly, a sign that rain had fallen recently. You could hear the buzzing of insects that came with the summer heat and humidity, “I haven’t in a while though.”

Seokjin nodded his head, not prodding any further. He looked up at the canopy, only to see thick leaves and pine that completely covered the forest ground from the sun. Along the edges of the small stream were river stones, some nearly completely covered in moss. The fast tinkling of the water over the rocks was soothing, you almost forgot how much you loved it here. You took in a deep breath, allowing the smells of fresh pine and dirt to enter your nose.

“Will your parents be wondering where you are?” Namjoon asked as he sat down on a rock crossing one leg over the other.

You shook your head quickly, “Mom’s at the market, she won't be back for a while. Dad’s working in his shed, he-” you started, but quickly stopped. You weren’t sure how much you should share with these strange men, “he won’t be looking for me,” you conceded.

Namjoon nodded in acknowledgement before beginning, “You probably have a lot of questions for us, so I’ll keep this quick,” as he spoke you watched Seokjin set his bag down next to Namjoon and walk over to the edge of the water. He cupped his hands together and gathered some water in his hands, splashing it over his face. You watched him curiously before turning your attention back to Namjoon. “Like we told you, we’re natural borns. True natural borns, and like you, we’re different.”

You weren’t entirely sure what he meant by ‘different’. Sure, you knew you looked different from what most natural borns looked like. Your nose was a bit sharper, cheek bones a little higher, lips a little fuller, but you didn’t think you looked much different than what designer babies looked like. You didn’t think you were unique or special in any way. “I- I don’t feel different,” you said, instinctively reaching your hands out in front of you, turning them over and looking at them.

Namjoon laughed, like a full belly laugh, at your movements. You couldn’t quite hear over the sound of his laughter, but you swear you heard Jin mutter ‘cute’ from the stream.

After his laughter subsided a bit, Namjoon patted the rock next to him, gesturing for you to sit down. You reluctantly sat, still unsure if you should trust these two. “Well, what do you know about yourself?”

It was an odd question. One you weren’t sure how to answer. “Uh- um, I mean I’m YLN YN, I’m 23. I never went to college, never left my home town. I know I look a little different from most natural borns, but uh, that’s all I guess.”

“And your parents?” Namjoon supplied when he realized you weren’t going to continue.

“What about my parents?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“What do you know about your parents?” His eyes narrowed slightly when he asked, almost like he was testing you. Does he know something you don’t?

“They-they’re both natural borns. From this town. My dad’s parents owned our peach farm before they passed away. It’s been in our family for a long time.” You shrugged your shoulders a little bit, shaking your head. You weren’t sure what Namjoon was getting at.

“Are you sure?” As Namjoon asked the question, you heard - and felt - Seokjin splash water on him from behind you, getting you a little wet in the process. Namjoon made a sound of surprise as he turned around quickly to glare at the other man. “What was that for?”

“Leave her be, Joon,” he scolded gently. He really did seem like a motherly type, taking care of others and keeping them in line.

“What do you mean, ‘am I sure’?” You asked, a little defensively, squaring your shoulders and turning your entire body towards Namjoon. You could hear Seokjin’s sigh behind you as he turned his attention back to the stream.

“Look, we don’t have all the answers, but we have our own personal experiences,” Namjoon let out a heavy breath before continuing, “I grew up in Ilsan in a small community of natural borns. I was approached by designer baby companies starting when I was in middle school. I realized something was different about me when they wouldn��t leave me alone by the time I graduated high school.”

Your defensive stance softened a bit at his story. You couldn’t help but compare the words he was saying with your own experiences. “When I was about to graduate, that man that came to your house, you called him Hyunwoo?” You nodded at his question, “He came to make my mother an offer. Told her that they would pay her over a million won for me. He told her that I would be taken care of, that they just wanted my DNA.” He looked behind him at Seokjin as he told his story. Jin was sitting now, back leaned up against a large boulder. He had his knees at his chest, playing with one of his shoelaces. You guessed he must be at least a few years older than you, but he looked so childlike right now. If what Namjoon is telling you is true, they must have been through a lot. “My mother agreed. I don’t blame her, I really don’t. He made it seem like everything would be fine, that I would finish high school while in their care and my college would be paid for,” Namjoon let out a dry chuckle, “they told her I’d be with them for 3 months, 6 max.” He had a glazed look in his eyes as he stared at a tree off in the distance. You focused on his face in this moment, and you could see his pain, sadness, grief, even. You could tell this man before you was extremely intelligent. He had hidden these emotions so well earlier, he wore a mask. You felt bad for him, and your empathetic side was hurting for him. “I was there for years. They experimented on me, poked me with needles, deprived me of food. What I went through there, YN - I- I can’t let happen to anyone else,” he looked you directly in the eye as he continued, “that’s why we came here. To help you.”

A look of realization took over your face, eyes widening. “They want to take me? Bu-but my parents would never let that happen. They - they’ve always protected me!” You knew your parents had gone to great lengths to make sure you were never poached by companies, always turning down offers for large sums of money in exchange for you.

“YN, have you ever seen that man - Hyunwoo - before today?” You shook your head no quickly, “But you said your father has known him for years?” You shook your head yes this time, only more slowly, afraid of Namjoon’s next words, “Why do you think he’s showing up now? Why do you think your father has never mentioned him before?”

Your father’s stiff shoulders and your mother’s look of uncertainty from this morning flashed through your mind briefly. “I- no. Th-they wouldn’t lie to me.” Your voice was quiet, almost too soft for Namjoon to hear. You startled violently, hand over your chest as you felt Seokjin’s warm arm swing around your shoulders. You hadn’t heard him even get up from his rock. You felt him jump slightly at your movement. You made a mental note that he must scare easily, like you.

“We didn’t come here to frighten you, or to turn you against your parents. We came here to warn you, to let you know what that man is capable of.” Seokjin said calmly, dark eyes boring into your own.

“YN, we were both taken by Hyunwoo, and his company, Big Hit Pharmaceuticals. Kidnapped. We both went through things no one should ever have to endure, and more natural borns just like us, like you, are going through it right now. Some of them are our friends, our brothers. We don’t want this to happen to anyone else.” Namjoon finished somberly, a sad smile on his face as he looked at you, waiting for you to react.

Big Hit Pharmaceuticals… Why did that name sound so familiar? You furrowed your brow as you thought back. Where have you heard that name before? You were snapped out of your reverie as Seokjin spoke up, “We live and travel together, Namjoon, myself, and three others. All natural borns, all running from Big Hit,” Jin took his arm from around your shoulders and reached down to grab one of the hands you had placed in your lap, nervously picking at your fingernails. He intertwined his fingers with yours, silently scolding your nervous tick. “We want to help you, YN. If you’ll let us.”

You quickly pulled your hand away from Jin, feeling apologetic, but unable to express it at the moment. You missed the look of understanding on Seokjin’s face as your eyes focused on your feet. You were starting to feel the familiar sense of panic swell in your chest. Your breathing was getting quicker, you could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears, it was like all your blood left your body and was swirling in your head. You haven’t had a panic attack in years, usually only occurring in large crowds. But the thought of leaving your parents, of being taken away by Hyunwoo, even going somewhere with these men sitting next to you, was too much for you to handle. You clutched your hand to your chest, as if that would ease the tension within it.

Seokjin immediately took notice of your stress and wrapped his strong arms around your tiny frame. At first you were shocked to have a stranger's arms around you, but when your wide, scared eyes met his, all you saw was compassion and care. Your breathing started to slow as Jin squeezed even tighter around your body. It was an awkward hug, with both of you sitting sideways on a too small rock, but it was comforting nonetheless. It was strange to you, that Seokjin knew exactly how to help, but you shouldn’t have been surprised. His calm and comforting nature should have told you as much. Namjoon watched on with a worried expression, afraid that you would push away Jin’s act of comfort, but you didn’t. He didn’t expect you to actually start to calm down. Leave it to Jin to know exactly what to do.

As your breathing started to return to normal, Jin’s hold on you loosened. As your mind returned to a normal state, your thoughts did as well. You needed to get out of here, away from Namjoon and Seokjin. They were comforting, sure. But you weren’t sure if you totally believed them yet. You needed answers, needed to feel safe and secure in your home. You still felt safe there, right? Yes, yes. Of course you did. You physically shook the thoughts from your head and Jin removed himself from you completely.

“I need to go home,” you uttered quickly, “I need to get out of here.” You went to stand up, but Namjoon beat you to it, standing above you with a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Wait, please-” he started but you cut him off.

“I don’t know you!” You half-screamed, then lowering your voice again, arms gesturing frantically as you spoke, “I- I don’t know you, I’m sorry. I believe you - I do - but I need to figure some things out. I need to talk to my parents, my friends.” You could feel yourself panicking again, and as you’ve come to expect from Jin’s comforting presence, he was once again there rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back.

Namjoon pulled his hand back as if you had burned him, causing your gaze to fall upon him, a regretful look on his face. “It’s ok YN, we understand,” it was Jin who was speaking now, a soft smile on his plush lips, “I’ll give you my number and if you need anything, you can reach us. Is that ok with you?” He spoke so gently, you could do nothing but nod slowly at him, lips pursed in a thin line. You supposed taking his number wouldn’t hurt. Maybe you could speak with your parents and get some more answers from Seokjin later. You fished your phone out of your pocket, noticing the missed messages from your group chat, and handed it to Jin, which he gently took. His eyes darted back and forth between your two, looking for any resistance in your face, searching for any hesitation. When he found none, he turned his gaze to your phone and began typing.

“Please be safe, YN,” Namjoon spoke quietly. He sounded defeated, and for some reason it caused your heart to drop. Why did you care so much what this man thought? “Please,” he finished curtly.

Jin handed back your phone after a moment and went to grab his backpack, rising from his seat on the rock. He took a few steps towards Namjoon before stopping and turning his body halfway towards you. “You call me, or text me, if you need anything,” Jin started, slinging his backpack onto his shoulders, “I mean it.”

You nodded your head, yet remained seated on the rock. “Where are you going to go?” You asked before you could stop yourself.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow at your question, “We’ll be around. Not too far. If you need us we can get to you quickly.”

You didn’t realize that was the answer you were looking for, but when he gave it, you felt… relief? You weren’t sure why you felt this way, but you suddenly felt a little lighter. You nodded your head again, looking between Namjoon and Seokjin.

Namjoon worried his bottom lip between his teeth and hesitated like he had something to say, but thought better of it, before giving you a curt nod and turning around. Jin offered the same type of nod, turning and placing his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. As they started to walk away, you could hear them murmuring quietly, but couldn’t make out the words over the babbling of the stream behind you. You watched as the pair walked through the dense forest and you idly wondered if they had been here before. They seemed to know where they were going at least, and you found an odd comfort in that fact. As they disappeared into the thick of the forest, you let out a breath you didn’t notice you’d been holding.

You suddenly felt exhausted. Mentally, physically, and most of all, emotionally. You just absorbed so much information and you didn’t know what to do with most of it. The first thing your brain unpacked was: there are others like you. You’ve always felt alone, isolated from other natural borns, but you never thought anything about you was special, per se. But after meeting Namjoon and Seokjin, if you truly were like them, they definitely were something special, at least based on their appearance alone.

The second thing you tried to come to terms with, was the fact that if you were indeed different, and like these two men, that meant Hyunwoo and Big Hit Pharmaceuticals were possibly going to attempt to take you, or buy you, from your parents. But this just caused more questions to form. Were your parents keeping something from you? The question Namjoon asked you earlier flashed through your mind.

Are you sure?

What did he mean by that? You need to talk to your parents, and soon. Maybe they knew something about what made you different. Why these companies wanted your, and others apparently, DNA.

You were so lost in your thoughts that your brain was just barely registering the fact that you could potentially be in danger. Namjoon and Jin both just told you they were essentially kidnapped and held against their will by this company, and you were sitting out in the middle of the forest, alone. This kicked you into high gear, standing up from the rock and looking in all directions. Seeing that you were completely alone should have calmed your anxiety, but all it did was make it worse. You needed to get home, and fast.

You took off running through the dense forest in the direction of your farm. Bare feet hitting the ground rapidly, twigs snapping and forest debris crunching under your weight. Pushing through the pain, you ran as fast as your legs would take you until you reached the edge of the forest, light finally shining through a gap in the trees. As you reached a clearing of brush, you could make out your home in the distance, past the orchard. You stopped running for a moment, feeling relief at the sight of your home. You looked on carefully, standing half hidden behind a tree, chest heaving from the physical exertion, trying to catch your breath. Squinting, you cocked your head to the side as you caught sight of something, or someone, in your driveway. There, in front of your house, was your father.

And Hyunwoo.

To be continued...

A/N: What do you guys think YN is going to do!? Super excited for the next chapters, where we will meet the rest of the group! Let me know what you think, as always if you want to be added to the taglist please follow me and comment or send me an ask!

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fearfulkittenwrites · 4 years ago

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Nighmares/Hallucinations

Word count: 1353

Notes: Hello! I don't have much to say except that I hope the anon likes it bc I think I might have taken the request a little too freely, and I'm sorry. I just couldn't write anything other than this, for some reason I just scrapped everything bc it sounded horrible. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

(This is a fill for @3ambird‘s batfam bingo!)

Duke found himself staring at the ceiling again. His heart was no longer racing, but he wouldn’t exactly say that he was calm either. This is the moment after the end of a race you lost, when all of the adrenaline is starting to wear off and the hopelessness sets in. That’s it. You’re out of the competition, buddy.

Except that this isn’t a race, and Duke hasn’t just lost his spot for the finals. He had simply lost sleep.

He gets up, silently opening the door so as not to wake anyone up. As he walks through the hallway, he raises an eyebrow when he finds a sleepy (and now paralized) Damian with a hand on Dick’s doorknob.

“Say a word, and I’ll cut off your tongue, Thomas.” He whispers threateningly.

Duke puts his hands up and pretends he’s zipping his mouth up. Damian nods and slides into the room.

Duke keeps walking heading out for the balcony in the living room of the second floor. It was always so bright, illuminated by the stars and the moon, and he didn’t even need to turn on any lights in clearer nights such as this one. It really was a pity that this sky was only visible in the outskirts of Gotham. The people here suffer so much, it would be only fair the sky would be able to bring them some comfort before bed, but just as everything else, it seemed to be a privilege for the richest.

“Hey,” Jason greets Duke from the edge of the balcony, startling the boy a little “What are you doing up, punk?” He smirks.

“Could ask you the same question.” Duke shoots back, leaning forward against the handrails.

“Yeah, but I asked you first.” Jason says, laughing. The smell of his minty gum hits Duke’s face hard, almost making him sick.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He shrugs.

“That’s a bit clear.” Jason laughs again, and more of the gum’s minty scent flows through the air. Duke takes a step back.

“God Jason, what’s with the dreadful gum?”

“Don’t like it?” He smiles, blowing in the teen’s direction. He laughs as Duke fans his breath away.

“No. It’s making me sick.” He frowns.

“Well, sorry, but I really can’t help it.” He raises his shoulders “I’m trying to quit smoking again. This is better than cigar smoke, I’m sure.”

“Actually, yes.” Duke raises his eyebrows “And I’m happy for you.”

“Yeah, well, I died once and it was dreadful enough.” Jason shrugs “If I’m gonna die again, I just hope it’s not from lung cancer or a heart attack. Besides, I don’t wanna risk the one good part of me if y’know what I’m saying.” He exaggeratedly winks and points down at his crotch.

Duke laughs, rubbing his face at the nonsense.

“But you didn’t answer my question, not really.” Jason tries again “What’s keeping you up?”

“What do you care?” Duke smiles, but he’s a bit confused. Jason frowns.

“You’re my brother.” He says “What do you mean ‘What do I care’, is Dick the only one allowed to be caring in this house now?”

“I guess not.” Duke raises an eyebrow “I just never took you for the type to want to chit chat at four in the morning.” Jason stares at him blankly, annoyed “Alright, alright!” He puts his hands up “I’ve been having some pretty bad nightmares since the last time with Scarecrow, that’s all.”

“Ah, I get it.” Jason nods, supporting his weight on the handrails as he looks up to the starry sky “I’m always having my fair share of nightmares too.” He pauses to chew at his gum for a while, considering his next words “I guess this is where I should say it gets better, right?”

Duke chuckles.

“Yeah, probably.”

“Well, I can’t.” Jason hunches over, eyes dropping to the pale green grass lit by the moonlight “I don’t think I need to lie about this to you, kid.”

“You’re not that much older than me.” Duke complains “But yeah, I don’t think you do.”

“It’s enough of a difference for me.” Jason smirks at the boy “And in all honesty, I’ve never really been as good as Dick with the comforting talks.” He directs his gaze to the horizon, and God knows where his eyes are focusing right now “The thing is, when we live the way we do, we all get a little fucked up, for good. If nightmares are what we have to deal with, then, hell, I think we have it easy.” Jason spits his gum out, somehow hitting the trash can under them perfectly. He sighs again “Tim has panic attacks sometimes. Cass never learned how to read and still has problems communicating. Dick seems positive and productive to an outsider, but he struggles with anxiety and God knows how many other undiagnosed mental illnesses. Damian clearly has PTSD, even if he refuses to talk about it.” Jason shrugged.

“Well, I can’t assume that him dying could’ve been any easier.” Duke says. Jason huffs out a sad laugh.

“No. I mean, yeah, but also, no.” Duke frowns at the comment “He grew up in the League of Assassins. You weren’t here before, but you had to be blind not to see it.”

“Fair enough.” Duke says “But man, please don’t act as if you’re not just as fucked up, if not more.”

“I guess so.” He shrugs again “I just think I know how to hide it a bit better.” He pulls out the gum box, analyzing it “Or at least I used to.” Jason pulls out another gum and pops it in his mouth.

“You never really did.” Duek replies softly “You just went away so no one would see it.”

Jason bites the insides of his mouth for a moment.

“It’s not like anyone would want to see it, or even be able to help me.” Duke wants to say something, wants to yell at Jason and say that they love him very much, but he knows he’s right, to some extent. Everyone was a bit too fucked up to be able to pick him up properly “So you know... Roy and Kory... helped. As much as they could. Bizarro and Artemis too.” He chews a bit, eyes fixated on the trash can “I didn’t... completely give up on myself. I just... y’know, you can’t find everything at home.” He shakes his head for a moment “God, I’m supposed to be helping you... forget it, I’m not even making any sense.”

“No, you’re making perfect sense.” Duke says “And I’m not a child. You’re awake too, and I bet it must have something to do with your own nightmares.” He smiles softly “We can help each other.”

“Yeah, sure.” Jason looks at him again, smiling.

There’s a weird silence for a moment. Neither of them want to talk about it, and both of them know it.

“I’m... I’m really glad you’re here.” Jason starts, eyes fixated on the horizon again “I know I don’t always show it but I really am happy to call you my brother. It’s... a refreshing change of pace from all of those idiots.” He laughs, mostly to try and dissipate the feeling that he gets whenever he’s baring his heart. Duke laughs with him.

“Thank you.” He says “I’m happy to call you brother too.”

“Okay, come here.” Jason smiles, pulling Duke into what starts out as an awkward and overtly heterossexual hug.

But then both of them realize that they are alone. There’s no one there to judge. And Duke leans into his brother, pressing his chin on Jason’s shoulder as the older man allows himself to pull him closer, resting his cheek on the top of Duke’s head.

“I love you, man.” Jason says “And life is too short for me not to say it.”

“I love you too.” Duke replies “And yes, but please stretch it out for as long as you can. It’d be painful to live on a planet that doesn’t have Jason Todd and his trademark awful minty breath on my face.”

Hey! If you liked this, consider rebloging, pretty please? It helps spreading my work so more people can read it, as oposed to the notes. Regardless, thank you for reading, I hope you liked it!

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 5 years ago

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hey hey you yeah, I don’t like your girl(boy)friend

summary: The Daily Bulge publishes a not so good article of Spider-man with Black Cat, y/n is pissed because that’s her boyfriend not only flirting but not catching her, so she decides to take matters into her own hands but it’s not that easy, because I mean Felicia is…well you will see.

word count: 4.3 k

author’s note: This was supposed to go one way, hence the title but the 20% of bi in me changed it once I saw like a one hour video of Felicia Hardy, AKA Black Cat on the PS4 game. I mean DAMN girl’s got game. Anyway, like and reblog and leave me requests like whatever you want and I DON’T KNOW HOW THE HELL THOSE TAG LIST WORK but I'm just going to try and do it. There’s going to be a few mistakes that ill be correcting them once I’m not burned out of this story since I wrote it like in record time. Love, -J.

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“What is this?”, you place your phone in front of Peter’s face who was laying down in the living room of the Avengers Compound.

He had been training with Bucky and had actually gotten his ass kicked by him since Bucky had gotten a new vibranium arm from T’Challa and Shuri, he was even stronger which annoyed Peter. Plus, he was already a trained assassin which made it difficult but with a vibranium arm? Nearly impossible.

“What?” Peter asked as his eyes fluttered open, he didn’t even know what he had to see since you had plastered the phone too close to his face.

And then they focused:

THE DAILY BULGE: Spider-man in a relationship with Black Cat, the same one who has been *terrorizing* New York the last few months. We request NYPD to investigate this romantic relationship or alliance.

Peter’s eyes opened like plates as he scrolled down and found attached to the article a rather… racy photo of him and Black Cat. Black Cat had Peter against a wall from a random rooftop in Queens, her arms were around his neck and her knee was between his legs really close to… well. It didn’t look good.

Fuck, Peter thought.

“Care to explain why my boyfriend is having a make-out session in a dark rooftop with Black Cat?”, you asked as you glared down at him. “Who, coincidentally, we have never even gotten this close to catch her for like a month?”

Peter sighed as he stood up and took a hold of your hand.

“Y/N, you know that it’s not what it looks like”, Peter said as he looked at your face, scowling.

You knew a lot of things in life, inheriting the genius genes of Tony Stark, you liked to think that you knew a lot. But one thing you knew, and you were sure about was that Peter Parker definitely adored you. Every glance, every touch, every moment, every word, hell you were sure that he would die for you. But this photo, this situation, definitely stroked a chord in you.

Peter was hot, he had grown out of that nerdy and shy guy he was when you first met him, and he was starting to become the leader you always knew he was, and girls notice it too. Gwen Stacy was all over Peter every time they ran into each other, plus girls sometimes couldn’t keep their eyes off of Peter when you walked with him. But here was the thing, if Peter was hot, Spider-man was hotter. Spider-man checked all the boxes for many girls: Fought against crime, had THE body that looked GREAT with that suit, safe everyone, risk his life, was an avenger and was extremely close and great to everyone that met him, I mean he was even polite to villains. Spider-man was winning the race for Avenger with more fan accounts, you were a close second and Thor was third.

But this? This was a whole different level.

“So why didn’t you bother to tell me about it?”, you asked as you snatched the phone from Peter’s hand and walked towards the kitchen.

Peter rolled his eyes and he followed you. As a couple, this was a first and Peter Parker, being as oblivious as he was, never thought something like this would actually happen.

And less with someone like Black Cat.

…

Peter had been doing patrols alone since you had been extremely busy the last few weeks, Peter knew you were an important person, but it had been out of controlled lately. Firstly, you had to study for university since your academic achievements were your second goal in life, plus law school wasn’t easy; Then, Pepper and you had actually started a project with Starks Industries about giving free classes to women and girls interested in STEM careers for them to earn a kind of degree that could start-jump their own projects or even work at Starks Industries; Moreover, you had been getting together with Fury and all the other Avengers about information regarding hydra nests in Europe and Latin America. And so, patrolling fall back at the end of your list, which was actually sad since it had been a way of spending time with Peter since you began avenging at fifteen.

But Peter had let it go, he didn’t want to be another thing for you to worry about, you would see each other every night and sleep together in your room at Stark’s Tower, and he was doing it fine alone, I mean it sucked being alone but nothing too big had happened and he managed himself, at least until Black Cat appeared.

“You look good”, a silky voice woke Peter out of his thoughts as he was watching Queens in a random rooftop he had recently swing to.

Peter turned around, startled when he saw her, and boy, she was something to see.

Grey or almost white hair wrapped up in a tall ponytail, with two strands of hair framing her face perfectly, complementing her sharp jawline while her almost purple eyes shined from behind her mask. Then her black leather costume with soft white lines was, well, tight everywhere. It framed her body perfectly and it looked like almost a second skin. Her body was voluptuous and beautiful, and her hands looked like claws with those nails, they seemed like they could cut ice.

But for Peter? She had nothing on you.

Peter stayed silence, he had been completely taken by surprise and he tried to prepare himself for his next moves. He definitely needed to catch her.

See, you had actually been having a lot of problems with her lately. At first, they were art robberies or to really rich people in Upper Manhattan, which was concerning but mostly it was something that the NYPD could take care of, but recently like all criminals she escalated. The latest ones were to Oscorp Industries and Hammer Industries, which was concerning considering that the information that these companies held was extremely delicate. Peter and you were really worried about what she could do to that information or more accurately, who she would sell that information to. Pepper and Happy were especially worried about any security breach to Stark Industries or even the Avengers compound but you had reinforced the security for both of those.

Therefore, it had been priority number one to catch her but here was the thing, she was sleek as hell and always escape before you could actually do anything about it.

“What happened? Cat got your tongue?”, she asked softly as she got even closer to Peter. Her eyes gleamed with malice and smirk was drawn on her face, as Peter struggled to find the right words and at the same time think how he could take her down.

“How, how did you find me?” Peter managed to get out as his body stiffened when she gave a cartwheel and landed in front of him, on the edge of the building.

She giggled as she stepped forward Peter, who barely gave a step backwards into the air. She was closer than ever, and Peter swallowed hard as she placed one of her nails in his chest, playing with it.

“I’ve been watching you, you seem like my type”, Black Cat whispered as she drew little hearts and strings on Peter’s chest. “A strong, polite and hot gentleman I could negotiate with”

Peter felt her getting more relax and knew this was the time to act.

“Then, I’m definitely not your type” Peter answered as he took a hold of her wrist and shot a web towards a wall in the door’s rooftop, his plan was to stick her up completely to the wall.

But as before, she had an advantage and as soon as he shot his web towards the door, she retaliated. It was different than most fights Peter had because she was simply smooth as anyone could be and he barely realized when she placed a hand on his shoulder and step over his knee. He even dared to say she was smoother than Natasha since, at this point, Peter was unaware until she managed to get off his grip on her wrist, climb over him and then push him on the ground while she did a backflip towards another rooftop.

Peter groaned as he hit the floor but quickly reacted as he shot another web and pushed himself into the other rooftop where Black Cat had jumped. When Peter landed, he didn’t saw her, and it was just an empty rooftop, he cursed under his breath. He had lost her, again.

But then he felt it, in one swift motion she catch his wrist as he turned around to see her behind him, grinning, biting her lower lip while she giggled her eyebrows.

“Oh, but I really think you are”, Black Cat whispered as she suddenly pushed him against a wall, flesh against flesh and pressed his wrist a bit harder than before.

From one second to another, blue sparks started to appear on his web shooter as Peter watched in disbelief. Ok, now he was pissed. He shook her grip on him and he quickly places one of his hands behind her back, attempting to push her into the floor and then cover her on web from his reminding web shooter.

“Okay this isn’t funny anymore” Peter whispered as he pushed with all his strength, thinking that she would fall on the floor.

But a hold on his arm quickly showed Peter she wasn’t following on his plan when his arm pushed her to a side she managed to do a backflip and they ended up in the same position, as if nothing had happened, except she now she had her hand -paw- on his chest, holding a small button and she pressed it like she meant it.

And Peter felt his muscles were starting to go numb, itching all over his body while blue sparks appeared all over his suit. Black Cat smiled, a playful look drawn on her face. She pressed her flesh against him and quickly separated his legs in one swift movement.

“I would really like to know the face under that mask, you must be eye candy”, Black Cat whispered as her hands quickly went behind his neck and her knee rose between his neck.

Peter couldn’t move, he simply couldn’t, and he felt like he was blushing more and more as each second passed almost at the same rate as his frustration with this lady. She was indeed beautiful, and he hated that he had been distracted by it and now this was just plainly uncomfortable with him as he felt self-conscious about their closeness, how she was moving on him.

“I have a girlfriend”, Peter growled as he tried to escape, to move but he couldn’t, and he couldn’t stop looking at those gleaming purple eyes that were looking at him keenly. “What do you want?”, he finally let out in a sigh.

Black Cat smirked as her lips ghosted over Peter’s lips that were behind the mask.

“Lucky her and like I say I want to do business with you”, she responded, her voice sounded like honey as she got little closer Peter and toyed with the mask. “Think about it stud, I do business and pleasure”

She gave a back handspring and Peter felt into the floor with a groan, he was feeling a lot more now, but he couldn’t exactly move like before.

As soon as he could get up, she was gone.

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“And you didn’t care to tell me all this before?”, you glared at Peter with disbelief from the other side of the kitchen counter.

Peter opened his mouth for a moment and then shut it, he looked down. He really wanted to tell you, it had happened yesterday, but he was somehow nervous about how to bring out the subject, especially the part where he let her go.

You rolled your eyes, you couldn’t believe how Peter was acting. You knew he was polite and try to do the best thing in every case, but this was as if she had taken advantage of him which made your blood boil, even more, this was your boyfriend and your job, and no one would distract you from it.

“Okay that’s it, I’m going with you today and we are going to catch her”, you stated as you looked at Peter, a little bit softer than before.

This was Peter’s cue.

“We are going to babe”, Peter said to you with a smile as he climbed over the counter and landed directly at your side. “I love you”

He took a hold of your hand and pulled you into him, so you were looking directly at his lips and he placed his hand on your back and pulled you closer. He loved you, he loved you so much and he hated the idea of disappointing you or you getting somehow upset with him.

But you still couldn’t get over it, you still weren’t done being upset so when Peter pulled you in for a kiss, you quickly turned your head and his lips hit your cheek.

He whimpered.

“By the way, you need to talk to the press department about this, because it doesn’t look good”, you said before you placed your phone on his chest and quickly escaped his hold on you.

He closed his eyes and cursed under his breath, now he was really upset.

You watched Queen’s from the same rooftop that Peter had been the day before, it was actually one of his favorites. It had a great view of one of the main streets in Queens, which was perfect for him on an avenger level but even better as it had a movie cinema that he loved, Delmar’s, a pizza place that was declared the best by MJ and more. You had been at that rooftop countless times before as Tony allowed you to start going on patrols with Peter to Queens for you to have a little bit more practice in the real world and actually help more people. If it was a slow day, you would even get snacks and have a little picnic here.

But today, it wasn’t a slow day as you stoop up from the edge of the building, pressing your necklace so your suit would return to the capsule on it. You had been here approximately three hours and there was still nothing. Peter, meanwhile, was studying for his A.I. class that hadn’t been his best subject lately, not because it was actually hard for Peter but most of all because he had been missing class because of Spider-man duties.

You watched him as he had his mask folded on his face, just above the nose while he chewed on his pencil and typed quickly on his laptop. You smiled, you always thought he looked cute when he did that and you loved kissing him like that when you were on duty, it almost came with anticipation, Peter gazed at you and smiled, but you turned around -still a little bit upset about what had happened-. Peter rolled his eyes, you hadn’t kissed in what it seemed forever and well, Peter was all over you most of the time.

But then, he felt his spider senses going off on his right, he quickly pulled his mask down and packed his laptop on his bag.

“Y/N”, Peter said, and you turned around, watching him preparing. You tapped the charm on your necklace and quickly your suit began spreading all over your body, finally your mask closing. Peter ran towards you and remained on your side.

From one moment to another a shadow appeared on the rooftop, there she was.

“I liked our picture in the article, we went viral you know?” Black Cat grinned as her hips moved from side to side as she walked towards you.

Now, you more or less understood what had happened yesterday, there was something about her that just seemed intoxicating.

“I wouldn’t exactly say it went viral Cat” Peter spat out, as he backed a bit from her while she walked.

“Well well, what a surprise, you did what I asked and brought me the one I really needed to bargain with?” Black Cat said as her focus shifted on you, who had remained silence watching her every move. “And she’s a cutie”

Peter turned around to watch you as the nanotech disappear from your face, so you could really talk to her.

“Okay Cat, I’m running out of patience, could you maybe stop flirting with him and get to business?”, you hissed as you walked towards her calmly. “What do you want? Is Stark Industries' next target?”

Black Cat laughed loudly and with a touch of elegance as her paw went towards her chest.

“Oh no baby, I wouldn’t mess with you. But I’m having trouble thinking why you would want to help Oscorp or Hammer industries if you really knew what they were working in” Black Cat said as she did a handstand forward rolled and got closer to you, she licked her lips when she landed in front of you.

“What do you mean?”, you asked her as she started surrounding you, as her hips rolled and undulated. She stopped for a second as she looked at you and then her gaze went back to Peter and then back to you.

“Wait, does it bother you Stark? Me flirting with Spider-boy? And here I thought that TMZ had reported that you already had someone special”, she giggled as your eyes narrowed.

Being the daughter of Tony Stark didn’t come at a free price, you had been in the media since you were little and knew it was something you had to handle. Mostly, with the security your dad had placed on you, you never actually suffer a lot in your childhood, that was until he became Iron Man. Which not only double the security but the media attention as well. You tried to keep off of it but there were moments when you were caught on camera, going to a party or walking in New York, one of those moments was holding hands with Peter when you were visiting Coney Island one October afternoon. It had been taken by fans and it was mostly blurry, so you couldn’t really see Peter’s face but the pictures where telling: you two holding hands, a peck here and there, hugs, Peter’s hand a little too low on your back. It had been a whole thing since you needed privacy in order to keep avenging without fear that someone could come for Peter or Aunt May, a cease and desist letter was involved, hell it wasn’t pretty.

“Your answer it’s telling, so I guess I can make my move now” Black Cat continued as she placed a hand on your suit, you stiffened at her touch and watched her carefully.,

“What?”, Peter asked and as she turned around to answer, you made your move.

You squatted and with one swift movement you swiped Black Cat’s legs, she quickly fell into the floor and you stood up pointing at her with your repulsor, but before you could say anything she did a side split and quickly wrapped her legs onto your whole arm, she pulled you down and you fell on the floor. You quickly gave a rolled and ended up squatting while she stood up on the other side, your mask quickly appeared on your face as Peter shoot webs to her legs but failed multiple times as she gave full turn jumps and performed leaps until one of them caught. Peter smirked as he pulled her towards him, causing her to flop on the floor with a groan while you flew where she landed attempting to immobilize her hands with vibranium bracelets, but she threw something at you as you fire one of the bracelets and it restrained one of her arms.

While Peter reinforced it with more webs but soon both of you were distracted when blue sparks started to flash from your suit and it quickly began to dematerialize. Black Cat then threw one at Peter but instead of just affecting the suit, it sent electric shocks at Peter who fell into the ground, his legs giving up, the same feeling as the day before. Suddenly, without being able to get off the floor but with enough space to move, Black Cat quickly did a candlestick and then a split, wrapping your waist in her legs and then pulling you down over her. She giggled as you fell completely over her as you still tried to wrap your head with the fact that she had made your suit retracted, but you quickly tried to fight her off by taking a whole of her free hand and pulling it in the position that Nat had taught you in order to break arms, so you didn’t bat an eye when you heard her whimpered but before you could do anything, she did a V-sit and knocked both of your heads, leaving you a bit dizzy as she changed positions.

It happened too fast, even for Peter to somehow react a little and it was too late once he removed the pin from his chest. When he intended to fire his webs and immobilize her, she was already sat on your lap, hovering over you while she held both of your arms.

“Oh yeah, I swing both ways darling” Black Cat teased Peter as she looked down at your lips and then at your eyes.

You blushed a little bit and groaned as you tried to get her off you.

Peter tried to walk towards you, but Black Cat quickly reacted by placing her index finger, the one who had the longest nails, that actually looked like a knife on your neck, pressing a little bit and you felt like it was barely puncturing your skin.

“No no handsome, Stark and I have a business to talk,” Black Cat said as she shook her head and pressed a little bit harder, a drop of blood fell from your neck and you whimpered. Peter freeze at that moment, he felt his whole body stiffened and he clenched his fists, his breath became a little short and remained quiet. “Atta’ boy” Black Cat sang as she then focused on you, removing her nail from your neck.

You sighed, knowing it wasn’t going to be easy.

“How could you damage my tech or immobilize Spider-man? Our tech is impossible, my dad created those”, you said making the effort to sound reassuring. “Plus, Spider-man’s metabolism doesn’t give up that fast so how did you create shock waves that could put him down?”

“Now we are talking business”, Black Cat said as she giggled. “How do you think I got it? I know I’m smart but not tech smart, street smart you see. Talking of smart, I thought you were smarter to know never to trust competition”

“Oh, I am smart but I’m having trouble wrapping my head around why would Osborn and Hammer want the Avengers down unless they were creating …”, and then it hit you like a train.

“…something that the Avengers would definitely shut down as soon as they saw it.” Peter blurted out as he watched you, you furrowed your brows while you looked at Peter.

“Aw, seeing you two solving mysteries together is extremely cute. I guess you do have a special someone” Black Cat grinned as she finally let go of your arms and you simply laid there on the ground as you began thinking what in the hell both of your supposed allies where thinking about it, but your thoughts quickly dissipated as you watched her purple eyes gleaming at you.

“And what do you gain with telling me this?”, you wondered as you placed your hands on her legs.

She smirked and then lean down into you, her lips ghosting yours as her eyes never left yours.

“Call me a stan, especially for you Stark, but I support you guys more and anyone who is smart enough knows better than going against The Avengers”, Black Cat accepted, and you felt shorter of breath as you realized how close she was to you, you felt electricity on your body but then…

SLASH!

Peter broke the webs and deactivated the vibranium bracelet, releasing Black Cat quickly as she pulled you away from her, holding you tightly.

Black Cat rolled her eyes as she squatted in front of you, she smirked while watching Peter who was holding you defensively. If she could see him, he was definitely glaring at her but you, you were basically in awed because she, at the end of the day, gave you a major tip on a move these two assholes where planning.

“Easy, Spider-boy we were having a moment there”, Black Cat goaded as she looked at you with her purple eyes. “If you want to work with me, you know how to find me, my name is Felicia”

Quickly she did an arch and then stood up, she winked at you before performing another backflip and then falling between the buildings.

Peter finally relaxed and let you go while you stood up and tapped your com.

“H.A.P.P.Y, check out what happened to my suit and Peter’s please and get any dirt you can find in both Hammer and Osborn” you stated as you kept gazing at Queen’s view, not stopping to think about what Black Cat or well, Felicia had said.

“Was she hitting on you? Peter asked in disbelief behind you, wrapping you in his arms and you smirked. “Now you see what I mean!” Peter finally let out from behind you and your smile, pulling his mask up and pulling him in for a kiss.

Now you knew what he meant.

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himbosims · 4 years ago

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uh complaining under the cut dont read if you dont wanna know potentially tmi stuff or dont wanna read anything triggering towards mental health and alcohol/drugs

im just SO FUCKING DONE. I work full time, not by choice, but because I have yet to be put on a part time schedule. I also am a full time student. This means the 168 hours I have in the week, 80 go to work and school, potentially more depending on the week. But im also trying really hard to take care of myself because last year when the last thing happened i fell into a really really really bad depression, relapsed, turned to alcohol and pot to cope, which i mean, isnt a bad thing, nothing wrong with a drink or two or having a blunt, but it became more of a every weekend kind of thing. I didn’t want to be sober because everything was just too hard and too much and it seemed alcohol made it better. I was really in one of my worst places in my life around October of last year to February of this year and I really don’t want to fall into that place again, so im trying hard to take care of myself. Im going to therapy, taking my medicine, caring for my health as much as I can, but its just, so hard sometimes. I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety earlier this year, which I already knew, but now that Ive started therapy and treatment I’ve been diagnosed with BPD (or at least, semi diagnosed, she didnt have time last session to give me a proper diagnoses, but she says it is highly likely thats my main “issue”) and idk. Im having a hard time coping with it I guess. I mean, ive kinda known for awhile. I could go into papers full of the shit thats happened in the last year to make me think this was a possible diagnoses, but theres a difference between just thinking it to yourself and being told “hey this is what is wrong with you.” (im just now realizing some of you dont know what bpd is so uh, if you dont, think hot and cold, thats how i am about everything, if you wanna learn more just send me an ask or a message, ill share what ive learned based on what my therapist told me). And right now is a really triggering time for me based on past trauma and current things happening in my life, that plus the fact that my depression gets worse in the winter, im really just straight up not having a good time.

Tumblr also hasnt been great for my mental health, and this is where it gets to the part where you are going to judge me so please just dont because i will probably just cry and log off for months again. All of those posts that go around that are like “sim stories to read” or “blogs I love” really fucking did me in this week because i kept waiting for someone to add me and everytime i saw a reblog where i wasnt on it i felt terrible. I hate that part about myself but i cant change it, i told my therapist about it and she said, again, its the bpd, but its just very annoying. I always find myself so fucking sad on this platform because i never feel appreciated, which is stupid because i know I am, but my brain cant turn off for five seconds just to be happy with what i have. Instead i have to convince myself no one actually cares about me and soon everyone will forget about me and my characters and ill go back to what my blog was when i started it four years ago getting one note per post while my mutuals just get more followings. I hate this. I hate this so much and if there was a way to change this part of me I would because its bullshit.

That plus the fact that I havent felt good today (i have chronic digestive/stomach issues and have since I was a kid, yeah me) so i worked all day basically just being in pain because i ate something new and my body had a very negative reaction to it. Which made me in a terrible mood since I got to work.

I really wanna work on stuff. I got in such a big mood to write yesterday but i was too tired to actually do anything and thats basically been my entire life recently. I sleep all night and as much of the day as possible and when im not asleep im tired and in a shitty mood and i know theres not much i can do about it because im not in control of really anything. Basically im just vibing, but not the good kind, more of the “i hate everything and life isnt fair but im too spiteful to die” kinda vibing.

#its not been a good time #idk #im just not really feeling much of anything anymore #ive been trying to make myself work on stuff when i dont have to work #but even thats hard because i have two days off and rarely do i feel like spending those days playing sims #instead i wanna pretend life doesnt exsit and watch a stream instead #or play sdv #i think im in a super weird mood because this week a loooooot of past memories have been brought up since i saw someone who kinda triggered #some emotions #anyway if you read this far thanks for listening to my rambles i guess #im gonna work on sims stuff #the bc will be posted at some point #im just not really in the place to do it #and i feel like a hiatus might help me again with things #but i hate doing those because it doesnt really fix anything #it more just pushed the problems away until i decide to deal with them again #anyway #im going back to bed not #night night

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kaffeinic · 5 years ago

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Delayed | Bang Chan

Hello! Can you do a headcannon of meeting Chan in the airport and bonding over a flight or something? Oh and a question. Who is your SKZ bias and fav song?

- @woo-for-woojin

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Pairing: Teacher!Reader x Bang Chan

Genre: Neutral // Romance

Warnings: None

Preamble: You’ve finally achieved your dream of becoming an English teacher in Korea. Unfortunately, your flight to your new home has been delayed - for ten hours. With a handful of cash, some eccentric shops, and an unlikely friend, you might find that mother nature’s forces are, at times, serendipitous.

Imagine him in this outfit with a black face mask please.

Your finger rapped nervously on the arm rest next to you. You were sitting on a very uncomfortable chair in the waiting area of the airport, hearing the announcer call all of the other flights. Yours was already fifteen minutes late.

The stark white walls of the airport were anything but welcoming, and the grey and black chairs were filled with an airplane’s worth of people who were nervous, annoyed, or a rotten combination of the two. You had strategically sat yourself next to an elderly woman - who was snoozing peacefully beside you - and placed your bag on the chair to your left. With any luck, you wouldn’t be disturbed.

You were awaiting your flight to Seoul, South Korea with a bittersweet feeling. You had been offered a job as an English teacher for one of the high schools. You had put off the job after hearing that your grandfather had fallen ill. Recently, though, he passed, and you had nothing holding you back. You were depressed because of your loss, but elated to start a new chapter in life; It was bittersweet.

As you sat in thought, a curious man with a black face mask cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Hello?” He said, waving his hand in front of you. You perked up and looked at him quizzically. “Sorry, I don’t think you heard me. Is this seat taken?” He asked, pointing to the one where your carry-on lied. You glanced at him, and then your bag, internally pouting as you shook your head.

“No, you can sit.” You said, removing the items. He bowed and thanked you, seating himself. His hair lied in a curly blonde mop on his head, small pieces tickling his nose. His dark roots poked through, creating a bit of depth. He whipped out his phone and scrolled through his feed, smiling at a video that played. He glanced over at you and cocked a brow.

“Is there a reason why you’re eavesdropping?” He asked, visibly annoyed. You looked away.

“No, sorry.” You replied. You could feel his eyes on you, which made you shift uncomfortably in your chair. You made yourself appear busy by unlocking your phone, doing nothing in particular.

“Very interesting.” You heard the blonde man’s voice echo in your ear at a close proximity, your hair moving a bit from his breath. You jumped out of your skin, blinking at him a couple of times.

“Were you eavesdropping?” It was your turn to ask. He nodded.

“I figured I’d return the favour.”

“I-” You didn’t know how to answer that. “Okay.” He smirked at you, which was the first time you had seen him stop scowling. You couldn’t tell if he was in a bad mood, or if he just had a naturally bleak expression. The announcer’s voice suddenly rang through the waiting room.

“Due to strong winds, Flight 000 has been delayed. Passengers can refund their tickets, or wait for the next flight in the waiting room. The next available flight is in ten hours. Please ask an employee for a complementary cot and blanket if you choose to stay.” Once the intercom beeped and silenced, the room was immediately filled with a chorus of whines and groans from unhappy passengers, yourself included. The man next to you grinned.

“I needed a nap, anyway.” He said. “Food, too.” He added. It’s possible he was the only one happy about this. You frowned.

“I’d be surprised if anyone else is staying.” You muttered to yourself. He looked at you quizzically.

“Me, too. Are you staying?” He asked. You nodded.

“I would have to stay in a hotel if I didn’t, and I don’t have the extra money on me.” You explained. He hummed and looked around.

“I’m hungry.” He stated. “What about you?” You looked at him with curiosity. This was the same man who gave you a death glare and some attitude for absent mindedly looking at his phone. It also struck you as odd that his face would be covered for as long as it has. You almost felt like you recognized him, but shook it off. All of these things made it hard to trust him.

You nodded before answering. “Yeah. I’ll go look around.” You picked up your bag and your teaching handbooks, trying to balance everything in your two arms. He grinned at you.

“I can watch your stuff while you get some food.” He offered. You shook your head.

“I’m fine. I’ll take them.” He rolled his eyes at your stubborn attitude and stood.

“If you say so.” He said, walking off in the direction of the food stands. You hoped there was something good to eat. Taking a few moments to balance everything, you slowly made your way to the food court. There were some fast food places and some restaurants, both of which had very few employees and customers. You walked over to a cheap restaurant, waiting at the hostess table. You were greeted with a suppressed giggle at your stuggling form, and led inside.

The establishment was nearly empty, only a few people dotting the dining area. As the hostess began to seat you, you heard a familiar voice call out to the both of you. It was the man from earlier.

“She’s with me.” He said. The hostess nodded and brought you over to the table. Once seated, - which was difficult with all of your belongings - you cocked an eyebrow at the man.

“What was that about?” You asked.

“I don’t like eating alone.” He replied. “I’ll pay for your meal if it helps.” You shook your head.

“No, thanks. I’ll get it.” You said. “I don’t like leeching.” He looked at you and hummed. Part of you was excited because you’d finally be able to see the face under the mask. You grinned at the thought of knowing why he was so familiar. You had previously noted his Australian accent, but it could have been anyone. Both of you sat in awkward silence for a minute or so before your server turned up with the menus. They asked what you’d like to drink, and you both went with a good old glass of water.

The restaurant’s selection was an absolute mess. There was Italian food, Mexican food, Chinese, and every other type of popular cuisine you could muster. You heard the man scoff.

“They serve fried chicken,” He said, “and on the back, it’s also says they serve caviar.” You immediately rolled your eyes.

“If you’re opening to a chicken and egg joke, I swear-” he looked up at you, and you could tell he was smiling from the crinkles around his eyes. You giggled, too. The server returned with the two glasses of water you had both asked for.

“I kid, I kid.” He raised his hands in surrender. You grinned. The server asked for your orders, which you both gave, and walked away.

“So, why don’t you like to eat alone?” You asked. He paused for a moment to think.

“I don’t know. It’s just better to eat with someone.” He replied. “Can I ask you a question?” He asked. You looked at him and nodded.

“Sure.”

“Why are you going to Korea?” He cocked his head to the side like a curious puppy when he asked, making your heart flutter a little bit.

“I got a job there. What about you?” You asked. He smiled through the mask.

“It’s where I live. I was visiting some old friends here.” He explained. You hummed in understanding.

“Can I ask what your job is?” You tried to figure out why you knew him. He immediately looked away.

“I-” He started, but stopped himself. “I’m in the entertainment industry.” He said. You noticed him fiddle with his face mask. He was hiding his identity on purpose. You immediately ran through a quick mental list of the Korean artists you listen to, failing to put his face and voice to any of them. You listened to a lot of music, but didn’t really go looking up many singers or bands. You kind of wished you did. Resisting the urge to look up Korean-Australian performers, you smiled.

“That’s vague, but okay.” You replied. You watched as a weight seemed to lift off of his chest. He was worried you’d found him out. You mentally wondered why he would ask you to eat with him if he didn’t want his identity known. “Is that why you’re wearing a mask?”

His relief was short-lived, and you observed as he squirmed where he sat. He looked at you with panic settling in.

It was going to be an interesting night.

Hey~! I turned this into a fanfiction, just because it seemed like I could do more with it that way. I hope that’s okay~~ Thanks for sending in this awesomely fluffy request!

My bias is the amazing Christopher Bangnaldo, also known as Chanana, the boy who cried blonde, MalefiChan, (I’m looking at you, @jorgofthejungle.) or the rubber ducky enthusiast. I’m sorry. I don’t have a favourite song. What about you?

As always, if you enjoyed, please leave a like and reblog to show your friends!

* DISCLAIMER: I do not own any gifs/photos used in this post. I do own the written content. Do NOT repost/edit. *

🏷 @punk-pan-bih-yeets-thru-life • @hoshithehamster • @woo-for-woojin • @deceased-pumpkin-babe • @ethereal-chanracha • @midnatwlp • @royalhvangs

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manggojooz · 6 years ago

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Pick A Side (Part 2)

pairing: Taehyung x reader

word count: 1,735

genre: university!au; angst, it’s still angst; slice of life stuff

warnings: none

note: although it’s unplanned but this will now be a series (y) please support it lots.. and reblog if you like this series <3

previous part: Part 1

“But sometimes, when you choose not to pick a side, you have essentially picked a side.”

“What? How does that even make any sense?", his face was nothing but bewilderment.

How do you even go about explaining this without sounding like you are making a mountain out of a molehill?

“Y/N, I’m fine with girls being jealous and all but the one thing I cannot stand is you throwing a tantrum by threatening to break up with me. I don’t do this break up and get back together thing. If we are breaking up, it will be for good... so... are you sure? That we are worth less than this argument you had with Jihyun? Are you sure that you are prepared to give us up over something like this?”, he reasoned as if he was giving you a second chance to backpedal.

“I’m trying to tell you that you have already picked your side, Taehyung, but if you don’t see it that way then fine, I’m telling you again... not everything has a middle ground. And this time, you have to choose one. So... will you be on my side?”, you threw the second chance card back at him.

Taehyung was obviously annoyed by now, he looked nothing less than he was about to curse at your stupid insistence on this.

“There’s no need to answer me anymore”, you shook your head in disappointment as you left.

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He was serious about what he said too. He never contacted you again after that night. You weren’t sure if he really was in your life this whole time. The only times you were sure you actually did date him were when you opened your chat with him and went through the old messages. If you were hurting this much, it must have happened, right?

Needless to say, the news of the break up spread fast and furious, given Taehyung’s popularity, and so did the rumours as to the reasons why.

Y/N is such a petty girlfriend. Y/N was jealous of Jihyun. Can’t Taehyung even have friends now just because he is dating Y/N? Taehyung deserves better... She’s so selfish...

There were so many, to the extent that even you became aware of them despite how ill-informed you usually were of the gossip around school.

The first lesson you learnt from this was that giving in to someone becomes something taken for granted over time. Because you did it once, because you did it twice, you are expected to always do it. And when you choose to not do it, when you took a stand for yourself, you became the mean one, the selfish one, the petty one.

“Oh please, who doesn’t share such videos nowadays, it’s even in the news. I heard Y/N was just being overly sensitive and got upset that Taehyung didn’t side with her.” You were sitting in a corner of the library trying to focus on the textbook in front of you when you overheard the conversation between two of your classmates behind the bookshelf that blocked them from seeing you there. The third time this week.

Lesson two: the entire world would simply conclude that you were not worth supporting, because the one person that everyone presumed would or should have sided with you, chose not to.

Not once did you try to clarify or defend yourself. How do you stand up against the rest of the world by yourself? Where do you even start? Who was going to listen to you? What is the point anymore?

When you believed that nobody would take your side, you too, have abandoned it.

All that was left was your desperation and desire for the world to move on, to leave you alone.

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And alone you were. You didn’t have many friends in school to begin with, the only few you had were closer to Taehyung than they were to you.

Avoidance became a valuable skill. Good thing you didn’t share any common classes with him this semester but you still had to avoid him around school and you decided to stop going to the painting club. From what little you heard through the grape vines, he went about his activities as he normally would.

Isn’t it usually the case that the one who was more blameworthy, ran away more? What have you done so wrong to be avoiding him like this?

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Eventually, you worked up whatever courage you had left in you and decided to join a new club in school to prevent yourself from sinking into further lonesomeness.

The people in the photography club were generally friendly to your pleasant surprise. You had been attracted to the club when you saw a wall full of photographs outside the club room. The club welcomed anyone to propose captions for the photographs and a few of them had post-it notes stuck to them; some captions were funny, some were sentimental, you found solace in reading all of them.

Even though you did not attend club activities too regularly, you ultimately managed to produce a photograph you felt was worthy to be placed on the photo wall. You had gone to visit a friend near the countryside over the weekend and the lake that you passed by had already started to freeze over. In the morning fog rising in the dusk, it looked desolate and you were compelled to snap a picture of it.

Two days after you put up the photograph, you passed by the wall on your way to one of your classes. A yellow post-it note was stuck on the corner over the white sticker that had your name written on it. Someone had written a poem on the post-it:

“A thick ice has formed Atop a winter lake on which I was thrown away A thick ice has formed In the dream I shortly went into My agonizing phantom pain Is still the same.”

You peeled the post-it off the photograph, peering at it and then at your photograph again. You finally had an inkling of why you avoided Taehyung to this extent.

The one who was hurt more, runs away more. Because although you pretended like your wounds have frozen over, that everything was calm on top, you knew it was not all that frozen underneath.

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Finally the first semester ended, the winter break was exceptionally cold. And then it was the first week of the second semester of your sophomore year. You strolled into class very early, only a few seats were taken and per usual, you walked up the stairs all the way to the back of the small lecture room, picking a seat in the last row.

There were two girls who came in after you, they sat down in the row right in front of you and started to take out their things when one of them whispered softly, “I heard Taehyung’s taking this class too...”

“And so? You know he has a new girlfriend now right? Stop being so boy crazy...”

“It doesn’t hurt to have an eye candy in class”, the first girl giggled.

You were not surprised you would eventually end up in a common class with Taehyung, it was inevitable given how small the arts faculty was in this school. What surprised you was how your heart pinched upon hearing that he has a new girlfriend. Has it still not been long enough?

It's about time though. For him to get a new girlfriend, for you to stop avoiding him, for everything to return to normal. Maybe seeing him together with his new girl would do the trick for you, you could only hope.

“Is this seat taken?”, a sweet voice inquired. You looked up.

He had a shy smile, and everything about him was tidy and neat. His simple white shirt was tucked into his light blue jeans, his hair was short and he styled his fringe up revealing his forehead, flaunting his impeccable features.

“Umm... no... it’s not”, you answered, although you were still a little taken aback by the suddenness of the stranger’s approach.

He widens his smile a little and puts his backpack down on the seat next to you, along the aisle. The classroom was starting to fill with people. “I’m, Haejoong”, he introduces himself as he sat down.

“Oh... uh, hi, I’m Y/N. Are you new here?”, the question came out a bit too abruptly, but you couldn’t help but wonder why you never noticed him around before.

“I major in film-making, it’s my first time taking a pure arts class, if that is what you mean”, he laughed while answering you.

Just at that moment some guy at the front of the class squawked loudly, “Oh~~ here comes the campus couple!”

Both Haejoong and you turned towards the front entrance of the classroom. Your heart stops a little seeing Taehyung walk in. His smile looked more captivating than you remembered it to be, reminding you of the times he used to smile and goof around with you. It was just because you haven’t seen him in such a long time. That was the best you could come up with to rationalise it to yourself.

Taehyung almost immediately spots you, even though you were hidden behind rows and rows of other students. It was strange, how he was always able to see you even when you hid so far away from him. He sees you looking at him, and he momentarily contemplated letting go of the hand he held, but he eventually catches hold of himself. The hand he held slowly dragged him further into the room, his eyes only focusing on her now.

The girls seated in front of you were quietly whispering something again, occasionally glancing back towards your direction. And this time you couldn’t hear them, perhaps you didn’t want to hear them.

Haejoong notices when Taehyung stared at you, although it was short-lived, and he turns to look at you closely.

You thought you had been alright, you thought you would be alright, even if you weren’t, you thought seeing him with his girlfriend now would finally force you to put it down.

You couldn’t have been more wrong, not when the girl who was now by his side is no other than Jihyun.

How cruel of him... to answer your last question to him in this way.

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hotdadlicense · 6 years ago

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ahh for my dearest zhenya @fapfapfashion lover! heres that bfu post i said id make for you like monnnnnths ago i PROMISE i never forgot! just :(:( life. but anyway this was FUN i love youuuu! disclaimer: im not rly in the fandom this is all stuff i see through like just some friends reblogging stuff every now and again and whenever i go to the tag to find stuff sometimes but ANWAY I HOPE its semi coherent <3<3<3 love YOU.

OKAY I FEEL LIKE i said YEH ILL MAKE YOU A MASTERPOST FUCK YEAH but now im like hmmm making a buzzfeed unsolved masterpost is.......not that much cos its like? all there on their youtube channels like its not like music or stuff where theres yknow albums! singles! unreleased songs! special live performances! music videos! documentaries! band info! like its all over on buzzfeed multiplayer youtube and buzzfeed unsolved network youtube but whatever i can ramble about dumb shit and link some stuff so ayeee.

heres the links to the actual videos:

SUPERNATURAL

+ season one // two // three // four // five

+ supernatural: postmortem

TRUE CRIME

season one // two // three // four

+ true crime: postmortem

all eps in order (including postmortem)

personal favs

a vid that bab @chantillystars linked me and i watch it every time im feelin not fresh so i can smile

someone elses better done video round up master post! op ur incredible

now under the cut cos i realy did ramble :(

okay so THE HOSTS!

RYAN BERGARA (insta//twitter)

the fucking creator and inventer of bfu its his baby and im so proud of him and how far its come <3

when the season finale of the latest supernatural premiered it trended at number 1 over the fucking new lion king trailer and he got emo on twitter and insta about it and i cried a lil bit

fucking loves sports basketball or whatever themeparks popcorn and paddington bear

not scared enough of ghosts to not sleep in a haunted house but is scared enough that he absolutely will scream the whole entire time that he is in said haunted house

first ghost encounter was on the queen mary when he was a teenager. the ghost knocked his toothpaste of the shelf and he freaked. and now he has shat his pants at every bump in the night since. icon!

works his ass for to produce mass amounts of content for us like its fucking insane? all up there are like 9 seasons of bfu plus post-mortems and its only been going since 2014?? plus everything else hes got happening??

rly sweet and funny but like in a frat boi kinda way but like. a frat boi you could trust?

SHANE MADEJ (insta//twitter)

wasnt actually the original cohost!

(BRENT was the orignal host but had to beg out a couple episodes in cos he was juggling too many commitments so which fair!)

ryan and shane were desk partners and longtime buzzfeed pals that ? if i remember correctly? interned together back when they first started?

ryan turned to shane one day and was like ‘yo, wanna cohost this show with me?’ and shane was like 'sure.�� and honestly trying to picture it now without shane?? okay ryan and shane just bounce off each other so well theyre like a dream team. god bless them being desk buddies and work pals.

shanes a freak

does not believe in ghosts spirits orbs and all things that go bump in the night like he seems to genuinely want to but like. science and his big ass brain wont let him.

very smart! can rly work a patterned floral shirt! or plaid! kinda gives a dad vibe in glasses but then he talks and its like okay please never supervise a child!

v into history! so much so that he has his own lil show on buzzfeed aka:

RUINING HISTORY

stars him along with ryan and sara (his beautiful and smart and talented gf who also works at buzzfeed <3) with some other ever changing cohosts

hes also responsible for The Hot Dog Saga aka THE HOTDAGA and i know there are people that adore it but! in their own words! id rather walk into the sea.

ryan, too, hates the hotdaga and i feel like this was? about the hotdaga after shane sung something fuck if i remmebr

RYAN + SHANE

these gifs are from the ?second ep? i saw of them honestly it rly sums up the ryan/shane dynamic i guess

but like. the way ryan looks and laughs whenever shane says something mildly funny? hearteyes mutherfucker

above when i said shanes a freak? yeah.

ryan letting shane live as long as he has? true friendship

whenever theyre at the lil desk in their lil basement talking cases shane just talks shit and ryan just lets him and i fucking love them

the LAST FRAME

oh one time they lucked out with a hotel that had a jacuzzi tub <3

yknow what? this was actually kinda sweet. like yeh bitch

shane madej: nations greatest tragedy.

i can hear this in my head just looking at these gifs and it makes me laugh everytime and thats BAD cos a child fucking died

shanes a freak pt.2

OH SHIT one time in postmortem they joked that brent was coming back and shane was leaving and fuck? they had to actually address that it was a joke fUCK

its not all shittalking and screaming there really is some fond and happy shit too

bfu most recognisable and iconic line.

shanes hottest pick up lines when hes on site

the comments on the video for this ep about this part are fucking hilarious please read when you watch that ep

okay its common knowledge that shanes a demon which ill tlak about in a sec but THIS SCENE RIGHT HERE? ryans the fucking demon. like the way hes just standing there, hands clasped behind his back, giving shane (whos acting like a CHILD) that Look? demon bout to kill the dumbass chillin at a haunted house on halloween. come to collet a soul or 10. magical!

OKAY SO SHANE TALKS SOME BIG GAME IN THE EPS but HIS love for ryan will always melt my heart like HE LOVES and cares about ryan so much and supports buzzfeed unsolved so much and whenever things get dumb on social media shanes ready to call it out and make a post or just like. praise ryan (like he rightfully deserves) and yeah im emo about it anyway hes shane being cute part one and heres shane REALLY FUCKING going all out (!!!!!!!!!!.meme)i LOVE him also being cute part two

‘id walk into the sea.’

shanes a freak pt.3

ryan: “Are ghosts real?” shane: *this dumb face*

NERDS

i laughed for like 10 minutes the first time i watched this part thankyou shane

THEM LAUGHING TILL THEY CRIED ABOUT SOMEONE THAT DIED PLAYING THE PIANO

a real insight to shanes mind

ryan really puts up with this

shane got a bowlcut once just for funsies like okay youre no joba but good job i guess

TROPES/ICONIC MEMES/WAHTEVER:

shanes a demon

+ free real estate.meme

+ the office.meme

+ he aint right

+ JALDSHFK FUCK

+ ryan acknowledging that shane is a demon thankyou

+ like the good thing about having a guest fill in on the few times shanes been away has been ryan always being like okay so the demons not here so lets just acknowledge That

goatsman bridge

+ the video that started all this aka the one you reblogged hehhehe

+ what a fucking JOKE

+ an absolute JOKE

+ bridge owner fuck OFF

+ ksdjhfgjhsdkj.meme

sallie house

+ shane was insufferable this episode i fell in love for real how did ryan LIVE

+ like imagine trying to feel your heart beating while fucking shanes over there doing That

+ rock n roll buckaroo

+ swell has become apart of my daily vocal i hate

bobby mack

+ ‘hey there demons. its me, ya boi.’

+ ‘and frankly i dont believe in you, so i feel like im writing a letter to santa claus right now.’

+ tweet.meme

+ overall a great ep

+ can shane calm the fuck down okay i need ryan to make it out of this SAFELY and ALIVE

father thomas

+ ryans FACE also shane being that annoying sibling to ur parents

+ father thomas really went into this thinking he could help these boys to be fair shane was taking notes. ryan was just? dying inside

+ freak

+ imagine being like a 70 yr old priest hearing some dudes walking into ur congregation and overhearing ‘jesus said chill.’

bigfoot

+ ryan does not rly believe in bigfoot but shane does so like you win some you lose some

+ in the least shippy way possible this epsiode is ultimate soft gays going on a hike

+ like its just such a sweet domestic ep

+ <3

+ just happy babbey

#probably missing a lot and theres a lot of sources missing cos....... i dont have a bfu blog so none of my shits correctly tagged #like nivks is ORGANISED cos its dedicated but...... i only have one bfy tag oops #but HOPE U LIKE IT AND ITS LIKE a little bit informative #buzzfeed unsolved #bfu

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marlahey · 6 years ago

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we stumbled in the dark; i knew we’d be alright (part seven)

a shawn mendes rpf fic rating/warnings: t for too much sweetness. you may need a dentist afterwards. notes: this part almost ended up being over 7k – it originally included a present day stop, but LA turned out to be full of way more than I’d even initially planned. please enjoy the last major then of this fic; there’s only two other flashbacks to go. please keep reblogging and sending your thoughts! (previously; start at part one here; find all parts here)

los angeles; then LA is the last multi-night tour stop, but it doesn’t involve an extra show. You’re staying in town a few more days for a) a break, but more importantly, Shawn is a special honouree and performer at a gala event, celebrating, as Brian gleefully reads from the press release, “influencers and trailblazers across social media and the arts under the age of thirty.”

Geoff leans out of the way while their star unsuccessfully attempts to snatch Ava’s photocopy from his bassist. Shawn’s ears are red. It’s adorable, though you’d never say it out loud. “Isn’t this that thing where you’re not allowed your phone the entire time?” Charlie asks. “Doesn’t that defeat the point of having social media influencers?” “Can we please stop saying influencers?” Parker grimaces as he leans his head head back against the couch. “It’s such an awful concept. Why is that even a thing?” “Are you just jealous because you’re not one?” Shawn’s drummer flips the bird without looking; Brian cackles. The six of you are currently lounging around the games’ room of the hotel, waiting for Andrew and Ava to finalize cars for a dinner out. Faced with a day cooped up after last night’s show, Shawn had appeared at your door with his band in tow and insisted you join them. “It’ll be fun,” he says, but all you could think about was how you’d never really spent any real time with four of Shawn’s closest confidants, struck with a nagging fear that they found you a nuisance or annoying. But he looks so openly hopeful at you that you have to push that anxiety aside. “We don’t bite,” Charlie says with a grin and a wink. You glance back over your shoulder at Ava, who has her phone to her ear but waves you off in a ‘go ahead’ motion. So you allow yourself to be dragged up several floors and referee several intense matches of ping-pong, stopping when you’re sure the guys might come to blows. Everyone is funny and warm and you find yourself relaxing in their company. “Pool?” Shawn asks now, turning first to you. You shake your head. “Don’t know how.” “No time like the present, Miss Sinclair!” Parker exclaims, his earlier annoyance clearly forgotten. You blink at him. “C’mon, we’ll play twos. You in, Geoff? Charlie?” The guitarist and keyboard player both wave him off. “Fine, Bri?” “Only if I get to play with you and kick Shawn’s ass for that last match.” “He’s at a disadvantage if he has to teach me,” you protest. “You guys should play – I can just watch.” “It’s fine, El.” Shawn offers you a reassuring smile. “Brian’s just bitter. We’ll go slow, okay? We’ll set up and talk you through it.” Sometimes you think yourself a little too easily persuaded. You and Geoff watch Shawn and his other bandmates set to work pulling the balls from various pockets; the colours glisten beneath the warm overhead light and thunk on the long green surface. You allow yourself exactly three seconds to watch Shawn’s hands before you drag your eyes away. “He gets antsy with more than a night off, doesn’t he?” you ask. Geoff’s lips twitch, like he’s tempted to laugh. Charlie snorts. “So you’ve noticed.” He turns to look at you properly. You don’t know why you’re nervous all of a sudden, but the feeling is there nonetheless. “It’s nice that you guys get along, though. I can't imagine what you must have thought when Ava told you about all of this.” You shrug in what you hope is a non-commital gesture, but a laugh slips out. “It was a lot. But it’s been amazing.” “We’re glad to have you,” Geoff says, smiling. Anxious tension in your stomach is replaced with warmth. He nods forward at Shawn. “He is, too.” Don’t blush. But it’s already happening. “El!” Shawn’s holding a pool cue, beckoning. “Ready?” “Give ‘em hell, kid.” You can only grin at Geoff and rise to join them. * “I know that look. Something’s wrong.” Ava glares at you, though it’s half-hearted at best. You wonder at the possibilities in your head, but nothing necessarily prepares you for: “I think I’m sick.” You drop your phone arm to stare. Your sister never gets sick. She pops Vitamin C like it’s chewing gum and has had an eerie immunity to every illness you ever brought home from school as a child. “What do you mean you’re sick? But you have the–” “The gala. Don’t remind me.” Ava sinks down onto her bed across the room. “I’ve been feeling weird since this morning. I think I ate something off at dinner last night–” Your sister proceeds to turn a strange shade of pale and lurch to her feet, beelining for the bathroom. You wince at the sound of retching, but follow dutifully, crouching behind your sister to sweep her hair from her face before it falls into the toilet. “You can’t go like this,” you say, twisting and pulling a hair tie from your wrist. You sit back once Ava’s hair is no longer in danger, rubbing a hand between her shoulder blades until it finally stops. “I have to,” she groans. Ava emerges, a sheen of sweat on her forehead, flushing the toilet with a grimace. You wordlessly hand her a damp washcloth and she wipes her mouth. “Andrew has this dinner with some of the other managers and drinks with somebody else about the next album.” “Already?” Granted, there’s only three stops to go, but still. “The tour isn’t even over yet.” “Shawn’s a go getter.” Your sister rolls her eyes, but there’s fondness in it. “He’s gonna travel to record this one, so it takes a lot more planning.” You think about your conversation with the band. Ansty is right. “Okay, well. Do you need me to do anything?” Ava leans against the wall, closing her eyes. “He’s trying on the suit right now. Serena’s with him but brands usually bring their own people because they can. Just go and check if they’re doing okay, please?” “Sure thing.” You grab her arm to steady her as she drags herself upright on the wall. “I’m gonna lie down. Hopefully this passes before we have to leave in–” Ava checks her watch. “An hour.” You leave your sister with a glass of water, shoving your key card into your back pocket. Shawn’s room is four doors down; you’d seen the people from Armani sweeping into the hotel earlier that afternoon with a black garment bag and you have to swallow your intimidation to knock. Serena greets you with a brilliant smile, her glossy dark hair flowing down her back like a waterfall. “Hey Ellie! Come on in. He’s just putting on the jacket.” You open your mouth to explain you’re just checking in, but Shawn’s stylist ushers you through the doorway before you can get the words out. She bends down close to your ear. “I think he’s a little nervous. He could use a friendly face.” You swallow. “Gotcha.” Serena squeezes your shoulder gently. “Deep breath. He looks good.” Are you that easy to read? The older woman winks down at you, but at that point you’ve already fully entered the room and are concentrating on schooling your expression. Shawn’s back is to you in front of the enormous mirror that faces his bed, leaning forward a little on the counter and extending the crisp lines of his black suit. A man and a woman from Armani, the man holding a line of measuring tape, confer in hushed tones. New York flashes in your mind’s eye, but then Shawn’s eyes find yours in the mirror. His white shirt is undone at the collar, stark against the shiny lapels of his jacket. He looks taller, somehow, or more, as though you have to brace yourself or be so quickly overwhelmed by him. As if that isn’t already happening at least fifty percent of the time. “El, hi.” He turns to face you, and you catch the details of his pocket square: tiny flowers. You can’t help but smile. “Hey.” You have to swallow before you can say it. “Looking good.” His ears are pink. “Thanks.” “Ava just wanted to check in,” you say, glancing at the Armani reps. “See if you needed anything.” “Perhaps an opinion?” The woman holds up a black skinny tie. “The room is divided. You would be the deciding vote.” “I uh–” You just stare as she crosses to Shawn and lopes the tie around his neck, tutting gently at his undone buttons. You find yourself transfixed by the line of his throat until it disappears beneath her expert hands. She steps back, presenting Shawn to you with a smile and a flourish. Your mouth goes a little dry. Shawn pushes back the curls falling over his forehead, looking up through his eyelashes even though he obviously towers over you. It’s been a while since you felt so unmoored by him, or anyone, really, since you really understood the fanatic reaction of people towards celebrities they loved and admired and fawned over on red carpets. A moment (a minute, possibly an hour) later, you remember that everyone is waiting for you to say something. “Tie,” you manage, though it comes out like a croak. You have to cough when Shawn finally looks away. “Definitely tie.” “Excellent choice.” The women exchange victorious smiles while the man throws his hands up good-naturedly. “Why don’t we button that up Shawn, and see how it feels?” Shawn straightens up as the man stretches the measuring tape across the long expanse of his shoulders. “Not too tight?” “No,” Shawn says. “It’s great.” You look at Serena, feeling oddly helpless, who just winks at you again. “Do the guys get this VIP treatment?” you ask, grasping for something to say. Shawn looks at his stylist, who just shrugs. “I hand-delivered their suits half an hour ago. They’re probably watching HGTV in their boxers right now.” “They do love a home makeover,” Shawn says, to your surprised delight. He glances out the window of his suite, his gaze suddenly far away. “How’s that speech coming?” You can see the flash of something off in his eyes. You almost regret asking, but you know Ava would. “Done, actually.” Shawn turns to his dresser and hands you a small stack of cue cards. You’re careful not to smudge the black pen. “Could you give these to Ava? I’m scared I’m going to leave them behind or ruin them before we get there and then forget everything I’m gonna say.” You nod. “You’re gonna be great.” “Where is Ava, anyway?” You try to cover your wince, but Shawn’s grown too good at reading your expressions. “El?” “She’s um, not feeling too great. She thinks it’s something she ate last night.” His eyebrows fly up. “That doesn't sound good.” “She’s resting,” you say, trying (and probably failing) to muster your sister’s skillful reassurance. “She wants to go.” “She shouldn't force herself to come. We’ll be fine. I don’t want her to get worse.” Shawn’s brow furrows, his mouth downturned. His eyes are so serious. You’re struck, suddenly, at how much he cares for your sister. That emotion deeper than fondness sparks, like a match struck against your ribs. “You’ll have to be the one to convince her.” * “Ellie,” Brian whines, drawing out the ‘e’. “Who invented cufflinks? What purpose do they serve besides to torment those of us with normal sized hands?” You laugh and take them from him. “They pull the outfit together, didn’t you know?” The bassist holds still as you tuck the links in. “How do I look?” he asks when you’re finished, spinning a circle so wide he nearly smacks Charlie in the face. It takes considerable effort to stifle laughter. “Dashing.” “Time to go,” Geoff announces. He holds the door for his bandmates, smiling at you as everyone troops out. You can see Shawn at the end of the hall, Serena trailing after him. You catch his eye and lift your hand in a silent wave. You wish you had the courage to shout your thoughts at him. You can do this. I believe in you. Maybe one day. You can only hope your smile, for now, is enough. * The message pings on Ava’s phone forty minutes later. Geoff: SOS. Shawn never took back his speech from you after you talked. He says he’s fine but I don’t think so. Can you get it here? Gonna lose my phone in five. The cards he’d so carefully handed to you are on the bedside table. Your heart sinks. “I’ll go,” you say, before Ava can act on the regret on her face. You talk over her dubious stare. “I’ll be in and out before anyone notices me. You have your personnel invitation, don’t you?” Your sister gets up to retrieve it, which is a good sign. “This is being aired on tv. You know you can’t–” “I’ll figure it out, okay?” You hold up Shawn’s cue cards. There are whole lines scribbled out and rewritten in what has become a familiar handwriting. “He’s already nervous. If I can help him, why shouldn’t I? No one’s allowed their phones at this thing remember? It’s not like anyone’s gonna catch a salacious photo.” Ava still looks unsure. You point at her phone. “Text him back, quick. Tell him I’m coming. Can Cam drive me?” You yank your t shirt over your head, digging around for one of four emergency dresses. When you look up again, struggling with the zipper, Ava is downing a bottle of water. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she says, wiping her mouth. “I’ll take you. If anyone’s getting in trouble for this it better be me.” Your sister beckons you closer, working the zipper up in one smooth motion. “Take my shoes. You’ll need a little more height to pull this off.” * To your surprise, it’s not getting in that’s the problem. Ava loops around to the entrance off the red carpet, where a small queue of non-walking guests are still being let into the venue. You hand over your embossed invitation, which reads Personnel: Shawn Mendes in looping script, and open Ava’s favourite clutch. You have Shawn’s speech, your driver’s license, your lipstick, and nothing else. “No phone?” The attendant asks. You shake your head, pulling out the sides of your pocket-less dress as proof. He doesn’t look at you too long, even though your makeup probably doesn’t disguise the fact that you’re clearly too young to be personnel, even though you still feel wildly underdressed next to the people in line just behind you. It might help, you reason, feeling just a touch irrational. You’ve worn this out to dinner before. The guys might spot you sooner. “Table 24.” “Thank you.” You smile at the man in an attempt to cover up your nerves and step through. You’re unprepared, though. The hall is huge. Four steps into the room, you have to jump backwards to avoid being steamrolled by a very stressed looking crew member, decked in all black, wearing a headset and holding a clipboard. People’s eyes skate over you as you carefully scan the closest table for a number card. 47. The next table you can see reads 18. What the fuck. You’re pretty sure that’s Harry Styles about fifteen feet to your left, but you’re too stressed to look closer. You look out into the crowd of milling celebs and management teams a little desperately, but you can’t make out either Shawn or any of the band. According to your watch, the event starts in less than fifteen minutes. You’ll never get anywhere just loitering out here, you tell yourself sternly. Get in there. So you steel yourself and begin weaving your way through the tables, closer and closer to the enormous stage, backlit in blues and purples. You haven’t tripped in Ava’s three inch sandals yet, thank god. But your several minute streak of moving about unnoticed comes to a screeching halt when someone’s shoulder collides roughly with yours. “Oh I’m sorry,” you say immediately, blinking back a wince. Ow. Before you can continue on your way, an awful mix of perfume and hairspray floats in your direction, acrid in your nose and even worse, on your tongue. “Excuse me?” You look up, taking in the person you’d bumped into properly. Her blonde hair, high in an impossibly complex looking updo, is second to a dress that plunges down to her navel in the front, but that’s not the most shocking thing. It’s her expression: like she’s offended. “I’m sorry,” you repeat, pushing down an automatic lifted inflection. “I didn’t see you.” The other girl makes a noise of disbelief. “You didn’t see me? Do you even know who you’re talking to?” No fucking clue is probably not the proper response. You notice for the first time that this girl is accompanied by two men, arguably as tall as Shawn, though one is nearly twice as wide as you. Your heart hammers uncomfortably fast in your chest. “I’m just looking for Shawn Mendes,” you say. “Have you seen him?” One of the men snorts. “Shawn Mendes? You don’t recognize Melisa Gallagher who has seven million internet followers, but you know Shawn Mendes. Right.” Melisa’s blue eyes narrow in contempt beneath huge false lashes, lips twisted in a sneer, literally looking down her nose at you. Over her shoulder on the far side of the room, the crowd parts just slightly and Geoff appears like a genuine angel. Your eyes meet and his face lights up. He taps the shoulder of a familiar figure; Shawn turns and relief floods your nerves. “Excuse me,” you try, but Melisa apparently isn't done with you yet. “Hang on.” she says. Her voice is a too-high pitch of false concern. “Are you sure you’re supposed to be here? I feel like we should just take you to security and double check.” Is she serious? The man to her left steps towards you; you retreat instinctively, a sudden panic squeezing your breath. You look up again. You can’t imagine what he sees in your face, but the surprised smile in Shawn’s eyes dims. You know logically that he and Geoff are moving towards you, but everything feel too slow: your second step back, Melisa’s weird crony reaching for your arm– “There you are!” You turn your head and nearly fall completely backwards, because Taylor Swift has just appeared out of nowhere and she’s looking at you. “Shawn’s been looking for you everywhere, babe! Good thing we found you in time.” You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. Taylor steps casually between you and Melisa, taking your hand. Against her gentle squeeze, you can feel yourself shaking. “We’d better get to our table,” she continues. “God, it’s like a maze in here, isn’t it?” Taylor finally looks at Melisa, as if she’s just now noticed her. “Oh, hi. It’s Miranda, right?” The other girl laughs, though this time it’s a horrible, nervous sound. “Melisa,” she corrects. Her triumphant sneer has given way to open-mouthed shock. Taylor just nods, smiling in a look of vague disinterest. “Sure. Well, excuse us!” Taylor tugs you firmly after her, not sparing Melisa another glance. You don’t dare look back, staring instead at the breathtaking beaded detail of Taylor’s dress as she leads you through the labyrinth of people and white linen tablecloths. “Just breathe,” she says, low in your ear as you pause for another group to pass just in front. You have to gulp in air. “It’s okay.” “How did you know–” “Geoff told me,” Taylor says, as though it’s obvious. “Asked me to keep an eye out for you.” Your knees feel a bit like jelly. “Sinclair, you made it!” Geoff stops just short of the other side of what you suppose is your table, as Brian, Charlie, and Parker beam up at you from their seats. Shawn does no such thing. You’re barely aware of Taylor releasing your hand before his fingers are wrapping around your arm. New York flashes again, harder than before. “Are you okay?” You nod, though Shawn doesn’t look convinced. “What was that?” You struggle to come up with a coherent reply. Taylor, fortunately, comes to your rescue yet again. “Just some girl who thought herself a bit of a queen.” That’s one way to put it. Shawn ducks his head, peering at you as if that’s the only way he can be certain you’re alright. “What are you even doing here?” You pop your clutch open and pull out his cue cards. “Geoff called. Special delivery.” He blinks at the cards, then at you. “You’re amazing.” You’re too relieved to have found him to resist when Shawn pulls you into a hug. His cologne is familiar and soft; you relax almost despite yourself against him. “Oh shit,” Shawn says when he pulls away. “I’m awful. Taylor, this is Ellie. Ava’s sister I told you about. El, this is–” “You’re not seriously trying to introduce Taylor Swift to me as if I don’t know who she is.” Taylor laughs and you feel your whole face heat. This can’t be real. “I love you,” you blurt, feeling ridiculous but unable to stop yourself. You haven’t been this happy and terrified since you met Shawn. Her smile is so warm. “You’re so sweet! Nice to finally meet you, Ellie. I’ve heard so much about you.” Oh my god. Taylor leans down to hug you; out of the corner of your eye, Shawn’s hand is reaching for the back of his neck, till he seems to remember his hair at the last second and drops it. Dork. “Thank you,” you say. “For back there.” She nods. “Don’t mention it.” “Just to let you know folks,” booms a voice from nowhere, making you jump, “We’ll be starting in just about ten minutes.” "I should go.” The reality of the multitude of cameras in this room kicks up an anxious rhythm in your chest. You chance a look at Shawn, who has one hand on the back of his chair. “You’re gonna be amazing.” “Wait, El.” Of course he catches you before you’re even three tables away. “I know that you and Ava and Andrew have this whole– thing.” Your stomach drops. In all the time you’ve been on tour together, this is the first time either of you have acknowledged it. A thing indeed. Shawn bites his lip. You’ve never seen him do that before. “But you’re my friend. There’s no rule against that.” Your heart aches. “Fair point,” you admit. "Can you–” Shawn looks through his lashes again; the open expression from his hotel bed five nights ago returns, stealing your breath. “Can you stay?” (I think he’s a little nervous. When you’re here I know where I am.) Back at the table, you can see Geoff leaning over to speak to Taylor, who is nodding very seriously. You wonder what he’s telling her. Then, as she gets up and heads for the nearest camera person, you wonder what she’s doing. You suppose it doesn’t matter. Because Shawn’s right. “Okay.” Your sister is going to kill you. The tour is definitely over. But this was amazing while it lasted. “I’ll stay.” As long as you live, you know you’ll never regret anything that makes him smile like that. You follow Shawn back to the table, where Taylor, her plus one, and the band are joined by a man in all black. “Ellie!” Taylor grins brightly at you. “Meet Christopher. His job is to point at us.” “Hi,” you greet automatically, sinking into your seat next to Parker. *Miss,” Christopher says, nodding his head. “I’m told we’re trying to keep you off camera tonight?” “I–” You look slack-jawed at Taylor, who just nods encouragingly. “Yes, please. If that’s at all possible.” “I think that can be arranged, for the most part. You’re okay with your back? Turning your head just in case?” You nod. “Thank you so much.” Christopher smiles. “You all have a nice time now. And thank you so much for that voicemail, Taylor. My daughters will definitely appreciate it.” “Not at all!” Five minutes is called across the room. The camera man disappears, while everyone looks at her. “How did you do that?” Brian asks, sounding as dumbfounded as you feel. Taylor winks. “Sometimes you just gotta ask nicely.” * It feels like it’s been ages since you’ve been able to truly watch Shawn perform. Christopher pulls you to the side while he captures Taylor and other celebrities enjoying or dancing (though that’s mostly Taylor, which warms your heart) to TNHMB. All you can do is applaud softly at everyone when the guys finally return to the table, where dessert is soon to be served. Shawn smiles at you, small and humble, but by the time slices of chocolate cake and ramekins of crème brûlée appear (you watch with amusement as the band studiously swaps plates), Shawn's eyes are somewhere else again. “Here,” you say, holding out his teaspoon. He starts. You gesture at his untouched crème brûlée. “The beginning is is the best part.” He seems to gather that you won’t accept a simple refusal, so Shawn takes the spoon from your fingers with a smile and a roll of his eyes, cracking the sugar into the custard beneath. He tastes a mouthful; the air suddenly feels so much closer around you as he closes his eyes for just a moment and the tension eases from his face. “Wow that’s amazing.” Shawn grins at you. You want to flush, though you have no idea why. “You gotta try this.” He pushes the ramekin into the space between your plates and you dip your own spoon into the dessert. He’s right, of course. It is amazing. When you look up, Parker is wiggling his eyebrows at you. You cover your mouth with the hand still closed around your spoon and flip him off. He laughs so hard he nearly chokes; Charlie whacks him hard between the shoulder blades. You can still feel eyes on you. Taylor’s expression is not of amusement or judgement, but a soft kind of knowing. You hear that voice in the back of you mind, careful, but the secret you can’t admit, even to yourself, seems safe with her. So you just smile back. * In the commercial break before they’re finally due to present Shawn an award for Social Media and Music Icon, you’re off to the side again when he finds you, his cue cards twisted in his hands. He leans against the wall at your side, though with Ava’s shoes he’s finally only about a head taller than you. “Is a speech really all that different than performing?” you ask quietly, not looking directly at him but over the room. Turns out you were right about Harry Styles, which you know, holy shit. Shawn blows out a breath slowly out his mouth. The urge to touch him rises up so abruptly that you have to physically curl your fingers against your dress. “There’s no music, for one, El.” You roll your eyes. “Fine, but you and a crowd? Tell me that’s not something you know how to deal with.” Shawn shrugs, the motion odd in contrast to the sleek lines of his tuxedo jacket. “A crowd of fans, maybe. But this?” He raises an eyebrow to peers and elders alike. “And what? These people don’t like you?” Shawn makes a face. “Okay well you can’t please everyone,” you concede, “But you’re not just getting this award because they picked your name out of a hat. You deserve it. And you have them.” You nod your head towards the band. “And Taylor freaking Swift.” “And you?” Your stomach flips. Part of you is afraid to look at him, but the rest of you knows you must. So you meet Shawn’s eye. “And me.” You manage not to blush. “We’re all here for you okay? Regardless of everyone else.” “Two minutes till we’re live everyone,” says the announcer. “Please head back to your seats.” You’re grateful for the reprieve; you’re not sure how long you could stand him looking at you like that. Impulsively, you lean forward and wrap your arms around him. Shawn exhales against your hair. “Go,” you say, pushing him just a little towards the centre of the room. “I’ll be here.” When his name is finally called, you clap so hard your hands hurt. “This is amazing.” Shawn says, staring out at the assembled crowd. “You know, when I started on Youtube and Vine and taught myself guitar, I was mostly just doing it for myself, because I wanted to emulate the artists I admired so much. But the moment I realized that each of the thirty thousand or–” He lets out a sort of disbelieving laugh, shaking his head. “–Thirty million followers I had were truly real and unique people, that’s when everything really changed for me. First off, I wouldn’t be able to do anything without the support of my incredible family: Mom, Dad, Aaliyah, I love you so much. Second, I have to thank my team, band, and crew, who have been absolutely amazing on this tour and who make me seem way cooler than I actually am.” Parker and Charlie hoot at him over the laughter and applause. Shawn chuckles again, glancing down at the glass award in his hands. “But lastly. I really owe this whole thing to my fans, because without them I’d just be a kid from Pickering, Ontario playing covers in his room. Which is in Canada, in case you weren’t sure.” More laughter. “Sometimes I think I’m still that just that kid, but then I find myself in rooms like this, performing for the same people I still admire and hope to be like, because I hope to never stop growing as an artist.. It’s so surreal. And that’s because of my fans.” Shawn looks directly into a camera; you have to marvel a little at his ability to project his honesty for the world to see. “So to each and every one of you who has bought an album or been to a show, you’ve completely changed my life and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough. Music means the world to me and I’m so lucky and grateful to be able to share that with you. I love you all, sincerely, from the bottom of my heart. Thank you, everyone. This is truly an honour. Have a great night.” You can only be glad that Christopher lead you to this corner so no one can see you wiping your eyes. But when the cameras turn back to the emcees, a familiar magnet draws your gaze from across the still packed room. I’m so proud of you. You’re only faintly embarrassed to have been caught, but on the bright side, you’re fairly certain Shawn understands you this time. * Taylor departs quickly at the end of the night, but not before insisting on a quick and covert photo as guests wait for their respective cars outside the venue. “I hope we get to meet again soon,” she says, sounding so genuine that you’re at a loss for words. “I’ll send this to Shawn, kay?” You can only nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Taylor says goodbye to the band a few feet away, and finally wrapping Shawn in a hug. She says something in his ear, though you’re definitely too far away to make it out. Whatever it is, you can still see the flush that creeps up his neck. Paul meets you around the corner in a huge SUV; Charlie loses the lightning game of rock paper scissors and crawls into the furthest backseat while Shawn insists you take the front. “You did good up there kid,” Paul says. In the rearview, you watch Shawn’s ears go pink. “A real class act.” “Our precious Canadian,” Geoff coos. The boys laugh. “I have strict instructions to deliver you straight up to the roof,” Paul announces. “I think Andrew’s reserved the bar up there for a couple hours.” He glances over at the console at you. “You too, little one.” You’re shocked, to say the least. But you’re not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. So that’s how you find yourself twenty-five minutes later, holding a soda on the rooftop of your hotel, leaning against the glass barrier and staring down at the bright lights of Los Angeles below. The air is cooler now, but you know if you go down to your hotel room for a jacket, you’ll probably sit down on your bed and not be able to get up. Behind you, through the hum of conversation, someone makes your sister laugh; the sound is so familiar and this view so isn’t that you can feel your thoughts spiralling out. “Did you just pinch yourself?” You look over to find Shawn, his lips lifted in amusement. The knot of his tie is loose at his throat, the top button of his collar undone. You look away. “Maybe.” He laughs softly. “Yes.” A breeze lifts the hair from the back of your neck and goosebumps from your arms. When you glance over again, Shawn’s disappeared. A full turn reveals him picking up his tuxedo jacket from the back of a chair. You watch him approach, that strangely helpless feeling from earlier washing over you. “What?” he asks. It’s unfair that you look like that right now. Or ever. You just shake your head, unable to smother a tiny smile. “Nothing.” You gesture out at the city in a weak attempt at a cover. “This.” Warm hands drop the huge tuxedo jacket over your shoulders; it’s perhaps the most soft thing ever laid against your skin. It smells like him. You smile gratefully. “Such a gentleman.” He laughs again, pushing up the sleeves of his dress shirt. “I’ll tell my mom you think so.” Back at the tables by the bar, everyone is engrossed in conversation. Under no one’s scrutiny, it feels like the first time you’ve relaxed all night. For a minute you both just stand there, staring at the dark horizon. “I can’t believe I'm here right now,” you admit finally. “I can’t believe I pulled that off.” “I can,” Shawn says, like it’s just a fact. “I’m glad you did.” The heat in your cheeks has nothing to do with his jacket. “Says the boy who didn’t think he could deliver a speech and absolutely killed it.” He smiles, almost rueful. “Okay, so we both did good.” Shawn extends his glass towards you. You think of your birthday and carefully lift your eyes, clinking your glass with his. Behind you, conversation still flows; beneath you, the city still moves; around you, the air feels closer again, but this time his eyes are open too. When you’re finished the toast sip of your drink, when you look out at the lights of LA and back again, Shawn’s eyes are still open. (part eight)

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jeonsdear · 7 years ago

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It’s you - (II)

↬ Parts: I , III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX ,X,XI

↬ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (oc: female)

↬ Genre: college!au, soulmate!au, fluff, angst, maybe smut, noona!reader

↬ Rating: sfw

↬ Warnings: loveless relationship, mentions of mature themes

↬ Accompanying song: HENRY 헨리 ‘It’s You’ (Live Ver.) (check out the spotify version too!)

↬ Notes: Hey! Here’s the second part. Hope you enjoy. And please let me know what you think, that’s a great motivation for writing - and I love talking to you. Likes and especially reblogs are always appreciated ♡

↬ Word Count: 1.9K

When you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off knives.

Starting your senior year at college you promised yourself to make the most of it. But after watching your best friend taking her boyfriend Jungkook for granted and your own soulmate drowning in despair, you find yourself caught in a web of lies and heartbreak. How can you believe in love when the one destined for you doesn’t want you?

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Jungkook burst through the ugly classroom door with a panicked expression, probably assuming he was late for your political theory class. Little did he know the professor was actually ill and had cancelled it 10 minutes ago. Your eyes fell on the two Starbucks cups he had in his hands and you grinned up at him.

“Coffee! Bless you.“

Taking your cup, you raised an eyebrow at him as he registered the empty classroom.

“Class is cancelled.“, you informed him and after a few seconds of unbelieving silence, he groaned loudly.

“What the hell noona? Couldn’t you have texted me?“

With a laugh you stood up and squeezed his arm as a greeting before pulling the boy with you out of the room.

“Nope. We have this assignment due soon anyway and I figured we could work on it in the library. Besides, Mr. Kim only told us 10 minutes ago anyway. So don’t look at me like this.“

His dark doe eyes were directed at you accusingly, expressing how he could have stayed in bed a little longer.

“I’ll buy you a bagel on the way okay?“

At the prospect of free food, his face light up and before you knew it, Jungkook was the one pulling you with him.

You didn’t know how, but since the first day Jungkook had walked in your shared class, you two had become something close to friends. He was still dating your best friend. And she was still spotting the shame questionable behaviour. But you actually found yourself really enjoying his presence and you had to admit he was great fun. You liked him. And, you mused, this way you could keep an eye on the younger boy. Somewhat feeling responsible for not keeping Yeonseo from toying with the boy.

When you had asked her whether she knew that Jungkook was smart, she had simply rolled her eyes and told you she didn’t care. She wasn’t dating him for his brain anyway. The thing was, you knew she wasn’t. You weren’t deaf for god sake and since the walls of your little house were fine, you knew what she and Jungkook were doing in that bedroom of hers. Not like they cared. And you didn’t care about walking in on them and complaining either. Honestly, you were fed up with him. And since you became a lot closer with Jungkook, it made you feel uncomfortable as well. You sure didn’t want to hear his high pitched moans when you were trying to relax.

Yeonseo had noticed your growing friendship with her boyfriend and she wasn’t even bothered. You had worried at first, but you got the feeling she was somewhat relieved. Relieved there was someone else keeping him company. And that annoyed you. But you had kept your mouth shut. So instead you tried to be good fun when hanging with Jungkook. Not like you tried a lot. It came naturally with him. It was a little like you had known each other for ages and he got you. He even watched your kDramas with you without rolling his eyes once and in return, you said yes to playing overwatch with him. You had a dynamic that worked and while he pulled you across campus you couldn’t help but smile.

Jungkook noticed your absent thoughts and he bumped your shoulder with his.

“I never asked you but I’ve been wondering…in which soulmate system are you? “

“Hmm?“, you looked up puzzled and your brain took a few seconds to register his question.

“Oh the emotion one. I can feel them.“, you said but hesitated before adding: “I can feel him.“

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly.

“Him? So you’re straight?“

You chuckled before shaking your head. You weren’t, actually.

“No. I don’t care about gender. But I uh…I can quite clearly feel male emotions.“

That had the younger boy laughing and you sipped at your hot coffee.

“Male emotions? As if we felt different things than you girls. “, he snorted at your ignorance.

“Your orgasms feel different.“, you plainly said and watched Jungkook choking on his coffee. You weren’t kidding. Every time your soulmate engaged in sexual activities you could feel it, and you could feel his release. Which felt different than yours. So you figured it had to be a man.

“Is your soulmate male or female?“, you asked curiously and you didn’t notice how his steps faltered suddenly before he moved again.

“Female I think. “, he said quietly, avoiding your curious eyes.

“Fort the same reason you just said out loud.“

You nodded slowly and wrapped your jacket closer to your freezing frame. Autumn was incredible cold this year and the leave were crunching under your boots.

“You can feel her too? “

Of course he did. You knew he was in the same system as you. But it felt nice to be able to talk to someone who knew what it was like.

Your question had him snorting once again and a smug grin appeared on his face, making his boyish feature look a lot more daring.

“Sometimes. She doesn’t have sex a lot. She makes out with feeling but never really goes further than the belt.“

You sighed at that and Jungkook pulled his beanie closer in his face before throwing you a questioning look.

“That must be nice.“, you explained. “Mine is a whore.“, you mused with a grin, taking away the edge form your words. You didn’t mean them accusingly.

Jungkook only shrugged and held the door oft he library open for you to step through it. Gentleman, huh?

“Means you’ll be getting great sex in the future.“

Of course he’d say that.

The library was filled with studying and whispering students and you both had a little trouble finding a space to work in. When you had settled into the booth in the corner right next to some windows you turned to him and tapped the back of his hand with your fingertip slightly.

“Can I ask you something?“

“Would you refrain from doing so if I said no?“

“No.“

“Figured.“

“You wouldn’t leave Yeonseo for your soulmate, would you. “

It wasn’t really a question rather than an observation and by the way Jungkook diverted his eyes from you, you were right. Was he really so in love with your best friend? How? You couldn’t imagine loving someone else than your soulmate. Oh you had had crushes. You had your fair share of seven minutes in heaven. But you knew that at the end of he day your heart belonged to your soulmate, wherever he might be.

“Can I ask you… why? When you know your perfect person is out there? “

His eyes had darkened as soon as you had said perfect and a gloomy shadow took over his face. Pulling his books out of the backpack he took his time in answering you. You would have been okay with him ignoring your question. You weren’t asking to be disrespectful, but out of curiosity and yes, concern, for your friend.

“You don’t have to answer if-“

“I don’t believe in soulmates.“, he interrupted you without looking at you, pretending to be busy looking through his messy notes.

The silence that followed had him looking up, finding you staring at him with thoughtful eyes. Sometimes he couldn’t figure you out. Way back when you two hadn’t been as close, he always saw you as this neatly organized person who mastered life perfectly. You had good grades, a lot of friends, a few guys and girls pinning after you and Jungkook had always wondered how you and his girlfriend were best friends. But he had figured out quite quickly that you were lonely. He suspected you didn’t know yourself, but whenever he saw you at a party or in a group of friends you had a guarded curtain over your personality. You watched your words and your actions and whenever someone mentioned their soulmate you had this longing in your eyes. Jungkook thought you to be lonely and he assumed that the following words would shock you.

“I know they exist. That’s not it. But I don’t think we’re perfect for them. We’re better off dating other people.“

He watched you gulp but you stayed silent. Your wondering eyes searching his face before you settled on a tiny nod.

“Okay.“, was all you said before you opened your laptop and added: “You still deserve better.“

Any attempt to get a reaction out of you failed so Jungkook only wondered about how weird you sometimes were before you both worked in silence on your assignments.

He really couldn’t read you.

They were at it. Again.

You groaned in frustration at their inconsideration at you being in the living room, trying to watch your drama. As if it wasn’t bad enough to hear your best friend and Jungkook fucking down the hall, your soulmate had decided to get laid once again as well. Burying your face in a pillow you let out a silent scream. Normally, whenever your dear soulmate was at it, you’d disappear into your room to touch yourself. But with Jungkook groaning next door you felt too awkward, almost imagining him doing you. Your brain was fried. Positively fried from the test you had this morning, making your last few functioning brain cells imagining Jungkook all sweaty and whiny. You really had to stop. But you couldn’t with your soulmate edging further towards his release and you felt the echo of his emotions in your own body.

10 more minutes.

That’s how long it took your soulmate to come down from his high and 10 more minutes for Yeonseo emerging from her room in workout gear before running out of the door. No cuddling for Jungkook, huh?

You stayed put with your back of crisps until Jungkook plopped down next to you, snatching the bag out of your hands.

“Don’t you have any shame?“

“Nope.“

You sighed.

“You sound like a fucking girl.“

Jungkook stopped munching to stare at you offendedly.

“Excuse me?“

“You’re so whiny in bed it’s hilarious. And your moans put Sunmi‘s high notes to shame.“

His strong arms pushed you into the cushions of the sofa and his long fingers started tickling you, making you scream in laughter. Squirming under his hold you lifted your knee and stopped right in front of his junk.

“Get off me or I’ll crush your balls.“

With a whine he buried his face in your neck and Jungkook could feel the laughter shaking your body. He could your hands pressing against his shoulders, trying to push him off your body but both of you knew that neither minded the closeness. Somehow, in a short time, you had gotten much closer to him than he was to Yeonseo and Jungkook didn’t know why or how, but he had accepted the ugues of his body to seek closeness. Urges of his mind to talk to you.

With your lips right next to his ear he indulged in the sound of your laughter and giggles and he hummed in content when you gave up your playful attempts of pushing the broad male off your body and petted his head instead. What you didn’t know was that Jungkook was a cuddler, needing affection and intimacy. But he was starving with Yeonseo as a girlfriend. So you involuntarily had filled that hallow space and Jungkook found himself nestled up in your embrace while your eyes were focused on the drama on the TV screen.

This is home he thought to himself and for a little while, the memory of his girlfriend kissing his roommate Juwon hurt a little less.

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quicksilversquared · 4 years ago

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The Wavering Peahen: Chapter 5

When Nathalie started feeling oddly ill again, both she and Gabriel were worried that the Peacock Miraculous might somehow (impossibly) be to blame again.

So naturally, they pick someone else to be the Peacock for a bit. You know, as a test subject. Except the new Peacock… doesn’t exactly know that.

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"Oh my god, you guys, you'll never guess what my mom did for me!" Lila announced as she arrived at the picnic just a little bit on the late side and, other than her phone and a hastily-made Thermos of tea, completely empty-handed. If anyone asked, she would just claim that she had meant to make something, but she had overslept and not been able to start early enough to pull off what she had intended. "It was so sweet of her!"

Heads turned her way, and several of the other girls stepped closer like they were being drawn by a string. Rose was the first to speak up.

"What did she do, Lila?"

"She brought my old phone to a specialist so they could recover some of my old photos off of it- it got destroyed during one of my mission trips to South America and I lost all sorts of data!" Lila practically wilted at the 'memory'. "Thankfully my contacts were backed up in the cloud, but I lost all of my photos! All of those memories, gone! I thought that there was no way to get them back!"

Rose gasped in excitement. "But she got them recovered! That's so great!"

"Some were lost for good- most of them, actually. But I got some back and now they're on my phone and on the cloud, just in case." Lila glanced around. "I don't know if- would anyone like to see them, maybe?"

Rose nodded at once, practically teleporting to Lila's side in her eagerness to see. Alya wasn't far behind, and then Mylène and Nino came behind her. Lila beamed, pulling out her phone and swiping to open up her photos. She had stuck in some landscape photos that she had snagged online to mix it up so that not all of her photos were shots of her and famous people, but obviously the celeb shots were the star of the show.

"Oh, that's Prince Ali!" Rose said happily, half-hanging over Lila's arm to see the phone screen better. "You two definitely look close!"

"Yes, well, we've worked with each other several times," Lila told her. "So of course we're close! I took this picture maybe a year and a half ago? I was at his castle for two weeks while discussing all of the different types of charity work we were doing and ideas for going forward. It was lovely there, really. The beds were so comfortable, and the food was amazing!"

There was a chorus of 'that's so cool!'s and 'you're so lucky!'s. Lila beamed, happy with the attention, and dove into her prepared story, tying in a few of the few of stories that she had told before. More of their classmates gathered around, trying to get a glimpse of her phone. Lila held it up to show the photos off as she went, ever-thoughtful. One story turned into two, then ten, then a dozen as she flipped through the photos. It was a lot- normally she just did one story at a time, peppering them in where they were relevant- but she had been too sick to come up with many stories recently and of course the photos provided a perfect opportunity do a bit of talking.

(Maybe it was a bit too much talking, considering that she was still recovering from her illness and her throat was already sore and she was still feeling a bit faint every so often, but she was on a roll and needed to press her advantage while she had it. These photos were gold, and she needed to milk them for all they were worth.)

"Oh, those shots of you and Ladybug are great!" Alya exclaimed once Lila swiped to the first of the Ladybug pictures. Even though it was just a Ladybug look-alike, Lila had found herself gritting her teeth as she forced herself to cozy up to the sentimonster's side. She hadn't given in to the urge to punch the sentimonster in the face, just as a bit of stress relief, but that had less to do with being nice and more to do with her being worried that she was going to lose control of the sentimonster and have it turn on her. "Those must have been pretty recent, right? Were they on your old phone, too?"

"Ah- no, those were just from yesterday afternoon," Lila fibbed quickly, trying not to cringe. She probably should have held off of putting the Ladybug pictures on her phone- those would always be relevant, she could show them off some other time if she ever hit a lull in attention- but it was too late for that now. Maybe she could get a couple more posters and do another sentimonster session before Hawkmoth took the Miraculous back so that she would have more photo evidence in the future. "She was out on a run and saw me when I was on a walk to try to brainstorm ideas to help the global anti-pollution initiative with Prince Ali. Since we're friends, she decided to drop down and say hi! It was so nice of her."

"She must have been keeping a low profile," Alya commented, leaning in closer. "I didn't get any reports of superhero spottings yesterday, but I know they've been out before without people noticing! Did she help come up with any ideas?"

"No, she wanted to get going again before she got noticed and mobbed," Lila told her. "Which is understandable! She said she would think it over and get back to me if she came up with anything."

Alya nodded. "Yeah, that makes sense. I'm sure she'll come up with something, though! Considering how creative she is with Lucky Charms, I bet that she'll think up something cool."

Lila tried not to let her smile get too strained as she faked her enthusiasm. "Yeah! I mean, if it's anything too out there, it might be hard to get people on board, but some out of the box ideas might just be what the world needs!"

"Would you mind sharing those photos on the Ladyblog?" Alya asked eagerly. "I always love adding good pictures of the superheroes, and those are fantastic."

Trying not to smile too obviously, Lila nodded. "Of course! That's fine." Honestly, the more people who saw it, the better. That way, if Ladybug decided to be a brat again and tried to call Lila out, it would be far easier for Lila to claim that they had had a falling out and Ladybug was being an asshole about it and for that to actually be believed. "I'll send the photos to you right away, actually, before I forget."

Alya grinned, whipping out her phone eagerly. "Great! Lemme just- ah, I should probably think of an actual article or something to go along with the photos, huh? Uh- maybe something about how Ladybug isn't just saving the world from evil, but also from pollution? Obviously I'd say that you're the one doing most of the pollution work," she added hastily to Lila. "Or two superheroines- one saving the world from supervillains, the other saving the world from pollution? I like that better! And then I'll just mention the crossover, her helping you come up with ideas and you helping her behind the scenes with akuma attacks sometimes!"

Lila nodded, attaching the photos to an email and sending it off to Alya. "That sounds good! And if you want any more details, just ask!"

"I will, trust me!"

Ten minutes later, Lila's audience started getting restless, clearly done with story time. She wrapped up quickly, claiming that she didn't want to take up everyone's time and monopolize the attention and promising to show off the remainder of the photos at school. Some people stuck around to ask a few questions, but others wandered off. Lila wasn't bothered. After all, the stories would get around eventually.

Eventually, Lila got to step away to peruse the picnic table. She didn't pick anything up since she still wasn't feeling 100% after her earlier dizzy spell, and getting nauseous and barfing would bring her a sort of attention that she didn't want, but it was a nice break from remembering all of her stories and playing her part.

The food spread looked pretty good- though Lila wrinkled her nose at an array of baked goods that had clearly come from Marinette's family's bakery- and she made a note of a few things that she wanted to try later, when she felt better. With one more glance around, Lila stepped away from the table and back towards the rest of her classmates. As she did, she nearly bumped into Marinette. The other girl's eyes narrowed at her but she didn't say anything, opting to simply walk past Lila instead.

Well. That wouldn't do.

"You missed out on seeing my pictures earlier," Lila said, raising her voice just enough that Marinette wouldn't be able to miss it. "Which is a pity, really. There were some really nice ones that my mom recovered off of my old phone. If you wanted, I could still show you a couple."

Marinette snorted. "So you've taken up Photoshop as a hobby, I take it?" she asked dryly. "And I think I'll pass on looking at the photos. If I wanted to see something that wasn't real, I'd go watch an action hero movie. That would at least be enjoyable."

Lila sniffed. "You're just so certain that they're doctored. Do you know how jealous that makes you sound? It's not a very attractive look on you at all."

"Puh-leeze. There was a photo of me and Jagged Stone on the cover of Metal Lord not even a year ago, and I've got actual selfies of me and Clara Nightingale on my phone from when she was doing her music video. I don't need Photoshop." Marinette rolled her eyes, stepping further away from Lila. "Some of us actually have the connections that you pretend to have. If anyone is jealous, it's you."

With that, she turned and left, heading across the park to join Alya and Nino and Adrien. Alya was still hunched over her phone- no doubt hastily getting a rough draft of her article done- but the others were just chatting and relaxing. The fact that Adrien was still clearly on Marinette's side was really annoying, but soon enough he wouldn't be. Not once Lila took some video of the senti-Marinette being a brat. Because it would take video to persuade him, she knew that. Photos wouldn't be enough, not when he was already suspicious of her. She would probably have to wait a week or so to actually show anyone the video, space things out to make them more believable-

Lila's breath caught in her throat as another dizzy spell washed over her. All of a sudden, she wasn't so positive that it was a good idea to come out today. She had just been recovering from a decently long sickness, and then she got up super early and had been pushing herself all day. Yeah, it had been nice to show off her photos right away, but maybe it would have been smarter to wait until Monday. Lila could have ridden out her dizzy spells at home, both the major ones and the smaller ones that had been plaguing her while she showed off her photos.

...maybe she could just sit down and she would be fine?

"Lila! Over here!" Rose called, almost as though she was reading Lila's mind. She waved and patted the bench next to her. "Max was about to start telling us about the changes he made to his game!"

Lila nearly groaned at the thought. Listening to Max meant listening to stats and graphics and coding nonsense that she really couldn't care less about. She avoided it when she could. But it also meant that she wouldn't have to talk, and if she tuned out and missed something and got asked about it, she could just claim that she had gotten lost on all of the technical details.

So really, it was practically perfect.

"What kinds of changes?" Lila asked, walking over and sitting on the fee bit of bench. "New villains?"

Max nodded, pushing his glasses back up on his nose. "That is some of it, yes. Having an ever-expanding cast of characters keeps it interesting and a challenge for those who have already played a lot and know how to defeat their opponents. There were some complaints that there were then too many rounds between the start and the boss villain, so I now have an option for people to select the number of akumas that they want to battle and which akumas they get is randomized. I also have added difficulty levels, for those wanting to deviate from the standard game. After examining the akuma stats, I have identified some that are more or less challenging than average and so the non-normal difficulty selections have a more limited pool of opponents to choose from. I also added Mayura to the game. I considered putting in Pavona, too, but..."

"She could be the boss villain for easy mode," Rose suggested. "Since she's not as good of a fighter as Hawkmoth!"

Max considered that, nodding absently. "Yes, I could see that. I have different coding for different fight levels already, so I could use the one I developed for the lowest akumas."

"The lowest akumas?" Lila asked, incredulous. "She- surely she's better than the lowest akumas, right? When she was out, she wasn't exactly just getting tossed to the side."

There was a long pause. Lila blinked, looking around.

Surely everyone could admit that Pavona wasn't completely useless on the battlefield, right? They had eyes, even if they were ridiculously biased towards the superheroes. There had been times when Pavona had been more than holding her own.

(Well. Times when she hadn't been failing spectacularly, at least, and mostly because the heroes were outnumbered, but she was choosing to ignore that.)

"I mean, I guess she's a better fighter than that giant baby," Alix offered after a long moment. "Not that that's hard, exactly. But as far as game context goes, it doesn't really make sense for the final boss to be as easy or easier than the akumas that came before it."

Max nodded, jotting that down. "That's a good point! I might make her a slight bit more of a threat than she actually is in real life, just for the game's sake. Though she does have the sentimonster thing going for her- maybe I can keep her fight level the same, but just have a couple different sentimonsters that she'll get paired with. That'll be the bit making the boss battle harder."

"That was a good point about how Pavona shouldn't be easier than the akumas in the game, Lila!" Rose chirped, beaming at her. "That'll definitely help improve the game!"

"Yeah, no problem," Lila managed, hoping that she didn't sound like she was talking through gritted teeth. She steadied herself against the table as her vision blurred out again for a moment, her mind going dizzy with it. "I'm always happy to help!"

"I think the problem that I'm facing then is coding so that Pavona and the sentimonster work together," Max said, tapping his pencil against the spine of his notebook. "And the same for the challenge mode, I think. It would have Hawkmoth and Mayura as the final boss, and they would work together. For that, some of the later levels could have randomized akuma-sentimonster pairings!"

"Ooh, good idea!"

"Nice!"

Lila tuned out as the conversation wandered off into more details of the game, improvements that could be made to the akuma powers to make them more flexible and not so fixed. Max eventually wandered off into a discussion- or a monologue, really, even while checked out Lila couldn't help but note that no one else was contributing much anything to the discussion- about coding specifics, and Lila tried not to sigh.

Boring. Boring, boring, boring.

Even after sitting and relaxing for nearly half an hour, Lila still had absolutely no appetite. In fact, the mere thought of eating much anything was making her feel a bit ill, which was a bit concerning.

And yet she found herself staring down at a full plate of food in her lap.

To her own credit, she had tried to get out of eating anything, claiming that she had woken up late and eaten breakfast late and therefore didn't have an appetite, and besides her mom hadn't remembered to buy the things she needed to make something to bring and she would feel bad about taking food when she hadn't brought any. But her classmates had insisted that it was fine, that no one blamed her for not being able to bring anything, and that really, couldn't she eat just a little? So Lila had been pretty much forced to relent and load up her plate.

Maybe she could have let on that she had a bit of lingering nausea from her illness, but she had (for once) not wanted any more attention on her. She had been completely in charge of the narrative earlier, keeping the focus and gossip on what she wanted her classmates to pay attention to, and having the talk about her turn from her celebrity connections to her mysterious illness would be not exactly ideal. An illness could push the focus on her proof to the backs of their minds, easily forgotten about given some time, and she was not about to let a little cold do that.

Lila was made of stronger stuff than that, she knew she was. After all, she was a supervillain. Things weren't going to be easy.

But it was still frustrating that the challenge was coming from something as everyday as a stupid cold.

(She should have just left it at I ate breakfast late and so I'm not very hungry and then maybe she could have gotten away with just taking a little fruit and nothing else. The comment about not having brought anything, in retrospect, made the breakfast thing sound like a flimsy excuse for not eating.)

Hopefully she would feel better again soon. It was just so stupid that she had been feeling so great, and then all of a sudden, she was feeling worse than she had before. Sure, she had been able to milk her cold for all it was worth as far as homework went, but much longer and the teachers wouldn't turn a blind eye to that anymore. And sure, she had gotten out of actually doing anything in gym while she was sick, but she could do that just as easily with a claim that her arthritis was acting up or that she had rolled her ankle the previous day.

(There was also the issue of what she could possibly do if someone brought concerns to their teachers and they insisted on calling Lila's mom. She couldn't let that happen, or else all of her hard work would be for nothing.

Maybe she could spread the lie that her mom was already on top of it and taking her in to the doctor's office for a checkup. If the teachers knew that Mrs. Rossi was already aware of Lila's health problem, then perhaps they would be less inclined to reach out as well.)

"Aren't you hungry, Lila?" Rose asked anxiously, and Lila startled out of her thoughts. She had been staring at her plate without eating anything for too long, clearly. "You've just been pushing your food around and not eating anything."

"Ah, well, I did have a late breakfast," Lila managed, doing her best to make her excuses sound confident, even as another wave of dizziness passed over her. Was it just her imagination, or were they getting more frequent? "I must have eaten more than I thought then, so I'm not very hungry yet. I- maybe I'll just set my plate away to eat later. I just couldn't resist taking some food, it all looked so good."

"Oh, okay," Rose agreed after a moment's pause. "It's too bad we don't have a heating lamp or something to keep the food warm and fresh for you! Some of it won't be as good cold."

Lila flashed her a smile. "Thanks for the concern, but I'm sure it will still be good! And if not- well, the next time we have a picnic, I'll be sure to wake up earlier or not eat as much breakfast."

"We'll have to do this again soon, then!"

Lila smiled and nodded. "That sounds fun! It'll be a good way to keep up with everyone over the summer- well, at least if I'm still in the country and not traveling. I don't know what my mom's plans are yet."

Everyone nodded, letting out little murmurs of understanding.

"Hopefully you'll get to go some cool places!" Mylène piped up. "I mean, I hope you'll be around for part of the summer so that you can go on all of the group activities like picnics and pool trips, but I know how important it is for you to get to travel and meet people who can help out with your charities and environmental work and everything!"

Lila forced another smile in the direction where- well, she could mostly see Mylène between the spots that had momentarily taken over her vision. She blinked, and her vision cleared. "Yeah, it would be nice to get to hang out and be a normal kid for a bit, but I also want to see some of my friends from other places in person again! I've been keeping in touch by email and video call, of course, but it's just not the same."

"The downside to traveling," Mylène agreed. "I've made friends while traveling before- average people, not princes and whatnot- but I never end up staying in touch with them for that long once I leave. Our emails just end up tapering off."

Several of the others nodded in agreement. Lila almost did, too- after all, she always let communications with her former classmates taper off and end after a few months after she had to move or switch schools- before she caught herself.

Right. No talking about her real life experiences, or else people would start picking up on the inconsistencies and the ways that Lila's real life didn't line up with the other stories that she had told.

The conversation slowly turned to the kinds of friendships other people had made while on vacation with their families and how long they kept communicating once they had left, and Lila tuned it out in favor of trying to force down a few bites of food. There were a couple things that weren't overly sweet or spicy that didn't make her stomach want to completely turn itself inside out, so Lila nibbled on them while she pretended to listen to her classmates blather on about completely non-impressive people who they had met.

"Lila, if you aren't hungry yet, you don't have to eat," Rose said suddenly, cutting herself off mid-sentence. She glanced over at the picnic table, then perked up. "Hey, the container I brought my salad in is empty! You could just put your food in that and bring it home to eat later if you wanted!"

"That's so kind of you, Rose!" Lila managed. Ugh, forcing herself to eat anything had clearly been a bad choice. She had thought that she would be able to handle a few bites, but she was feeling more nauseous than ever. She didn't want to let that on, though. She wouldn't. She couldn't distract from her own stories and photos by being ill. "That sounds like a great idea. I don't want the food I took to have to go to waste. I-" she cut herself off as her stomach rolled again.

Maybe talking right now wasn't the best idea.

"Let's go get it, then!" Rose chirped, popping up out of her seat. "And you can grab anything you want to eat later from the table, too, while we're doing that. I know no one's going to mind if you take stuff to go!"

Lila pushed herself to her feet to follow Rose, doing her best to act as though everything was normal as she swung her legs over the bench and started walking. Her vision had almost completely fuzzed out as soon as she got up, but she couldn't let that stop her. It would clear up soon enough, after all. It always had before.

She took one step, then another, then a third, forcing them even and casual. On the fourth, Lila felt herself wobble, suddenly both dizzy and weak.

And on the fifth step, everything went black.

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