#im not diminishing what T went through let's make that clear

[dangerpronebuddie]

Picture this for me, will you?

You've been dating this person for a few months now. You had a rocky start, they wanted you to be ready for something you only just discovered days before your first date, but overall you think the relationship is going well. You're comfortable enough to have him over to your place for a quiet dinner. You've had a horrible few days, your entire world seems to be falling apart around you, so you lean on your significant other.

The closest thing you've ever had to a father (your own was emotionally absent and you weren't close to your grandparents) has just had a near death experience. He's okay, but you're still shaken about it. You just want someone to talk to. So you bring it up.

And instead of your significant other being a shoulder to lean on and be open with, they choose to joke about the event. You try to hide that it upset you, they probably didn't mean anything by it. They just wanted to make you feel better, right?

You get the conversation back on track- or try to. They proceed to tell you they're jealous, practically telling you you're lucky you have someone to be so worried about. They didn't have a relationship with their father, or the person who could've been their father figure. Now you feel bad for making it about you. So you try to connect on some common ground based on what they said. You both have deep seated issues with your father.

Your significant other proceeds to deny it, despite just stating otherwise. They're not letting you in. Then, for reasons you still don't understand, they make a point to not only agree that you have those issues, but that it's kinda kinky.

You realize they've talked like this before. Not made it about sex but… they dismissed you. Brushed your feelings or your wants- no matter how small- under the carpet, and made you feel like the things you thought were important didn't matter. Maybe you're overreacting. It's been an awful week, emotions are still running high with no chance of peace, so maybe it's just you.

But then again... maybe it isn't.

[uncomfortable-writers]

Sugar and Spice 2 (Tony x Reader)

(Gif credit to owner)

Fandom: Marvel

Character: Tony Stark

Persona: Female 

Word Count: 3,403

Warnings: Sugar Daddy!Tony, swearing, light smut in public, NSFW

18+ Only!

A/N - Decided to turn it into a little mini series! More plot driven then just straight up smut. Enjoy <3

Read Part One Here!

Tag List: @ofmiceand-batman​ // @hulksmashin-bannerpackin //

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The sunlight peeked through the slight crack in the curtains, creeping softly over your closed eyelids. You groaned, shifting your head further into the pillow you were cuddling silently refusing to wake up. It was the faint smell of cologne simmering in the air and drifting innocently into your nostrils which reluctantly made your eyes open. Of course he was gone. Tony never stayed the night. He usually left soon after the deed was done, sometimes a few hours later if he craved further affection like cuddles. He must of let himself out after you’d fallen asleep. 

Hickies and scratches were the only physical evidence of your late night activities, Tony’s scent a reminder that it wasn’t just a filthy dream. Your once pristine bed now a sinful disarray of tousled sweat-stained sheets, pillows scattered on the floor along with the pink bodysuit you’d worn. You willed your heavy heart to stop dwelling on the nostalgia from last night, sometimes you just wished that when you woke up in the morning, Tony was still there. With a shake of your head you pushed the thoughts away reminding yourself that this was only a business arrangement. Sitting up on your bed you felt like you were hungover; your body ached from the unholy acts Tony inflicted upon you. You wouldn’t have it any other way though. 

Reaching out you picked up your phone. Your eyes scanned quickly over the various notifications ignoring the ones from Instagram and Snapchat, you were looking for one in particular. The little bit of naive hope you had left was diminished when you saw only a notification from your bank stating that a recent deposit had been made, “Typical”, you murmured, you didn’t know why you still hoped he’d send a good morning text, afterall when did Tony ever text you just to talk? 

“Shit!”, groaning you quickly swung your legs over the side of your bed. You were late for work. Again. There was no way your boss, Pete, would tolerate this. Because of Tony you were late for the third time this week, he always wore you into a sleep coma. 

You scowled at the burnt out candles as you grabbed a set of work clothes out of a drawer and dashed into your bathroom. A few hours late was better than not turning up at all right? It took you minutes to get ready, grabbing your already packed bag, you left to catch the bus for work hoping that you could still keep your job.

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The journey was mundane apart from the anxiety seeping in your bones. You almost turned and bolted way from your place of work but you ignored the apprehension. You couldn’t run from all your problems in life.

Your friend Mia was the first to greet you as you entered the bustling workplace, for an office it sure was lively, “Pete’s gonna have a field day with you”, she teased waltzing past you to the break room, “Is that why you were late again?”. Mia tapped the side of her own neck with a smirk and you suddenly realised you hadn’t covered up the hickies. You couldn’t help but to grin back at her, “Mind your own business”. Mia hovered by the break room doorway to dish out one final taunt, “Y’know I don’t even know why you still work here, if I was getting what you earn in one night I’d retire for life”. You rolled your eyes at your friend, she knew about your arrangement just not who it was with although she tried on many occasions to find out. Walking over to the clock-in machine you called back, “Girl needs a hobby Mia”. 

Your mood was starting to look up, maybe today wouldn’t be as bad as you first though. Just as you were putting your clock-in sheet back into the slot, Pete popped his head around his office door, “(Y/N)! My office now!”, he did not look happy. Mia tapped your shoulder, “Good luck”, and made her way back to her desk. ‘Spoke too soon’, you thought.

Smiling sheepishly, you leaned through the open door way, “You wanted to see me?”. Your boss nodded his head and motioned for you to come fully into the room. You offered him your sweetest smile, sitting down you clasp your hands in your lap and tried to turn up your charm. He sighed. Rubbing his forehead he finally met your eyes, “I’m gonna keep this to the point (Y/N). I’m making you redundant, you’ve had too many warnings”. You put on your best puppy dog eyes, “Pete please-”, but your boss cut you off, “I told you what would happen a few days ago if you were late again. You’ve had too many chances”. You wanted to protest again. Sure you didn’t need the job but it was something to do on the side to keep a steady income, just in case of emergencies. Ultimately the arrangement you had with Tony wasn’t forever. “No ifs or buts, I want your desk cleared by the end of the day”, Pete said then he wordlessly went back to typing away on his computer signalling the conversation was over. You nodded your head and walked out of his office feeling quite frustrated. 

Your mobile vibrated against your hip. You fished it out of your pocket as you dropped onto your office chair:

From: Daddy ♡

Hey princess, daddy wants to play xoxo

Given any other circumstances and you’d be hornier than Loki’s helmet, but right now you were pissed off and defeated. 

To: Daddy ♡

Not now i’m busy 

His reply didn’t take longer than a second, almost like he was waiting for you which unbeknown to you he was. Sat alone in his huge office, on the highest floor of Stark Tower Tony grew bored of doing paperwork. His eyes lazily read through mission reports, his mind drifting to something more fun than paperwork, that something being you.

From: Daddy  ♡

So? go to the bathroom and take some pics for me ;) xo

Your patience was being tested. You scowled at your phone, you were in this mess because of Tony, “Ugh”. Mia popped her head over the cubicle at the sound of your sigh, “Trouble in paradise?”. You didn’t look at her as you typed out a blunt response, “Yeah”.

To: Daddy  ♡

I said no

Tony frowned at your text, genuinely stunned by your response. You were usually always up for whatever fun Tony wanted. He slumped back in his luxury leather chair for a few moments trying to formulate a response. When his brain came up short he rested his chin on his hand and typed a reply, confused about what had upset you so much. Tony wasn’t used to rejection, especially from you. After replying he dropped his phone onto the desk pouting, he schemed up a plan to make you happy again. You must be truly down in the dumps if you didn’t want to play with Tony when he asked.

From: Daddy  ♡ 

Okay

You didn’t grace Tony with a response able to tell that he was upset. Mia rested her head on the top of the cubicle, “Take it Pete wasn’t too nice”. You put your phone into your bag, staring at the clutter on the desk you tried to figure out what you wanted to keep and what you could trash. “Got till the end of the day to tidy this shit up and go”, you lazily spoke deciding that your nails were a lot more interesting. Mia made her way around into your cubicle, “Looks like I better help you then”.

It was around 4pm when you finally got home. 

Two small cardboard boxes were discarded by your door containing what little desk ordinates you’d deemed worthy of being saved. The rest was trashed, Mia drove you home thankfully so you didn’t have to struggle with the boxes on the bus. Your room was just as messy as you left it this morning only adding to your soured mood. Discarding your work heels you waddled over to your bed and dramatically fell onto it. As much as you wanted to sleep you could feel it evading you, much like you were avoiding checking your constantly buzzing phone. To distract yourself you decided to go job hunting, not the best way to spend a Friday evening but it was better than moping around.

You didn’t even bother to tidy up your bed sheets as you slowly opened your laptop lid and sluggishly began browsing. You phone pinged again and finally you welcomed the distraction.

Grabbing it you began to read through the notifications ignoring most of them until you came to Tony’s messages:

From: Daddy  ♡

are you free yet princess??? xoxo ---- work’s boring wanna play?? xo ---- c’mon (Y/N) u know i dont like the silent treatment :( x ---- miss u baby girl ♡

You rolled your eyes, as annoyed at him as you were, you couldn’t resist the charisma he exuded even over text.

To: Daddy ♡

sorry stressful day at work, miss u too x

The local advertisements were boring as ever, nothing was catching your eye. Mia’s words about retiring echoed in your head, maybe it was time to work full time as a sugar baby. You thought about it for a few seconds before you envisioned Tony’s reaction. He could get very jealous when he wanted, maybe you’d bring it up with him if you couldn’t find any suitable job offers.

From: Daddy ♡

it’s okay baby, get dressed im taking u out for dinner. my treat. be there soon xoxo

“Guess I’ll get ready then”, you mumbled tossing your phone onto the bed, like usual you didn’t really have a choice. Gliding over to your wardrobe you pulled the doors open and stared at the contents. Dinner with Tony meant putting on a show and splashing the cash. Plates of expensive food that costed a small fortune for only a minute portion. Wine aged for centuries and dresses fit for models. It was never simple with Tony so there was no way in hell you could get away with putting on a t-shirt and jeans.

Your hands slipped over costly gowns made of the finest silks and other fabrics, the colours wonderfully exuberant in the gentle light. All beautiful gifts from Tony. He loved to spoil you, loved to have you on his arm in some sheer, little black dress that showed your delicate curves and long legs, loved the way people would look longingly at you both, jealous that you were with each other. Time was quickly passing by as you studied each dress, they all fit you perfectly and you adored each one. Usually you would’ve asked Tony what colour his suit would be so you could match but you didn’t have time. Sighing for what felt like the billionth time that day you automatically reached for a short black one but your hand hesitated. Hovering over to a red dress you decided to switch things up. The makeup on your face was simple just like the small, black clutch you paired with your black heels.  Your phone whistled and you took that as your signal.

Skipping outside you first saw pricey convertible, you opened the passenger door and ducked in.

“Hey princess, aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes?”, Tony grinned, leaning over he placed a peck on your cheek, “Booked a place at your favourite restaurant, in your favourite booth too”. You barely had time to pull the safety belt around you before Tony pressed his foot to the peddle and jetted off.

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As much as Tony joked, complimented you and even touched you affectionately, the smile on your face didn’t quite meet your eyes and he couldn’t help but to be bothered by it.

“You know if you didn’t want to be here you could’ve just said no”, Tony half-smiled trying to keep the mood jovial although you could hear the underlying sadness in his tone. You tried to remain playful as you dismissed him, “Like you would’ve taken no for an answer”, your eyes then drifted around the restaurant. You were situated in a booth a few metres away from the other customers, almost secluded from everyone else. The booth was next to a massive window which showed the outside world below, it was dark now and the lights from various buildings lit up the night sky like fairy lights on a Christmas tree. Tony moved a little closer, his knee touching your own as he rested one of his large hands on it, “Alright you got me there but there’s something bothering you, so spill the beans (Y/N), I can’t help you otherwise”. This made your attention float back over to him; he was looking at you with such a sincere look in his wide brown eyes, he squeezed your knee encouragingly and you couldn’t help but crack before him. It was one of the reasons why you were still in an arrangement with him, Tony was so caring unlike any other man you’d ever met before.

A pouty look caused your bottom lip to jut out. Tony didn’t even try to hide his eyes glancing to them, dirty thoughts blooming in his mind. You continued to hold the expression secretly basking in knowing how it affected him. “I got fired because of you”. Finally Tony made eye contact with you, his eyebrows rising at the statement, “I got you fired? So that’s why you’ve been so pissy. Was it because of these?”, he rasped as he touched the few hickies visible on your neck and scattered just above the cut of the dress’ cleavage. Memories of last night invaded his mind and he couldn’t help but to smirk. You slapped his hand away, “No. You made me late again because I didn’t wake up in time”. Tony let his hand fall back to your knee, his eyebrows now knitted in confusion, “Sweetheart that sounds like you’re blaming me for a you problem”. You were starting to get irked again. There was truth on Tony’s part, you should’ve set alarms but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him. “No it is your fault, you came round late and let me fall asleep straight after”, your emotions were obvious on your features. You were about to swat his hand off your knee but Tony tightened his grip, a sacrilegious smile plastered to him. 

“My bad princess, you’re right, it’s my fault”, Tony’s calloused fingers ghosted up your exposed thigh, “Let daddy make it up to you”.

 Your eyes widened slightly as he started to push your dress up higher, he scooted closer to you in the booth completely intoxicating you with all of his being, “What? Here?”, Tony laughed at your incredulous tone, freezing his actions as you held his wrist in place. He leaned in to kiss your neck, “Let daddy make you happy princess”. You stifled a moan as his teeth grazed across one of your bruises, your grip on his wrist temporarily loosened as the first bouts of pleasure stirred within you. Tony leaned back into the booth, his other hand came to pull you into his side to urge you to relax, your head rested on his shoulder but you weren’t entirely comfortable yet, “What if someone sees?”. Tony placed a gentle kiss to your crown, “Just relax baby, I’ve got you”. 

His finger flitted over your clothed pussy, hot to the touch, you whimpered softly involuntarily feeling your legs flinch open to allow him more room. “That’s my good girl”, Tony cooed, you gripped his bicep as you let him please you. To anyone else in the restaurant it would’ve looked like you were cuddling Tony, but little did they know he was about to be knuckle-deep in your cunt.

Tony started to rub with two fingers, ever so slightly bumping against you clit as he stroked up and down. You tried to keep your breathing even, going as far as to bite your lip. “That’s it princess, just let daddy take care of you”, he praised feeling your panties dampen. He took it as cue that you wanted more. The attention stopped ever so suddenly. Tony pulled your underwear to the side, the air was cool against your core which was burning hot. His fingers were poised over your entrance, his voice was a low whisper that commanded your attention, “Tell daddy what you want, beg for it”. Tony had gotten you so worked up from the teasing that you didn’t stop yourself from indulging him. You cheeks were dusted pink as you briefly lifted your head to see his eyes, “Please daddy, I want you to fuck me with your fingers, please”, you mewled looking sultrily at him through your lashes. “God you’re perfect princess”, he replied, leaning into kiss you. His tongue made its way into your mouth and just in time as he finally plunged his fingers into your slit, a groan erupted from you but Tony swallowed it. 

Your tongues clashed perfectly in time to the rhythm Tony’s fingers were pounding into you at. Tony was the first to pull away, his lips swollen and hair slightly tousled, “When I first saw you in that dress tonight I knew sooner or later I’d have to touch you”, Tony slowed his fingers to deliver deeper strokes. You tried to resist the urge to buck up to meet his hand by squeezing his bicep, one dodgy move and people would know what you were up to. “I can’t wait till we blow this joint because I’m going to bend you over my car and fuck you silly”. You bit your lip to suppressed a hum, Tony continued, “And that’s a promise baby girl”, his fingers sped up again. Luckily the atmosphere of the restaurant was loud enough to block out the elicit noise of Tony’s fingers squelching in your pussy.  Tony added another finger to stretch you deliciously while he used another to rub your clit in tiny circles.

“Oh god daddy”, you purred feeling yourself getting closer to orgasm. Tony started to curl his fingers deliberately to hit spots within you that usual made you scream. You teeth drew blood as you harshly bit down on the inside of your cheek. “Gonna cum for me?”, he murmured into your ear, nuzzling it with his nose. “Yes”, you said breathily. It seemed impossible but Tony went even faster, your hips wiggled ever so slightly, “Then do it”, he instructed. With a few more well placed thrusts from his fingers your pussy clenched, warmth gushed around them. Tony was sure you’d bruised his arm from how hard your fingernails were digging but he didn’t mind. He helped you to ride out your orgasm, eventually stopping his movements altogether when you were done, “Good girl”, Tony commented withdrawing his fingers, he placed your now soaked underwear back in place. A raging blush blossomed on your face as you knew there’d be a wet spot on the chair. 

Tony wickedly licked his fingers clean, “You taste sweeter than any dessert, am I forgiven now?”.

Your lungs were still heaving in your chest, “I guess so, thank you daddy”, you pecked his lips and revelled in the fact you could taste yourself on them. Tony smiled at you, “Only guess so? I can get you your old job back if you want it, all you have to do is give me the name of your boss”. You shook your head, you tugged your red dress down until it was covering you correctly, “I’ll find a new one”. The last thing you wanted was for the people at your old workplace to know you were banging the Iron Avenger. Tony still grinned at you, “I can help with that too. Can even up your allowance till we find you a suitable place”, he finished with a wink. As grateful as you were, you didn’t need him to hold your hand everywhere you went, “Thank you but I’m sure I’ll get one just fine”.

“Alright suit yourself”, he chuckled loving how self-assure you were. A waiter approached your table carrying the orders of food, “Perfect timing, we’ve worked up quite an appetite”.

[thekeyten]

Felix and Jericho for 8, 14, and 21?

omg thank you!! im hyped let’s get to it:

8. Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

felix: they frustrate him to no end. and like here’s the thing. he’s good at them. but he hates how complicated they are just on principle. like he doesn’t Get them if that makes sense lmao

jericho: he is endlessly intrigued by them, like he loves he feeling of figuring one out? like he feels accomplished when he completes one. 

((and sometimes, when he’s annoyed at felix, he just leaves them out, like on felix’s desk or somewhere really open. and like they’ll be halfway complete, just to fuck with him, bc felix almost always picks them up and finishes them, but complains the whole time))

14. Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

felix: nope, he thinks that if you like something you should let yourself enjoy it instead of feeling guilty about it, because he thinks it diminishes the overall enjoyment of the thing

jericho: he doesn’t agree or disagree with the term, per se, but he TOTALLY has some. #1 being trashy romance. like. jericho is the kind of person who doesn’t want romance for himself, he thinks it sounds exhausting, but like. he LOVES reading/watching other people being happy and getting a happy ending like. but you will NEVER hear him admit that. 

21. What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

felix: he has a few things that will make him straight-up end a relationship then and there, no further questioning, regardless of the length of the relationship. 

1. is an s/o trying to pull him away from his family, or make him step back from the close relationships he has with his family. he just doesn’t want someone who doesn’t understand why his family is so important to him. 

2. is cheating, he just doesn’t have time for that shit. he doesn’t fault people who forgive s/o’s who do, but he just can’t deal with it. 

3. pressuring him for sex after boundaries have been established. he’s biromantic-ace and he doesn’t think that people who try to push him after he’s made his identity clear are worth his time. ((he isn’t sex averse, and he would consider it in a very long-term relationship, but only on his terms and only when he’s ready to consider it.))

4. hurting his family in literally any way, he just won’t stand for it, at all.

those are the biggest ones for him?? there are probably some smaller ones that would be the last straw after a lot of other shit has happened, but these are the major ones i think.

jericho: since he’s aroace, he doesn’t really think about this much. but if he was in a qp relationship with someone, he has a few things that just don’t fly with him.

1. combative or argumentative people. jericho has been a pacifist for basically his entire life, and people who just want to pick fights or get under people’s skin make him really uncomfortable.

2. people who try to make him talk about his past/scars before he’s ready to/comfortable with sharing. he went through A Lot during the wars and with the k10 and he really, really doesn’t like people who try to push him into sharing more than he’s ready to. 

those are the biggest ones for him, but he doesn’t really seek out partnerships in general, so they hardly come up.

thanks again for asking!! i love these two T^T

oc asks that reveal more than you think

[joohoneyhoe]

Push and Pull| Ten

|Chapter One| |Chapter Two| |Chapter Three| |Chapter Four| |Chapter Five| |Chapter Six| |Chapter Seven| |Chapter Eight| |Chapter Nine| |Chapter Ten| |Chapter Eleven|

pairing: Jimin x oc x Jaebum genre: angst word count: 1.9k a/n: Isolde spent three years with Jimin after meeting him by chance in a dance studio. He was perfect and he loved her, she thought he was the one she’d spend the rest of her life with. That all crumbles when he decides he wants to please his parents and leave her so he can be with someone like him. Isolde is plummeted into turmoil and leaves her job as a choreographer to move back home to the states. A mutual friend named Im Jaebum reaches out to console her, lift her back up from her fragile state. It’s a push and pull tug between what she thought she had and what she could have.

“I feel like we’ve been here before. Have we been here before, Is? I can’t recall.”

“This is the last time I get to do this for far too long, so shut up and kiss me, idiot.”

The last conversation I had with Isolde in person replayed in my head, over and over. Saying goodbye this time was a lot harder than it had been nine months ago and I hated it. That week had felt like the best week of my life. I couldn’t remember the last time I got to relax, not worry about going out and being spotted with who I was with. It was almost too good to be true.

The plane ride was hell and I hadn’t gotten in until late last night. Everyone was already in bed and I was too tired to tell anyone I was home. When I woke up in the morning, I had a text from Jinyoung to come to practice when I was ready

So, here I was, back to the same old, same old. In a tinted SUV, trying to avoid paparazzi and just make it to practice without incident. I pulled my phone from my pocket and typed out a text to Jackson.

[9:33 am] Me: Hey, I’m on my way. I didn’t mean to sleep so long

I didn’t expect him to respond so quickly, but my phone buzzed almost immediately.

[9:34 am] Jackson: It’s alright. I’ll meet you in the lobby. I gotta tell you something

[9:34 am] Me: Tell me something? Tell me what?

[9:34 am] Jackson: I’ll tell you when you get here. Trust me

[9:35 am] Me: Pulling up now

[9:35 am] Jackson: I’ll meet you at the elevators

I put my phone away, grabbing my bag and hopping out of the SUV. I was met by our guards who escorted me safely inside without a problem. After they went back to their office, I wandered to the elevators and found Jackson sitting at the bench beside them. He shot up and hugged me, catching me off guard.

“Nice to see you too, Wang.” I greeted as I pushed him away with a chuckle. His face gave off an expression I couldn’t quite read. Almost like he was worried or upset about whatever he had to tell me.

“Dude, what’s going on?” I questioned, arms crossing my chest. He adjusted the baseball cap on his head nervously, then shoved his hands in his pockets.

“The MAMA awards are in two weeks and we’re preforming, right?” he pointed out.

“Yeah, what’s your point?” he shuffled his feet, eyes downcast.

“Jackson?”

“Remember who we did it with last year?”

“BTS…” it was starting to click in my brain now.

“We’re collabing with them again. They’re here, right now, to start practicing.” my chest tightened, instant anger welling up in me. I clenched and unchenched my fist, knuckles going white. After spending an entire week with Isolde, I had to come back and face the man who had put her where she was in the first place. I couldn’t help but feel angry and defensive.

“You alright?” Jackson inquired, his face showing his concern. I took a deep breath, calming myself before speaking again.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I just–I’m fine.” the elevator dinged and I stepped in, Jackson following behind me and pressing our floor. I leaned against the cold metal wall, my thoughts whirling around in my head. All I kept thinking about was the two weeks Isolde had spent not eating, beating herself up for not being good enough for Jimin. It made my blood boil.

“I didn’t know until we got here, JB. Or else I would have told you sooner.” he confessed, coming to stand next to me.

“It’s fine, Wang. It’ll be fine. I just have to put my animosity aside and do my job.” I looked down at my friend, seeing the distress written all over his face, I smiled.

“It’s fine, Jackson. I’ll be fine.” I reassured him, nudging him with my shoulder.

“Alright.” the elevator dinged and we made our way down what felt like the longest hallway in existence. This was the last thing I expected to have to deal with after being with Isolde, connecting with her on much more than a friendship level. Before I was angry and frustrated with Jimin, but now…I felt entirely different about it. Protective, defensive and almost possessive.

“Ready?” Jackson asked, hand on the door. I sucked in my breath, letting it out slowly.

“Yeah.” swinging the door open, I followed him inside and was greeted by not only my bandmates, but BTS as well. My eyes instantly landed on Jimin and if looks could kill, he would have been dead. I quickly averted my gaze, trying to shake off the feeling of disdain and focus on my friends in front of me.

“JB! You’re back!” BamBam shouted, jumping up and down excitedly with Yugyeom. Mark and Jinyoung came up and shook my hand before each pulling me in for a hug. Youngjae came up next and hugged me excitedly, smacking my back.

“Why did you leave us for so long?!” he whined as his grip around my waist tightened and I tried to pry him off of me as I laughed.

“I’ll talk to you about it later. Right now, I’m late and behind on what’s going on.” at that moment, BTS came up together to greet me as well. I said my hellos to them all, careful to avoid eye contact with Jimin and then swiftly excused myself to go put my bag down and change my shoes. I took calming breaths, trying to clear my mind as best I could. This wasn’t the place to lose my cool. Especially not when no one but Jackson knew about Isolde and I.

“Jaebum?” a familiar voice made my head shoot up, chest constricting instantly.

Jimin. Fuck.

“Hey man, what’s up?” I responded coolly, looking back down to tie my shoes. He just stood there in front of me, hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans as he waited for me. I sat back in my seat, arm hanging over the back as I made eye contact with him for the first time. He looked miserable, tired and much thinner than the last time I saw him. Satisfaction pulsed through my veins, though it shouldn’t have.

“BamBam said you talk to Isolde a lot,”

That little fucker.

“and I was wondering if she was doing alright. She doesn’t answer any of my calls or text.” he admitted, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. I could feel the heat rising in my neck and face, fingernails digging into my palms. Jackson had noticed Jimin and I, his eyes wide with panic.

“I can’t imagine why, Jimin.” I spat with much more venom in my words that even I had intended. He looked caught off guard by it, his eyes narrowing.

“What is that supposed to mean?” he questioned, his composure quickly diminishing. I stood, looking down at him.

“Exactly how it sounds.” the room grew silent, all eyes on us now.

“I was just simply asking how she was. I don’t know why you’re being so hostile right now.” he replied, his brows furrowing as he looked up at me. I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears, heart ramming against my rib cage.

“You don’t know why I’m being this way? Fine, why don’t I enlighten you as to why I’m so “hostile”.” I snarled, feeling my self control slipping as I looked at the man in front of me.

“Two weeks, Jimin. For two weeks I watched Isolde beat herself up over you. She didn’t eat, barely slept, crying non-stop and telling herself that she wasn’t good enough for you. Her. Not good enough for you. The girl who deserves to have fucking stars named after her. I had to sit and watch that for weeks, fucking weeks. And then, when she finally started getting herself back on her feet, I had to tell her about your girlfriend. You know what she asked me, Jimin?” I shouted, the veins in my neck protruding as he stood as still as a statue in front of me.

“She asked if she was pretty. Said she always imagined you’d end up with someone as beautiful as you were. That she was never pretty enough to be with you in the first place. Then she said she hoped you were happy and that’s all she ever wanted for you. She told me all that, tears streaming down her beautiful face, without an ounce of malice in her fucking voice. How do you think I feel right now? I have to look at the person who wrecked one of my best friends lives and for what?! Tradition?! You destroyed her, Park Jimin and I’ve had to pick up all the fucking pieces.” Jinyoung and Jackson came up and began pulling me away from Jimin, dragging me out the door as everyone looked on in shock.

“I hope you’re happy with the choice you made, Park. Because you gave up the best thing you ever fucking had!” I screamed, feeling tears of anger falling from my eyes as I was taken outside.

“Jaebum, calm the fuck down.” Jinyoung demanded once we were out of the practice room, grabbing my shoulders and making me face him. 

“What is going on with you? What is happening with you and Isolde to make you go off on Jimin like that, Jaebum?” Jinyoung continued, shaking me slightly.

“I think we should talk about this back at the dor-” I swiftly cut Jackson off.

“I went to the states to see Isolde. That’s where I was all week. We’re together and that’s why I got so angry. I’ve been angry about it, even before we got together. But, seeing him forty-eight hours after I had to say goodbye to her, kind of made me snap. I just–I just need a minute.” embarrassed, I wiped away the tears that had streaked my face. 

“Jesus, Jaebum! You just screamed at Jimin in front of everyone and no one knows why.” Jinyoung exclaimed, stepping back and running his hands through his dark hair.

“I’ll go talk to him.” Jackson offered, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Hey,” our heads all darting in the direction of the voice, seeing Jimin standing in the doorway.

“can I talk to Jaebum, alone?” he requested, his features calm and collected. Jackson and Jinyoung both gave me a sympathetic look and went back inside. We stood in silence, just staring at each other.

“Listen, Jimin, I’m sorry. That was uncal-” I started, but Jimin interrupted me.

“No, Jaebum. I’m sorry.”

“Wait, what?” my mouth was agape in stunned silence. I had just yelled at him for what seemed to him, no reason and he was apologizing.

“I shouldn’t have even asked you about Isolde. I know you and Jackson are really close with her and I was desperate to know if she was alright. I should have known that you were probably not thrilled with me. So, I’m sorry, Jaebum.” my mouth opened and closed like a fucking fish as Jimin looked at me carefully.

“Jimin-” he held a hand up to stop me.

“Jaebum, it’s okay. Really. Lets just move past it and do our jobs. Alright?” he held his hand out for me to shake and I took it, my hand dwarfing his.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized, letting go and stepping back.

“I’m sorry too. Are we good?” I nodded, still embarrassed by my outburst. 

“Okay, I’ll see you inside, Jaebum.” I stood there after he left, carding my fingers through my hair, tugging on it. It was hard to be mad at him when he seemed so genuine in his apology. I let out a loud sigh, still frustrated.

“Fuck. This can’t possibly get anymore complicated.”

[prfoundlysuperengineer]

Others’ Troubles

Peter’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and he glanced around the crowded dive to ensure no one had heard her. “Call me that again and I’ll wring your skinny little neck.”

Jenny gave a mirthless chuckle, and reached to snag one of the man’s fries. “Is that what ya tell yer mother when she asks ‘ow 'er li'le criminal’s doin’?”

The man snatched her wrist, but Jenny merely leaned in, narrowed eyes trained on him as she ate the stolen fry. “And what if I drug you back to the ship right now?”

Jenny gave a cocky wink in spite of the nauseating tug in her chest. She deftly twisted her hand free. “You won’. Ya 'member 'ow well tha’ went fer ya last time… Ahh! I know tha’ glare,” she chimed, plucking up another fry. “Answers one of mah questions! You don’ know where Blackstar’s parked the Empress, do ya?”

“One of your questions?” Peter asked, his jaw flexing as he glared down at the redheaded engineer. “Fine, I’ll bite. No, I don’t know where the ship’s parked, but it’s not your concern. What is your concern,” the man murmured, leaning into a little too close as he shot a dark glance down the bar filled with workers eating their midday meals, ignoring Jenny’s hand that played with his tie, “is that we’re watching you. We know where you go and when. We even know where some of your little friends wander. I wonder how much those mordesh would go for, or that little blonde aurin – What was her name?”

Jenny grit her teeth, shoulders tense as she leaned a little away from him, her glare burning into his shoulder. “I think ya underestimate ‘im. Ya always underestimated all o’ us.”

“Everyone has their price, princess. Fantastic might be untouchable, but he can only protect his little crew so much.” Peter sat back up, frowning in offense at the counter when he saw that his drink hadn’t been refilled. “I should get going. Always a pleasure, Jen.”

“Ya gonna see Seth?”

Peter paused, scowling. “Why do you want to know?”

Jenny’s lips curled in a wicked smirk as her hand slid up his tie. “Give ‘im a message fer me.”

“Drink for you, honey,” said the bartender as he appeared by them, setting a clean little napkin down with one hand and the drink with the other.

Peter shifted his glare to the bartender and opened his mouth to make an asinine comment, but there was no time for him to say it. Jenny’s hand gripped Peter’s tie, and with a swift, sharp yank she pulled the man’s face down to smash against the edge of the bar. He yelped in pain, backing into the patron behind him as he reeled blindly and grasped at his bleeding face.

“Shit! You bitch!” he shouted. Half rising to lunge for Jenny, a small wave of whiskey suddenly sloshed over Peter’s pants, followed by another to the face that redirected his ire to the bartender as the crowded joint fell silent. All eyes on them, several people gravitated to the scene, expecting the worst.

“Shit, honey, I’m sorry about that,” said the bartender, scooting the rescued napkin towards Jenny and pulling a towel from his apron to wipe up the spill on the counter. “I’ll get ya another.”

“What the HELL, Mike?!” Peter shouted, blood pouring from his nose, his shirt and pants soaked with alcohol.

The bartender, who clearly had issues with Peter as well, fixed the young man a withering look. “You’re bothering people and bleeding on my bar. Get out.”

Peter snarled, giving Mike and Jenny black looks. Still holding a hand to his bloodied face, he snatched his coat from the seat of his barstool, shoved roughly past the redhead, and stomped out.

There was a communal shuffling throughout the crowd as the threat of a full-on fight diminished. Some clearly disappointed, the workers slowly returned to their meals and conversations.

“Piece of trash,” Mike grumbled as he poured Jenny a fresh glass.

Sniffing, she turned to face the bar, shooting a diffusing, charming wink to the man on the other side of the empty stool who still stared. “Sorry fer the disturbance,” Jenny murmured with an apologetic smile at the bartender. “I can take off too.”

Mike chuckled at her, and set a fresh drink on her napkin. “Stay as long as you like, honey. Drinks on me. Get you something to eat?”

Jenny lifted her whiskey and offered the bartender a little toast. “Ya go’ them little fried pickle things?”

The bartender ushering the lurking aurin waitress to scamper back out to refill drinks, he reached to turn the music to something more lively and nodded. “Sure do. I’ll have them right out for you.”

As he stepped away to lean in the kitchen door, Jenny let out a long, heavy breath. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Setting her elbows on the bar she lifted her glass and drained half of it. Blue eyes turning distant for a moment her gaze finally drifted down to her napkin. She focused on it, frowning as she noted the pale markings showing through the fibers, then turned it over to read.

end of the bar

The young woman hesitated, then glanced up, her eyes following the bar around till they found the man sitting in the last bench. Jeremy. Her shoulders sank, but the smile that turned up her features was genuine, and she tipped her glass a little towards him. There was no getting out of this one.

Jeremy beamed back at Jenny, raising his glass in reply. With a dutiful scoot backwards he stood from the bench and weaved his way through the dispersing gawkers toward her. “Well well well,” he hummed at her with a smirk. “That was something. Ten out of ten, Jenny - that guy didn’t see that coming. Neither did I, come to think of it.”

Jenny returned a smirk in kind, gesturing to the now empty seat beside her. “One reason I don’t often wear necklaces,” she teased. Then, more seriously, “How much did ya hear?”

He tilted his head at the question, holding his smirk in place. “Enough that I have some questions for you,” he responded, blinking at her, and lifting a hand to place on her shoulder. His eyes scanned her up and down, brows raising slightly. “You alright, though?”

Jenny glanced to the front door of the establishment before smiling and putting a hand on his. “Hmmm, better now…. An’ after all that I s'pose I don’ got much of an excuse t’ not answer you,” she added with a good-natured smile.

“Suppose not,” he confirmed slyly as he turned and rested his elbows back upon the bartop.  "Though first off - you need to tell me where you learned those moves from because… damn,“ his hands splay out a bit and he broke into a chuckle. "Seriously,” he leaned towards her, voice lowering, “that was just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen you do. I mean - almost. It’s up there.”

Jenny’s fleeting look of surprise turned into a mischievous grin, finding herself feeling suddenly pleased that he’d enjoyed the little show, and she leaned in as well. “Oh, that ol’ trick? Honestly? Saw someone fail ta pull it off in a movie years back an’ though’ I could do a 'ole lot better. Got a lot more tricks where tha’ came from.”

“Seems like that could come in handy,” he murmured, sliding his hand around her back and using their closeness as an excuse to kiss her cheek. He pulled back, looking at her, smirk fading subtly as he did. “So,” he made a small up-nod of his head towards the door. “Who was that guy to you? Pretty clear he was unhappy to see you well before you broke his face.”

_ _ _ _ _

Jenny strode out of the Nebula, fitting a sack of emergency rations (Marko’s leftovers from breakfast) into her canvas pack. She could hear the engine of the ship she’d called in for and glanced back to the other few who’d decided to come along on the little field trip.

Fishing her datachron out of her pocket, she double checked her messages. heeeeey. So if I send you some coords how fast do you think you can make it out to Wilderrun?

How fast? Please. In spite of her rush and the weight of worry for the stranded trio, she couldn’t help but smirk. It’d been one trouble after another with small intermissions since the start. Since before the start. Jenny grinned and double checked their destination. For a minute – naw – more like a few seconds she was upset for not being taken along. But it was an impulsive, fleeting emotion that was easily discarded. She couldn’t blame him for asking her to stay. She’d have done the same, even if it was only supposed to be a quick there and back before poor Bron crashed his newly fixed ship.

Other people’s troubles are a good distraction from my own, he had told her. The afternoon at Cliff’s bar seemed to have been a forever ago. Where they had agreed to show their cards – well, the ones they were most willing to share. He had spied on Seth for her instead of leaving when things got bad. He’d come back after Malgrave and risked his life for them, gotten shot, and kept her awake in the dataspace when all she wanted to do was sleep and not wake up. Jenny sat herself in one of the two pilot’s seats, adjusted her pistols at her hips, and fastened her seatbelt with a resolved click. Now it was her turn.

Besides, if she was being honest, Jenny liked being the cavalry.