#this is about my lab partner telling me i should delete the video i took of him making the rat we dissected today dance

[newspecies]

incredibly funny when people are like ooooh im crazy i scare myself sometimes whoaoooaoa and then when i do something a little weird theyre like oh thats fucked up

[definitelyseven]

it was always you

summary: in a twisted turn of events, you find yourself naked in the bed of your best friend, Mark Tuan

one (m) | two | three (m) | four | five (m) | six | seven (m) | eight (m) | nine | ten - final | epilogue - one (m) | epilogue - two |

“Then why did you have to go and ruin everything?” Sana said through her teeth, jaw clenched. She brushes your hand away from her face, making you drop the makeup brush and lose your balance. You catch yourself on the table.

Did she know what you and Mark did last night? How could she have possibly known?

You stood up, and looked at her, “Sana, I don’t know what you're talking about.”

Sana walked towards the couch where her purse was, “Yes you do! Don’t act stupid, Y/N!” She sat down on the couch with her arms crossed. You could tell she was getting angry with you, so you were careful with your words. You made your way towards her. 

“Sana, I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” you confessed. 

She angrily reaches for her purse and pulls out her phone. You watched her scroll through her phone and then slammed it on the coffee table. A video was playing: 

“I know. I know I’m supposed to marry her, but I can’t stop thinking about you. Everything I do reminds me of you. I didn’t have a choice but to chose her…but it was always you.”

Your eyes widened, starring at her. How could she possibly have a video of last night? “How did you get this video?”

“Oh, it gets better,” she said clicking through her phone again and placing it back down on the table. 

It was a video of you and Mark in his room fucking you. His mouth attacking your core and you shoving his dick in your mouth. You gulped, standing their frozen. How is there a video of last night? Did Mark video tape this?

“Did Mark do this?” you questioned.

“You promised. How could you?” Sana said on the verge of tears. 

“Sana, I’m so sor-” 

She interrupts you, “I don’t believe you’re sorry, Y/N! If you cared about me as a friend, you wouldn’t do this to me. You wouldn’t do it over and over again,” she paused looking at you. “God, I knew you always had feelings for him, but I believed you even when you slept with him. I chose to believe that if I asked you to stop, a small conscious of you would leave him alone...leave us alone.”

You felt terrible. Not only did you betray her once, but you did it over and over again. You didn’t keep your promise.

“I know there’s nothing I can say or do to make it better or make it okay. But please, you have to know I’m sorry. I never meant for it to happen again,” you paused swallowing the lump in your throat. “It was the last time.”

“And I’m supposed to believe you? After everything you did?”

“No, you have no reason to trust me again and I don’t blame you if you didn’t. This is the last time. It was my goodbye.”

“So it being the last time makes it okay?” 

“No of course not! I’m not saying it’s okay. None of this is okay. I know it’s my fault. I know I betrayed you. Don’t let what happened get between this wedding.”

“But it already did...I’m supposed to marry him knowing he has feelings for someone else. I’m supposed to build a family with him knowing he loves you!”

“He will love you and he will love the baby in your belly more than anything in the world.”

“Only because he has too. You heard him,” Sana said tears falling on the side of her cheeks, “It was always you.”

There was a silent pause between you two. She wasn’t wrong...no matter how hard the three of you tried to forget this ever happened. It still happened. There will always be a wedge between the three of you; the thing you were most afraid of. 

“Sana, you can’t keep the video. You have to delete it.”

“Why?” she chuckled, wiping the tears off her cheek, “Why would I delete the one thing that will keep you away from Mark?

“I don’t understand.”

“Of course you don’t. You don’t understand anything! You don’t think before your actions!” 

She wasn’t wrong. You didn’t think before your actions, that’s why you’re in this mess right now.

“Don’t you get it?” 

You shook your head making her laugh again. 

“You’re so gullible,” she finally said. “Think about Y/N. Think about it real hard,” Sana said pointing to the temples of her head. “This isn’t a movie where the unpopular girl is best friends with the most popular girl at school.”

You never thought of it like that - not once. Sure, you were never popular but you were never an outcast. You had a solid group of friends. She was the one who chose to sit next to you in class that day.

“Did you really think I wanted to be your lab partner? I didn’t need a partner. I was perfectly fine working on my own. In fact, I’d probably would’ve done better if it wasn’t for your stupid ideas.”

“What?” That was all you could get out. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 

“I picked you on purpose! I wanted to get close to you because I knew you were Mark’s best friend. It was always about him.”

“That’s not true,” you refused to believe what she was saying.

“It was the only way for him to notice me. For weeks, I tried to get his attention, but nothing. Everyday in the cafeteria, his eyes went straight to you. That’s why I was nice to you; that’s the only reason why I was nice to you.” 

You watched as she got up and walked back to the mirror, sitting down to fix her makeup.

“And it worked. When I befriended you and hung out with you, he finally noticed me. I thought if having you by my side can make Mark mine, it was worth it.”

“Mark’s not a possession! He’s a live human being! How could you use us?” you tried to remind her but that only made her laugh at you again. 

“I never used Mark. I loved him from the moment I saw him, I knew I had to have him.” 

Tears were clouding your eyes, as the words spewed out of her mouth. Everything between you and Sana was a lie. She was never your friend, she only used you to get to Mark. She was only pretending to be nice so that Mark would like her more - so everyone would like her more. 

“When we finally got together, I thought maybe, just maybe I could tolerate you and, we could actually be friends. It was all going well, wasn’t it?”

Tears were falling from your eyes and down your cheeks. How could you be so wrong about someone?

“But you did what I was most afraid of, you slept with him! You took him away from me!”

“I didn’t take him away from you...we both chose to do this.”

“You seduced him!”

“I-I didn’t...” you sobbed. You really didn’t try to seduce Mark. Sure you wanted it but it wasn’t like he didn’t. It wasn’t like you didn’t try to stop yourself - you tried plenty of times. “It takes two people to cheat,” you said honestly. 

“Oh please, don’t act like your the victim. Let’s be clear, I’m the victim,” Sana said pointing at herself.

“So this whole time, you were pretending to by my friend? Were you ever genuine?”

“If you hadn’t slept with him again, I would probably have never said anything. I would’ve kept pretending to be your friend because I knew as long as we were friends, he will always be by my side.”

“So you put the camera in my house?”

“Yes! I put it there after I confronted you last time. I thought if I was nicer to you, you’d back the fuck off, but no. You continued to fuck him. Does he know you fucked JB too?”

“Oh god, I think I’m going to be sick,” you said holding onto your stomach. “Why are you doing this?” you asked, eyes watery with tears. 

“Because it was always you! Don’t you get it! He will never love me like he loves you,” she said angrily. “I knew it so I had to do whatever it takes to make him stay, even if it meant persuading JB to make you fall in love with him.”

Your head was spinning in circles, “What do you mean make me fall in love with him?” 

“It was no coincidence that you saw him again at the club. I told him to go there, to get close to you, to make you fall in love with him so you could leave Mark alone. I thought if you had him, Mark would be mine again.”

Did JB know about her plan? Was he in on all this? You honestly thought he liked you, but it was all a lie. He only approached you because he wanted to help Sana get you away from Mark. He only stayed by your side to persuade you to leave him. 

“You used me...”

“There you go again! You’re not the victim.”

“Why are you so fixated on being the victim?! We’re both victims...we’re both losers in this situation.”

“Because I need to be the victim in order for what I’m about to do next to be believable.”

You looked at her confused as she walked towards you.

“Listen carefully Y/N,” she grabs onto your chin making you look at her. “You will never tell Mark about this...one word from you and your little sex tape will be posted online for hundreds and thousands of people. Everyone will know what a little slut you are, stealing your friend’s boyfriend.”

“You can’t blackmail me!” you said turning your head away from her hands reach. “You’ll go to jail from illegally obtaining this video.“

She smirked, “And do you really think people will believe that the poor little fiancé will upload this embarrassing video of her soon-to-be husband cheating on her?” She stood up, looking down at you. “Mark will be blamed for this. It’s in his house, in his room after all.”

“Do you even love him?” you sobbed.

“I’m doing this because I love him,” she said through her teeth. “So let this be my last warning. If you ever go near him again, not only will this video be posted, the video of you and JB will be posted too.” Sana walked towards the mirror again to fix her dress and her hair before heading towards the door. “And one more thing, if it wasn’t clear already...you’re uninvited to the wedding.”

You sat in the room for awhile, contemplating on whether or not you should tell Mark. Tell him and risk having your sex tape be uploaded to the world - embarrass your entire family and Mark’s family. Don’t tell him and let him marry the wicked witch of the west. And JB? How were you going to face him after everything Sana just said? You finally got the courage to get up and leave the room. When you opened the door, the first person you saw was Mark.

“You okay? You were in there for awhile,” Mark said rubbing your arm up and down to comfort you. In the corner of your eyes, you could feel Sana burn you with her stare.

a little note from jennie: will you tell Mark or risk having your sex tape shown to the world?

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

Holiday Dates (Pt. 2)

A/N: So here’s a part 2! I feel like this is almost like a slow burn, but not really, because there’s still chemistry and a soon to be date. But hope you guys enjoy! Pairing: Teen!Gerard Way x Teen!F!Reader Word count: 2,851 Warnings: Swearing, public humiliation, and cyber bullying mentioned.

The project took hours and hours for you two to do, but every minute was worth it. You and Gerard had managed to split up the work pretty evenly, doing research of experiments, outcomes, everything, and concocting a Powerpoint that was pretty professional.

It was the day before your presentation, Thursday during lunch. You had yet to tell anyone besides your parents about the date with Gerard that would be taking place the day after. Your mom was excited at first, your father on the other hand took a protective stand, insisting he know more about Gerard and meet him, which you of course warned the boy about.

But walking to your usual table and sitting down everyone grew silent. You gave a confused look, “What’s up guys?” You asked taking a sip of your water.

“When were you going to tell us about your date with the nerd?” Jason asked, a stupid and cynical smile on his face. Your eyes went wide as you thought of an excuse.

“Um I was-” “Never gonna tell us, huh? Your friends that you were going out with a weirdo? Do you know how this could affect our reputations around the school?” You squinted your eyes at him, looking for any signs of him being sarcastic. But of course, there were none.

“What, do I now have to ask you for permission to go out with who I want to go out with?” A sudden confidence grew within you.

“I never said that.” He snapped back.

“You’re implying it.” You looked around at your friends who were all giving you looks, silently agreeing with Jason. You scoffed, getting up and grabbing your bag, “I can not believe this!” You said, “You really think me going on a date with Gerard is going to ruin your “reputations” around here?” “Yes, yes it is.” Jason responded.

“Go to hell!” You fired back, “It’s not like any of this is going to matter after high school anyways.”

“Y/N, people are looking.” Shanna harshly whispered at you.

“Let them look!” You said right back, looking at Jason again, “The audacity you have is unbelievable! My ex seriously trying to prevent me from going out again? At least Gerard isn’t a douche bag who just wants to fuck me.” You eyed him, his mouth partially agape in shock now, “So I would suggest, you go fuck yourself. All of you.” You stormed away unsure of where that sudden confidence came from. Everyone in the student commons were staring at you, some people even had their phones out. So yes, this would probably be the big news of the school in T-Minus 15 minutes.

You decided to instead walk to the bathroom having no where else to go. On your way in your internal rage you bumped into someone, not knowing who. “Oh I’m so sorry I-” “Hey, Y/N.” You heard Gerard’s calming voice, looking up to see his sweet smile and beautiful eyes. Damn he was gorgeous.

“Hey.” You responded, sighing, “I’m sorry about that I-” “No it’s alright, really.” He said, scanning your face for a moment, “What’s wrong?” His perfect eyebrows creased.

“It’s just,” You sighed, “I got into a fight with my friends over stupid stuff and I don’t know, nasty things were said.” He lightly nodded. “Where were you headed?” “To the bathroom,” You admitted, “I don’t really have any where else to go considering I just cursed out all of my friends.” “Well you didn’t to me.” He lightly smiled, “Here, c’mon, let’s go sit with my friends.” He told you.

“Oh, I um I-” “No, c’mon, I’m insisting.” He softly smiled.

“Oh, okay.” You said, walking next to him down the hall to the cafeteria. You walked in, and to be honest, there was something so warm about the all wood room. You hadn’t been to the cafeteria since your freshman year, being a junior now, but this was clearly where all the outsiders hung. And you didn’t mind it.

He walked you through the various aisles, tables on each sides of students talking and laughing, until you hit the final table at the end of the room, in the center. There were three other boys there. You studied each one of them individually, moments at a time. The first one had big, curly, red-ish, but kind of brunette hair. His fro was pretty impressive, and his red sweater looked pretty comfortable you had to admit.

The next you knew was Mikey. He was your lab partner in biology last year, as he was two grades ahead in science. He was really nice and docile, super sweet and helped you pass bio.

And finally was a short guy, not more than four inches taller than you, he was sitting on the table with a leather jacket that contrasted his button up shirt and tie. His sleek black hair and ear piercings caught you first.

“Hey guys.” Gerard greeted them, taking a seat at one of the empty chairs, another empty one next to it where he motioned for you to sit down. All three boys looked up to him with smiled before their eyes moved to you, their mouths all dropping and eyes going wide. “This is Y/N.” “Yeah you dummy, we know.” The black haired boy spoke. “I think every damn person in this building knows.” Gerard rolled his eyes.

“I, um, I’m Ray, Ray Toro.” The fro boy spoke up.

“Nice to meet you.” You kindly smiled.

“I’m-” “Mikey, you were my bio partner last year.” “You remember me?” The thin boy asked with a light smile.

“Yeah, of course I do.” You responded, “You were the sole reason I passed that class.”

“Wait, you two already know each other?” Gerard gave you a confused look and you both nodded.

“Why?” You asked next.

“We’re brothers.” Gerard responded and now it was your turn to give a confused look. “For real?” You asked and they both nodded.

“Mikey, why didn’t you tell me you knew her?” Gerard now turned to his younger brother, eyeing him.

“I thought when you said Y/N, you meant another Y/N. Like Y/N Hamilton or Y/N Patricia. There are a lot of Y/N’s.” He sighed.

“Wait, you’re going out with Gerard?” Black hair boy asked. You nodded and he laughed, “You’re joking.” “No, I’m not.”

“Dude, why?” Gerard harshly nudged him.

“Shut up, Frank.” He defended you and Frank rolled his eyes.

“So why are you hanging with us?” He asked next.

“Because my friends are a bunch of asshats.” You admitted.

“Oh, miss goody too shoes swore.” Frank smiled and you eyed him, tempted to slap the boy across his face.

“Frank, you’re really good at ruining everything.” Gerard commented.

“So, what’re you into?” Ray asked, trying to break the tension.

“Honestly?” You inquired next and he nodded. “Well, I really really love to read. I love graphic novels and comic books too. And dogs, I love dogs.” “Then you should fit right in.” Mikey said next. 

“I thought Miss Perfect like clothes and jewelry and all.” Frank commented, his words creeping under your skin and biting. You kept your composure not trying to blow as you had just done so to your previous group of friends. “Leave her the fuck alone.” Gerard demanded, Ray and Mikey’s eyes going wide. Frank sighed and leaned back against the wall.

“Fine,” He stated reluctantly, “I will.”

“For the record I do like jewelry and clothes,” You looked at him, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t like other things too.”

The day went on after lunch, the video previously of course got passed around like wildfire. You chose to ignore it all, Gerard texting you halfway through your last period to ask how you were doing. You weren’t sure how to properly respond other than a simple “Fine.”

But the weird stared and mumbles as you walked down the halls with piercing eyes of fellow teenagers who managed to drill into your skin made you extremely uneasy.

It wasn’t until you were walking out of school and someone decided to call for you. Because of course, Jason had to label you as “psycho girl”, which was being passed around the school.

“Hey!” You heard another familiar voice. You looked back to see Frank pushing the throw the guy against the wall. He might’ve been small, but he had some guts. “Leave her alone!” He demanded, walking down the stairs to where you were with Mikey, Ray, and Gerard following.

“You alright?” Gerard asked you with a concerned look on his face. You nodded.

“Yeah,” You responded barely above a whisper, Gerard motioning for you two to exit the building along with the other guys. 

“Do you want me to walk you home?” He asked once the two of you were outside of the building. You shook your head.

“It’s the exact opposite way from where yours is.” You lightly laughed.

“I can still go-” “It’s okay, Gerard, really. You’ve done enough for me already.” You lightly sighed, “I’ll FaceTime you later, alright?” He nodded and gave a tight smile before turning the other way.

You got home, locking yourself into your room on the verge of breaking down. That was until your phone rang. You got up looking at it to see Gerard’s name popped up so you answered. “Hey,” He smiled on the other end.

“Hey.” You responded trying your hardest to smile.  “So, um, should we try to finish the project?” He asked and you nodded, propping your phone on your computer.

You opened up your shared project, talking to one another and going through who would present what. You could tell Gerard was trying to make you laugh, and while he usually would have been wildly successful with his stupid jokes, he barely got a snicker out of you. “Night sugar, you did well.” You lightly smiled.

“Thanks, Gee.” You stretched. “Never as smart as you though.” He rolled his eyes.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit.” He leaned back on his bed. You rolled your eyes this time.

“Goodnight, Gee. You’re the best.” “Night.” He responded and you hung up.

You barely got any sleep last night. Even after deleting all social media to try and get away from any video of you surfacing and finding it’s way to you, your anxiety was still spiked. The melatonin didn’t help either.

So it was a pleasant surprise to see the boys at your locker talking. Gerard saw you walking towards them, and smiled, walking up to you. “Here,” He handed you a cup filled with the magic liquid in a cup, aka iced coffee. You smiled and took it from him. “I didn’t think you would get much sleep last night.”

“Well isn’t that so sweet of you.” You smiled genuinely for the first time in almost a day, scrunching your nose. You briefly looked over his shoulder to see your now old friends all looking at you, so you made a move.

Getting on your tip toes you leaned up and kissed Gerard on the cheek. When you pulled away his mouth was wide open, his face immediately turning red. Looking to your right you saw the three boys all staring the same, with their mouths agape, except for Frank who had a smug smirk on his face. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“What was that for?” Gerard asked a few seconds later, his voice barely above a whisper.

“For brining me coffee,” You smiled up at him, “And not being an ass.” You gave him a quick wave before walking off to your own class, the guys muttering some things as you left, what you assumed to be about you.

Your day went on pretty typically, ignoring all the nasty rumors and murmurs from your fellow peers who, based on one 15 second video, had managed to rebrand you as a person, and completely recreate a reputation for you.

That was until your AP Psych class finally came along. You walked in, sitting next to Gerard who smiled up at you. “You ready?” He asked and you nodded.

“I just wanted to say,” You started right after the bell rang, “That I wouldn’t have wanted to do this project with anyone else.” “Me neither.” He smiled, looking at you genuinely.

One by one Mr. Young called up the partner pairs, you and Gerard managed to be called last. “Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. Way, you’re up.” He announced from behind his desk, pulling up the presentation you sent to him.

The two of you walked up to the front of the class, each of you standing on one side of the board. You had practiced over FaceTime at least three of four times, but presenting in front of Gerard was drastically different from presenting in front of 30 of your own peers. So naturally, your anxiety skyrocketed.

“Good morning, everyone.” Gerard began, as planned, “I’m Gerard.” “And I’m Y/N.” You put on your best face. “And we decided to do our project on social psychology, and how the human mind works and functions in given social situations.”

One by one you went on from each slide, you gradually getting more comfortable. You had to admit, you would have probably broken down completely by now if it wasn’t for Gerard occasionally stepping in on the spot to help you. But by the end, the two of you were going back and forth flawlessly off of each other’s ideas, a true team and everyone could tell. 

“And that’s all, thank you all so much.” Gerard smiled and you did too, walking back to your desks as the class clapped.

“Thank you Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. Way that was wonderful.” Mr. Yang smiled, finishing up a few notes he has started writing when you started your presentation.

“I fucked it up.” You immediately told Gerard as the two of you walked out of class, the end of the bell still ringing. “I really fucked it up.” You groaned.

“No, you didn’t.” He lightly smiled, “You did great.” “Oh, please, if it wasn’t for you coming to save my ass we would both have a D on the project.” “Sugar,” He stopped you in the hall, taking you by your arm and pulling you to the side, “No, you didn’t fuck anything up. You did great, and I know we did extremely well on that project!” “Stop making me try to feel better,” You complained, “I fucked up both our grades.” “No you didn’t,” He argued, “And I’ll have confirmation of that by the end of the day, because Mr. Young always puts in the grades within a few hours.”

And much to your chagrin (well, not really) Gerard was right. By the end of the day when you were checking your grades on your phone, there popped up a new grade inserted for the project. Lo and behold it was a 97. Because a 98 would have made it an A+, and Mr. Young never gave out A pluses.

“See, I told you.” Gerard smiled, strutting up to your locker. “We nailed it.” You swung your backpack around your shoulder, standing back up and looking at him.

“Yeah I know,” You sighed, closing the door shut. The two of you began walking down the hall to where the other guys were, all at Frank’s locker. You stood there with them, a light and random conversation going about, taking up the intermediate time before exiting school for break. “So I’m picking you up tonight at 7?” Gerard asked, the two of you now outside and on the sidewalk. You nodded and smiled. “Great, see you then sugar.” “Bye, Gee.” You smiled and waved, walking the other way.

Every hour after that you were at the very least mentally preparing yourself for your date with Gerard. Sure, that saying may come with a negative connotation, but it was more so just you trying not to completely fuck up.

You had managed to do your makeup, not too heavy at all and quite natural, even though Gerard insisted numerous times that you were beautiful as is. Your mom also helped you with your hair, letting it’s natural texture go but with some very minor styling, getting some frizz and imperfections out.

“Sweetheart, you look gorgeous.” You mom clapped and smiled at the end.

“Mom, I’ve gone out with guys before.” You complained, looking at your phone. 6:58.

“Yes, but this man seems more,” She pondered trying to find the right words for a moment, “Respectable.” You rolled your eyes.

“Gerard is a great guy.” You concluded, sitting at the kitchen island across from her.

“Good,” She began, “Then he and your father should have no problems.” You nodded. Just a moment later you all heard the doorbell ring. You took a deep breath, letting out a slower one. Mainly out of excitement, but also trying to prevent yourself from squealing and jumping into Gerard’s arms the first time you saw him.

“Here goes nothing.” You mumbled under your breath.

[side-shawty]

Burn III (Stark!Reader)

III: Fake Smile 

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Type: series

Prompt/Summary: Peter wants to get to the bottom of things.

Pairing(s): Tony Stark x daughter!reader, Avengers X Reader

Requested? Yes

Changed to 2nd person POV

This got deleted so I re-uploaded it with revisions!

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

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In the next few weeks, you and Peter spent as much time together as you possibly could. You went to the movies, worked in your lab, and even started saving the city more as a pair. The papers had started to call the two of you the latest Dynamic Duo.

But there was still something that made Peter feel uneasy. Something that would brush at the ends of his spider senses and instantly put him on edge.

Every time Peter would come in unannounced and you were working — which was often — you would either shut the monitors and holograms off completely or switch it to something you and Peter had already been working on.

And every time Peter went to ask you about you it would brush it off and continue on to something completely different. It was getting under his skin, but not in a way that made him angry. In a way that made him concerned.

The wounds Harley left behind were healing but still fresh. You were becoming more like yourself every day but then there would be days where he felt he had lost you completely. Occasionally you would spend a few hours in the White Room letting off steam. He tried not to think too much of it but it was much more often than ever before.

Today, Peter was determined to get a straight answer out of you. He needed to make sure you weren’t in danger or endangering yourself.

His plans were blindsided, however, when he walked stopped himself from entering your lab when he saw you at work on Bucky’s arm. The two of you were having what looked to be a heated conversation as you focused glaringly on the work you were doing.

Peter was never one to pry but he and never seen you and Bucky like this. So, rude as it might be, he quickly stuck to the ceiling outside of your lab and focused his enhanced hearing on what was happening inside. Thank god the sound-proofing glass wasn’t down.

“—have to know this isn’t healthy Y/N. The kids a prick, time to let him be that. Alone. Or with the Y/N wannabe he chose,” said Bucky, finality, and malice in his voice.

There was a zapping sound followed by an, “Ow,” from Bucky.

“Thanks for your unwanted input Sergeant but I’m a big girl and a scientist. I can decide what is and isn’t healthy for me,” you replied sounding exasperated with the conversation.

“What if Tony finds out?”

A pause.

“Then I’ll deal with it.”

“Parker,” Steve’s voice said from below and Peter was so startled he unstuck and fell back-first onto the hard floor. He groaned loudly, as Steve reached out his hand to help the young man up.

“Thanks. Hi, Mr. Rogers,” Peter said, not looking him in the eyes as he blushed profusely.

“Do I want to know what you were doing up there?” Steve asked, and Peter spared a glance at the man’s face to see it riddled with knowing.

He shook his head and Steve walked into Y/N’s, Peter followed. Your mood changed immediately at the sight of the Captain and Spider, you smiled brightly at them and Peter felt his heart flip on its own accord.

“Hey Cap, Peter. What’s up?” You asked, as she hit something on Bucky’s open arm and it folded in on itself, sealing.

“Picking up Buck for afternoon training. I need a sparring partner,” he said, lightly punching Bucky on his flesh shoulder.

“I’d be careful if I were you, I just upgraded his arm,” you told him, packing away tools she used and closing hologram schematics.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Steve said before Bucky jumped off of the table he was sitting on and quickly grabbed Steve in a headlock with said upgraded arm. He pushed his knuckles into the blonde man’s head before releasing him.

“You guys wanna come?” Steve asked as he straightened his posture.

“No. I have a few things to finish up here, Pete?” You asked, looking to him.

Peter looked at Bucky’s arm as he flexes it — on purpose. The metal was darker than the one from Hydra but lighter than Shuri’s. It looked…intense. To say the least.

“Pass,” he said flatly, “I have to patrol later.”

You let out a small chuckle as the super soldiers see themselves out. Before Bucky fully leaves, however, he calls over his shoulder.

“We’re finishing our conversation later Y/N.” You just rolled your eyes and waved him off.

You take a seat in one of the high spinning chairs, pats the seat beside her for Peter. He quickly moves next to her, pink dusting his cheeks.

She grabs his wrists and looks at the web-shooters on them, “I have some things I want to tweak on these. Do you mind?” she asked.

“Not at all,” Peter said as he took them off and Y/N began bustling around the room getting tools. She pulled up a couple of holograms and schematics as she sat back down beside him.

You were both quiet for a moment.

“So how’ve you been?” Peter asked trying his best not to seem awkward, it had been a couple of days since they had last seen each other. Finals were coming up and it was making Peter even busier.

“Fine,” you replied as you began to tinker with the left web shooter. Peter stared to mess with one of the holograms.

“What’d Bucky mean about finishing the conversation? Were you guys talking about anything important?” He asked and you gave a glance to his slightly distracted face before going back to the task at hand.

“No. Well I mean, I don’t think it’s important but Bucky does,” you told him, a bit of an edge to your voice.

“Why?” Peter asked, doing what he could to get more information out of you.

“Because Bucky likes to blow things out of proportion, and even more so when they concern me for some reason,” you told him, hooking his web-shooters up to the monitor.

“Things like…?” Peter pressed and purposefully trailed off.

“You okay Peter? You’re not usually this curious about my little fights with Bucky,” you said and sat up straight to press the back of one of your hands onto Peter’s forehead.

“I’m fine,” he replied, gently pushing your hand down, “I just want to make sure you’re okay I —“

“Peter, I already told you I’m alright. Don’t you believe me?” You placed both of your hands into your lap as the two of you turned to face each other.

“It’s not that I don’t — It's just, I feel like you’ve been hiding something?” He said no better time to rip the band-aid off—right?

You crossed your arms, “Like what?”

“I don’t know. But whenever I walk in you’re always shutting something off or switching it to something else. Should I be concerned?”

“How can you be concerned when it’s something that doesn’t concern you?” There was what sounded like genuine curiosity in your voice along with a misplaced venom. Peter knew better.

“Y/N you’re one of my closest friends, and one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. I know when I should and shouldn’t be concerned about you,” Peter told you and your body lost some of its tension.

“If I tell you, you have to pinky swear not to tell my dad,” you held her out your pinky.

“Pinky swear,” Peter said and interlocked your pinky with his own. Peter, you rarely saw her this serious outside of your superhero uniform. This put him even more on edge.

You let out a deep breath in one quick huff, “FRIDAY, pull up project 87-16,” you said and the room dimmed and the glass windows and door frosted automatically — Peter assumed the room also went soundproof.

You stood at the empty space in the middle, holograms surrounded you as monitors switched to files that the young man had only ever caught a glance of. Peter thought vaguely of the numbers, they sounded so familiar but he was too busy looking all around the room to think about them for too long.

“Y/N, what is all this?” Peter asked, finally registering the information he was reading over, walking slowly around the room.

“It’s something Harley and I started. He wanted to be a superhero and I promised him that I would help,” You said, a hint of shame clouding your voice at Peter’s wide eyes.

He stopped walking when he saw a video on one of the monitors, he hit play.

You were standing next to a seated Harley in your white lab coat, jeans, and your hair was pulled back into a tight bun. You looked serious, and there was a glint of fear in your eyes.

“Test 22. My name is Y/N Stark and this will be my first attempt at transferring my synthesized superhuman DNA into a human subject. Subject is Harley Keener, male, aged sixteen. No known superhuman abilities.” You picked up a syringe and looked at Harley, “Are you sure about this? This isn’t the same as lab rats.”

Harley gripped your free hand and looked up into her eyes, “Of course, I trust you with my life Firefly,” he said and you nodded, a smile tugging at your lips at the nickname. Harley sat back in the chair.

You stuck the syringe in his arm and a bright orange liquid disappeared into his veins.

The camera skipped but the time in the corner showed that about thirty minutes had passed.

“How do you feel?” You asked.

“I definitely feel different,” he said.

“Good different?”

Harley nodded and stood, “I’m going to try a small flame.”

Harley held out his hand, after a few moments the smallest of orange flames appeared in his palm and then vanished. You and Harley cheered and you jumped into his arms, catching you and spinning you around with ease. After putting you down Harley began to cough. The coughs turned ragged and soon he was coughing up blood, you screamed his name and rushed to help him. The camera cut out.

The next video was a close-up. You were alone and the lab was dark. Your eyes were puffy and red like you had been crying.

“Project 87-16, test 22. Failure. Subject Harley Keener survived but continues to —“ you were cut off by your own sobs, “to cough up blood.” You switched the camera off before you broke down.

Peter is startled when a warm hand falls on his forearm. He looked over to you, your eyes brimming with tears.

“That was the first and last test I ever did on him,” You began, your voice was quiet.

“But how did you —“ Peter started to ask before you cut him off.

“I synthesized the portion of my DNA that has my powers and made a concentrated serum. Bucky found out, by accident. I was rewatching a video with my headphones in when he came in. He didn’t stop asking me about it until I finally caved. He’s the only other person who knows about this.” Your were practically gripping his forearm now but your eyes were glued to the darkened monitor. Peter couldn’t take his eyes off of your face.

“This is dangerous Y/N if someone got ahold of this, HYDRA or whoever. Even SHIELD would be on you for this one, and Mr. Stark —“

“Don’t you think I know that? Every piece of myself and my DNA is in here. If someone wanted to kill me this would show them how. If they wanted to make a clone, every component is here,” your voice was still quiet as you looked to his face. The hologram behind you gave your face a solemn blue glow.

“Destroy it,” Peter said.

“What?”

“Y/N you said it yourself, there too much of you on here. You can’t have it, no matter how many times you embedded it or how many firewalls and security measures you put up. This is dangerous,” he said.

“You sound like Bucky,” you told him, as the lightest of smiles tugged at your lips.

“Well I think he’s right,” there was a finality in Peter’s voice that you rarely hear from him. You don’t want to admit it but you liked it — a lot.

“I can’t,” you tell him and let go of his forearm, turning around and taking great interest in a hologram of your own DNA, spinning it. He turns with you, never taking his eyes off of your face.

“Why not?” he asked and you quickly glanced at him, eyes filled to the brim with shame and guilt. “Don’t tell me you’re still doing this with Harley,” he says, desperation edging at his voice.

“I made a promise.” You said, voice was stronger now but you still refused to look at him.

Peter felt his blood boil, “So did he!” Peter nearly shouted and your hand fell back to your side as you looked at him.

“I —“ you started.

“No, Y/N, you have to stop protecting him. He doesn’t deserve you or your help after what he did,” he took both of your hands in his so you had to fully turn to him, “Y/N/N, you could get seriously hurt helping someone who has no right to that help,” Peter said.

“Am I supposed to just cut him out forever?” You asked, but Peter could see as the relief started to cloud your eyes.

You needed this. You needed someone other than Bucky to tell you to stop. You needed a new way out.

“Not forever,” Peter said as he brought you in for a hug. “Just for now.”

The two of you pulled away but paused halfway through letting each other go. You were reminded once again of what a pretty brown Peter’s eyes were. The blue light from the hologram gave them a shine that she had never seen before.

You found yourself leaning towards Peter and Peter slowly made his way to you. They met somewhere in the middle. Their lips connected in a slow, tender kiss that was unplanned but not unwanted and filled with bottled up emotions.

It’s warm, Peter thought. She’s warm.

You didn’t know how long the two of you stayed connected but all too soon you were rudely interrupted by Peter’s phone chiming with a crime alert.

They pulled apart slowly and Peter’s lips pulled up at the corners, he tried his best to tune out the sound as he studied your face. Unbeknownst to you he had a crush on you for so long but you were already in a relationship upon your first meeting and— not to mention — her dad was his boss. Your eyes nearly glowed as a beautiful smile brightened her features.

“Duty calls,” You said and Peter blushed as he reached in his pocket for his phone to see how serious it was.

“And it seems like they could actually use Spider-Man for this one,” he told you before he shoved the phone back into his pocket and begrudgingly moved away from you to put on his web-shooters.

After he placed them on his wrists he turned to make a hasty exit before having a second thought.

Peter walked up to you once more and grabbed you by the waist with one arm, his free hand grabbed the back of your neck, bringing into a short, deep kiss.

You were breathless when he pulled away.

“I’ll call you later,” he told her, a blushing mess and a startling difference from someone who had just kissed you like that.

“Okay,” you said dreamily as he walked out.

“FRIDAY,” Y/N called out to the AI after taking a few moments to regain your bearings.

“Yes Miss Stark?” the AI replied.

“Seal Project 87-16. And send a message to Harley Keener,” you told the disembodied voice.

“What would you like me to say?” FRIDAY asked.

“It’s over.”

•

NEXT CHAPTER

[ethxndolan]

Grayson Dolan Must Die (G.D.) Part 8

Summary: Grayson Dolan is known as the schools womanizer. His ability to make a girl fall in love with him, and drop her within a week is legendary. When a series of events peaks Grayson’s interest in Y/N, she is recruited by three of his exes to break his heart in a very public way and exact revenge for all the pain he has caused. However, nothing goes according to plan… and Y/N may be in way over her head navigating the whit and charm that is Grayson Dolan.

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MASTERLIST

We both stood around for a while, not saying anything just looking out over our small town. It seemed so small and insignificant from up here, but it held huge problems for us. I had no idea what was going on in Gray’s head or what he thought the best course of action would be. I just knew in my heart that I couldn’t go through with the plan, I couldn’t do that to Grayson. “Gray, I’ll just tell them I’m not going to do it anymore.”

I saw his jaw clench as he worked over the thoughts racing through his head. “Absolutely not, Y/N. What the hell? I’m not going to just let them release a sex tape of you, that would ruin your life. How did she even get the video?” he asked.

“Apparently she found it on Connor’s phone and sent it to herself. She claims,” I said skeptically, “that she deleted if off his phone and he has nothing else of me. But, honestly who knows what else he could have.” I ran my hands through my hair in frustration, wanting to rip it all out of my head.

Grayson looked at me with wild eyes. “Wait,” he spoke, “You didn’t know about the video?” “No, I had no idea he was filming us. The first time I even know about it was when Rachel was showing it to me to blackmail me,” I replied softly. I felt so violated by the whole thing. By Connor for taking in the first place, and by Rachel for threatening to use it against me. My life was so much simpler before I got involved with all these people.

“I could fucking kill him right now,” Gray muttered. His body was so tense, he was constantly clenching his jaw and he could barely stay still for more than a second. A few moments had passed before he finally released a deep breath that he seemed to have been holding in, I wasn’t sure it did much to calm him down though. “I think we should go through with their plan,” he said.

I instantly shook my head, “No, Grayson. No way. I don’t want to hurt you, okay? I feel so bad about what just happened…” I had to take a second to collect my thoughts before continuing. “The look on your face… I never want you to feel like that again, and that’s exactly what will happen if we go along with it. Only it’ll be way worse.”

He stepped closer to me and finally looked me in the eyes. They were so much softer then they had been before, and I was so relieved his anger was no longer directed at me. “Yes way, lab partner,” he said, “ruining my reputation at school or whatever is literally nothing compared to a sex tape of you being released. I couldn’t give two fucks about what anyone at school thinks of me. We’re all going to graduate in a few months and move on from this shit hole anyway. That video though, that will follow you around for the rest of your life.”

Tears started to well up in my eyes. I looked everywhere but at him hoping they wouldn’t fall from my eyes, but my effort was useless as they slipped out anyway. He reached up and gently wiped them from my face. “This is all Rachel’s fault.” My voice came out cracked an uneven, I was very close to losing all control over my emotions.

“It’s fucking Connor’s fault too. I swear I’m going to beat the fuck out of him next time I see him,” he said. He sounded dead serious and that made me worried.

The weight of the unfairness of the whole situation crashed down on me. I didn’t see a way both of us could get out of this unscathed. Now the tears were flowing freely and I could barely speak as I was grasping for breath. “You can’t do that, you’ll get suspended from the team or worse… Listen, I did not go through all this work in Chemistry just so you could get kicked off the football team,” I teased a little, trying to lighten the mood. It didn’t work. “I know it means everything to you. Plus, this is my fault anyway.”

He grabbed me and pulled me into a tight hug. “How is any of this your fault?” His words were spoken into my hair as his chin rested on my head. His strong muscular arms felt so good wrapped around my frame. I buried my head into his chest and breathed in his comforting scent.  

“I should have known better…” I took a second to try to control my breathing, it didn’t really work. “A guy like him would never actually want me. I was so stupid.” He arms pulled me in even tighter. I clutched onto the back of his t-shirt like my life depended on it.

“No, Y/N, he’s the stupid one. You’re so amazing and kind and smart and funny, and he’s an idiot for not seeing that and taking advantage of you. Any guy that you chose to be with should fell so lucky and goddamn grateful.” I closed my eyes tight as the tears intensified over his sweet words, even if they weren’t true.

“Gray, I know you’re not like him, but you can’t honestly tell me any of that would be true if we were together. I would be just like every other girl.” It hurt to say, but I knew deep down it was the truth. It was easy for him to say I was special and different, but the reality is I wouldn’t have been. And that hurt my heart more than anything Connor ever did to me.

He pulled back just a little bit so he could look me in the eyes, the emotion in them frightened me a little bit. “I would never have done that to you, I would never play around with you like that. Excluding tonight… and there were extenuating circumstances for that, obviously. God, you’re not…” he trailed off. “I know people see me as a dick because I’m out here ‘breaking hearts’ or whatever, but those girls don’t give a shit about me. They just want to be with Grayson Dolan, captain of the football team. When they look at me all they see is what I can do for them. I’m not saying it’s not a little fucked up, but why should I care about their feelings when they don’t give a fuck about mine. Rachel’s not doing this because I didn’t reciprocate her feelings, she’s doing this because she's pissed off I wouldn’t let her use me. I’ve never even pursued one of them, they all approach me and I’ve never really been interested in anyone seriously so like why not just have fun, you know? But, Y/N you’re not like them. Not to me.”

He wiped the remaining tears off my face. I had finally calmed down enough to control the waterfalls cascading from my eyes. I took a step back and pulled away from his warm embrace. “That makes it so much worse, Gray! I literally refuse to go through with it. You don’t deserve that.”

He sighed. “You don’t deserve this either. We’re in a fucked up situation.”

My thoughts raced in my head as I tried to think of every tiny possibility that just might prevent us both from being screwed. When it hit me I could feel my face light up.

Gray raised one of his infamous eyebrows at me. “Why is the look on your face scaring me right now?” He could definitely tell I had an idea. “Okay, whats the plan, partner?”

“We get rid of the video.”