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Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Six (part 1)

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3293

Warnings: ANGST, bad language words

A/N: Tumblr sucks. It forced me to split this chapter up because I exceeded the text block limit. That’s just how I write! Link to part 2 at the end.

A/N 2: Thank you again to everyone for showing this story so much love! And thank you to everyone for your patience and support as I struggled to put this out. As you can tell from the multiple parts, it was a doozy. 🥰 divider credit- @firefly-graphics​

In case you missed the update, I will be publishing a new chapter every other Saturday from here on out. Schedule is in the Masterlist in my header.

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Monday morning rolled around, and your good mood from the weekend followed you into the office. Spending all of Saturday and the majority of Sunday texting James had lent to this early morning cheerfulness. You couldn’t help the smile on your face. You had even managed to arrive before most of your team.  

You hummed a sweet melody as you booted up your computer and organized a few files for Timmons to peruse. They were statements intended for the press needing his approval about a particular prominent CEO or A-list celebrity client. The firm was not confirming nor denying any knowledge of said client’s whereabouts the previous week or why there was photographic evidence of them coming out of FlashDancers NYC. Other files included those seeking rebranding approval for existing companies looking to revamp their image.

Most importantly, today was contract signing day for Stark Industries. 

You had compiled the document from a generic template the company used for all its clients, manually plugging in Stark Industries’ information in the correct spots and changing or omitting any services rendered or not. E-signing contracts were not only environmentally responsible, but they also saved a lot of your time from printing out numerous copies of a single agreement.

All you needed now was Timmons’ go-ahead to email the contract, and Pepper Potts could plug in her Jane Hancock.

Seeing Timmons enter the workroom, tweed coat draped over his forearm and attaché in hand, you rose from the seat behind your desk. You shuffled into his office after him.

He hung his jacket from the coat rack in the corner near a bank of expansive windows and placed the small, leather case he’d been carrying on the sturdy oak desk. He pulled out a stack of papers and tapped the pile against the desktop to straighten them before setting them down. Looking up at you briefly, he tugged out his laptop next.

You positioned a mug of coffee on Timmons’ desk, turning the handle just so, making it easier for him to grab. You cleared your throat gently. He glanced up at you again.

“Here’s the media statements for today,” you said, handing him a group of manila folders. You smoothed down the hem of your cardigan, smiling at the reminder of Bucky. You wished there had been a way to apologize to him again. He had left your apartment with such a pained look on his face. Maybe you could ask Peter. “And the Stark contract pdf is ready to go. I can email it over to you for final approval.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Timmons replied absent-mindedly, lifting the organized piles on the desk as if looking for something.

“Oh, okay,” you returned, nodding your head diminutively. “Do you want me to forward the contract on to Ms. Potts, then?”

“Ah-ha!” Timmons exclaimed, plucking a pen from underneath a stack of envelopes. He twirled the writing implement in his hand and peered at you, finally taking in your presence for the first time that morning.

An uncomfortable feeling washed over you as he evaluated you from head to toe. What was he looking at? Your hands tensed into fists as you continued to wait for his answer, growing impatient.

“Should I go ahead and do that, then, sir?” you asked, folding your arms across your chest like a protective suit of armor to deflect prying eyes.

“Yes, yes. That should be acceptable,” Timmons answered.

It threw you off balance. What had gotten into him? Timmons always had to have the final say on everything. It was so unlike him!

“Just so we’re clear- I will be sending the Stark Industries contract via email to Pepper Potts to e-sign,” you said, seeking clarification. You wanted to dot all i’s and cross all t’s because you weren’t going to lay your ass on the line for a misunderstanding. Especially not with something as crucial as the Stark Industries account.

“What? No, there’s been a change of plans,” he corrected.

You stared at him dumbfounded. Was he purposely trying to give you mental whiplash?

“Change of plans,” you affirmed. “Has Stark Industries decided not to use the firm, sir?”

“Oh, no. They’re still going with us,” Timmons said, rearranging the clutter he’d made on his desk.

You dropped your arms to your sides, although inside, you felt like throwing them into the air in frustration. Why was he so vague? He was usually wholly transparent with you. “Would you mind explaining it to me, please?” you asked, borderline annoyed. “Last time I checked, Stark Industries’ contract signing was still on the calendar for today’s agenda.”

“And it still is,” Timmons acknowledged. “It’s moved to an in-person signing.”

Your stomach plunged to the floor. Shit! You hadn’t printed out the contract! When was the appointment? How much time did you have? So many questions flew through your head.

How could Timmons keep something like this from you? Your heart hammered in your chest. You practically wobbled on your feet. Were you going to be sick?

I’m going to get fucking fired over this, you thought, trying to steady your breathing.

“Will you be ready to go in twenty minutes?” Timmons questioned, sitting down in the comfy desk chair and opening his laptop.

“Go?” you squeaked, attempting to recall how much you had in savings. You shook your head, trying to understand his words. Was he already asking you to clear out your desk?

“Yes. The car will be here at nine,” he said, keyboard clacking as he typed something.

“Car?” you asked, finding great difficulty comprehending the situation. Your head felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

Timmons regarded you in bafflement. “Have you been drinking?”

“What? NO!” you declared. You didn’t need that added to “the inability to perform required tasks” as a reason for your firing.  “I’m-I’m just really confused, sir.”

“About what?” Timmons asked, sitting back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap.

“Well…” you started. “What do we need a car for?”

His chocolate brown eyes shone with what you imagined might be excitement. “To drive upstate, of course.” He smirked as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desktop.

Upstate? What was upstate?

Timmons’ smile broadened as realization crept across your face. “Are we-”

“Yup!” he interrupted gleefully. He was like a child in a candy store. “We are headed to the Avengers Compound with a personal invitation from Tony Stark himself!”

You blinked several times at your boss, not entirely computing what he’d said. You were usually a lot quicker on the uptake than this. Why were you having such an off-day? 

“We?” you asked, shaking your head clear of the cobwebs. Why on Earth would he bring you along?

“I need someone who knows the ins and outs of these contract signings,” he said, fiddling with his pen again.

Wasn’t that his job?

“I’m just the schmoozer- the people-person,” he admitted, shrugging. “You’re the real brains behind this whole operation.

You nodded your head in agreement. He wasn’t wrong. The office would collectively collapse without you, and it felt good to hear your actual boss say it out loud.

“You better not forget it, either. Especially when my job performance evaluation comes around,” you asserted.

Timmons swiftly saluted you as if he was the subordinate. You huffed a laugh at him while shaking your head with incredulity. You took a step or two toward the office door before looking over your shoulder at him.

Timmons had turned back to his laptop screen already and started typing again. “So, twenty minutes?” he asked with an air of levity.

You faltered, nearly tripping over your feet. “Wait? You were serious about that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Timmons wondered, looking up hurriedly from his laptop.

“I need to print out the contract and make copies, for one thing,” you mentioned, almost accusatory. Maybe if he had warned you ahead of time, you wouldn’t be so defensive.

“Already taken care of,” he soothed.

“What do you mean it’s ‘already taken care of’?” you asked, raising your hands to make quotation marks with your fingers.

“I had one of the other grunts do it last night.”

You gaped at Timmons like a goldfish, mouth popping open and closed. Did you hear him correctly? Timmons did something to make your job easier? You could hug him right now! You felt like pinching yourself to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

Once you gathered your wits again, you glanced to your feet bashfully. “Oh,” you spoke, absently fingering the bottom button of your cardigan. “Thank you.” You smiled gratefully.

Timmons returned the smile with one of his own. “You’re welcome.”

“Nine o’clock, then,” you agreed, moving further toward the doorway.

“On the dot!”

Words couldn’t even begin to describe the Avengers Compound. You’d seen it on the news, sure, but that didn’t compare to seeing it in real life. It was grandiose, imposing. You felt dwarfed in size looking up to the high rooftop. 

It was almost ostentatious in a way. Much like the man who designed it. Larger than life.

Tony Stark.

Tony had insisted he take you and Timmons around on the tour of the compound. You still hadn’t seen the need for a tour.

“When Tony Stark invites you to tour the Avengers compound, you don’t say no,” Timmons had said in the car-ride up when you questioned why it was necessary.

It was all superfluous, really. Like Tony was trying to woo the firm to sign them, not the other way around.

A headache was forming at the base of your skull as you waited in line at the reception desk to return your visitor security badge.

The tour of the facility seemed to have been drug out longer than it needed. Tony had appeared overeager to show off every little gadget or trinket. Or maybe he just liked to hear himself talk.

When Timmons excepted the lunch invitation after the tour was completed, you felt the urge to run down to the armory, grab a gun, and shoot yourself in the foot. You were kicking yourself for ever agreeing to come on this dumb tour.

As the line slowly dragged forward, the muffled noise of men’s voices caught your ear. It sounded like an argument. Your line of sight followed to where the altercation originated.

Standing twenty feet away was Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, clearly disagreeing.

Your breath stilled as you watched the two super soldiers quarrel in a near-stage-whisper. What could they be fighting about?

From your place in line, you saw Bucky shake his head adamantly, his chestnut hair swishing about his shoulders. He might have even stamped his foot like a child, but you were too preoccupied with the look of abject horror on his face. He turned away as if to flee, but his friend caught him by the shoulder to stop him.

Were you causing this reaction from him?

You looked to your right to see if there was possibly someone else. All you noticed, though, was an empty space. Had you hurt Bucky’s feelings that badly? Your stomach clenched. The last thing you wanted was to be on an Avengers’ shit-list.

Glancing back to the two men, you caught Steve gesturing Bucky forward with short sweeping motions of his hands. Bucky shook his head again, stubbornly.

Even at this distance, you could feel the frustration rolling off Captain America.

Like a sucker-punch to the gut, you suddenly became very aware you were eavesdropping on Captain America and his best friend.

Your cheeks heated instantaneously, embarrassed of your staring. You shouldn’t be spying on them, you admonished. No matter how much your curiosity is piqued. 

It was none of your business.

You turned away from them, facing the reception desk again.

As hard as you tried not to pay attention, you could still see what looked like wild gesturing from the corner of your eye.

What if they started fighting? Shouldn’t you be conscious of your surroundings for your own safety? You fidgeted in your spot as you debated your moral compass.

Fuck it, you thought.

As you peered over to the two super soldiers, Steve shoved Bucky forward gently, causing the latter to trip over his booted feet. Bucky glared back at his friend, his hands clenching into fists. Steve shooed him further. You could barely make out the word “Go!” on his lips.

As if in slow motion, you eyed Bucky taking step after step toward you. Was he coming over here?

Once you realized what was happening, your heart plummeted to your knees as your head whipped around to the front of the line.

Bucky Barnes was definitely walking over to you. 

Had he noticed you staring?

You tried to stabilize your heart rate with slow, easy breaths, but Bucky was beside you much sooner than you could imagine.

A waft of aftershave hit your nose- woodsy and deliciously masculine. Your stomach swooped.

God, he smelled good.

Without having to turn your head, you could feel his brawny mass hovering near you.

How do you play this?

Perplexed? 

“Oh, my gosh! I had no idea you’d be here!” Of course, he wouldn’t believe that. This is where the Avengers lived. He’d probably think you were a stalker.

Apologetic?

“I’m so sorry Peter and I made fun of you! Will you ever forgive me?” Nah, too needy or clingy.

Or--

Before you could think of any other ways to portray the situation, you heard a large gush of air escape from Bucky. Was he nervous?

“Hey-hey, (Y/N),” he said, voice shaky.

You gazed to your left. Bucky looked as white as a ghost. Had his ego taken that big of a hit?

At that moment, you wanted to do nothing more than wrap him in your arms and tell him sorry, and everything would be okay. You couldn’t, of course. You didn’t know the guy. So you settled for the next best thing.

You smiled at him beatifically. “Hello, Mr. Barnes.”

Like a veil had been pulled, his demeanor changed instantly. He returned the smile. “Ja-” he started but scrunched his nose as if he’d made a mistake. “Please. Call me Bucky.”

“Okay, Bucky,” you replied.

Timmons turned around, ahead of you in line, and eyeballed you. You gave him a dismissive look, praying he wouldn’t butt in.

“So, you here visiting?” Bucky asked, observing the badge in your hand.

“Sorta. It’s a work thing,” you remarked, waving the plastic fob in the air. “Stark Industries has hired my firm as their PR representative. It was signing day.”

“Ah,” Bucky said, nodding in understanding.

“And I got the tour and lunch courtesy of Tony Stark,” you added.

“Oh, yeah?” Bucky’s eyebrows raised in interest. “What did you think?”

“Honestly?” You watched Bucky shake his head in agreement. “It was extremely overwhelming. How do you not get lost in this place?”

Bucky laughed. Crinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes, yet he looked so boyish. He was beautiful.

“When I first got here, I did several times,” he huffed. “Every hallway looks exactly the same!”

“Right?!” you exclaimed. “I kept thanking my lucky stars that I had a tour guide!” 

Timmons rolled his eyes and pivoted, facing front.

“Steve had to draw me a map to help me find my living quarters after the third time,” Bucky confessed, running a hand through his hair.

“Oh, no!” you empathized, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth. “That must have been so embarrassing!”

“Bird brain caught wind of it and gave me shit for weeks,” he lamented.

You gave him a confused look, not understanding who or what he was referring to.

Realizing his mistake, Bucky corrected, “Sorry. Bird brain is Sam.”

“Because he’s Falcon?”

Bucky bobbed his head yes, looking a little sheepish.

“It’s clever,” you grinned. “I like it.”

Bucky reciprocated the smile, and your chest warmed. It was a feeling you usually felt while texting James. Light and airy.

Finally making it to the reception desk, you relinquished your security badge to the pretty blonde in the too-tight sweater set. She handed you a clipboard to initial and fill out your departure time.

While signing, you surveyed the blonde as Bucky stepped closer. Her eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and she bit down on her bottom lip. Was she giving him bedroom eyes?

A new kind of warmth flooded your body. It felt a lot like jealousy as it snaked its way up to your ribs and circled your collarbones, which was absurd because you had no claim to this man. You’d met him one other time. Why would you feel this way?

Shoving the clipboard back at the receptionist, you spun toward Bucky. He regarded her politely and nodded, “Ma’am.”

Her shoulders slumped, and a frown slithered onto her painted lips. Somehow you felt triumphant, but not sure why. Bucky hadn’t picked you over her.

Your heart thumped harder in your chest as you walked side by side with Bucky, nearing the exit. You were suddenly overcome with the feeling of apologizing. What had you told James if you ever saw Bucky again? Apologize profusely and ask him to coffee.

You smiled at Bucky once again as he rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. The sound of a throat clearing resonated nearby. It wasn’t until you glanced up did you register Timmons standing so close. You had nearly forgotten about him.

Trying to gather your courage, you glimpsed between the two men. Bucky was squinting suspiciously at Timmons, and it made you chuckle lightly. “Easy tiger,” you assured. “That’s my boss, Roger Timmons.”

Bucky’s blue eyes widened a fraction, and he raised a hand in hello. “Sir.”

Timmons raised his chin in acknowledgment before looking down at his watch. You took it as his way of telling you to hurry up.

Okay, it’s now or never.

“Would you like to go to coffee with me?” Bucky blurted out, cheeks coloring pink.

Your eyes roamed across his handsome face. The boyishness was back, along with a touch of uncertainty. He was sweet, regardless of what the media claimed about him. Your lips curled up into a broad smile. “You read my mind,” you revealed, then winced. “That’s not one of your superpowers, is it?”

Bucky tittered. “No, no mind-reading.”

“Good,” you said, relieved.

“Whaddya say? Coffee?”

You dipped your head in a slow yes. “It’ll have to be after work, though.” You motioned over your shoulder with your thumb. “The slave driver over there is taking me back to the office to put me to work.”

Giggling, as you heard a scoff come from behind where you were standing, you reached into your purse and pulled out a pen and an old receipt. You quickly jotted down your work address. Handing it to Bucky, you began moving towards Timmons. “I get off at five,” you called. “I’ll meet you in the lobby.” You waved goodbye.

Bucky smirked. “Don’t work too hard!”

You flashed him one last smile before disappearing through the exit door.

You had a coffee date with Bucky Barnes!

You couldn’t believe it! The giddiness swelled inside you.

You gazed at Timmons’ profile as you walked to the waiting car parked at the curb. He had that look on his face.

It was a long drive back to the city. There was no way you could endure it if he started up now.

You gave a stern look before you stated, “Whatever you’re thinking, keep it to yourself.”

Timmons threw his hands up in mock surrender. “I wasn’t thinking anything.”

“Uh-huh,” you said dubiously. Timmons smiled smugly as you both climbed into the town car.

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HEAD OVER HEELS [PT.3] DRACO MALFOY X READER

pairings: draco malfoy x reader, a lil blaise zabini x reader

warnings: angst just a sh!t ton of angst, some lil sad stuff, swearing?? but light

summary:some soft!draco flashbacks and more insight about what happened between draco and the reader<3

word count:2.3k+

A/N: heyyy!! this is more like an insight from events on last year but still wanted to update!! i got like 2-3 [???] more parts to finish this story i think<3 hope you guys enjoy!! also i wanna create a taglist so send me a request on my ask to be ADDED TO MY DRACO TAGLIST!! also feedback is allwayyss appreciated!! :) enjoy loves

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“Y/N? Are you okay?” Y/N was too in her thoughts to even notice the very worried Hermione, in front of her, she got back to the Gryffindor common room after the whole incident with Draco, and never realized how much time she had spent just thinking about him. Being alone with her thoughts scared her for this reason, she wandered off and thought about so many things that she knew would upset her, and she hated it.

She thought about how she could never be with Draco, because he confused her, she didn’t know what he was feeling, even if he was feeling something for her, it was not deep and strong enough that he wanted to be with Y/N, or so she thought.

Y/N didn’t know what exactly Draco thought about her, she didn’t know what was going through his mind when Y/N got with Harry, it was definitely not positive thoughts because he hated it.

he hated even the idea of them, but them being together in real life in front of his eyes? It made him infuriated and nauseous. He couldn’t stand it.

He felt betrayed by Y/N, he felt betrayed that she of all people would choose Harry over him, Draco always thought that he would be with Y/N, maybe not at the time or maybe not in 2 years, 

but eventually he felt she would be his, his girlfriend. At least he hoped for that, he wanted her in every single way possible. It was obvious, the way he looked at her, the way she was the few people who could make him genuinely laugh, the way he would drop everything for her at a heartbeat, it was obvious to everyone, or everyone except for her it seemed.

Draco always felt second best to Harry, and when Y/N, the love of his life was dating Harry, he felt his heart break more than ever, he never thought he would lose her to him too.

He hated Harry because he always needed to compete with him, to be better than him, Draco hated having this competitive side but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to be the best, first, not second. It infuriated him.

But this was more than a competition, it was a heartbreak, Draco lost her to his worst enemy, he thought the only thing he had that Harry couldn’t steal was Y/N, but it happened anyway, it crushed him to his core, that little part of him that cared about basically everything was crushed, in minutes, seconds even.

Draco knew Y/N was friends with Harry, Ron, Hermione and even that upset him, but dating Harry was the line for him, he knew he was closer to Y/N than the Golden Trio, especially the night the two shared together at the top of the Astronomy Tower. 

He knew they were closest which each other when these words left Y/N’s pretty little mouth, “Wow, I’ve never talked about these things with anyone, like not even out loud to myself.” He knew right there and then she was the person he could share everything with.

Draco was of course at first upset about her being a Gryffindor, but once he got to know her, he didn’t care, he realized how Y/N was more than her house. She was really pretty, smart, super kind -which is what made Draco like her in the first place- , and of course she was a really courageous caring person.

Y/N’s parents surprisingly were friends with the Malfoy’s despite their beliefs being different, this helped the two’s friendship more than ever, Narcissa adored Y/N, she admired her intelligence, her pretty face and her brave bright soul. 

She always loved the pair hanging around and encouraged the two, even mentioning it to Draco once or twice, as Draco smiled happily at the thought of getting his mom’s approval about you.

Draco always kept his feelings from Y/N in secret. Deep deep inside of him where no one could even find out. Of course he showed his friend side to her, but he was afraid of what she might say if he finally opened up to her, so he did his best to try and hide his feelings.

Occasionally or more like always he would blurt out compliments and would brush her hair out of her face, so he could get a better look at her beautiful face, in which the both actions would cause the girl to immediately blush up at him.

He was fine at keeping his feelings bottled up, until he realized Harry and Y/N were getting closer and closer, it made him absolutely furious, and after some inner debates with himself, he finally decided, he was gonna open up to you.  He realized he couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to do something, he needed to make you his.

He knew that even if Y/N said she wasn’t into romantic sappy sh!t, she actually was, she loved cute small romantic gestures, so him being the puppy dog eyed in love boy, Draco asked his friends for help and had somewhat of a surprise for you waiting in the Slytherin common room. 

As his plans were finally finished he happily looked around for you, his eyes searching for you nervously.

His hands were sweaty and he kept fiddling with his hair out of sheer nervousness, he kept walking, to the Gryffindor common room, since he didn’t know the password, he forced one of the first years to let him in.

Excitedly he got inside and his eyes searched for you one last time, as he landed his eyes on you, his eyes sparkled in joy, the boy almost jumped up and down from happiness.

He quickly made his way to you before speaking up nervously “Hi, Y/N!” Draco exclaimed. “Hi Draco!” Y/N exclaimed just as happily giving him a warm smile, he smiled up at her once again.

 “I just wanted to tell you that um-“ Draco was interrupted at the sight of him. Harry, he appeared out of nowhere, making Draco’s smile fade quickly, but what even made his smile turn into a whole growl and his fists clenching tightly together was Harry’S next move, Harry approached Y/N and kissed her on the lips slowly smiling at her, Draco’s mouth went dry, his whole world shattered in front of his eyes, he felt sick to his stomach at the sight in front of him, he knew he had to leave or else he was gonna do something stupid, he quickly turned around basically sprinting out of the common room as a worried Y/N followed him.

“Hey! Draco what did you wanna say to me?” Y/N basically yelled from behind him making Draco curse himself mentally for not being faster. “It’s nothing really, I just um had something but it’s whatever, I have to go.” 

Draco said firmly not daring to turn around to meet the girl, and later disappeared into the corridors. Draco spent the entire evening of that day, frowning and really angry that he scared his friends off, he spent the whole day moping around about Y/N, the girl who broke his heart.

Of course Y/N did not know any of this, she didn’t know about his long crush on her, she didn’t know the effect she had on the poor boy, she didn’t know about the surprise, she only knew how upset Draco became once she started dating Harry, she never quiet understood it until that one moment she had with Draco.

It was back when she was dating Harry, she slowly but surely noticed the Malfoy boy distancing himself away from her, it upset her so much, too much in fact that even Harry was getting annoyed by it, she didn’t know why Malfoy was avoiding her and she wanted to know, it pissed her off so much and she couldn’t take it anymore, so when she ran into the platinum headed boy in the corridors and he tried to brush her off once again she had enough.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy!” Y/N said nearly yelling as Draco’s eyes widened at her using his middle name, “You need to tell me what the fvck is going on right now!” She exclaimed angrily as Draco just sighed and pulled her by her wrists to some place quiet so he could explain.

“Nothing is going on, Y/N. Just leave me alone and don’t make a scene like that again please.” Draco muttered and he was ready to leave as Y/N reached her hand to his arm, having a tight grip on the boys arm “Draco.. please don’t go, I can’t stand you avoiding me... I can’t stand not being your friend or being there for each other. Can you just tell me so we can fix it?” Y/N said softly, as Draco sighed turning around as his eyes met hers.

“There’s nothing to talk about Y/N! There’s nothing to fvckng fix! How are you gonna fix my broken heart? The broken heart you caused.. I loved you Y/N but you chose him!” Draco said angrily.

 Y/N’s eyes widened at the confession and she looked at him sadly, “You made your choice, I can’t do anything about that.” Draco said bitterly and sad as he walked away, leaving Y/N all alone.

It was from that day on that Y/N and Harry’s relationship changed, it was as if the confession had something on Y/N -and it did.- it was all she could think about, she didn’t know what to do and it ruined her and Harry’s relationship, well the main reason was that they didn’t really get along but this was a part of it too.

She knew after the break up that she felt the same way towards Malfoy, and that’s why she was scared to even talk to him, scared of his reaction. And she realized now, she was right to be scared, Draco distanced himself from Y/N too much, too long, they no longer had the closeness they once shared, this made Y/N even more anxious, he wanted to be with Draco but he just made her confused, he made her jealous, he made her sad, all she wanted was him to be with her.

“Y/N? I’M talking to you!” Hermione said louder this time and waving her hand in front of Y/N’s face, finally causing the girl to snap out of her deep thoughts. “Huh?” Y/N muttered out as Hermione sighed, “Come on let’s get you to bed, we’ll talk later tomorrow, okay?” Hermione said softly as Y/N nodded simply, following Hermione to the dorm.

***

The next few days were like a blur to Y/N, she didn't mean for them to be that way, but it happened, she couldn't help it, she tried her best she tried her best to not be this sad sappy heartbroken girl, but she couldn’t help it, she tried her best to snap out of it, but seeing him in the halls were still a little too much for Y/N. 

Hanging out with her friends did ease some of it, but she was still very much hung up on Draco, and it didn’t help that every time they saw each other, their eyes would linger onto each other, as they stared at each other for a long time, it made both of their hearts ache, but they couldn’t help it.

Y/N didn't like the situation they were in, she wanted clarity, she wanted to know what was Draco's deal, what he felt, what he wanted with her, and make him trust her again, she couldn't believe that her dating Harry would even cause this much problem, hell she even cursed herself so much for even dating him in the first place. 

She never knew that things were this beyond broken between them, even the thought crushed her. She wanted everything to be okay, hell she wanted everything to be perfect with them.

She wanted to make Draco believe her, and she wanted to know about how Draco really felt. She wanted more than the few exchanged glances in the hallway, she wanted to talk to him, she wanted to fix it, she wanted to make things better, but more than ever, she wanted him.

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Y/N walked into the Transfigurations class, making her way to her seat quietly and she got out her books quickly. As the Professor arrived and the class started, she started taking her notes, not wanting to miss anything, it was obvious that she had been distracted the few days prior, so of course after a while of taking long notes, her mind shifted, shifted back to where it shouldn’t shift, to Draco.

She tried her best to get his mind off him the whole class, which meant that she had to battle between taking notes and then being distracted, taking notes and then being distracted, which repeated until the class was over, she finally sighed in relief as she tried her best to quickly gather her books, struggling to fit them in her bag.

A nudge on her shoulder snapped her out of her focused bag situation as she turned around curiously, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sight in front of her, “I really really need your help with something.” The boy said desperately as Y/N sighed for the 500th time today “Zabini.” 

Y/N said annoyedly, as Blaise just smirked at her calling him by his last name.

[exhausted-joy]

INTO THE WOODS [YANDERE!JIMIN] [05]

SYNOPSIS: Park Jimin is your needy, clingy, summer camp cabinmate that both creeps you out and makes you regret ever trying to be socially engaged during your summer break. After submitting truckloads of request forms to switch cabins and getting rejected, you realize that you must swallow your pride and get comfy with your new cabinmate. He hates it and so do you—at least, that’s what you thought.

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You want to enjoy your trek back to camp. You really do. But it's incredibly hard to do so when your chronically antisocial cabinmate won't respond to a single word you say.

Each joke you crack is swallowed whole by the silence that follows, and every comment you make on your unfortunate surroundings falls on deaf ears. Perhaps you just weren't funny or you were being annoying, but that couldn't possibly be the case. You would be more inclined to believe that Jimin suddenly converted back into a mute, but you certainly wouldn't buy the Hellen Keller act anytime soon.

Despite his clear avoidance, the silences between you two are no longer awkward - for you, at least. When he doesn't laugh at a joke of yours, you don't feel the intense sear of embarrassment raising the hairs on your skin but, instead, there's a comfortable silence.

You'd like to believe that maybe he's not so much of a verbal laugh kind of guy, he just prefers to keep it all in. It's an unintelligible assumption, but it helps somewhat soothe your irrational fears of Jimin growing a sudden hatred for you.

"Hey, Jimin," you call from behind him, having lagged a few paces back due to his somehow inexhaustible stamina that keeps him in the lead pretty much at all times. "Can we please take a break? I think my lungs are about to collapse."

The boy halts in his steps and looks back to give you a single nod, his face stoic and unreadable. You shift uneasily and avoid eye contact, suddenly unnerved by his change in personality, though not surprised. You spot a large log covered in a thick layer of moss a few feet away and make your way over to sit on it.

Plopping down, you think back to anything you may have said that could have offended him in some way. Was it the joke you made about how big his hoodie was on you? Perhaps he had thought you were calling him fat? You didn't mean to hurt his feelings, if that's the case.

You thought you were making some progress with him, but it looks like you are back at square one again. It's discouraging, yet you aren't quite sure why.

Did you really want to be his friend? Or were you only bearing the weight of his strange tendencies because, in retrospect, you literally had no other choice?

You glance at Jimin, watching as he coolly rests against a tree turned away from you, his dark hair falling into his eyes. You just can't seem to figure him out; one moment he's the one initiating conversation and the next he's pulling back as if he's been burned. You wish you had some kind of sixth sense to help you understand the burdened inner workings that make Park Jimin, but you unfortunately don't.

And you're honestly too much of a coward to ask him if everything's alright, so maybe it's best if you just give him some space. He can't ignore you forever - you live in the same cabin after all, and a pretty small one at that. He would have to talk to you sooner or later. Right?

You sigh, shaking the intrusive thoughts from your mind. There is no use in mulling over something you can't control; if Jimin wants to indulge in his bouts of teenage angst, then so be it. You take a moment to recollect yourself and catch your breath, taking the chance to tentatively attempt at tidying up the bird's nest of hair that sits tangled atop your head.

But the bird's nest seems determined to stay until you get hold of a hairbrush, which, considering your current situation, could still be quite some time away. Getting up in favor of leaning against a tree yourself, you absentmindedly mirror Jimin's stance as you watch him from the corner of your eye. Nope, still not one sign of social capability.

This time your sigh is louder. Loud enough for him to hear and, low and behold, he turns his head in your direction to look at you. At this point, his constant changes in behavior from open to antisocial to intrigued are starting to get on your nerves, and you decide to show it.

Narrowing your eyes enough for him to notice, you turn away to stare at a tree in front of you which looks exactly like all the other hundreds of trees surrounding you.

Stunning, you think ironically. Like I haven't seen enough chunks of nature in the last twenty four hours.

Suddenly, a prickly feeling creeps up your spine. You're familiar enough with it by now - he's looking at you. Staring, more accurately, so intensely you can feel goosebumps welting up the skin of your arms despite the soft fabric of the hoodie that shields you from the cold morning air. But you don't turn around, you don't bother at this point.

Jimin musters you from his peripheral vision. Had he done something wrong? Had he offended you somehow? A million questions of the like course through his head all at once.

Even though he hasn't been able to come up with an appropriate topic for a new conversation after awkwardly ending your last one, he feels somewhat wronged by your behaviour. It's not his fault he was too shy to just start babbling about, even if that's what you might want.

He can feel a familiar heat crawl up his neck, whether from shame, embarrassment or anger - he can't tell. Jimin wants to talk to you. So what's stopping him? His fear of abandonment? His innate ability to drive away those he loves? The possibilities spin through his mind, fueling the insecurities that burn fiercely within.

Whatever it is, the answer to his questions are not yet transparent, and he refuses to bend backwards to figure it out. In the end, this struggle would all be for nothing; you are a temporary piece on this board of chess, a queen who will fall if he gets any closer. When camp ends, so will whatever this is. It happens, it's life. Right?

And in that case, is this the reason why Jimin is currently making his way over to you, palms clammy as he wracks his mind for a conversation starter, for something, anything to say?

You raise an eyebrow when you see the boy approaching you. Oh, he finally wants to talk now? You scoff but hold back on a clipped comment, knowing how sensitive Jimin can sometimes get. You don't exactly know him that well yet either, though you honestly wouldn't put it past him to spring a knife on you if you say something that doesn't sit well with him.

"Yes?" You question as your roommate halts in your wake, his eyes gleaming unsurely in the midst of the early morning sunlight.

He peers at you, seemingly conflicted. He opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again like a fish. The cycle continues a couple times before you begin to find it humorous. You hold it in though, for his sake, and gesture for him to just spit it out already.

"...Are you mad at me?"

The question stikes you silly, and you are hardly able resist the urge to actually burst out laughing. So it has been a misunderstanding. Here you are, pondering over the trillions of possibilities as to why this boy could be mad at you, yet him thinking you are mad at him not being a single one.

Still, you are incredulous at this revelation, and you do your best to express it in the most unassuming way possible.

"Me? I thought you were mad at me!" You cry, eyes almost bugging out of your skull with vexation. Jimin tilts his head, slightly furrowing his eyebrows in perplexion.

The way his hair moves across his forehead as he tilts his head makes your heart flip, but you push the feeling away. It must be low blood pressure from your lack of proper meals the past day and night. Looking at the shifts in Jimin's expressions, it seems a lightbulb has flickered to life with the way his eyes glaze over in realization.

"Ah, I see.." He breathes, almost in relief, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. Your eyes widen for a millisecond at the unusual display of emotion, but then he shocks you even further when takes two large steps towards you. Now he's suddenly right in front of you, impossibly close with you craning your head back to look up at him.

"..Uh..?" You whisper in confusion, furrowing your eyebrows as his hands slowly rise up to your face.

In a flash, Jimin grabs the drawstrings of the hoodie and quickly pulls, scrunching up the hood and masking your face from view like you had done earlier at the campsite.

"J-Jimin?!" You squeak as you hear the pounding of footsteps and a quiet chuckle that reminds you of a chuffing tiger.

Astounded, you struggle to pull the hood from your face. When you do, the only thing you see is a glimpse of Jimin's white shirt before he disappears behind a tangle of large branches. A twinge of fear pulls at your gut and you take off after him, afraid that you might lose him in the thicket of eternal tree trunks.

It doesn't occur to you that the usually stoic boy just showed you his way of having fun. Of joking around, of horse play. Why exactly was it so strange to you? Shouldn't you be happy that he's acting like this so openly? You aren't sure how you're supposed to feel but, for now, you can only think about how worried you've become at this sudden surfacing of positive growth.

Was he perhaps.. warming up to you? It's a thought so obscure that you almost laugh out loud at yourself but as you catch up to Jimin moments later, you are almost rendered speechless at the sight of him smiling.

It's a genuine, toothy smile that reaches his sparkling eyes and you're shocked to see the sight of his pearly whites. But as quickly as it comes, it goes, wiped from his face in seconds as he turns away to face a dirt path that leads through a somewhat familiar scene with trees, trees, more trees and-

Was that.. smoke? It billows through the tops of the trees, its fading grey fingers curling up into the morning sky. You've half a mind to jump up and scream with joy. A campfire! And from the looks of it, a big one. Of course, one can never be entirely sure that said smoke doesn't come from illegal and possibly murderous poachers camping nearby, but the chance is considerably slim.

Jimin feels himself tensing up beside you. So this is it, huh? His blissfully isolated alone-time with you was finally coming to an end. Disappointment curls in his stomach; things would go back to how they used to be, wouldn't they? He almost wants to pick you up and carry you back through the trees and into the small clearing where you'd spent the night. Where he'd made some of the happiest memories in a long time.

Of course, semi-kidnapping you back into the forest was out of the question. The last thing he wants is for you to hate him, avoid him like the plague, to shun him too just like the others-

You suddenly grab his hand without a warning, immediately stopping his train of thought- and if he isn't mistaken, there's a tiny blush on your cheeks. His heart skips at least three beats, the way your slender fingers curl around his bigger hand making his insides feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy.

The smile you shoot him is dazzling as you practically drag him by his hand towards what is, hopefully, camp. Running after you, he hesitantly entwines his fingers with yours, too.

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Who knew isolation could be so blissful. After having been swarmed by fellow campers with a hurricane of concern, curiosity, and wonder how you hadn't been eaten alive by a cave bear, the camp supervisors had mercifully decided to send you and your socially inept partner to your cabin to relax. Formalities and questions would be dealt with tomorrow.

You take one long lazy look around your temporary living space. Sleep looks irresistible, almost delectable right about now. You let out a lengthy yawn as you plop down on your bed, all the drained energy and missing sleep from your little expedition suddenly hitting you like a brick.

Jimin, at the other end of your shared room, seems in a rather similar state to you, oddly enough. You can't recall him ever even so much as expressing the need to sleep- no yawning, no eye rubbing, nothing. Maybe some good old fresh air wore down his vampiric tendencies a bit. Your roommate has already silently shuffled into his own bed, albeit horizontally, although that didn't seem to bother him at all.

As much as you would like falling asleep on the spot, diving in the peaceful silence between you and Jimin, the way the bends of your arms and the hairs in your neck stick together tells you that you need a shower, desperately.

Already kicking off your shoes, you do your best not to fall asleep on your feet walking towards the small bathroom, having just enough presence of mind left to grab a pair of clean pyjamas before entering. Once inside, you basically rip off your sweaty clothes and toss them Kobe-style into a hamper nearby.

The cold water hitting your skin feels like bliss after a while of overheating. When you emerge, you can feel more like an actual human being rather than a caveman with the bodily hygiene of an ape. You get dressed and leave the bathroom with a sigh and a tired, relieved smile on your lips.

Jimin props himself up on his elbows, his gaze lingering on you a lot longer than necessary. You might not be aware, but he notices right away; above your cozy pyjamas, you've automatically thrown on something else - his hoodie. His hoodie. That strange sensation he always seems to get when he sees you drowning in his jacket creeps up his throat again to grasp him in a chokehold.

You take notice of Jimin's fall-back into staring out of the corner of your eye, but it bothers you strangely little. It would appear that, while mostly being incredibly, cripplingly awkward, being lost in the woods with your cabin mate had somehow brought you closer in a mutual, silent way. Maybe a peaceful co-existence is possible for the two of you after all.

With shallow motions you crawl under your blanket, turning so you face Jimin's side of the room. With your last bit of conscience, you shoot your groggy cabin mate an exhausted, yet earnest smile. And before you're out like a light, you can still see him inconspicuously reciprocate your action, all while gazing intently as if you might disappear if he so much as glances away.

His smile... your mind slips into a state of comatose, your heavy eyelids finally closing as your train of thought drifts into dreamland. The dark haired boy listens as your breaths grow heavy, watching as your body relaxes beneath the sheets. His eyes flicker around the room, his face subsequently heating up.

Her smile is really nice.  Jimin thinks bashfully as he settles into bed, facing away from you, and quickly pulling his blanket over his head. Just a simple thought, but if only you could see the grin on his face right now.

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By Chance Chapters 5-8

A misunderstanding gone viral puts you on BTS’s radar, which leads to a series of events that finally culminate with you meeting them for the first time.

✚ Pairing: Sub!BTS/Female Reader ✚ Word Count: 4.9K ✚ Rating: M ✚ Warnings: Reader mentions having been told to kill herself on the internet. ✚ A/N: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Read on AO3 / Chapters 1-4

Chapter 5: Hoseok, Taehyung & Namjoon

To no one's surprise, Jungkook is once again watching one of your movies after they had dinner. It's almost begun to feel like a routine; unless it's his turn to clean up, Jungkook just plops down and starts watching with his earphones on, and very often it's a movie he's already seen. He says it's because he doesn't want to go through your movies too fast, and this way he can enjoy them as much as possible.

"I don't think he has that many things left to watch of her." Namjoon says, looking over his shoulder at Jungkook sitting cross legged on the couch staring attentively at his phone with his earphones on, completely oblivious to the fact that he's their topic of conversation.

"He'll be upset once he's done." Hoseok adds, cleaning the table with a rag as Taehyung picks up up the takeout containers. "He has a crush."

"Well, she's very pretty." Taehyung comments absentmindedly, throwing the containers in the trash. Namjoon shares a look with Hoseok, both rising their eyebrows with a smile. "I saw one of her movies last year."

"I knew her only from the perfume commercials. She looked beautiful in them." Hoseok says, washing the rag on the sink. "I can't remember if it was Dior or Givenchy... I think it was Dior..." He whispers mostly to himself as Jin walks into the kitchen, freshly showered and dressed for bed already.

"Who do you know from the perfume commercials?" He asks, opening the fridge.

"[Y/N]." Hoseok replies casually as he washes his hands. "Jungkook is watching another one of her movies." He points to the couch where Jungkook has shifted positions, wrapping a blanket around himself that makes him look like a human tent. "Aww, so cute." Hoseok says, smiling at the youngest.

"Ah." Jin replies, grabbing a bottle and leaving without saying anything else.

"What's gotten into him?" Taehyung asks, staring at the place where Jin was a moment ago suspiciously. 

"Who knows?" Namjoon replies, shrugging his shoulders.

Jin is known for having his moments, so he's pretty sure it’s not a big deal. It's likely he's a bit fed up with Jungkook's crush on you; he keeps bringing you up whenever he has a chance, and sharing little fun facts about you he's picked up from all the interviews he's watched. To Namjoon it's very cute, but he wouldn't be surprised if Jin is tired of it already— mainly because Jungkook's attention has been diverted almost entirely to you, and Jin doesn't particularly enjoy when that happens.

There's probably nothing to worry about, but just in case he'll wait a bit to see if this passes. And if it doesn't, Jin will have to open up about what he's feeling and talk to them, eventually.

Chapter 6: Yoongi

Even though he tries, Yoongi can't hold back a smile as he watches Jungkook get everything ready for his movie marathon. Yoongi can't remember which movies he's going to see, but he does remember you starred in the sequel of something and Jungkook never watched the first part, because you weren't it. But a couple days ago, he saw in an old interview that you said watching the first one was important to understand your character, so he decided to correct that and watch the first part once and for all. And then rewatch the second part, again.

He explained this situation to everyone in great detail. 

"Hyung, do you want to watch with me?" Jungkook yells at him, still preparing his snacks and drinks on the table. Yoongi smiles at him but shakes his head.

"Another day. I have some work to do." He ruffles Jungkook's hair teasingly as he walks past him on his way to his room.

Most of the reason he refused is that he has to work, that wasn't a lie— but another reason is that Yoongi knows very well what Jungkook is like when he gets someone to watch one of your movies that he's already watched himself. If he hasn't watched it yet, there's no problem; he'll be laser-focused on the movie and most likely won't say a word until it's done. But if he has watched it already, he'll constantly tell whoever has joined him to pay attention when a scene he likes is coming, or he'll scold them if they're not being as attentive as he thinks they should be.

Yoongi likes to enjoy movies peacefully, so that particular environment isn't his favorite. He'll watch one of your movies with Jungkook when it's one he hasn't seen beforehand, which might take a little while to happen considering Jungkook has bulldozed through your entire filmography already.

As he closes the door to his room, he hears Jungkook calling for Jimin to join him, which Yoongi is sure he will do. Jimin seems to be the most likely to agree to watch any content related to you, so he's not worried about Jungkook being upset at him for refusing his request.

To tell the truth, Yoongi is still a bit perplexed about Jungkook's sudden fascination with you. After the thing where people thought you'd met them went viral, Jungkook watched one video of you and then another and then another, and soon enough he made his way through everything you've ever been in.

Now he's just rewatching all your movies, while he awaits the upcoming Netflix movie you recently finished shooting. A couple days ago, if he remembers correctly. Jungkook likes keep them all updated.

Jungkook insists you're sweet and kind and so beautiful and nice, and Yoongi simply can't tell him that what he has a crush on is just an idealized version of yourself, that he can't truly know you through videos and interviews. At least he can't tell him yet; because if this infatuation persists Yoongi will bring him back to reality. Jungkook knows very well what it's like to have people crush on you and decide you're perfect because you're only showing them your likeable side, and he has to understand that's what he's doing with you, too.

After hitting an annoying slump in his work, Yoongi spins around in his chair, feeling the stress starting to build up. He can hear the very faint sound of Jungkook watching his movie and after giving it a moment of thought, he pulls out his phone out of his pocket.

Youtube.

He quickly types “[Y/N] interview” and hits search.

He scrolls a little until one catches his eye, because it says it was uploaded just 8 hours ago. He wonders if Jungkook already watched it, which is very likely, but it’s also possible he didn’t because he tends to inform everyone when there’s a new interview you did for him to watch. He puts his earphones on and thinks "fuck it" because he wants to see for himself what Jungkook has been so obsessed with.

It's a 19 minutes long filmed radio interview, but Yoongi figures he only needs to listen to a couple minutes of it to get a feel of what you're about. If it starts out boring, he'll just skip until there’s something interesting. It's even possible that people in the comments have already put on the timestamps of the best moments, and he won't even have to do any work for himself.

“[Y/N], welcome! I’m so happy you could join us this morning.” The host says, and Yoongi quickly notices he has an amazing voice.

“Thank you.” You say politely, smiling. “I’m happy to be here.” “So, you have a new movie coming to Netflix soon—” Yoongi fast forwards a few minutes, because he does not need to know more about that movie than he already does. Jungkook is so excited about it, he’s shared every single detail there is to know about it with him and the others.

“—around 2014, right?” The hosts says, looking a bit more serious.

“Yeah, around the end of the year. It was my first big—” You make quotes with your fingers and roll your eyes, even though the people listening wouldn’t be able to see you. “—movie role and I got like 800 thousand new followers on Instagram in 2 days. At first it felt amazing, it really did, but when a lot of good comes your way, bad is bound to come as well.” You sigh, and Yoongi notices you suddenly look tired. He goes back around 1 minute, trying to find when you started talking about this. He wants to know where what you’re saying comes from.

“They do! You can see some videos of me on the official Instagram account for the movie.” You say with a smile.

“Because you’re not on social media anymore.” The host adds, like it’s a well-known fact. Jungkook has probably mentioned it before but Yoongi truly doesn't remember, so that caught him by surprise.

“Yup. Been clean for a few years now.” You joke, and all the people at the table laugh. Even Yoongi cracks a tiny smile.

“You’ve talked about this in the past, how you quit because it got too toxic. So, that was around 2014, right?” Someone else asks, and you nod.

Yoongi ponders for a second if he should fast forward what he’s already seen, but ultimately decides not to. It’s different to watch it now that he knows where the conversation is coming from. He patiently waits for you to say everything he’s already heard, paying more attention this time.

“There were a lot of negative comments at the time, was that it?” The host asks, and you raise your eyebrows, huffing.

“You could say that.” You say sarcastically. “A group of people were very, very angry when I was cast for my second movie. Since it was based on a book, they said I wasn’t what they had imagined and they made sure to let me know it.” You shake your head. “It was bad when I was cast, but when the first trailer came out it got worse. It was hard to deal with because I’d never gone through something similar before. I had only done one indie film and one episode of CSI. That was it. And all of a sudden I have comments on every single thing I post saying that my acting sucks and I should just quit. Some people even told me I should kill myself.” You pause for a second as the people around you shake their heads, visibly disappointed. “Those were the least, but it’s still jarring to see people wishing that on you.”

Yoongi gasps, pausing the video. For some reason he hadn’t considered something like that happening to you, at all. That’s not the kind of thing about you Jungkook shares; he shares your favorite things, stories you’ve told about your costars or meeting other famous people, but not this. He never shares anything negative like this. He wonders why, even though part of him thinks it’s because Jungkook doesn’t feel comfortable sharing something that feels this personal. 

He takes a couple seconds before hitting play again.

“So one day I just said screw this, and decided to delete all my social media. I posted a goodbye letter to my fans first explaining the situation and left it up for like an hour before I deleted everything. The only way you’ll see me on social media is through promotional stuff or on some friends’ accounts.” Your tone shifts on this part; it becomes more cheerful, but Yoongi has been on your side of the story enough times to know you’re just deflecting, and this is something that still bothers you.

He gets it.

It bothers him, too.

“And then you won several awards for that role.” The host says with a laugh, successfully lightening the mood.

“Yep, I did.” You say, laughing as well.

The interview moves on to other topics, much more light-hearted than the previous one, but even though Yoongi ends up watching the entire video, that one thing manages to stick to his mind like a magnet. He feels a bit ashamed that he dismissed you, that he didn’t consider that you’re a celebrity too and your life is bound to be hard as well, even if the ways you deal with that status are different from the ways he and the others have to deal with their own. Jungkook always being so happy when he shares things about you made Yoongi make the mistake of thinking he had you figured out, but now he realizes he actually doesn’t really know anything about you.

He sighs, covering his face with his hands before moving them up and running them through his hair, messing it up completely.

As of right now, there's an new, annoying feeling at the pit of his stomach, an annoying feeling that makes Yoongi want to know more about you.

Thanks a lot, Jungkook.

Chapter 7: After

Timotheé is staring at you with a very cute smile on his face, which can only mean one thing.

He wants something.

"What now?" You ask, sighing.

“Can I have some of that, please?” He asks as you sip your coffee, resting his chin on your shoulder and hugging your waist while you eye him suspiciously. You know he’s tired, but it’s only been a few minutes since you were given the cups. How fast did he drink his?

“Where’s yours?” You ask, staring down at his empty hands.

“I finished it.” He grins. “Pleeease, I’m sleepy.” You roll your eyes and give him your cup, and he kisses your cheek in response before releasing you to take it from your hand.

“Thank you!”

“It’s not free!” You say immediately, watching him gulp down the rest of your drink. “You’ll have to get me another one later.” He nods, still drinking. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

“Not really.” He says, rolling his shoulders with a grimace. “I’m still jetlagged as fuck.”

“Come here.” You move him in front of you to start massaging his shoulders, and his knees go weak when you do. “Timmy! Work with me here, man. Try to stay up.” You joke, and he laughs.

“Sorry, sorry.” He apologizes, looking back at you for a second before bowing his head forward. “Thank you so— ah—much.”

“This feels like it’s turning erotic real fast.” You tease him, but you don’t stop rubbing his shoulders. You don’t see his face, but you’d bet anything he’s as red as a tomato. He gets shy immediately when you make that kind of comments, it’s adorable.

“Shut uhhh— up.” He laughs, smacking your side lightly with his hand, not turning around.

“I’m not the one moaning—”

“Guys, come on. It’s time to start. Let’s go.” Your publicist approaches you both, pointing at the direction you’re supposed to go to.

“Coming!” You say, giving Timotheé a couple pats on the back before pushing him forward. “Time to work, mister.” He groans in response, but walks ahead of you nonetheless.

Once you’re both seated and ready, the people behind the cameras start giving you instructions on what to do. It's not really hard to keep up, and since you've both watched previous interviews of this type you already know what you're in for.

“So I say my name, she says her name, and then it’s one word each and we finish together.” Timotheé asks for clarification one last time. The producers nod and you give them a thumbs up.

“And… go.”

“Hey, I’m Timotheé Chalamet.”

“And I’m [Y/N]. And this is the—”

“Wired—”

“Autocomplete—”

“Interview.” You both finish in unison.

Chapter 8: The Interview

Namjoon smiles fondly at Jungkook, who is sleepily eating his breakfast with his eyes half open and his hair sticking up everywhere. He'd spent the most part of the previous night sulking, because he has to wait until Sunday to be able to sit down to watch your new movie without interruptions. Thankfully, once they all promised to join him in a movie night he became excited once again. Seeing him sad makes everyone else immediately sad as well; he always does his best to cheer them up and make them laugh, so it’s their job to do the same for him whenever they can.

Jungkook’s phone vibrates and he casually looks at the screen, seeing that a new interview you did has been uploaded. He’s familiar with this type, it’s the one where people answer things based on Google searches. He grabs his phone and gets ready to start watching it, that is until he sees the thumbnail and chokes on his food.

“Jungkook! Are you okay?” Namjoon asks worriedly, leaving his mug on the table and walking up to him. Jungkook nods, drinking milk to unclog his throat.

“Look, Hyung.” He rasps, handing him his phone. Namjoon grabs it from his hand and it takes him a moment to process what he’s seeing.

It’s a video of you, that’s unsurprising.

[Y/N] & Timotheé Chalamet Answer the Web’s Most Searched Questions | WIRED

It’s not until he takes notice of the Google search bar on the thumbnail that he realizes what made Jungkook react like that.

Did [Y/N] Did [Y/N] get married Did [Y/N] work in Criminal Minds When did [Y/N] meet BTS

Apparently, Namjoon takes too long staring at the phone because Jungkook snatches it from his hands and immediately presses play.

“What happened?” Jimin asks, walking into the room already dressed.

“Jungkook lost it because [Y/N] talked about us in a new interview, apparently.” Namjoon responds, shrugging his shoulders. He can hear you introducing yourself in the video.

Jimin’s mouth forms an “o” shape and he places himself behind Jungkook to watch the video as well, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“What did she say?” He asks the youngest, noticing Timotheé is the one answering questions about himself right now.

“I haven’t gotten to that part yet.” Jungkook answers, trying with all his might to not fast forward the video until your part begins. It’s a 15 minutes long video, and something tells him they will have left that question for the final part.

The questions you answer about yourself are mostly things Jungkook already knows but you're elaborating on, or other new little details about your life.

He checks to see how much is left of the video during Timotheé’s turn, and it’s not much. He’s sure after this come the last Google searches for you, and his heart starts beating a little faster.

“Okay, did [Y/N]…” You say, grabbing the board and placing it over your lap. “Did [Y/N] go to college?”  You say, ripping off the white paper.

“She did!”  Timotheé responds first, seemingly excited. 

“What are you guys doing?” Hoseok asks, entering the kitchen, but both Jungkook and Jimin shush him at the same time.

“That's true.”  You say in the video. “NYU, baby! I majored in Film and Television. Okay, next one.”

“[Y/N] spoke about us in an interview.” Namjoon explains to him in a whisper, and Hoseok raises his eyebrows in surprise.

“Did [Y/N] get married?”  You read, and Timotheé bursts out laughing next to you.“I honestly don’t know what possessed enough people to ask this so it is one of the most searched things but no, I did not get married.”  The video cuts to the next question, and Jungkook’s nervousness increases by the second.

“Did [Y/N] work in Criminal Minds?”  You say. “I did not. I did, however, work in another famous crime show you might have heard of called CSI. I played a girl who was into BDSM and got arrested for murdering her boyfriend. Spoiler alert: She didn't do it. But if you want to know who did, just watch the episode.”

“What?!”  Timotheé exclaims, looking honestly shocked. “You were on CSI?” You stare at him, looking very offended.

“How do you not know this?! It was my first role ever!”  You cry out.

“Do you know what my first role ever was?”  Timotheé retorts, staring at you. You look away and stare at nothing for a couple seconds, and Jungkook can’t help but laugh at your reaction. He hears Jimin snickering as well.

“Let's move on to the next question.” You say, making Timotheé laugh again.

You pull the white paper covering it, and there it is.

“When did [Y/N] meet BTS?”

“You met BTS? What else do I not know about you?” Timotheé says before you can respond.

“Okay, here’s the thing. I did not meet BTS, but there is a whole story behind why people thought I did.”

“Please share it.”  Timotheé urges you, crossing his arms with a smile.

“You know, this actually happened while we were filming.”  You tell him, and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “So, what happened was that someone uploaded some of the extras of one of my movies to YouTube, and they just named the video [Y/N] BTS. They meant it like [Y/N] Behind the Scenes, but some people thought it meant it was a video of me with, you know, the group BTS and then someone made a joke about it and that tweet went viral. I remember we were getting our makeup done and my friend texted me, and she sent me like screenshots of this tweet with thousands of likes. I thought it was very funny that it was all a huge misunderstanding, honestly.”

For some reason, Jungkook hadn’t considered the fact that you could also know what had happened with the video. It’s like he assumed you might have heard about it, but he didn’t think you’d know the details about it or that you cared about it enough to know.

“So you haven’t met BTS?”

“Tragically, I haven’t.”  You respond, and Jungkook gasps. Does that mean you’d like to meet them? “I wish I had, but alas, here we are.”

The video continues a little bit longer, but Jungkook is rooted to the spot even after it ends. When he finally looks up, he sees Namjoon and Hoseok trying to hold back smiles.

“Did she say…” He manages to croak out, throat dry.

“That she wants to meet you? Yeah.” Namjoon teases, sharing a look with Hoseok.

“She said she wants to meet all of us!” Jimin objects, standing up straight and looking slightly offended. “Not just Jungkook, she said BTS.” He emphasizes the last word, making it clear that he’s also included in the group of people you want to meet.

“Who wants to meet us?” Yoongi asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he enters the kitchen, with Taehyung and Jin right behind him.

“[Y/N]!” Jungkook exclaims, playing the video for the three of them, from the moment you start replying to the question about BTS.

“Well, I doubt we’ll meet her.” Yoongi says absent-mindedly once you’re done talking. Namjoon gives him a disbelieving look, and Yoongi quickly amends what he said. “For now, I mean. We have a lot of things to do here and we won’t be visiting America for a while. But I’m sure it’ll happen soon.” Jungkook smiles at him, but Yoongi knows he’s not as excited as he was a moment ago and he feels really guilty for taking that away from him.

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” Jin says suddenly, leaving the room.

“Is there something wrong with him?” Jungkook asks the rest, his shoulders falling down. “He acts weird when I show him stuff of her.”

“I have no clue.” Hoseok responds, while the others shrug their shoulders. 

Except for Namjoon.

He confirmed that Jin's weird behavior appeared every single time Jungkook did so much as mention your name a couple weeks ago, and he's been waiting for him to come clean to them and tell them what's happening on his terms, but he can't give him more time. Jungkook already noticed and it seems like it has started making him upset, which will throw off their entire dynamic even more than Jin acting off already has been doing.

While the others eat their breakfast and Jungkook calls his mom to tell her that you mentioned him in an interview, Namjoon patiently waits for Jin to be done with his shower, so he can get him alone and finally confront him about what's been going on with him.

Once Jin enters his room, Namjoon follows right after, closing the door behind him.

"What's going on with you?" He asks in a low voice, walking up to Jin. "Why are you acting like this?"

"What are you talking about?" Jin asks, pretending to be confused. If it weren't for the fact that Namjoon knows him so well and that he knows for a fact that something is wrong, he wouldn't be able to tell that he's faking it. 

"You have a problem with Jungkook liking [Y/N]. You're making it more and more obvious every day. It's making him upset." Namjoon gets straight to the point, because he has no idea how much time he has until someone comes in and interrupts them, and if that happens he knows Jin will get out of the conversation.

Jin is good at hiding his emotions, but not good enough to hide the flash of nervousness on his face when Namjoon says that.

"That's not—"

"I knew it." Namjoon interrupts him. "But why? We've never even met her, why don't you like her?"

"It's not that I don't like her—"

"Then what is it? Because it's obviously something, and that something is making Jungkook sad because you know how much he loves sharing what he likes with us. You have to tell us what's the problem because—" 

"I used to masturbate to her!" Jin whisper-screams, his ears immediately turning red. In any other circumstances, Namjoon's current face would be hilarious, but right now it only serves as a reminder to Jin that he actually is as dirty and gross as he's been feeling all this time.

"You—  I— When—" Namjoon stammers, completely at a loss for words.

Jin's shoulders fall and he sits down on his bed, holding his head on his hands.

"I know it's horrible, you don't have to tell me."

Namjoon scratches the back of his neck and walks up to the bed, sitting down next to Jin. He places a hand on his back and gives him a few pats, trying to comfort him as much as he can considering how shocked he currently is. Out of all the reasons he had imagined that were the cause of Jin's behavior, that he felt ashamed for jerking off to you was definitely not one of them.

"When did you... you know..." Namjoon pries, and Jin groans before burying his face between his knees. His ears are darker than Namjoon has ever seen them.

"Years ago. It was her CSI episode. I didn't even know she was a famous actress now."

Namjoon does the math quickly in his head, because if he remembers correctly what Jungkook said and what he managed to hear in the interview he was just watching, CSI was your first job, back in 2013.

That's a long time ago.

"Jin-Hyung..." He says, but all he gets in response is another embarrassed groan. "Okay, look at me." No movement. "Hyung, come on."

"I know it's gross." Jin says, lifting his head up and looking mortified. "And now Jungkook is obsessed with her and what if we actually do meet her one day?"

"Hyung... This happened years ago."

"And?"

"And we've all done stuff like that! I have! Everyone has!"

Before Jin can say anything, Yoongi enters the room, but he quickly closes the door behind him when he sees the state Jin is in.

"What's going on?" He asks, walking up to them and sitting on a chair. "Are you okay?"

"I can't say it again." Jin groans, burying his head on his hands once again. "You tell him." Namjoon sighs, but does as told.

"He used to jerk off to [Y/N]'s episode of CSI." Yoongi snorts, but quickly covers his mouth when Namjoon glares at him.

"I'm sorry. So that's what got you acting so weird? Jin-Hyung, come on. It's not that bad." Yoongi says, squeezing Jin's shoulder. 

"You know it's only a matter of time before we meet her, right? What am I supposed to do then?" Jin says, looking at him with an embarrassed frown.

"Okay." Yoongi says, rolling his eyes. "I've met several people I used to masturbate to. It happens. I don't do it anymore, and that's fine. Besides, what makes you think she hasn't done it as well? She's famous and she's American. Everyone masturbates to American actors."

"I'm not sure you're helping." Namjoon says, shaking his head.

"Whatever. Pull yourself together, because you'll hurt Jungkook if you don't." Yoongi says, squeezing Jin's shoulder one last time before getting up and leaving the room.

"He's right, you know." Namjoon says once he's gone. "It's really not that bad, Hyung, I promise."

Even though years of repressed shame are hard to deal with and Jin will definitely need more time to fully process what he's been told, let alone accept it— something about having shared this with Yoongi and Namjoon makes the constant pressure he'd been feeling on his chest a lot lighter.

Maybe they are right, and maybe it's not that bad.

Jin can only hope that if— or when— they do meet you, that moment comes later rather than sooner.

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Heat Rises (Todoroki X OC)

Chapter 3

All credit for the artwork goes to the original owner

Word Count: 5,188

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2

•••

I walked to U.A. at a brisk pace in the lightly chilled morning air. I got held up at home with an early phone call from Ryukyu. She updated me on my mother’s situation and in return I gave her my weekly report. I didn’t tell her about Aizawa, knowing that the entire protection team assigned to me would throw a fit if they found out I had told him about my identity. Staying updated on my mother’s case was important to me but I couldn’t help wishing they wouldn’t call me right before school. I didn’t like the idea of running late to class so soon in the year. Due to my brisk pace and occupied thoughts I didn’t notice the media crowd at U.A.’s front gate until I was about fifty feet away from it. Easily close enough to be caught clearly on their cameras. My body stilled without my consent as I watched the crowd of reporters interrogate every student they got ahold of. I couldn’t risk getting any closer to them and getting caught by their cameras. Even if I refused to talk to them, any clear shot of me meant an immediate relocation and identity change.

“If you don’t move it you’re gonna be late.” A voice growled behind me. I turned quickly, afraid that the voice behind me belonged to a straggling reporter. To my surprise I found myself under the crimson glare of my explosive blonde classmate.

“Bakugou?! Don’t sneak up on me like that, I thought you were one of those reporters.” I exclaimed letting out a sigh of relief.

“As if! Just get moving or get out of my way you damn brat.” Bakugou scoffed in confused annoyance shoving past me and towards the school entrance.

“No wait!” I called grabbing his jacket sleeve to hold him in place. His glare was instantaneous making me let go of his sleeve sheepishly.

“I-I need your help.” I stuttered.

•••

“This is so stupid!” Bakugou growled out a faint blush dusting his cheeks. I adjusted his school jacket over my head and shoulders making sure my face wasn’t visible.

“C’mon Bakugou, it’s not like I’m giving you much of a choice. And besides if you do me this favor then I’ll owe you one.” I tutted elbowing the blonde. He stood pouting for a moment before roughly throwing his arm over my shoulder.

“Whatever brat, just remember we’re not friends! Got it!?” He muttered yanking me to his side as we walked towards the school gates and the crowd of reporters.

“Of course not, where would I get an idea like that?” I scoffed sarcastically, grinning when an irk mark formed on his temple. As soon as we got within ten feet of the school entrance the reporters flooded around us.

“Are you students of All Might’s?”

“What’s he like as a teacher?”

“Why is your companion covering their face?”

“What is your relationship to All Might?”

“Are you hiding this person’s identity?”

“Wait aren’t you the kid from that incident with the sludge villain?” Bakugou and I had almost made it all the way through the gates when his steps halted.

“Wha- no! We’re almost there. What the hell Bakugou!?” I ground out hurriedly.

“Walk away,” Bakugou growled out his voice taking on a tone that screamed DANGER! My skin was prickling from the heat emanating off of Bakugou’s arm that was slung around my shoulder.

“Bakugou.” I peeked at the figure the voice came from. I was only able to see up to his waist while keeping my face covered but I recognized our home room teacher. “Both of you get inside, I won’t tolerate you being late.” Aizawa droned not even commenting on the fact I was hiding under a jacket. That got Bakugou moving again, back to his brisk stomping pace. Once we were out of view from any reporters he proceeded to rip his jacket away from me.

“You owe me you damn brat.” He growled walking away while I took a moment to smooth out my hair. I had ended up putting it in pigtails today so it was only a couple seconds before I followed his footsteps down the hall. I reached the class just as Bakugou slammed the door shut behind him. Opening it quietly I slipped in unnoticed because of the heightened conversations of everyone talking about the media crowd outside. I slid into my seat listening to my peers. The reactions varied from nonchalant to prideful. I successfully stayed out of the various conversations until Aizawa walked in and class finally started, making everyone cease their conversations.

“Decent work on yesterday’s combat training you guys. I saw the video feeds and went over each of your teams results. Bakugou, you’re talented, so don’t sulk like a child about your loss, ok?” Aizawa announced addressing the explosive blonde. I heard Bakugou mumble something back but couldn’t figure out what it was when the attention was turned to me. “Ruine sane goes to you. You’ve got skill but your stubbornness is holding you back.” I nodded acknowledging his words without replying to them. “And Midoriya, I see the only way you won the match was by messing up your arm again. Work harder. And don’t give me the excuse that you don’t have control over your quirk. That line’s already getting old...” Aizawa continued to scold Midoriya but I tuned out watching the green haired boy squirm in his seat. I tuned back in to Aizawa when he turned to face the entire class again.

“Let’s get down to business. Your first task will decide your future.” I watched everyone in front of me tense up. Seriously Aizawa, dramatic much? “You all need to pick a class representative.” I nearly laughed as I watched Kirishima melt in relief in front of me. My amusement only lasted for a moment before chaos broke loose in the classroom.

“Pick me guys I wanna he class rep!” Kirishima announced starting the argument. Kaminari was next and before I knew it, almost every student was on their feet in an attempt to gain the classes attention. I chose not to even bother, sitting back in my chair and watching the show in mild discomfort.

“I take it your not interested?” I was surprised to here the monotone voice through all the banter and turned to face Todoroki.

“Not particularly, no. Can I assume the same about you?” Todoroki has always been quiet, so I was quick to answer his rare question.

“While I’m not against the position, I have no need for it either.” I nodded at his vague response before a single voice broke out above the rest.

“Silence, everyone please!” Oddly enough the entire class listened turning their focus to Ilda. “The class representative’s duty is to lead others. That’s not something just anyone can do. You must first have the trust of every student in the classroom. Therefor the most logical way to fill this position is democratically. We will hold an election to choose our leader.” Ilda‘s tone was firm.

“Is this really the best idea?” I found myself agreeing with Kaminari. All of us had only known each other for a few days.

“Everyone will just vote for themselves.” Kirishima added quickly getting cut off by Ilda.

“That means whoever does receive multiple votes must truly be the most suitable person for the job. It’s the best way right sir?” Ilda was now bringing Aizawa into the middle of everything.

“Do what you want, just decide before my naps over.” Aizawa then zipped up his yellow sleeping bag and fell onto the floor in the front of the classroom.

“Thank you for your trust!” Ilda called turning back to face my classmates and I. “Now everybody should grab out a piece of paper to write their vote on, we will then compile them all and count them out so it remains anonymous.”

“If you want a fair anonymous vote shouldn’t you have a third party to count them out?” To everyone’s surprise it was Todoroki who cut off Ilda.

“That is a valid point, we will have Mr. Aizawa tally the votes then.” This time it was my turn to interrupt.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. If the first round of votes is inconclusive or their isn’t a clear winner you’ll only end up annoying him.” I rebutted quickly shooting down Ilda’s plan.

“In that case, is there anyone willing to volunteer not to run?” Ilda was getting desperate looking around the room several times.

“Ruine can do it. She’s not interested in being class representative anyway.” Todoroki stated turning the entire classes focus to me, along with some appalled looks. And in turn I sent the same look to Todoroki. I didn’t think he would have thrown me to the wolves like that.

“It’s settled then, everyone cast your votes and then give them to Ruine.” I sighed only able to sit back as a total of 19 slips of folded paper were placed on my desk. I counted them up quickly before going to the front of the class and writing the results on the chalkboard. When I was done I immediately returned to my desk knowing at least one student wouldn’t be happy with the results and not wanting to be caught in the crosshairs. The. I watched chaos unfold all over again, but this time it was a bit calmer.

“Alright the class rep is Midoriya, and our deputy is Yaoyorozu.” Aizawa started finally getting up from his nap but staying in his sleeping bag.

Midoriya was actually trembling. “R-really, it’s not a mistake?” Meanwhile Yaoyorozu seemed put off.

“I can get behind Midoriya I guess.” Kirishima said in front of me.

“Yaoyorozu was totally on top of it when it came to our training results.” Kaminari added. Aizawa was quick to dismiss us to lunch before anything else could be said on the matter. I walked to the school cafeteria along with Kirishima and Kaminari before splitting up into a different lunch line after agreeing to meet them at the same table we occupied yesterday.

“Ruine.” At this point I was utterly surprised and pleased that Todoroki had approached me more than once in one day.

“Todoroki, what can I do for you?” I replied grabbing a bowl of steaming ramen from the lunch line. Todoroki followed behind me grabbing a bowl of soba noodles before we both walked toward the checkout.

“I want to apologize for volunteering you earlier. It wasn’t my place and…”

“Todoroki.” I cut him off looking back at him. “You don’t need to apologize for something like that, it’s no big deal.” I told him swiping my student I.D. And paying for the bowl of ramen.

“Still it was out of line…”

I cut him off again. “Do you have any friends Todoroki?” It was quiet for a moment and I glanced back at him wondering if I pushed him to far. But he was still there paying for his own lunch and keeping in step with me.

“Friends?” He said the word quietly, like it was foreign to him.

“Yeah, friends. You know people you want to be around.” I explained like I would to a child.

“I know what they are.” He retorted seeming to get a bit frustrated with the conversation.

“Then why does it seem like you’ve never had one?” I wanted to take the words back right after I said them.it was to far, even for me. And I wasn’t sure how he would react.

“I’m not here to make friends.” I watched him carefully, recognizing the dead tone in his voice coupled with his fleeting gaze. He had the same look during the practical part of the recommendation exams.

“Maybe not, that’s your choice. But the way i see it, it wouldn’t hurt to be open to the possibility. It never hurts to have someone in your corner.” I watched him closely for any sign of discomfort. Todoroki kind of reminded me of a stray. He was overly cautious and distrustful towards others. And getting him to open up even the slightest bit would be near impossible. Todoroki didn’t respond but continued to stay in step with me as I caught sight of Kirishima and Kaminari.

“If you ever find yourself needing someone like that, I’ll be there.” I told him quietly before parting ways and joining the rambunctious table of my classmates.

“Hey boys, any room for one more?” I grinned standing next to the table. Everyone I sat with the day before was there with the addition of Bakugou who seemed to be angry over something as he glared at Kaminari.

“Rue! Right here, I saved you a spot.” I began walking to sit next to Kirishima when Sato spoke up.

“I saved you a cookie,” he blurted. I looked from Kirishima to Sato before giving Kirishima my best try at a sorry expression.

“Rue? I thought we were besties?” I could tell Kirishima was only joking and played along.

“We are Kiri but… cookies,” I whined before grinning and rushing to take the open spot between Sato and Bakugou.

“That hurts Rue…replaced by a cookie,”

“It’s chocolate chip, it was inevitable.” I laughed quickly snatching the sugary treat from Sato‘s lunch tray.

Our playful banter was cut off by Bakugou’s devious look. “Hand it over brat.” He demanded eyeing the cookie I was about to shove in my mouth.

“Not a chance explosion boy, get your own.” I deadpanned not dropping his gaze.

“You owe me!”

“A favor, not my food. Try again.” I quipped making the blonde seethe and try snatching the delectable treat from my hand. Seeing his attempt on my cookie I employed my original plan and quickly shoved the entire thing in my mouth. Bakugou was halted in his tracks and I was munching away happily as the rest of our table looked on in anticipation.

“The hell you damn brat!” Bakugou yelled, small explosions going off on his palms. I finished munching on the cookie and sent him a smug grin.

“I told you, you weren’t getting my cookie and I meant it. Since I owe you a favor you have one free pass to anything but my food. If you had sat with us yesterday you would understand that crucial exception. In fact ask Kirishima,” I said waving a hand at the read head peacefully eating his lunch. “I’m sure he’d love to relive what happened when he tried to get between me and food.” I ended loving how easily I could wind up the blonde.

“Why you—!” A loud ring halted all conversation in the cafeteria.

“Warning! Level Three Security Breach. All students please evacuate in an orderly fashion. Warning! Level Three Security Bre—“

“Anyone know what a level three security breach is?” I yelled above the loudspeaker looking at my classmates around my table.

“No clue but it can’t be good!” Kaminari answered as everyone got up to evacuate like the announcement instructed. The boys took off towards the closest door, just like everyone else in the cafeteria causing a large mob like hallway that I had no intention of joining. Sadly my participation didn’t seem to be up to me as I was shoved forward by several other students until I ended up in the hallway pressed against the windows. There was more shoving and some boy nearly fell over before stabilizing himself by shoving me towards the ground.

“Hey watch it!” I yelled, but the boy didn’t seem to notice quickly occupying where I had just been in panic and stepping on my ankle in the process. I yelped as it twisted quickly using my free foot and my quirk to push him off of me. Using the wall I began to lift myself back to my feet before two arms wound under mine pulling me back up. When I was on my feet again I looked up into a pair of heterochromatic eyes.

“…Todoroki?” I hadn’t meant to say it out loud but it caught his attention as he began dragging me back out of the suffocating crowd of students.

“I saw you get pulled down…thought you might want a friend.” He said the second part softly enough that I barely caught it, but I did nonetheless.

“Yeah I did.” I smiled softly and we finally made it out of the mob of students.

“Are you ok?” I looked down at my ankle at his question. It was red and a bit swollen meaning it would most likely bruise later but it didn’t hurt very much when I put all my weight on it.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” I answered him rolling my foot around a little. “Just some bumps and bruises.” I added with a soft smile. We were both quiet after that and ended up walking back to class together when the security breach was revealed to just be the press. We were the first ones back since we had escaped the mob of students and silently took our seats. I wanted to talk to him more now that we were friends but also didn’t want to push him. So I sat quietly waiting for our classmates to come back. It took a little while but everyone made it back with nothing more than a bit of disheveled clothing. Midoriya and Yaoyorozu stepped to the front of the class as soon as everyone was settled.

“It’s time class rep, let’s begin.” Yaoyorozu looked cool and comfortable, class rep Midoriya on the other hand…

“Um. Ok. So we need to figure out who the other class officers will be.” He was a sweaty stuttering mess. “But first, there’s something I wanna say.…. I’ve thought a lot about this, and I think that Tenya Ilda should be our class rep.” I found it interesting how much Midoriya’s demeanor changed as he spoke. “He was able to capture everyone’s attention and get us in line. So I believe that he should be the one leading our class from now on.” Everyone was silently surprised for a moment before Kirishima broke the silence once again.

“Yeah, you know what. If Midoriya vouches for him I’m good. Plus he was a big help, he totally manned up and took charge right?”

“Yup, oh and did you notice he totally looked like the dude on the emergency exit signs when he was on the wall earlier.” Kaminari added while chuckling.

“This is a waste of time. I don’t care who the rep is, just hurry up.” Aizawa butted in.

“If Midoriya is nominating me for this job, then I humbly accept. I pledge to carry out the duties of class rep to the best of my abilities!” Ilda announced standing from his seat. I turned my gaze to Yaoyorozu who looked almost dejected. Probably because she wanted the job, and rightfully it should have been hers. Midoriya and Yaoyorozu went back to their seats and Aizawa got up to take their place.

“Today’s training will be a little different. You’ll have three instructors, Me, All Might, and another faculty member will be keeping tabs on you.” Aizawa announced.

“Sir!” Sero yelled holding his hand up. “What kind of training is this?” I was curious too, wondering what exercise would call for three instructors.

“Rescue,” Aizawa stated holding up an index card with the word written on it. “You’ll be dealing with natural disasters, shipwrecks, stuff like that.” He clarified. The class erupted in chatter at the exciting news.

Kirishima turned to the side so he was addressing both Kaminari and me. “Real hero stuff, this is what separates the men from the boys.” He grinned looking between the two of us.

“Why do you have such a fixation for manly men Kiri, honestly, if it keeps up I won’t be able to stop from assuming...”

“Rue!” Kirishima yelled in a flustered attempt to shut me up.

“Just teasing Kiri, honestly.” I snickered.

“Guys I’m not finished yet,” all chatter ceased once again at Aizawa’s voice. “What you wear in this exercise is up to you. I know you’re excited about costumes, but keep in mind that you haven’t gotten used to them yet. They might limit your abilities. This special training is at an off campus facility so we’ll be taking a bus to get there. That’s all, start getting ready.” Aizawa finished stepping out of the classroom to wait for us at the bus. Kirishima took off with Kaminari yelling a “see you out there” over his shoulder at me. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics and got up heading to the locker rooms myself to change into my costume. All of the girls had decided to wear costumes during the exercise so we all changed together before meeting the rest of the class at the bus. I left my hair in pigtails figuring it was still out of my way. It looked like Midoriya was the only one who didn’t wear his costume, understandable since it was pretty much destroyed from combat training. I silently took a seat on the the bench next to Todoroki noticing he had left his red hair uncovered this time. He noticed me sitting by him instantly giving a slight nod in my direction. I sent him a soft smile back as a loud bell rung out calling for our attention.

“Gather around class 1-A. Using your student numbers form two neat lines so we can load the bus efficiently!” He commanded continuing to blow the whistle and make hand movements.

“He might be taking this class rep thing a little overboard.” I sighed getting up to do as he said.

“I agree.” Todoroki said smoothly getting up and falling in step with me. We both got into our separate lines with the other students and Todoroki’s line boarded first. My line boarded next surprised to see the bus actually had an open floor plan and everyone was sitting where they wanted. I saw Todoroki by himself in one of the back rows.

“Room for a friend?” I asked cheekily standing next to the open seat. He showed the smallest smile nodding, and I sat down next to him. “Well good, cause I was gonna sit here either way.” I teased curling my legs up and reclining on the cushioned seat. I closed my eyes waiting for the rest of my classmates to find a seat before the bus began moving.

“Can I ask you a question Ruine?” Todoroki’s voice made me open my eyes to face him.

“You just did, but sure. Although I have to warn you, depending on what it is I might not answer.” I watched Todoroki’s expression as my warning made him pause.

“Who put in your recommendation?” Of all the questions I wasn’t expecting that one, but I quirked up the corners of my lips in a small grin.

“It was the dragoon hero Ryukyu. We’ve known each other for a while and she insisted.” I answered. It was true, although I had only known Ryukyu for about a year and a half. Todoroki seemed to be processing the information and I decided to ask him the same question.

“Who recommended you Todoroki?” For some reason I wanted to take the question back right after I asked it. Todoroki’s usually monotone expression had morphed into a grimace, like the question caused him pain or anger. There was a palpable tension around him.

“Todoroki you don’t have to answer that. I didn’t mean to upset you.” I apologized quietly hoping to undo whatever it was I had done to upset him. To my dismay he only turned away from me closing his eyes, and laying his head back on the seat. I let out a quiet sigh and went back to laying back myself closing my eyes to. Hopefully he would let me know when he was comfortable with me again. I hadn’t wanted to drive him away so soon.

The bus ride was smooth despite everyone chatting and the rant Bakugou let loose in the row in front of me. It was only about a ten minute ride before Aizawa was instructing us to get off the bus. The people in the front got off first, and I stood when it was my turn quickly exiting the bus with Todoroki behind me.

“Alright everyone gather around.” Aizawa’s voice rang out. Everyone in class did as he said gathering around the teacher at the entrance to a large dome, and it didn’t slip my notice that Todoroki moved as far away from me as possible. I decided to just let him be and stood with Kirishima and Bakugou. The door to the dome opened revealing our other instructor for the day.

“Hello everyone, I’ve been waiting for you.” Midoriya was the first of us to identify him.

“It’s the space hero Thirteen. The chivalrous pro who’s rescued a ton of people from disasters across the world!” I tuned out my classmates excited comments and waited for one of the teachers to start talking again.

“I can’t wait to show you what’s inside.” Thirteen commented turning to lead us into the door he just came out of.

“This is gonna be awesome!” Kirishima exclaimed next to me. I nodded in agreement, my own excitement starting to emerge. Once we were all in the building Aizawa closed the front door and everyone continued into the building to look around in awe. I joined them, my excitement getting the best of me at all the different areas inside the dome. It was filled with all different terrains and disasters from what looked like a fire zone, to a small city that looked like a land slide. “Holy crap, this looks like some kind of amusement park!” Kirishima voiced my thought before I could get a word out.

“A shipwreck zone, a landslide, a fire, a wind storm, etcetera. I created this training facility to prepare you to deal with different types of disasters. I call it the Unforseen Simulation Joint, but you can call it USJ.” The immense amount of pride in Thirteen’s voice had me grinning like a giddy schoolgirl.

This was gonna be so much fun.

“Hey, shouldn’t All Might be here already? Let me guess he booked an interview instead.” Aizawa’s exasperated tone broke me out of my excited trance quickly as I put my attention back on him.

We haven’t talked since after the quirk test.

“Actually it’s something else.” Thirteens vagueness caught my attention making me listen closely while most of the class was still having conversations. “Apparently he did to much hero work on his way to school this morning, and used up all his power.” For some reason Thirteen held up three fingers to Aizawa when he said this. “He’s resting in the teachers lounge.”

What Aizawa said next almost made me chuckle at his obvious disinterest. “That man is the height of irresponsibility.” He paused turning back to face the class. “The clocks ticking, we should get started.” He moved off to the side giving the proverbial stage to Thirteen.

“Excellent, before we get started let me just say one thing. Well maybe two things…possibly three, four, or five.”

“We get it.”

“Listen carefully, I’m sure that you’re aware that I have a powerful quirk. It’s called black hole. I can use it to suck up anything and turn it into dust.” Thirteen began explaining when Midoriya jumped in.

“Yeah you’ve used black hole to save people from all kinds of disasters haven’t you?”

“That’s true, but my quirk could also very easily be used to kill.” Thirteens statement made me pause, it struck a chord. “Some of you also have powers that can be dangerous. In our superhuman society, all quirks are certified and stringently regulated. So we often overlook how unsafe they can actually be.” Not all of us. “Please don’t forget that if you lose focus or make the wrong move, your powers can be deadly. Even if you’re trying to do something virtuous like rescue someone.” I looked down at my feet not knowing how to feel about the information. These were things I was already aware of. What I wasn’t aware of was Aizawa’s analyzing gaze on me, noticing every move. “Thanks to Aizawa’s fitness tests, you have a solid idea of your quirks potential. And because of All Might’s combat training, you’ve likely experienced how dangerous you’re powers can be when used against other people. Carry those lessons over to this class. Today you’re going to learn how to use your quirks to save people’s lives. You won’t be using your powers to attack enemies or each other, only to help. After all, that’s what being a hero is all about. Ensuring the safety of others. That’s all I have to say, thank you so much for listening.” Thirteen ended his speech with a small bow making everyone burst out in cheers. I looked up from my feet and saw Aizawa’s questioning gaze focused on me before he looked away focusing back on the entire class.

“Right, now that that’s over…” he didn’t get a chance to finish as the lights around the dome flickered with an electric current making everything stutter. An unpleasant shiver ran through my body heightening my awareness and making me anxious.

“Aizawa…” I knew he didn’t hear me since I barely heard myself speak. The feeling of danger growing quickly. My eyes flickered around me looking for the source until everyone’s attention was taken by the fountain in the middle of the dome. In front of it a swirling shadow appeared quickly growing larger before bursting into a wall of shadows. I looked back to Aizawa quickly taking notice of his stiff posture and connecting the dots.

This is bad.

There was movement in the shadow and the first thing to emerge was a human hand. Quickly followed by a menacing red gaze that made my hands shake in recognition.

“A-Aizawa.” My voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper, the only person who heard was Yaoyorozu who immediately looked down at me with nervous eyes.

“Stay together and don’t move. Thirteen protect the students!” Aizawa’s words seemed muffled to my ears and I could only watch as hoards of people emerged through the purple and black mist behind that menacing red gaze.

Not again. Not now.

“Wait has the training started already? I thought we were rescuing people.” Kirishima’s voice called out. Midoriya moved to take a step forward only to flinch back at Aizawa’s warning.

“Stay back! This is real, those are villains.” Those words brought most of the class to the same tense anxiety I had reached moments ago. I didn’t need to be told who the people down there were. That one familiar red gaze was all I needed to figure out just how much danger we were in. Nobody dared move.