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black-moon-bunny · 2 years ago

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Stargazing. / TFATWS!Bucky x Fem!Agent!Reader

After a lot of untold feelings and a messy discusion, you ended up stargazing outside the safehouse, thinking to yourself how did you ended up catching feelings for Bucky. What you did not know is that inside the safehouse he is thinking the exact same thing.

Warnings: Not really, but there some curse words and a little bit of angst, it is mostly fluff really.

N/A: Sooo...Hi! This is my first lame attempt at writing something. I was writing this in the middle of a class at the University one day that I was especially creative, but like I always do, I didn't finish it. So today I tried my best to give it a proper end. But I don’t know if it worked or not tbh. So, I hope you like it and also, sorry if there’s any mistake English is not my first language so there is maybe a few. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to reblog and leave a comment, maybe this is the beginning of my new era of writing. All of the pictures used I find them on pinterest and then i made the sketch myself with Pixlr.

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Sometimes, being on an outside mission brought to the experience some wonderful things, today was being able to experience a full bright moon and a sky full of stars outside the well-hidden safe house of stark industries. The one that was in the middle of a forest, erased from maps and without any written directions. Only a few people had access to this location, between them were Sam Wilson, the new Captain America, and Sargent James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes. And now, you.

And you loved the view and the forest. Since you were a child you had been in love with the stars, when you first met Tony way back on New York 2012 the first thing that you asked him was how was the space and the stars above, so being there was like going to a planetarium to see the fake sky with the constellations but one hundred million times better. But you were not fully at peace, and it didn't make you as happy as you wanted to be underneath the sky. The mission did not go as planned and that triggered an ugly discussion between you and James.

*—You could have died out there! how many times do I have to tell you; your fucking metal arm doesn't mind shit if they shoot at you! you are not blinded for goodness's sake! —You were at full blown out, that was the fifth time in a row that James was injured, the fifth time in a row that you saw how they shouted at him without being able to do shit because he thought that he was invincible. And you were fucking done with it.

—How many times I have to tell you that I'm fine with this! You don't have to defend me or put yourself at risk for trying to help me, I'm a super soldier or you forgot about that? You have been forgetting everything lately, haven't you? Like putting your god-damned protection suit? You want to yell at me because I took a few shots? Fine, but don't be a fucking hypocrite and tell me to worry about myself when you went out to the field without your suit! maybe if you did, I wouldn't have the need of putting me between you and a fucking bullet!

— It was one fucking time!! It is the fifth time that you have done this shit! don't put the fucking blame on me! —You couldn't keep doing that, you were tired of seeing him getting hurt, because every time that you have seen him getting shot you have felt how the world had stopped, the terrifying sound of his body dropping to the floor and the smell of gunpowder and blood flooding your nostrils. It left you breathless with a scream trapped in your throat unable to get out and a burning sting in your heart. And five times in a row, in less than a year is too much. You were going to go nuts.

—Ok you two cut it out already, we really need to rest and if we are going to be here at least a couple of days to fully recover I don't want this to keep happening so please buck, Y/N, cut it out. —Sam was tired of this too, he was such a sweetheart all the time and always wanted the best to you and to Bucky because you were friends but all of this situation was driving him crazy, because he knew that you both were in the right but he also knew that you were also tired and burned out from the stress of the last missions, so he did not want to be dragged in the middle of the fight. It was time to let you and buck solve your problems on your own. Besides that, he wanted peace for the day, and you two screaming at each other were not going to give him the peace that he needed.

—You know what? I'm done! I do not care if you get shot and died because you don't seem to care about that either, so don't worry about me! ***

That was all, you left the safe house and went out, and there you were, underneath the sky full of stars watching them glistening in the distance, trying your best not to cry out of anger and thinking that this time, things went too far between you and him. You could not understand why it was so hard for him to see that you were dying on the inside every time that he got hurt. You were mad at him, but also you were mad about yourself, because you crossed the line that you should have never crossed. You develop romantic feelings for him, it could had been Sam, he was charming and you and him get along too well but no, you develop romantic feelings toward the snarky, idiotic, sarcastic and anger issued Bucky. Not only because he looked good as hell always, but mainly because he was tender, secretly caring and loving towards Sam and you, he had your back every time something went wrong in your head, and he wiped your tears after your beloved cat died in your arms due to his advanced age. And on the outside, he was all rough and serious, seeing him upset sometimes stirred up your heart and made you wonder if in bed he was like that, rough and commanding. But all those thoughts didn't matter now, you needed to keep it professional, and he clearly doesn't want you near after the fight.

What you did not know was that inside the house Sam and Bucky were talking about you while making some coffee.

—I know, she crossed the line by saying that but dude, she was scared as fuck. You behave like you're fucking immortal buck, and I get it you are a super soldier and shit but that doesn't mean that you are immortal, ok?

—She was being irresponsible! She was without her suit, and you know that between the two of us she is the one that is going to be worse if shot. She was right I don't care if I die at this point but if something happens to her I'm...I'm not going to be able to forgive myself, she is wonderful and I know that she works very hard and that she has the skills but when I see someone aiming a gun at him I lose it every fucking time...protection suit or not just seen her in danger makes my blood boil. She does not deserve anything of this, I know that she is skilled, but she doesn't deserve to live like this, getting at risk everyday...

—So, dude you really like her —Sam knew that it was wrong to laugh at the topic, but Bucky was there fully confessing that he does not care at all for him but if something happens to her the story changes. He knew about Bucky feelings, maybe he knew even before Bucky realized that he was feeling a lot more than friendship towards her.

—What? Don't say that...she is just nice and I ...ah...you are going to mess with me for this all day, aren't you? ...Yeah, Sam, I like her, but that doesn't mean that she likes me ok? and I don't want to make things weird between us...plus she must be angry as fuck with me.

—You should tell her. Drop the fucking act and tell her, what is the worst that can happen?

The thing here was simple, he knew that you felt the same. But he was not going to get involved in this whole mess. There was no need for him to get involved in your business, sadly for him, how could he not be involved? You first talked about the issue with him, right after your birthday, right after discovering these new feelings.

"***—Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! —Sam was singing off tone because he was with a little bit of a sore throat, but he was trying his best, while Bucky was signing very low but keeping his eyes on you all the time. You were in the middle of an abandoned mansion where the three of you were hiding, with a little cupcake with a candle on top because Sam made a huge scandal about you not celebrating your birthday. Even when they were all dirty and tired, they sung happy birthday to you, with the candlelight up shining in the middle of the night, reflecting its warm yellow and orange flame in the icy blue of Bucky's eyes

—Happy birthday dear doll...happy birthday to you.... —And then you saw it, the glow reflecting in his eyes, his plump lips a little bit chapped but tempting, the way that his tongue darted out to lick his lower lip when he notices that you were looking at them, the way that his smell can penetrate your nostrils, the proximity between your bodies —Make a wish...

—Not that one you dirty girl! —Sam joked, and you laugh before taking a minute to think, and then it completely hit you, you wanted Bucky, being with Bucky, kiss Bucky, hug him feeling him between your legs and worship him like the god he was.

And that made you freak out. Because you were not supposed to like him, you were not supposed to fall for him because he was your teammate and also your friend, that was not supposed to happen and there you were, falling for him. After the birthday, and after the three of you returned to the compound and took some rest, you went up with Sam to tell him everything.

—Sam, I think that I like him...—You sounded guilty, you knew that it was a bad idea falling for the Greek god that you have as partner in missions, he was an asshole and could be mean and an idiot but seeing him like that while he was signing happy birthday. —Please don't say anything, I know that he doesn't feel the same and I don't want to ruin our friendship like that, I know that I'm not his type and I don't want to keep false hopes about all of this nonsense and hurting him or us as a team...I'm going to find a way to deal with this so please, please don't tell him."***

And Samuel Wilson keeps his promises, even when he believes that you are full of bullshit and even when he knew that Bucky felt the same about you, because this was something that both of you need to work out by yourselves and because he is a really nice guy and a really good friend. And now he is being dragged into this whole mess because he keeps his promises.

—I’m sure that she is going to understand, you should try that one, but first...—He grabbed a blanket from the couch and handed it to James— She is going to freeze out there, and you two need to talk, give her this...

—I’m going to make her a cup of coffee...but I'm not going to tell her anything Sam, not gonna happen.

— C'mon man, you should I'm telling you; this whole deal is making you two act weird already, I'm tired. And physically tired too, so I'm heading up to sleep, and screw you guys. —Sam just left him there, waiting for a signal to do something, waiting for a miracle while watching the really expensive Expresso machine that Tony bought for the place make the Vanilla Cappuccino that you loved— I'm going to...she deserves to know, and Sam is right what is the worst that can happen...

While he was making up his mind about the whole business you were still looking at the stars, thinking about how you were going to keep working with him after all these new feelings. You were lost in your thoughts when he approached you

—I know what you are going to say, I know that you are mad at me, and I screwed up too, but you are freezing out here and I made some coffee for you ...

You looked at him and your expression softened, he was so cute when he wanted to be, standing there with the blanket and coffee just for you to not freeze out there. Even when you just had a fight, he still worries about you and tries to make amends without words but actions

—Come here...sit down with me —You patted the ground right next to you while looking him with a shy smile, this all felt so different from the other times that you had been alone, it felt like it felted in your birthday, warm and cozy besides the freezing cold of the forest— Thanks for the coffee...—You took the cup and give it a taste, the warm coffee and vanilla scent flow through your body warming it up on its way down. You looked up at him, standing there doubtful about sitting or not — I'm not mad at you anymore Bucky...come here, you are going to freeze too...

—I’m a super soldier doll, I don't freeze...—He put the blanket around your shoulders and sited right next to you— But you do...I'm sorry doll...I acted like a jerk but, you have to understand that I worry about you too...

—What’s going on with you, apologizing so easily? Where is the "I'm going to fight until I'm right " Barnes that I know? —You joked poking his cheek with your finger— I kinda like him, he is a bit of an asshole but is funny...

—Don't be a tease y/n ...—He tugged a strain of hair behind your ears before it went into the coffee mug — I like you this way, not fighting and putting yourself at risk....

—Now you are being a tease...—You blushed by the proximity, and again all of these butterflies inside your stomach started to go wild— Don't say that if you don't mean it —You were about to tap his cheek again, but he started talking again while looking you right in the eyes.

— I really like you y/n. —He sounded mad serious about it, and you started to crumble beneath the pressure that his statement brings to the ambient — I know that this feels weird...but I mean it, seeing you getting hurt makes me crazy , I know for a fact that you are capable, we train together and I teach you everything that i know but even with that when someone aims a gun at you I lost it, at first I thought that was because you were the closest thing to a friend that I had , well you and Sam...—You looked down at his hands, he has this weird tick of touching his metal arm and tapping it at certain rhythm. And he was doing it now, he looked nervous, and you stopped thinking that he was joking, you felt your heartbeat on your ear and your heart was almost running wild— But is not like that anymore...I think that I’m falling for you.

Your heart was pounding like the motor of Bucky's motorcycle, fast and furious. You did not knew how to answer and kept blinking quietly while staring at him. He noticed that and tried to get up and leave, and almost by instinct you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards you.

There was no need for words, your lips touched and for a small moment you thought that you were going to have a cardiac arrest just by kissing him. He was stunned too at first, but he lost any doubt and put his hand behind your neck pulling you closer to him, it was hesitant at first but slowly it turned into a full deep kiss. It was like the two of you were starving for each other. His hands left your neck and traveled to your face, cupping it between his long fingers and caressing your cheeks. It was magical, it felt warm and dreamy, like it was meant to be. And for him it was.

After what it felt like ages you broke the kiss and looked at him, gasping a bit for air.

—Please…don’t leave like that ever again — He put his hand over yours and slowly traced the lines in your palms, without looking you directly at the eyes before saying in a really soft voice

—I won’t…but I feel like this is part of a dream…and if I look at you I’m going to wake up alone, and you are still going to be mad at me for trying to be a human shield…—He tried to laugh, but you could see how serious he was about this being a dream, and you could not deny that you felt the same. It was too good to be true. It was your birthday wish becoming a reality.

—I feel the same you know? It’s like a wish came true…

—You really wished for this doll? —He seemed a bit unsure of it, he never thought that you feel the same that he felt. For him, it was still hard to believe that someone was ever going to feel those nice feelings towards him. He was a broken man, a tired old soul who was damaged and was not deserving of love.

—It was my birthday wish…You looked so warm and ethereal in the light of the candle, and in that moment I knew that I was fucked up…that I liked you too much to keep it like friends but I did not want to screw up our friendship and…I kept it to myself...I mean, I was sure that I felt something more than friendship at that point but I wanted to be wrong…but that night my heart was screaming your name all over…

—Well…I have been aware of this feeling for you since the time you called me at 3 am bawling your eyes out because your cat passed away…I know that it sounds weird, don’t look me like that —He laughed a bit lightening the mood — But …you trusted me that much, to see you all broken because you lost someone that you loved, so vulnerable and at the same time so strong, trying to keep yourself together and laughing at some of my old jokes in my lame attempt of making you feel better — He touched your cheek caressing it with his thumb and drawing a line to your lips while looking you in the eyes —When you fell asleep in my shoulder after crying a bit more you looked so tired and sad…that night I decided that I wanted nothing more for you that seeing you happy and protect that smile because you had trusted me with it — His hand felt warm, and you were melting in it. His touch made your body dissolve, you felt so gone while listening him speak, the way his blue eyes glistening under the stars, his lips soft and a little bit plump by the kiss, and the words that came out his mouth were making your whole body soft and wobbly— I was sure that I felt something for you before that but that night I realized that I was feeling more than just a pure friendship...

—I don’t know how we are going to make this work buck…and if I’m honest I’m scared as fuck of messing this up and losing you but, want to be with you, I want to be with you when you are scared, when you have nightmares, when you sleep like a baby. I also want to take care of you Bucky…

—Doll…—He lift your chin with his fingers and looked you right in the eyes— There is nothing that I want more in this whole word than you. — And then he kissed you again, slow and softly, filled with love and warmth that went all over your body. His hands were slowly going down your back to your waist, where they stayed and pushed you closer to him. Your hands went above his shoulders and behind his neck, let you hang from it delicately, rocking yourselves slowly at the rhythm of your heartbeats.

—I think we should go inside…its getting colder and, you are really warm and a super soldier and everything, but I’m going to freeze —You grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers with his— And…I want to cuddle with you. —You confessed blushing a little and pulling his hand a bit — So…we can watch a movie? I know that tony had some DVD’s hanging out somewhere in this house so…

—I would love that doll…but, one thing…—He pulled you closer to him from behind and whispered something in your ear — You are sleeping with me tonight.

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xuxitheii · 3 years ago

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Hello once again!

I would like to request a scenario with Ran and Rindou Where we designed their tattoo.Just like how Draken and Mitsuya met if that's alright with you.

no pressure ❣️

uuaaaghhh my first request ueueue (　；∀；) i surprisingly really enjoyed writing this one, it actually vibe with me and just uGh i like it aND THE REQUEST??? YES THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE HONOR OF MAKING MY FIRST STORY THE HAITANI BROTHERS I LOVE YOU ヽ(*´∀`)ﾉ

灰谷

— “oh? are you two lost?”

who knows that running away from the law enforcements could result in a fated meeting?

the ‘clang’ that the can made as it hit the ground was the loudest sound that has been made by the boy in maybe, the past couple hours — besides the occasional soft hummings that left his lips. his focused eyes never left the canvas before him (it was actually an empty alley wall, but anything can be a canvas for an artist, no?) his hands haven't stopped moving ever since he found this alley to start his newest work yet, and the occasional shake to the spray can might be the only company the silence will get.

pchit pchit

more black decorated the white concrete. the design slowly comes together, just like the sketch that he has made, now laying forgotten on the ground beside him. it was mesmerizing in a way, how the boy has never once lost his focus as he worked on yet another masterpiece. he could be a painting himself, his appearance is captivating on its own.

it’s an interesting design, really. the intricate design being divided in two, left and right — perfect for a matching tattoo.

the boy sighed, taking a couple steps back to admire his work, an impressed hum left his lips once he saw it was almost completed. to be honest, he rarely works alone. he has a lot of friends who would join his shenanigans, after all. but today, he feels like having some alone time for himself, and what could be more perfect than making graffiti?

“ah, i’m tired.”

squatting down, [Y/N] propped one of his hands on his knee, laying his cheek there as he tilted his head; his other hand holding onto the matte black spray can, his half-lidded eyes scanning the wall in front of him with such intensity, the wall would blush if it was alive. “hm, it looks decent at least,” a snicker, “what am i saying? it looks great, i’m the one who made it after all.” he sing-songed, a proud smirk on his face.

“i’m just so aweso-”

his ears perked up. there’s something that intrudes his peace, it sounds like a police siren. his curious eyes moved ever so gracefully to the side, just right in time to catch two people stumbling over the entrance to the back-alley. they were panting, hands on both knees kind of panting; he can see the sweats just dropping to the ground from their skin.

looks like they’re in trouble.

a cat-like smirk spread over the [H/C] haired boy’s lips, already connecting the dots once he caught sight of them. it wasn’t that hard anyway, the blaring of the police siren and two people stumbling inside a barely lit back-alley that practically screams ‘trouble’; and, they’re panting like dogs after running through the whole neighborhood? rascals, i see. he continues to eye them, slightly amused that they still haven't noticed his presence. ah, well.

“oh? are you two lost?”

the two snapped their heads upwards instantly, eyes wide open and he could see the sliver of panic inside them; he silently snickered. their panting is immediately stopped as they try to get their bearings together. that was embarrassing for them, he thought.

“who’re you?” the one with the shorter hair with blue streaks spat out.

“well that’s not a nice way to greet someone you’ve just met,” the boy sighed, lifting himself from his squatting, pocketing his empty hand afterwards. his lips curled in a lop-sided smirk. “so, what are two possibly criminals doing here?”

ran raised one of his eyebrow on half confusion and half amusement, he’s either really stupid or really strong to casually make conversations with ‘two possibly criminals’. “you don’t recognize us?” the usual reply to that would be a stuttered yes and cries, begs too if they’re too scared to even breathe properly.

“hah? what’s that supposed to mean? you two some celebrity or something? if you are, sorry, i don’t watch tv that much,” came the reply.

ran snorted, the guy genuinely looked confused and he actually took some time to think about it; probably to dug his memories of any celebrity that might look like them. “really? you don’t recognize the ‘rulers of roppongi’?” the [H/C] haired boy tilted his head, “as far as i remember, the ‘rulers of roppongi’ are a governor, though? and i’m pretty sure mr. ishihara shintarō** aren't two young boys who're currently running away from the police. i can hear the sirens, ya’ know,” he added air quotes to complete the sentence, and a shrug to seal the deal.

rindou furrowed his eyebrows, he’s taken aback by the boy’s response, not used to actually holding a conversation with someone on the other side; unless they’re stronger or on par with them, and their gang members, who’re below them that is. ran couldn’t be anymore intrigued, the boy didn’t look scared in the slightest, more confused and unamused if anything. a chuckle left his lips, eyes darting around his surroundings — and that’s when his violet eyes caught sight of the almost done graffiti on the wall.

“you’re the one who made this?” he walked closer to the wall, admiring the sharp and intricate lines on it, it’s divided in two, he notices.

“yeah, pretty cool, right? i’m the one who made it after all,” the boy grinned, a proud look on his young face, going back to staring at his work with so much adoration it could be mistaken as his lover.

“it doesn’t seem completed yet,” rindou muttered, loud enough for the two to hear, as he stood beside his brother once again. “yeah, it hasn’t,” the [E/C] eyed boy replied back, walking back to stand in front of the wall, his hand shaking the spray can again,the movement fluid and elegant. “you two interrupted me after all,” he shot a cheeky close eyed smile to the two, startling the brothers for the second time in their first meeting.

cute.

“you two wanna watch me finish it? the police is still around according to my ears,”

ran shrugged, taking a seat at one of the empty iron barrels, eyes already attentively following the smaller boy. rindou was a bit hesitant, the [E/C] eyes boy is a stranger after all, a strange stranger, that is. but he followed his older brother, just like usual. the shorter boy smiled, going back to his work once again.

pchit pchit

“that looks good for matching tattoos, mind if we use them?” ran hummed out, a lazy smile plastered on his lips. rindou nodded along, it did look good.

“sure, you gotta pay me first though. it does take time and energy to make this,” the boy teased, his eyes glancing behind him for a second before going back to focus on the almost finished graffiti. ran chuckled again, his intrigue kept rising and rising the more seconds he spent with the shorter boy. rindou could say the same with himself, he can’t help but be interested in this strange yet captivating boy.

at that moment, without the two of them knowing, they’ve decided to keep the boy for a little while, just until he gets boring, that is.

that time never came, though.

“what’re your names, anyway?”

“haitani ran, and he’s haitani rindou, my brother,”

“what ‘bout you?”

a tilt of head.

the curling of lips,

mesmerizing.

“[L/N] [Y/N].”

it was a sight to behold,

and a sight to treasure,

for the long shared future to come.

**i did a short research on who was the governor of tokyo at the time (2005), so if it was wrong, i'm terribly sorry.

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fairydxll · 3 years ago

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After a couple of days, Rory kinda got used to her new "home." Since Tony didn't know how long it would be before they went back to California, and with Pepper gone, they decided it was best if Rory just took a break from school.

Rory did eventually grow to like her new room. She was not allowed to leave the current floor, so she basically just spent all of her time there. Tony was gone all day and didn't get home until very late at night, meaning Rory had to have food delivered. She didn't mind, though. She figured that if they end up staying, she'll be able to tell Tony what all the good restaurants are.

Tony never told her anything about why they were here with the exception of, "Daddy has business."

So in order to pass the time, Rory would read or watch movies. She even took up drawing which turned out to be something she isn't too bad at.

This morning, Tony was already gone by the time Rory got up, so she got dressed and migrated to the living area. She sat on one of the couches near the large window and began sketching the tall buildings surrounding her.

As she finished the shading on one of the skyscrapers, she peered back up to see a tall man with long, black hair dressed in what looked like a Halloween costume standing on the terrace. Rory put down her sketchbook and looked closer. He was very tall and had large, golden horns that decorated the top of his head. She had no clue as to why this man was standing outside of her window on her father's building.

Rory looked to her right and noticed her father, in the Iron Man suit, land on the landing pad. The man just stood there, watching as machines swiftly removed the armor from Tony's body.

The strange man made his way into the room from the balcony. The room she was in. Rory didn't know what to do. She was frozen, scared. Instead of running away as any sane person would, Rory remained in her chair.

The large man entered the room. He studied his surroundings, his eyes eventually landing on Rory. "Who might you be?" He asked with disdain.

Rory could do nothing but blink at him, too afraid to speak. He opened his mouth to say more, only to be interrupted by the presence of Tony. "Rory, come here," Tony said blankly.

Rory immediately dropped her things and ran to her father's side. Tony wrapped his arm around her protectively, hoping to shield her with his body.

The man watched this all happen before finally speaking, "Please tell me you're going to appeal to my humanity." He spoke as if she weren't there.

"Actually I'm planning to threaten you," Tony responded. Rory couldn't sense any different emotions other than his natural sarcastic tone.

"You should have left your armor on for that," the man bantered, walking closer to Tony and Rory.

"Yeah," Tony pushed Rory behind the bar. "It's seen a bit of mileage, and you've got the glow stick of destiny." Rory crouched down below the bar and pulled her knees into her chest. She couldn't help but let tears stain her cheeks, afraid of what was happening. "Would you like a drink?" Tony asked the man as he walked behind the bar, actively trying to ignore you in hopes you wouldn't become a target.

Rory heard the other man laugh. "Stalling me won't change anything," he said. If Rory knew what it meant, she would describe their conversation as passive-aggressive.

"No, no. threatening." Tony began making himself a drink. "No drink? You sure? I'm having one.

"The Chitauri are coming. Nothing will change that." His words sounded like gibberish to Rory. "What have I to fear?"

Rory watched her father casually make a drink as if nothing was wrong. "The Avengers. That's what we call ourselves. We're sort of like a team." Rory had no idea what he was going on about. ""Earth's mightiest heroes"-type thing."

"Yes, I've met them."

"Yea," Tony's smile helped calm Rory down. He had to have the situation under control, right? "It takes us a while to get any traction, I'll give you that one. But let's do a headcount, here. Your brother, the demi-god," demi-god? "A super-soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend." He secretly slipped a metal-looking band on each wrist.

"A man with breathtaking anger-management issues, a couple of master assassins, and you, big fella," none of his words were making any sense. "You've managed to piss off every single one of them."

"That was the plan."

"Not a great plan," Tony walked past you and out from the bar. "When they come, and they will, they'll come for you."

"I have an army."

"We have a hulk."

Rory finally gathered enough courage and stood up carefully. She peeked her head over the bar to watch the men while also trying to stay out of the way. Tony was approaching the man as they spoke; the man keeping his ground.

"I thought the beast had wandered off," the man said.

"You're missing the point. There's no throne," Tony's voice rose slightly. "There is no version of this where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes and maybe it's too much for us, but it's all on you. Because if we can't protect the Earth, you can be damn well sure we'll avenge it."

Tony took a sip of his drink while the man took a few steps closer, a scowl spreading across his features. "How will your friends have time for me when they're so busy fighting you?"

For the first time since this scene began, Tony looked scared. The man brought his scepter-looking thing up and tapped it against Tony's chest with a clang noise. The man's face dropped for a second before he tried a second time, and then a third. "This usually works."

Tony didn't look scared anymore. "Well, performance issues, it's not uncommon. One out of five--" his sentence was cut short when the man forcefully grabbed Tony's throat and threw him onto the floor. Rory squealed and then immediately covered her mouth.

The man turned his head in Rory's direction with a puzzled look. He turned away from her as soon as Tony stood up and went for his neck again. "You will all fall before me," he said.

"Deploy!" Tony called before the man threw him out the window, shattering the glass. Rory screamed with all her might. Did she just watch her Dad be murdered? What was he going to do to her?

Rory hid behind the bar once more, watching and listening closely to her surroundings. A loud sound rippled through the room causing Rory to throw her hands over her ears to block out the noise. She peeked over the bar and saw nothing but more shards of glass and broken furniture.

The man stared Rory down. "Who are you?"

Rory gulped, "who are you?"

He chuckled. "I am Loki, of Asgard. I'm surprised you have not yet heard of me." His tone was a lot softer with her than it was with her father. "What is your name, little one?"

"Rory," she nervously answered his question. "My name is Rory."

"Let me guess; Stark's child?" She didn't say anything. Rory simply nodded. "Ah I see," he gave you an almost heartwarming smile. "Come here, Rory."

Fearing she had no other choice, Rory walked over to Loki and he crouched down to meet her gaze. He smiled at her. Rory watched her father fly up behind him. She was more than thrilled to see her father alive and more tears fell from her eyes.

"And one more thing," Loki's face dropped and he spun around to face Tony. "Get away from my daughter!" Tony shot at Loki, sending him flying backward. Rory jumped out of the way, too stunned to do anything else. With Loki knocked out, Tony looked towards his daughter, "Rory go hide, now!" He flew away into the sky, and Rory wasted no time in running to her bedroom.

She slammed the door shut and locked it. She looked around her room for anything that she could put in front of the door to make it harder to reach her. Rory tried to move the couch, but it was no use. It was too heavy for a ten-year-old to manage. She tugged on her roots as she spotted her desk chair. Once it was securely tucked under the knob, Rory ran over to her window to watch what was unfolding.

Rory couldn't help herself as she began to sob. She was afraid and she was alone. There was nothing she could do to help. Tons of thousands of aliens flooded the skies and streets of New York as Rory sat up in her bedroom, watching. She was sobbing uncontrollably as she pressed her face and hands into the large window.

More loud noises were flowing from the living area into Rory's bedroom and Rory could do nothing to stop them. She hoped that the man who called himself Loki was gone and that her Dad was alright.

At this moment, Rory really felt like a child. She felt small and helpless. Lonely and afraid. There was nothing else she could do except watch. She had no clue as to what she was watching either, which was not making her feel any better.

At long last, the aliens seemed to dissipate and things seemed to calm down. It looked to Rory like the fight was over. But who won?

Rory was drawn away from her thoughts by the sound of her father's voice calling her name. She nearly sprinted out. She ran up to Tony and engulfed him in the tightest bear hug she could manage. He was still in his suit and covered in dirt, but neither seemed to mind.

"I was afraid," Rory murmured into his neck.

"I know, bubs." They pulled away from the hug and Rory got the chance to really see the other people in the room.

There was a giant-sized man with green skin, a man with a shield, a man with a bow and arrow, a man with a red cape and long hair, and what looked like Natalie, only with shorter hair. They looked odd. As if they were straight out of a movie. She noticed Loki in handcuffs. He looked angry and sad at the same time. Rory didn't really know what he did, but she knew he lost and her dad won.

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Tony held a silver case in one hand and Rory's in the other as he walked alongside the other Avengers waiting to send Loki away. Tony had made it very clear that from now on, Rory would not be leaving his side.

Rory let go of her Dad's hand to let him deal with the case. Thor, as he had told Rory to call him, led Loki a few feet away from everyone else. He waited for Loki to grab hold of the glass container for the Tesseract. Before she knew it, the pair had disappeared in a storm of blue.

Once everything else was settled, Tony reached for Rory's hand again and walked her over to the rest of the Avengers. "Rory there's some people I'd like you to meet," he motioned to the team. "That's Capsicle, Legolas, Jolly Green, and the Triple Imposter. This is Rory." The others shook their heads at Tony's nicknames.

"Steve," the tall, blonde man smiled and Rory shook his hand.

"Bruce," the shorter man with grey hair politely smiled and waved.

"Yea," Nat showed you a friendly smile to which you returned. "Nice to finally meet you, officially."

"And I'm Clint," the last man with spiky hair and sunglasses introduced himself.

"Hi," you said, shyly and waved at them all.

"Bubs, you go wait in the car I'll be there in a sec," said Tony.

"Okay. It was nice meeting you all!" You said as you walked to the car.

"You ready to go, kiddo?" Tony asked as he got in the car and fastened his seatbelt.

"Are we going home? Like, back to Malibu?" you asked as he started the car and pulled out.

"Yea," he smiled. "I think we deserve a break."

"What about the tower?"

"We're working on it. It'll be fixed in no time."

"Good," you sighed

"Good?"

"I don't mind it anymore. I don't think it would be so bad if we moved here."

"Really?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Really."

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catzula · 4 years ago

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Don’t be late.

Warnings: Cursing, 4.5 k words, fluff in general, Bakugou being a dumbass, reader is always late.

a/n: I genuinely had fun writing this fic and I hope you guys have fun reading it!

Synopsis: you're a student at the support section and since Bakugou literally drove everyone else insane, you were the last person that would help him with his costume. Little did he know that you had a crush on this sparky sparky boom man.

Everybody in the support section just hated that one guy. That guy named Bakugou who would practically harass people until he got what he wanted. Well, okay, almost everyone who knew Bakugou hated him but people in the support section hated him in a whole new level.

He was a nightmare. Nobody could even stand him.

Well, nobody except for you. You thought of him as intriguing, as well as a pain in the ass. But even him being a pain in the ass could be justified in your eyes, you knew he was doing all this simply because he was a perfectionist. Of course he could tone it down a bit, but... That would.be very out of character, wouldn't it?

He thought of himself as the best and it shouldn't be a surprise, for him to want to have a hero costume that was also perfect. You could understand that, but it still didn't change the fact that he was the worst kind of customer anyone would ever have to work with.

He had never worked with you though, he was in class 1/A for gods sake, of course he didn't work with you... Well, that until he ran out of people that would help him willingly.

"You know what? I'm done. Go fuck yourself." Were the words that echoed in the room, suppressing even those deafening machine sounds. Your friend threw Bakugou's costume in his face harshly, still cursing under his breath.

"Tch, whatever! You're just some extra that can't even do what I asked for." You watched Bakugou as his upper lip curled threateningly, reminding you of a wolf, and boy did he look pissed. Like, really pissed. His crimson eyes glaring at the guy in front of him, who was packing his supplies and trying to get away from this angry dude as soon as possible.

"That's the thing, Bakugou! What you want doesn't exist! I don't have these miraculous powers that when I snap my fingers your costume just turns into something else. You have to give me details of what you're asking and you have to ask something that makes sense! Not just some dumb idea that popped into your mind!" Everybody knew that was a lie. Bakugou always had the most amazing ideas, so creative and so... Logical. It's just that they were too... Much. To much to execute, they were brilliant but not doable.

"First of all, it does make sense, it's you who can't understand! Second of-"

"Whatever, Bakugou. I'm done with this shit. Go find someone else to help you with your costume."

"Who the fuck are you to not let me fucking talk? I will fucking kill you-"

"That's enough Bakugou." A monotone voice that came from the door made Bakugou freeze. You knew this black haired guy, he was the Eraserhead! You saw him around the campus but never from up this close!

Bakugou looked at his teacher, never losing that wolfish expression on his face, and he exited the room without saying anything, which was a first for everyone in this room. Eraserhead also exited, looking like he was about to go in a coma.

The room was still silent, until it wasn't.

"Oh my God, what a fucking jerk."

"I can't even believe how you managed to put up with him that long."

"He's not even that good."

Lie. That was a big fat lie because Bakugou may not be a lot of things but he was that good. Still, you chose to stay silent, your eyes still glued to the door he just exited from.

He amazed you, really. You noticed him the first time he came to the support section, his aura screaming confidence. He started to come there frequently, making everyone else go crazy, but you just kept noticing small details about him every time he came there. He was an asshole, no one could deny that, but he was also amazing.

It was amazing how determined he was, even though it was a pain, his perfectionism also left you in awe, how smart he was, how confident he was, how strong he was...

You realized your big crush on him the day you saw him on that sport festival. The other people thought it was so unheroic of him to go that hard on Uraraka, which was so stupid. Didn't she also want to be a hero? Wasn't she going to the same school as him, going through the same trainings? It was only normal for him to beat her, because if he didn't, she would have beaten him. Would people tell her it was so rude of her to go that hard on him too? No, you thought he was astonishing to act the way he did.

Him being so proud, not accepting the first rank made your heart beat faster. He was just so strong, so proud, so vulnerable it made you want to hug him tightly and tell him that he was your hero.

Not that you would ever have the chance though, or so you thought.

He came back not even after a few days, making everyone groan in frustration. He went straight to the table that displayed the recent projects that were done. The table existed to give an idea of what anyone could do so they could choose along shit what they had in mind. So that meant, who's item he chose would have to work with him. All of you eyed him, waiting to see who was the very unlucky person.

He picked one invention of the table, looking somewhat intrigued, and looked around the room trying to guess who it belonged to. When he couldn't guess he went to the nearest person and shoved the invention in their face. "Who does this belong to?!"

The person he was holding eyed the object he was holding suspiciously, relief written on his face when he saw it didn't belong to him. "I think that's Y/N's."

You could hear the sighs of relief around the room. So did he, but he didn't seem to care. Instead he walked towards you, he was so close you could smell-

Why on earth did he smell like... Caramel?!

"Is this yours?" You felt the tingling sensation of excitement all over your body, giving you goosebumps. "It is." You answered, which made him narrow his eyes, looking at you suspiciously.

"Is it really yours? You did this?" Now that was straight up rude. "Yes, it's really mine, asshole. What kind of a question even is that?!"

He shrugged shit a smug grin on his face. His eyes wandered over you, looking at your (e/c) eyes, your face, your figure, and his grin grew wider.

"I haven't seen you around here before." Ah, the angry boy was back. His upper lip curled ever so slightly, looking at you like you were some lowly human. "Oh yeah? Well I have seen you quite a lot here. You know, while you were making everyone else go crazy."

Your answer turned his face red with anger but -a miracle- he was holding back! You could see it was really hard for him not to scream insults in your face but he was aware that you were his last chance. Oh didn't that just boost your ego. Now it was your turn to look at him with a smug grin on your face.

"Whatever." He mumbled pulling you to the nearest table. "What are you-" Before he even let you finish he shushed you and lay down the papers he was holding on the table. You looked at what's on the paper, it was a costume drawing, a really detailed one at that. As you got closer to the paper, inspecting it, he was watching your every move with narrowed eyes.

After you memorised everything on the paper you bir your lip, trying to hide your admiration. "Did you draw this? Are these all... Your ideas?"

The drawing wasn't amazing but it was neat, everything was calculated to the very core, the ideas were so clear on the paper, making you feel like you only had to follow these instructions and do nothing else. "Yes, of course I drew them! Everything you see there is mine." He said angrily but you could see he wasn't actually angry, just proud.

"Well, they're pretty good, if I'm going to be honest." You said trying to hide your excitement. You traced the drawing with your finger.

"I know they are. But can you do it?" His smug grin was back and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at him. Could you do it?

You smiled sweetly and surely enough he smiled back, already knowing your answer.

"Nope."

His smile dropped, leaving it's place to a furious look in his eyes. "You dumbass, then why the fuck are you wasting my fucking time?!" He screamed, people around you shot you a knowing look. He pulled the paper of the table harshly, about to leave when you held his wrist and made him stop.

"Can you stop for a fucking minute and listen?" His eyes widened when he heard you cursing, a big contrast to your sweet tone and face. "I can't do this, but neither can anyone else."

"What the fuck does that mean?" He screamed making you winch. "Can you just- shut up for a second? This is not possible, get that in your bigass head. But-" you stopped thinking for a second. You shuffled around the drawers in search of a pen. "But, I can do this instead. This would be much more possible, and it would give you what you were aiming for. Of course it wouldn't be the same but the end product will be helpful."

You said quickly sketching your idea on the paper, as quick as possible before you forget what you were thinking about.

When he saw what you drew his burrows furrowed and for a second you thought he was mad at you but instead he huffed. "Tch, not bad I guess." He said, but internally he was so impressed that you actually came up with this alternative in a few seconds of so.

"Wait, does that mean you'll work with me?" You said eyes open wide. Well the question was more as, would you work with him, but he didn't say that. "If you can do it, I will."

"That's amazing, now I finally have a worthy client!" You said excitedly and on of his burrows went up, sending you an questioning look. "Worthy of... You?"

You shot him a killing glare but stayed quiet. "Let's work on this idea a little more, what do you say?"

He shrugged. "It's too noisy in here. Lets go to the library." He said ready to pull you out of the room but you shot a glance at your phone, pouting. "Can't, I gotta finish this side project today. Meet me at the library tomorrow? How is 4pm?"

He wasn't really happy since you couldn't work on it immediately but he had to be a little nice to you, not just because you were the last person that would actually help him, but your idea was also pretty good. "Tch, whatever. Don't be late."

You smiled sweetly, making his heart beat a little faster. Why did his heart beat this fast? Was this your quirk or something?

"Bye Bakugou." You waved as you started to sketch something on a sheet of paper.

***

Bakugou was sitting in the library, shooting angry glances at the clock. When he saw you coming towards him with a big smile on your face, your hands full of papers, books and stuff, he felt his heart jump. This had to be your quirk.

"Hey! So I worked on this idea we talked about yesterday and-" Before you even sat next to him you started to talk without even stopping to breath. "You're late." He murmured with and angry look in his eyes, you looked at your watch and smiled apologetically. "Oops, sorry, I was with Shinsou about- well that's not important is it? It's 5 minutes anyway."

Bakugou had always been an angry individual but today he could practically feel his explosions itching for him to release them. You saw the look in his eyes and laughed, "Hey, chill out. I'm sorry, alright? I'll make it up to you with a coffee, how does that sound?"

Bakugou didn't even like coffee but he couldn't refuse this offer either. "If you get there in time."

You laughed once again, a sweet sound that made Bakugou feel proud, even though he didn't even know why he was proud. "Yes, yes, I'll be there on time. But let's discuss this now." You lay the papers down, showing a few new sketches.

You both worked on it for a long time, even though it felt like a few minutes at most. You sometimes felt his gaze on you, instead of the paper in front of you, which made your cheeks flush red.

"So um-" you said, not really sure what to even say. "This was nice."

He had never heard anyone from the support section say that working with him was nice, but he still took the compliment. "Meet me at the coffee place tomorrow? Since it's weekend we can meet a little earlier too."

His eyes narrowed as he looked at you. It was weird having someone who actually wanted to work with him and it felt odd. A good type of odd, if he had to confess.

"Don't be late." He said.

You laughed. "I won't."

***

You were late.

Bakugou was about to go crazy waiting at the coffee shop. He felt so stupid for waiting for you but felt even worse for not being able to leave. His mind kept making you excuses, every time the door opened he felt his heart jump and that made him so angry at himself.

He was about to leave when the door opened once again, this time it was actually you entering. His eyes widened when he saw you, you looked incredibly pretty without any dust smeared on your face, your (h/c) hair in a cute style that enhanced your beautiful face and was that... Make up? He wasn't sure, hell, he never even realized any of these things before. But he couldn't take his eyes off of you and felt his anger die inside him.

You saw him and your eyes shined in a way that made him want to smile too, a cute smile was on your face when you came to his table.

"You're late!"

"That can't be I'm actually-" you checked the time and pouted. "Oh, I'm late."

His eyebrows furrowed, so he wasn't even important enough for you to actually show up on time? He was about to say something mean but held his tongue when you giggled. "I actually left the dorm an hour early to be here before you..." You shrugged. "Apparently I'm incapable of actually arriving anywhere at the time we agreed on. I hear this all the time, I just can't get anywhere on time!"

He felt a little better knowing it wasn't only him, but still. He was Bakugou Katsuki for Gods sake! He wasn't just someone, he was the future number one hero. Still, he couldn't help but feel good knowing you intended to be here early.

"Whatever." He said not looking at you. "No, I'm actually sorry!" You said biting your lip.

"It's whatever. Let's just get some coffee and get this shit done with." You felt a sharp pain in your chest, he wasn't wrong, but it felt bad hearing that from your crush. You should have known he wasn't actually interested in you, he wouldn't have chosen you if you weren't his last chance.

You still didn't let that spoil your mood, at the very end you were here, drinking coffee with him, weren't you?

"Well, what would you like to drink?" You asked, taking your wallet out of your handbag. His eyes shined with anger when he saw what you were doing.

"Like hell I'll let you pay for it!" He said, stopping you.

"But this is for making you wait yesterday!" Feeling his hand holding you made your heart jump. "And well... Today too." You added.

"I don't care, I said I won't let you pay, and I won't."

"But-"

"Stop arguing for fucks sake!" You closed your mouth at that. "O-okay. Well I'll have (your favorite beverage)." You saw him smile at your answer and stood up.

You were trying to calm yourself while he was buying you coffee, didn't even realize someone was calling your name. "Y/N!"

A hand touched your shoulder, making you jump in surprise. It was a certain indigo haired boy who looked very much sleep deprived. "Oh, Shinsou!" You smiled sweetly. You have helped him a lot before, which ended with you guys being close friends.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, even though it was a stupid question, he was addicted to coffee. "Well, duh." He said, shaking the carton of coffee on his hand. You smiled at that. "But what are you doing here?" He looked around to see anyone familiar that you could be waiting for. He saw Bakugou ordering coffee, but it was such an impossible thing for both of you to be together so he didn't even think about it.

"Well I uh..." You didn't even have time to answer when an angry boy came close to your table. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

Shinsou's eyes widened ever so slightly looking at the angry boy, and then back at you. "You're here with him?"

"You got a problem with that?" Bakugou asked, taking his seat right across you.

"Well, we're working on his costume." You said sensing the tension.

Bakugou scoffed, apparently not happy with your answer. "Well, okay. I'll see you around?" Said Shinsou, you could understand why he was walking away, since his motto was stay out of drama. "Yeah, sure!" You smiled sweetly, feeling a little bad because you felt like you were dusting him away.

"Are we gonna start working or not?!" You flinched when you heard him scream, a sinking feeling reminding you once again, he wanted nothing to do with you other than working on his costume.

"Sorry." You mumbled. "So I um, worked on this a little more after you left and I think it would be much better if we changed this to this. Because otherwise it would be too heavy."

Bakugou scoffed. "Hah, I can handle heavy." You glanced at him, surprised by his unnecessary narcissism. "Yeah, I know. But still, wouldn't it be better if it were lighter?" He stayed still for a while then shrugged.

"Tch, whatever." Oh, you were starting to see a pattern here. Maybe it wasn't just unnecessary narcissism, but more like... Trying to impress you?

"Are you training today too?" You asked, just testing the waters. "Of course I am! If I'm going to be the number 1 hero, I gotta train every fucking day."

You tapped your chin with your finger. "That's true. Although I've seen you train before and it looked pretty intense." And that was true. He was training so hard it made you shudder just thinking about it.

"Oh, you were watching me?" Oh, shit. You tried to ignore the heat rushing to your cheeks. "Well I wasn't watching you specifically, but it was so... Extra so I may have looked your way once or twice." You tried to cover. But the smug grin on his face told you he didn't believe it a bit.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say."

"So, what do you think? Should I change this part? Oh and I thought it would be better if we did this too-" You stopped talking when you felt his eyes lingering on you, instead of the paper. "Bakugou?" You said smiling. "Why are you staring at me?"

"I'm not staring at you!" He shouted, your smile dropping almost instantly. "Why the fuck would I even stare at you?!" His hands were tight fists on the table, his red eyes reminding you of flames. Your eyes widened at his response and you forced a laugh.

"Well, ouch." You said with the same forceful laugh. "I- I wasn't implying anything, you know..." You mumbled.

"I- I..." This was the first time you have seen Bakugou in a loss of words. You shrugged. "Yeah, I know, you want to get this over with as soon as possible."

That was far from what he wanted to say but he accepted it nonetheless.

You both worked on it for hours, once again the time passed quickly, felt like it was a blink of an eye. "That was intense." You said while stretching a bit.

"Well, that was it. We finished the whole design and idea process and I'll take it from here."

His brows furrowed. "What do you mean by I'll take it from here?"

You shrugged. "I just have to actually do this now, so we don't really have to meet like this." Why did Bakugou feel that sting in his chest? For Gods sake, what the fuck was your quirk?

"Y/N." He said that made you stop stretching. Hearing your name from him made your heart beat faster. "What the hell is your quirk?"

"My quirk?" You asked, a little surprised at the sudden question.

"Yes!"

"Well it's not a big quirk. I can manipulate shadows." You shrugged. Your quirk had never came off as handy but it was fun to change the shapes of people's shadows and seeing their reactions.

Bakugou desperately tried to find a relation with your quirk and this weird sensation he felt every time you smiled but he couldn't find any.

"That's a dumb quirk." He said instead. You giggled, surprising him. "It is, but I don't really need a quirk to be special, I can work without it just fine."

His brow quirked up at your response. "If you say so."

***

Everyday for the next week, Bakugou had visited you in your workspace. "I want to see if you're doing a good fucking job." He said when you asked him why.

He stayed with you as long as he could, telling you about his day, about those damn extras in his class, with the exception of "Deku." He was talking about Deku like he wasn't even a part of the class. You knew he was talking about Izuku Midoriya, that green haired shy guy who broke a limb every time he used his quirk. Oh, Bakugou talked about him a lot, with great hatred too.

But even though he was just rambling, you loved to listen to him. And even though he never even implied it, you knew he liked watching you work too. It was probably because he was interested in how his costume was coming up but you still enjoyed it very much.

But the truth was that he had almost completely forgotten about his costume. He was coming to see you every day, every chance because you... You just understood him. But Bakugou was so foreign to these feelings, it made him feel scared and vulnerable.

You weren't aware of any of this, of the internal crisis he was having, so you were surprised when he suddenly stopped showing up.

You couldn't really work too, since your eyes were practically glued to the door, waiting to see a glimpse of the spiky blonde hair, but you never did.

The day you were done with the costume, you texted him. You tried to look as good as you could, cleaned the dust off of your face and your uniform, wore your best perfume only to see someone else who came instead of him to pick the costume up.

It was Kirishima, you had chatted with him before, he was a pretty cute guy, and you knew from your daily chats from Bakugou he liked him too. So just seeing him reminded you of Bakugou which made your mood even worse.

"Is... Is Bakugou okay?" You asked.

You saw the uncomfortable look on his face and you knew Bakugou was avoiding you. "He- he- he is okay... He's just-" You sighed but smiled nonetheless. "It's okay, I understand." His eyes widened. "You do?!"

You shrugged. "He's done with me, I see that. I had the same treatment from some other students too, although it's not very nice, is it? Still, say hi to him for me please."

"It's- it's not like that, he's just-" Kirishima looked a little embarrassed but mostly panicked and you couldn't help but giggle. "It's okay, I'm just happy I could help him."

When Kirishima went back to the dorms, only to find Bakugou on the couch looking at his phone, he was pissed.

"Dude you must be the dumbest person alive."

"Who the fuck are you calling dumb, shitty hair?!" Bakugou jumped from the couch, about to end Kirishima once and for all but Kirishima wasn't having it. "You! I'm calling you dumb! I took your costume from YN, the girl you have been avoiding like the plague, and I was embarrassed for you!"

Kirishima saw Bakugou stiffening as he mentioned your name and smiled knowingly. "Bakugou, if you don't go there and talk to her I will kick your ass."

"You can't kick my ass, idiot." Bakugou answered gruffly.

"Oh but I can. Go fucking talk to her dude! She asked about you, you know? What you're doing is so fucking unmanly." Kirishima gave Bakugou the costume he was holding and Bakugou could swear he could smell your scent on it.

"You call me unmanly one more fucking time and you won't have a tongue to call anyone unmanly. I am the definition of manly."

"Not with that attitude you're not."

"Who the fuck are you, my mother or something?" But Bakugou knew Kirishima was telling the truth, and he just couldn't get rid of this stupid feeling in his chest. Yet, he had thought that if he just stopped seeing you, he would never feel this way ever again. He was wrong. Oh, he had thought of you almost every second of the day, his heart feeling heavier with every second he didn't see you and it was more than he could bear.

He knew what he had to do, he just didn't have the courage before.

"I think- I have to go." He said practically running to the door. He passed the now entering Kaminari with such force and speed, Kaminari almost lost his balance. "Woah, where the fuck is he going?" He asked looking at the grinning Kirishima.

"You'll see." Was his answer.

***

You were about to leave the workshop, later than usual but you didn't really mind working a little longer, anything that would take your kind off of him, you accepted gratefully.

All of that until you heard his voice.

"YN!"

You jumped not expecting this at all. Your eyes widened when you saw the face you had longed to see for almost a week, and there he was, cheeks flushed like he had ran all the way here.

And you knew why he was here. You weren't stupid, the look in his eyes just gave it away. So a smile found its way on your lips, the sweetest smile he had ever seen that made him feel like he could die right than and there.

"Bakugou!" You said, walking towards him. "You're late."

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angelswithcigarettes · 4 years ago

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“To find a way to cope”

Summary: Morgan finds Spencer's notebooks filled with partly disturbing drawings and poems and learns once again how much of what Spencer feels he doesn't know how to express and how much happened in his childhood he never talks about.

AU: [This is an AU in which Morgan and Reid share a house (as friends). The parts can be read independently.]

Warnings: Past Sexual Abuse

Relevant Tags: Autistic Spencer Reid, Suicidal Thoughts

Word Count: 4626

First Chapter:

Notes: Since this series is the follow up serious to another one of mine "Green" (I will link it in the endnote) there can be some confusion if you haven't read it. But here is a short summary of it so you don't have to read it all and can still 'enjoy' this:

In the story "Green" Spencer gets together with Lola who abuses him following up this abuse he stays with Morgan who helps him recover as much as that is possible. Spencer doesn't want to go back to his apartment so Morgan decides that it is time for a change, they move in together in one of the houses Morgan renovated ones.

They each have their own privacy, their own floors including bathrooms and bedrooms and each of them has their own office but its not a secret to anyone that they also don't have much privacy because at some part after living together for so many years the embarrassment or shame for many things just faded.

However when Morgan picks up a box of books in the basement while looking for his old baseball equipment he feels bad when he looks inside of them.

They are notebooks, written in with black ink and he can tell that it's Spencer handwriting. There is a date on the corner, the note book is hardly a month old. He puts it away and grabs one from further down, revealing another date from eight years ago and he opens up a random page and starts reading.

"And if you look at me

Look at me for another moment

See me

If you really see me

Can you look at me the same again."

It's seems to be an attempt of poetry and Morgan opens another page finding a scetch of a person. Also in blank ink. Their hands scratching at their eyes, looking like they are screaming.

He reads another poem.

"Can you hear me screaming?

Did you hear me screaming for you? You hands burning my skin,you hands burning my innocence.

Can you hear me screaming?

In the latest night, can you hear me screaming?

Did you hear him burning my skin, his hands burning my innocence."

Morgan can feel an unsettling feeling spread through his body, these are too old to be from the time with Lola, judging by the date he must have been in his early twenties.

He looks into another notebook finding a lot of sketches and a few of them look similar to people Morgan had seen before, he figures they are unsubs and then he opens another scatch and it looks like a women, warning a gun holster and having a glass in her hand, her hair shoulder long and judging by the date this is Elle.

Morgan picks up another one, it is dated for approximately a year ago. The drawing shows their house but the windows are barricaded with wood and nails, only a light shining out of Morgan's room and a kitten is sitting in front of their doorstep, skinny and looking up to the doorbell handing in front of the door that is also barricaded.

The next one is a drawing from their kitchen and it shows Morgan, at least he thinks so, sitting at the table with his hand on his head the other around a coffee cup and on the kitchen counter are files stacked and the kitchen table is filled with overflowing cups.

There is a third, showing their bathroom and there is a liquid on the floor,again every drawing is held black ink but he guesses its blood and a handprint on the mirror and in front of the puddle and then there is a hand sticking out from behind the curtain from which the liquid drops down.

The fourth is what makes Morgan want take the notebook with him, it's a man standing in the door and by the tattoos he can make out that it is supposed to be him but he is wearing a mask and he is holding Spencer's stuff animal in his hand while wearing only Jean's and boots no shirt. Morgan can make out that this is supposed to be Spencer's room.

The worst he finds in that notebook is one of a women, sitting on a chair, her head leaned back and her arms sliced open, blood dripping down on the floor and by the necklace, the gun at her hip and the long slightly curly hair Morgan dares to assume that this is supposed to be JJ.

He puts the notebook aside and pulls out one from the time when he started at the BAU and the first drawing is of a little boy with glasses standing in the bullpen that is crowded with files. The second is a room filled with bees at the wall and an empty chair in the middle.

Morgan knew Spencer can draw he didn't know how well he does.

There are a few sketches of Morgan and Gideon and a lot of JJ. And many butterflies and with the ripped out pages in between he guessed that he draw them for her.

He quickly puts everything away when he hears Spencer walking down the stairs but goes back down to grab the one with the poem about the 'burning hands' the one with the sketch from Elle and the one with the drawings from the house and the women on the chair and for weeks he hides them in his office and eventually started profiling a few of them but quickly stopped that, feeling uncomfortable.

"What are you drawing?" He asks stepping into Spencer's office and the man shuts the notebook again.

"I don't draw."

"You don't?"

"No, I haven't in years."

"You haven't?"

"No, I am horrible at that." Morgan steps closer and it fits what he had found downstairs. The little pencil case open, only black pens inside and a pencil with a rubber. "What did you want?"

"Nothing just wanted to check in on you." Looking over he sees another stack of papers, and in a box next to his desk watercolours. "Its getting pretty stuffed in here."

"I like it. And I would like for you to leave now."

"I will." Apologetic Morgan takes his hands up and leaves the room.

There is a high chance that Spencer knows himself that his drawings are concerning and that that is the reason he is so defensive over people knowing he draws.

He keeps his findings a secret for a few more days until he gets to concerned and tries again talking to him about it but the moment he takes the word drawings in his mouth Spencer denies having drawn in the last years and accuses him of having sniffed around his office for things he draw as a teenager.

So he takes the notebooks and in a quiet moment walks up to Hotch's office who is similar concerned by them. For him the worst is one of Spencer himself, someone pressing a hand over his mouth and him into a pillow next to a poem about the lyrical I suffocating.

"There are more that hint at sexual abuse."

"He has a history we know that."

"Some are older than what happened with Lola."

"Did you try talking to him about these?"

"He claims he hasn't drawn in years." Hotch looks further through it finding more and more thinks he finds concerning.

"There are quite a lot of you."

"That's why I am here. I was hoping he maybe would rather talk to you about it. I can't explain why the drawings are portraying me like that." Hotch looks down on the page of a drawing of Morgan laying on the couch, the TV running but he is sleeping. On the table a ashtray with smoke coming from it on the floor next to the couch, multiple books that block his way and lianas hanging from the ceiling one close to curling itself completely around his neck.

"You have a theory?"

"My first guess was that something in the house made him feel captured, or even me but I am not sure."

"I would actually say that it's the opposite. That he feels like he captures you."

"Me?"

"This doesn't look like he is the one captured." He points at another painting showing Morgan standing in the kitchen, one half of his body having spiders all over it his other side being completely normal beside the fingers that in the end turn into bees and more bees flying away from it. "Are you okay?"

"You see this drawings and you ask if I am okay?"

"Besides that these drawing are definitely not something that leave you unaffected there are a few that a showing you in a vulnerable state he probably saw this before drawing it in his own interpretation."

"I am fine, I don't know why he draws me like that."

"Alright I will talk to him about it." Morgan initially wanted to go to JJ with this but she really doesn't need to see the drawings of herself being death by suicide. There is the one on the chair but also one hanging out of a tree with wings on her back.

For Hotch the most disturbing once are the two from a child, being beaten and in the other drawing having wings sitting on top of a clip, stars around them.

Morgan brings him the other notebooks too and in the earlier once its clear that he draws what he sees on cases and around himself. The poems not so much.

But the younger the note books the more it concerns his friends and random children.

Hotch doesn't find many of himself, but there is a notebook around the time Emily died that breaks his heart and when she came back the drawings change to something with more anger and eventually one that shows Spencer and him sitting in his office, Spencer looking at Hotch, Hotch doing the same but behind Hotch stands Emily or JJ he can't tell having a hand on his shoulder and covering his mouth while Spencer has a ghost behind him, covering his eyes.

He thinks long about if he wants to talk to him about the notebooks because Spencer seems to use this to cope and that is a good thing no matter how violent they look but on the other hand it seems like something is really bothering him so after weeks of debating he hands Morgan the box back saying that it feels wrong for him to interfere and Morgan first gets angry but then agrees that it is better if he first talks to him and then can offers Spencer to talk to Hotch if he rather wants that.

So eventually Morgan breaks the ice at a dinner picking up the box and placing it on the table. "You know what this is?"

"A box"

"You know what's in it?" He asks and Spencer nods with worry in his eyes. "I found it in the basement while cleaning it out."

"Did you-" Nervous he bites on the inside of his lip.

"I did"

"They are mine" He tells him, the fear clearly audible in his voice.

"I know, I am just a little bit worried about you, there is some pretty dark stuff in there."

"You weren't supposed to see."

"But I did and I just want to make sure that everything is alright."

"Yes they are just drawings."

"They are not just drawings."

"And poems."

"Not what I mean kid" Morgan grabs the notebook on top and sits down in front of him opening the page with the drawing of their house. "Is this our house?"

"Yes"

"Can you tell me why you draw this?" Spencer shrugs ones, tears in his eyes. "These are yours and I am not judging you or am mad I just think that some of these, because this notebook was finished a few weeks ago, need talking about. And I am just trying to help you."

"I don't know why I draw this."

"What about the cat? Is that Garfield?" Garfield is an old cat they adapted years ago and died.

"Yes"

"You still miss him?"

"Sometimes I wish he comes home again but then nothing is open here anymore."

"Garfield is dead and even if he wasn't dead when we got the call he would be by now." Morgan tells him in a gentle voice. "So this is about Garfield not coming back in,not you feeling captured in here?"

A nod.

"See that's why I think talking about this is good because I completely miss interpreted this."

"Did you see all of them?"

"Yes"

"All of them?"

"Yeah, I looked through them." He nods and then a tears rolls down his face. "Come on we go over to the couch for this, we cuddle up with your stuff lion and we talk about these, you can lean against me no need to look me in the eyes or for me to see your face." Morgan over the years found out that that is what makes him feel the most comfortable while talking. Either on car rides when Morgan can't tear his eyes from the road or while walking somewhere or placed so that Morgan isn't looking into his face.

Spencer ignores the offer to get his stuff animal from upstairs but he takes the thick blanket while Morgan pulls out the cautions from underneath making the couch bigger and then leans against him and Morgan opens the next page.

It's the drawing from Morgan in the kitchen, the files everywhere and the cups on the table. "What's with the Cubs?"

"I don't remember."

"Mr I have an eidetic memory that's very hard to believe."

"Sometimes everything gets dirty in our kitchen."

"And that bothers you?"

"I try cleaning it but it seems like it doesn't get better even when everything is properly stored."

"And the files?"

"It always happens when we have many cases after another and then it isn't fun coming home anymore."

"Because its dirty?"

"Because it's all tight" He tries to explain how the house feels to him. "We can't move in here."

"Is that the same thing you wanted to express with this?" Morgan asks opening the page of him laying on the couch with the lianas from the ceiling.

"Yes and- and that I- that I take your energy away."

"Okay one point after the other, what is it with the house being to tight? We have a lot of space and a lot of garden and everything, what makes it tight?"

"I don't know sometimes it just is." He tells him moving his head back on Morgan's arm shutting his eyes for a moment and then breathing in deeply.

"We don't have to do this all now if its to much for you" He tells him worried about how this affects Reid. "You just explain it the best way you think I will see about the rest."

"You won't get me."

"I do, it's tight in here sometimes, like you can't move."

"Yes"

"And cleaning doesn't help"

"Yes"

"See not that bad"

"It makes me feel bad." He continues and then hits his thigh ones. "Like I need to run."

"Like you need to run?"

"Yes. Like I have to move. Like my legs haven't moved enough."

"Because it's to tight in here?"

"Yes."

"What about you taking my energy away? What do you mean by that?" Spencer turns his head away not looking at the page but then eventually speaks.

"I am really not an easy friend."

"For me you are."

"No I am not."

"You are not taking my energy away."

"You could do a lot more thinks if it wasn't for me." Spencer justifies his statement.

"Like what?" But he just shakes his head still facing away from him and Morgan tries encouraging him to talk to Hotch but Spencer denies the offer so Morgan moves his hand down around his waist and pulls him closer again. "C'mon you did so good with the first drawings and we won't have to talk about this one any more we can just move on to another.”

Rest on Ao3 (I can’t post more words in here I’m sorry):

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yanderecandystore · 5 years ago

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh

I came back from the deepest pit of Hell, and came with some gay shit-

I hope you enjoy 🐑🍫♥️👀😋

Warnings:

•The incarnation of Be gay, do crimes.

•That's it.

•And also sketch at the end.

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Good looking guys are the worst. [Yandere bullies x M!Reader x Yandere M! Delinquent]

Running after school ended up becoming routine at this point.

You can't help but feel exhausted every time you do.

You run for your dear life every time you know they're coming with their friends to beat the shit out off you.

Bastards can't even do their dirty job themselves, they need to call their besties to do it for them. Well, sucks to be them, you aren't giving up own coming back home without a scratch.

Your mom can't know this type of stuff is happening to you at school. Your parents payed for you to enter in that damn school, and you are not going to make their hard work be for nothing.

"- Come back here, [Y/N]!!" Alexandra yells at the top of her lungs. For a pretty daddy's little girl, she makes you feel way more scared than her brother. And her brother, Adrien, is bad enough as he is.

You can't tell if Adrien hates you or if he is obsessed over you, he likes to beat you up but at the same time he can't leave you alone. But hey, who cares? You're fucked either way.

They're getting too close to you. You thought that running towards the more dark areas of town would save your ass, but since it has been a week that they haven't used you as their stress toy, they're pretty pissed.

Actually, you're stuck in a paradox right now.

If they catch you, you're dead.

If they don't catch you today, they're going to make sure to be more violent whenever they can catch you, and then you're dead.

Like a snowball effect. Of death.

Oh, you probably shouldn't be thinking about the "what if's" of if they catch you, you should be thinking about running!

"- Aaaahhhh- fuck!" After entering alley after alley, you meet your worst nightmare, a dead end.

You can hear them coming near, you decide to hide, maybe your zigzagging made them lose you.

You hide behind some garbage. You feel at home.

Your heart beats are on your ears now. You can only hear your hitched breathing and uncontrollable heart beats. You try to calm yourself down.

"- Goddammit."

"- Where is he?"

You can hear them.

You can hear them looking around the dead end, and them walking away.

And then, you can't hear them anymore.

'Am I safe?'

You decide to come out of your hiding spot after some minutes.

Terrible idea, honestly. You should had left them go completely away.

You get out of the dead end, when-

"- Hey, you!"

A raspy male voice yells. You aren't familiar with this voice. You can't be sure if it's talking with you. You just froze in fear that it could be one of the Coldwell twin's friends.

"- Look at me when I'm talking to you, idiot."

Damn, rude. You turn around and see a couple of boys wearing a school uniform. Is different than yours.

"- The fuck you doing around here?" You look at each of the boys, each one is buff and seems ready to break you. But the one who is talking with you, is honestly not that intimidating.

He is handsome. But, he doesn't strike you as a delinquent. He has reddish brown hair and brown eyes.

"- Answer me, rich boy. What are you doing here? We thought we told you fucks to stop showing your faces around here." Oh, okay, this situation is starting to become worst and worst every second.

Firstly, they have baseball bats and crowbars and pipes as weapons. The twins would only beat you until you were unconscious.

This guys will either kill you or break your bones.

Secondly, he is yelling at you. At any minute now, the twins and their friends will come back to see what's happening.

"- Look, this has to be a misunderstanding- I-I'm not here to fight!" You're here to get the fuck out!

"- Awn, did you get lost?"

"- Must be pretty bad not having mommy and daddy to pick you up."

"- Will they miss their spoiled little brat?"

Some of the boys taunt you. Laughing in the process.

They keep mentioning something about you being a rich kid. Maybe is because of your uniform?

Most kids that go to Amaryllis Academy come from rich families. And although your parents paid for your education at the academy, you're nowhere near as wealthy as the other students. Pretty much the contrary.

"- I'm, I'm not-" You try to come up with something. Something to explain why you're here, and why they shouldn't break you down.

Nothing comes up.

"- What's your name?" Says the brown haired boy. Ignoring his friends comments about you.

"- [Y/N]." You say timidly as the boy starts to walk towards you. You give one step back and he comes faster, making you too scared of running away.

He is in front of you. Staring at your eyes.

"- So, what are you-" He was about to ask something, when someone comes in screaming your name.

"- [Y/N]!!! There you-" Adrien was caught off when he saw the boy and the other guys surrounding you. Alexandra face screams surprise and disgust.

"- …"

Both parties look at each other. Silent treats are being made just with stares. You're so glad you don't know what the fuck is going on.

The tension in the alley grows immensely. Everyone is silent for a solid minute before the boy on your side says something.

"- Would you look at that, our pretty boy brought to us some friends." He says while he wrap his arm around your shoulder. You can tell he is trying to piss the twins and is working.

"- Evening, Jack. Didn't notice we were in the sewers until I saw you rats." Both twins cross their arms. Honestly, if you could move, you would use their little conversation as a distraction and go home.

"- Yeah, if you don't like it here, why am I'm seeing your ugly faces?" Says the boy on your shoulder, apparently named Jack. You start to feel a little embarrassed about his arm around you. You aren't in the discussion, yet you're in-between them.

"- Because you have eyes."

"- And clearly you lack them, since you're in our territory, schmuck."

They keep going on, and honestly you don't care about any past relationships your bullies have with this guy, you just, really want to go home and take a bath. You honestly stopped paying attention at a certain point. You can only hear yelling and stuff.

You zoomed out for a bit, until you feel something harshly press itself own your face.

Oh, the whole alley went silent. Everyone looks shocked, well, except for Jack who is grinning at the twins, and one of his friends who has the biggest smile you can think of.

And then you noticed what actually happened, Jack had successfully kissed your cheek. You aren't exactly happy with that, but hey, the twins look pissed.

That's a win!

"- How about this?" Jack says smugly towards them.

They're furious, you don't know what just happened, but they ended giving up on beating you up.

And by that, they decided they wanted to beat the shit out off Jack.

Their friends are holding them so they can't actually do it. Bummer, you wanted to see them fight.

Apparently they can't start a fight with this guys right here, because that would start an even bigger fight between schools, but you don't care, this is great!

If you keep Jack by your side, they can't do anything!!

"- Get out of my face." Jack says, and the twins go away. They're going to kill you for not coming with them, but going to do worse with Jack for protecting your ass. It'll be worth it.

You start to walk towards the direction of your home, and you thank Jack, thinking that nothing bad will happen.

And of course.

Something bad happened.

"- Hey, where the hell are you going?"

"- Uhn, home?" You answer a little confused, after all, they didn't want you to be there in the first place.

"- What, just like that? I think you don't know how things work around here."

He stand his hand towards you. Oh, money? Is that what he wants for helping you out?

You pick whatever you got on your pocket, 3 bucks, and put in his hand.

"- Sigh.." He sighs, and then grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, making you stare at his eyes.

"- …." He is thinking about his next words. And you're thinking about how much better would it be if you just when home earlier!

"- I'll see you tomorrow." He whispers in your ear so that his friends don't hear (bitch, they already know-). He is not asking, he is commending you to come back here.

Well, at least he didn't take the money. You managed to come home safe and sound.

"- And that's gentlemen, why the cute ones are the worst." Jack says, lighting a cigarette with his buddies against the wall. Annoyed at the thoughts of seeing you again. Thoughts that can't go away.

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#sheep stuff #yandere #yandere oc #yandere bullying #yandere drawing #yandere x reader #yandere twins #yandere scenarios #yandere delinquent #yandere oc x reader #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh #male reader #male x male #yandere male #I shouldn't have written yaoi #I'm sorry

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lucyjadesilverson · 4 years ago

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Just Jimin

Note: All characters are speaking Korean but you guys will read it as English.

Jimin's pov.

Today had been such a long day, not necessarily a bad one, just a stress filled one. I'd finished my new sing which I was so excited about. But planning our next tour and practicing was exhausting.

I was finally home and in bed. Yet I couldn't sleep. I closed my eyes but sleep didn't come. I counted sheep but sleep didn't come. I drank warm milk, ice cold water, read, listen to music and still sleep didn't come.

The stress of the day was getting to me, and I needed fresh air. I snuck out of the apartment and made my way to my secret place. My feet stop just before the bridge. I always loved this place at night but was so peaceful compared to the day.

I walked onto the bridge, I didn't find any signs of life except for myself. I continued walking trying to clear my mind when a sigh caught my attention. I turned to see a young woman, she had a sketchpad on her lap and a pencil in her hand. The sketch was of the view of the harbour in front of her.

She was talented. Extremely from what I saw. I took a step closer, she was gorgeous, wow truly beautiful. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. I saw her notice me from the corner of her eye but she ignore me.

Then she spoke making me jump...

Your pov.

"You know. If you're gunna stare at a girl the least you can do is tell her your name." You said looking up at him.

"You don't—-I mean you.."

"I know who you are." You said with a casual tone. He sat down next to you on the bench.

"Then why—-"

"Why aren't I screaming and asking for an autograph? Because you're a person. A normal person, who seems stressed out and I think you came here to get away just like I did. So, I'll treat you like you're just Jimin" He looked at you shocked.

No one had ever referred to him as a normal person before. And the last time he was around someone new who didn't freak out was a long time ago. This was new to him. For the next hour they sat in comfortable silence. You didn't want to talk and he didn't want to leave. Until—

"I've got to get home." You spoke standing up. He looked towards you with a smile. You felt your knees go weak at the sight.

"I'll see you around 'just Jimin'" you said before walking away. You had got halfway down the bridge before a hand grabbed you wrist, you spun around to see the same dark cap.

"You know my name, it's only fair you tell me yours." He said panting slightly. You paused slightly before answering.

"Y/N"

"Y/N." He repeated trying it out for himself.

"I like it—" he said looking up to find you'd already gone.

"Y/N" he smiled to himself.

Two week time skip brought to you by Namjoon breaking something.

"Yah! Get up!"

Your eyes opened to the sound of your best friend's voice. Taeyeon.

"What?!"

"There are pictures of you and Jimin. BTS's Jimin all over social media!" She practically screamed.

"Stop yelling! I just woke up!" I whined. She groaned loudly pulling the bedsheets off of me.

"Taeyeon!"

"Y/N!" She mimicked me.

"What's the big deal?" I said blankly.

"What's the big deal? Are you kidding me? We're not just talking about any hot guy. WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THE HOT GUY OF ALL HOT GUYS AND YOU WERE ON A BRIDGE HOLDING HANDS WITH HIM!"

"We weren't holding hands—-wait I thought Taehyung was your bias?" I said raising an eyebrow.

"He is! And we're not talking about me, this is about you. Look at these!" She said excitedly handing me her iPad. On them were pictures of Jimin and I on the bridge. Us talking, to him grabbing my wrist and him asking my name. It was all there from different angles.

I sighed before shrugging. I knew I should of been more surprised, freaked out even, but what did I expect? Jimin was very very popular. And had a whole lot of fans. Good and bad. If I met him, either the whole world would have know about it or no one would have.

It didn't particularly bother me. I read through the comments and their were all really positive.

"She's really pretty"

"I want her waistline"

"They look like a cute couple"

"Jimin deserves to finally have someone"

"Hope he treats her well."

I smiled to myself. Jimin, treating me well? Being with him? Wow, what a thought.

A ringing noise brought me out of my zoned out face. I turned to my phone to see an unknown number calling. I picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Miss Y/N L/N?"

"Yes this is she."

"I'm calling from BigHit Entertainment. We need you to come in and sign some papers if that's okay. It's to do with a confidentiality agreement. That's all I know."

"Of course. I can come in today?"

"Wonderful. I'll notify BTS's manager at once."

"Okay. Thankyou."

"Have a nice day Miss."

I hung up before looking at a confused Taeyeon.

"I need you to drop me off at the BigHit building. Now."

TIME SKIP BY YEONTAN BEING CUTEEEEEE.

"I'm very sorry about this." Their manager said.

"No it's fine honestly. I understand."

"It was nice meeting you Miss. L/N."

"You too sir."

He nodded and bowed before walking away. You sighed deeply.

"Y/N!" You turned to find Jimin looking at me with his crescent moon eyes and a wide smile. You sized him up and definitely liked what you saw. He wore a white shirt tucked into black dress pants and black loafers. It was simple but hot.

"Hey, I thought I might run into you here." You smiled at him. He chuckled.

"Come on, I wanna show you something." He said happily pulling on your hand. You blushed harshly under the gazes of trainees and staff as Jimin gripped your hand tighter. He noticed the redness growing on your cheeks and smirked a little.

We walked down a hallway, there seemed to be music studios all the way down, Jimin spotted someone who he waved at, you looked and saw a glimpse of BTS's Jin before he pulled you to a room, on the door it read "studio 4", he opened the door and pulled you inside.

He gestured to a spinny chair, you sat down while he pressed a few buttons. He made his way into the sound booth. He put on the headphones and stood in front of a microphone.

"Listen." He said into the mic. I nodded and listened as he started singing. His voice was angelic and beautiful, thoughts of him singing you to sleep or while you danced together entered your mind.

"..... cause you're mine, I just wanna blow your mind." He looked deep into my eyes singing this part. You blushed thinking he was saying that to you. A few minutes later the song was over.

"What do you think?" He asked biting his lip nervously.

"It's beautiful. Is it new?" You asked.

"Yeah I wrote it recently, after getting some new....inspiration." He said smiling to himself.

"Well I think it's amazing. Your voice is too." You said making him smile.

"Thankyou. That means a lot." He looked nervous.

"Y/N, I was wondering..." he played with his fingers looking at you. "Would you like to have dinner with me?" He said. You looked surprised. But a smirk made its way onto your face.

"Like a d-date?" You asked making him nod.

"I'd like that." You said making him grin happily.

"Great! Come by my place at 7 tonight. Here's the address." He said writing down the address on a piece of paper and giving it to you.

"Umm...." he looked worried.

"What?" He asked.

"I don't mean to sound like a total girl, but what do I wear?" He giggled looking at you sweetly.

"Just dress in whatever's comfortable." I nodded.

"Okay. See you then." I waved before leaving the studio and bighit.

Time skip brought to you by Taehyung ripping his trousers.

You waited outside the door. Your whole body felt tingly and your stomach had butterflies. A few deep breaths helped you keep your cool. You lifted your hand and pressed the doorbell button.

"Deep breaths." You whispered to yourself.

The door opened to reveal Jimin in dark blue jeans and a plain black tee shirt. He smiled at you.

"Hey come on in." You did as he said. He closed the door behind you and before you went in any further he bent down in front of you. You looked at him confused before looking at the slippers he placed in front of you.

You giggled blushing lightly before slipping off your shoes, Jimin pushed the slippers on your feet. He took your bag and coat gently and placed them on the hook.

"Come." He said softly taking your hand. You arrived at a kitchen with the smell of food coming from it. You peered over the counter to see what was being cooked but Jimin covered your eyes with his hands from behind.

"No peaking. It's a surprise." He whispered in your ear. A shiver ran down your spine feeling his hot breath against your skin. You brought your hands up to his removing them from your eyes but holding on to them.

"Y/N," you turned around at the sound of his voice, "I like you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the first time we met. You were——are so different from everyone else." A deep shade of red tinted your cheeks. His eyes sparkled noticing it.

"I like you too. You've been on my mind so much, it's like all I can think about is you." You said looking down shyly.

"Can I, kiss you?" Your breath hitched at his request.

"Yes..."

His hands slipped from yours and came up to your cheeks. He cupped them gently and leaned in. Your eyes fluttered closed when you felt his soft plump lips against yours. You fingers slid through his hair tugging slightly. He nipped at your bottom lip asking for permission and you granted it happily. Your tongues fought for domination over the kiss. You gave in as he pushed you against the wall gently. A moan slipped from you and you felt him smile against your lips.

He pulled back. You were both breathless but smiling. You felt your cheeks burn. He tucked a stray hair behind your ear and kissed your cheek.

"I'm gunna like being 'just Jimin' with you."

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