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bomber-grl · 4 months

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New years kiss

Damian Wayne x Gn!reader

Now that the holidays were wrapping up there was just one more around the corner, new years.

You honestly spend such a good time with the Wayne family on Christmas, which is celebrated in the family more as a way to be with one another rather than religious purposes.

That day was spectacular, honestly more so since you got even closer to kissing your boyfriend.

Ok ok sure, it’s a bit weird to not have kissed earlier but you’ve only been dating for a little while, you should really cut yourself some slack.

Your train of thought was wiped away as soon as Damian called your name.

“Huh?” You look up from your seat at school.

“I said if you’d like to spend new years with my family” he said, more than obviously trying to seem nonchalant about it all.

“Ummm sure! I don’t mind” you said in response and Damian just shrugged and walked away once the bell rung.

It was so cold in Gotham and although you were initially reluctant at accepting Damian’s offer of having Alfred pick you up, you’re glad as hell you did.

The car soon stopped in front of Wayne manor and Alfred opened the door for you.

The sharp contrast of outside making you really want to just stay inside the car but you really shouldn’t keep Alfred, or Damian for the matter, waiting.

Once you stepped inside and removed your coat and scarf Damian approached you and took you into his arms.

“Your cheeks are cold” he said as he touched your cheek with his hand.

“Yea I guess so” you leaned your head against said hand that was then yanked away.

“Awww how cute” the voice said teasing the both of you

You whipped around and saw Tim.

“when’s the wedding?”

“Ugh shut up Tim” he took you by the hand and walked off into his room while you heard Tim laugh.

Damian quickly plopped down onto his bed and motioned you to lay besides him just as fast.

“What’s got you all worked up?” You asked, half teasing half genuine.

“Nothing” He turned around and had his back to you.

You probably would’ve been a bit upset at his reaction but his more than evident blush on his ears and neck just made you even more curious.

Well for now you’ll leave it, next time tho, you’ll definitely pry.

The next thing you knew you were being called down to dinner that you’d best describe as chaotic.

I mean sure, there was teasing from more than enough people but more than anything everyone was having a good time, yourself included.

Eventually though, the sun set and the sky darkened, the time that everyone had been waiting for finally arrived.

“Finally” cass said in passing as she stretched a bit and got some of the fireworks and passed them out amongst everyone with the help of Grayson.

You and Damian stayed with the group and lit fireworks for the majority of the night but eventually you two broke off from them and chose to sit on the roof.

Of course only after you were told to keep safe and not to do anything risky.

“Here take my hand” Damian offered you a hand at finally climbing to the top of the roof, a mission you successfully accomplished.

“Phew I was honestly kind of worried that while climbing up here things would go south” you said as you let out sigh and sat comfortably.

“Same but I’m glad we just got this view” Damian motioned to the fact you can see a good part of Gotham and it’s lights.

“Yea…” you said as you stared in awe and Damian was doing something else you didn’t quite register.

No! You had to focus, this was the night you were going to have your first kiss with Damian.

“Wow I can’t believe it’s almost 12” he said as he held his phone, finally breaking you out of your train of thought.

“Yea, it’s crazy how long it’s been since we met” you said reminiscing.

“Yea.. remember when -“ you were quickly shut up by Damian’s hand over your mouth, his head was hung low and spoke softly.

With obvious confusion blatant on your face he began to speak louder, “don’t… don’t say anything while we’re at the manor, anything we say can possibly be listened to and… I’d rather not have Tim or anyone else black mail me”.

With him saying this you’d assume he was angry, but it was difficult to take him seriously when there was blush from his ears to his cheeks.

“Pffffttt— haha! Seriously Damian you’re too cute!” You start laughing as you playfully push him.

“No I’m not!” Was what Damian said among other things that were lost to the sound of your laughter.

After you finally calmed down you looked at Damian and took note of his obvious pout.

“Hey” you placed both hands on his cheeks and gently moved his face to mirror that of your own.

“What?” He said trying his best to keep stoic

“What if… we kissed?” Immediately Damian’s eyes widened and his blush returned at full force.

“Like..right now?” He asked, clearly treading carefully with how it came out as a whisper.

“Yes, only if you want to though” you said bashfully but still giving him room to back away if he didn’t want to.

His eyes avoided yours but ultimately his body language told you all you needed to know .

The two of you calmed down and there was nothing but silence.

Then the two of you leaned in, you could sense his body stiffen up and so you moved your hand over to grab his.

His body relaxed into the kiss and interlocked your hands.

The two of you flew apart and looked towards the source once you heard the loud bangs, fireworks decorating the night sky and illuminating Damian’s flushing face in the dark.

You quickly grabbed your phone and it read-

12:00 a.m Jan. 1st

“Hey Damiannnnn” you said as you chose to call him on your cell while lazing around.

It as only a few days later and you were talking to Damian once again, at first it was a bit awkward and Shy but baby steps.

“Yknow Damian…” you said trailing off

“What?” He said obviously distracted with something else.

“I can’t believe it’s been a year since I saw you-“

*beep*

….

He hung up…

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complete-clownery · 2 months

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my new OCs (both of them nameless)

This is actually how they look like

Hahaha yeah so now that I can finally talk about them (since they're still nameless I'm just going to call them Tarsier and Pygmy)

Here's little backstory for them and how they got to know eachother:

Both of them a street rats with no families,

Pygmy's been a wanderer since their childhood, they were found by a wanderer human woman who was traveling with her small troop, they took them in for a while but eventually left them in a random village the troop was passing trough, when Pygmy was around 10, they got fucked up over that obviously but adapted to the situation pretty easily. Now they're 26 and never really feeling the need to settle down anywhere, they just have to keep on moving for some reason. Oh yeah also Pygmy is born mute (maybe that's why they were left behind by their biological parents) they never learned sign language cuz there was no one to teach it to them, they got their own version of it tho,,, manedged to get them this faar, so that's good enough. They also like to keep a low profile

Tarsier is a bit different, he had a family. He lived together with his mother, but they were poor and after a particularly cold winter his mother died from an illness, he was around 6 years old at the time and now on the streets alone. He somehow survived living on scraps and learning the art of theft. Actually later on when he was 12 and a decent pickpocket some demon gang took him in, but due to complications (that he definitely did not brought up on himself) he had to leave the troop (more like flea). Now he's 24 and goes from village to village now being an excellent pickpocket and a snarky bitch gets in a lot of fucking trouble wherever he goes. he also doesn't know when to shut up, and has made a lot of enemies throughout his years (his extremely annoying too)

His first encounter with Pygmy was pretty funny too.

Tarsier took their wallet, tho not so long after Pygmy being just as streetsamrt as Tarsier is, noticed the missing purce and chased down Tarsier.

Tho Pygmy isn't really a fighter, they learned some tricks while constantly on the road, beat up Tarsier who is an even worse fighter (and massive coward), or more like was about to beat up Tarsier but he promised he would make up for Pygmys troubles by navigating them thought the particularly big village and getting them a place to sleep.

Pygmy was sceptical at first, but been dying for a real bed so they took the offer, tho they were rightfully sceptical cuz that night they got in trouble for breaking in an inn and stealing food, Tarsier obviously tried to put the blame on Pygmy, with no luck tho, cuz others have recognized him as a thief, so they had to run for their lifes

They ended up getting out alive of the village eventually. Pygmy was extremely fed up with Tarsiers shenanigans, but they ended up going in the same direction, also for some reason Tarsier decided that Pygmy is his new favorite person and stuck to them like a leech (much to Pygmys displeasure)

And I have no idea how did they manadge to warm up to eachother, but that happend and now they're sworn broths/siblings, partners in crime, trouble makers, fuck yeah

That's about all the info I can give to you about them

#clown does art #lmk #lego monkey kid oc #lmk oc art #lmk oc #jttw oc #monkey oc #monkey #original character #oc lore

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silent-stories · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐓𝐋 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏

Summary: When Y/N needs help on a hunt, she doesn't expect Bobby to send Dean Winchester to her. Now the two must work together to solve the case and Dean has to deal with Y/N's sarcastic and biting personality, that maybe he likes a little too much.

Pairing: Dean × F!Reader

Warnings: just some swearing

Word count: 2168

Series

It was early morning when Dean's phone rang in the motel room where the brothers were spending the night.

"Hello?" Dean said sleepily after glancing at Sam as he sat up on the bed next to his, his arm in a cast because of yesterday's hunt. He probably should have taken a break from work for a while.

“Dean, it's Bobby. I found you a case, well not me exactly.”

"Awesome! And I thought I could sleep for two hours in a raw."

"'Oh shut up. So, do you want this case or not?”

"What is it about?"

"I have no idea. Y/N called me, she says she's never seen anything like this, she needs backup."

"Y/N? Oh c'mon..."

She was an excellent hunter, a ruthless professional. A person perhaps a little too sarcastic and stubborn, of those who never admitted they were wrong even if they knew perfectly well they were.

"Don't complain. Y/N is a smart girl! And I know you like her even if you pretend you don't, okay?”

"What? No I…" Dean was interrupted by a low, mocking laugh.

"Okay, okay." He said rolling his eyes, even though Bobby couldn't see it. "Sam has a broken arm, he can't hunt like this."

His brother snorted.

"He can stay with me until you are dome with this hunt." Bobby replied.

Dean glanced at Sam, who didn't look really convinced.

"Okay. Where's Y/N?"

"Toledo, Ohio. You can find her at the Devil Return Motel, room 12."

Dean couldn't help but smile, he was sure she had chosen a motel with that name on purpose.

That fucking case had forced her to ask for help, something she didn't do often. Y/N was poring over everything she could glean from searches around the town but she couldn't come to a logical conclusion.

Bernard Dubois, the first victim, had been attacked in his residence and then deprived of all nails and eyes. Other pieces of flesh that appeared to have been bitten off the body were also missing.

Mark Stern, on the other hand, the second victim, seemed to have had less luck: this one had been found in the garden of his residence without teeth, in addition to nails and eyes.

Y/N had been in that town for two days now and that "thing" had already caused two deaths. One dead a day wasn't a good pace and she knew she couldn't do it alone.

When she heard a knock at the door she got up from the old brown couch and went to open it, expecting some old bearded and experienced hunter: she had specified to Bobby how weird this hunt was.

Protected by the chain, she opened the door a little, remaining impassive on seeing Dean.

Dean Winchester was one of the best hunters she'd ever met, hell maybe the best ever but working with him was always terribly difficult for both of them. But that didn't make her like him any less, she just had to put on a little show.

"Y/N, how long! Are you going to let me in or…?” and she closed the door again, almost slamming it in his face.

"Hey!" She heard him on the other side.

She rolled her eyes and moved the bolt so she could finally open the door. Moving away from the entrance they reached the center of the room.

"Don't you check that i'm not a monster or something?"

He asked surprised by such a... frivolous welcome.

When she turned to answer him, she looked up at the ceiling and Dean did the same.

"Anti-demon" nodded Dean seeing the pentacle painted in black. "I would have made it under the rug tho," he added, receiving a look that could have incinerated him instantly.

"What if I was something else?" He asked closing the door behind him.

“I've fitted a silver handle and the mirror says you're not a shapeshifter. Do you want to do your job now or do you want to continue humiliating yourself?” She smiled at him victorious, handing him the sheets with the newspaper articles.

A case with Dean Winchester. It was going to be a hell of a hunt.

Anyone in their right mind would have preferred to stay away from that manipulative and sometimes even seemingly selfish woman. Only apparently, Dean thought, he knew that behind that facade there was a part of her that she didn't show very often. Dean had known her for a long time, they had worked together several times, since before Sam left Stanford to go looking for John with him.

Dean dropped the bag on the mattress and walked over to the table covered in photos and documents, placing his hands on opposite sides of it, followed by Y/N.

On the table, photos and medical records continued to dance before her eyes, as if they were reproaching her incompetence.

"I'll set everything on fire once I find that son of a bitch" she muttered annoyed starting to move the sheets for the umpteenth time, so that they could compare the victims.

Origins, frequented places, age, job, physical traits: everything seemed to not coincide. This implied a lack of pattern.

"Which of the monsters we know prefers to eat the side dish rather than the main course?" She asked Dean, sometimes having the same sarcasm as someone else was an advantage.

Dean gave the papers one last look and then sat down on the edge of the bed. "Rugaru?" He tried passing the list over in his mind.

"A picky Rugaru? I doubt it" Y/N disagreed as she continued to stare at those papers which by now she knew by heart. “Besides, there were animals footprints at both crime scenes.”

"So-"

“Werewolves? Are you serious?" She anticipated him turning her head in his direction just to be able to throw him one of her "and I should collaborate with you?" looks.

“And I said animals footprints. More animals.”

She moved to what should have been the kitchen and picked up a book she'd forgotten on the counter while taking a snack break from her research. She threw it at him without even a warning, at least he still had quick reflexes.

"Otters" she anticipated him again when he saw him open the book, helped by the post-it that marked the offending page.

"Otters? Are you kidding me?" Dean gave her a questioning and somewhat incredulous look.

“Not this time. Otters and dogs" she added, opening the mini bar to get a beer just for her. Little sense of welcome, definitely.

She felt like she was playing Guess Who, but it was a very long and definitely not funny game.

Dean leafed through the book and then went back to reading the documents scattered on the table.

"C'mon, Sherlock. I'm sure you can do it." he teased him opening her beer and taking a long drink.

In both cases the men had been deprived of eyes and nails, feet and hands.

"What creature prefers eyeballs to human flesh?" He asked to himself, trying to remember if he had ever read anything like this in John's journal. Obviously he knew those pages, every note that John had written had been assimilated in a short time during his father's absence. So he was pretty sure John Winchester's diary wasn't going to help him. To make sure, however, he decided to take a quick look.

He sat back on the bed, and pulled his source of information from his duffel bag, the thing that had kept Sam and Dean going all those years. He leafed through it quickly but carefully until he reached the last page. He closed the journar, resigned and he sighed.

"Well, that's weird," he said. "Did the two gentlemen here have absolutely nothing in common?"

"As far as I know, no," Y/N answered after sipping his beer, shrugging. “One of them even lived outside Toledo.”

"But his body was found dead here, right?" the man asked again. Y/N nodded.

"Nah! There must be something. There's always something." He put the diary back in the bag and returned to concentrating on the documents of the victims. He turned to look at the girl, his eyes narrowed.

"Did you check if the two guys knew each other?" he asked, receiving only a suspicious silence in response.

From her guilty expression, he knew perfectly well that the idea hadn't even crossed her mind.

Dean chuckled amused and also very pleased.

“I take that as a no,” he said, patting her on the shoulder. "Don't worry, it happens to the best of us."

He turned away from her and went to arrange his things on the couch in the corner of the room.

“Tomorrow morning we're going to talk to the families of these two. Now it's late and we should sleep."

If she could, she would have hit herself.

How could she not think of such a thing? She had focused so much on love matters to understand if it could be a passionate revenge that she had totally forgotten to ask their families for confirmation. She knew everything about the lives of those fucking dudes and not if they knew each other.

And did you need a Winchester get it? She admonished herself inwardly, shaking her head.

Y/N glanced at Dean as he dropped his dark red shirt and T-shirt on the back of the armchair in front of the couch. “So, do you wanna sleep or not? I bet you haven't slept in at least fifty hours.”

He, on the other hand, hadn't slept for three days. He had had a very difficult case that had given him a hard time and he had also had to take Sam to the hospital, which hunters only did when things were really bad and he had been in the waiting room for hours and then returned at the motel with a pissed off Sam about his arm in a cast.

He hadn't even had time to close his eyes before he got Bobby's call, which was why he was there now.

“You don't need to worry about me, Dean. I have to get some stuff ready for tomorrow." Y/N retorted without even glancing at him, busy fiddling with fake FBI badges.

«No offence, sweetheart, but you don't look really good» insisted Dean, also stripping of his jeans to freely remain half naked. "You should sleep."

«Never as much as you, love. With those dark circles you have, even the monster we're dealing with would run away» she retorted choosing the most suitable badge for that case and leaving it on the table.

"Now shut up and sleep." she said firmly trying to convince him.

But Dean didn't seem to want to listen to her. Of course, he wanted to sleep and send her to hell but he just couldn't do it knowing that she stayed awake when she needed to sleep too.

Y/N fumbled some more with the things in her bag and then turned back to Dean, finding him still wide awake, staring at her.

She huffed, finally giving in and Dean had to hide a smile.

“You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?” She complained as she began to pull off her shoes, followed by her socks and jeans.

"I take the couch?" Dean said uncertainly as she pulled on an extra large t-shirt.

“Didn't you say you wanted to sleep? Well, I assure you that it's impossible to sleep on that couch» she shook his head as he approached the bed and lifted the sheets. «I don't bite, Dean» she invited him to follow her, sitting down on the bed.

"I mean, yes, I bite, but not now," she corrected herself with a guilty smile, leaning back on the bed with his arms folded. "So?"

They were just like cat and dog, except that they fought like an old married couple, but still cared about each other.

Dean raised his eyebrows, thinking about her proposal and moved his gaze to the couch which, to be honest, looked really questionable. Leather, a little scratched at the seams and with not exactly accommodating cushions. He looked at the bed and then once more at Y/N, who was patting the empty seat next to her.

Dean sighed and finally moved. He lay down next to her and rested his head on the pillow, it wasn't the first time they'd shared a bed, only it had been almost a year since the last time.

Maybe, the last time had been when, after drinking a little too much, they had almost ended up doing something else in that bed. They both pretended not to remember that night, anyway.

"Why isn't Sam with you?" she asked.

"Broken arm, he's staying at Bobby's." He murmured in an already sleepy voice.

"Now we should rest," he said then, settling on his side, facing right at her. “Try not to stare at me too much while I sleep, okay?”

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theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass · 1 year

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Kalon | Pt. 4

Beauty that is more than skin-deep.

Jimin x staff!reader

Summary : you have been working at hybe for/with BTS for a few years and have become great friends with them. Suddenly Jimin starts acting different with you and you can‘t help but get upset because you secretly have a crush on him:(

Genre/Tropes : angst, jealousy, friends to lovers (more like idiots to lovers tho), painful blindness of the two…

Word count : ~1.7K

A/N : I love when it snows with big fluffy snowflakes, it makes me think of snowflower<3 Do you like snow?

Series masterlist<3

The next day you enter BTS practice room unwillingly, your body clad in oversize joggers and a matching long sweatshirt that hid your body from any praying eyes, as you were commanded to collect Jimin for his outfit check, while the other staff got other boys. You considered asking one of the other staff to switch with you, but that would have started a rumor about you and Jimin being enemies or what not… although it did feel as if you were his enemy as of lately judging by the treatment you’d received not even 12 hours ago.

This morning Jimin managed to look even worse than he did last night, and he felt even worse than he looked if that was even possible.

“When did you come in last night? I don’t think I heard you” Namjoon was fulfilling his leaderly duty, questioning Jimin on his whereabouts.

‘I don’t remember because I lost track of time crying in the studio because I’m a total fuck up’ Jimin wanted to say as he looked into his friends caring eyes, but settled on a simpler explanation.

“I slept at the studio.”

“Jimin you can’t sleep in the studio when we’re practicing every day, you need some proper rest if you wanna do well” Jin waved his hands in the air. Jin wasn’t blind he’d seen the way his friend had been acting lately with you and with the band. Something was very wrong and if Jimin continued to ignore those around him it would become a huge problem that they did not need a few months before their tour.

Jin’s voice instantly aggravated Jimin. If this conversation had taken place weeks prior, Jimin would be apologizing to his elders and doing just as they told him. However the present Jimin hated his hyung with a passion, because he, without actually doing anything, proved Jimin that he was third-rate compared to Jin.

You come closer to the three boys lounging on the floor keeping your moves as quiet as possible to not irritate Jimin. Your heart is beating like crazy and your whole body is stiff as a rock when you finally approach them.

“Jimin could you please come with me for the outfit check?” you barely meet his eyes, scared to see the same expression from yesterday glaring at you making you feel no bigger than a pebble and no smaller than a whale at the same time…

Jin and Namjoon share a confused look.

Jimin doesn’t say a word, his eyes never leaving your face, which is sadly hidden behind your hair. He exhales deeply and gets up heading for the door.

Guilt is swarming him, all he wishes to do is apologize to you for what happened yesterday, to set things straight again. He could no longer fool himself that ignoring your existence or raining down on everyone around him was in any way comforting.

You also turn toward the door now that his eyes are no longer burning your face and take a step when a warm hand catches your arm.

Your eyes shift to a concerned expression on your best friends face.

“Are you alright?” Jin voice is smooth and soothing, like cool gel on burnt skin.

“I’m fine” you reassure him, not wanting to bring your friend into your mess.

You can see that Jin doesn’t really trust your words or your ‘reassuring’ smile and hesitantly lets go of your hand when you put your hand on his signaling him to let you go.

Jimin is standing at the door watching the scene, once again an outsider. Hurt and anger reach a boiling point in him again. Jin’s hand on yours and the way your eyes never left his face, it was all so angering to Jimin. His anger towards you two becomes sadness and his eyes gloss over with new unshed tears.

That is all he had ever wanted, that kind of warmth from you, being able to share glances and comforting touches with you… But he was not the kind of guy that you liked.

You liked a man like Jin, an older man, one that was tall, had a soft voice and a strong body and of course was undeniably handsome.

To Jimin, he was nothing like the man described and on top of all, a total wreck that couldn’t even treat his friend well.

The two of you walk wordlessly to the dressing room and you lead him to a room with his name plastered on the door. He enters after you, closing the door behind himself.

You quickly shuffle through racks of clothes searching for a particular one that you had to go over today, while Jimin awkwardly stands by the door trying to get a grip on his emotions.

You finally find the hanger that you were looking for and unzip it, checking out the outfit within.

Usually these outfit checks were a fun thing between you and Jimin. You’d joke around without any tension, even though he had to take his shirt of multiple times in front of you, but you always kept your composure, as did he.

Now you didn’t know how to approach him while holding the shirt in your hands. It was full of buttons on the front and back, ones that he’d not reach to fasten himself.

You let out a shaky exhale and Jimin takes notice of your anxious state and decides that he must somehow diffuse this tension or he’ll suffocate.

“Need me to put that one on?” he cringes when it comes out harsher than he intended due to his gravelly voice.

“Yes… please” you nod handing him the shirt, still not lifting your head.

He takes it from you, your hands gently brushing against one another and you retract your hand as if he’d burned you. A big sign leaves his lips and he turns from you to put the shirt on. It feels foreign to turn away from you, as if he was hiding something, when before he’d take his shirt off the moment you entered the dressing room only to see the scarlet shade emerge on your cheeks.

At the back of his mind he knew that he’ll never be able to make you blush, because now you had someone to who your heart belonged and your heart recognizes only that someone.

Jimin slips out of his t-shirt and stares at the buttoned shirt his mind going blank. He tries to unfasten the buttons, slide his head in but still finds no way to put his body inside the shirt.

The shirt is bunched into a frustrated ball in his hands as he approaches you. You finally lift your head to look at the shirt only to be met with Jimin’s naked chest.

Your jaw goes slack and your eyes widen jumping from his chest to his eyes. Jimin breaks into a grin seeing your shocked expression.

“Mind helping me a bit? I can’t seem to figure out how this works… it’s so weird…” he chuckles out of embarrassment and your heart finally stills, anxiety dissociating with every word he says to you.

“Yes, sure” the corners of your lips pull up slightly which makes Jimin’s heart come alive. You take the shirt from his hands and methodically unbutton the garment in seconds which makes him chuckle.

“That’s why you’re the best” he mumbles under his breath but you don’t catch a word too focused on putting the shirt on him.

“Just put your hands through here and turn around, I’ll button you up”

He obeys your commands without a second thought, turning his back to you once he’d put his hands in.

A gasp leaves your lips when his back comes into view. It’s fully littered with bruises of different sizes and colours, indicating that some were new ones and some dating back a few weeks.

“Jimin… your back... what happened to-o your back?” the words barely roll out of your mouth. The image already imprinted in your brain leaves distaste on your tongue.

“It’s nothing” he’s quick to disregard your care, feeling an absolute idiot for showing himself to you. He should have remembered the way his back looked after the extensive dance training he’d been doing.

“Jimin this is not nothing, it looks horrible” you try to get an answer from him but seem to steer him into the wrong direction.

“Well nobody asked you what it looks like. Don’t like it, don’t look.” He snarled at you, but you were not backing down this time.

“It’s not about how it looks visually, gosh Jimin what is up with you lately? You’re totally out of it and now your back? You have to tell me what’s wrong; I could help you, the boys care about you too. We’re all friends here so don’t push us away” you try knocking into his heart but Jimin only sees red at the mention of his band mates, because believe it or not his mind can only conjure an image of his hyung and you together being ‘friends’.

“You’re a staff Y/n. So just do your job and leave me alone.” he snaps at you, venom leaking from his words. You didn’t even notice when the bubbly atmosphere became a hellish cold with his words settling into your heart.

You step back from him creating distance, returning to your previous lone-sphere. Jimin lets out a frustrated sign and rips the shirt off of his body flinging it to the side before stomping out of the dressing room with his own t-shirt in hand.

You stumble back into a chair; your eyes adhered to the ruined shirt sitting on the floor of the now quiet room.

“What the hell…”

#bts #bts fic #bts x reader #bts angst #bts f2l #bts jimin #jimin angst #jimin fanfic #jimin x reader #park jimin #hurtcore #bts hurt/comfort

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ykwrites · 2 years

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Number Two- Bakugo Katsuki x fem!reader scenario

Pairing: Bakugo x fem!reader

Warnings: mdni, graphic descriptions of sex, no use of protection, reader has a vag

Rating: NSFW

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This post is part of my four days of bakugo event.

DID NOT PROOFREAD IT IS WHAT IT IS

That morning, grey and cold, was enough to jinx your entire day. Not a glimpse of sun passed through the clouds and you couldn´t help but curse between your teeth, mad at the world.

Was it bad luck? ''Maybe'', you thought while walking through the giant glass door of your agency´s building, hair dripping wet and feet completely soaked.

Not even the receptionist, who you were friendly with, dared to comment on your lack of an umbrella and disheveled look because of it and only greeted you with a very soft tone.

Some of your coworkers looked at you wide eyed, but they chose not to speak of it either.

This was a nightmare, torture really, and usually you would choose to go back home and change, but today that wasn´t a real option. Trying to do damage control, you got in your office and stripped down, shivering and putting every piece of clothing except your underwear on top of the heater.

It might look like you were exaggerating, but being all wet, having slept two hours the night before and the nerves to be perfect for a meeting that could change your career completely, you needed to move fast and do your best.

After a few minutes trying to warm up next to the heater, a knock on the door startled you, eyes instantly looking to find out you left it unlocked.

''I´m busy!''you blurted out, panicking.

''It´ll take a sec....OH MY GOD''a very red and startled Midoriya covered his eyes and closed the door shut.

You on the other hand, relaxed. If someone had to see you like this at least it was your best friend and not some random coworker.

''You can come in''

It took a couple minutes, but Midoriya ended up getting in, still covering his eyes.

''What are you doing naked in the office?''

''It’s pouring outside, I woke up late and didn’t bring an umbrella” you explained, rubbing your hands in an attempt to warm up “You can look, Midoriya, you’ve seen me in a bikini multiple times, it’s the same thing”

“If you say so”he huffed, finally removing the hand over his eyes “Why didn’t you go back home and change?”

Was he kidding? He knew about the meeting.

“I don’t know, maybe because I have a career-changing meeting I have to attend in half an hour”your tone came sarcastic and dry.

“Wasn’t it at 12?”

“It’s 11:30?”

Midoriya looked at his watch, eyebrows furrowed.

“10:30”

WHAT?

Not believing him, you checked the time on your computer instead of phone.

And he was fucking right.

This meant that all the fuss you went through didn’t even need to happen, you could’ve gone back home, but now that wasn’t an option.

Could this day get any fucking worse?

“At least my clothes will have more time to dry”you sat down, defeated.

Midoriya was silent for a second, clearly thinking until a very familiar smile appeared on his lips.

“What if I give you the dress shirt I have under this sweater?, I don’t have anything important to attend so no one will bat an eye”

“My pants are still soaked, tho”

“I’ll ask around for help to dry them faster” he quickly took your black dress pants from the heater.

He was determined, a problem solver as always and also your only hope.

“In that case, just dry my shirt too”

“It has brown spots, seems like a car splashed you with muddy water”

Resting your forehead on the desk, you gestured with your hand for him to leave, hearing the faint click of the door closing right after.

At least Midoriya was there, a best friend since highschool you could really rely on. This situation reminded you of the time a boy broke up with you in college and he showed up with Uraraka and a giant tub of icecream so you could all watch movies together. One of many occasions where he saved the day.

Your phone buzzed, a few messages from your boss popping on the screen to remind you of the meeting being held in now less than an hour.

As if you could fucking forget it.

''Y/n, it´s me''Midoriya´s voice was faint outside the office.

''Come in''

Like before, he entered quickly to make sure no one outside could see you, pants dry in his hands and his white dress shirt neatly folded over them.

''Here''he put them on your table ''Warm and dry''

Right, the fabric was warm to the touch.

''How did you dry them so fast?''you asked, standing up to put them on.

Your panties, being a much thinner material than the rest of your clothes, had dried on their own.

''Todoroki''

''Oh, you made him use his quirk for this?''

Everyone knew that Shoto avoided using that side of him.

''Don´t worry, I explained why you needed it and he wanted to help''

''I´ll thank him later, turn around''

Your friend complied and you took your bra off, still wet, and put the shirt on. It was obviously big on you, because your best friend has huge muscles, so you tied it at the bottom, undid the first few buttons and made it look as good as you could.

''Done''

''Looks good''Midoriya shoot you a smiley thumbs up.

''You saved my life once again”

“It’s no biggie”he shrugged it off ''The number one hero can´t be seen wearing dirty clothes''

''Number one hero?''you asked playfully, rising an eyebrow ''My best friend holds that title''

''Number two it is''

You scoffed, knowing not even that was a reality. Number two, much to your disgust, was Dynamight, stupid, rage filled and egotistic Bakugo Katsuki.

''Number two, ugh''you commented, exhasperated just by thinking about him.

''Come on, Katsuki is not that bad''

''I don´t understand why you defend him when he´s never been nice to you, or me''

''It´s not like that''

''Well, that´s how I see it''

''Give him a chan...''

Midoriya´s words were interrupted by a knock on the door, a faint woman´s voice telling you to please head to the meeting room.

You responded quickly with ''in a minute!'' and looked at your best friend, terrified. He gestured for you to follow him and walked beside you, holding your arm as if he was the one making you walk and then left right when you were about to enter the meeting room.

The layout around the ginormous black table was rather weird, your boss sat in the middle, a marketing employee on his right and...a fucking blonde on his left.

What was he doing there? Looking all uninterested and angry, even more than he usually was. Except for him, the other two greeted you.

''Please, sit''your boss spoke, pointing at the chair in front of them.

Confused, you complied, but kept silent for him to lead the conversation.

''We´ve been...thinking about how to make your popularity rise''your boss was careful with his words.

Suspicious.

''I believe we talked about me doing more press and tv appearances''you said ''Has that changed?''

''No, not at all''now the marketing guy spoke ''we just decided to go with a different perspective''

At that moment, Bakugo loudly scoffed, murmuring a ''yeah, sure'' that you chose to ignore.

''Okay...''you let your words trail off, wondering what all of this meant.

''Listen, I know the original idea was giving you more media attention by yourself, because you have great potential''your boss explained ''but we decided to give you a partner, one of the bests, so that spotlight can be even bigger''

Was he trying to say what you thought he was trying to say?

''What?''a bit pissed, you tried not to lose your composure ''Are you telling me that I´m not good enough by myself?''

''No!''marketing guy panicked ''We did some studies and surveys, the average citizen prefers a duo''

''Can I at least choose my partner?''

You already knew the answer, but still tried.

''No''Bakugo had the nerve to speak, enraged''And I can´t choose either''

You are so stupid, how didn´t you connect the fucking dots? THAT´S WHY BAKUGO WAS THERE, TO BE YOUR FUCKING PARNTER.

''Okay, then we can cancel all of this, I no longer want to do this''you backtracked, prefering to lose the opportunity.

''I´m afraid you can´t''your boss stood up, fixing his suit ''The contract you signed makes us promote and boost your career, but in return you are obligated to follow our guidelines''

''Please, I would rather keep things like they are now'' you pleaded.

''Not a choice, now''he gestured for the marketing guy to follow him ''Press conferences presenting the duo start next week''

''I believe you two went to highschool together, so this will be easy to do, but I would advise you to get to know each other further so the public can see a good and friendly relationship''

Just like that, you were left alone with Katsuki. In mere minutes, your whole plan to grow and become a more successful hero had burned down to ashes.

People might think being a hero is just that, saving lives and helping in important tasks, but in this capitalist world, marketing does more for a hero than their quirk.

Options were: doing what the agency wanted you to do or leaving and obviously losing your job. With a recently purchased flat and a cat to feed, the second wasn’t an option.

“You banging Deku?”

And your best friend said Bakugo wasn’t that bad…

“No”you answered rolling your eyes, arms crossed.

“Why are you wearing his shirt then?”he smiled, crooked and mean.

“Because mine got dirty”

“I believe ya”he clearly didn’t.

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t, but like that rando said: we should get to know each other better”

Your blood boiled as you stood up, ready to punch him directly on the throat if he kept talking.

When you stepped outside the room, Midoriya was already waiting, smile dropping as soon as he saw your face.

“What happened?”he came closer, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“They changed everything, I will no longer be doing what we agreed on earlier”

Talking to Bakugo or your boss, made it easy to transform every emotion to rage, but with your best friend, your walls crumbled and you could feel tears pooling in your eyes.

“What?”

''We're a fucking duo''the blonde menace explained before you could.

''That´s...not as bad, right? at least you´ll still get press''Midoriya-bless him- tried to make things sound positive.

''Next to this moron''

''Don´t be mean!''your best friend, sweet as always.

''It´s not like I want to do this shit either''Bakugo scoffed loudly.

''Shut up, Katsuki''

Before any of them could respond, you left practically running and locked yourself inside your office. In what felt like seconds, you gathered your things and left to go home.

You had patrol later that day, so you took a long and needed shower before eating and putting on your hero costume.

Nothing mayor happened, thankfully, because your head was in a different place the entire time, clouding your senses, much more focused on how pissed you were.

Bullshit.

Maybe you needed to look at this in a colder, more methodic way, using Dynamight´s popularity to your advantage, insulting or hitting him behind closed doors if he pissed you off.

Reminiscing the conversation with your boss, you frowned, finding it quite strange, they said the public wanted a duo, but pretty much everyone knew that you and Bakugo didn´t get along at all so.... why was he chosen to be your partner?

Midoriya would´ve made more sense, or not, because he was engaged to Ochako and publicity wise, the so called ''public'' rooted for couples or partners that could spark dating roumors, even if they were never going to come true.

Then, why not Todoroki? he was a better option, and some fans already shipped you with him.

Overwhelmed, you finished patrol and went back home at around midnight, and after another shower, you took out your phone in a terrible attempt to distract your stupid brain, instantly wanting to scream when a shit ton of articles popped up in the news feed, announcing the new duo.

Everyone seemed excited, thrilled even, with comments of pure joy.

Your doorknob being turned agressively, made you stand up and unlock the door, ready to yell at whoever was so impatient and didn´t knock.

What a weird time to visit.

''Have you seen this shit?''Bakugo stood there, phone in hand, showing the same comments you were reading seconds ago.

How did he remember where you lived? He had been there probably once before in the many years you had known him.

''Yes''you responded, dry and not really sure what he wanted you to say.

''This is insane, let me in''

Rolling your eyes, you stepped to the side, letting him in. Glued to his phone, he walked almost blindly until he sat on your couch like he owned the place.

''The duo I was waiting for''he read in a mocking tone, snorting.

In disbelief, you stood looking at him, confused as of why he decided to come to your house this late just to read comments.

''You want something in particular or...?''

''Something to drink, you are a terrible host''

Annoyed but not in the mood to fight, you went in the kitchen and took a couple beers, throwing one at him without warning -wich he caught not having to lift his gaze from the phone screen- and sitting on the opposite end of the couch.

''My favorite heroes together''he continued his reading session, promptly ignoring your presence.

For a couple minutes, you let him keep reading random comments while you quietly sipped on your beer, until you got tired.

''Bakugo, why are you here?''

He finally put the phone down, taking a long sip and turning to look at you.

''This is the first time they´ve talked about me so much in a few months''he explained.

''That´s stupid, you are in the news every day''

''Not lately, no, I´ve been losing popularity since Deku got engaged''

''What are you trying to say?''

''This is a fucking pain in the ass, but I need this to work''he huffed.

''What?''you asked, confused.

''This partnership or whatever, so don´t mess it up''

Was he asking you to pretend you got along with him?

''Pretty sure you´ll be the one messing things up, with your rage problems''

''Shut up, are you going to help or not?''he was visibly angry, his eyes turning dark red.

''It´s not like I can choose, I´ll pretend that I like you if that´s what you want''

''That´s not the fucking point''his voice raised, not much but enough to show you he was containing his temperament.

''What do you want me to say?''incredilous, you raised a brow.

''You can fucking start by telling me why you always act like a brat and why you fucking hate me so much''

Huh? This was certainly new, new and confusing.

Did he really not get the hint why you didn´t like him? It wasn´t as harsh as hate, but how did he expect you to like him if he had always been rude to you and your best friend? He constantly acted like he was better and in doing so, bragged and pinched where he knew it would hurt.

''Are you serious?''you asked in disbelief.

''Just answer''he punctuated, voice raising again as he got closer to your face, daring.

''You are an asshole, you have always been an asshole''

''Am I?''he spat, breath practically hitting your face, making you angrier.

''I don´t know how Midoriya can consider you a friend, you are so mean, entitled and rude all the time''

''Shut up''his voice was deep, containing rage between his teeth.

''Why don´t you shut the fuck up, huh? Always telling me to shut up when you are no one to...

Your words were suddenly interrupted, mouth unable to move when you realized.

He was kissing you, Bakugo Katsuki was kissing you and your body moved on its own returning the action. You couldn´t tell how, when or why his hand had landed at the base of your neck, placed gently to push you closer, your body once again following him with ease.

Surprisingly, this felt amazing, like a shot of adrenaline running through your veins, and you didn´t once think of pushing him away.

''Is this okay?''he asked, your body starving from the lost contact.

Instead of speaking, you kissed him again, agressively crashing his lips and tugging on his shirt to push his body slightly on top of yours.

He let out a deep sound in response, almost feral.

Even with his lips on yours and desperation building rapidly, you were still mad at him, using this new found high to let out your frustration.

Bakugo caressed your side, melting into your touch and skillfully sneaking his leg in between yours, not yet touching your clothed pussy but clearly testing the waters, respectful but teasing at the same time. The thought of him touching you further suddenly sent shivers down your spine, in a good way.

That exact moment you decided that if he let you, you were going to hate fuck this man. At least if you had to put up with his bullshit, you would also have a little fun.

He seemed to read your mind when he left your lips to attack your neck right after, smiling into your skin when he heard a faint moan. That gave him the confidence to finally rub his leg against you.

In a frenzie, you made him take off his shirt and almost punched his ridiculously hot abs when he looked at you with a smug, winning smile.

''You mad?''he asked, mocking and playing with the end of your shirt.

''Shut up''

''Give me something to keep my mouth busy then''

That sentence alone made you want to scream and you took off your shirt so quickly it was ridiculous. He stared at your exposed breasts before diving right in to bite one and pinch the other, clearly delighted at the little sounds you were making.

Almost instinctively, your hips started moving against his leg, desperate for some kind of friction, wet and needy.

Bakugo, as much as it pained you to admit it, was good at what he was doing, skilled, even to a point where you wanted him inside you right fucking now.

''Bakugo, do something''you pleaded, annoyed at your own desperation,

''Call me Katsuki and I´ll think about it''

This bastard had to keep taunting you, so you decided to take charge, putting a hand over his obvious erection. His breathing hitched, eyes closing and hips bucking against your hand.

''I said, do something''you said, moving up to bite his bottom lip ''Bakugo''

He groaned,angrily getting up from the couch to take off his pants, in the blink of an eye, he was on top of you again agressively taking off your shorts and panties together.

The little you coud peak, you noticed he was big and thick, at least it seemed like it the two seconds you saw him before he was kissing you again with force.

''You sure you want to keep playing with me like that?''he said, sneaking a hand on your neck.

''What do you think?''you taunted, starting to massage his cock without warning, using his precum as lube.

Bakugo let out a deep moan, capturing your lips and taking his sweet revenge using his free hand to insert two fingers, showing absolutely no mercy. Thank the universe you were already dripping wet and took his fingers easily, moving your hips to follow the pace he made curling his digits. Like a little cherry on top, he added his thumb on your clit, making your body tremble.

Your hand was mean against his member and your lips fought a war of moans and heavy breathing in between messy kisses.

A small knot formed in you, getting desperate for release, mad that it didn´t come when you wanted.

He noticed your movements getting messy, so in an attempt to piss you off, he removed his hand and looked at your eyes getting dark, drowning in annoyance, ready to complain or plainly scream at him, all that while he lined himself up with your entrance and thrusted hard just as you were about to complain, leaving you completely speechless when he bottomed out.

''Never thought a brat would feel this good''he said, holding your hip with suck a force that it would probably leave a mark.

''Can you shut up and fuck me already?''you managed to respond, enchanted in how amazingly well his dick filled you up.

''Let me think about it''he smiled, kissing your jaw.

He thrusted, once.

''I fucking ha...'' your words cut off by another thrust.

''Say my name, brat''

''Bak...fuck''he sunk even further inside you, brushing your sweet spot.

''I don´t think that´s my name''the hand on your neck traveled up just a bit until he held your cheeks harsh to lick your lips in such a way that your pussy clenched ''say it''

''Oh fuck, Katsuki!''

''Good girl''

That last sentence he whispered in your ear, and you were not ready for the murderous pace that came right after that. He was devouring you raw, pounding so hard and delicious that your legs were shaking in seconds. Nails digging on his back, not caring if your neighbours or the whole city could hear you moaning loudly.

His deep moans in your ear were so sweet and hot, like honey, the scent of him flooding every ounce of common sense you had left,

You swore you could see stars when he put a hand on your lower stomach, adding pressure, determined to make you cum like it was his only goal in life.

''Fuck, I can´t''you said, breathless.

''Take it, baby, I know you can''now it was even hard for him to speak.

Every thrust touched your gspot, your pussy convulsing against him, warning that you were so close.

''Cum for me'' it wasn´t a request, it was an order, an order he made clear by going faster and squishing your neck, taking control, using you.

Just moments after, you came undone, releasing all over his cock, tears pooling in your eyes from the inmense pleasure as he came inside you not long after, his body falling on yours, head resting on your chest.

If this is what being his hero partner was, then you would take it.

Surprisingly, you fell asleep, both of you, hugging, naked and sweaty. Adrenaline had died down, and exhaustion appeared instead.

The next morning, light snores woke you up and an unfamiliar weight rested on top of you. For a moment you forgot what happened, enjoying the warmth.

Until your eyes opened.

Your heart raced, panicking, not because you regretted fucking him, but because for a delusional moment, you thought he looked cute there and your stupid body acted on its own to lift a hand and caress his hair gently.

Coming to your senses, you shook your head and stopped, inmediately earning a noise of complaint.

''Why did you stop?''he asked, not yet opening his eyes.

''What?''

''Why did you stop touching my hair?''his deep voice sounded mad, whiny.

''Because I need to go shower, and you should too''

Bakugo stood up, his hair messy and face puffy, yawning.

He, to your demise, looked cute and stood next to the couch trying not to fall asleep right there.

''Y/n, let´s go''

''Where?''

''Shower''

''Huh?''

''Stop being a brat''once again, he yawned, making you laugh.

''Okay, Katsuki''

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