#assualt

                     “Wanna know the story of how I got a BF?”

He looks to be around mid 20s, he’s tall, he’s got short dirty blond hair that rests perfectly on top of his shoulders and pretty hazel eyes, also freckles. I caught a glimpse of him while out shopping for dinner, he stole my attention extremely quickly. I needed to see more of him! So, I followed him around the store. Peaking around isles, passing him multiple times, pretending to look at things so he wouldn’t notice me, this was all short lived though. Soon I was forced to watch him check out, when he finished bagging his items and paying, I knew I had to act fast. Leaving my cart behind, I proceeded to follow him out the store.

I quickly scrambled in my purse for my keys and ran to my car, getting in while still watching the man. It’s dark out but I see His car, a galaxy purple Toyota, was parked across from mine. I reach into my glovebox and pull out a pad of paper and a pen. I scribble down his license plate or, what I can see of it in the moonlight, and put the piece of paper into my purse. I look back at him, his car’s running, I soon follow, putting the keys in my ignition and turning my car on. I wait for him to pull off, and I continue my pursuit. 

My heart’s beating out of my chest, my hands are sweaty and my body is hot and shaky. I try my best to forget about my nervousness and focus on the car in front of me. We drive about 6 blocks until he pulls over to this small house. Letting out a small sigh of relief, I pull over across the street, but not where he can see me.  I shut my car off, and open my window, the cool air hitting my sweaty face. The man is now carrying bags to the front door, his keys in hand. I stare and let out a displeased groan when he gets in his house, shutting the door behind him. I sit and think for awhile, before I write his address down. “I... I want to get in..” I say to myself. I soon start my car up, looking back at his house one more time, I sigh and pull off, returning to my home. 

I didn’t get sleep last night, and I’ve been thinking about him all day. it’s already evening and I haven’t moved from my bed, I need to.. I get up, get dressed, (dark clothes obviously, can’t get caught now!) and grab my keys off my table, getting in my car, I drive to the address I wrote down last night. I park in the same spot and shut my car off. I look around, his car isn’t there, he must be out for the night. “thank goodness” I say under my breath as I get out of my car. I walk over to his home, looking in the windows, no sign of life, but I had to be sure. I try to open the front door, I knew it’d be locked but thought he might forget.. he did. It was that easy? “Ah!” I let out a surprised noise as the door opens. I look around to see if anyone has saw me, no one’s around and I’m not willing to get get caught, so I rush into his home, quickly shutting the door behind me. 

It’s pitch black in his house, I feel against the wall for a light switch and voila! The room lights up, the brightness blinds me for a few seconds. His home is neatly arranged, roses in vases here and there, it’s very cozy. I search around, going through drawers and seeing if I can find something of interest..  I eventually find his bedroom, I impatiently open his bedroom door and turn on the light. His bed is all cleaned up, there’s a open laptop and papers on his desk across from me. I put it aside, and go into his closet, searching around through his drawers. 

I find a small bottle of cologne, I take the cap off and spray some on my wrist, the smell intoxicates me, the urge to bathe in his scent overtakes me. But I snap out of my fantasy, and slip the bottle into my pocket for safekeeping. I turn around and I’m met with clothes all neatly arranged on hangers. My eyes falling on a light gray hoodie, I grab it, pulling it off the hanger. I push it to my face and inhale, smelling the clean scent of him.. I hold it to my chest and leave the closet, and walk over to that laptop. He left it on, tabs open of various social medias. Before I look even more on his PC, I go through the papers on his desk. His name on one.. “Yuuimori” He’s even got the name of an angel. The rest are drawings of various people. He’s very talented~ I find a blank piece of paper, and grab one of his markers, moving back to the computer, I write down all his social medias. His email and his passwords to each of the accounts. 

I leave his house around an hour later with his cologne, hoodie and all his account data! I get in my car and set everything down on the seat next to me. I drive off hurryingly. Once I get home, I rush to get in my house his things in my shaky arms. I get inside my house, and sit down on my couch. I pull off my shirt and slip on his hoodie, it’s nice and warm and smells like his house~ I spend the rest of my night going through his accounts.

A week passes, I’ve got a shit ton of info on Yuuimori and I’m thankful for it. I’ve spent yet another day thinking about him.. Tonight however is different, I’m returning back to his house. I haven’t taken off his hoodie, I can’t.. that doesn’t matter, because tonight, I will be wearing every piece of his clothing. I get in my car, a metal baseball bat sitting in my back seat. I drive off in the direction of his house. The entire drive there, I think about him, and how we’ll soon be together forever. 

Once I arrive, I’m shaking. Reaching into the backseat I grab the bat, and take it with me. I exit my car, my fingers wrapped tightly around the handle of the weapon. I reach his door, his car’s parked in the driveway, his lights on. My body is shaking almost violently at this point, my breathing has now turned into panting.. I swallow my spit, and knock on his door. I grip the bat in both hands now, quickly glancing behind me to see if anyone is around, no.. good. I ready my weapon as I hear his footsteps getting closer. The doorknob turns and so does my stomach, the door opens and in a split second, I swing my bat, HARD. I watch him as he topples to the ground with a loud groan. I must’ve hit him hard enough to break his nose.. I stare down at him, there’s blood pooling from his head, tears falling down his face. I ready my bat again, this time though, I swing at his legs, over and over. His cries and choked out screams echo within his house and possibly can be heard by his neighbors. I stop hitting him once I hear loud cracks. I knew I did enough damage.. 

I drop the bat and kneel down, grabbing his pathetic squirming body by his soft bloodied hair and drag him into his house, kicking the door shut behind me. I drag him to his living room. He’s loud, very loud even when his nose is broken, so I shove him hard against his floor, sitting on top of him. One hand clamped firmly around his mouth, the other is struggling to keep his wrists together. I shush him, tears falling out of my eyes.. I’m.. crying. I hurt the one I love.. but, he asked for it! He should’ve came up to me at that store! “FUCK!” I scream out, roughly grabbing his hair with both hands now, and I slam his head down against the carpet. There’s a half scream before more soft sobs slip through his lips. Blood pooling around his head, staining not only the carpet but his soft colored hair. After awhile, he stops struggling. I think I killed him, I quickly check for a pulse, he’s alive, he must’ve passed out from blood loss and trauma. I get off of him, throwing myself on the floor next to him, my face in his pool of blood. 

He shook his head no. A tear fell from his cheek and puddled onto the ground. He didn’t make eye contact. He kept his gaze at his feet.

“I’m sorry,” he continued, “is it ok if I settle here tonight? I just don’t want Aunt May to worry. She already hates this as it is.”

“Yeah, of course. I have some of your T shirts you can wear. Let me just grab some things….” You started to collect your book, a pillow and blanket to head into the living room.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to give you space.”

“Space? You’re my girlfriend. Why would I want space?”

“Okay, so what do you want?”

“I want you in here with me. I want you to hold me.”

Your breath got stuck in your lungs for a second. “In the bed?”

“Yes, baby, in the bed.”

“Oh.”

You took a deep breath and climbed into your own bed again. Peter pressed on his chest, and his suit expanded. You turned your head as he changed out of his suit and into the T shirt you stole from him.

Your heart pounded when you felt the pressure of his body forming on the bed. You’re good you thought. It’s just to sleep. He’s not him. He’s not him.

You didn’t feel good, though. Fear crept into your toes and your throat and into your fingertips. As Peter wrapped his arms around you, you tensed. It’s ok. It’s Peter. He’s a hero. He’s a good guy. He’s my guy.

“We’ve been together for, what, almost a year now?” Peter asked.

“Uh huh.”

“Can’t believe we haven’t done this sooner. I could get used to this.”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t respond. This was always how it began. It was always nice at first. It was always cozy in the beginning, but then it wasn’t. Your breath was caught in your throat, and the more you thought, the sicker you felt. You tried to calm your fears with reassuring thoughts. It wasn’t easing your heart. It wasn’t taking the memories away. You felt tears welling up inside, but you refused to let them out. This was to help Peter. Don’t ruin it.

Then he kissed your neck.

“Let go,” you said.

“What?”

“Let go. Let go! Let Go! LET GO!”

He opened his arms, and you dashed away, storming out of the room and into your bathroom. You locked the door and dropped to the ground. The tears you held in now exploded from within you. You sat there and cried, releasing all of the bad memories and the adrenaline from your system.

“Can you let me in?” Peter said through the door.

“Give me a minute.”

“Ok.”

You allowed yourself some more time for tears, and once you had calmed back down, you unlocked the door and sat back down. Peter opened it and sat down in front of you.

“You ready to tell me what’s going on?”

You took a deep breath. “I’m not ready for that…stuff…yet.”

“What stuff?” Peter looked at you with innocent, concerned eyes. “Wait. You mean sex?”

You cringed at the word. “I’m sorry. I just can’t. I know it’s been a year, but I can’t. My last boyfriend….” You couldn’t finish the sentence before the tears and the memories returned. “I told him no, and—and he didn’t care! He wanted it more than he wanted me! He hurt me, Pete. I don’t want you to hurt me, too.” You sobbed into your own shirt.

“Sh sh sh, I know what you’re saying. I am so sorry. Can I hug you?” Peter’s eyes grew watery. You nodded, and he pulled you into his chest. Both of you cried as you sat on the cold tile in the bathroom.

Once you both had calmed down, Peter moved your chin up to face him. “Y/N, I am so sorry. I’m so sorry that this happened, and that I pushed you to this place. I wasn’t even thinking like that. Would you like me on the couch?”

“No, it’s ok. You’ve had a rough day. You can’t stay on a couch.”

“It’s really no problem. I want you comfortable.”

You thought for a moment. “I think I have a better idea.”

The two of them grabbed pillows and blankets from all over the apartment and created a fort on the bed. The pillows surrounded themselves on the outside and a blanket created a border in the middle, so their bodies wouldn’t touch but they could still hold hands. This way, a win-win was in place, and they could still wake up to each other in the morning.

“Do you feel safe?” Peter asked.

“Uh, huh. Do you?”

“Absolutely. Get some sleep now, ok?”

“You, too. I’ll be right here if you need me.”

You turned off your lamp light, and the two of you nestled into your pillows and blankets, safe from the Goblin, safe from ex boyfriends, and safe with each other hand in hand.

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Y/N POV

I should have driven to the club or at least brought an umbrella. If I catch pneumonia, I can’t work! Why am I such an idiot?! I can’t afford to miss work, even if it is at that dirty strip club. I sigh as I walk down the street to the subway. I hate having an hour ride on the subway but the fare is cheaper than gas. “Ooh, look at this one. You’re too pretty to be all covered up, Suga.” Keep walking, Y/N. Don’t slow down even a bit. “She’s ignoring you, Titus.” Scary, alley voice number two points out. “Not for long.” Titus steps out of the dark alley and grabs my arm. I try to scream but goon number two slams his giant hand over my mouth. They drag me into the dark. “Well, Ace looks like we got us a dancer. Why don’t you show us some moves, little girl?” Titus laughs a disgusting, hoarse laugh. I bite as hard as I can into Ace’s meaty palm. He yelps and drops me. I start to run but I don’t make it very far before I slip in a puddle and fall. Titus yanks me up. “We’re going to play a game.”

Bucky POV

“Master Barnes.”  “Yes, JARVIS?” “There is someone at the door.” It’s 3 AM. Who could possibly be at the door?  I stumble out of bed and to the elevator. This better be worth me getting up. When I reach the front doors, I don’t see anyone. Maybe JARVIS is losing it. I open the door and look around. I don’t see anyone. I turn to go back inside and that’s when I hear her crying. I look down and there she is. Soaking wet, bloody, bruised, and covered in glitter. I bend down and take the ropes off her wrists and the gag out of her mouth. What the hell? I growl in my head. I try to be gentle as I pick her up, She’s barely conscious.