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toy | jeon jungkook oneshot | hogwarts au

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pairing: jungkook x y/n tags: implied smut, playboy!jungkook, hogwarts au, slytherin!jungkook word count: 840 words

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Y/n walked in sheepishly into the classroom, ducking her head and trying to ignore the curious stares from her classmates. Professor Snape stood like a statue next to the blackboard, glaring down at her crumpled uniform, inside-out cloak and missing tie. 

“20 points from Slytherin,” he seethed, swishing his long, black cloak and turning to the board to continue the Potions class. 

“Bloody hell…” Y/n pretended not to hear Suga’s groaning, muttering an apology before quickly taking her seat next to Jungkook.

“Here, take my tie,” whispered Jungkook, instead wrapping his emerald-green and silver scarf around his neck. 

“Thanks.” Y/n smiled meekly. 

“Why didn’t you wake me up??” she said, straightening her collar and wrapping the tie around her neck, “When did you leave the dorms?”

“You were pretty much knocked out after last night; I didn’t want to wake you up,” Jungkook responded, smirking sexily. 

Y/n bit her lip, blushing, and tried to focus on the Potions lesson. She couldn’t afford to waste any more time on the Slytherin hearthrob and playboy Jeon Jungkook anymore; she was almost failing this class and OWLS were approaching next month. 

Just as she was hurriedly jotting down the notes on the board, forcing herself to stay awake to Snape’s droning voice, she could feel Jungkook’s rough hand place itself on her upper thigh.

“What are you doing?” y/n loudly whispered.

“Miss y/n, quiet!” Snape yelled. 

Smirking once more, Jungkook raised a finger to his lips, eyes playfully gleaming like they did under the flickering candle on the bedside table last night. Y/n pressed her knees together, apologising and shuffling away from Jungkook’s seat.

Soon enough, the hand was back on her thigh, moving up until his sensual fingers were touching the sides of her hips. 

Y/n tried her best to concentrate on the lesson, squirming in her seat, trying to block out memories of last night and instead on transformation potions. 

His hands moved towards her waist, feeling for her cloak pocket.

He smirked again. 

“I see you’ve brought the toy”. Even though y/n was looking towards the blackboard, she could practically feel his prideful amusement. 

“Shut up.” she whispered forcefully. 

“Miss y/n and Mr Jungkook. Detention for the both of you.” Snape snapped. 

“Now she’s done it.” Suga groaned.

Y/n rolled her eyes, slapping Jungkook’s hand from her and shuffling further away. She was not looking forward to spending an hour with this silly silly boy after class. She would not make the same mistake from last night again.

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“Dismissed. Mr Jungkook and Miss Y/n must stay behind to clean up the ingredients cupboard.” Snape swished his cape and left the classroom. 

“Ugh, I can’t believe this! I barely have enough time to study for OWLS!” y/n groaned, opening the cupboard to find a mess of vials and jars. 

“You had enough time to play with me last night,” the smartass retorted, arms crossed and leaning against the table. He was unfairly hot.

“Whatever. Let’s hurry up and get this over and done with,” said y/n, rolling up her sleeves.

They got to work on the cupboard, rearranging the fallen books and organising the jars by date and substance. Thirty minutes in, their cloaks were covered in unknown grime and dust. Tired, y/n plopped herself on the desk, taking a break from the bending and arranging. Jungkook followed, sitting beside her on the same desk. Shoulder-to-shoulder, she could smell the scent of his musky cologne that he probably received as a gift from some “ABG”, as Jack Harlow puts it.

Leaning closer, he purred into her ear, “Why don’t we play with that toy in your pocket.”

“No.” Y/n turned away, “I want to hurry up and go study.” She crossed her arms, trying to appear stern, but they both knew her true desires. 

“Come on baby girl, just one round,” he said, hand sneaking around her waist to pull her closer to him. Y/n could feel her heartbeat quicken, memories of last night flashing through her mind like a short film. She pretended not to notice as Jungkook reached for her cloak pocket, retrieving the toy and placing it in her hand. 

“Go on, let’s play kitten,” Jungkook whispered, breathing hot on her neck.

“I… fine….” 

She turned to face him, ignoring his smirk. 

“Just one round, okay?” y/n said, taking off her cloak and throwing in on the ground, forgotten. 

“Just one round.” he said, unravelling his scarf and undoing his top button. 

She skilfully shuffled the UNO cards, handing him 10 before taking 10 for herself. 

“Oh, it’s so on.” she said, rolling back her shoulders, “Ready to get crushed again?”

“That’s only because you were cheating last night! I swear you only took 8 instead of 10 cards!”

“That sounds like something a sore loser would say,” y/n poked her tongue at him. 

And just like that they started playing UNO, detention forgotten and laughter filling the classroom. 

Genya x fem!reader who's the cousin of Mitsuri. The idea is that Mitsuri decides to be the wingwoman and set them up together. Genya is of course flustered and it doesn't help that y/n enjoys teasing him

Mitsuri's Cousin Headcanons

AN: Yes, I can! In fact, this proposal would be very interesting to see and I loved writing it! Hope you liked it <3

Synopsis: What would it be like for our dear Genya Shinazugawa to have an S/o who is the cousin of our beloved Mitsuri Kanroji?

Character: Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader, Mitsuri Kanroji (mentioned), Sanemi Shinazugawa (mentioned)

Warnings: Spoilers, Romance, Fluffy, Comedy (?), Spoilers Season 3

Genya Shinazugawa

You are Mitsuri's dear cousin 3 years younger, who entered Demon Corp a while after her cousin and became her Tsugoku <3

The first time you saw Genya, you can't deny that you found his appearance a bit threatening, but that you soon ended up being attracted to the boy

Trying to get closer to Shinazugawa and not being successful, you ended up asking your cousin for help, and that's how Mitsuri cupid appeared

After the fight with Upper Moons 4 and 5 in Blacksmith Village, you finally got a chance to talk to the boy in the Butterfly Mansion

And unlike all expectations, Genya ended up showing that behind her serious face she had a shy mess that enchanted you <3

You always liked to annoy and tease others as a form of "affection", and Shinazugawa was no different (to our boy's dismay)

Because he is shy around women, he always tried to avoid interaction with them, and that became something really difficult with you around and trying to get close all the time

But after a long time of trying, you finally managed to have a date with him! Where, of course, Mitsuri would help prepare everything <3

To be honest, the Hashira of Love will be very present in the preparation of meetings, outings and other things like that, as well as in the evolution of your relationship

Until this "plan" of the two of you reached the ears of the boy's stressed and threatening older brother, the Hashira of Wind, Sanemi

And he would try at the same time to ruin the plans you and your cousin were making, to keep Genya from noticing it

However, he stopped doing that when he noticed that the younger Shinazugawa genuinely liked you, starting to make small comments about it

With the Hashira of Wind and Hashira of Love trying to get you together (both with different plans and ways, of course) it didn't take long before the declaration and the beginning of the relationship

You two were congratulated by your friends and even some Hashiras, with Mitsuri exposing her joy and pride to the world, while Sanemi reacted more discreetly

But even after you became a couple, your "dynamic" didn't change much, with you continuing the teasing (which now contained surprise kisses and hugs) and your darling boyfriend embarrassed as if it was the first time he heard you say it <3

Rest assured, many, many, MANY encounters! At any chance you will go out together, eat something in a small restaurant, walk around the city, or even just pick flowers and cook

Training together, Genya greatly admires your skill and flexibility for being able to use breath like Love, just as you admire his strength and completely uncanny ability to become an Oni

When one of you goes on a mission, it's almost a tradition for you to exchange letters and go on a date when you return, sometimes bringing each other gifts

Speaking of gifts, I expect many, many gifts, Genya just can't come back from a mission without giving you a gift

He is protective, Shinazugawa went through a lot as a child and is very afraid of losing you as well as his brothers and mother

Sanemi still acts rude to him whenever Genya tries to apologize, so when that happens he seeks comfort with you

Well, our boy is still shy even though you are a couple, but he is an amazing lover <3

AN: I hope you all like this! I really love write this <3

The truth is that despite being very powerful, Stephen is one of the most underrated characters in the MCU,It's as if the Scarlet Witch has dimmed all his shine.

I'm tired of being a Doctor Strange fan. Not because I dont love Stephen, but because I love him too much and it is so hard to watch him being left aside in Marvel stuff. It seems like they hate him and I dont know why. 😭

I'm tired of being a Doctor Strange fan. Not because I dont love Stephen, but because I love him too much and it is so hard to watch him being left aside in Marvel stuff. It seems like they hate him and I dont know why. 😭

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Yandere!Seokjin x fem!reader

Summary: You liked him, liked as in past tense. Liked as in you didn’t like him anymore. He didn’t believe it for a second, and he’ll do anything to make you like him again.

Warnings: Cursing, stalking, Jin is kinda narcissistic?, he’s also mean and delusional, possessiveness, jealousy, voyeurism, smut, drugging, implied kidnapping

Wc: 5.9k

A/n: based on this req! Love the idea, hope you like it!

Disclaimer: This is 100% fiction. I am in no way saying that this is how any member of bts would act. Nor do I condone the actions detailed in the story. This is purely for entertainment purposes only. If any of the warnings trigger you, or you’re under 18 ¡do not read! I’m not your mother, and I don’t take any accountability for what you decide to read online!

He met you through Jimin. You were one of Jimin’s best friends, it seemed like he had known you for a long time.

So who were he to ruin Jimin’s image of you, and tell him that you were just so annoying. You were pretty yes, but it was something about your laugh. Something about the way you talked. It just rubbed Jin the wrong way. There are some people you just don’t click with, he thought to himself. As he looked at you from across the table. Some people are just not meant to be friends, and that’s ok. The only problem is that Jimin brought you with him no matter what. It was always “can y/n come?”. He asked Jimin once why he brought you around all the time.

“She just broke up with her boyfriend. Cut her some slack man.”

He had answered. But it had been eight months. Which, in his opinion, was more than enough time to heal from a breakup. But you still showed up. Every. Single. Time.

“What are you going to order, Jin?”

You asked him, looking back at him from across the table. You were slightly blushing for some reason. Everyone’s eyes turned to him, waiting for his response. In all honesty, he had been too busy thinking about you, to even read the menu.

“I don’t know yet.”

He answered in a stern voice.

“I really like the lobster here, it’s really good.”

Jin almost rolled his eyes at your comment.

“Really? Well I guess I’ll order that!”

He said with an overly excited tone. Not being able to control the sarcasm in his voice. Thankfully the waiter came before you could answer him. Everyone started saying their order, before it was his turn.

“I’ll have the salmon.”

He said and looked briefly over at you. To see if you’d have a reaction. You looked puzzled down at the menu for a second.

“I’ll have the salmon as well.”

“Wait! Jin, wait for me!”

You yelled after him, trying to run in your high heels. He had finally been able to leave. And thankfully he was able to mostly converse with Namjoon during the dinner. He had almost made it into the taxi, but you caught him. He couldn’t just shut the door in your face. He’s not directly mean to you, at least he tries not to be directly mean to you. But god, you were so annoying! Why couldn’t you just take a hint and leave him alone?

“What?”

You were a little out of breath, and needed a moment to catch your breath before talking.

“I was just- I live on the way to your place. Maybe we could, you know, share a taxi?”

He mentally cursed himself for not shutting the door in your face. Cause now he had to actually be alone with you for at least 10 minutes.

“Oh come on, I’ll pay for myself don’t worry.”

You said when you saw him hesitating.

“Fine.”

He simply answered and jumped in the backseat. Not caring to find an excuse.

“So, did you have fun tonight?”

You asked him once the taxi started moving. He sighed. Now he had to small talk with you as well.

“Yeah it was alright.”

He shrugged. He could see in his peripheral view that you were looking at him.

“The salmon was so good! You were so right about that one.”

You tried again, once he didn’t take the conversation further.

“I didn’t say anything to you about it. You just copied me.”

You laughed, thinking that he was just joking.

“You’re so funny!”

You said in between laughs, and even went as far as leaning over him in a fit of laughter. He sat completely still. Not engaging with you what so ever. Once you realised, you sat back up.

“We should go out for dinner more together. I think it would-“

“Please y/n! Just shut the fuck up!”

He suddenly bursted out. He didn’t mean to. It just came out.

“You don’t have to talk all the time. You’re so annoying!”

He looked at you, your smile was no where to be seen. And for some reason he missed it already.

“I’m sorry.”

He quickly mumbled, hoping that your lips would turn at least a little bit upwards. But they didn’t. You looked away from him, turning your face completely towards the window. Your entire body was trying the get the furtherest away from him as possible, and it hurt him for some reason. He sighed. Your place was coming up, he would probably feel better once you left the car. Out of sight, out of mind.

“I talk so much because I like you, Jin.”

You said, barley above a whisper. He looked back at you. The taxi stopped, signalising for you to get out.

“I really liked you.”

You gave him a last devastating look before opening the door and stepping out. You shut the door in his face before he could answer. It didn’t matter, he was left speechless. And he did in fact not feel any better now that you left the car. He felt even worse.

“Liked” you said you “liked him”. As in past tense. As in you didn’t like him anymore. He was laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep, and when he can’t sleep he starts thinking. It had been a week since the incident in the taxi. The incident where you said you “liked” him. Whatever that meant.

He would give you an apology next weekend. Pull you aside before you sit down at the table. Explain that he was just tired, that he didn’t mean it. In the moment he meant it, but he didn’t mean to say it out loud. He was amazed by the fact that he actually felt sorry for you. He didn’t like you, so why was he so obsessed with getting you to like him? Maybe he liked you more than he thought? Nah. He told himself before rolling over and closing his eyes. Trying to think of something or anything else.

Friday came around eventually, and he was ready to meet the boys (and you) at a restaurant. He walked in, a little earlier than usual. He had to pull you aside before you sat down, just so it didn’t get awkward.

“You’re early today, what’s up bro?”

Jimin lit up once he saw Jin approaching the table. He sat down beside Jimin, briefly looking at the empty seat next to him.

“Where’s y/n?”

He asked once he realised it was only the two of them. You always arrived with Jimin. He always picked you up, even if it was a longer route. Jin felt weird just thinking about it. What if Jimin had feelings for you? Why would he go to such lengths if he didn’t? The feeling in his chest couldn’t be described as anything but jealousy.

“She’s not feeling well.”

He simply commented.

“Why?”

He asked with a smug face, slightly poking him in the side with his elbow. Jin rolled his eyes, leaning away from him.

“She’s always with you, it’s not weird that I’m asking.”

He scolded his younger friend. Jimin stopped, but giggled slightly at his defensiveness.

“Whatever you say man.”

Jimin said, before changing the topic. Jin wondered if you truly was sick, or if you just didn’t want to face him. You didn’t strike him as a cowardly person. You would probably show up if you could. So the only explanation to why you wouldn’t show up to hear his apology, must be that you were sick of course.

But two weeks after that, you didn’t show. Two months passed and still no sign of you. Jin wanted to ask Jimin, but he didn’t want Jimin to think he actually cared. But he did care. He wanted to apologise for being a dick, that’s all. His conscience needed to be cleared for him to move on. At least that’s what he told himself. The first weekend after the two month mark, (not that he kept track of the time or anything), the boys went to watch a football game. It was weird that you didn’t show, considering that you loved football. You wouldn’t miss out. So Jin decided to ask again.

“Is y/n still sick? Did she fucking break her leg or something?”

He asked Jimin once they had found their places.

“I don’t know man. I asked her if she wanted to come, she said she was going with someone else.”

He said and shrugged. Someone else? Why was he hurt that you would rather go with someone else?

“Ok, I’ll go get a beer. Anyone want one?”

Namjoon was the only one who raised a hand, small excuses of work in the morning was heard from the others. He squeezed out of the row of seats. He needed to clear his head, he had to stop this obsession he had with you. After the game he would call you, and if you didn’t pick up he would go to your house. Enough was enough, he had to see you.

“Jin?”

Your voice made him turn around. There you were, two beers in hand and the familiar blue shirt of your favourite team. Your hair was in a ponytail, so he could clearly see your entire face. And you were smiling. Smiling at him like what happened two months and a week ago was ancient history.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?”

He mentally face palmed himself for asking something so obvious. You looked down at your shirt and back up at him.

“The same reason you are, I suppose.”

He laughed awkwardly, before you both went quiet.

“Look, y/n. I just wanted to ap-“

“Hey, babe. I’ll hold these for you.”

A man’s voice interrupted him. He looked at the man who approached you take your beers. You looked at him as well before looking back to Jin.

“I’m sorry, this is my boyfriend Hoseok.”

Jin was left speechless at your choose of words to describe the man. You had a boyfriend now?! The feeling of jealousy started to spread through his chest again.

“This is Jin, Jimin’s friend.”

You told this Hoseok, when he didn’t answer. Jimin’s friend? That was it? He was offended by the fact that you didn’t view him as more. You had a crush on him for gods sake!

“I’d shake your hand man, but you know.”

He raised the beers in his hand awkwardly. Jin still kept quiet. Not wanting to utter a simple word to the man you dared calling your boyfriend.

“I’ll catch up with you, just go back to the seats, ok?”

You told your boyfriend, and he happily complied walking away from the uncomfortable situation.

“Why are you acting so strange?”

He shook his head.

“I don’t know. I just- I thought you had a crush on me. But now you have a boyfriend, so.”

You smiled at him.

“I liked you, yeah. But after you rejected me in that taxi, I moved on. It’s not that deep, some people just don’t click.”

His stomach turned into knots, he hated the way you sounded like him. He hated the way you spoke about him. That it wasn’t that deep? Well, it was really deep to him. Extremely deep actually.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I really am. I should’ve never said those things to you.”

He managed to apologise, regardless of the burning anger he felt inside. How dared you reject him? He rejected you first.

“Jin, it’s ok. Seriously. It’s all in the past.”

You patted his shoulder before taking a step away from him.

“Tell the boys I said hi.”

You said before walking away. This was not how this was going to end. He had spent two months and a week thinking about exactly how you would respond, and what would happen after. You were not supposed to be so nonchalant and run away to your new boyfriend. You were supposed to accept his apology and run into his arms. Maybe even give him a kiss and a blowjob for his effort to be so empathetic. He was going to make things right.

He couldn’t sleep again. How could he after you basically dumped him? So he started thinking. Why would you do such a thing? Why would you hurt him? He knows that he hurt you, but he apologised. So you should stop whatever prank you got going on and come back to the group. Come back to him. He really didn’t know why he felt this need for you. Before all this he literally couldn’t stand you. But now it’s like he yearned for you. And it was baffling to him that you didn’t feel the same.

Maybe you were just using that Hoseok guy to make him jealous. Yeah, that’s it. This was your payback. He laughed at the thought and sat up in his bed. Turning on the lamp on his nightstand. Might as well pay you a visit.

He payed the taxi driver before closing the door carefully. It was the middle of the night, not a soul to see in your neighbourhood. He looked up at your apartment building, he knew you lived on the seconds floor. The light in your living room was on. He quickly looked down at his phone. 02:38 am. You should’ve been asleep already.

He walked over to the other side of the road to get a better view of your living room. Trying to get a glimpse of you in your natural habitat. And to his surprise you were there. Completely naked. He felt a familiar feeling in his groin once he saw what was going on behind those walls. You were on the sofa on top of your new boyfriends dick. Your back was turned towards the window, giving Jin a perfect view of your ass bouncing up and down. Jin ripped his eyes away from you to check if anyone else was seeing this. But no lights were on, and no bystanders. What a freak you were, having sex right in front of a window where anyone could see.

Or maybe you were doing it for him? The curtains were slightly open, just enough open for him to see you. Maybe you didn’t shut them completely, for him? Maybe you hoped he would show up after the two of you met the same day? It was working for him. Mesmerised by the way your body moved in pleasure, he slid his hand into his pyjama bottoms. He couldn’t help himself. You looked so good, and you were so perfectly placed that he could see the dick going in and out of you. His only wish was hearing you. He wanted to hear you moan so bad. Suddenly you slowed down. Jin’s hand moved faster, trying to reach release before the show was over. Just one last bounce before you sank down beside him. Now facing the window. He continued, now seeing your heaving naked chest sprawled out on the sofa. He was close, very close. And once he saw you get up and walk towards the window completely naked, body glistening, tits slightly bouncing, he couldn’t help but feel a euphoric release.

Reality hit him immediately after. In the time it took for him to ride out his orgasm, you had made it to the window. Now staring directly at him. He quickly pulled his hand out of his trousers, turning around to face the wall immediately. The sticky wet spot that made the fabric of his pyjamas stick to his skin, was a shameful reminder. He didn’t know if you had seen him. He didn’t know if you were calling the police, or still looking at him. But he stood completely still, awaiting his destiny. After a few minutes he pulled his phone up from his pocket, calling for a taxi back to his place.

It wasn’t until he heard the taxi pull up he dared turning around. His eyes flickered up to the window. No sight of you, no sight of nothing. The curtains were shut completely this time.

It was Saturday, Jimin had invited the boys to his house for a few drinks and some food. Jin hadn’t gotten drunk in some time and quite frankly needed it to forget whatever madness happened the weekend before. So he gladly accept once Jimin proposed the idea in the group chat. Something he would regret.

“Can you get the door? I can’t let this burn man.”

Jimin asked and pointed to whatever he was making on the stove. Jin, being the first to show up that night was more than happy to welcome one of his mates, and walked over to the door.

“Jin! It’s so nice to see you again.”

You said and gave him a small hug as you stepped into Jimin’s apartment. He was left speechless. By you, but also by the man that followed you inside. You brought your boyfriend?

“Hey man!”

Hoseok said and stretched out his hand for him to shake. Jin just stood there looking at his hand. He couldn’t move. Too terrified that this was your way of revenge. You were going to expose him as the creep that jerked off outside your house to all his friends. And on top of that you brought your boyfriend to rub it even more in his face.

“You know what, I’m a hugger anyways.”

Hoseok laughed and pulled him in to a tight hug once he didn’t shake his hand. Once he pulled away from the hug, Jin smiled at him. He couldn’t risk getting on the bad side of Hoseok either. Maybe you told him?

“Sorry, Hoseok right?”

He asked and took his hand in his. Your boyfriend chuckled and nodded. What a ray of fucking sunshine of a boyfriend you got. Not completely different to himself, he thought.

“Oh please, just call me Hobi!”

He smiled before walking past Jin and following you inside. Jin continued to stand by the door for a second as he heard both you and your boyfriend greet Jimin in the kitchen. He had to talk to you. He had to pull you aside before you got the chance to reveal his big dirty secret. The boys would think he was disgusting, a creep, a weirdo. What the hell was he doing here? He had to run away. Run far far away and never come back.

“Are you ok?”

He got ripped out of his thoughts and realised the tall figure standing in front of him.

“Ah, Namjoon. You scared me.”

He tried to play off. As if he wasn’t standing in front of the open entrance door just staring out into the hallway.

“I’m ok yeah, but what about you? What have you been up to?”

He said and threw his arm around Namjoon’s shoulders, leading him into the apartment.

“Woah, ok. It’s only been a week since we last saw each other.”

An hour had passed. You still hadn’t said anything. Not even mentioned that night. He had taken a few shots out of agony and suspense. He couldn’t get drunk. No, not while you were a ticking bomb ready to ruin his image forever. He had to stay sober so he could defend himself whenever the situation arose. Or if he was lucky enough to get you alone so he could convince you, hell maybe even beg for you not to say anything. He would do anything for you. For you not to say anything, of course.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

You announced, slightly intoxicated. You were so cute, your face a little red and your words a little slow.

“I have to go to the bathroom too!”

Jin quickly said, getting up quickly. The room got quiet. He realised he had said that a little loud and with a little too much excitement.

“Ok.”

You shrugged, walking away from the table. Everyone started talking again, meaning he was in the clear. He stumbled after you.

“After you, princess.”

You said as you proudly held the bathroom door open for him. He would’ve smiled at your joke if this wasn’t a serious situation.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go first.”

You mumbled and started unbuttoning your trousers. He nodded. He didn’t even have to pee.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t-“

“I’m not drunk enough to pee while you’re watching me.”

He panicked at your words and didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Oh- uh. Do you want me to leave?”

You laughed.

“No silly. Just turn around.”

He did as instructed.

“I’m sorry, ok? I should’ve never done that! Please, just don’t tell the others y/n. I won’t recover from it.”

He started pleading, still facing the door. You went quiet for a few seconds. He gulped, anxious of what you would answer.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

You said and flushed the toilet. He turned around knowing you were finished. You were struggling with the button of your jeans, but looking at him with a confused look.

“Are you playing with me? Please if you are, don’t, I can’t handle that right now.”

You started washing your hands.

“No, Jin. I have no idea what you’re talking about. Is this about that time in the taxi again? Cause I told you it’s ok.”

“No. I mean- uh. Yes?”

He didn’t know what to say. Did you really mean it? Had you not seen him that night? A wave of relief washed over him. If you were telling the truth he was the luckiest man alive.

“What?”

“It’s about last weekend.”

He tested, seeing if you would remember.

“And?”

You asked puzzled. He let out a breath of relief. You were completely clueless.

“I didn’t mean to be so awkward with your- ehhh, Hobi.”

He managed to get out, not wanting to call him your boyfriend out loud. Now that he wasn’t caught and labelled a total pervert, he still had a chance to win you back.

“My Hobi, huh? You’re cute Jin.”

You said as you unlocked the door.

“You’re forgiven by the way.”

You closed the door behind you, and he quickly locked it. He had never felt more relieved in his entire life. Maybe you weren’t looking at him, maybe you were just looking around to see if anyone saw? And maybe he was fortunate enough to be well enough hidden that night to not get caught. Well, he knew he would be more careful the next time. He shook his head, baffled by his own words. The next time? He thought as he flushed the toilet. He didn’t understand what he felt towards you, but he wanted there to be a next time. He wanted the next time to be him underneath you, not your stupid boyfriend. He unlocked the door and started walking down the hallway. He didn’t want to admit it to himself before, but maybe he actually liked you. Like, liked liked you. He sat back down at the table. Taking another shot now that he could actually get drunk.

“Ooo, where are you going?”

Jimin asked you. Jin hadn’t heard the first part of the conversation, but pretended he had been here the entire time.

“This very fancy spa hotel. He said it was an early birthday present.”

You said and looked lovingly at your boyfriend.

“Wow, you’re lucky! You must really love her, Hobi!”

“You’re leaving?”

Jin asked you, ignoring Jimin’s hilarious comment, and quite honestly he didn’t want to hear Hobi’s answer to that. You nodded.

“Yeah, next Friday.”

He took another shot, drowning the jealousy that was starting to bubble inside him.

“I just don’t know what to do with the cats. I’ve asked a bunch of people, but everyone’s busy.”

“I’ll watch them!”

Jin blurted out, almost too excited.

“Are you sure? I’ll pay you if you want to-“

“No, no need to pay me. Don’t have anything happening next weekend anyways.”

“Weren’t you going out of town to see your parents next weekend?”

Namjoon asked with confused brows. Jin mentally cursed him for almost ruining his plan.

“No, that’s the weekend after. I’m completely free next weekend, ready to watch some cats.”

You smiled at him, he had missed that smile so much. To ever think that he didn’t like your smile was insane. What was even more insane was the fact that he blindly said yes to watch your cats, just to be in your house. But he’ll happily feed those little fuckers if it meant that he had full access to your home.

“Again, thank you so much. You’re a life saver!”

You yelled out the window of your car as you and your boyfriend drove away. He waved goodbye as he watched the car slowly disappear in the horizon. Once you were gone he hurried into your apartment, ready to snoop around. He only did it to get to know you more of course. He wanted to know every single little thing about you that only your home could reveal. He sat down on the sofa on the exact spot where he saw you have sex. He felt the soft fabric between his fingers, thinking of that night. He slowly laid down face first, wanting to be close to the spot where you sat completely naked. He rubbed his cheek on it, slightly smelling hints of your perfume. He could stay like that forever. Just frolicking in your scent.

But one of your cats jumped up beside his face, ruining the moment. He got up, annoyed at the grey fluffy animal. He silently pushed the cat off, but when it once again jumped up beside him he decided to look around somewhere else.

He found the bathroom, opening up the cupboard next to the mirror. Some makeup, some skin care, tweezers, tampons. Nothing exciting. He opened the door to your shower, nothing but numerous soaps. He looked over at the bin for a second and wondered if he was willing to go that low. Once he saw your dirty laundry he decided against it. He opened the lid and started digging, a mixture of your perfume and your natural scent hit him. He had never been happier. He suddenly stopped and pulled out a singular thong. It was baby pink with lace. He imagined how good you would look in it. He stuffed it in his hoodie, deciding to venture off to your bedroom.

He immediately opened the nightstand, hoping for something good. And you delivered. Toys of all kinds in different flashy colours. He smiled as he picked up the hot pink dildo. He wondered if you ever thought of him while using it. The thought alone making his pants feel tighter. He walked back to the sofa, he knew what he wanted to do now.

Jin was watching tv in your house once he heard the door open. He knew you would be arriving that day, so he managed to be on his best behaviour and not jerk off in every room of your apartment that day. Small things to make you happy. He quickly got up to welcome you.

“You got home quite late, I was starting to worry.”

No he wasn’t, he knew exactly at what time you would be home. He found a copy of your reservation at the hotel and calculated the time it took for you to get here. But he wanted you to know that he cared.

“No need, I’m home.”

You gave him a forced smile. Something was wrong. A feeling of excitement rushed through him. You came home alone, did this mean that-? Did you really break up with Hobi? He held back a smile.

“Here let me help you.”

He said and reached for your suitcase. Your grip tightened.

“No it’s fine.”

You simply said and rolled it into your apartment. He headed you sigh. He wanted to wait a little longer to see if you would break. Hoping that you would tell him the good news and not let the suspense kill him.

“Can we talk?”

You asked and looked back at him, removing your coat. He nodded understandingly as he took your coat before you could protest and hung it up. You walked over to the kitchen table and sat down. Putting your head in your hands.

“Do you want something to drink? I can make you-“

“No, Jin. Please just sit down.”

You were visibly upset, so he followed up on your request. Sitting down opposite of you. You took a few seconds before you started talking.

“Do you care to explain why you did what you did while I was gone?”

You asked and looked up at him. He froze. This was not the good news he was expecting. This wasn’t happening. How could you know?

“What are you talking about?”

He said and tried to laugh it off. You shook your head.

“So you’re telling me you have no idea what I’m talking about?”

You asked strictly. He gulped.

“No, y/n. I’ve just been watching your cats. Did I do something wrong?”

You let out another sigh before you pulled up your phone. You touched the screen a few times before your turned it around, showing him exactly what you were talking about. He watched in horror as he saw himself in your bed with his hand around his dick. The other hand was holding your underwear under his nose.

“There are many more of these videos.”

You said as you retracted your phone.

“I don’t need to see them.”

He quickly answered as you put your phone back in your pocket.

“Fine, but I want to know why, Jin.”

His mind was racing. How the fuck was he supposed to dig himself out of this one? You had physical proof now. He couldn’t deny it anymore.

“I didn’t know I was being filmed.”

He muttered as a poor excuse.

“Me neither. I set those cameras up when I didn’t think I would find someone to watch the cats. Unfortunately for you I forgot to take them down.”

He went silent again, slipping his hands into his deep pockets. Feeling around, trying to come up with a solution.

“Please tell me you have a logical explanation for all this. Why did you masturbate every single day with my stuff while I was gone?”

You seemed more upset that you couldn’t make any sense out of it, compared to what he actually did. Maybe if he just confessed you would forgive him.

“I like you, y/n. No, I actually think I love you. I’m in love with you.”

He blurted out. You were taken aback at his sudden honesty.

“I don’t understand why, I used to hate you. I never liked you. But ever since the incident in the taxi I haven’t been able to take my mind off you.”

He reached for your hand over the table, but you quickly pulled away.

“I love you, y/n!”

“So why didn’t you tell me? Why did you do this instead? You realise how fucking crazy you sound right now, right?”

You snapped back at him. Coughing slightly afterwards at your sudden outburst.

“Let me make you a cup of tea, it’ll help with that cough.”

He said calmly. You shook your head.

“I don’t want tea, I want you to leave my house right now!”

“Please, can we just talk about this like adults? I don’t want to fight with you.”

You stopped, wanting to hear what he had to say.

“Let me put the kettle on, and I’ll tell you everything. Just please, I care about you.”

You touched your throat as you slowly nodded. He quickly got up and started the kettle.

“I did it because I didn’t want to ruin your relationship. I saw how happy you were with Hobi. I thought this was my only way to be close to you.”

He tried his best to get you to feel sorry for him. He knew you would be much better off with him than that excuse of a boyfriend you had. He just wanted to pull on your heartstrings. Even if it was completely a lie.

“I just- sorry. I’m sorry. But I’m crazy about you, y/n. I’ve never felt like this before. I didn’t know what to do.”

You looked down at the table as he prepared your tea.

“Do you want sugar and milk?”

He asked carefully.

“Just sugar.”

You answered after a few beats of silence. You were clearly fighting some sort of mental battle. But it was alright, he was going to make that decision for you.

“I really care about you. I’ve been nothing but a dick to you, I know. But I want to make it up to you.”

He placed the tea on the table before you. You stirred it a couple of times as you waited for the tea to get ready.

“It’s just really uncomfortable, Jin. Yes I used to have a crush on you but that doesn’t give you the right to do such things.”

You scolded him as you brought the cup to your mouth slightly blowing at the hot beverage.

“Again, I’m sorry.”

He said and bowed his head in fake defeat. This wasn’t his loss. Sooner than later you would be his.

“I don’t know if I can forgive you. I need time to think about all this. It’s all too much for me right now.”

You took a sip, feeling the sweet warm drink soothe your sore throat. You immediately took another big sip to get the feeling back.

“I get it. I’ll give you all the time you need when we get to your new home.”

He said bluntly. You crossed your eyebrows at his comment.

“My new home?”

He nodded.

“You’ll love it there. Just you and me. We can spend as much time as you’d want to heal all the shitty things I’ve done to you.”

You shook your head.

“What? What are you talking about?”

You felt your sight getting blurry, your body suddenly felt really heavy.

“What- what have you done to me?”

You slurred as you fell back in your chair. Tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you felt yourself loosing control of your body.

“It’s ok, baby.”

Jin got up from his chair and walked over to you. In your last efforts you slung yourself off the chair and onto the floor, trying to crawl away from him.

“I’m sorry, but I had to do this. I’m sure you’ll forgive me once you realise what an amazing life we’ll have together.”

He bowed down and grabbed you. Making you look at him. Finally you would be his and his only.

“Fuck you.”

You managed to say before the drugs made you close your eyes and fall limp in his arms. You looked beautiful, he thought. Like sleeping beauty just waiting for him to save you. It would probably take some time for you to forgive him, but like he said, he would give you all the time you needed. And eventually you would realise that you were made for each other. He would make sure of that.

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twinkle - ot7 x reader

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summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

a/n: i wrote this fic in 2018 on ao3 and wattpad, but im putting it here for archival reasons ♡

Warmth. A comforting heat surrounding her was the first thing Ophelia felt as she slowly came back to reality. The softness of where she was laying alongside the warmth was enough to nearly lull her back to sleep until the realization that her bed at home should not be this comfortable held her back. But still, her eyes felt too heavy to open just yet.

While her current comfort never came from her own bed, it was a feeling she felt on frequent occasions. She and her friends often had sleepovers together, all of them cuddled up on one bed with piles of blankets surrounding them. Maybe that's where she was- she just had too much to drink and ended up blackout drunk with all her friends. She reached out her arm, which felt much heavier than normal, and attempted to hit one of her friends sleeping next to her to wake them up. Except her arm didn't come in contact with skin, only what felt like a wooden bar. 

A wooden bar?

Turning her head towards where she threw her arm, she could see through her barely open eyes that this was not, in fact, any of her friends' bedrooms. Ophelia went to rub the sleep out of her eyes and her arms were sore, almost as if she had been working out all night. Once her hands met her face, she left them there even after rubbing her eyes; they felt too heavy to move. 

Ophelia groaned and tried to sit up to see her surroundings better. She eventually sat up by putting her weight on her arms behind her to push her up, but soon fell backward, hitting her head on the bars on her short way down. Hissing in pain, she continued her attempt. Eventually, she sat up and rested her back on the white bars. 

The room surrounding her was dimly lit, with a light hue of pink due to the early morning sunshine shining through the sheer pink curtains. As her eyes adjusted, Ophelia noticed that the room had a pink and white theme to it- white furniture with baby pink accents. She looked down at where she was sitting; a crib with white bars, pink comforter and pillow, and white sheets with small cartoon pandas on them. Ophelia would've thought it was cute had she not been trapped in it. 

The crib was in the corner of the room, with a walk-in closet in the corner diagonally. A dresser was straight ahead of where Ophelia sat- it had multiple stuffed animals atop it. To the left of the crib, also in a corner, was a changing table with cupboards above it. A large sliding door was on the wall between the changing table and closet, covered by the pretty pink curtains, and Ophelia could see that it led to a balcony. 

Besides the balcony doors, there were two other doors in the room- one in front of Ophelia, to the left of the dresser, and another on the wall to the right of her. This gave Ophelia three potential options to escape this strange room she was in. She didn't know where the two wooden doors led to, but she knew the balcony doors led outside, guaranteeing her an immediate way out. Now her only problem was getting out of the crib with her weak limbs. 

Gripping onto the bars, Ophelia attempted to use them to pull herself up to her feet. After many attempts, she finally managed to stand on her shaky legs. Most of her body weight was on the bars of the crib, trying to flip herself over. The bars went up to her waist, making it rather difficult to just flip herself using her own weight, but she persisted. Once she managed to lift a leg up and over the rails, she quickly fell down, loud and hard, onto the white carpeting. 

She winced and opened her mouth in a silent scream as she landed on her back. After the majority of the pain passed, Ophelia rolled herself onto her forearms and was about to sit up when one of the doors open. 

Jimin had woken up when he heard a loud bang from across the hall. He didn't think much of it at first, assuming it was only Jin or Tae working on the baby room again. Once he remembered that Ophelia was now in the room, he shot up out of bed not caring if he woke Yoongi up or not. After the short rush to the nursey, Jimin opened the door, revealing his baby laying on the floor.

"Good morning, baby. You're up early," Jimin said with a smile, bending down to the ground so he was eye-level with Ophelia. "What are you doing out of your crib?"

Ophelia only stared at the stranger with a look of confusion and fear. Her trance was broken when the man picked her up, causing her to instinctively scream and attempt to get down. She pushed against his chest, kicked her legs, and squirmed as best as she could with her weak muscles, but it had no effect on Jimin's hold on her. 

"Let me down," Ophelia said, continuing her efforts to escape. 

Jimin wasn't phased by the girl's squirming. He actually found it cute. "Someone's fussy this morning," He said, continuing to gently bounce her on his hip. Ophelia quickly tired herself out and threw her head back with a groan. Jimin had to readjust his hold on the small girl so that she wouldn't fall backwards out of his arms. 

Once she was settled in his arms, Jimin gave a smile and began walking out of the room. Ophelia panicked at the sudden movement, instinctively grabbing onto Jimin to ensure she wouldn't fall. She dug her nails into the side of his neck, causing Jimin to wince at the slight pain. He grabbed Ophelia's smaller hand and held it in his own to keep it from harming him further.

"Don't hurt Mommy, baby- It's not nice,"

Ophelia stared at Jimin as if he had gone insane. "What the fuck." She said, confused as to why he had referred to himself as 'Mommy.' From what Ophelia could see, he was a young man not much older than herself; definitely not her 'Mommy.'

Jimin gave an overexaggerated gasp and released Ophelia's hand to tap his own against her mouth. "We do not use that kind of language, little one."

Ophelia continued to stare at Jimin, silently judging him. 'Did he just scold me?' she thought. Wanting nothing more than to get out of his hold, she reached up to scratch him again until she felt him walking down the stairs. The sudden bouncing and fear that he could potentially throw her down the steps caused her to hold back on harming of Jimin and instead hold on tighter.

Once they were down the stairs, Ophelia could see outside through the window, which was large and took up the entire front wall. The sun was rising, which coated the grass and trees outside in a sun-kissed, orange hue. Ophelia also noted that there were no other houses nearby, slimming her chances of being discovered by a neighbor. 

Ophelia kept her attention on the windows and front door, so she didn't even hear Jimin speaking to her until he gently bounced her, taking her out of her thoughts.

"Are you watching the sunrise, baby?" Ophelia ignored him again.

The front door didn't have an obvious lock, so all Ophelia had to do to get out would be to twist the doorknob lock. Or, at least she hoped. From all the murder and crime documentaries she's watched, she knew there was always a catch; it couldn't be as easy as twisting the doorknob. 

The only thing on her mind was getting out of the strange house, so when she felt herself being lowered from the man's arms, she started to make a break for the front door. What she wasn't anticipating was to be sat down and buckled into a highchair. 

A highchair, of all things.

This brought her back to reality (somewhat), and she immediately began to try to take the tray off the highchair, since she couldn't reach the straps with it on. She didn't expect it to budge, anyway- she couldn't even take the tray off of Rose's highchair. After many failed attempts, Ophelia let out a frustrated groan and began yelling at Jimin to take her out of the chair.

Jimin, however, ignored her fit and continued to pour her cereal into a small bowl. The milk was being heated in the microwave, and once it was out Jimin poured in a bit of powder into it. It was a drug Taehyung had said would make her calm and compliant, something Ophelia really needed to be right now. Jimin wasn't too sure how much to put in, since Ophelia was small and Jimin didn't like the idea of drugging her, so he only put in a teaspoon of the white powder.

Taehyung was a genius when it came to creating drugs and medicines. He knew exactly what nearly everything did, and how much would be lethal (very handy when you're involved in mafia business). He really prepared for when Ophelia came; he knew she wouldn't naturally adjust, so he prepared powders to make her sleep, calm, excitable, heighten her emotions, and many others. Some were impractical, while others they had considered using daily- the calming one to be exact.

Jimin shook the bottle while walking back over to Ophelia, who had now calmed down but was still working on taking the tray off. The highchair was placed at the head of the table, so Jimin took a seat to the girl's right. Once Ophelia noticed Jimin was back, she stopped her attempts at escape and glared daggers at the short man.

"Take this off," she said, her voice low and menacing, "Now."

"You're so cute," Jimin cooed, placing the bowl of dry cereal on the tray, bottle still in his hands. "Do you want to eat your cereal first? Your bottle's still a bit too hot for your little mouth."

The glare never left Ophelia's face as she diverted her attention from Jimin to the pink plastic bowl of colorful cereal. Honestly, she was starving. Ophelia couldn't remember the last time she ate anything, but she was sure she could go a little bit longer without food- she's done it many times before.

Realizing she wouldn't eat the cereal willingly, Jimin grabbed a piece and held it up to Ophelia's mouth. "Open up, baby." Ophelia only continued to stare at Jimin with disgust, and occasionally looked down at the purple Froot Loop held to her lips.

"You want your bottle first?" Jimin asked, testing the temperature of the milk on his wrist. It had cooled down to a decent temperature now, and with a smile, Jimin now held the nipple to Ophelia's mouth. 

Ophelia's eyes went wide as the bottle was brought towards her mouth, and began to violently shake her head back and forth. In her thrashing, she swiped the bowl of cereal onto the ground, the noise causing her to stop her squirming. She looked towards Jimin, who now lost his smile and seemed pissed.

Oh no. 

twinkle - ot7 x reader

chapter 04 table of contents masterlist

summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

a/n: i wrote this fic in 2018 on ao3 and wattpad, but im putting it here for archival reasons ♡

The van pulled into the hotel parking lot, and Ophelia still slept. The drugs had made her sick and sleepy, and Ophelia realized that if she slept, her nausea went away. She didn't want to sleep since that made her susceptible to whatever her kidnappers would do to her, but the internal ickiness and external weakness was just too much.

"I'll give Lia her bottle if the rest of you load up the van," Seokjin said, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt so he could move to sit next to the sleeping girl. 

"I thought we were going to stay at the hotel for a bit before flying back?" Jimin asked, stepping out of the van, desperate to stretch his legs after the long car ride. Once Taehyung got out and the sleeping boys in the back woke up, Seokjin took Tae's spot next to Ophelia, running a hand through her hair with a smile. 

"No, I want to get her home soon. She's looking a little pale," Seokjin brushed a hand over Ophelia's forehead and cheek, noting just how hot and clammy it felt. The girl whimpered and turned her head away from Jin in her sleep, causing Jin to give a small coo at the action. 

Once the rest had left the van to pack their things, Seokjin unbuckled Ophelia from her car seat and maneuvered her so she was now sitting on his lap. The movement caused her eyes to open in panic, and her breathing to increase to the point where she was nearly hyperventilating. 

Seokjin noticed the beginning of her panic attack and began to gently bounce her. Ophelia eventually ended up choking on her breaths and sobs, but willed herself to continue to fight despite her limbs not cooperating with her mind. The chloroform started to wear off, as Ophelia could think much clearer and make out small words.

"N-no..." Ophelia choked out, closing her eyes as if that would make everything stop and disappear. "L-let go..." Seokjin only continued to shush her, put her head under his chin, and reached down to grab a bottle of water and a baby bottle. With the baby bottle in her vision, Ophelia noticed white powder resting at the bottom and feared that it wasn't formula mix. Once the water was poured in and the color remained clear instead of a milky white, Ophelia's panicking increased as the water was drugged. 

"Open up, baby," he said, holding the bottle to Ophelia's tightly shut lips, "Open up for Eomma."

Ophelia was caught off-guard by the man referring to himself as 'Eomma,' and Seokjin took to opportunity to slip the bottle into her unwilling mouth. Ophelia refused to drink from the bottle, fighting the natural instinct to suck, and attempted to maneuver the rubber nipple out of her mouth. This only resulted in the water that was forced out due to gravity to smear all over her lips and into her mouth. This caused Jin to click his tongue in disapproval and put slight pressure on the bottle, forcing more water to flow into Ophelia's mouth. Ophelia still refused to swallow, having the water slowly fill her mouth, leaking out from where her lips were parted around the baby bottle.

Not removing pressure from the bottle, Seokjin began to gently blow in Ophelia's face, triggering her to swallow. Ophelia shut her eyes tightly and unconsciously swallowed, causing her to also begin suckling on the bottle. Realizing that some of the white powder was now in her, she admitted defeat and quickly drank the water, wanting to get out of the situation sooner. Being in the car seat was much better than being on the strange man's lap.

With her eyes closed in an attempt to block out her current situation, Ophelia didn't notice another man come back to the car until he spoke. 

"Awh, someone's tired," the deep voice said, gently brushing his finger across Ophelia's cheek. Ophelia opened her eyes and glared at the man, recognizing him as the one previously in the passenger's seat. He smiled in return, laughing slightly at the girl's annoyance. 

"She should be out again soon," Seokjin said, "We have a long flight and I want her asleep for most of it. Tae said she should be out for twelve hours after her bottle." Ophelia began to internally panic; she didn't know what would happen to her in those hours she'd be unconscious. 

Soon enough all the water was out of the bottle. Jin removed the rubber nipple from Ophelia's mouth and grabbed the rag that Namjoon held out to him to wipe the water all over Ophelia's mouth. When his rag-covered finger brushed over her lips, Ophelia bit down on the fabric, causing Jin to pull his finger back. Instead of the expected glare and anger, Ophelia was shocked when the man simply chuckled before continuing. 

"Silly baby," Jin threw the rag back into the bag and tapped the tip of the girl's nose, "Eomma's finger isn't your bottle."

Ophelia groaned and flung her head back as if the small movements she could make was enough to escape the man's grasp. This only resulted in Jin cooing and rocking her gently. Already feeling the effects of the drug (a downside of being a lightweight), Ophelia sleepily looked outside the van at the clear blue sky and the other men carrying bags. The bright sunlight hurt her sensitive eyes, but she now refused to close them, fearing what would happen when she fell asleep. They said that they were flying somewhere, probably somewhere far away where no one would find her. 

It's not like anyone would look for me, Ophelia thought. My parents would do anything to get me away from them. 

Seokjin noticed Ophelia staring at Namjoon and smiled, figuring that she was quickly warming up to them since her face didn't have the glare it previously did. Namjoon, however, wasn't paying much attention. He was too distracted by his phone to see little doe eyes staring at him. 

"Are you looking at Appa?" Seokjin asked the girl, giving her a small bounce on his lap. This caught Namjoon's attention, who looked to find Ophelia's stare on him. He smiled, but realized that she wasn't exactly staring at him- it was almost like she was staring through him, deep in thought and pretending he wasn't there. His smile was taken over by a concerned glance towards Jin, which was ignored for Jin was too busy staring down at the girl in his lap. 

Ophelia, internally, was at war with herself. On one hand, she realized she no longer had to deal with her parents. No more yelling at three in the morning. No more cleaning up broken beer bottles before her brother woke up so he wouldn't step on any stray glass. No more being the only mature adult of the house. No more.

But that also means she basically left her siblings to fend for themselves. Henry was only a middle-schooler who grew up relying on Ophelia. While neither of them would admit it, Henry really had no clue how to take care of himself and Rose.

And Rose.

Rose. Ophelia left Rose alone. Ophelia felt her panic internalize to the point she was so tense she could explode. How long had she been gone? Rose was overdue for a feeding, and the only thing Ophelia could do was hope that Henry got home from school okay. Sometimes on his walk home, he decided to stop by a friend's home or corner store for a snack. While Ophelia never seemed to care, this time she hoped Henry came straight home and found Rose alone and at least fed and changed her. 

Someone would call the police. While Ophelia wasn't exactly popular, she had a lot of good friends (some of who could be considered 'popular'). Once someone realized that she wasn't answering her texts or came to school, someone would get suspicious and call in. Maybe Henry would as soon as he got home, and Ophelia would be found quicker than the plane could take off. That was most likely impossible, seeing as even Ophelia didn't know where she was. 

Unable to fight against the threat of sleep any longer, Ophelia closed her tear-filled eyes.

first love of late spring - ot7 x reader

chapter eight

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summary: falling, falling, falling- that's what you shouldn't be doing as a young intern at hybe. falling in love with your supervisor is frowned upon, especially all seven of them. you'll never learn, will you? guess you’ll just have to be their dark secret.

tags/warnings: intern!reader, poly relationships, stockholm syndrome, age regression, spanking, drug use, sugar daddy au, dubcon, body dysmorphia

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Entering the dorms usually felt like home, but this time as you followed Hoseok and Jin inside, everything felt off. The usual sweet smell of melting caramel and vanilla was replaced with bitterness and betrayal. All excitement left your body as you were left face to face with the other members.

You tried to ignore the cage behind them to the best of your abilities.

"Baby, come sit down-" Namjoon patted the couch cushion next to him. His voice sounded sourly condescending as if you were a child who just awoke from a nightmare.

"No, I don't think I will," You crossed your arms and leaned all your weight on one foot- you were truly, and royally, pissed with the entire day. "I want answers before I even think of moving from this doorway."

The men exchanged guilty glances, looking back and forth at each other as if having a silent conversation they didn't want you to hear. What hurt the most was when your eyes landed on Jungkook. The youngest sat crisscrossed on the big comfy chair, avoiding any eye contact. He looked defeated and genuinely remorseful.

As you looked him over, you felt your shoulders relax ever so slightly. What were the chances he was complicit in all of this? He was the one who told Jimin to let you out of the cage after all.

But then, you remembered his smirk. He was entertained this morning. The man you trusted and, dare you say loved, was equally as complicit as the others. He was no saint.

"We really think you should sit down-" As you stared Jimin in the eye, you plopped yourself onto the floor wordlessly. He looked flabbergasted, mouth slightly ajar at your actions, but quickly straightened up from the slightest nudge by Namjoon.

The leader cleared his throat, drawing your attention to him. Namjoon had his jaw clenched, visibly growing annoyed with your actions.

"You're a subordinate. Come here, now."

"Not anymore," you quipped, voice seeping with sass, "I'm not a HYBE employee anymore."

"You're still on the payroll. Come." Namjoon beckoned you over to him with his finger. "Now, little girl."

Before you could stand up, hands grabbed you from under your armpits, lifting you up. Your head turned to the side to see Hoseok's face, calm and stoic as he carried you towards Namjoon. Even though you wanted to kick and squirm your way out of his grasp, you kept your legs and arms crossed with all your strength solely out of spite.

"I'm sat," you said after Hoseok gently sat you down on the couch chase next to Taehyung. Now that you were within arm's reach, Namjoon's serious and slightly pissed demeanor made your cocky confidence waver. With all eyes on you, you became shy and focused your attention on the floor.

"So, we have a... proposition." It was Jimin who broke the silent tension, rubbing his thigh out of nervousness. Looking around, you noticed everyone looking rather nervous and uncomfortable, making you even more curious yet anxious about what they wanted.

"We want you to be our baby."

The room filled with an uncomfortable silence, all eyes on you, awaiting your response. All you could do was stare back at Jimin in utter confusion. Baby? Did they want you to be their girlfriend? That simply wasn't possible.

In front of you were seven Gods, perfectly sculpted from their tireless days exercising and rehearsing. Untouchable, unobtainable; A young girl's fantasy. Ultimately that led to the big question- why you? You were a chubby, plain postgraduate who felt blessed to even be working at the same company as these cultural icons, better yet as their girlfriend.

Your eyes fell to the ground. The breath you had been unknowingly holding in was released, and you let it all out.

"Why would I? Being close to you got me fired. What's in it for me?"

No one seemed to have an answer to your question at first, only glances of reassurance from their other members. Realizing you wouldn't be getting an answer, you stood up to leave the dorm.

"I should-"

"We'd take care of you. You wouldn't be alone. No strings attached." Jungkook arose a short second after you, desperate to keep you from leaving. His hand reached for yours, pulling you back towards him. "Please. Don't leave us. Don't leave me."

Oh, Jungkook, you thought. You could never say no to him, and he knew it.

There was shuffling behind you of bodies and papers. You turned, hand still in Jungkook's, to see a document on the coffee table alongside a pen. 'Document' was to be used lightly- it was a thick packet, almost the size of a novel or dictionary. Squinting, you could barely read the text from where you stood.

"It's just for official purposes and protection. Basically, don't ask, don't tell. Sign it and you can stay. Otherwise, we'll be out of your hair."

Your eyes flickered up from the papers to Yoongi, who up until now remained silent and emotionless. Even he now looked anxious, much different from his usual calm and cool persona. Yoongi was always trustworthy, but for some reason, his reassurance felt off.

"Don't ask? But what about the cage-"

"Don't ask, don't tell." His voice was more forceful than reassuring this time- you were pushing some limits. With a sigh, you gave one look around the room at each of the members. They all looked serious, yet held a glimmer of happiness and hope that you would agree. Everything was a haze in your head- you weren't even sure what was in the contract. You felt an outsider watching as your body knelt on the floor, taking the pen in your hand, and signing on the dotted line.

What did you just sign yourself up for?

———

A week had passed before you were assigned any new projects at work. For the past week, you hadn't moved an inch from your bed. No one, not even the guys, had reached out to you during your week-long depression, making you feel even more isolated and dirty.

The early morning commute was quiet and dreary as if everyone else was still in the semi-depression that you just spent the past week in. You'd like to forget everything, like BTS, the document, the drunken party, and just start anew. In a way, you could. At any point, you could decide to put all that behind you and start fresh. But were you really clean?

As you walked through the building, coworkers and colleagues side-eyed you, gossiping amongst themselves. Ah, you thought, everyone still remembered. Everyone knew. So much for starting fresh.

Before you could turn into a bathroom to cry, someone grabbed your hand from behind you, pulling you further down the hallway and into a dark conference room. Once inside, you yanked your hand away and turned to face the one and only Jung Hoseok.

The older man did not look too impressed.

"You're actually fucking kidding me," you said, crossing your arms. "For not supposed to be seeing you, you sure are making yourself present."

"I don't recall asking for sass, y/n." Hoseok was a very cheerful, happy person, but when he was mad, it was a rather frightening scene. You had a feeling you were nearing that breaking point.

"Why have you been ignoring us all week?"

"What?" You exclaimed, not sure what he exactly meant. "You got it wrong, dude. You guys have been ignoring me all week."

"After you left that night, we have been constantly calling and texting you, but you never answered. You made us worried sick."

"I'm pretty certain I..." your voice trailed off as you checked your phone, only to just now notice all the silenced notifications from the past week. A sheepish, guilty smile crept up on your face as you slowly put your phone back into your pocket, avoiding Hoseok's gaze.

"You signed the contract, y/n. You need to follow it."

"I don't even know what's in-" Hoseok firmly grabbed your shoulder, guiding you out of the room before you could finish your sentence. Wordlessly, the two of you exited the building. Though your head was down, you were certain the two of you had passed your boss during your walk of shame. Great.

Neither of you said a word as Hoseok drove to the dorm. He didn't explain anything and didn't elaborate about the contract. All you could do was follow Hobi's lead and hopefully get some sort of explanation.

Once parked, the two of you sat in silence. Hoseok knew you had questions, and waited until you dared to speak. You took a big breath to calm yourself before speaking.

"Can you please tell me what's going on, Hobi?"

At first, you thought Hoseok just ignored you, too preoccupied with his cell phone. Eventually, he lowered the device slightly and looked over at you with a reassuring smile.

"We care for you, y/n. You don't need to worry about anything anymore."

"Oh, my god. Stop being so fucking cryptic!" You threw your head back in exasperation, letting the back of your head hit the headrest. Nothing was making sense, everyone was acting as if they were hiding something, and you seemed to be at the center of everything. If you didn't know any better, you would have guessed that the members of BTS were planning on sacrificing you or something.

The dorm was empty except for Seokjin and Jimin in the kitchen. As soon as the door closed behind you and Hoseok, their heads popped up comically around the corner.

"y/n!" They exclaimed, rushing towards you and engulfing you in a tight embrace. All you could do was just accept it, letting them take your bag from you and usher you into the living room. You remained silent as they gently scolded you for ignoring them, the same general spiel that Hoseok gave you earlier.

Sitting down on the couch, you kept your head down and ignored the three of them. Everything had been so weird recently. Especially now, with Jin and Jimin fussing over you like a mother. You knew they were hiding something, but you just had no proof.

"Can I have some water?" You asked, your throat dry and scratchy from anxiety. Jin and Jimin both went quiet, quickly realizing you weren't listening to a single thing they were saying.

"Of course, baby," Jimin said, excusing himself to go back to the kitchen. Finally, you looked up to meet Seokjin's eyes.

"Why do you care so much about me? Why do I always end up here?" You deadpanned. Seokjin gave you a sad smile before sitting down next to you and pulling you onto his lap. He gently nuzzled the top of your head, cuddling you close.

"Because we love you."

With those words, you felt every part of your body tense up and freeze. Did he say what you think he said? No, it was impossible. Seokjin was known to be blatant for comedic effect, but you had a feeling this wasn't meant to be funny.

You stammered over your words, not entirely sure what to say. Your hands pushed against Jin's chest, trying to escape the hold he had on you, but he had much more strength than you. The older man just held you closer until Jimin came back with your water.

In a sippy cup.

"Is this a joke?" You asked as you bursted out laughing. You looked at Jimin and Seokjin, only to realize they were not laughing with you. Jimin held out the sippy cup towards you, and when you didn't take it quick enough handed it to Jin.

"Where's Hoseok? I bet he would find it funny," you tried to justify the humor you found in the situation, but the two men paid you no mind. Seokjin stood up, gently shifting you onto the couch and placing the sippy cup on your lap. The cup was a translucent pink with musical instruments all over it, except for the clear nipple and the teal handles.

"Come on, we gotta get to the studio," Hoseok said, coming back into the living room with your backpack. You completely forgot that he left with it earlier.

"You mean the place you took me from?" You sassed him, "Why would you bring me here, give me a sippy cup, and then take me back there?" 

Everyone ignored you and your questions and focused more on getting prepared to go to work. You looked around the room in search of the hidden camera for whatever prank they were pulling on you. A pair of hands grabbed you and lifted you off the couch. Instinctively, you wiggled and squirmed, but Jin was much stronger than you and held you easily in his grip. Just like a toddler, he held you on the side of his hip. You grasped onto the fabric of his shirt, feeling unsteady at the unfamiliar hold. They were talking to you, but you couldn't comprehend a single word. Whether out of panic or confusion, you didn't know. All you knew was that Seokjin was holding you like a child while walking out of the apartment.

And in your hands remained the sippy cup. 

first love of late spring - ot7 x reader

chapter seven

table of contents masterlist join the taglist discord

summary: falling, falling, falling- that's what you shouldn't be doing as a young intern at hybe. falling in love with your supervisor is frowned upon, especially all seven of them. you'll never learn, will you? guess you’ll just have to be their dark secret.

tags/warnings: intern!reader, poly relationships, stockholm syndrome, age regression, spanking, drug use, sugar daddy au, dubcon, body dysmorphia

taglist: @frieschan, @savagemickey03

Pain was the first thing you felt as you slowly gained consciousness. Your head throbbed, and your eyelids still felt heavy. Nothing felt real, almost as if you were still dreaming. You raised your heavy hand to rub your pounding head, only to have your elbow bump into something thin and metal. Curiously, you cracked open an eye.

The lights were dim yet blinding, but you could make out multiple thin, black metal bars to your left. Rubbing your sore eyes, you made a pitiful attempt to sit up. Once you had your bearings did you realize where you were.

You were at BTS' dorm. More importantly, you were in a metal dog cage. You tried to think about how much you drank last night to end up passed out in a dog kennel, but you couldn't remember anything from the night before. Did you really drink that much to blackout?

As you became more aware, you noticed the dog cage was decorated. Multiple blankets were stacked underneath you, with a velvety royal purple one twisted around your legs. There were multiple stuffed animals along the edges, with a giant pink axolotl squishmallow you used as a pillow. Fairy lights were weaved through the bars, softly twinkling in no particular pattern. Looking up, you noticed a pastel rainbow canopy hanging above you. The curtains surrounded the entire cage, making the room look as if there was a rainbow filter over it.

You scavenged about for your phone, not sure where it was amongst the blankets and stuffies. Picking up the squishmallow pillow, you found it resting up by the back of the cage. As you went to grab it, you noticed something just to the right of your phone.

A pacifier.

"What the fuck...?" You asked yourself. Quickly, you grabbed your phone and covered the pacifier back up with the squishmallow. All you could do was sit in absolute confusion, allowing yourself a moment to try to rationalize your situation.

"Ah, good morning," Jimin's voice brought you back to reality. He sat on the couch, and you had to wonder how he got there without you noticing. Was he there the whole time and you just didn't see him?

"What happened last night?" You asked, tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. "It must've been crazy enough for me to end up in a dog kennel."

Jimin laughed gently as he stood up. He walked closer to the cage and bent down so he was at eye level with you.

"You could say that," he smiled, fiddling with the lock on the cage. "Well, you had a bit too much to drink and ended up passing out."

"I can assume that," you said, frustration growing in your voice as you watched him playing with the lock, yet not actively unlocking it. "But what happened? You guys don't even own a dog, why am I in here?"

"You wanted to be in there, remember?" This time Taehyung spoke from the doorway. "You were all excited to sleep in your own little cage, it was cute."

With your mouth agape, you looked back and forth between Jimin and Taehyung, absolutely speechless. There was no way you asked to be put in a cage like an animal. You stumbled on your words, unsure of what exactly to say.

Jungkook slowly walked up next to Taehyung, and you immediately took note of his arrival on the scene.

"Jungkookie!" You called out, but his attention was already on you. "Jimin and Taehyung are being weird."

The maknae chuckled before waving his arm nonchalantly. "Jimin hyung, let her out." Your eyes never left Jungkook- he acted like this was the world's most normal thing, just like Jimin and Taehyung.

Jimin unlocked the cage and swung the door open, allowing you to crawl out. Once you were face-to-face with Jimin, you spoke more urgently and demanded.

"No, something's wrong. What's going on?" You asked, crossing your arms across your chest as you looked around the room at the three men. "Where is everyone else?"

"At the office already. We were just on our way there." Taehyung spoke up, obviously avoiding your first question.

It was strange. The three of them were acting as if this was the most normal thing in the world. But, you could tell they were hiding something; something that they weren't telling you. Even Jungkook, your closest friend and confidant, refused to look you in the eye and held the same smug smirk that the others had. Everything was very confusing- it was like an inside joke they weren't letting you in on.

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"y/n, my office, now."

You did a double take at your supervisor's unusually strict demeanor. Most days you were greeted with a smile and small talk, never an aggressive command. So far, nothing today felt normal.

As you closed the office door, you attempted to ask the boss what the issue was. Before a syllable could escape your mouth, he began questioning.

"You are aware that having an inter-office relationship is unprofessional? Especially one with idols?"

Mouth agape, you weren't sure what to say. At some point, you expected this conversation, but now you really wondered what happened last night to bring it to your boss's attention.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm aware of it, and I will try my best to rectify it." You replied, head deeply bowed partly out of respect, and partly to avoid eye contact. When no response was given, you cautiously looked up.

"Are you, though? Everyone saw you last night, all your coworkers, colleagues, superiors... Everyone. You shouldn't be sorry, you should be ashamed."

Your boss slid his phone across his desk, indicating for you to pick it up.

"Look. Tell me the context of those pictures."

With shaking hands, you took the cell phone off the desk and began inspecting the first photo.

"It's at the bar. I'm sitting on Jung Hoseok's lap...?" You rattled off what you saw, becoming more and more concerned with each photo.

None of this seemed right. You didn't remember a thing, yet these pictures painted a picture of someone that wasn't you. Your boss demanded you scroll to the last photo, voice still stern and furious.

"It, uh, it looks like Kim Seokjin is carrying me out to his car. I'm-" a semi-opaque logo in the bottom right corner caught your eye- Dispatch Korea.

Oh, yikes.

"I think you found the bigger issue here," your superior said smugly, smirking at your shocked face. "You don't have to worry about that bit- our legal team is on good terms with Dispatch's publishing team. They'd be dead in the water if they posted that.

"Nevertheless, your antics could have potentially ruined this company. Don't interact with the talent anymore. You're on desk duty."

The pit in your stomach worsened as you sat down in your cubicle. Not a single one of your coworkers greeted you- in fact, they walked a bit quicker past your desk than usual. Everyone must have known at this point.

You opened your laptop to your workspace, but not a single assignment, goal, or job was listed on Jandi. Essentially, you were on paid administrative leave. Closing your laptop, you quickly packed up your things before leaving the office. As you walked through the halls, people stopped in their tracks at the sight of you, looking wide-eyed as they saw the talk of the office in person.

Rain poured down towards the ground as you opened the lobby door. Of course, it was pouring rain today. You checked the balance on your T Money card in hopes of taking the bus home, only to be met with an insufficient balance. Just your luck, you thought. Walking it was, then.

By the time you arrived at your apartment, you couldn't distinguish the tears from the raindrops on your face. Your apartment was freezing cold and you were soaking wet- immediately you began to get changed into warmer, dryer clothes before settling into bed for a sob.

You stared out the window your bed was next to, letting the thunder and raindrops racing each other on the window lessen your sobs, eventually lulling you into a comforting sleep.

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The sound of a blender startled you awake. You quickly sat up, your eyes falling upon no other than Kim Seokjin. Letting out a sigh of relief, you relaxed back, only to then notice Hoseok laying in bed next to you.

"Oh, Jesus!" You nearly had a heart attack at Hoseok's close presence, grasping at your own chest.

"Not Jesus, just Hobi," He said with a silly smile, pulling you down so you were laying on top of him. Your muscles tensed at first, only to then give in and relax against his muscular figure.

"What are you even doing here? Weren't you told not to see me anymore?"

"Does it look like we care?" Seokjin asked, not once looking up from his cooking in your tiny kitchen. "Besides, we basically own and operate this country. We do what we want."

"You might, but I don't. I basically got fired today indefinitely because of you."

You glared daggers toward Seokjin as Hoseok gently rubbed your back. His kind touch only made you feel angrier, resulting in you violently throwing yourself away from him.

Finally, Seokjin looked over at you. You leaned against the corner of the walls while sitting cross-legged on the bed, arms crossed and an angry, annoyed expression on your face.

"Do you not care about my life at all? Am I just something for you to play with? I woke up in a cage this morning, for God's sake, and no one is telling me anything!"

Hoseok was about to speak up, but Jin beat him to it.

"I can see you're experiencing some big feelings right now. We'll talk more back at the dorms once we're done with our snack."

All you could do was stare at him with a confused look on your face. Nothing was making sense today.

first love of late spring - ot7 x reader

chapter six table of contents masterlist join the taglist discord

summary: falling, falling, falling- that's what you shouldn't be doing as a young intern at hybe. falling in love with your supervisor is frowned upon, especially all seven of them. you'll never learn, will you? guess you’ll just have to be their dark secret.

tags/warnings: intern!reader, poly relationships, stockholm syndrome, age regression, spanking, drug use, sugar daddy au, dubcon, body dysmorphia

taglist: @frieschan

On album release day, you worked from home. Too many big thoughts invaded your mind whenever you stepped foot in the office- thoughts about the guys, in particular. You thought it best to avoid anything to do with them on their big day. 

Shaking your head, you couldn't stop thinking about them. They acted too nice, too kind, too friendly towards you. Never once did you think you deserved their affection. Yet, you found yourself yearning for it. The shy brushes of hands against each other. The way they would play with your hair, sometimes placing a soft kiss on your head. Taehyung had done that once while piss drunk, leaving you a quiet, blushing mess for the rest of the night. 

Above anything else, you wanted to be wanted. 

Your eyes wandered from the Social Blade page to your phone; it had been unusually quiet, especially considering what day it was. Picking it up, you scrolled through your contacts until you came across the name 'Min Yoongi'. You stared at the message icon for what felt like hours before sending a quick text. 

'congrats!! killer album man' 

You didn't expect an answer right away- they were all off doing promotions and whatnot. While the guys were off performing their newest single and filming other promotional content, you basically got the week off. Your workload had decreased dramatically to just "make sure everything is queued right" and it made you feel a bit guilty. Everyone was working so hard, except you. 

A ding from your phone eventually drew you away from your thoughts. 

'We just got done for the day, come by for the after-party tonight.'

After party? Why would you be invited to that? You accepted Yoongi's invitation with great thanks nevertheless. 

'That means stop by the dorm now.'

Ah. 

You quickly scrambled out of bed and started to put things into your backpack- your laptop, chargers, spare clothes, essentially an overnight bag. By now you've learned that if it was past 15:00 and you were invited over, you would end up staying the night. The choice was never really yours- you'd either pass out at some point or be forced to sleep on the couch by the time 22:00 rolled around. 

The dorm was less than a 5 minute walk away when your phone started buzzing again. You looked down to see it was Taehyung calling you. Quickly, you answered the call, hoping that plans hadn't been canceled at the very last second. 

"Hi, y/n! Are you coming over?" He asked, his deep voice full of excitement. You couldn't help but smile. 

"Yeah, I'm almost there now. What's up?" 

"We're planning on going out right now, so meet us outside the gates and we'll pick you up." Taehyung seemed to sense your confusion and discomfort and continued. "It's a small company party, so don't worry."

As expected, you could see Seokjin's car as you walked closer. Once you were spotted, the eldest waved you down. Taehyung stepped out of the passenger seat and opened the back door for you, trying his best to put on a chauffeur persona. You giggled as you were ushered into the expensive vehicle. 

"Where are we going?" You asked as you buckled yourself in. Taehyung never specified over the call, so you assumed it was a nice dinner out. 

"The club. Taehyung wanted to get wasted."

"Yeah!" Taehyung's enthusiasm confirmed Seokjin's claim. 

You didn't have much to say. Clubs weren't really your thing- it was too loud, had too many people, and was just too intense for you. Nevertheless, you didn't allow your own opinions to ruin the night for everyone else. 

The club was dark and strangely empty- you assumed the company bought it out for the night. It wasn't a traditional club- there was a bar and a dance floor with upbeat music and booths and tables to sit at. You noticed some coworkers enjoying a nice meal, while others were already settled at the bar. 

Everyone sat in a corner booth at the far end of the building. Jin placed a hand on your shoulder, attempting to lead you over to the table. Taehyung, however, immediately grabbed your hand and raced over to the bar. Before you could say anything, the older man was already ordering a plethora of drinks. 

A hand grabbed your wrist and led you away from the bar. It was Jimin, who was shaking his head in laughter. You slid in next to Hoseok, with Jimin sitting down next to you. 

"She's only been here a minute and Taehyung is already trying to get her drunk," Jimin joked. You looked around the table- a drink sat in front of everyone except Seokjin. That soon changed as Taehyung brought over another round of drinks. 

A red and orange drink was placed in front of you. You looked up at Taehyung with a smile, wanting to tell him you didn't drink much. He spoke up before you could collect your thoughts. 

"It's mostly orange juice, don't worry!" The word that caught your attention was 'mostly'. Still, you wanted to be grateful, so you took the drink. 

The atmosphere grew intimidating as time went on. More and more people entered, more drinks were had, and more hands seemed to touch you than normal. The boys were very touchy with each other, and those teasing touches soon included you. Jimin stroked your hair as he talked with the others, occasionally trying his best to braid it. For the most part, you just sat there, not saying much unless spoken to. 

All eyes felt like they were on you solely because you sat with the talent. Occasionally you would catch these glances- mainly female interns throwing the stink eye your way over how you were treated. Coworkers would come up to the table with shots for the members, and they would curiously glance at you. You were the outlier at the table, and people made it known. 

"I-I think I might go..." You said once you finished your second drink. Taehyung had lied- mostly something else in your drink made your head hurt. 

"No, don't leave me, y/n," Hoseok whined, grabbing your waist and pulling you onto his lap. You could smell the alcohol on him as he held you close. 

Everything faded as Hoseok held you on his lap- why weren't the others as shocked as you were? His arms were wrapped around your waist, and he was nuzzling your neck and no one was trying to stop him. You squirmed to try and go back to your seat, but Jimin took your place and Hoseok refused to let you go. 

"One more round and we'll head back to the dorms," Namjoon reasoned. Everyone seemed to agree, and when Jungkook returned with more drinks, you hesitantly took yours. You didn't want to ruin their special night, did you? 

You felt hot and clammy as the night went on. Between your stomach curling and your head pounding, you knew something was wrong. All you wanted to do was go home and rest. The conversation around you was a jumble of syllables and laughter, and all you could do was lean against Hoseok with your eyes closed. 

You felt him shuffle beneath you, making you open your eyes. The sudden movement only made you hurt more. You groaned out in pain as you were placed on your feet, and soon stumbled backward against the table. Seokjin picked you up off the ground, carrying you out to the car. Your head was a mess, but you could hear him and the others explaining to your coworkers how you had just drunk too much.

"Can you take me home, Jinnie? I don't feel good." You asked as Jin sat you down in the backseat of his car. He buckled you in with a chuckle and a simple response of 'later'.

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"God, we want you so bad," Namjoon said. You sat straddling his lap, passionately kissing him. Nothing hurt and you were in paradise. 

"Take me, Daddy. God, take me, take me." You whispered in between kisses. Everything felt so good. 

A hand grabbed the back of your head, gently pulling you away from Namjoon. You looked up and saw Yoongi. 

"Joon, you know better than to do this while she's drunk."

"I'm not drunk," you playfully giggled at the accusation. "I'm completely sober."

"What's your name?" He asked you, still gripping your hair. 

"Yoongi." Yoongi sighed in response and let you go. 

"It's time to put her to bed."

first love of late spring - ot7 x reader

chapter five table of contents masterlist join the taglist discord

summary: falling, falling, falling- that's what you shouldn't be doing as a young intern at hybe. falling in love with your supervisor is frowned upon, especially all seven of them. you'll never learn, will you? guess you’ll just have to be their dark secret.

tags/warnings: intern!reader, poly relationships, stockholm syndrome, age regression, spanking, drug use, sugar daddy au, dubcon, body dysmorphia

taglist: @frieschan

"Thank you for joining me, y/n."

You looked up from your tea, giving Jungkook a soft smile. The two of you grew very close recently, often going on little dates to the various small restaurants around Seoul. This one, in particular, was your favorite- it was all cute and pink and had amazing decorations to take photos with. Jimin had introduced you to the small cafe, as it was a favorite of his. 

Sometimes the other members would join the two of you for lunch, but Jungkook was always there. Every Tuesday at 13:00, you'd get a text from him telling you to meet him outside. He would wait for you no matter the weather, and greet you with a small and a side hug. You would never admit it, but you found the way he treated you attractive. How consistent it was, how he would even be slightly dressed up, how he always listened deeply to you and actively engaged in conversations- it was everything you needed. 

Jungkook was a gentleman. 

"I think this should be the last snow of the season," Jungkook remarked as the two of you exited the building. "Spring is coming soon- it's almost April." 

"I hope so," you said, staring up at the snow gracefully falling towards the earth. A small flake landed on the tip of your nose. "I love spring. It feels like new beginnings."

Jungkook's hand brushed yours, and you moved your hand away out of instinct. You looked down at his hand, and then up at his face. He blushed from the bitter cold before meeting your eyes. This time, he grabbed your hand with purpose and continued the walk back as if nothing happened. 

"Jungkook," you quietly protested, but never let go of his hand. "Someone could see."

"Let them."

You kept looking around to see if someone was watching, but everyone around you kept moving along with their day. No one paid the two of you any mind. You looked down at your feet and blushed. 

The comeback was only a week away. Every day felt painfully long and busy, yet time always seemed to fly by. There just weren't enough hours in the day to do everything that you wanted. You sat in the lounge alone, now lovingly dubbed your 'office' by your coworkers because you were the only one to ever be there. They all knew you would be in there, so coworkers were always in and out asking you questions. Of course, you would always answer them and have a quick chat with a smile, but once they left your demeanor would switch. Working a more corporate-type job always left you wondering why some conversations couldn't have just been an email. Human interaction wasn't always necessary. 

The schedule for today had been posted. By 11:00 you needed to upload the teaser music video for BTS' new single from the album. You thanked whoever created the queue feature for most social media sites, allowing you to automatically post something right on time with ease. Having to have all social posts on different sites go up at the same time without it was stressful. 

After queuing everything up to post, you leaned back on the couch, closing your eyes for a moment to just breathe. Your eyes soon grew heavy as you went in and out of consciousness. Namjoon looked down at his phone. He grew more and more concerned and worried as you continued to miss his calls. After the fifth attempt, he began walking to the lounge he knew you were in. 

He could see you through the window as he walked up to the door. You were curled up on the couch in the fetal position. Namjoon could tell you were out cold- completely dead to the world. He quietly opened the door, tiptoeing his way over to you. 

Gently, he shook your shoulder to try to wake you. You groaned in protest before suddenly realizing you fell asleep. Your eyes snapped open and you shot up from the couch. 

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

"Oh my god, what time is it?" You asked, shaking your computer mouse to wake your laptop. The screen lit up with notifications of missed meetings and the current time- 13:32. 

You had missed lunch with Jungkook. 

"Woah, calm down," Namjoon sat down next to you, putting a reassuring arm over your shoulder. You tensed up but eventually relaxed into it. You just needed the grounding the new weight on your shoulders gave you. 

"It's fine. You've done enough work today," Namjoon kept trying to calm you down, your heartbeat slowly going back to normal along with your breaths. 

"I had a meeting with Jungkook at-"

"I know, I know. He's busy with dance practice right now." Namjoon removed his arm and stood up. "I think you should go home and rest. You did well. I'll walk you home."

Namjoon had such a calming presence, you thought to yourself. It was in the tone he spoke in as well as his words. He was much older and wiser than you, and out of anyone you took his advice to heart. While he looked intimidating on the outside, he had the purest heart and wisest soul.

"You work too hard," Namjoon stated as the two of you walked through the building. "With the comeback and all, I think we all need a good rest once it's all done."

"You're one to talk," you said, lightly elbowing Namjoon in the side. "I think you guys are overworked. Once the album comes out, my workload lightens. You seven still have performances, concerts, and a world tour after."

Namjoon chuckled at your statement. He knew it was hard and stressful, especially with the tour coming up in May, but it was nothing they hadn't done before. You, on the other hand, were completely new to this. While school taught you social media marketing, they never taught you just how stressful it would be managing the social media accounts for the most famous idol group in the world. Nothing could have prepared you for this. 

The weather finally seemed to liven up the past few days. The air was no longer bitter cold, snow no longer littered the ground, and you could see the sprouts of future flowers. It smelt fresh outside, and you just felt an overwhelming sense of joy from the changing of the seasons. 

You lead Namjoon down to your basement studio apartment. From the look on his face, he was rather shocked at just how tiny the space was. There was just enough room for the two of you to comfortably stand in the kitchen together. 

"Thank you for walking me home, Joon." You smiled at him as you sat down on your sofa bed. The older man just continued to look around at your barren apartment. 

"You know, you can stay at my place anytime you'd like," he offered, doing a double take when he spotted the molding kitchen counters. "I'm rarely there, and it has a beautiful view of the Han River."

"Oh, thank you," you said and politely declined his offer. You don't know what you would have done with a huge apartment, and you felt like staying in his apartment would just be too kind of him. You had a place to sleep and live, and you were happy. 

"Or just come visit the dorm again- you're always welcome there."

Many nights now you had crashed on their couch, usually after a long night of gaming and drinking. Occasionally you would do something work-related, like film videos or discuss future posting schedules. One time, you had to sit in on a livestream alone to make sure everything went smoothly. You usually had a partner with you, but the late-night, post-show live was a spur-of-the-moment decision. 

Namjoon ruffled your hair before leaving. You smiled at the door after his exit. 

You had been working at HYBE for about six months now. In six months, you managed not to be fired, get a promotion, and make seven amazing friends. How lucky could you be? Namjoon was like a smart and kind older brother. Seokjin and Hoseok were so, so silly yet somehow maintained a level of strictness and authority. You could always rely on Yoongi to give you unbiased opinions as well as just someone to listen to your problems without judgment. Taehyung and Jimin always managed to get you out of your shell whether you liked it or not. And Jungkook, he especially made you feel wanted. 

Jungkook. Whenever you thought of him, something inside you fluttered. He had always quite literally looked at you differently than the others. His eyes never seemed to leave you, and whenever your eyes would meet you'd have to look away with a blush. He knew what he wanted from you, and you think you know as well. 

You all were just friends, of course, but you couldn't help but think deeply about their actions. What exactly were their intentions? You closed your eyes with a sigh. In your mind, you pictured them. Their eyes, mouths, hands. You became intimate with them over the months, kilometers more than what an employee relationship should be. It wasn't your fault you thought so deeply about their every move, wondering if there could be something more. 

A college friend of yours from America had multiple boyfriends while in school, and they were all aware of each other. It was abnormal, but everyone seemed happy and fulfilled in the relationship. Polyamory, she had called it. You couldn't help but picture yourself in her position- seven boyfriends who all loved and cared for you. No matter what you looked like, or what you did, they just wanted you for you.

You wanted to feel wanted.

You wanted their wandering touches, their reassurances, their love. You craved it. Never once had a man looked at you with desire and love, making you feel less than the other girls who had perfect bodies, perfect personalities, and perfect men. Just once, you wanted to feel what unconditional love meant. 

A tear slowly rolled down the side of your face. In your heart and mind, you knew they didn't think of you like that. You were just a staff member to them, a friend at most. 

first love of late spring - ot7 x reader

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summary: falling, falling, falling- that's what you shouldn't be doing as a young intern at hybe. falling in love with your supervisor is frowned upon, especially all seven of them. you'll never learn, will you? guess you’ll just have to be their dark secret.

tags/warnings: intern!reader, poly relationships, stockholm syndrome, age regression, spanking, drug use, sugar daddy au, dubcon, body dysmorphia

taglist: @frieschan

February 1st was your first day starting as a social media manager for BTS. Scratch that- not a manager, but the social media manager. Your new position came with many amazing benefits, and you liked working from home when you weren't with the band. It felt like you were amongst the popular kids at school for once. You followed them around all day, taking pictures and videos for their socials. It almost felt like a dream- your job was to be their friend and photographer. They treated you more as a friend than a staff member. 

Then there was dealing with the fans. Being sneaky and having a secret fan account on multiple platforms allowed you to see what the fans were liking and into, giving you more ideas for the official pages. That meant you were in on all the inside jokes, leaked information, as well as what was trending amongst the fandom. 

Back in your youth, you ran a fan Twitter account for One Direction. You understood the fans better than anyone else because you were in their positions at one time. Times have changed over the past decade (you didn't even want to think about how long it's been), but getting back into the groove of things was easy enough. 

"y/n, you don't have to be so formal with us," Jimin would tease you all the time. While your job was fun, you were still a staff member. The boys would call you out constantly on you referring to them as 'sir', complaining about feeling old, and whatnot. They saw you as an equal and awaited the day you felt like one too. 

Today was the filming for a Run BTS episode. You didn't entirely understand the concept of the game- all you knew was that they were painting something and whenever they asked you to take a photo, you would. It was adorable- they would hold up their paintings like proud little kids. The photos would be posted to their individual Instagram accounts, so you would send each member a copy on KakaoTalk. 

"I think y/n should be the judge!" Taehyung said, standing up from his chair and pointing in your direction. You looked up from your phone in confusion, only having heard your name and 'judge'. The boys noticed your deer-in-headlights look and let out an endearing laugh. 

"Just tell us who you think has the better painting. We'll film a male staff member saying your answer so you don't have to." Yoongi said. You appreciated not having to have your voice in the recording. 

You gave each painting a very good look. Namjoon painted what appeared to be the Han River. Seokjin painted a rainbow that had been destroyed by brown paint, most likely by Jungkook that sat next to him. Jungkook didn't have much on his paper, obviously focusing more on disrupting the other members. Taehyung had an all-black abstract drawing that almost looked like it belonged in a modern art museum. Jimin's painting was of a variety of flowers in a bouquet, also destroyed by Jungkook by a brown marking of 'JK' right in the middle. Yoongi and Jimin seemed to have a combined painting that illustrated the seven members of BTS as crudely drawn stick figures when placed side by side. You chuckled at Yoongi's portion of the picture where he drew Seokjin with comically large shoulders. 

"Yoongi wins solely for how he drew Jin," you said, smiling at the excessive cheering from the normally calm member.

It really was days like this when you enjoyed your job. 

You sat in one of the production lounges on your laptop, editing some promotional photos for Instagram. Stretched out across the length of what had to be the building’s comfiest couch, you let out a long yawn before checking the time. 

A text alert is shown as you checked your phone. An unknown number had called you before sending a simple text. 

‘Hey y/n it’s Jin, are you busy?’

You smiled as you responded ‘No’ with a smiley face. You had no idea where or how Seokjin got your personal number, but you didn’t let that thought bother you much. Once you felt your phone buzz with an incoming phone call did you sit up straight on the couch. 

“Hello? Seokjin?” You asked. The line was quiet for a moment before you heard Jin’s voice through the phone. 

“Hey, could you come to our dorm? It’s not urgent or anything.” 

“Sure! Just text me the address and I’ll be right over,” You replied, standing up and starting to exit the building. There were the sounds of shuffling and muffled voices through the phone, making you wonder just what was going on over there. 

“Actually,” Jin suddenly said, “It’s nothing. You don’t have to.” You stopped in your tracks, now very curious and concerned about what was happening. 

“No, no. Come over. I lied,” Seokjin said quickly after, correcting himself. “We want you to come over.”

————

Jimin roughly nudged Jin with his elbow once the phone was hung up. There was no way he didn’t sound suspicious during the call- stumbling on his words and even backtracking on what he said. They were lucky you just followed along. 

“Fuck,” Yoongi said, holding his head in his hands, “Now we need to think of a real reason why we needed her here. Jungkook missing her isn’t a good enough answer.”

“I think it’s fine…” Jungkook mumbled to himself. 

Namjoon looked across the room and into the kitchen, coming up with an idea upon seeing the state of it. “We could tell her we needed help putting the cabinet knobs back on.”

“We need our social media manager to help us with home renovations?” Yoongi questioned Namjoon’s idea.

“We wanted to film a TikTok?” Taehyung suggested. 

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go with that one!” Seokjin said. 

————

By the time the bus had arrived, the sun was close to setting. You kind of started to regret agreeing to come- it was late and you were quite tired. Finally, you had regulated your sleep schedule to be like a normal adult’s, and the members of BTS had to screw with it. What else did you expect from them?

Within seconds you were buzzed in and headed to their shared penthouse. All seven of them had their own apartments by now, but they all chose to live together still for the majority of the time. You often questioned how they were able to do it for so long- you had two roommates back in college that made you question your sanity at any given moment. 

You barely even knocked on the door before Jimin opened it with a smile. He ushered you inside, and you stood in the entryway in awe. The dorm was beautiful and big. Much, much bigger than your tiny apartment that probably couldn’t even fit seven people in it. The ceiling was high up and the doorways were arched, making everything feel so much bigger and fancier. 

“y/n! Thank God you’re here!” Taehyung said, running up to you and hugging you. You awkwardly stood there, allowing him to hug you. Never once had you had any physical affection or contact with them, and it felt like a weird time to break the boundary. You laughed slightly as he let go of you. 

After taking off your shoes, you were led into the living room where the other members sat. It was odd- everyone acted as if you weren’t needed and that there was nothing you needed to do. The sitting members all smiled and waved at you, remaining in their spots on the couch. 

“So,” you clasped your hands together behind your back, swaying slightly on your feet. “What do you guys need?”

“We just-” Jungkook started to talk, only to be interrupted by Namjoon. 

“We wanted help filming a TikTok!”

You stared at him confused. Filming a TikTok was something they were more than capable of doing by themselves. You had directed some and given them ideas, but for the most part, they would just film it themselves. It felt more natural and created more of a connection with the fan base. 

“You could’ve just done it yourself, you know,” You let out a chuckle. 

“We couldn’t think of any ideas for one,” Hoseok said. He stood up from his spot on the couch and motioned for you to take his seat. You pretended to ignore him at first, but he only kept insisting you take a seat. 

“I mean, there’s a trend of AI face filters right now. You each could do that.”

“Yeah! Let’s just play around with filters,” Taehyung said, pulling out his phone. “Wait, y/n has an iPhone. Can we use your phone instead?”

Without hesitation, you handed your phone over to Taehyung. The seven of them took turns playing around with silly filters, doing their best to keep you out of the shot. You happened to glance over at one that turned Jungkook’s face into a creepy unicorn. 

Hours passed by eventually, and you took your leave. You stood up from the couch, trying to locate your phone. A chorus of disappointed ‘aww’s filled the room at your sudden insistence on leaving. 

“It’s already 22:00 and the buses have stopped running. It’ll be a long walk.” You claimed. Jungkook stood up and walked over to the windows, observing the dark skies and falling rain. 

“It’s pouring rain out there. We can’t let you leave in this- you’ll catch a cold.” He said. The others agreed with him excitedly. 

“Or I could just drive-”

“No! It’s too dangerous. We’ll fix the couch up for you tonight.” Taehyung interrupted Seokjin and his logical solution. Everyone soon began to hunt for spare pillows and blankets for you. 

“It’s fine, guys. I really don’t need to stay here.” You slowly began to approach the front door, hoping no one would notice you leave. Hoseok snuck up behind you, blocking your path to the exit. 

“Nope, no way. We’re older and know what’s best,” he said, guiding you back to the couch. A crack of lightning struck and illuminated the dorm, making you jump at the sudden strike. 

“Awh, you’re afraid of storms,” Jimin said, placing the last of the blankets on the couch. “Now we’re definitely not going to let you outside in this weather.”

The couch had a plethora of blankets and pillows piled high on it. It seemed like each member brought at least two of each for you to sleep on. When you pointed out the hilarious amount of blankets and pillows, you were told that it got cold at night. You looked over towards the thermostat on the wall that read 23°C. The members pretended to ignore your questioning stare. 

You gave in eventually and got settled in on the couch. They made sure you were tucked underneath each of the six blankets and placed some pillows on the floor next to you. 

“Just in case you roll off in the middle of the night,” Namjoon said, seeming like he was speaking from experience. 

Within minutes of the lights turning off and the boys going to bed, you were out like a light. 

Yoongi, Jungkook, and Hoseok snuck out of their rooms at one point, standing in the hallway and watching as the city lights illuminated your sleeping body. They watched as each breath caused the blankets to move up and down, and as you softly snored. 

“You’re crazy for having this idea, Hobi,” Yoongi said with his arms crossed. 

“I mean, it sounds like a pretty good plan,” Hoseok tried to defend himself. “Jungkookie really wants her, and I figured it would be fun for us, too.”

“We do really want her, hyung.” Jungkook said to Yoongi. 

“We? What part of this involves ‘we’?” Yoongi asked, before letting out a sigh. 

“Yeah, I guess it is we.”

Oᵤᵣ Bᵢg Bₐby / BTS OT7

➭genre: little space, age regression, fluff, caregivers bts, little reader, sfw, hurt/comfort, mostly no plot

➭warnings: none

➭note: my first request!! i saw this before going to bed and got so excited I stayed up for another hour and a half working on some of it. also purple car has a lot of notes wtff i love all of you

“Y/N angel, I think today’s the day we need to wash blankie.” Jimin calls out to you in a gentle voice when he spots you waddling down the stares with said blanket in hand after your nap.

You’ve had that blanket for months now and it’d only been washed a handful of times. It was getting so bad that the original pink color it came in was now a nasty light brownish color and covered in all types of food stains.

Originally, Minnie Mouse’s face was plastered in a diagonal line. But now, you could barley see her black outline. Not to mention the wrinkle and god awful smell.

At first they thought you were going through one of your phases and would eventually ask for a new blanket that had whatever thing you were fixated on. And of course they’d buy it for you cause you they loved spoiling you. But that’s how it had always been. Stuck on unicorns? You needed a unicorn blanket. Cars? Needed it in a blanket. Even plants (you could thank Namjoon for that phase).

But no. You couldn’t seem to let go of this Minnie Mouse blanket. Literally. You’d take it everywhere with you. Quick grocery trip, the studio, the beach, to another friends house. The boys were actually glad one time you brought it with you to the water park so they could rinse out some of the dirt from the last trip.

But now it was beginning to be a problem. The boys had several talks about it amongst themselves. All begging the question, ‘how do we get it out of her grasp?’ Why was this one thing giving you so much comfort you would fight them for it? For months they had tip toed around the idea, pointing out the blankets flaws in hopes of cloaking you over time to wash it. But somehow you weren’t phased.

The boys had finally decided to put their foot down that day when Taehyung came complaining to them in the morning about how he couldn’t sleep because the blanket was uncomfortable and smelly, but you had insisted on sleeping with it.

Sure it didn’t bother you, but it was starting to get to them. Being idols, Taehyung needed that sleep. But every time they even reached for the blanket you’d flinch before starting to scream and kick, not stopping under any circumstances till it was secure in your arms.

You quickly shook your head at Jimin’s words, eyes already filled with worry. “No. No wash blankie.” You huffed holding it tighter.

“Baby..” Namjoon warned, not liking the word no coming out of your mouth but this seemed to only make you angrier.

“Baby, it’s icky! Wouldn’t it be nice for it to be soft and clean again? Almost as good as new?” Jungkook asked you trying to pass his excitement over to you but you weren’t having it.

“I don’t want it good as new.” Your voice got louder as you argued with him in a mocking manner which only caused him to frown. This could turn bad really quick.

Your words just made the boys more confused but let the comment pass. “Y/N I don’t think this is up for discussion anymore.” Hoseok said sympathetically. He knew this was going to escalate and that you were likely going to cry, which is one of the things he hated seeing.

“Because it’s not.” Yoongi stepped in with a somewhat firm voice. Yoongi was easily one of the scariest when mad but he never let his anger get to far. Still, you knew his potential from small moments when you were big. “Baby the sooner you hand over blankie the sooner you can have it back.” He explained in a calmer voice.

You seemed to realize that this time they wouldn’t back down so easily. “But l love blankie! You can’t have it!” You almost shouted tears already welling up in your eyes as your face turned red.

“Y/N calm down.” Jimin told you firmly. They had tried to be sweet but it was frustrating when you acted like this.

“Baby, we’re sorry. We truly are, but this has to be done.” Jin told you and your eyes widen with fear when he stood up, making his way towards the end of the stairs where you stood.

“No! No! Please! Mean daddies!” You pleaded with tears, walking up the stairs backwards which was also a no-no. The others followed behind Jin, now worried that you’d trip and abruptly told him to stop moving.

Even when Jin stopped following you, you turned your back and run upstairs and to your room, slamming the door shut behind you.

The boys sighed as they stood there in silence. “I hate this.” Yoongi admitted, guilt brewing in his stomach when you started crying and the boys agreed in hums.

“But we can’t put this off anymore or it’ll come back to bite us in the ass. We aren’t getting rid of it.” Jin spoke as if reminding them cause it felt like you were going through the six stages of grief.

“Maybe she doesn’t realize that. We should try to make her understand the situation more.” Namjoon suggest and without another word Taehyung pushed himself between them and up the stairs. Jimin tugged on his arm before he could go further.

“You guys just stay here for a while.” He told them ultimately ignoring their confused and concerned glances before continuing up the stairs and to your room.

Taehyung’s heart broke when he could hear your sobs from outside your door. He couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit guilty that his whining had caused you all of this. They knew it brought you some type of comfort but your attachment was getting unhealthy.

When he knocked on your door, your sobbing stopped but he could hear you shift on your bed. “Go away.” You told whoever was on the other side in a shaky voice.

“It’s Tae Tae. I just wanna talk.” He told you and not giving you another chance to refuse before he slowly opened the door to your room before softly closed it.

You watched him with glossy eyes and short shaky breaths as he made his way to the edge of your bed. He held out his arms for you and you slowly climbed into his lap, clinging onto his shirt for dear life as you two hugged.

He combed through your messy hair and after you had calmed down, he spoke. “Baby, why do you like blankie so much? You were over Minnie Mouse ages ago.” He asked trying to understand your attachment to it.

You sniffled before answering, “Because it protec me. Like at the airport.” You stated and at first Taehyung was just confused until he realized what you meant.

The blanket was a split second decision. You were at the airport with them and had spotted it in a store for a brief second. The boys couldn’t resist saying no to you when your eyes sparkled just describing what it looked like to them.

They couldn’t go out and buy it themselves, there was to much press and it was a baby scandal waiting to happen. So they sent out some staff to go get it and you were over the moon when it was in your hands. It was one of the easiest flights with you ever and you were fast asleep the whole time.

The boys had joked about how magical the blanket was and how it protected them from any bad behavior (mostly talking about you). Hearing that, I guess you took it to heart and vowed to take it everywhere.

The worst part of it all was that it worked.

Whenever you took the blanket anywhere you were on your best behavior and had no mishaps.

“Oh but honey, it doesn’t need to protect you at home. Nothing bad can happen here and if something does that’s what we’re here for.” He explained with a beaming smile, happy that they had gotten somewhere. “You trust us right?”

You nodded hurriedly. Of course you trusted your daddies to protect you. They were super safe and had protected you many times before. And now that you thought about it, nothing had ever happened at home…

“So while we’re protecting you, blankie can get a nice bath.” Hoseok spoke softly, you hadn’t even realized that the rest of them were slowly making their way into the room hearts fluttering when you said you trusted them.

“Bath?” You repeated and he nodded with a reassuring smile. “You know when you get icky after an accident or playing in the mud? Blankie feels icky too.” Jin stated and they watched with anxious eyes as you glanced down at your blanket. You guessed it did look less pink, and you had seen a ketchup stain that felt weird when you laid on it.

“Blankie feels icky?” You asked still nervous and the boys smiled, knowing that they had finally convinced you to crack. They would help you feel safe and the blanket would finally get washed.

“Very.” Jimin answered scrunching his nose. He made a mental note to bring up cleaning your room to get rid of the smell.

“Can I help with the bath?” You asked eyes slowly started to brighten which warmed the boys hearts.

“Absolutely!” Tae grinned.

“Now you can’t get in, but you can help wash.” Yoongi clarified but it didn’t seem to matter to you which made him feel proud of you.

Moments later you waddled off be bed and handed the blanket over to Jin causing them to shower you with praises about how good and brave you were. It made you feel a lot better.

After everyone put on gloves, including you, they all headed to the bathroom and got it ready. You had wanted a lot of bubbles and they didn’t fight you.

“We should have used the washer and dryer.” Jungkook said his arm covering his nose when the smell got worse. He was the one with the most sensitive nose so they put him on snack duty instead.

“And the tub is going to be ruined.” Namjoon pointed out when they had drained the nasty brown water for the third time.

“It’s better than buying a whole new dryer.” Jin scolded them with a huff. Not like they couldn’t afford millions anyways.

“I got pink dye.” Taehyung said when he came rushing in out of breath. He had ran all the way to the store when he had thought of the brilliant idea.

After hours of hard labor and letting everything set you were reunited with your blanket right before going to bed. You had been tucked in, teeth had been brushed, story had been read but they could tell you were still sad about not having it with you.

You let out a loud gasp when Namjoon came in the door with it in hand. It smelt like flowers and it got some of its color back. Not good as new, but you didn’t mind.

“Thank you daddies.” You whispered, yawning when it was in your hands. They looked at you with loving eyes at the adorable sight.

“Thank you for being so brave.” Yoongi said back giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before tucking you in himself. Your daddies always knew how to make you feel safe.

aqua hoshino with a crush who isn't interested in him

pairing: aquamarine hoshino x gn!reader

tags: unrequited feelings (aqua for reader), aqua is in denial about his crush, aqua has a bit of an ego (because of his good looks)

aqua is very good looking and used to having girls fawn over him and his looks

he has so many admirers, so many girls that asked him out and turned down so many confessions, that he almost expects every girl that he meets to think he's attractive

he's not arrogant enough to think everyone is going to fall in love with him, but he never met someone that didn't think he was good looking

that was until he met you!

unlike everyone else, you don't show an interest in aqua. not even a small comment about his looks or a lingering gaze

aqua tries to convince himself that he doesn't care at first, but the more dismissively you treat him, the more it annoys him and the more he finds himself thinking about you

aqua tells himself that he's only bothered by it because he needs to know what about him isn't attractive, so he can change it and have a higher chance of success when wrapping people around his finger for his future plans

but it becomes clear that it's not just about that, when he begins to get all tense and nervous just by having you near him

you still don't show an interest in him and yet aqua slowly finds himself falling for the one person who doesn't want him…

treat you better - cedric diggory x fem!reader (part three)

read the other parts: 1, 2, 4

summary: the night of the yule ball is ruined after your confrontation with the boys... but you and cedric manage to grow back together in the days following

requested? not explicitly, but i did incorporate a request into it! see here.

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word count: 1.3k

For the rest of the night, you do your best to smile and dance, hiding your tears behind a mask of happiness. You didn’t want to ruin the night for Cedric; he hadn’t done anything wrong. You could see Hermione putting on the same façade for Krum, and each time you caught her gaze, you would give a slight smile, trying to send her some comfort.

But of course, Cedric, being the Hufflepuff he is, could tell something was wrong. He’d already spent years figuring out how he could help you (in class), and the night of the Yule Ball was no different. He noticed how your smile dropped whenever you thought no one was looking, and how your gorgeous eyes, once shining with joy, were now dark, just two hours since the start of the ball. It tore him apart, seeing you so crestfallen, and despite his questions of “What’s wrong, Y/N? How can I help?” you just couldn’t open up, afraid the tears would start spilling.

Needless to say, the night ended on a bitter note, with Cedric tense from your avoidance of his questions, not wanting to push too far, and you reticent after the confrontation with Harry and Ron. Nothing had gone right on the day you’d been most looking forward to.

The only solace you found was in Hermione. She was going through the exact same thing, and the mutual understanding you had for each other, strengthened by your years of friendship, was the only thing that kept you going in the few weeks after the ball. You didn’t utter a single word to Harry nor Ron, and why should you? When they were the ones so clearly at fault.

Classes once filled with joy and laughter for the four of you had now turned ice cold. Even Professor Snape refrained from condemning your tardiness on a particular day after seeing the glint in your eye and your downturned lips.

Then one day, you had had enough. You would not let the two stupid idiots ruin any more of your days. You dragged Hermione out of bed, asked her to grab any homework she had, and headed to the Great Hall to ask for a picnic lunch. Then the two of you left the castle for the first time in over two weeks for a lovely study session on the grassy plains.

As the sunlight shone on your face, basking your body in its warmth, you felt a smile spread on your face, tugging at the muscles which had gone unused for an unusually long period. It was an amazing feeling, and you lost yourself in it, completely unaware that a pair of grey eyes were watching you, and that the owner of this gaze had involuntarily begun smiling too.

---

The next day, you pull out your inner Gryffindor and find Cedric to apologize for the night of the Yule Ball. After rushing about for a couple minutes, you end up finding him in your study spot at the library.

Reaching the table, you suddenly blurt out: “Oh, Ced, I’m so sorry I haven’t been talking to you. You didn’t deserve any of this, and I feel so bad for ruining the Yule Ball. I’d one hundred percent understand if you never want to hang out with me again, after the despicable way I’ve been acti—”

To your surprise, Cedric muffles your next words with a hug, pulling you into his chest. He massages circles onto your back as your breathing calms down, and when you’re finally ready, you pull back to smile at him. And Godric, was it a smile that Cedric had missed, no matter how weak it seemed.

You push on, needing to explain what had happened. Cedric deserves an explanation, no matter how hard it is to give.

“The night of the Yule Ball, I saw Ron and Hermione arguing. When I neared them, Harry began glaring at me, and it turned into a hot mess. He was mad at me for going to the ball with you, and Ron was mad at Hermione for going with Krum. I promise it had nothing to do with you – I just couldn’t seem to enjoy myself after that. I’ve never gotten into a fight this big with them…”

“Y/N, you don’t need to apologize for anything. In fact, I’m sorry for causing this rift between you. It was never my intention.” But although Cedric would do anything for you to be happy again, inside, he was seething with rage at the two wizards who had caused so much pain.

“No, Ced. It’s Harry and Ron who should be sorry. I’m just so glad we’re talking again.” And you really were glad. You’d forgotten how safe you felt near Cedric. The boy was understanding and calm, and he always put others before himself. Gazing up at him, you felt a sudden surge of joy. Standing onto your tippy-toes, you gave him a peck on the cheek, and promptly bid a quick farewell before the boy could react, before he could notice your reddening face.

But to be honest, Cedric probably wouldn’t have noticed anyway. You were too busy leaving to notice, but as you exited the library, the Hufflepuff had placed a hand on his cheek, where your lips had gently pressed, and promptly turned the colour of a tomato, standing at your study spot.

---

A week later, and it’s nearing Cedric’s birthday. Despite your non-stop pestering about what he wants, the boy adamantly refuses to accept a present. Each time he thinks about a gift, his mind simply goes back to that kiss in the library, and he starts blushing again, much to your confusion.

Of course, you pay his refusals no mind, and decide to throw him a surprise party. It’s not really a gift, so technically you were abiding by his wishes. And so, you invited all his friends, and an excited Hermione as well! Two Gryffindor boys however, were conveniently left off the list.

On the day of the party, you were sent to distract the birthday boy, and you pulled out every single trick in the book. Then, in the late evening, when you two had already gone to Hogsmeade, watched a Quidditch game, and finished two homework assignments, it was finally time for the celebration!

Bringing him back to the Hufflepuff Common Room, you push him into the nook hidden on the right side of the kitchen corridor, and hear a resounding “SURPRISE!” echoing through the hallway.

Cedric’s mouth drops open, and he whips his head back to see an expression of absolute pride on your face. He bursts into laughter at this and pulls you into a hug so tight you’re lifted off the floor.

---

The party was an absolute success. Amidst the dancing, the pounding music, and the drinks, the night was filled with laughter, (bad) singing, and overall, just the lawless energy of the teenage years.

At the end of it all, when most of the attendees had wished Cedric a last “Happy Birthday!” and left, only you were left with the Hufflepuff, sitting next to him on the couch. With the now quieted music and the comforting scent of Cedric’s cologne surrounding you, you drift off to sleep, head dropping onto Cedric’s chest. His arms tighten around you as he too, loses his battle with his drowsiness, and falls asleep with his chin on your head.

When Pomona Sprout comes to check in at lights-out, this is how she finds you too, bodies cuddled together as if made for each other. And she simply cannot bring herself to wake you, instead laying a blanket over the two of you and muttering a “Nox”.

Hermione, however, had sense to head back to the Gryffindor Common Room… where she is met with a sheepish looking Ron and Harry at the portrait hole.

---

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treat you better (part two) - cedric diggory/harry potter x fem!reader

summary: after going on a date with cedric, you begin to like him more and more. thinking about harry no longer hurts, but what about when he thinks of you?

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word count: 1.7k

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warnings: extreme jealousy, some harsh words

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“Mione, hair up or down?” you call out, as you push aside the curtains around your bed, stepping out in a flowy sundress. You hear your friend’s footsteps approach, as she pushes open the dorm door and beams.

“Y/N,” Hermione gasps, “you look gorgeous! Keep your hair down; Cedric’s gonna die when he sees you.”

You smile shyly, a blush blooming on your cheeks at the thought. In an hour, you’d be Hogsmeade with Cedric to visit the new restaurant that had just opened… and you were beyond nervous. But there was also another feeling mixed in there – what was it called? Oh yes: excitement. Excitement that felt like sparkling water, flowing through your veins, that made you want to giggle at everything and anything.

After combing your hair through and picking out a pair of white sneakers and jewelry, you were ready to go. Taking a deep breath, you glanced at the beautiful rose on your dressing table that Cedric had slipped in your hair earlier in the day and smiled. With a final encouraging thumbs up from Hermione, you headed down the stairs and out of the Common Room.

“Y/N. Wow,” the Hufflepuff boy breathes out as he sees you stepping out from behind the portrait hole. And for a whole ten seconds after that, Cedric is speechless, unable to form a sentence.

Unbeknownst to you, the boy had always liked you – ever since that first day in the library when you’d helped him out with a particularly difficult charm, swishing your wand with as much grace as a twelve-year-old could muster. In return, he’d produced a near perfect sketch of a mandrake for your herbology homework, and thus began a cycle of study dates (with actual studying) that had yet to end.

Over the years, as you two had grown closer, Ced grew to love you as more than a friend. He couldn’t help but be in awe as you flourished from a clumsy and shy kid to the confident, kind, and courageous person you were today. When the Yule Ball had been announced, he knew it would be his last chance to tell you how he felt… and when you had agreed, he felt like he could fly from the amount of happiness that exploded in his heart. Cedric Diggory was determined not to mess this up.

You giggled, “alright, alright Ced, you can stop acting so shocked. I appreciate the gesture but I just changed my outfit… nothing new here.” But you couldn’t help the blush that crawled up your cheeks as you noticed the boy’s lingering gaze.

“I’m serious! You look… unbelievable. In a good way, of course,” Cedric finally manages to force out, his own cheeks equally as hot.

And with that, he reached for your hand, and the both of you headed down the path towards Hogsmeade.

******

The date went well. Really, really well. And the moment you got back in the evening, you practically sprinted to Hermione to tell her the good news.

Little did you know, your friend had some news of her own.

“Y/N/N,” she began, at the same time as you opened your mouth.

“I need to tell you something!” You both squealed at each other, then burst into laughter as you fell onto your beds, the epitome of teenage girls.

“You go first,” she volunteers, and you happily accept.

Hermione is nothing if not a good listener, squealing and gasping at all the appropriate moments, beaming at the glow in your eyes as you went through the day.

“At the end, he refused to let me walk back here by myself, saying something about how it wasn’t safe even though we both knew it was still fully light outside! And when we got back: he kissed me! On the cheek! Can you believe it? Well, that’s it – but… wow. Boy, am I glad you convinced me to say yes!”

With that, you finish with a huge breath out, grinning like a madwoman, before flopping down onto your bed. “Now tell me your news! Don’t leave me waiting!”

“Oh alright, alright. But first: I’m so happy Cedric’s treating you well. You deserve it, Y/N. You really, truly do,” your friend begins, “and as for me… I’ve got a date to the Yule Ball!”

You scream with excitement. “Oh my gosh, who is it, ‘Mione? Is it Ron? Oh who knew he had it in him!”

At this, the brunette blushes a deep merlot. “No, it isn’t Ron. And you have to promise not to laugh at me if I tell you.”

Your jaw drops. Who was the secret admirer? “You know me, Mione, I would never. Now SPILL!”

“Okay, okay!” she giggles, “it’s… Krum.”

Your eyes grow to the size of galleons as you struggle to process the information. “Oh. My. Godric. You don’t mean…?”

“Viktor Krum,” Hermione confirms.

“Bloody hell.”

******

A month later, and the day is here. The shared bathroom on your floor is positively overflowing with girls, zipping up dresses, applying mascara, curling their hair, and doing all sorts of fun things. Needless to say, you were taking this very seriously.

“Hermione, could you help zip me up?” you call out, half-wishing you could accio your friend here, through the throngs of teenage madness.

She somehow still manages to find you, despite stepping over 5 makeup bags and tripping over a curling iron in the process.

“Yes of course, could you do mine?” she asks in return; it’s a given, of course.

Once the two of you are ready, you step out of the dressing room, into your shared dorm, and stare at each other in the full-body mirror against the wall.

“You look amazing,” you admire, and it’s true. Hermione’s hair had been pulled into a shiny updo, smooth and elegant, her blue empire waist dress flowy and magical, drifting around her.

“As do you, Y/N!” she replies, taking in your soft locks that fall in waves on your shoulders and the deep red A-Line that complimented your complexion. “Now, let’s go! We both have to dance with the champions, remember?”

As you ran out of the Common Room, there was no sign of Harry nor Ron, but there was no time to dwell on it. They were sure to be at the dance.

******

Cedric was frantically checking his watch, wondering where you were. There were only five minutes left until the champions had to bring their partners out for a customary first dance. Just as he thought this very thought, he turned around, and felt his heart skip a beat.

You were walking down the staircase, looking resplendent and graceful, the image of a princess. And… your eyes were locked on his. He didn’t have to look around to know that everyone was looking at you… most of all the younger boy just behind him, with emerald eyes and unruly hair, whose mouth had widened to a perfect “O”.

As you neared Cedric, you finally let out a breath and smiled, allowing him to place a gentle kiss on your hand.

“You’re beautiful. Always have been,” he whispers into your ear as he leans down to give you a hug.

You swallow down the butterflies in your throat, “and you don’t look too shabby yourself, Ced,” which was the understatement of the century. Cedric was already exceedingly good-looking when wearing the boring black robes everyone wore on a daily basis, so in dress robes he was absolutely dashing. You had the sudden urge to pull him into a deserted hallway where no one else but you could look at him. Little did you know, he was having the same thoughts.

After the moment had passed, you turned to see Harry, and your heart gave a little jump. “I- Hey Harry! You look great. Are you excited to start the Ball off?” you prompt.

“Right, yeah. Ecstatic,” your friend responds. Then to your surprise, he closes his mouth, and turns away, offering a brief, tense smile. You could’ve sworn his jaw had clenched.

There was no time to decipher what on earth had just happened however, for a slow, romantic song had just started, and Cedric was leading you out onto the dance floor, and placing a gentle hand on your waist. Who were you to resist?

******

As the Ball neared its end, Ced left to get you some punch, and you went off to find Hermione, Harry, and Ron. Perhaps you’d finally figure out why the boy had been so cold to you.

As you spotted them sitting on a few chairs near the corner, you brightened and quickened your pace. When you got there however, the amicable scene you were expecting was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Ron was positively red with anger, yelling at Hermione while she scowled at him. Harry was sitting away from them, and his concerned expression turned sour as he saw you approaching.

“Okay, what is going on!” you demanded as you reached them. “Ron, why are you screaming at Hermione, and Harry, what on earth did I do?”

Ron begins, “What Idon’t understand, is why you two went with Pretty-Boy Diggory and bloody Viktor Krum! They’re competing against Harry, they’re his rivals, they’d do anything for him to fail. Where is your loyalty?!”

Harry joins in, his cheeks reddening with every word. “Exactly. Y/N, I can’t believe you would go with Diggory. Next thing you know, you’re going to be wearing a ‘Potter Stinks’ badge because Cedric’s convinced you that he’s the true Hogwarts champion. I can’t believe you. Are you happy now? You’ve figured out why I was so cold? Can’t trust you anymore, can I?”

Your astonishment at their words quickly turns into absolute rage as the Gryffindor in you explodes. “You two are just about the most idiotic people I’ve ever met. Just because Hermione and I have gone with different people has nothing to do with our friendship. We were literally helping Harry train just last week, for Godric’s sake! But I suppose that counts for nothing, does it?”

With that, you latch onto Hermione, whose eyes are brimming with tears, and pull her away from the two flabbergasted Gryffindors, but not before firing off a final retort:

“If you two are jealous, just say it! Don’t be bloody cowards! And don’t get mad at us just because someone else realized our worth before you two dimwits!”

Then the two of you are rushing away, before they can see you cry too.

******

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treat you better - cedric diggory x fem!reader (part three)

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treat you better - cedric diggory/harry potter x fem!reader (part one)

summary: after a month of hints, you and hermione have given up on trying to get ron and harry to ask you two to the yule ball. but nothing sparks action like a little competition... from none other than hogwarts golden boy, cedric diggory.

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word count: 1.5k

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warnings: literally nothing, super fluffy, some jealousy

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“Boys!” Hermione exclaims, throwing her hand up, and you can’t help but agree. “They’re just so -- so --”

“Daft? Infuriating? Excrutiatingly unobservant?” you offered.

Hermione smiles a little at this, “all three.”

The two of you had been dropping hints left and right about the Yule Ball to Harry and Ron for the past month, trying to get them to ask you and Hermione to go. But it was all in vain, you should’ve known those two dimwits wouldn’t realize…

“Remind me again why we like them?” Hermione prompts, a sigh escaping her parted lips.

Your expression matches hers, full of disappointment, “I wish I could tell you, Mione, I really wish I could.”

“Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, do you think we should ask them ourselves??” the brunette asks.

You immediately freeze, “Oh Godric, no, I’m so bad at that. But you’re right, they’re never going to realize…” you groan, “say, we give them another week? And if they still haven’t asked us, we’ll take matters into our own hands.”

Hermione nods in agreement, and after a quick goodnight, you adjourn the emergency meeting and crawl into bed.

Little did you know, the universe had other plans.

------

It had been a fun Herbology lesson, although rather peculiar; Professor Sprout had brought the class to Greenhouse 2 and showed them how to extract bubotuber pus. As a result, you were covered with dirt but satisfied with your work.

As you headed out the door and turned onto the stone corridor that encircled Hogwarts, chatting happily with Hermione, you heard footsteps approach from behind. Turning around, you see Cedric running up to you, his scarf blowing in the wind, a grin on his face.

“Y/N! Wait up! Can I ask you something?” he queries, catching up to you.

Hermione looks at you, and you tilt your head, perplexed. “Well, I’ll see you later, Mione.” She nods, waves at Cedric, and heads off to her next class.

“Hey Ced, what’s up?” you greet him with a smile. Cedric was definitely one of your favourite seventh years by far. You’d met on the first day of school when you had gotten lost and he helped lead you back to the common room. He was like that, always lending a helping hand to anyone who needed it, without the slightest ulter motive. And ever since then, you’d become good friends, occasionally hanging out in your respective common rooms and laughing while catching up. He’d never approached you right after a class though, so you were rather confused as to why he’d chosen to do so today.

“How are you, Y/N/N?” Ced asks when he’s caught his breath.

“I’m alright! Herbology was good today, but I might still need your help later; new essay,” you grin, knowing the Hufflepuff excelled at the subject.

Cedric nods, “Sure! You know I’m happy to help; but that’s not why I’m here. I actually wanted to know if you’d like to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

Your jaw drops as you struggle to recollect yourself. Of all the things he could have said, this was not what you had expected. As you start to come to your senses, you realize, would this be so bad? It was really hard to dislike Cedric, and you doubted anyone but the Slytherins did. He was so kind and smart, not to mention easy on the eyes too. It’s just that you’d never really thought about this.

Cedric misinterprets the silence, hastily adding, “Of course, it’s completely up to you, I don’t want to pressure you into anything, but I’d obviously love it if you said yes…”

“No, no! I’m so honoured that you’ve asked me, and you’re such a sweet person, but I need some time to decide, if that’s okay?” you answer warmly.

The boy looks relieved, lending you one of his charming smiles, “Yes, for sure, you can let me know whenever you’re ready. And Y/N, this isn’t a joke or anything, I’m honestly asking you, I think it’d be nice to go.”

You can’t help it as a blush blooms on your cheeks as you nod, unable to form another sentence.

“Right, so see you in the library this afternoon? I need some help with Arithmancy, and we can get cracking on the Herbology essay too,” Cedric finishes.

“Yep! I’ll see you there,” you smile, and wave goodbye to the tall boy. Then you shyly turn away from him and head on after Hermione.

The moment you’re sure you’re out of his sight, your brain goes into overdrive, and your strides become faster and faster until you’re almost running. Spotting familiar brown curls, you rush over to your best friend and everything spills out. “Hermioneithinkcedjusaskedmetotheballnisaididthinkaboutitbuticantreallythinkrightnow”

Hermione’s eyes widen and she pats you on the back. “Woah, calm down Y/N/N… what happened? Slowly, and in English please.”

You glare at her, and she laughs. “Cedric happened. He just asked me to the Yule Ball. In the corridor; after you left!! And I didn’t know what to say so I said I’d think about it but I still don’t know what to say after thinking about it. HELP!”

You watch as your best friend processes the information, brows lifting and mouth opening to form a perfect “o”.

“Y/N… Cedric just asked you to the Yule Ball?! And you said you’d think about it?!!!” She shouts, and you immediately muffle the sound by covering her mouth. “Right, sorry. I’ll be quiet but, WHAT?”

You shrug, as flabbergasted as she is.

“I think you should go for it. I mean, this is Cedric Diggory we’re talking about. Quidditch star, good student, overall great person, and one of your closest friends. Why wouldn’t you say yes?”

“Because, er, I mean when you put it that way…” you struggle feebly. And she was right, Ced was no doubt one of the most popular Hogwarts students, professors and students alike loved him, and he’d never failed to make you laugh or comfort you after a bad grade. “But… What about Harry?” you protested.

Hermione lends you a sympathetic look. “Y/N/N, Harry hasn’t picked up on our hints for a month now… if you keep on waiting for him, you won’t have a date. I know you like him, but maybe Cedric is the change that you need! If you won’t give him a chance, do it for me, we’re in the same boat here.”

You wince, thinking about Ron’s lack of observational skills. “Okay, Mione, we’ll see where this goes,” you agree, and your friend beams.

At 5pm, you headed down to the library for your study session with the Hufflepuff boy, your heart was hammering away in your chest, and you prayed it wasn’t showing on the outside.

As you spotted a familiar figure making its way towards your table, you immediately stood up, and sat back down again, not sure what to do.

“Hi Y/N, nice to see you again,” he smiles warmly, and that cements the choice you’ve made.

“Hey Ced, same here! I just wanted to say that I’ve thought about what you said, and my answer is yes, I’d love to go to the Yule Ball with you. Thank you for waiting,” you blurt out, and immediately turn a bright shade of red.

A huge grin lights up the boy's face and he quickly replies, "Oh my god, we’ll have so much fun together! You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that, Y/N; much, much longer than a day."

And before you can even begin to take in what he had just said, you two got back into the groove of studying, and it felt as if nothing had changed as you giggled at his little jokes and he high-fived you every time you got a question correct… almost.

The next morning, you went about your day as usual, eating breakfast at the Great Hall before heading down to the quidditch pitch for practice. It was a beautiful day out, and your team was performing incredibly well; it boosted all your moods when practice ended and your captain complimented everyone.

As you leave the pitch, you see Cedric approaching you again, and your heart speeds up.

“Y/N! I was wondering, if you’re free this afternoon, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me? There’s a new restaurant there and we could get lunch.”

How could you resist that grin and those wavy golden locks of his? “I mean, I might be a little busy, y’know, hanging out with some other friends of mine,” you tease.

He picks up on the joke and joins in with a wink, “Mhm… as long as they aren’t boys, can’t have you stolen away before I get to properly date you.” As if on cue, he picks a flower from the grass and tucks it behind your ear, brushing aside a strand that had gotten onto your face.

You can’t help but smile. “Alright, maybe I’ll go with you,” you concede, and Cedric gives you a celebratory peck on the cheek. As he pulls back to look at you, an involuntary grin tugs the corners of his lips up; he'd never get tired of making you happy.

Unbeknownst to either of you, Hermione and two very familiar boys had caught the whole scene from the other side of the bleachers. Your best friend was absolutely delighted, seeing how kind and romantic Cedric was… but unlike Hermione, Harry was far from happy.

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Going Coastal

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Cedric Diggory x Reader

Word count: approx. 3.2k

Summary: When your parents invited your boyfriend to your family’s coastal cottage for a week, you imagined that you would have more time with him. Thankfully, the two of you find peace in the world past the shoreline.

This fic is for the second week of the Jinxed July challenge by @thatdammchickennugget and @finalgirllx!

Prompts: Night swim | ocean | "I can't say 'no' to you

Warnings/be aware: Established relationship, use of Y/N, kissing, fluff

The presence of deep red fingerprints on the white plaster walls of your family cottage was the first sign that something was terribly wrong.

You weren’t even the first to notice them – in the midst of the family party hubbub, with your aunts and uncles and cousins chatting loudly throughout the beach house, your boyfriend Cedric spotted them before you did. After a long day of introducing him to just about every member of your extended family that you’d ever met, you’d finally managed to find a moment alone with him in the kitchen. However, you’d scarcely wrapped your arms around his chest in a much-needed hug before he interrupted you.

“Um, love…are those supposed to be there?”

Reluctantly, you pulled away and followed his gaze to see distinctly child-sized, ketchup-y fingerprints smeared across the kitchen wall, trailing into the dining room and into the horde of  houseguests.

“Oh, you’re joking. Leo!”

Your little brother was six and the cutest nugget ever. Unfortunately, he was also capable of making messes unrivalled even by the Weasley twins, the two biggest pranksters you knew. Knowing that his capacity for disaster would only increase the longer he had free rein of the house with an unknown quantity of ketchup on his hands, you took off into a run. You were forced to weave through your chatting relatives as you searched for your brother. Normally your mother would have kept him firmly at her side, knowing his destructive tendencies, but the party currently taking place in your home was for her birthday and she was busy ensuring that she said hello to all of her guests. Your father was outdoors leading a few of your uncles on a walk to a nearby lighthouse, and no one was left to make sure that Leo didn’t paint the interior of the house with tomato-based foods.

“Oh, hello dear!” your Great-Aunt Alice greeted you as you slipped past her. “How are you, how is school?”

“Sorry, Aunt Alice!” You winced as you hurried on, hoping that you weren’t coming off as rude. “Leo emergency!”

“Oh, hang in there, darling.” Her voice faded into the distance as you dodged a few cousins, following your brother’s culinary trail.

“Aha!” You cried out victoriously as you spotted him in a corner next to the coat closet, leaving little red handprints all over the doors. He turned around at the shout and you managed to scoop him up before he could touch any of the items your guests had left by the front door.

“Heyyy!” His agitated protests were punctuated by kicks of his feet, the heels of his Velcro shoes colliding firmly with your thighs.

“Sorry buddy, we gotta wash your hands.” Your voice softened as you worked to stop yourself from displaying your frustration. “You’re makin’ a mess, see?” Letting go of his middle with one hand, you pointed towards his handprints on the wall.

He looked up at you with wide, apologetic eyes. “’M sorry.”

“It’s alright, buddy, we just gotta get you cleaned up. Can you come with me?” You set him down and took his hand instead, wincing at the squishy texture of the ketchup as you led him through the crowd and towards the kitchen. A few of your relatives shot you knowing grins or chuckled in amusement, remembering when your cousins were a similar age.

As you began the process of cleaning ketchup from the kitchen walls, Cedric helped Leo wash his hands. When he’d arrived at your family’s cottage earlier in the week, you’d wondered if he would get sick of entertaining your little brother. You should’ve known that he would be the complete opposite, always cheering Leo up and exciting him with stories about his adventures at Hogwarts.

“Leo, what house are you gonna be in at Hogwarts when you’re a big boy?”

“Huffle-Puff!” Leo replied eagerly, clapping his hands and sending water droplets splashing all over the kitchen.

Once you’d finished clearing up the mess and Cedric had sent a clean-handed Leo running back into the living room, you returned to his arms at last.

“What a kid.” You shook your head as your boyfriend chuckled.

“He’s sure got a lot of energy.”

“I can’t imagine what the house will be like once he starts doing magic. He’s only had one or two incidents so far, and it’s been chaos every time.”

“Hopefully we’ll have our own place by then.” Cedric grinned warmly, stroking your hair as you beamed. You loved when he brought up your future together – you felt so loved and safe at the thought of growing up and growing old with him.

“Yeah, that sounds – “

“Oh!” An intrigued voice cut you off. You turned to see your Aunt Donna standing in the kitchen doorway, her husband Louis not far behind. “Is this your Cedric, Y/N, dear?” She eyed him approvingly. “We’ve heard such wonderful things.”

“Yes, this is Cedric.” You smiled politely as you made introductions. “Cedric, this is Aunt Donna and Uncle Louis.”

“So lovely to finally meet you.” As they shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, you couldn’t help but admire your boyfriend’s natural politeness. You were a bit introverted by nature, but it seemed like Cedric could meet and entertain new people all day.

“You know, Cedric, if you’re interested in working for the Ministry after graduation, you ought to talk to my brother Stuart over there.” Uncle Louis pointed towards the living room, where your Uncle Stuart stood at the head of a small crowd, seemingly telling a story. “He’s got some incredible adventures from the Department of Mysteries, I’ll bet he’d be happy to connect you.”

“That sounds great, thank you so much.” Cedric followed Uncle Louis into the living room, where he was quickly consumed by introductions to other relatives who’d been longing to meet him. You were soon swept away as well by a few cousins who were trying to organize a game of Gobstones on the porch.

After hours of games with your cousins, aunts and uncles asking you about school and plans for your future, and check-ups on Leo to make sure he wasn’t destroying the house, you finally had a moment to step back and take a breather. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky a lovely shade of pink and casting golden rays through the windows of your family’s cottage as you scanned the living room for any sign of your boyfriend.

“And then – would you believe it – sleet coming straight at me, my teeth fifty feet down below me on the grass of the pitch, I still spotted the Snitch!”

You turned at the sound of your grandfather’s voice to see a group of your relatives gathered around him. Cedric was close by, a gentle hand supporting the elderly man as he swayed slightly, balancing against his cane. With a grin, you shook your head. Grandpa must’ve told the story of his Quidditch Cup-winning Snitch catch for Gryffindor a thousand times, adding in a new dramatic detail with each retelling. You’d asked your mother once how much of it was actually true and she’d shrugged. Apparently she’d managed to busy herself with the latest issue of Witch Weekly the previous half-dozen times he’d told the story.

“That’s amazing, Jim!” Cedric’s unmistakable friendly tone caught your attention. “How was the wind?”

“Oh, terrible, terrible. Coming straight in my eyes, you see, pushing me away from the Snitch every time I got close. I saw the Slytherin Seeker coming closer, catching an easterly gust, and I dove…”

Smiling to yourself, you watched Cedric as he continued to listen carefully to your grandfather. You made your way into the group, nestling yourself into your boyfriend’s side, but his attention remained resolutely on your grandpa as he concluded the tale of his epic Snitch catch (this time occurring despite the best efforts of the Slytherin Seeker to knock him off his broom). As your relatives nodded politely, Cedric heartily congratulated him on a match well-played. Your heart swelled with affection as a glint of pride appeared in the elderly man’s eye.

“I didn’t realize that your grandpa played Quidditch,” Cedric commented with intrigue as the group of relatives began to disburse. “It’s in your blood, we’ve got to get you up on a broom.” A teasing grin spread across his face.

“No, thank you.” You shook your head adamantly, laughing. “I’m a big fan of the ground, I think I’ll stay down here.”

“Oh, Cedric!” The two of you turned to see your mother approaching, an intent look on her face and a glass of wine in her hand. “You’re a Prefect, correct?”

“Yes, I am.” He smiled politely, turning towards her.

“Good, good. You know, Y/N’s Aunt Alice was a Hufflepuff Prefect back in her day, I’m sure she would love to talk to you. Come, come.” Cedric barely had the chance to get a word in edgewise before your mother was leading him across the room and you were once again without your boyfriend.

As much as you loved your family, you couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as the sun drooped beneath the horizon and aunts and uncles began to depart. The steady roar of conversation soon quieted and you hugged loved ones goodbye before they Disapparated or vanished with a toss of Floo Powder in your fireplace. After the final stragglers had left, you and Cedric helped your parents clean up, with you eagerly basking in the newfound quiet. Your parents put Leo to bed and soon turned in themselves.

“I guess we ought to think about going to bed as well.” You knew Cedric was right, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. It seemed like everyone had gotten to spend time with him that day except for you.

“Alright.” You set down the vase that you’d been dusting and brushed off the front of your shirt.

“Your family is really wonderful.” Cedric’s deep, warm voice soothed the tension in your chest as you followed him up the stairs and towards the bedrooms. As you intertwined your fingers with his, you felt a familiar warmth spread through you. “I’m so glad that I was able to meet them.”

“I am too.” You smiled back at him, but both of you could tell that it didn’t quite meet your eyes.

“Oh, love. What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. “Nothing, it’s fine.” As you came to a stop at the top of the stairs, he opened his arms and you stepped into them. Gently, he rubbed your shoulder with his thumb.

“Are you sure?”

“It’s stupid.” You shrugged.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll bet it isn’t.”

“It’s just – you did everything right, I shouldn’t be upset. You’re such a good sport, meeting everyone, helping me with my brother, listening to Grandpa while he tells his exaggerated Quidditch stories…everyone loved you. As always,” you added, grinning up at him softly. He chuckled gently at that, but the look of concern still remained in his eye.

“But?”

You let out a heavy breath. “But…I just wish we could’ve had more than a few minutes today without someone pulling you or me or both of us somewhere else. I missed you today, Ced.”

His eyes softened at your confession. “Oh, love.” You felt his arms squeeze you tightly and you melted into his hug as tension left your body. “I missed you too.”

“I figured that when my parents invited you to come visit, I would get to see you a little more often.” He let out a sharp little breath of amusement.

“I thought the same.” For a moment, he paused, thinking. “You know, there’s another thing I didn’t get the chance to do today.”

“What’s that?”

“For a seaside cottage, I thought I would be seeing more of the ocean.” He grinned. “Want to take a walk out on the beach, just the two of us?” Your eyes brightened with excitement as you nodded eagerly.

Soon, you and Cedric were laying out on a beach towel next to the shoreline, listening to the sound of the bubbling waves crashing against the sand as you gazed up at the stars. Your head rested on his chest, his arm around you as you drank in the peaceful atmosphere.

“I used to do this all the time as a kid,” you recalled thoughtfully. The ocean breeze tugged softly at your hair as you spoke. “My cousins would come visit and we would spend all day out on the beach, and then we would come back at night…something about it always felt more exciting when it was dark. It was like we were on an adventure.”

“That must’ve been amazing,” Cedric mused. “I’ve never been to the ocean before.”

“Really?” Your eyebrows raised in shock. You couldn’t imagine growing up anywhere else.

“Yeah, I was more of a play-in-the-woods sort as a kid.” He smiled fondly at the recollection. “I could climb a tree with the best of them, but I wasn’t much of a swimmer until I got to Hogwarts and started messing about in the Black Lake.”

“I find that hard to believe.” You glanced at him skeptically. “Mister athlete, great at everything he tries, struggling to swim?”

“Well I’m fine at it now.” He shook his head in amusement. “Did nearly go under in my second year though. Greyson McKinnon had to pull me out.”

“Oh, that’s part of being a swimmer.” You laughed, pointing out towards the sea. “My first accidental magic happened over there. I was seven and too young to be out so deep. I wanted to be cool like my older cousins, and I got put in my place by a riptide immediately. Then the water just sort of…spat me out. Thankfully it was the middle of the night and there were no Muggles here to see it.”

Cedric frowned. “Why were you all in the ocean in the middle of the night?” Your mouth fell open.

“Oh, night swimming is the best! Don’t tell me you’ve never been.” He shook his head. “It’s perfect. The air is cooler than during the day, but the water is still warm from the sun.” You sat up abruptly, jostling him as his arm fell from your shoulders. “Come on, you’ve got to try it.”

His eyes widened. “Now? But we’ll get our clothes wet.”

“That we’re about to change out of, it’s fine. It’ll be so great, I promise!”

With a laugh, he shook his head, stepping towards you and resting his hands on your hips. “Fine.” He gave you a lopsided grin, pulling you closer and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “You’re lucky I can’t say ‘no’ to you.” You giggled softly at his admission.

Eager to relax in the ocean, you took Cedric’s hand in yours and hurried towards the dark, cool water. The motions of the waves were as familiar as your own reflection to you, and you easily ventured in. You submerged yourself up to your knees, then your waist, jumping slightly in the water to rise as the tide propelled itself furiously forward. The motions consumed you until you heard a sudden sputter from behind you.

“Why is it so aggressive?” Cedric spat out saltwater, wiping his eyes as he kicked to regain his balance. You closed your mouth to suppress a giggle, wondering if perhaps you should’ve given him a bit more guidance.

“Swimming in the ocean is…different.” You grinned to yourself. The sea was your oldest and most difficult friend. “Here, push off from the ground a bit so that you rise with the tide.” Cedric copied your motion as another wave rolled in and floated this time rather than being hit square in the chest. “Perfect! Are you ready to swim out a bit further?”

He nodded, but soon paused. “I’m not sure we’re getting over that one.” You followed his gaze to see a vast, churning wave threatening to rise ahead. The rising water appeared ready to swell far above the water level and your heads.

“When you can’t go over, go under.” Your cousins had taught you the same many years ago. “Dive underneath, aim for the bottom of the wave so you don’t get knocked back. You ready?” You turned to see Cedric nodding hesitantly. As the tumultuous water grew closer, you sucked in a deep breath of air and dove beneath the wave, hoping that he would follow.

As you surfaced, you wiped the saltwater from your face and glanced around. For a moment, your chest filled with worry, your eyes not spotting his familiar head of brown hair in the expanse of the sea. However, a second later, he broke the surface of the water, gasping for breath. As he shook the water from his hair, he sent droplets flying through the air, dampening you and making you squeak with surprise. He grinned as he swam towards you.

“Any more vicious swells I should be worried about?”

You shook your head with a laugh. “We’re out far enough now.” He glanced around, observing the calm surroundings. You were out beyond the waves now, the water so deep that you and Cedric could barely touch the sand below. A low roar echoed behind you as the tide continued to beat against the shore. Propelling yourself forward in the water, you drew close to him, twining your arms around his neck. He pulled you closer and you rested your head against his shoulder, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“This is really nice,” he murmured. You could feel his tense muscles begin to relax as he exhaled.

“I told you so.” Your eyes sparkled teasingly.

“You did.” His low chuckle reverberated in his chest. “I’m glad I can’t say ‘no’ to you.”

The moon was bright, illuminating Cedric’s handsome face as the stars sparkled above. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt so calm and content. It was a stark contrast to your frantic day.

“Thank you for coming out here with me,” you said softly, your head nearly buried into his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you so much, sweetheart.” He kissed your shoulder tenderly. “This was a perfect idea. No one’s going to bother us out here.” You felt his chuckle resonate in his chest, filling your own with warmth. “I love seeing everything that’s important to you about this place.”

You lifted your head from his shoulder, resting your forehead against his. “You really are the best boyfriend ever, you know that?”

“Hmm, it helps when you remind me.” You crinkled your nose at his little smirk, but soon found yourself relaxing as his lips pressed against yours, sending tingles down your spine. His eyes glimmered with affection when he pulled back, admiring you. “I think we should come here more often.”

As he pulled you into another dizzying kiss, you couldn’t help but agree.

Characters Having Sex w/ black!s/o

BYAKUYA K , ICHIGO, KENPACHI, ACE, LEVI, MADARA

contains

__ +18 black coded reader, female reader, Squirting, the word slut, impreg, size diff, reader is claimed to have hairbeads in one of the Headcannons, heel kissing, teasing, pussy eating

a/n

___ Thanks again for all of the support, I’d love comments as well! And everyone is welcome to give me their suggestions, I don’t mind one bit!

Byakuya Kuchiki is the most erotic, passionate man that you’ve ever come across. His voice changes when around you. His face turns from a blank scowl to a gentle expression. How could he not? His wife was absolutely ethereal, gorgeous, and down right doll-like. There was something about you that he couldn’t shake loose from. Your finger was wrapped with Byakuya’s whole being.

There’s no doubt that Byakuya treats you like his Queen.

Byakuya would lay you down with care, he’ll admire your soft body and he’ll vocally pick out your insecurities. He will firmly say just how much he loves them, how much he loves you as a person. Your sweet hearted husband treats you as if you’re the only woman in the world. However, if you think about it, you are. You are the only woman in his world.

“You’re ravishing. I’m quite glad you chose this color, it enhances your skin color.”

“I do wish for you to keep this on, I’ll try not to ruin it.”

Byakuya is a man who’s quite fond of clothed sex. Lingerie, dresses, and heels. Specifically heels that strap up your legs. The gold color of them would completely wreck him. They look so good on your brown skin. He always thought you looked expensive. He can’t help but imagine them by his face. And a small secret is that he will kiss each of the strings and the heel itself before sinking his cock inside of you.

“My beautiful Queen, Mrs. Kuchiki”

“You’ve gotten me so worked up… I deeply apologize for what I am about to do.”

“Don’t be bratty with me, I will give you money to fix the damage..” Byakuya will simply be referring to your lace, your acrylics, and your makeup. Because really, he can’t help but pin your wrists above your head. His cock was above average, it was so pretty and elegant just like his aura. He bared no hair below, and it was clean. It didn’t curve, but it had a clean, straightened form. It dug inside you with soft, slow strokes, and it found your g-spot every time.

Byakuya seems like a gentle, sweet, loving man, and he is. However, one thing that can push him over the edge is that pretty brown pussy squirting on his cock. He doesn’t expect it all the time, no, but he can’t help but make you feel like you’ve reached heaven. His overstimulation would include fingering you the rest of the way, or softly sucking at your clit with passion. He’d completely forget about his own pleasure… but it’s because of you.

“What such beauty…” he may sound as if he’s alright.. but he’s fought against cumming at least five times.

Ichigo Kurosaki is such a shocker and a goofball. Being in an established relationship with him is a ride in itself. He would be completely invisible most of the time, but he still thinks about you. Whether you are a human or a soul reaper, you still barely see him. He is the strongest among most, there’s no way he can’t be on the front lines. But, best believe he’s thinking about you. He’s thinking about how you laugh, your overly glossy lips, your beads and how they make so much noise.

Lord knows he’s craving your touch. He can’t even function sometimes when he’s gone for too long. He misses your touch, how you cook, and your mushroom hat(he knows it’s a bonnet, he just loves to piss you off). Ichigo gets agitated so quickly, he usually runs to you when it’s beginning to be too much for him. All of it builds up because he’s unable to see you, but damn does he give it to you the second he sees you.

Ichigo is very caring, he’s more of a gentleman in bed.. but he won’t hesitate to slut you out if you ask for more. He legit doesn’t care if you have your bonnet on, or if some of your acrylics have broken off. Ichigo doesn’t even care if you’re wearing a plain, big tee. He’s pushing that shit up and he’s using his cock to make you cum.

Big boy Ichigo has a cock that tilts to the side. It’s very thick and long. He hits the best spots inside of you, and it’s absolutely perfect the way your insides caress it. He prefers gripping your ass cheeks with a tightness, and making you go slow while you’re bouncing on him or if you’re in the doggy style position. He especially loves it if the sun is beaming from the window, shining right on your brown skin. He likes the glow, he loves the softness of your brown pussy lips around his cock. The way you showed yourself to him.

“Just… like… that… fuck”

“Ass looks so pretty like this..” Ichigo will immediately burst if you shake your ass. He really can’t deal with it. He’s the type to cum in his jeans if you dance on him, what makes you think he can survive your wet pussy and your huge ass bouncing to him. And at the same time? No. He will get his revenge that’s for sure.

All that will be heard is your loud moans and whimpers as Ichigo pounds your kitty. The backshots would sound like bombs.. and your eyes will not only roll back, but your brain would go blank.

“You’ve lost it huh? Poor thing.”

“Don’t run yet… I’m not finished y/n… Baby cmon…”

Kenpachi Zaraki had a thing about himself. The male was too large for anyone to even consider him soft. However, behind closed doors, Kenpachi is a big bear to you. Not only does he fall into your little acts, but he will come to your rescue everytime. Much to his dismay, his obvious care for you has slipped in public a few times. If you’re visibly in danger, he’s literally going to go insane, more than he already is. You’re his everything.

Kenpachi has lost a lot, he can’t let you leave him too. That is why he is as careful as possible. He may jeer some rude comments at you, he may push you once or twice.. and he may even press your buttons, but he won’t do it harshly. Just like in the bedroom. It wouldn’t be all extravagant, hell, it may not even be in the bedroom. Unlike other men, Kenpachi doesn’t plan shit. If he gazes upon you fighting like a complete maniac, yet still being a sexy slut, he’s gonna get hard.

The captain is easy to please and turn on. You could stick your tongue out at him and he’s immediately hard. A fairly huge thing is the way you’re shaped, though. Kenpachi cared nothing for women in his earlier days, hell, he still doesn’t. But, you were just that one exception. Your height was so low, yet your power level was as a lieutenant(he’ll brag about you all the time).

But the thing is that Kenpachi watches you intensely while you take his cock. He was beyond average, as so was his height. There wasn’t really a huge shock when his cock thumped on your pussy the first time you two had sex. Overtime, it’s become easier for you, and it’s made Kenpachi revel in the soft feel of heaven.

“Damn this pussy is tight.”

“Stop squeezin’ me like that… before I fuck you to sleep.”

Kenpachi also loves when you talk to him like YOU own HIM. When in reality , it’s the other way around. If you dare to act bratty around him, that just makes him have a certain excuse for pulling at your braids, or whatever hairstyle you have in your head that day. He loves ruining it.. hey, he believes if you act that bratty, you don’t deserve it.. but it’s not like he won’t go to the human world and steal what you need… he’ll do it. Besides, like Byakuya, he’s wrapped around your finger.

“How can you take all of me… shit!”

“You gotta be shittin me if you think I’m pulling out. Go ahead an’ pass out, I’m just gonna keep goin’..”

Madara Uchiha is a man of substance. One may think he doesn’t take pleasure in sex often, but wow are they incorrect. Once a black woman falls into his arms, he’s completely blind to everything and everyone else. You sparked life into his eyes. His dullness had lightened the second you came around. His secret was being touch starved, and the second you came around him, bold as ever, he melted almost.

This man was scary, everyone knows this, but you weren’t afraid one bit. You even called him ‘sugar’, ‘baby’, and ‘love’. He scowled the first time he even heard it, he practically threatened you as well. However this didn’t deter you from him, it made you try to get closer. Madara started noticing himself fall when you’d bring him meals, speak to him, and even take up for him. He couldn’t help but pair you as his own.

And once you were his, there was no backing out.

Madara specifically took a liking to the opposites of you both. The only thing in common was that you both came from strong clans. Your brown skin, your hair, it was all different. Even the way you spoke was different, and he couldn’t help but listen to it in more ways than one.

“Open. Don’t hide your voice from me.”

“I suppose you rather I stop? No..? Then act as if you mean it.”

Madara can’t help it when he’s alone, he has to cum to your sweet words. He doesn’t even mind if they were slurred or babbles. He will overstimulate you until he turns you dumb. He will tie you up just to hear your whines, and he will make you say his name over and over again until he’s satisfied.

Madara’s cock was so damn big, so it wasn’t hard for him to get that outcome. He always has you creaming on his cock, and so much. The tears coming from your eyes never fails to make him even more rough.. although, he does try to be romantic. He can be very romantic and sweet, but sometimes he loses himself. His eyes turn that familiar red, his senses are higher, and all he can think about is catching that high while you’ve come on his cock more than four times.

The room would be potent with your delightful smells, and the Uchiha mark that was on that shirt you wore would be covered in sweat.

“It’s so damn hard to be gentle with you, my love. Especially when I think about how precious you’d appear with a large belly..”

“I wonder how many times I can place a baby inside of you… you’d love that right?”

Please say yes, because he’ll cum instantly…

Levi Ackerman was a virgin before you, please understand that. He didn’t have time for such matters. So, when coming across you, he’s absolutely appalled with how you act. You’re blunt, you have the same energy as him, and you’re beautiful. You were much different from the others. Not only was the island filled with fair skinned people, but they didn’t even know people could come out such a color.

There were some who thought you were weird, but just about every man there thought that you were beautiful. The sun would wrap around your skin, and Levi would stare so damn hard that Hange would completely destroy him verbally. Levi started to become so enchanted by you that he began thinking lewd. So, when he finally got his hands on you… he absolutely went berserk.

Levi runs on pure instinct. If it’s been a bad day, he’s pounding you harder than he looked like he could. He’s short, you’re taller than him, and thicker.. but you would be lying if you said he didn’t have you cumming every three minutes. His short height didn’t compare to his cock, that’s for sure. You kind of wonder how he gets to conceal that thing while wearing his uniform.

Levi is fifty percent gentle, the other fifty being a complete maniac. There’s no knowing what you’ll get this day, or the next. One day, he could be completely on board with you slamming your ass down on him, but the next? He’ll be making sure you know that you have no authority. He loves watching you try to catch your breath, it’s funny when you also try to keep quiet. You don’t want anyone hearing you, and Levi has also felt this way.. but overtime he’s become a bit of a smut.

“You can scream louder than that, y/n…”

“You make such a mess… Your pussy makes more noise than your mouth.”

Teasing is a huge thing for him. Levi can’t have sex with you without teasing you at least once. Seeing you begging for his cock is all he needs to get him going. That, or when you try to get into your uniform. He just knew your ass was huge, everyone could attest to knowing this. It was an inside joke for the scouts. Everyone would joke solely about how you struggled to put your pants on today. Levi would silently agree when he wasn’t in a relationship with you.. but now, most people have stopped saying it.. Levi gets jealous easily, and Jean and Connie have been the two to really get scolded and hurt by Levi.

Only Levi can talk about how huge your ass is. Hell, he’s the one making it bounce at night. He’s the one that has absolutely made you a pool of water. One of Levi’s favorite things would be watching you fuck yourself on his cock.. really. He loves when you’re bouncing on it, shaking ass on it, grinding on it. He won’t admit it, but he’ll cum fast… yet he’ll still be hard. And please don’t try to leave him before he's cum, he’ll grab your curls and will not let go until you finish your duty… he doesn’t care how much you cry and whine about it.

Rarely, Levi will give pity. He’ll see how weak you are by the end of the day, and he’ll suck up his problems to tend to yours. He likes to be clean and sterile, and he knows you are too, but eating pussy was a thing he had to ease into. He couldn’t even understand how you suck him off.. but if you could do it, he could do the same to you. So, he usually eats you out when you’re very tired or annoyed. He goes so slow. He makes sure to touch every crevice. That man’s lips have been absolutely everywhere… and I mean everywhere.. he doesn’t talk about it afterwards, but he’s definitely harder than a rock.

Levi may not say it, but there was something about getting dirty with you…

“Filthy little slut…”

“Might as well get you to squirt. You’re begging me to do it anyway.”

He just wants to drink it…

Portgas D. Ace is head over heels for you, so much so that he is whipped. You’ve sparked this sudden love for women, but he couldn’t look at another woman like this. He’s like a little boy finding out he can imagine things. His brain is absolutely destroyed the second he meets you. Your energy was just too sexy. The way you look at him, the way you lick your lips, the way you rub his arm. Ace can’t help but imagine just how proactive you could be in bed.

Eventually, he doesn’t have to imagine.. but his brain still sabotages him. He constantly thinks about how you’d look in certain things, certain hairstyles. He especially loves braids and he has a huge thing for them. They seem so perfect, just like you. Your hair defines you, and it’s the most important thing on your body, Ace would understand that fully. He knows it’s your crown.. that’s why he doesn’t touch it during sex.

Poor baby. Ace can’t help when you're sucking him off. He’s all over the place because he doesn’t want to touch your crown. However, if you tell him you can, he’ll be so gentle. He won’t even grip it, he’ll run his fingers through it and inspect the feel. He won’t even yank it when you’re deepthroating him. He’ll just pant and growl.

Ace will slap your ass though, let’s get that straight. He’s not all innocent. He will do whatever you tell him to do. Hell, he’ll even sit there handsomely and watch you tease him with a lap dance. Or, he’ll watch you use your fingers for pleasure. This man is a flip flop, he can dom you into the night, but will sub for you any second. He’s a sweetie pie, he will cherish every part of your body without hesitation.

All he asks is that you make it known that he pleasures you greatly. And he does. His cock is always so warm. It makes your whole body feel comforted, but sometimes it’s so hot that you two are sweating from all of the sexual energy. Ace can barely control himself when you’re draining him.. It could result in some accidental burns, but he will apologize so quickly.. but a secret is that he nuts pretty fast if you still keep going after the slight burn.. especially if you moan from it…

“You’re-… so beautiful, y/n…”

“I love you so much… Damn. I love this pussy too… I hope it loves me back…”

Ace is such a joker when you two are in bed. He can’t help but crack a few because that’s just how he is. He will laugh when you make a cute sound, and it’s contagious.. so you end up laughing and moaning at the same time. It’s actually quite hot to Ace.. and he manages to hold his orgasm, but that’s because he tries not to focus too much on it.

“Damn it-… y/n I can’t-…”

“Sorry! It was too tight, I couldn’t pull out because you were gripping me too hard!… it’s too tight…”

“It felt so good though…”

ⓒ Monstas1ut (do not copy)

— ☁︎ AKATSUKI REACTION TO YOUR ‘AKATSUKI THEMED’ BONNET :

content warnings: fluff, kinky/curly haired!reader, established relationships, crack but written in character(ish), hidan being hidan, dreadhead!tobi, they love you and your natural hair. 🖤

authors note: extremely self indulgent headcannons I’ve been sitting on because I think this would be hilarious.

Inspired by my bonnet:

DEIDARA

Deidara takes exceptionally good care of his hair, it’s something the two of you bonded over together in the hideout. He watches you do your wash days and then lets you slink into his room after to hangout, but today you got a new bonnet.

“Now that is a work of art,” he laughs watching you make your way to the bed. Usually, your bonnets are in one solid color but today… it’s black with red clouds, like his cloak. “Where’d you get a thing like that.”

Obviously, he had to get one himself so that you can match. “Baby, don’t gatekeep,” he begged and pleaded. On the upside, his hair is softer and silkier than ever and you’re beginning to envy his inches of 613 hair.

HIDAN

Hidan, bless his heart, does not understand hair care. When you first started seeing each other he did not know what a bonnet was for. But, once he learned he started buying you ones that he thought were cute. Pink ones, purple ones, ones with ties so you could make a bow.

“I ain’t ever seen no akatsuki bonnet,” he remarks watching you strut around the living room in your new item. “It’s cute bunny, real cute.” He can’t explain it, but this strokes his pride 10 fold seeing you in his paraphernalia. Safe to say this one became his favorite.

He did, however, also have one special made with Lord Jashins symbols too.

ITACHI

Itachi is a kind lover, therefore he does most of your hair care for you. Since being with him, wash day have never been a hassle. Braid outs, wash n go’s, cornrows galore that boy knows what to do.

That’s why when you’ve come to bed tonight you decide to surprise him. “What’d ya think?” You say while scooting closer to your lover under the covers. He’s also freshly showered, skin still damp as he lazily props himself up with an arm.

He toys with the elastic by dragging his finger along the perimeter, his sultry eyelashes batting as he looks you over. “I like it,” And he means it, but he already knows he’s going to get you one with the Uchiha insignia instead.

KONAN

Similarly to Itachi, Konan knows what the fucks going on. Queen of detangles and leave in conditioners, she gets you right and takes pride in being helpful to you. So, you thought you’d pay your girlfriend back with an homage to her organization that seemingly has profound meaning to her.

It’s late and you know she’s a bit stressed as of recent, so as you both get ready for bed in your shared bathroom you put on your new bonnet. She almost chokes on her toothbrush in shock!

“Oh baby I love it! Where did you even get something like that. It suits you so well,” she dotes with toothpaste still on the sides of her mouth. It puts a smile on her face whenever you wear it.

KAKUZU

The truest idgaf-er, says not a lick the day you wear it around him. Honestly he doesn’t know how feels about it, a stupid investment really. That you’d spend, most likely, his money on a such a trivial thing [eyeroll emoji].

Whatever. It’s.. nice. But, don’t expect him to compliment you. “Kakuzu, you haven’t said anything bout my new bonnet,” you pout while trying to curl up next to him like a cat on the sofa.

He pauses trying to find his words, “you look like a walking target.” When he sees the expression of joy fall from your face he knows he messed up. “But it’s a sweet gesture, little one.” He slots his arm on your waist rubbing the expanse of your smooth skin with his rough hand. It makes you heat up a bit. He’s a sweetie when he wants to be.

SASORI

Your boyfriend is annoying, but you happen to like him like that. The times when he is out of Hiruko in the safety of the compound, he likes to touch you even if he can’t feel it. He’s possessive over you, he knows how beautiful you are, your hair being only the crown of your beauty. He’ll curl strands of it around his wooden fingers as you talk — he isn’t the biggest help to maintaining it, wood body and all — more-so an appreciator of the art that is you.

You decide that you’ll annoy him back, buying a bonnet that matches his robe for work. “Are you serious? I wanted to play with your hair but you come in with that,” he pinches the veneer of his nose bridge in an exaggerated sigh. “You’re ridiculous. Come here, now.”

Sasori may act like he doesn’t like it, but it’s clear from the way he smirks as you lounge with him that he is a fan. “Such novelty,” he says while planting kisses on your forehead.

TOBI

Babe, he already had one. “Does that mean you wanted to match with lil ol’ me!!” He jumps around your shared room popping in and out of reality as you chase him around. What started as a coalition of curly heads in the akatsuki has blossomed into a fruitful relationship between you and he.

“Tobi you big jerk! I wanted to surprise you,” he looks utterly ridiculous in a matching robe and bonnet right now. You’re unable to catch him from how hard you’re laughing at him while he taunts you. Once you finally get your hands on the slippery bastard, it’s time for a wash day (together of course).

“How’d you even get this Tobi, I had to get mines special made,” you say as you scrub his scalp of any buildup with your nails. “A magician never reveals his secrets y/n-chan~~” he winks in your direction.

“Shut up or I’m charging you for a retwist.” He was quickly silenced.

Draken x Black Fem Reader

Honestly, I watched the ep with emma and seeing Draken cry like that hurt me soooo bad. So I'm gonna write some sweet cutesy stuff abt Draken being sooo in love with his pretty gf. And Her taking care of him bc he deserves it. 

Contents: Suuugary sweet fluff 

(not proofread)

I always think it's so cute that they call eachother's gf's in Toman their 'wifey' omg 

Draken is def 100% calling you his wife all the time. Some of the members of Toman even call you by his last name just to mess with you. It's become such a routine joke that it's just become standard. Yall are together 24/7 anyways, might as well get used to it. 

On the topic of that. He will never ever call you out of your name. Not unless it's a petname or something like that. He thinks guys who call women out their name should be jumped. He won't let any other guy get away with calling you out of your name either.

He's super protective of you. He prefers to keep you in his line of sight when you guys are out with gang members just because he knows there are other gangs who play dirty who can attack at any time. He knows other members of Toman will protect you, but nobody can protect you like he can protect you. He's definitely the type to drape his jacket over your shoulders. Not only does he think it's cute, but it also lets anyone know that you are his. 

He's an arm around the shoulders kinda guy. For some reason, holding hands in public gets him a little flustered, but he'll totally put his arm around your shoulders and pull you close. 

He tries his best not to let you know when things are getting to him, but you've been around him long enough to notice what it means when he gets quiet, or when he's clenching his jaw more than normal. Please, please, please take care of him. He appreciates it more than he lets on. Especially when you let him sleep in your cute room. He likes to tease you about you unfathomable amount of plushies and pink items, but it's genuinely the most comfortable place he could ever be. He gets the best sleep of his life there, and you think it's so cute. Literally this tiktok .

Sometimes, guys literally just need to be held by their girlfriends. Of course, he isn't the type to ask though. You might notice he'll be a little more touchy, but he's more silent. However, if you join him in your bed and wrap your arms around him, you just might hear him huff a huge sigh before wrapping his arms around you. You're home to him. Play with his hair and watch all the stress and tension melt from his shoulders. 

On really bad days, for example when Pah or Kazutora went to jail, he will seek you out and just pull you into a hug, resting his chin on your head. He'll mumble something simple like 

"Just needed to hold you." 

Otherwise, he's really content with being the big spoon when you cuddle. He's a big fan of rubbing your back when you cuddle. He's also the type to latch onto you when you're cooking, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder while you cook and just resting his eyes. There's just something about you that brings him peace. 

He's also the type that gets SO embarrassed when he gets caught staring at you. His friends tease him about it all the time, but he can't help it when you're just being...you. He gets a soft smile on his face and he drifts off in his own little world. If he's feeling bold, he just may walk over to place a kiss to your temple, or wrap his arms around you. 

Draken is also a very perceptive man. He absolutely will notice if you got your nails or lashes done. Even if you so much as try dressing a new style, expect some kind of attention drawn to it. He'll grab your hand and admire the new set, or tilt your chin up to look at your eyes and compliment your lashes, or even stepping back to admire your outfit.

As we all know, tokyo rev boys are literally ALWAYS OUT. Which means they often pass shops and things. Occasionally, he might buy a sanrio plushie or cute keychain or trinket to give to you later on. He's very familiar with your obsession with cute things after listening to all your rants.

He's an old-fashion gentleman as always. Opening doors for you, walking so that you are on the inside part of the sidewalk, always making sure you're seated and not him in an area crowded with limited seats, holding the umbrella for you both ect. If he has one helmet and you're riding with him, he's 100% making sure you're wearing his helmet. He thinks you look cute in it anyways.

If you have any younger siblings, he definitely tries to show off just a little. He likes being seen as cool and stuff, and its kind of cute watching him lift heavy stuff or show off his bike to impress them. 

HE LEARNED HOW TO DO YOUR HAIR. He watches you do it, and watches youtube videos. He knows the specific products for your specific hairtype, and if you ever need or want help in any part of your hair process, he'll help you. He's so damn good at detangling, even if you're tenderheaded. 

He takes your problems seriously. He thinks guys who brush their girlfriend's problems off as insignificant are assholes. He's genuinely there for you always. While he may tease you a little if its not something that causes you a lot of distress, and may add some jokes about 'just beating them up' here and there, he always has really good insight on what to say. You can have deep conversations with him and he likes that about you. He's always in awe of how you can think of things he's never thought of.

Overall, he's such a caring boyfriend. At least he tries to be. He's easily flustered and tries to play some things off as cool, but that man will genuinely move mountains for you. His relationship with you is a comfortable one, thats heavy on you both checking in on eachother and making sure you're ok. Even though he's not the gentlest person ever, he tries his hardest for you.

A/n: Omg I'm so excited to get back to writing again!! I love Toman sm so expect more Tokyo Rev posts.

btw, Kisaki is a TRICK ASS BITCH bro. Like die....now. 

as always, please please please reblog and/or comment. I'm restarting my writing blog again, and would love love love to meet mutuals. 

My requests are: Open!

Stranger Than Fiction

Part 8: Shattered

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Slowburn)

Part 1, ...(Masterlist)... Part 9

A/N: Hope you guys like this! Its kind of a long one so strap in! Let me know what you guys think or if you want to be added to the tag list!

Word Count: 3,275

Warnings: Swearing

You aren’t sure how long you stay in the car. After a while, when there are no more tears, everything starts to numb. It’s similar to a fog descending. You no longer feel sad, or mad, or anxious. You feel nothing, but tired. The type of tiredness that seeps through every fibre of your being, right down to your bones. The feeling can be described as a waking dream. You are physically there, but everything is dull, muted. Like a dream, it's impossible to focus on anything, nothing feels real. 

By the time you muster the energy to leave the car, the sun is high in the sky. Your body aches as you unfold yourself and step out of the car. You grab the keys, being sure to lock the car behind you. You carry yourself on unsteady legs towards the school. When you enter, the hallways are chaotic. Kids dashing from one class to the next, talking with friends, slamming lockers. 

You spot Steve leaning against the lockers, his arms are crossed over his chest as he observes the bustling halfway behind his shades. In your barely lucid brain, you recognize that he is waiting for Nancy. He catches sight of you as you approach. A hesitant smile pulls at his lips. You know that he’s trying to be nice, but all you can see in it is pity. 

“Hey, you doing okay?” he asks, scanning your face.

“Yea, all good.” You lie. Steve lifts his shades onto his head, his eyes still on your face. He looks like he wants to say something, but stops himself. There is a pause and not knowing what to say, you extend the keys towards him. 

“Thank you, Steve.” you say with your best attempt at a smile. It feels forign, making your face feel tight. Steve accepts the keys.

“Yea, no problem.” he says, looking down at them in his palm.

“I’m going to get a ride home from Hopper.” you tell him. “I forgot to tell you this morning.” you tack on at the end, hoping it makes the lie seem more believable. 

“Oh, okay. Yea.” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. There is another pause between the two of you. You’re about to walk away when he suddenly speaks up. 

“It’s going to be okay, you know… with you and Nancy.” He says, his eyes still studying the keys in his hand. “I think she just misses hanging out with you and stuff.” he tries to explain, glancing up at you. You're not sure how to respond, your brain is still having a hard time keeping up, so you just nod. He places the keys in his pocket before retrieving a folded piece of orange paper from his back pocket. 

“We are planing on going to this stupid party tomorrow.” he explains unfolding the paper and offering it to you. “I know it’s not really your thing but…” he pauses as you look over the invitation to Tina’s Halloween party. “I think it would be good for you guys to go together. You know, hang out, tear it up together. Like normal teenagers.” You’re surprised at how genuine he sounds. Like he actually cares, and wants to help. 

“Thanks, Steve.” you say, taking the invitation. “I’ll think about it.” You say. Steve’s face lights up with a bright smile at your response. 

“Awesome!” He exclaims, stepping forward and raising his arms, like he's going to hug you, but stops himself at the last second, opting to firmly pat you on the shoulder instead. You chuckle slightly, not able to stop the small smile from pulling at your lips at his antics. You hadn’t even said yes, but his response couldn't have been happier. 

“I’m going to get going.” you say, refolding the invitation and sticking it into the side of your bag. “And before I forget, Hopper is going to take me to school tomorrow too. So, no need to pick me up.” You say in a tone that you hope sounds lighter than you feel. Steve nods, still smiling, and glances down at his watch. 

“Oh yea, no problem.” he says looking back to you. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” he smiles brightly, and gives you a casual wink. You nod, watching as his attention is drawn by Nancy walking down the hall with Jonathan. You quickly turn the corner, not ready to face her yet. 

You keep your head down and move towards your locker. You have no intention of staying for last period. It would be pointless. Your brain was mush at this point, you wouldn't be learning anything today. But, you planned on dropping off some books so you wouldn’t have as much to carry when you walk home. 

You enter your combination and yank open your locker, emptying the heavier books from your bag. To your right, down the hall, there is a commotion. Through the crowded hallway you can make out the back of a curly blonde mess of hair. He’s surrounded by people, all of them asking questions, jostling for position. For his attention. 

You know that it's Billy. Part of you thinks you should say something. You had told him that you would be there on his first day. That you would be looking out for him. But, the numb, hollow feeling in your chest causes you to close your locker and head for the exit instead. 

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of ocean eyes follow you through the crowd and out the door. 

As you walk, you start to feel better. Focusing on the pull and flex of your muscles as you stride forward. The sun is out, providing warmth to the otherwise chilly air. You try not to think about anything else, lest your guilt consume you. It is like a dark shadow, lurking in your mind, and if your thoughts turn to it… it will grab you and pull you down into the darkness. 

When you are halfway home you glance at your watch. School should be out by now. You don't feel too bad about missing class. If anything it is probably better for everyone if you aren't there, you think to yourself. The sound of a familiar loud engine pulls you from your thoughts. Glancing over your shoulder you see the blue camaro approaching quickly. 

You wonder what he will have to say to you today. You know that you should have said something to him on his first day, but things hadn’t played out that way. You would be sure to say sorry when he slows next to you.

To your surprise, the car doesn't slow. It actually speeds up. Your bewilderment quickly turns to panic when the car swerves towards you, slightly. It’s enough to make your heart jump into your throat and for you to hastily leap away, nearly tripping over your feet. The car zooms by, so close you can feel it disturb the air around you.

“What the fuck!” you exclaim, steadying yourself as you watch the car disappear over the next hill. Through your shock, you recognize that’s not a good sign. 

In all the times Billy had driven by you this summer, he had always drifted slightly into the other lane, giving you space. You always considered it his way of being polite. But just now… he was pissed. You didn't need to talk to him to know that. 

When you get home, the sun is beginning to set. Your mom left a note for you on the fridge asking you to call her at the hospital when you get home, to make sure you are okay. That’s the first thing you do. 

She asks if you’re okay and you tell her that you are fine, that you were just staying late to work on homework with Nancy. She sounds happy that you're doing things with people again. It hurts a little, lying to her, but it’s better than her being worried. She mentions that you should call Hopper and let him know you’re home too since she called him when you weren’t home on time. You tell her that you love her before she has to get back to work.

After that, you call Hopper. You let him know that you’re fine and ask him for a ride to school the next morning. He happily agrees, telling you he will be there at 0730. He offers a quick comment about how he’s glad you're okay before the conversation ends. 

The day’s events weigh heavily on you and you are relieved to shower and crawl into bed. As you drift to sleep you take comfort in the darkness around you. It’s quiet… peaceful. You wish it could always be like this. 

~~~~~

The next morning you wake up feeling drained. You were plagued by dreams all night. Nothing you can distinctly remember, just dark shapes and feelings of fear. The dreams are nothing new. They are a common occurrence but some nights are worse than others, and last night was particularly bad. 

You get up early, like always, greet your mom, like always, and step out into the dawn's early light for a quick walk. You look out over the land surrounding your home. It’s beautiful in some ways. This early in the morning the fog hangs low, drifting across the ground. It washes through the base of the trees like a stream. The birds chirp overhead, small animals wake up to begin their days before the humans do. It's a simple kind of beauty, safe and familiar. 

Before you know it, Hopper is pulling up your driveway. You rush to grab your bag before hopping into the passenger seat.

“Hey, kid!” Hopper greets you with a smile. You smile in return.

“Morning, Hop. How are you doing?” You ask, settling in as he pulls out of the driveway.

“All good,” he mutters. “The only thing going on is some dead pumpkins over on Merrill’s farm.” You listen as he tells you about the conspiracy involving the poisoned pumpkin patch. It’s not something you necessarily find interesting, but you always like hearing Hopper talk about his job.

“Oh no, that’s terrible. That’s where you used to take me to get pumpkins.” you muse. Hopper glances at you from the side as he drives, another smile pulling at his lips.

“I’m surprised you remember that.” he responds. You chuckle thinking back to that time in your lives. When you were a kid your mom sometimes had to work on Halloween and would ask Hopper to look after you. He didn’t really know what to do to keep you entertained when you got done trick-or-treating, but he had always got a pumpkin for the two of you to carve. He always had to do the majority of the work, and you would pay him with some of your candy. It is one of your fondest memories with Hopper. 

“Of course, how could I forget “candy tax”.” you say, reminding him of what he would call the candy you would give him for helping. Hopper lets out an amused chuckle and you don’t see it, but a look of pride rests on his face as he drives you the rest of the way to school. 

As you pull into the parking lot you notice Billy’s car already there. What happened yesterday flashes through your mind.

“Hope you have a good day, kid.” Hopper says as you open the door.

“You too, Hop.” You respond, giving him a smile and wave before closing the door, heading for the school. Your stomach is filled with knots of anxiety. You’re worried about seeing Nancy again. Worried that she will still be mad about you missing dinner and lying to get out of it. 

When you enter the school the halls are as busy as ever. Trying to make your way to your locker you’re suddenly shoved to the side by someone rushing past. You stumble forward, right into someone else. Their hands grasp your shoulders roughly, steadying you. 

“I’m sorry.” you say automatically to the person you had fallen into.

“You should be.” A harsh voice responds. Your eyes snap up to meet Billy’s icy gaze. He quickly removes his hands from you but keeps his eyes on yours. He looks angry, more angry than normal. The tension between the two of you sparks with electricity. You suddenly feel the urge to explain why you hadn’t been there on his first day, like you said you would be. 

“Billy, listen…” You begin, shuffling back slightly, trying to keep your voice steady. “The reason I wasn’t here yesterday-”

“Hey! Hey! Looks like you finally get to meet ‘Bear Girl’!” A loud voice calls from behind you. You turn your eyes to see Tommy H. approaching. His arm is draped over Carol's shoulders as she hangs around his waist. Your face feels hot at the sound of the demeaning moniker. 

Tommy and Carol have been the source of some of the worst rumours surrounding you. Needless to say, you don’t particularly like them. Unfortunately, they seem to have caught Billy’s attention. 

He nods in greeting as they move to stand next to him.

“‘Bear Girl’, huh?” He asks, keeping his cold eyes trained on you.

“Yea man! Story is she got attacked by a bear or some shit.” Tommy explains. Carol leans in closer like she’s telling Billy a secret, but does little to lower her tone.

“Her back is all fucked up, coverd in scars.” She adds, her eyes cutting to you. Your blood boils at her words. The story may have been a lie, but the scars that mark your skin are very real and very difficult to hide in locker rooms. 

The words you had been about to speak die on your tongue. The way Billy’s eyes are on you make you feel like a creature in a zoo. 

“Is that so… ‘Bear Girl’?” He asks cruelly. You hate that it hurts to hear him say it, but it does. More than you would like to admit. You were right. Whatever comradery you thought was between the two of you, has shattered. You do your best to hide the hurt, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Nevermind.” you mumble, hardening your face. Gripping the straps of your bag, you move to walk past Billy, your shoulder bumping into him as you pass. This time you don't apologise. You hear Tommy and Carol’s laughter behind you as you retreat.

“What a freak!” You hear Carol crow. 

You quicken your pace, wanting to put as much distance between you and Billy as you can. You feel like crying but force yourself to swallow past the lump in your throat. 

Why should you care what Billy thinks of you? He was just some hot head that smoked too much and drove too fast. He was nothing to you. And, it appears, you are nothing to him too. 

When you meet up with Steve and Nancy, you’re relieved to see Steve's bright smile. You are happy to see Nancy isn’t mad or ignoring you but there is something off about her. Part of you wants to ask if something happened at dinner, but you think it’s better to stay away from the topic all together. She just seems so preoccupied, it worries you. She doesn't object when you confirm with Steve that he will be picking you up for the party tonight. Parties weren’t your thing, but you would rather be there for Nancy in case something happened. 

The rest of your day is spent going from class to class and doing your best to avoid Billy. It was fairly easy considering the crowd of people that seemed to surround him everywhere he went. 

The two of you only shared one class together, history. It's fitting that you are forced to be near him in your least favourite class. Luckily, or unluckily, depending on who you ask, he pretends like he doesn't know you exist.  

When the last bell rings, everyone rushes from the school. You confirm with Steve that you will see him and Nancy at eight before they head to the car. You stay back a bit, swinging by all the classes you missed yesterday to collect make-up homework. By the time you head out of the school, the parking lot is nearly empty. 

You begin walking, heading for the main road. On days when Hopper takes you to and from school you make the short walk through town to the police station to wait for him to take you home. Among the few cars that remain in the parking lot, only one stands out. 

Billy leans against the hood of his car, a cigarette dangling from his lips. You move to pass, assuming he will just continue to ignore you like he had all day. You assume wrong.

“Where are you heading?” He asks, stopping you in your tracks. The casualness of his question makes you angry for some reason. You turn sharply, narrowing your eyes on him. 

“Oh! Talking to me now?” You ask, sounding angrier than you mean to. Billy only chuckles, his tongue swiping over his white teeth. 

“You know, I always knew there was something off about you.” he says “From the first time I met you. But, I never would have guessed…” He lets out a low whistle, shaking his head, his smile no less taunting. “Wow.” Your blood is boiling in your veins. He heard a couple rumours and now, all of a sudden, knows everything about you?

“Well, sounds like you’ve got it all figured out.” You bite back, pulling another humourless chuckle from Billy. He pushes himself off the car, taking a couple steps towards you. Standing in front of you, he looms over you, smoke curling from his lips. 

“I knew you were crazy. Kind of fitting you would be all fucked up too.” he mutters, his eyes watching you closely. There is something in them now that you haven't seen before. They are cruel. He is trying to hurt you. 

“Yea… Fitting.” You grit out. “Now if you don't mind, I try not to make a habit of trading insults with assholes in parking lots.” You go to move past him and as you do his hand quickly reaches out, snatching a piece of paper from the side of your bag. 

“Hey!” You exclaim, turning to try and snatch the paper back. Billy is too quick, holding it away from you and unfolding the bright orange paper. 

“‘Get sheet faced’” He reads from the invitation, raising an eyebrow at you. “Doesn't seem like your kind of thing.” He adds, lowering the paper enough for you to take it back. 

“That’s presumptuous of you.” You comment spitefully, folding the paper and placing it back in your bag. Billy’s eyes watch you carefully, a smirk on his lips. 

“Nah, makes sense. Halloween parties are probably where a freak blends in most.” you have to grit your teeth to keep from snapping back at him, you know it’s what he wants. A reaction. Instead, you turn on your heel and quickly walk away. His voice calls after you.

“I’ll see you around, loca!” 

Hopper doesn't ask you any questions as he drives you home. He’s too preoccupied with the rotting crops he is going to check out after he drops you off. The entire time all you can think about is Billy and how unfair it is that he can get so deep under your skin. 

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Stranger Than Fiction

Part 7: Hope

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Slowburn)

Part 1, ...(Masterlist)...Part 8

A/N: Not me typing this at work into my email to make it look like I'm working. I hope you guys like this! Let me know what you guys think! This is just the beginning of the first day, there is more to come!

Word Count: 1,532

Warnings: anxiety

October 30th began the same as any other day. The routine was in place, it kept you moving, kept you steady. There is a chill in the morning air as you stand on the road leading back to your home. The sky is lightening and you can see the puff of your breath in the cold air as you walk. It was so calm in the mornings, before the world woke up. 

When you get home, you quickly change before going to the bathroom to wash your face. For a moment, you pause, catching sight of yourself in the mirror. It feels like a long time since you had looked at yourself, like, actually LOOKED. The skin that was exposed on your face and hands had developed a tan from your hours spent under the sun this summer. Despite this, it still managed to look ashen. Your eyes appeared dull, a permanent crease seemed to rest between your brows. The dark circles that surround your eyes make you look perpetually exhausted. You look older. Too old for 17. 

You gently run your fingertips over the reflection of your face. She stares back at you, blankly. She looks like a stranger. 

The sound of a horn from outside jars you from your thoughts. You jump away from the mirror, running a hand through your messy hair, doing little to tame it. You turn from the mirror, grab your bag and jacket before rushing out the door.  You close it gently behind you, not wanting to wake your mom, and lock it behind you.

Steve excitedly waves at you from the driver's seat of his car. Nancy sits next to him, smiling kindly. You jog over to the car, climbing into the backseat, mumbling a good morning to the couple. They respond in kind, before returning to the conversation they had been having prior to your arrival.  You rest your head against the cold glass of the window, only half listening to them as Steve drives. You watch the scenery pass, the trees blurring together. 

Your mind turns towards Billy. You think about how today will be his first day and wonder how he will respond to the small town high school. It was filled with kids that had known each other since they were in diapers, having years to develop their groups and cliques. You can't remember the last time you were the "new kid". As far back as you could remember you had always had people there. No matter what the first day of classes would bring, you could always count on having Nancy and Barb with you. Even when you were a freshman and they were still in 8th grade, they were never far away. You always joked that you would get into things before them to make sure they were safe, but in reality, they were always there to help you through. It was like having a safety net you didn't know was there until it wasn't

The thought makes your heart ache. You press your head harder against the glass, closing your eyes as you try to settle your breathing. The heat of your breath fogs up the glass. When you open your eyes again, you see the high school materialise behind the fog. Steve pulls into the parking lot, parking into his usual spot. You continue to look at the school, wondering if you can fog up the glass enough, will the school become completely obscured from your vision. 

Steve and Nancy continue speaking in the front seat. You listen enough to know Nancy is correcting Steve's college essay. You know you should be involved in the conversation, english is your strongest subject. You should offer to help. But you cant bring yourself to engage. You are supposed to be applying for early admission yourself, but each time it crosses your mind or your mom brings it up, you become unbearably tired. It's like the word "application" drains the very life from your being. 

You absentmindedly drag your fingertip through the fog, watching the condensation pool and roll down the window. It looks like rain, or tears. 

Steve's hand tapping your knee draws your attention. 

"Did you hear what I said?" he asks, watching you with expectant eyes. You feel sheepish for a moment, having completely tuned out their conversation. 

"N-no. I'm sorry guys. I wasn't listening." you admit. Steve glances at Nancy for a split second before nodding, offering you an understanding smile. This was a frequent occurrence but you couldn't help but feel like your lack of attention caused them concern. 

"That's okay. I was just asking if you needed a ride for tonight?" he repeats his question. You're baffled for a moment, wondering what he could be talking about. The confusion must show on your face because Nancy chimes in. 

"Remember, I told you last week we are all going to have dinner at the Holland's tonight." She explains, turning in her seat to face you more directly. Your confusion quickly turns to panic at the mention of Barb's parents. "We have been planning this for a while and had to cancel last week, so we are going tonight." She continues. You suddenly feel warm, like the car was heating up and the walls were closing in, making it hard to breathe right. Your palms are sweaty as you ball your fists, trying to focus on the sting of your fingernails digging into your skin and not the panic buzzing in the back of your mind. 

"We are going to head over at around 7. but-" 

"I can't go." you blurt out. Nancy's eyes widen slightly at your outburst but they quickly narrow on you, her brows pulling together. 

"What do you mean? I told you about this weeks ago!" she presses. Your mouth feels dry as you scramble to think of an excuse. You pray, desperately, for your hands to stop shaking. 

"I-I promised my mom I would have dinner with her tonight." you lie. Nancy's face is pinched with anger, her eyes piercing you with a scrutinising glare.

"That's bullshit." she states flatly. 

"Nance," Steve begins trying to loosen the tension that has quickly built in the car. "It's okay, you know-" he goes to place a hand on her shoulder but she pushes it off. 

"No it's not." she says, her tone growing more angry. "It's not okay that she's lying to get out of this." she continues. "You have been doing this for weeks! I know you don't have anything to do tonight! So, why can't you just do this one thing?!'' The anger in her tone is no longer subtle.

You can't seem to take a full breath. Her eyes are on you, watching you so closely, filled with fire. Why can’t you say anything? You want to say so much. To tell her that you’re sorry. Not just for lying to her but for everything. For not coming to dinner, for not listening… for Barb. But you say nothing. After what feels like an eternity, the silence stretches between the two of you. Finally, Nancy shakes her head, turning around with a frustrated huff. 

“You know what? Fine.” she says, grabbing her bag from the floor and throwing open the door. “Do whatever you want.” she grumbles under her breath climbing out of the car and slamming the door behind her. You flinch at the sound.

“Nance! Nancy, wait!” Steve tries to call after her but she is already walking away. “Oh geez…” he exhales, running a hand through his hair. He glances back at you in the back, still frozen, staring blankly at the back of the seat in front of you. 

“Listen, I’m going to go talk to her. I’m sure it’s going to be fine.” he says, cutting the engine. “It’s gonna be fine.” he says again, more to himself this time. His gaze turns back to you and though you don't see it, his eyes are filled with sympathy. “You can stay in the car as long as you want. I’ll leave the keys here.” He says, reaching back to place the keys in the seat next to you. “Just make sure you lock it.” he adds, climbing out of the car and heading after Nancy. 

Finally alone, you let the silence settle over you like a blanket. Your fingers ache as you slowly unfurl your fists. Your nails leave small crescent moons in the flesh of your palms. You look at them, your eyes are drawn to your left hand where the small divots run across the large scar there. The scar that you would forever share with Nancy. 

Then, you begin to cry.

You aren't sure how long you stay there, alone, sobbing into your hands in the back of Steve's car. But, it's long enough for you to miss the sound of Billy’s loud engine pulling into the parking lot. You miss the eyes that follow him, the comments made about him as he walks towards the school. But most importantly, you miss the moment he hopefully glanced around the parking lot, searching for a familiar face, only to find none there.

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Stranger Than Fiction

Part 6: Kinship

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Slowburn)

Part 1, ...(Masterlist)... Part 7

A/N: Ugh, being back at work is so tough. I just want to write the whole time but I actually have to take care of people. I hope you guys like this little update. I have the next part written, I just need to type it. Billy is back!

Word Count: 1,200

Warnings: none

You aren't sure why seeing the blonde’s wolfish grin brings a smile to your own face, but it does. 

“Billy.” You say, continuing to walk forward as he cruises slowly next to you.

“Ah, not crazy enough to forget me then.” He comments, watching you over the rim of his sunglasses. You chuckle lightly.

“It’s good to see you again.” You say honestly. You’re surprised to find that you actually mean it. In some small way at least. Billys brows twitch upwards slightly, seemingly just as surprised to hear it. He shakes his head, glancing back to the road ahead before responding. 

“Yea, it’s good to see you too, loca.” he says gruffly. Before you can dwell on his words, Billy revs the engine loudly causing you to jump slightly. He laughs at your response. 

“How long are you sticking around this time?” you ask. Billy grimaces slightly, answering your question. 

“Longer than I would like.” he responds. You glance at him questioningly, prompting him to elaborate. “Looks like I’ll be here for the long haul. At least until I graduate.” he says bitterly. You nod in understanding. You knew that he was around the same age as you, but weren’t sure exactly which grade. 

“Well, sounds like you and I are in the same boat.” you say. “If you ever need someone to complain to, I’ll be around.” you offer jokingly. You don't see it, but Billy’s lips twitch upwards hearing your words.

“I’ll keep that in mind if I’m craving crazy flakes.” He responds causing you to roll your eyes. There is a beat of silence between you before he speaks again. “Hey, I already know the answer to this but…” he pauses, glancing at you over his shades again “You want a ride?” he offers. The question feels so out of place coming from him. In all the times he had slowed his car to speak to you this summer, he had never offered you a ride after the first day you met. 

Part of you wants to say yes. The strange kinship between the two of you is bizarre. There is no explanation for it but for some reason, you want to talk to him more. Unfortunately, a larger, darker, part of you craves solitude. Your feet shuffle to a stop. Billy’s car does the same. You take a step towards the open window of the car, Billy watching you. You smile gently at him, not wanting to disregard his slight show of kindness. 

“As much as I would love to climb into this death trap,” you begin gesturing to the car. You catch the subtle twitch in Billy’s lips again. “I’ve got some stuff to take care of… out here.” you say gesturing to the road ahead of you. You hope that he understands the meaning behind your words. His eyes study you as you grip the straps of your bag, shifting from one foot to the other. 

“Can I ask where you’re headed?” he asks. You smile, looking down at your worn sneakers, as you kick a small rock. 

“I’m not sure yet.” you respond as honestly as you can. You look back up at the sound of his gruff laughter. 

“Just as crazy as I left you.” he mumbles, tapping his hands on the steering wheel. “Well, if you figure it out, you know where to find me.” he says, giving you a quick wink before pushing his glasses back over his eyes. “I’ll see you around, loca.”

“Yea, I’ll see ya’” you respond, turning away from the window to continue walking. Billy hits the stereo, a loud wave of music floods from the car as he speeds away. 

It was the most civil conversation you have had with Billy. Strangely enough, it continued to be that way for the next week. You wouldn’t describe his behaviour as “nice”, but you figure it was the closest Billy could get. In addition to his normal pestering during your walks, he began adding on the offer of a ride at the end. You always turned him down, but you liked that he was asking. 

When Billy left, you started visiting the West Point Lookout more often. You always pass by the porch the two of you painted together this summer, remembering the short conversation you had had about California. In your most recent walk, you noticed the increase in activity around the house. You saw two cars parked out front along with a large moving truck. You notice a young girl with red hair moving back and forth with a woman who must have been her mother. You can't be sure from where you stand, but you don't see much resemblance between the sharp angles of Billy’s features and the young girl's round face. 

As you pass on the opposite side of the street, you watch as Billy hauls a large box off the back of the truck, moving to set it further up the driveway. His gaze moves upwards, catching sight of you. You offer a smile raising your hand in a wave. You watch as he glances around the yard, his eyes catching on Neil, tracking him as he moves one of the boxes from the driveway into the house. Only when he has disappeared inside does Billy look back to you, returning your wave. 

There is something about his eyes. You’re not sure what to call it. It’s not the first time you’ve seen it, catching glimpses of it during the summer when he would ignore you with his father present. You know not to approach the house based on the look alone. You accept the wave as the only interaction you would receive and continue walking. 

When you reach the West Point your mind is consumed by the unspoken conversation you had with Billy. You knew he never spoke to you when his father was around, but the look he gave you today struck a chord. You don't know why, but it unsettled you greatly. 

Throughout the next week you would continue to have your normal walking conversations with Billy. Through these little talks you were able to learn about his step-sister, Max, and his Step-mom, Susan. He also told you that he and Max would be starting school on the 30th. You say that you’ll see him when he gets there, that it would be hard to miss with how he drives. 

Part of you doesn't want him to go to school. You don't want to have to watch him hear all the rumours about you. Whatever kind of kinship that had developed between the two of you would shatter. Unfortunately, Billy doesn't strike you as the type to eat lunch with the school freak show. 

You want to try and explain before he hears it from the rest of the school but you know that it's futile. You can’t help the small flame of hope that burned in your heart that he would somehow ignore all the talk, and still want to be…. Whatever this was. You did your best to smother the hope, keeping your expectations low. 

It wouldn’t help what was to come on Billy’s first day.

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