Stranger Than Fiction

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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first love of late spring - ot7 x reader

chapter seven

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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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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.

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!

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?

read the other parts: 1, 3, 4

read part three here

word count: 1.7k

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warnings: extreme jealousy, some harsh words

a/n: thank you all so much for being patient for me as i wrote this and i hope you enjoy!

“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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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. 

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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