First Love Of Late Spring - Ot7 X Reader

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

taglist: @frieschan, @savagemickey03

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. 

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. 

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!

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…

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

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. 

Part 1, ...(Masterlist)... Part 9

A/N: Hope you guys liked it! We all have hurt feelings up in this bitch. Next chapter is going to be the party and oh boy... its gunna be wild. Let me know what you guys think! Leave a like or a comment! Some of the comments on Part 7 literally made me so happy! I love you guys!

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