The Truth Is That Despite Being Very Powerful, Stephen Is One Of The Most Underrated Characters In The

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

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

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!

Taglist: @official-starcourt-mall @lem0ns77 @bethii1 @wysteria-arts @fanficfanatic204 @theshinyrock @spacedaddydinn @raidxny @emmyawards1 @lucxxy @leia9817 @wounded-writing @taisab02 @goblinpit @howlerwolfmax @kilvru3 @blueberry-birdie @flamewriterr @im-julessssss @tsukibaby1 @taisab02 @mikeyswifie @superblyspeedydragon @let-love-bleeds-red @m-rae23 @msrawog @speakinglikeconstellations @taintedxkisses @pineapleavocado @hawkinsavclub1983 @arael-asuka @velvet-spider @extra-3motions @uniquecookiepainterbear @crimsonsabbath @mushy-mushroom04

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…

first love of late spring - ot7 x reader

chapter eight

table of contents masterlist join the taglist discord

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

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

taglist: @frieschan, @savagemickey03

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

chapter 04 table of contents masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Rose.

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

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

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

— ☁︎ AKATSUKI REACTION TO YOUR ‘AKATSUKI THEMED’ BONNET :

content warnings: fluff, kinky/curly haired!reader, established relationships, crack but written in character(ish), hidan being hidan, dreadhead!tobi, they love you and your natural hair. 🖤

authors note: extremely self indulgent headcannons I’ve been sitting on because I think this would be hilarious.

Inspired by my bonnet:

DEIDARA

Deidara takes exceptionally good care of his hair, it’s something the two of you bonded over together in the hideout. He watches you do your wash days and then lets you slink into his room after to hangout, but today you got a new bonnet.

“Now that is a work of art,” he laughs watching you make your way to the bed. Usually, your bonnets are in one solid color but today… it’s black with red clouds, like his cloak. “Where’d you get a thing like that.”

Obviously, he had to get one himself so that you can match. “Baby, don’t gatekeep,” he begged and pleaded. On the upside, his hair is softer and silkier than ever and you’re beginning to envy his inches of 613 hair.

HIDAN

Hidan, bless his heart, does not understand hair care. When you first started seeing each other he did not know what a bonnet was for. But, once he learned he started buying you ones that he thought were cute. Pink ones, purple ones, ones with ties so you could make a bow.

“I ain’t ever seen no akatsuki bonnet,” he remarks watching you strut around the living room in your new item. “It’s cute bunny, real cute.” He can’t explain it, but this strokes his pride 10 fold seeing you in his paraphernalia. Safe to say this one became his favorite.

He did, however, also have one special made with Lord Jashins symbols too.

ITACHI

Itachi is a kind lover, therefore he does most of your hair care for you. Since being with him, wash day have never been a hassle. Braid outs, wash n go’s, cornrows galore that boy knows what to do.

That’s why when you’ve come to bed tonight you decide to surprise him. “What’d ya think?” You say while scooting closer to your lover under the covers. He’s also freshly showered, skin still damp as he lazily props himself up with an arm.

He toys with the elastic by dragging his finger along the perimeter, his sultry eyelashes batting as he looks you over. “I like it,” And he means it, but he already knows he’s going to get you one with the Uchiha insignia instead.

KONAN

Similarly to Itachi, Konan knows what the fucks going on. Queen of detangles and leave in conditioners, she gets you right and takes pride in being helpful to you. So, you thought you’d pay your girlfriend back with an homage to her organization that seemingly has profound meaning to her.

It’s late and you know she’s a bit stressed as of recent, so as you both get ready for bed in your shared bathroom you put on your new bonnet. She almost chokes on her toothbrush in shock!

“Oh baby I love it! Where did you even get something like that. It suits you so well,” she dotes with toothpaste still on the sides of her mouth. It puts a smile on her face whenever you wear it.

KAKUZU

The truest idgaf-er, says not a lick the day you wear it around him. Honestly he doesn’t know how feels about it, a stupid investment really. That you’d spend, most likely, his money on a such a trivial thing [eyeroll emoji].

Whatever. It’s.. nice. But, don’t expect him to compliment you. “Kakuzu, you haven’t said anything bout my new bonnet,” you pout while trying to curl up next to him like a cat on the sofa.

He pauses trying to find his words, “you look like a walking target.” When he sees the expression of joy fall from your face he knows he messed up. “But it’s a sweet gesture, little one.” He slots his arm on your waist rubbing the expanse of your smooth skin with his rough hand. It makes you heat up a bit. He’s a sweetie when he wants to be.

SASORI

Your boyfriend is annoying, but you happen to like him like that. The times when he is out of Hiruko in the safety of the compound, he likes to touch you even if he can’t feel it. He’s possessive over you, he knows how beautiful you are, your hair being only the crown of your beauty. He’ll curl strands of it around his wooden fingers as you talk — he isn’t the biggest help to maintaining it, wood body and all — more-so an appreciator of the art that is you.

You decide that you’ll annoy him back, buying a bonnet that matches his robe for work. “Are you serious? I wanted to play with your hair but you come in with that,” he pinches the veneer of his nose bridge in an exaggerated sigh. “You’re ridiculous. Come here, now.”

Sasori may act like he doesn’t like it, but it’s clear from the way he smirks as you lounge with him that he is a fan. “Such novelty,” he says while planting kisses on your forehead.

TOBI

Babe, he already had one. “Does that mean you wanted to match with lil ol’ me!!” He jumps around your shared room popping in and out of reality as you chase him around. What started as a coalition of curly heads in the akatsuki has blossomed into a fruitful relationship between you and he.

“Tobi you big jerk! I wanted to surprise you,” he looks utterly ridiculous in a matching robe and bonnet right now. You’re unable to catch him from how hard you’re laughing at him while he taunts you. Once you finally get your hands on the slippery bastard, it’s time for a wash day (together of course).

“How’d you even get this Tobi, I had to get mines special made,” you say as you scrub his scalp of any buildup with your nails. “A magician never reveals his secrets y/n-chan~~” he winks in your direction.

“Shut up or I’m charging you for a retwist.” He was quickly silenced.