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Part 5: Routine

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Slowburn)

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A/N: Oh hell yea! Wrote and typed this one last night! It's a bit of a filler chapter but we are getting into the intricate and complicated grieving process the reader is struggling with. I hope you guys like it! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag-list!

Word Count: 1,557

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety

Going back to school was harder than you ever would have imagined. From the moment Hopper first pulls up at the front of the school in his police car, you can feel eyes on you. They slide over you, scanning your body like the worst kind of x-ray. The feeling of constant surveillance is not new to you, getting plenty of it in the hospital. But, you were never able to shake the feeling of anxiety as it snaked its way over your bones, coiling in your stomach, winding tighter and tighter until you feel like you're going to throw up. 

“Hey kid…” Hopper's gruff voice interrupts your thoughts. You look over to him in the driver's seat. Somehow he looks just as tense as you feel, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly you can hear the leather creak. “It’s gonna be okay, you know?” One of his hands leaves the wheel to rest on your shoulder. His heavy hand feels warm and comforting. You give him what you hope is a reassuring smile. 

“Yea, I know Hop. Thanks for the ride.” You say, collecting your things. Hopper squeezes your shoulder slightly, drawing your attention back to him. You notice his expression has shifted from concern to more grim. Leaning in slightly he lowers his tone.

“Always remember, you never know who’s listening.” he says seriously, holding your gaze. The weight and meaning behind his words are not lost on you. You know that Hopper believes that the people at the lab have never and would never stop looking after you. Ensuring your compliance with the agreement you had all made to stay quiet about the events that occurred last year.

“Thank you Hop. Really.” You repeat, nodding firmly in understanding. He smiles, tensely, returning your nod before releasing your shoulder. 

“Have a good day, kid. Be safe! Call me if anything happens!” he instructs as you climb out of the car. You can't help but smile. He’s always been like a dad to you and he seemed to become even more protective after everything that happened. 

“I will.” you say, slinging your bag over your shoulder giving him another smile and a wave as you close the door. You walk forward to the school, hoping Hopper would take this as a sign of confidence. It must work because after a moment you hear his car pull away. 

You sigh, taking a moment to breathe deeply before continuing towards the entrance. The whispers hit you before you even step foot in the school. It’s hard to ignore, impossible really. Keeping your head down you move forward, doing your best to keep your breathing even. Reaching your locker your hands shake as you enter your combination. Yanking the locker open you quickly unload the books in your bag.

As you stand there you can feel the eyes sliding over you and you can hear the whispers more clearly.

“That’s her…”

“I heard it was a bear…”

“...Seen the scars…”

“I heard she actually died…”

“....Actually pregnant and….”

You close your eyes, hand tightening around the metal of the locker door. Your knuckles whitening as the hard metal digs into the skin of your palm. Your mind is spinning, you can feel that anxiety in your gut slither up and begin tightening around your lungs. Your heart is racing, pounding against your ribs, blood rushing in your ears. It feels like you are dying, like you were dying and it would never end. 

Something slams loudly against the locker to your left. Your eyes snap open to see Steve Harrington leaning against the locker like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

“Hiya!” He greets you cheerfully. He’s smiling brightly at you, like he's genuinely happy to see you. And in that moment, you are genuinely happy to see him too. Your heart is still pounding too quickly for you to respond so you try to smile back but it makes your face feel tight, wrong. Steve's eyes scan your face for a moment, his smile dropping and his brows drawing together. 

“You feeling alright champ? You look a little green around the gills.” he asks, concerned, crossing his arms over his chest. You nod, taking a deep breath in. 

“Yea, yea… I’m good.” you stutter out, closing your locker and resting your head against the cool metal allowing it to sooth you. “I just wasn’t expecting… that.” you explain lamely. Steve nods, glancing around the crowded halfway before looking back at you. 

“Yea, I get it.” He says “I’ve heard some of the rumours already. Some of them are pretty wild.” He goes on. “It’s all pretty tame compared to the truth.” He adds, flashing you a sympathetic smile. You chuckle at that. Nothing they could think of to gossip about would ever come close to what had actually happened. That comforted you in some strange way. 

“My personal favourite is that you robbed a bank and attempted to flee the country, but Hopper brought you back and covered everything up.” he says. The story causes you to outright laugh. The anxiety shrinks back to your gut, at least making it easier to breathe.

“That’s a pretty good one.” you chuckle, shaking your head and hauling your bag back onto your shoulder. 

“Oh man! If you think that one’s good, you should hear the one about the baby you had in Texas!” he jokes. 

You're thankful he’s there. You and Steve had never really been close, you and Barb always thought he was just an arrogant jerk that wanted to sleep with your friend. But, having someone there that actually knew the truth was incredibly comforting. 

“What are you guys talking about?” Nancy asks, approaching to stand next to Steve. Steve's smile brightens upon seeing her. He wraps an arm around her waist placing a quick kiss on her lips. 

“Oh nothing, just about secret love children and bank robberies.” he says nonchalauntly causing Nancy to chuckle lightly. 

“Oh is that all?” she turns her eyes to you. You can't name what it is, but something flashes across her face. You feel a pang in your heart and you have to avert your gaze, she does the same. There is something tense between the two of you. It’s been growing since you first learned Barb was missing. Some dark part of you is convinced that she blames you for what happened. She never said anything and neither did you. But it was always there, like a ghost, haunting you both. 

After that first day it got easier. It helped that you had Nancy and Steve around. None of you ever talked about what had happened, but it made you feel less crazy when they were there to laugh at the outrageous rumours with you. 

Sometimes it’s hard to be around them. Like before, they are always talking about college and the future. It was particularly hard to be around Nancy. Sometimes she will say something or do something and it will remind you of Barb. It makes you miss her so much. Like there is this hole in your chest and everything seems to remind you of her. You desperately want to talk to Nancy about it. To tell her how she sounded like her, or to remind her that Bard used to do that. But then you see her smiling and laughing with Steve and you can't bring yourself to do it. You don't want to risk dragging her backwards when it seems like she is doing so well moving forwards. 

During those times, you remain silent. You do your best to keep the tears from your eyes. She reminds you of Barb a lot. 

The weeks drift by and you fall into a steady rhythm. You do your best to remain busy, sticking to your mundane routine. 

You wake up at 0500 to welcome your mom home from work. You always cook something for her so she can eat and go to sleep. You take a short walk, watching the sky lighten as the day begins. Then, at 0730 either Steve or Hopper pick you up and take you to school. You would sit through classes, eat lunch with Nancy and Steve then go home at 1430. You cook dinner early, packing a lunch for your mom so she will have something when she leaves for work at 1600. After she leaves you pack your bag with a small dinner and head out yourself. Normally going to some place quiet enough to work on homework. 

When the sun begins to set you start home. You shower, go to bed, and repeat the next day. The only change in the routine comes on the weekends. You spend them with your mom. Running errands or doing chores around the house. 

September passes by quickly, October following much the same. 

Then, one afternoon you hear the familiar sound of a loud engine approaching from behind you as you walk. You continue forward, listening as the car draws closer. Then, as if no time had passed at all, a blue camaro slows next to you. 

“I see you’re still taking your crazy pills.” a gruff voice calls from within the car. An involuntary smile pulls at your lips as you turn to face the driver. 

Billy.

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Stranger Than Fiction

Part 2: The Convergence

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Slowburn)

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A/N: Look at that! Part 2 already! I told you guys I already have a lot written, just have to review and type it. Hope you guys like it! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

Word Count: 1,893

Warnings: Near death, Swearing

The sun beat down on the asphalt. You feel the heat of it through the worn down soles of your sneakers. They had seen better days, tattered and dirty from the miles you paced every day this summer. A couple more weeks and they wouldn't have any tread left at all.

This was your favourite time of day. When the sun was high in the sky and the heat washed over you like a blanket, permeating through your t-shirt, warming you to your core. A light sheen of sweat covers your skin and cools you with every breeze. The road you are on is also one of your favourites. It wasn't well travelled, just a long stretch of paved road running parallel to the train tracks. You can't see the tracks for your spot on the road, but you know they are there, just beyond the maze of thick trees that border your path. The last person you had seen was a farmer hauling hay in the back of an old pick-up, and that had been nearly 30 min ago. 

While your feet carry you forward, you let your mind wander. You think about the short conversation you had with your mom before she had gone to bed this morning. You had been filling your water bottle, getting ready for your day, when she came into the kitchen carrying the mail. You offered her a gentle smile but neither of you said anything. It had been like this since you came home, there would be these silences where neither of you knew what to say. Finally, after taking a seat across from you at the counter she spoke. 

“Your schedule came in the mail.” she said softly, sliding an envelope across the counter towards you. For a moment, her words didn’t register in your mind. 

Schedule? Schedule for what? Looking at the envelope you saw the Hawkins High School code of arms in the corner.

School. Right. You had completely forgotten that school was still something you had to do. All of the monster fighting and almost dying really put that kind of thing out of mind. 

“Oh! Right!” you said quickly, grabbing the envelope and sliding it into the side of your bag with your water bottle. “That’s so exciting!” you tried to sound genuinely happy but it sounded fake, even to your ears. You could see in your mother’s eyes that she wasn’t buying it either. You knew she was worried, and you hated that you were the cause of it. You cut her off before she could try and ask you anything. You didn't have the heart to lie to her. 

“I’m going to head out.” you said, slinging your bag over your shoulder and walking around the counter to her side. “Get some rest mom.” you gently place a kiss on her temple, a tired smile pulling at her lips. “I love you and I’ll be back in a few hours.” She hummed in response, the worry still in her eyes but holding her tongue. Instead she reminded you to be safe and if anything happened to call Hopper.

You were out the door, beginning your walk, as the sky began to lighten. The envelope in your bag weighing heavily on your mind. 

You spent the majority of your walk ignoring it. You don't want to think about the approaching school year. It was something you had been avoiding for a while. Each time it crossed your mind, your heart would begin to race and your palms became clammy. The arrival of your class schedule was like being dunked into a bucket of ice water. You can't stand thinking about being back in those halls, the classrooms, the cafeteria, with all those people. People who would be looking at you, whispering. Telling half truths and spreading rumours about what happened to you. You can already feel the stares on you walking through town. You can't imagine how bad school was going to be. 

Consumed by your anxious thoughts, you fail to recognize the sounds of an approaching vehicle. The driver of that vehicle is equally surprised to see a person in the road when they look up from adjusting the radio. A lot happens all at once.

The driver slams on the brakes, swerving wildly to avoid hitting you as you jump away. You lose your footing and tumble down the incline on the side of the road into the ditch. When the world finally stops spinning, you are too stunned to move. You can feel the adrenaline flooding through your veins and your heart pounding against your ribs. You lay still in the ditch, trying to make sure you are actually still alive. You can hear the sound of yelled curses up on the road, soon accompanied by the sound of a door slamming and rushed footsteps heading in your direction. 

A figure comes into your line of sight, looming over you. They are silhouetted by the sun, making it difficult to see their features. They take one look at you on the ground before they start yelling. 

“What the Fuck?! Are you tring to fucking die!? Who in their right mind walks in the middle of the god damn road?! I could have fucking killed you!” A male voice thunders from above you. As he continues to scream, you groan, rolling onto your side before pulling yourself to your knees. You look over your arms, only noting a couple scrapes. Regaining your bearings, you try to make sure nothing is seriously damaged while the man continues to hurl obscenities at you. You conclude that other than a couple bumps and bruises, you are unharmed.

“Are you fucking deaf and stupid?! I’m talking to you!” The stranger yells, taking a step forward. You stand on shaky legs before responding. 

“It sounds more like you’re talking AT me.” You state calmly, taking a moment to dust off your arms and legs. There is a pause before you receive an angry response.

“What’s the difference?” He asks. You take a deep breath, still trying to settle your nerves, then move to ascend the slope.

“The same difference between me “hearing” you and me actually “listening” to you.” you explain matter-of-factly. There is another pause of silence between the two of you.

“I don't see the difference.” He responds harshly. As you look up to respond, your foot slides on the loose gravel, almost sending you tumbling back down to the ditch. The man’s hands grab your arms faster than you can blink. He roughly hauls you the rest of the way up to solid ground. As soon as you are on level footing his hands are off you just as quickly. 

Now on the same level, you can make out his features clearly. He has curly blonde hair, hanging loosely around his shoulders. His outfit is casual, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. His face was composed of all sharp edges, he could have been carved from stone if it weren't for his eyes. They were softer, gentler than the rest of his face, and as blue as the ocean. 

“Jesus, it’s like you’re trying to end up in a ditch.” he grumbles, taking a step away from you. 

“Thanks.” you say, sounding slightly out of breath, your heart still beating quickly. He looks surprised for half a second before the scowl returns to his face. 

“Now, what the hell were you doing walking in the middle of the road?” He doesn't yell the question this time, but he is still clearly angry. The harsh angles of his expression hiding any of the softness you might have seen in his eyes. 

“At the risk of sounding redundant… I was walking.” You say, keeping your expression tame as he looks at you like you have a second head.

“Fuck.” he scoffs. “You must actually be crazy.” a rueful smile pulls at his lips. There is nothing kind about it. The flash of his white teeth as he shakes his head makes him look like a predator. You just hope he doesn't see you as prey.

“Is there some nut-house I can drop you off at or something?” He asks, gesturing to the blue camaro idling on the side of the road ahead of you. Your eyes catch the California tags and the licence plate number: PCE 235. Interesting.

“Oh. I-uh..” you stammer lamely, still trying to figure out how he had insulted you and offered you a ride in the same sentence. Apparently your hesitance was making him impatient because he scoffs again, rolling his eyes.

“It’s not rocket science, kid.” at this response you can't help but scoff yourself, chuckling lightly at the insanity of it all. 

“You almost ran me over driving a hundred miles an hour, and you expect me to get in the car you almost killed me with? And I’m the crazy one?” You shoot back, exasperated. His eyes fix you with a sharp galre.

“You were the one in the middle of the road.” he says spitefully.

“You were the one not watching the road. There is literally nothing out here. How could you NOT see me?” you bite back, not shying away from his icy stare. There is a pregnant pause while the two of you size one another up. 

“Fine.” he says harshly, breaking the silence. He shrugs, taking another step towards his car. He runs a hand though his curls in a way that is surely meant to look aloof but appears too practised in your eyes. “Try not to die, loca.” he adds casually, turning to walk back to his car. He pauses, mid-stride, and stoops to the ground picking something up off the asphalt. He inspects it for a moment before turning back to you.

“This must be yours.” he says, extending his hand which holds the envelope containing your class schedule. He makes no move to walk towards you, so you walk to him, begrudgingly taking the envelope from his hand. 

“Thank you…” you say for the second time to the man that nearly killed you minutes ago. 

“Billy.” He supplies his name.

“Thank you, Billy.” You add. You notice something flicker across his face, but it remains stoney otherwise. 

“Yea well, the next person who almost hits you might not be as nice as me.” He responds coldly, turning again to walk back to his car. He climbs back into the driver's seat, slamming the door roughly. You jump at the sudden rev of the engine. The tires spin out as he accelerates the car, whipping it around quickly, coming back towards you. He slows next to you, his window down.

“Stay out of the fucking road next time.” he bites angrily before putting on a pair of sunglasses and speeding away in the direction he had come from. The smell of burning rubber stings your nose causing you to cough. 

You watch as the car disappears down the long back road. The sounds of the loud engine soon fading as well. You suddenly become aware of how quiet it is. 

Looking down at the envelope in your hands you take measure of it momentarily. Then, standing on the hot asphalt of a back road you had almost died on, you open it.

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Stranger Than Fiction

Part 1: Welcome to Hawkins

(Slowburn) Billy Hargrove x Reader

...Part 2, ...(Masterlist)

A/N: I would like to say that I have recently tested positive to Covid and will be out of work until the 17th of July. This sucks, kind of, because I love my job. But, it also means that 98% of my time will not be dedicated to this fic… It has kind of spiralled out of control and I have written so much already. I hope you guys like this and although the main character's eventual pairing will be with Billy Hargorve, this is a SLOW burn, it is going to take a while because the reader knows how valuable they are and would never settle for the abusive asshole Billy is when he is first introduced. We are here for the DEVELOPMENT. No matter what, I enjoyed writing this. I hope you enjoy reading it.   Word Count: 2,472 Warnings: mentions of death, trauma, guilt

Billy Hargrove was an asshole. There was no way around it. He was rude, crude, drank like a fish, and smoked like a chimney. He had his mothers eyes and his fathers temper.

In a seemingly random series of events you found your fate tangling with his. It’s hard for you to say exactly when this convergence began. But, it was most likely around the time your world turned upside down. 

When Will Byers disappeared in November of 1983, you were one of the first people questioned. You were 17 at the time but you had been babysitting in Hawkins since you were 14. It was just your mom and you for as long as you could remember. Your mom was a nurse at Hawkins General Hospital and worked the night shift. She always made sure you had enough but that didn't stop you from helping with the bills where you could. 

You regularly worked for the Wheelers, and even got paid extra on campaign nights. Normally it wasn’t a bad deal. Mike, Dustin, Will, and Lucas were always well behaved. All you really had to do was watch them, feed them, put them to bed, and make sure they didn't die. Sounds simple, right? Unfortunately, Hawkins was cursed. 

Will didn't make it home that night and your life would forever be altered by the madness that ensued. 

You had been wracked with guilt when you heard one of your kids had gone missing. Nancy tried to reassure you that there was nothing you could have done. You had been watching them all day and when you had left that night, they were still playing D and D. There had been plenty of people in the house, including Nancy. She even tried to invite you to come along with her and Barb to Steve’s party. She said it would help get your mind off things and just relax, like the three of you always did. You almost accepted. Almost.

You would never fully forgive yourself for turning them down. Even when Barb had called you that night, begging you to come so she wouldn’t have to be the fifth wheel. You refused, giving her some half baked excuse about having a headache. 

That would be the last conversation you had with her.

You planned to apologise to both of them the next day, after school. You would make it up to them. Rent a sappy romantic movie, eat popcorn, and they could tell you all about the party. Those hopes would soon die when Nancy explained what had happened at the party and how she hadn't seen Barb since the night before. The two of you went over to the Harrington’s place, looking for any sign of your lost friend. That afternoon in the woods would be your first brush with the paranormal. 

Going to the police got you nowhere. The guilt ate at your insides until you were desperate for answers. So, when Johnathan Byers  told you about monsters coming out of walls, you believed him. 

That night in the woods, when Nancy disappeared, it nearly broke you. How was it possible for you to lose so many people. It just wasn't fair. You cried when Johnathan pulled her from the hole in the tree. Your relief would be short lived. When Nancy described the other side it turned your insides. Just imagining Barb trapped in a place like that… you would have done anything to rescue her. 

You had never had many friends but Nancy and Barb were the best friends a girl could ask for. The three of you had become instant friends when you first met as children. They were a year behind you in school but were so smart and always helped you to understand the subjects you were weaker in. They were the only reason you were passing pre-calculus and that you had any socialisation outside of babysitting. Whatever that thing was, you were going to find a way to beat it and rescue Barb. 

You, Nancy, and Johnathan made plans to lure in the monster and kill it. There was a slight snag in the plan when Nancy saw what Tommy H. had written on the theatre board and Johnathan ended up in handcuffs. Luckily, Jim Hopper was the closest thing you had to a dad. Well, more like a drunk uncle. You were thankful he believed all of you when you explained what was happening. Having Hopper in your corner mady you feel a million times better. Unfortunately, the feeling was not mutual. Hopper made it very clear how he felt about you being involved in all this. If you weren’t as stubborn as him, he would have made you go home. 

When he saw how determined you were to save Barb he couldn't help but smile, pulling you into a tight hug. He grumbled that it was no use, that you were just like your old man. It always made you weirdly happy and sad at the same time when he said things like that. You couldn’t remember much about your dad, he had died before you got the chance to really know him. You knew that He and Hopper had served together in the Army. But, Hopper didn't like to talk about it much. 

When you were all on the same page, you managed to contact Mike on the radio after you remembered it was how the little group liked to communicate. Seeing the kids all together again made you happy they were safe but you couldn't help but feel the void left by Will. You knew Nancy felt it too. There was something unspoken between the two of you. Like you couldn’t look each other in the eye without thinking of Barb. It made your heart ache. 

When the time came for El to find Barb and Will, you could barely breathe. Then you heard the young girl murmur a single word. 

“Gone.” 

Gone. Barb was gone, and it was all your fault. It felt like someone had scooped out your insides. All you could think about was Barb and how you should have been there for her. But now it was too late, she was gone forever. You didn’t realise you were crying until Hopper pulled you into his arms.

“It wasn’t your fault, kid.” he had said, squeezing you tightly. His words fell on deaf ears. You felt numb, like the world wasn’t really there. You watched him leave with Joyce, on the way to rescue Will…

You sat alone in the empty halls of the Middle School, drowning in your own thoughts, until you felt Nancy sit next to you. She didn’t look at you, only taking your hand and stating, in an eerily calm voice, “We’re going to kill it.”

Then the numbness inside of you gave way to a new feeling. It was a hot feeling that spread through you, burning. Vengeance.

You, Nancy, and Johnathan gather your supplies, set the trap, and slit your palms. Then, you waited. There were a thousand things you thought could happen that night. But, Steve Harrington showing up was the last among them. And it only went south from there. 

After the first attack you were shaken. You would have run out of the house with Steve if it weren’t for the thought of Barb alone. That thing was the reason you felt this way. It was the reason your friend was gone. You were going to kill it, or die trying. You gripped your father’s colt .45 and stood with your back against Nancy and Johnathan.

It all happened so fast. The gun in your hand jerked as you fired round after round into the monster. You turned around and for a split second, your eyes locked on Nancy’s. You saw the fear there an instant before sharp claws raked through the flesh of your back. You felt the warmth of your own blood gushing down your back, then the pain. That’s the last thing you remember about that night.

You don't remember Steve coming back, saving you with the spiked bat, Jonathan setting the thing on fire, or when all three of them hauled your limp body into the back of Steve’s car.  

You wouldn’t be there for the reunion with Will or for the celebration of his return. You would miss Christmas and New Years. You wouldn't regain consciousness until the second week of January, 1984. Sometimes you would get flashes, little pieces of that time. Nancy’s voice, someone squeezing your hand, the beeping of monitors. But mostly it was your mom crying. 

When you woke up you were alone. It felt like your mouth was made of sandpaper and when you opened it to speak, nothing came out. It took you a moment to realise you were in a hospital and when you moved to sit up, pain shot down your spine. Every bone in your body was aching and each movement sent new waves of pain along your back. Before you had another second to think, you heard a gasp from the doorway. Your mother dropped the coffee she had been carrying in her rush to your side. Her eyes were filled with fresh tears and she was rambling a million miles a minute. Asking you questions, looking you over, making sure you were actually awake. You were happy to see her but little did you know that this would be the norm for the coming months. 

You were never alone. There were always nurses, or doctors, or men in suits. Everyone had questions. How were you feeling? Where was the pain? What do you remember? After a week it got old and after a month it was downright maddening. 

As far as anyone knew, you had fallen victim to a bear attack. It would have been simple, if it was only the flayed flesh of your flanks that needed to heal. Unfortunately, the infection that set in made things complicated. The government sent specialists to look after you and keep things under wraps. They kept you in a facility, only allowing certain people to care for you.

The fevers were hard to shake, they were treating you with so many different drugs you lost track. When your fever broke, you always started to feel better, but somehow it always came back. 

They concluded that it was most likely some type of virus that had been transmitted to you via the creature's claws. There was only so much they could do. As the weeks went on, the time between flare ups grew longer. When you were finally well enough to have visitors, all interactions were closely monitored. 

Your most frequent visitors were your mom, Hopper, Nancy and Steve. Jonathan stopped by sometimes, but not often.

When school started again you were still unable to sit up on your own. Nancy and Steve undertook the task of keeping you up to date on your school work. With not much else to focus on, besides your pain, you had a lot of time to study. Your grades weren’t half bad, all things considered. 

When you weren't doing catchup work for school or visiting or being poked and prodded by doctors, you wrote. It had always been a passion of yours and more recently it had become a means of escape. Being trapped in that sterilised linoleum prison was driving you mad. So when you felt the walls closing in around you, the only way out was with a pen and paper.

Before everything, you would write about fantasy worlds and romantic adventures. Stories where the heroes triumphed and love conquered all. But now, you couldn’t seem to conjure up those scenarios. The tales that came to life on your page now were darker. There were no good guys or love stories, there were only tales of fear and those things that haunt us when we are alone at night. Stories about the horrors hiding in the shadows all around us.  

No one read these stories but you.

After 6 months of treatments, recovery, and rehab, you were finally discharged. Going home somehow made you feel even stranger. Things were the same but somehow profoundly different. Your mom had taken a couple shifts off work to look after you when you got home. You were thankful for her but there was no hiding the amount of stress she had been under while you were in the hospital. She had always had circles under her eyes but in the past few months they seemed to grow darker. 

You tried to go back to the way things were. You hung out with Steve and Nancy, listened to them talk about their lives and plans for the future. You were happy for them, it seemed like they had really grown. But for some reason, it left a sour taste in your mouth. You felt like all they wanted to talk about was the future but all you could think about was the past. You eventually stopped going with them, always giving excuses about headaches. And eventually, they stopped asking. 

You found yourself alone a lot. Not that you minded. After having 8 months of constant supervision, you could use some alone time. The walls in your home started to remind you too much of being stuck in the hospital. So, you liked to be outside. You would go for long walks almost every day. It felt good to be outside. Freeing. 

You would leave your house early in the morning, after your mom got back from her shift. You would take a small bag, packed with a water bottle, a book, and your journal. You would pick a new direction every day, always finding new places you haven't walked yet. When you got tired you would find a quiet place to sit and read or write or just think. 

You thought about Barb often. You tried to think about all the good times you had together. How she always managed to explain things so you could understand. All the sleepovers the two of you had. She was so smart and kind. You missed being able to call her just to talk. You avoided thinking about how her last moments must have felt. How alone and scared she must have been. Each time your thoughts turned to it you could feel yourself recoil. It felt like touching a hot stove. 

Sometimes you couldn't help it. You would think about that last conversation you had with her. How you had been so selfish and dismissive of her. Then you would cry as you walked. 

That's the way things went for a while. Then, one day in the middle of July things changed. You would never forget the first time you met Billy Hargrove. 

A/N: Hope you guys like it so far! This was just a little background before the actual story starts. Let me know what you guys think!

... Part 2, ...(Masterlist)

jungkook fanfics that deserve to be turned into kdramas.

(a recommendation you badly need) ⭑.ᐟ

Sauvage ౨ৎ by @tljunglebook

— grumpy x sunshine, cold and detached jungkook (who turns into a whipped puppy later on) work romance, slow burn.

(starting off strong! this book’s got the most delicious slow burn to ever exist! blushing at how sexy, down bad & protective for oc jungkook’s here ugh)

10 Seconds ᥫ᭡ by @deepdarkdelights

— yandere jungkook, abduction, stalking, stockholm syndrome.

(this series is my first love, i would do anything to read this for the first time again!)

Penpal 𓍯𓂃 by @laughing-with-god

— yandere prisoner jungkook, stalking, breaking in.

(gotta contact some directors and producers to turn this into a drama! it would slay so hard!)

Risqué ✧˖° by @mercurygguk

— age gap, forbidden romance, smut, angst.

(the time stamps and drabbles are the essence of this fic, the smut is so well written! god can someone already turn this into a mini netflix series please!?)

About Time ִ࣪𖤐 by @yoonia

— time travel au, major angst, second chances, smut, fluff.

(if i had the chance to devour a book, i’d eat this one (obviously) it’s one of the best books of my life, i would die to see a live version of this)

I Want You To Stay ʚɞ ⁺˖ by @ahundredtimesover

— ceo jungkook, strangers to lovers, slow burn, angst, smut.

(no slow burn ever slow burned the way this story slow burned! best read of 2024 in my opinion!)

Bride Of Devil ♰ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ by @jasminefanfics

— dark romance, gangster au, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, age gap, kinda yandere husband jungkook.

(my youtube fanfic girlies assemble! this is the best mafia jungkook fic i can recommend for ya’ll! the bgm is so addictive and perfect)

An Abundance Of Luck And A Sprinkle Of Fate 𐙚 by @borathae

— strangers to lovers, romance, found family, smut, angst, healing.

(I remember being unhealthily obsessed with this lord, aaol!kook & oc will forever be my baby TT this book tugs at your heart in a way that’s inexplainable)

ps — have a good read girlies <3

BTS w/ Short Reader

Pairing: BTS x Black Fem Reader

Synopsis: Different moments with BTS having a short girlfriend

Request: @lelewright1234

A/N: Not edited just wanted to get it out. Will clean up later :)

Seokjin: Going to Dinner

One of the major perks of living in the city was being close to many diverse food cuisines. There was an Italian restaurant two blocks from your apartment, authentic Mexican food on the same block, and your favorite restaurant just ten minutes' walking distance away.

That was what you and Jin were currently doing. The fall breeze felt nice as you all engaged in small talk. The restaurant was a casual establishment. Not necessarily a hole in the wall, but it didn't require reservations either. Even during peak hours.

"I'm starving," you said dramatically. Your work was insane, and time just got away from you. Not even able to pick up something quickly from the nearby gas station. It was that type of day.

"Well, I just got paid, so feel free to splurge. I'm craving a juicy steak." Jin, equally enthused, rubbed his hands together. Jin had been working hard to put himself in the best position for a promotion. The industry was lucrative, but it was a dog-eat-dog world. He didn't have many 'friends' at his job. He did not see the need when he had his girlfriend, his best friend, anyway.

Taking a seat at the resteraunt, it was long before a friendly waiter greeted you all.

"Hi, welcome to Cheesecake Factory. I'm Ryan and I'll be your sever for the evening."

The waitor placed down the menus. "Can I get you started with something to drink?"

He tilted his head. "Oh my apologizes let me get you a kids menu." He rubbed the back of his head. He collected the menu in front of you so fast, you didn't have a chance to even correct him. Jin watched as you fixed your lip to correct the waiter. But he quickly shook his head no.

The waitor was moving amile a minute, and turned around going to go get a kids menu.

"I don't know if I should be offended or take it as a compliment." You jokingly posed the question.

"Take it as a compliment. Plus it's cheaper." Jin shrugged.

When the waiter came back, Jin accepted the miniature kid-sized menu.

"Okay, sorry about that. What can I get you to drink?"

Yoongi: Driving

"Good morning lovie." You cooed into the phone.

Yoongi groaned in response. Your warm greeting reminded that he agreed to pick you up from the airport. You traveled back home to your home country for a couple of weeks in the summer.

"I'm getting ready to get on my flight. I'll see you soon." You blew a kiss into the phone before hanging up. Yoongi was so delirious that he didn't even recall you hanging up. The eight-hour time difference was messing with him. He was already recovering from a long night before. He was one of those sleepers, where if you interrupted him, he couldn't go back to sleep after that.

But the warmth of the bed was working its magic. Yoongi, in one huff, flipped his pillow over. His body physically relaxed at the coolness. The satin pillowcases were a nice little touch that you added to the bedroom. They protected your natural hair in the event that your scarf slid off at night.

Soaking in the couple more hours of sleep that he got. Yoongi rolled out of bed, grabbing his keys. He shuffled slowly to his car. He slid one foot in the car, and groaned in pain as he hit his knee on the steering wheel.

Amid the pain and waking up, Yoongi looked at the driver seat.

"Why is it so far up?" He leaned down, sliding the chair at an appropriate distance for his legs. Finally getting in the car, he saw that all the car settings were off. His side mirrors turned in a lot more, and his rear view mirror was practically looking down into the back seat.

He smacked his lips, realizing the only person capable of adjusting his car settings was you, his girlfriend. You did some last-minute shopping before flying out all those weeks ago. You must have taken Yoongi's car.

He checked your location and saw that you were now twenty miles from the airport. Starting the car, hearing the engine purr. Yoongi felt his seat moving closer and closer to the steering wheel. Despite pressing the button, the car kept moving up the previous location. Yoongi's knees were damn near on top of the steering wheel.

Instead of responding grumpily, he laughed. "Shorty."

Hoseok: Clubbing

Finally, you and Hoseok reached the front of the club. Star Lounge had recently opened. You loved hitting the scene. Always being in the know. Hosoek your boyfriend was accompanying you. Thinking of your safety, a woman going to the club by herself- wasn't gonna happen on his watch. So he got dressed and met you at the line.

So after waiting nearly forty minutes in line you were rightfully upset when the security guard told you 'no.'

"What do you mean no."

"Read the sign lady." His head nodded to the sign in bold print beside him.

21+ club

"Yeah, I'm older than 21. Look at my ID." You did your best to keep calm. You are used to people thinking you are younger due to your age. Usually, a flick of your driver's license clears everything up.

The security guard was too involved in the other clubgoers to even look at the driver's license you had in your hand.

"If you hand me a fake, I'm putting you on the blacklist." He threatened.

Hoseok stepped in. Taking your license.

"We're not here to cause trouble or to hold up the line. Look at the driver's license. It's real."

With an attitude he looked at your ID. He even brought out the UV light. Flipping the card multiple times, trying to find any signs of fraud. But to be expected he couldn't find any.

"You can go in." He handed you the license, not making any eye contact. But make sure to add something smart to say. Hoseok ushered you in, taking you straight to the bar, to get the night started.

Namjoon: Pictures

You were taking yearly anniversary pictures with your fiancee Namjoon. The theme of the photoshoot was Midnight Kiss, fitting as Namjoon asked you to be his girlfriend on December 31st, mere seconds before the start of the new year. You were wearing a strappy four-inch heel that wrapped up your calf. Your dress was black with a sequence trailing the mesh sides. It cinched in your waist.

Namjoon wore a classic three-piece suit. He was handsome as ever and rocked the new low cut. The photographer was an energetic man who walked you both into placements. Complimenting on how photogenic you both were.

"Would you all like to do cute kiss pose?"

You nodded. Taking Namjoon's hands and placing them on your hips. As the taller individual natural Namjoon craned down to reach your lips. Right before your lips could touch, the photographer spoke up.

"Uh maybe we should find a new pose for Namjoon."

Slightly flustered, you looked to your fiancee. He too also looked confused.

"With the major height difference, Namjoon just looks... awkward."

"Oh-" Namjoon spoke. His slender fingers coming up to cover his mouth. You could see a smile creeping up.

"It just looked painful. Maybe let's try it sitting down." Pulling out a prop from the studio, Namjoon takes a seat first. You sit on his lap.

"Much better." The photographer crouches snapping the pose in different angles and lighting.

"I didn't think I was this short with the heels." You spoke between the kiss.

Namjoon chuckled. "I am six-foot, babe."

Jimin: Awardshow

You were at the Grammy's sitting beside your best friend, who accompanied you as your plus one to the event. The ceremony was dragging, and it was only forty minutes into the evening. The jokes were tiresome and the performances were frankly too loud. Overstimulated wasn't the word.

During one of the commercial breaks, you were getting ready to sneak a snack into your mouth when you heard your name called. Stuffing the snack into your purse, you smiled, turning your head.

Humbly coming up to you it was Jimin from BTS. You were well aware of who the singer was, as you both chatted privately from time to time. This was the first time you too were meeting in person.

"Yn. Hi!" Jimin bowed. He looked ethereal in his suit. His brown was a sandy brown hair. A middle part that looked perfect for him.

"May I hug you?" He spoke lowly taking note of your friend.

"Yes, of course. It's so good to see you." Standing up, you gave Jimin a warm hug, mindlessly rubbing his back. Jimin was glad to experience being in your arms. However, he didn't realize how short you were.

You only had a view moments before it was now time, for the show to continue. You waved Jimin goodbye as he walked back to his seat. It wouldn't be until after the award show that you would catch up with Jimin and his members. He was speaking informally about his encounter.

"I didn't realize how short Y/n was til I met her. She looks taller in her pictures."

Taehyung laughed hearing the retelling. Taehyung watched as you slinked up behind Jimin. In a more comfortable attire for the afterparty.

You wrapped you arm around Jimin's waist. Snuggling up to his side.

"I'm short eh." You feigned attitude.

Jimin looked down. Smiling seeing your face.

"You are it kinda caught me off guard."

"You're lucky my heels were hurting my feet." You laughed.

Taehyung: Sharing Clothes

It was a lazy Sunday at your apartment. Taehyung, your boyfriend was crashing at your place for the weekend. You all had an eventful day exploring new sites in the city. You all went rock climbing, ate lunch, and binged the newest season of Love is Blind.

Now you stood in the kitchen blending a fruit smoothie for yourself and Tae. The summer heat was seeping into your house, getting to the point where you had to take off your pants.

Taehyung just waking up stepped out from the corner. His wispy strands slightly sticking up on top of his head.

"Morning sleepy head." You greeted.

"Morning." Taehyung responded. He sat at the kitchen island. He sipped on the smoothie. Loving the pineapple and strawberry combination.

"Thank you."

"No problem baby." You smiled. You walked by Taehyung going to sit on the couch. Starting back up the season of Love is Blind you left off on last night. Taehyung followed your body as you propped your feet up.

"Yn?"

"Yeah?" You paused wanting to hear the conversation on the tv. Taehyung walked out the corner of your eye standing in front of you. He looked you up and down.

"Are you wearing pants?"

"Yeah." You pulled down the basketball shorts.

"I thought you were naked underneath."

"You sound disappointed." You teased back. Raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Mmm maybe." He spun back around sipping on his homemade smoothie.

Jungkook: High Shelf

The summer heat was nothing to mess with. It was increasing in temperature each passing summer. Jungkook's skin was slightly pink as he slid open the screen door from the backyard. He had a couple of friends over, and they were sitting outside sipping lemonade in the shade, doing everything in their power to avoid the scorching heat.

" Don't tell that story Jaehyun." Jungkook closed the door behind him.

Jungkook's heart nearly dropped watching you climb up in the chair. With wobbly knees you stood up on the chair.

Sturding the chair, Jungkook whisper scolded you.

"Jungkook. You scared me!" You placed a hand over your heart. "Don't come up behind me like that."

"You scared me stepping up on this chair. What are you trying to reach anyway?"

"I'm tryna reach some seasonings at the top of the cabinet." Jungkook motioned for you to step down off the chair. He slid it out of his way, stepping on his tiptoes to reach up and get the spices you pointed out for him.

"Just tell me next time okay." He lifted the chair placing it back. You laughed watching him slip back outside to converse with his friends.

Run ARMY! (Meet Part) a1 d4 +155 Words

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Reader won the opportunity to film a spin off of Run BTS! celebrating the boys return from enlistment, called Run ARMY!, over the course of seven days.

Word Count: 1,250

Notes: Our first official addition! I wanted to do additions in intervals of 1,000, but I'm on the fence of just completely rewriting this entire fic. I'm really unhappy with it and it's fighting me at every turn. I think I focused too much on the little things between point A and B and establishing Reader's voice and character. Might keep like the first bit of the Arrival part and a couple bits here and there. I'll sit on it. Marked the addition with []

Took Inspirations from Run ARMY! series on Tik Tok by _yamanika_ and Guess The Bias! by HelloMyAlien7 on Ao3

Warnings: Reader is p anxious lol. Sort of panic attack? Anxiety attack? idk man. Just anxious Reader.

Masterlist Link <3 | Prev Part Link c: | Next Part Link :D

By the time the SUV is pulling into the underground parking garage to meet the band in you’re sweating buckets. Not literally, thank the stars, but you feel near to it. Hannuel smiles kindly at you from the driver’s seat, obviously able to see your nerves. You’re pretty sure a satellite could see your nerves right now.

“You’ll be fine.” She soothes as the car descends. “The boys are super nice, and they’re excited to meet you. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” You suck in a deep breath in response and let it out. It doesn’t help much.

“I’m more nervous about ARMY not liking me than BTS not liking me.” You admit with a nervous laugh, consciously switching to twisting your rings around so you don't pick at your nails in your anxiety. Having bloody fingers while meeting your favorite group would not be a good look. “Also they intimidate me.” You add quietly.

You hear Hannuel stifle a snicker and your head shoots up to glare at her in affront. She’s supposed to support you, not laugh at you! She must see your mulish stare in the rear-view, because she quickly defends herself.

“Sorry, sorry! I’m not laughing at you, I promise. It’s just that they’re so silly sometimes, it’s hard to find them intimidating after having known them.” You easily concede the point to her. You'd seen enough behind the scenes content to get that impression. It’s a bit soothing to hear from an actual staff member though. “They’re the sweetest, really,” Hannuel continues, “You’ve genuinely got nothing to worry about. They’ll take care of you.”

You groan and let your head thump against the seat. “That’s part of the problem!” You complain, “It’s my first time on this side of a camera, it’s my first time meeting BTS, it’s my first time being in Korea, It’s just a lot! What if ARMY sees me fumbling and the boys helping me and decide they hate me? I can’t be hated by ARMY! I’d die!” You dramatically slump sideways, coincidentally timed with a turn that scootches you that much farther over.

Score one for dramatics.

Hannuel laughs gently at you, and you continue somewhat more seriously from your slumped position. “I mean, ARMY is basically my home. I don’t know what I’d do if they hated me.” You murmur into the leather cushion.

Hannuel hums musingly at you and the two of you lapse into silence for a moment.

“Well,” She starts, “First of all, you probably already know that you can never please everyone.” You nod miserably, aware that she could no longer see you. Both your therapist and your friends had told you as much many times. She continues, “But ARMY loves to see the boys interact with other ARMY. It’s another way they get to know them and feel connected. If you ask me, you’ll have more people projecting onto you than judging you. Not that they won’t judge, but” She shrugs, “People always do.”

You slowly sit up and shoot an admiring look at the woman. “Woah,” you mumble, “How are you so wise?”

Hannuel barks out a surprised laugh. “Life experience, mostly.” She replies amusedly.

You settle back into your seat and finally notice that Hannuel had stopped the car before what you assume to be the final turn before the boys would be in view. You feel a rush of gratefulness for her.

You hadn’t known her very long, but Hannuel had already been an incredible help and a very soothing presence to you. You should buy her something nice before you leave if you get the chance. See if you can send a gift basket through Hybe for her if you don't.

She starts the car rolling forward again as you reappear in the rear-view mirror, fully over your momentary theatrics. You take another deep breath and let it out again. It helps more this time.

“It’s not like my socials are public or anything either," You soothe yourself aloud, "And my friends already know me, they’re just excited. Everyone else is secondary.”

“Exactly” Hannuel affirms. You startle just a bit and then try to pretend you hadn’t forgotten she could hear you. Luckily, she’s too busy driving the car to notice. “Like I said, you’ll be just fine.”

Unfortunately for Hannuel’s encouraging words, you’d finally rolled close enough for you to spot seven men standing near 3 other SUVs just ahead and you were suddenly incapable of hearing anything anymore.

Static fills your brain as you study them. You register the casual clothes, watch them nudge each other excitedly as they notice your vehicle, even note the camera crew nearby, but not a single thought makes it past the haze of panic. Distantly, you wonder if this is what an adrenaline rush feels like. You suddenly can’t remember.

Your heartbeat thuds in your ears as the car comes to a gentle stop.

You absently bring one hand up to the pulse point under your jaw to measure your pulse and raise the other to your chest to make sure you’re still breathing. Hannuel is repeating instructions for your benefit in the front seat, but you simply cannot engage your brain enough to listen. All too soon she's exiting the car. You manage to tear your hands away from their comforting positions as she comes around and opens your door for you.

Hannuel helps you down as you duck out of the car and gives you a brief sympathetic smile as she takes your trembling hand.

Excited exclamations meet your arrival and you hastily paste confidence over your every mannerism as you lift both hands to wave back with equal excitement. Hannuel is the only one close enough to be able to see your hands continuing to shake, or note the fact that you stop breathing as you approach BTS.

You hope your smile isn't too tight and that you look appropriately excited. Hopefully whatever the cameras are seeing right now can be explained by excitement and reasonable nerves. You'll take your near panic-attack to the nearest private space, thanks.

["Hello! Oh my goodness, hi!" You release your held breath and end up attempting a sort of half-bow-half-handshake combo with RM that looks and feels incredibly awkward.

You’re mentally screaming apologies to him and despairing your lack of social graces as you move to greet the next member, one Kim Seokjin. You're not sure you can recover from this. You may just have to perish right here right now.

Blessedly, the man takes the lead for the interaction, opening his arms for a hug. You hesitate for a moment, double checking that he was giving you permission to hug him, before gratefully diving into the embrace.

The hug is a standard, friendly thing. Just a bit of a lean in and affectionate tap-tap-taps to eachothers upper back. It relaxes you immensely.

It helps that he more passes you to the next member down the line than let's you completely reset for a new interaction. No chance of awkwardness in pre-established patterns.

In this manner, you gain a hug from most of the other members as well. Yoongi is the only one who declines, offering a handshake that goes much more smoothly than your initial one with RM.

Once you're done with greetings, the PD introduces you, prompting you to wave and bow at them. You're sure it looks awkward because you feel awkward, but at least it gets done. ]

How can someone be so beautiful

his messy hair 😳

bonus:

Long Distance Relationship Headcanons

Jimin x Reader

Summary: How Jimin would handle a long distance relationship with his s/o

Warnings: none

A/N: Thanks to @animesllut666 for requesting this one!

Masterlist

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I think Jimin would struggle a bit with a long distance relationship, just because of how physically affectionate and how much of a care-er he is. He would hate not being able to physically be there for you and look after you.

But he manages to find unique little ways to make you feel closer and show you he cares.

Calls you almost every day, even if it’s just for like five minutes to ask about your day and to tell you that he loves you.

Good morning/goodnight texts.

Definitely sends stuff like hoodies/t shirts back and forth with you to share, and smiles so big whenever he notices you wearing them in pictures.

Video call ‘dates’, but it’s mostly you just leaving the call open while you do whatever so you can keep each other company.

“Where did I put my glasses down?” Bedside table behind you.” “Wha- oh, thank you!”

Another who, like Yoongi, makes little ‘jokes’ about you moving to Korea. “I heard about this new apartment complex near the park, you’d have a great view of the river!” “Ugh, I forgot to go grocery shopping” “That wouldn’t be an issue if you lived here, we could eat together.”

Sends monthly care packages, with an emphasis on the ‘care’ part(yes, I’m still thinking about him asking Jin for a shopping list before going to visit him in the military, he’s too sweet*cry)

He packs little things like hand warmers and cozy socks for you in the winter, sunscreen and cooling sprays in the summer, random lil gadgets that he saw on instagram ads, just anything he can think of to help make your day to day life a lil better/easier.

Gets you both those couples bracelets or lamps that are touch activated where when you touch yours, the other lights up.

Sleepy video calls at 1 in the morning where one or both of you is fighting desperately not to doze off but refusing to hang up bc you wanted to see each other.

Drops everything and flies to you if you’re sick/hurt or having a hard time. He doesn’t care if it’s an over-reaction, he wants to be there to take care of you, whether that’s feeding you soup while you’re sick or just being a shoulder to cry on.

Completely overjoyed when you’re finally able to remove the long-distance aspect to your relationship when you move to Korea and you’re able to see each other everyday.

@sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @feminympho @classicalelephant @dfqcsqueen @mother2monsters @comingupwithacoolnameishard @universal-travel-er @bo0ghol @seleneacyoflove

Long Distance Relationship Headcanons

Jimin x Reader

Summary: How Jimin would handle a long distance relationship with his s/o

Warnings: none

A/N: Thanks to @animesllut666 for requesting this one!

Masterlist

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I think Jimin would struggle a bit with a long distance relationship, just because of how physically affectionate and how much of a care-er he is. He would hate not being able to physically be there for you and look after you.

But he manages to find unique little ways to make you feel closer and show you he cares.

Calls you almost every day, even if it’s just for like five minutes to ask about your day and to tell you that he loves you.

Good morning/goodnight texts.

Definitely sends stuff like hoodies/t shirts back and forth with you to share, and smiles so big whenever he notices you wearing them in pictures.

Video call ‘dates’, but it’s mostly you just leaving the call open while you do whatever so you can keep each other company.

“Where did I put my glasses down?” Bedside table behind you.” “Wha- oh, thank you!”

Another who, like Yoongi, makes little ‘jokes’ about you moving to Korea. “I heard about this new apartment complex near the park, you’d have a great view of the river!” “Ugh, I forgot to go grocery shopping” “That wouldn’t be an issue if you lived here, we could eat together.”

Sends monthly care packages, with an emphasis on the ‘care’ part(yes, I’m still thinking about him asking Jin for a shopping list before going to visit him in the military, he’s too sweet*cry)

He packs little things like hand warmers and cozy socks for you in the winter, sunscreen and cooling sprays in the summer, random lil gadgets that he saw on instagram ads, just anything he can think of to help make your day to day life a lil better/easier.

Gets you both those couples bracelets or lamps that are touch activated where when you touch yours, the other lights up.

Sleepy video calls at 1 in the morning where one or both of you is fighting desperately not to doze off but refusing to hang up bc you wanted to see each other.

Drops everything and flies to you if you’re sick/hurt or having a hard time. He doesn’t care if it’s an over-reaction, he wants to be there to take care of you, whether that’s feeding you soup while you’re sick or just being a shoulder to cry on.

Completely overjoyed when you’re finally able to remove the long-distance aspect to your relationship when you move to Korea and you’re able to see each other everyday.

@sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @feminympho @classicalelephant @dfqcsqueen @mother2monsters @comingupwithacoolnameishard @universal-travel-er @bo0ghol @seleneacyoflove

Long Distance Relationship Headcanons

Namjoon x Reader

Summary: How Namjoon would handle a long distance relationship with his S/o

Warnings: swearing

A/N: Thanks to @gottafightwhentheysaybehave for requesting this one! Hope you like it!

Masterlist

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I could see him doing rather well with a long distance relationship. He loves traveling, so the chances of him falling for someone from abroad is not unlikely.

He might hesitate a little at first due to overthinking, but y’all would quickly find a system and routine that works for the two of you.

Sending pics and voice messages to each other throughout the day about whatever you’re up to so that you feel included, even if it’s just cleaning.

You’ve actually had entire arguments through just voice memos over the dumbest shit like the proper way to load the dishwasher.

Video call dates where you just keep each other company as you make dinner or while he’s in the studio(plays you tiny spoilers of new music he’s working on to tease you)

He doesn’t exactly send care packages, but he does send random lil gifts he finds that remind him of you, like art prints, plushies, keychains, etc.

Straight up just sent you a leaf one time. It fell on him when he was in the park one day and he just decided to keep it for you bc he heard it was good luck.

Has a joint spotify playlist with you so that y’all can listen to music together.

Another member who would like to surprise you with weekend visits, but being the spoiler king that he is, he ends up letting it slip.

“I’ll call you in the morning, okay?” “Ah I can’t, I’ll be at the airport.” “Why?” “... no reason.”

It’s fine tho, y’all prefer to plan your visits together so you can make the most of your time together.

Calls you a lot late at night when he’s really missing you, but he doesn’t want to admit that’s why. “I just had a question about that show you were watching…”

He really tries not to let on just how much he misses you, but his facade completely cracks when you're physically together, holding onto you like his life depends on it.

“I changed my mind, please move here. I need you with me.”

@sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @feminympho @classicalelephant @dfqcsqueen @mother2monsters @comingupwithacoolnameishard @universal-travel-er @bo0ghol @seleneacyoflove @captainorangegoose

Billy Hargrove x Kogal leitor headcannons parte 2

Part 1

Billy é muito popular e acredito que quando as outras garotas da escola vissem que ele gostava do jeito que você se vestia, elas iriam querer te copiar.

Billy os acharia ridículos

Por que ele iria querer uma cópia barata se ele já tem o original?

Mas você provavelmente ficaria feliz em ver a cultura Gyaru se tornando popular na escola

Agora vamos falar sobre amizades

Acho que Chrissy acharia você muito estilosa e gostaria de se vestir como você, mas ficaria envergonhada e com medo de julgamento, então se contentaria em pegar emprestados alguns de seus acessórios.

Quando mais novas, as crianças pensavam que você vinha de outro planeta e olhavam para você muito, mas isso era só no começo.

Eles pediam emprestada uma de suas perucas quando tentavam misturar El com os outros alunos.

"não pergunte por que, mas precisamos pegar emprestada uma de suas perucas por um tempo" "prometemos que a devolveremos inteira"

A peruca não voltou inteira e você quase teve um ataque cardíaco

El e Max adorariam brincar de se vestir com suas roupas e joias

Falando em Max, ela pensaria que você é apenas mais uma garota com quem o meio-irmão dela está saindo. Ela pensaria que você é estranho porque você tem um estilo muito diferente do dela, mas ela ficaria surpresa quando você explicasse o movimento Gyaru para ela, ela te apoiaria totalmente, já que ela também odeia os rótulos impostos às mulheres.

Você teria uma noite de garotas onde você a vestiria como uma Gyaru e ela tentaria te ensinar a andar de skate

Billy gosta de ter toda a sua atenção, então ele não gostaria que você o abandonasse para ficar com sua meia-irmã irritante (palavras dele, não minhas)

Eddie acharia você super legal, tipo, pessoas alternativas têm que ficar juntas

Ele te chamava para seus pequenos shows e te encorajava a chamar seus amigos Gyaru para ver sua banda tocar

Seus shows seriam marcados como um ponto de encontro de garotas

Os conservadores de Hawking ficariam longe de lá

Agora algumas das lutas de uma garota gyaru

Sair sozinho à noite é perigoso para qualquer pessoa na cidade por causa dos monstros do mundo invertido, mas para você os piores monstros são os humanos.

Vários motoristas de caminhão parariam ao seu lado e perguntariam quanto custaria seu serviço

Explicar a eles que você não é uma prostituta é sempre constrangedor

Para evitar isso, Billy leva você aonde você quiser, quando quiser.

Era muito difícil encontrar uma nail designer que deixasse suas unhas cheias de decorações. E era mais difícil ainda encontrar uma loja que vendesse perucas bonitas.

Billy iria ao shopping com você e passaria horas lá comprando acessórios e roupas

Durante os eventos da primeira temporada (antes de Billy chegar à cidade), Steve intimidava você pelas costas

Ele te daria apelidos, faria piadas sobre suas roupas e cabelos, mas depois da segunda temporada ele se desculparia

Billy sempre ficava preocupado com o fato de você usar apenas um cardigã fino no tempo frio. Ele lhe oferecia o casaco, mas você o negava porque "estragaria sua roupa".

That was it, I hope you liked it, like and reblog if you like it, it encourages me to post more.

The Goatee Problem

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 0,600k

Warnings: None, just fluff.

A/N: This is just a small blurb I came up with instead of finishing my Defender smut. Didn't want to end the month with nothing so I am posting this. Hope you guys like it and have a short but very nice reading.

"Believe me, you don't want to see this"

Stephen's voice sounded a bit shaky and nervous and his insistence that you do not go into the bathroom had you worried.

"Stephen, just tell me what happened. Are you hurt?"

You tried again to open the door and this time he didn't try to stop you from entering.

He was standing by the sink, but he turned his face so you couldn't see him in the mirror's reflection. You walked over hugging him from behind and he sighed "My hands... are shaking more than usual today... I shouldn't have tried..."

He turned to you, his face still smeared with shaving foam, but the goatee you were so used to was gone. "I had no alternative but..."

"Oh..." Was all you managed to say before bursting out laughing. Stephen frowned slightly offended.

"That's why I didn't want you to see me like this" He said pulling the towel from his shoulder and wiping his face.

He was gorgeous. Of course it was weird to see him without the goatee, but he was still handsome without it.

"I am not laughing at how you look, but at all the drama you are making."

You caressed his strangely smooth face, your index finger tracing around his lips and down to his chin. Stephen's skin was extremely soft.

"I've had my goatee for years, I don't even recognize myself without it."

You nodded, still distracted by how much the sight of Stephen in that different way was messing with you. "Well, I can't complain, you're still as hot as ever"

His face flushed with your compliment which made the whole situation even cuter. You pulled him to your lips and the feel of his smooth skin was different and interesting at the same time. He seemed taken aback by the intensity of your kiss and he was the one who broke the kiss to breathe.

"Don't get me wrong, Steph. I want the goatee back and you're going to have to put up with Wong and America's jokes for a month, but it's not all bad"

He didn't seem to understand where there could be a bright side to that tragedy and you made sure to make that clear when you kissed him again and continued to kiss the corner of his lips, running your lips up his cheeks  until you reached his ear and licked his earlobe with the tip of your tongue before whispering "I'm sure it will feel very interesting between my legs"

He glanced at you completely intrigued as you pulled away and walked towards the bedroom.

"Did you like it then?" He asked still unsure.

You chuckled "Yes I did. Besides I'm sure in another universe there must be a version of you without the goatee."

He took a good look in the mirror and shook his head as if trying to encourage himself. "You're right, it isn't so bad."

"Don't get too excited tiger, I want my goatee back as soon as possible or you'll be sleeping on the couch." You warned.

“How do I face Wong and America now?” He asked, his voice sounding completely mortified “Shit, can’t let Stark see me like this.”

“Good lucky with that.” You said laughing while leaving the room.

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Billy Hargrove x Kogal reader headcanons

parte 2

sem ser sua namorada:

No começo ele pensaria que você era estranha. Ele via suas perucas e cílios longos como uma forma de chamar atenção.

Por outro lado, com o tempo ele começará a achar você um pouco sexy.

Ele viu a saia curta dela como uma grande provocação.

Ele começava a se aproximar aos poucos, fazendo piadas sobre suas roupas com a única intenção de te levar para a cama.

Eu sinto como se ele puxasse seu cabelo para ver se sua peruca se soltaria

being his girlfriend:

He could spend hours watching you put on makeup and get ready but at the same time he would be irritated that he were always late because of you.

When he entered your room for the first time it was to do some school work.

The moment he entered and looked around he realized that he had just accessed another world, a world full of disjointed pieces of clothing, a closet full of wigs and various hair accessories.

He would ask things like: “why don't you wear pants instead of those leg warmers? it would be more useful” “how can you write with all those decorations on your nails?”

He would defend you if someone started bullying you

That was it, thanks for reading, like and reblog if you like

Hello yes me again 🫢, so how about this. Reader who has incredible sense of fashion like she dress gyaru (or smth similar). And when the 3rd division is fighting kaiju or having training she's always so serious and 'cold' (she's actually a sweetheart but she just has b12ch face). They go out cuz they celebrating something and they see reader but they are suprised that she has that kind of style? Like they thought that a person who is always neat and serious in her work would dress like 'plain' and not in bright colours and skirts? Expecially with those cute accessories hairclips, bracelets(I love them) Take your sweet time don't worry I will wait 💕💅

(I hope you understand what I just wrote cuz my mind was foggy writing this💀 Btw I love your work❤️)

a/n: if i could i would give you the biggest smooch!! your requests feel like a breath of fresh air, i had so much fun writing this! i apologize for the long wait tho ^^

pairing: Fem!Reader & Third Division

genre: fluff/comedy [wc: 2,2k ]

a/n: the third division has two vice captains in this ff ^^)

enjoy!

GAL is Mind! | Hoshina Soshiro

“Third Division!” Your voice echoed through the entire training room, ice cold and sharp. Everybody immediately halted in their movements, their bodies in perfect sync with your voice.

“Salute!” The sounds of boots clicking and body's straightening brought satisfaction to your ears. A smile, though short lived, formed on your lips as your eyes fell on the rows of cadets. One of them stepped forward, gaze lifted up high in the sky as she opened her mouth.

“Thank you for today's training, Vice Captain L/n!” She yelled out.

“Thank you for today's training!” Everybody followed her suit.

“Dismissed.” And with that said you stepped away from the front and began your journey to the dressing room.

“Vice Captain L/n really is something, huh?” Kafka sighed, hands reaching for his water bottle. Heavy puffs of air escaped his lips, the effects of the training still harsh on his body.

“Tell me about it. She's gotta be the third strongest on the base for sure.” Reno replied, copying his friend and reaching for his bottle as well. He too was trying to catch his breath. Whenever it was your turn to train the Platoon, even the strongest cadets would end up collapsing after the session. Yet you walked away unscratched, with no signs of exhaustion or weariness.

“I wonder what she is like off the field..in private, you know. Shinomiya's words caused a shift in atmosphere. Immediately all feelings of enervation were forgotten as the group tried to imagine you in a more casual setting.

“Off..the field?” Kafka's gaze fell on your disappearing form.

Most of the people at the base already had a set image of you in their mind. Your cold demeanor was engraved in their heads. The fearless Vice Captain who led every fight with precision and a cool head– that was the only version of you which they knew. But they knew better than to judge a person solely from what they decided to show to the public– and not to mention that most of the time, people were different in private than in their work life in general.

They wondered if that applied to you as well.

“Wouldn't Vice Captain Hoshina know? Or Captain Ashiro. As Captains they must spend lots of time together off field, I think.” Iharu suggested. His words made sense at first but upon consulting the other Vice Captain, it seemed that you were as isolated off field as at work.

“I never really interacted with L/n outside base grounds, besides out on the battlefield of course.” Hoshina admitted, surprising the entire group.

“No way! Ain't she your work partner? Don't tell me you never went out for a drink or two? Sir.” Iharu quickly added the sir after realizing that he was talking out of line.

He was quite shocked at the Vice Captain's words and it seemed like he wasn't the only one. The entire group stood in disbelief as Hoshina told him that you were as quiet and introverted as they came.

“No, because now I really want to know what Vice Captain L/n is like off duty!” A spark had been lit inside Shinomiya. Her determination was contagious, as the others soon started to feel the same way. Even Hoshina was starting to wonder what image laid behind your nonchalant facade.

Therefore they came up with a plan to get you to ease up around them without drawing any suspicion towards their real motives.

x

“You want to..hang out?” Your voice perfectly reflected the image on your face– you were confused.

“A little get together with the other cadets sounds nice, don't it? Allows the group to bond and stuff, get their mind off things.”

Hoshina was prepared for the rejection of his life. Despite sharing many great memories at the base together, neither he nor Ashiro knew you on a very personal level. You were a strong and dedicated fighter, that was a fact. Your skills were flawless and your performances during battles praiseworthy. Yet all they got to see so far was your work behavior. You were like a ghost, hovering around the base and gaining everyone's curiosity.

“Sure, why not.”

“But it would be– whaddya say?”

“I mean why not? Sounds nice, I'm down.” A cold gaze sat on your face as you arranged the files on your desk and even your voice sounded uninterested. It gave Hoshina the impression that you were forcing yourself to agree to this meeting. Five whole minutes were needed to convince him that you really stood by your words.

At the end he walked out of your office, carefully pulling the door shut behind himself. Only after you were sure that he had left the area surrounding your office did you manage to produce a small smile.

“Yay!”

x

“She said yes just like that?!” The squad could barely believe their ears. Hoshina simply shrugged his shoulders, unsure of what to say. He himself still had to process the fact that you willingly agreed to this, without arguing or rejecting him. But then again, you never made a ruckus when having to pick up an extra shift or taking care about some more paperwork, therefore who knew what truly went through your mind.

“Am I the only one who is getting nervous?” Kafka asked into the round.

It was such a silly discussion, the mystery behind your personality, yet everyone involved found themselves curious to seek the answer.

“Vice Captain probably dresses really well! Like elegant and modest.” Shinomiya chimed in, clapping her hands together.

“I can definitely see that too.” Aoi agreed. The group began to chat and talk about the event of the night and how you were going to appear in front of them. They talked and talked, just for a little bit longer, before they returned to work.

x

A couple hours later and the time for the rendezvous came closer and closer. Throughout the day, Hoshina managed to ask Captain Ashiro if she too wanted to join the festivities and to everyone's surprise she agreed as well.

“I too want to see the Vice Captain in her casual glory.” Ashiro said with a straight face and sparkles in her eyes.

Everyone arrived around the agreed on time, some earlier and some later, but at the end they all gathered in front of the fine establishment.

“Oh, L/n just texted me that she is already inside!” Ashiro had a soft smile sitting on her lips, happy about the fact that you had texted her.

“Am I the only one who feels excessively excited??” Iharu looked around the group for validation.

“Nah, I'm just as excited” Izumo placed a reassuring hand on the other one's shoulders. “But I do feel like we are totally doing too much. I mean, it's just the Vice Captain.” The group was unsure if Izumo's words were directed towards everyone else or just himself, as he had quite the distressed look on his face. Shinomiya, Hoshina and Reno on the other hand carried a blank look on their faces. Their excitement manifested itself in the form of silence.

“Does anybody see her?” Kafka asked.

The bar was of decent size. It was most likely on the more fancier side. Not too many guests sat seated at the tables and from their point of view they should have had a clear vision of the whole place. Yet you remained to be discovered.

All they saw was another group of businessmen, a handful of couples, a person who seemed to be having a stroke in the corner and some young college students who were being a little too noisy..

Ashiro was about to ask a staff member for help, when all of a sudden a stranger approached them.

“Guys? I have been waving at you for the past two minutes, didn't you see me?”

Silence

In front of the group stood a woman, who's stroke turned out to be her attempt of getting their attention. She was dressed in attire that did not fit the establishment's vibe.

l

Her long eyelashes were a perfect match for the dramatic makeup she had put on. Half of her hair was put into a high ponytail, with the ends strongly curled. Although her head lacked charms and accessories, many of those were found on her long, white nails. The clothes she wore perfectly reflected everything that was going on in her face.

A skirt so short sat around her hips that the group feared that it would only take her one bad step to reveal herself. They just hoped that the golden star belt she wore was good enough to hold everything in place. What truly topped everything off weren't the dark fur leg warmers or the thick golden chains hanging from both her belt and neck, but rather the bold, off shoulder cheetah print shirt.

To put everything in simpler words– she was a looker for sure.

“...L/n?” Shinomiya was the first one to open her mouth.

“Yes?”

“WHAT?!” Kafka could barely contain himself. Shock wasn't even expressive enough to describe the sheer disbelief he was currently feeling. His eyes were stuck on the countless bracelets you were wearing, trying to count them all. Meanwhile Izumo and Aoi still had to pick their jaws off the floor.

“Ya gotta be kiddin me..” Hoshina cursed under his breath, his eyes still drinking in the image of you.

From all he had expected, this would have been the last thing. Seeing you in such revealing and bold attire, it was out of character for you. Even Ashiro found herself speechless as she slowly started to recognize your face behind all the accessories and makeup.

And let's not get started on Shinomiya who almost fainted.

“Do..I have something on my face?” Your voice was genuine and filled with confusion.

“Everything!” Iharu blurted out, earning a slap from Reno.

“This..is just very unexpected.” The white haired man tried to explain in the best words available.

“Unexpected is puttin it lightly! Shit, you sure this is our Vice Captain??” Iharu barely finished his sentence before the second slap from Reno came flying towards the back of his head.

“Oh. Yeah, I figured you guys would be surprised. I tried to tone it down a little and left some accessories at home but once I get dressed I can barely hold myself back.” You smiled softly.

For some it was the first time seeing you present such a sweet smile. It melted their hearts in an instant and forced them to question everything about you that they knew.

As you showed the way to the table, the group of people behind you silently fought about who got to sit next to you. Both power and authority were abused, as Hoshina and Ashiro ended up by your side with Shinomiya getting the seat right in front of you.

There it was, the moment they all have been waiting for. The silence was so strong that it became one of the loudest things in the entire place.

Their gazes poked holes through your outfit but you simply sat there, enjoying their attention. Such close interactions did not exist at work, as all were too afraid of you. They did not go unnoticed by you, the comments and whispers about your unapproachable behavior. There were obviously no ill intentions in their words but it still hurt you a little that nobody tried to get to know you on a personal level.

Your shyness and professionalism were labeled off as coldness on your very first day and ever since you had found it quite difficult to build more skin deep relationships. That is why you were beyond happy when Hoshina asked you to join them today.

“Have you always been dressing like this?” Shinomiya asked the question that has been on everybody's mind. The sparkle in her gaze returned, her eyes shining with nothing but admiration for you.

“Yes, pretty much. My mother was a Rokku Gyaru and taught me everything I needed to know. Started off as a Kogal and slowly found my way into the world of Tsuyome.”

Everybody listened with great attention as you explained your sense of fashion. It was the most talkative they have ever experienced you in, it was a memory to cherish. It made you feel awfully happy, their kindness and acceptance, that you temporarily lost yourself.

“Sorry Vice Captain, but I really didn't take you for the kind who would dress like that. So bold and carefree..but now that I think about it it suits you quite well!”

“Thank you a lot, Kafka.” You both exchanged mutual smiles.

“Same here. I first thought that you were gonna come in all formal and shit but this really hits the spot.”

“Your head will swell if I hit you one more time, moron.” Reno shot the red head a deadly glare.

“I know that I come off as cold sometimes, but I can't help it. I like to express myself with my appearance and actions rather than words and not to mention– in this field of work I just cannot afford to be as silly and expressive as my clothes.’

“It is very impressive that you are able to have these different sides to you.” The woman next to you spoke.

Much more time was spent talking about certain fashion styles, life and work at the defense force. The night was long and who knew when the next time would come where you got to talk the way you did now? Therefore you talked and talked, until all troubles and thoughts were taken off your minds.

a/n: i literally threw up couple hours ago and i got so mad bc i really wanted to upload this fic today so i swallowed a pain killer, took a nap and got right to the editing after waking up 😭 don't play with me stupid migraine (ง'-̀̀'́)ง

btw, if you want to get a better image of tsuyome (the gyaru subculture) make sure to google it! It is sooo pretty!!

Write about Snape masturbating and what goes through his mind while doing it :D

NSFW below the cut!, 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI!

Snape furrowed his brow and groaned, his hand wrapped hesitantly around his cock. He absolutely hated giving in to his carnal desires, but when he had just spent the day in your presence, he couldn’t help himself. 

Thoughts of you raced through his mind: how you glanced at him from across the corridors, how your scent lingered in his nostrils, how he stared and watched your cloak swish behind you as you turned the corner, the smile that spread from cheek to cheek at the sight of him. He was an utter mess, whimpering as his hand sped up and his movements became jerky. 

Giving into his fantasies his mind wandered further. Glimpses of you on top of him, squirming under him, your mouth hovering over every inch of his body, his own on yours as well. His swollen cock was leaking a steady stream of precum and his moans grew louder as he conjured up marvelous images of you.

By now he was gripping his length and moving at an excruciating pace, beads of sweat ran down his face from his efforts and still, he did not falter. Lost in his journey to sweet bliss his hips bucked into his hand. It wasn’t long before he came, biting his own hand to muffle his cries. 

In the aftermath, tears streamed down his face. Feeling absolutely disgusted with himself, he rushed to wash off before he collapsed into bed. He promised himself he wouldn’t indulge himself ever again. 

He knew it was a lie. You had him absolutely ensnared.

Ex-husband Simon never truly goes away. 

Simon’s stomach twisted into a knot as he heard your muffled sobs, your warm tears seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt, holding onto him for dear life even if he’s the one responsible for your pain. 

“I hate you, Simon.” Empty words that still send an unfamiliar ache to his chest, his soul hurting for you. 

“I know, baby, I know.” He managed to croak out, his voice hoarse. The sight of the gold wedding band on his finger stabbed at something deep within him, reigniting the flicker of emotions he always tried to push aside for an amicable divorce. 

Ten years down the drain, your whole life reduced to nothing but ink and paper. Simon’s duty to the SAS and the 141 took up so much of his time, often only managing to be home for a few months out of the year. Missed holidays and celebrations, broken promises of trying to be more present. As understanding as you tried to be, everyone reaches their breaking point. 

“Give me some time, love. I’ll retire. Y’can get anythin’.” Perhaps it is selfish to ask you to wait, yet how is a broken man expected to give up on the only beacon of light he has amidst all the darkness and shadows? His highschool sweetheart, his beloved wife. 

“How long?” Your whispered question hit Simon like a blow to the gut, so much trust and fear held in only two simple words. He closed his eyes for a moment, his hands tightening around your waist as you still straddle him, nearly cuddling him up even if all you could do was cry. 

“After we scatter Johnny’s ashes. S’ gonna be a quick trip to Scotland, and then I’m all yours.” He paused for a moment, his rough fingers tracing over the band on his ring finger, his touch always gentle in your presence. Despite the ring being a constant reminder of your love and broken promises, it was always safely tucked under the thick material of his gloves. Simon’s way of keeping you with him, of having something that made him cling to his sanity no matter how much bloodshed those same hands spill. 

“Half a month.” He’s more explicit this time, his warm hand running up and down the length of your back, not daring to go lower despite how much his entire soul craves you. It’s a tender moment that gives him an inner sanctity, and he’s not looking into ruining it. 

His eyes flutter shut as your delicate arms encircle his shoulders, hugging his body closer to yours, the smell of tobacco invading your nose. Despite it all, you’re placing all your trust in Simon one last time.

Consequence.

Adoptive Dad! Enji Todoroki X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: nobody asked for this but idc :3 i wrote this as a b-day present for myself!! i luv this old abusive man so bad oh my god!!! nasty old man who tries to be good but fails so miserably :3 old man who is just MEANT to be awful and abusive and gross!! luv it!!! i wanted to do a full on incest fic w him but idk if anybody would be interested >_< just let me know!!

Tags: adoptive-incest (daddy-daughter), age gap (18-50s), p in v, purity, sexual abuse mentions, loss of virginity, allusions to physical abuse, size difference, creampie, gross nasty stuff in general

Wordcount: 1.6k

Once all of his kids had given him a final 'fuck you' and left him on his own, Enji felt the pressure of loneliness crash down on him. Being on top in the hero rankings was worthless to him when he came home to an empty house. Every second he sat alone in his house, he realized that it was simply too big for just one man. It had never been a home, only a house where a fragmented family resided. Only once his kids fled did that realization hit him. 

He needed to fill the space and quick, and more than that, he needed to start over. He wanted to redeem himself somehow. Whole new family for a whole new man. 

But dating was hard at his age, and all the decent women were taken. Only fame-chasing whores were interested in him at this point, and he couldn't blame them. What the hell else did he have to offer? No woman would want to be with a tired, emotionally constipated, divorced, middle-aged man. Nor would any want to have kids with one, especially not at his age. 

Adoption it was. Simple enough. Plenty of kids in the system. Plenty of needy little brats that could benefit from his new-found, new-wave parenting tactics that he read up on in his abundant spare time. 'Don't abuse your kids.' Who would've thought it? Crazy. 'Top ten reasons why your kids won't visit you when you're in the nursing home.' Well, shit. 

He knew he had to go older. He would be absolutely damned if he would take in a toddler, or worse, a tween. He wasn't ready to raise anyone— he needed something already broken in for the most part. 

17? Yeah, that should be fine. He could do that. Old enough to take care of itself for the most part. Another body in the house was what he needed, not another responsibility. A girl? Yeah. Girls were supposed to be easier, right? Girls are sweet and grateful, always considerate and willing to help out. Girls are gentle and tender. 

Just his luck. He got the most clingy girl the foster care system had to offer. It was, at most, a bit irritating for the first few days when you were skittish and nervous around him all the time, but he understood. The problems occurred when you started to get comfortable.

He thought he wanted an affectionate little thing, especially considering the radio silence he received from his biological children, but this was just too much. Wherever he was, you needed to be. All day, all night. Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, excluding when he was on patrol. 

Enji knew that adopted kids tended to have abandonment issues, or whatever, but did you have to be such a damn velco child? It was cute, in a way, the first year or so of your stay with him. He kinda liked it, having some positive attention finally turned his way, but at a certain point it was just too much. 

Like when you turned 18 and decided that sleeping alone was no longer an option. Of course, he gave in. He tried to argue back, but the threat of tears from you was too much for his now mended heart. He was trying to change, damn it. He couldn't possibly not give you everything you ever asked for. 

'Oh, what's that? Sleeping in daddy's bed isn't enough? He has to spoon with you until you fall asleep? Honey, do you really think—? No, no, don't cry. Okay, okay, I'll do it.'

Or when spooning wasn't enough, and you needed to be massaged before falling asleep in Enji's arms, taking up his bed like nobody's business. 

'What's wrong, baby? Daddy's already rubbing your back, what else do you want? Touch you where? Baby— okay, since you said please.'

Every night, his thick fingers ran tight circles over your clit, strong arms holding you tight while you flailed and wriggled against him. You never seemed to get used to his touch. It was just too good. He split you open with his index and middle, curling into the spot you couldn't quite reach on your own. Every night, like clockwork. 

But, of course, you, the mouse who was given a cookie, asked for more. Fingers weren't enough. You needed more from daddy. Sleep didn't come easily enough for you after his skilled touches. You whined for him after every exchange, but he just couldn't give you what you wanted.

Daddy would do almost anything for his baby, anything you asked! Hell, if it made you happy, if it helped to ease the guilt he carried from his older four screw ups, why not? If it helped to mend the hole he created in his own heart, he'd pepper you in every kiss and suck and touch you as much as you wanted him to, but—

he really didn't think he could deflower you. 

The idea was too much, way too much. Kind of hypocritical of him. Finger banging and slurping on his adoptive daughter was well and good enough, but playing a little game of 'just the tip' was a line he didn't know if he could cross. 

It was tempting, and every time he turned you down he felt like a real douchebag, but he didn't trust himself with you. You were so small. He was anything but gentle. He had broken enough of his kids in other ways, he didn't exactly want to add to the score. 

Your cunt was swollen and drooling after your near nightly ritual with Enji. Crawl up into his bed, whine, scratch at him and beg for his sweet touch. You always got what you wanted, except for one thing.

"Why not?" you whined, gripping onto his forearm as he curled his fingers into you from his spot behind you, lazily acting as your big spoon. 

"This is enough." His teeth were gritted softly, trying to hold himself back. "You cum like this just fine."

You let your mouth hang open, shuddering silently at how he seemed to speed up and abuse your g-spot. "Not enough," you were finally able to make out, legs clenching in an attempt to force him to stop. 

Enji huffed, ignoring your whiny excuse. He hated when you locked him out like this, trying to keep your cunt from him like some type of half-assed punishment. Moving your legs back open, spread even further now, he continued fingering you with the same brutal, forceful pace. 

"You're being bratty, baby. I don't appreciate that when you act like that," he said simply, looking down at your convulsing body. 

"You always say that," you said, pushing his arm as you tried to squirm away from him to pout. "You don't wanna 'cause you don't love me. Don't wanna get close t'me." 

That was his final straw. He had been holding himself back for your sake, but he could not handle the hurt tone in your voice, even if he knew you were faking just to get him to bite. 

He pulled his fingers out of your hole and pushed them into your mouth, stuffing the digits down your throat. He slipped his girth cock out of his boxers, jamming the wide tip into your needy warmth. 

"You know that is not true," Enji said, already fucking into you without regard to how you were almost too tight. He'd fix that. Make you fit like a glove soon enough. "I spoil you enough, and you still want more?"

You moaned, sound coming out muffled from his fingers blocking your words. He pulled them out, strings of saliva coating your cheek as he brought his hand back to your clit. 

"Jus' wanna be closer to you 'nd feel you."

He scoffed, pushing down on your clit with too much force, bringing you to the edge of climax already. 

"No, you're a spoiled brat. I give you too much," he said, not meaning a damn word that came from his mouth. "Got used to getting whatever you want, huh? Selfish little pussy taking everything it can get." 

The pure euphoria you get from him being rough with you for once is unmatched. Daddy gave you what you wanted all the time, and you liked it, but he was too gentle with it. Like he was scared to mess up or make a mistake (again). You needed him to correct you, you'd wanted him to fuck some sense into you for so long.

You clenched the silky sheets on the bed, hands trembling while he pounding into you, hips cramming against yours spastically. 

God, he was ashamed. 

Not because he was fucking his daughter, hell, he came this far without problem. He just usually was much better in bed. Your gasps and shaky moans did little to appease him. Any other time, he'd be composed and sophisticated with his strokes, but he was sloppy and needy now. 

His cock kicked inside of you, twitching when he spilled his seed. He was so caught up in his own embarrassment that he hadn't realized how dangerously close he had gotten. 

"Daddy, did you—?"

Your question was interrupted by his hand covering your mouth, unstable thrusts continuing to fill your senses. You couldn't care that he came in you when he made you feel this good.

While your legs shook and your pussy gushed, one thing was made very apparent to both you and Enji:

This was the first time he let himself go and fucked you, but it would definitely not be the last.

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐲 > Nanami Kento

A/n: Nanami got his day at the beach

Prompts Used:

beach dates!!

tackling and splashing water at one another at the beach

"Come on! Hurry up!" You whined clutching the man's hand as you pulled him towards the water.

A small snort left Nanami's lips as he let you pull him towards the water. It was a rather comically sight, with you being so small pulling him along as he practically dwarfed you. "I thought you wanted to relax?"

Puffing out your cheeks, you stopped by the waters edge watching the waves. "We have time to relax later! I want to go swimming!"

"Whatever you say dear."

His arm winding around your waist, his eyes closing for a moment enjoying you just being in his arms.

Peering up at Nanami you gave him a smile then stepped away as you walked a few more feet diving into the water. Dropping his shoulders, Nanami let out a sigh then dove in after you.

That was how you two spent most of the day, swimming in the waters. You tackling Nanami into the water, him retaliating by sending waves of water after you.

After spending hours in the water, you two were finally resting on the beach. You head in his chest as your eyes slowly slipped closed.

"Did you have fun?" Nanami let his fingers run down your back keeping you close to his side.

Nodding your head you held back a yawn as you gave him a tired smile. "I did...but I think I wanna do the Zoo or a park tomorrow."

"Zoo sounds nice..." Your name spilled from his lips as he then waited for your response, not getting an answer he then glanced down seeing that you had fallen asleep. Gaze softening, he then placed a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Sleep, you deserve it."

You looked so cute, so peaceful. After all the work you do to keep people safe you deserved this. You both deserved this. Still holding you, a sigh escaped his lips as he closed his own eyes.

A rest, just a small rest for now and when you both woke up he would spoil you rotten. In more ways than one.

A brother’s love

cw || incest, physical abuse, noncon

“The fuck did I tell you?”

You kept your eyes on the floor, avoiding the burning hot gaze you could feel on you. You pressed your shaking hands together and let out a shaky breath.

“We…we were just s-studying, Tai. I prom—” Your head whipped to the side as his hand made contact with your cheek. You swallowed down a cry and raised your hand to your heated cheek, already feeling it swelling under your fingertips. “Tai, we didn’t do anything.” You finally found the courage—or was it stupidity?—to raise your head and meet your brother’s gaze. His pupils were blown wide, nostrils flaring and teeth bared, and you flinched back at the look of pure rage on his face.

“I told your stupid ass not to bring any punk-ass boys into my house, didn’t I!?” He closed the distance with one long stride, his body towering over you. You shrunk in on yourself and frantically nodded, tears spilling down your cheeks as you fought the urge to curl into a ball and sob. The only thing Taiju hated more than disobedience was weakness, and you’d rather not rule him up any further.

“Y-Yes! I’m sorry, Taiju, but–” He ducked his head down and pushed his face into yours.

“But fuckin’ what?” The words died on your tongue as your heart leaped into your throat. You wanted to tell him that you hadn’t even wanted the boy here in the first place, but you both had been put together for a project. He insisted on coming over to work on it despite your insistence to go somewhere else, and you’d knew it’d all backfire in your face, but you couldn’t say no–you never could. Your brother had effectively made you terrified of anyone who happened to be male, and more often than not you went along with whatever they demanded to keep the peace.

“…I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“Did you fuck him in my house?”

You blinked.

“No.”

His hand shot to your jaw and tightly gripped it, his nose brushing against yours as he leaned in closer, eyes narrowed into slits.

“Lie again and I’ll beat you bloody.” You debated on what to say. No matter what answer you gave him he was still going to ‘discipline’ you, but would he even believe what you said? He was so angry you were sure he had already twisted and warped the situation in his head to fit his wants. He had already found his answer, so you stayed silent.

“Ohh?” His lips lifted into a cruel grin before he straightened to his full height. “Aha…you’re testing me.” He began to mutter to himself, hold on your face becoming so tight you could feel his nails splitting the skin there. “…whore..bitch…fuckin’ cunt..”

“T-Tai.” You winced and shuffled on your feet, your growing more and more the longer he kept speaking to himself, his eyes locked onto something over your head. “Taiju…Taiju, it hurts! Tai—”

“You know you’re gonna get it, right?”

“But we didn’t do anything! Taiju, I promise!” He paid your words no attention as he let go of your jaw only to grab your wrist. You desperately wished for one of your siblings to walk through the door, but you knew they wouldn’t. They had immediately left when they saw you enter the house with that boy, all three of you knowing the inevitable outcome of the situation. They wouldn’t be back until nightfall, if they even came back today.

You cried and choked on your tears as you fought to get out of his grip m, but he only held you tighter and drug you down the hall. “You’re making this worse on yourself, you really fuckin’ are.” He kicked your bedroom open and shoved you inside. You were barely able to take a breath before you were shoved again, your face mashing into your pillows as you landed on your bed. Big hands closed around your ankles and yanked you to the edge of your bed, the skirt you were wearing bunching up around your hips, your white panties on display.

You squealed as his fingers pressed against your clothed slit. “If you didn’t do anything, then I can check, right?” He pressed against you harder, his other hand coming down to lay a harsh slap against your ass.

“R-Right.” Wrong. You sobbed, skin on fire as his fingers rubbed you up and down. A brother shouldn’t do these things to their sister. It was all wrong and sick—but that was Taiju. His head was all twisted inside and whatever he said went. How were you supposed to say no? How? He was bigger, stronger, smarter, he could do whatever he wanted.

Your panties were yanked off in record time and you buried your face in the blankets as he spread your thighs, his warm breath fanning over your pussy. You jumped as his thumbs spread your lips, quivering hole bared for him to see. Your body tensed as he pressed a finger against your entrance, the digit surging forward to only stop at the first knuckle, halted by your lack of arousal and lack of prep.

“I guess you didn’t lie.” He spoke, finger pulling out only to trail to the front of your mound to begin rubbing circles onto your clit. “Still fuckin’ told you don’t bring anyone here..” You tightly pressed your lips together as you pushed your face into the blankets harder. “Stay still.”

You were flipped onto your back, tears blurring the sight of Taiju kneeling between your gapped thighs. You sucked in a breath when his tongue licked a stripe up your cunt, his cheeks wet with what you assumed were tears. He always cried when he did that—as if he didn’t want to, but of course he wanted to do this. He thought he owned you–maybe he did–and therefore you were his to use in whatever way he wanted to.

You felt yourself moisten from the stimulation, a lump forming in your throat as he lapped at you like a dog, his hands spreading your legs as far as they’d go as he groaned out your name. You gasped and fisted the blankets in your fists as his lips wrapped around your clit, two thick fingers abruptly sinking into your hole.

“T-Tai!” Your toes curled as his fingers fucked into you at a swift pace, tongue quickly flicking back and forth over your clit. Your body worked against you as you rocked against him, stomach tightening as a familiar sensation built, a sensation that you found yourself craving when you knew you shouldn’t. “Taiju!”

Your hips raised off the bed as your orgasm tore through you, heart stuttering in your chest. He snatched himself away from you, but not even a second later he was hunched over you, hard cock now out of his pants and pushing into you. Your high hadn’t even passed before he was rocking his hips into you, girthy cock stretching you so wide and so sudden that it left a burning sting.

He repeatedly slammed into you with no regard of your comfort, his hands gripping the top of your camisole and yanking it down and under your breasts, along with your bra. His head lowered as he took a pebbled nipple into his mouth, a pleasure cry leaving yours as a fog clouded over your mind.

All feelings of shame, pain, and anger were replaced with the feeling of his cock rubbing against your walls, hitting places that had your back arching and eyes crossing. You knew this was wrong, you both did, but it felt so right in this moment.

Taiju released your breast with a ‘pop’, his face flushed as he looked down at you, hips steadily rolling into yours. You blinked up at him, eyes taking in his features. Moments like these were the only times his maniacal grin, or threatening scowl wasn’t on his face, instead replaced with the ‘loving’ gaze of a brother—or whatever you thought love was supposed to look like. It reminded you of when you both were younger, before your mother died, before he changed.

You shakily raised a hand and placed it against his cheek, fingers wiping away the steady stream of tears. “Tai.” You whispered and he tipped his head back, veins in his neck bulging as he rammed his hips into you once, twice, three times and then he was coming, his seed filling you to the point it was seeping past his twitching cock and out of your abused hole.

The lusty haze gradually subsides and is quickly replaced with the realization of what he did—again. You grit your teeth and unhook your ankles from the small of his back, your hands pushing at his chest.

“Tch. Fuck off.” His relaxed expression turns into one of annoyance. “Always act like you hate it after, yet you keep doing shit that gets you these results.” His hand slapped yours away from him. He raised his wrist to his face and checked the time on his watch. “I’m late. Don’t leave this fuckin’ house.” He leaned down, nose bumping yours, and grinned, sharp canines glinting in the light. “Unless you want a second round.”

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Kicking off the dark content w/the sexy Taiju <33

SHADOWS OF A MARRIAGE.

𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇! 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08

❝In our gazes lie the secrets of a love that never had its chance, trapped in a silence that screams the tragedy of what could have been and never was.❞

The radio played softly in the background, Alastor's voice resonating through the house like a distant echo. You were his wife, a title you bore with a mix of resignation and sadness. The marriage had been arranged, a union meant to satisfy the expectations of both families, especially his mother's, a devoted and kind woman who always dreamed of seeing her son happily married.

At first, Alastor played his part. He smiled, took you by the arm in public, and sometimes even gave you a look that could have been interpreted as affection. But you knew the truth. You knew that behind that facade, there was a darkness you could never penetrate.

After his mother’s death, Alastor changed. He became more distant, almost cold. The nights were lonely, and the days passed in unbearable monotony. You found yourself staring at his empty chair at dinner, wondering if he would ever fill that void with anything more than his physical presence.

One night, as you sat by the window, watching the rain gently hit the glass, your thoughts grew darker and more melancholic.

"I knew that even if I were to die tomorrow, Alastor wouldn't die with me. But… I didn't care. After all, it was the most normal thing. However, realizing it broke me in a way I couldn't understand."

It was a painful truth you had avoided facing. Alastor had never really been yours. He was a distant, unattainable figure whose heart and soul were locked behind an impenetrable wall. And although you tried to convince yourself that you didn't care, each passing day you felt that realization tear you apart a little more.

Alastor didn't seem to notice your pain. He was immersed in his own world, his own reality where you had no place. His laughter echoed through the house but never reached your ears. And so, each day became a silent struggle to maintain an appearance of normalcy while anguish and sadness consumed you inside.

You rose slowly, feeling the weight of melancholy crush you. You walked to the door of his study, your hand trembling slightly as you opened it. Alastor looked up, his brown eyes shining with an intensity that had always both scared and fascinated you.

"Do you need something?" he asked, his voice as soft and melodic as ever but without any trace of genuine interest.

You looked at him, trying to find the words that could break the barrier between you, but you only felt a lump in your throat. You shook your head and closed the door, letting the darkness of the house envelop you once more.

You knew you couldn't go on like this forever, but you also knew you didn't have the strength to change it. You were trapped in a loveless marriage, with a man who would never truly be yours. And in that tragic realization, you found a kind of twisted peace, accepting that some stories simply don't have a happy ending.

Intellectual property of @doliacuddles.

I found this story by chance and rebloged it so I wouldn't lose it and read the other parts later, hope that's okay

No Harm List | Pt. 12

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: mafia au, fluff, violence

Summary: You live in a city where crime runs rampant. One day, you save a young boy’s life, not knowing that he is one of the most powerful crime lord’s heir. And you have just been put on the no harm list.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: violence, alcohol, mention of drugs, borderline smut

Wordcount: 10.3k+

Beta reader: @punkisnotdead2318

A/N: So I thought I posted this last week but it didnt work! so lets try this again! Please like, comment, and reblog!

Masterlist

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J-Hope was on the seventh floor of the Lumi hotel along the main street of Alcor’s garden district. He watched through the sight on his gun as bright-colored convertibles inched by for the parade. The streets were packed, lined with masses of people cheering and begging for shiny, free plastic to be tossed their way. 

“Three minutes until showtime.” Suga’s voice buzzed in the earpiece.

“Got it,” J-Hope said as he adjusted the long-range gun on his shoulder, waiting for the red convertible, containing his target, to inch a little closer. He was a large pot-bellied man with a winning smile and immaculately styled hair. Yet, despite his handsome, aging face, even from a distance, J-Hope could see how his blue eyes gleamed with greed.  

J-Hope had thoroughly built his notorious reputation as one of the best sharpshooters in Alcor, possibly the entire nation of Kros, over the years and was often hired out to do work outside of BTS for other organizations and politicians. 

He’s selective about what missions he accepts. He learned his lesson after he lost his sister, and since then, he built his trade with care. Taking the time to understand his clients and their motives. J-Hope learned the hard way what it cost to be a mindless soldier behind a gun and what happens when the family members of his more dangerous victims seek revenge. He has sworn never again to make the mistake of pulling the trigger under unquestioned orders. He would not let one of his loved ones face the consequences of his actions. Even the transactions of his payments are more secure than they were before to ensure theirs no trail for anyone to follow back to his trigger. He requires the payment to be made in advance through the Bulletproof casino. The hefty sum is loitered through the business to prevent any evidence from being traced back to him or his family. 

After some intensive research, J-Hope couldn’t deny that he was excited about the mission RM gave him. It was ideal. He was making a scene but causing no loss of life. 

Tate Hyde was a local asshole politician, worried about his re-election since an opposing smear campaign against him had gained traction in Alcor. After dubbing him “tater tot,” his approval rates and ego have both deflated, so he hired out J-Hope to make a ‘public attempt on his life’ during a parade celebrating the opening of the new school.

‘Tater tot’ thinks being attacked during one of his few selfless acts will stir up some good press. 

Luckily, J-Hope’s pay wasn’t dependent upon the outcome of the public’s reaction or re-election. 

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I have nothing to lose anyway

this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

Maturing is realizing that None of the characters in borderland are meant to be hated, everyone has an ugly personality or did something bad. If your hating on some characters, then you probably didn't understood the point of the whole Show.

Everyone is going to die someday, nobody will remember you, technology will grow and everyone will turn bored from the constant perfection. Everyone in Borderland are equals, your "sweet" and "caring" favorite character killed people. Maturing is realizing that slandering one of the characters or their stans will not give you an opening to Havard, you just need the validation of the people who share this opinion with you, and they prolly also needs validation.

All characters are lovable, all characters are hate-able. Depends from your position, your personal life and your taste. It's not that difficult to just not just insult someone who's a complete stranger because they love a character that you don't, because if everyone did that : god help.

This is for every show basically, hating on someone multiple times with usually a lot of people has a name. Cyberbullying. And that just makes you garbage.

Please spread around.