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scarlethexelove · 2 months

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You're All I Ever Need

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Plus Size!Reader

Word Count: 3505

Warnings: Bitch ass people being mean, hurtful comments from other people, Smut, Fingering, Cunnalingus, Kate still has clothes on, SoftDom!Kate, Sub!Reader, Insecurities about weight and body, I feel like there is more but I can't think.

A/n: I love Kate so much and she would just be the sweetest. I normally don't write specific body types but had this idea when I was feeling down about myself so I had to write it.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

“Hey Wands!” You say happily as you walk into the kitchen of the compound. The redhead quickly makes her way over to you and hugs you. Lifting you slightly off the ground. She doesn’t look like it but she is a lot stronger than she looks. “Hi Y/n/n.” She gives you a bear hug. “Wanda put me down.” You say. She sets you back down with a wide grin on her face. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself picking me up.” You tell her, feeling insecure about yourself. “Y/n/n stop that. I’m not going to hurt myself.” She gives you a genuine look. “Wands I’m not small and I’m pretty sure Vision weighs less than I do.”

Today is one of those days that you aren’t feeling great about yourself. Your weight has always been an issue for you. So today you wear sweatpants and a hoodie. Doing your best to hide your form from those around you, even your girlfriend.

“Y/n/n.” Wanda sighs, her heart hurts for you. As your best friend she knows your struggles and all she wants to do is help. “Where’s Kate? We are supposed to be watching movies later.” You change the subject hoping that Wanda will just go with it. “She is training. They have a ton of Shield agents training and have Avengers helping out.” She lets it slide knowing that you don’t want to talk about it and if you did you would tell her. “I was just heading back there. Care to join?” She holds out her hand for you while you gladly take a small giggle falling from your lips as you take her hand. She pulls you closer, hooking her arm in yours leading you down to the train room.

With your arm looped with Wanda’s you both enter the training room. Wanda was right, there are a lot of Shield agents in the room, and also all the avengers. The men are all conversing with different groups. Natasha looks to be taking a break watching her girlfriend Maria interact with the agents. Kate and Yelena are together. Yelena is holding the punching bag as Kate punches and kicks it. You can see the sheen of sweat on her. Her abs flexed as she kicked the bag.

Wanda nudges you which causes you to turn and look at her. “Like something you see?” She smirks. She knows that you enjoy watching your girlfriend train and how it turns you on so much. You look from Wanda back to Kate and then back to Wanda. “Mhmm.” Your cheeks redden as you look at the red head, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I’m pretty sure there will be more than watching movies tonight.” She kisses your cheek letting your arm go as she walks backwards waving goodbye to you. Leaving you with your mouth a gape as you watch the cocky woman walk away from you. She turns around swiftly and makes her way over to Vision giving him a kiss on the cheek. After making her way to Nat to get to training.

You sit down on one of the benches that lets you look out into the training room. The area is large. Almost as big as a football field. Kate sees you and waves at you which you reciprocate before she gets back to her training. It’s amazing to see the Avengers train so you do it often. All of them accept you as one of them even though you're a civilian. Within the year that you and Kate have been dating Wanda has become your best friend and you have grown to love all the Avengers and their quirks. You even helped Wanda out with her relationship with Vision when they had a rough patch. You strive to be a couple like Natasha and Maria. It’s a world you never expected to be a part of but love so much now that you are a part of it.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when a hand is placed on your shoulder. You look up and see Maria staring down at you with a smile. She pulls you into her side and gives you a hug. You wrap your arm around her waist reciprocating the hug. “Miss. Hill how are you on this fine day? Whipping all these young recruits into shape?” You chuckle and wink at the older woman. She lets out a groan at your antics. “Y/n you know that I hate you when you call me that. You know me well enough to call me Maria.” She pulls you in closer, messing with your hair. “Heyyyyy!” You laughed swatting at her hand which just caused her to laugh. When you get to know Maria she is a very playful person. “It’s good seeing you Y/n/n. I have to get back to yelling at the recruits so enjoy the show.” She smirks at you before looking at Kate which just makes you blush. “Bye Maria. Enjoy yelling at the recruits.” You smile giving Maria one last squeeze. “Oh I will.” She winks at you before walking towards a group.

Your eyes wander around the room watching the different groups of people. You watch as the women of the Avengers fight and train. All of them are wearing some form of a sports bra and short shorts. You use your arms to slide in front of your stomach trying to cover yourself from anyone who could be looking. The new thought of all the people who could be around looking at you, judging you makes you even more self conscious than before. You try to calm yourself thinking how you're all adults, it shouldn’t be like high school anymore.

Sounds of whispers around you can be heard. You try not to look at the people closest to you. You can’t hear what they are saying but you hold yourself closer as you sit. You can see off in the distance a group of agents. All of them young and fresh out and in great shape. They seem to be looking at you and at Kate. You think maybe you are seeing things but then some of them point between you and Kate. The others around them are chuckling.

Tears burn in your eyes as you try not to cry. You know they are talking about how you look compared to your girlfriend. You know that Kate is out of your league and you still don’t understand why she chose to be with you. You hold it in trying to remember that Kate loves you or does she.

Laughter behind you fills your ears. “She’s an Avenger and that is who she picks to be with. What is so special about her? She looks like a fat cow to me. Maybe if I throw my hat in the ring I can save her from whatever hell she is in. I would look so much better on an Avengers arm than her.” A woman says as they walk behind you. You don’t know if they intentionally wanted you to hear them but everything inside you says that she is right. That you don’t deserve Kate and that maybe she would be better off with someone more like her.

You look at Kate and she is laughing with Yelena. Your eyes then drift as you spot Wanda, a light red glow in her eyes as a tear slips down your cheek. Her face twisting with anger. You get up quickly and turn. You see the face of the woman talking about you. She is a beautiful blonde and she was right, Kate would be much better off with her. She looks at you with a small smirk playing on her lips. You quickly make your way towards the door not wanting people to see you cry, especially not a room full of agents. You’re caught up in your own terrible thoughts that you don’t hear the commotion behind you or that someone is calling out for you.

A hand gently wraps around your wrist before you can make it to the door. You’re turned around to meet Kate, tears streaming down your face. Her face turns concerned when she sees the tears. “Baby what’s wrong?” Her hands cup your cheeks. You shake your head. “N-nothing. I don’t feel good. I think I’m going to go home. Can we do a raincheck?” You hope that she will leave it at that but she knows you better than that. “Y/n/n I know that isn’t true.” You curse her internally for not letting you go so easy but love her all the more for also not letting you.

Kate’s hand runs back down your arm taking your hand in hers starting to lead you into the locker room. You can now hear the commotion and look to see Wanda yelling at the recruits, Maria right behind her with a furious look on her face. You feel even worse as they are getting yelled at. But you’re soon pulled into the locker room. You stand there awkwardly as Kate looks around to see if there is anyone else in there. She comes back to you when there is no evidence of someone being around.

“Baby please tell me what is wrong.” She cups your cheek gently rubbing her thumbs, wiping the tears away as they fall. “You would be better off with someone else.” You look at her with tears still in your eyes, your voice barely above a whisper. “You would be better off with Yelena or one of those agents.” You look down now not wanting to face her. You miss the look of heartbreak in her eyes as she looks at you. Her finger gently hooks under your chin to make you look at her. Tears shining in her eyes. “Why would you say that? I love you Y/n. You’re all I ever need.”

“Those agents, they were laughing at me. At you for being with me. A girl, she called me, she called me.” You can’t get the words out as more tears cascade down your cheeks. “She called me a fat cow. She said that you would be better off with her and maybe she could convince you to leave me. Maybe she is right.” You can see the rage behind Kate’s eyes, but she stays calm for you. She heard Wanda yelling so she knows that it is being dealt with, her only concern right now is you. “Don’t let those nasty girls get into your head baby girl. They are so wrong. You are perfect the way you are. I love you the way you are.” Kate leans her forehead against yours. “Why me?” You whisper. Kate pulls back with a smile on her face. “You are so beautiful and kind. I have never met someone so willing to do anything to help those that you love. You give so much of yourself to others without asking for anything in return. You are so strong even when you feel like the world is against you. I would give up everything to brighten your darkest days. Show you that you deserve all the love that I can give. You have all of me and best of all you have my heart.” You’re now crying happy tears at your girlfriend's words. Never in a million years did you expect to feel this loved by some one, more so a Young Avenger.

“Let me show you how much I love you. How much I love your body.” Kate husks kissing you deep, pouring all of her love into the kiss. She starts walking you backwards towards the showers. Breaking the kiss long enough to pull your hoodie over your head. You haven’t even noticed how far she had walked the both of you until your back hits the wall. Her fingers are playing with the hem of your shirt. You break the kiss your hand on hers. “Katie I-” She cuts you off kissing your lips again. “Baby I need you to see what I see.” Her hands grip your sides. “I don’t care if people see or hear you. Let them know that you are mine and none of them can have me.” You let out a whimper. Nodding your head telling her she can continue.

Kate pulls your shirt over your head. “Oh you naughty girl. Coming here for all to see without a bra on.” She smirks, groping your breast in each hand and slotting her leg between thick thighs. You let out a low moan as she starts to tweak your nipples with her fingers. She leans forward, nipping and sucking at your neck. You let your head fall back to give her more access. “You just wanted me to fuck you tonight didn’t you baby girl? Don’t you know that these are only for me.” She pinches your nipples hard causing a loud moan to fall from your lips. You can feel her smirk against your neck biting down harshly. “Yes wanted you to fuck me. I’m only for you.” You grind down on her thigh as she presses it up. “I can feel how wet you are for me. Fucking soaked. Do you need me baby? Do you need me to fuck that pussy of yours?” You love how fast Kate can go from so sweet and caring to an animal. Ready to fuck you and make you feel good. “Please Katie.” You whine grinding harder. Not caring how desperate you look or the fact that your wetness is seeping through to her thigh.

Hands move to grip your hips, Kate's fingers digging into the soft flesh. She starts kissing down your body. Sucking marks as she makes her way down, slowly getting on her knees in front of you. She starts to pull your sweatpants down your thighs till they're wrapped around your ankles. Removing your shoes so that she can pull them all the way off tossing them behind her. A groan leaves her lips when she sees your ruined panties. Smirking up at you as she loops her finger in the waistband pulling them down quickly. Your wetness shining through your folds.

You look down at Kate, anxiety bubbling within you. You know what she wants to do but you have always been scared. Scared that you would suffocate the woman between your thighs. You try to close your legs but Kate stops you. Her arms wrap around your thighs keeping them open as she shuffles closer. Placing a kiss on your mound. “Baby girl I will be ok. I just want to make you feel good. Now keep these legs open.” You want to disagree but the look on her face tells you to listen to her so you give her a nod. “Good girl.” She smiles at you, the words making a wave of arousal gush out and a whine escaping your lips.

Kate throws one of your legs over her shoulder before licking a strip through your folds. Moan at the taste of you. Gripping your thighs tightly as she dives in. Her mouth latching onto your sensitive bundle of nerves. Sucking harshly causing you to moan, your fingers lacing in her hair. Your grip tightening in her hair as her expert tongue works you over.

Your moans are filling the locker room as you rut against her face. You don’t even hear that someone has entered the locker room with you. “Damn Y/n/n.” You hear Wanda’s voice. You freeze when you hear her. You would expect Kate to stop but she holds to her words and sucks on your clit causing you to gasp. “O-Oh fuck.” Your words come out breathy and all you can do is hear Wanda chuckle. “I wanted to let you know that the agents have been handled, some will not be returning.” You try to reply to the other woman but words fail you when Kate’s tongue dips into your entrance. The only sound coming from you is a whimper. “Well I’ll let you get back to your fun. Bye Y/n/n by Kate.” You can hear the smirk in Wanda’s voice. “Bye Wanda.” Kate mumbles into your pussy which only causes you to moan. You know that you’ll be having an interesting conversation with Wanda later but for now you're going to focus on your pleasure.

Kates tongue fucks in and out of your hole as her nose brushes your clit. Your legs are trembling on either side of her head. Your moans are music to her ears as she works you up. You’re so close to your release already from her expert tongue. Your walls are spazzing around her tongue and your rutting against her face. If it weren’t for her strong hold on your thighs you would have collapsed on the floor. “Please Katie.” You whimper. You're so close and both of you know it. “Cum.” She mumbles into you. Your thighs clamp around her head as your legs tremble, your grip on her hair burning her scalp. Your back arching off the cold tile wall as your cum floods Kate's mouth. She drinks you up, sucking to extend your orgasm.

When your grip loosens Kate pulls back slightly. She looks up at your heaving chest. Admiring your fucked out aperance and the sheen of sweat that covers your body. “So beautiful.” She kisses up your body slowly raising herself up until she gets to your lips. “All mine.” Kissing your lips, a hand on your waist holding you against her. Her other hand moving back down your body and swiping her fingers through your wet folds before she shoves two fingers in your still quivering hole. You moan into her mouth which gives her the chance to shove her tongue in your mouth swallowing the moans that she elicits from you.

Squelching noises fill the locker room as Kate's fingers pound into you. All your moans being swallowed by the woman. She soon slips a third finger in stretching you perfectly. Curling her fingers expertly into your soft spongy spot. She is making it hard for you to kiss her back. Her forehead leaning against yours as she continues pumping her fingers in and out of you. “Mmm” Is the only thing that you can get out as her fingers work you up. You're still sensitive from your last orgasm so it isn’t taking her long to bring you to the edge. “So perfect, so beautiful, and so mine.” Kate murmurs to you, her thumb pressing into your clit as she pumps and curls your fingers.

You can’t help as you wrap your arms tightly around Kate. Your head falling to her shoulder and hiding your face in your shoulder. Whimpers and moans continue to fall from your lips as your walls squeeze her fingers. “You close baby girl? You're squeezing my fingers. I bet you want to cum again. Cum all over my fingers and make a mess.” You nod in her neck. “Ahh fuck! Yes, wanna cum.” You mumble bucking your hips into her hand. “Do it! Make a mess.” With a few more thrust of her fingers and pressing into your clit with her thump your orgasm washes over you. She has to hold you up as your body trembles. Your walls clamp down on her fingers as your cum drips down her hand and onto your thighs. Your nails digging into her back from your hold on her.

Kate's fingers work you through your high. Whispering praises in your ear and kissing your head. Her fingers come to a slow stop before she removes them from your sensitive cunt causing you to whimper. “Shhh. You've been such a good girl for me.” Her praises fill you with love and happiness.

“Thank you Katie.” You mumble into her neck. Kate pulls you from her neck with a soft smile on her face. “No need to thank me baby. I wanted to show you just how much I love you.” She pecks your lips still holding your body against hers. “I love you so much Y/n and I can’t imagine my life without you. You are the one I want to be with. None of them, just you.” Your heart swells more if that is even possible. “I love you Katie.” You blush as she leans back and kisses you again.

It was in this moment that you knew Kate was the one for you no one else could compare. She loves you for you and you want to be able to spend the rest of your life with her. She will always be in your corner. She will show you that you are the most beautiful girl in the world even when you don’t see it. She is your light in the darkness and you wouldn’t trade that for anything.

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cheeseceli · 10 months

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If skz wrote a song for their s/o

Pairing: ot8 skz × gn!reader (individually)

Description: Stray Kids write a song for their s/o, inspired by their actual songs and respective lyricists

Genre: Fluff and maybe a little bit of angst (couple fights, low self-esteem and fear of rejection are mentioned)

A/n: Kinda of unexpected of me to post something like that since I only write short scenarios but! i felt like doing something like this, hope you guys can enjoy

Chan - youtiful

You know whenever there is a chance I'll tell you that you are amazing as you are; Cause when you give me a glance I'm sure that I see the universe in your eyes

He knows how hard insecurities can get and he would hate to see you doubting yourself. He wrote this song with you in mind, hoping it would help you to feel more confident and see your worth.

Lee Know - Waiting For Us

Cause I'm right here waiting for us; At times I was afraid; I didn't think you'd ever come again; So I'll tighly hold your hand; No matter what moment comes; I won't let you go

He probably wrote this one after an argument and he is sure he never wants to fight with you ever again. You are the love of his life and he wants to be with you no matter what and no matter when. This would also be his comfort song whenever he was in tour and far away.

Changbin - Sorry, I Love You

I know I’ll regret, so I end this; I know I’ll regret, so I decide to express my feelings; I want to be more than just friends; I like you too much; Sorry that I like you so much, I'm sorry; I tried to hide my feelings but I guess it was too obvious

He wrote this right before he confessed. He was so sure you didn't like him back?? Up to him, he'd never say anything about his feelings 'cause he didn't want to ruin the friendship. But you are too beautiful to be just friends and he needed to tell you everything. Even though the scenario of the song is pessimistic, it encourages him to confess.

Hyunjin - Hoodie Season

Hey baby, I'll make you my lover ey; When you feel the winter wind in autumn; Ooh ah, ooh ah will you hug me warmly; Fallen leaves, like fallen leaves; We gon' fall in love

And they fell in a love in a spring autumn day. Even though this part of the lyrics talks directly to you, this song is not exactly about you, it's about what you make him feel. A hopeless romantic, he was born to love but he also expects to be loved and you make him feel this way. You are like the hoodie that protects him from the cold wind and makes him feel warm.

Han - MIXTAPE: OH

When my hands touch you; We take each other's breath away; At each other's gaze the feeling we've never felt before; This has no explanation; I know it's nothing ordinary; Makes me want more

This one would be written before you guys got into a relationship and he would be so confused. Did you want the same as him? That was just attraction or perhaps something more? This song was basically a brainstorming, trying to figure out the whole situation as it was something new to him.

Felix - WOW

You who's different, curious of you; Your vibe which has changed, curious of you; My feelings that I cannot name, mysterious of you; your gaze when you're staring at me; Let me say wow

He wrote this one in his delulu era i'm 100% sure. You would look at him for a second and he would be speechless. He would spend the whole day thinking about you and wondering if you felt the same, trying to read all the possible signs, even writing about it.

Seungmin - my universe

So close yet so far, your and my world; I will always find you till the end always; Even if I fall behind, I will follow you; My universe

He knows the idol life is hard to keep up with, but still you were there for him in all those hard moments and he is so, so grateful for that! If he believes in afterlife, he is sure he will find you in his next life. That's how it is: you guys are meant to be.

I.N - #LoveSTAY

I will never make you lonely; you'll always be beside me; Someday I'll get exhausted and cry; Fall down and feel pain again; it doesn't matter once again; I can endure it by looking at you; Cause I love you

Yes, it is about Stay. But I.N can't help but think about you in some verses. He considers himself so so lucky to have you: you were there in his worst moments and you made ordinary days become the best moments of his life. You are his medicine and he hopes he can be the same to you

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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months

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Thank you sm 😭 you actually did so good! It felt so nice to see my favorite creepy boy with those head canons 🥹🥹 but yes your writing is absolutely amazing!! I can’t wait to keep seeing everything you write!! And I apologize in advance if I ever get too excited and request too much 🥹

Perhaps creepy boy relationship head canons with a fem!reader who attempts to steal their clothes because they miss them?

- 🩶 Anon

Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, and Hoodie x fem!reader who steals their clothes because she misses them!

went ahead and threw in some other characters that i think would be silly with this request since you didnt specify :3! was gonna add slenderman but im on the fence about whether or not his clothes are a part of his body.. shrugs!! feels weird not doing masky since im doing hoodie too but shrugs again laughing jack included as you state hes your favorite :3 and WAAAAH im glad you enjoyed the previous request!! and no need to apologize; i get it !! sometimes i get excited too with requesting stuff !! ill let you know if youre being too intense (though i gotta admit i love writing creepypasta stuff, had a longish break between august and now where i hardly wrote for it and i missed writing for the fandom loads TToTT)

EYELESS JACK:

honestly for a moment i was going to say his mask but i genuinely think that would be a deal breaker for him since it kind of acts as a comfort and security thing for him. even if hes not wearing the mask around you, dont take it. now his hoodie or one of his shirts... thats a different story.. would rather you ask him, though, but he does find it a little sweet that its because you missed him.. mind you he thinks so lowly of himself that he might even be a little shocked that you *miss him.. might let you keep on his shirts! might have to wash it though and patch up a hole or two but its nothing major.. though i dont think he would let you keep one of his hoodies, he has way less of those than he does shirts and he kind of needs them to keep warm.. also the hood comes in handy.. for things.. will expect you to return his belongings when asked, will not take any excuses since they are his belongings and he cant really waltz into a store and go shopping

LAUGHING JACK:

okay so this one is a little funny since i do personally hc that his clothes are just a part of his body for the sake of the post lets turn a blind eye.. theres so many options for you.. his shirt (sleeves! long and floppy!) or a spare sweater than hes claimed... hmm.. i think regardless of what piece of clothing you've taken from him he would be thrilled that you miss him THAT much! he rarely goes out, in fact i dont think its often that he goes far from where his music box is.. gotta stay in decent range, you know? but the point still stands... you miss him? i think that actually does wonders for his abandonment issues, since it reassures him that you care about him and think of him when hes away. probably scoops you up in his arms and hugs you, likely wrapping his arms around you like a snake. offers to never let you go, and kind of sticks true to that until you need to tend to your bodily needs

HOODIE:

another victim of jacket thief... a moment of silence for this man losing the thing that literally sparked his name.. okay jokes aside i dont think he would care that much, hes probably hoarded other clothing while staying with you; from hoodies to sweaters. so hes not going to sweat it if you briefly snatch something from him so long as you eventually give it back.. might sign some teasing words at you for missing him, might also prompt a session of you two cuddling.. good luck getting up because hes probably not going to let go.. why would he, you missed him! also might make him try to spend more time with you since every now and then he does have decently long periods of just. being gone doing whatever it is that he does.. probably leaves you his main hoodie and wears a different one when he knows hes about to dip for a while..

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack x you #hoodie x reader #hoodie x you

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multidxni · 1 year

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but "just friends" don't look at each other like that

pairing: Hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

warnings: none, just a lot of kissing, kinda making out in the end

summary: Hyunjin comes over to help you with your homework, but you end up completely forgetting about it

Hyunjin is a very good friend. An amazing one, something which makes this so much more difficult for you to shut down or ignore your feelings for him.

How can you possibly not fall for him when he's always. Always there for you, with you.

How can you stop thinking about him after he leaves, when he lets you cry on your favorite shirt of his, completely ruining it, telling you it's going to be just fine with that soft, calming voice.

How can you not imagine how it would be like to be more than just friends when he's so, so perfect.

Even his imperfections seem to be perfect and he makes everything look so easy.

You can't help but miss him when he's gone, you can't even stand a day without him being around.

Sighing, you finish your cup of tea, placing it down, when your phone vibrates on the mini table of your living room.

"Hello?" You pick up, not looking at the display.

"Y/n, hey! Are you busy?" Hyunjin asks enthusiastically.

"Hyunjin, hi." You smile. "No, not at all, what's up?"

"Guess what?" He also smiles.

"What?" You bite your lip, a habit you picked up while talking to him.

You love it when he calls you randomly, just when you don't expect it.

"I got some yummy, fancy food. And your favorite wine. Are you free?" He says full of hope to see you again, the last time he saw you last weekend feeling so far away.

You want to scream "yes" in happiness, but then remember you have a homework you still haven't finished and got to study for the next exam too.

"That sounds amazing Hyunjin. But I have so much to study, I don't know how I'll make it to be honest." Your voice breaking, your disappointment and discouragement are obvious to him.

"Hey...it's okay." He knows you're about to cry. He knows you so well even through a call.

"I'll help you study. Then we eat together, what do you say? Hmm?" He suggests.

"Okay but...it's a lot Hyunnie, you better hurry." You let out a small chuckle, wanting to hug him so tight.

"I'm on my way cutie." He laughs silently hanging up.

You smile, spreading your books and highlight pens on the table, as you wait for him.

He always knows what to say or do to make you feel better. To make you feel special.

After a few minutes you hear a knock on the door. You rush to open it and reveal a tall, black hoodie dressed Hyunjin, with boxes of food in his hands, along with your favorite Rosé wine.

Your eyes soften at the sight of him, smiling so brightly at you.

You take one of his boxes from his hands and bury your face in his chest, hugging him tight, arms wrapping around his neck.

He chuckles in your hair, breathing in.

You can't help but stand up on your feet and press a light kiss on his cold cheek.

"Thank you Hyunjinnie." You say, stepping aside to let him walk inside your apartment.

"Something is different in here." He notices looking around.

"Yeah...can you guess what?" You smile walking into the kitchen with the food, sitting down on your bar chairs.

"Y/n..." He says in a serious tone as you look at his face.

His eyes light up with a new, completely unknown emotion to you.

"You hung up my drawings...even framed them, really?" The look on his face is so soft, you think you're going to start crying.

"Yeah...I just love your drawings. Also I painted the walls a different color and..." You shrug. "I don't know, I just felt that it really matches it and the atmosphere."

He stays quiet, starring at you for a couple of seconds, but then comes closer to you.

And man, your heart is skipping so many beats at once, is this even possible?

"Hyunjin...if you don't want it I'll put them awa-"

And then, he kisses you.

Places his lips on yours, not even moving them. Just holding them there. When he pulls away, way too quickly by the way, your legs suddenly become like jelly. Heart beating so fast, you fear he can hear it too.

It happened so fast, it was almost like just two seconds.

Your mouth hangs open now, the feeling of his lips still on yours.

When you don't have the power or idea to say something, he apologizes, looking away in shame, his ears and cheeks turning pink.

You think you're going to throw up eventually, the emotions overwhelming you.

"Don't. Don't apologize." You simply say, embarrassment making your cheeks become a bright shade of red.

"I just kissed you, oh God, it's not okay." He panics and you pray he doesn't regret it.

"But Hyunjin. I liked it..." You let out, now looking at the ground. Playing with the rings on your fingers, the long shirt you're wearing, anything.

When you say that he looks at you in surprise almost, exhaling.

"I just...I'm sorry it was so sudden." He pauses. "I'm such an idiot."

"You're my favorite idiot then." You hear yourself say, locking eyes with him for what feels like the first time after the kiss.

He's so pretty, all blushy like that, his lips swollen.

"It means a lot to me." He chuckles. "Also the way you hung up my drawings...thank you." He says looking you in the eyes.

"You're so passionate about the things you do...so delicate. I just find you really..." You can't find the right words to tell him.

"Perfect." You look up and feel your cheek burn like they never did before. Are you having a fever?

His eyebrows furrow together in a soft 'aww' way.

"I find you really perfect too." He smiles, finding your hands, holding them into his big ones.

He smells so good and you suddenly want him close. Need to feel him close.

"Hug me." You whisper looking at the way he holds your hands, brushing over your fingers with his thumb.

"Anything for you." He whispers back and it's so romantic that you can't help but melt into his large arms, and oversized, good smelling hoodie.

You're addicted to him, the way he looks, behaves, the way he is with you, how he smells...you're in love with everything he is.

"I love you." You let out, not caring about anything anymore, because you never needed anyone more than you need him right now.

"I love you too." He places kisses on your head and forehead and you think if you could die from feeling so full of love for someone, you would definitely die on the spot.

Still holding him in your arms, caressing his back, you look up to see him already looking at you.

"Can I kiss you? Just making sure I won't scare you away this time." He laughs, now holding your chin.

You nod, smiling.

Everything seems to be so easy with Hyunjin. It's like you're made for each other.

"The food is cold now." You say sadly after the kiss.

"Really? That's all you care about right now?" He looks at you with one of his judging faces.

"Hyunjinnnn, we have so much to do." You say, fake crying.

"We have timeee." He assures you, sitting down to open the boxes.

You sit down next to him, admiring his side profile.

"I have an idea." You suddenly say, standing up.

You bring some good smelling candles lighting them up, placing two big glasses for the wine on the table too.

"This is so romantic." He compliments, loving every second of it.

You look satisfied with your work and as you see the tteokbokki with extra cheese, your mouth waters.

"Oh God." You groan just looking at it.

"Indeed." He agrees. "Bon Appétit, mon amour." He says in a fake french accent and you laugh it off, saying the same.

You eat in silence, a few things such as "it's so good" and "thank you hyunjin", the only sentences spoken.

When you finish eating he opens the bottle of wine, with a bow.

"For you madame." He pours into the glass with so much elegance you can't help but think again, he really is perfect.

"For the lucky boyfriend." He pretends to talk to someone, bowing again. "Oh wait that's me." He quickly moves on the chair pretending to thank the waiter (who is also him).

You laugh so much your tummy hurts.

He loves to make you laugh, loves to hear your laugh.

"Are you my boyfriend?" You ask as he puts the bottle away.

"Well...are you my girlfriend?" He asks instead, smirking.

"Hyunjin-ah!~" You say tired of the playing.

"Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me? Yes or yes? There's only one correct answer." He smiles like he said the most logical thing on earth.

You raise an eyebrow smirking. "Are you proposing to me, or asking me to be your girlfriend, Mr. Hwang?" You joke back.

"Both." He says with an eye smile.

"Anyways, yes." You shrug, ignoring his comment, drinking your wine unbothered.

He laughs again, and you want to learn lots of jokes to hear that sound again and again.

"Yes to what?" He raises his eyebrows like he's in shock. "Just kidding."

You push his shoulder and smile, while once again admiring his handsome face.

Taking your hand while holding his glass of wine in the other, he leads you to the balcony.

You didn't realize it already got late, but you're glad it did, because you hope he'll want to spend the night with you.

Looking at the night sky full of stars, you decide Hyunjin is still your favorite thing to look at.

Taking the almost finished drink from your hands, he sets it down on a small table next to him, along with his.

He holds your waist closer, pulling you into his chest, holding you close again.

"Don't ask me anymore if you want to kiss me again." You say when he stares at your lips.

He nods, kissing you for the 3rd time tonight, but this is the first time he holds your face, waist, and kisses you so deeply, full of passion.

"You're my favorite person." He whispers in your ear, brushing your hair away from your face.

The wind is blowing, and it's really cold, but he makes you feel so warm, it's insane.

"You're mine too." You say finding yourself holding his face close, putting your lips on his again.

His kisses are like drugs and you end up wanting more of them. More of him. All of him.

You end up kissing on your way out of the balcony. Then on the way to your room and finally on your bed, where it gets more intense.

He kisses you like he never gets enough, just like you.

"You're so beautiful." He says when kissing your shoulders and collarbones, neck and jaw, then lips again.

"Hyunjin." You sigh, throwing your head back, when he sucks on a certain spot on your neck.

"Hmmm." He says satisfied when he hears you squirm under him.

"Oh God, Hyunjin." You exhale, as he presses his knee between your legs.

Pulling his hair, you can't get enough of the feeling of his lips on you.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks, still kissing your neck.

"A lot of things... But for now just please... kiss me more." You tell him, holding his face in your hands.

"Where do you want me to kiss you, my princess?" He seductively looks at you.

"Anywhere, everywhere." You let out, pulling his face closer to yours.

Kissing him, you know that is a thing you'll certainly miss when he's not gonna be around.

"We have time the whole night, love." He whispers.

❤️

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lovesick (VII)

— pairing: yandere ot7 x (f) reader — word count: 14.3k — warnings: yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, kidnapping, drugging, the boys being ~creeps~ — summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late. — amazing cover by @leithold!

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You stare at Jungkook’s back, his signature hoodie covered by a thick black coat. The cold air from outside clings to your body, refusing to thaw even in the warm reception area. You shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself as Jungkook texts his hyung to let him know you’re there. Today, the entrance is completely empty and the officer you spoke to last time is nowhere to be seen. You shift uneasily on your feet, a little unnerved by the complete silence. Is this even a good idea? You’ve been here twice before and no one has been able to help you. You want to believe Jungkook and the trust he has in his friend, but it doesn’t seem very likely that it’ll make much of a difference.

Feeling doubtful about the whole situation, you eye the front door, wondering if it’s too late to just go back home. Jungkook might think you’re a little rude for changing your mind when you’re already here, but maybe it’ll be worth it, if it can spare you the humiliation of having to share those letters with more people that can’t help you anyway.

Jungkook pockets his phone before you can make up your mind, light footsteps filling the empty reception as one of the adjacent doors open.

”Hyung!” He rushes over to excitedly greet whoever stepped into the room, the person hidden from your sight as Jungkook hugs them.

“Jungkookie,” The man’s airy, familiar, voice is full of mirth as he pats Jungkook’s back. ”You know hyung loves spending time with you, but why did we have to meet up while I’m on duty?”

You suck in a surprised breath as Jungkook steps to the side, revealing officer Park. Jimin’s smile slips as he notices you, the confusion on his face quickly morphing into suspicion as his narrowed eyes move between you and Jungkook. You take an involuntary step back, making yourself small as the embarrassment hits you with full force. Why did it have to be Jimin of all people? It’s been over a month since you visited the station and you never heard back from officer Park. You had a small sliver of hope that maybe Jimin would look into your case despite the lack of traceable evidence, but standing here now, you realize it’s more likely that he simply dismissed your report just like the previous officer did. After all, why would he bother with a case he knew he wouldn’t be able to solve?

Jungkook gestures nervously in your direction at the odd look that settles on Jimin’s face. ”Ah, Jimin hyung! This is Y-Y/n, we were partnered up in class for a project. She’s dealing with a situation and she needs um, help. F-From you.”

“Oh,” Jimin rolls his shoulders back, releasing the tension in his posture as a bright smile returns to his face. ”I see.”

You swallow thickly, stomach churning as you advert your eyes. This was just a waste of everyone’s time; yours, Jimin, Jungkook’s – you feel terrible that he spent so much time on something completely pointless. You should just leave, get out of here before you need to explain to Jungkook that the person he’s been praising on the walk here is the same man who turned you away.

“Jungkook, I don’t think–”

“Of course I’ll do my best to help Y/n,” Jimin beams, a hard glint in his eyes as he motions you closer, ”I’d do anything for a friend of Jungkookie!”

Jungkook looks pleased at Jimin’s eagerness to help, melting into his hyung’s smaller body as Jimin wraps an arm around his shoulder. He steers Jungkook around, leading him back to the door he came through as he calls for you to follow them over his shoulder. Jimin leaves you no choice but to trail after them, every step feeling heavier than the last as you walk further into the station. This time, Jimin steers clear of the open area and his desk, leading you and Jungkook down a few hallways lined with smaller rooms. The sound of your footsteps echoing in the empty corridor feels like thunder in your ears, the quick rhythm matching the increasing beat of your heart. You chew on the inside of your cheek as your lungs begin to constrict, the sharp pain snapping you out of your building panic. You can do this. You have to do this.

Staring down at your feet, you miss the way Jimin and Jungkook both stumble over their steps. Jimin pauses with a wince, unlocking and opening a door for you and Jungkook to slip through. The room you step into is odd, to say the least. It’s barren besides a round table and chairs, nothing in it hinting to the purpose of what it could be used for. Interrogations would be the most likely, but there are no visible signs that allude to it – no mirrors, no cameras, nothing. Just somewhere for the three of you to sit down.

You slowly sink down onto one of the plastic chairs, resting your purse in your lap to nervously pick at the fake leather. Jungkook looks a bit uncomfortable at the weird set-up too, scratching the side of his face as his gaze bounces around the empty room.

“So,” Jimin folds his hands on top of the table, one eyebrow quirked as he asks, ”what can I do for you, Ms. Y/n?”

Nothing.

There’s nothing Jimin can do and he knows it. He’s already dismissed your case once, so why is acting like he doesn’t know what’s going on? Is he just trying to play along for Jungkook’s sake?

Your hesitation must show on your face, Jungkook gently nudging your leg under the table with his own. He gives you an encouraging smile; his eyes sweet and reassuring as he says, "Show hyung what you brought with you. He’ll know what to do.”

Jimin watches your interaction with a pleased smile, something smug brewing in his expression as you give in to Jungkook’s request. You open your purse with a soft sigh, staring down at the pile of different coloured envelopes with a little trepidation. You know how this is going to play out, you’ve already been through it twice, but that doesn’t make it any easier.

Jungkook’s voice wavers as you pull up the pink ones first, stuttering over his words. ”It seems that Y/n has a um, s-stalker. They’ve been sending her letters and gifts, and it’s been making her feel really u-unsafe.”

You watch silently as Jimin opens them, eyes scanning over the letters just as slowly as the first time he saw them. He nods along to Jungkook’s words, the corner of his mouth twitching. ”Right.”

“Right?” Jungkook splutters. ”That’s all, hyung?”

Jimin’s eyes find yours for a split second before he turns his attention to Jungkook. ”I’ve read every report that has come through these walls for the past six months, Jungkookie. This is a low-crime city and things have been slow for a long time, so we always make sure to look through all the cases that are registered in case we notice something another officer might have missed. The names of the offended are only visible to the officer that created the file for privacy reasons, so while I didn’t know it was about Y/n, I have read her file.”

You can only sit there, dumbfounded, as Jimin lies through his teeth. You really can’t figure out what game he’s trying to pull off. Why isn’t he telling Jungkook the truth? Why is he trying to hide the fact that you’ve met before? You’ve gathered enough to know that Jungkook worships the ground Jimin walks on, but him admitting that he dismissed your case shouldn’t be enough to change that.

“Oh,” Jungkook breathes, shoulders deflating. ”Then you already know that the content is really w-weird! They want to steal her away to other c-countries and they make doctor appointments in her name for h-her. There has to be something you can do!”

“What? She didn’t–” Jimin rattles the table as he straightens up in his seat, eyes wide. "That wasn’t in the report– What are you talking about?”

You wince, grabbing the rest of the envelopes from your purse. It had completely slipped your mind that Jimin got called away last time before you had a chance to tell him the full story. You slide the red and purple letters across the table; shrinking in your seat under the accusing look he gives you as he snatches them up. There’s an urgency in the way Jimin breezes through the them, his expression grave as he absorbs the new information. As you follow the motion of his hand as he picks up another envelope, you notice the band-aids wrapped around two of his fingers. It’s nothing special, not really, but it makes a faint shudder run down your back. It serves as a reminder of your walk back home from Hoseok’s store a few days ago, when your soulmate decided to refresh your memory of why they’re next on your hit list once your stalker is taken care of.

You advert your eyes, glancing back at Jungkook only to find him hunched over one of the pink letters. His mouth is pressed into a thin line, his expression nauseated. You can see his lips silently form around the words as he reads, his fists clenched tightly on either side of the paper. Your stomach rolls at the fact that Jungkook is reading all of those disgusting things your stalker has written about you. You’re innocent in all of this, but it still doesn’t stop the shame from hitting you like a truck.

Jimin curses under his breath as he drops the last purple envelope back on the table. He runs his hands through his bleached hair, looking lost as he absentmindedly stares down at the letters.

Jungkook lets out a choked whisper. ”Hyung …”

Jimin purses his lips as he stuffs the letters back into the envelopes they belong to. His dark eyes are narrowed, determined, as he meets your gaze. ”I’ll find the one responsible for all of this. I won’t rest until I track them down – I’ll make sure they’ll regret ever harassing you.”

Jungkook’s throat bobs at Jimin’s serious tone.

Officer Park’s words are enough to make your heart skip a beat, but you squish the tiny spark of hope that flickers to life before it can catch fire. You’ve been let down too many times already. You simply don’t have it in you to get excited about something you know won’t happen. You fear that if you let yourself be hopeful one more time, you won’t be able to bounce back once it inevitably falls through.

“Will you?” There’s a bit more bite to you words than you’d like, but Jimin doesn’t seem fazed. Perhaps he even expected it – especially after how your last conversation turned out.

“Of course!” Jungkook chimes in, ”Jimin hyung is a great cop.”

There are practically stars in his eyes as he glances at Jimin across the table, his front teeth peaking out as he gives the older man a toothy grin. ”Hyung saved me, actually. That’s how we met.”

"Someone pulled me into an alley and tried to mug me after a midnight screening at the cinema. It was a guy around our age, maybe a little older; that pushed me against the wall and held a knife to my throat. I didn’t have anything on me that he could take, and he didn’t react well to that.” Jungkook's voice grows soft as he recalls the memory, tentative fingers reaching up to brush over a faint scar on his cheek. The harsh fluorescent lights make the indent in his skin obvious – so obvious in fact that you have a feeling that’s exactly why Jungkook always covers it up with the help of his hair or hoodie.

"I was just lucky that Jimin hyung was walking home from a friend’s house and heard my shout when the guy dragged me away. He wasn’t even on duty, but he still stepped in and fought him off. I still feel bad that hyung got hurt because me, that prick managed to stab his leg before he ran off.”

Jimin grimaces, one hand dropping from the table to rest across his thigh. The framed newspaper clipping behind the reception suddenly comes to mind, the dots finally clicking into place as you realize that it was Jungkook that Jimin had gone out of his way to rescue.

You wince in sympathy as Jimin squeezes around his injury. You swear you can still feel a deep throb in your leg from time to time, the phantom pain of a knife slicing into your soulmate’s flesh still as fresh as it was two years ago.

It shouldn’t be possible for you to still feel it though, not when the injury is so old, and yet.

A light spasm shakes your thigh as you watch Jimin dig his fingers into his leg. You reach down to massage it, brows furrowing as you find your hand covering the same exact area as Officer Park is holding.

“I was just doing my job, Jungkookie.”

Jimin’s voice fades into the background as you watch him bring his hand back to the table, the pressure on your thigh releasing along with it. The truth hits you like a punch to the stomach, the air in your lungs disappearing with a shaky exhale.

It’s him. Officer Park – Jimin.

Jimin is your soulmate.

You zero in on the fabric of his uniform as the edges around your vision starts growing spotty, blood pounding loudly in your ears. You clutch your purse tighter to your body, the metal clasp digging into your stomach. It all adds up. Jimin was stabbed in his thigh the same night your soulmate was. The placement of the injury is identical. It’s him.

“Y/n, are you okay?” You jump at the heavy hand on your shoulder, your chest heaving as Jungkook’s concerned voice filters through your panic. You can barely make out the distress on their faces as you shake Jungkook off, your legs unsteady as you clamber to your feet. Your tunnel vision latches on to Jungkook’s scar, your heart nearly giving out as you remember the initial shock of your cheek being cut before the pain exploded in your leg. Oh no. No, no, no–

“I-I gotta go.” You fumble behind you for the door handle, twisting it harshly as you keep them in your sight. You don’t even register the shock on their faces as you sprint out of the room, running blindly in the direction you think you came from. Your breathing is winded, loud, as you burst out of the station, trembling legs carrying you for as far as you can manage. Your body gives out after a few blocks, a bench at a random bus stop your saving grace as you collapse. You press your head between your legs as you fight to regain your breath, the world around you spinning too fast as your mind struggles to comprehend what just happened.

Tears run down your cheeks as you rock back and fourth, desperately trying to soothe your frenzied heart. You never expected you would ever meet your soulmate. You didn’t even want to find them after all the pain your soulmark has put you through. But here they are, in the flesh – real.

Jimin and Jungkook.

They’re both your soulmates.

You stare listlessly at the wall as you listen to the soft hum of the refrigerator. Tapping your finger against the hot mug in your hand, you sink deeper into the couch, pulling the blanket around your shoulders tighter against your body. Your phone turned itself off hours ago, battery drained from the concerned texts Jungkook has been flooding you with ever since you ran out of the station. It’s only been a day since your soulmate revelation smacked you in the face, and you’re not ready to talk to him yet. There are just too many unanswered questions, too many variables. Too many things that don’t quite add up. Do they know that you’re their soulmate? Have they managed to put two and two together by now? And what about each other? Sharing soulmates might be uncommon but it isn’t unheard of. It would be odd that Jungkook and Jimin could be close for so long and not realize that one of their soulmates is right in front of them. They even got hurt in front of each other the night Jungkook was attacked, so there’s no way they wouldn’t figure it out immediately when the soulmark you all share is based on pain.

You take a sip of the hot tea in your mug, scrunching your face at the bitter taste. They must know. That would explain why they’re so close. Then, there’s really only two options when it comes to you – either they aren’t aware that you’re their soulmate too, or they’ve been trying to keep it from you. At this point, alone and frazzled in your apartment, both are equally possible. It didn’t feel like Jungkook shared his story to gauge your reaction to them being your soulmates; he just seemed eager to comfort you by showing how much trust he has in his hyung. You’re certain now that the paper cut you felt on your way back from Hoseok’s shop was because of Jimin. Though, you can’t really wrap your head around why Jimin would cover two fingers when you know you only felt pain in one.

Did he do it to throw you off just in case he ran into you? But why would he go to such great lengths?

You down the rest of your drink, cringing as the slightly too warm tea rushes down your throat. If they know, then they must have their reasons for not telling you about the bond. If they don’t, then you’re going to keep the truth hidden until you’re ready to face it. Either way, you’ll just have to act as normal as possible around Jungkook and Jimin and hope that they don’t catch on.

You can at least lay one worry to rest now; you now know exactly where to find your soulmates to give them both an earful once your stalker is dealt with.

Sighing, you place your mug down on the coffee table. There’s a pressure building at the back of your skull, a slow throb that you know is only going to get worse the longer you try to fight it. The restless nights and constant fear won’t let you rest properly and that scares you just as much as going to sleep does. You’re too vulnerable when you’re asleep, but at the rate your mind and body feels like it’s deteriorating, you worry you might be getting too careless. You only need to forget to look over your shoulder one time before it’s too late.

You glance down at your phone, pursing your lips at the blank screen. You might not trust Jungkook and Jimin completely, but it is nice to know that you have people willing to look out for you. The fact that you have seven people, most of them strangers, trying their best to help you track down your stalker is more comforting than you’d like to admit.

Making yourself comfortable on the couch, you yawn as you pull the blanket up to your chin. You’re not going to risk going to sleep, no, you’re just going to rest your eyes for a moment – just enough to stop them from stinging every time you blink. You look at the shadows dancing across your wall, your lids growing heavier by the minute. You follow the swirling shapes until the darkness overtakes them, your body’s plea for some rest finally answered as you fall asleep.

You startle awake, heart racing from the terrible dream you had. It's nothing but a faint memory of disembodied voices and wild eyes, but even that is enough to keep your pulse high. The hair at the back of your nape is slick; sweat coating your skin underneath the thick blanket. You push it off, shivering at the cold air that envelops you. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you groan as you roll to your feet, legs a little wobbly as your brain slowly wakes up. You really need a shower. Yawning, you start dragging your feet in the direction of your bathroom, but you only make it halfway there before the front door makes you pause. You know you should ignore it, that the best thing to do is just to pretend that there’s nothing waiting for you on the other side, but you’re finding that increasingly harder to do with each passing day. You have to check. You need to know what delusion your stalker is lost in today.

You hold your breath as you unlock your door, heart still hammering against your ribcage as you peek outside. You find an Inca lily perched in front of your door, an orange envelope propped up against its side. You frown as you pick them up, the envelope much heavier than you can recall it ever being before. Leaving the flower just inside your door, you slide the locks back into place before you open the stiff paper.

Your mouth runs dry as you pull out the glossy material inside.

Pure dread washes over you as you look down at the pictures in your hand, an anxious you from a few days ago staring right back. You quickly shuffle through the thick stack, your outfits just distinct enough that you’re able to place them being taken over the span of the past two weeks. Most of them are too zoomed in on your face to make out anything around them, but the faint light hitting the few recognizable buildings and street signs tells you that these must’ve been taken while you were heading to your earliest classes at university.

The pictures slip out of your clammy hands, dropping to the floor with a quiet thud. Bile rises up your throat as you turn to hastily open the black box resting on top of your entry table. You grab the first orange envelope you see, unsealing it with trembling fingers. You tug the letter out, unfolding it to confirm that you remember correctly. The orange envelopes have always had short letters vaguely describing your stalker’s day, always accompanied with little remarks about how much better his life would be if you were there with him. There’s never been pictures, or any mentions of them, before now.

You swallow thickly, looking down at the mess by your feet. You toe at the pictures, the letter in your hand crinkling as you take in all of the different frightened versions of yourself spread across the floor. You pause as you find one that must’ve flipped over as they fluttered to the floor, the handwritten note at the back catching your attention. You bend down to brush the other pictures out of the way, a sense of foreboding worming itself into your heart as you read the tiny inscription.

i have always looked at you from afar, but that time is over. you will be with me soon, my angel.

Oh, this is bad. This is really bad.

The same pattern repeats itself with each new envelope you open. No matter the colour, the content is getting increasingly desperate. Your stalker always been frighteningly intense but what scares you the most is that he’s changing up the patterns he’s followed for so long. He’s becoming unpredictable, and that doesn’t bode well for you. You’ve always known that he’s troubled, he must be to stalk someone, but you’re beginning to truly wonder if he suffers from a disorder. If he isn’t aware that he’s already sent you something, maybe that would explain the different colours and wide variation of gifts. Regardless of how you look at it, there’s no explanation that feels comforting.

There’s only one thing you can be sure of, and that is that your stalker is escalating; and it’s happening fast.

It only takes about twelve hours after you find the pictures before there’s a knock at your door, a deliveryman alerting you of a new package. The box you swiftly pull inside your apartment has a pink envelope attached to it, and the sight makes your stomach roll. You skim through it, finding the letter is disgustingly sexual as always, but the final sentence makes you pause; apprehensive of what you’re going to find once you open the nondescript package in front of you.

“I’m gonna fuck you so well you'll see stars, baby, but until then, have a piece of me to make yourself feel good.”

All of the pink letters have been intimate and carnal, but when you really think about it, they’ve also been vague. There have been no descriptions of your stalker, no pointers you could’ve used to identify him. The focus has only been on you and your body.

Instead of prolonging your own torture, you bite the bullet, yanking off the lid and rummaging through the tissue paper until you find what you’re stalker has oh-so-kindly gifted you. You stare down at the flesh-coloured object, cheeks burning with mortification as it dawns on you what he meant with his closing comment.

Your stalker has gifted you a dildo moulded from his own cock.

You push the box away, horrified, angry. You can’t believe the nerve he has. It feels taunting, in a way. Here, your stalker finally gives you real evidence, something that would undeniably be identical to his body, but there’s no fucking way you can use it. It’s not like you can bring this to Officer Park and ask him to go around and check whom it belongs to.

Once your anger has subsided enough that the urge to slice the toy into tiny pieces is gone, you manage to stuff the package into the darkest corner underneath your bed, resolute to never think about it again.

Maybe your stalker knows that you would hate his gift, because the morning after you received the custom-made sex toy, you open your door to find a big bouquet of roses blocking your way. It only takes a quick glance for you to notice that something has changed. These flowers are not from Déjà Bloom. No matter how much you turn and twist the bouquet, you can’t find any indication that they’ve been anywhere near Seokjin’s shop. Your stalker is on to you, there’s no denying it. He must have either followed you there, or figured out that you went to the florist in an attempt to gather evidence.

The sickly sweet smell clings to the air as you bring the roses inside, and you feel nauseous by the time you find the purple envelope and dump the red flowers in the trash. You open the flap slowly, pulling out the postcard with baited breath. You stare, dumbfounded, as you find one of your old holiday photos printed onto the thin cardboard. It’s been crudely edited in some form of software, with random monuments and a dark silhouette of a man copied and pasted around the image.

You grab the phone in your pocket, quickly pulling up the social media account you shared those pictures to years ago. You tap on the album, swallowing thickly as it shows the setting as hidden. It’s been that way for years, long before your stalker first saw you, so how in the world did he get access to it?

You quickly scroll through the rest of the albums, lips bitten raw as you figure out why the monuments on the card have such odd angles and look so familiar. They’re all from old holiday photos – your holiday photos. Pictures that have been inaccessible to everyone else for ages. You let out a string of profanities, slamming your phone down on the kitchen counter. He must have hacked your account. And if he managed to do that, who knows what else he has access to?

Fuck.

You cover your face with your hands, letting out a deep groan.

The final straw comes four days after the orange envelope appeared. You haven’t left your apartment at all; too terrified of what might happen after seeing how rapidly your stalker has changed. You’ve managed to convince Heejun that you’re just not feeling well but that excuse won’t last much longer. You hate lying to him, and this whole situation has just left you feeling more isolated and alone than ever.

Huddled under the covers of your bed, you startle as your phone dings, the soft chime making your pulse kick up a notch. You’ve barely touched your phone after you received the postcard, a little too paranoid that your stalker has managed to hack into more than just your social media accounts. You wince at the bright light, eyebrows furrowing in surprise as you see that the new text is from your mom. Your family has never been the best at sending daily texts or doing weekly phone calls, but that never used to matter much. You always made the time to go home once a month, the two-hour train ride back and fourth a small sacrifice if it meant you could spend a weekend with them. All of that stopped five months ago though.

After the red envelopes started showing up, you just couldn’t stomach going home anymore. You were always worried you would slip up and tell them what’s been going on, or that your stalker might follow you there. You know it’s a bad decision to everything that’s been going on a secret, but you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if something happened to them. Heejun only knows because he forced the truth out of you.

You know your parents miss you as much as you miss them, but with you constantly turning them down with excuses of being too busy with university and work, there isn't much they can do.

You open the message with a pout, already feeling homesick from just the notification.

Hi honey! Thank you so much for the beautiful arrangement I received for my promotion, you’re such a sweetheart!! The flowers look very expensive so I hope you didn’t have to work any extra shifts to pay for them. Though, I guess the boyfriend pitched in too? ;) I understand why you’ve been so busy now, but please come visit us soon! We would love to meet him. I would say to make sure that you’re eating and taking care of yourself, but I can tell from your note that your boyfriend seems to be caring for you well already. Love you sweetie!!

You pull the covers from over your head, breathing in the fresh air as your mind spins. Boyfriend? Promotion?

What is she talking about?

You click on the attached picture, shocked at the size of the bouquet displayed on your parents' dining table. Zooming in on the attached note, your stomach rolls as you recognize the neat handwriting. It matches perfectly to the penmanship in the green envelopes.

Chills travel down your spine as you stare down at the picture, your hands shaking as you fist them into the sheets. You have been speaking so little with your parents that you weren’t even aware that your mom had applied for a promotion. You’ve been keeping them at arm’s length for their own safety, of fear that he would find them, but it seems like he has been doing more than that. Distance has apparently created the perfect opportunity for your stalker to know your family better than you do - for him to insert himself into your life without you knowing and pretend that he actually belongs there as your boyfriend.

You fall forward into your duvet, letting the cotton muffle your voice as you let out a scream. You hate him. Fuck, you hate him so, so much. You refuse to sacrifice your friends and family and life because of one man’s delusions. You yell until your throat feels cracked and sore, tears burning hot behind your eyelids. You can’t do this anymore, this has to end now.

You need help, and thankfully, you know just who to ask.

You fumble for your phone, finding Hoseok’s number first. You draft up a simple text, trying your best to explain that your "secret admirer" has been making you really uncomfortable, and you would like his help to put a stop to it. You tweak the message as you forward it to the rest of the six men as well, making sure it fits the different stories you’ve been telling them. Even though you would rather not face Jimin and Jungkook yet, you know you need their help too.

It barely takes a minute before they all seem to answer at once, your phone vibrating constantly as you try to keep up with the messages that keep trickling in. They all seem very enthusiastic to get to the bottom of your problem, so you just need to find a place where you can gather all of them at once to discuss the evidence you have and what they can help you with. You figure Hoseok’s store might be best; it’s so central in the city that should be the easiest place for everyone to meet up.

You send him a timid request, asking if it would be okay if you bring a few friends to meet him. Hoseok’s quick replies come to a sudden stop at that, and you gnaw at your cheek as the minutes begin to trickle by. He’s probably just busy with work, but you can’t help but feel like you’ve said something wrong. Just as you’re about to apologize and take it back, your phone buzzes against your thigh. Hoseok confirms that it’s fine, telling you to bring them all to his shop tomorrow evening after closing. You thank him profusely, sending the location and time to the rest of the boys. Considering they all have some form of connection to either you or your stalker, you really hope that bringing them all together will give you the new perspective you need to finally track him down.

“Y/n, hello!” Hoseok ushers you into Hope chocolaterie, the door closing behind you with a faint chime.

The small tables around the shop have all been placed together to create one large surface, eight chairs pushed up against it. He insists on taking your coat, pulling out one of the chairs for you to take a seat as he goes to hang it up behind the counter. You murmur out a soft thank you as you sit down, leaving your bag by your feet. It leans heavily against your leg, stuffed to the brim with envelopes.

You eye the shop, not quite being able to brush off how odd it feels to be here after closing. The contrast in ambience from when the place is open and closed is almost a little unnerving, with the lattice grilles blocking the windows and the lights slightly dimmed to deter any late night shopper from knocking on the door.

You distract yourself from the eeriness by picking at your jeans until Hoseok returns, his lips pursed in a worried pout as he looks you over. ”How are you holding up?”

“I could be better,” You grimace. ”Thank you for agreeing to meet with me and my, uhm, friends here, I really appreciate it.”

Hoseok places one hand on your shoulder, a few locks of soft auburn hair falling into his face as he leans in. The sombre expression on his face makes you freeze, keeping you rooted in place despite the increasing proximity. ”Y/n, there’s nothing to thank me for. I’d do anything for you.” He says gravely.

“What–?” You blink, the fine hairs at the back of your neck rising from the intensity in Hoseok’s dark eyes.

Hoseok’s eyes sweep across the bewilderment on your face, the ghost of a smirk passing over his lips before he breaks into a smile. ”You’re a paying customer, of course I’ll help you out! I can’t have any creeps running around and ruining my business.”

“Right.” You breathe, shaking off the weird feeling. He gives your shoulder a firm squeeze, eyes flickering to the front door as he steps back. The warmth from his hand lingers on your body, burning through your sweater.

“Do you want anything to drink? A hot chocolate maybe?” Hoseok cocks his head, tiny dimples on display.

The question makes you aware of the faint tremble in your hands, the tips of your fingers prickling uncomfortably. You frown, rubbing them together to ease the tremors. You don’t remember feeling cold on the walk over, the weather today is surprisingly mild compared to the last few weeks, so it must just be a combination of your jittery nerves and lack of sleep that’s making you so shaky.

“That would be lovely, thank you.” You give Hoseok a grateful nod, warmth rushing to your cheeks at the bright, pretty smile you get in return.

“I’ll be right back, then.”

You watch him walk back to the door behind the counter, catching a glimpse of a kitchen as he enters the other room. Hoseok's footsteps barely even make a sound despite the thick boots on his feet. You don’t really understand why you take notice of it, but you do, and it makes your stomach churn with unease. It leaves you just enough on edge to make you whip around in your seat, startled, as the door to the shop is pushed open; ringing out the arrival of someone new.

Jungkook and Jimin practically fall through the door, bickering in hushed voices. They seem to be dragging each other a step back, blocking one another from being the first person to enter the shop. It would’ve been amusing, maybe, if it wasn’t for everything going on. You stare at your soulmates, not quite able to decipher the mess of emotions swirling around inside your chest. You thought giving yourself some time would make it easier, that a few days would lessen the hurt, but seeing them in front of you still makes your heart ache.

Jungkook and Jimin straighten up once they both stumble inside, the frowns on their faces wiped away the moment they locate you.

“Y/n, hi,” Jungkook sounds a little breathless, doe eyes drinking you in as if he can’t believe you’re actually here. It’s only been six days since you last saw him, so definitely not enough time to warrant such a reaction – but, considering how you from his point of view just suddenly ran away and then didn’t answer his messages, you’re sure it must’ve looked like you weren’t interested in ever seeing him again. Feeling guilty, you muster up a smile, waving the two of them over to the table.

”Hi, Jungkook. Officer Park.”

“Jimin,” Officer Park corrects you, a little petulantly, ”Just Jimin is fine, Ms. Y/n.”

The echo of Jimin’s voice from the first time you met rings out in the back of your mind, the same sweet smell invading your nose as he plops down in the chair on your right. He grabs Jungkook’s arm before your youngest soulmate can choose the seat on your left, yanking him down into the chair next to him. Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek in annoyance, shooting Jimin a scalding glare. The blonde doesn’t seem to care, or notice, for that matter, his sharp eyes focused on your face. ”Are you sick, Y/n? Why are do you look so flushed?"

“What?” You reach up to touch your cheeks, finding them a bit warmer than normal.

Hoseok’s blinding smile flashes in front of your eyes, and the realization of why you must look so flustered makes your traitorous skin heat up even more. God, how embarrassing. All it takes is one look from a handsome man and your whole body betrays you.

“Oh,” You let out a awkward chuckle, ”It must be the shift in temperature from outside – you know, suddenly going from cold to warm? It always makes me a little flushed.”

Jungkook bobs his head diligently, accepting your poor excuse. You can tell Jimin doesn’t fully buy it though, not when he only lets out a noncommittal hum in response, one brow raised ever so slightly. You’re saved from having to muster up any more explanations as the entrance to the shop lets out another soft chime, signalling another arrival. Seokjin’s broad shoulders enter the shop first, and you’re greeted with the sight of his back as he turns to close the door behind him. A strange feeling of deja vu hits you as Seokjin dusts off his coat; his caramel hair pushed away from his face in a similar style to the first time you saw him.

“Seokjin, thank you for coming.” You call out to him in the quiet shop, patting yourself on the back for not stuttering this time.

The gentle expression on Seokjin's face shutters as he looks up, hands freezing above his coat as he finally notices Jimin and Jungkook. The pair has gone deadly silent, Jimin’s eyes as wide as Jungkook’s as they stare back at the newcomer. Seokjin shakes himself out of his stupor first, eyebrows knitting together tightly as he walks over to join the three of you. He picks the seat on your right, hands curling around the back of the chair as he purses his lips, voice sombre as he says, ”What are you two doing here?”

The sound of his voice seems to snap the pair out of their gaping, causing Jungkook to squeak out a startled ”Seokjin hyung!”. Jimin narrows his eyes, letting out a humourless snort as he leans back in his seat.

”Seems like we should be asking you the same thing, hyung.”

“Don’t be a brat, Jimin. I’m here because Y/n asked me for help.” Seokjin crosses his arms over his chest, jaw tense as he stares the blonde down. Jimin’s throat bobs despite the glare he’s sporting, his shoulders hunching under the weight of Seokjin’s eyes.

”Well, that’s the reason we’re here too!”

You feel like you’re watching a tennis match, your attention moving back and fourth between the two of them. It doesn’t seem like either of them is willing to be the first one to back down, and the tense air continues to grow until you can’t handle it anymore. You try to bite your tongue but it’s already too late, the words escaping your lips before you can stop them.

”Do you guys know each other?” You blurt out.

It takes effort not to shrink down in your chair as three pairs of eyes dart to your face, Seokjin and Jimin awkwardly clearing their throats as they remember you’ve been watching them. Seokjin’s ears grow red as he takes a seat, gaze flickering over the table at the two other men before he turns to you, softness returning to his features as he explains, ”We do, yeah. I met Jungkook three years ago and Jimin about a year after that? Despite the, uh, incident, that caused them to meet, Jimin fit really well with our friend group, so we all grew close pretty quickly.”

Seokjin nods in Jungkook’s direction, flashing him a teasing smile. ”Jungkookie has been helping me out in the shop as well for the past year. I mean, those big muscles are practically just begging to be put to good use.”

“Hyung.” Jungkook whines, cheeks flushing pink as he tries to hide behind his hair. You cast a glance at Jungkook’s arms, his sweater clinging tight to his prominent muscles as he moves to cover his face. He could probably bench press you without problem and you’re not quite sure how to feel about that revelation.

“Y/n!” Hoseok’s voice drifts out of the kitchen as the door opens. "Here’s your … drink.”

The brightness in his eyes dims instantly as he looks up from the cup in his hand, his demeanour turning wary as he sees the three other men. Hoseok's mouth settles into a confused frown as he makes his way back to the table, gaze jumping around the room as if he’s trying to assess the situation.

“Oh, hyung!” Jungkook waves him over with a big smile. Jimin perks up as he catches sight of the shop owner, his squabble with Seokjin seemingly already forgotten.

Hoseok places the delicate mug down in front of you, the smell of rich chocolate rising with the stream from the dark liquid. He rests his hand on the back of your chair, finger brushing against your back as he cocks his head as says, “Well, this was unexpected.”

You curl your hands around the cup, hoping the warmth will soothe the sudden shivers that run down your arms. The temperature is perfect, bringing you just the right amount of heat without burning your skin. You hesitate for just a moment, not really sure what the proper description for your relationship with these men are before you timidly say, ”These are the– friends, I mentioned.”

Seokjin, Jimin and Jungkook all light up at the word, bright smiles blooming on their faces. Jungkook seems especially pleased, his chest puffing out like he’s proud of it. You can’t really see Hoseok’s face from where he’s standing behind your shoulder, but you hear the thoughtful hum he lets out under his breath. He lingers for a moment, his fingers once again brushing over your back as he leaves your side to go take a seat himself.

He sits down next to Seokjin, putting on an exaggerated pout as he meets your eye. “I wasn’t aware we ran in the same circles, Y/n. I’m hurt you didn’t invite me to hang out too.”

“Same circle?” You ask. You already have a feeling where this is going, but it still leaves you dumbfounded when Seokjin speaks up to confirm it.

“Hoseok is one of our close friends too.”

“Oh.” You breathe. What are the odds that all four of them would know each other? Your city isn’t that small.

Noticing the pout still on Hoseok’s lips, you quickly add, ”This is more of a very recent development. We only met because of my, uhm, situation.”

The reminder darkens everyone’s moods and the sudden shift in the air is almost palpable. The pleasant smile on Seokjin’s face slips. Jimin’s expression grows sour. Jungkook sinks down in his seat, fidgeting with the silver rings on his fingers.

Hoseok lets out a sigh. “So you didn’t meet any of us under the best circumstances then.”

You shake your head, avoiding their eyes as you shift your focus back to the drink in your hands. You suppose it doesn’t really apply to Jungkook considering you met him in class, but in light of what you’ve recently learned, you don’t feel the urge to correct him.

You raise the cup to your mouth, thankful for the small distraction. Taking a small sip, you almost let out a gasp at the explosion of flavour on your tongue. The texture is silky and smooth and it even has a surprisingly pleasant faint aftertaste of roasted almonds. You didn’t think a hot chocolate could ever taste this good, but Hoseok has obviously mastered his craft. There’s no way you can ever go back to the powder mixes you usually pick up at the grocery store.

Jimin’s keen eyes watches you as you take another sip, a whine bubbling up his throat as he turns to Hoseok across the table. ”I want a drink too, hyung."

Hoseok levels him with a flat look in return. ”Go make your own if you want something Jimin, you know where everything is.”

“Please?” Jimin flutters his lashes, cheeks puffing up adorably.

“No.” Hoseok’s tone is final. Though, you swear you see the corner of his eyes crinkle as if he’s trying to suppress a smile at Jimin’s antics.

Jimin slumps back in his chair, sulking. ”Never mind then. It won’t taste as good.”

Seokjin parts his lips, maybe to ask Hoseok to reconsider or to ask him about a drink of his own, but before he can, the door to the shop bursts open once more.

Taehyung only makes it a few steps into the shop before he freezes in place, brown eyes widening in surprise as he registers who’s already sitting around the table. The cold breeze that accompanies his entrance makes your hair raise, goosebumps travelling over your skin despite the warm clothes you bundled up in before coming here.

”Taehyung, move.” Yoongi pushes him a step forward, grumbling under his breath as he drags a hand through his windswept hair. He looks up when Taehyung doesn’t budge, face growing pale as he realizes the reason why the younger can’t get his legs to work.

Jimin lets out a startled noise at the newcomers, and a glance to your right from where you’ve twisted around in your seat confirms that Seokjin seems equally as taken aback at Taehyung and Yoongi’s arrival. It almost feels like time itself has frozen as no one moves, a thick blanket of confusion settling over you all. The spell is only broken when Yoongi suddenly stumbles forward, hands coming into view from the entrance as someone grabs on to his shoulders. Taehyung turns to steady him, a puzzled hyung? falling from his lips as he meets Namjoon’s eyes over Yoongi’s head.

“Sorry, you know I’m clumsy.” Namjoon smiles sheepishly as he nudges them further into the shop, the door finally slamming shut to block out the cold air. It takes a second, but you can practically see the understanding dawning on him as he suddenly remembers why he’s here and why it should be odd that Yoongi and Taehyung are right in front of him.

Hoseok lets out a low whistle as Namjoon spins around to face the rest of the room, jaw going slack as he notices the rest of the people present. Hoseok snorts, a part of him finding everything that’s going on weirdly delightful. “Oh Y/n, I see you’ve collected the last of our little group as well.”

“You all know each other?” You say, voice filled with disbelief despite the evidence right in front of you.

“It’s a bit of a coincidence, but it happens?” Seokjin offers half-heartedly, but it doesn’t sound like he quite believes it himself.

“It is a small city.” Jimin murmurs, eyes trained on three men lingering by the door. They all seem to jolt out of their stupor as Hoseok calls them over, gesturing for them to sit down. There’s a strained silence as they find their seats, nervous glances and awkward smiles being exchanged across the table.

Namjoon’s stoic face perks up as he looks over at Yoongi, his deft fingers nudging his glasses up his nose. “Yoongi hyung, I’ve finally found the perfect literary reference for you to use in your next track! Have you heard about Jungian archetypes? –” Namjoon cuts himself off with a wince, knee jerking against the table as Yoongi kicks his shin.

You startle at the sound, hand flying down to your leg as it suddenly begins to dully ache. The sound must’ve scared either Jimin or Jungkook enough for one of them to bang their knee. You glance over at them; confused by the lack of response you would expect to see. Maybe they’re just trying to play it off because they’re embarrassed?

“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, Namjoon-ah. You can tell me all about it later, okay?” Yoongi fixes Namjoon with his feline eyes; the tense lines around his mouth enough to shut the younger up.

“Sure, hyung.” Namjoon nods, eyebrows furrowed as he reaches down to rub his leg.

You can practically feel someone’s gaze burning into your skin, and you’re not entirely surprised when you turn and find Taehyung on the other end. It reminds you of the first time you met in the park, of how his dark eyes were equally as intense then as they are now, like they can see right through you. There’s just something about him that strikes you as calculating, like he’s constantly trying to think two steps ahead, and you don’t quite know what to make of it.

You almost breathe a sigh of relief as Taehyung’s eyes shift from you to Jimin as the blonde starts speaking.

“I assume we all know situation at hand and why we’re here?” Jimin asks. He holds himself with authority, as he looks around the room, the officer in him really shining through. Even though the whole soulmate-thing still makes you uneasy, you’re happy he offered to take charge of the meeting when you texted him.

There’s a low chorus of agreement from the men around the table, displeasure clear on their faces.

“I’m not sure how up to date everyone are, but the letters and gifts Y/n has been receiving from her stalker has recently begun to escalate.”

Hoseok mouths a silent Stalker? to you across the table, and Seokjin and Namjoon look positively stricken at the word. You grimace, uncomfortably aware of how you’ve had to change the truth slightly every time to make sure they wouldn’t brush you off before you got the information you needed.

“Y/n invited all of us because we have either have a connection to her stalker, or have offered to help her find the person that’s behind everything. She’s brought some of the letters with her–” Jimin’s prompting makes you reach down for your bag, lifting the heavy thing onto your lap. ”– so that we can all look at the evidence we have so far and try to piece together who it might be.”

You don’t notice how the boys all grow deathly still as the different colours come into view, too focused on your task of getting everything out of your bag. You’re a little taken aback when you finally glance up to see how troubled they look, the colour having drained from their faces. But, considering how little you’ve really told them, they probably didn’t realize just how long this has been going on and how much you’ve actually received.

You stay quiet as Yoongi reaches out to pick up one of the purple envelopes, his mouth pressed into a firm line as he opens the flap and pulls out the content. One by one, they all reach out for an envelope of their own. The shop falls quiet, only the sounds of rustling paper filling the open room as the men around you shift through the pile on the table.

You see all kinds of emotion flicker across their faces as they skim through the different letters – horror, repulsion, anger. As the minutes begin to tick by and the stacks by their sides grow taller with more and more colours, you busy yourself with finishing up your drink. It’s lukewarm at this point, but any distraction is welcome if it means you don’t have to watch them be so openly disgusted by the things your stalker has written about you.

Namjoon makes a puzzled noise, eyes squinting behind his glasses as he peers intently at the letter in his hand. He’s clutching an empty red envelope in the other, the stiff paper crinkling in his hand as his posture grows tense. Namjoon casts an uncertain glance to his side, gaze lingering on Jungkook as the younger reads the content of one of the blue envelopes next to him.

The moment Jungkook looks up, Namjoon’s body seems to deflate, his hands falling to the table as he blurts out a bewildered, "Jungkook-ah, isn’t this your handwriting?”

A tense hush falls over the table. Jungkook chokes on his own breath, doe eyes growing so big they look like they might fall out of his head. He snatches the letter from Namjoon, pressing it to his chest as he stammers, ”W-what are you talking about? T-this isn’t mine!”

“Jungkook?” You whisper, stunned.

It can’t be him. There’s no way that the shy man that could barely look you in the eye the first time you spoke has been writing about how he would like to fuck you senseless in front of a whole club. It just doesn’t add up.

Jungkook turns to you at the call of his name and the terrified expression he sports does little to soothe your nerves. He must see the apprehension on your face, the dying confidence you have in him, because he turns frantic, stumbling over his words as he tries to salvage your friendship. ”Y/n, I-I can explain! I- uhm–”

Jungkook is panicking, eyes jumping desperately around the shop for anything that might help him. His gaze lands on the blue envelope in front of him, a light bulb going off inside his head as the dots suddenly connect. He picks the letter up, voice shaking with accusation as he points at Yoongi across the table. ”I-it wasn’t just me! T-these are Yoongi hyung’s lyrics – I saw something similar lying around his studio a few m-months ago!”

Yoongi goes still, his feline eyes widening as the attention turns to him. ”Don’t look at me like that!” He frowns.

He throws the purple envelope in his hand into Taehyung’s lap, hissing as he says, ”For the record, I wanted to approach Y/n in a nicer way. It was all Taehyung’s idea.”

“Hyung.” The disappointment in Taehyung’s deep voice makes you tremble. You think your heart must've stopped beating by now; you can’t feel it pumping, can’t feel anything but the ice cold shock coursing through your veins, immobilizing you in your seat.

Taehyung picks at the pink envelope in his stack, dark eyes locking on to Jimin. ”I’ve always known you're kinky Jiminie, but this is a bit much, no? Don’t get me wrong – it’s hot – but isn’t it a bit risky to offer to investigate yourself?”

Jimin crosses his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes. ”Of course not! I only came here tonight to figure out whom the others were, and make them stop disturbing Y/n. I’m not the problem here. And it’s not like Hoseok is much better! This clearly belongs to him.” He nods to the yellow envelope on the table.

”Isn’t it a bit too obvious, hyung? Your entire storefront is the exact same colour.”

Hoseok only shrugs, a ghost of a smile on his lips. ”Yellow is a cheery colour! I just wanted to make Y/n happy whenever she saw my gifts.”

He tilts his head in Seokjin’s direction, making the older man swallow thickly as he says, ”Orange is definitely from you. The letters practically have Kim Seokjin written all over them and you borrowed that camera from Jungkook not that long ago. I thought you promised Jungkookie to only use it to take pictures of your store, hmm?”

Seokjin’s neck flushes pink as he shoots Hoseok a vexed glare. ”It’s not what it looks like!"

Yoongi gives him a deadpan look.

“… Actually, it is. But at least I didn’t make doctor appointments in her name! This is an invasion of privacy, Namjoon-ah.” Seokjin shakes his head, tapping the letter in front of him with a slender finger.

“You just don’t understand.” Namjoon rubs his brow, grumbling under his breath. ”Also, it’s not like following her and taking pictures is less of an invasion of her privacy, hyung!”

“This is Namjoon?” Jimin snorts, ignoring them, as he leans over an open green envelope to read the contents. Jungkook, still wide-eyed but less panicked by now, huddles closer to Jimin to take a peek.

“But you text like a five year old, hyung.” Jungkook giggles.

“Texting is supposed to be quick! That’s the whole point; you use abbreviations and emojis to convey what you want to say in fewer words than talking!” Namjoon says, exasperated.

“You can still use proper punctuation, hyung.” Taehyung tsks.

This can’t be real, you think as you stare at the seven men around you, this must be a bad dream.

The empty cup you’ve been clutching on to clatters to the table, the loud sound snapping everyone out of their bickering. Your hands are shaking so badly it makes your whole body tremble, your breathing growing shallow as you struggle to push enough air into your lungs. The men around your lean closer, concerned, as they notice the mounting panic on your face.

”Y/n, it’s okay–”

You can’t tell who’s speaking, the sounds muffled under the roaring blood in your ears. You’re having a panic attack, your brain adds, unhelpfully.

You put your shaking hand to your chest, your heart racing so fast you can’t make out where one beat begins and another ends. Why is this happening to you? Why, why, why–

You flinch so violently that you almost fall of your chair as someone touches your arm, Seokjin’s hand hovering in the air as he looks at you, shocked at the strong reaction.

“Darling, calm down.”

Your head whips to the side so quickly you feel nausea bubble in your stomach. Namjoon’s blurry face comes in and out of focus from where he’s squatting by your side, the worried draw of his lips only adding to your distress. How did he get here? You tilt your face to avoid the brush of his fingers, the motion enough to allow the shop door to come into view. Your muscles tense, trembling, as your eyes latch on to it, your flight response lighting up.

You need to go. Get somewhere safe. Heejun and Jaemin will help you.

You never get the opportunity to run. The chance to bolt out of your seat is foiled as Namjoon places a heavy hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh to keep you still. Your heart plummets in your chest as the distraction is enough for your overwhelmed brain to stutter, allowing Hoseok to get to the door first. Your dread grows with each lock clicking into place, the final latch sealing your fate as it slides into place.

“Sorry, sunshine. You can’t leave before we figure this out.” Hoseok says, not sounding very sorry at all. He leans against the door, hands shoved into his pockets.

Hoseok’s eyes turn cold as he sees Namjoon’s hand on your thigh, jaw tense as he grits out, ”We might as well lay it all out. I’m not sure why the rest of you have been following Y/n around, sending her things, but I did it because I’m her soulmate.”

What?

Namjoon’s hand is the only thing keeping you in your chair.

But Jimin and Jungkook are your soulmates? That’s not –

“– possible! I’m Y/n’s soulmate.” Jimin springs up from his seat, eyes blazing as he stares Hoseok down. ”I’m not sure what you’re trying to pull hyung, but this isn’t funny. I’m already this close to sending you all to jail for harassing my soulmate like some lovesick fools, so don’t fucking test me.”

“What?” Jungkook mumbles, shocked, as he stares up at Jimin. He didn’t know, you realize. Somehow they hadn’t put two and two together like you had.

Jimin’s confirmation should send you reeling as well, but you don’t even have time to process it before the whole room explodes into a wave of protests and objections. Most of the loud voices go in one ear and out the other, your head too much of a mess to make sense of what’s happening around you. However, there seems to be one ludicrous lie falling from all of their lips that sticks, one that they all seem to believe in despite how impossible it is.

They all think you’re their soulmate.

None of this makes any sense.

First, you learn that there hasn’t been one person stalking you, but seven? Seven people that all seemed willing to help you get out of the hell you’ve been living in for the past year, only for them to turn around and be the cause of it? You suppose it makes sense now, why the evidence lead you back to most of them. But as if that’s not enough, they all claim to be your soulmate?

This all feels like one elaborate joke.

You thought you could maybe come to terms with Jimin and Jungkook over time, that you’d be willing to give two soulmates a shot once everything else had settled, but this is beyond you. This can’t be real. You don’t even know where to begin to unravel all of the hurt and disgust you feel about all of the trauma they’ve put you through, but one thing is for certain, and that’s that you’ll never forgive them for it.

“Enough!” Yoongi growls, raising his voice just enough to be heard over the commotion. It’s like a string snapping, how quickly everyone suddenly shuts their mouths in response. ”This isn’t going to get us anywhere. We all claim to be Y/n’s soulmate, so how about we each explain why we think that’s true?”

He doesn’t really wait for an answer, his pale hand landing on Taehyung’s shoulder as he continues. ”We first saw her at Filter about a year ago. It was during the morning rush and we were at the back of the line. Another co-worker bumped into Y/n as she was finishing up an order, and the drink spilled all over her hands. We both watched it happen, and we both felt the burn on our own hands. They stayed pink for about a day afterwards.” Yoongi frowns, glancing at his hand as if he can still see it.

Listening to Yoongi’s slow drawl is enough to calm your pulse minutely, just enough for the spots in your line of sight to gradually disappear as you desperately force yourself to breathe. Staying conscious and focused is your top priority, otherwise you’re never getting out of here. Namjoon, somewhat reluctantly, finally removes his touch as he notices your panic beginning to settle.

Taehyung hums, furrowing his brows as he thinks back. ”We panicked when we realized that both of us felt the soulmark at the same time, so we ran out of there before Y/n could see us react.”

With your mind a little clearer, you realize you actually know which day they’re talking about. You remember how hectic it was, how Yebin had overslept and you had to fill in for her, how Junseo was rushing to finish an order and in turn caused you to spill yours. It hurt, and your hands were raw and uncomfortable for a week afterwards. But, you don’t remember ever seeing them.

Jungkook straightens up in his seat, looking up from his own hands as if he too remembers the same day when Yoongi gestures for him to speak next.

”Ah, I-I had a shared class with Y/n last semester. S-she was sitting a few rows in front of me when she got a paper cut, and when I felt the same pain at the same time, that’s when I realized.”

You’ve had another class with Jungkook before?

The question must be clear on your face, because he grimaces, voice soft as he adds, ”I was always sitting near the back, so I don’t think you ever noticed I was there.”

“Jungkookie,” Jimin sighs, fingers reaching out to brush through his wavy locks. He seems to collect himself before he starts talking.

“I was out on patrol when I saw Y/n and her friends come out of a club. She was clearly drunk off her ass and when she fell and busted her knee, they didn’t even stop to help her.” Jimin snarls. ”I saw her fall and felt the pain explode in my own leg when she hit the ground.”

The fractured memory of that night makes you grimace. You never learned how you got home in one piece. Everything was a blur after you got to the club, but you can still recall feeling lonely as the rest of your so-called friends had a blast dancing and gossiping behind your back. They had proposed going out to take your mind off things – it was just after the soulbond had left you bedridden for a day and you had foolishly confided in them about your mark, but you knew even back then that it was just an excuse for them to pretend they were doing a good deed before ditching you early. You realized soon after that, that most people aren’t willing to get involved with other people’s problems unless it’s an easy fix. And a soulmark centered around pain was clearly anything but.

Namjoon looks outraged at the story Jimin paints for him, knuckles turning white from how hard he’s clenching his fists. He has to take a few steps back, distancing himself from the horrible thoughts running through his head as he works to calm his breathing. He’ll have to deal with those friends of yours another day.

“It was back when I split my time between the library and the branch at the school that I felt the soulmark.” Namjoon explains, once he finds himself calm enough.

”You know I can be a little clumsy sometimes–” He ignores Hoseok’s amused giggle. ”–and I accidentally dropped a heavy book on my foot. The shelf I was organizing hid me from view, but when I straightened up I could see through the gap and Y/n was clutching that same foot near one of the study tables. I wasn’t sure if it was just a coincidence, so I, ah, dropped the book on my other foot just to confirm that my theory was true.”

Namjoon blushes faintly, rubbing the back of his neck. ”I didn’t want to hurt you but I had to make sure.”

“That’s cute, Namjoonie. It’s very you.” Hoseok grins, patting Namjoon’s back as he walks back to his chair. He throws you a stern look as you shift in your chair, sending the message loud and clear that running for the door is futile.

“I saw Y/n at a charity event about ... nine months ago? I was walking around, checking out the other businesses during my break, when there was a commotion at one of the stands. I got there just in time to watch Y/n push her co-worker out of the way from a rude customer, and I felt the slap hit my own cheek as that woman’s hand connected with her skin.” Hoseok makes a face.

”Apparently she was upset that her order wasn’t free, somehow missing the memo that we were trying to raise money, not give it away. She was taken care of, of course, but no amount of begging could ever make up for her touching my soulmate.”

You hold your breath, heart lurching in your chest as you try to the remember the woman’s face. She was dragged away by the security guards at the event pretty much immediately after she hit you, but it was just a slap. If Hoseok 'took care of her', does he mean ...

“Fuck, did you kill her?” Yoongi breathes, stunned.

Hoseok makes an offended noise, nose wrinkling as he says, ”What do you take me for, hyung? I didn’t kill her. She was just banned from the event and got a lifetime ban from all of the businesses involved in it.”

Your relief is short-lived as Hoseok pauses, thinks for a second, and then adds, ”Plus, everything was too public. If she assaulted Y/n and then ended up dead a few days later, it could reflect badly on her. I didn’t want to put Sunshine through that.”

The other boys have the gall to look impressed, never mind the fact that Hoseok just admitted he was willing to murder someone for you. You dig your shaking hands into your thighs, clinging on to the fabric as the absolute delusion these men are truly under finally dawns on you. All seven of them are absolutely crazy, insane.

“I–” Seokjin barely gets to open his mouth before Jungkook interrupts him. "But you already have a soulmark, hyung! The timer on your wrist.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung adds, lips pulling downwards, ”You told us your soulmate died shortly after you turned eighteen. That’s why the number never changed, because they passed away 13 days before you were supposed to meet.”

Seokjin looks conflicted, pulling his plush lip between his teeth as he looks around the room. He releases a deep breath as his gaze lands on you, wincing as raises his wrist, voice hesitant as he confesses, ”It’s fake. The timer is just a temporary tattoo. I didn’t want anyone to know what my true soulmark was. It just seemed so complicated, how the hell are you supposed to find someone through pain? So I decided to get something to hide behind, something to use as an excuse, until I felt ready to settle down with someone with a broken mark. No one would ever take me if they knew I had a soulmate out waiting for me, not even if the chances of actually finding them were slim to none.”

Jimin makes a wounded noise, eyes a little glassy as he looks across the table at Seokjin. The others look hurt, whether it’s on Seokjin’s behalf or their own you can’t quite tell, but you have a feeling it’s a bit of both. Everyone in the room knows from experience how shit your soulmark is, and you hate to admit it – but you sort of get where Seokjin is coming from. There was even a time you considered it yourself. No one ever talks about how lonely it is when you have an obscure soulmark, with no feasible way of searching for your soulmate.

“I can’t believe you’ve kept this from us.” Jungkook says, voice thick with emotion.

“We’re going to have a talk about this later, hyung.” Hoseok frowns. ”But you still need to prove you're Y/n’s soulmate.”

“How am I supposed to prove– ow!” Seokjin hisses, rubbing the spot where Hoseok slapped him.

You jump in your seat as the pain blooms across your biceps, the jolt of pain enough to snap you out of any lingering panic. You’re just left feeling more and more tired as the adrenaline slowly exists your system. You guess there’s only so much strain your body can take before it starts shutting down.

Seven pairs of eyes fly to the spot where you’re rubbing your arm, the gears turning in their heads. Taehyung’s voice drifts across the room first, his tone not leaving any room for argument as he says, ”Y/n, close your eyes.”

You comply, maybe a little too easily, but you just want to rest your heavy eyes for a little bit. You’re not sure what to expect, the first few seconds of darkness a welcome respite from the chaos happening around you.

You flinch as it feels like someone pinches your neck, twisting your head to get a feel from where it came from. When another nip comes to your thigh despite no one touching you, you get a sinking feeling where this is going. Your leg jerks at the sudden pain, the world around you silent as if they’re observing to make sure that their soulmarks are real, and you’re not faking it. You try to bite your tongue as another flurry of painful pinches happen all over your body, but an especially hard nip at the tender skin of your elbow makes your eyes fly open, venom dripping from your voice as you cry, ”Fucking stop it!”

The anger ripping through your body is strong enough to make you feel woozy. You grip the edge of the table to ground yourself, blinking rapidly to keep your eyes focused as they begin to prick with unshed tears.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You choke out, voice cracking as you look at the men, no, monsters, in front of you.

“Baby, we didn’t mean to hurt you. We just had to confirm that it’s true–” Jimin tries, but the harsh look you send his way makes him reel back in his seat.

“No,” You hiss. Swallowing your spit feels like sandpaper grating down your throat. “Why are you doing this to me? Why have you been torturing me for over a year – stalking me, scaring me? Why can’t you all just leave me alone?”

Your eyes flicker shut as you feel another spell of dizziness, giving the group enough time to share a nervous look over your head. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Shouldn’t you be happy that you’ve finally found your soulmates?

Hoseok nudges Seokjin’s side, urging him to calm you down.

“Y/n,” Seokjin tries, keeping his voice light and gentle as if he’s speaking to a spooked animal. None of the boys have ever seen this look on you before, and it deeply unsettles him to see the pure hatred shining in your eyes as you struggle to look at him. ”I know it’s not the most … conventional way, but we never wanted to hurt you. We were scared too, angel. What if you rejected us? We just wanted to figure out how you were feeling.”

“I was just trying to be romantic.” Taehyung states, eyes turning frosty, as it seems to sink in that you never appreciated his gifts.

Namjoon scrambles to interrupt Taehyung before his temper grows, mimicking Seokjin’s pleasant tone as he explains, ”We can’t leave you alone because you belong with us, darling. I know everything must be very confusing right now. We still need to figure out how the logistics of this soulbond and how it works since we only feel your pain and not each others, but once everything settles, you’ll see how perfect your life with us will be.”

You find yourself absolutely speechless at Namjoon’s audacity to even assume that you want to ‘work this out’ with them. So what if they’re your soulmates? They’ve brought you nothing but pain and trouble.

“Well said, Namjoon-ah.” Yoongi says, a proud smile on his lips.

“So, what do we do now?” Jungkook asks, eyes shifting nervously on to the scowl on your face.

“Well, we can’t keep her here forever.” Hoseok frowns. ”And none of us have a big enough apartment for all eight to stay in.”

“You want us to live together? Hoba, that’s a bit much.” Yoongi snorts.

“What do you propose then, hyung? That we move her around from apartment to apartment every day? Do you think Sunshine is ever going to go along with that idea? And even if she did, how long will it be until she manages to trick one of us and runs? Just look at her, she hates us right now.”

Yoongi’s smile falters as he listens to Hoseok, understanding dawning on his features. He knew deep down that day you met in the park, that the terror and disgust on your face as you described the letters also applied to them. He knew, but he let himself get too wrapped up in Taehyung, in how the younger was sure you didn’t say those things about their gifts because obviously they were better than what those other unknown lowlifes were trying to woo you with?

Yoongi has always known that this wasn’t the best way to do things, but trying to win your affection slowly over time by writing you love letters just seemed so right. He was never quite able to put his finger on why. Taehyung having the same idea was surprising, especially considering they both knew they didn’t share a soulbond like they did with you, but Yoongi didn’t think much of it. Maybe he should’ve though, maybe that would’ve explained why not one, not two, but seven people all did the same thing. Maybe it would've explained why they all failed so miserably to win your affection.

Yoongi sighs. ”You’re right. That will never work.”

“I might have a solution.” Jimin grins, something predatory glistening in his eyes as he glances over at you. ”The station rents a cabin out in the woods about an hour from the city. We only really use it for a few weeks during the summer, so it always stands empty for months on end. We do patrol it every now and then to make sure no one has broken in, but I can easily take on that responsibility without anyone batting an eye.”

Your stomach drops as the rest of the group lights up at the news. Fuck, fuck, fuck. If they take you to the cabin then you’ll never be able to get away from them. And even if you do, who are you supposed to call? The police? That’ll just lead you right back to Jimin.

You collapse onto your elbows on the table, breathing heavy as the reality begins to sink in. You're screwed. You only wanted to track your stalker down to get him to leave you alone once and for all – you never expected that it would turn into this. It all just feels like a terrible nightmare you can’t wake up from. You have seven soulmates? Seven completely batshit crazy soulmates that decided to stalk you instead of just approaching you like a normal person would? What luck you have. A soulmate bond is supposed to hint at two souls being made for each other but you feel nothing but revulsion at the idea of being with them. You refuse to believe that this is correct. Someone must’ve made a mistake.

Your head feels like a stack of bricks as you try to lift it up. You open your mouth to speak, to say anything that might convince them to let you go, but your tongue refuses to move. It feels glued to the back of your teeth, stuck in place. You let out a whine as your vision begins to swim, blurry figures moving closer at the broken sound.

“What’s wrong, angel?” Seokjin’s voice floats around in your head, sounding like it’s everywhere and nowhere all at once.

Jimin frowns as your eyes begin to roll back, your body growing limper with each passing second. He’s definitely seen this reaction many times before, but it’s usually accompanied by strobing lights and loud music when he’s out on patrol on the weekends. Jimin reaches out for the cup you’ve been holding on to for most of the night, dragging his finger along the residue at the bottom.

He rubs the remnants of chocolate and white specks between his fingers, quirking a brow in Hoseok’s direction as he states, ”You drugged her.”

“You did what?” Namjoon explodes, shooting out his seat as he grabs for Hoseok’s shirt. ”Why would you do something like that? Do you even know what you gave her? If it’s safe?”

“Namjoonie, clam down.” Hoseok scowls, stepping out of his reach. ”Of course it’s safe, I did my research. I don’t want to hurt Sunshine. It’s just a strong enough dose to knock her out for a while.”

Taehyung whistles, impressed.

“What were you even thinking? How were you going to explain this if literally anyone else besides us showed up?” Namjoon rubs the skin between his brows.

Hoseok pauses, thinking, before he shrugs. ”I’m sure I would’ve figured a way out of it.”

“That’s … such a bad idea, hyung.” Jungkook admonishes, shaking his head as Namjoon lets out an exasperated sigh.

“It’s not the most ideal situation, but I suppose it works well in our favour.” Yoongi says. ”If she’s out cold then it’ll be easier to get her to the cabin.”

“Exactly!” Hoseok snaps his fingers as if that had been his plan all along, flashing them a heart-shaped grin.

“Never do this again, hyung.” Jimin warns him, scooping out the rest of the residue with a napkin. He balls up the tissue when he’s done, shoving it into his jacket for safekeeping until he finds somewhere safe to dispose of it.

”Also, you need to give me the name of your supplier. I can’t have someone running around selling drugs.” He wrinkles his nose.

“I’ll text you the information as soon as Sunshine is comfortable in her new home.” Hoseok tells him.

"Deal."

Jimin pulls out his phone, quickly explains how to get you there undetected while he fetches the keys from the station, making sure everyone splits up and drives there at different times as to not rouse too much suspicion should anyone start looking into your disappearance. He’ll do what he can to sweep it under the rug, but there’s always some threads that can’t be plucked.

“Jungkook-ah, you should carry Y/n to Seokjin hyung’s car and drive with them to the cabin. You’re strong, so in case she wakes up you should be able to subdue her easily.”

Jungkook nods, swallowing thickly as he takes in how your eyelids keep fluttering, still fighting to stay awake despite the drugs in your system working so hard to keep you under. He makes his way over to your chair, scooping you into his arms with a little help from Namjoon. He tries to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible, the little frown on your lips tugging at his heart. He’ll make sure you’ll be happy again soon.

Namjoon brushes a lock of hair out of your face, smiling at you serenely as your lashes flutter open one final time. ”I know it’s scary darling, but don’t worry. Even if you don’t like us much right now, you will eventually. We have all the time in the world, after all."

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-ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝-

parings - jennaortega x fem!reader

summary - after a long day of hard work, you remind jenna of who she belongs to (r being extra simpish of j)

warnings - strap-on sex, oral, gagging, semi-public sex, possessive behavior, p in v, anal

an - greek, i love you so. Enjoy this masterpiece of a request

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Jenna was beautiful, a work of art really.

Whatever higher power that created her, you need to meet and thank them with the upmost respect; you owed them.

She was sculpted to perfection, like a Michelangelo composition that has only been unraveled by you. Her skin was gorgeous, a blank, tanned canvas waiting to be bitten and kissed upon by your lips, and only your lips.

Jenna was yours, your private display of modern art, like a lost Leonardo da Vinci portrait that is stowed away from the public eye. She was all for you; to love, to care for, to enjoy.

She was so easy to ogle at, to drool over. Her complexity was so alluring that you didn’t even care that the paparazzi and her fans have a frenzy over her every waking day; it didn’t matter when you got to witness every inch of her.

Jenna was currently at the Golden Globes, dressed in a nude, Gucci wrap-dress that showed off her defined abs and eye-catching curves. She looked divine, a wonderful Picasso painting that just screamed to be idolized and looked at; she was beautiful, she was yours.

You had stayed home, per her request to keep you out of the camera’s flashes and your anxiety within large crowds; it was better that way. You preferred to watch her on TV, it was a more private way to essentially ‘simp’ over your elusive girlfriend.

You have been dating Jenna for awhile now, almost two and a half years to be exact. The time spent with her was glorious for you, she was the light in your darkness, the smile that made you feel all giddy inside; she was perfect.

“She looks absolutely gorgeous, don’t you think?” The Golden Globes interviewer quipped as the cameras focused on Jenna’s entrance, “I don’t know how she always looks so amazing!”

“Because she is from another world” you would always say. In your mind, she was: she was most likely a fallen angel from heaven, though sometimes her attitude could be picked out of the depths of hell. Either way, she was incredible, and so so divine.

“Her work on Wednesday was wonderful!”

“She really went all out with that dance.”

“Jenna Ortega rose to popularity so quickly, how did she do it?!”

You wanted to yell, to scream at the top of your lungs from your apartment balcony that she was just so damn ethereal and flawless, but that would would wake your grumpy neighbor from two doors over and you do not want to get into an argument with him again.

You checked your watch, squinting to see that the time was 7:30 PM; Jenna would be home very soon, just in time for your surprise.

See, as much as you loved to innocently admire her, you also loved to do it sexually. One of the many few perks of dating her, is that only you get to enact those intimate moments that people only get to dream of doing with her. You had been gazing and getting silently turned on from seeing her on the carpet, her aura always does things to you.

Hence why you had gone out of your way to get the strap-on, wear it, and wait for her to return home so you could relax her in the best possible way; fucking all the stress out of her.

The lock on the front door clicked, causing your head to turn to your open bedroom entrance to wait and see if she would walk in. Jenna’s heels clicked on the hardwood, slowly getting louder as she approached your shared bedroom.

Soon she walked in view, finding your eyes in a few seconds and a small smile making its way onto her face in that time. She came forward, walking around to your side of the bed and greeting you with a gentle hug.

“Hello, my love.” You murmured, pulling back to give her a sweet kiss.

She had changed out of her Globes dress, now wearing an adidas hoodie and sweats set, yet she still looked flawless. One of the greatest things you enjoyed about Jenna, is that she looked beautiful in literally anything; from wearing a mouthwatering dress, to being in lounge clothes, she was gorgeous.

“Hi.” She said, a noticeable etch of tension in her voice.

“You okay?” You asked, already knowing she was going to talk about how tired and overworked she felt.

“I’m feeling a bit insipid, but other than that i’m great.” She stated, stepping in between your legs as you sat on the edge of the bed, “How’re you doing?”

“I’m alright; you looked lovely in that dress.”

Jenna giggled, music to the soul, and her eyes closed as her lips upturned into a smile. A faint blush coated her cheeks at your words, and she leaned in closer to you, resting her head below your chin.

“Thank you, i’m glad you liked it.”

“I was still a tad jealous other people got to see you in it, but woe is me.”

“Oh stop it!” Jenna scolded, pulling back to playfully glare at you, “You know I would never do anything to provoke your insecurities.”

You smirked, standing up and backing her into one of the large windows that decked out in your bedroom. Usually the blinds would be closed, but you wanted the moonlight to shine into your sleeping space and create a wonderful glowing look on your bed, hence why they were open.

“I’m not insecure.” You mumbled, your face pressing into Jenna’s neck as you left little kisses on her skin, “I know who I belong to.”

Jenna hummed, shivering under your touch as your hand slipped under her shirt and traveled up her stomach to feel her ribs. Her skin was soft and warm, buzzing under your fingertips as she got all hot and bothered.

Her hand trailed down, feeling the large strap under your pants. A small smirk came onto her face as she slowly fell to her knees, her hands going to untie your sweats.

“Who do I belong to? Can you tell me?” You asked softly, watching her pull the strap out.

“Me, you’re mine and that is that.” She responded quickly before opening her mouth and taking the toy in. Immediately she began to deep throat the strap, a noticeable bulge appearing in her throat.

You sighed, watching her work for a moment before grabbing the back of her head and thrusting the fake cock deeply into her throat. She gagged, tears appearing as you restricted her airflow.

“I belong to you, I know that.”

You took her by her hair and pulled her off, kissing her forehead as you helped her stand back up.

“Mine.” She murmured, kissing your lips with a passionate force.

“Is that so?”

Suddenly, you gripped her by the hips and turned her around, pressing her against the glass so she couldn’t move. Your hand ran over her clothed bottom, watching as her hot breath spanned out over the cold window.

“Jenna, I think I need to show you, who you below to.” You said, pulling at the hem of her shirt and slowly sliding it up her body.

“W-why’s that?” She questioned, her back arching slightly as you tossed her shirt aside.

“Well after seeing you prance around in that dress, I feel like you just need a little reminder.”

Your thumb slipped into her pants, pulling the sweats down as she lifted her legs to help you get them off of her. She had forgone undergarments and was now completely naked, awaiting your needed touch.

“Wait Y/N.” The small panic in her voice made you pause your own undressing, looking up to see her staring down to the street below, “Babe, what if people see us.”

You chuckled, returning to discard your pants and shirt while adjusting the strap around your waist. Once satisfied, you gripped Jenna by her hips and leaned over her, your mouth by her ear.

“Then they get a lovely show.” You whispered before pushing a few inches inside of her.

A guttural moan escaped from her throat, her head falling forward to rest against the cool surface of the window. Carefully, you worked yourself into her, eliciting small huffs and whines from the both of you. She was tight, very very tight, and the tension in her body was not making it easy for you.

“Oh, you are so stressed baby..” You cooed, pressing your lips to her exposed shoulder, “I’ll fuck all of that tension away.”

She nodded rapidly, sighing in satisfaction when you began to slowly pump into her. It would take a lot of effort for you to get all of the days workload out of her, but you had enough energy and Jenna was tough, you both could do it.

Your hips met hers at a moderate pace, thrusting back and forth as you gently stretched her out enough for her to actually be ready to be fucked properly. Her plush walls gave in, the muscles relaxing and complying with you as she finally was prepared.

“Such a pretty girl.” You hummed before speeding up your pace.

Jenna moaned, a proper sound that was meant to come from her vocal cords. Her body pressed back into yours, her hands pushing her chest back from the glass. You didn’t like that, and gently took her by the back of her neck and guided her to her previous position.

“Stay, I want people to see how well you get fucked.” You stated before continuing your assault on her pussy.

Your hips went forward and back, repeating the motion over and over again while your hand worked on her clit. You pressed and kneaded, attacking the bundle of nerves while Jenna moaned out your name; music to your ears. She was tightening now, her velvety cavern squeezing the strap as she neared her first orgasm of the night.

“Y/N!” She moaned out, her hands clenching as she came hard onto the toy.

You smiled, gently pumping in and out as she relaxed and calmed down. Your hand slid up to her hair, pulling it slightly as you filled her up again.

“You did so good, my love.” You said to her, your hips slowly speeding up again, “Let’s see how long you can last tonight.”

Jenna whimpered, tears coating her eyes as overstimulation washed over her. Her brain was betraying her; she wanted you out but at the same time, she wanted you farther in, deeper inside of her. Coherent thoughts were not proceeding correctly, all she knew is that you were fucking her good.

Her back arched as you pulled on her hair, creating a better angle for you to plunge deeper into her. The strap was a custom order that you and her designed, its length almost 9 inches and its girth relatively big. There were fake veins and bumps on it that made it the perfect toy for you both to enjoy, no matter who was wearing it.

“Honey..” You called out, pressing down harshly on the bulge in her stomach, which elicited a cry from her, “Can I do something special for you?”

She nodded, her head drooping and weak from all the pleasure you were giving her. Your hand left her hand and slid back down to her waist, cupping one of her cheeks. Your thumb slipped in between both, pulling one aside to reveal her tight hole.

You had both done anal all but twice, and both were very odd experiences. The first time was planned, she had suggested it when you two wanted to expand out of your vanilla phase. It was enjoyable, both for her and for you as she had insisted on taking turns of who would be wearing the strap that night.

The second time was on accident, a very funny experience. It was dark, and you two were attempting to get a quick fuck in your closet before your guests arrived for dinner. Jenna was squirming and impatient, which caused her to literally ‘miss’ and instead shove the strap into your ass. Don’t mistake her though, she went along with it almost immediately.

“Relax for me, daring.” You mumbled, pressing your thumb against her hole and pushing it inside.

She groaned, naturally pushing back against you as a known reflex. Her hips rocked left and right, slowly taking your digit inside of her. That’s how you taught her to do it, slow and steady was the safest and easiest option.

“Cum for me Jenna, I know you want to.” You said to her as she clenched down, her juices coating the strap at your request.

“Fuck…” She mumbled, her breathing heavy and hot, “That was-.”

Her sentence was cut off by the strap slowly pushing inside of her, not giving her a second to compose herself. Her hole was being stretched and opened for you to abuse and plow into, and the way her body seemed to reactively let you in told you that it was time to get rid of some of that unwanted stress.

“C’mere love.” You called to her, pulling her backwards with you until you were both sat on the edge of the bed.

The strap was now buried inside of her, hitting all the desired places. She was breathing in a familiar pace to calm herself, letting her body slowly relax into you. Your hands went around to her front, one going down to slip your fingers between her folds and the other reaching up to squeeze one of her nipples.

“Ride me Jenna, you know what to do.”

Carefully, her hips began to rock back and forth, creating a simple rhythm that she followed to please herself. On her forward rocks, you pushed your fingers deeper inside of her until they were knuckle deep, feeling her soft walls encapsulate them.

“Ohh god!” Jenna moaned loudly, now bouncing on your strap as a means to chase her third high.

“Damn you are so irresistible.” You murmured into her neck, now kneading her whole breast with your hand, “I love having you like this.”

She whined, clenching on your fingers as she rode her desires through. Your hips were now gently thrusting up into her, helping her feel more impaled on the fake phallus. Her voice cried out your name, her third orgasm hitting her hard as she squirted on your fingers.

“Atta girl.” You praised, kissing her sweaty shoulder while removing your fingers and popping them into your mouth, “You taste good.”

Jenna laughed weakly, twitching on top of you as a reminder to eventually remove yourself from her. You kissed her skin again before carefully standing up with her and slowly pulling out of her, mumbling praises as she whined in discomfort.

“You good?” You asked softly as she leaned her back against you, her legs shaky.

“Yeah, I’m great.” She replied, turning her head back and up so she could receive a kiss.

You hummed against her lips, a small smile on both of your faces while you held each other. You pulled back for a moment, gazing down at her face in wonder.

“I love you, Jenna Ortega.”

She snorted, rolling her eyes before kissing you again softly.

“I love you, Y/N.”

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harrysmimi · 7 months

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Hey! I absolutely love all your work. And live to see the Desi representation in some of your work. I was wondering if you could do one where everytime H goes out on stage or interviews all dolled up, the reader does the kajal thing for the bad nazar. I just think H would be like soo bashful and cute about it. Love you.

Evil Eye

First off, thanks anon for sending in the req. I love writing fic where I can imagine myself in. I am glad you like my work. Ilysm. Hope you like this one too. I wrote it real quick in like an hour. Pls ignore the typos if there are any, or simply feel free to point them out I'll edit it. Hehe.

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Harry was getting ready to perform for BRIT Awards.

He was home. He was with family and the love of his life, about to perform one of his hits. This was going to be one of the happiest nights of his life, he could already tell.

It was time for quick outfit change before he went on stage. His girlfriend of six months was hanging out in his green room with him as he got ready, she was on her laptop working away at a couple of urgent emails she had to send out.

It was her day off, but she's been recently promoted as senior manager at her firm and they need her there more often than it seems to be. Harry was more than content with just her presence by his side. He'd gotten into a pair of black pants before his hair stylist was on board. He'd tried on the few different tops to go with it, his last try was a red sparkly piece.

"You look handsome!" He heard his girlfriend chirp from behind him, when he turned around he saw her looking at him like a love struck puppy behind her glasses, her face lit blue from her laptop screen in the yellow lit room. She was sat on the rug using the coffee table as her desk.

"Thank you baby!" He couldn't help but blush at the compliment he for sure hears a million times when he's working. It somehow felt so special coming from her. She just shrugged in reply. "Did you get a good news from work?"

"Yeah, I got the on-paper for my promotion finally!" She shared.

"That's amazing, darling, congratulations!" He was immediately walking upto her with open arms to engulf her in a bone crushing hug and a tender kiss she deserves so much. "It's more legit now, innit?"

"Yeah! It feels so surreal to be honest!" She chuckled in pure joy. "Enough about me, tonight is for you and about you. Are you excited?"

"More than excited actually." He dat down next to her on the rug. "Can't wait to go out there and perform already!"

"I can see." YN commented, "this jacket looks good on you." She leaned forward with her lips puckered asking for a kiss, which Harry was more than glad enough to give her. He took the opportunity to pull her over his lap, making her straddle his thighs with his hands on her bum.

"Though it would look better on your bedroom floor, along with this hoodie, I think we have a good half an hour before the show." Harry managed to mumble between his kisses on her mouth.

"No, not here!"

"No one's gonna come in, I promise." He urged her, hands slipping under the her (his) hoodie over her bare skin.

"Stop it tickles!" She squirmed under his touch. "No, no, Harry not here please."

He let out a dramatic sigh, "fine!"

"But if you loose the shirt underneath, I might be able to trick my aunty thinking I am staying with a girl friend tonight." She challenged him.

"Then you better get to convincing her, love!" He already took off the jacket so he can rip off the tank top he wore underneath it, being his usual dramatic self.

It is indeed a difficult task to convince YN's landlady, who also happens to be her aunty for letting her stay out. She lives away from her family in London, but she's got her aunty a parent figure in the city, which comes with perks of not paying rent but also cons like still following a curfew, typical brown family behaviour. But none the less YN have managed to trick her aunty into thinking she's staying at one of her friend's house, when in reality she is at Harry's.

Her family knows about Harry, they are very accepting of him. Though her parents won't be happy if they find out their daughter spent a night at his place for obvious reasons.

He was tackling her on the rug now as he tickled her more. They spent their time goofing around and poking fun at one another. In no time Harry was ready to be on the stage.

"A lot of people are going to watch you today." YN pointed on trying her best to make her boyfriend keep his hands to himself for now.

"Mhmm." He sounded stealing a kiss from her. He watched her wipe the kohl from the corner of her eye and placed it behind his left ear, "what was that for?"

"To protect you from evil eye tonight." She shared, "you're looking extra, extra, extra gorgeous!"

"I didn't know you were superstitious." His cheeks turned red in an instant.

"Look at you blushing!" YN cooed at his reaction which had him burying his face into her neck to hide his bashful face. "Awe! Harry you're so cute, I love you!"

"I love you." He repeated.

"Now go and sing your heart out." She encouraged him.

"Mhmm." He nodded placing yet another kiss on her mouth before he was off to the stage just in time.

The night was memorable as expected. Harry got wasted like usual. His sister had to take him to her place as he shouldn't be left alone when he's drunk.

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This is smth quick I wrote cuz I haven't posted anything sunce August. 😭 pls forgive me.

I love you. And pls lemme know how you liked it!

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Gender Reveal -P.G

I saw a video of a really cute gender reveal from a Chelsea player, can't exactly remember who was, sorry about that but I instantly thought of doing a cute gender reveal with Gavi so here it is. Gavi's aged up to 24-26, I don't see him as a dad while having just 18-23 years old

Summary: You are expecting your first child together and still don't know what gender it'll be. Xavi plans a surprise for both of you

When the team found out you and Gavi were expecting they instantly threw themselves to buy some pacifiers, diaper bags, sent you crib images thinking of the best one that would fit the baby, bib, onesies, high chair, stroller, you name it; you had it.

The little problem was baby clothes, most of the team were in a fight, wanting to have a little Gavira princess all around them, making them uncles, grandads and more, already making up stories of how to scare her future boyfriend's away. And, they also wanted a little Gavira boy (Without his dad's angry issues), to run around the field and take care like one more of them.

So when you said you wanted it to be a surprise they brought every neutral color possible: blue-red, yellow, green, white, red, blue-red, brown, stripped, black, blue-red. Let's just state that the unborn baby had more clothes than you had in your whole life.

While being with both of your families in a get-together at yours and Pablo's house, Xavi persuaded his way to surprise the both of you with the gender reveal, Pedri and Aurora instantly adding themselves up to it seeing as Pedri was going to be the godfather and Aurora was ready to be the spoiling aunt.

You were 21 weeks into the pregancy, your bellly was starting to appear when that happened. Aurora went with you and Pablo to your next appointment

"Do we wanna know the gender of this healthy beauty?" The Doctora had asked but before either you or Pablo could answer, Aurora had beaten you to it

"No, they don't. Auntie is the one that will know for now" You laughed as the Doctora nodded printing some things and removing the gel out of your tummy

"Well Auntie. Here it is, baby Páez's results"

She couldn't wait, she opened the envelope and you'll never forget her excited face as she started jumping up and down

"I'll be an auntie to a beautiful little precious..." She stopped talking

"Baby" Pablo said

"Yeah, exactly!" You laughed pulling down your hoodie and fixing your pants a bit, your husband helping you off of the bed

"Excited?" You ask smiling grabbing your things and waiting for the Doctora's recommendations and stuffs

"I fucking feel like flying" You smiled shaking your head "It's fucking awesome"

"Stop fucking swearing, my baby can hear you now" Pablo replied softly with a smile on

Now, you had 26 weeks into pregnancy, your tummy bigger and bigger each time. Xavi, Aurora and Pedri were the only ones who knew your baby gender, the males were excited and started jumping up and down around the pitch and hugging each other while laughing when they learned the news.

It was a Clásico at Camp Nou and Barca have won 3-0, goals of Raphina, Araujo and the other in the last minute of your husband, Gavi who dedicated it to you and your baby.

The hormones made you emotional and almost cried of happiness when you saw Gavi grab the ball put it underneath his shirt, thumb on his mouth, signaling you and doing your initial before blewing you a kiss, your mom, Aurora and Belén calmed you down laughing quietly

You guys were on the pitch celebrating the success of the Barcelona team, you instantly hugged Pablo not really caring if he was sweaty or a bit dirty with grass on his facce

"Congratulations, mi amor"

"Thanks, mi vida" He kissed your cheek "How are you? How's the baby?" You nod

"It's fine. Kicked a lot when the crowd started cheering your name and when you scored" You both smile as Pablo tightens his grip on you lightly "Baby already knows it's daddy is amazing" Pablo laughed

"Didn't give you any trouble?" You shook your head

"I'm fine, bit tired but nothing I can't handle. Hasn't stepped into my ladder, kidney, stomach or any other organ, so I'm fine"

"I'll talk with Xavi, tell him you're tired so he can let me go shower quickly and then go home" You shook your head

"You jus won LaLiga" You smiled "There's no way you are losing tonight's celebration with your team. I'm fine and you're not talking me or anyone else into it, sir" He laughed looking down at your tummy, one of his hands going to it caressing it on top of the "6" Barcelona Jersey, you were wearing.

"How's my favorite Páez?" Pedri came into the convo

"I'm doing fine" Pablo said

"Wasn't talking about you, cabrón; was talking about baby"

"Baby's fine" You laughed "And so I am" You exclaimed a bit scolding him

"Sorry" Pedri guilty-smiled opening his arms to hug you "How are you?"

"I'm good, a bit tired but good" You smiled "Congratulations"

"Thank you" Pedri smiled widely "Xavi has a surprise for both of you but first we gotta go and lift that trophy, Pablito" Pedri clapped your husband on the back

"Be careful" Pablo said kissing your lips repeatedly as you smile

"Will be. Don't worry about me" He smiled kissing you again before letting you go.

He watched as you walked back towards your families and stood next to your sister-in-law, hands on your tummy, smiling back at him. It was your turn to watch him lift the trophy with his teammates, wear his medal proudly and yell in happiness for their win. You feeling extremely happy as well for them and for your club.

"I'll go to the loo" Aurora told you as you nod

"Don't get lost, please" You said laughing lightly remembering the time she got lost while looking for the bath and had called you to help her, she pinched your arm and left.

You were talking with Pablo, your dad-in-law and with Belén, your mom-in-law when you saw a bunch of balloons blue and pink come out and so did a big grey box. Aurora and a few members of the staff pulled out a big sign that could read: Baby Gavira, boy or girl?

You laughed feeling tears up your eyes as Xavi called you over next to Pablo and gave him a ball

"Hit the target and the box instantly will open" those were Xavi's words as he make some space for Gavi to shoot, the Barcelona guys were all around you and some fans were also recording the moment.

"Ready, preciosa?" Pablo asked you looking at you with a smile on, you nodded excited feeling hands on your shoulders, looking behind you saw Pepi hugging you.

"Uno, dos, tres!" Aurora yelled and Gavi kicked the ball hitting the middle of the target.

The box inmediately opened revealing balloons and dust of a certain color. The cheers of everyone in the stadium grew louder but you couldn't process any of it.

You were too busy looking at the baby pink balloons flying around and the pink dust still lingering in the air.

The boys went to Pablo hugging him but he only wanted you right now, you felt his body crash with yours and felt his lips on your watery cheek.

"Te quiero" He said as you both cried a bit of happiness "Te quiero, te quiero, te quiero" He whispered against your skin "And thank you"

"Una nena" You managed to say "I love you so much" You kissed his lips but soon felt other bodies on top of you, congratulating you and hugging you both

"Princess Páez Y/L/N on her way" Xavi yelled making all of you laugh "Congratulations!"

"Thank you for the surprise, Xavi" You hugged him

"Gotta spoil my other babygirl" You smiled, the other boys came to congratulate you, your family and soon you walked over the grey box smiling and looking at it.

"Our little baby girl" You felt Pablo hug you from behind.

"I really can't believe it" You said still over the moon.

"Well, do it because I'm doing it. And soon, we will have another little you running around our house" Pablo fell in silence for a few seconds "...We have to take into account the fact that we still need to have baby number two" You laughed. Baby number one hasn't even born and Pablo was already planning Baby numer two

"Let her come into the world at least for you to then start planning the other" Pablo laughed

"She'll be blessing us with her presence, with her love, making us parents and more happy than we already are. Couldn't ask for more than what we already have, I love you and thank you so much" He finished his speech as you turned around to hug him and kiss him.

Honestly, you didn't had a preference, all you wanted was for your baby to be healthy but seeing the pink color made your mind instantly fly to places, future moments of joy and happiness with the two loves of your life, your baby and your husband.

You were already thinking how that babygirl would have Pablo on his feet, imaginating already the puppy looks she could give him and him agreeing to every little wish she could want, the fact Pablo would do anything to not seeing her cry. And not only Pablo but everyone in your family and close friends. She was already so loved. It warmed your heart inmensely.

You couldn't wait to have your little ray of joy, your baby girl.

"Baby Páez Y/L/N is on her way"

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twstwonderlandstuff · 2 years

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calling the twisted boys your husband/wife! [4/7]

scarabia wife supremacy idc idc I'm correct and right gender neutral reader! established relationship tw: none also jamil's part is a story than a drabble ;p edit: i am incapable of counting Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle

kalim al-asim

“look, look! isn’t my wife just so cool?! right, he’s amazing!”

as soon as kalim hears the words ‘wife’ and your adoration whispered to another’s ears, he pauses and feels his face burn. this isn’t something you see very often, you know, a blushing Kalim.

normally he’s very chill and casual about the pda and affection you give but when he hears your nickname… it’s something he totally doesn’t expect… but really loves! I’m sure he immediately went and bragged about it to Jamil like:

“JAMIL?!!? GUESS WHAT HAPPENED?!”

Jamil, absolutely deadpan: “oh noooo what happened? don’t tell me… they called you…?”

“THEY CALLED ME WIFE!!!! WIFE!!!!”

“oh, really? I never would have guessed from the yelling and shouting… hehe, kidding.”

“KJHFBAVKJSDFAKJSBVF IM THEIR WIFE OH MY SEVEN //////”

he’s SO going to refer to himself as your wife every chance he gets- so much so that some people are actually convinced y’all are married (which is happening soon! ^^)

jamil viper

“my wife and I, jamil viper, serve the Asim family household faithfully sir, I assure you.”

jamil wants to pull the non-existent hoodie over his head and it takes his all not to grow embarrassed at this very official meeting. you just had to mess with him like that, huh?

“what was that?”

“what was what?” you’d say, all nonchalant. “I was just introducing you, jamil, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

you burst into a laugh, and jamil groans, burying his head on a pillow. “I can’t believe you went and said that, at a meeting no less.”

you laugh, squeezing him in a side hug. “but you know, I do mean it.” you caress his hair, daring to press a kiss against it. “I want you as my wife, by my side, for as long as we live, and before you say anything, no, I don’t care if we’re going to be under the Asim’s forever, either. it’ll be you and me, and I’m more than happy with that.”

if you felt a stray tear drop fall against you when he drapes against your shoulder, you don’t comment, and neither does he.

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thewritingofspencerrose · 3 months

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criminology anon again. It is such a cool major and I get to learn a lot of cool things. Currently have an internship with an investigative team of detectives so pretty hyped about that. If you still need ideas, you would write about maybe the reader coming back from working on a case and it didn’t end the way she wanted it to so Jack takes care of her?

Loved your response to my last ask I ate that up !

Ah, so glad you enjoyed! And congrats on your internship, that's so amazing! I personally had the most draining day in uni so writing some Jack comfort was absolutely what I needed. That's also why it's definitely longggg, and it has some Luke in it too (platonic). Enjoy <3

(to make this blurb mild for all, i did not go into any details on the mentioned case)

Jack Hughes x Criminology!OC, Luke Hughes x OC

It had been a day.

Scratch that, it had been a week.

A week of being in another state, a week of meetings, a week of assisting on the investigation.

All for it to end like that. God it has been tearing at my insides since we walked out of that precinct.

Kev tried to help. She's been at this for a years, but talking to her on the plane made it clear that even for a veteran like herself this case was hard.

All I have been able to think about is coming home. And now I'm stuck outside the door, unable to take out my key and even unlock it. I don't want to bring this inside, home is my safe place and after everything I just can't help the feeling of unsettled energy sitting on my chest.

"Crim, you're back!" Luke's voice is what shakes me from my own head space, the nickname he gave me when he first found out my major making the slightest smile come to my face. I'm still tense, but I can't help but turn to face the kid as he takes long strides down the hall, his arms wrapping around me as both our bags fall to the floor. "We missed you around here."

"I miss you too, Kid," I whisper, tears already threatening to spill.

"What are you two doing in the hallway?" Jack's voice interrupts our hug, and I guess I missed the door opening because he's standing there, dazzling sleepily in grey sweatpants and the shirt of my alma mater on his body, having gotten it my freshman year. As if sensing my question, he smiles softly. "I heard both your bags hit the floor. You two are loud."

"You are so not one to talk," Luke groans, grabbing both of our bags and shoving past his brother with no real fire. Poor boy.

I'm still in the hallway. He's standing inside the doorway. And it's now that our eyes fully meet, his shoulders falling.

"It didn't go well," It's not a question, he knows simply from how I'm standing what the answer is. "Come here baby," He coos, taking my hand and pulling me into the apartment, closing the door as we move towards our room.

The lights are low, only the Christmas lights I strung up around the edge of the room during the holidays being left on as he coaxes me to sit on our bed. He doesn't say anything, ask any questions, just moves around the room in silence as he goes to his dresser, grabbing a pair of sweat pants and one of my favorite hoodies, his favorite hoodie, from his drawer and bringing them over.

"Here baby, how about you put these on and I'll go grab the ice cream and we'll see where we left off with New Girl, yeah?"

"Thank you," I thank, him kissing the top of my head with a smile before walking back to the door.

"You don't have to thank me for doing exactly what you do for me after tough games," His voice vibrates back into the room.

And it's with slow hands that I peel off my business casual and pull on his sweats, pulling my hair from where it was sitting on the top of my head.

Two knocks later, I'm already leaning against the headboard of the bed, quilt pulled up high against my chest.

"J, you don't have to knock to come in our room," I can't help but chuckle, although it's Luke's curly head that pops in first, his hands holding 3 soda's as Jack trails in, a bowl of popcorn and a bowl of chocolate strawberries in hand.

"Someone felt left out and wanted to join us," Jack explains, curling into my side as Luke throws his lanky body at the foot of our bed. Jack's lips meet the side of my head again, wrapping his arm around me. "He noticed how upset you were earlier and wanted to be sure you were okay," Is the explanation he whispers in my ear, my heart warming.

"Thank you for all of this," I whisper, Luke too distracted by the remote to notice our conversation.

"I'm just glad you're home, I missed you," He responds, shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

"I miss you too, babe."

"Hey, I'm here too," Luke grumbles, having rolled onto his other side and looking pouty. "Did anyone miss me?"

"No."

"Always Kid, always."

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ Your Favourite Gustav Schafer x Reader

(cute little fluff about our underrated bbg Gustav, reposted from my Wattpad <33 also Ik my posts have such a BORING layout but I'll come up with one soon enough. kisses kisses xoxo)

You stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your cleansed body. You tiptoed over to the Bathroom counter, giggling to yourself as you drew hearts on the fogged up Mirror. You slipped out of the Bathroom and into Gustav's Bedroom, pulling out your clean clothes out of your Bag. You were spending the Weekend at Gustav's house to spend some time together before the two of you went on a well deserved Holiday during Gustav's Break away from Fame and work for the next few months.

You got dressed and ready to go downstairs, stealing a Hoodie from Gustav's Closet and pulling it on over your comfy clothes. The two of you were going to have a cozy evening at home, maybe watch some movies and cuddle on the Sofa. You skipped down the stairs, a jaw-droppingly delicious smell in the air. Gustav was obviously cooking something amazing, and just by the smell of it you could tell it was absolutely mouthwatering. You felt your stomach rumble, already starving. You hurried down the stairs, joining your boyfriend in the kitchen.

He was leaning against a Kitchen counter, flipping through a book. His face lit up when he saw you, putting down the book and outstretching his arms to you. Without Hesitation, you ran into his arms. He hugged you close, his hands stroking the top of your head. "How was your shower Liebchen?" he asked. You replied, your words muffled as your face was against his chest. "It was amazing"

Gustav laughed, kissing the top of your head as you pulled away, still holding onto his hand. "There's a Lasagna in the oven, your favourite" he smiled, gesturing to the oven a few feet away from you. The Whole kitchen smelled of the Mouth Watering Lasagna. (You can imagine it being whatever food you want but I said Lasagna cuz it's my favourite) You grinned happily, leaning up to kiss your Sweet Boyfriend. He was always so caring and thoughtful, learning and making your favourite meals for you.

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You groaned, leaning back in your chair as you clutched your stomach. "I'm so full! God, that Lasagna was literally from Heaven" You had enjoyed that Lasagna a lot, and it made Gustav really happy. "Really?" Gustav asked, a wide smile on his face. You nodded, assuring Gustav. "Yes. The Best Lasagna I've ever had- and if I didn't feel so full that I could explode, I would have had even more" Gustav laughed, picking up his empty plate and yours to take them to the kitchen. "I'll be sure to make it more often, and I'll keep the leftovers in the fridge for you, Liebchen" He said over his shoulder as he made his way into the Kitchen. You cheered as you got up from your seat, helping Gustav to clear the table.

You also helped him wash the dishes, but the two of you ended up washing each other more than the dishes, splashing each other with the soapy water as you squealed with laughter. You both ended up drenched in water and Soap suds from the dishwasher liquid you had squirted onto each other.

You sat on the kitchen counter, wrapped in a dry towel as Gustav stood infront of you, carefully cleaning and drying your hair with a tea towel, getting rid of all the soap foam. You watched him, admiring how cute he was as he carefully concentrated on cleaning you up as you sat patiently on the counter, swinging your legs like a little child. Gustav's eyes met yours, a little smile forming on his face.

"I love you Gustav" Your Boyfriend smiled at your words, a faint blush on his face. No matter how many times you told each other those three words, it never failed to fluster him at least a tiny bit. He cupped your face with his hand, his thumb stroking your cheek as he kissed you softly. "I love you too Y/N," He whispered before sinking his lips onto yours again.

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Are You Gonna Feel The Way I Feel? (Are You For Real, Joan’s Sister?) | Ona Batlle

warnings: f for fluff

word count: 3231

summary: your friend, joan, introduces you to his sister and now you have two questions. the first, is she going to feel the way you feel? and the second, is she for real?

a/n: i think all of us united fans need some fluff today so here’s the fic that i’ve just finished writing, based off the song, cate’s brother by maisie peters, which i was beyond lucky to have been able to see live. this is also the very belated euros fic i always meant to write…

You’d never watched football before. You’d never quite got the hype surrounding it either.

But when your friend Joan, suggested you come along with him to England, to support his sister who was going to be playing in the Women’s Euro, you couldn’t say no. You’d never been to England before and Joan had promised you a good time. It would be silly for you to say no.

That simple conversation is when you first heard Ona’s name.

That conversation also led to where you were now, standing in the friends and family section of Spain’s first game in the tournament.

When Finland scored, you could sense the unease in the Spanish supporters. But what amazed you was how they didn’t stop cheering. They kept chanting and waving their flags.

Their faith paid off because when the game finished, Spain had scored four goals to Finland’s one.

Joan makes his way down to the barriers as the players begin to greet their family.

One of Spain’s players strikes up a conversation with you and when it’s over, you see the prettiest brunette standing in front of your friend.

‘Did you meet my sister?’ He asks and you answer, ‘No I didn’t.’

As you do so, you can’t help but check her out.

Joan had pointed her out to you earlier, telling you that she wore the number two and played as a defender.

What he had apparently left out was exactly how gorgeous she is. From her many freckles to the tattoos you could see, she’s absolutely beautiful.

‘Hola, I’m Ona.’ She says, when you take too long to answer.

You blush with embarrassment but reach out to shake her hand.

‘It’s nice to meet you.’

Ona smiles at you and later, when you’re not looking, whispers in Catalan to her brother.

‘You didn’t tell me your friend is so hot.’

Joan only shrugs and laughs.

******

You attend all of Ona’s following games. You ignore your friend when he smirks as you loudly cheer every time Ona gets the ball.

Ona eagerly greets you after each game. By the end of the group stage, the brunette fullback had gone from shaking your hand to hugging you and giving you kisses on the cheek.

After she plays and wins against Denmark, she asks if you’re free to have a coffee with her.

Joan snorts but his girlfriend hits him lightly to get him to shut up.

Ona looks at you hopefully and you grin and nod. The Spanish woman’s smile grows even wider and she can’t stop herself from hugging you tightly again.

You hold her slim form against you, not minding how sweaty she is. Being close to Ona gave you butterflies inside and you found yourself liking it more and more.

******

Ona meets you at the coffee shop near her hotel with a bright smile and eager eyes.

‘Hi.’

‘Hey you.’

‘You look amazing.’ Ona murmurs, stepping closer and kissing your cheek gently.

You blush, looking down at your ripped jeans and simple white shirt.

‘You look amazing too Ona.’

Now it’s Ona’s turn to blush and she shrugs lightly.

Seeing her in Spain’s blue hoodie and a pair of black leggings, it only served to confirm what you already knew. That you didn’t only fancy her like crazy when she was in a football kit.

‘Come on.’

Ona tentatively reaches for your hand and she leads you towards the entrance, where she drops your hand for a moment, only so that she can hold the door open for you.

‘Gracias.’

The brunette giggles at your use of her native language and upon hearing the sound of her laugh, you find yourself falling even harder for her.

You sit across the table from Joan’s sister, smiling at her as she sips her coffee a little too eagerly, resulting in her wincing and hurriedly setting down her cup.

She grins sheepishly at you and your heart goes, ‘Love her, she’s the one and we shall wed.’

******

Later that night as you sit alone in your hotel room, your head says, ‘Are you gonna work? Are you gonna hurt? Are you gonna last forever?’

You had always prided yourself on being independent, on being practical but you were developing feelings for Ona faster than you ever thought was possible. Your thoughts tell you that it’s unreasonable but Ona is just so kind and funny and smart. It’s so easy to talk to her and she makes you feel the most comfortable you’ve ever been when you’re with her.

******

You admire her passion for her sport, the way it so obviously shows whenever she’s on the pitch. It shows even when she’s off the pitch, in the way she studies how her opponents play.

Watching how her brow furrows in concentration as she looks intently at the screen where her game film is playing, your heart tells you again that she’s the one for you.

But you’re still scared.

Sitting cross legged on her hotel bed, you keep watching her. Ona had kicked the teammate whom she was rooming with, out for a few hours, telling her that she wanted to spend time with you.

She has such lovely chocolate brown eyes. The brunette is five-foot-five and she’s a little younger than you. She also liked to be fully prepared for her games and if that meant looking through hours of game film to study her opponents, she was willing to do it.

And you were willing to let her. She looks adorable when she’s focusing and you are more than content to just spend time with her. She was playing in one of the most important tournaments of her life and the fact that she wanted to spend time with you even as she did so made your heart swell with affection for her.

Five minutes later and Ona declares, ‘Okay. That’s enough work for tonight.’

Joan’s sister puts her ipad aside, moving closer to you.

She leans her head against your shoulder and softly asks, ‘How was your day hermosa?’

Your heart skips a beat and your cheeks turn red.

Ona hums and after a few moments of silence she lifts her head up hurriedly, ‘Was that okay? You’re not answering and I don’t mean to pry because Joan told me you can be a bit shy and reserved. I’m sorry-’

‘Hey. Don’t be sorry. I’ve had a really good day. It’s just that no one has ever asked me that before.’ You quietly admit.

‘Oh.’ Ona looks at you sadly before gently taking your hand in hers and running her thumb over your palm.

‘I’d like to ask you about your day every day, if you don’t mind of course.’ Ona murmurs, as she keeps soothing you with her thumb.

‘I think I’d like that.’

Ona leans over, setting your hand down so that she can cradle your face in her hands and give you a protective kiss on your forehead.

******

You travel to the stadium in Brighton with Joan and his girlfriend. You’re all nervous but upon seeing the confidence that Ona walks out with, your mind is set at ease. You can tell that it does the same for Joan because he squeezes your hand tightly.

‘She’s got this.’

******

For the next ninety minutes, you watch in awe as Ona plays her heart out for her country.

Her interaction with Beth Mead and the referee has you on the edge of the seat.

‘Come on Ona, don’t lose your head.’ You murmur anxiously.

Joan glances over but you barely notice, far too busy focusing on his sister.

A few minutes later, when Ona is tackled by another English player, you join the Spanish fans in their booing.

Then you remain standing, tiptoeing to look over the heads of the other fans to make sure that you can see with your own eyes that Ona gets up and is okay.

When she does, you release the breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

Joan really turns to look at you then.

‘You care a lot for my sister don’t you?’

With pink tinged cheeks, you’re answering your friend a heartbeat later.

‘I do.’

******

You grab Ona’s hand as soon as she gets close enough to the barriers. The devastation and still fresh tear streaks on her face lets you know that she doesn’t need you to tell her she played well.

Every minute of the one hundred and twenty minutes she had played showed that. It was as clear as day.

So instead, you say, ‘I’m so proud of you.’

Ona shakes her head but you refuse to let her pull out of your embrace.

It had broken your heart when you watched her lie on the grass, her arms coming up to cover her face as she’d cried earlier, as soon as the whistle had blown. All you had wanted to do then was run across the field to her but you hadn’t been able to so you were hoping to make up for it now.

‘I am so proud of you.’ You repeat wholeheartedly, squeezing her gently.

That’s when Ona breaks down completely, sobbing into your shoulder.

‘We were the better team. It’s not fair.’ She chokes out.

‘I know. I know.’ You stroke her hair and she cries even harder.

Joan puts a hand on her back, rubbing it soothingly.

******

You don’t leave Ona alone for a single second. From the moment you hug her at the stadium, to the moment she’s back in her hotel room, you’re by her side.

When Joan and his girlfriend leave to get back to their hotel, you stay with the brunette fullback.

Joan gives you a knowing look as you see him out, squeezing your shoulder and murmuring a quiet, ‘Gracias. I know you’ll take good care of her.’

When you turn back to Ona, you see that she’s still curled into a small lump under her blanket.

You sit down on the bed beside her and say nothing else, simply reaching a hand under the blanket.

Ona grasping your hand tightly in hers a second later is more than enough of a response.

You lie beside her, holding her hand throughout the rest of the night.

******

Ona wakes up when the sun rises, a smile forming on her face as she feels your hand, still in hers.

Sometime in the night, you had pushed the blanket off her face so that she could breathe properly. Worrying about Ona was apparently something that you were going to have to get used to now.

The fullback brings your joined hands to her lips and gently, she presses a kiss onto the back of your hand.

You stir awake and are met with soft brown eyes that hold the most affectionate of looks in them.

‘Hi.’ You breathe and in answer, Ona whispers a quiet, ‘Hola.’

‘You okay?’

‘Better now. Thank you for staying.’

You shrug, ‘I was happy to. I’m even more happy to see you smile.’

Ona’s smile widens and she kisses your cheek lightly.

‘D-Do you have anything planned today?’

‘No.’

‘Want to get breakfast?

The nervous expression she’s wearing makes your heart skip a beat.

‘Ona, are you asking me out on a date?’

The Spaniard’s cheeks and ears flush adorably, ‘And if I am?’

‘Then I would say yes. But I would however, insist that I pay. I need to treat my favourite player right.’

Ona sits up then, a soft laugh leaving her.

‘Vale, I am honoured to be your favourite player.’

******

Ona invites you to watch the Euro final with her. She had managed to get two tickets in the German’s friends and family section and she was anxiously hoping you would say yes.

She had gone on a short impromptu trip to Austria with Joan and his girlfriend, her brother’s way of trying to take her mind off the quarter final game.

You found it adorable how much your friend cared about his sister.

You had explored London on your own while your friend and Ona were out of the country.

The brunette had insisted you wait to explore Manchester till she came back though. She was adamant that she be your tour guide in the city she now called home.

Ona didn’t want to rush things, the first date had gone so well and she didn’t want to jinx things by having a second date so soon. But she just wanted to spend time with you. She had missed you so much while she was away, even though it was only for a few days. Texting and calling just wasn’t enough.

The Spaniard didn’t have to worry because as soon as she had asked, you’d said yes. You wanted to spend time with her just as much as she wanted to spend time with you.

And Ona couldn’t stop herself from excitedly kissing your forehead.

You giggle and Ona’s gaze flicks down towards your lips just once before she meets your eyes.

But it’s enough to let you know that the feelings you have for her are reciprocated.

It’s why you don’t hesitate to cup her face in your hands and gently kiss her.

Ona melts, sighing into your mouth and kissing you back.

Her hands reach for your waist, fingers sneaking under your shirt and brushing against your bare skin.

The brunette pulls back slightly, just enough to breathe before pressing her lips back onto yours.

The second time she pulls back, she closes her eyes and leans her forehead against yours.

‘I’ve wanted to kiss you since I first met you.’ She whispers.

You laugh softly and tell her, ‘Me too.’

Outside your hotel room is not the most romantic place to share a first kiss with the woman who could potentially be the love of your life but you wouldn’t change a thing about it.

******

Watching Ona jump to her feet, cheering at the top of her lungs for Germany’s players, you can’t help but smile.

Her excitement and joy are contagious.

The cropped white collared shirt and ripped jeans she’s wearing looks so gorgeous on her. The grin on her face makes her even more beautiful.

You were so happy that she was feeling better and that she had mostly stopped reliving the lost game over and over.

And again, your heart goes, ‘Love her, she’s the one and we shall wed.’

******

When a couple of Germany’s players ask Ona if she would like to come to their after party, Ona glances at you, silently asking if you’d want to go.

You give her a nod and the brunette quickly relays the answer to the Germans.

******

In the hours to come, you learn that the Germans really know how to party.

The alcohol and loud music play a large part in you getting the courage to ask Ona to dance with you.

Ona laughs, shaking her head and protesting, ‘I can’t dance. I’m truly awful at it.’

You have a hard time imagining Ona would be bad, let alone awful at anything but nevertheless, you plead, ‘Come on. Please. Just one song for me?’

Joan’s sister hesitates for a split second before setting down her bottle of beer and taking your hand in hers.

‘Just for you. But don’t blame me if I step on your toes.’

******

Laughing and giggling as you stumble down the corridor of your hotel, with Ona’s hand in yours, you feel like you’re floating with happiness.

Although that may mostly be the alcohol.

You’re both more than a little tipsy and you hurriedly tap your key card to open the door.

Ona eagerly follows you into the room and one moment she’s in front of you and the next, she’s letting out an undignified squeak as she trips and lands on top of you, on your bed.

You laugh breathlessly but Ona isn’t at all fazed, simply taking advantage of her new position and kissing you hard.

‘I love kissing you.’ She mumbles, kissing you again and again.

You respond happily, losing yourself in the feeling of Ona making out with you. The feel of her lips on yours is intoxicating.

When the fullback leans back slightly, you look at her with wide beseeching eyes that ask, ‘Why’d you stop?’

Joan’s sister caresses your waist lightly, ‘Lo siento. I just, I wanted to ask…Will you be my girlfriend?’

You freeze, looking at the hopeful expression on her face.

Her chocolate brown eyes are shining but your head is screaming, ‘Are we gonna make it, gonna break it when it’s now or never?’

Ona keeps looking at you, her thumb carefully stroking your hip over and over again.

The thoughts running through your head jump to, ‘If it’s gonna hurt, will it be worth it and will I recover?’

You must be taking way too long to answer because the Spaniard asks gently, ‘Talk to me? What are you thinking about?’

Your inclination to hesitate is overcome by Ona’s reassuring tone and it comes out as a tiny whisper, fraught with insecurities, ‘Are you gonna feel the way I feel?’

‘Are you for real, Joan’s sister?’ Is another thought that’s on the forefront of your mind but you keep that one to yourself.

Ona shifts her hand to your cheek, resuming her reassuring stroking there.

‘Hermosa, if you mean that your heart skips a beat every time I walk into a room, then yes, I feel the same way. I get butterflies in my stomach whenever you look at me.’

‘You do?’

It’s almost too good to be true. Here Joan’s sister is, telling you that she returns the feelings you have for her.

Hearing it from her own lips is everything you’ve dreamt of for the past month.

Your head and heart are telling you the same thing now, ‘Will we ever get together? We’d be perfect for each other. Will we ever get together?’

Ona kisses your cheek affectionately.

‘Listen, I like you so incredibly much. I won’t let you down or lead you on. I’m not like the others, I promise.’

The raw honesty in Ona’s voice is clear and you know that if she’s anything like her brother, she wouldn’t say something like this lightly.

‘How can I know for sure? It’s only been a summer.’

Joan’s sister tries to keep a straight face because even she can hear, from the tone of your voice, that you’ve already made up your mind. And it was in her favour.

‘Get a flight to Spain and you can meet my mother.’ The brunette says easily.

‘Really?’

Ona giggles at the incredulity in your voice. She didn’t know how else to make sure you knew that she’s serious about the depth of her feelings for you.

‘Really. You already know my brother and he loves you. I’m sure my mother and father would too.’

‘Okay. I’d love to be your girlfriend and I’d love to go to Spain with you.’

The big grin on your face is matched by the goofy one on the brunette’s.

‘Yes!’

Ona cheers and leans down to kiss you, conveying all her emotions into the physical gesture. It nearly overwhelms you, the joy you feel. It assures you that you’re making the right choice.

That’s when you became her only girl and now you date Joan’s sister.

Spanish Translations:

gracias - thank you

hermosa - beautiful

hola - hi

vale - okay

lo siento - i’m sorry

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