Pining Best Friend! Dick Grayson knows that he should’ve handled his little crush on you by now. But there’s something about you that he can’t just get over like he’s done with his countless other fascinations before you. He’s sitting on the couch watching TV with you. You’re so focused on the show that you don’t notice him taking inventory of your facial features in the dim lighting of the living room.
Pining Best Friend! Dick whose eyes linger a little longer on your lips than anywhere else. You have a shiny chapstick on, and the colours of the TV are subtly reflecting off of it, perfectly highlighting the peaks and valleys of your pout.
Pining Best Friend!Dick who is trying to ignore the way his chest aches when you turn to him and catch him staring at you.
“Dick, you’re staring.” You say, slightly cocking your head to the side in confusion. Shit, think of something quickly.
“I was just trying to figure out if you’ve always had that piercing. Is that new?” It’s a lie and he knows it. He is extremely aware of the small silver ball that’s tucked right under the centre of your bottom lip. It’s subtle, for sure. Most strangers wouldn’t even register its presence, but Dick has to consciously stop his eyes from tracking it every time you speak.
“I’ve had this thing for as long as you’ve known me, silly. You can be so dense sometimes, you know that?” You chuckle and poke his chest playfully, making his heart palpitate. You turn back to the TV and continue watching the show.
Pining Best Friend!Dick who remembers all the smallest details about you, and tries to make it seem casual when he gifts you the perfect thing at just the right time. You mentioned that your favourite necklace kept falling off because the clasp was broken? And he’s got a new chain for you the next day while your original one gets fixed.
“What? Don’t make it a big deal, I know a jewelry guy.” He shrugs it off. Although he doesn’t miss the way your eyes glimmer like he hung the moon when you thank him.
Pining Best Friend!Dick knows that some of his tendencies miiiight be a liiiitle bit toxic. But when you call him, gushing about some guy you’ve started seeing, what else is he supposed to do? He can’t just sit there and watch you fall for some guy who definitely doesn’t deserve you. So maybe he starts acting extra clingy towards you. Maybe he calls you when he knows you’re with the new guy. And maybe he bumps into the two of you when you’re out at a restaurant, making sure to put on a good display of just how close you and Dick are. He knows that your overbearing best guy friend scares all your potential suitors off, how can’t he? He’s stunningly handsome, successful, wealthy, and immeasurably charming. Plus you two have history. Any guy who tries to compete with that is only fooling himself.
Pining Best Friend!Dick does however, hate the part where you call him crying, though. Your newest fling just dumped you over text, said he obviously wasn’t what you were looking for. You’re so upset.
“What does that even mean, Dick, really? Like, could he have been more vague?” You whine over the phone. Dick can hear the way your throat tightens as you speak and it makes his heart ache for you. All he wants to do is play with your hair until your breathing slows and you calm down.
“He’s an asshole. I told you he looked like a total weirdo. You deserve better.” You deserve me. He thinks to himself. But Dick knows better than to say that part out loud. He can’t afford to lose you, even if the way your relationship stands right now is killing him.
Pining Best Friend!Dick doesn’t even realize how desperate he’s become for you until his brother points it out to him. You’re at a Wayne Enterprises gala, a few feet away, talking to Bruce. Your hands are moving around wildly as you speak. Dick can’t help but adore how animated you get after a glass of expensive champagne.
“You’re in deep.” Jason taunts.
Dick snaps out of his trance to look at his brother. “What are you talking about?”
“Every time you’ve ever brought her around, you stare at her like that. Like there’s nobody else in the room.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just trying to make sure she’s comfortable. You know how long these galas are.” Dick insists.
“Whatever you say, bro.” Jason pats Dick on the shoulder before walking away.
Pining Best Friend!Dick is glued to your side for the rest of the evening. And as the champagne starts to affect your balance, he does what any good friend would do. He snakes his arm around your waist, nice and snug so you don’t fall. The two of you find your way upstairs to one of the endless bedrooms in the manor. Dick guides you over to the bed and sets you down gently on the edge of it.
Pining Best Friend!Dick is nothing if not a gentleman. So he doesn’t hesitate to lower himself to a kneeling position in front of you, grabbing one of your ankles and bringing it to his lap. He starts to undo your high heel straps with surprising tenderness. He handles you with a delicacy that he only reserves for the most precious things in his life. He looks up, noticing by the flush on your cheeks that you’re still pretty buzzed. He gets you out of your shoes and places them neatly off to the side of the room.
Pining Best Friend!Dick reluctantly helps you unzip your dress when you ask him to. He tries desperately to hide the way his hands are threatening to tremble. And as soon as he starts tugging down on the zipper, it feels like the temperature of the room just rose by a million degrees. He’s sweating, and worries you might be able to feel the heat radiating off of him against your exposed skin. His head is just above the crook of your neck, and the perfect distance to get a whiff of your perfume from where he stands, which isn’t helping at all right now. He takes note of the fragile hairs that dangle from the nape of your neck and lightly brush your shoulder blade. As he works his way down, his gaze zeroes in on the trail of goosebumps that follow the spot where his knuckles brush lightly against your back. Good lord. He watches as you clutch the dress against your chest, stopping it from falling off in front of him.
Pining Best Friend!Dick hands you a small pair of sleep shorts and an old t-shirt of his. He tells you goodnight and quickly exits the room before you notice how tight his pants are right now.
Pining Best Friend!Dick heads back to his own room for the night, indulging in his own fantasies when he’s alone. In the morning, he comes to wake you.
Pining Best Friend!Dick finds you curled up in bed that morning, not wearing the shirt he gave you, but cuddling it to your face, neck and chest as though it were precious to you.
And for the first time ever, Pining Best Friend!Dick wonders if you might feel the same way he does.
A/N: idk about this one guys. I’ve been sick in bed all week and I just wanted to put something out for you hahaha. But it might not be my best work.
I lowkey headcannon that Dick is obsessed with lips? Idk he just strikes me as a guy who really likes to watch a woman’s lips as she speaks. And like, he’s always noticing your lipgloss or lipstick or lack thereof.
Anyway, I might do a little spinoff smut about what Dick does when he leaves your room?
Okay, my bf being obsessed with my own thick thighs started this damn thought so now I gotta make it everyone's problem.
Bucky has been pining hard over reader, but every time he tries to flirt it doesn't really land because reader is absolutely clueless! Reader just isn't used to that sort of attention. Reader is the team's little sword master with an engineering habit of trying to fix electronics...and mostly failing 😅 Okay, bare with me...Well, Bucky's arm has some malfunction and reader offers to fix it since all of the scientists are unavailable. He says yes, of course, and leaves her to potentially break the damn thing but he doesn't care. He comes back a while later to find her on the common area's couch, tools in hand, so focused, curled into a corner with Bucky's arm in her lap. He absolutely loses his mind when he sees his arm is gripping her thigh. Jealous over his own damn arm pushes him over that edge and has to do something about it. (Reader is so happy she fixed it for him too).
This idea is such a shot in the dark, if anything thank you just for reading through this long ask 😭🫶 I love all your work.
You were the only person in the Tower who could make breaking electronics look adorable.
Bucky always said it was because you were good with metal blades, not metal circuits. You were the team’s little sword master—quick, deadly, elegant. Just… not so elegant when it came to wires. Or screws. Or any panel that required more than “stab enemy, don’t stab yourself.”
But you were sweet. And earnest. And willing. So when his vibranium arm began glitching and the engineering team was off-site, you offered without hesitation.
“I can fix it,” you said with that bright, hopeful tilt to your voice.
He should’ve said no. He really, really should’ve. But he never could deny you.
“Yeah, doll. Go for it.”
And you beamed as you tugged the limb off, tucked it under your arm like it was a cuddly housecat, and skipped toward the common area.
He’d spent the next hour pacing his room and telling himself that even if you fried the entire vibranium interface, it would be worth it just to see you happy.
But nothing could’ve prepared him for the sight that met him when he walked back into the living room.
You were curled into the corner of the couch, tools scattered around you, cable ties in your teeth, brows furrowed in pure concentration. The arm sat across your lap like it belonged there, and you were so deep in your little engineering trance you barely heard him step in.
What he did hear was the soft mechanical whirr—the cleaned, smooth, perfectly functioning sound his arm hadn’t made in days.
Then he saw it.
His arm.
Gripping your thigh.
Fingers wrapped possessively around the meat of it, snug and secure, like the damn limb had a mind of its own.
Bucky stopped breathing.
He wasn’t sure he started again.
And God help him… jealousy flickered sharp and vicious in his chest. He should be holding your thigh. Not his fucking prosthetic.
“Um—hey!” you chirped, finally noticing him. “Good news! I fixed it!”
He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just stared at your thigh like it was the last drop of water in the desert.
“Doll,” he rasped, voice strangled. “What exactly… did you fix?”
“I reconnected the distal response lines and recalibrated the pressure regulators,” you said proudly, not at all noticing how red he was turning. “I was testing the grip strength and then it just kinda… uh…”
Your gaze flicked down.
The hand was still on your thigh.
Still squeezing.
“Oh—sorry, I didn’t mean for that—”
But Bucky was already crossing the room.
You froze as he crouched in front of you, metal stump at your feet, blue eyes dark and dangerous.
“That’s my job,” he murmured.
Your breath caught. “W-what is?”
His gaze dropped pointedly to where the metal fingers held you.
“Touching you like that.”
Your mouth parted, shocked—but not nearly as shocked as he was when you whispered, “Oh. I didn’t know you wanted to.”
Every bolt in his spine locked.
Holy—god—she’s serious.
“You didn’t—?” He huffed a laugh and dragged a hand through his hair. “Sweetheart, I’ve been flirting with you for months.”
“You have?”
“Jesus,” he muttered, eyes closing in exasperated affection. “C’mere.”
He took the arm gently from your lap, set it aside, then slid his warm flesh hand under your thigh—right where the metal one had been.
You gasped.
“That’s better,” he said, voice thick, thumb stroking slow circles. “Been goin’ crazy over these, you know.”
“My… thighs?”
“You know how many times I’ve tried not to stare when you sit like this? All soft and sweet and—fuck.” His voice cracked. “And then I walk in and my damn arm’s holding the spot I’ve been dreaming about.”
You blinked, cheeks blazing, thighs instinctively pressing together.
He noticed.
Oh, he definitely noticed.
“Doll,” he murmured, leaning closer, forehead brushing yours, “you gotta tell me to back off if I’m wrong. But… please don’t be wrong.”
You swallowed hard. “You’re not.”
That was all he needed.
His mouth found yours with a groan, desperate and relieved all at once. Your tools clattered to the floor as he hauled you into his lap, your thighs bracketing his hips, his hands gripping them greedily.
You moaned into his mouth when his fingers dug into the plush of them.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he breathed, pulling back just enough that his lips grazed yours. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
You felt it—hard and heavy under you.
And he felt the way your breath hitched.
“You fixed my arm,” he murmured, hands sliding up, thumbs brushing the soft insides of your thighs, “and I’m real grateful. But I gotta take care of you now.”
Before you could ask what he meant, he hooked an arm around your waist and laid you back across the couch cushions.
He knelt between your thighs, spreading them with gentle but possessive pressure that went straight to your core.
“Bucky…”
“Yeah, doll.” He kissed up your inner thigh, slow and reverent. “I’m right here.”
He pushed your shorts aside and groaned at the sight of you—already slick, already needy.
“All because of your thighs,” he smirked. “Knew they’d be the death of me.”
He dragged two fingers through your wetness and you whimpered.
“Tell me to stop,” he said softly.
You shook your head, breathless. “Don’t you dare.”
His grin was feral.
His fingers sank into you, thick and slow, and your back arched instantly.
“There she is,” he rasped, working you open, curling his fingers just right. “That pretty little squeeze—fuck. Been dreaming of this.”
Your hands flew to his shoulders as your hips jerked.
“Shhh, I got you,” he soothed, kissing the inside of your knee while his fingers fucked you deeper, harder, his thumb finding your clit with obscene precision.
Every pull, every push drove you higher.
“You look so good,” he whispered, watching your thighs shake. “My girl. My thighs. My sweet clueless girl.”
“Bucky—”
“I know, baby. Give it to me.”
You shattered.
Your thighs clamped around his shoulders, trembling violently as your orgasm ripped through you. He kept working you through it, praising you into the cushions, kissing every inch of your shaking legs.
When you finally went limp, he crawled up your body, kissing you slow, tender.
“You fixed my arm,” he murmured against your lips, “but you broke my damn restraint.”
You smiled weakly. “Worth it?”
He cupped your thigh possessively.
“Sweetheart, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
Hiiii can I request popular yandere classmate x oblivious reader, oh and can it be smut pleassee?
Thanks for your ask! I started randomly naming all my yanderes even if they are all one shots, I don't know if I want to keep it though. We'll see. This one almost fucking tore me to shreds, I might need a break after this. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
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Yan!Popular Boy X Oblivious Reader (!!SMUT!!)
!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.
CW: not proof read, yous/yours used, gn reader, there is SEX, sloppy lewd writing, yandere tendencies, reader is kind of silly here. (LMK if I'm missing anything.)
!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! MINORS DNI!!
It was the first group project of the year! You and three other people were going to be randomly assigned together to work on a research project about something or another. The first two seemed like nice people but the third was Atticus, your friends have talked about him before. Wasn’t he popular or something? When the group met face to face you finally understood why, he was funny, charismatic and quite the looker. Your group decided to meet up in the library and you thanked your lucky stars that it seemed everyone was working well with each other. The other two in the group knew each other and were friends so when one of them had to leave later on in the day the other one did so as well leaving you and Atticus the only ones in the group still in the library.
Without the other two here, people were more inclined to come by to say hi to Atticus causing him to get distracted, you didn’t care much honestly, you had work to do after all. You overheard a couple of the people who came to talk to Atticus talk about some sort of group karaoke and that he should join them. “Sorry guys, I’m still with my group partner,” he apologized. You looked up, “it’s all good, this is just the first day after all.” Atticus looked at you incredulously. “See? Even your groupmate thinks it’s fine. Join us, Atticus, the girls are asking for you.” Internally he was annoyed, he already said no and the least his groupmate could do was back him up. Were you really that stupid? Eventually though, he was able to convince them to leave him alone. But when he turned expecting to see you still sitting there you were gone. Your stuff was still here so he assumed you went to get more material to research.
Scanning over the library he spots you eventually, struggling to reach for a book on a higher shelf. He sighs and starts walking over to assist but it turns into a run when he notices that you’re about to get toppled by said books. He covers you from getting hurt and curses at himself because having books fall on him fucking hurts. “What are you doing?” He says sternly, “if you can’t reach something ask for help.” He gasps, some of his true self leaked out, his image of a prince type is over. “Dang I’m sorry, you’re right. No sense in getting myself hurt, thanks! By the way, are you okay?” Suddenly, his heart raced, he didn’t know why. It might have been the way you looked under him currently, or it might have been the way you accept his rough tone with you, but either way he was going to explore it, explore you.
The project goes by smoothly, you still hang out with Atticus since the two of you exchanged numbers due to the project. You found it really weird though, each time you hung out with him and his friends, his friends were never able to make it. You hope you’re not scaring them away. Little did you know that if anyone is scaring people away it’s Atticus. The more time he spent with you was like heaven but also hell. He loved spending time and learning new things about you but, fuck, why were you not picking up any of the hints and flirty signs he was giving you?! Like today when it was just the two of you again, you two were at the movies and he tried to get an arm over your shoulder. “Oh my! Are you cold? Here, you can have my jacket.” And wrapped him up in your jacket! Sure, being able to smell your scent was nice but that’s not what he wanted! To rub salt on the wound too, after the movies his friends spotted him and invited you two to join them and you ACCEPTED! “Oh sorry, were you guys on a date?” One of his friends asked. “Oh no, we’re just chilling! We’d love to join you!” You responded. He almost choked up blood.
He went to his last resort and feigned sickness. Worry etched your face and you apologized as you helped carry him away. He convinced you to go to his place since it was nearby and was a bit hurt that you agreed so readily, you were going to be in a private space with him after all. Arriving at his place you helped him inside, all the way to his room. As you wished him better and got up to leave he tugged your arm. “Wait a minute,” he says. “Hm? What’s up, need something?” He hugs you, “I… I need you.” Not sure what he meant, but feeling like he needed this, you hugged him and both of you stayed like that for a while. That was, until his lower half decided to act up. “Do you, uh, need help with that?” You ask, almost too innocently. His face flushed, “help with this…?” “Of course, a boner is a natural part of your body, you know. Though I also heard that boners don’t happen just because someone is horny though…are you horny?” Atticus felt the blood rush to his head, all he could do was meekly nod.
You were sucking on his member, he could tell that you’ve done something like this before but maybe not too often due to the slight hesitation you exhibited. Regardless though he never imagined you would have been so willing to do this for him, should he have asked sooner? The sight of your mouth wrapped so prettily around his cock, he wasn’t the type that was quick to cum but just because it was you doing this act on him he felt close. He couldn’t have that, so he grabbed your shoulder and urged you on to his bed. “Take off your clothes,” he instructs. You did as he told, he gulped, he wanted this for how long now? It felt surreal that this was real. He couldn’t help but use his hands to explore your body, groping, touching, feeling your warmth. Your breathing quickened, you weren’t sure why he was taking so long, his exploration of your body started making you feel needy. You were close to telling him to hurry but let out a yelp when he started to suck and lick on your chest. He worked his way down to your lower area.
“What are you doing? Is all this necessary?” You ask him. “Please,” he begged, “I just need this, won’t you let me?” You whimpered, this is good and all but all this teasing is something you aren’t used to. He sucked and tongue prodded you for a while, you said that you would let him do what he wanted but you wanted to release soon and his tongue wasn’t doing that for you. “Hey, uh– hnn!!” Before you could say anything more he inserted a finger then two into you, rhythmically finger fucking you. Making sure to brush against your g spot each time. You were so close and Atticus knew it, so he stopped making you whine even louder. “Why did you stop?” “Grind on my dick,” he ordered. Sluggishly you got up and did as he was told. “Don’t even try to insert before I allow you to.” So you rubbed your sensitive area against him, slow at first but even you can grow impatient and you’ve been that for a while. Your wetness making a mess and with your bodies grinding against each other a squelching sound reverberated through the room along with the heavy panting and moaning. “Soon please?” You begged. Atticus needed you badly as well so he pushed you down on the bed again and aligned himself before pushing in causing you to scream out from the intrusion. He jackhammered you silly, “fuck, fuck, fuck, please. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” he chanted like a mantra, “I need you so bad.” What followed was one of the hardest orgasms you ever had. He unsheathed from you and quickly went to your face marking your face all over with his seed.
After a couple of beats you asked, “hey, uh, can I have some napkins?” “S-sorry,” he scrambled to his drawer and took out a box of tissues. After you cleaned yourself up you asked, “I’d like to borrow your bathroom.” He told you that it was down the hall. You took your clothes and left his room, when you came back you thanked him. “Well that was fun! I’m going to head home now. I’ll see you later alright?” And left. He was shocked, how fucking clueless can you be?? He was going to make sure you understood that you were his now and he was going to move heaven and hell to make sure that happens, his darling.
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JJ is the undisputed star of the varsity soccer team, but he spends more time looking for you in the bleachers than he does looking for the ball. Every time he scores, he has this specific habit of tugging on his earlobe or adjusting his headband while glancing directly at your spot in the stands. It’s his secret “this one’s for you” signal that he’s been doing since freshman year. However, you're always occupied, cheering with your friends or checking your camera settings, not noticing that his eyes are locked onto yours.
In chemistry class, he's constantly leaning over your lab station, supposedly because he "forgot the instructions again," but really to be in your orbit. He'll purposefully mess up a titration just so you have to lean in and show him how to do it right, giving him an excuse to watch the way you focus. He'll leave little doodles of surfboards or soccer balls on the corner of your lab manual. When you ask why he's ruining your notes, he gives you that lopsided Pogue grin and says he's "adding some personality" to your life.
After every grueling Tuesday practice, he somehow beats you to your locker to hang a cold Gatorade from the handle. He knows you always stay late for your own extracurriculars and usually forget to hydrate, so he picks your favorite flavor–even if it’s the one that’s always sold out in the vending machine. When you eventually find it and thank him for “being a pal” the next day, he just shrugs it off, hiding the fact that he ran two blocks to the gas station in his cleats just to make sure he got the right color.
JJ’s hoodie collection is legendary, but it seems like he’s “losing” them at a rapid rate. In reality, he’s strategically leaving them on the back of your chair in the library or offering them to you the second the classroom AC kicks in. He loves the way his oversized sweatshirts look on you, and he never asks for them back. When you try to return them freshly laundered, he’ll make up some excuse about his dryer being broken just so you’ll keep it for another week, secretly hoping you’ll start to associate his scent with home.
During away games, he started a "tradition" of texting you play-by-play updates, claiming he needs someone to keep his ego in check. He'll send shaky locker-room selfies or photos of the sunset from the bus window, with captions like "reminded me of that one poem you liked." You always reply with encouraging words about his stats, completely missing the fact that the most popular guy at school is ignoring his teammates' rowdy celebrations to see your typing bubbles appear on his screen.
He's developed a sudden, intense interest in whatever you're passionate about, even if it has nothing to do with sports. If you're working on a story or a project, he'll sit across from you for hours, pretending to do homework while actually just listening to you vent. He'll remember a tiny detail you mentioned weeks ago–like a specific brand of pen you like or a snack you've been craving–and it will magically appear on your desk the next morning. You think he's the most observant friend ever, while he's losing sleep trying to find ways to make your day 10% easier.
Whenever there’s a school dance or a bonfire, JJ spends the whole night acting as your unofficial bodyguard. He’ll fetch you drinks, fend off the “Kook” guys who get too close, and make sure you have a ride home. He’s turned down at least half a dozen girls who asked him to dance because he’s waiting for you to realize that the slow song playing is his favorite. When you tell him he should “go talk to that cheerleader over there,” he laughs and tells you he’s exactly where he wants to be, even if it’s just sitting on a tailgate next to you.
He’s notorious for being a “bad student,” but he’s the only person who can help you when your laptop glitches or you lose a file. He’ll spend an hour hunched over your keyboard, his shoulder brushing yours, working tirelessly until he recovers your work. When you call him a lifesaver, he goes unusually quiet and focuses on the screen, his ears turning a bright shade of red. He doesn’t want to be a hero to everyone; he wants to be the person you turn to when things go wrong.
JJ has a habit of "practicing" his headers or trick shots right outside the window of the room where you have your final class. He knows exactly which desk is yours, and he'll intentionally kick the ball against the brick wall to make enough noise that you'll look up. When you finally catch his eye and wave, he does a dramatic celebratory slide on the grass like he just won the World Cup. You think he's just being a typical, goofy athlete... but one five-second interaction with you is the highlight of his entire school day.
The most obvious sign–that you still managed to overlook–was when he showed up to the end-of-season banquet wearing a tie that perfectly matched the color of the outfit you told him you were wearing. When people asked if he had a date, he'd look over at you and say, "Not yet." When you told him at the end of the night that he's "like the brother you never had," he just took a deep breath, patted your shoulder, and promised himself he'd try even harder on Monday.
Memories of your life before him have faded, and Taehyung is more than happy about it. He is the only one who can ease you back to sleep after your nightmares, and he made sure it stays that way.
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There is someone in your room.
It was a hot summer night and you just couldn´t get the heat out of your dorm room. After nights of troublesome sleep, you just wanted to find some cooling peace. So, after breathing in the air stuck in your room for the whole evening, you finally decided to open the front door. You just wanted to take a few minutes to lie down on the bed taking in the cooling air flow between door and window.
Until you suddenly jerk awake. The room is completely dark. There is sweat on your temples, but not from the heat. It is the kind that forms during a deep sleep you fall into. You just want to get up, turn the lights on and drink some water. But you are stuck. The more desperate you get, the more the realization hits that you can´t even lift your head from the mattress right now.
But then you hear a scratching from the small hallway behind your opened door. There is a presence in here with you.
You can feel it before your eyes have a chance to see. It´s long fingers have reached from beside you on the mattress. Your stomach churns at sudden sensation of skin contact. It grabs onto your wrist and drags itself up until it is right above you.
There is a deep, insistent drone from somewhere far while slowly it´s elongated body rolls over yours and winds it´s limbs around you. It´s body is right on top of yours now and it slowly begins to tighten their arms. Worry spreads in you. This thing will crash your ribs between its arms. You become aware that you can finally move your mouth and scream for it to go away, but it just growls back at you.
After a few moments you can make out words from the sounds thrown at you.
“…not real, wake up, Y/N.”
You are shaking and you realize your eyes were closed. When you open them, there is a bright light in your face, but it feels so warm and safe for you, it doesn´t hurt you.
“Babe, are you okay?”
You blink your eyes a few times to find Taehyung in front of your face, wearing a shocked expression just as you. When he sees you recognizing him, he takes your face in his hands and wipes away the tears from your eyes.
“Finally, you are awake, I didn´t know you were dreaming. I just came back and wanted to check on you.”
You are not in your dorm room.
He comes closer climbing on the bed next to you to give you a hug while continuing in a calmer voice, because your eyes are already tearing up again.
“There was someone is my room, Tae…they wanted to take me away.”
Taehyung patiently shushes you.
“I know. You were really going through it, weren´t you?”
He understands from your drawled voice that you were just talking about your nightmare. Even if you are barely making sense right now, he wants to appreciate the trust you give him.
“It was just a dream. Y/N, you are with me now. Nothing can happen to you now, everything is alright.”
He strokes your back in slow circles comforting you.
You manage to murmur something back, but the sleepiness hits you again from finally having his protective presence with you. Desperate for his closeness you cling onto him, digging your chin into his shoulder.
“Let´s go to sleep now, is that okay?”
Taehyung already pulls you up far enough to reach the nightlamp, switching it off before gently dragging you to a cooler spot on the bed. You tiredly nod and finally relax back into the pillows.
Strange, the position you are in is exactly the same as you were with the monster from before. You are so relieved that with him, this can feel so comforting. Thankfully, Taehyung is always there for you after you had a bad dream. With his strong arms around your body, you know you can´t slip away just like that, he would never let such a thing happen.
Taehyung is just as pleased with you. In the end, you have come to see that he is not the monster you thought he was. Sure, he has to deal with your frequent nightmares. But the alternative is having to keep up with your endless questions, pressing him about what happened. Confronting him day and night had been so much more exhausting. He was never going to let that behavior slide again.
Cregan Stark: ok sweet one are you ready to travel north?
Reader: Yes!
Cregan: Bags are all packed?
Reader: for what?
Cregan: traveling?
Reader: traveling where?
Cregan: ….
Reader: who are you?
ok she's clueless but not that clueless, though she would fuck around him by doing that before giggling and going "just joking, my darling. Yes, I'm all packed. I'm so excited to go north!"
Summary: You weren’t big on social media. Hell, you didn’t even care much for trends. So when you get a notification one day on instagram from a person claiming to be a global sensation, you can’t believe it. Months later, you still can’t believe your penpals with BTS’s good boy - Kim Taehyung himself.
Warnings: Hint at K-Pop stigmas, Angst, Anxiety attack.
!Discretion!: The views said in this chapter are not necessarily my own. Some things talked/described in this chapter are only to make this book better, and have more connection for their relationship. Nothing in this book is created to hurt/upset anyone. There’s a part in the chapter that kinda bashes BigHit. It’s only a part of the story, and not my own beliefs.
Notes: The events that are in this story can definitely happen in real life, BUT this is just a fanfiction and I don’t think these events will actually happen/are occurring. Anything in italics are Instagram DMs/Texts.
BTS ML | Index | CH 3
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The following day you felt super groggy. You rubbed the crust out of your eyes, then looked over at the alarm clock on your bedside table. You groaned loudly after reading the time. It's almost twelve in the afternoon, and you have to get ready for work soon.
As you stare up at your ceiling, still feeling tired from staying up so late, you smile to yourself. You stayed up so late because you were messaging V on Instagram until close to three in the morning. It was so weird how natural and smooth your first conversations went.
You talked about each other's parents and how you both moved away from home at a young age. How you both sometimes feel distant towards the people you love but would do anything for them.
You learned he has six roommates - I know a lot, right? - that sometimes drives him insane, but he loves dearly. He also lives only a town away in Seoul. You live in Hanam, so you could have easily met him in real life and wouldn't have known.
There were a few times you thought he would have lost interest in you, then exited out of the Dm's, leaving you on read. But he didn't. He stayed up with you until it the sun was rising, and you both realized at the same time, you stayed up way too late. Leaving the Instagram chat with sad good nights. You loved every minute of the conversation you two had.
You roll over, in bed, and grab your phone on the bedside table. You wanted to wish V a good morning, to be the first to entice the conversation this time, and we're hoping that he was feeling the same way about wanting to talk to you.
As you open up Instagram, you realize your hopes were answered because he already messaged you... multiple times.
secret_v (9:30am): good morning angel! I overslept majorly but it is completely worth it ☺️
secret_v (9:31am): I loved talking to you last night, and truthfully I don't want to stop talking to you
secret_v (10:03am): is it weird that even while I'm with my roommates I'm thinking about you? 💕
secret_v (10:44am): are you still asleep?
secret_v (11:20am): I don't want to come off as a creepy or anything... but I really hope you feel the same way I do... I just want to keep talking to you...
You feel your cheeks heat up as you read through the messages. You can’t believe how sweet and charming this boy is. You honestly feel bad now for oversleeping since he woke up so early and instantly wanted to talk to you. You have to commend him for waking up so early after falling asleep so late, though.
this_is_me (11:58am): Morning V! Sorry I overslept too 🤪🥱
this_is_me (11:58am): I don't know how you can wake up SO early, especially after falling asleep so late...
You thought it would take him a while to message you back, especially since it took you almost an hour to message him back, but his reply was instant.
secret_v (11:58am): lol I have to for my job... was doing something today that for some reason requires me to wake up REALLY early 🥱
this_is_me (11:58am): oh God I would hate that!
this_is_me (11:58am): luckily I don't have work until 4 today
secret_v (11:59am): the dog cafe right? I would LOVE that job!!! Working with pups all day sounds like a dream 😍
Truthfully, it weirdly always has been your dream. Your family never had the money to send you off to college, so you weren't able to become a veterinarian like you truly wanted. But luckily, you live in a beautiful country that has animal cafes all over.
You told V about your job last night after he ignored the question you asked about what he does for a living. Well, he didn't entirely ignore it. V said he works in the entertainment industry with his six roommates but left it at that. You didn’t want to pry, so you allowed him to change the conversation, at the time.
this_is_me (11:59am): I love it there! I'm one of the few that work in the cafe that knows English so they give me the best shifts
secret_v (11:59am): you know English????
secret_v (11:59am): why did that just make you 10X hotter? 😍🤤
secret_v (12:00pm): sorry... that was weird... I'll go die in a hole now... 😶
You both blushed and laughed hysterically at his last three texts. You indeed knew English, and it was actually your first language. But you never thought it was considered hot, though. Truthfully, you only really used English when either a tourist was talking to you in the cafe. Not even your parents spoke in English on purpose anymore, only in Korean unless they were mad at you.
this_is_me (12:01pm): DONT DIE!!!!! who else am I going to stay up until three in the morning talking to then? 🥺
secret_v (12:01pm): lol yeah... I'm sorry about that btw
secret_v (12:01pm): I didn't even realize it was three am until I saw the sun 😬
this_is_me (12:02pm): lol me either tbh
this_is_me (12:02pm): and don’t worry about it. Truthfully I think it was completely worth being tired today 🙊
You see V start typing, then stop, then start typing again. It ended up taking him five minutes to message you everything he wanted to say. Still, when he finally sent it, your eyes went wide with how big his paragraph was.
secret_v (12:07pm): honestly, Y/n, I love talking to you. You don't understand how hard it is for a person like me to do something like this. I can't even tell you the last time I talked to a girl in this way. Probably in high school before my life turned upside down in a fantastic way because of my career. I know it's weird that I have to keep a lot of my life a secret, even what I do for a living and my real name, but one day I will tell you everything, and you'll understand. I just hope you won't want to stop messaging me before I get the chance... if you're okay with that?
You realize what V's saying. There's a lot of his life he can't tell you right now, but he wishes he could. He wishes he could have a noraml life and just be able to open up to you completely, but he can't.
You can relate to this because, in a way, your ex made you feel like you'll never be able to have this. To have a person to talk to and want to see where it goes, again. To have someone, you have to learn how to trust, instead of only surrounding yourself with people you already know you can trust.
As much as you want to learn everything about this mystery V, you'll respect his boundaries. You're okay with waiting for him to trust you and waiting for the day that he's able to open up to you about everything.
It's like you have the same social problem, but for different reasons. Like you both just want to feel like yourselves, completely and openly, with one person, and you both want each other to be that person. You want to build a friendship with each other and feel that love you've been deprived of for so long.
That's why you message him back, without hesitation...
this_is_me (12:08pm): I'll gladly be your penpal V
this_is_me (12:08pm): 110% fuck yeah!
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~~ One Month Later ~~
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You wake up how you always do this past month with a DM from V that always seemed to make you smile and blush like crazy.
secret_v (9:01am): Goodmorning beautiful! 💕
You bite your lip and stare at the DM for a couple extra seconds. You've been talking to him for a month now, and you can't seem to get him out of your head.
Your stomach goes in knots every time you get a message from him. V is not exactly the type of person that texts you all day since he admitted to having a busy schedule. Still, he always messages you when he can and sends you good morning and good night messages, at least.
Most days, you'll talk about everything under the sun! Even though you still haven't gotten his name or even a picture of what he looks like, the messages are enough to make you let your guard down and want to talk to him.
this_is_me (9:30am): good morning V 🙊 Did you sleep well?
After you send him a message on Instagram, you know it's probably going to take him a while to text back since you woke up later than him and open the group chat with your friends. The second you open it, you can't stop laughing at the messages from last night.
Mara ㋛ (11:11pm): IT'S 11:11 BITCHES! I wish to get a man to me fuck into next week 😫🍆👅
Ky ☀︎︎ (11:12pm): Mara oh my fucking… go to bed!
Mara ㋛ (11:12pm): you know you love me 😘
To most, it may seem like Ky and Mara hate each other. That how they make fun of each other, and how their total opposites, would make them not like each other, but they were friends long before you joined them.
You only met them when you moved to Korea when you were 11 years old. Along with your parents and tutor, they helped you learn the language and helped you fit in.
It may seem like what Mara and Ky say to each other is harsh, but if someone else were to say the same mean things to the other… good luck not getting beaten into a pulp.
After you've read the messages from last night and laughed until your stomach hurt, you text them all a good morning text. 
You (9:35am): Goodmorning my beautiful besties 😊❤️
Mara ㋛ (9:35am): ohhhh someone's in a good mood this morning
Mara ㋛ (9:35am): did a Mr. handsome, sweet-talking, one look and your panties will drop, V text you this morning? 🧐😂👅
Ky ☀︎︎ (9:36am): it's too early for this 😴
Mara ㋛ (9:36am): shhh let Y/n speak! I want to like vi-curiously through her 😫
Ky ☀︎︎ (9:37am): Mara I literally have a boyfriend what do you mean lmaooo
Mara ㋛ (9:37am) yeah but you guys have been dating for YEARS now! The honeymoon stage is always the best when people are in a relationship 🥺❤️
You roll your eyes at Mara's last text. You wouldn't exactly say you and V are in the "honeymoon stage." You've only been talking a month, and you both haven't labeled what you are to each other yet. On top of the fact that you've never met, don't know V's real name, and don't know what he looks like!
You (9:38am): yes he did dm me, and no we're not dating Mara! were just friends
Mara ㋛ (9:38am): details details lol
Ky ☀︎︎ (9:40am): OMG GUYS! Did you listen to the new BTS album??!! 😻
Mara ㋛ (9:40am) YESSS! Map of Soul 7 is sooooooo good 😫😍
You giggle at your friend's texts. They're obsessed with the K-pop group BTS. You've heard of a few songs but aren't a part of "ARMY" as they like to say they are. You haven't seen a music video or even know what the "snacks," as Mara would explain them, look like.
Even though they live in the next city over, and even after every album releases, you don't look them up. Trends just isn't your thing. Yeah, you've seen the build boards, have a few songs in your playlist, and have seen magazine covers of them, but don't look long enough to conjure them up to memory.
And it’s not like you hate music, or their music either, it’s just never been your thing to get obsessed with a band.
When you were about to text in the group chat again, to tease your friends on how obsessed they are with BTS, you get a notification from Instagram.
*message from secret_v*
You smile at the notification and immediately open it up. But, your smile falls when you see what the message says.
secret_v (9:41am): I slept good angel… but sadly I have some bad news
this_is_me (9:41am): oh God I'm scared… are you okay? 🥺
secret_v (9:41am): I’m fine
secrets_v (9:42am): actually I'm not good at all. I'm really fucking pissed. I can't have this Instagram anymore because someone figured out I made it so I won't be able to message you on here anymore
You read his message a couple times and feel your chest tighten. You're not sure if it is from anger, sadness, or both. As much as you respect his boundaries, you don't understand why it's such a big deal for his identity to be a secret, to the point he can’t have an Instagram. 
this_is_me (9:43am): No V! I love talking to you too and I feel like we just started to get to know each other
secret_v (9:43am): I know it’s fucking ridiculous! But that's just how the company works
You back up from your phone and stare at one word…. Company.
He's never told you why he can't tell you certain things about himself. You never wanted to be pushy, but he probably revealed something about himself that he didn't mean to. But that little bit of information - that reveals a lot - just makes you more confused.
What company doesn't allow their employers to have personal social media? What company doesn't allow their employers to date or even make friends on social media? It just doesn't make sense to you, and it's honestly starting to annoy you how much you really don't know.
this_is_me (9:45am): company? What company?
secret_v (9:45am): FUCKKK I didn't mean to say that
secret_v (9:45am): just forget about it Y/n. I'm sorry. I really wish there was something I could do, but we can't talk on here anymore.
That's when you realize… he said you can't talk on here. Meaning Instagram. He didn't say anything about phone numbers.
this_is_me (9:45am): WAIT WAIT ✋✋
this_is_me (9:45am): what if you give me your phone number?????
this_is_me (9:45am): do they care about who's phone numbers you have?
You watch V go from typing, to not typing, to typing again. You wait patiently on your Instagram DMs to wait for his text. You feel your eyes become dry because you haven't blinked in a couple seconds. You, too entranced with the screen, waiting for him to message you back.
secret_v (9:50am): Idk
Idk? I don't know? I DON'T KNOW?!
You want to throw your phone because you are so frustrated. Maybe this guy has been playing with your emotions the entire time. Maybe all his sweet words and promises were just that, words. Like you mean absolutely nothing to him. Like this past month, texting every day, and hoping for there to come a day where you to meet, was something to just pass the time.
You get it if someone has trust issues, and for awhile that’s why you thought V wasn’t telling you certain things, but now you know the truth. And it pisses you off.
You hate yourself for the next thing you say. If it were any other circumstance, you probably wouldn't have said what you said. You wouldn't have blindly sent, basically, a stranger the following few words.
this_is_me (9:46am): IDK? You know what, you make the decision. This "company" or what the fuck ever does not control your life. If this past month was really for nothing, or if you actually want to talk to me, then text me because now that I know the truth idk what you want from me anymore (888)888-8888
The second you pressed send on that message, you instantly regretted it. Not so much the words, but definitely the numbers at the end.
Your phone number…
You log out of Instagram and throw your phone across the bed. Watching the cellular device slide on your comforter and eventually fall on the floor. Your ears begins to ring, and you feel like you can't breathe.
You just sent your phone number to someone you don't know. You've never done that before. Even when guys would flirt and ask for your number, no matter how cute they were, you didn't give them it. To scared from all the horror stories about people tracking phone numbers and kidnapping those you trusted a stranger enough to give it to them.
You wrap your blanket around you like it will protect you from your own stupid actions. But even as you shake in fear, you also can't believe how angry you were at V saying he can't talk to you anymore.
You were the person to suggest texting instead of DM-ing, but that fact doesn't stop your heart from racing. What did you expect, though? Him to send you his number first, and that will make it all okay?
You press your fingers to the side of your forehead, rubbing circles, hoping it will relieve whatever tension is there.
The rest of the day, you stayed logged off of Instagram. You only looked at your phone when Mara or Ky texted you.
Every time your phone went off, you thought it would be V finally putting the phone number you gave him to some use. But unfortunately, it was not him, and it made your stomach go in knots for the simple fact he didn't do just that. Text you. He just had your phone number for no reason.
Mara was the one to text you in a private text, outside of the group chat you guys made several years ago.
Mara ㋛ (6:45pm): Any news on V?
You (6:45pm): noPe 😔
Mara ㋛ (6:45pm): THAT'S IT!
Mara ㋛ (6:45pm): I'm coming over
You (6:45pm): wait what ✋
You (6:55pm): you don't need to do that! I promise I'm okay
You (6:57pm): you don't need to come over
You (7:00pm): MARA??????
But you know whatever you say won't change Mara's mind. Twenty minutes later, you hear a knock at the door.
You sigh to yourself when you realize it was pretty useless to repeatedly try and text her. You walk to the front door of your home and open the door to see Mara leaning against the door opening.
"Sup, baby girl."
Mara walks inside and doesn't even wait for you to invite her in. She takes her shoes off, and places her bright green purse on the kitchen table, then sits down on the couch you were just sitting on. She pats the cushion next to her, asking you silently to come to sit down.
You sigh once, then close the front door. You walk over to Mara and sit next to her. When you look over at her, she’s already staring at you intensely. Waiting for you to spill your guts and tell her all about the thought’s swirling in your mind right now.
Her dark brown eyes, surrounded by blue and black eyeshadow, that match her bright blue fake hair in a bun on top of her head, are filled with intelligence because instead of asking you what's wrong, she already knows why you're being so gloomy today.
"Soooo he can't message you anymore. Stop worrying about it, girlfriend. It's just one guy. There will be another."
"But what if he's-"
Mara put up her hand to stop you from explaining what else was bothering you. After you calmed your racing heart from earlier, you texted in the group chat about being scared you just gave your number to your future murder.
"We both know that's not what's truly bothering you. Yes, V could be a mass murder that whats to kidnap you and make you his sex slave… but come on now, Y/n. You've been talking to him for what - a month now, and I could see it all over your face that you're sad about the simple fact that you can't talk to him anymore."
You don't say anything back because Mara already knows she's right. Yes, the prospect of giving your number to a stranger is what bothered you initially. But now that your anxiety has calmed down, your heart is aching.
Mara nods her head in understanding and looks down at the phone in your hand.
"Have you checked to see if he messaged you?"
"No… I'm too scared to look."
Mara puckers her lips and squints at you. She glances at your phone again with mischief in her eyes. Without warning, she snatches your phone and runs to your bathroom with it. You jump up from the couch and run after her, but Mara did track in high school, so there was no way you could catch her in time.
The bathroom door slammed shut, and your body hit against it. It budged for a second, but while you were catching your balance, Mara shut it again and locked it.
"Mara! This isn't funny! Give me back my phone!"
Mara doesn’t budge though, just like the door. You huff in defeat, and instead of trying to break down the door, press your ear against the door to try and hear what she’s doing.
“Your password is still cuddle-puddle? Real creative, Y/n.”
You roll your eyes, but don't say anything to her insult against the password you created for Instagram years ago when you first made the account. You hear her manicured fingers type on your phone. After a moment, the bathroom becomes silent. Nothing but Mara’s breathing can be heard.
You're anxiety from there being no sound starts to eat at you. Even though it was hard for you to open the app before, you also want to know what V said to your message about the phone number.
“W-what did he say?”
Another moment of silence, then Mara opens the door. You back up to let her step into the hallway with you. Her face is blank, but you see slight confusion in her eyes.
“Well... what did V say?”
You were staring to get antsy. It's not like you to feel inpatient, but Mara wasn't giving you any hints of what was on your phone or what he said.
“He didn’t say anything-” Your face fell. “He just read it then, um...”
Mara scratches the back of her head, nervously. You step closer to her, not to intimidate her, but show that you want her to just be straight with you and tell you what it is making her so nervous.
“Okay, I’m just going to say it. V deleted the account.”
