pairing. yandere!kim minjeong x gender!neutral!reader
synopsis. at a busy college campus, one small meeting changes everything. kim minjeong is happy with her girlfriend yu jimin. she thinks the two of them will stay together forever—until she meets someone from karina's past. what starts as simple curiosity slowly grows into something deeper and darker, consuming minjeong and threatening the happiness of everyone around her.
genre. written series, non!idol!winter, thriller, strangers to (?) to (?)
warnings. dark themes (stalking, manipulation, obsession, violence, blood, etc.), sexual content (aka smut), mentions of suicide and drug/alcohol use, cheating, implied death.
authors note. made reader gn so everyone could enjoy this. i was listening to tyler and my fingers just started moving???!! that was scary... gif made by me!!
𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵— y/n’s worked hard to get where she is. as a young music producer/singer-songwriter bouncing between the us and korea, working with some of the biggest names in the industry, she’s managed to carve out a career most people only dream about. but while her work is out there for everyone to hear, her personal life? not so much. she’s managed to keep that part of herself under wraps, especially since she doesn’t really have one. her job keeps her constantly on the go, and when she’s not working on music, she’s spending time with her family in korea.
karina, the leader of aespa, is about to make a huge comeback with their new mini album, produced and written by the one and only y/n. the pressure is on, not just for karina but for the entire group, as they aim to deliver something that’ll blow everyone away. with long hours and constant rehearsals, it feels like the world is watching their every move. karina knows this is the opportunity of a lifetime, and she has to nail it. the only problem is, she may be a bit distracted by her producer.
something about their connection feels different—like maybe it's worth the risk of prying eyes. but how much will they give up to chase after what they want?
𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲— written series with extra social media content, idol x international artist!reader, fluff, angst, smut.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀— g!p reader, cursing, mature themes, eventual explicit sex, alcohol and drug use.
𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲— i'm excited guys... i hope you enjoy this series 🫣! also, in the social media chapters i'll be using k0ng_1 on instagram to portray reader so beware! ALSO! ALSO, karina and your hat will be a bit repetitive (it means a lot to her… you’ll understand when you read.)
Madison Beer x Fem! Reader fluff. Like a date at the park or a library?
“MY FAVORITE” - madison beer
summary: you and madison have a date in the library, according to you.
words: 1.4k
warnings: fem!reader, established!relationship, fluff, and let me know if there's more!
notes: can you tell i suck at summaries?
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stressed didn't even begin to describe how you felt at that moment. cramped in the corner of your university's library, headphones blasting baby by the love of your life, you were surrounded by a fortress of open textbooks and your laptop.
with finals looming just a month away, your days were a blur of nonstop studying, leaving little room for anything else. the only thing keeping you going was the thought of christmas break, when you'd finally get to hear your girlfriend sing her songs to you in person.
madison had been on tour for months, and you'd been buried in coursework, meaning it had been far too long since you'd last seen her. even thanksgiving had passed without her, which had been a tough blow considering how much you'd been looking forward to spending it together.
just as you were about to dive back into your notes, your phone buzzed on the table. you glanced at the screen and smiled instantly—a selfie of madison popped up, her face glowing even through the tiny display.
madz 🩷: hi pretty
madz 🩷: what r u up to?
you: studying. crying. suffering. all the above
madz 🩷: omg
madz 🩷: poor baby
madz 🩷: did you eat?
you: no, not yet at least
you: after i finish this last page i swear 💪
you: i'll be getting my fav as my own reward
madz 🩷: that's what you want? your favorite?
you: yes, and ice cream for later on
you: and a call with you if that's okay.
seen
the "seen" notification popped up, but her reply didn't come. you frowned, tilting your head at the screen. madison was always quick to respond, especially when you were stressed.
you almost called her, fingers hovering over the screen, but stopped yourself. maybe she was busy, or her schedule had pulled her away. letting out a small sigh, you unpaused your music and leaned back into the endless maze of studying.
the minutes ticked by as you buried yourself in your notes, the soft hum of music in your ears barely enough to drown out the tension building in your shoulders. your stomach grumbled faintly, reminding you that you hadn't eaten since breakfast, but you ignored it, determined to power through at least one more chapter.
the library buzzed faintly around you—whispers of students studying, the occasional rustle of papers or scrape of chairs. you were so immersed in your work that the world outside your textbook faded entirely.
until the smell hit you.
familiar, comforting, and mouthwatering, the aroma of your favorite food drifted into your space, snapping you out of your focused haze. confused, you glanced around, your eyes landing on a takeout bag and a drink set on the table just inches from your laptop.
your gaze traveled upward, and your heart skipped a beat. sitting across from you, with a sheepish, knowing smile and her disguise barely holding up, was madison.
she was dressed casually in an oversized hoodie and grey sweatpants, her signature glasses perched on her nose, her hair tucked into a baseball cap in a clear attempt to stay incognito.
"madison?" you whispered in disbelief, your voice breaking slightly.
"surprise," she said softly, her eyes sparkling as she leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. "figured my baby could use a break."
you blinked, struggling to process her presence. your fingers twitched where they rested on your open textbook, and for a moment, you wondered if you'd fallen asleep and started dreaming. but the scent of your favorite food was far too real, and so was the way madison's lips curled into a soft smile as she watched your stunned expression.
"what are you doing here?" you finally managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
her smile widened, and she shrugged casually, though the look in her eyes betrayed how much she'd missed you. "had some time off," she said simply. "and i couldn't just sit around knowing you were cooped up here, stressed and starving. so..."
she gestured to the bag in front of you. "thought i'd bring you a little something—and maybe force you to take a break."
you laughed softly, the tension in your shoulders easing just from the sound of her voice. "you're unbelievable," you murmured, shaking your head, but the smile on your face was impossible to hide.
"unbelievably in love with you," she corrected, her grin turning playful. "now eat. you can thank me later."
you reached for the takeout bag, the delicious aroma making your stomach grumble even louder. "you really didn't have to do this, my love," you said softly, though the gratitude in your voice was clear.
"of course, i did," she replied with another shrug, her eyes fixed on you like you were the only person in the world. "you're working too hard, and someone's gotta remind you to take care of yourself."
she watched as you pulled out the food and drink, her smile widening when you took a sip and let out a contented sigh. "perfect, right?"
you nodded, feeling your heart swell. "you're perfect."
madison's cheeks flushed faintly at your words, but she quickly ducked her head, the hat taking place of where her face once was, shielding the soft smile spreading across her lips.
before you could ask what she was doing, she circled the table, sliding into the seat right next to you. the proximity was immediate and cozy, her knee brushing yours as she settled in. she leaned back, her hand resting on the nape of your neck, her thumb tracing soothing circles, and you felt yourself relax.
she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your temple before pulling back to look at you.
"this is our first...date? well, uh, since august—i mean i would count this as a date but i don't know if you would? would you?" you stutter out.
madison's lips curved into a small, teasing smile as she tilted her head, her thumb still tracing lazy circles against your skin. "a date in the library? wow, you sure know how to spoil a girl."
you laughed, the sound soft and breathy, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. "i mean, it's not exactly romantic, but you're here. that's all that matters."
her gaze softened, the teasing glint in her eyes giving way to something deeper, more sincere. "hey," she said, her voice gentle, "it's perfect to me. doesn't matter where we are, as long as i'm with you."
madison leaned in again, this time her hat hitting against your forehead, causing you to lean back and rub your head with a sheepish laugh. "smooth," you teased, biting back a grin as madison quickly adjusted her hat, her cheeks flushing pink.
"okay, maybe i'm a little rusty," she admitted with a soft chuckle, her fingers brushing yours. "but i stand by what i said—this is perfect."
you shook your head fondly, leaning back into her touch as her hand returned to the nape of your neck, grounding you in a way only she could. "rusty or not, you're still my favorite person," you murmured.
her eyes softened, and the faintest smile tugged at her lips. "and you're mine," she replied, her voice so quiet it felt like a secret meant just for you.
for a moment, the two of you sat there in comfortable silence, her presence washing over you like a balm for your frayed nerves. the stress of finals, the weight of your endless to-do list—it all seemed to fade into the background with her next to you.
she nudged the takeout bag gently toward you, her tone playful again. "now, eat before i have to feed you myself. and trust me, i will make a scene in this library."
you snorted, shaking your head as you unwrapped your food. "okay, okay. i'll eat!”
madison grinned, her hand sliding from your neck to rest on your shoulder, her fingers giving a light squeeze. "good choice," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "and after you finish, we're taking a real break. no arguing."
you glanced sideways at her, "you drive a hard bargain, beer," you teased lightly.
she smirked, leaning in just enough to whisper, "that's because i love you, and i'm not letting you burn yourself out."
notes: first time writing for yunjin so plz request for more. i also need to make a masterlist ik ik
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sunday mornings were always peaceful, it was the only days both you and yunjin’s schedules collided. the only days where you could wake up and the space next to you be warm.
letting out a soft yawn, you stretch your legs under the blankets, careful not to disturb her. turning your head, you catch a glimpse of yunjin’s serene face, her lashes resting delicately against her cheeks as she slept. her arm was draped over your waist, as if even in her dreams, she didn’t want to let you go.
the morning light spilled softly into the room, highlighting the stray strands of her messy hair and the faint curve of her lips. you couldn’t help but smile, your heart swelling at the sight of her so peaceful and close.
you don’t know how long you were staring until a loud ringing jolted you from the quiet moment. your phone, buzzing insistently on the nightstand, shattered the peaceful stillness of the room. yunjin stirred beside you, her brows furrowing as a soft groan escaped her lips.
you quickly grabbed the phone, silencing the intrusive noise with a few swipes. setting it back down, you glanced at yunjin, who was already peeking up at you through sleepy eyes.
“sorry,” you whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.
she shook her head with a small smile and tightened her arm around your waist. “it’s okay,” she murmured, her voice soft and laced with sleep.
“you were snoring,” you teased, a playful smirk tugging at your lips.
yunjin’s eyes narrowed as she let out a soft gasp, feigning offense. “i do not snore!”
“you do,” you insisted, biting back a laugh. “it’s kind of cute, though.”
“cute?” she huffed, her cheeks tinting a faint pink as she buried her face back into your shoulder. “you’re lucky i love you, or i’d kick you out of bed.”
you laughed softly, wrapping your arms around her as she grumbled into your skin.
“have you heard of a dutch oven?” you mumbled, slowly slipping away from your girlfriend’s grasps. her eyebrows furrow in response, and it looks like she’s digging in the back of her mind to figure out what you meant.
you can't help but chuckle at her confused expression.
“a dutch oven?” she repeated, her voice muffled against your shoulder. “is that some kind of cooking technique?”
you shake your head, still smiling. “no, it’s... well, it’s when you trap someone under the blankets and—”
her eyes widen in realization, and she pulls back to give you a mock glare. “you wouldn’t dare!”
“wouldn’t i?” you tease, inching closer to the edge of the bed, plotting your playful attack.
yunjin’s laughter bubbles up, brightening the room even more than the morning light. “you’re terrible!”
“that’s rude to say!” you joke, feigning seriousness as you inch closer to her, the blankets shifting ominously.
yunjin squints at you, her mock glare transforming into a playful smirk. “you wouldn’t. you love me too much.”
“that’s debatable,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows as you make an exaggerated motion of lifting the blankets.
her gasp is dramatic, but her laughter spills out uncontrollably. “no! please!” she cries, trying to wiggle away, but you’re faster.
in one swift move, you trap the both of you under the blankets, the muffled giggles and exaggerated complaints, and the unmistakable sound of your fake fart noises.
“ew! stop!” yunjin shrieks, her voice high-pitched as she dissolves into laughter. “you’re so gross!”
you release the blankets, letting them fall back down as you laugh at the girl under you. “i wasn’t actually farting!”
yunjin’s hand doesn’t move from blocking her nostrils, her face scrunched up in a way that only makes her look even cuter.
plopping back down next to her, you let out a tired sigh content with the warmth and peace.
yunjin moves her arm to rest on your stomach, a comfortable silence settling between the two of you. you turn your head to look at her, the soft curve of her lips, her eyes locked with yours.
it felt right. everything about her felt right. the two of you lay like that for a while, just enjoying the peace, the soft sounds of the other breathing. your fingers find their way to her hair, brushing the soft strands from her face. her eyes flutter shut at the contact, her head moving closer to your hand.
after a moment, yunjin speaks up. her voice is barely a whisper, as if afraid that speaking louder would break the perfect moment.
“i would kiss you but morning breath.” snickering, you reach over towards your nightstand, trying not to leave her embrace as you grab a pack of mints. your hands knock over your keys and probably a few other items you placed on there the night before.
yunjin's soft laugh is enough for you to keep rummaging until you find what you were looking for.
finally, you pull out the small pack of mints, holding it up triumphantly. wiggling your eyebrows, you shake the pack gently.
yunjin raises an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a playful smile. “you’re really prepared for everything, huh?”
“yep,” you reply, popping one into your mouth before offering the pack to her. she takes one, sitting up slightly as she does, her hair falling messily around her shoulders.
after a moment of dramatic chewing, she leans closer, her lips brushing yours softly. the kiss is gentle, warm, and unhurried, a perfect match for the lazy sunday morning.
before you pull apart, she begins to chase your lips, as if trying to draw out the kiss. you can't help but laugh, leaning back, your lips stretching into a grin.
yunjin pouts, her brows furrowing in mock frustration as you lean away. “hey,” she grumbles.
“hm?” you reply with a smirk, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. “i gave you one kiss, and now you’re greedy.”
she huffs, crossing her arms but unable to hide the smile creeping onto her lips. “can you blame me?” she asks, tilting her head slightly.
you laugh, shaking your head as you lean back down beside her. “fine, come here,” you say, pulling her close again. she doesn’t hesitate, wrapping her arms around you and pressing another quick, playful kiss to your lips.
“see?” she whispers against your mouth. “not greedy. just appreciative.”
the two of you dissolve into quiet laughter, her head falling back to rest against your shoulder. you can feel the steady rise and fall of her breathing as the peaceful silence returns, broken only by the faint rustling of the blankets.
Tony....please make me an angsty-romantic, JO or JO character x Fem!Reader one shot! You decide who it fits more. With a good ending, please!
I'm currently listening to Waves by Calpurnia.... this song is so mesmerizing.
My request would be based on that, but it's okay if you don't want to do it!
Hope you are eating well, Thank you so much!
-🎸
HOLD ON
Jenna Ortega x Gn!Reader
Summary: “I don’t want to die.”
Warnings: Cancer, gunshot, blood, violence, and let me know if there’s anymore.
A/N: thank you so much for this request anon! i hope you enjoy, although im not very good at angst 💔
Jenna’s not famous in this & also! this was heavily inspired by jbs music video !!
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$13,892, the minimum amount the doctors told you Jenna's treatment would be. $14,283, the amount you were quoted by a second hospital for the same treatment.
The problem? Jenna has no insurance.
Jenna has no insurance, and you have no money. You saw the look on your girlfriend's face when you were given these estimates, and you knew she practically gave up right then and there. You promised Jenna you would find a way to cover the cost, no matter what it took. But you have no idea where to begin.
That was three weeks ago.
Jenna was your best friend, your companion, and your girlfriend, and you can't bear to see her suffer without the treatment she needs. But with only two months until the deadline, you still have no idea how you'll ever be able to afford the medical attention she needs.
You sit on the floor of your bedroom, your back against your bed frame, and a hand covers your face. You take a deep breath, but it does little to soothe the tightness in your chest. You feel lost, helpless, and hopeless.
But you know one thing for sure: No matter what happens, you'll do anything and everything you can to help Jenna.
Jenna stirs in her sleep, awaking you from your thoughts. You quickly wipe away a tear before she opens her eyes. You know that you have to stay strong for her, no matter how overwhelmed you may feel.
When she opens her eyes and looks around, her gaze finally meets yours. Her smile is weak, and you can see the pain behind her eyes. She holds her hand out to you, and you quickly take it, kissing it softly and pressing her palm against your cheek.
"Good morning." She says, her voice raspy from lack of use.
"Hi." You reply, leaning forward and kissing her lips gently. Jenna's lips are cold and dry, a stark contrast to the warmth of her hand in yours. You try not to think about how much pain she's in.
"What are you doing sitting on the floor?" She asks you, her eyes searching yours for an answer. You smile softly, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "I wanted to be closer to you." Jenna's eyes soften, and a small, grateful smile tugs at the corners of her lips.
But it soon fades away, replaced by a look of sadness. "You should get some sleep," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I know you've been up for hours."
You feel a lump form in your throat, knowing that she's trying to protect you even in her own pain. "I can't." You admit.
"I'm okay." She mutters, but you know she isn't. She can barely move her left arm. Her breathing is labored, and she's so pale, it's like she's lost all her color.
"You're not okay."
"No." She agrees, looking down at her hands. "But I will be. Please, Y/N, get some rest. I'll still be here when you wake up." You finally relent, knowing that she's right. You lean in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead before climbing into the bed next to her.
"I'm scared." She admits it quietly.
"I am too." You tell her, pulling her close. "I promise I'll be here for you every step of the way," you whisper, feeling her body relax against yours. "We'll get through this together."
With those words, she closes her eyes, finding tranquility in your presence as you both drift off to sleep, holding onto each other tightly.
Your dreams have been the same for a few days, almost as if you were reliving your life with Jenna. The memories are always happy, and they help distract you from the reality of the situation.
You dream about the day you met her. It was on the late afternoon on a beach in Los Angeles, with the waves going back and the sun rising and falling. You were just wandering along the shore, looking at the scenery and the people.
She was sitting on a large rock, looking out over the ocean, her feet in the water, and the sand beneath her. You remember seeing her from a distance and being immediately drawn to her.
So, you walked towards her, not knowing what you were going to say, or what you were even going to do. "Can I help you?" She asked, turning her head and giving you a smile.
You felt a rush of nerves as you approached her; she was gorgeous, and her smile was captivating.
That wasn't the only day you spent together. Every weekend, you would meet on that beach. Sometimes, you would go out for dinner, and sometimes you would just spend the whole day together.
But now, it was hard for Jenna to leave the apartment, let alone walk on the beach.
You had been dating for three years, and now she was in your apartment, her illness was getting worse, and your money was running low. You were struggling to balance taking care of her and working long hours to pay for her medical bills.
Another week had passed. Jenna had gotten worse, the chemotherapy was taking a toll on her body, and the medical bills were piling up faster than you could keep up with.
You were barely making enough to cover her medication and hospital costs, and the stress was beginning to affect you. You had been working nonstop, barely getting any sleep, and you were starting to feel run down.
You were losing hope. The deadline was only a month away, and you had no idea how you would manage to come up with the money. You had tried everything, but nothing seemed to be working.
Jenna was fading away right in front of your eyes, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
You couldn't bear the thought of losing her. She was the love of your life—the one person who made you feel alive. She had been the only person to truly understand you, and the thought of losing her was like a dagger in your heart.
You were sitting in your garage , surrounded by all the tools and equipment you had collected over the years. Your eyes fell on an orange plastic gun sitting on a workbench, gathering dust. It was a toy gun that Jenna had given you as a joke, but now it could be the key to your plan.
You picked it up along with a can of black spray paint, determined to do whatever it took to save Jenna. You carefully painted the gun, and once it dried, you tucked it into your waistband.
Jenna's last words before she was admitted to the hospital echoed in your mind.
I don't want to die.
It was a cold, rainy night. You were dressed in all black, the orange toy gun was tucked into the pocket of your hoodie, and your motorcycle helmet was securely fastened under your arm. Your hands were shaking as you gripped the gun. You were nervous, and you knew the consequences of what you were about to do.
But you couldn't let fear stop you. Jenna's life was on the line, and you were willing to do whatever it took to save her, even if it meant risking everything. With a deep breath, you stepped toward the bank teller, sliding her a note demanding the money and making it clear that you were armed.
The teller looked at you in shock but quickly complied with your demands, giving you the money. You quickly stuffed it into a bag, keeping the plastic gun hidden in your pocket as you quickly walked toward the back exit where your bike was parked.
Suddenly, an alarm rang out , causing panic to erupt in the bank. The security guard sprang into action, blocking your path to the exit. With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you shoved him into a nearby table and made a run for it, jumping onto your bike and speeding away as police sirens wailed behind you, knowing that you had to escape quickly before they caught up to you.
You weaved through traffic, trying your hardest to escape from the multiple police cars chasing after you, their sirens blaring. It was a dark and stormy night, and you were driving through the streets of the city, the rain pouring down heavily. Your hands were shaking, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.
Abruptly, a car pulled out in front of you, causing you to slam on the brakes. You looked around and realized you were surrounded by police cars with no way out. The officers approached with their guns drawn, ordering you to put your hands in the air.
Your hands stayed on the handles, the gun pressed against your leg, and a lump formed in your throat. There was no way out. You were trapped, and there was no way you would escape.
A shot rang out, causing you to flinch and close your eyes in fear. When you opened your eyes, there was blood seeping through your hoodie, and you felt a sharp pain in your side. You never really understood the meaning of flight or fight until that moment, but now it was clear - you had to fight for your life.
Your survival instincts kicked in, and you made a split-second decision to make a run for it, ignoring the pain and speeding past the officers. The sound of gunfire echoed in your ears as you accelerated towards the familiar streets you had taken nearly hundreds of times.
Your bike sputtered to a stop as you reached your destination, sirens getting closer and closer. You stumbled off the bike and ran through the hallways of the distinct building, clutching your bleeding side and pushing past startled onlookers.
You could see Jenna's room number at the end of the hallway, and you knew you had to reach her before it was too late. You burst into the room, and relief flooded your body when you saw her sleeping peacefully.
"Y/N?" She whispered, slowly opening her eyes. Her voice was weaker than ever, and her skin was pale.
You rushed to her side, tears streaming down your face as you laid your head on her shoulder. "I'm here, Jenna," you choked out, holding her hand tightly. "I love you."
Jenna weakly squeezed your hand, her head slowly turning to the doorway where the police stood, waiting to take you away. "I love you too," she said softly, her eyes filled with tears.
Hiiii <3 I wanted to ask you if you would ever make a Love Quinn x reader Story. Because your my favorite writer and I think that would be such a good story considering how much I love, Love 😂
hiii! i would absolutely loveee to make a love story (lol) i actually had one in the works for a while, but i didn't think anyone would read it so i kind of just tossed it to the side? but if that's something a lot of people would love to see i wouldn't mind picking it back up
