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Hello everyone. 🥰💕 I hope this finds you doing well. 🦋🙏🏻

I was recently inspired by @its-hannjisung’s New Years Eve 2024 post to tell my journey into the land of K-pop thus far. (Incidentally, do you write K-pop with or without a hyphen? I personally alternate between with & without, lol. 😄🙌🏻) I happily re-blogged her original post (my only item on my page thus far); it’s the one with the animated gif photo of Jisungie waving happily at the camera - & he’s got a light pink-colored scarf draped loosely around his neck. Perfect choice for a photo banner, btw. ☺️ I love it so much. 💗

Briefly about myself … I am Jordan2delta, 33 years old, born a female 🚺, identifying with she/her/hers, M/F with relationships irl (tho Minsung has a soft spot in my heart for some reason). 💃🏻👩🏻🙋🏼‍♀️ You can call me Jordan for short; not my real name irl, yet it’s one I like to use on social media. I just like the sound of it. 🙂

A year & ½ ago is when K-pop first found me … mid-June, beginning of July 2022 to be precise. I should say a year & ¾ ago now, lol … since it is now 2024. Where does time go?

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The first group I found was Stray Kids & it was with one music video of theirs in particular that I felt a new spark of hope flicker alive in my heart. (The MV was God’s Menu.) I was randomly scrolling around on YouTube late one night, watching another channel and trying to get my brain to go into numb survival mode in order to cope.

A few months prior, my parents and I relocated from our hometown to a different city in another state due to my dad’s work changing (he is the primary income provider/ “breadwinner” for our family at present). I had a full-time job of my own, with a good salary and excellent company benefits … yet sadly, I did not earn enough to stay behind on my own so I had to move with my folks. I was heartbroken, for I had lost my friends/ co-workers, my source of income (some of the best I’ve ever earned), & the remaining ½ a semblance of a normal life. Natural joy started to flicker and stutter out in the deepest part of myself and some days, I felt so desolate that it was as if my heart was being squeezed internally by an invisible, evil hand … and the liquid weeping from my soul was a thick, black & foul-smelling poison - grief. No one in my family nor other loved ones had passed away, yet I think you can see where I’m coming from. I recall going to bed one night in our new apartment in this new city and feeling my chest being tight … yet it wasn’t actual chest pains. It was hopelessness at our current family situation (which is still continuing to this day). 💔

So, it’s the middle of June 2022 & I’m watching a few videos on a channel I’d recently found. That channel was called Jin & Hattie. Go check them out, btw. They’re adorable. He’s Korean 🇰🇷 she’s British 🇬🇧. They’re also recently married (sometime in 2022 or early 2023, I don’t recall which). No, not the Jin from BTS, haha. 🤪😄💜 I glanced at the sidebar of video recommendations and my eyes strayed to one of SKZ’ videos that randomly appeared there. I may have even clicked on Maniac first, I don’t remember. The point is, God’s Menu caught my eye. I was captivated by the sound and beat of Changbin’s opening rapid-fire rap lines. The next thing that caused my heart to wake up was Felix’s deep baritone, of course. Everyone (& I mean anyone who’s even remotely heard of Stray Kids) knows what part of the MV I am talking about. Does Michelin 5 star ring any bells? 😏🔥 I don’t know what came after God’s Menu to be honest with you & the rest as they say “is history”. I recall reaching for my phone, which was resting on my bedside table next to my bed. I tapped into Apple Music as fast as I could and IMMEDIATELY began building a Kpop playlist. As I bunny-hopped from song to song of theirs, I would add it to my music playlist. Before the night was over, I’m fairly certain I had 20+ songs on that list. And oh, what a glorious list it is. (Flash-forward ⏭️ to the present day {January 2024, as I’m drafting this post in a Google Doc on my tablet} & there are now 141 songs on this playlist, totaling one minute shy under 8 hours … 7 hrs & 59 minutes, according to Apple Music, haha. The last 30-odd songs or so are ones I’ve heard on TikTok on various fan-made edits, so those naturally {to me…} MUST go at the bottom of my main Kpop list. Does that make sense?)

Here’s a brief look at my playlist (& yes, this is what the Apple Music playlist interface can look like). Obviously, this isn’t all of it … just a mere sample. ⬇️ (I need to update this photo of Jisungie as my playlist thumbnail. He’s my ult chief bias OF ALL TIME, btw. Any recommendations for a good photo of Quokka I could use? 🥰🐿️) Yes, I am a proud multistan. 🙌🏻 My irl name I have blurred out with purple-pink. ⬇️ In case you’re curious, yes … you can add whatever photo you want as your playlist’s thumbnail & create a custom catchphrase, just below the Play & Shuffle options. ☺️

After I gave new life to this list of joy ⬆️🇰🇷, I was again randomly scrolling around on social media one day. This next step in my journey was on Facebook, a platform I’ve been on for the past 13 years. I’d clicked around and began “follow/ liking👍🏻” any Stray Kids-themed page I could find, both official & unofficial accounts. A post caught my eye & I stopped long enough to read it. It was talking about how the members enjoyed communicating with STAY on the bubble 🫧 app, both reading messages of support and sending out notes of their own. I remember thinking, what in the world is BUBBLE, so I went over to the App Store and downloaded it to my phone. 2 seconds later, I had an account created and soon discovered the public chat room feature. (This has been discontinued for some time now, unfortunately, due to harassment & bullying allegations between toxic fans and non-toxic individuals.) Had I not randomly [again with RANDOM, I know, haha…] got on bubble when I did and entered the first chat room, I would not have begun my online friendship journey with several different Stays.

I remember feeling a sense of connection to 3 people in particular at first, among the many I was talking with at the time on 🫧. One was a school girl, in her early teens; another was a young single mother in her early 20s; the third person was another young lady in her late teens, about to graduate from high school. The school girl was from the United States. The single mom was from a country in South America; (I am not going to say which country she lives in, to protect her privacy). The late teen was from a European country. It was not long before my new friends and I moved our conversations over to other social media platforms, where we could talk more easily. The girl, single mom and I began talking on WhatsApp. The late teen & I began chatting via private messaging on Instagram. It was only several weeks after the “conversation migration” between me and these people took place that JYP disabled the public chat room feature entirely. I distinctly recall saying to the school-girl friend that I’m glad I found the app when I did; otherwise, I would not have “met” them at all, nor had the blessing of their friendship in my life.

It was when I began texting back & forth with the single mom ⬆️ that I was first introduced to the lovely world of fan fiction (“fanfic” for short). She was writing a multi-chapter story that she was releasing to her Wattpad account, a few chapters at a time. Her native language was not English, so every 2-3 weeks or so, she would text me and the school girl 2 chapters to read and get feedback on, in English using Google Translate. (Single Mom did speak some English, to clarify.) Yes, her fanfic was Stray Kids-themed and it was beautiful. 🥰 I would read her chapter installments and write back what I thought was happening in each one; in essence I was loosely paraphrasing, NOT NOT plagiarizing her work, I hasten to add. ☝🏻 She was thrilled at these summaries, as I came to call them. She told me many times in our conversations that it was a joy to read her own story from another’s point of view. I assured her I was not re-writing or copying her ideas, merely paraphrasing and putting into English grammar/ punctuation what she’d already written … i.e. using her original “manuscripts” as a guide. This went on for the rest of 2022 & part-way into 2023. The school girl would text back when she could, having begun her freshman year of high school (or secondary school if you live OCONUS {outside the continental United States}/ means overseas).

The Late Teen was close to finishing her high school years, not beginning them. My interactions with her lasted only a few more months. I remember she was saving up for a new laptop computer & did indeed buy one. I know this because she proudly sent me photos of her new computer. 📸💻 I began interacting with her only several weeks before School Girl & Single Mom. It was around the time of the Maxident comeback (October 2022) that my conversations with Late Teen began to slowly trickle to a stop. This was a natural progression, neither of us ended communication, it just simply stopped on its own. And that’s the way life is - some people are in your life for only a short time & then they go away for whatever reason. I wished her well in one of my last messages to her & haven’t had contact with her since. We’re still “friends” on Instagram, but we do not talk anymore. And I am ok with that. 🙂 I hope she’s doing well and has enjoyed all the comeback albums since then.

My conversations with School Girl and Single Mom lasted longer than that & were frequent in nature. I still have individual chats with each of these young ladies on WhatsApp, plus the group chat I created on there between the 3 of us 🍜🍜🍜… yet it has been 3-4 months at least, if not longer, since I’ve had more than a few words in reply from either of them. That is totally ok with me too: the girl is now in her second ½ of 10th grade in high school & the single mom’s young toddler has begun a Kindergarten daycare class. I will always be there for them, any time, should they still wish to communicate with me.

As you may have noticed, there is a definite theme of randomness to all of my Kpop experiences thus far. This continues, as you will see. 😄

My next “online Kpop friend” I recall making on a Stray Kids STAY fandom chat room on the Discord app. And again, if it wasn’t for some more random scrolling around on Facebook & commenting on 1 post, the admin of that SKZ fan Facebook page would never have known to add me to her Discord chat room. This next friend I will name Flight Attendant, for that was her job. And again, to protect a friend’s privacy, I will not say what airline company she works for. We began talking just over a year ago, in mid-December 2022. After texting back & forth on Discord for a short while, I again found myself moving a conversation over to dm (direct message) on Instagram. It was a particular joy for me in chatting with this individual, as we were the same age (she’d come to tell me later on when her birthday was; she was only a few months older than me). Do not misunderstand that the previous 3 individuals (School Girl, Single Mom & Late Teen) meant any less to me, they did not. Everyone knows how fun it is to interact with someone your own age (or in your own age group), is all I am saying here.

I do not know if Flight Attendant still works for the same airline, has switched companies entirely or is even in the aviation industry at all anymore. The last we talked was around mid-August 2023, as she was planning to attend KCON 2023 in L.A. with her 2 sisters. ATEEZ and Stray Kids were both slated to appear in concert shows there, plus give fan-meet events as well. For the ½ a year (give/ take a few months in between) she kept in touch, she confided some very personal things to me … of which I always kept her confidence. I was honored & very humbled that she felt safe enough talking to me through our chat to share what she did. She had some very hard ongoing family dynamics she was trying to navigate, on top of maintaining a semblance of a normal life for herself in between working back-to-back 16+ hour shifts with little to no sleep, depending on her flight schedules. Everyone, the next time you take a flight somewhere, anywhere … please PLEASE PLEASE be kind & courteous to the cabin crew, particularly the flight attendants {both male & female}. They work very hard to make your travel as easy as they can. Some aren’t as nice as others, of course, yet I’d like to think the majority of them are decent enough folk. I think you get what I’m trying to say here. They deal with some very nasty passengers (“pax” for short) & giving your hard-working and under-appreciated flight crew even a little amount of kindness in return goes a very long way. They may not ever remember your name or your face after you leave their aircraft & the current flight trip, yet they will always recall the kindness of your soul in reaching out to them with a smile.

I messaged Flight Attendant back a few times more on Instagram over the following months (fall/ winter 2023), yet never received a response. After deliberating for some weeks, I deleted our private chat thread entirely (from my end) on Instagram Messenger. Flight Attendant, if you ever read this (this individual knows who she is), it was not intentional. I never heard back from you & only wished to say hello one last time. I hope you’re doing well & a new semblance of peace has re-entered your life after all the hard things you went through. Please reach out to me any time, I am still here. You know where to find me on Instagram, you know my TikTok & you have my personal cell phone number. If you send a regular text though, please identify yourself to me, just in case (I don’t wish to text a weird person or a scammer back…); my phone number has not changed. God bless you & from the bottom of my heart, thank you for being my friend and for the gift of your friendship and all it gave me. 💕🙏🏻

I will forever be grateful to Flight Attendant for the following reasons. ⬇️ If I’d never become friends with this person, I’d have never had these joys otherwise. So, because of her, I …

Discovered the world of spicy, adult only, Kpop-themed fanfic for the very first time … yeah, as in the MDNI (minors, do not interact) variety. 🔞❌‼️⚠️😏🔥 Look up the author “J.S. Lee” & her H3RO and Onyx series. Holy fuck. H3RO has 6 books, Onyx has 5. They can be bought on Amazon Kindle, read for free on Amazon Kindle Unlimited or purchased in regular paperback form (also on Amazon).

Discovered the even more lovely world of 🔞+ Kpop fanfic on the Archive of Our Own (AO3) website - OMG … I will get to more on AO3 shortly.

Found new skincare products & cosmetics… Crème Shop-brand, specifically the BT21 line of products … their face wipes I love, there’s a different scented one featuring each of the 7 characters. I have tried all 7 of them - my personal favs are RJ, Cooky & Chimmy. And they’re SO CHEAP!!!!! Only $5.99/ per package. YES!!!!!!!!!

The next step in my 🇰🇷💜🫰🏻 journey would have to be when I signed up for Felix’s chat ticket on 🫧. As of today (Thursday January 4, 2024), I’ve had his ticket for 352 days. I cannot believe it’s almost been a year already! Again, where does the time go? I couldn’t do all 8’s tickets each month (that’s $30-odd dollars), yet $3.99 for one ticket … more than doable. ☺️ I’d only been chatting with Flight Attendant for about a month when I got Sunshine’s ticket. ☀️🐥 For anyone else who has his ticket (& even if you don’t), you will know that he sometimes sends photos in large batches, often “spamming” STAY with several hundred messages at a time. Most of the texts are 1-2 word notes, while other times he sends several short sentences in one text. It varies. 59 second or shorter audio messages from him also are shared; if he sends one in Korean he’ll usually send 2-3 more in English (or vice versa). I will say that the more days you have a ticket, the longer a reply you can send back to the group member. At first, you will be limited to typing only 2-3 words back. If you’re patient, you’ll be able to type more the longer you have a ticket. 💕🔖

Shortly after this, I began reading some of my first fanfic stories on AO3. You don’t have to have an account to read anything in a web browser; yet if you want to comment, leave kudos for an author or post a work of your own, yes you do have to request to join the waitlist for an account. I only had to wait about a week or so before the website sent me the official “account creation invite” link.

I will say this about fanfic stories on AO3 … no matter the level of spice, fluff, angst & smut (from G-rated to R & beyond), they made me feel less lonely. It was liberating for me to put myself in the Y/N (Your Name) character’s position and transport myself into another world, albeit temporarily. Even if it is a quick re-read of a favorite one-shot story, it’s always a happy journey into Delulu Land I’m pleased to undertake. I still feel this way about the stories at the present time. Don’t misunderstand, I’m not 100% bereft of friendships and human connection irl to survive solely on fanfic smut. I have 2 other newer Kpop friends I have regular conversations with, plus I have my family about me in my home life as well.

This thought brings me to the next individual whose acquaintance I made. She is a very successful fanfic author on AO3, quite steamy 🔞+ stories mainly. Flight Attendant sent me a link to a story called Tangled; it’s written by ThisPeachIsDirty. Yes, the author’s name is all one word together, each word is capitalized. This story of hers is 60 chapters long & part 1 is complete. Part 2 has two chapters thus far, with who knows how many more to come. Peach🍑, as I’ll refer to her, is a very kind & caring individual & after reading my way through 60 chapters of pure bliss, I began chatting with her on Instagram Messenger. After a few messages were exchanged between us, she encouraged me to begin writing a fanfic of my own (therein being my first ever written sex smut scene). I vividly recall writing for a span of 5-6 hours straight one afternoon & happily sending Peach🍑 screenshots of my first feeble attempt at fanfic smut. I recall her complimenting my unique style, which she told me was unlike most of what she’s read & that I had a natural gift for writing. I don’t know about that per say, I’ve only posted a small handful of chapters (& that was back in August of last year, 2023). I’ve not abandoned my stories; I do have plans to continue with them, plus ideas on a spicy one-shot 3some between a made-up female Y/N & 2 male characters. Oh yes. 🔞🔥😈 Anyway, I digress. Please look up ThisPeachIsDirty on AO3 if you haven’t already. Subscribe to/ follow her content on there and leave a comment for her. You will not be disappointed, I can assure you of that.

One month prior to August 2023 (mid-July), I took the plunge and joined the TikTok community. I’d been collecting albums & other Kpop merch for the past year and slowly began making show & tell videos of items in my collection. I’m not after huge numbers, yet I’ve currently amassed 4,517 likes with 143 followers in the span of 5 ½ months. I think that’s a good accomplishment for 100% homemade, beginner-level content. What do you think? 🙂

I would mention my TikTok @ name, yet I wish to keep the more adult side of fanfic (that I’ve seen on Tumbler & AO3) separate from my merch show & tell videos. I do know for a fact that a few of my TikTok followers are minors … one told me in a direct message that she is 14; while another began her 6th grade year last fall/ is a few years younger. So yeah, I don’t want to have to worry about any “oopsey’s” crossover 🫣🫢😬 and a youngster reading something they perhaps shouldn’t … at least until after they’ve turned 18. As I noted in my short bio at the start of this post, I am 33 years old irl.

If you’re interested, my AO3 name's the same as on here - Jordan2delta. I only have 3 posts/ “works”, which are not complete. The longest story I have on there I’ve named Reclaiming a Spark. It’s Stray Kids-themed, yet I do not use the members’ irl names. You’ll see … I wrote detailed character notes at the end of the first chapter. Pay attention to the animal emojis and you’ll be able to figure out who’s who.

I was …maybe… 4 chapters in on my Spark story, as I’ll call it, when I began receiving a few kudos & comments from other fanfic users on the site. One was Peach🍑, from before. Another individual who left me a kind note is a VERY talented AO3 author too; her name is Minnieprincess. Go check out her one-shot stories on the site, if you haven’t already. Like with Peach’s🍑 stories, you will NOT be disappointed. 😏🙏🏻🔥😈🔞 Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes x10. 🔥🥵

My acquaintance with Minnie🐭👑, as I’ll refer to her, brings me to the next step in my Kpop journey. Since August 2023 when she left her first initial comment on Spark for me, we’ve become dear friends. She is an individual who I know I will stay in regular contact with for the rest of my life.

Minnie🐭👑 & I began our friendship through an ongoing “comment conversation”, back & forth, on my Spark story. We exchanged maybe 1-2 very short messages on Wattpad before connecting again on Instagram Messenger. What followed in the months since then has been one of the most beautiful & meaningful instant-instant-connection friendships I’ve ever had in my life … ever. And no, I am not exaggerating in the slightest. I think she would agree with me. She lives overseas (I am in the United States 🇺🇸) & again, like before with Single Mom, Late Teen & Flight Attendant’s details, I won’t say what country Minnie🐭👑 lives in to protect her privacy. That is my preference. If that sounds weird or prickly to someone else, that’s not my problem.

Speaking a bit more on that instant-connection aspect … Minnie🐭👑 just “got” the subconscious portrayal of my main Y/N female character in Spark & left a detailed comment explaining her first impressions of my feeble writing. No, I’m not having false modesty either; that’s just how I feel about my own musings. The closer she & I became in our friendship, to where it is at the present day, was like a band aid of light to my heart. I found a missing piece of my soul in her friendship, plus a new home. It did not take the 2 of us long before we began referring to one another as “soul sisters.” Yes, this is a 100% real thing. We’ve come to trust one another enough to share things about our lives that are very personal & very private. To put this into perspective a bit more, I am only child irl. So, having Minnie🐭👑 as my “sister” is a gift I’m thankful for x10. 🥹❤️‍🩹

My sister ⬆️ & I talked on Instagram Messenger for several months before we moved our conversations over to WhatsApp … where we communicate to this day. Longer messages at last being able to be exchanged without time & message limit constraints, we began confiding things to each other in greater detail that we’ve not been able to tell anyone else ever before (& we never will). I’ve gained new confidence in myself, plus new respect for who I am as an individual … as a mature, adult female with a mind of her own & a heart that is perhaps too big, one that loves to give and share in equal measure.

One last thing on Minnie🐭👑 … a month ago, I mailed her a Kpop care box. It took 22 days to arrive to her doorstep. I’d bought her 4 different albums and several handfuls of smaller merch items, all of which she heartily adored. 💕🥰 Having the memory of video chatting with her on WhatsApp as we opened up the Rock version of Rock-Star together (we each have a copy) is something I will cherish forever and always think of when I look back through this album’s photo book. 🥹

What may happen next with my journey? I’m not sure, yet I have a few ideas.

Getting my first-ever tattoo (or two or three), Kpop-themed …

Traveling overseas for the first time to visit my sister 🐭👑

Meeting up with Minnie🐭👑 somewhere in the US

Attending my first ever Kpop concert (preferably Stray Kids, tho an ATEEZ event would be awesome too)

Shopping at a Kpop-only stand alone store and buying more albums/ other merch

Beyond these things ⬆️, I have no clue. No matter what happens though, I will raise my hands to the sky regardless in rejoicing at the light and hope of my soul this journey has brought (& continues to bring) me.

If any of the members of Stray Kids, ATEEZ or BTS (my 3 favorite groups) read this Tumblr post of mine — may you know & never forget how much you mean to your fandoms … STAY, ATINY & ARMY. 🥹 I feel if it weren’t for you guys, I would not have ever had all of the beautiful things in my life I’ve written about in this post. So, thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the healing you’ve brought back into mine. ❤️‍🩹☀️

Stray Kids Everywhere All Around the World, You Make Stray Kids Stay

~~Bang Chan🐺, Changbin🐷, Han🐿️, Lee Know🐰, Felix🐥, Seungmin🐶, Hyunjin🦦, I.N🦊~~

8 Makes 1 Team

~~Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Jongho, Mingi, Wooyoung, Yeosang, San~~

I Purple You!

~~RM, Jin, Jimin, Suga, j-hope, Taehyung, Jungkook~~

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k---a----i · 1 year

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Sooo I wanted to share this part of a fic I wrote so here it is! (btw there is a makeout scene so if you hate that stuff do not read and some swaering)

Ms. Afton (roselle/clara) x Ms. emily (emillie)

Chapter one

One day Clara and Emillie met up at a cafe.

The first time they met was a rainy, miserable Wednesday afternoon when Emillie is trying to convince herself she will take a walk after her last class of the day. But she’s too distracted by her upcoming exam to focus on walking, so instead, she wanders around campus for what feels like hours before finding herself standing outside Clara's room. She knocks hesitantly on the door, hoping she doesn’t sound too rude and that her friend isn't busy or something like that but she still can hear faint footsteps approaching. The door is pulled open shortly afterward by a smiling and slightly disheveled-looking Clara.

"Emillie!" Clara exclaims with a grin. "I didn't expect you to be here today."

"Sorry," Emillie mumbles. "My class finished early this morning, so I thought I'd just take a walk or something. It's been a while since we hung out, I guess."

"No worries," Clara replies. “Come on in, I was just talking to William.

"You don’t mean William Afton right?" Emillie asked.

"I do. He is bugging me about child support.” Clara replied.

"What does he want?" Emillie asked.

"He heard I was going to college and getting my life back together. Unlike him who I think may or may not have stared to do things he may reqret to cope with the divroce he doesn't want me to have a better life than him so he is trying to put me 10,000 dollars in debt."

Clara explained with a sigh. She was annoyed

"You know what that is so something he would do" Emillie muttered. She had never met William Afton, but from all of the stories that Clara told her, William definitely wasn't someone you wanted to get on your bad side.

"How are you and Henry doing?" asked Clara.

"He still can not get over the loss of Charlie,and the divorce is affecting him badly," Emillie replied.

"That sounds like him" repiled Clara with a sigh

"Btw what did you come here for I know you said that you came from a walk but was there like something you wanted to ask me?"

"I..I did want to tell you something," repiled Emillie.

“What is it?” Clara asked curiously.

"I like you. A lot" confessed Emillie.

There was an awkward silence as Clara tried to process what Emillie had just blurted out. Her face turned bright red and she was unable to utter any words. Emillie started to regret telling her. She thought about leaving Clara's room without a word when Clara finally managed to stutter out a reply.

"I..I like you too," she responded. Emillie was relived to get this off of her cheast and she was really happy that Clara felt the same way she did.

Then Clara leaned in for a kiss hoping that Emillie had the same idea. Then they kissed. Their lips were soft against each other. They felt as though their hearts had stopped beating and everything had frozen around them. For several moments they stayed in that position, enjoying each other's company until the feeling of being watched made them both turn their heads toward the source of a noise. Clara immediately pulled away from the kiss.

"Who--who's there?" Clara asked loudly.

"It's me, William...Afton." William Afton called from behind her.

Clara's head whipped around so quickly that it gave her whiplash. As William Afton stepped into view, a shocked expression grasped on his face. He then began to cuckle loudly.

"WILLIAM!!" The two women yelled, realizing what had just happened.

"What are you doing with my wife?!!?" yelled William.

"No...nothing." stuttered Emillie.

"William, we have been divorced for five years, let me live my life!" yelled Clara.

Suddenly, Clara turned to look at William Afton one more time and then proceeded to give him the middle finger before walking away towards where Emillie stood. Then she and Emillie start to make out right in front of William's face.

His eyes bulged out even further as his mouth dropped open. He looked at Clara who was now laughing maniacally.

"You're such an asshole, you know that?!" William shouted.

Emillie and Clara continued making out in front of William. William stormed out to go take out his anger. About 30 minutes later.

“That was nice but I have to get to class,” Emillie sighed.

“Ok have fun, come back to my place after class the kids will not be home till tomorrow they are at a sleepover,” Clara replied.

“I will be there around nine if that is cool,” Emillie told Clara.

“That will be fine,” replied Clara

Emillie went to class but then after class, it was 8:30 so she took a 30 min nap. When she woke up she headed right back to Clara’s house.

“Hello, is anyone home? asked Emillie

Behind the door came Clara! Clara gave Emillie a quick kiss and then welcomed her in.

“ Hi, the kids are gone till tomorrow so do you want to spend the night here?” Asked Clara “Sure why not,” replied Emillie.

They hear a knock at the door. “Come in, it is unlocked!” Clara shouted.

“Hi mom, hi Emillie,” waved Michael.

“Hi honey, what are you doing at home?” asked Clara.

“I forgot my phone,” replied Michael.

“ Oh, and can I bring some friends over after the party?” asked Michael.

“ Sure why not, well go get your phone and get back to the party,” Clara replied.

#fanfic #fandom ships #Ms. Afton (roselle/clara) x Ms. emily (emillie)#five nights at freddy's #fnaf

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sorcerous-caress · 4 months

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You know there's one thing Sol can hold over the literal sun, the simple fact that people can hear them. The Sun is shrieking all the time within space. We just can't hear it.

If space could transmit sound, even if we were as far away as Pluto, the nuclear reactions within the sun would be so loud that the Earth would be a deafening hellscape.

I feel like Sol would enjoy that their voice is technically louder than the sun.

Yeah, Khal'ian was a mean play on Khaild's name. I kept dying in Act 2 because I forgot to level up when I joined initially, so my friend called him Khaild, and it stuck for a bit. I didn't play the previous number of baldur's gate titles, so I didn't understand why my friend was cackling after I died, exiting Jaheira's first cutscene.

Then I learned, winced, then swapped it around a bit.

Ended up with Khal'ian ( kinda pronounce similar to Kaolan)

At home and warm now👌

Hell yeah warmth!

I love space so much man, I've read so much about it and used to obssess over blackholes as a kid. Remembering all these facts about the sun fondly. It's middle aged :") she's dying AH the love of my life is dying. Hopefully we make it to mars before it or something.

And yes, that information would literally make Sol so happy.

They lack a lot of normal knowledge and information about the universe. They are definitely curious and fascinated by normal things like the grass, stars, and the mailman.

But they suppress their curiosity to focus on the current moment.

So they'd have no knowledge about the sun or space except for the fact they share their name with this annoying bright dot in the sky, you could convince them the earth is flat is you try. You don't even have to try hard on anything, they are a blank sheet and will take your words at face value. The kind who reads facebook clearly fake articles and believe them as core knowledge. Low wis/int gang letsgooo

So this information about people being able to hear them but not the sun, would go straight to their ego and heart like an arrow. Maybe Gale mentions it off handedly, maybe Khal'ian or Issa just speak about the sun and vaccum of space in their earshot, and suddenly Sol is staring at them like a cat would at catnip.

They were definitely the kind of child who would stubbornly stare at the sun until their eyes water and they have to look away, they took it as a personal challenge over that flaming ball.

HA! IN YOUR FUCKING FACE SUN. they'd yell, in draconic out of the blue, thinking no one would understand them. Smiling, actually smiling instead of their constant glare.

But ah, their smile is actually offputting and scary- the kind you'd see on a rapid dog before it bites you.

That single fact would make them so happy but they'll refuse to admit it, yet it's clear they're dying to hear more about the sun just to prove how superior they are over it. It definitely encourages them to talk more in general, they keep quiet unless they're yelling at someone or throwing an insult.

Now they feel like using their voice more, just make a normal comment, say hello or something more to the person approaching them rather than stoically call their name. Afterall, the sun cannot say hello, now can it?

They willfully ignore the fact that everyone else literally can be heard over the sun.

Gale: You are aware of the fact it is not only you who is auidable over the sun, yes? The rest of us, too, can hear each other.

Sol: L + ratio + didn't ask + you're not a sorcerer + my grandad fucked a dragon + seathe + cope + I'm hot + you're not + no bitches + ratio again

And hey, Khalid is actually one of my favourite characters in bg1. And the way he died was really heroic btw. He literally sacrifices so much and is the most courageous character despite being a shy stuttering fighter who is genuinely trying his best to make this world better, plus he did pull Jaheira and oh boy young Jaheira was a force by herself.

So honestly it's really cool that Khal'ian was named after him in some way, I think Jaheira would actually approve, she truly loved him and would love for someone worthy like Khal'ian to carry his legacy.

#♡githzerai anon #♡Sol #♡myocs #♡OthersOCs #♡Khal'ian

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kramaku · 2 years

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I hate when people say that Bakugou deserves only redemption and not forgiveness for Izuku's bullying. Of course it's Izuku's choice to make, but I'm saying that it wouldn't be undeserved if he's forgiven.

And that for 2 reasons.

(alert manga spoilers)

1. He was very young.

There's one thing that's evident but some people almost deliberately forget it seems: kids under the age of (around) 12/13 can't (or can barely) make their own opinion. If a dad keeps telling his son that women are annoying and useless, the kid will make fun of girls and tell them they're annoying and useless. That without really trying to understand why. A kid is too young to think that far and it's literally a survival instinct. Kids being small and weak, nature made them pretty apathetic. A kid can be kind but in any situation where they feel in danger or unsafe (about their life, happiness or sense of self worth, really anything), they'll run to protect themselves and only themselves without caring about others, maybe step on others on the way too. Of course the human brain being the smartest and most complicated of this universe, some exceptions exist were kids are selfless (Izuku I'm watching you) but it's rare and they need a very special education to end up that way.

So in conclusion, if a kid is mean, says/does horrible things, they're just doing what an adult did, or listening to what an adult told. Everyone kept treating Bakugou like he was superior thanks to his quirk so it's only logical for him to think that way as child, just like everyone treated Izuku like he was inferior so because of Bakugou's self conclusion (because of their bad society) that your quirk is what makes your worth, he was led to look down on Izuku.

Now, that doesn't mean he wasn't an asshole as a kid (he was I hated him the two first seasons lmao) but you can't hold him accountable for his bad actions as a child when even teachers don't say anything when he bullies Izuku in front of everyone, like it wasnt a bad thing to do. You could have held him accountable for his actions if he turned out like Endeavor though. Endeavor was an adult when he abused his family, he had the mental intelligence to know what he was doing was bad and question himself but he was too blind by his will to be the number one hero. Bakugou, though, started to question himself at 15 years old, which is young af. Most insufferable kids I've met back in my younger years are still assholes today in their 20/30s.

He changed his entire way of thinking, that really forged his personality deep btw, and even apologized in just a few months. The most incredible of it all is that he doesn't ask for forgiveness. Even most adults irl ask for forgiveness when they realize their mistake without even thinking about rather or not they deserve it or trying to atone, and even get mad or sulk when they're not forgiven.

Bakugou doesn't think about his own benefits here, he just wants to atone for all the bad things he said and done back as a kid without wanting anything in return, and that, may I repeat myself ladies and gentlemen, as a teenager. He's not even an adult yet.

Just. Bakugou's a good guy that received a terrible education but put himself back on the right track very fast (compared to endeavor who took idk how many decades for example)

2. Izuku isn't traumatized.

Y'all like to use "trauma" at any occasion way too much. A trauma is, by definition, a damage or injury (physical or mental) that results in challenges in functioning or coping normally after the event. I'm not saying Bakugou beating him down, insulting him and humiliating him didn't hurt him- it really did- but none of Bakugou's actions impacted his mental health. He was always a nerd and pretty shy because he didn't have friends and couldn't develop social skills like other kids which made him stutter and be intimidated easily in the first seasons. Izuku would have been the same if Bakugou weren't in his life at all. Unconfident, reserved, feeling worthless.

What traumatized Izuku into thinking he's worthless is the whole society judging people based on their quirks, the fact that his mom apologized to him after he got diagnosed quirkless, implying it was bad, the fact that his classmates looked down on him, but most importantly his own idol telling him that you cant be a hero as a quirkless person. All Might's words hurt him way more than all of Bakugou's bullying, please. Bakugou told him to jump off the roof, he didn't even consider it. Bakugou told him to stop dreaming about being a hero, he never gave up. Bakugou told him not to go to UA, the boy stood on his grounds.

Bakugou never had any long term impact on him, Izuku never cared, meanwhile he was already thinking about a most "realistic" future not even an hour after All might told him to give up.

The only impact Bakugou's bullying had on Izuku was the little fear that Izuku had each time he saw Bakugou at the beginning of the manga, jumping and slightly panicking when Bakugou approached him that's all. Besides, he didn't fear him that much as he didn't hesitate to defend himself multiple times.

(I didn't mention it before bc I forgot but it's so important. Bakugou was ready to give up on his own dream and life to save Izuku. That's all. Admire that precious child.)

so yes, Bakugou hurt him a lot, but did not traumatize Izuku. Can they be friends already please they're each other's everything T_T

#bakudeku #bkdk

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aenaxes · 3 years

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Hey! I was wondering if you could write Crosshair going to the reader for random cuddles no matter where they are, late at night or out on the beach with the batch. BTW, I love the way you write and it never fails to get me inspired to draw our favorite clone boys. Good luck with Uni!

warnings: none

w/c: 1.6k

a/n: ahh tysm for this request! i got a little carried away lol but it's just because i had a lot of fun writing it! :-) hope this helps stoke the artistic imagination! (and thankfully uni is out for the summer so i have more time for our favorite clone boys)

It’s one of the better known facts that Crosshair doesn’t like to be touched, even if warranted, even if he’s asked. There are too many variables in another’s hands: accidents happen, sabotage is never unlikely, and sometimes youthful fear rears its cruel head, and he is flooded with the knee-jerk reflex of memories in the alabaster halls of Tipoca.

So the first time you cuddle with Crosshair, it’s just as much of a disaster as you expect it to be.

Crosshair lies like a corpse over the centre of your bunk, back rigid and ramrod straight, his deathly look complete with the ridiculous bandage criss-crossed over his hairline (courtesy of the simple joys of a ten metre human javelin toss and Wrecker’s miscalculated aim).

Where painkillers weren’t quite enough to keep the concussion headaches at bay, he’d somehow come to the conclusion that you would be. And who were you to turn down a sullen Crosshair mumbling awkwardly for cuddles at your door?

With careful hands and just enough of a firm touch to coax him onto his side without spooking him out of his moping, you maneuver him with his back towards the wall and gently push him further in before you climb onto the space beside him. He flashes you an uncertain look, and you offer him a wry smile in return.

“Relax a little,” you say, lifting his limp arm and slotting yourself against his side until your chests are flush. It’s less cuddling than it is you trying to mold yourself around the hard, firm lines of the tension etched into Crosshair’s muscle and poise. But if he was willing to put aside his standoffish pride to ask you for cuddles, you won’t deny him. Finally content with your arrangement, you lift your chin and fix him with a wry smile. “I can’t spoon a board.”

“Was that an insult?” he offers, a weak attempt at his usual wit that comes out as more of a whimper than bite. But to his credit, he’s listening to you, and you feel him shifting slightly in an attempt to make himself comfortable despite his somewhat unsettled expression.

“Maybe,” you counter. “Loosen your shoulders. Stop tensing. Cuddle, Crosshair.”

“I’m trying,” he mutters, and when you close your eyes to laugh, you barely miss the small upward turn of his lips.

When you wake up the next morning, you feel reborn, all loose-limbed, sated joy as you stretch your arms to your side, expecting Crosshair’s lean form curled close. Instead, you find yourself alone in your bunk, your covers pulled neatly up to your chin with no sign of your surly sniper in sight. You pull yourself together, albeit with a frown, throwing on a fresh set of clothes and readying yourself for a day of snarking (a bit spitefully) at Crosshair for leaving without so much as a thank you.

But then you see it. A small mug sitting on your desk: caf.

As you peer over the rim, you’re hard-pressed to mistake it as anything other than your preference made to perfection, and judging by the steam curling fragrant and wispy over its surface, it’s fresh.

Crosshair says nothing when you pass him in the helm, but when you flash him a grin, he huffs and offers you a lopsided smile back.

It takes the lesser part of one week for the headaches to abate. In between then and Crosshair’s begrudgingly clean bill of health, he comes knocking at your door four more times, each time gently loosening the deep roots of tension coiled through his bones more and more.

“You’re getting better at this,” you murmur into his shoulder on the fourth night, your leg thrown over his hip and your arms tucked securely under his. His first night in your quarters had ended in little beyond simply lying shoulder-to-shoulder. The next two had been (failed) attempts to spoon the entirety of Crosshair’s lanky form. And the night penultimate had been a slightly more successful endeavor in throwing all experimental caution to the wind and waking up chest-to-chest in an oddly comfortable tangle of limbs.

That night worked, and so you do it again.

“I had a good teacher,” Crosshair snorts, and he wheezes, his arms curling snug around your middle, when you gently jab him in the side.

You mutter something into his shoulder, but your own words do not reach your ears when you feel his chin settle atop your head. He shifts carefully until he’s curled entirely around you, the anchor in a still sea, a promise that you, together in shared space and breath, simply are. It’s funny how these things work, you think, breathing shallow and slow as Crosshair brushes his nose over the crown of your head and stays.

And then the concussion heals, and he’s gone.

It’s a bit startling how quickly you had grown accustomed to Crosshair’s presence in your bunk within the brief span of a week. You don’t expect to miss it, the easy nighttime habit as Crosshair quietly slinks to your room: a well-rehearsed ritual of playful snark before the gentler art of accommodation, pushing and pulling in tandem to find the sweet stability of your cheek laid over Crosshair’s collar and his palm warm over the small of your back.

You don’t expect to miss it so much that you find yourself lying in bed well past lights out, simply bracing to sling meaningless jokes thrown in the helm the next morning about how Crosshair’s gone soft, little baby brother Crosshair, like the week prior meant little but a favor to a friend.

The telltale knock sets him apart; four rapid, light raps on the durasteel that you’ve come to know so well, and you’re hauling yourself out of bed and slapping the door lock open as fast as you can.

“Cuddles,” Crosshair says as soon as he catches sight of you in the doorway.

He should be fine; he is fine, if Tech is to be believed. So there’s no reason for him to be waking you and requesting entry. But he is here. You stuff down the dizzying stutter in your chest and meet the mirth in his eyes with the best frown you can manage.

For all the stubborn fronting and the cold refusal you could offer him, there’s something you cannot bring yourself to resent when Crosshair—sour, cynical Crosshair—lets the word “cuddle” find home, curled soft over his tongue (lets himself find home in you).

“Will you make me caf in the morning?”

“Depends on how well you cuddle,” he replies, his tone a deadly calm, only betrayed by the knowing gleam in his eye.

“Says the man who didn’t know how to cuddle a few days ago,” you shoot back.

“The apprentice outdoes the master,” Crosshair shakes his head with a wistful sigh, and you laugh, reaching forward to twine your fingers with his, letting him take his rightful place as the doors close behind you.

—

He comes back home.

Wrecker tells you to give him space, Echo shakes his head when you idle in front of his closed door, and even Omega offers you a sad, apologetic look when Crosshair makes the rare, silent appearance outside of his quarters, a spectre and his bacta patch haunting the ship’s hull before he disappears again.

You listen to them for a few days, but it chews at you from inside—the gnawing thought that Crosshair had been alone for so long, that he’s still alone now. Even if his basest instinct had always been to withdraw and cope in isolation, you can’t stand the idea of leaving him by himself any longer. So when the others have long since fallen asleep, you creep to Crosshair’s room and knock four times in rapid succession.

Like you had expected, he’s awake. But when he opens the door, he keeps his unfocused eyes cast aside.

“Cuddles,” you whisper, testing, hopeful, and you open your arms to him as you stand on the threshold. “Just like we used to?”

Only then does Crosshair flick his weary eyes up, rimmed red with exhaustion, grief overdue. And after four long days, he finally meets your gaze.

You watch as his eyes linger under furrowed brows, peering at you as if he isn’t entirely sure if you’re real, if you’re really there. Watching him waver between your face and your open palms and back again, you imagine Crosshair thinking that it’s always been the other way around: him seeking you out at odd hours to wrap his lean arms around your shoulders, breathe deep, and simply bask in how close you were to his beating heart.

And now it’s you.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, stepping forward between your outstretched arms to gingerly place his chin over your shoulder and settle his lean arms at your waist.

All those times you spent curled, molded around him in the quiet darkness of your bunk—it’s honed you to know him like you know yourself, committing to indelible memory the way he breathes, shifts, fits with you.

And he’s different. A year’s worth of separation would do that, change. But where you feel some new muscle and sinew against your skin, there is undeniable familiarity in how he seeks you out despite the tremble in his hands and unsteadiness of his breath.

There is familiarity in finding home.

You reach up, looping your arms around his neck. And when you pull snug, you feel him squeeze your waist in return, holding tight and holding close.

“Just like we used to.”

#aH thank u for ur patience dear #i did veer a bit off course by focusing on one environment #but massive brain for the beach suggestion!!#beach trip shoujo episode vibes for a separate work perhaps #sageislostinspring #crosshair x reader #the bad batch x reader #yaej.writes

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logically-asexual · 3 years

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Hold me like you mean it

summary:

Logan’s feelings for Virgil and the fact that now Virgil barely notices him are stopping him from getting any work done. Janus offers a way for Logan to cope, by disguising himself into Anxiety. but is this really what Logan needs? and what’s in it for Janus, anyway?

Alternatively, an angsty story about rejection, denial, and manipulation.

warnings: (for the whole fic) unrequited love, rejection, manipulation, unhealthy relationships, gaslighting, dependency, dubious consent and non consent for kissing, sad ending, depression (vaguely described), angst in general, nightmares, self harm. let me know what else i should add.

taglist: @gummibearbullet @chara-07 @the-sympathetic-villain @whatishappeningrightnow

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Chapter 6

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Logan had mentioned to Janus how hard he found the transition from his room to the outside, and vice versa, so now Virgil came to get him to his room and accompanied him on the way to their meeting and back. At first, Logan was concerned that the others would see them and ask unsolicited questions, so they decided that only during that transition Virgil would wear his normal attire.

Today Virgil was at his door quite early, but Logan didn’t mind. He wouldn’t explicitly ask for it, but he had become more flexible and enjoyed the additional time they could have. When Logan opened the door, he was taken aback by Virgil’s disapproving frown. Had he done something to insult Janus lately? It had happened before that their entire date felt strained when he had made an out-of-place comment or hadn’t responded well to Janus’ hospitality. He didn’t have to wonder out loud, though, since the other began speaking as he walked in.

“Hey, Teach. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said, looking Logan over, still frowning. “Are you alright?”

Ah. Of course he was worried, Logan thought, since he surely did look quite disheveled. He was in the middle of working, after all, and the others didn’t usually see Logan like this.

“I’m more than fine Virgil. Very glad now that you’re here, in fact.”

Virgil stammered. “You- you are?”

“Of course.” He wouldn’t admit that either, but he also enjoyed it when Janus allowed him to be the one making Virgil flustered sometimes. He stepped forward and took Virgil’s hand in his. His lips quirked in a small smile when the other’s eyes widened, but it disappeared when he abruptly pulled his hand away.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Logan stuttered, completely at a loss for words, and Virgil continued, his volume gradually increasing.

“Is something wrong with you? First you act all nice around us out of nowhere, which I guessed made sense because you were clearly only intending to get us to listen to you, but at the same time you’re closed off and disappear constantly and no one has any idea where you go. And don’t say you’re working because I know you don’t have that much work to do. Seriously, what are you doing here all day? Writing in your useless calendar? Making a new list of ways to stress everyone out to meet your insane standards?”

Logan froze and felt his muscles tense at the harsh words, but the other didn’t stop.

“I wanted to try to be kind to you and find out if something was bothering you, even though Patton and Roman insisted it wasn’t necessary, but when I come here the first thing you do is ignore my personal boundaries? How many times do I have to tell all of you not to touch me without permission?!” Virgil’s eyes looked almost hurt at the end of the sentence. “You used to be the only one that respected me.”

Speechless, Logan searched desperately for something he could say or do, but both his mind and his body were petrified. All of a sudden, a string of words felt out of his mouth with ease.

“I apologize, Virgil. Remus came here earlier impersonating you and I thought this was him again. I was planning to take him off-guard and twist his wrist with a new self defense maneuver I learned, in order to convince him to leave me alone.”

Virgil looked just as surprised as Logan felt, but he was able to school his expression and keep it neutral, as the anxious Side cooled down from his outburst. When Virgil began apologizing, Logan spotted Janus behind him, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed. Their eyes met for an instant, before Logan glanced back at the Side speaking, who had just finished expressing regret for his previous comments and suspicions.

“Don’t worry about it, Virge. Your reaction was understandable. I’ll make sure to check before I assume I have someone else in front of me.” This time, he was telling the truth.

Virgil nodded, and apologized once more and, seemingly too ashamed to continue the conversation, began turning around to leave. Logan looked to where he had seen Janus standing, but he was no longer there. Suppressing a sigh of relief, he walked the other Side to the door.

Right before leaving, Anxiety hesitantly added: “Hey, uh- either way… Can you stop pretending that you care about us? It’s… weird to see you act like that. I prefer it when you just stick to getting stuff done, you know?”

Logan didn’t respond, only looking away and biting the inside of his cheek as Virgil went back to his room. Logan closed the door behind him and let out the breath he was holding. He was immediately startled by a hand resting on his shoulder. He turned around to meet Janus.

“You did well.” He said, earnestly.

“I have to thank you, since you were the one to come up with that lie to amend the situation. Otherwise I wouldn’t- I wouldn’t have known what to do.” His voice cracked as he looked behind him to the door, where Virgil had just been standing, and he tried to cover it up with a cough.

“Oh, love.” Janus said, his low voice sorrowful as a gloved hand guided his face back towards him, lifting it from his chin with one finger. “Let’s get you out of here.” With that, Deceit sank them both out into his own room.

notes: >:) there we go

btw i didn't mean to write patton and roman as particularly unsympathetic or anything. remember this fic is very biased and they're only brought up in specific moments, it just happened that they seem to be in a little bad light each time, but it's up to your interpretation.

also... that seems like a hella lot control janus has over logan to make him just lie like that, doesn't it?

#logan sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #analogical #loceit #angst #unrequited crush #rejection #unrequited analogical #hold me like you mean it #sanders sides #unhealthy relationship #each chapter gets a little shorter from here to the end #sorry about that #next chapter is the aftermath of this and it's my favorite

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f1-disaster-bi · 2 years

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Trigger warning btw I’m sorry but I saw the headcannon about Este helping Lance with his depression and thought of this.

A few weeks into lance and Lando hanging out again after being reunited and Lando is at Lance’s for dinner. It’s the first time either has been at the others place. Lance has been gone for a little while after saying he was going to change out of his work clothes so Lando goes to find him. He walks into the bedroom and is shocked to see Lance cleaning some scars (not brand new but not old) on his arms and Lando immediately goes over to help and make sure Lance is okay. They have a long talk about their mental health after that, turns out Lance started self harming about a year after Lando left when the abuse from his dad started getting worse and it was really bad for a while. Lando is super sad and just holds Lance who reassures him that he’s on meds, he goes to therapy and he’s doing better - he still has low days (maybe something happened just before he moved that triggered him again) but they arent as frequent as when he was a teen. Lando also talks about his struggles and how after the move he got insomnia, severe anxiety and even struggled with disordered eating and how he’s lived on a strict sleep schedule/diet for years otherwise he’s a mess. There’s a lot of tears that night but it brings them closer and they both promise to be there for each other from there on out. From then Lance always ensures Lando sleeps on time and eats correctly and Lando is always making sure Lance doesn’t run out of pills / isn’t self harming in any way. When Esteban comes over he’s so thankful to Lando and tells him the full story of what happened at college and how Este had to threaten rehab to get Lance to get better. Lando starts to feel guilty - Lance is his best friend and his own anxiety let him ruin it and that hurt lance which didn’t help the spiral - but Este reassures him that it was always the thought of being reunited with Lando or the idea that Lando was thriving that would help Lance.

“At least before the move I had you. You were always there for me. Comforting me, making me laugh, making me fall for you in ways I couldn’t imagine. And then you weren’t and we drifted apart and my stutter got worse and dad got worse. Borderline physical at times as well as everything he’d say to me. I had no one. I was the loner who had a funny voice and couldn’t talk properly and had to inject himself throughout the day and was lanky and awkward and no one ever got me like you did. Eventually it was as bad in school as it was at home and I gave up. It started small, snapping an elastic band on my wrist then scratching my skin and then dad got angry one day and a knife was thrown and it grazed me and it felt good. So I gave it a go and that physical pain distracted me from my own brain and the constant string of words that would play on repeat. Este helped me stop during my first year of college and I was clean for years but just before I came here, I told mum and dad I’d quit my job and was moving and dad got angry and I went downhill and spiralled. I coped the way I knew how but I promise I haven’t done anything since I left Canada.”

From that day Lando promises never to let Lance feel that low and helpless again. (And then that whole dick head colleague shit happens and crap hits the fan)

My heart

I think this belongs more in the angst au. Although I like parts of it for the main au, especially the stutter and Lance's parents getting worse because once Lance has the accident in hockey and ends his chance at that career, he becomes an outcast again and his parents are back to being horrible after a period of them treating him semi-normal

#childhood bestfriends au

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harrysbbby · 4 years

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scared to love

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Requested: Heyy, can you please write some JJ x reader where they have feelings for each other and the know somehow. But like Y/N is afraid of her feelings because she has been through a lot of emotional abuse and has been hurt by people close to her and she doesn’t want to have her heart broken by another person who is important to her and also thinks that she will break him even more but she still can’t help to have feelings for him. I don’t if this makes sense thanks. Btw I really love your writing ❤️❤️

thank u to the very kind anon who requested this. this is the first request i’ve done in a while just hoping it isn’t shit. but enjoy x

Y/N hadn’t been friends with Kiara all that long before she convinced her to hand out with the rest of her friends.

Y/N hadn’t even meant to become such good friends with her, but she was lonely and the nice girl, with the curly hair who came up an spoke to her at lunch when no one else would seemed like a better bet than anyone.

Kelce, Y/N’s boyfriend (or more aptly, ex-boyfried, although hard to come to terms with) had cheated on her the few days before. She had sat on her own in the cafeteria, now an outsider, banished from the groups she called her “family”. Sarah cast her an indifferent look, before turning back to Topper and Kelce, who had his arms around the girl Y/N had caught in his bed.

She moved her food around her plate, the food no longer appetising as she swallowed the lump in her throat. A mane of untameable bushy curls framing a slender body slouched next to her. Y/N recognised the girl as Kiara, someone she did not know overly well. She had heard of her, and her falling out with Sarah, but that was before Y/N’s time with Kelce.

“So you’ve been booted too, huh?” she asked monotonously, chomping into a carrot stick with the least amount of enthusiasm she had ever seen.

“Yep,” Y/N replied.

Each day Kiara would join her at the same table, bonded together as outcasts. Kiara complained about how Sarah was a back-stabbing bitch and Y/N complained about how Kelce was a cheating man-whore. Their friendship continued to grow deeper, Kiara talking about the new friends she made who she referred to as the Pogues, just as Y/n started to open up about her home life.

Her dad had left well before she was born, and her mother, not being able to cope with the stress of being a single parent or the heartbreak she felt when the love of her life left her, had palmed you off to your Aunt and Uncle, gracious enough to take you in as their own, and send you to the private school of the Outer Banks. But their bottomless pockets of wealth were never enough to fill the void of Y/N’s empty heart. Kelce had filled it for a while, but now she just wondering if instead of filling the hole, she was really just using him to cover it up.

In an attempt to make her feel better and more included Kiara invited her to a day out on the marsh with her friends. With no reason to decline, she accepted the offer.

So, Y/N met the Pogues, who while albeit it mildly insensitive to the fact she had just had her heart ripped out of her chest by a long-term boyfriend she trusted, were a good distraction. Pope was lovely, finally someone she was able to chat about books and movies. John B was like the older brother she’d never had, pushing her to try new things, but being there to catch her if she fell.

JJ... well, he was a little different. He was raucous and loud and absentminded about other’s feelings. But it exactly what Y/N needed. To get away from the money, and the expectations and the lies and just enjoy some time with her newfound friends.

Easier said then done.

She knew JJ was a flirt. He would sling his arm over her shoulder as they walked to the beach, or place a hand on her thigh while sitting beside her on the HMS Pogue. He would make off-hand comments about how good she looked in a bikini or if she was being uptight that she “needed a good fucking.”

He meant well, and Y/N took them as light-hearted joked but she could tell there was more. More in the way his hands would linger as they brushed her’s when passing her a beer around the Kegger fire, or how he would stare intently at her when she explained concepts to him on their weekly study session in the Chateau. JJ was important to her. Which was exactly why she continued to deny his advances.

Y/N couldn’t handle the pain she would endure if JJ hurt her. The wound from her father leaving her was long, but had was now a forgotten scar. The wound from her mother abandoning her with her Aunt and Uncle was a scar, only recently healed. The wound Kelce left when she caught him with another girl was still fresh, barely beginning to mend. If she gave herself to someone again and she got hurt, her wounds would re-open, leaving her to unravel, unsure if she could piece herself back together again.

So she started to avoid him. And he noticed. And she thought she had gotten away with it, until one night at the Boneyard, when he pulled her aside, their slightly intoxicated states allowing the conversation to arise with nearly no inhibitions.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he stated as they reached the outskirts of the party, quiet enough to hear each other speak.

“No, I haven’t,” she countered. JJ crossed his arms, glaring at her.

“Really?” he asked sarcastically, “so you haven’t ignored all of my texts and left every room I entered at The Chateau?”

Y/N sighed, running a frustrated hand through her hair. There was really no way she could hid from this.

“I thought you liked me,” JJ’s voice came out a lot quieter than she had ever heard it before. Hearing him speaking so softly and tenderly threw her off.

“I..I,” she stuttered, before taking a deep breath, causing herself to look his eyes, which usually looked like oceans, now whirled into a confused storm. “I do like you JJ. That’s the problem.”

“What?” he asked, obviously confused. She couldn’t blame him. She huffed, her mouth opening a few times, no words being formed. She didn’t know what to say.

“I’m scared JJ,” she said, hands running nervously along her arms. His hands covered them, ceasing their movements, forcing her to look up at him.

“Of what?”

“Getting hurt,” she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She shrugged JJ’s hands off of hers, bringing them to her face, hiding her face, now spilling over with tears, “You’re a flirt JJ. And a fuckboy. You take a girl, treat her like a piece of meat and shover her to the side. I can’t take that,” she had started to hyperventilate words struggling to form as the back of her throat hiccupped, “like from my dad, to my mum, to Kelce...I... I don’t think I could... take it... getting hurt by someone I care so much about.”

Her sobs were racking her body as she spoke. JJ grabbed her shoulders pulling her into him. His hand cautiously ran along her back, uncomfortable with the fact he had to comfort her. He wanted to, he just didn’t know how.

“I’m broken, JJ,” she whimpered out, clawing desperately at his shirt, “I can't handle it anymore.”

JJ wasn’t sure how to proceed, holding the fragile girl in his arms. He let her cry, only speaking when she had calmed, holding her at arms length.

“I would never hurt you, Y/N,” he said seriously, gazing deeply into her eyes. She felt herself nodding, almost agreeing with the fact she knew she would never hurt him. But it was if she had been burnt, she was too scared to get close to the fire again. “I would never hurt you.”

His fingers placed gently on her chin, pulling her in for a soft kiss. She was hesitant at first, before letting him consume her. She felt safe and protected as he wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her close.

And she was. Her wounds began to heal. Scars littered her heart, but there were no more gashes letting her bleed out.

She was never hurt again

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lmao idk what this was eeeew hope you all enjoyed feel free to send me any requests for any characters!

#jj outer banks #jj x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fanfiction #outer banks #outerbanks #outer banks fanfiction #obx #obx jj #jj smut

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 4 years

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In the HOS Universe, how would Steve and Y/N cope with a betrayal whether it's from someone close to them or a servant or one of their people? I just read the oneshot you posted (I loved btw, the interaction with Steve and Y/N was sweet)and the beginning made me weary of Quill at first bc I was like ~*food that he brought from his travels? sounds kinda sus pls don't eat it Y/N bc Quill probably has bad intentions*~ and turns out Quill didn't have really bad intentions so I'm like that's a relief

Occurs shortly after the events in Mirror

Heart of Steel – Masterlist

Y/N jolted awake for reasons unknown. Perhaps it was a nightmare. If it was, she had immediately forgotten what it entailed.

She turned to see if she’d woken her husband. But she found his side of the bed completely empty. The covers were still intact, proving that he had never even come to bed.

The fire in their bedchambers was still crackling, making Y/N suspicious that Steve had been in to add more wood to assure she didn’t get cold without him.

Y/N moved out of their giant bed and grabbed her robe.

Though there was a hundred places in the castle where the King could be hiding, she knew the most likely one.

Y/N opened her bedchambers to find knights guarding the door.

They both bowed their heads respectively.

“I assume he is in his study?” She asked one of them.

He bowed his head again, “Aye, Your Majesty.”

She nodded and gave a polite smile before making her way there.

The study was across the hall from the giant library, which Y/N and the children were often found during the days. Sometimes Steve would keep the door of his study open while he was busy, in hopes that he could hear his wife and children’s voices or laughter.

Now Y/N did not see the need in knocking. This was her home, after all.

Steve didn’t even raise his head upon her entrance as he looked through scrolls of parchment.

Y/N slowly made her way to his desk. “My Love, it is nearly morning. You need rest.”

He finally lifted his head to acknowledge his wife.

Then he shifted his position, his body language making it clear that he wished for her to come to sit on his lap.

She happily obliged.

Y/N caressed his cheek. “What troubles you?”

The King sighed. “Someone knew that our children were traveling. Someone betrayed us. There is no other explanation.”

Y/N nodded, knowing he was right. The idea had been haunting her as well.

“They must have received money form the bandits...” she thought aloud.

“The lives of our children...all for mere coin,” Steve agreed with disgust.

“Surely they did not wish to kill them then. They most likely wished to hold them for ransom, hoping we would pay a large sum for their safe return.”

“And we would have...” Steve clarified.

They both know he would’ve. There was nothing the King wouldn’t do to save and protect his children.

“I know what keeps you awake,” Y/N told him gently as she held his face.

“Is that so?”

“It is not the mystery of who could betray us. It is that you know who it is and you dread giving your sentence,” she told him.

He gave his wife a sad smirk. “Your mind still amazes me yet, my love.”

“So, who is it?” She asked, ignoring the compliment.

“It is Wilfred Malick,” Steve sighed.

“He has served my family since my father was a young man – before he even married my mother.”

Y/N frowned. “Why would he do such a thing?”

“Every traitor has their reasons. I do not care to ponder. All of them must face the consequences for their betrayal. He will be no exception.”

Y/N studied her husband’s face for a few moments. “A just and rightful king still must serve punishment to those who have betrayed him. It does not make you any less of a good man, Steven.”

He nodded, knowing she was right. But his doubts still haunted him.

“Now, please come to bed. You need rest.” Her command was made final with a soft kiss to his lips.

He followed her like a sailor follows a siren. And together they returned to bed.

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Wilfred Malick was thrust to the stone floor at the feet of his King and Queen, who sat on their thrones with their heads held high.

“Do you know why you are here, Malick?” One of the Knights of Howl asked him.

“I-I-I am innocent,” the man stuttered.

Steve glared at the peasant. “You dare lie to me, your King?”

The man remained quiet.

“You have betrayed me, and therefore you have betrayed your kingdom.”

“I-I-I do not know what you speak of, Your Majesty.”

“Liar!” Steve bellowed. “It was you who divulged the whereabouts of my two children, your prince and princess. You were the only one who possessed the letter digressing their travels to Zamora. You sold your knowledge to pillagers,” Steve hissed. “And for what? For mere coin.”

Malick was now shaking, knowing full well that he had been caught.

And in his desperation, he shot forward to the Queen’s feet.

“Please, Your Majesty. Show me mercy. You possess a woman’s kindness, a Queen’s mercy. I beg of you.”

But Steve had already shot to his feet and drew his sword as the man had taken even half of a step toward his Queen.

The rest of the knights in the court had already drawn their swords, as well.

Steve held his sword to Malick’s neck. “It would be wise to step away from your Queen’s feet. How dare you even address her directly!”

Y/N glared at the man, ignoring her husband’s defense. “You will find no mercy from me, Malick. You threatened my children. Therefore you threatened your very kingdom.”

Malick threw himself back at the Queen’s words.

“You are sentenced to execution. You shall be hanged at sunrise tomorrow,” Steve declared loudly, making sure all of the court could hear.

Malick shook his head. “Please, Your Majesty. I wish for the Guillotine.”

Steve stepped down from his throne, slowly taking the steps down so he was on the same level as the traitor.

He lowered so his mouth was to his ear. “You risked the lives of my son and daughter. You do not merit such a request. You will be hanged, and the kingdom will watch as the last few moments of your life are taken from you.”

And as promised, Malick stood on a platform in the royal square the next morning.

The townspeople had come to watch, as if it were some form of entertainment.

He looked up to see the King and Queen look down on him from their balcony.

But as the platform disappeared from below him, his death was not instant. His neck did not break. And the knot was not tight enough on his neck, for it took 15 minutes for the Malick to die.

But throughout the whole time, the King and Queen’s gaze did not falter.

That day the people of Midgard learned what would happen if they were to betray their kingdom. King Steven was a just and rightful king. And the people loved him for it. But he was not one to cross, and Midgard saw what happened when the people the King loved were threatened.

#heart of steel #heart of steel one shot #heart of steel drabble #heart of steel headcanons #heart of steel asks #heart of steel questions #king!steve rogers x reader #king steve rogers of midgard #queen Y/N of midgard #king!steve rogers x queen!reader

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sushinoyuhh · 3 years

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Tw: mention is s*icide on Q for quit.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Hinata is definitely the type to be pretty intense when it comes to affection. He constantly wants to be held by you or touch you, so usually he’s constantly hugging you, kissing you, or holding onto you where ever he goes. He’d never had a partner before so he’d definitely wants to show affection

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

At first, Hinata was completely grossed out with the thought of blood on his hands. He couldn’t even hurt a fly but ever since he got with you, he couldn’t even keep his hands off another person who try’s to either talk you or even touch you. Now-a-days blood doesn’t even phase him. It’s just a normal thing part of his everyday life now.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Oh he wouldn’t ever hurt you...physically. Just because he wouldn’t hurt you physically, doesn’t mean he wouldn’t hurt you mentally or emotionally! Overtime he’ll break you down mentally to the point that you’ll basically do whatever he wants. Plus he’ll condition you into staying with him forever :p .

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Nothing, mostly. He wouldn’t hurt physically you or do anything to upset you. Although they will be times when he’d fuck you against your will.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Pretty secretive actually. Of course he says “I love you” every second of the day, but he’d never tell you about the people he’s hurt or his obsession with you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Oh, he’d be so upset! He would start to cry and try to emotionally manipulate you into feeling bad for fighting back. If you haven’t got the memo yet, Hinata is very manipulative.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

My friend, this is not a game. Don’t even think a bout leaving him unless you like being emotionally and mentally tormented.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

One time he’d made a big scene in front of the the whole cafeteria. He’d started crying very loudly about you leaving him. Poor thing made everyone look at you with pure disgust and resentment.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He wants you to be with him forever and potentially start a family.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Of course he gets jealous! Anyone who dare converses with you just better expect to be dead in the next few hours. The luckiest anyone had gotten off the hook was a broken arm. Better yet, blackmail.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Very, very touchy—

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He’d be so blushy at first! He’d stutter and fidget with his fingers. You thought it was kinda cute.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Mostly, yes. He’d act pretty different in front of people until you guys got together. People noticed how touchy he was.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Nope.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Phone privacy/privilege, freedom to wear what you want, privacy in general

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Pretty patient for the most part

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

To be honest, if you died, successfully left him, or moved very far away he’d kill himself. He would deem himself of a failure and having no purpose to him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Nah bro. Yet he feels a little bad when you’re crying.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Him being lonely most of his childhood

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He doesn’t feel bad until you’re crying.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Nope.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Pointing out his lonely childhood, bribes, or crying.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Nope in terms of physically.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He’s obsessed but he doesn’t see you as a god or some deity.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A month or two.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Mentally and emotionally, yes.

request page is open btw! hope you enjoyed

#haikyuu x reader #hinata headcanons #yandere haikyuu #hinata x reader #yandere hinata

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justcallmenikki7 · 4 years

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Min Yoongi & Park Jimin: BTS!Twilight!Au HeadCanon

Summary: here is a glimpse at the beta and the epsilon of the pack!

Warnings: mentions of insecurities/eating disorders, depression, anxiety, FLUFF, POLY if that is still being considered as a warning along with mxm, fluffffff, my bad writing

W.C.: 1.4k

Notes: so i basically worked on this when i had breaks at work, so it might be a little confusing and jumped around, but i know. i will be going back and fixing this whenever i have time and after writing the one shot. SHOUT OUT TO @minniepetals for being a BIGG motivator for me during this long dry spell or writing. she is amazing and i cannot thank her enough for reassuring me and working with me. i know that i have been slacking with writing (hate work) but trust me, i am writing. my life has been too hectic lately and i am wanting this series to be amazing. ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!

Masterlist

· Both Yoongi and Jimin are lonely

· But different type of lonely

· First off – Yoongi

· To sum it up – Yoongi comes from a broken family where his mom died from brain cancer and his father turned into an alcoholic after her death

· Yoongi was four at the time

· Growing up motherless and with an alcoholic father – he became very angry at the world and hated almost everyone

· In school he’s known as the quiet, but angry kid because of outbursts he has when people push him to far (which doesn’t take a lot from him)

· But the one person who didn’t push him to far was jimin

· Jimin bonds with Yoongi on a personal level, and he is very fond of the fairy like boy

· They met in sociology

· Btw yoongi is 26

· I will get to the age thing when I talk about jimin – so one second

· So yes, he graduated from high school and was trying to live a life of his own, which backfired on him due to turning.

· Speaking of turning

· When he turned, he cut all ties with Jimin after this – which hurts both of them

· But let’s take a look at Jimin’s life

· So Jimin comes from what others would call a ‘perfect family’

· Jimin can admit that his family can be considered perfect

· But jimin does not feel as if that he belongs in his family

· Coming from a family that is very successful and considered to be ‘perfect’ jimin feels very pressured

· Everyone has high expectations for Jimin so Jimin always puts a fake smile on and does everything in his power to please

· From this, he becomes severely insecure and develops depression and an eating disorder

· When Jimin was a Junior in high school and Yoongi was a senior, they both have sociology and they sat next to each other

· Que love at first sight

· Truthfully the both of them did not know what it was, but they know that there is this c e r t a i n bond between them

· So when Yoongi became distant towards jimin, Jimin becomes very depressed and closed himself off

By the way, Jimin is now out of high school and so is Yoongi

They’re both in college with the pack*

But when they accidentally ran into each other when they both were in the woods, Yoongi felt something weird, the weird that Namjoon explained when he first met his imprint

It clicked to him and then

BAM

Yoongi imprinted on Jimin and they have reunited

I am going to give a more insider on this in a seperate one shot

But just know that this was a very cautious beginning for the two of them because of Jimin’s insecurities and Yoongi’s change.

Eventually, mainly a month later Jimin changed and that cleared things up for the two

Wolf Descriptions

Yoongi is the beta of the pack and is badass

When Yoongi changed, Namjoon really helped Yoongi by calming him down and reassuring him that everything’s fine

Form the first meeting, Yoongi felt a connection (alpha and pack one) to Namjoon and found a fondness and closeness to the alpha

Like in Jungkooks one shot, Yoongi indeed does have an all black coat that allows him to blend into the night to the point even those who have the greatest eyesight cannot even see him

Yoongi jokes about how his fur coat represents how he has no feelings or soul

Yoongi’s Wolf is also his best friend (like how it’ll be for every member)

But his wolf helps him cope better because his wolf Dagny, helps Yoongi stop and take a breath kind of deal

But if the situation is where either both Jimin and you (imprint) are threatened or harmed, or anything in that aspect, better pray for that person because Yoongi is similar to Paul in this area - there’s literally no way to get Yoongi calmed unless it’s either his imprint or Jimin coaxing him.

As for Jimin - Sereperindity vibezzzzz - fur color = blonde.

Jimin’s Wolf is actually kind of smaller than everyone else’s

To a human he seems gigantic but when he’s in wolf form standing next to everyone else he has a smaller frame

But one thing that comes out of this is that he is able to maneuver through trees and is a lot quicker

Just like everyone else, Jimin’s Wolf is his safety and his wolfs name is Neon

Whenever he is feeling emotional or insecure he turns into his wolf so he is able to cope and talk to someone

Even tho he has you and yoongi, his bond with his wolf is something that both you and Yoongi can’t have with jimin

Okie that sounded harsh, but ya know what I mean?

Thankfully both you and Yoongi understand this and aren’t jealous of it and are actually happy for Jimin to have someone to turn too and have a good coping mechanism.

Imprint:

Okay, FYI - everything is still based in college (I think I forgot to mention that)

So, Yoongi and Jimin are both in the same classes (Yoongi actually went behind Jimin’s back when he enrolled because he wanted to be in every class with Jimin).

Jimin wasn’t thrilled but he couldn’t deny his fluttering heart at this

But y’all meet in Developmental Psychology on the first day

I wanna be cliche hehe

But you ran into both Jimin and Yoongi as you were turning a corner which led to the class

You heard a growl *damnit yoongi* which scares you into a stuttering mess

And as you looked into Jimins eyes,

BAM

imprint

Yoongi also felt this too because of the bond

Que guilty Yoongi and Dagny

But you did feel something but you were severely intimidated by the two BTS members so you ran off

Both Jimin and Yoongi wanted to chase after you but they both also didn’t want to force the bond onto you

So being causal, they both sat by you

They totally did not sniff the air for you backpack (lmaoooooo)

So when you found out that they were sitting by you, you definitely tried to move seats but with your luck, they both glared at anyone to the point where those would put their bags in the seat next to them

You sighed, which made them feel bad because they could feel the anxiety you radiated, but eventually you gave in and sat down

They totally feel really bad

During the lecture they stared at you to the point you snapped

“Can you please stop staring at me, I’m trying to concentrate.”

You were shocked from how they listened to you automatically

You apologized for sounding rude - you just want to focus on your studies

After class they asked to talk to you

Talking meaning Jimin rambling to you while Yoongi is quietly staring at you adoringly

Basically all you could comprehend is jimin asking to be friends

To which you agreed

Okay I’m trying to save everything for the one shot

Anyways

You balance both Jimin and Yoongi due to their insecurities and their demons

You’re the reason why they now wake up everyday

1 because they want to make you happy

And 2 - you make them want to wake up

Of course they both felt like this before they found you

But they now have another reason , and also because the thought of you finding someone else haunts them

You CONSTANTLY have to remind that YOU LOVE THEM!!

Also that you’re their damn imprint and that you could never, couldn’t want to love anyone else like you love them

They also don’t realize how much they help you

Especially by when your anxiety gets bad

They’re the only outlets you have when it comes to your anxiety

Sometimes you do feel like you came crashing into their life and interrupted the relationship and you do sometimes feel like you’re left out

Once those two found about those feelings

Love ….. you sure were attacked by reassurances and love by them

You truly don’t realize how much you help them

It’s so disgustingly fluff that the pack sometimes feel like they’re watching a Hallmark movie lmao

It’s so cute

So in all - you complete them and they complete you.

It’s a balanced relationship with open communication and help/love

No one is left out and no one feels alone

I want to be in a poly relationship with Jimin and Yoongi :(

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