#if there are any mistakes in here I'm sorry but its 1am and I'm very tired so I'm gonna go to bed now
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I read this amazing Cody-centric wing-fic by @meebles, so now I'm thinking about Clones with wings, and - because I'm me - specifically the Bad Batch with wings.
What would their wings look like? The regs' wings would all be identical/very similar, of course, with the individuality mostly showing in dyes and so on. But the Batch with their mutations will likely have different wings too.
I want Crosshair's wings to be similar to the ice vultures', for obvious thematic reasons, but also because vultures tend to hang around in high places, whether that's sitting in a tree somewhere or circling high up in the air, waiting and watching. Good sniper traits. I don't think we really get to see the vultures in the show, but I assume they're white/grey, to blend in against the snow and ice and white/grey skies. Good colors for Crosshair.
The rest will be under the cut because this got away from me a little (a lot).
For Tech, I'm thinking common kestrel wings. I don't know if kestrels have any particular behavioral traits that would fit Tech, I mostly just like their colors for him. I did read a little bit, though, and what stood out to me was that the kestrel has multiple hunting methods - it does the usual bird of prey thing, of circling around on an updraft over open land and diving for its prey, or sitting on a fence pole or in a tree or even a bush and jumping on a mouse or whatever that gets too close. The thing it does that's maybe less common is that it will also skim across fields, very close to the ground, to pounce on anything small enough for it to eat. And maybe I'm reaching a little here, but that seems to me like a very resourceful bird which is also a very competent flier, and I figure that does fit our Tech very nicely.
I do kind of want to pick vulture for Tech too, if just to match his twin, but. I like the kestrel better. I mean, just look at it:
For Wrecker... Maybe something like a white-tailed eagle? Because. Big. And good at fishing. On a more angsty note, I'm thinking whatever happened to give Wrecker his iconic scar/cost him his eye, it probably also damaged his left wing. Maybe not enough to ground him fully, but enough that flying/steering would be harder for him, which is at least part of the reason he's still scared of heights.
Hunter's wings would probably be pretty similar to the regs', maybe a tiny bit smaller. I'm thinking something like the New Zealand falcon, or kārearea. Bird of prey, dark brown, fairly simple coloring (though still very pretty). According to the NZ Department of Conservation, there are three ecological forms of the kārearea: A large, pale 'eastern' falcon; a smaller, darker 'Bush' falcon, and a 'southern' falcon that's somewhere inbetween in both size and color. Perhaps the regs' wings are more like the eastern/southern ones (left image, I think), while Hunter's are more like those of the bush falcon (right image)?
Disclaimer: I actually know fuck-all about these birds, only what I've just read - if I'm mistaken about the identity of these birds, I blame the sources, which should all be linked in the images, though tumblr is tumblr.
Echo doesn't get his own picture (sorry, Echo) because he's a reg, technically, so he has wings like the left one above. I... am not sure what happened to them in that explosion, or his time on Skako Minor. Probably not very good things. Maybe his wings are just heavily scarred/damaged, maybe they're gone completely. Maybe he's got prosthetics for one or both of them?
(I'm just now realizing that the Clones having wings would mean some things on that mission to Skako Minor - namely, the escape from the techno Union's facility - would turn out slightly different, since they don't need those flying reptiles to get away when they have their own wings. Though maybe they still do if at least one (Skywalker), and maybe two or three of the people on that team can't fly (Echo, Wrecker). I'm well aware them having wings would completely change the mission to Eriadu in the TBB s2 finale, what with them being able to just. fly over there. and away again. Even if they do use the sky-rail or whatever, for Wrecker and/or Echo's sake, Tech would still have his wings, so... All's good.)
Omega also doesn't get her own image (sorry, Omega) because while she's not a reg, exactly, she's an unaltered Clone, which means... Well. I'm not actually sure what that means. I suppose that depends on whether Fett had wings, or that's something the Kaminoan's added? I'm gonna go with the first one, because I like that better. The Kaminoans may have changed things about the wings, but Omega will still have wings, because Fett did too. But that also means she'll have wings identical, or at least very similar to the regs' (left img. above), though maybe she'll have lighter feathers, to match her lighter hair. Also, since she's still (physically) a child, she'll have wings that look more like the immature/juvenile falcons', which means... less spots and stripes? I think? I'm not sure.
I'm also not sure when this whole thing changed from 'idle musings' to 'full-blown headcanons' but it certainly happened. Let me just go back and add a read-more somewhere. Alright, that's done. I'm not really sure if I'm actually gonna... do anything with these headcanons. I do really like the concept of meebles' fic, though - showing different relationships through the grooming and preening of wings - so maybe I'll write something a la that at some point, just for the Batch instead of Cody. Maybe some hurt/comfort about what the Empire does to Crosshair's wings while he's a prisoner? And how he has to learn to trust people near him/his wings again, and how his brothers help him heal, both physically and mentally.
If I do ever write something about all this, I'll make sure to link back to meebles's fic as the inspiration - and in case you missed it up top, or just don't wanna scroll all the way back up again (that's fair, this got rather long), here it is again: and the stars, like a loved one by firelord_zutara on Ao3, also known as meebles here on tumblr. Go read it, you won't regret it.
#Star Wars#codywan fic rec#Star Wars: The Bad Batch#TBB headcanons#TBB wings au#Clones with wings au#TBB Crosshair#TBB Hunter#TBB Wrecker#TBB Tech#TBB Omega#Clone Trooper Echo#birds#birds of prey#to the people still waiting for me to answer their WIP Wednesday ask: I'm sorry; I promise I will get to them#words are just annoying atm#I say; having just written how many words about clones and birds and bird-clones? idk I'm not counting them#if there are any mistakes in here I'm sorry but its 1am and I'm very tired so I'm gonna go to bed now#enjoy?
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THE OLD GUARD - CHAPTER 3
"We don’t get a say on how it ends, we never have. But we can control how we live."
Summary : You are a powerful witch, cursed and hurt through ages. Owner of your esoteric shop, you were resigned to live this lonely life when the powerful magic of soulmates and fate came to you.
Pairing : poly BTS x reader (she/her)
Genre : soulmate au, demons bts au, witch y/n au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, polyamory relationships
Status : In process
Word Count : 4.5K
Warnings : eventual smut, angst, mention of depression, death, suicide, past trauma, violence, blood, past (sexual) abuse, past torture, PTSD, scars, self harm, and more.
Tag list : @blackrockshooter780 @babyymeme @starrlo0ver @suckerforv @mushroom-main @m1sss1mp @prettydancingdamzel @i-have-no-life-charlie @avadakadabra93 @veronawrites @kawaiikpoplover268 @didi-9310 @ghostlyworld @carolinexkpop @gooooomz @00ihatesnaku
A/N : HEY YO I'M BACK !! Okay, I'm really sorry it took so long to publish the chapter... my exams, and after that I took a long rest because I travel in Spain and then in Paris during a whole month ! So as an apologize, this chapter is hella long I think it's the longest I've ever wrote in my life jfdkljgfk... I hope you'll like it !
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In the next chapters, there will be revelations, and answers to questions hehe so please don't hate me too much…!
A BIG THANK YOU again for all these views, I thought that by being absent for so long, my writings would be forgotten … but not at all!
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Here is the link : The Old Guard Playlist
ps : sorry for the mistakes, it's already 1am here, but I really REALLY need to post something..... ENJOY :D
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Chapter 2 // Chapter 4
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“I did it! I beat Ganon! Did you see, Jimin ?”
Jungkook put down his controller next to him on the couch, raising his arms with a big smile. Beside him, Jimin didn't seem to pay attention to him. His eyes focused on his cell phone.
Jungkook frowned, and turned to Taehyung, sitting on his right.
"Taehyung, Taehyung! Look!!!"
But he noticed that Taehyung also seemed lost in thought and was not paying any attention to him.
Jungkook puffed out his cheeks, a pout on his face.
"Hyungs! What's going on?”
“Do you know where Yoongi is? "
Taehyung's question surprised Jungkook. He arched an eyebrow and thought for a few seconds.
He knew that Namjoon and Hoseok had gone to the public library for some research, but he couldn't remember which. Jin had gone to the grocery store.
And Yoongi... well, he didn't remember seeing him or even remembering him leaving the apartment.
"He's been missing for a while, he doesn't answer when I try to call him..." Jimin sighed as he threw his phone down next to him.
They remained silent for a few seconds, while the game on the television continued to play its cinematic.
Jungkook turned his head and noticed that the window was slightly open. He pointed at it with his chin to his partners.
The three demons then glanced at each other. They figured it out. They knew where Yoongi had gone.
"You think he went..." began Jungkook.
"I wouldn't even be surprised, he was very quiet yesterday after Namjoon’s explanations." Jimin continued.
And they all knew that at those times, it meant that Yoongi had something on his mind. And when he did, he became the most stubborn person alive. Nothing and no one could make him change his mind.
"That guy... Ah, when he gets home, he'll hear me." Taehyung sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
Jungkook jumped to his feet.
"Are you going to wait quietly for him to come back?" He asked, crossing his arms before straightening up from the couch. "Because I'm not. We've been waiting for this moment for way too long."
°°°
Yoongi was… well she couldn’t describe him. His voice was sweet, his little vibrato always made her body shiver a little. Besides, he was so kind, so gentle, she had never seen so much tenderness in a gaze that was destined to her.
Well, of course, there was Jin. But that was so, so long ago.
She bit her lower lip nervously. Thinking about him made her heart ache. She was close to him like she never was since the two of them were separated, yet so far at the same time. She still hadn't thought about how she would manage it. She'd never figured out how to get his memory back, and she’d never found him at all to try anything though.
At first, she had planned to spend the afternoon with her books, researching curses, spells, or some kind of memory-related magic. She wanted to have some sort of plan before she tried any approach with her soulmates.
But it seems that one of them decided otherwise.
Yoongi never took his eyes off her. She seemed to be lost in her thoughts for some reason, probably his visit disturbed her.
He couldn't read her mind, she was probably powerful enough to block her mind to telepaths, as he and his demon boyfriends were. His admiration for her only grew stronger and stronger.
He wanted to know what was happening in her head, what seemed to be troubling her.
From the moment he saw her through her shop window in his cat form, busy watering her plants when he saw the lines on her face when he realized he was standing in front of his last soulmate, the world stopped in front of him for a moment.
Just as he felt when he met Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung. That feeling of being face to face with someone he'd known all his life, even though he'd never spoken to them, someone who completed him, who finally made him feel whole and fulfilled.
A soul mate, pure and simple.
She felt the same way. Like the day before with Namjoon, and when she was with Jin before they separated. However, she wasn't used to experiencing... so many positive feelings and emotions like that.
She'd also thought that Namjoon would never talk about her or want to see her again.
Apparently, she was wrong.
She fidgeted nervously with her fingers, keeping a certain distance between them. She wanted to ask Yoongi where the others lived, to meet them, and finally see Jin again after all these years.
But the problem was that Jin didn't remember her. And when Namjoon, Yoongi, and the others hear about what happened, they probably wouldn't want anything more to do with her. And that was what she was afraid of.
The pain of losing a soul mate is a sharp pain, like having her heart ripped out, without any anesthetic, raw.
She met people who had been rejected by their soulmates, or who had experienced the death of their soulmates. They were a shadow of their former selves, and remained so for the rest of their lives, until their last breath. Most of the time, they ended up taking their own lives, the latter being a gentler and more bearable solution than living without one or both halves.
She'd been through it once, with Seokjin. If she hadn't been immortal, she wouldn't have survived it.
"I don't know what's been going through your head, or what you've been going through all these years alone," Yoongi began, taking a step towards her, "but it's all over now. I mean, you're not alone anymore, not now that we've found you. You should have seen Namjoon when he came home yesterday, I haven't seen him this excited since we met Jungkook decades ago." He let out a chuckle.
She looked up at him, he was close to her, very close.
If he knew, he wouldn't say that. Even though she couldn't deny that those words warmed her whole being without really controlling it. So, Namjoon was happy to meet her? Were they all?
"You really thought Namjoon wouldn't tell us about you and we wouldn't want you?" He asked, tilting his head to one side.
"Honestly, yes." she admitted with a shrug, smiling shyly, "I'm... old, very old, I spent several centuries alone, never finding my soulmates so... I always told myself that they weren't looking for me, or simply didn't want me."
And the only one I ever knew, I lost him, she thought.
"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, his deep, soft voice making her shiver, "I'm sorry it took me so long to find you, we all are, believe me."
He raised his hand, without hesitation, to place it gently on her cheek. Normally, she wasn’t the most comfortable with physical touch, but strangely, she hadn't flinched, she hadn't moved. The warmth of Yoongi's hand against her skin felt good and soothing in a way she couldn't describe a comfort she hadn't felt... for ages.
She surprised herself leaning slightly against it, even closing her eyes when he started to rub softly her cheek with his thumb.
She opened her lips to reply but heard something behind Yoongi that made her take a step back. She heard the bell of her shop signifying that someone was entering.
"I knew it!" she heard a deep voice approach them, "I knew you wouldn't listen to Namjoon hyung!"
She tilted her head as Yoongi turned his, not disturbed by the interruption. She was surprised to find herself facing three new people. She didn't need to ask who they were, nor she didn't need to ask Yoongi who these three beautiful and handsome men standing in front of her were.
When her eyes met those of the smallest of the three, while the other two were talking to Yoongi, she didn't even know about what because she wasn't paying any attention. Her gaze was completely absorbed by this pink-haired person standing a few meters away from her. She was feeling for the second time today what she had felt earlier with Yoongi.
These three people were part of their bond. They were their soulmates too.
One of the other two noticed the smaller boy's attitude and turned toward him.
"Jimin, are you..." he began, turning his head to follow his gaze, "Okay..."
His voice trailed off when he saw her.
She didn't know what to say or do, she could feel four pairs of eyes on her now.
She noticed a smile tugging at the corner of Yoongi's lips and she bites her own nervously.
He knew that the maknaes would notice his absence, and would quickly realize where he was and, most importantly, that they would come to her.
"Are you..." the smaller one, Jimin, whispered in a trembling voice, taking a step towards her.
"Yes... Yes, I am." she replied, looking away, "It's a pleasure to meet y-ah...!"
She hadn't had time to finish her sentence when she felt a pair of arms around her waist and a body pressing against hers. She looked down, surprised to see a pink ball, slightly trembling.
"We've been waiting for you for so long..." he murmured shakily.
She felt her head spin slightly under all these new sensations, not so new, but ones she hadn't felt for ages. It was as if she was rediscovering them.
She didn't know how to react and didn't have time to think about it when she felt two new pairs of arms around her waist.
"Jimin, don't monopolize her yet!" a young man with blue hair sulked, "Ah, I can't tell you how happy I am to finally meet you... Can I call you Noona?"
She didn't know what to say and didn't have time to think about it either.
"Noona," the tallest of the three murmured as he hugged her a little tighter, "I can't believe I can finally hold you... You’re real...!"
She was surprised to see Jimin sobbing quietly in her arms. She looked up, utterly confused, and searched for Yoongi, who was standing not far from her, his hand resting on Jimin's back, stroking him affectionately as he looked at her. He gave her a gentle smile and shrugged.
"They are our maknaes, Jimin," he pointed to the pink-haired one, "Taehyung," he pointed to the blue-haired one, "and Jugkook, the youngest." He finished by pointing to the last one, who was looking at her with shining eyes.
“Noona, you’re so gorgeous,” Jungkook said, making her blush furiously.
“Kook’… you're making her uncomfortable," Yoongi grumbled as he brought his hand up to stroke Jimin's hair.
"I'm not... thank you..." she smiled as she saw Jungkook's face light up, then looked down at Jimin, "Is he all right?" she asked, worried to see him in such a state.
"Don't worry about him," Taehyung caught her eye and gave her a big smile, "he's very sensitive and just happy to finally find you."
"And we've been waiting for you... "Jungkook continued before letting out a shy little laugh, "Ah, you must have heard it lots of times since yesterday but... It's true... we've been looking for you for years, without success..."
"We've all always had that hole in our hearts..." Jimin spoke again, raising his head, his eyes bright and slightly red, "It was painful sometimes when all that was missing for us was you, I don't even want to imagine how you must have felt without any of us..."
She didn't even notice that tears had started to fall as they spoke. She wasn't the kind of person who cried easily, far from it. But in less than two days, this was already the second time it had happened.
She didn't know why she was so moved by their words, perhaps because they were the people she'd been looking for all her long life, never finding, thinking they didn't want her, which turned out to be wrong.
She could feel the deep empathy in their words because they'd been through the same thing as her - less so because they were all together - she felt understood by the people who were meant for her, and that feeling was indescribable.
Noticing her tears, the three maknaes backed away slightly but stayed close to her.
"Noona I... we're sorry if we said something hurtful..." murmured Jimin nervously.
"No, I'm the one who's sorry," she replied, shaking her head, "I'm just... I don't know, it all seems so unrealistic..."
And it still was. Knowing that she found her soulmates, that Jin was only a few miles away... After all those years of loneliness, of feeling guilty, of secretly envying the people who crossed her path, happy with their soul mates...
She thought back to Minji's words, yesterday’s evening in their apartment...
« You deserve it more than anyone else. You spent your whole life helping anyone who asks for help, sacrificing your life more than once - literally - for the helping and saving. You deserve to be happy, with those who are destined for you. »
The thought of those words made her tears double. Because after all these years, centuries even, in darkness, the light was finally coming to her, the hope of a more bearable and less lonely eternity was growing inside her.
“Hey, sweetheart, please don’t cry,” Yoongi’s sweet voice brought her out of her thoughts, “You’re prettier when you smile.”
She blinked several times and looked at each of the people around her.
There they were, her soul mates.
“Ah, I think Namjoon hyung and Hoseok hyung are back home," suddenly muttered Taehyung, who had his phone in his hand, "They want to know where we are..."
"I think we're in a bit of a mess..." chuckled Jungkook, resting his cheek against her shoulder. "Oh, you don't know Hobi hyung yet!"
"Same for Jin, I think we're going to have a bad time when we get home... they're going to be even more jealous!" added Jimin with a small smile.
Her eyes had widened when he'd mentioned Jin's name. He was with them. There was no doubt about it now. The confirmation twisted her stomach slightly with anticipation and excitement.
Jin was alive. He was in the same town as her after... over five hundred years apart. She didn't know how to deal with it all, again, it all seemed so unrealistic. She felt like she was in a dream, that she'd wake up sooner or later, and that everything she was experiencing now was an illusion.
If this was indeed a dream, she hoped she'd never wake up.
"I have an idea! Why don't you come with us?"
She lowered her head at Jimin's question. This was something she hadn't expected.
"So you can meet them too and see Namjoon again! Good idea, Minnie!" Taehyung came and hugged his partner, kissing his cheek affectionately.
Jimin giggled in Taehyung's arms, making her smile. But the idea of finding herself in the same room as not just one, but all her soul mates. Seeing Jin again, without the certainty that he'd regained his memory... If they found out the truth, what had happened, she'd lose them for sure.
Selfishly, she didn't want that to happen. She wanted to see Jin again, of course. It was all she could think about, constantly, ever since they both split up. But the risk was too big now. She wanted to come to him with a plan, a way of getting his memory back if he hadn't. She owed him that.
"I know we're all more than happy to find her finally," Yoongi began, "but our beautiful soulmate can't just walk away from her business, can she?"
"But Yoongi hyung... I don't want to leave her..." pouted Jungkook, rubbing his cheek against her shoulder.
"I know Kookie, me neither," Yoongi sighed softly, understanding with Jungkook because he too didn't want to part with her, "but I think she needs some time to herself, to get over her emotions, am I right?"
He looked at her, his lips stretching slightly into a thin smile. She could see in his eyes that he wasn't reproaching her and that he was also prepared to stay if she asked him to. Every one of them was ready to go and get the moon for her if she asked them to.
"I understand... it must have been a lot of emotions for you..." Taehyung sighed sadly as he pulled away from Jimin, "So can we give you our phone number? And we'll give you our address too!"
"Good idea!" Jimin exclaimed and snapped his fingers to summon a piece of paper and a pen, " So you can come and see us whenever you like! Usually, there's always someone at home, but if there isn't, we'll give you the code, and you can just make yourself at home and wait for us!"
"Deal," she replied as Jimin wrote their numbers and addresses on the sheet of paper, "and you, feel free to come here, whenever you like, my apartment's upstairs, but I suppose you already know that..."
"What was I saying, she's extremely intelligent, our soulmate, as well as being beautiful," Yoongi smirked, making her blush.
"Aaah, I don't want to leave you, Noona..." Jungkook whined, grabbing her arm, "You smell so good too..."
YoShe u held back a smile, feeling a slight pinch in her heart.
She didn't want them to leave either.
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“You did what ?!”
Sitting on the sofa, Yoongi chuckled as the three maknae shrugged their shoulders at Hoseok, Seokjin, and Namjoon. Namjoon had his arms crossed against his chest, his eyebrows furrowed, while his two companions beside him looked desperate but amused at the same time.
"You're incapable of listening to a tiny indication, are you..." Namjoon blurted out accusingly, "I hope you haven't scared her..."
"Knowing these three," began Hoseok, addressing the maknae, "they would have been able to jump on her..."
Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook glanced at each other. Without needing to reply, Jin's eyes widened.
"You jumped on her..." It wasn't a question, but a statement.
"I... I wouldn't go to the extreme of using the word jump Jin hyung..." defended Jungkook with a pout, "and then... it was Jimin who clung to her first and cried like a baby !"
The said Jimin turned to his boyfriend, outraged and betrayed.
"At least I didn't make her feel uncomfortable by showering her with compliments! "Oh noona, you're so beautiful, you're so intelligent noona!" cried Jimin, pointing his finger at Jungkook, who was frowning, and Yoongi, who wasn't paying any attention to the conversation.
Hoseok and Jin couldn't help laughing as they watched their younger partners bickering, while Namjoon rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. He should have known that his partners wouldn't listen to him and would go and find her the second his back was turned. He wasn't that angry with them, he understood them. From the second they'd said goodbye the day before, all he could think about was seeing her again. Yoongi was the most stubborn and obstinate of them all, and if the maknaes were by nature very impatient, he was even more so.
He couldn't blame them, she was their soul mate just as she was his. And even if a reason they didn't know existed had darkened her heart and saddened her soul, she could not want to have something to do with them. She just couldn't.
His four companions had only listened to their hearts.
"Did it at least go well?" finally asked Hoseok, who had settled on the floor, facing the maknaes, "how is she?"
"She's incredible hyung!" exclaimed Taehyung, "She's beautiful and her voice is so sweet..."
"Aaah, I miss her," Jimin added as he dropped onto Taehyung, "we shouldn't have left..."
Hoseok chuckled and turned to Jin.
"That means we're the last ones who didn't meet her, ah, that's not fair... Jin, are you all right?"
They all turned to the older man who had sat on the edge of the large sofa. He was staring into space, his face disfigured by pain.
Yoongi was the first to react and got up to approach his elder.
"Hyung, is it the same as yesterday?"
Jin took his head in his hands, nodding. He didn't understand why these violent migraines were suddenly coming to him, and more importantly, why he was now having these flashes and memories that weren't his own.
Or were they? He had no memory of living in a human village with a hill and a big oak tree. And who was this person he was with? He couldn't see their face correctly, it was blurred, like everything that had happened since yesterday.
"What's wrong with him, Yoongi?" asked Namjoon, concerned.
"He's never been like this..." Jungkook sat down next to him, also worried.
Yoongi told them about yesterday's episode in the kitchen, which made Jin wince, not wanting to bother them with it.
"It's nothing," Jin muttered after a few seconds massaging his temples, "It's just tiredness I guess."
He wouldn't talk about the memories flooding his mind. He didn't want to worry them anymore. He'd look for the answers himself.
"Hyung you've been very tired before, you've never had this kind of response..." replied Jimin who had gone into the kitchen to get him a glass of water.
"He's right, maybe it's a problem with your powers? Or... argh, I don't know." Taehyung grumbled in frustration.
"It'll be fine," Jin reassured him with a small smile, "I'll get some rest, and everything will be better tomorrow. But I will remember that you met our soulmate and Hobi and I are the only ones who don't know her."
He chuckled when he saw the innocent looks on the maknae’s faces and ruffled Yoongi's hair to reassure him.
"If it happens again, you won't be able to escape," Yoongi replied simply, rising to his feet.
He said nothing, but when his gaze met Namjoon's, the two demons understood each other. Jin's condition coincided strangely with the meeting of their last soulmate.
Pure coïncidence? Or was there a link between her and Jin's condition?
°°°
Every day there was an outdoor market in Seoul. She used to go there regularly to find various types of plants for her potions, spells, and other magical preparations. But also, fruit and vegetables for her personal use.
This time, Handong has decided to come with her. She closed her shop for the morning and set off in the early hours.
She looked up at the sky and spotted the moon, gradually disappearing to make way for the sun. The full moon was for tonight.
She knew that the moon was a very powerful force for witches. It was also that moment when she recharged her crystals and prepared her moon water for the month.
But above all, the full moon influenced her powers. It was the best time to cast powerful spells and make sure they worked. It was therefore the perfect opportunity to find any spell that would help Jin recover his memory.
The day before, after Yoongi, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin had left, and after spending a good hour recovering from her emotions, she went back to combing through every magic book and grimoire she owned, whether in the bookshop or her personal library.
She hadn't found anything very conclusive. All the chapters on memory magic had one thing in common: the spells, their effects, and their duration always depended on who was casting them and who was being affected by them.
The spell cast on Jin could have disappeared, just as it could still be present. She could only know this by seeing him and talking to him. But even that was a tricky thing to do.
"Is everything all right, sweetie?" Handong asked in a soft voice, after noticing that she’d been quiet for a while now.
"Hm?" she turned her head towards her, before smiling and nodding, "Yes, of course! sorry I... I was thinking about my research last night."
"Don't apologize," Handong smiled at her, "It's perfectly understandable. Don't hesitate if you need advice, I'm not a specialist, but I'll gladly give you my opinion."
She nodded again and explained what she’d found. Her different ideas, but they all came down to a single point. She had to see Jin to find out about his condition and memory. And that was where she was stuck.
During her explanations and conversation, she had arrived at the market, and without stopping to talk, she looked at the different stalls, buying some fruit and vegetables from old ladies.
In the distance, she notices a stall selling papaya. She hadn't seen or eaten papaya for a long time. It was also Jin's favorite fruit.
Handong was busy with a merchant, so she waved back and headed towards the stall. She greeted the old woman manning the stall and looked carefully at the fruit on display.
As she reached out to take one, she saw an arm in her field of vision landing on the same papaya as her. Surprised, she turned her head mechanically to see who it was, before freezing, her eyes wide.
No, it couldn't be true.
She had to be hallucinating, it couldn't... be him.
And yet she could recognize that face, those features above all others.
Jin.
Kim Seokjin was standing in front of her.
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"By the way hyung, why were you and Joonie at the library yesterday?"
Jimin was currently sitting on a stool, watching Hoseok who was busy preparing lunch while Jin was away.
"Namjoon wanted to research our soulmate," he explained as he chopped some onions, "At first I didn't understand why honestly, but you know, over time, you and I know very well that Namjoon's instincts are never wrong."
"Does that mean you've found something?" exclaimed Jimin, suddenly straightening up.
Hoseok nodded, now working on dicing the vegetables. What they had found in the library... he could still hardly believe it.
Should he tell Jimin? Or should he wait until they are all together to share the results of their research?
He didn't have time to think about it any longer. He heard a loud knock, startling Jimin. It wasn't long before Yoongi and Jungkook emerged from their room, also startled.
"What's going on here?" Asked the older one, "I don't suppose we were expecting company?"
"Maybe it's Jin who's back and his arms are too full to open the door!" Jungkook added, tilting his head to one side. I'll get the door!"
He trotted to the door, dressed in a long sweatshirt belonging to Namjoon, who was still asleep in the room, just like Taehyung.
He opened the door with a big smile on his face.
"Hi! What took you so long Jin hyun..."
He didn't finish his sentence. His voice faded as he saw what was standing in front of him. At his silence, Yoongi and Jimin joined him, themselves freezing in front of what was in front of them.
Y/n was standing in front of them, totally panicked, out of breath, and sweating.
But she wasn’t alone.
"Help me... please..." she begged, her voice breaking. They could see she was holding back tears.
She was supporting Jin, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. A completely unconscious Jin.
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The shadow of the past
Pt. 1 - Eyes of the Moon | Next Part
There we go with the part one! There's not much of whump here, so you can consider this a bit of a prologue) Also, I'm not a native speaker and I don't have a beta reader, please forgive any mistakes!
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Nervill considered his life boring.
He just recently moved into this apartment, barely two weeks have passed. It was in good condition and newly renovated, and he got it for a surprisingly low price. They didn't say why, but he didn't ask. He is a good man, who can receive a gift well.
His work was also relatively close, so there shouldn’t be any problems with transport, but... let’s get back to his problem - Nervill is lonely to his very soul.
Previously, he thought that this would not be a problem, that he would always be busy with work and would be too tired to worry about such things, but... Every day the emptiness of the apartment was felt more and more strongly, to such an extent that Nervill was already beginning to imagine shadows moving where they shouldn't and whispers where there should be heavenly silence.
This was starting to make him nervous.
Maybe it was still worth getting a roommate?
Or at least a dog?
In order to distract himself at least a little from the obsessive fears that were constantly trying to cling to his thoughts and remain hanging there, he decided to re-read his favorite novel.
Novels have always been a kind of buoy for him, so as not to drown in the sea of huge and empty nothingness - his eternal companion.
This is how this book brought him to the present.
Nervill sat in his chair in the bedroom, the lamp stood on a small round table nearby, and he was immersed in the adventurous journey of the two heroes of his novel and the longing that he would never have something like this, when there was a whisper, a slight rustle and a barely noticeable change in the density of the air forced him to open his mind again.
He tensely clenched the book in his hands and looked up.
His bedroom was barely lit by the pale moonlight of the evening, slightly fueled by the diffused light of the lamp, but there was nothing. There was no one.
Everything became quiet again.
The air has melted.
Nervill didn't ease his worry.
He didn't know who or what it was, what this subtle change in atmosphere was, but it felt so real... a presence. And something told him that he shouldn’t ignore it. On the other hand, he could barely think, it was 1am.
So, he closes his book and sat tensely in the chair, looking around with scanning eyes in order to notice any movement, heightened his senses in order to feel any change in the space of his room.
Then he heard it.
"Hello?"
A barely audible whisper, barely a wave of sound touching him, but it was there.
Nervill jerked his head towards the voice, trying to catch the speaker with his eyes, to grab onto this discovery. He felt no fear, which was strange. Just an anxiety.
"Hello..?" — he tried in response.
Silence.
Then, slowly and smoothly, as if gathering pieces from all the surrounding energy, a shadow began to form on the wall - a faded, short figure with disheveled hair began to emerge on the wall, forming a silhouette. All of it, completely, was dark and without outlines inside the silhouette - like a real shadow, except perhaps without the one who casts it.
Two white eyes flashed on its face.
Nervill shuddered and recoiled in his chair, looking at the creature with wide eyes.
“Oh, I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you...” — another quiet whisper, as if it was afraid of disturbing someone. Shadow narrowed its eyes slightly in a somewhat regretful manner.
This confused the guy even more, though it involuntarily forced him to relax his guard. There was a kind of security in the air from the creature, though, rather... no, not security. There was an air of sadness and melancholy from it, a kind of shyness, but also kindness. It was everything but a threat. He felt himself drawn to the creature, despite the surreal nature of the situation.
Not believing himself, he puts the book down on the table and leans over the edge of his chair, looking intently at the shadow. It didn't move, watching him in response with luminous and large, like two moons, eyes.
The two silently studied each other for several seconds before Nervill finally raised his voice, breaking the silence that hung between them, which had already become familiar to this apartment.
“So... I've gone crazy,” he said, leaning back in his chair again and raising his eyes to the ceiling in exhaustion. He didn't think he was so lonely. So much so that he began to see shy shadow boys. But it all felt too vivid, too real - did it really get into his head so deeply that it led to hallucinations?
Nervill rejected the idea of this could be real - this is simply impossible, not in their world of science and progress, he cannot just... just communicate with a living shadow, damn him.
His hallucination, meanwhile, seemed upset by his imprisonment, and crawled up the wall - straight to the ceiling, in order to meet his gaze again, looking down at him.
“You’re not crazy. I’m real, if that bothers you,” — the shadow rustled still quietly, its eyes looking at him pleadingly. And wasn't it funny how he wanted to believe it? How did he want it to be true? At least not because he wanted to trust in his own sanity, but simply to finally find a friend? The prospect of being friends with the shadow, of course, sounded dubious, but did he have other options? Moreover, it even seemed cute... no, no, he should stop thinking about it, otherwise he will finally put himself in a straitjacket somewhere in a building with yellow walls.
Nervill looked away from the two eyes staring at him from the ceiling, feeling as if he had just kicked a puppy, and stood up from his chair. It was late in the evening and he still needed to get some sleep before the work week started. And indulging his sleepy mind will not help this.
Trying not to pay attention to the little sad sigh of the shadow that he left behind him, Nervill lay down in bed.
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The night passed without dreams, only memories of darkness haunted Nervill upon returning to the waking world.
Nervill opened his eyes and was greeted by the familiar emptiness and silence of his apartment.
Perhaps it was just a dream?
He didn't know whether he was happy or not.
Stretching and rising in bed with a groan, he again carefully looked around the bedroom, illuminated by the soft morning light and turning it into one large golden cave in which he slept, read, and wallowed in self-pity. Turning his head towards the curtains, his eye caught the edge of a book. It was lying on the table, in the same place and in the same way as he left it yesterday, wanting to quickly hide from his own failing mind.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes with his hands. The emptiness seemed even more palpable now, when there was no-
"Good morning"
Nervill shuddered and almost fell out of bed at the familiar quiet whisper sounding so loudly in the quiet apartment.
He looked up and stared at the two moons looking down at him. Deja vu.
"What the hell..." he whispered in disbelief as the shadow descended, now appearing on the wall behind him, just behind the head of the bed. The two moons were still watching him with a kind of childish curiosity. Oh damn, now looking into that featureless face up close, feeling the coldness emanating from it that had nothing to do with the bright intentions wafting from the shadow, as if it were an open book, he just thought, how could he have gotten away from this so easily yesterday?
He sighed once again and ran his hand through his tangled fair hair, without taking his eyes off the shadow.
"So... Either I'm so fucked up that I've given myself a permanent hallucination, or you're... real." — he muttered thoughtfully, looking at the shadow. It perked up at his last words and nodded (at least he could tell from the way its curls were bouncing) before smiling and- since when did it have a smile?
"Real, a truly real one!" It said, its voice a little louder with impatience, “So you believe me now?” It bowed its head, maintaining a small smile on its dark face.
He shrugged, not believing himself because he had begun to doubt the falsity of his own mind games after only two meetings and a few words with shade, a small smile touching his lips. The same positive energy seemed to radiate from the shadow, feeding this image of a curious bunny with large trusting eyes and, although the outlines of the figure were simple and uncomplicated, they said so much, more than any person could tell with just body language.
But, through the layers of it, he could still feel anxiety and unresolved fear somewhere deep within it, and could he be making it up? Invent his own feelings, create with his imagination the atmosphere hovering around this shadow?
"Yes, yes... I suppose so."
He quickly changed his mind, however, and even he himself didn't fully understand why, though... it couldn’t have been any other way, he thought. When the haze of drowsiness and melancholy that he had so carefully tried to eclipse with his novel didn't envelop his mind as it had yesterday, he could feel it all more clearly, as if everything was pushing him towards something that he didn't believe in, but perhaps hoped for... And yet, perhaps the world of progress could not explain everything.
Meanwhile, the shadow smiled even wider - and wasn’t his smile so charming?
"Thank you! I... really didn't think anyone would finally notice me." — whispered the shadow with a certain note of melancholy in its quiet, even voice, the only sign that something more was actually hidden behind it. The words sounded familiar to Nervill's ears, as if an echo of his own thoughts were speaking directly to him. Perhaps he, after all, found himself a roommate.
Several seconds passed in silence, except for the barely audible trembling of the air that indicated that the shadow was moving, although Nervill didn't look at it. He looked ahead, wondering if his life would change.
But all this, in any case, could be postponed until later, because it’s 8am, and he hasn’t gotten out of bed yet-
As if he had just woken up, Nervill's eyes widened and he jumped out of bed, not paying attention to the surprised sound of the shadow, and hurriedly went to the kitchen, hoping to have breakfast in time.
A shadow was creeping behind him, which he could tell by its rustling.
It was very convenient, in fact, that it made so many sounds, albeit quiet ones - Nervill could always tell what it was doing or where it was - an open book. He had barely known this shadow for a five minutes, but he had already begun to think that it had always been here, because those fleeting tremors of the shadows of his furniture, the short flash of white eyes - he had either really gone bananas that much, or this shadow had always been here, and he attributed all these phenomena to his own lack of sanity.
He still had a lot to learn about this shadow, this he knew for sure - how long had it been here, had it always been here? Was it even human and... and everything else, but right now his priority was not getting scolded by his boss, and the shadow, if it was really real, could wait a bit, right?
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Twisted Love
Strange Encounter
pairings: yandere!jay x reader
chapter warnings: supernatural elements (?). fear, swearing, drugging, a bit of non con, please let me know if i missed anything!
Sorry for taking so long to post this! I hope everyone enjoys this, I love feedback so please feel free to let me know what you think! This is my first series as well so I will do my best to make it a good read :) This is not proof read btw so I apologize for any spelling mistakes or other errors!! 🥲
It was nearly 1am and you were still in the office finishing up your work. All of your coworkers left around 10pm and the only sound filling the office now has been the click clacks of your keyboard. You haven't taken a break once today, not to eat, get a drink of water, nothing. There was some commotion earlier over a handsome new hire but you didn't have the time to worry about it. The only thing on your mind was finishing this project.
You had been assigned as a group leader for the first time since you started working here. If everything went well you could end up being promoted, so you were determined to not mess anything up.
You had been feeling hungry for a few hours now so you decided that a break would be okay if it was very short. When you got up from your chair you only then noticed how eerie the office looked when it was dark and empty like this. You pushed that thought aside and went to grab your unopened lunch from earlier. It was just some instant ramen and a bottle of soda.
You quickly made the instant ramen and sat back down at your desk to eat. Of course. you didn't want to waste too much time, so you worked a bit while you ate. Suddenly, a strange sound rung out through the large building. It sounded as if it came from afar, maybe not even the same floor you were on. Goosebumps rose on your skin and you suddenly felt extremely uneasy.
You quickly slurped the last of your ramen tossing it away, opting to finish your work tomorrow when people are still present in the office with you.
You made your way down the long narrow hallway to get to the elevator. The already dim lights flickered off and on, between flickers you could see what seemed to be a figure at the end of the hallway. After another moment, the lights settled and you realized there was someone else here with you.
You were completely struck by fear and your body froze up. The figure made its way towards you slowly. You wanted to run but you couldn't get yourself to move. The more he came in to view the more your anxiety heightened, his face was unfamiliar to you but you wondered how he could've gotten in if he didn't work here as well.
It was only a moment more before he stood directly in front of you. He seemed to tower over you, your eyes were leveled with his chest. The strange man reached his hand out to you. "Hello, I'm Jay. Nice to meet you."
What the hell?
You then looked up at him to see quite a good looking man. His facial features were chiseled and his hair was blonde and looked soft and silky. His eyes bore into you in a way that had the hairs on the back of your neck sticking up.
"Are you just going to stare at me? Or are you going to introduce yourself as well." He gestured to his hand that was still awaiting your handshake.
You hesitantly took his hand in yours to shake it. His grip became uncomfortably tight but you gulped down the anxiety that started to rise. "I'm... Y/n. Um it's late, I should probably head home now." You forced a smile, pulling your hand from his and rushing down the hall, not giving him another chance to speak.
He turned to watch you. His eyes never left you through your entire walk down the hallway until you entered the elevator. The lights flickered again as he stood in the hallway, a sinister smirk painted across his face.
It won't be long now, my love.
You rushed home as fast as possible, triple checking the locks on your doors and windows. You don't know what this extremely uneasy feeling was, but you wanted to avoid that man at all costs.
You tried not to think about him and chose to change and get into bed. His face kept appearing every time you closed your eyes. You'd even been startled awake so many times by phantom sounds of his voice calling your name.
You got up to grab a cold bottle of water. You weren't sure if it was paranoia but you heard a cracking sound coming from your room where you'd just left. You grabbed a knife from the kitchen, holding the water bottle under your arm and slowly approached your room.
You took a deep breath before slowly opening the door. You looked everywhere and there was no one to be found. You were relieved but you felt embarrased for hearing those mysterious sounds all night and ruining your sleep over them. You also weren't able to finish your project and that bothered you even more.
You laid down, attempting to sleep once more. Of course having the same outcome and not being able to get enough rest.
Before you knew it your alarm was ringing and it was time to get up and get ready for work. You rushed to the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face and haphazardly applying your makeup. You could see dark circles under your eyes but you were too tired to care and the throbbing headache you had was an additional factor to your lack of energy. You quickly got changed and rushed out of the house to get to work.
When you arrived at work you heard more commotion of that new hire. You couldn't have cared less until you caught sight of him. You could see everyone crowding near the desk he was working at. He payed them no mind, just focussing on getting tasks done. Thats when it hit you, it all suddenly made sense. Jay was the handsome man everyone was talking about. That's how he got in last night.
You didn't realize you'd been staring at him as well until he looked up and his eyes met yours. You snapped out of your trance and hurriedly got situated at your desk. After a couple moments he was behind you, spinning your chair to have you face him. You jumped in your seat with a gasp, grabbing onto the arms of the chair. "Jay- What are you-" "I'm joining your group for the project, our supervisor told me to let you know." You looked around seeing the shared whispers between your co workers. You never liked attention, it made you anxious. "You could've told me that without scaring the shit out of me." You rolled your eyes turning your chair back around, but he stopped you. "Is.. there something else." He nodded. You stared at him, shifting uncomfortably and waiting for him to speak. His eyes traced over you, leaving you with the same feeling from the night before.
He leaned closer to you, causing you to back up and leaving you pressed into the desk. His face was inches away from yours and your heart was pounding in your chest. His eyes scanned your face and he softly chuckled, "Stay late after work today, Y/n."
You couldn't formulate a reply, not that he would've waited for one anyways. He left you stuck to your desk and returned to his work without another word. You took a deep breath and gathered yourself, turning back around. You sat idle at your desk for a while.
"Y/n, what was that all about?" One of your coworkers sat at the desk next to yours with a judgemental look on her face. "What? Oh, you mean Jay. Nothing, he was just letting me know he's going to be part of my group for the project." She sighed, "Ah that makes so much sense!" She turned away to her group of friends. They all whispered loudly enough for you to hear. "Of course it was just because of work," one of the girls scoffed. "obviously he wasn't interested in her, shes not that attractive." You rolled your eyes, ignoring their remarks.
You glanced up to see Jay looking over at you. You tried your best to ignore the feeling of his gaze but at one point you'd had enough. You made your way over to the restroom just to have a few minutes without being watched. What's his deal?
You carried on with your day, zoning out everything around you. Once it hit 10pm, everyone began packing up their things and leaving.
"Y/n." You looked up to see Jay hovering over your desk. "Ah, Jay.. you'd asked me to stay late after, right? " He nodded, taking the seat next to you. He pulled your chair in front of his, you sucked in a breath making eye contact with him now. "Is... is this about work..?" He chuckled, placing his hand on your knee. "Of course, I'm just curious about the project." He rubbed your thigh, causing your body to go stiff beneath his touch. "Jay- I-" You quickly grabbed his hand, forcing it to stop. "I have to go." You stood up grabbing your bag and heading for the elevator. He followed shortly after you, his steps matched your pace. He walked slower when you slowed down and he walked faster when you sped up. Once you were inside the elevator you rapidly pressed the button waiting for the door to close. Unfortunately you weren't quick enough, right before it closed he swung his bag through the small gap causing the doors to re-open.
You gasped and harshly pushed your back against the wall of the elevator. He slammed his hands on either side of your head. The dark look in his eye made shivers run down your spine. "You know, it was quite rude how you left just now." You lifted your head to look at him, your eyes welled up with tears formed by fear. You weren't able to speak, he didn't seem to mind your lack of reply though.
You felt uncomfortable by the close proximity between the two of you. The ride in the elevator felt like an eternity to both you and him, for different reasons though of course. Neither of you were able to take your eyes off each other. For you, it was fear. For him, it was lust.
The elevator finally came to its stop, the door opening. "I'II let you go now. Baby. But we'll talk about this later." He left a soft kiss on your forehead before exiting the elevator. You were left with a single tear rolling down your face.
You eventually made it home, but of course you were pretty shaken up. You felt so dirty. The second you put your things down you got into the shower. The steaming hot water was all you needed right now. You took a nice long shower and prepared to sleep.
You sat on your bed checking your missed messages when a loud thump was heard. It sounded like it came from your balcony. You got up and peeked through the blinds but there wasn't anything there, so you sat back down. But it happened again. And again. And again. This time you went outside, you looked below, to the sides, and above. But there was nothing. What the hell is going on?
You leaned against the railing, looking out at the street. It seemed to be peaceful, the road wasn't too busy, and the sky was full of stars. It would have been a perfect night
You took a deep breath getting ready to go inside when a hand suddenly clasped over your mouth. You kicked and screamed into the hand. The person's other hand held tightly onto your waist to prevent your thrashing. Their hand was removed from your mouth for less than a second before a cloth was pressed back against it. You tried prying it off but their grip was too strong and so eventually, you lost conciousness.
You woke up on the floor of an empty room with white walls. It was dark but not to the point where you couldn't see. You sat up holding your head in your hands, you felt groggy and had a painful headache.
You looked around the room but there were no windows and no way out other than a single door that you assumed would be locked.
As if on queue you heard the locks being opened and someone came through the door. The lights flipped on and your breath hitched in your throat. "Jay...
"Hello, Y/n." His saccharine smile made you feel sick. "Why did you bring me here." He knelt down in front of you, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Isn't it obvious, I wanted to see you." You pushed his hand away, "Well I don't want to see you." He cooed at you, lifting his hand back up to caress your cheek. "One day you won't feel that way anymore." You pushed him away again but this time he wasn't having it. He pinned you against the cold floor, holding you by your waist. You pushed at his shoulders but he wouldn't budge. His eyes studied every inch of you. Oh how he loved to see you vulnerable like this beneath him. You felt his lips on your neck and immediately you were kicking and punching. He had no trouble holding you down, he liked it more when you put up a fight.
He only stopped when he heard your soft frustrated sniffles. "Shhh Baby, It's not that bad. You'll get used to me." You shook your head, holding back a sob. Jay got up leaving you on the ground. He left the room momentarily, but came back within seconds. He got down and pulled you in for a hug, inhaling your scent. You were too tired to fight him this time, he could tell, so he placed a short peck on your lips while he could. After that you felt a small poke in your neck and you were out like a light.
You woke up to your usual alarm. You shot up looking around, feeling distraught. You were in your bed in your room. But you could've sworn you were with Jay? You had been very stressed with anxious thoughts after the incident in the elevator so could it have been a dream?
It just felt so real.
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Hello🐹 I has a request- some of the MHA/BNHA boys that get hard when his fem!S/O puts on lip gloss? like- the shine that it gives her lips would look so good around his hard cock :)
other details- non-hero!UA and this is NOT to fetishize black people!!! (I'm black anyway)
only if you're comfortable and if requests are open 😊
remember to drink water and eat daily ☺
Omg my first request- okay okay so I’m gonna try my best because this is my first request and full blown drabble post so yea! I wasn’t sure which characters to pick so I just went with the ones I think would fit well with this! As always characters are aged up. Hope u enjoy! And yes requests are open!
warnings: basically some smut and some small fluff
Iida: oohhh man this dude did not expect you to put on lip gloss, especially in that pretty pink glittery shade. You two were enjoying your day waltzing around town when you stopped to use a public restroom and while he was outside waiting you had an idea and decided to use an expensive gloss momo had bought you a while back. You slicked it on your lips and walked out innocently as if you didn’t know what you were doin. Iida hadn’t noticed until you started talking about getting some food when he saw those pretty lips and instantly felt his pants become uncomfy. Needless to say, he pulled you into a cafe and shoved you into the bathroom where well you got covered in some Other kinda white substance ;>
Bakugou: you two were expected at a party and as usual you had taken longer then him not our fault the man takes less time to get ready 🙄. Anywho, you had gotten all dolled up in a pretty red dress and black heels. You were just finishing up your makeup when you saw the gloss youve had but never used, so without thought you decided to put it on since the shade was a nice touch to your makeup and outfit. While bakugou was sitting on the couch on his phone he heard the bedroom door cream open and the clicks of your heels walking over. He finally looked up from his phone to ask if your dumbass was finally ready when he stopped mid sentence to see those pretty red lips. So he stood up, slung you over his shoulder and carried you back into the bedroom you came from, party long forgotten.
Izuku: Today was yours and Izukus date as a 1 year anniversary so you wanted to go all out. Pretty outfit pretty hair pretty everything. You used all your favorite makeup products including that signature glittery lip gloss you wore only on special occasions. You covered your lips and puckered them up and basically hyped your beautiful ass up cause girlboss obviously. Once you got ready you heard a knock at your door to which you went to anwser and saw izuku in his gorgeous suit and tie and flowers ready in hand. Of course the boy was shy and stumbled over his words to ask if you were ready. You nodded and began to follow him out to the car. You both had a wonderful date however when you two had gotten to his place was when the fun began. You two went inside and basically went at it like rabbits, clothes flying, hands gripping in every place, and that’s when he was ontop of you that he said he did not want that pretty gloss go to waste. Needless to say he woke up with kisses all over him especially in the lower region <3
Todoroki: Shoto being the sweet boy he was planned a little getaway to a flower field since he knew you both were interested in nature and such. He had gotten ready first and while waiting for you he took a small nap to rest up before the long drive there. You on the otherhand had different plans. You had prepared a cute cottage core like outfit with light makeup and some added on freckles, you were trying to go for a fairy/elf look. So obviously you wanted to look glowy and mysterious and what better shimmery thing to use then lip gloss. You put on your favorite shimmery pink tint one and was on your way to wake up sho. When you did though he just sat and stared for a moment before asking “Did I die or something why is there an angel in front of me???” You had giggled and thanked him for the compliment (though he actually thought you were) and got him up and you two were on your way to the flower field. Needless to say you got railed in a very pretty setting with lip gloss smudged all over shotos face and body.
Kirishima: Kirishima had been watching you do your makeup for a while now, just admiring your features before and after and enjoying every second of it. He had said his occasional yet meaningful compliment everytime you did a new part of the makeup but when he saw you grab the one weakness product he was done for. You hadn’t noticed for a while now but whenever you used that gloss it drove Kiri mad. The way he only pictured your pretty lips rapped around his red riot dick with your eyeliner smudged just made the man go insane with lust. He had been staring for a while now so when you asked if he was alright all he could say was “ please let me fuck you” to which you were surprised but happily agreed and let him do what he had been fantasizing about everytime you wore that dammed gloss.
Shinsou: It was a date set at a cat cafe obviously. You two had been snuggling cats and sipping coffee for a while now when you realized your gloss had lost its touch so you reapplied it and that’s when he saw it in all its glory, oh how he wished you had been under him whining about how it was to much and that all he could say was that you could take it like a good kitty. He was now in a daze when he felt you poke his cheek and he just smirked and began to whisper seductive words in your ear and you just had to play it cool since others were around, only allowing the occasional blush and whine here and there. When you two got home however was when the real fun began and his fantasy became a reality.
Ack! I’m so sorry this is so bad- it’s like 1am rn and this isn’t proofread so if theres any mistakes or anything you’d like changed or someone added please let me know as I’m open to (kind) criticism! I hope you enjoyed none the less though thanks for the request love <3
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Luvie, I've had some horrible weeks with panic attacks, unexplainable sadness and unstoppable crying and 2 days ago I found out that I - medically- have depression :c and I'm just very lost cause everyone around me doesn't believe it cause "I have nothing to be sad for in my life" so I guess I just wanted to request a Yoongi one-shot where he comforts reader through this tricky situation cause I need comfort from my honey boy 🥺 - 🌊 anon
Yoongi Comforting Reader with Depression
Pairing: Yoongi x Gn!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of depression, sadness, hinting of suicide even though reader doesn’t mean it, hopelessness (lemme know if I missed anything)
Genre: Angst to Fluff(ish), Comfort
Post-Type: Oneshot
Word Count: 2.3k
Summary: In which you’re diagnosed with depression and your family doesn’t take it seriously, so you storm out the house in frustration, leaving you alone with your thoughts. (not alone for long tho)
[A/N: Hello 🌊anon <3. Thank you for taking your urgent requests to me! I always feel happy that I can write something that someone needs to feel some sort of comfort. I did my best here! I don’t know why it took me so long, so sorry for the wait. I was dozing off while writing though because its 1am now. I kept getting distracted by my dogs and my mom heh. ANYWAY, I hope this is alright! Let me know if you’d like me to add/alter anything and I’ll do that right away. Also ignore any mistakes, I’m 5 seconds away from passing out. Hope your honey boy is able to reach you with his words through this oneshot <3.]
It was a brisk evening as the sun was setting ahead of you on your walk back home from the Psychiatrist’s office. You had been feeling off for a while with unexplainable feelings of sadness, and finding yourself crying uncontrollably for no clear reason as to what was triggering it. And now, you felt numb after the news your psychiatrist had just given you.
“Depressed…” you mumble to yourself, testing how the words sounded coming from your own mouth.
You didn’t know how to feel about the news. Still trying to process what exactly this all means--you just felt lost. You don’t even realize the second you get home, but you find yourself staring at your front door as if it would just magically open on its own.
Your Psychiatrist just threw the news at you and let you move on with your day. They did give you a brief understanding of what this means for you, but you could only mindlessly nod to their words as your mind wandered elsewhere in that moment. At least I have an answer to these feelings now…
Entering your home, your parents instantly notice your downcast face and as usual, have something to say about it.
“You always have a miserable look on your face Y/N. You’re young--too young to be moping about anything yet. Just wait till you’re my age,” your mom laughs.
“I’m depressed,” you announce, still feeling numb, as if all this wasn’t real at all.
“Oh, please. All you young people say that now-a-days. You’re not depressed, you just need to think more positively and be happy! Enjoy life, you’ll get over this phase soon enough.”
This phase?
You weren’t even surprised at this point at your mothers words or your father as he wordlessly agreed with her, nodding his head as he scrolled mindlessly on his phone.
You were already feeling confused and frustrated as it was, and having your parents dismiss your announcement so easily with little care just dug a knife into your heart.
“Must you always invalidate my feelings so easily? I went to a Psychiatrist. They’re the one who told me I had depression. Instead of hearing that my feelings aren't real, it would be amazing to have a little support from you both right now. Or is that too much to ask of you?” you scream out, your frustrations getting the best of you as tears threaten to spill from your eyes.
“There you go again, getting overly emotional. You probably over exaggerated to your Psychiatrist so they had no choice but to throw that diagnosis on you. Get out and live a little instead of always being cooped up at home. There’s nothing in your life that you should be sad about. You have a roof over your head, two parents that care for you, and food on your table every night. That’s more than what most people your age have, so be grateful.”
“Right, thank you so much mother. I’m magically healed now. We’ll see how real this diagnosis is when you find me dead. Don’t bother following me,” you mutter as you walk out your house, slamming the door roughly behind you.
You weren’t actually out to harm yourself, you just impulsively said that to shock your parents into hopefully understanding that your depression was in-fact real. You also wanted to scare your mom a little because of her ignorance. It really got your blood boiling whenever she didn’t listen to you.
It was a chilly evening, the sun now long gone as only the moon and stars above gave you company on your walk. You didn’t even want to return home. You contemplate calling your boyfriend, Yoongi, but you decided against it. You just want to be alone and you don’t want to bother him, even though you know that his presence would bring you peace instantly; you just couldn’t find it in you to dial his number.
You could feel your phone vibrating in your pocket in that moment and glance down at the number. A call from your best friend. Ten missed calls from your mom, five missed calls from your best friend, and a load of messages from both of them, including your father. You decide to open your best friend's messages, not really wanting to hear from your parents at the moment.
Best Friend: “Y/N? You there? Your mom called me, she sounded panicked. Where are you? I’ll go to you now.”
Best Friend: “Y/N? Please pick up, idk where to go look for you.”
Good. I want to be alone.
Best Friend: “It’s already dark out! Idc how grown you think you are, but being out this late alone is dangerous for anyone! At least just let me know you’re okay.”
Am I okay? I really don’t know anymore...
Best Friend: “I’m calling Yoongi.”
That message was sent ten minutes ago. You had been walking out on your own for thirty minutes already, losing track of time from your spiraling thoughts.
Y/N: “No don’t!” you quickly respond to your best friend's message even though it’s a good ten minutes too late and they most likely called Yoongi already.
Y/N: “Hello?????”
Y/N: “I swear if you call him…”
Best Friend: “Too late :).”
You sigh, mentally beating up your friend for now getting your boyfriend involved. You already felt like you didn’t deserve him, the last thing you wanted was to annoy him with your confusing feelings. What if he didn’t want the drama and dumped you because you were depressed? You didn’t know what you’d do without him in your life, he was the one constant person in your life that you couldn’t afford to lose.
“Tell him I’m fine,” you type out, about to press send, but your screen is blocked from an incoming call from Yoongi.
Panicked, you decline and shut your phone off, chucking it into your pocket. Was he calling to yell at you? Or maybe your best friend filled him in on your diagnosis and he’s calling to break it off with you. Just let me at least hold on to you for a little longer. I can’t lose you Yoongi.
You wipe your falling tears as you finally arrive at your location-- the playground. It was a place you had known since you were younger; happy memories that now seemed so distant flooded your mind. A memory full of feelings that felt foreign to the now thick fog that you were submerged in--a fog that you couldn’t find your way out of.
You drag your feet over to the playground and plop down on a swing, gently pushing yourself back and forth. A cool breeze caresses your face, sending a shiver down your spine, as your mind once again spirals out of control.
You didn’t know how to come to terms with your diagnosis, and your parents were absolutely no help. You didn’t feel like talking to your best friend, and you also didn’t want to involve Yoongi in your madness, in fear of scaring him off.
Loud sobs forced their way out as you stopped swinging and leaned down into your lap with your hands covering your face. The sadness you felt was uncontrollable as you gasped for air between each sob, using your complete loneliness in the park to cry as loudly as you pleased. You don’t even hear the pounding of shoes stop near you, or see the shadow hover over your crying form until you hear someone call out.
“There you are,” a familiar voice speaks softly from in front of you.
Your head jumps up to see if your mind is playing tricks on you or if the owner of that voice really is there in front of you. As you glance up, you find yourself face to face with Yoongi’s soft, loving eyes that make you melt instantly. The tears continue to slowly fall down your face.
Yoongi reaches down to wipe your tears, and speaks again.
“Need a hug?”
You finally fully break down, jumping off from the swing and into his warm arms, tears staining his shirt as your loud sobs drown into his chest.
“I got you,” he hums, patting your head soothingly without ever letting you go as he leads the both of you onto the ground, “I’m right here.”
Yoongi continues to whisper soft praises and affirmations in your ear until all your tears have run dry. You’re both still sitting in place on the playground floor in front of the swings. The cicadas hum around you as the stars twinkle in their place in the pitch black night sky. The only light around is from a stray street lamp and the rays of moonlight that glow perfectly across Yoongi’s face.
“I’m sorry,” you finally say, now embarrassed at being so vulnerable around him.
It was a side of you that you had hoped he would never see.
“No need to apologize baby. I’m just glad I was able to find you tonight so you wouldn’t have to be alone with all your thoughts like this.”
He leads you back over to the swing you were sitting on, and takes a seat on the swing beside your own.
It’s quiet again as you both swing gently. You know he’s desperate to question you about your actions and about whatever it was that was bothering you, which your best friend must have filled him in on a bit, but he remains silent.
“I was diagnosed with depression today by my Psychiatrist,” you whisper so quietly that you’re sure Yoongi doesn’t hear you.
He silently nods his head though, letting you know that he’s listening to you, and reaches a hand out to lace in between your own fingers as the both of you continue to sway back and forth on your swing.
“I knew something was off with me Yoon,” you continue, “I was so desperate to figure out why I was feeling the way I was feeling. So many sleepless nights where I would just be hit with this overwhelming feeling of sadness; inescapable tears that just appeared in my eyes for no reason at all. I don’t even enjoy the things that I used to love doing. It’s like all the energy has been sucked out of me and I’m just this shell that’s sitting here. Breathing, blinking, eating, sleeping, and repeating that whole cycle every day. I just don’t know what to do,” you take a deep breath and finally look over at him.
Yoongi is still silently listening to you, glancing up at the sky as he does so.
“And I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. I know you’re always busy with your own responsibilities, I didn’t want to burden you with my own confusing emotions. I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore after hearing all this. It’s a lot and you don’t have to put up with me.”
Yoongi takes that moment to give your hand a gentle squeeze and looks over into your eyes, and sends you his infamous gummy smile.
“I love you,” he blinks, eyes never leaving your own as he gives your hand another gentle squeeze, “Though I don’t know exactly what you’re going through despite my own confusing feelings that I used to have when I was younger, I can however offer you my undeniable support. You’re one of the most important people in my life and I want you to know that you’re not alone and you’re never going to be alone for as long as I’m around. I’ll never leave you. While you’re going through your depression and all these other emotions that you don’t quite understand--I’ll be here with you. And when all is said and done and this passes--I’ll still be here with you. Never think for a moment that I’d ever abandon you my love.”
You smile back at him, a real smile for the first time that day since receiving the news from your Psychiatrist. At least that was one thing that you didn’t have to worry about anymore.
“How is it that you always have the perfect words for every moment. That’s exactly what I needed to hear, thank you baby. I just wish I had parents who could acknowledge my feelings in the same way you do. I know they love me, but they don’t understand me at all. It’s...frustrating.”
“I’m sorry about all your frustrations and pain Y/N. I wish I could take it all off of you, but I can't. So instead, I’ll be here next to you every step of the way. Whenever you need me, whether it be just to talk--we’ll talk, if you need to see me--I’ll be over as quickly as possible. You’ll get through this, we'll get through this together; I believe in you. You’re so incredibly strong and have overcome so much through your life, and this bump in the road is no exception.”
“Stop, you’re going to make me cry again,” you choke out, overwhelmed by the love you felt for Yoongi as he tried his best to comfort you in your time of need, “I truly don’t deserve you, gosh.”
“If anything, I don’t deserve you,” he retorts quietly under his breath, but you don’t hear it, “Now, what do you say we go for some ice cream? I’m pretty sure there’s an ice cream shop nearby that’s still open if we run for it.”
“Sounds incredible.”
And with that, he jumps up from the swing and holds his hand out for you to grab. You place your hand in his and the both of you run side by side to the ice cream store for some late night cold sweet treats. It was a better ending to the night than you had expected based on how horrible your days and weeks seemed to be; you felt grateful that you weren’t alone in that moment.
Though your depression didn’t just magically disappear after your talk with Yoongi, you now knew that the possibility of getting better was just that--possible. And you just hoped that you could get through it, all with the support of the man by your side.
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Posted: 9/30/2021
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I might take this down later tonight so if you want to screenshot it so you can use my words against me like in 2 months again go the fuck ahead but I've heard so many anons going on my account that I will not be responding to because well I really couldn't give less of a fuck. Anons are pissed off at me for multiple reasons. While its 1am and I'm kind of drunk, I feel like I can quickly explain myself.
⚠️ Stop reading now if you really couldn't give a damn ⚠️
➖Okay so I've seen a lot of people pissed off at me for writing for c!Schlatt. Now I completely agree that you can be mad at Schlatt, he's said some fucked up things but to be attacking his fans and the people who are a fan of his character, no that's fucked up and if you're a follower of mine and hate on Schlatt fans, you can kindly fuck off, you're no follower of mine. Look I'm sorry but I'm not gonna stop writing for a character that I enjoy because the internet isnt a fucking perfect picket white fence.
Another thing related to Schlatt is JustAMinx or the chuckle sandwich crew in general but I'll just talk about Minx. I'm still gonna write for her since I genuinely enjoy her content. Do I like that she's friends with Kacey? Absolutely not but Minx is an adult and it's up to her to make her own choices. Do I wish she'd not support Kacey, absolutely but once again she's an adult and its up to her to be responsible when looking at who she's to be friends with
➖Okay number 2, my dress pictures or just the pictures I post of my irl life in general. I've been getting a lot of hate anons lately that are mad at me for wearing a dress because people think I'm faking being non-binary for clout, shut the fuck up. I can wear my packer and binder and I'm still gonna be non-binary, what's so different about me wearing a fucking dress that shows a little cleavage? Grow the fuck up
Another few anons I've been getting are about my weight in the photos, people claiming they're worried about my health, no bro you're just being a dick. Look I am afab and I have a little thing called a uterus, now something that this uterus causes me to do is bloating, but I also have a thing called tits. Now I dont know if you knew this but porn stars may have huge fucking tits and no fat but you know what that is? That's surgeries and dieting to one piece of food every week. Now do I feel like doing any of that? Fuck no, I'm confident in my body and I'll wear whatever the fuck I want no matter my size.
So here's for you fucks:
➖Number 3, some people are mad at me for keeping myself private? I made a post like 2 months ago I think now telling people that they dont know me, they only know what I wish to tell them and that I like to live a private life. The reason for this post? Because I had an anon send me a ask of my exact location and birth name, I am safe dont worry but the second that happened, I felt like I needed to set some kind of boundary because that was fucking creepy especially because at that time, I was living with my friend and her two year old daughter.
In that post I said "I care about all of you guys but I dont know you and you dont know me, what I say is what I choose to tell you guys." People took that is me referring to everyone as a number, once again my words being taken out of context
➖Number 4, look I'm not a licensed therapist so stop treating me like I am one. I'm human to and need my breaks. You can message me and send me as ask if you need somewhere to vent but how about we dont get pissed off at me if I dont answer immediately or if my advice isn't good enough. I dont have all the answers, I try to help with the knowledge that I have.
Also please put a trigger warning at the start of your ask, it just helps me be able to filter everything better and also stops people if they skim read and might be put into a bad place, it's just so helpful to do and it takes two seconds
➖Number five, calling me a groomer for interacting with minors...
*inhale* WHAT?! So you're telling me that me supporting talented writers who happen to be minors and being someone they can talk to and be like a parental figure to is me being a groomer? Huh?!
I'm sorry but that is completely bullshit, want to see a groomer? Look at someone like James Charles or Onison, get your head out of your ass
➖Number 6, the one that pisses me off the most. "You dont write enough", do you really think in any kind of small pea brain mind that people being rude to me about not writing enough is gonna make me want to write more? I took a break from writing in the first place because people were being dicks to me about it, saying oh you spelt this wrong, or this is so cringy, or stop making the person ooc.
I write for myself and I'm gonna be honest, I have many finished drafts and fic ideas but I dont want to post them because well I'm tired of being shitted on for every minor mistake.
➖look I'm not a perfect person and have never tried to come across as one. I fuck up and I'm sure you do too. At this rate with all the hate anons recently, I'm very close to turning off anon asks or just asks in general. But I don't want to do that because my anon asks are for people who want to vent but want to stay anonymous and I feel like that would take away that security of I turned it off.
Just let people exist and get your head out of your ass
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[10:30AM] with Chan;
Note: For my love, as promised, @backhugsforhyunjin ♥ I hope this is what you were asking for.
Warning: Very angst
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If there was a time when Chan treated you like a queen, it was during your pregnancy days.
The sweet boy would send you a text in every chance he could, asking if you were alright or if the baby was quiet and letting you rest.
He would go shopping with you. Helping you choose the cutest outfits for your changing body.
You loved to wake up with him kissing your growing belly, or talking to your baby like the great father he is, completely lost in enjoyment.
Chan loved you more than anything. He knew, from the moment that your eyes locked for the first time, that you would be his wife and mother of his children.
Your wedding was simple and small, just his dear bandmates, his family and yours as well.
The blonde boy always believed that you couldn't become more gorgeous, but when his eyes witnessed your pregnant body, he changed his mind.
But, everything seemed to go down as soon as your baby, Mina, was born. Chan became completely in love with his girl and all of his attention turned to her.
She turned five months when the Stray Kids comeback was scheduled, and it got worst for you.
Since the baby still needed all your attention, you started to work from the house. Designing, after all, could be done from home, and since Mina was a sleepy girl, you could work relatively well.
Your routine was rough. You couldn't sleep much because the baby would wake up crying in the middle of the night, waking you up. And, when she finally falls asleep, you couldn't rest yourself. So, you decided to start working at night.
You had to take care of Mina, clean the house by yourself and even do your work. It was evident on your face that you lost some weight and the dark mess under your sights were showing signs of tiredness.
Your husband's routine was the same ever since then. He would kiss your forehead as goodbye in the morning, and, would do the same as he stepped inside the house passing the three in the morning.
Of course, he would go and kiss his Mina good night as well. And also, always tell her he loved her. Something he hasn't said to you, in months.
You woke yesterday with a new feeling of hope blooming in your chest. Day 15th of May, it's your wedding anniversary of 3 years.
You woke up early, hurrying in making your husband a delicious breakfast. As you happily hummed a song that was stuck in your head, you finished the pancakes, a proud smile displayed on your lips.
But quickly the smile vanished away when Chan appeared in the kitchen: He kissed your forehead, picked his keys from the hall and walked out.
No 'I love you'. No 'good morning baby'. No 'Happy 3 year anniversary.' Nothing.
With teary eyes you gazed all over the food you cooked him: the pancakes, the sweet orange juice, some warm coffee, fresh fruit, and his favorite cereals.
You cooked it all for nothing... 'No!' You thought to yourself. 'He is just tired of all the pressure on him. Chan still loves me.' You notify yourself, cleaning the salty teardrops with the back of your hand.
In the afternoon you texted him 'Have a good afternoon of work, Love' but he didn't text back. It's ok, he is probably working -You thought.
Your baby, Mina, seemed very cheerful and talkative today. Flashing her gummy smile at you, whenever you cutely talked to her. Deciding to try another thing, you dressed her up with a cute pink dress and snapped some precious pictures.
'Do I look pretty?' You joked as you sent some pictures of her to your lover, and for your surprise... Chan replied immediately: 'My baby looks so pretty!'
You smiled as the idea of a new surprise to your lover came to your senses. As soon as the child was peacefully sleeping you dug in your wardrobe for something to wear.
After choosing the whole outfit, you decided to work on your new design for a while, so you could make some time to start cooking dinner.
Everything was ready at nine pm. You took a shower and were smelling like roses. The blue velvet dress was hugging your, now, less curvy body perfectly, making you feel confident. Even your make up was fire, simple but blue, making your hazel eyes sparkle.
In the kitchen there were candles everywhere, making a shady and dark but sensual environment drown the whole place as his favorite food was ready for him to eat as soon as he came home.
To your unhappiness, when Chan came home, it passed the five am and he was too tired to notice your romantic kitchen or the absence of your presence by his side in the bed.
You woke up in the kitchen a few minutes later. The candles still burning, the food now freezing and the house completely silent.
With your heart thumping stupidly fast, you thought something happened to Chan because there was no evidence of him. But you were mistaken.
As you silently footed inside the large bedroom, not to wake up the sleeping newborn, your eyes widened as you saw your husband dozing off on the king-sized bed.
How didn't he noticed that you weren't there? How didn't he noticed the kitchen carefully decorated with candles? Why did he only answer the texts about Mina and left yours? Why hasn't he said he loved you in months?
With burning tears rolling down your cheeks you walked back to the kitchen and began to clean it all. Halfway to all the dishes you were washing, you couldn't glimpse anything from the tears in your eyes and ended you falling asleep sitting on a chair, your head resting over your tear-stained dress.
Chan woke up the next morning, today, with a loving smile, the sunlight was brilliant, making the bedroom have a comfortable and warm atmosphere.
His muscular arm searched for your body, but his hands were only met with cold sheets. Chan immediately opened his eyes.
You weren't in the bedroom. Maybe you were in your creative room, so he walked over there to check. But you weren't there either.
Then he remembered that you love to shower in the morning, so, he walked to the bathroom, only to find silence. No sign of you.
It hit him there. Where were you? Why weren't you by his side?
With fast and worried steps he walked to the kitchen and as soon as his eyes recognized your figure, the tears were already blurring his vision.
There was a burned smell inside, and he recognized it because of the melted candles all around him. His eyes found cooked food at the top of the table and dirty dishes on the sink.
No, no.... He couldn't....
You were even worse: Your face was stained with dry make-up under your eyes and cheeks. Your dress was messy and your heavy breathing suddenly felt like punches in his stomach.
The blonde man picks up his phone and notices the little reminder '3 year marriage anniversary - yesterday'.
Chan falls on his knees in a silent cry. All the memories of what he has been doing making his heart break with blame.
All those months without a single 'I love you'; all those months without giving you the, so worth love... He missed you.
You woke up scared. An unknown sound of sobs filling your ears. The baby... You guessed immediately, but the sight of your husband on his knees by your side made you think twice.
"Chan," You called for him. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
As soon as he recognized your voice, his guilty eyes studied your worried face. He wasted no more time: Chan stood up on his feet and held your body tightly against his:
"I'm so sorry YN. I never meant to hurt you... I swear... I just- I know I have been neglecting you and it's all my fault...." He cried with his face hidden in your shoulder in shame. "I'm such a bad husband. I was so focused on our daughter that I forgot that you needed my love as well... I'm so sorry baby..."
By this time, you couldn't stop the tears from dropping from your stares. You wanted to inform him that its ok, that it doesn't matter, but it does.
You've felt so alone, so lonely...
"Chan..." You whispered fighting back a cry.
"I'm sorry... I will pay more attention to you." Chan said with his lungs full of air. "I love you so much YN. And I will show it to you more, I'll thank you every day, for loving me and for taking care of our daughter." His fingers were caressing your cheeks, and you leaned on his touch.
"I missed you so much, Channie..." You pouted.
"I missed you too, darling." Chan smiled and then proceeded to smooch your lips. Once, twice... until he was satisfied.
"I won't ever neglect you again, love. You are the of my life..." With those last words, you buried your face in the crook of his neck and inhaled his manly perfume, as you hugged him.
You've missed this. You've missed your husband. But it's all good now, he is finally here for you.
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Note: Hello my stars, I'm here but I am not. I'm just passing by to drop this veryyyy long time stamp that I've promised my dear friend to post. I really enjoyed writing it! (I may had shed a tear while writing). Remember, notes and reblogs are appreciated. Thank you so much ♥ Good night (it's passing the 1am here hahA) I'm sorry if there is any mistakes, I'll revise it again tomorrow.
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Sky full of star: Chapter 1
My first original series/ book! Ah I'm super nervous and excited. Its pretty cringy I guess but I hope y'all don't hate it yeet.
Summary : Kathleen Hunter, 23 and a redhead is a daring and an ambitious flight attendant who wants to travel the world. But when her jobs brings her to a new love and brings back an old flame, what will Kathleen do?
Warnings : none actually, cringe probably, swearing later.
There might be a few spelling mistake since I posted this at like 1am yeet
Word count : 1615 or something
So here we go oof
CHAPTER 1
Never had she hated her life more. Her alarm didn't ring and she had already stubbed her toe on that darn bedside table. Ouch. She really couldn't afford to be late today.Sighing deeply, she checked the time. Today was really important for her, because if this flight went well, her career would really take a jump. Being a flight attendant was definitely not an easy job. She had to deal with rude passengers and crying babies. She looked at herself in the mirror, biting her lips in criticism. Her strawberry blonde hair were a mess but there wasn't enough time to do a decent hair style.
Kathleen would never believe anyone whenever they complimented her on her looks, because having been called plain and boring by her mother for 23 years, it was hard to believe anything else really.
But when someone else would see her for the first time, they would notice how the loose tendrils of her silky hair would cover her face and how her alluring blue eyes would peek out and how they would shine brilliantly when her pink lips uplifted to form a sweet smile.
Putting her hair in a quick messy bun, she got dressed and grabbed a coffee before leaving. She quickly reached the bus stop and waited, tapping her feet constantly and after every two sips, checking the time. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice a group of suave business men and women heading towards her when suddenly "BAM!". A young man talking to his colleague bumped into the frowning woman. At this sudden motion, Kathleen stepped back, dropping the hot coffee on her uniform. Now this really was the cherry on top of an already bad day. She crossed her arms, glaring right into the brown eyes of the fair young man, "Excuse me, are you actually freaking blind? You've completely ruined my day AND my coffee!"
Taken aback, "I apologise for the coffee but this is just as much your fault as it is mine" the man huffed, his brows creased. This only infuriated Kathleen more and she was more than ready to retort back,"Hah! You- " when the woman next to the man interjected,"David we really don't have time to argue with random people on the street, you're getting late!" and with that they all moved forward with David looking over his shoulder and scowling at the woman one last time, muttering, "God what a horrible start to the day."
Having finally reached the airport, Kathleen quickly changed into her second set of uniform and did her make up before getting on board the flight.
As tiring and exhausting this job was, Kathleen really did love being a flight attendant as it was the only way she got to travel the world. She'd been to France, Germany, Italy, India.. the list goes on and on.
She had met people who had impacted her life throughout her journey and she was excited for her next one and if this went well, there was going to be a sweet sweet salary bump for her.
Having helped all the passengers in the economy section feel comfortable, she moved to the business class where she finally got a chance to talk to her best friend, Tracy Sawyer. Tracy smiled brightly at her as she walked towards her, "Omg, are you excited?! This is your first flight with you in charge!! You are so going to kill it!"
"Wow you have way more confidence in me then I have for myself." She chuckled in reply.
"Okay first shut up, you're definitely getting that raise and second you have got to see that hottie in first class, single and wohoo he is a snack!"
Raising her eyebrow, "Don't you have like a boyfriend Tracy?" She questioned.
"God you are so dense, Kathy he isn't even my type, I was talking about you! You've been single for like 8 years!"
"3 not 8!"
Tracy rolled her eyes in reply, "Whatever you're serving first class today! See you around love! First seat on the right" She said winking at Kathy and moving to the next section.
She would be lying if she said she wasn't even a least bit interested in checking out this so called handsome single man. She took a deep breath and walked right into the first class section and with a bright smile turned towards the right side, " Good morning and thank you for choosing Blue sky airlines, how can I help you today?" She lifted her eyes and that's when her smile faltered. They were the same brown eyes that had glared right back at her in the morning.
"You- it was you at the bus stop wasn't it? Screaming at me?"squinting at her with his lips pressed
" I-i act-" she stuttered.
" Do you know that I am the CEO of Timetrend?"
Wide eyed, her breathing became rapid but she could not speak.
"This is an interesting turn of events" with a smirk on his face.
At this point Kathleen composed herself, "Sir allow me to apologise to you profusely, I truly am very sorry." But let's be honest, they both knew she wasn't.
"Well I guess you can make it up to me by getting a glass of champagne or is that too much for you?"
Biting her lips to prevent her from making the situation worse, She replied, "right away sir."
She cursed Tracy severely in her head. And to make matters even more abominable, there was only one first class passenger. And he was a pain in the ass.
He couldn't believe his bad luck, imagine having the same clumsy woman as your flight attendant. At least here he had an advantage, he could order her around completely although he wasn't actually that cruel. He was having a hard time trying to control his laughter looking at the flustered girl who was so composed before.
As much as he tried to distract himself, he was extremely bored, he had finished all of his work so that he could spend time with his girlfriend on the flight. Well Ex girlfriend now since she broke up with him yesterday. He was upset sure but not heartbroken. He didn't really love her and she probably didn't either although she tried to but the effort was only one sided. He didn't have time for relationships. He was a busy man after all.
He tried to sleep but he just couldn't. He heard the sound of her heels and guessed that she was making the rounds again. He sat up straight and decided to order another glass of champagne, this was a long flight after all.
" Do you need anything sir? " She questioned, still afraid to meet his eyes.
"Yes, I'm bored."
At this her eyes shot up, with eyebrows raised but she quickly hid it with her normal smile
" Well we have a wide range of movies, if you'd like. We also have mag-"
"No."
"I'm sorry?"
"I mean no, I want to have a conversation. Tell me something about yourself."
" Are you drunk sir?"
" No of course not! Who gets drunk after two glasses of champagne?"
" Well okay, what would you like to know?"
"For starters, tell me your name."
And somehow, to both of their surprise, they were able to keep an interesting flow of conversation going without any awkward silences or anything of the sort and soon they were laughing like old friends. Well actually Kathleen was laughing, the closest David came to laughing was giving her a genuine smile. Soon Kathleen returned to the other attendants for the rounds, returning soon enough to first class, with smirking glances from Tracy.
"Kathleen, might I ask you why did you choose to become an air hostess? You don't have to answer." He added cautiously
"One call me Kathy, I actually do not like Kathleen at all.
He chuckled slightly taking a sip of his drink
"Two it's not really complicated. I mean I didn't always want to be an attendant. I wanted to be a pilot. But you know financial issues."
"Oh. Yeah I get that"
There was a comfortable silence between the two before Kathy had to leave again.
"We'll be landing soon, so I'll take your leave." She smiled at him warmly. There was something so innocent about her smile that he couldn't help but smile back.
She got up to get back to her seat with Tracy when a sudden turbulence caused her to stumble forward but before she could hit the floor,a pair of strong hands grabbed her waist and prevented any accident that would end up with her having a huge boil on her head. She felt her heart pound as she looked into his brown eyes slightly converted by his brown hair for what seemed like 10 minutes but was actually 5 seconds? She was being ridiculous! She shook her head and smiled at him,thanking him and went on her way avoiding eye contact.
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He really couldn't help but smile at her and he was pretty astonished about himself. They were getting ready to descend, when there was a slight tremor and he realized that it had completely shooken Kathy and she would probably fall down but before that he grabbed her firmly by the waist and immediately stood up. He didn't know what happened but something in her blue eyes pulled him towards her. He saw a strand of her glossy red hair on her soft pink cheeks, he was having a hard time fighting the urge to tuck it behind her ear. He didn't even register the fact that he was staring at her before she blushed and pulled away. For the first time in his life, he felt flustered at the sight of her. He probably was just tired. Hopefully.
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Busy Train Ride
Hello to who ever is actually reading this, so this is my first scenario and if you didn't know.. i only write smuts scenarios and reactions for Namjoon and Jin.
Summary- You meet Namjoon on the train and it leads into an exciting experience.
Category: Scenario
Members- Namjoon and You
- tO ALL MY NAMJOON BIASES -
I KINDA GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS SCENARIO AND WROTE ALOT AND STILL AM NOT FINSHED AS THERE WOULD BE A PART 2 COMING SO BE READY💙.
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You were coming home from a late night dance practice and you worked so hard to fix any mistakes and got all the choreography perfected. You lived 10 minutes away from your dance studio so everyday when you came home you had to take the crowded train back home. It was 1am Tuesday night and that is the time you usually leave practice based on your Tuesday schedule. You particularly are new for 3 months in that dance studio as you transferred from another months ago. Dance was your passion and you had a dream to become a professional dancer one day. You loved hip hop dancing as you have been winning several dance competition awards with your dance group.
You walked 2 blocks to the train station and saw your train was coming in 3-5 minutes. You exhausted from the hard work you put in for your hip hop solo. You just played on your phone for about 5 minutes checking your social media apps and playing games until you actually fell asleep on the bench waiting for your train to arrive. About 10 minutes later you woke up to an announcement that your train will be delayed for about 5 minutes extra because it was running late anyway while you were asleep. Your so glad you didn't miss it. You drunk the rest of your water and waited patiently for your train to arrive.
Once your train arrived your small self squished in between people who are pushing themselves into the train as there were no seats of course that you can sit in as you were very tired from your dance practice tonight. You held on the train pole firmly and tightly hoping not to fall since you were little stumbly and kind of dizzy from you being so fatigued. You were also hungry and didn't eat dinner before you came home. All you had was a sandwich for lunch and a bottle of water.
About 4 minutes unto the train ride it just got more and more crowded with a LOT of people. It has never been this packed at this time that you have been on this train. You wondered to yourself why it was. Suddenly when the train made a sharp turn the pressure and force of the people standing and holding the pole bars and such pushed you so hard that you lost balance and completely fell on top of the one and only Kim Namjoons lap.
You at the time didn't know who Kim Namjoon was and you weren't too familiar with the group: BTS
You: “Oh my god I'm so sorry about that!” You said as you and Namjoon are helping picking yourself up.
You: “You see the train turned and i lost balance and due to everyones pressure I fell but I'm so sorry..”
Namjoon- “Its okay, its totally fine i understand. Are you okay are you hurt”? he asked while all eyes of the other passengers were staring on you.
You: “Yeah I'm totally fine just might have a couple of bruises but besides that I'm ok” You said nervously and embarrassed trying to catch your breath.
Namjoon:” At least your okay ..it could've been worse!” Namjoon said trying to make the best out of the situation.
You: “Exactly” you said lastly.
Luckily, after seeing you fall a nice gentleman gave up his seat as you looked tired and overall because he felt bad you got embarrassed and fell in front of literally a whole train of people.
You: “Thank you” you said as you walked towards the seat. It was in front of Namjoons so basically you were facing eachother. The train started to get less packed by each stop.
For the rest of the 7 minutes train ride you couldn't stop thinking about how handsome Namjoon was. You kind of were glad that he was able to help you up and be all nice when you fell. You tried not to maintain eye contact and just sat there deep in your thoughts during the rest of the train ride back home.
In Namjoons Mind:- He actually was still very concerned for you after the fall but couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful you are. It was literally love at first sight. He stole little glances at you here and then to see if you were okay and to see if you got out the train finally and also because of how god damn gorgeous you are to him.
On the other hand, Namjoon was going back to the dorm after a night out with his manager. His manager went home with his wife as they lived about 5 blocks away from the BTS dorm. That left Namjoon to take the train all the way back to his dorm as the night out was in a unpaticular area he never been to but his manager nicely told him where his stop was suppose to be.
Suddenly it was 1 minute until you got off the train as it was approaching your stop to go finally home and once you got off quickly to avoid anything else from happening and to just want to be home at last, you heard a voice particular to the man (Namjoon) who you fell on top of.
Namjoon- :”Exuse Me!” he said walking fast practically running trying to catch up to you as of how fast you were going home.
Namjoon- “Exuse Me Mrs!”
You turned around to the sound of his voice as your eyes came practically big at the sight of Namjoon that made your stomach flutter.
As soon as you turned back he finally watched up to you.
You were practically leaving the train station when he told you-
Namjoon; “Hi, *out of breath* i just wanted to say that your beautiful and we should be friends or hang out someday..”
You: *you were suddenly shocked at the words coming out of his mouth as you smiled shyly covering half of your smile.
You: Thank you! I actually not going to lie i think your very cute and handsome and sure maybe we can get to know each other more!” You said trying not to blush but failed miserably.
Namjoon- *Namjoon telling that you were kinda shy*
“Also, again don't worry about the fall i know how you feel its totally understandable.”
You: “Thanks i appreciate it, it was kinda embarrassing.. but I'm okay.”
Namjoon- Thats all that matters..Anywway my name is Rap Monster I'm the leader from the kpop group/boy band BTS I'm not sure if you have heard of it and basically we live in a dorm 5 blocks from here.
You: “Oh wow i live right here on Talé Street! It’s really not that far! I actually never heard of your boy group but now i will find more about it for sure!” you said.
Namjoon- “Im actually coming from a night out with my manager.. but without the boys”
You: “Oh cool i just came from my dance practice and I'm extremely tired.” You said.
Namjoon- Maybe we can meet up with each other and maybe the boys?
You: “Sure!I would love to it seems like fun!”
Namjoon- Trust me.. it will. Anyways do you mind if i get your number so ic an contact you?
You: “Oh yeah sure!” you said as you hurriedly told him your number.
Namjoon- I will text you when we can meet when I'm off at the dorm.
You: “Sounds Good!” you said satisfied. “Okay see you later” you said, walking away in amazed shock from what just happened.
Namjoon- “Goodbye!” said Namjoon as he turned the other way and headed back to board the train that was already there back to the next 2 blocks that the dorm was from your city.
In the meantime, you hurriedly went through the cold dark streets of Talé Stret you were scared if anything will happen as you always hated coming home late at this time from dance and you kept overthinking still and you mind hasn't yet still processed that your love at first sight crush just planned to be friends with you and that he liked you.
Namjoon, still on the train, couldn't wait to tell the BTS members back at the dorm about this exciting experience.
SO as you can see, this is such a long scenario.. i know but part 2 will be coming soon and this might have grammar or punctuation mistakes because it is late its 11pm and i kinda am in rush to fix it and yeah.
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