Gryffindor: protective friend - they’re the kind of friends who’ll make you laugh to counteract your tears, whilst swearing not to hurt the person who caused them. But 10 minutes later they’ll be ready to fight that person regardless,,,, oops
Ravenclaw: good advice friend - they’re usually awake until 3am reading, so they won’t mind late night rants. They’ll listen to everything you have to say and come up with the most logical and beneficial advice, without turning you against anyone or making you feel like you need to change unimportant parts of your life. Hates unnecessary drama. Educated n honest in everything they say.
Hufflepuff: vegetarian friend - they don’t mind you eating meat, it’s your choice, they just love animals too much to do it themselves. Plants are pretty cool anyways. Known make the most unique meals known to man, but holy shit they’re good. Will probably buy you flowers whenever you’re sad and take you on a walk to see their “friends”. Those “friends” are hippogriffs. Maybe occamys.
Slytherin: shady friend - they won’t hurt anyone, they don’t want to be seen as violent because they aren’t. BUT DAMN SON if you need to talk about your distant cousin Victoria, you know where to go. Lovely people. Just don’t cross them or their friends.
Same White Shirt , by @lululawrence :
Or the one where Harry’s on the Late Late Show for a week and several
misunderstandings with a certain mouthy assistant James recently hired
make things that much more interesting.
Larry famous/not famous AU (10k, NR) :because I live for banter and flirting <3 (no smut)
Love’s Truest Language
, by @smrwine:
The first part was meant as a joke. He didn’t really expect Harry
to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck
out’ blow.“Where’s your order forms, then?” “I don’t want your flowers.” Louis chided before directing all of his attention to the arrangement in front of him.Harry laughed under his breath as he stood to his full height, “Who said anything about them being for you, love?”
Larry Flowershop AU (48k, E) : oohhhhhhhhhh weell.That’s hot. and amazing. And Hot. Special kudos for the body workship and praise and dirty talk and OMG rough sex. (bottom Louis)
, by @a-writerwrites : Harry crosses one leg over the other and puts his long, slender
fingers on his cocked hip. He arches his neck just so…and Louis
forgets to breathe. He’s doing that. His baby is doing that. It makes
Louis flush with pride and something else, something like arousal.
Because. Harry’s legs.It’s just a lot. ***My interpretation of what happened after the Kiwi performance on LLS.
Larry canon and established relationship (3k, E) : …. SMUUUUTT <3
Dance to the Distortion
, by @domestic-harry : Louis accidentally breaks Harry’s camera lens and in order to get
it fixed, they decide to participate in a romantic couples study. The
only issue is that they are not actually couple. Well that and the fact they cannot stand each other.
Larry Hate to love and fake relationship AU (96k, E) : Oh my, it’s amazing ! I bookmarked it with a lot of smut tags I won’t tell you because spoilers, but holy shit this is hot. They kind of share that really (I mean, QUITE LITERALLY)
Never Be Ready
, by @afirethatcannotdie : A high school AU where a summer without Harry makes Louis realize that he wants to be a little bit more than best friends.
Larry High School AU and BFF to lovers (7k, NR) : so cute and fluffy and so full of pining! (no smut)
When Worlds Collide and Days are Dark
, by @darkmarkburning and @harruandlou : It’s Harry’s job to investigate and stop any threats to
National and International security as MI6’s top operative, which in
this case, might just be Louis, over glorified Personal Assistant /
Ministerial Diary Secretary to the Prime Minister, no matter how blue
his eyes are or what his tight pants might do to Harry. With Harry as
James Bond, Louis as his Bond Girl, Liam as M, Niall as Moneypenny, and
Zayn as Q.
Larry James Bond - Spy AU (157k, M) : and also fake relationship AU , smutty (king of share that but mostly bottom Louis), kind of funny, also warning if you have TW about Terrorism/explosions.
, by sehnsvcht (orphan_account) :
Harry writes, except tonight, he can’t. Louis is his muse, except really, neither of them know that. They drive in the middle of the night and figure things out.
Larry Road trip and friends to lovers (4k, T) : very well written and beautiful ! (no smut)
youbeyou : “I’m gonna go to that prom,” Harry tells him, pointing a
finger in his ex’s face. “I’m gonna get a date who’s hot and nice and
likes me for who I am and I am gonna have the time of my life. And you,
Jeremy, are gonna wish you’d never let me get away.” Or It’s two weeks to prom and Harry needs a date.
Larry High Shccol AU (6k, NR) : cute and fluffy without smut. Kudo for Gemma as Louis’s BFF.
Some Things Your Local Librarians Would Like You To Know
It is not a stupid question. Even if it is a stupid question, we have been thoroughly trained to answer your question without judgement or second-guessing. Besides, we’re mostly just glad you’re not asking us about the noise the printer is making again.
There are probably (at least) two desks in the library. One is where you check out books and is mostly staffed by people wearing nametags that say “Circulation Clerk.” These people can answer your questions about damaged or missing books, fines, and how many forms of identification we’ll need if you want to get a library card but your mailing address is in Taiwan. The other one is closer to the books and computers and is mostly staffed by people wearing nametags that say “Librarian.” These people can answer your questions about spider extermination, how to rent property to the United States Postal Service, and the number of tropical island nations in which you could theoretically establish the first United States Embassy. We would love to answer these questions for you. It would be a nice change from the printer.
We probably own a 3D printer by now. 3D printers, are cool, right? Please, please come use our 3D printer, it’s so lonely.
We spent a lot of money to hire this woodworker to come and teach a class at the library which you can attend for free. You will probably be the only person between the ages of ten and fifty in attendance, but your presence will fill the librarian with an unnameable joy. They will float back to their manager in a daze. “A young person came to my program,” they will say. You will have made their entire job worthwhile.
Every time you ask us for a book, movie, or music recommendation, a baby librarian gets their first cardigan.
Somewhere in the library, there is a form. If you fill out this form with your name and library card number and the details of the thing you are looking for, we will find you the thing. Sometimes the answer is “the thing is in Great Britain and they will not send it to us,” but more often the thing will just appear on hold for you, and one day you will pick up a copy of that out-of-print book you never thought you would read and maybe you will say, “Wow, the library is amazing,” and the librarian’s heart will glow.
Please bring back book #2. The rest of its series misses it very much.
Five dollars is not a large library fine. Believe me, before I started working in libraries, I too wondered how someone could sleep at night, knowing they owed money to the library. When we laugh as you sheepishly apologize for your $2.50 in overdue fees, we are not mocking you, we are thinking of the ten people we sent to debt collection already today.
We really don’t care why you’re checking out Fifty Shades of Grey. Maybe you have a specifically-themed ironic bachelorette party to plan. Maybe you’re working on a thesis paper about mainstream media’s depiction of female sexuality. Maybe you just got curious. We will give you the benefit of the doubt.
Whatever you’re smoking in the family restroom, please stop.
Somewhere on the library’s website, buried under “Links” or “Research” or “On-line Resources,” is a page that a librarian spent a month’s worth of work on. It contains many links to websites you thought everyone knew about, and one to a page that you could never have imagined existed that perfectly solves a problem you never expected to be resolved.
Imagine the kind of person who would think to themselves, “Library school sounds like a thing I should do.” For the most part, you are imagining the kind of person who is now a librarian. We want very much to help you, but we’re not entirely sure how to do that unless you ask. You are not bothering us. Please, come and say hi.
here have some AUs as if there aren't enough on your dash already
“i came to the gym to work out but holy god i can’t stop watching you do one armed push ups that’s so hot” au
“this is totally awkward considering before this the only interactions we’ve ever had have been casual nods to each other in the hallway but there’s a huge fucking spider in my bath tub and you seem like the friendly neighbor type please help me” au
"you’re the only delivery person who gets to my house in any semblance of the word fast which is why i keep requesting you but you don’t believe me and tease me constantly about it” au
“okay i get it you’re a great thief and don’t want to go to jail but i’m the exhausted af detective that’s assigned to catch you i stg if you let me bring you in so i can sleep i’ll get you a good deal” au
"okay i get that there are no seats left in this cafe but like i am trying to read here no you cannot have this chair my feet are using it thank you very much please get out of my face now” au
“my parents moved me halfway across the world when we were twelve and before that we were best friends but now i’m back and moving in across the hall from you so hi?” au
“i’ve been travelling a lot and somehow you’re in every single city i go to seriously what the fuck who even are you how are you doing this” au
“we’ve been nothing but friends for our whole lives but then we played seven minutes in heaven on a dare and now i think i might actually be in love with you” au
“ngl i thought you were the weak one of this friend group but your whole life just went to complete shit around you and somehow you’re still acting the same so if you want to be weak you can be around me” au
“my guitarist quit the night before the gig that could mean the big break for a band that i have put my soul into and supposedly you’re really good but i swear to god if you screw this up for me i will hunt you down and slit your throat” au
“it seems we’re the only two people in this class that actually know what the fuck is going on want to team up for this project and ruin everybody’s lives” au
“we started arguing about which hogwarts house this one character would be in and we completely lost track of time and now you’re demanding i take you out to dinner is this a date” au
“i’m the private investigator that was hired by your ex to track you down and you totally caught me sitting outside your apartment in a rental car so hi what up” au
“i came to check out this support group but things have kind of been majorly sucking lately and you were there and i didn’t even know anything was wrong but we’ve known each other for months what gives” au
“i’m the lawyer helping you get custody of your daughter and oops you’re all kinds of adorable with her and also i think she’s growing attached to me is this good or bad” au
“i meant to text the contact one above you in my phone’s contact list for a booty call but i didn’t realize i hit your name until i sent it so now i’m just sitting here feeling those little three dots hardcore judging me” au
“we started dating after months of sexual tension between us but then you moved across the country so now we’re trying to figure out how to make this brand new relationship work long distance” au
“so not to be rude or anything but i’ve been coming to this cemetery at this time on this day every week for fucking years and i’ve always been alone up until now seriously what the hell” au
“it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au
You laugh. Everyone else stops laughing. Someone’s hand shakes, and a wine glass shatters.
“I’m such a realistic person,” your Te assesses. Your Ni nods affirmatively, and goes back to making weird shit up.
You’ve been elected student council president. They won’t let you streamline the class period system or fire any of the teachers. You silently curse Kill la Kill for giving you unrealistic expectations.
“You’re so unfriendly and you hate parties. How are you an extrovert? You must be an INTJ,” your friend says. She’s right; ENTJs are just INTJs on meth.
Why do all of your friends think that processing means hugs and validation? You just want advice. Your therapist won’t even give you advice without “listening empathetically” first. Why are your parents paying $80 an hour for this?
You’ve been elected student council president again. “Do I have to do this?” you mutter. You don’t remember running this year. “You’re an ENTJ; you want to, right?” the principal says. You don’t want to; you won’t able to make any real changes in policy. You’re just a symbol. The principal tells you it will look good on your college application and offers you a cookie.
You decide not to major in poly-sci.
You are officially an adult. You have been ready for this moment since preschool. Your friends say they still don’t feel like adults, which sounds terrifying and is probably the reason they are still dependent upon your friendship.
“Time management! Attention! Priorities!” you snarl for the fourth time this morning. Your coworkers spend the next hour brainstorming ways to get you fired.
“You’re an ENTJ? Can you help me make a five-year plan?” they ask. “Of course,” you reply. You give them control of your crumbing ponzi scheme, and they spend the next five years in jail.
Everything is closed on Sunday. Don’t they realize you have things to do before the week starts? You drive and drive and drive, looking for a city that never sleeps. The sky darkens; your car melts into the pavement. You are the city. You never sleep.
Someone thinks you’d be a power bottom. At least you aren’t a needy top like all five of your ENFJ friends. You delete three of them from your contacts while you’re thinking of it.
Your job involves expensive suits, firing people, creepy motivational posters on the walls of your office, and a formal title that your friends and family don’t understand. They ask what you do at work. “Extroverted thinking,” you tell them, and they nod politely and ask, “But what does your company make?” “Money,” you say. “But how do you earn the money?” “Introverted intuition,” you tell them. They nod again. It’s a very ambiguous function.
Your ISTJ coworker pipes in. “We trade stocks.” This is technically insider trading because Ni is psychic, but no one says anything.
You care about someone; this is not part of the plan. You race around doing errands in your black Camaro, swearing profusely at people who drive the speed limit.
It’s time to make some major life changes. Everything is boring and the days are starting to blur together. You engage your Se.
We don’t talk about what happens next.
The scientists have discovered a way to see inside your brain. They find out it’s just a game of Tetris. “Perhaps we can program the perfect leader somehow,” one of them says. You slide an I-block into place and exhale, contented. The brain scans turn blue.
You move to the coast, work in a little coffee shop and play your saxophone in a pub band by night. You date ISFPs who read you their poetry. No one is afraid of you anymore. You are peaceful and connected. Your therapist said this would make you happy.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY @queenofthyme!!!! I AM NOT LATE IT IS NOT YET MIDNIGHT WHERE I AM BUT ALMOST AAAH OMG
LOOK! I drew you this thing! Which… I don’t know why I did it, it took hours and a computer could have done a much better job. But I like it anyway, and I hope you do too! And I will send you a higher quality image if you want to use it for… anything. Which you are under zero obligation to do.
But you ARE obligated to read the fic I wrote for you!!!!!!!
Summary:Being the master of a kneazle was absolutely horrible. (Or, Harry loves his kneazle to death even if he won’t admit it, and he’s extremely pissed that she keeps running off to Malfoy.)
Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Fluff, Humor, kneazle, uncreative naming, Oblivious Harry, Jealous Harry, over a cat though, not over Draco, nice arms, wanking, Mutual Masturbation, potted sunflowers, sorry these tags are not in order at all, Cheese, Soulmates, Flirting, ignoring quidditch, Awkwardness, UST, linny in the background!, happiness
I hope this was worth the wait and that it makes up for even 1/10th of what you did for my birthday!!! <3<3<3<3<3
plot where ‘i had a bad break up with my ex of 4 years who cheated on me, and treated me like dirt and wow i just found out i’m pregnant and he’s the father so here comes the emotional breakdown and late night pounding on his front door. But oops you’re not him, you’re his brother and you’re being really kind to me and calming me down, and those kisses on the top of my head are so new to me.’ also referred to as the plot where Muse A is pregnant, her manipulative ex boyfriend is the father, however Muse B aka his brother had always had a thing for Muse A. The night Muse A comes banging on his brothers door while Muse B is staying there for a while, he consoles her and decides to help her through the break up and pregnancy. However feelings get involved, drama, fights, and his older/younger brother isn’t so happy about it. Yes pls
“Y/N, you’ve got about five seconds to put down that water gun or we’re gonna have a big problem.”
Luke stood in his spot across from y/n calmly with his arms crossed over his chest. She, however was still bouncing around on the couch like a crack addict who’d just had a fix.
Just moments before this, he was sitting on his bed half way to sleep. Now, he was trying to calm down the crazy acting girl jumping on their couch; how he manage to get himself into such an insane situation in a matter of minutes?
Summary:Peter wants to abandon your friendship? Cool. Brags about getting laid every other day? Okay. Is a complete jackass in general? Fine with you. But when he dares to flirt with you after a year since becoming a player? You won’t hesitate to punch him in the face.
Warnings: Swearing. Like, a lot of swearing. Oops, oh well. And Peter being kind of an ass cuz this is angst and it’s what I do.
You used to be friends with Peter. Now? Definitely not. You didn’t know how it happened and if you did know it wasn’t something you wanted to explain but Peter…changed. You blamed yourself for not noticing soon enough and still considering him a friend. Too late now, it’s been at least a year. If you wanted to go into detail you’d say he became closed off, talking to you less often and more to people in the popular crowd. After that Peter would always look like he wanted to tell you something but he always walked away. Time passed before finally, you and him didn’t talk at all, and you didn’t want to interact with him, even if for a science project or something small. Ned and Michelle were also having trouble being around him, because even when he stayed, he was different. The old Peter Parker was on the shy side but talkative when you got to know him, innocent with child like hope. The new Peter wasn’t even interested in Academothon. He was more confident, but in a bad way. Darker personality, less words spoken. He made a lot of small gestures, shrugs, tilts of the head that meant he was listening but not really. You were done with that, and so was he apparently, so one day he just…stopped. Stopped walking to school with you, stopped talking to you, approaching you, everything.
*shows late to femslash february with starbucks* oops. Oh well, @breeeliss gave us a challenge and here is my try. I hope I did it justice, especially given it is 4 am and I’m about to fall asleep on my keyboard. It is kind of short tho >_<
Look, Alya loved Ladybug, okay? Ladybug was the best superhero in the world and she would physically fight anybody who says otherwise. But even Alya, the crowned queen of ladybug fangirling and appreciation, questioned the superheroine’s rescuing methods sometimes. Because it was the second time when Ladybug locked her in a closed space for her safety. The zoo cage at least didn’t require her to share all her personal space and oxygen with someone. A broom closet? Yeah, not so much. And while Alya could have dealt with it reasonably in any other situation…
(Hey, Ladybug cared enough about her to force her to safety!)
… but being stuck in a broom closet with Chloé Bourgeois out of all people was too much.
“Ugh, I have no space! What is this place?” Chloé exclaimed in a tone full of indignation.
“A broom closet.” deadpanned Alya.
“It is horrible! It is dusty and small and I have to share it with you out of all people! I’ll have a word with my papa about this when we will be out.”
Alya rolled her eyes as silence fell over them. It wasn’t only squeezing, annoying and hard to breathe, but it was also awkward. Oh, boy. They stayed like that for long enough that Alya was surprised Chloé was so silent. Not that she wasn’t appreciating it. They were already sharing way too little space (along with some brooms), the last thing Alya needed was Chloé’s complaints and screaming.
“Well, why aren’t you saying anything?” Chloé inquired.
Alya rolled her eyes. “Why do you care?”
“Because I hate awkwardness, of course. Not that you would know anything about proper social interaction.”
“Listen here you little… ”
They bickered like that for what Alya guessed must have been around ten minutes. She wasn’t too sure, but time always flew by whenever she and Chloé argued. Damn her, she always knew how to ruffle Alya well enough and raise her temper to the boiling point. Honestly, the argument could have continued for a long time, if a shout that clearly belonged to an akuma didn’t interrupt. Alya wanted to scream. Seriously? Her eyes adjusted enough to the dark to see Chloé was about to scream. Instinctively, Alya covered her mouth with her hand. The last thing Alya was in the mood for was to become a minion. She hated when that happened. As if to spite her, Chloé covered Alya’s mouth. They kept glaring at each other in the dark until the noise caused by the akuma disappeared. Pulling their hands away from each other’s mouths (as much as the space allowed.
“I can’t believe your lips are so chapped!” Chloé exclaimed.
“Why do you ca… hey, what are you doing?” Alya narrowed her eyes, as Chloé pulled a chapstick out of her… bra? The light from her phone would have been really useful if she could actually reach for her back pocket. “Did you just pull a chapstick out of your bra?”
“What, you don’t use your bra to store things?”
“No? I actually have boobs to fill mine properly.”
Chloé stopped dead in her tracks and Alya could have sworn she saw a hint of a smile. “Touché. Now pucker up those lips.”
Alya sighed. This was by far the weirdest day of her life, she decided as Chloé was applying chapstick to her lips. When she was done, Chloé nodded.
“Nice enough. Moisturize properly. I’d even say ready for kissing, but no one would actually want to kiss you.”
Alya growled. “I’ll let you know I had kissed lots of people.”
“Oh, please, everybody knows quality over quantity. And let’s be real Césaire. Everybody knows I’m the better kisser.”
Alya snorted. “As if! Who did you kiss beside the Ladybug posters? No way in hell you are a better kisser than me.”
From the many scenarios Alya pictured for the day, having an intense make out session in a small broom closet with Chloé Bourgeois out of all damn people, was certainly not one of them. Yet, here she was. The kissing was pretty much just like any argument between the two of them went. Heated, intense, each one trying to prove a point to the other. And even though she will never ever admit it out loud Chloé was a pretty damn good kisser. Seeing neither of them was yielding, they could have kept it up for quite a long time. Until the door of the closet opened, making both of them fall in a tangled mess on the floor, on top of one another. Looking up, they noticed a pair of blue eyes surrounded by a red mask, looking at them curiously, obviously awaiting an explanation. Chloé and Alya exchanged a look. What can one do when Ladybug catches you making out with someone you supposedly can’t stand. Especially if both persons in question would rather prefer kissing the superheroine. Well, for once, they were both on the same page.
all joking aside though, i think that hunk was making light of the whole galra keith situation on purpose. we never actually got to see team voltron’s reaction to keith being galra (aside from shiro) and for all we know, everyone could have gotten really short/distant with keith for a period of time. maybe this is hunk’s way of showing keith that, “yeah, you’re glara now, but i’m still going to ruthlessly tease you about everything that i possibly can, just like I would with all of my other friends.” maybe this is just hunk’s way of telling keith that he’s really not alone.
BTS’ Reaction To You Having A Panic Attack♡ (Requested)
Warning: These are obviously going to include things like anxiety/stress/depression and there is also a brief mention of abusive relationships so if you’re sensitive about those kind of things then please don’t read anything you’re not comfortable with, stay safe and ily :)
Note: Also these are really long oops, i got carried away lol and its currently 5:04 am i stayed up all night writing these so they might be a lil rubbish but oh well
You had been feeling a lot of stress and anxiety lately as exams were coming up in your Uni/College, so Jin knew you were under pressure. And when you were under pressure, you would snap at people and get irritated a lot. Jin understood, but sometimes he couldn’t help but get a little annoyed. After you had snapped at Jin earlier because you were trying to focus on studying, he stormed out, leaving you alone in the living room and he went to the bedroom. After about half an hour of constant studying, just like what you had been doing for the past few weeks, you could feel your head getting sore as you slowly stopped focusing on doing actual work and started thinking about your future and how important these exams were, letting the pressure of it all actually sink in. You managed to convince yourself that you were going to fail every single one and let everyone down. As more of these thoughts poured into your head, you hands started to become clammy and you became very shaky. This was a foreign feeling to you as you were usually quite confident when it came to exams, but this time around you hadn’t had the best year which knocked your confidence down quite a bit in the meantime. So this new territory added to your fear and nerves. You decided to stand up and walk around the room to try and distract yourself, but as soon as you stood up your head swooned and you felt very dizzy. The whole room started spinning, adding even more to your fear making your eyes well up with tears. You were so nervous and scared because this had never happened to you before, so you did the first thing that came to your mind. You tried to steady your shaking body so that you could leave the room and find Jin, but nothing was working. You ended up slowly sitting your body down on the floor trying to make sure you didn’t loose your balance and fall. “Jin!” You shouted. There was an involuntary hint of panic in your voice, immediately grabbing Jin’s attention while he lay in the bedroom thinking about how much stress you were under was dangerous and he worried about you. He shot up from where he lay on the bed and walked quickly to the living room. He stood in the doorway in shock as he looked at your tear stained face and shaking body. He rushed over to you and kneeled down next to you. “Hey, hey Y/N what’s wrong. What happened? Are you hurt?” Jin’s eyes raked all over your body to see if you had been hurt. You shook your head and put your hand on your chest. “I can’t breath Jin. I’m so scared I don’t know what’s going on.” You tried your best to explain through your quick, sharp breathes. “Okay come on.” Jin took your hand and guided you up slowly, keeping his other hand on the small of your back. He took you into the bedroom and let you sit down on the edge of the bed. “Okay, I want you to hold my hand and only look at me. Don’t look at anything else don’t even think about anything else, okay? Can you do that for me?” Jin would ask as he sat in front of you and looked into your eyes, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand. You looked into his eyes and when you did a soft, comforting smile broke out onto his face. “Okay, now I want you to place your hand here,” He took your spare hand and held it over his heart. “And I want you to feel my heart beat and hear my breathing, and try to match them, okay?” You nodded and tried to block out the deafening sounds of your own heart beat as you closed your eyes. Once you got past that, your breathing started following Jin’s and you could feel his heart beat in the palm of your hands. You could still feel Jin’s hand in yours and you could slowly but surely feel yourself coming back to reality. Finally, when your breathing was back to normal and you weren’t shaking as much, you slowly opened your eyes to see that Jin’s hadn’t moved from yours. “Okay, are you feeling a little bit better?” Jin asked, taking your hand fro his heart and putting it together with your other hand. “Yeah, I am a little bit.” You nodded. Jin pulled you in to him and held you close. “I knew this was going to happen, you were so stressed. If you even feel an ounce of that panic or stress settling back in, you come straight to me okay? Don’t let that happen again, I hate seeing you like that babe.” Jin sighed into the crook of your neck. “I will, I promise.” You replied and you felt safe again in his arms.
You had suffered with anxiety and depression well before you met Yoongi, and every time you had a panic attack it always ended with you passing out. The boys knew about your condition, but it didn’t show much compared to what you were like when you were first diagnosed, you were much better now. However you still had the odd ‘bad day’.You had had a few panic attacks since you met Yoongi, but he had never been there to witness one. The day that he did was a day just like any other at first. But to you, that day was a bad day. You were in the house alone today, as the boys were all at the studio working on some new stuff which just added to your sadness because usually the house was full of voices and laughter. Your head was playing all different kinds of tricks on you and putting thoughts in your head that you didn’t want there. You sat in your room where you had previously been drawing before you got distracted by your thoughts and started biting your nails, which you only ever did before a panic attack. It was a sort of coping mechanism. Sometimes it would get so bad that you would bite them so much a few of them would start to bleed. It got harder and harder to bite your nails from the amount of shaking your hands were doing. Your throat got extremely dry and your breathing started getting faster and more hitched breathes would make themselves known. Tears glided down your face; a few of them falling down your neck or accidentally escaping into your mouth. Your back faced the door and your front faced the window and your frightened eyes looked out of it. You almost jumped up to the ceiling when you heard your bedroom door open. When you turned around it was Yoongi peeking his blonde head in the crack of the door. “Hey, Y/N, I thought that we could-” Yoongi’s sentence was cut off when he saw the state of your face and your body. You saw the drop on his face as soon as he realised what was happening to you. You felt like you had disappointed him by being like this, but to him you could never. He knew perfectly well that this kind of thing would never be your fault and he never wanted you to think that it could be. He ran over to you, careful not to scare you, and gently held you in his warm arms. You felt a relief of sorts wash over you and you let out choked sobs that were muffled but your face in Yoongi’s shirt. “It’s okay Y/N. Let it all out. You know you can’t keep it in or you’ll have a panic attack.” Yoongi slowly rubbed your back and the back of you head. “I-I know, but I can’t h-help it.” You cried through your broken voice. “I know you can’t babe and I’ll never ever ever blameyou for this. Just try not to hold it all in and talk to me. You don’t even have to tell me anything, you can just lay with me and cry if you want.” Yoongi chuckled the last part and you half heartedly joined him. He held you and helped you until your breathing went back to normal and you sobs stopped. He pulled away from you and leaned in, leaving a gentle kiss you you forehead. You were so thankful that someone was finally there to catch you from falling.
This year had been one of the worst for you. It hadn’t started off very good, with the death of one of your best friends since childhood. And everything after that just went downhill. You had dealt with it surprisingly well. Yes, you had shed tears and things but nothing drastic. That is until the day you had your first panic attack. You were lying in bed late at night, with Namjoon lying next to you. You looked at your digital clock at the lit up numbers read 2:38 am. You turned onto your back and stared at the ceiling. That’s when a whole montage of things raced through your mind of the bad things that had happened to you this year. From your best friend dying to your childhood home being sold to having to move to the city and adapt to the different changes in your life. They all seemed very easy at first; not a big deal, but because nothing in your life had changed too drastically it was all a bit of a shock. As you thought of everything and old memories flashed through your mind, you felt a heavy weight on your chest, restricting your from breathing. You tried to control it but once again, this was something in your life you weren’t in control of. You then felt tears flow out of your eyes and down your temples landing on the pillow your head lay on. You really tried not to move or breath to loudly in case you woke Namjoon up. But you really couldn’t help it when a choked sob escaped your mouth. Your shaky hands quickly covered your mouth in attempt to quiet yourself down, but you were too late. Namjoon rolled over from having his back to you to having his front facing you. “Y/N, babe are you okay?” Namjoon asked with a tired voice. It was pitch black in the room so he couldn’t see your face or anything. You really wanted to lie and say you were fine, but you didn’t trust your voice so you said nothing still laying there with your hands over your mouth. “Y/N?” Namjoon asked again before reaching over to his bedside table and switching on the lamp that sat on it. When he turned around and saw your face, you could actually see him fully wake up and become alert. He sat up and pulled you into him so that he could hold you close. “Y/N oh my God, what happened? What’s wrong?” Namjoon quickly cooed. You couldn’t help yourself but to completely break as you lay your head on his chest. The warmth that radiated off of him was enough to contribute to helping you calm down. “I was j-just thinking about e-everything, y’know. Everything that’s h-happened.” You stuttered as your sobs only just started to stop. You felt Namjoon sigh underneath you and then he helped you sit up so that he could properly look at you. “I know you’ve had a hell of a year Y/N and I know how much you hurt. But you can’t let these things set you back in life. Of course you should have as much time as you need to heal and accept but you cant let this consume you. And you really can’t hold this all in and expect yourself to deal with it all. You need to remember that I’m here all the time for you. 24/7. Wake me if you need to talk or even just cry. Call me, shout me. Whatever you need I’ll be here, forever.” Namjoon softly smiled and you smiled back. “Thank you, Namjoon. Thank you for helping me so much. You will never understand how thankful I am of you.” You said as you felt yourself start to well up again. Namjoon tutted, “Uh uh, no more tears. We’re gonna focus on making you feel happiness again, no more of the sadness and panic, deal?” He proposed. You wiped your eyes and nodded. “Deal.”
You and Jimin had been dating for a few months now, and you tried your hardest for your relationship to remain completely secret from the media. You, him and the boys had just been on vacation in Hawaii while they filmed something, but you made sure to stay behind the cameras. Jimin really cherished the privacy of yours and his relationship because even though he loved what he did for a living, he had to admit he did love his privacy as well. So when you arrived back in Seoul after your vacation to find hundreds of paparazzi waiting for the boys in the airport, you both basically shit yourselves. No one thought they would come to the airport for this because they usually only come when it’s the boys coming back from a place in the tour, not for things like this because they’re not supposed to know about it. When you got out and all the paparazzi came rushing over shoving cameras in your face, Jimin did what his instincts told him to do. He pulled you into him and gave you his hat to try and hide your face. There was even a few fans there too, shouting the boys’ names over and over again to try and grab their attention. But you could tell when everyone noticed you because the paps started asking “Jimin! Jimin! Who’s this woman you have around your arm?” and the fans started questioning who you were as well. You could almost feel the flash from the cameras burning into your skin, making you heat up and your heart rate speed up. You breathing became heavy and your vision was blurred and dizzied. When you all got out of the airport and you and Jimin escaped into the last car alone, you looked up at Jimin and burst into tears. He quickly came to your side and wrapped his arms around you and the car began to move. “Sshhh, Y/N, everything’s going to be okay. Come on calm down a little, breath in…and out.” Unfortunately, you had had a few panic attacks before with Jimin so he knew how to help you come back to reality. He helped you with your breathing and knew that stroking your hair helped too. The more your panic attack left your body, the more quiet you got. Once you were confident enough in your voice, you spoke to Jimin. “Jimin, do you think they got my face? Oh what does it even matter, they know that I was there they don’t need my face. What if they ask you in an interview? Oh God how did we not see this coming? Everything’s-” Jimin cut your rambling short by reassuring you that everything was going to be fine. “Hey, Y/N. Everything will be taken care of. They might know that there is someone else in my life but they will never know who you are. And if they ask in a interview I won’t answer the question, okay? None of us knew that they were going to be at the airport, it was a shock to everyone. As long as you don’t continue to worry about it. Okay?” Jimin said as he looked into your eyes. Even his eyes were capable of calming you down.
Usually if you were sad or feeling a little anxious, Hoseok would help you by making you laugh. It would work first try every time, but in events when you would have a panic attack he knew that simply making you laugh wasn’t going to work. A few years ago, before you met Hoseok, you had been in an abusive relationship. It wasn’t physical, he had never hit you or anything but it was always verbally and mentally. He would play mind tricks on you and threaten you. He never acted on those threats but you were still scared that one day he might. But now, even though you were out of that toxic, vile relationship and had Hoseok, it still had an effect on you. Sometimes when you and Hoseok would have a disagreement, it would remind you of all the times you and your ex would fight. First you would argue, then he would shout at you until you felt like you couldn’t breath anymore. You had never had a panic attack since then. One day, when you and Hoseok were having an argument about whether it would be best for you to go with him and the boys on tour or not, there was a point when he started to raise his voice, not with the intention to scare you or make you feel vulnerable at all, it was just because he was starting to get frustrated with the whole tour. He had no idea that that must have triggered something in you when he slightly shouted because slowly but surely your breaths became heavier, your palms became more clammy and you began to shake. When Hoseok looked at you instead of out the window, his expression changed from frustrated to worried and concerned in an instant. He started to walk over to but when your breathing got worse and you stepped back from him, he realised what was happening and he had never felt worse in his life. The worst thing he thought he could ever do in his whole life, was make the love of his life scared of him. And when the tears started streaming down your face, he wanted nothing more than to comfort you and help you but he knew he had to be careful about it as you were very sensitive, especially now. You never meant for this to happen, it’s like there was a trigger in your brain that happened every time something remotely similar to your old relationship happened. “Y/N, please don’t be scared of me. I just want to help you. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you I really didn’t. Please just let me help you, you’re worrying me.” You watched Hoseok’s sincere expression as he slowly walked towards you. You didn’t know what to do with yourself when you were like this, so you motioned for him to come forward. He came forward and looked at you in the eyes. “Y/N, look at me. Focus on me okay babe. Don’t think about anything else and just focus on me and your breathing. In and out, okay.” Hoseok held your shaky, cold hands as he helped you breath properly again. Once you calmed down, Hoseok hugged you tightly. “Y/N, I’m so sorry for making you feel that way I really am. Promise me you’ll never think of me to be like that scumbag who did those awful things to you.” Hoseok said in a muffled voice as his voice was hidden in your neck. “It’s okay babe, I would never think of you to be like him. I’m just still kind of sensitive but I’ll be fine don’t worry.” You reassured him. The two of you hugged each other, both wishing to never let things like that happen between you two ever again.
With Tae, he would be the best at distracting you from the problem. He would be used to it since you get these panic attacks quite a lot. There would never usually be a main problem though, it would a bunch of them all in one massive problem. That, and your panic disorder was genetic and sometimes you just had random panic attacks when you’re under stress. So when you were sitting in your bedroom, thinking about all the things that had to be done before you moved cities, you felt yourself falling in too deep into your thoughts. Then before you could even attempt to bring yourself back, you felt your breathing becoming more and more uneven and then you knew there was no going back. You had pills for this and tried to make your way through into the kitchen where they were before the light head-ness kicked in. Luckily you made it there just in time. When you got there, Tae was standing in the kitchen making you both ramen. You raked the cupboards for your pills but you couldn’t find them. “Tae, where a-are my pills.” You felt yourself getting worried at the fact that you couldn’t find your pills, making the first tears spill. Tae immediately made his way over to you and held both of your hands to make sure they didn’t go to your hair, since you used to rip it out due to anxiety. “You used the last of them two weeks ago babe.” Tae told you. Your eyebrows furrowed and you felt yourself get even more panicky because you didn’t have a safety net aka your pills. “Okay, before we do anything we need to get you to breath properly. Remember what we practiced.” You did as Taehyung said and practiced the breathing exercises you were told to do by your doctor if this ever happened when you didn’t have any pills left. It was really hard at first because there were still some fresh worries floating around in your head but the more your focused on your breathing the better it got. The exercise Taehyung was referring to was to imagine a balloon in your stomach filling with air when you breathed in and then deflating when you breathed out. When your breathing became somewhat normal you focused your eyes back to Tae who stood there with a comforting smile. “Right, so do you want to talk about it or was it another random.” He asked. “Just another random.” You replied with a hint of sadness in your eyes. “Tae, I feel really bad that you have to put up with these panic attacks all the time.” You explained. Tae just scoffed. “I don’t ‘put up with it’. I help you. And I love you. So I love helping you.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss you on the lips. You felt his lips against yours and you both smiled, breaking out into laughter. “I can tell something was bothering you, so I’m listening.” Taehyung said as he went back to the ramen. At some points, it was almost like he knew you better than you knew yourself.
You and Jungkook had a very close relationship. You were both the youngest in your groups and you were both signed with the same company, so that’s kind of how you started talking in the first place. You were just starting out too, so Jungkook was kind of ‘guiding’ you in a way. Each day you both got closer and closer so that by this point you could talk to him about anything. One day, when you were alone in your dorm, you had been practicing non-stop. Singing, dancing, everything. You were a complete perfectionist and the most competitive. You had a habit of over working and no matter who told you to stop, you never would until you absolutely had to. Until one day, when you had been trying to get a certain dance choreo done to perfection. You started to get very frustrated with yourself before you burst into tears and fell to the ground. You were usually really good with picking up new choreo, but for some reason, this time it wasn’t working. You started to wonder things like maybe you’ve had your time, even though it was only short maybe it was time to quit. You hated that thought, but it came in to your head often. It usually ended in a mid life crisis but this time it was different. This time you felt like it was a panic attack and you had only ever experienced that once in your life. Thi one felt way more intense. These awful, self depreciating thoughts were finally enough to make you break. More and more tears began to spill from your eyes and you vision became blurred. You actually felt like your throat had closed up and you were going to die. The walls in the dorm were getting smaller and smaller. There was no one in the dorm so you reached for your phone and called the first person you could think of. “Hello?” You head Jungkook’s voice on the other end of the phone which made you feel relaxed but also made your heart speed up at the same time. “J-Jungkook? Listen, I-I need your help.” You stuttered through your ragged breathes. “Y/N? What happened, are you alright?” He asked you. “Please can you just c-come over, I don’t feel too well.” You said. You didn’t know how else to put it but you knew that it was getting harder and harder to breath. “I’m on my way, just stay at the dorm.” Then the line ended. You had never felt more alone in your life. Even though you knew he was coming over, it was like that didn’t have effect. Like that phone call was just a taste of someone else being with you. What felt like forever passed by before you heard the door open. “Y/N! Where are you?” You heard Jungkook’s voice echo through out the whole dorm. “Jungkook!” Was all you managed to choke out. You tried again to stop your hands from shaking so much before Jungkook came into view. He rushed over to you and kneeled before you. “Y/N, oh my God what happened to you. What’s wrong did someone get in here?” Jungkook started asking all of these questions. You shook your head, but didn’t trust you voice enough to speak yet. However Jungkook didn’t usher you to start talking, he let you take your time. Once you gathered up enough courage, you spoke. “I just…I just- I was practicing a-and I couldn’t get this o-one bit right and I thought about what if this is it and I couldn’t h-handle it and just broke.” You cried. You knew it probably didn’t make much sense to Jungkook but he nodded nevertheless. “It’s okay, Y/N. You just need to calm down first before we can talk.” Jungkook spoke. Jungkook stayed with you until you had settled. After you gathered your thoughts, you and Jungkook sat on your kitchen floor and he let you talk about everything that was bothering you; about how you thought that your time was up in this business and your annoying habit to have everything you do for your job be perfect. Jungkook then told you about what he was like when he first started, just like you. He then told you about his progress and how he got over it, it took him a while but he still did it. And he promised that you could too.
Do you have any autistic hcs you wanted to share? :)
i’m not really sure how autistic hcs work :o but i did want to talk about why i think david specifically might be autistic, for one its very obvious camping is his special interest, he knows A LOT about it, i think a good example is how he knows all kinds of different types of trees, it seems like camping is something he’d never get sick of, even when he took a “break” from the camp, he went camping ( autistic ppl like repetitive things ) also bc his child-like behavior