#i am not THAT vindictive or mischievous as an adult

[yardsards]

love slowing down when people tailgate me. bitch i will make us both late idgaf

[melissak2802]

So what the characters and relationships and storylines are in the Miraculous Agatha AU version of Hercule Poirot's Christmas, systematized for the viewers unfamiliar with the original novel:

So there's the father, Simeon, who is pretty much an asshole. Neglected his (currently deceased) wife, cheated left and right, was a dishonest man in adventures in Africa he enjoyed in his youth, as well as vindictive to a fault. And arrogant to a fault. There are his four adult sons: Alfred, George, David and Harry, as well as two adult illegitimate sons, Stephen Grant and Superintendent Sugden (no first name given canonically, always the rank+surname or just the surname, I'll maybe invent one for him).

In our Miraculous world, Simeon used to wield a bunch of Miraculouses, gained during his many adventures. The Ox, the Monkey, the Horse - he loved and actively used these - and the Dog and possible some other Miraculous that he didn't like much.

Alfred is a very devoted and loving person. Simeon isn't and despises Alfred's voiceless loyalty to him. His will leaves Alfred the Dog Miraculous in a "you can have this shit if you are like this" kind of gesture. During events of the plot (those surrounding Simeon's death) Alfred grows a backbone and learns to make important decisions. He eventually embraces Adoration in a healthier version as a strength even if Simeon would disagree.

Harry is an energetic and sassy person. Simeon is that too, and leaves Harry the Monkey Miraculous. During events of the plot Harry realises that Simeon's idea of Derision can hurt people seriously (Alfred for example), and he doesn't want it but does love good fun, so he decides to learn to embrace a healthier version of it while avoiding becoming another Simeon.

George is arrogant, shallow and greedy and refuses to learn anything from the events of the plot. Simeon's will leaves him the Ox, but George refuses it in favour of taking its cost in money.

David is a sensitive and emotional artistic person, Simeon isn't and despises these traits in David. It's mutual, David hates Simeon due to childhood memories of Simeon's neglect of the deceased wife. I am not sure yet how I will use Miraculouses to represent David's growth, but he is supposed to learn to overcome trauma.

Stephen is a determined and hardworking person. Simeon is determined too but has no idea of Stephen's existence. Stephen grew up in a healthy family, knew about Simeon from other people and imagined him an interesting person. During the events of the story he meets the father and the family, is weirded out by all the stuff going about. Eventually he is given the Ox by Alfred the next head of the family. The situation is full of irony, but Stephen would never meet his half-brothers to befriend (and a love interest he met during the journey too) if it wasn't for his Determination, so it works. Now he accepts a part of Simeon's heritage not because of wanting to be Simeon's son that much, but because of wanting to be the group's brother.

Sugden is an antagonist of the story, he is obsessively vindictive and proud in his hate of Simeon (ironically becoming a copy of his enemy in some worst ways) and sets most of the plot events to motion by murdering Simeon. I intend him to have the Tiger Miraculous from an unrelated source.

Another character with a character arc going on is Conchita Lopez aka "Pilar Estravados", a mischievous young adventure seeker who pretends to be Simeon's granddaughter but remorses when the situation goes out of hand. She's a Fox wielder in this story, evolving from a misuser into a more responsible wielder.

There also are Lydia (Alfred's free-spirited wife who has big positive relevance both in his and in Conchita's arcs, gets the Horse eventually), Hilda (David's rational wife with positive relevance in his arc mostly), and Magdalene (George's wife who is a selfish and shallow person like George himself)

Ah, and of course there's Poirot to investigate, but he's for the plot here)

[raggaraddy]

Can you please do a yandere hyung line reaction to MC being jealous and tries to hide it ( For jin could you please make it as his wife has come back for a short holiday or something)

A/N: My brain did not want to do the writing thing the last couple of days, but I got there. I think these stories are good? but somehow they all ended up a bit soft. I hope you like them though 🤞 because it was a great request! Thank you 💜💜💜

@blacksnow160

Summary: Hyung line reaction when you get jealous.

Trigger warning: Smut, violence, blood-drinking, murder, abuse, yandere themes.

Alpha! Namjoon

Normally you didn't consider yourself clingy. You enjoyed your personal space and your time alone. But at the same time, you've also become accustomed to Namjoon dropping everything to take care of you. This entire week though, he's been preoccupied with a territorial issue, and the last 3 nights he hasn't even come to bed.

Leaving you feeling a little discarded, to say the least.

Nevertheless, you're a mature adult, and you were able to let it go with the knowledge that Namjoon is an Alpha who has responsibilities and knowing that he would still rather be with you.

It is, however, a comfort that you have trouble holding on to whenever you see the new girl around him. It's not like you're jealous. It's just that she doesn't seem to know how to behave respectfully or appropriately around Namjoon. She always stands too close or looks at him a bit too much, and she's way too touchy. Only his elbow, arm, or shoulder. But it's like, get your fucking hands off him.

Rationally, you know Joon is your mate and you own his heart, mind, and body. Still, it doesn't stop you from tossing restlessly, laying in bed at 2 am, once again alone. The two things added together making you feeling sour. Feeling sick of being sent away while this other girl gets to stick around being way too familiar with your Boyfriend.

Coming downstairs in your pyjamas, you weave in among the wolves working your way to Namjoon. Standing at the dining table, looking over a mess of paper, he notices you right away a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

"Y/n, what are you doing up?"He asks, checking his watch.

There she is again, right next to him. Her hand casually coming off his shoulder when she sees you.

"It's late. Go back to bed, Beautiful." he coos.

You ignore his instruction. Wrapping to his side by pushing yourself between him and this girl, creating space for yourself with a not-so-subtle shoving of your elbow into her arm. Smiling up at him sweetly as he accepts your presence, hugging you tightly.

"We're going to be busy most of the night. You should go to bed." he leans down to whisper, his breath tickling your ear. He's trying not to draw the focus from the rest of the table into your personal discussion.

"I'll go up when you come with me." You whisper back.

"It's going to be a few more hours still baby." He sighs, seeming frustrated with the circumstances.

"Then I'm staying here."

"You shouldn't-"

"Don't argue with me Kim Namjoon. You're not going to win this one." While it's said in jest, you also mean it. He'll have to drag you upstairs to make you go. And if he steps foot in that bedroom, you both know you'll be able to make him stay.

"Oh really?" He challenges, fighting the smile growing on his face, not wanting to encourage your mischievous behaviour.

Grabbing the collar of his black tee, you pull him down to your height, smacking your lips against his. Kissing him passionately and longingly. Something you haven't been able to do for nearly a full week.

Letting his shirt go, his smile is fully grown. His dimples on display.

"Really." You finalize, looking up at him coquettishly.

You can see the struggle playing in his mind. He's extremely tempted to throw you over his shoulder and take you upstairs right now, his wolf fighting to shirk his responsibilities and give in to desire. His chest rumbling lowly as he winks down at you.

"Okay baby." his fingers dig into your hips, "If you're gonna play dirty, you can stay." He teases with a chuckle. Resisting the bait.

Feeling calmed and relaxed on the warmth of his hold again, a smug sense of pride fills your chest. From the corner of your eye, you can see her attention on the two of you. Your ego is not able to resist, and you shoot a cold pointed glare at her. A smirk creeping onto your face as she looks down, avoiding your eye line.

"Seeing as it's late, do you wanna make coffee for everyone?" You order her in the form of a question, speaking loudly enough for both her and Namjoon to hear your sassy, obvious tone.

She looks a little stunned. She'd just been promoted to the inner circle for this problem-solving session, and she doesn't seem pleased at being asked to perform menial tasks. Trying to go over your head, she looks at the Alpha for confirmation. But he doesn't give it to her. Instead, you can feel him nod, supporting your order. A full smile filling your face as you get his backing.

"Of course, Luna." she obeys, looking a little dejected.

"Thank you." you shoo her to action with a sing-song voice. Curling into Namjoons side, you can't help but feel authoritative. And a little bit victorious.

King! Seokjin

It had been nearly two weeks since you had seen Jin last. As frustrating as it was, you were genuinely missing him. There was a kind of energy he had when it was just the two of you. Something that filled you, and without him you were feeling like your own spirit was draining away.

It would be okay though, today Jin was coming back from visiting his wife and children. You're sure he missed you just as much as you missed him. That he was as excited to see you, as you were to see him. You were a little worried knowing that you would have to satisfy his sadism first, but you can tolerate it, thinking that at least you'll get to see his smile.

As the day is drawing to an end, you've finished all your tasks but you refuse to retire for the night, certain the King is going to call for you at any minute. Feeling a mix of excitement and relief when the staff manager comes to collect you.

Nearly skipping you rush to the dining hall, having been instructed to serve dinner to the King and his guest. Working with another maid to bring the meals from the kitchen.

Walking in, the smile you were trying to conceal disappears completely. Your stomach dropping. Jin's guest is the Princess. His wife.

You have to control your expression to hide your distress, feeling sick while serving him. His wife never comes down. She hasn't in a year and a half. Jin doesn't even really like her. It doesn't make sense why she's here.

With a curt bow, you remove the closh and place the plate down. Meeting the King's eye for a moment, you do your best to placify your appearance. Your efforts cracking when you see his lips pulling ever so slightly into a knowing smile.

He dismisses the other maid, but not you. Sending you to the waiting station by the wall. You're stuck watching over their conversation. Feeling more and more insecure as you look at the Princess's regality and beauty. Getting more frustrated as your mind runs rampant.

How long is she going to stay? It doesn't seem like they brought the Princes, so she has to go back soon. And what kind of mother leaves her children alone? It doesn't even matter that she's here, you know Jin likes you more. So what if she is really pretty, he can't hurt her like he can you. You make him happy. She's just a prop he was given to secure a treaty. He actually chose you.

Slowly, you're building yourself into a craze. Making yourself feel sad until the very end of the meal. Finally, their dinner date ends and he stands, kindly bowing to see her off. Leaving only you and him in the hall.

Relaxing back in his seat, he finishes the remainder of his drink.

"Y/n." Holding his empty glass to the side, he calls you over. You follow his gesture and top up his cup. Avoiding looking directly at him again. Pacing back to your place when he stops you.

"Come here." He grins, enjoying how uncomfortable you are. "You met my wife today." He pushes the difficult topic, again probing for your reaction.

Nodding softly, you're trying to not let your bitterness out. You know Jin doesn't like it when you pout.

"Are you jealous Princess?" He holds his hand out for you to take, leading you closer to him. Leaning back to create a space for you on his lap. Guiding you over him with your legs spread.

"No, your Majesty." You shake your head, your pause and hesitation giving away the truth.

Jin's gentle touch comes off your hand, his grip instead ripping back your hair, arching your back and nearly yanking you off of his lap. Biting back a shriek, you can't keep entirely quiet, whimpering as his fist curls tighter and closer to your scalp.

"Are you lying to me?" His mouth latches onto your shoulder, biting into your muscle vindictively. Unbridling that scream you had tried to smother.

"Yes. I'm sorry your Majesty!" you cry out, tears building in your eyes. "I'm jealous. I missed you. I want you-" all the truth is pouring out, but you hesitate worried you're being too bold, "all to myself."

His grip comes out of your hair. His hand instead raking down your chest, leaving painful red marks as each nail digs along the skin. Continuing lower, tearing the buttons on your dress. Yanking down your bra also, exposing your breasts. His other hand hikes the fabric up around your thighs, stopping on your waist, lowering your hips into him.

Pinching your nipple, he draws you closer until his lips are just off yours. Gasping through the initial pain, you can only whine and bite your lip to further keep quiet.

"Go on Princess. Prove to me why I should have missed you."

Assassin! Yoongi

Over the past couple of weeks, Yoongi would be gone for days at a time. Coming back in a strangely talkative and happy mood. You were as miserable and depressed as always, but his vigour was somehow revitalizing and comforting. It made him easier to deal with. It made him less moody. And it made your life easier. So to begin with you were very happy that he was happy.

That was until he mentioned a name in passing. A woman's name. Someone he was working with on a project.

As soon as you heard him talking positively about her, a pang of anxiety spiked through your stomach. From then on it rested in your gut, making you irritated, uncomfortable, and flustered every time you heard about or thought about her.

It was the strangest thing. You hated Yoongi, you're sure of it. But he was all you had. And hearing him talk about another woman, even though it sounded platonic, the adoration in his voice was hurting you in a way you never expected.

Slowly you had to work through this feeling on your own. You couldn't bear to let Yoongi know, not certain what he would do with the information that you were, in lack of a better word, jealous.

The more you heard about this woman, you knew you could never be as impressive as her. Every detail sounding equally terrifying and awe-inspiring. To be honest the specifics slipped your mind, as you were mostly wrapped up in self-pity when Yoongi spoke about her.

All you know is that you felt inferior, and you were craving, longing to feel that kind of importance to Yoongi, also. Resenting the fact that this other person was so easily able to bring joy and energy out of him.

Over the next couple of weeks, you spent every waking moment thinking about how to make Yoongi happy. Not just avoiding annoying him, like you usually did, but instead thinking about how to bring him genuine enjoyment.

One time you spent hours making him a meal. Making something you knew he would love. But, unfortunately, he only complained about the mess. He said he wasn't hungry and left you to throw the food away and clean up.

Another time, you had planned a full evening of activities. Movies, snacks, games that would help you get to know each other better, anything fun you could organize with your limited resources. Only, he wasn't in the mood to play, or talk. He only wanted one thing, and when he was done, he left you alone in your room, feeling used and a bit sore.

However, that gave you an idea. Maybe you could connect with him physically first. Then that might give you a way for something, anything more to develop.

This time, you set the house up with candles, music, wine, chocolate strawberries, everything you'd seen in movies. Waiting for him on the couch in something a little provocative. But, as soon as he comes in from the garage he looks more annoyed than impressed. Rolling his eyes, ordering you to your room.

By this stage it's late, you're tired, and you're losing your mind trying to make him happy. You were fighting so hard for his attention, and he was barely tolerating you. You aren't thinking clearly as you snap at him.

"Why?!" You yell, stomping your foot down. "I'm working so hard and you're just being an asshole!"

The words come out and you instantly regret them. His straight expression hardening.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." You rush to him, wrapping your arms around his chest trying to soothe any reaction. "Just tell me what I can do." You plead. Exasperated by so many failed attempts.

"That depends. What do you want?" He honestly questions, looking down at you.

You weren't exactly prepared to answer this question. You're not sure you really know.

"I'm your's right?" you say with big eyes, your voice coming out so softly, feeling embarrassed even though you're mimicking his words. "I get that I have to be yours. But then you have to be mine too." Your voice trembles.

Finally, it makes sense to Yoongi. Your change in demeanour, and in behaviour. Why you've been so needy. Why you've been trying to get his attention. He understands now. And that was most of what was annoying him. Not knowing why you were acting differently.

He steps out of your grasp, calling for you to follow him upstairs. You're not so nervous as you do. Surprisingly, the revelation has given Yoongi has a warm smile.

Falling back onto his bed, he taps the space beside him, inviting you to join him. You climb into the middle of the bed, resting in the place he set for you, his arm laid out under your head. He curls into you, gently wrapping his arm over your waist. Hugging you.

For the first time ever, he is showing you some kind of affection. For the first time, he's actually making a gesture of warmth and comfort. You couldn't even let yourself think that Yoongi could be capable of this. Having spent so many months isolated and alone. Even when you weren't locked up.

Hating yourself for not being stronger, you break into silent tears. Biting your thumb to stifle any sobs.

While reason is battling in your head, telling you that it's a bad idea to form any kind of emotional attachment to him, you don't want to listen to logic right now. Letting yourself cling to Yoongi and the desperately needed human connection.

Vampire! Hoseok

There was a delicate balance to your relationship with Hoseok. You couldn't exactly rely on his moods to be stable, but you could rely on his obsession with you. It was the only thing that kept you feeling secure. Feeling certain that when he bit you next he wouldn't let you bleed out. Or that when he hit you or cut you or hurt you, that he wasn't going to leave you to suffer in agony but would heal you. Because he wanted to keep you. You were his.

It was a twisted kind of reassurance. But it's what you had, so it's what you worked with.

You knew the source of his obsession. It was you as a person, sure. But you weren't kidding yourself. Mostly, his infatuation was with your blood. Hoseok wasn't specific about it, but you had overheard some of the other Vampires discussing you. Apparently, you smell delicious, and that's why he never lets you wander the house with any cuts. That's why you were locked away every 28 days. And that's why you were his only.

It didn't make sense to you, there was nothing different about you.

But somehow you'd fallen in and become the star of your very own YA horror story.

Whatever the cause though, you were aware that Hoseok's addiction to your blood was the reason that he kept you. Without that, he might simply kill you, or worse, he might throw you to one of the other bloodsuckers who look at you like a happy meal they want to fuck.

Which is probably why you were so defensive when you saw him biting another girl.

Sitting on the back terrace looking over the gated property, Hoseok and a few of his creations were sitting in the moonlight enjoying a drink. You'd come downstairs expecting to be his refill when you see him sinking his fangs into the arm of one of the human pets.

Frustration floods through your body, a new kind of anger making your hands shake. A malicious and honestly, not-all-together thought out idea springs into your head. You've never seen him drink from anyone else before, and you need to remind him that he should only want you.

Taking a serrated peeler from the bar at the side of the terrace, you hold it concealed in your palm, going up to the first Vampire leaning there.

"Are you thirsty?" you ask, speaking lowly. He, like all the others, know you're Hoseok's, and so he rightfully looks uncomfortable being near you. Stepping into his personal space, you raise your arm under his chin and run the sharp blade across the top of your forearm. His eyes immediately going black, his fangs bared. Unable to resist what you're offering.

Behind you, every single one of them turns their heads, smelling you the second blood gathers on your skin.

In a flash, Hoseok is between the two of you. Ripping his teeth into the guy's neck, tearing his throat out. Killing him in an instant.

Breathing heavily, he turns to you with blood washed down his front. His eyes murderous and cold.

Retaliating, you storm towards the human-pet and shove her with all of your might, pushing her down the stone tile steps onto the grass. Watching her tumble into a heap.

Those around you have gone dead quiet, none of them even daring to look directly at either of you.

"How dare you?" He seethes, stalking towards you. But you're not backing down. You know better than to retreat from him when he charges.

"How dare I?" you scream. "How dare you drink from that skank!" An enraged Hoseok is something all of his offspring know to fear. Steadily you can see them clearing the space around the two of you. Withdrawing from whatever this is leading to.

"You want to tell me who I can eat?!" He growls, his hand shooting around your neck, holding you but not choking you. "You're a blood bag that I keep as a toy!"

"If that's all, then I'll let all of them feed on me too."

His hand constricts, restricting your air. "I'll kill anyone that tries."

"Then," you gasp, your words coming out short. "only me." you pull your hair off your shoulder, turning your neck as far to the side as you can. Throwing his head back, he takes the invitation, sinking his fangs into your jugular, swallowing down mouthfuls of your blood.

Holding onto his shoulders, you jump up wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing yourself closer to his mouth. Hoseok's arms wrapping around your ass, keeping you up.

Pushed back by your momentum, he stumbles a few steps, dropping down onto the open sofa chair. You landing on his lap, straddling his thighs.

As more of your blood is drained, and you get lightheaded, the pain starts to slip and your body starts to float. A euphoric sensation, akin to being high consuming you.

You tangle your hands up into his hair tugging it, massaging his scalp. You've become so accustomed to him fucking you when he feeds from you, that whenever he bites you, you get turned on. Your body reacting out of instinct. Slowly grinding down, rocking your hips into him as you start to get him hard. The friction feeling good making you moan. Making you move faster with pleasure tingling through your core also.

"Hobi," you moan. Shivering, as his tongue runs up your wounds.

Your gentle whine catches his attention. A surprised expression on his face that shifts into a smile as he leans back to watch you. His focus on you making you feel slightly embarrassed, slowing your motions until they stop altogether.

Biting his tongue, your eyes meet for a moment before he kisses his blood into your mouth, the copper taste feeling soothing and familiar. Your body relaxing completely knowing you'll wake up healed.

"Mine." He whispers into your lips.

The blood loss pulls you into unconsciousness, your head dropping onto his shoulder. The euphoric feeling swallowing you up as you purr back. "Mine."

[mable-stitchpunk]

Please rant abt fnaf interpretations I am, all ears

.I didn't expect such a positive response! 8D I got a few asks for them, and I'll see if maybe I can reply to a few of them with different interpretations...

...Also-

Let's begin with the rants. You might've seen some of these points before, but I'll bring them back up because I desire to.

1. The ghosts of the Missing Children are evil.

I don't read a lot of fanworks anymore, but I used to loathe when I would find those fics where the murdered children would be portrayed as vindictive little monsters who were going out of their way to ruin everyone's lives. Possessing main characters and forcing animatronics to go against their wishes to attack innocents for little reason.

I find this is the reason I also don't like the "animatronics are sentient and possessed by second consciousness" headcanon. Not all of them are bad, mind, you, but many of them eventually go the earlier route.

Why I hate this is because it's never a situation where we're being led to see the children as sympathetic, or corrupted by time, but a way to make the Missing Children less sympathetic to the audience. Or to raise drama by having a slew of ghosts who feel no sympathy and cannot be stopped.

Other versions show them as being especially bratty or excessively mischievous, which I just find a little annoying.

Funny enough, I don't think a child's soul going rogue is a bad idea. Such as in the case of Andrew, who I feel was massively underutilized. You can just tell when it is a pull to make the reader see in a specific direction. You can tell when there's a subconscious desire to make the murders seem 'not that bad'.

Also, the idea that the ghosts of dead children are evil because they're looking for justice for their deaths is kind of frustrating when so many headcanons try to excuse William's actions by suggesting that something traumatic triggered them.

Of course, in these cases the children are seldom actually looking for their murderer and instead are just circling around someone else.

...Oh yeah, and since we're on it-

2. William killed those children for revenge. (As a defense)

Specifically, when this is NOT used as a plotpoint, but instead used as a blame shield for William Afton. You can usually tell the difference by how the effect is cast on William.

If the tone is: William lost someone and then went on a kamikaze mission to ruin everyone's lives. Then typically it's fine.

If the tone is: William killed a lot of people- but he only did it because he lost his x! Then it gets frustrating.

It's the same boat as that Henry depression excuse, though it's worse in this case because William didn't just murder children, it's suggested that he hunted and tortured them, and then brought them back to continue making them suffer as animatronics.

3. William was a scientist.

Don't give him that much credit. This man didn't start doing science experiments until the plot got so elaborate that they needed to one-up him with himself.

4. Henry was a good father.

I absolutely loathe this one, because it hinges off of the novel's version of Henry, who actively abandoned one of his children to obsess on the other one. To the point of forcibly bringing them back without caring if the other existed- and then ditching that one too.

Sammy Emily does not exist to the FNAF fanbase. He's not a sympathetic character or an important character, he's just a plotpoint that's written out when it comes time for the big Shyamalan twist. He's pretty much totally ignored.

And by his father too. Henry never acknowledges Sammy, never cares about Sammy. He only cares about what happened to Charlie.

...But not enough to do anything about it.

Which is why I think a little acknowledgement that Henry wasn't great just because he died would go a long way. I won't even go into his more egregious actions.

5. Circus Baby's sexualization.

This is one actually backed by canon, but that doesn't make it any better. I hate the constant sexualization of Circus Baby... and especially the hypocrisy that surrounds it.

Let me give you one example of an event I had once.

When I was first writing CGHA and Mike and Mari got together, there were a lot of people who apparently missed the numerous references to the fact that Mari had aged in his many years as a puppet. This meant that Mari was now an adult, but they said since he died as a child that he is still a child. The word pedophilia was dropped a few times.

These are the SAME people who are all gung-ho about Baby dolled up in a sexy human body with skimpy skirts and long boots, dolled up by her daddy. But isn't SHE still a child?

Well, no... Because she's a bad girl, so she doesn't count.

Get off with that.

6: Vanny is in love with William Afton.

Unless we're talking Stockholm Syndrome, I don't think you're going to love a demonic entity possessing you and threatening to break your fingers if you do the wrong thing. I guess you can say that's abusive love, but like Joker and Harley Quinn, people somehow manage to forget that aspect.

I've gone into this before, so I'm not going to rant on it again. Largely because I don't know how FNAF will portray Vanny, and it's not above them to take inspiration from other sources.

Now, unlike some of these other headcanons, I THINK someone could actually write a story and make this work if they acknowledged that it was beyond "toxic". Vanny would have to be emotionally and mentally crippled to respond positively to such treatment, but it is possible if it was backed up with behavioral issues and a backstory.

You'd have to get on Silent Hill 2 levels of backstory, but it is possible if you want to go that dark.

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I think I'll end it there for now. I know some of these might be hot takes, but I'm just voicing my thoughts here. Again, not saying anyone's wrong for holding these interpretations, but I think they should consider why they hold them.

Because it looks to me like these are used-

1: To make this Missing Children Incident less severe. 2: To make William Afton more sympathetic. 3: To make William Afton look cool. 4: To make Henry a martyr in contrast with William. 5: To have a forced femme fatal. 6: To underplay how gross the possession aspect- especially when it is a middle-aged man in complete control of a young woman's body and actions.

...But hey! That's just me. Rant over, for now. XD

[readbeneaththelines]

I Accidentally Overheard Pt. 2

This is part 2 to  @seoulsunshineandstories text AU I Accidentally Overheard Something, I’m Sorry. Where Yoongi overhears Y/N confess her feelings for him to Jin. He turns her down, and tells her he likes someone else. Please read her text AU before reading this so you can follow. THere will be a part 3 from @aspaceformyself. Please patiently await her part.

Characters: Yoongi x Reader, OT7 x Reader platonically

Warnings: a wee bit of angst (I know I always have to bring it)

Word Count: 3491

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You turned your phone off, not wanting to hear anymore from Yoongi. Why didn’t you just keep your mouth shut? If you hadn’t said anything, your heart wouldn’t be breaking like it is right now.  You curled into yourself, arms wrapped tightly around your knees. You fought hard against the tears that threatened to fall. You refused to give Yoongi the satisfaction of knowing you were crying over him.  You had one thing that would cheer you up. Texting your best friend, Namjoon. Picking your phone back up, you waited as it powered back up, ignoring the missed calls and texts that filled the homescreen. Pulling up the contact list, you found Namjoon’s name and tapped on his picture. 

“Hello?” his voice was groggy and you knew instantly that you woke him up.

“Sorry Joonie.” You sniffles alerted Namjoon that you had been crying, and he went into best friend mode at the flip of a switch.

“What’s wrong Y/N? Who made my girl cry?” You had to chuckle, even if it was half-heartedly, at his comment. He always called you his girl. You were his only girl, as far as everyone was concerned, since he had known you since practically birth. 

“Its Yoongi, Joon. He overheard me confess my feelings for him to Jin. He- He told me he didn’t feel the same way. He likes Hoseok’s sister.” The last part came out as a choked sob. Namjoon hummed on the other end as you talked. He was the person to just let you talk everything out, then he would speak. 

“Well, Y/N. You know, you deserve better than him anyway. Any guy that plays you along, then doesn’t tell you straightly how it is, they would not be worthy of your kind heart. Besides there’s something he doesn’t know.” You could almost hear Namjoon wiggling his eyebrows. You sniffled and dried your eyes. You made your way to your bed, climbing up and resting against the thick pillows.

“Spill Joon” You weren’t planning on sounding excited over gossip, but if it healed your heart, then all the better reason. You put the phone on speaker, then snuggled under the purple fuzzy blanket that you had since you were a kid. “Alright, I’m ready for you to spill the tea.” 

“So. Yoongi said he likes Hoseok’s sister, right?” You nodded, then laughed at yourself. 

“Yeah, and?” 

“Well I so happen to know she is taken already.“ The snicker in his tone perked you ears. “So, let’s have a little fun with this, shall we?”

“I don’t know, Joon. He doesn’t deserve to be treated harshly.” As hurt as you were by Yoongi, you didn’t want to hurt him in return. All you wanted was for him to admit that he trailed you along, and played with your heart. Even if it was unintentional. You weren’t the vindictive type. 

“You’re too good a person, Y/N. Well, anyway, if he is going to confess to JiWo he better prepare to feel like he made you feel. Also, Y/N, what would you do if he attempted to come back to you? I mean, you know, thats possible.”  He was right. Yoongi and you were close, even if it was only two months. You two did literally everything together that couples did. You could see how you got the wrong idea. 

“Guys are just different Joon. They don’t see things the way girls do most of the time. It was silly of me to get the wrong idea of what he considered us. I just let my guard down and let myself have feelings for him. Maybe he is right, maybe we should take some time apart and not talk to each other.” You sighed audibly, which made Namjoon’s heart break for you. He saw you as a little sister and he wanted to protect you from all the bad and hurtful things in the world. 

“Fine, I wont say anything to him tomorrow. But if he starts something, then you know I will finish it. No one hurts my girl and gets away with it in the end.” 

“Joonie, that’s why I adore you. Always looking out for my best interests. But seriously, don’t say anything. I’m a big girl and I can handle this like an adult. I’m going to let you get back to sleep. Have a good night, Joon. Love you.” 

“Love you too, Y/N. Get some rest. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” 

Once you hug up the phone, you snuggled under the blanket and decided to read Yoongi’s messages. You thought long and hard how to respond to him, and when you were ready, you started typing.

Y/N: Yoongi. I wish you the best. I hope JiWo doesn’t break your heart

Y/N: I should apologize for putting you in a difficult place

Y/N: I agree that we should take some time apart. A long time

Y/N: be kind to yourself and stay healthy

Y/N: wishing you al the best

You hit send on the last message and then placed your phone on the nightstand. You told yourself you were doing the right thing, even if your heart didn’t believe that yet. 

Yoongi was awakened by the ping of incoming messages. He rubbed his eyes and grabbed his phone. He looked at the dim screen and saw your name in bold. He scrolled through your messages, sighing when he realized that you wouldn’t be coming around any time soon. He didn’t know how to respond, so he laid his phone back down and went back to sleep.

The next morning, Yoongi decided to talk to Hoseok and get a feel for how he would react to one of the members liking his sister. His nerves were making his palms sweat and his hands tremble. Taking a deep breath, he sat down next to Hoseok and starting eating with the other members. 

“Hey. I was wondering. How would you all feel, if one of us liked one of your sisters? I mean, Taehyung, what if Jungkook liked EunJun. How would you feel about that?

“I would have to consider how she felt. She is my little sister, and I would want to protect her. But if they truly liked each other, then I guess it would be okay.” Taehyung eyed Yoongi curiously, but said nothing else. 

“What about you Namjoon? What if Jin told you he liked KyungMin?” 

“I would say hell no. She’s my sister and I don’t think anyone is good enough for her. I know you guys all too well, and honestly, I think Jin would be a good match. But that would be crossing a line, dating my sister. I don’t want anything to mess up what the seven of us have, and dating a sibling could mar that. I don’t think some lines should be crossed, and that’s one of them.” He knew exactly what Yoongi was getting at. After all you were friends with all of them, and they all cared about you in a protective manner. 

“Well if any one of you liked my sister, you would have to get past her boyfriend first, and I don’t recommend that.” Hoseok spoke up, his signature smile beaming. “They have been together for almost a year now and he even scares me. But he is very good to her, treats her kindly.” 

“JiWo has a boyfriend?” Yoongi couldn’t hide the surprise, or the disappointment, in his voice. “I didn’t know she was dating anyone. She is very good at hiding it.”

“Yeah, she is a very private of her personal life. She is busy with her online store and enjoys the quiet life I guess. What brings this all up, Yoongi?" 

“I was just curious. I mean, we are all close with each other’s families. It is a possibility, and I was just wondering how you all felt about it.” Yoongi quickly finished breakfast, making the excuse that he had some recording to do in his studio. Once he rose from his seat and left, the others looked around with quizzical expressions.

“What was that all about?” Jimin asked. He was thoroughly confused because Yoongi wasn’t normally one to ask such questions.

“I have an idea, but  promised to keep my mouth shut.” Namjoon spoke up, that sly smirk curling at his lips. 

“Spill, Joon.” Hoseok looked at Namjoon with glaring eyes. 

“I am sworn to secrecy, that is all I can say.” With that, he got up and cleared his plate. Hoseok followed him into the kitchen. If anyone could make Namjoon talk, it was him. 

“Okay Joon. Spill. What are you talking about?” Hoseok had Namjoon cornered at the sink as he washed his dishes. 

“Without breaking my promise, this is all I can say. Yoongi likes someone, and he is about to get his heart broken if he isn’t careful. But he might deserve it in the end.” Namjoon hummed a tune as he finished his dishes,then turned to look at Hoseok.

“I thought he and Y/N had a thing going? Don’t they?” Hoseok would let Namjoon escape without telling him everything. 

“No, they don’t. I will say she thought the same thing. He overheard her and Jin talking and he told her he liked someone else. She called me last night. She’s taking a break from being around all of us, because of Yoongi.” Namjoon leaned back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. He knew the next question coming and he was about to set a plan into action, without breaking his promise to you.

“So, who does he like? Someone we know?” Namjoon nodded, then pointed to Hoseok.

“My sister? JiWo? But she’s older than him and she’s taken, I just told him-” The proverbial light bulb went off over Hoseok’s head. He smiled that mischievous grin and pulled Namjoon closer. “He broke our sweet Y/N’s heart didn’t he? Well, then. It’s time to turn the tables. Now that he knows JiWo isn’t available, he going to be hurt and try to make things right with Y/N. It would be an awful thing if she had six guys giving her all the attention she could ever want.” Hoseok called the remaining members into the kitchen, him and Namjoon telling them what had happened and their plan. 

First things first, Hoseok called his sister and asked her to come by for a visit. She, of course, always obliged her baby brother. She agreed to come by and said she would bring some new clothes over for them to look at while she visited. With that plan in motion, Jin, Taehyung, and Jimin all sent you texts telling you that they wanted to see you today. Jungkook ordered some food for lunch, enough for more than ten people. Jin set about buying flowers and cards for them to give you when you hopefully arrived later in the day. Yoongi was none the wiser, seeing he was holed up in his studio mulling over the fact that his crush was taken. Now he understood how he must have made you feel. And it sucked. 

You were drinking your morning coffee and eating a doughnut, the food that always fixes broken hearts, when your phone began to vibrate so much it nearly fell off the table. Picking it up just before it fell over the edge, you looked at the screen. THere were at least a dozen messages from the members, and they all told you that you had better get your ass over there today or else. You weren’t sure what it was all about, but you were not going to upset them by refusing to do as they told. You sent a quick group message, telling them you would be over by lunch time. You jumped up, rushing to shower and get your still puffy face and red eyes looking more alive and refreshed. It was almost noon when you stepped from your bedroom, hair done and make-up hiding the dark circles perfectly. You sent a quick text, telling them that you were on your way. You then pulled up a Namjoon’s number and shot him a message.

Y/N: Will Yoongi be there? I don’t know if I can take seeing him

Not five seconds later, he responded.

Joonie: He’s at the studio, you’re good, see you soon and drive safe

Grabbing your keys, you slipped into your boots and headed out the door. Thirty minutes later, you were pulling up to the dorm. You took a deep breath, the let your knuckle fall against the door. Just as you were about to second guess coming over, the door opened to a smiling Jimin.

“Y/N! Glad you could make it. Come in, come in.” He grabbed your hand and led you inside. You jaw dropped at the sight before you. There were six vases of various flowers scattered along the counter, each had an envelope leaning against it. There was a small buffet set up on the dining table and six very adorable men standing around with their arms opened wide. At once they descended upon you, wrapping your body is a giant group hug that nearly smothered you. 

“Guys, guys! I can hardly breathe.” You’re muffled voice echoing from someone’s chest. The backed away, smiling and laughing at you. 

“Sorry, Y/N. But your just so damn cute.” Hoseok chimed in. Pulling you close to him.

“What is all of this? What’s going on?” You eyed Namjoon first, a suspicious glare making him shrug his shoulders. 

“I said nothing, I promise.” Was his only answer.

“We just wanted to tell you that we all love you. You have been there for us recently and we wanted to thank you for being the best little sister figure we could ask for.” Jin came up beside you, drink in hand. 

You were guided over to the couch, were you were nestled between Jungkook and Taehyung. Namjoon brought you a full plate of very delicious looking food and jin set your drink on the coffee table. Everyone ate and chatted about the plans they had coming up. The gushed over how much happiness you brought to their daily lives. Just as lunch was finishing up, there was a knock at the door. Hoseok jumped to his feet and hurried to the door. Your heart fell when you saw who it was. JiWo. Of all people she had to show up. But you were caught off guard as another person came into view. Who was that?

Everyone greeted them both enthusiasm, and Hoseok brought them over to you. 

“Y/N, you know my sister, and this is her boyfriend, JiSun. JiSun, this is Y/N. She’s one of our dearest friends.” You stand and take JiSun’s offered hand. After greetings were made, you set about looking over JiWo’s clothing she brought for the boys to try. You gave your thoughts on what would look best on who, when Yoongi finally emerged from his studio. His head lifted up, seeing you, then JiWo. His expression fell when he saw her holding hands with the guy to her right. 

“Ahh, Yoongi! You’re just in time. JiWo brought her boyfriend over for us to meet.” Your heart fell at the look on Yoongi’s face. You knew that look all to well, you had the exact same one last night when he turned you down. You rose from your spot, grabbing Namjoon’s hand as you headed to the kitchen with your empty plate. He shrugged to the others and followed you. 

“Kim Namjoon, I demand an explanation!” You whisper-yelled at him.

“This was Hoseok’s idea. I swear he figured everything out on his own. He wants to show you that you are worthy to be cared about and loved. And in the process show Yoongi that he can’t go around breaking hearts and leading girls on. He was bound to find out that JiWo was taken, so why not speed up the process?” Namjoon’s smug smile faded as you shook your head at him.

“Yoongi doesn’t deserve to be put in that position. Yes, he broke my heart, but I will get over it. He’s a good guy, I was just the stupid one that let my feelings get ahead of me. I really appreciate all of this Joonie, but I am not going to sit here and watch Yoongi be embarrassed because you all think he needs to be taught a lesson.” That being said, you turned on your heel and walked out into the gathering space. You eyes trailed over to where Yoongi was still standing, and then to the others.

“Thank you all for the lovely afternoon, but I really need to get going. JiWo is was nice seeing you again, and it was a pleasure to meet you JiSun. Gentlemen, I will talk to you all later. Expect that, you hear.” They all bowed their heads and JiWo and Yoongi looked at them in surprise. “You all have a great evening.” You headed for the door, Hoseok on your heels.

“Y/N. I’m sorry if you are upset.” he gave a small shy smile.

“Upset doesn’t even begin to describe what I am Hoseok. What you have done is childish and uncalled for. You purposely set out to hurt Yoongi because he hurt me. But, I am not that low. You all owe him an apology. Now, I will call you later, and this had better be straightened out.” You left no room for a reply as you stomped off. Once you were in your car, you slumped back in the drivers seat. You were startled by someone knocking on your window. It was none other than Yoongi.

“What, Yoongi? I thought we agreed to take a break from talking to each other? ” You didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but you were still very upset over yesterday. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I-” you cut him off before he could say anything more.

“I don’t want to hear it Yoongi. I don’t want any lames excuses, nor do I want to hear any false apologies. I wasn’t part of whatever was going on in there. And I am sorry that you weren’t able to confess to JiWo, but maybe you have a lesson to learn here. Goodbye Yoongi.” You rolled up the window and drove off, seeing Yoongi standing there in the rearview mirror. Of course the image was blurry thanks to the tears in your eyes. 

Yoongi walked back inside, all eyes on him as he walked past them. Hoseok went to speak, but Yoongi turned around and snapped at them all.

“I don’t want to hear a word from any of you. JiWo, I am sorry you got dragged into this mess. They had you and JiSun come over to teach me a lesson. I was going to confess to you that I liked you. I am sorry, but I believe the intentions of these people were to show me how it feels to be led on and turned down. Now, I will be in my studio so you all can continue your little party.” 

“Yoongi, I had no idea. I’m sorry if I led you on in any way. That was not my intention.” JiWo spoke sincerely to Yoongi, and he couldn’t blame her. She always only saw him as a little brother and friend to Hoseok. Nothing more. 

“It’s not your fault, JiWo. It’s okay.” he sauntered off to his studio, heart figuratively in his hands. 

Sitting at his desk, he took his phone from his pocket, pulling up your name. He tapped your icon and set about typing out a message.

Yoongs: Y/N I am sorry. Sorry that I led you on

Yoongs: sorry that I didn’t appreciate how great of a person you are and how much the guys

Yoongs: adore you. I think I understand why they did this party thing

Yoongs: i know you said you wanted a break

Yoongs: but I would like to be friends still, if that’s even possible now

Yoongs: Please respond Y/N

Yoongs: Answer me please

Yoongs: fuck

You read every text as it popped up. You had to pull over at one point because of the tears blurring your view. Was it possible to be friends? Maybe, at some point down the road. But right now, you were both hurt and you didn’t want him to think that he could just run back to you and you would accept him with open arms. You needed time to get over him, and he needed time to see that there are repercussions to leading someone on. You decided on a single text, hoping it would suffice. 

Y/N: I don’t know Yoongi. It will never be the same. I will never be the same

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