#anymore but i am sure i will be recharged in no time! needless to say

[teecupangel]

Ark: Aberration Edition

Submitted by @saberamane

I’m back with the next ‘Ark Survival Evolved AC Edition’!

They have finally figured out the whole thing going on with ‘Scorched Earth’, defeat the Manticore (which Desmond is super bummed out that he couldn’t tame that thing, it was so cool), they ‘ascend’ again, and the new area they land in is horrible. But also pretty cool. Desmond loves all the bio luminescent creatures to be found on ‘Aberration’.

(Just a note, they all have a Rock Drake, so it won’t be listed with their other tames.)

Desmond:

Aberrant Carno

Aberrant Equus

1 Ravager (She’s more ‘pet’ than ‘tame’, she’s pretty but not ‘high level’ so she stays at base. Basically she’s an event color dino.)

Basilisk

Seeker (non-tameable, but it’s Desmond. He wanted the little eldritch flying creature, so he got it.)

Reaper King (Of course)

Shoulder Pet: Bulbdog (He finds it right away and needed it. It’s one of those ‘it’s so ugly it’s cute’ scenarios.)

Altair:

Aberrant Otter

Aberrant Purlovia

Aberrant Pulmonoscorpius

Aberrant Parasaur

Karkinos

Aberrant Megalosaurus

Shoulder Pet: Shinehorn (I just enjoy the thought of Altair having an adorable little goat on his shoulder all the time.)

Ezio:

Aberrant Ovis

Aberrant Spino

Aberrant Paracer

Aberrant Doedicurus

Roll Rat

Aberrant Baryonyx

Shoulder Pet: Featherlight (It reminds him of Petruccio, and all the feathers he used to collect for his little brother. Needless to say, anything so much as looks at this featherlight wrong dies.)

Ratonhnhaké:ton:

Aberrant Megalania

Aberrant Iguanodon

Aberrant Direbear

Pack of Aberrant Raptor’s

Pack of Ravagers

Aberrant Sarco

Shoulder Pet: Glowtail (They are noted as having the quickest recharge of their light of all ‘glow pets’, which would greatly benefit Ratonhnhaké:ton as he’s typically the ‘hunter’)

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Additions by teecup:

The Ark Survival Evolved AU idea (this one and this one too)

Tames for The Island Ark

Tames for the Scorched Earth Ark

At this point, they have all agreed to just let Desmond do whatever thing he does and they don’t even bat an eye anymore if Desmond returns with some kind of monster/animal that shouldn’t be tameable. At some point, it’s become a running joke about what next untameable beast Desmond would return with. Altaïr is currently winning with his suggestion of “God” and the deadpan way he stated it and the fact that they all know he’s an atheist makes it all the more funnier and it’s really hard to top that one.

(All of their Rock Drakes have the same ‘nest’ and a few months later, they learned that one of them laid an egg and they’re not entirely sure which one it is?)

Desmond:

His Abberant Carno is named Rex The Second because, according to him, Rex Two sounds a bit ‘sad’.

His Equus is usually used for patrols nearby.

His Ravager follows him around the base and likes to get pets but doesn’t like it when others try to pet him. He actually just followed Desmond into the base and just… never left.

His Basilisk is a jerk. He likes to burrow deep underneath the ground then pop out whenever someone passed by. Nobody gets surprised anyway since the Basilisk glows as light blue in their Eagle Vision but still… jerk move. But he mostly accompanies Desmond whenever he goes out because it’s a good companion for taming other monsters/beasts.

Altaïr had researched on the Seekers before to check if they could be tamed and, if not, what’s the best way to take them own, and that’s how he theorized that the reason why Desmond got a Seeker is because it sees Desmond as a light source. His Seeker is always energetic and acts the same way wild Seekers would act whenever they are near light sources like a Bulbdog which earns Desmond the nickname “Our very own Bulbdog”

Oh god. Oh my god. Are we saying that Desmond got impregnated by a female Reaper since that’s the only way to get a Reaper ingame? Are we going for that? Because I hella am in for that! Just imagine Altaïr checking Desmond after an encounter with a Ravager Queen that left him alive and him gravely saying, “You’re… pregnant.” and everyone just stares at Desmond and Desmond is like “It’s not like that! Oh my god, no!” In the end, Desmond ‘shoots’ out the baby Reaper and takes care of it like… I guess a child of his own (oh man, the angst that will happen when they leave this Ark and have to leave the Reaper behind, yeeesss)

Desmond likes to keep the Bulbdog with him always and its deathly afraid of the Seeker but the Seeker just ignores it and goes for Desmond every time.

Altaïr:

Altaïr’s Otter mostly does whatever it wants but he serves mostly as Altaïr’s assistant, bringing him tools or holding things for Altaïr while he’s busy with his current project.

His Purlovia primarily just lazes around in his workshop but he always likes to burrow all over and is sorta maybe best friends with Desmond’s Basilisk? Or maybe they’re burrowing rivals, no one is really sure.

His Pulmonoscorpius usually accompanies him whenever he’s away from their base as it’s a good bodyguard and its poison can be used to weaken or tamed any beast that catches his fancy (and the poison is also used for some of his creations). He got his Pulmonoscorpius from a cave too so he uses that as a mount whenever he goes to a cave so other monsters/beasts won’t be alerted.

His Parasaur loves to gather berries. No one knows why but he just lets him do what he wants since Parasaur also warns them of any dangers near their base that he sees during his berry picking.

What his Karkinos lacks in speed, he makes up with his sheer utility. If his Otter is his assistant in the base, the Karkinos is his assistant when out in the wilds and there have been many encounters that ended in their favor thanks to him.

No, Desmond, this Megalosaurus will not be named Megalosaurus the Second. No. Megalosaurus Junior is also out of the question. Stop it.

Shinehorn is a good lightsource. That’s the reason why he’s on Altaïr’s shoulder. Yup. That’s the only reason why. No, the fact that Desmond had been the one to give it to him had nothing to do with Altaïr’s preferential treatment to the damn goat.

Ezio:

To continue with the whole ‘naming farm creatures’, these herd of Ovis have a Haytham, an Abbas (the one that always tries to chew Altaïr’s robes) and a Lucy (named after Lucrezia Borgia or so Desmond says)

His Spino mainly patrols all of Ezio’s other tames and he actually let Desmond name it Spino the Second.

His Paracer served as their first base actually while they were looking for a good place to ‘settle down’ as Desmond likes to call it. He’s their oldest tame and he mainly just lounges in the base as a reward for having to deal with all the shenanigans the group had to go thru while he served as their mobile base.

Doedicurus likes to roll around and, really, Ezio enjoys watching his Doedicurus roll around to beat the crap of any creature that tries any funny business.

Roll Rat was used to help build their base, mostly by rolling onto obstacles to destroy them. Now, he’s mainly used to harvest wood and mushrooms. Hell, he and Parasaur sometimes return at the same time filled with berries they have collected. Desmond called it berry-bonding.

Baryonyx is Ezio’s primary companion when he goes outside and also their main source of underwater resources.

Featherlight is nicknamed ‘asfoor’ which means little sparrow and Ezio has a soft spot for it. He once gifted Desmond one of the feather that had fallen from the Featherlight and Desmond is the only person who understands how much the little creature reminds Ezio of his family (not just Petruccio but Maria Auditore as well)

Ratonhnhaké:ton

Megalania is always almost on walls or ceilings and helps by ambushing hostile creatures while they’re focused on Ratonhnhaké:ton and his ‘main force’.

Iguanodon usually helps with farming and gathering resources in the base but he’s important when Ratonhnhaké:ton leaves for long periods of time as he helps hunt food and resources they may need in the wild (like poison that Ratonhnhaké:ton can use to craft items)

Ratonhnhaké:ton refused to call his new Dire Bear Dire Bear The Second because that he felt like he was comparing it to his previous Dire Bear. He did agree to naming it Teddy Bear though. (he doesn’t know what teddybear actually means)

His main force is composed of a pack of Aberrant Raptors that all have names and Ratonhnhaké:ton can distinguish each of them with a glance. They’re very well coordinated with the ambush tactics of the Megalania and like to corral their enemies to where the Magalania is waiting to pounce them.

The pack of Ravagers is actually the children of the Ravager that followed Desmond to their base. Every time they’re in the base, they stay with their mother (which means Desmond takes care of them). They’re very energetic and the Raptors actually usually have to corral them to stay in formation.

Sarco is Ratonhnhaké:ton’s preferred mount whenever there is a need to dive somewhere.

Glowtail prefers to wrap around Ratonhnhaké:ton neck and sometimes around the crown of his head.

#submission #i like the idea of seeker just following desmond all around the base even when the room is too small for him #like he’s just making pathetic cooing sounds when he can’t get in #so the base all have big arches and rooms #okay #they need a tag at this point so #ark survival evolved desmond harem #because it’s still #altdes #ezides #condes

[tsurugixbuster]

It's Sunday! Which means it's time for some love from Lulu!! Can you believe we've made it to the end of another month already? Time sure does fly when you're out there absolutely smashing it at life, because I know without a doubt that you are!! February is the month of love, be it romantic, platonic or familial, and March is the month where Spring starts to creep in on us. Before long the trees will start sprouting new buds and the world will seem a little less grey. March is also a brand new month for you to achieve your goals, too, so don't worry if you didn't quite get there this month, okay? You are loved, cherished and have a wealth of support behind you, please remember that and be kind to yourself! Drink plenty of water, make sure you're eating regularly and please take time to relax and recharge! You got this, you precious little jelly bean!

//so I started on this shitscape website a little over a decade ago on a genesis blog lovelesschapterone and lo and behold I met Lu and joined the roleplay group she ran AxA.

Needless to say, I don't do roleplay groups anymore. XD

But Lu has remained a good friend of mine throughout the years. (It wasn't all candies and roses either mind you)

And honestly that's perhaps one of the reasons I adore her so much.

I wasn't always the fine, established gentleman I am now -snort-

But Lu forgave me for my shortcomings time and again and I think that's really what friendship is all about.

So here's to you Lulu!

-real men of genius echos in the background because this is actually a budweiser commercial-

For putting up with me for damn near forever.

Cheers 🍻

And happy Sunday mate.

#scarednotscary #;asks #;answered #<3

[woodedsilence]

{(~(A recent trip)~})

I’ve been gone, again. But, not like I had left before. This time it was merely so I could stay focused on me, I needed to do a little bit of deep reflection. It winded my path to a new Witch Shoppe, one although had better items than my traditional Witch Shoppe, had a very negative sinister feel to it. Needless to say, I will not be going back. Since I’m not totally thrilled with the other Witch Shoppe either, I think I will need to begin venturing down other paths for supplies. Although that is another outpouring for another day, it is part of why and how I decided to do what I needed to do this morning.

First, I want to apologize just in case anyone at all who I was following or who was following me wondered what happened to the mutual “following” we may have been doing on social media. This morning I cleared my pages out of need not want, I need to make sure I’m not getting swallowed by other peoples paths. Although I didn’t feel it too much this time around, I was feeling pressure to be something I’m not. Which is a huge step up from being totally taken over. I think with my empathic ways I tend to accidentally consume vibes around me & think they are my own, when in reality they are just whispers or shadows of other peoples paths. I do believe in dark magic although I do not practice it, I know I have fallen victim to a dark witch indirectly once in the past & it took me quite awhile to recharge from that experience. I didn’t want to come back to social media on any platform. But, I believe the want of a Coven is why I keep coming back. But, I can not risk who I am anymore, I need to stay true to who I am and what I need to do for myself.

Which is why I have decided to not follow anyone anymore, for this I again apologize. If that is even needed, I will never know and I’m okay with that. I am going to instead put full focus on finding my Sisters, my Coven in which I know I belong. So, from here on out, a search for my Sisters is what I will remain focused on.

[tiresomeimagination]

Clean Up Part 2 (Daycare Attendant x Reader) Moon Side

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Moon being spooky. Vague threats of punishment. But uhh I’m pretty sure most of y’all Moon simps already know that.

Author’s Note: This is a direct follow-up to my first Daycare Attendant fic which you can read here!

In the first part you take care of robot. in this part, robot takes care of you! I expected this to be shorter than Sun’s part but it’s actually longer TvT It’s not my fault, your honor, I swear-

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You could hardly believe that you were stupid enough to get locked in the Pizzaplex after hours. Curse your empathetic heart and Sun’s puppy dog hugs! Well, it wasn’t too bad. Once Sun was cleaned up to the best of your abilities, he proceeded to drag you across the daycare, determined to do everything in his power to make this the “best slumber party ever.” It was fun for a while, at least. You helped him decorate some hand puppets and prepare a few activities for the kids tomorrow. You took a delightful swim in the ball pit where Sun taught you the best way to wade through the colorful plastic sea. You even humored him in a couple rousing games of hide and seek. Needless to say, you did a lot of playing in a short amount of time. Within the first hour, you found yourself feeling pretty exhausted. You had just worked an entire day shift after all. You had been looking forward to taking a nice relaxing shower at home and passing out after a couple of episodes of your favorite show. Instead, you were spending the night running around with a robot that was cursed with the energy of a 5-year-old on sugar. You already resigned yourself to the depressing reality that you would have to work your shift tomorrow like a half-dead zombie.

“Hehehe, now it’s my turn to be it!” Sun exclaimed excitedly, making a big show of turning around and covering his face with his hands.

You made a mad dash for the play structures as you heard Sun begin his countdown. Maybe if you were lucky and found a really good hiding place this time, you could take a nap, you joked silently to yourself.

Just as you slid into place, the lights in the building shut off and you were plunged into darkness. You jumped slightly in surprise. You had almost forgotten about this. You mostly worked during the daytime, but you had heard about this from a few of your coworkers that pulled double shifts. Apparently, every hour, all the power in the facility was redirected to the charging stations so that the animatronics could recharge. It seemed like a bit of an odd power-saving strategy to you, but who were you to judge?

“Oh no! 1 AM already? No fair!” You heard Sun shriek in frustration somewhere in the distance before going silent.

You muffled a snicker behind your hand. You figured you didn’t need to hide in here anymore, so you began to crawl through the play structure on your way out. As you moved, you could have sworn you heard the approaching of a mechanical creaking sound. Almost as if something was moving towards- OH!

You only had a split second to register the approaching sound before a cold hand gripped your ankle and you were unceremoniously yanked out from the safety of the play structure. Thank goodness you were on the ground floor at the time or you might have taken quite the tumble in your shock.

You flinched on instinct before hesitantly peeking up at the thing that had grabbed you. Your eyes trailed up the dark figure, moving higher and higher until you made eye contact with a familiar set of glowing red orbs.

“M-Moon…!” You squeaked out, a nervous grin stretching across your face. You hadn’t spent nearly as much time with Moon as his counterpart, but you had assisted him through a few naptimes, as well as witnessed a couple of power outages. So you were at least familiar with the nighttime animatronic…And…You were pretty sure he remembered you? Although, the way he was just staring at you right now… You weren’t completely sure.

Moon released his grip on your ankle, allowing you to shakily lift yourself back to your feet. You awkwardly straightened out your clothes, feeling incredibly small under the robot’s intense stare.

“...You’re up awfully late,” Moon finally uttered in that slow and raspy voice of his.

You tensed as if subconsciously anticipating the scolding of a parent. At least he seemed to recognize you as STAFF and not an intruder. “Um…yeah…I…uh…I sort of got a little bit preoccupied helping out Sun, and now I’m locked in,” you explained quietly. You mentally berated yourself for getting so nervous. Moon has never tried to hurt you, you just couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by him.

Moon paused, looking you up and down. Wow. You looked awful. Your uniform was a mess, and even your face and hair were a little dirty.

You tensed, having to resist the urge to back away as Moon began to slowly slink closer to you. You heard his voice box emit what almost sounded like a low growling sound as he knelt down in front of you.

Wordlessly, Moon reached towards your face. You stared blankly into his red eyes and you felt something rip from your skin. It took a moment for you to register what he held between his fingers. Finally, after a few seconds, you recognized the smiley face sticker that you had stuck on your forehead earlier that night. You felt heat rise to your face in embarrassment as you realized just how dirty you were after cleaning Sun.

Moon looked between the sticker in his fingers and you, silently processing the situation. "... You're filthy," he finally said, crumpling up the used sticker in distaste.

You winced. You forgot just how straight to the point Moon could be. "Y-yeah…" you agreed meekly.

Ugh. Moon knew that his daytime counterpart could be impulsive and narrow-minded sometimes, but this was ridiculous. Not only had Sun caused you to get stuck here while taking care of him, but he had clearly run you ragged with all of his "playtime." As usual, the important duties would have to fall on Moon's shoulders, he supposed. His usual patrolling duties would just have to wait for now.

It was honestly starting to really creep you out the way that Moon just stared down at you with that permanent grin. Suddenly, you were snatched up from the floor, Moon lifting you under your arms like a weightless doll.

"Ah, Moon! what are you doing?!" You yelped, squirming in his grip as he carried you across the daycare.

"Clean up… Clean up." He grumbled, sounding somewhat annoyed.

He set you down in front of the entrance to the STAFF rooms, giving you a nudge on your back to push you in that direction.

You whirled around to give Moon a confused look. You didn't really like using the on-site showers. They were only really there for emergencies… But you supposed that this robot considered your current predicament to be an emergency.

"Go… clean up," he ordered. When you hesitated, he leaned closer. "You don't want to be naughty, do you?" He asked slowly, tilting his head.

That kicked you into high gear. "N-no! I'll… I'll go clean up!" You yelped, scurrying into the STAFF rooms and out of sight.

You made your way to the locker rooms, retrieving your bag. Luckily, it was company policy to pack a spare uniform in the event of disastrous party troubles. When you worked with bratty kids and hot pizza, some accidents were bound to happen.

You never liked using the on-site showers. It always felt so weird. Especially this late at night, you couldn't help but feel a little paranoid that some malfunctioning animatronic would come in here and murder you while your guard was down. Haha. Good thing that's never happened in a place like this before!

Despite the less than ideal circumstances, you did have to admit that the warm water felt good on your tired muscles. By the time you got out and slipped on your clean uniform, you felt surprisingly refreshed. You guessed you would have to thank Moon for forcing you to practice a little self-care. Speaking of Moon, where was he? You didn't see him anywhere when you reentered the darkened daycare.

"Moon? Are you still in here?" you called out. When you were met with nothing but silence, you figured he must have gone off to patrol the rest of the Pizzaplex. "Huh… oh well," you shrugged, strolling across the room to find a place to sit.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of movement. You turned your head and, to your surprise, saw Moon flying towards you on his suspension wire. The animatronic swung in, detaching from his wire and dropping down beside you with all the poise and grace of a professional dancer.

You, on the other hand, tripped over yourself in a panic with all the clumsiness of an alleyway drunkard.

Shortly after you crumpled to the floor, you heard a low and scratchy chuckle come from above you. Oh great, he was laughing at you, wasn't he? Great way to make an impression, Y/N.

“You’ve gotta stop jumping out of nowhere! You’re gonna give me a heart attack!” You huffed in frustration as you picked yourself up and dusted off your clothes.

Moon ignored your complaint and gave you an appraising look. At least you weren’t dirty anymore, but being up so late just wouldn’t do. Not while you were under his care. “You shouldn’t be up right now, Y/N,” he said in a surprisingly gentle tone as he knelt down to your height. “It’s past your bedtime.”

“Yeah…I know. I’ve got an early shift tomorrow, too. It’s just…Sun was so excited to hang out,” you said, rubbing your neck sheepishly.

Moon chuckled and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Looks like you need to take your own advice,” he chided.

You looked away in embarrassment. He was right. You had just lectured Sun not too long ago about not standing up for his own needs, and then you had gone and done the same thing. Maybe you had more in common with these robots than you thought. “You’re right…” you muttered.

Moon let out a noise similar to a sigh as he patted your head comfortingly. Carefully, he drew you closer to his body and scooped you into his arms.

“U-Um…!” You squeaked, taken aback by the new position. You knew it was just part of his programming, but being cradled like a small child would make anyone a bit flustered.

Moon’s movements were swift and efficient as he whisked you towards the naptime area and prepped a space for you. Before you knew it, you were being lowered down into a small nest of pillows.

“Uh…” you started to protest, but he was already spreading a blanket over you. Sure, you were pretty tired, but you didn’t need all of this. Furthermore, you were pretty sure it shouldn’t be part of Moon’s programming to enforce a bedtime on employees, no matter how tired they were. Should you be concerned about why you were being given special treatment?

“You need to sleep,” Moon said firmly, kneeling beside you and adjusting the bedding around you for maximum comfort.

You smiled nervously, attempting to sit up. “This is really sweet and all, but you really don’t need to-” you started to say, but immediately stopped yourself when you looked up into Moon's eyes. He had stopped his previously soothing movements, a hand gripping your arm to keep you from moving.

His grip tightened warningly. "Are you going to be good... or naughty?" He hissed.

You gulped. Well okay then! Moon was in charge, and if he said it was bedtime, you guessed it was bedtime! You knew that he could get…agitated when kids broke the rules. The last thing you needed to do was risk ticking him off. “G-Good! Good! I’m good!” you insisted quickly, lifting your hands in surrender.

This seemed to placate the animatronic because he immediately resumed tucking you in. It was like a switch flipped. As long as he didn’t register your behavior as “bad,” you seemed to get the gentle version of him. “Good…” he murmured as he successfully settled you in the makeshift bed.

Moon felt the familiar sense of pride bubble up inside him as he watched your eyes begin to droop. It usually wasn’t any of his business what the employees of this place did at night, but you…you were different. He could tell just how nice you were even without spending a lot of time with you. the two animatronic halves did share the same memory banks. Not to mention Sun could hardly shut up about you sometimes. You were nicer to them than any of the other workers had ever been. Of course he felt the need to take care of you! He had to make sure you were well-rested and healthy if he wanted to see more of you in the future. And he would. There was no way he would let Sun keep hogging you all to himself…Ah, but right now you just needed to rest.

You sighed as Moon sat down beside you. You guessed he planned on watching over you until you fell asleep to make sure you didn’t try to get up again. Yeesh. Not even your own parents ever cared that much about your sleep schedule. Well…at least you were pretty comfy.

He let out a low rumbling hum, gently placing a hand on your head and raking his fingers through your slightly damp hair. The sensation was enough to send you over the edge, your eyes slipping fully shut. “That’s right. Sleep,” he urged in a hushed tone.

He knew he would need to patrol the rest of the Pizzaplex soon, but right now…he would enjoy the sound of your breathing slowly falling into a steady rhythm. A job well done.

“Goodnight, Y/N…”

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf security breach #daycare attendant #daycare attendant x reader #moon x reader #moondrop x reader #I just realized Sun has way more alternate fandom names than Moon #hhh #it seems pretty evenly split in the fandom whether people think Moon is a homicidal gremlin or a precious angel #so I went with somewhere in the middle :] #I do think moon is nowhere near as aggressive as some people make him out to be #he just don't like troublemakers #which I mean #fair #anyways it's 3 am which is ironic because moon would murder me for being awake rn #goodnight tumblr #o7

[sexyandcringe]

Warning: not proofread. Suggestive but nothing explicit!

Content: fluff, crack, comfortish

A/n: IMPORTANT: this is how I imagine the Miyas dining table (important for the plot). I think my writing style is a little different here, very influenced by Ao3 lol, am just trying and messing around and seeing what fits me better.

"Baby, trust me, they will love ya." Osamu says as he takes your face in his large hands.

"I don't know Samu, i'm so awkward, what if i say or do something embarassing?" You oppose. You are sure that Osamu's parents are as kind and understanding as Osamu himself, but still, you don't want to do anything to make them think any less of you; after all it took you a long time before even accepting the fact that you did deserve Osamu, you don't want his parents to think differently.

"You won't and even if ya do, they are used to Atsumu embarassing them all the damn time, so don't worry 'bout it:" You snort at the insult he threw at his twin; making fun of him always lifts your mood, you'll have to apologize to him for the bullying he goes through even behind his back.

"Let's go."

His parents are really wholesome, completly different than yours. You had a hunch that his mother would be very cheerful and nice, but you didn't expect his father to be interested in your conversation, too. You are glad you agreed to come.

His mother asks you a lot about you and in exchange she tells you stories about the twins in their younger years — not without her husband making a dad joke or two in between — about how Osamu may look the calmer twin but he is as chaotic as his brother; you had realized that in the first month of knowing them.

Since Atsumu's flight got delayed, he comes in an hour later than planned and Mrs. Miya (who insists you call her "mom") decides to leave you three alone to cook dinner.

You hug Atsumu as he swings you right and left with too much force for your liking, but since he is like a little brother to you (or a puppy, you have yet to define your relationship with him), you let him do so.

You are way more comfortable now than you were when you first entered the house, it feels more like home than it ever has felt with your own family; you wonder if you will ever have a lovely and warm family of your own with Osamu. The thought makes you smile and blush like a teenager.

"Atsumu, come help me set the table, sweetie. " his mother calls out from the kitchen. Atsumu groans for a bit before getting up, he may look like someone who doesn't take shit from anyone at all, but deep inside he is a mama's boy and never says no to her. You learnt this fact when Osamu asked Atsumu to help him out in his restaurant for a few days when another worked was sick, but Atsumu refused to help him because he was "atrociously exhausted after practice", needless to say that all Osamu had to do was to threathen him to call their mother – who would have definetly given Atsumu a lesson about how important it is to help each other out at rough times, that he is the older twin so he should act like one and more and more for hours.

"So..." Osamu asks as he pecks your forehead "how d'ya like my family so far?"

"Like? i love them. Already feel like my own family."

"It IS your own family now, told ya they love ya. "

You beam before kissing him on the lips. He kisses you back, tightening his grip on your waist and caressing your cheek with his gentle fingers.

It's been around three hours since you have kissed him in the car, you need your social battery recharge, so you don't hold back anymore; you kiss him as passionately as he does, without caring that someone might walk in. You are grateful that his dad had to go out earlier, you wouldn't be in this position had he been here.

"Dinner's rea-"

You push Osamu back as you hear Atsumu's voice from the doorstep of the living room, shocked and flustered for being caught in the red.

"... -dy. Ya can be lovey dovey later in yer room. Come eat now, i'm starvin'." He says as he walks back in the kitchen, complaining about "staining his pure and innocent childhood bedroom".

You and Osamu are visibly annoyed for being interrupted, but you thank any deities up there for letting Atsumu be the intruder and not his mother.

The dining table is a little rectangle with one chair for each side, after all the Miyas are not a big family, so a four-chair table was more than enough; you take their father's seat since he is gone for the night and thank the older twin when he serves your food. Osamu sits on your left side, Mrs. Miya on your right and Atsumu is sprawled on the front. "'Tsumu, sit properly!!" his mother scolds, to which he replies with a whine, but agrees and sits up anyway.

You nearly moan when you taste the food; you knew that your boyfriend was a great chef, but didn't expect his mother to be as good (okay maybe a little less) as him.

"This is delicious, really." you comment.

"I'm sure i don't stand a chance against your boyfriend, though." she jokes, making you chuckle and later choke on your food.

You guys talk about mundane stuff, from how your job is treating you to Samu's horrid haircut he got six months ago to the neighbor's kid's constant yelling.

It's cute to see Osamu in such domesticity, you have never seen him talking to his mom in person before, so it's a view that you want to imprint in your mind. Something about guys, in this case your own boyfriend, loving and respecting their mom makes your heart flutter.

And maybe it's because of that, or maybe it's because you're left frustrated by your previous make out session with him that you let your bare foot wander around under the table, reaching Osamu's leg. You intrude under his pants from the ankle and slide up a little, looking at him expectantly to see some kind of reaction, but Atsumu's loud and abhorrent coughing makes you stop in your track.

"I told you to sit up straight and eat slowly, never listen to me!" You hear the poor woman yell again while passing some water to her dying son. You huff annoyed: it is now the second time that Atsumu has interrupted you.

Unexpectedly Osamu looks pretty calm and composed for someone who was about to get a footjob under the table in a family dinner, you wonder if he didn't notice your touch, but all your questions are answered when you see Atsumu smiling and giggling to himself.

Fuck.

That was not Osamu's leg.

Your face heats up quickly as you deplore yourself for being so stupid and rash.

You can already imagine Atsumu's mocking tone while he tells Osamu your little embarassing stunt.

Shit, shit, shit.

This motherfucker will never let you live it down.

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The Sky Burns with Fire

Second part of the Spider Virgil series! 

For those of you who enjoyed these so far, this is going to be part of a series! You can find the series under the fanfic masterlist, if you’re interesting in looking at that one too. If you’d like to talk more about this AU, you can send me an ask at @foxfire-and-midnight-wings​ or on here.

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Warnings: Hinted panic attack, mention of spider traits, anxious/depressive/intrusive thoughts, mental breakdowns, self-blame/self-hate, unhealthy coping mechanisms, allusion to self-harm, overworking/overexertion and mention of the collapse that happens afterward,

[Argument Aftermath]

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Virgil goes into his room to see Janus and Remus already there, the former who looks pretty guilty

Virgil is still shaking, and when Janus sees the state he’s in, his guilt increases by tenfold

Both Janus and Remus back off to give him space, and Janus ask Virgil if he wants them to leave

“Please, don’t.” “... Alright, but if you change your mind, please let us know.”

Virgil goes into his side bathroom and takes off his makeup, and then changes into his hoodie that Remus made specifically to let his spider legs through too

He goes out and climbs into his hanging hammock, and just curls up underneath the covers for a while

He has to forcefully remind himself to do the 4-8-7 exercise, which he is very thankful about because it helps him try to get his mind off of what happened

His anxiety keeps throwing thoughts through his head that he knows aren’t true, but it still made it hard for him to focus at times

Janus makes them all some tea, and starts to try and make Virgil a snack to eat

Remus remembers about how Virgil would sometimes have worse panic attacks if he was around others in a quiet room, so he starts to hum really loud

Janus eventually joins him, and after a couple minutes they’re both quietly singing an abundance of different musical songs

The singing mixed with the breathing exercise helps Virgil have something else to distract him from his thoughts. He was tempted to blast music through his headphones to try and drown out the anxious thoughts, but once Remus started humming he decided against it

After around 30 minutes, Virgil is calm enough to come back down, and he takes the tea gratefully

It’s silent for maybe a minute, before Janus apologizes

He goes on to say that he knows they all said Virgil’s name was something that could be talked about and revealed, but that the situation was not the best place to say it.

“I know that this entire situation was agreed upon so we could help the others not know about our friendship, and so they wouldn’t question you about us. By making it an intentional topic of ‘tension’, it would deter them from asking about us, and in turn would prevent them from asking about your spider traits. But if you want us to stop or to bring back the intensity, please let us know. I know that the acting can get intense, and that it may feel too real at times, and I want you to know that it’s okay if we need to change our plans.”

He goes on to say that he knows Virgil may need time away from them after some of their “arguments” to help calm down, and that it’s perfectly okay with both him and Remus.

Virgil is just sitting here drinking his tea after the first 5 minutes of this internally going “alright, okay, I know.”

After Janus is done with his long talk, Virgil just looks him in the eyes and goes “bitch”

At first, Janus isn’t sure how to react. Because he just spent over five minutes telling Virgil that if he needed the plan to change, it was perfectly fine with them. And the first thing Virgil says is “bitch.”

There’s like. A moment of silence before Janus just goes “Does that mean okay?? What????”

Virgil starts laughing at this, before nodding

The whole reason Virgil is doing this, which Janus and Remus catch onto, is because he’s scared to confront the problem in a serious talk due to his anxiety

It isn’t even the fact that he doesn’t want to talk about it, no, he really wants to!

But his anxiety just keeps screaming “serious talk = bad”

He doesn’t even know why, but that’s why he tries joking. Almost as a way to lift the atmosphere a little and to help him calm down a little bit

They spend a couple more minutes joking around a little before Remus goes “Seriously though, Virge, if you need us to stop we can.”

After that, they actually start to talk about it

Much to Virgil’s reluctance, because his anxiety is constantly screaming at him. Fears about them wanting to leave him, hating him, and them telling him they don’t want to be friends anymore swirl around in his head

(What if they want to use this as a cover-up to stop talking to me? What if they’re using it as a way to try and tell me they hate me? To let me down gently? What if, what if, what if-)

They agree that they’ll continue the plan (much to Janus’ reluctance because he still feels bad), and they will meet up after every argument to talk about what was said and how to move forward.

Janus keeps reiterating to them both that if they need a break after an argument that it’s fine and they just need to say so.

Janus makes them some halloween themes cookies with Virgil’s help, and Remus decorates (after he promises to only use icing)

Virgil admits while eating the cookies that the name reveal did make him a little anxious, but that he knew it was one of the topic that would come up eventually (even if it wasn’t from Remus or Janus)

He says that he just needed the time in his hammock to recharge mentally and to calm down a little

He doesn’t blame Janus, and just says that it “gives him more of a reason to be on bad terms with the ‘dark sides’”

Basically, he says “it’s cool, it just sped up the other sides being uncomfortable talking about you two around me”

Eventually, they eat an actual meal before going to hang out in Janus’s room underneath his heat lamp

They all accidentally fall asleep there, but none of them mind (it’s not the first time they did this)

(But they always make sure to not let ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ know what’s going on. No one bothers to try telling him what happened.)

[How is Patton after all of this?]

well, Patton is very clearly wrecked.

He doesn’t take well the fact that Virgil was hiding something like that from them. Why? Because he worries that Virgil didn’t feel safe enough around them to say his real name and that they just pressured him into saying it

He feels bad because this was revealed and knows that Virgil is probably taking the reveal as bad as him

Which makes him feel guilty because he feels like he shouldn’t be feeling this bad because it wasn’t him who had a secret revealed after a huge argument

Needless to say, he cries more than a few tears

He slowly starts to get some intrusive depressive thoughts

Mainly, self-hatred and blame

He starts to blame himself for what happened, for not being able to stop it. He basically ends up arguing with himself over the entire situation

‘You should’ve done more, now look what happened. Virgil and Janus are both hurt, Virgil had a secret revealed and is probably having a panic attack over it, and you’re not even there to comfort him. What kind of father are you if you’re not even able to be there for your family?’

‘No, there wasn’t anything I could do to stop it. They were already too far gone when I tried to intervene.’

‘Oh? Then why didn’t you intervene earlier?’

‘...’

‘Why didn’t you stop them sooner? Why didn’t you?’

‘I-... I don’t know...’

‘That’s a lie. You know exactly why. You just won’t admit it.’

‘Shut up. You’re not real, and you’re wrong. That wasn’t why’

‘Ah, but you know why, you just admit it. You just don’t want to face it.’

‘You were scared. But of who?’

‘See, that’s the thing! I don’t have a reason to have been scared.’

‘But you still didn’t do anything. You could’ve, but you didn’t. You were scared. You were a coward,’

‘Shut up! Just shut up!’

Patton, unlike Virgil or Remus, doesn’t have any way he’s found to fully drown the voice in his head out. He tries music, but it rarely works.

It’s a good thing that they’re not real, otherwise he definitely would’ve damaged his hearing by how loud he would play it.

There’s one other way that he’s tried to get it to stop but... he really doesn’t want to resort to that. He knows it’s unhealthy, and he really hates doing it

But sometimes it feels like it’s the only escape

So this time, when he spends 10 minutes blasting his music through his earbuds at maximum volume and the thoughts are still racing through his head, he makes up his mind

He takes off his earbuds and turns his phone off before locking his door. After all, he doesn’t want anyone to find out what he’s about to do

[How is Roman?]

He’s not taking it well. Like, at all. And that’s putting it lightly

He feels extremely mad at himself, but he feels overwhelming anger at Janus

‘How could he just say that?! Has he no pride or respect?’

Hidden underneath all the layers of anger, is guilt, shame, and fear

He blames himself for Virgil hiding his name, and he fears that his nicknames and teasing was actually taken seriously

He knows it probably wasn’t, considering Virgil often engaged in the banter and they rarely got into an actual argument. Most of the time they were small, teasing arguments. 

He fears that what he perceived as fun banter was actually being taken seriously and to heart. And that scares him most of all

Following the guilt of the possible miscommunication is shame

‘I’m the hero, I should’ve realized it was making him uncomfortable! And I should’ve seen if he was truly hurt by it,’ he thinks, ‘But I’m not, am I? There’s bound to have been signs that he was taking it seriously, but if I don’t really know him as well as I thought, how could I expect those little cues that I’m familiar with to have been true?’

‘Just how much was shown, but brushed off? Did I really fail to notice all of this for so long?’

After this, the anger is quickly drown out by the overwhelming guilt and shame.

It only takes a few more minutes for the tears to start to fall

Distantly, he wonders what else Virgil felt he had to hide from them just to avoid being ridiculed or hurt

The crying slowly morphs into a full-blown mental breakdown.

It lasts maybe 15, maybe 30 minutes. He’s not fully aware of how much time passes, but he knows that afterwards he is exhausted.

He takes a good 4 to 5 hour nap after he finishes, the mental and physical drain having finally taken its toll and making him basically pass out

When he wakes up, he still feels just as drained as before, but now he has a headache to accompany it

He feels super shitty, but knows that Virgil probably was also having a rough time with his anxiety and was probably worried that they would think of him differently, so he makes up his mind on what to do

After all, he couldn’t tell how much time had really passed (and was frankly too tired to bother checking), so he rules out trying to go to the Imagination

Normally, when he needed something to distract himself with, or he needed to let out some pent-up anger, he would go into the Imagination. He didn’t always go there, but when the thoughts were all-consuming and he needed a physical outlet, the Imagination was the best coping mechanism he could find

He knew it was much better than any other possibly more harmful alternatives (but he sometimes still succumbed to them. Not often, but sometimes he couldn’t help it.)

While his weren’t obvious in how they were harmful, if you saw how he looked afterwards you could tell it was hurting him. 

What did he do? 

He overworked himself. 

Painting until his fingers hurt too much to move, making music on different instruments until his mouth hurt and his fingers refused to move in time, creating drawings until his tools broke or his hand hurt too much to continue, dancing until he collapsed, the list goes on.

Basically, he worked himself until he either was in too much pain to continue or until he collapsed

In addition to all this, he didn’t want his creations to see him like this, or worse, be influenced by his state. That would only lead to disaster, and he knew that from experience.

What he decides to do isn’t much better than what he normally would’ve, but he’s going to make a large painting with Virgil’s full name displayed and a bunch of different designs around it

Storm clouds, purple and black striped hearts, gothic architecture, spider webs, etc.

He promises himself not to work himself to the point he normally would’ve, just to make sure no one else noticed. He wanted to give Virgil something to help him know that he’s loved and appreciated

If Virgil saw him absolutely wrecked because of it? He knew that Virgil would just blame himself for it

So he gets to work on the painting, which is huge.

Like, it’s probably ~8 by ~6 feet. Like I said, it’s huge

And he basically holes himself up there for multiple hours. He doesn’t bother checking the time, he just wants this done and to be the best it can be

Which, honestly, isn’t good. He almost works himself down like he normally would, but then he stops to think about what to do as a “break”

He doesn’t want to stop being productive because he hates the feeling of not doing anything, or having anything to focus on, and he knows that if he is left alone with his thoughts he will probably spiral again

So he goes to Logan to ask if there’s anyone famous in history with the name Virgilius, hopefully someone with written works so he can put different quotes there

He’s rewarded with Logan’s research (but he’s too caught up in his own work to notice how frazzled Logan looks) and goes to add on little quotes from the poets Publius Vergilius Maro and Virgil Carianopol, along with the writer Virgil the Grammarian

It takes him another couple of hours to figure out which quotes he wants to find, because he wanted some that he felt Virgil would like, which was fairly hard at times. 

It helped give his hands a little bit of a break, but honestly? Not much. Instead of drawing and painting, they were typing. He considers it a break, though, so that’s what matters to him.

He finished the painting, at last, and finally looks at the time

Turns out he spent almost a full 24 hours just on the painting and research. He knows that it’s probably not good that he completed such a large project in such a short amount of time, but he’s just glad it’s done

[What about Logan? How is he coping with all of this?]

Logan is the definition of unhealthy coping mechanisms

He writes down Virgil’s full name and starts to research anything and everything relating to the name

Astronomy, philosophy, psychology, everything.

he writes down every single person and makes sure to take time after he writes down all their names to actually look into them as people, and not just their works.

This is how he copes a lot of the time, actually

He tries to drown out the thoughts in his head threatening to make him finally break distract himself by finding out different or unusual facts about anything he can

This leads to him often researching and theorizing about the most obscure things. For example, once he was going down the rabbit hole fo snake research and started wondering just how much of the stuff he had found out applied to Janus. Could he unhinge his whole jaw, or at leas the snake part? Could his snake mouth even open? Did he have fangs? Venom?

(it wasn’t because Janus just revealed his name after he was forcefully silenced in an episode, and he couldn’t face the fact that it had actually happened just yet, it wasn’t.)

So, that’s how he was coping. The problem with his method is that he tended to get... too into what he was researching

This means that he often neglected anything else that wasn’t his work. If he wasn’t researching, he was planning and graphing, and if he wasn’t doing any of that? You could probably find him doing his own experiments in his room

(Some of which could get dangerous and explode, but that was the point, wasn’t it?)

The other sides call this his “Scientist Mode”, because they’ve caught him in the middle or at the end of the time he did this enough times that they just thought it was part of him being ‘logic’

They failed to look anywhere past that, but if they looked just a little closer, they would’ve seen what it had done to him.

To be fair, he was really good at covering it up. After all, when you’re an actor you have to use logic to figure out the best way to either hide something, or to highlight it

Many people, and even the other sides themselves, seemed to forget how much logic you have to use when acting and preforming

Sure, you do have to use creativity and you are essentially lying to the audience, but you also have to know how humans work to get the correct points across.

So anyways, Logan is also a really good actor, but instead of pretending to be happy like Patton or self-assured like Roman, he focuses on hiding all his emotions from the others

Which also means hiding anything he knows may cause them to be concerned for him

Hiding dark circles, straightening and ironing his clothes when he actually slept in them, standing straight instead of slouched down, etc.

He knows exactly how to hide all the details that the others would look for when trying to make sure he’s okay, and that’s what can get so dangerous

Because no one sees the exhaustion pulling at his bones, the way his mind is hazy and barely there, or the way that he takes maybe a second to long to respond

But if they looked close enough, they could see the glazed and distant look in his eyes. The way his movements were a little too stiff or a little too slow. Some of the smallest, but still noticeable details

Only two sides have confronted him about it, the third watching with silent concern. But he convinced them not to say anything. So they offer him a place to rest and recover, but they all three know that if they say something to the other sides, no one will listen

Maybe that’s what makes them reach out to him. Maybe it was something else

But those three sides are not there to see what he’s doing. They’re not there to see the mess he’s slowly becoming and the way he is throwing himself into his work this time

Which also means that there’s no one there to stop him and make him take a break

So, internally grateful that they’re not here to pull him away from his work, he dives headfirst into the research

Hours pass, and he hasn’t slowed down in the slightest. His hand starts to cramp, but he ignores it. They’re not real, so it shouldn’t hurt him in the long run.

He knows it’s not healthy, but he can’t bring himself to stop

He doesn’t get anything to eat or drink, opting to stay in his room. ‘It’s to maximize productivity’ he tells himself

Sometimes he wonders if this is the reason why Thomas has such a hard time getting and staying on a schedule

He does this more than he’d ever willingly admit, and he knows that it’s not good. So he limits himself to 5 hours at the max on days or nights when they have something important coming up.

After countless hours of research, when his hands are screaming in pain and barely able to move anymore, Roman comes to his door asking for his help

“I need anything you have on famous writers or poets with the name Virgilius. Don’t ask why yet, just please give me anything you’ve got.”

“How do you know I’ve got anything?”

“Logan, you’re surrounded by papers. Plus, this is an important reveal, I wouldn’t be surprised if you heard his name and geeked out because it matched the name of someone you know existed.”

“Okay, and?”

“And, while I probably would do that too, I need the name and information you can give me. It’s for a project.”

“... Fine”

Logan makes copies of his notes and hands Roman the papers he thinks would be helpful for whatever it is he’s doing, but makes sure to try and cover up the exhaustion and pain in his body and voice.

Luckily for him, Roman grabbed the papers and ran back to his room immediately afterwards, not even sparing him a second glace

He secretly wishes that he had. Wishes he noticed the pain he was in and forced him to take a break, while helping keep him distracted still. 

But he knows that won’t happen, so he turns back to his computer and gets back to work

No one sees him leave his room for the next 36 hours

Only three people grow concerned, but they know they can’t talk to him about it because they worry it would make his situation worse. They know he was using it to get his mind off what recently happened, so they knew that seeing any of them would only remind him of what he was trying to ignore

All of them, even Logan himself, know that he’ll have to face it eventually. But something about having a lot of knowledge and facts about a situation is comforting to him. So, he continues to work until he passes out, at which point he knew he couldn’t put off facing what had happened

[What about the last side, ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛?]

He doesn’t care much for what’s happening, honestly

Janus, Remus, and Virgil always ignore him and try to keep him away from everyone as much as possible

He doesn’t really know exactly what’s going on, but he has a vague idea due to over hearing Remus talking once

He also had heard Janus shush him as soon as he started speaking, not wanting ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ to know what was happening

The other ‘light sides’ know who he is, but make sure to avoid him at all costs... well, they knew him at one point

He hasn’t seen some of them in so long, he wouldn’t be surprised if one or more of them forgot he existed

Correction: he wouldn’t be surprised if they forgot who he is. He knows that they remember what he is

All in all, ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛’s not really involved much in this. He doesn’t really care about it either way

[Why was Virgil's name such a big deal?]

As we've seen, names are usually something that aren't given away immediately

For Virgil, when he was giving them his name, it was a sign of trust

Now, everyone's reactions may seen to have been... Over the top, right? A little dramatic, maybe, or too much?

The reason all of this happened though, wasn't just because of his name

It was because this was just one small part, the tipping point, of a longer series of events

By the time that Virgil and Janus finally got into an argument, tensions had already been running high between them

Not only had the events of Selfishness v Selflessness been a trainwreck on their own

Add in the fact that tensions continued to rise between the sides afterward? It’s a recipe for disaster to occur eventually

The Roman, Logan, and Patton had been forced to watch as things slowly started to spiral out of control

For Patton, this means he kept having doubts and insecurities that slowly piled up

He always feels like he needs to be the "more responsible side" because he knows Thomas listens to him the most, and that was something that affected him a lot during the courtroom scenes

He tries to be the best he can, even if that means trying to repress the negative feelings and thoughts he has, but he still doesn’t feel like it’s enough

And while they did have the talk earlier in the series about Patton's repression, that doesn't mean he immediately stopped

After repressing things for so long, you get into the habit of hiding it. You make it your default, and that's an incredibly hard habit to break

The problem is, no one else has realized that, while Patton said he would try, he is still repressing things. Which leads to his doubts, insecurities, and stress multiplying exponentially

For Roman, he had insecurities about his creations and placement among the other sides

Knowing that Virgil hid something considered so important from all of them?

Not only does it hurt, it feels like a stab in the chest of 'you're the reason he doesn't trust everyone'

No one else has noticed his self-destructive tendencies because he always makes sure to hide everything behind the egotistical persona he uses

Both Patton and Roman struggle with feeling like they're not good enough

They feel like they have to be perfect in everything they do, hence Patton's repression and Roman trying to always "be the hero", even when it hurts them more in the end

For Logan, he already has struggled with his emotions for a while. Having this event just makes some of his coping a little more obvious in its detriment

He is another example of the sides not realizing another one of them is hurting, mainly because they've been doing it for so long that they thought that was normal for them

Hell, Logan knows it's bad for his health, but because he's always preaching about good routines, everyone assumes he knows what he's doing

(Note: he doesn't. He hides his emotions so much from the others that when he gets like this, it's everything coming out all at once. There's just too much that he repressed that when it finally breaks through he can't do anything to stop it)

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #ts virgil #ts janus #ts remus #spider virgil #in case no one realized ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ is the orange side #I might go over and expand on Logan's experience with acting in another post because most people seem to forget how much logic plays a role #in acting. Which is honestly kinda shocking? But maybe it's because I'm an actor myself that I notice these things? idk #patton sanders #tw mental breakdown #tw unhealthy coping mechanisms #tw intrusive thoughts #tw self-depricating thoughts/self-blame #TW panic attacks #logan angst #patton angst #roman angst #virgil angst #janus angst #remus angst #logan sanders #roman sanders

[peachdaydream]

Lovesick Students

Group: DAY6

Focus: No one in particular

Genre: Comedy, fluff, Highschool!AU

Word Count: 5139

Requested by Anonymous: OKAY BUT HEADCANON IDEA ABT DAY6 IN SCHOOL So Dowoon is being followed around by his fanclub but he's actually super in love with Jae, who's actually in love with that girl™ but that girl™ loves Brian but Brian loves Wonpil and Wonpil is madly in love with Sungjin and it's one big shit show omg this would be such a funny comedy

Note: Based on the “What Can I Do?” MV! I had a ton of fun writing this one up!! Special shouts to @yeojinsun for making sure this didn’t get confusing, aha ^^;;

“Morning, guys!” you greeted warmly, a smile on your face as you got a jumbled chorus of ‘good morning!’ from your students. “No new announcements this week. But it’s that time of year again, it’s time for your guidance talks! You should all know the drill by now, I need to see all of you once at some point in these next few weeks. I’ll be right here at both break and lunch, so just drop by alone,” you emphasised the word, giving a pointed look to the group of girls who you knew had a tendency to glue themselves to a certain silent student.

After you took the register you allowed them to do their own thing whilst you waited for the late students and did some of your own lesson planning and book marking, helping your students who were confused by their homework whenever they asked. Other than the occasional commotion that was caused by Young K telling Dowoon’s unwanted entourage to shut up, your homeroom class was usually pretty easy going - not too chaotic but not silently obedient either, it was a happy medium.

“Remember to come see me for your talks, it’s no fun for me or you if I have to chase after you,” you reminded your bunch after the bell rung, standing from your seat to ready yourself for your next class as the students filed out.

i. the heartthrob

Yoon Dowoon was always one of the first who turned up for the guidance talks, he also tended to take up all lunch to talk to you — you didn’t mind, of course. You figured it was the only time he was able to talk to someone who didn’t see him for just his looks and actually wanted to talk to him as a person. You could tell that he liked talking to you about his aspirations and dreams for the future because he knew that you would never belittle him or tell him to give up because it was too out of reach, instead you would give him your support and tell him of the ways in which he could go out and chase his dreams, you gave him hope for the future instead of bringing him down.

Honestly, it was a shame that he was always being bothered as he was the sweetest and kindest boy you had the pleasure of teaching, but instead of having friends that could see that side of him, he was surrounded by girls who only liked him for what they saw on the surface and had no real interest in getting to know him on a deeper level. 

On some level, you admired the strength he had to endure each day of school knowing what awaited him as soon as he walked through the gates. However, you also felt slight sorrow for him as it meant that each day he wasn’t able to talk to anyone or make any friends and you knew better than anyone in the school that Yoon Dowoon was a sensitive boy and craved friendship just as much as the next person, you knew he often felt lonely and you only hoped that you could lessen that feeling with the talks you often had.

Needless to say, you noticed his brightened demeanour when he came to your classroom during lunch for his guidance talk with a little extra spring in his step and you couldn’t help but smile — you had always found his happiness infectious. With Dowoon you knew that he found it easy to talk with you about anything and everything; from his progress in his classes to how he saw a cute dog that morning and was almost late to school because he stopped to pet it.

“Alright, what’s got you in a good mood?” you chuckled as he pulled up a chair to sit on the other side of your desk. “Other than the fact you get to eat in peace.”

“I think I’ve finally made a friend who doesn’t care about my looks and isn’t easily chased away,” the drummer responded with a cute little grin, the sound of pure elation and happiness in his tone from the aspect of making a friend made your heart swell with joy for him.

“Good! It’s about time someone saw past that pretty face of yours and actually saw you for who you are,” you spoke, looking at the boy in front of you fondly with a warm smile on your face.

Without needing prompting, Dowoon proceeded to freely tell you about how he made his friend and how much he knew and liked about his friend, a bright smile on his face that matched the tone of his voice as he talked about his new friendship. You listened intently, giving him responses and letting him to talk for as long as he wanted to.

“Wait, Dowoon,” you spoke up, quirking an eyebrow at the student across from you. “Are you sure this person’s just a friend?” He stared at you in question, not really understanding your inquiry, causing you to chuckle softly at his innocence before speaking again, “It sounds like you’re very fond of them, maybe you have a crush?”

At that you could see his ears begin to go red as he tried to stutter out an answer, his cool image cracking, “Uh, I don’t know, well, I guess...maybe?” he paused for a moment in thought and you waited patiently for him to collect his thoughts. “...Now that you mention it...I think...I might have a crush?”

“It’s okay if you’re not sure,” you chuckled, seeing a tinge of pink dust across his cheeks. “Just carry on being friends and if you need someone to talk to about anything, you know where I am. But, for right now, get your butt outta here or else you’ll be late for class.”

“Oh! Right!” he blinked, looking over to the clock and picking his bag up, putting the chair back behind it’s desk as he stood up. “Thanks for listening to me, Miss (L/N).”

“Anytime, Dowoon,” you hummed, getting up to open the door for him with a warm smile. “Who’s your friend, anyways? You never told me a name.”

He rushed to the door but he paused long enough to give you a mumbled answer before he quickly scurried away to his next class. 

“...He plays the guitar.”

ii. the best friend

You gave up on trying to figure out Dowoon’s crush after that day, your mind had gone completely blank when you tried to think of any student who mentioned playing the guitar and you didn’t want to be too nosy — it would be invasive and borderline inappropriate for you to do so as his teacher. So you allowed it to slip from your mind, focusing your energy on your other students who came to see you for their talks.

Speaking of which, you had thought no one would come see you today so you were happily having your lunch and drinking your coffee. Your mind wandered serenely as you looked out of the window, somewhat wistfully wishing that you were outside and enjoying the sun and fresh-

“Yo, Miss (L/N)!” a loud voice greeted abruptly, causing you to jump and almost spit out your coffee as you spun around in your chair, wide eyed and hand laying over your racing heart.

Park Jaehyung, the bane of your teaching career. You mean it playfully, of course — you actually enjoyed the light and playful atmosphere he seemed to carry everywhere he went, but with that playfulness came a dash of mischief that Jae never had a shortage of. His brand of mischief was harmless so, much like Dowoon, he wasn’t disliked by anybody in any of his classes — he was very much one who brought life to places no matter where he was. He was a source of happiness and support, you found that he was a student that those younger than him thought of as an older sibling and you had seen him on multiple occasions doting and supporting those younger than him, showing a softer side to him that was under his harmless teasing.

Of course, with so many leaning on his support and happiness, it was only natural that he needed someone to vent to and have a moment of rest, to recharge his energy and allow himself to lean onto someone else for support. 

For the majority of the time his support came from his close friend Jiwoo, but for the times he needed advice and support on things concerning his future and whatnot, he usually spoke to you because he trusted you to tell him nothing but the raw truth and give him the information he needed to make his own decisions.

“Oh my goodness, Jae! You almost gave me a heart attack!” you scolded playfully, setting your coffee down while Jae just grinned at at your shocked form, pulling up a chair in front of your desk and sitting on it backwards, making himself comfortable.

“I need your advice.”

“That’s kind of what I’m here for,” you hummed with a chuckle as you set your coffee down and looked at him. “Alright, shoot.”

“Okay so, let’s say, hypothetically that I have a crush on someone,” he began, waiting for you to nod before he carried on, “that I have known since I was a kid, how would I go about seeing if my hypothetical feelings are returned?”

“...Hypothetically?”

“Hypothetically.”

"...Right." You paused for a moment to think and Jae watched you intently — you could tell as he had a habit of blinking a lot when he was really looking at something. "Well, my hypothetical advice would be to test the waters a bit to see how she'd react — nothing too obvious but also not so subtle that she just thinks that you're being nice. If she notices and blushes but doesn't try to stop you, that probably means that she feels the same but if she keeps on brushing you off then it'll be safe to assume she doesn't feel the same."

"So, in this hypothetical situation, which is totally made up since it is hypoth-"

"Jae, stop saying 'hypothetical', you've said it so much that it doesn't even sound like a word anymore."

"Sure, so you wouldn't suggest outright telling her?"

"No, but don't try to hide it either. She'll probably know that you're trying to hide something or catch onto you if you start acting strange since you've known each other for so long."

"So...just be chill about it?"

"Yes, be a little more doting and caring toward her and try not to tease Jiw— I mean, her as much as you do," you suggested, quickly catching your slip up of almost saying his best friend's name in order to keep the facade that Jae had put up.

You took another sip of your coffee as the student across from you delved into his own thoughts, probably deliberating on what to do with his crush. 

If you looked close enough, you could see the cogs turning in his head as his thoughts ran through his head.

...

He's pouring way too much thought into this 'hypothetical' situation.

"Jae?" you spoke up after a while, setting your coffee down once more as he hummed to indicate that he was paying attention. "This situation isn't really hypothetical, right? You're talking about your crush on Jiwoo—"

"No! Of course not! It was purely hypothetical!" he denied quickly, his eyes widening as he looked at you before he panicked further upon being figured out and blurted, "Gotta go! I'll be late to class!"

You looked at the flustered boy in front of you with amusement as he got his things together. You glanced over to the clock hanging on the wall and chuckled, "Jae, you've got plenty of time before class st—"

"Thanks for the advice! Bye!"

And with that he was gone, leaving you amused at your desk, only a little guilty that you flustered him so much and wishing him luck on whatever he planned to do next.

iii. that girl™

It wasn’t long until the subject of Jae’s affection came for her ‘guidance’ talk — which was steadily turning into a talk with the apparent love adviser (Y/N) as the days passed and students came in with their love problems.

Honestly, you didn’t get paid enough to do this.

If it wasn’t for your fondness of your students you would’ve shut down the love talks long ago, so when Kim Jiwoo shyly entered your classroom asking for some advice, you only gave her a smile, paused in your book marking and gestured for her to sit down.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked, watching as she fidgeted in her seat which was odd for her since her behaviour was usually similar to Jae’s loud and playful attitude.

“Um...is it weird if I have a crush on someone I’ve never really spoken to before?” she asked, a red tinge on her cheeks as she voiced her question, tucking her hair behind her ear as she looked up to you.

You blinked at her question, sure you expected her answer to have something to do with having a crush, but a crush on someone she’d never spoken to before was a new one. Then again, a lot of people had crushes on people they’ve never spoken to — you could barely judge since you had way too many crushes on idols and celebrities when you were younger.

With that in mind you reassured her as you said with a shrug, “No, not at all. A lot of people have crushes like that so it’s not weird. But if you can talk to them, then go for it because what’s the worst that could happen? You might even become friends and have a chance to act on your feelings.”

“But what if he’s not what I expected? Or if he’s hard to approach?” Jiwoo asked, going on to list all the bad things that could happen — some of them extremely outlandish — and completely overthinking the idea of talking to her crush.

“Jiwoo—” you attempted to interrupt, amused at some of the situations her mind came up with, “Jiwoo. Jiwoo, calm down! You’re thinking way too much into this, nothing bad’ll happen from saying hello. If you find out he’s a bad person or something then you’ll be glad that you found out sooner than developing a bigger crush on him later without knowing what kind of person he is. Just say hi and see where it goes from there.”

Jiwoo quietened down, going into her own thoughts and you went back to your marking whilst she did so, humming quietly to yourself.

A minute into your marking a thought barrelled into your thoughts and slapped you across the face, you movements stilling and your humming stopped completely as the thought of a certain pink haired student popped into your head.

Oh...hm...well...shit.

Those exact words passed through your head once you realised the conundrum that you found yourself in. As casually as you could, you closed the book you were marking and said, “I mean, if it doesn’t work out...you’ll always have Jae, right?”

“Jae? Sure, I guess, but I can’t really talk to him about this one, I don’t think he’d particularly like who I have a crush on...” she trailed off, biting her lip as she thought about her best friend.

“Oh?” That piqued your interest and it showed in your voice as you inquired, “Why? Who is it?”

The girl before you immediately went red and looked down to look at her fidgeting hands on her lap, mumbling her answer so quietly that you strained your ears to hear her and had to ask her to repeat what she had said. You feared that she might actually faint with how impossibly red she got when she repeated her answer, this time clear enough that you could understand her but still had to strain your ears.

“...Young K?” surprise was clear in your tone as you spoke, sitting up straight as you looked at Jiwoo. “Young K as in Younghyun, who practically owns the corner window seat in homeroom?” She only nodded in response and you hummed, “Well, if it’s Younghyun or not, just go say hi.”

“It’s that easy?”

“Mhm!” you nodded before glancing over to the clock that hung on the wall, “Have you eaten yet, Jiwoo? It’s already halfway through lunch so you should get something to eat if you haven’t yet.”

“Oh! I have eaten but I need to go meet up with Jae by the music practice rooms,” she quickly picked her bag up and put the chair back where it was behind one of the desks. “Thanks for talking to me, Miss (Y/N), it helped a lot!”

“Do you play something?” you asked curiously before she left your classroom, twirling your pen around in your hand, you mind going back to your talk with Dowoon before dismissing the possibility of Jiwoo being the drummer’s crush; you were certain Dowoon’s crush was a he.

“No, but Jae plays the guitar. See you tomorrow!” were her parting words before she shut the door behind her.

“...Jae...plays the guitar?” you said to yourself, your voice strained as you stopped twirling your pen. “That means...Dowoon...has a crush...on Jae...who has a crush on Jiwoo...who has a crush on Young K...”

The more you thought about the ridiculous situation that’s been set in motion, the more you thought that you really needed a raise from this k-drama-esque love circle, your grip tightening on your pen as moments passed.

“And I...I just gave them all advice about their crushes...”

The pen you were holding snapped in your hand at your realisation.

iv. the bad boy

The morning after Jiwoo’s confession and your mind melting epiphany consisted of witnessing Dowoon glance over to Jae who was trying to flirt with Jiwoo who was talking to him and trying to keep her staring at Young K to a minimum whilst Young K was oblivious to the whole thing and had his headphones in, seemingly unsuspecting and untroubled.

To say you experienced a enormous internal crisis was putting it lightly when Kang Younghyun came to you for his guidance talk to tell you he had a crush on a certain sunshine boy.

Younghyun, who was the resident and mildly infamous bad boy of the school, better known as Young K, and Wonpil, the brightest and happy-go-lucky student you had ever met, who practically brought sunshine and sparkles everywhere he met.

It was an odd combination if one looked at it from the surface, you had to admit.

But you knew Young K and you knew that underneath that untouchable demeanour and somewhat intimidating aura, he was a boy with a heart as pure as gold. Sure, he was a little rough around the edges but you knew that under all of his reckless behaviour was a boy who played the bass as a hobby, got straight A’s in all of his classes and volunteered at pet shelters almost every weekend when he could.

Through the talk you found that you were no longer the only one who knew of the softer side of him, there was another who he let chip down his guarded walls and allowed to get to know him and see him as himself instead of a troublemaker who’s constantly followed around with a ton of unsavoury rumours.

You were conflicted when he asked you for advice on what to do because on one hand, it was rare for the purple haired student to feel anything about anyone and you wanted to help him develop relationships of his own so he didn’t have to be so alone all the time, but, on the other hand, you had to take Jiwoo’s feelings toward the boy she had never spoken and confession to you the literal day before to into account.

Of course, that automatically meant you also had to think about how your advice to Young K could not only affect Jiwoo’s feeling but Jae and Dowoon’s as well.

You really weren’t paid enough to give this kind of advice, nor did you have the qualifications to be a love doctor.

Maybe you should just start telling them you don’t know what they should do and let them decide what to do with their feelings.

You allowed yourself to entertain the thought for a brief second before you looked back to Young K, who looked totally lost and unsure as to what to do with his feelings which made sense; he never really talked to his other classmates and had friendships let alone crushes, so it was understandable that he was overwhelmed because who wouldn’t be in his situation? And of course he came to you for advice because you were pretty much the only person he felt comfortable to open up to and talk to about his feelings because he knew you saw him for who he really was and-

Goddamnit.

There was no way you could give the answer of ‘I don’t know’. 

You wouldn’t be able to sleep at night for weeks knowing that you had left Young K alone and with no one else to turn to that could give him serious advice.

“Well...” you noticed your voice kind of sounded strained so you quickly cleared your throat and forced your voice back to normal before you carried on, “Why don’t you ask him if he wants to tag along with you the next time you volunteer at the pet shelter?”

“Do...you think he’d like it?” he asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.

“I think so,” you hummed, finding his sudden shift of demeanour endearing as you reassured him, “He always tells me about how much he loves animals and how much he wants to adopt a pet. Maybe you could help him pick out a dog or something?”

“I could do that,” he nodded, looking happy with the idea since he would be comfortable, in his element and more importantly — surrounded by dogs. “Ah, I better get going before the hallways get too crowded for me to get through...”

“Let me know how it goes, okay? I’ll be happy to help,” you hummed happily as he got up and put the chair back behind a desk before grabbing his bag and walking over to the door.

“Oh, and by the way...” he paused in the doorway and looked back at you, “Thank you, Miss (L/N).”

Almost immediately a soft smile appeared on your lips as you looked at the plum haired student, “Anytime, Young K.”

Was it wrong that you were kind of rooting for this to work out for him?

Ah, oh well. 

You couldn’t deny that you had a soft spot for the boy with a heart of gold.

v. the ball of sunshine

You could have sworn to every holy deity that the past week had taken about ten years off your lifespan and probably caused some premature hair greying.

Why were all of your students falling for each other all at once? And why were they all coming to you about it? You don’t know but you’d sure as Hell like some answers.

As much as you adored your students, you couldn’t help but feel like they saw you more like an older sibling rather than their homeroom teacher and sometimes treated you as such when they sought you out for advice. 

You weren’t quite sure if it was a blessing or a curse.

Sure, you loved to help them out but you could only hold so many of their secrets and at that moment, you felt like you were going to explode with how much they trusted you with whilst you had no one to talk to about it and allow you to feel some relief.

Apparently you were good at hiding the fact since your students still came to you for advice and gave you more of their secrets to keep. 

You could almost feel strands of your hair turn grey when Kim Wonpil bounced into your classroom and told you about his crush on his long-term friend, Sungjin — which you found was extremely similar to Jae’s circumstance, except this time, you had to be extremely careful with your words so you didn’t accidentally set off an explosion within the intricate love...hexagon?

At least, you think it’s a hexagon.

The only thing that differed his situation from Jae’s(and made it more heart wrenching, in your opinion) was that Wonpil knew full well that Sungjin did not feel the same way — at least not right now he didn’t.

For the first time in a while you saw his usually bright demeanour dim as he spoke about having had his hopes up for such a long time before he realised that he had no chance with his best friend and he knew it but he couldn’t just turn off his feelings for Sungjin, no matter how much he wanted to.

“It’s okay, Wonpil...” you soothed, your voice soft as you spoke, “Sometimes it’s just not meant to be but that’s okay — you’re still young, you have plenty of time to heal and to fall in love, don’t be so down...”

“Yeah...it just...sucks, you know?”

“I know, I’ve had my fair share of unrequited crushes but I promise to you that you’ll heal and in time, you’ll find someone.”

The only thing that alleviated your mood from the conversation was the fact that Wonpil mentioned that Young K had actually asked him to help out at the shelter together.

The bassist was quick, you’d give him that.

“Really? That’s good, you’re always mentioning how you want to adopt a pet,” you hummed, offering him a smile. “You should go, it’ll be good for you to clear your head a bit, you know? Just take it easy for a while and who knows? Maybe he could help you find an animal to adopt.”

At the mention of the possibility of getting a pet, he instantaneously brightened up and grinned over to you before he spoke, “I think I’ll take him up on it! It’ll be fun being surrounded by animals all day and I...actually like spending time with him.”

“I think he’s quite fond of you, Younghyun doesn’t invite many people to help him out at the shelter because everyone’s too afraid to try and befriend him...he’s a nice kid, people just don’t give him a chance,” you smiled a little sadly as you thought about how lonely Young K was.

Wonpil blushed at your words but didn’t seem put off in the slightest because he seemed to smile shyly as he said, “Well, I’m glad I gave him a chance.”

Before either of you said another word, the bell rang and signalled that lunch was over and students should make their way to their classes.

“Here, I’ll write you a note that excuses you if you end up late,” you hummed, whipping out a piece of paper and a pen to write up a note. “Have fun this weekend, tell me if you end up adopting something!”

“Thank you, and I will!” he grinned, taking the note you handed over with two hands before he rushed out into the quickly filling hallway in order to get to his next class.

vi. the unrequited crush nope. nopenopenope. nOPE. 

vi. the love doctor goes on an indefinite hiatus

You were steadily getting to your wit’s end.

Honestly, you weren’t sure how much advice you could give to your students suffering from crushes.

You treasured your lovesick students, you really, really did.

However, you were officially at your limit with how many secrets they had unknowingly piled onto you, you were basically up to your eyeballs in crush confessions and it was beginning to engulf you like quicksand.

Thank God it was Friday.

But, of course, the love hexagon couldn’t be complete without it’s sixth member.

You were a fool to think that said member wouldn’t stop by because half of lunch had already passed without head nor tail of him. You had actually thought that your role as love doctor had officially ended.

Oh, but you were wrong, so very, very wrong.

It was proved so when your atmosphere of peace was shattered when you heard a knock on your door and saw a head of dark hair peek inside.

Park Sungjin.

The door opened up and none other than Sungjin stood walked into the classroom, greeted you and said, “I, um, kind of need your advice.”

You were kind of getting tired of that line because you knew exactly what would come next.

“I think I know where this is going...” the words quietly slipped out of your mouth before you could control yourself.

“...What?”

Shit, did you say that out loud?

“Oh, nothing,” you dismissed casually, feeling something in your mind snap and before you knew it words began to roll off your tongue, “Actually, I don’t think I can do a guidance talk today, Sungjin...there’s a...teacher’s meeting that I really can’t miss.” It seemed as if you were on autopilot as you moved to gather your things. “Is it okay if we do this on another day?”

“Oh, yeah, of course! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t of come so late during lunch,” he spoke, moving to help you get your things.

“No, no, it’s not your fault, you couldn’t have known!” Because there’s no actual meeting, you don’t even know what you’re doing right now. “Thank you for understanding, Sungjin!”

The fact you were getting away with this astounded you, you had to admit but you were too busy in revelling in the fact you could rest your mind for a whole weekend instead of giving yourself a migraine from giving relationship advice.

You almost cried in relief when you found sanctuary in the staff room, sitting yourself down in one of the comfy chairs whilst other teachers looked over to you curiously.

“Guidance talks, huh?” you heard the drama teacher question with a chuckle.

“Yup.” Your short response prompted a understanding ‘ahh’ among the teachers and a few amused chuckles. “I officially quit my position as love doctor to those kids. I love ‘em, but oh my God. Why can't they just send notes in class that are like 'Do you like me tick yes or no'? It'd be a lot easier, honestly.”

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BTS | Their GF Is Attacked By A Stalker *Personalized Reaction Contest Reaction*

S/o is attacked by a stalker (saesang or a guy who doesn’t know what ‘no’ means), how would BTS retaliate or get revenge?

Jin: He had noticed a change in your behavior over the course of several weeks; looking over your shoulder, being clingy in public even though you really weren’t big into skinship, and jumping at the smallest noise.

At first he thought you might have just been shook up by some of the recent twitter comments, but when your jumpiness lasted longer than when your relationship was outed he started to get suspicious that something else was going on.

You worked at BigHit as a secretary so whenever he could he would he would just check up on you and see how you were doing, since he hadn’t gotten any answers out of you about what was wrong.

Good thing he had...one day when he went to check on you he found you standing alone in one of the empty practice rooms, standing in front of the mirror looking at your arms which had bruises on them.

“Ros...what happened?” he questioned, startling you.

You looked down at the floor before beginning to tell him about the assistant manager that had been flirting with you the last few weeks, but hadn’t liked the word ‘no’.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He questioned.

“I thought I could handle it,” you replied sadly, “Then when I told him that I didn’t appreciate what he was doing especially since he knows I’m dating you, things got worse and he grabbed me.”

“You should have told me...”

Needless to say that none of this when over well with him. He didn’t confront the guy but he did make sure that management knew every detail that he could finally get out of you and made sure that not only was he fired, but whenever he tried to get a job anywhere else they would be well informed of his harassment towards women.

Suga/Yoongi: You had told Yoongi about the guy at work who had been continuously been trying to get you to go out on a date with him even though you had declined, put in a complaint to HR, and it was no secret to ANYONE that you and Yoongi were dating.

“Why don’t you take some time off? You have some vacation time, I know it’s not grand but you could help out at the fanmeets and hang out the concerts...maybe that will give him some time to calm down and let the message sink in and get you away for awhile. Plus the fans have been asking about you.”

The fans...they had been surprisingly welcoming when it was revealed that ’Suga’ was in a relationship. Yoongi was thankful and quite frankly so were you; the fans actually asked him how you were doing and brought ’thank you’ cards to Yoongi to give to you and when you would have a day off and help the guys at a fan meet they would wave to you. It was eerie how welcoming they were...but you were happy with it.

So you decided to take him up on that offer and you would take a day to get your desk all cleared up and  you would be taking that much needed two week vacation.

“So Ros...I was wondering...” the man started, walking over to your cubical.

“First don’t call me ’Ros’, only friends can call me that...second, no...no, for the last and final time...no,” you stated, being comepletely done with this wacko, “Anyway, I am going on vacation so I do not have anytime to go on a date with you since I will be with my boyfriend.”

You wouldn’t know it until later that that was probably the wrong thing to say. As you walked into your apartment that evening, takeout in hand, your arm was grabbed and you were being beat on as the man told you that no one else should be allowed to date you.

Thanks to your neighbor hearing the ruckus the beating was minor...but when Yoongi saw you at the studio the next day...he would make sure the mans life was a living hell.

“I thought you said Rosalind would be here,” a fan said, as fans waited in line to get pictures signed.

“She was...but something happened. I was actually hoping that you could help me with,” Yoongi pulled out a picture of the man so the the fans could see it, “This man hurt my Ros and the police are trying to find him...I know Ros would appreciate it that if you see him, you call the police, be safe and don’t do anything reckless...but she would apprieciate it and so would I.”

Pretend thats a photo of an evil evil man

J-Hope/Hoseok: (Y/C/M = Your College Major) “Are you sure you don’t want to grab some dinner with us?” Hoseok asked after you said you were just going to go back to the hotel room for the night.

The concert had ended late and once back at the hotel the guys were going to grab some dinner at the hotel’s restaurant before heading to their rooms for the night, and of course being Hoseok’s girlfriend and BTS’s beloved friend...you were always welcome to join them.

“Hobi, my flight was so long and I had so much fun at the concert...I think if I spend anymore energy today today I won’t have any for tomorrow’s date,” you replied, “I’m just gonna go crash and recharge my batteries.”

Smiling, he walked over and kissed your forehead. “Fair enough, get some rest.”

You separated and you started up to the hotel room; you would’ve loved to stay up and spend as much time as you possibly could with him, but you had had a long flight back from America. You had had a great opportunity to spend six month studying Y/C/M oversees to get more credits and experience towards your degree, but you did get a week and a half to go home and see family or whatever you wanted to do.

Your relationship with Hoseok had been outed just before you left; some fans took the news extremely well...someone hard working with their J-Hope. Others...not so much...

Upon entering the hotel room you shared with Hoseok you stopped noticing the lights were on and hearing voices.

“Can you believe this is the type of stuff she wears...”

“Y/C/M? Ha! Like someone becoming that will ever last with J-Hope...”

Upon your better judgement you stepped further into the hotel room and saw four girls going through not only Hoseok’s stuff, but yours. “Who do you think you are?!”

They looked at you, disgusted looks crossing their faces. “The better question is who do you think you are???” One of the girls said, “Thinking you’re good enough for Hobi!”

Hoseok said that one of the reasons that he loved you was the fact that you were strong willed, but this was a time that you should have just run from the room and found security. But instead you began to argue with the four girls which soon turned south and you were on the ground with them attacking you. Thankfully BTS security was making it’s rounds at the time and heard the struggle and your yells for help.

“Ros! Ros are you okay?!” Hoseok yelled as he ran over to you after being called and told what had happened.

“I’m fine, Hoseok...management wants me to go to the doc though...”

It was hard to get Hoseok angry, annoyed...yeah, easy enough to do that, but angry...this was one of those times. He looked at the girls who were sitting being detained by security looking proud even though they had been caught. “How dare you, how dare you break into my hotel room, how dare you put your hands on the woman that I love...you have no idea what hell is going to rain down on you once BigHit’s lawyers get involved. You won’t be so proud then...will you?”

Rap Monster/Namjoon: Books...that’s how you and Namjoon had fallen in love. You worked at his favorite bookstore and whenever he could manage instead of ordering his books online and having them delivered, he would go to the store so he could see what else they had.

He had been pretty good at disguising himself, only once and awhile did a customer recognize him and they were surprisingly calm about the situation when asking for an autograph. You however had noticed who he was right away.

“I just want to let you know I love your music,” you had whispered.

After that you didn’t mention anything about music unless Namjoon had questions about a book that pertained to music. He liked that about you, that you knew who he was but you didn’t make a big deal about it.

That had been over a year ago...

“Why does that guy keep looking at you like that?” he questioned, seeing that the new hire was keeping an oddly close eye on you.

“He has a crush on me,” you said, looking over your shoulder at the man. He looked away as soon as you made eye contact. “I’ve told him that I have a boyfriend, but he doesn’t really seem to get it...even after seeing you here with me.”

“Should I talk to him?” He questioned.

“I’ve got it under control, Joonie,” you said, giving him a quick kiss, “Thank you though.”

He gave a disgruntled “hmm” before giving you another quick kiss and saying goodbye. Once he was out the door, you felt a presence looming behind you.

“He doesn’t seem like your type at all,” the man said.

“Hmmm....Highly intelligent and talented...nope, not my type at all,” you said, rolling your eyes and pushing the book cart to the other side of the store.

Walking home that night you started to get very nervous. You thought at first that maybe it was just because it was so quiet because you had left later then you normally would. But when you were grabbed and slammed up against a nearby wall that made you instantly know otherwise.

“Intelligent and talent? Do you think I can’t be both of those?” The new hire from the shop questioned.

“I never said you couldn’t,” you choked out, trying to pry his had away from your neck, “I just pointed out that’s what my boyfriend was. Now, you’re...you’re hurting me.” You knew that he wasn’t going to let you go willingly and your mind traveled to the self defense class that Namjoon had asked if you wanted to participate in at BigHit.

“Not only can you learn self defense, but we can hangout with each other...fun right?”

You kick the man in the groin before twisting his arms to get him to let you go and ran to the nearest corner store for safety and to call Namjoon.

“When I get my hands on him...” he fumed pacing back and forward as EMTs debated on whether or not you needed to go to the hospital.

“You’re not physically doing anything...you’re an intelligent man, I’m sure you can come up with something non violent related,” you stated.

“I think I do have an idea.”

Twitter, meet Namjoon’s evil ideas, Namjoon’s evil ideas, meet Twitter

Jimin: (Y/F/N = Your Friend’s Name) “How much do I love Ros?” Jimin asked, making sure he heard the fan’s question right. A blush came to his cheeks as he smiled. “I love her more than words can describe.”

“Awwww,” the fans said.

Fans were pretty receptive when it came to finding out that Jimin was dating; happy that he was happy and happy that the rest of BTS approved of you as well.

There were however the fans that flat out did not approve of Jimin being in a relationship what so ever. The saesang ones that basically stated that it was either them that he dated, or no one.

“Are you sure you can’t come to the studio and hangout for at least a little while?” he questioned as you walked towards the bus stop after your rare lone lunch date.

“I have the dinner shift at the restaurant, if I want to make it there I have to leave now,” you said before kissing him, “But next week I have some time off and can hang out then if that’s okay?”

“Of course it is!” He said with a smile.

“I’ll see you later,” you said before parting with him.

Standing alone at the bus stop you began to space off thinking about remanding thing (life, work, Jimin, if you should reeeeeeeally call Y/F/N back or if it could wait...)

“Look, it’s her...that Rosalind girl!” You heard someone say.

Snapping out of your own thoughts you looked and saw two girls walking towards towards you, menacing looks on their face. You didn’t know them, but the fact that they knew your name gave you the only hint that you needed that these were a couple of those saesang fans.

“Looks like I’ll be departing early,” you said, trying to run off only to be grabbed.

“How dare you try and take Jimin away from us!” One yelled.

“Yeah! What makes you think you’re good enough for him!” The other yelled.

You took punches and kicks, trying not to give them any satisfaction to the fact that they were in fact actually hurting you....

“You have a couple broken ribs but that’s the only major thing that’s wrong, you’re,” the doctor was cut off as Jimin walked into the room.

“Broken ribs?!” He said.

“Probably from getting through into the metal of the bus stop,” you said.

“Where are these girls?!” He snapped, looking angrier than you had ever seen him before.

“Police station, I-Jimin...Jimin where are you going?!” You called as he left the room quickly.

“To make sure they stay there....”

V/Taehyung: “This has been your weekly VLog featuring at your request my dear...sweet...Rosalind,” he said, you waving as Tae signed off of his weekly log.

“That was actually kinda fun,” you said, “Answering questions and doing the boyfriend/girlfriend challenges.”

“Next time we should do the ‘Boyfriend Does Makeup’ challenge,” he said.

“You are never....touching my makeup,” you said, “Neeeeeveeeeeer.”

~~~~

“So...Ros, I saw you on Taehyung’s VLog yesterday,” your coworker said.

You sighed. Your supervisor was a pushy man and not just in the boss sort of way. He knew you were dating Tae and yet still he continued to try and get you to go on a date with him. “Did you enjoy the episode?” You asked.

“That outfit looked very beautiful on you,” he said.

“That’s very inappropriate to say at work,” you said, turning back to your computer.

“It’s just a compliment,” he said, walking to the other side of your cubicle and back into your view, “Nothing wrong with that.”

“It is when you’re my boss and we’re at work and I have a boyfriend,” you said, starting to get annoyed, “So I would appreciate you not doing it anymore.”

He stared at you for a moment before turning and walking away. You hoped that that was the end of it at least for now, but you were wrong.

“I’m sorry, Tae...I can’t I have overtime tonight, this project has to be done by the end of the week,” you said, talking on your cellphone as you stood in the copy room, “The concert? Of course I’ll be there, I just can’t do movie-ah!”

You dropped your cellphone as you were grabbed and thrown against the shelves of the copy room, paper falling down on top of you.

“ROS?! ROS?!” You could just barely make out the sound of Tae’s voice coming from your cell before your supervisor stepped on it, cutting off the call.

“Now that that kid’s annoying voice is gone, you and I can chat,” your supervisor said before grabbing you buy the arm.

The janitor who starts work around six is your hero. He is very gifted in the art of mixed martial mops, and saved you with a couple good wacks to the back of your supervisors head. Not to mention he had the key to the copy room so he locked him in there while you waited for authorities and a very worried Tae.

You found it odd when Tae was so quiet, watching your supervisor be hulled off. You had half expected him to yell at him and have to be held back. A few days later however, you found out why...

“Y/L/N Rosalind?” A man asked as he stepped into the BTS dorm kitchen.

“Yes?” You questioned.

“I’m a lawyer for BigHit and I am here to talk to you about the events from a couple of days ago....” he said.

“Oh...I guess I can don’t have to call that lawyer then...”

“Taehyung isn’t going to let you use a lawyer with no experience, you’re only getting the best and he wants to “completely destroy” the man who hurt you.”

“Oh boy....”

Jungkook: As much as he would worry about saesang fans after your relationship was revealed, since you hadn't really received any threats you had decided that it would be okay to continue going on about your normal business without having someone look out for you day or night.

“Ros, just cause no one has threatened you doesn’t mean nothing will happen...”

“I'll be fine Kookie...just because our relationship was outed doesn’t mean I’m going to stop going to work or the store by myself.”

Sitting in your hospital bed you wished you had listened to him. One your way to the store one day after work you had gotten that strange feeling that someone was following you. Next thing you knew someone was screaming at you about how you weren’t good enough for Jungkook and they were beating you up.

Your injuries weren't severe; scrapes, bumps, and bruises. But that didnt make Jungkook any less pissed about the situation. It hadn't taken long for the media to get word of what had happened after the “fan” had bragged about what happened. And against the managers wishes he made a statement.

“You believe you are a fan and that you know what’s best for me; but you are not a fan, you do not know what’s best for me, I will make sure you are banned from every concert for as long a BTS is together and I will make sure you pay for what you did to the woman I love.”

xxBTS-Masterlistxx

#kpop reactions #bts #bts reactions #jin #kim seokjin #suga #min yoongi #jhope #jung hoseok #rap monster #kim namjoon #park jimin #jimin #v #kim taehyung #jungkook #jung jungkook #personalized reaction contest

[theroadfromustome]

Mile 67

What she says: I'm fine.

What she means: I can't stop thinking about J and how he made me feel Sunday night and I'm in an almost constant state of arousal and once again having serious focus issues and damn that man is POTENT.

I can't help wondering if he's as distracted by me, but likely not. He's far too regimented and practical for that. But seriously, the attraction I feel to this man both in terms physical and intellectual is intense. I'm not falling in love with him, I just feel so fantastic when I'm with him. And hella aroused. I've never felt this way sexually before that I can remember. I was attracted to H of course, but it's different somehow...hard to explain. And now I know that he is attracted to me...which is quite wonderful.

Needless to say we made strides Sunday. For one thing, we were both able to drop our guard some more, be more ourselves. I felt I could be more silly with him, and he opened up a lot and really gave me very valuable insights. Of course the third act of our evening certainly did too. He talked about how much he needs to recharge, and the general fatigue and physical challenge he faces regularly. He talked about how he feels like his family doesn't really know him as well anymore (which means what I have heard from his sister must be taken with the appropraiate grains). I feel so lucky to be getting to know the real him, the one I'm still figuring out. He talked about his health challenges and how his AID makes it hard for him to think super long term. He made me laugh and giggle for several minutes straight, and he admitted (albeit with prompting) that he likes spending time with me. But he dressed with an effort this time it seemed. And he greeted me with a hug that was certainly *not* platonic and he said "it's good to see you." I get the sense that he is an actions louder than words type of guy. But that went particularly well for me later in the evening...

So we did a bit of walking and we had dinner and then there was a sofa and some wine. And I'm trying to make my body language obvious but he's not taking the bait so I'm thinking ok, I'm reading this wrong or whatever. So then he goes to leave and takes me in an embrace that I've decided to let him break. So the seconds are stretching and he doesn't let go, and I'm like "kiss me, please kiss me," but I don't want to be the idiot if he's not actually interested... So I shifted my mouth ever so slightly so it was angled toward his. And he asked if I was ok, and I said yes, you? And he said something like "I'm just fine" and then he kissed me. And internally I'm shouting "YES! Finally!" And man is he a GOOD kisser. J: This took an interesting turn. Me: I'm not complaining. ... Me: [Sorry] You need to get on the road. J: How could I leave this? (Or resist this?) There was more convo amid lots of kissing and such, but it was thrilling to feel how must he wanted me, how much he was enjoying me as I did him. It was so nice and honest. Just naked desire or whatever, but not simply lust. He kept checking in, kept waiting for me to give permission, etc. (Which apparently is why he took so long to kiss me, he was waiting for me, I for him, etc.) Me: You can touch me. I mean you don't have to... J: Oh I think I have to... Did I note that he is a great kisser? At some point clothes started to come undone, and there was discussion of things going as far as I wanted (good man), and then we went upstairs. Even though some part of me thinks this was foolish, to be so hasty when I can't be sure of so many things, I would have regretted it if he had just gone home. So then I had to locate and pilfer one of my sister's condoms, go through the song and dance of my dysfunctions, and the lowering expectations thing I apparently do when it comes to sex. I'm surprised at how calm and not anxious I was. And good lord, he is good. He likes some small talk during (which I think is consent as much as dirty talk), so I'm going to need to brush up on that, but he certainly knows what he's doing. I asked him how long it had been, and he said 5 years. But his words: "I was a bit of a Don Juan in college." Which of course intimidates me some. It does mean that I get the benefit of his xp, as before with H. And of course it means that I see the faint end of the road on the horizon. But for now I am going to enjoy the hell out of this. He has the most clever hands....and other things... At some point he said "it's good to know I'm not old and have lost the ability to..." and I was like oh hell no. And to be honest, I might explode if confronted with his younger Don Juan. Bc this version is certainly causing combustion. He said he didn't bring condoms bc "I never expect this sort of thing to happen anymore." He laid with me after for a but but then had to get on the road. He kept checking that I was ok, and he said out loud that he wanted to see me again.

Tonight I actually heard from him briefly, but then he just signed off randomly again. I pitched the idea of spending the night and then no response. But he does this. I know that now. And he takes a while to process things, he must carefully consider all options. So I'm not worried. I just want an answer now! Lol.

With luck, I see him in two weeks, if I don't implode from unspent lust before then. I cannot recall when I have ever been so consistently aroused. I just hope he continues to be as keen bc I'm fairly certain I could develop a habit. (As if I haven't already.)

So now what? I lie in bed and replay the evening again and fall asleep in a lusty daze. Bc that appears to be the norm atm.

#i have issues #but god hes so sexy #i cant control what he does to me #like a damned romance novel lol #the continuing adventures of J