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March 2024 Important Dates
AKA my notes on The Astrology Podcast's March Forecast.
February recap: The conjunction between Mercury, Venus, Mars, and Pluto in Aquarius conjunction has aligned with new tech developments. The Venus-Pluto conjunction heralded OpenAI's new text-to-video generator and the ensuing discussion on its potential political, labor, and artistic effects. Mercury was conjunct Mars and Venus trine Jupiter (with Virgo Moon completing a grand trine & involving the Saturn-Pisces opposition) the day Neuralink tried its first human subject. How will different parts of society react to further developments in cybernetics and body augmentation? Past occurrences of astrological alignments can help us make predictions. Advances in robotics during a major transit in the humanistic sign of Aquarius will challenge us to redefine what it means to be human. On February 10th, around the Mars-Pluto conjunction, a group of people set a self-driving delivery car on fire in San Francisco. These robo-taxis are likely going to increase when Jupiter enters Gemini, and indeed a few companies are poised to launch in other cities.
In other Pluto in Aquarius news, last episode Chris noted there's work in using X-rays to ancient scrolls from Herculaneum and Pompeii that can't be opened without incurring damage. On February 5th, the day of the Mercury-Pluto conjunction, the first images of one of these scrolls have been made available. This fits with Mercury-Pluto themes of lost or buried information coming to light. On the same day King Charles of England's cancer diagnosis was announced--an announcement of mortality. We also had the first privately-funded lunar vehicle landing. Pluto makes large thing imperceptibly small and makes microscopic things enormous.
In Saturn in Pisces news, in 2020 Chris predicted success for Miley Cyrus's Saturn return and indeed she won the Grammy. This also marks part 2 of the Dune movie--the book was written under Saturn in Pisces as well. Other influential sci-fi & fantasy stories were written under Saturn in Pisces like Lord of the Rings, and our hosts predict that a new classic will be born during this transit. In other Mars-Pluto news, we have ambiguous stories about nuclear weapons and Israel's announcement of storming Rafah. Unfortunately the upcoming eclipses (connected to 6 months ago) do not bode well for cessation of warfare. On February 15th, farmers in India have begun striking again, and doctors in South Korea walked out on the job to protest working conditions--Mars in Aquarius squaring Jupiter-Uranus in Taurus reactivates these ongoing labor disputes.
Our hosts recorded the forecast before the perfect Mercury-Saturn-Sun conjunction in Pisces hit on February 28th (the day I'm typing this!), which is one of the major influences over the first half of March. The other big influence is Mars-Venus in Aquarius. In the mutable, indeterminate sign of Pisces, Saturn doesn't bring us as much order as he did in the previous two signs of his domicile.
March 2nd/3rd - Venus square Uranus
Venus in Aquarius squares Uranus in Taurus--either a change is needed to bring us peace and pleasure, or something is disrupting our pleasure. Austin says either way, this placement prompts us for significant changes. Venus's is overcoming Uranus (earlier in the zodiac, has the upper hand), so we can make good use of this placement if we shake things up a little bit in relationships.
March 9th/10th - Mars square Uranus, Mercury enters Aries
Mercury has entered the sign where he'll retrograde, stretching what would normally be a transit of a few weeks into 2 months. Mercury in Mars's sign amplifies the wishes of the red planet, who's doing some pretty interesting stuff. In a firey Mars-ruled sign, Mercury wants something practical to do. This clarity and decisiveness will be welcome after all the indecision of Pisces. However, the North Node is in Aries, with the power to obscure things even when it's not blocking the Sun's light. There will be an eclipse here in April, so the pathfinding is tricky. We'll definitely be doubling back as Mercury prepares to retrograde. Sometimes you need to dive into things while you have the vision, yet before you have the rationale. Austin likens it to clearing your way through thick jungle terrain to determine whether a route is viable--it's only by going forward that you find out that you're on the wrong path, and thus, where the right one is. Mercury retrogrades teach us to learn from our mistakes--third time's the charm!
Mars follows Venus's path, and along with Mercury, weighs heavily on the upcoming lunation. Mars-Uranus connotes surprise attacks, sudden severing, unexpected explosions. Internally this can make us feel restless and impulsive. Keywords: recklessness and action without planning. Think of a cigarette being dropped near an oil drum. Technology disruptions are also likely.
March 10th - Pisces New Moon
Saturn and Neptune are close by to this lunation, and though Mars-Uranus is weighing in, Mars in particular is ultimately reporting to Saturn's broader plan. As Neptune and Saturn approach their conjunction, we'll seek escapism and the imaginal as a respite for our fatigue. We need to step out from being immersed in these waters. Mercury conjoined Neptune on the 8th before he left Pisces, leaving the imprint of confused or empathic communications in the air as the lunar cycle resets for the month.
March 11th/12th - Venus enters Pisces
From here she builds up to a conjunction with Saturn at 11° on the 21st. As the sign of her exaltation, she's better able to bring harmony and reconciliation in our relationships, though Saturn brings a cool distance to our relationships. She'll conjoin Neptune in this sign next month. We may also see some kind of artwork that resonates with people on a deep emotional level.
March 17th - Sun conjoins Neptune, Electional chart
At around 1PM local time, this chart has Cancer rising with a dignified Moon in Cancer, applying to a trine with Venus at 7Pisces and sextile with Jupiter in Taurus in the 11th house. This chart occurs before things go crazy later in the month and is the best time to start something new. It's especially good for friends, groups and alliances and doing new things outside of the box.
March 18th - Mercury enters shadow (not pictured)
Mercury hits 15Aries, the point he'll retrograde back to, at the same time as he conjoins the North Node. This is a precursor of things that will occur in April.
March 19th/20th - Sun enters Aries
This puts the Sun in the same time as the Node that will eclipse it.
March 21st - Venus conjoins Saturn
Saturn and Venus bring a sort of melancholy beauty to things. Though we may see them at odds for signifying discipline and love respectively, Saturn does exalt in Venus's sign of Libra. In the sign of Pisces empathy is especially relevant--think understanding each other's feelings because we've suffered the same things. Nostalgia is another important keyword.
March 22nd - Mars enters Pisces
This puts him on track to contact to Saturn (exact cojunction c. April 10th)--a dangerous combination. Along with the Sun in Aries and Mercury slowing, this represents the event horizon of major developments for the rest of the month and early April. This will be the first Mars-Saturn conjunction in Pisces; note the Aquarius conjunctions in 2020 and later years coincided with the COVID lockdown(s). Sea lane transit will likely slam on the brakes as well, and current maritime conflicts will see big developments. More figuratively we may ask "where are we going, and what dangers lie ahead?"
March 25th - Libra Lunar Eclipse
For about a week things have been building up to this eclipse. Its twin will be visible across much of the United States in early April, meanwhile a comet will start to be visible in the night sky. Mars in Pisces copresent Saturn weighs heavily on this eclipse. The pace of events starts moving quickly and chaotically around eclipse season, and things start to move rapidly up or down, especially for prominent people & companies. This eclipse represents a culmination or next chapter of events started in October--major beginnings and major endings (in the Libra house of your chart for individuals). The picture may begin to get clearer. It's not the last installment, but things are clearly underway. Unfortunately this does not bode well for ongoing global conflicts. We can't see clearly with the eclipse, meanwhile Mercury is slowing down about to station retrograde, while right on the North Node. Combined with dangerous Mars-Saturn, it's a bit of a crazy situation. Jupiter's approach to a conjunction with Uranus indicates some surprising, amazing wins, and some people will find unexpected good fortune once the smoke clears. However, not everyone will be able to count on winning the Jupiter lottery here. (Later in April, when Jupiter conjoins Uranus exactly we can expect some kind of freedom and liberation).
The two weeks between these eclipses will be very active, dramatic, and chaotic, with beginnings and endings galore. In the Indian astrology dasha timing technique, the US Sibly chart has been in a time period ruled by Rahu (north node) since the early 2010s, making any eclipses visible in that country especially important to it. This is a time to be flexible!
#astrology#transits#forecast#the astrology podcast#march 2022#mars square uranus#venus square uranus#mercury in aries#libra lunar eclipse#mars conjunct saturn#mars in pisces#saturn in pisces#pluto in aquarius
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Whumptober 2023 Day 15 - "I'm Fine." CN: BBU.
@neuro-whump, @rosesareviolentlyread, @mylifeisonthebookshelf, @pumpkin-spice-whump, @whumpsday, @firewheeesky, @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question, @highwaywhump, @noirineverysense
They were Boo, now. Blanched skin, round eyes in unremarkable brown. Dirty-blond hair that sat floppy around their head. A slightly wide nose, a slightly wide mouth, and ample cheeks. Eyes that were blue, or grey, depending on the light. All pets were supposed to be beautiful, and Boo could see in their face how they could be made beautiful too. But it had never been their purpose.
Combing their hair with their fingers, they turned their head into the sunlight. Their hair glowed dark gold with the rays on it, and the colour in their eyes lit up. But the moment they turned into the shade, it all vanished. Dull hair and lifeless eyes.
They sat down at their desk, leaving the mirror behind. There was a book, sitting open with a deep crack in its spine to hold it. The crack was already there when they got the book. Boo wouldn't leave a trace as obvious as that. It was a random fantasy story they had taken off the shelf. The open pages were where it had fallen as they'd encouraged it to lie flat.
They let their eyes lose focus. The lamplight was low but persistent, like the last quarter of a sun that would not set. The words swam before them until they were like tadpoles on the page. That didn't count as having read it, though. They weren't supposed to read for fun. Or do anything for recreation, really.
Right on cue, there was a knock at their door. The system the household had come to use was to knock and wait. If Boo opened the door, they were welcome. If they got up and locked it, they weren't. If Boo did nothing, more information was required.
The information came a moment later: "It's Tenten."
Boo eyes focused suddenly on the book. Taught to. They looked away quickly. It was unusual for Tenten to visit them. He was almost always in the kitchen. The only person with as few hobbies as Boo, and all of them household tasks. He had, occasionally, been seen reading, but that was all. It was Tenten that Boo had copied to fit in, borrowing the occasional book from the house library.
When the pause made clear that they were not moved to open the door, Tenten offered, "I made cocoa."
Boo looked at their book. They were on page fifty-eight. It was a short book for developing readers. Boo had always been able to read. It was something they had been allowed to keep in training, and then by Mistress Tara. It made them more useful.
They got up. They could accept cocoa from Tenten if it made him go away. They padded silently across the floor and opened the door. Tenten was there, an inch taller than them and ten times as lively, smiling nervously. Avis stood beside him, carrying the mug. Tenten's hands were behind his back, a clear giveaway that he was hiding either twitching or twisting fingers, too agitated to hold the mug steady.
It had, Boo noted, a whipped cream spiral, dusted with cocoa powder and stabbed through with a chocolate straw. They looked at Tenten. They considered stepping back and closing the door, rejecting this drink that was more like a dessert.
"You – arrived here three mon-nths ago," Tenten said, enunciating so carefully the stammer was almost suppressed. "T-To the day. So, um. A present."
They took a step back, horror rushing over their skin in goose bumps. Then they slammed the door. Avis exclaimed something wordless on the other side, but Boo didn't care, turning away and falling to lie across their bed, dragging the covers over them so they couldn't be seen if the door was opened again. They curled up, tight, tighter, as tightly as they could and stayed still, perfectly still.
Three months. Three months. That wasn't something to celebrate. Tenten was so naïve. Three months and they still hadn't completed their task. Three months of being been paralysed with indecision about what to do. Three months of living in denial with these rescued pets and their keeper, pretending they could be part of it, when they were the reason it would all fall apart in the end. Three months living a lie.
Florence had learned to read almost to the level of the book on Boo's desk. Florence had learned about boundaries, consent, platonic relationships, alongside numbers, time, money, food, shops. Florence knew how to make their own supper. They had glasses. They had opinions.
Paris had none of that. Paris was little more than a doll for their master. Florence never talked about being Paris, and the only reason anyone even knew what they used to be was that it was hard to hide Romantic training, even for someone as seemingly disinterested in it as Florence was. Florence talked about Sir, sometimes longingly, but never, ever expressed the desire to go back. Their Sir would be horrified to see them now. They wore dungarees. They ate white bread. They got injured.
Three months, plus the time it had taken to track them down, and that man had been waiting all the while to crush Florence back into the box they'd arrived in.
It was Boo's job to make it happen.
It was what they were made for. What they had trained for, when Mistress Tara bought them. She had turned them into nothing but the hunter. The scars on their back proved their worth. They would have a dozen more if they failed.
Stay silent. Her voice still screamed in their head, and they clutched their hair, kicked their feet out, rolled over, unable to bear it. If you can't hide pain, you can't hide anything. Control yourself even as you bleed.
Control yourself!
They curled tight again, not wanting to hear her now. She had trusted them with this because they knew never to fail. She had given them everything and they had to be deserving. They could be replaced. They could be destroyed. She was their second chance.
They had failed once already.
They slammed their body into the wall. It was an exterior wall, and it absorbed the impact with barely a sound. They did it again. Control yourself. It released the energy and feeling they could never let go. Each impact was like being shocked back into shape. Control yourself. They could control the pain. They could control everything.
Florence had to go back. It would, maybe it would be different the second time. (It wouldn't.) Maybe the Sir would be kinder, grateful for them to be there. (He wouldn't.) Mistress would be satisfied and wouldn't talk about retiring them. (She always did.) They would get home safe back to their storeroom, safe with their head intact, and blank walls with nothing to think or feel about, letting all of this bizarre experience become nothing.
They were fine.
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Avis watched Boo eat at the dinner table, wondering what was different that day.
It was late, the windows ajar to let out the warmth of the oven, and Tenten had brought them all glasses of water and made cucumber and mint cordial to be added to taste. Florence had rejected it after a valiant effort. Kamala and Roman liked it. Avis didn't mind, but she added some just so Tenten would feel valued. Boo had acted as though it wasn't there.
They were eating at a regular pace. That was one of the few signs of improvement she'd seen in them, much as they tried to hide it. They ate quickly when they had arrived, defensive of their plate even without guarding it openly. Now, they seemed to have trust that the food in front of them was theirs. One thing done right.
But even though the pace was normal, and their face didn't show any expression, she was sure there was something off. She'd had this suspicion before with Boo, but it was so hard to tell what might be happening with them. Even though she could glean tiny things like the speed they ate, or the fact they opened up most to the harmless Florence, she was very far from understanding them.
They looked stiff. She felt it was what she was seeing, even though she couldn't be sure. There was an awkwardness to the way their arms moved with each motion of their fork. It went at an angle a bit outside of normal range.
She leaned over to defer to the expert, pitching her voice low. "Kamala, honey. Does it look like Boo's hurt to you?"
Kamala was usually engaged with Florence at dinner, but diligently paused her conversation and looked at Boo. Avis deliberately continued eating, suspecting they knew they were being scrutinised either way.
"Rotation of the shoulder," Kamala murmured. "Most likely to be inflammation of an older injury, unless they did something strenuous recently with that arm, or maybe fell?"
"Hmm, I don't think so. Thank you."
That confirmed things, at least. She continued with her potatoes patiently, as Kamala resumed chatting at Florence, and the others ate peacefully.
Boo was in pain. Easy enough on the surface; she could send them to the doctor. She'd done that before, when they became ill, but this seemed different. If Kamala was right, there could be a bigger injury at play, and she needed to know that so she knew how urgent it was.
She waited until dinner was done. Florence finished last, by which point Roman and Tenten were both bursting to clean up, and they did promptly. Kamala, seemingly aware of Avis's, thoughts, drew Florence away to the living room to watch something. Boo rose, as they always did, prompt without being hurried. They turned to head for the stairs and retreat again to their room
"Boo?" Avis called. There was nothing else to do but try.
There was a moment where they visibly considered continuing on their way. They often had those moments, the closest thing she got to acknowledgement, before they decided to ignore her anyway. It was one of the ways she reassured herself, constantly, that they did understand what was happening in the world around them. It was a choice not to interact with it.
They turned. Today, they stopped and turned to listen.
"I think you're in pain," Avis said. "I asked Kamala, and she thinks your shoulder hurts. I am concerned because I don't know of anything that could have injured you, so it may be an older injury that needs attention. Either way, I do not like for you to be in pain, any of you."
Hazel eyes bored through her as if she was not there. But she kept her wits gathered, impervious to the mournful eyes.
"I'm not asking you to tell me, but it would be welcome, in any way you’re comfortable with. I'd like to book you an appointment with Dr Davies. I'd like you to go, and perhaps he'll be able to help you."
It was like talking to a mannequin. But this was a person, a rescue in her care, so she brushed off the feeling and nodded in reply to herself. "Alright. I'll see when he's next available. Remember, being in pain is nor normal or expected, and we want to prevent or minimise it whenever we can."
They turned away. That was the last straw, it seemed. The idea that they didn't deserve pain.
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Dr Davies was a friendly, relaxed man with an easy smile and a keen interest in educating his patients. He had short, greying hair and rectangular glasses that contrasted with his round race. He treated the Birdhouse members at the shelter usually, but on occasion he requested that they come out to his clinic. Avis paid for them to have private healthcare, although she happily relied on the NHS for herself.
"Hello, Boo. Good to see you again." The doctor welcomed them inside, smiling at Avis but closing the door on her. The white-and-blue room inside was equal parts busy office and sterile treatment area. Boo was invited to sit on the ragged chair by the desk, to start with. "Avis tells me she's concerned about your shoulder."
Boo nodded.
"She mentioned a suspicion that it is an old injury. Is that so?"
Boo paused, then nodded again. It was, although it wasn’t flaring up on its own.
Dr Davies tapped at the keyboard. "Alright. I'd like to have a feel of the joint, but can you first rate your pain for me? One being so mild you can comfortably go about your day, and ten being severe enough that you can't move it at all."
Boo considered this. They were still functional, but their range of motion was limited and their reaction time was slower. They rated a four, which he noted on the computer.
"Thank you. If that pain increases while I'm examining you, knock on the desk for me."
Control yourself. No, not here. This was different.
Boo wondered, not for the first time, whether Dr Davies had comprehensive notes about them, somewhere. Notes about their need for functional pain scales rather than ones based on feeling. Notes on whether they would nod, point, show numbers, indicate words, depending on the day. They wondered if he knew they communicated more to him than they ever had with Avis.
"Is it alright if I examine you now? I'll feel the joint with my fingers and ask you to indicate any soreness. You can keep your shirt on and stay seated."
Boo nodded.
"Would you like me in front or behind you?"
They pointed to the floor at their feet. Better to have him where they could see him.
"Alright. Up we come." Dr Davies rose, and closed the distance between them. One hand lifted. "I'm going to put my hand to the shoulder now. Avis said it was the left, correct me if I'm wrong."
Boo did nothing, so the hand made contact, lightly probing at the injury.
"Is the scar tissue here affected?" he asked. Dr Davies had never asked where the scars were from. He only checked whether they were causing pain or discomfort.
Boo shook their head.
"I'm glad. I'm just going to feel further down towards the shoulder blades…" His voice was level as his fingers walked down. "Just down to here. I can feel a lot of tension in the muscle. It feels like you're having to compensate for the pain with extra strain here."
That made sense. They couldn't just stop doing things because of pain.
"Alright. I think I understand." Dr Davies stepped back, and then sat down. His face was grave. "It looks like the exit wound on your shoulder is a little inflamed. It may be from activity, or something unavoidable like sleeping at the wrong angle. I'm confident it will ease off again, but I can prescribe you some tablets to take the edge off. You should to take them whenever the pain reaches above a 2 on our scale, but do not go over the maximum dosage."
Boo nodded sharply. They appreciated the clear instruction.
"The entry wound is a little tender, but not to the same extent. Injuries like that take a very long time to finish healing, so we can expect this to happen occasionally. The other thing to take care of is that overcompensating muscle, which needs rest and probably a bit of massage. I can recommend physiotherapy exercises for you to do daily. It should only take about ten to fifteen minutes."
Physiotherapy was something they knew about. They hadn't imagined it would be for them.
"I'll get that printed off for you. I'll also book you in for a return visit in a week so we can see how the inflammation is. If the pain gets worse in the meantime, come see me again and I'll check for underlying causes. I know from the x-ray we had done that you're free of shrapnel, but it may be that something has gone awry in the healing process. Please continue to eat well and rest. A hot bath may relieve the pain too."
Boo had never had a bath. Ice-cold showers were all they'd ever known.
Dr Davies smiled. "Is there anything else I can help you with today?"
Boo sat in silence. They thought about all the words they'd never spoken. They thought about Paris-turned-Florence. They thought about the other aches and pains that had escaped notice.
They shook their head. They were fine.
#whumptober2023#i'm fine#bbu#whump#no.15#my fic#boo#kamala#avis#florence#tenten#old injury#chronic pain#stoic whumpee#selective mutism
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(ray) welcome to london, ESME CULLEN! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like ADRIA ARJONA? well, no matter, we hear that you are 26/100+ and working as an ARCHITECT. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from TWILIGHT and have a tendency to be WARM as well as NAIVE. ( i'm indecisive trash but pls can i switch out rose for mama bear instead pls & thank )
— WELCOME TO LONDON, esme cullen! you look very familiar, do we know you from somewhere? anyways, take your time settling in because whether you want to or not, it looks like you’re going to be living here for awhile! // welcome lady, please be sure to follow our checklist here. welcome to the group! ** rosalie hale ( twilight ) is now reopened for applications! do not unfollow, as this is a mumu blog!
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Hi! Could I get your thoughts on my big three and venus? I'm a leo sun and moon with a libra rising and venus. Hope this is okay to ask! :)
Hi. ✨
Okay, so you have a Leo Sun as well as a Libra Venus, both in their ruling planet. So these are perfect placements.
However you have a Libra rising, which is opposite to Aries, and Aries is most welcomed in the 1st house, since it is the first sign. So it can be a little difficult for you to be selfish when you're supposed to be, because Libra doesn't like being selfish and self-centered. But what makes it good is that people gravitate towards you more because of your kindness and cool air energy. On the other side though, you may be very indecisive. A lot of the time you're not sure whether you want to go this route or that one, so you may take time to do things you want to do.
You have this rising with your Venus though. Having venus in your 1st house or conjunct your rising [depending on the degrees], means you do love yourself and find beauty within yourself. You express beauty, so feeling negative or being too negatively conscious about yourself is not normal to you, you don't do it too often. Probably on days where you feel really, really sad. But more often, you're content with yourself and your being.
You also align very well with your emotions, which is a huge plus because for people who have their moon square or opposite to their sun, it can be hard for them. But for you it's a little easier, because your moon is the same sign as your sun. So you understand your emotions and you can easily portray them in a cool way because the sign Leo itself is a cool sign that is warm and confident, so it's not hard for you to open up and be yourself [unless obviously you don't trust the person]. However, sometimes you can be self-conscious because Leos are conscious of themselves while simultaneously being confident. They basically love themselves and know themselves well enough to be aware of who they are, so they know their flaws too. But Leo is a strong sign, because it is in fact the lion, and they are the kings of the jungle, so it doesn't dwell too much on its flaws or what is wrong with them. They just act how they want to and rule.
Deep down you're quite a softie though, who cares and likes to show that they care.
Overrall, you're a loving being (both Leo and Libra focus on the heart more than the mind, or body, or soul) so you're really caring and the people around you love you for that. And you're a ray of light who carries beauty and warmth wherever you go. Just beware of being too kind and spreading yourself thin.
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i don't have access to my computer for like the rest of the week which sucks but! here's a slightly older picture of kit!! (the skitty from my previous posts)
#i cant decide between the joy ribbon or the lime bow!!#i might just inconsistently draw both#welcome to ray is indecisive#pmd2#skitty#will i ever stop posting pmd??#one day but that day is not today
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Hi! Happy birthday first of all! Lots of love I hope you had a great day. Could I please request A, B, C, N, and X for Asmo NSFW alphabet? If it’s too much you are welcome to take any of them out. Stay safe, hugs!
Hey so only 3 letters are allowed so I just took two out. Thank you for the birthday wishes!! Sorry that this is so late!! Spice down below
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Asmo is very indecisive when it comes choosing to a favorite of himself. If he just absolutely had to though, he supposes it’d have to be his face <3 Choosing one thing of yours is also very hard though. I’d honestly say your legs. It doesn’t matter if they are long or short, thick or thin, smooth or rough, he doesn’t care! He likes your legs when you wear shorts, dresses, skirts, underwear, or absolutely nothing at all. He loves having your thighs around his head and your legs draped down his back as he ravishes you <3
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
There’s honestly not much that the Avatar of Lust himself wouldn’t be willing to do. He’s honestly not a fan of feet though. Do you know how much bacteria and nasty stuff is underneath your toenails? Ugh! Gross! He’d have to give you a serious pedicure before doing anything with your feet.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
Okay so, in human form, he’s about 7 or 8 inches hard. He honestly has the prettiest cock out of all of his brothers. He shaves and keeps everything nice and clean too. Sometimes he’ll let his pubes grow out a bit just to shave a design like a heart or something. The head of his dick is pink and if you get him turned on enough, it’ll turn red. I’d say it curves slightly to the left and every time you slip his boxers or panties down, it always jumps up and slaps his stomach
In demon form, my mans is a MONSTER. His cock grows to 10 inches and the whole shaft has a pink tinge to it with the head being dark red. The sides have ridges and bumps, and the head is bigger than the rest of his cock. When he cums in this form, there is a LOT more than usual. Like, a lot.
ABC Birthday Event
#obey me x reader#asmo x reader#asmodeus x reader#obey me smut#asmo smut#asmodeus smut#killthedisappearingstars asks#abcbday2021#asks#asmo x reader smut#asmodeus x reader smut#obey me x reader smut#obey me x mc#asmo x mc#asmodeus x mc#obey me x mc smut#asmo x mc smut#asmodeus x mc smut#obey me shall we date#obey me swd#obey me#obey me asmo#obey me asmodeus#swd asmo#swd asmodeus#asmo#asmodeus#obey me spice#spicy obey me#obey me hard hours
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Missed Opportunities | Helmut Zemo x Reader | Chapter 4
Good morning, afternoon, evening fam. Hope you all are doing good.
Here's the next installment of Missed Opportunities. There's one chapter left. Hopefully this one will be enough to tide you over to the finale.
Thank you for all the continued support. Love you all.
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You were violently woken up in the middle of the night. At some point, during the early hours of the morning, you must have rolled over onto your side. The movement caused your bruised body to send a jolt of stinging pain to your brain, immediately causing you to jerk awake.
You squeezed your eyes shut and took deep breaths to ride out the wave of agony. After the pain subsided, you let out a small groan and attempted to situate yourself again. You failed to find any real rest after that incident and faded in and out of sleep until you could see dawn about to break. Through your restlessness, you thought you could hear faint murmurs and reassurances in your ear.
Delirium must have set in, because when you woke up for good this time, you realized you had a blanket covering your body and a heaviness on your left hand.
You lolled your head to the side to avoid the faint rays of sunlight streaming into the room. You blinked several times before peering down at your hand, which you now noticed, was being held by another person.
Remembering the previous night's events, your eyes travelled up the arm of the person holding your hand, tracking all the way until you landed on the person's face.
Zemo.
He was still here with you and apparently had fallen asleep during the night.
You swallowed thickly and not because of the throbbing pain coursing through you. Your eyes flicked up to the nightstand to see the book he was reading placed neatly at the corner.
He chose to stay.
Your eyes moved back to look at Zemo. To really look at him. He seemed so much younger in his sleep. The tense concentration lining the features of his face each day were gone. The weight of his decisions and promises he made to himself given a reprieve. You wondered when the last time was he truly slept.
For all the wrongs he had done, the choices he had made, he did so out of grief and love. He's a complicated man to be sure. For all his darkness, there is still a light that shines brightly in him.
Though you disagreed with his methods of avenging his family, you knew from his actions, that when Helmut Zemo loved, he loved with his entire being. There was no question about it.
For this one moment, you decided to give in. You softly brushed your thumb back and forth against the skin of the hand holding yours. If you could give him one brief second of comfort, you hoped it was this.
You smiled to yourself as you watched Zemo snuffle in his slumber and unconsciously tighten his grip on your hand, but not uncomfortably.
You had the irrational urge to run your fingers through his hair, but he was sitting too far out of your reach. So you settled for continuing to stroke gentle touches along his hand.
His presence was calming. Safe. There was no where else you wanted to be right now.
You looked up to the ceiling to glance at the digital clock projecting the time. 5:42AM. Definitely too early. You wondered if Bucky and Sam had returned from their outing last night.
If you were to guess, you'd think not, because they most likely wouldn't have allowed Zemo to stay with you the whole evening.
You twist your neck up to the night stand and tried to grab your phone with your bad arm. It wasn't your best idea. You had full range of motion again since Bucky popped your shoulder back into place, but the soreness was downright breath-taking, and coupled with your ribs, you were wheezing with effort to retrieve the phone.
Your finger tips manage to grab the edge of the phone. You attempted to scoot it closer to you so you could grip it better. Unfortunately, you ended up clumsily knocking the phone onto the floor with a clatter, arousing your companion out of his sleep.
Zemo snapped to attention immediately. With his years of military experience, it would disappoint you if he didn't.
He quickly assessed the room before his gaze landed on you. The tension in his body released once he realized there was no threat. His eyes dropped to the hand he was holding.
You could see his brow furrow in confusion, as if he didn't know how his hand got to be where it currently was. Zemo tilted his head in thought, eyes never leaving where your hands were joined together. You could see an indecisiveness written across his face. After a beat, he seemed to resign himself to whatever was running through his mind, because he sighed heavily and gave a sad smile. Then he gently lifted your arm towards him to place a soft kiss on the back of your hand.
"Hi," you shyly responded. Zemo's kiss was just the barest brush of his lips against your skin, but it was electric all the same. You were too stunned by his action to do or say anything else except stare.
"Morning," he rasped quietly. His voice was still riddled with the remnants of someone who had just woken up. He brought your hand back to the bed as he made a move to sit up in his chair more appropriately, "How are you feeling?"
You cleared your throat and licked your lips as you take stock of your injuries before answering him, "Been better. Could have been a lot worse."
"That's not what I asked," he said, clearly unimpressed with your attempt to dodge answering him properly.
"I'm in pain; however, it is manageable," you answer him honestly. You felt he deserved that for having stayed with you the entire evening, and you didn't want him feeling guilty over whatever it was that was eating at him.
You maneuvered yourself to swing your legs over the bed captiously and sort out your stiff limbs without making any sudden quick movements. Zemo silently held out his arm in an offer of assistance, should you need it.
"Are Sam and Bucky not back yet? I can't imagine they would let you stay here and watch over me," you glanced at Zemo, trying to make light of the heaviness hanging in the room. You used your good arm to brace yourself on the nightstand next to you to push off of and stand up.
Zemo lowered his arm and stood up from his seat once he saw you were okay to move about on your own. You saw him turn his head towards the door which was cracked opened slightly before facing you fully.
"They did come back briefly early this morning to check on you. And you are correct, James did, in fact, kick me out, but both he and Sam left again for a few hours. They should be making their return soon. I must have dozed off at some point when I came back to check on you, so thank you for waking me. I would like to avoid a confrontation from either Sam or James," Zemo worded carefully.
You felt as if he were leaving something out, but decided against calling him out on it.
"I appreciate you staying, but you didn't really need to," you replied earnestly, shrugging a shoulder.
"On the contrary, I am the reason you are in the state you are in. It was the very least I could do," Zemo said.
You knitted your brow together and moved to look at Zemo more closely. Lips pursed, it was your turn to be confused.
"I'm not following. You weren't even here when everything went down with Walker yesterday," you expressed slowly and hesitantly.
Maybe it was just too early in the morning to have sensible conversation.
Zemo shook his head and stepped close enough that you could smell his cologne again. He raised his hand to trace the bruise forming across your collarbone.
"Walker was searching for me. And you, you put yourself in harm's way to protect me, indirectly as it was. Whatever your reasonings were, I cannot remember the last time someone was willing to show such an act of resilience, of kindness towards me. And for that, I owe you my deepest and most sincere thanks," Zemo clarified to you. It did not go unnoticed the hidden layer of emotion laced in his voice as he spoke to you.
You could have just brushed his comment off with an excuse that Walker was such a pain in the ass, you refused to give him up on the preface you simply wanted to piss him off.
But that would be a lie, mostly.
Instead you grabbed Zemo's hand, the one that was tracing your battle scars from the previous day and lifted it high enough so that you could wrap your right arm lightly around his torso and your left arm around his shoulders and into a hug.
As you snuggled up against him, careful not to disrupt your injuries, you turned your head so that your nose barely touched his jaw and whispered into his ear, "You're welcome."
Unlike the first hug the two of you shared, there were no death grips this time. This hug held so much more. An acceptance of one another. A promise.
Reluctantly, you untangled yourself from Zemo to peer up at him.
His gaze roamed over your face, searching. He brought his hand back up to rub his thumb gently over your cheek.
He had that look on his face again. The one that looked like he was fighting with himself about something. Then you saw his eyes drop to your lips and back up to your eyes.
Oh.
You leaned into his touch ever so slightly. This was probably a very bad idea, and you shouldn't let this continue.
"Zemo," you breathed.
He dropped his head against yours and dragged the tip of his nose down the bridge of yours.
"Helmut. You can call me Helmut," he murmured.
Your hands were flat against his chest and you hesitate lifting your head to close remaining distance between you to kiss him.
"Helmut," you voiced, the soft resonance of your vocals floating through the room.
You saw him shut his eyes, a small twitch of his lips curl in an upward motion before he opened them again.
He must have sensed your hesitation because he drew back, but only enough to get a read on your face.
"I apologize, I shouldn't have -" he started rambling, dropping his head to reprimand himself.
You draw your hands up from his chest to his neck to prevent him from stepping away. You needed to make sure he understood.
"No, Helmut. That's not - this is okay, I just -" you paused, giving yourself a moment to make sure you word what you want to say to him next properly.
"I can see the conflicted look on your face. I just - I would never," you trailed off, gathering some courage, you drew in a deep breath before continuing, "I would never want to put you in a position where you felt that you were disrespecting the memory of your wife."
There. You had said it. Zemo had been through so much and you couldn't let him kiss you if he still felt like he would betray the memories of his family.
Even if it were for one brief and fleeting moment between you two, you couldn't do that to him. And you wanted him to make peace with everything on his terms, and not just for the emotional roller-coaster you're on, whatever it may be that lies between you both.
You felt him stiffen in his stance, clearly not expecting you to say something like that to him.
He looked at you for a few moments before twisting his head to stare out the window. He had dipped his head in contemplation and turned back to you.
You could feel him shutter a few deep breaths and when you met his gaze again there were tears glistening in his eyes.
His mouth opened and closed, but no words had come out. You could see him struggling with what he wanted to say.
"It's okay. You don't owe me any answers right now," you said. You tried to give him a reassuring smile.
Zemo huffed as he blinked back his tears and shook his head.
"Schatz. You truly are a piece of work," he said, a mixture of amusement and awe heard in his voice.
Zemo opened his mouth to say something else, but you heard the entrance to the apartment open and the voices of Sam and Bucky trailing.
You both turned your head to the door in mild alarm. Without much time, as you're sure one of your friends will be making a bee line to check on you, you start to unzip Zemo's hoodie you went to sleep with last night.
Helmut's eyebrows shot into his hairline and his eyes widened in shock at your undressing in front of him.
You give him an outrageous expression, as you carefully remove your injured arm from the garment and then your other, before handing it to him.
He took the garment hesitantly, a look of confusion on his face.
"An excuse as to why you were in my room, as I'm sure they are going to want to know why you're still in here. There's no way one of them won't spot you leaving. At least you'll have a good reason," you explained rapidly, trying to keep your voice from reaching Bucky's ears.
Zemo nodded in agreement at your cleverly crafted plan, and moved to exit the room. He paused at the door and looked back to you. You could tell he wanted to say something before leaving.
Later. You mouthed to him.
He sighed, but you knew he understood this wasn't the right time to have an extended conversation.
You saw him poke his head out the door before ducking back in to give you a mischievous expression.
You narrowed your eyes at his sudden mood change.
He left your room and could hear him faintly walk down the hall. You turned to walk to your in-suite bathroom when you heard a large clatter and shout from Sam.
"Bucky!"
"It wasn't me! you heard Bucky reply.
There was a snicker and then a door closing from not too far away.
"Zemo!" You heard both Sam and Bucky shout this time. Foot steps followed and some banging on the door down the hall. Hushed whispers could be heard after that.
You continued your journey to a nice shower and some pain killers. Yup. Never a dull moment around these guys.
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Devil’s Advocate (Tenet) Neil x Reader
Chapter 3: North American Scum
A/N: Hi guys! Here is chapter 3!!! I feel like it could have been better, but I really started feeling it at the end (and I think you can tell) Enjoy ahhh!! (and yes, the title of this is one big LCD Sound System Reference :))
Summary: You and Neil are sent on your first mission, but things get incredibly messy, as they always do.
Warnings: Guns, gun wounds, death, cursing, angst, and that’s about it!
Word Count: 5,765... If anyone wants to teach ya girl how to do the “read more” thing that would be fantastic...
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2
Sunlight pours through the small crack in the curtains. Your stomach is pressed up against the mattress. You shift around underneath the sheets, but an arm is wrapped around your body, keeping you in place. You inhale deeply, and the smell of his cologne fills your lungs.
Neil. You keep your eyes shut, reveling in his touch. He rustles a bit, and you feel yourself being pulled in closer to his chest. You maneuver onto your side, allowing him to bring your chest up against his.
His lips brush against your left ear.
He has to be awake, You think to yourself. A light kiss presses softly against your ear, and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. There is absolutely no way he’s still asleep.
“(Y/N)?” Neil whispers, as if to ask if you were still next to him.
Your eyes flutter open. “Good morning,” You mutter. Your voice is hoarse from a full night of sleep, the first full night of sleep you had gotten in what felt like ages.
The light catches Neil’s blue eyes, causing them to sparkle and glow in the rays of sun. His blonde hair was a ruffled mess. Still, he’s undeniably attractive. It didn’t matter how unkempt he appeared to be, there was still something about him; something about him that made your heart pound out of your chest, something about him that made it impossible and yet easier to breathe all at the same time. His presences was overwhelming and yet so calming.
He clears his throat. “Did you sleep well?” He asks, his arms still pulling you tightly against his chest.
Besides all the other times we’ve shared a bed, You think to yourself before saying, “That was probably the best sleep I’ve gotten in years.”
You remember that just yesterday he had said you two were “friends.”
But friends don’t do these kinds of things.
Neil smiles back at you, his nose less than a centimeter away from yours. “I’m glad,” He responds. You can feel his breath on your lips.
The last thing you want to do is get up. You silently hope that Neil won’t move. Eventually, the time would come to do the very thing you came here to do, unfortunately. But for now, you wanted to enjoy laying in bed with Neil, regardless of what it meant for him.
You watch as Neil sighs and furrows his brows. There’s something on his mind, and it’s very clearly bothering him. You always hated seeing him like this, and you couldn’t let it go unnoticed.
“Neil?” You ask. “Are you alright?”
He smiles sheepishly. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it,” Neil reassures, but you know there’s something wrong.
“If there’s something on your mind, you can always talk to me,” You say, bringing your left hand to rest on the side of his upper thigh.
You’re shocked to feel his exposed skin and not his boxers. They had scrunched up into his crotch.
You retract your hand immediately, feeling as though you had overstepped some unspoken boundary. “I-I’m sorry about that.” Your voice is distraught and shaky in the wake of your embarrassment.
“No,” Neil says. His voice is calm and a smile reappears on his face. “It felt nice.” You nod, allowing your hand to travel back to where it was.
You decide to start over and try again. “But really Neil, you can always talk to me, about anything,” You pause, choosing to go the confrontational route. “I know something is wrong with you. I can just tell.”
Neil’s arm tightens around you. You didn’t think it could be possible to get closer to him, and yet suddenly you were. “Well, last night…” Neil trails off. You can feel his heart beat grow louder in his chest. “I was going to talk to you about something.”
“Well, what is it?” You ask. Maybe this was it. Maybe this was the moment Neil would tell you how he felt about you.
Neil inhales sharply through his nose. “(Y/N), it’s just that-,”
The sound of Neil’s phone roughly vibrating against the bedside table next to him cuts him off. He lets go of you and turns over to pick up the phone. You stuff your face into your pillow in absolute agony.
Another moment stolen, You think.
“Shit,” He mutters under his breath. “Hello?” He answers the call. “Already?” There’s a pause. “What do you mean it’s half past twelve?” Another pause. “I’m sorry we must’ve slept through the alarm I-,” Whoever is on the other line interrupts him immediately. “Alright, thanks. We’ll start getting ready now.”
You lift your face off of the pillow. Neil hangs up and puts the phone back onto the nightstand.
“It’s time already?” You ask. You feel your anxiety growing in the pit of your stomach. You know what’s coming next. You can feel it on the tip of your tongue. You can feel the uncertainty. You can already hear the gunshots, the screams, the cries for help.
Neil turns back over towards you, his arm wrapping tightly around your body yet again. “Yeah, it’s time,” He says, pressing a kiss against your forehead. His lips are warm and soft, reassuring even. But you didn’t want to go, not yet. Being with Neil was too good. For the first time in a long time, you were finally feeling normal. You had finally felt safe. And now, as you always did, you were going to risk it all.
I can’t do this, You think to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut.
“Neil,” You feel yourself tremble a bit, “I-I can’t d-do this,” You stutter, tripping over your words at the mere thought of getting out of bed.
“I’m so sorry, love,” Neil says, pulling you closer to him. “But I don’t think we have a choice.”
A choice? You hated the idea that anyone had a lack of “choice,” especially when it came to the organization. You hated the idea that nothing could be changed or altered to make something better. What’s happened, happened. And yet, you believed none of that.
Of course I have a choice. I’m an autonomous woman with agency and independence. You think to yourself. “And what the fuck is stopping me from saying no, Neil?” Your sudden fury causes him to jump back a bit. His grip on you loosens.
Neil’s shocked expression takes you aback. “I didn’t mean to make you-,”
You cut him off, feeling guilty for jumping down his throat so abruptly. “No, it’s not your fault Neil. It’s me,” You roll onto your back and Neil’s arms slide off of you. “This is so overwhelming. I’m a mess.”
Neil shifts closer to you. He’s laying on his side. He brings his hand across your body and onto your shoulder, drawing light circles with his index finger. You sigh, his touch leaving goosebumps on your exposed skin. “It’s going to be okay, I promise,” He says. He lets you sit in silence for a few minutes. He somehow knows it's exactly what you need.
He always does.
You look over to the alarm clock on your bedside table.
12:34
“We should probably get up now,” You say apprehensively.
Neil nods, lifting his hand from your shoulder. He presses a kiss against your cheek before hopping off the bed. “Just for good measure,” He says with a wink.
Neil had been stealing kisses from you far more recently than he had in the past, and you certainly recognized it. You weren’t complaining, but it was confusing. You weren’t sure what he wanted. You knew there was at least a slight chance that Neil saw you as more than a friend. That was a natural occurrence of life. After all, you had fallen for him.
Who’s to say he couldn’t fall for you too. You immediately shake the thought off. Thinking like this could ruin the mission. You were too distracted for your own good. Now was not the time to be wondering how Neil felt about you, regardless of how puzzling the situation was.
Neil had shuffled off into the bathroom. You could hear the shower turn on and the glass door of the shower close behind Neil. You stifle any further thoughts in the back of your head, and swing your legs over the side of the bed. You walk over to your duffle bag and begin to rummage through your clothes. You were always incredibly indecisive when it came to what to wear.
After a few minutes, you finally decide on a pair of baggy, black menswear dress pants, similar to the ones you were still wearing. You grab an oversized white t-shirt to go with it. You pull your black high top converse out of the bag as well, letting them fall to the floor.
The door to the bathroom opens, and Neil comes out with just a fuzzy white towel wrapped around his waist. You stare too far down for far too long, and Neil is quick to notice.
“If you’re going to look at me like that, you should really buy me dinner first,” He jokes. He walks over to you and stops when he reaches his suitcase.
You feel the heat rising to your cheeks and you smirk a bit. “I-I just didn’t expect you to be-,”
“To be what? Practically naked?”
“Well, yes, to be honest,” You say, your smirk turning into a wide smile. Neil smiles back, and nudges you playfully with his elbow. You shut your eyes and shake your head. “I’m getting in the shower now.”
Neil chuckles as you walk away. “Can I have the same show you got? It’s only fair!”
How you wished he wasn’t just kidding around with you.
You step into the bathroom and shut the door behind you.
The shower is incredibly refreshing. The hot water almost puts you to sleep again, but it’s a welcomed feeling. Things seemed peaceful. But there’s always a calm before the storm.
Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door.
“(Y/N)?” Neil calls.
His voice catches you off guard. You almost slip on the water below. “Yeah?” You call back, catching yourself and regaining your balance.
“I think I left my boxers in there,” He says. Your face reddens as you predict his next words. “Is it alright if I pop in and grab them? I won’t peak, I promise!” You hear his muffled chuckle through the door.
You swallow hard. “Yeah, sure I don’t mind,” You say back. Your heart races in your chest. The glass of the shower door was completely fogged up, and Neil wouldn’t see a thing, or at least he probably wouldn’t. But part of you of wanted him to…
Your thoughts are interrupted as the door creeks open, and Neil enters the bathroom. There’s some shuffling around and you can hear Neil moving some things.
“Where the bloody hell did they go?” Neil whispers to himself. A giggle escapes your lips. “What’s so funny about this, love?” Neil’s sarcastic tone only makes you laugh more.
“I mean where could they have possibly-,” You say, cutting yourself off as you look up to see Neil’s boxers hanging over the top of the shower. “How did they even end up there?”
Neil chuckles now too. “I must’ve put them up there with my pants. I didn’t think I’d have time to iron my clothes, so I just threw everything over the top to get some steam on it,” He explains between laughs. Of course he was worried about how wrinkly his clothes would be, You think to yourself, letting another giggle out.
The shape of Neil’s body becomes more prominent as he walks over towards the shower. You feel yourself growing nervous upon the realization that Neil can most likely see a better outline of what you look like too. His hand grabs the boxers and he yanks them down.
“I promised no peaking, so I’ll get out of your hair now,” Neil laughs and you watch as he walks over to the door. You almost wanted to tell him to stay.
Almost.
Before you can say a word, Neil opens the door and steps back out. Flustered beyond belief, you force yourself to finish the shower.
You brush your teeth and put your stringy, wet hair in a clip to at least make it look presentable. You grab your clothes and slip them on, tucking your t-shirt into your pants and lacing a black, square buckle belt through your belt loops.
You take a look at yourself in the mirror and you can’t help but feel at least a tiny bit proud of what you were able to accomplish in such a short time, that is, until you open the door.
Neil is standing on the other side of the room, his left arm holding his weight up as he leans against the window, looking down at the city streets below. His grey suit jacket hangs below his hips and fits him perfectly. His white dress shirt is crisp, and a little green scarf serves as his neck tie. His pants are the exact same color as the suit jacket, and at the bottom are a pair of black dress shoes. He didn’t bother to gel his hair back, but it looked better when he let it be a little messy. When he gelled it he looked too uptight, too posh, too much like a tory.
You still remember the day Neil had taught you that word. You didn’t have a clue about British politics, and despite Neil’s well-off appearance, he was always adamant about not being a tory.
“But you’re as posh as anything Neil,” You said, breathing absurdly hard in between laughs.
Neil shakes his head erratically. “I’m posh in a cool, secret agent way!” He exclaims in his defense. “I’m not a tory, come on! I shouldn’t have ever taught you that word. You’re just going to hang it over my head forever.” He sighs dramatically, shoving his head in his hands for extra effect.
You rest your hand on his shoulder, reassuring him sardonically. “Oh Neil, fine. You’re not a tory.”
The rest of the flashback, the playful banter and the stolen, sneaky touches are quickly shut down by the buzzing of Neil’s phone. He breaks his stare from the streets below and picks it up, carefully reading the message he just received.
“It’s time, they gave us the location,” He says, still looking down at the message. You freeze instantly, as if you’ve become paralyzed. “(Y/N)?” Neil calls, walking over to you. He places his hands on your shoulders.
“I just,” You trail off, searching for the right words. “I just thought I’d have more time to prepare, I guess.”
Neil loosens his hold on your shoulders and wraps his arms all the way around you, pulling you tightly into his chest. “I know love, I know,” He whispers. You take a deep breath.
Maybe I could do this, You force yourself to think. I have to.
You untangle yourself from Neil and walk over to the chair to put your converse on. Neil studies you from afar, seemingly watching your every move. You don’t feel uncomfortable at all. You know he’s watching you to make sure you’re okay. Normally you wouldn’t want Neil to worry about you so much, but now his worry was welcomed. It made you feel safe. It made you feel validated. He truly wanted nothing but the best for you, and he made that abundantly clear.
You finish tying your shoes and stand up, lightly brushing away the creases in your pants. You grab your long, tweed, dark grey trench coat and throw it over your shoulders. You grab the pistol at the bottom of your suit case, and slip it into the inside pocket on the right side of the coat.
“I’m ready,” You say, looking over at Neil.
Neil nods, and walks back over to you. “Are you sure?”
You nod back. “No, but that’s okay.”
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You and Neil make it down to the parking garage, but the Porsche is nowhere to be seen. Neil pulls out a set of keys from his pocket and presses a button.
“Can’t repeat the same ride twice,” Neil jokes as the lights of a black BMW flash in your face, just as the Porsche had done last night. You let a small smile break your furrowed brows and tightened face as you get into the car. Neil puts the keys into the ignition and drives off.
Neil explains the mission to you on the way there. The plan was to continue posing as Ophelia and Atlas Ryan, two newlyweds traveling the world together.
“But you’re from London,” You retort, posing a potential problem about the cover.
“You’re not,” Neil grins back at you. “Besides, who says I can’t show you around a bit?”
You grin back at him, finally accepting the plan.
“So we’ll be pretending to shop in this clothing store,” Neil starts, but you quickly interrupt him, knowing exactly what’s coming next.
“What’s it a front for?” Anxiety sits in your stomach like a rock. You couldn’t help but blurt out the question.
Neil swallows harshly. “There’s a Turnstile in the back,” He says, keeping his eyes on the road. “And some inverted weapons, although some may be an understatement.”
Of course there’s a fucking Turnstile, You think to yourself. You grip the handle on the side of the door as the GPS shouts directions.
Suddenly, the bombs in Neil’s suitcase all make sense now.
“And we have to stick a bomb…” You trail off, flabbergasted by the danger of the mission.
“We have to stick a bomb somewhere inside the store, and detonate it the second we leave,” Neil finishes your thought.
You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down, but it doesn’t work very well. You look back to the GPS on the screen, searching for your ETA.
1:35PM.
That’s when you look down at your phone and realize that it’s already that time. Neil slides into an open parking spot a few doors down from the store.
He looks over at you once last time.
“Are you sure you can do this? Because maybe I could find a way to do this by mys-,”
“No,” You state firmly, refusing to let Neil finish. “We’re in this together.” You put a hand on his thigh and look longingly into his eyes. “I’d never leave you, Neil.” Your eyes flicker down to his lips.
Neil smiles, and you can feel your heart burst in your chest. He grabs you and pulls you against him in a tight embrace. It wasn’t exactly what you were aiming for, but it most definitely wasn’t a miss. He lets go and you nod at each other subtly.
It was time.
Neil opens his door and hops out. You go to open your door, but Neil quickly walks over to your side, opening it for you. He grins, knowing that you aren’t allowed to complain. You were married now, after all. Neil grabs your hand, and helps you out of the car.
You walk along the street past a few cars before finally finding an opening to get onto the sidewalk. You and Neil stop in front of the boutique.
Through the Looking Glass
A far too perfect name, You think to yourself.
Neil’s hand is still holding yours. He squeezes tightly, and you squeeze back.
Neil takes the first step and opens the door. A bell rings. The white walls of the store are decorated with fairy lights and some posters.
“Good afternoon! Welcome in,” A tall, black haired woman says cheerfully from the behind the register. “Is there anything I could help you find today?"
Shit, You think to yourself. Her questions were simple. They were completely normal questions, and yet you were frozen again.
“We’re just taking a look around. It’s only my wife’s second time here in London,” Neil starts, developing a story, a reason to be here. “She came to meet my parents a few years ago, but she never really got the London experience, you know?”
The woman nods from behind the counter. “That’s wonderful!” She says ecstatically. You were amazed at Neil’s ability to keep his cool. You could tell he had her convinced. It was like a superpower or something. “Well, if you need anything at all, let me know!”
“Thank you so much,” You say, finally having the courage to participate in the conversation.
You and Neil begin to shift through racks, picking a top or skirt out every few pieces or so. You carried a few fake conversations: where to eat dinner, where to go next, what landmark to see first. Neil casually slips the bomb in your pocket in the midst of discussion.
Finally, after collecting a few pieces, you and Neil head back over to the woman behind the register.
“Do you think I could try these on in the fitting room?” You ask politely, a smile spreading across your face.
The woman smiles back. “Of course, right this way!” She leads you and Neil over to the back of the store and into a smaller room. There’s a row of doors connected to cubicles on the right side, and a set of pink tufted armchairs along the left. There’s a few doors along the wall ahead, and that’s where you assume the turnstile and weapons are kept.
She unlocks one of the rooms, and guides you inside. “Thank you so much,” You say pleasantly, trying to keep your cool despite how terribly you want to start trembling. You head into the room and shut the door behind you.
There’s a long mirror in front of you, and a small, tufted white armchair in the corner. The bomb would fit best behind the armchair, and could go relatively unnoticed. You decide that you should actually give some semblance of a fashion show before placing the bomb. Otherwise, you might blow your cover.
You carefully place your coat on the armchair, making sure that your gun isn’t exposed. You grab your first outfit, a navy blue turtleneck sweater and a plaid skirt. You slip into the clothes and open the door.
Neil’s gaze immediately settles on your exposed legs. “Wow,” He mumbles, looking you up and down.
You smile widely and blush. “Oh stop it,” You playfully say back, forgetting all about the mission for a split second.
“You look fantastic, really, (Y/N).” At first, you want to revel in his comment, but your eyes widen, quickly realizing what Neil had just done.
“Atlas, I don’t think that’s my name,” You whisper, hoping the women behind the counter hadn’t heard Neil call you by your name instead of Ophelia.
Neil gulps, and a slight smile appears on his face. “Ophelia darling,” He says louder this time, “You look incredible.”
You try to keep the show going, and you smile back. “Well then I guess I’ll just have to get this outfit, won’t I?” You say back, glancing over at the woman behind the counter. Her eyes were locked on yours, and she quickly breaks her stare. She grabs the phone on the counter and dials a number.
“Atlas,” You whisper, getting closer to Neil. “I think we’re a bit fucked.”
Neil turns around quietly, and watches the woman on the phone. She looks like she knows what she’s doing.
She looks like she knows who you are.
“What should we do?” You ask, whispering even softer now.
Neil remains in the chair, and turns back to face you. “Put on the next outfit. I’ll keep an eye out.” You nod, and head back into the room.
You take off the skirt, and grab the light beige menswear dress pants off their hanger. You put them on, one leg at a time, trying to listen to what was going on outside the room. You slip the navy sweater off and grab a turtleneck in a darker shade of beige to put on.
You step outside, and luckily, Neil is sitting exactly where he was sitting before.
“I like that one a lot too,” He says, looking you up and down just as he did before. “I meant what I said before, you really do look fan-,”
Neil is cut off by the opening of one of the doors. A tall, brown haired man steps out of the door and walks over to the woman by the counter. You keep your smile on your face in an attempt to salvage whatever is left of the mission. Neil does the same.
“You know, we should probably get going now if we want to make it to our lunch reservations,” You say as the idea pops into your head. This was your way out.
Neil grins at your cleverness. “Oh wow, I can’t believe it’s time already. Still feels like the day just started!”
“Time flies when you’re having fun, my love,” You say as you head back into the room.
You’re overdoing it, dumbass! You mentally yell at yourself. You knew your cover was blown. You take the clothes off, and go to put yours back on. In all your shuffling and panic, you forget one crucial thing.
The bomb is in the pocket of your pants.
The second you take your pants off the armchair, the bomb falls out and crashes to the floor. It slides under the door all the way to Neil’s feet.
“Shit,” You hear Neil curse.
BANG!
A gunshot rings out in the store.
You grab your gun from the pocket of your trench coat, force your pants on and run out of the room.
The man is collapsed on the floor and Neil’s gun is aimed at the woman. You cock your gun and aim as well.
“I should’ve fucking known from the start,” The woman says, shaking her head. “North American scum, you’re all the same. Slimey little-,”
“Shut the fuck up!” You shout. “You’re going to call whoever you just called, and tell them that you don’t need any further assistance, do you understand?”
She cackles. “No. Why the bloody hell would I do that? There’s at least twenty men on their way down here.” Before you can respond, she reaches for something behind the counter.
BANG!
You feel a wetness in your right shoulder. It’s an odd, numbing sort of feeling. Everything appears to be fuzzy for a split second. You can’t hear properly, you can’t see properly, it’s like static on a television set.
BANG!
Everything begins to come back as Neil rushes over to you. He crouches down. You hadn’t even realize that you had fallen over. You look down to your right shoulder, and notice the blood pooling underneath your shirt. You take a deep breath, knowing that this wasn’t the end. You had to push through the mission.
“(Y/N)?” There’s nothing but panic in his eyes. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” You say, standing up. Neil grabs your arm, helping you. “I mean it, I’m okay. I can do this.”
Another man bursts into the store through one of the back doors. He brandishes a gun. You hold your pistol up and shoot.
BANG!
You hit him in the center of his chest, but the knock back causes you to fall to the ground. “Sh-shit,” You mumble. The pain is too intense for you to say more than that. You take a few deep breaths, trying hard to put yourself back together.
Another man enters the room, and he grabs the bomb off the floor.
“We need to go, I can’t have you here like this,” Neil says. He kneels down next to you and scoops you up in his arms. He frees his right hand ever so slightly, aims his gun at the man, shoots, and misses.
Then, the man aims his gun towards you and Neil.
There’s another bang, followed by the sound of shattering glass echoing in the store and down the street.
“N-no, we can’t go. I’ll just shoot with my left hand, I can do it.” But before you could protest any more, Neil had already ran out of the boutique and towards the car. He secures you in the BMW, only for you to unbuckle and attempt to get out.
But it’s too late. Neil slides in, turns the ignition, and presses down on the gas.
“No!” You scream. You turn around and watch the boutique disappear behind you. “Neil! What the fuck?” You look over to him. His eyes are locked on the road.
“What? You wanted to stay back there and die?” He asks, anger growing in his voice.
“If it meant the mission succeeded and you got to live, then yes, I would have happily died,” You say, turning behind to see if anyone was on your tail.
Sure enough, three black SUVs were following close behind. Neil looks into the rearview mirror.
“Shit,” He curses, pressing his foot down onto the gas pedal as hard as he possibly can. He weaves through traffic, turning down a few streets rather erratically before finally hitting the highway.
“We need to get to the safe house,” Neil explains. “TP said he had the directions to one programmed in the car before we got it. It should be the only directions in the system.”
You nod, reaching over to the screen and selecting the navigation app. There’s one pre-programmed destination. You click the destination, and the directions load in immediately.
“I’m going to get them off our ass, okay?” You say, opening your window and grabbing your gun.
Neil frantically looks over to you, and then back at the road. “What? No! Get the fuck back inside!” He commands, but you ignore him and unbuckle. You carefully slide out the window and sit down on the thin edge.
You aim your gun at the windshield of the closest SUV and fire. The windshield barely dents. It’s bulletproof.
“Get inside!” Neil shouts again, shifting lanes quickly and strategically.
You ignore him again, and aim towards the SUV’s forward right tire. You shoot, and the tire deflates immediately. The car looses control and crashes into the center divider.
“Fuck yeah!” The exhilaration is like a high. You forgot what it felt like to be back in the field and actually doing well at your job.
The other SUVs are close behind, and you aim once again, this time of the back left wheel of one of the vehicles. You pull the trigger, sending the car off into the grass, crashing against a tree on the side of the road.
“Be careful, alright?” Neil shouts his reminder, hoping that it will have some effect on you.
There’s one SUV left. Just as you take aim, a man lets himself out of the passenger window and sits in the same position as you. You take a deep breath, and switch your aim to the man instead of the tire.
“Hey fuckass!” You scream, diverting his attention from the wheels of the BMW to you. “Over here!” You shout.
“(Y/N)!” Neil shouts angrily. “What the fuck are you doing?”
BANG!
“(Y/N)!” Neil screams, making sure that you’re still right next to him.
You take a deep breath. “I-I’m fine. He missed,” You say, but you’re not entirely sure that he did. The burning pain on the right side of your stomach tells you otherwise.
The man goes to aim towards you again, but before he can shoot, you pull the trigger, hitting him directly in the head. He topples out of the car, giving you the space to shoot the back wheels of the car. The SUV spins out into a nearby street light.
You slump back into the car, and close the window. Neil takes a quick glance into the rearview mirror to make sure no new SUVs appeared,
“Are they gone?” You ask, silently hoping that Neil would say yes.
“Yeah, for now,” Neil says, shifting his focus over to you. “Holy fuck, (Y/N), you said he missed!” Neil exclaims. “This is exactly why I fucking took you back to the car in the first place.”
You shake your head. “I didn’t ask you to do that. That was your choice. I make my own choices,” You pause, trying to catch your breath. “I’m an adult, you know. I’m not some kid for you to babysit.”
You look down at your side, and notice that you’re bleeding out onto the seat. “Oh sh-shit.”
Neil’s gaze focuses off the road and onto your wound for a quick second. “Jesus Christ what the fuck happened, (Y/N)? What did you do?”
“I saved the mission, what did you do?” You say, frustration heavy in your voice. “I didn’t ask for you to save me. If we just stayed in the boutique another second we could’ve blown the whole place up and-,”
But you can’t finish. An immense stabbing pain pulses strongly at your side. Your eyes begin to well up. There’s so much pain that you can’t even scream.
Neil is too focused on the road again to notice what’s happening with you. “Don’t blame this on me! What did you expect me to do? Leave you there? Fuck no,” Neil doesn’t realize that you’re dipping in and out of consciousness. “You don’t understand how much I care about you. You don’t understand what my life would be like if you died. It would be hell (Y/N), absolute hell.”
Neil stops his rant and looks over to you. “Oh God, I’m so sorry,” Neil’s voice is filled with worry. “Say something (Y/N), or at least try to stay awake.”
You’ve already lost so much blood. It was too hard to concentrate on what Neil was saying, you were too concerned with simply keeping your eyes open.
“N-Neil, a-am I going to make it?” You whimper earnestly. In truth, you were thankful for what Neil had done, you had just been beyond angry that your first mission back was a failure.
Neil nods, and places a hand on your thigh. “You’re not going anywhere, I promise. I’ve got you,” Neil says. He pushes the gas pedal into the floor. “Just stay awake for me, please.”
But you can’t. Your eyes shut, and suddenly the world goes dark.
>>>>Chapter 4
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FLUFFVEMBER DAY 12: ATSUMU MIYA
prompt: couple’s quiz (prompts are by @jojosmilktea)
word count: 1,766 words | themes: gen!reader. youtuber!reader. fLUFF. i got carried away but this is pretty domestic honestly.
tags: @kacchanori @chickynn @todominica @sparkleswritings @brinthie @patricia-ceballos @giyuus-wife @bitchtrynafck @astrxrism @animatedarchives @deephasoceanmagic @strawberrysalwa (send a dm/ask to be added!)
rv: i know i did say atsumu’s love language here is different but love languages can change especially when you’re already in a relationship. i actually answered the quiz this time in atsumu’s perspective and it’s very difficult but yeah it has to happen lmao. i pretty much agree with the results and yes don’t take it so seriously because i’m not atsumu himself and well this is just from my own perspective, hopefully it was close enough to his character. special mention to my honey @liliannyah nia i’m tagging you here because i know you’ll be simping on tsum tsum here ya go hun
✒︎ love language
mornings with atsumu are peaceful. afternoons are full of fun, and well evenings are the best. that's usually because; around these times are when atsumu is at his best and most positive energy throughout the day.
however for you, you had a schedule beforehand and you have plans on how to spend your day, and it's with atsumu.
"hey babe, can you film with me today?" you situated yourself by the doorway of your shared bedroom, seeing the dirty blonde specks of his hair peaking under the blankets that was covering his body, the rays of light coming from the sun, escaping the gaps from the thin fabric of the curtains by your window. you wanted him to rest as much as he can since he doesn't usually have cancelled trainings, however this is also the best time for you to bond with him more, and you've got the perfect idea for that in your mind.
all he need to do is wake up and-
"i want to sleep." atsumu's voice overcomes the silence, however muffled it was. a frown forms on your lips as you made your way next to the bed, pulling the covers from his form just for him to groan and try to pull it back.
"i want to sleep, (y/n). five more minutes." he has his eyes closed as the fringes of his hair tried to protect them from the brightness of the surroundings, even from you.
atsumu must have felt the bed dip as you sat on his side, his brows furrowing at the faintness of your touch when you reached out to brush his strands away from his handsome face. you grazed lightly on his forehead, removing the sweat that must have formed due to the warmth that summer brought to the temperature.
your frown curls upwards as you admired how atsumu leans onto your hand, even for just a second. you skimmed your hand on your shirt before leaning forward and faced atsumu with an arm supporting your head on the pillow.
"you have to wake up, tsumu. i've got breakfast ready." you sang to him gently, still looking at his face with awe and wonder. most of the time, you question yourself how you got a guy like this. in those silent moments where you just feel so lucky how someone like atsumu miya could love someone like you.
"you're looking at me like that again."
you were broken from your trance as you were met by his gaze, not even looking at you before he said those words.
"what is it?" he breathes out as he closed his eyes again, now snuggling his way towards your form. you sighed and brushes his hair again, feeling out its softness despite the fact that it was dyed and it should be dry under your touch if it weren't for how atsumu takes very good care for it.
"come on, tsumu. the food will get cold." you say, only to feel him slide his arms by your waist, pulling you closer to him, embracing you even.
however no matter how much you liked it, you pushed him away, "tsumu! we're going to film today, wake up!" you whined, prying away from his grasp.
"film?" his face brightens up in almost an instant, his eyelids opening at the same time. "we? you said we?"
you smile at his reaction, relaxing and nodding your head. "yeah, i did, i literally said it five minutes ago. don't you want to?"
"of course i do!" he sits up, an evident pout on his lips. "why didn't ya say so? y'know how long i've been waiting for this day. i don't really get why you keep me from yer subscribers if you loved them so much."
you sat up as well, grinning in amusement. "you really like the attention, do you?"
"wha-? no i don't."
"oh my dear tsumu, you do." you giggle and climbed out of the bed. "come on let's eat first. i already set up everything so we can film right after eating."
time passes by and before you know it, you and atsumu were already in front of the camera, the lights not bothering you anymore with how you were so used to having them around you. atsumu also seemed to be in the similar situation and was much more comfortable with where he was situated, as if this was his moment.
after all, you made him wait for a long time before finally deciding to show him in front of the whole world.
“is this live?”
you nod at him, “yeah, are you nervous?”
“huh-me, nervous? ‘course not.” he scoffs but as you poke his chest and stopped there for awhile, you gave him a smirk, to which he merely slaps your hand away and pouts away.
“hello there! how’s everyone?” you immediately smile at the camera, your laptop showing the bountiful of comments that spams in an instant. you could see atsumu’s reflection on the screen, his grin wide and slightly bit awkward, but it’s not what your fans are commenting about.
“uh-so you guys probably guessed who our guest is.” you smirk, glancing sideways at atsumu. “and yes, he’s my boyfriend. say hello, tsumu.”
atsumu was a natural as he introduces himself on the screen, a welcoming smile on his face, as if he had been filming for a vlog as long as you do and that he was completely adjusting with the situation. you couldn’t help but curve your lips upwards in turn, nodding off eventually at whatever he was saying.
“so! today we, me and atsumu are going to answer a quiz in front of everyone.”
“a quiz?”
“yep! a couple’s quiz.” you purposely didn’t inform atsumu beforehand what you will do and you explained it on the screen as all the attention turns to you.
“what? you scared, tsumu?” you teased him and he juts his lower lips as a reaction.
“‘course not. i’m gonna answer each of them like a pro.”
you laughed heartily as you grabbed your phone, handing atsumu out his at the same time. “me and atsumu are going to answer a couple’s love language quiz and compare our love languages. you guys can answer with us if you like, just search it up on your search engines,” leaning forward, you muttered with “i’m not gonna tell the site coz y’know this is not really a sponsored video.”
your hand suddenly found itself on top of atsumu’s as you explain the five love languages briefly, feeling his gaze on yours despite not looking at him directly. you have no idea if he was paying attention with your ramblings but if he’s busy admiring you, you’re too humble to even think about it.
or not.
“so, are you ready tsumu?” he was cut off of his trance and he pretends he was alright when he smiles in the camera and answers enthusiastically.
“but what if i like both?”
“there’s no option for both tsumu.”
“but i like hugging you and receiving letters. remember when you confessed to me with a-“
your hand immediately shoots up to his mouth and he chuckles in delight in the victory of having to tease you in front of your fans. by now you’re wondering if you should regret having atsumu for the first time in your vlog in live.
“these questions are really difficult.” you say, finding yourself stuck into yet again an array of indecisiveness.
“where are you already?”
“i’m at 23%” you answer, glancing up at atsumu. “‘bout you?”
“30%,” he says, shooting an eye at the camera. “(y/n)’s really slow especially when answering these types of quizzes. they’re that indecisive.”
“what-“
“i’m the decisive one in this relationship. that’s why i have to always ask them three hours before our date which place they would like to eat at.”
you gave up on reprimanding atsumu as you focused on your questionnaire, picking an answer as atsumu chats with your fans who commented about how they noticed about it too.
“see? your fans agree to me. we’re already best of friends.”
you shook your head as you found yourself grinning from atsumu’s words.
“oh- a back rub seems nice.” you heard him mutter later on and when you glanced at him, he was not looking at you but you could tell with how he gripped on his shoulders that he’d need one sooner or later after the film.
it was not unusual for you to massage him every once in awhile, or maybe more than that. that habit actually started way before you two had gotten together and he always told you how you’re good with your hands. he admitted one morning after some time of being officially a couple that he liked your massages a lot.
atsumu finishes the quiz first before you and he takes the initiative of talking with your fans as you finish up yours. you laugh along with them every time atsumu attempts to make a joke and read along the lines of the comments section.
“yay i’m done!”
atsumu turns to you with a “took you long enough” but he places a hand by your knee, his attention now on yours. “so, what did you get?”
“my highest is quality time!” you leaned to the camera lens as you showed your results to the screen, making sure that you were able to really make it visible. “followed by receiving gifts and physical touch. how about you, ‘tsumu? what’d you get?”
he places his phone next to yours before he answers with a bright smile. “i got the same too! looks like me and (y/n) are real meant to be, don’t you think?”
you could feel your cheeks burn especially when he pulls his phone away and reaches out to your side just to place his hand on your waist, keeping it there like a protective and proud boyfriend he is. you were speechless for awhile and it was a good thing that atsumu led the conversation on in your silence. whether it was intentional or not, that you didn’t know.
but now that you realized it, atsumu and you had the same results most probably because both of you wanted to spend more time and moments like this with each other. sooner than later, he’ll be busy with trainings again and you with your vlogs.
feeling that familiar sense of radiance in your chest, you leaned your head on atsumu’s shoulders, once again feeling lucky to have him by your side, even with the littlest of times.
#atsumu miya#atsumu x reader#atsumu fluff#miya twins hq#haikyuu fluff#fluffvember 2020#fluffvember#roze.fluffvember#roze.hq#roze.daydream
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“ just stay this time. stay for me. ” + veronica x john xx
oooh thank you darling! ❤❤🌹
In the early hours of the day, the sun could be seen rising on Hope County. Songbirds awoke in their nests to announce the arrival of morning as a lazy yellow glow brought light to the land.
The coming sunrise was witnessed by only one; Veronica stood on the balcony of Seed Ranch watching the sun climb over the mountains beyond. A cigarette was burning in her hand, she took a drag of the bitter smoke and exhaled a puff of white. Nicotine made itself at home in her lungs and a light buzz set through her, having not eaten anything yet. The blonde relished in the warm Montana breeze that sparked small embers from the cherry of her smoke as it blew past, the scent of morning dew in the wind.
The golden rays had not yet reached the Ranch, leaving the structure in a state of darkened anticipation of the coming day. V finished her cigarette, stubbing it out on the railing. With a deep breath she turned around. The french door in front of her had several panes throughout its length but offered no view of the room beyond- thick blue curtains obscured the bedroom from the balcony.
She stepped into the air conditioned hush of the ranch interior, her eyes immediately going to the bed to see John still sleeping there. He slept on his side, his back to the deputy. Black sheets were draped over his form, somehow it looked almost performative the way the satin accentuated his body. Veronica’s gaze followed the line of his physique as his side rose and fell with each breath.
Walking to the front of the room, she retrieved her boots and took a seat at the edge of the bed. As quietly as possible, Ronnie slipped on her socks and grabbed the first shoe. She was interrupted by a noise behind her; the Baptist shifted under the sheets and groaned quietly. Veronica turned to look at him once more, and saw his breath coming faster and faster. “I can’t!” He yelled out suddenly before flipping onto his back.
John’s forehead was beaded with sweat, and it was clear he was in the throws of a nightmare. Struck with indecision- V reached out to him and stopped mid-motion. During the time of their little tryst, it was quite commonplace for her to be gone by the time the sun rose fully. The thought of reaching out to the man to comfort him, possibly wake him, made her unsure.
Before the woman could decide what to do, the youngest Seed bolted upright with a shuddering gasp. He looked around the room wildly, his eyes wide like that of a spooked horse about to bolt. Laying a hand on his shoulder, out came her soothing voice “Hey, hey, it’s okay… it was just a nightmare.” Veronica rubbed his back in circular motions as he turned to her, looking into her eyes as though he didn’t recognise her for a moment. “What was that all about?” She asked tentatively.
With a sigh John turned from her, almost huddling in on himself as he looked away. “Just a nightmare. I get them all the time.” He brushed it off, pulling the sheets closer to himself.
Brow furrowed, Ronnie regarded him with some worry; he was clearly rattled after whatever he’d dreamt. After a pause, she prodded further- “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.” He snapped coldly, still unwilling to look at the deputy.
V scoffed, wondering why she even bothered as she reached for her boot once more. She set the sole on the knee of her jeans, straightening out the laces after having taken them off in a hurry the night before. She almost jumped when she felt a gentle touch on her arm, but instead she turned once more.
“I’m sorry I snapped, Veronica, I had a dream about… them.” Came John’s quiet apology. He looked sincerely into her eyes and the blonde nodded, understanding his meaning.
Only a few times had they spoken of John’s adoptive parents, the Duncans, but each time had revealed to V more reprehensible deeds than the last. The way the pair had tormented John’s childhood, making him confess even to even imaginary sins.
The man searched her eyes for a moment before looking away. His words were that of a desperate man as he pleaded with her, “Please just stay this time. Stay for me. I need you.” He stuttered over the last line, not used to being on the other end of this kind of bargaining.
Seeing how vulnerable her lover was, Ronnie finally nodded and set down her shoe again. The pair stayed where they were a moment, the idea of this new intimacy presenting its own challenge. She bit her lip uneasily as she crawled back into the bed, finally coming to rest against the headboard. John still sat next to her, watching her movements as though he wasn’t sure he was welcome sitting next to her.
Once she was settled, she put an arm around the brunet’s shoulders, drawing him closer to her. He let himself be guided by her, his head resting against her chest. John was stiff for only a moment before he relaxed into her, the warmth of his body meeting her own.
John wrapped his arms around Veronica, holding her close. “Your heart is racing..” He murmured, eyes closed as he listened to the blood pounding through her arteries. Her face flushed, and she didn’t reply.
The two sat like that for a long time, eventually settling into one another. V ran a hand through his soft locks, not yet slicked back by the multitude of products he used. Though they exchanged no more words, the weight of this moment was lost on neither of them. Veronica knew when it was time, she wouldn’t want to leave; and that was a thought that truly scared her.
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Sick of This
A/N: Modern AU inspired by a random piece of dialogue from TW2 (Roche’s Path) in Vergen when Geralt and Zoltan speak with Yarpen and Burdon (I think). We hear a story about how Geralt took care of Triss while they were travelling together and she had a horrendous illness. I’m working with hybrids of these characters, but primarily drawing on game dynamics with a bit of book influence for Yennefer and some Netflix influence for Triss.
Summary: Geralt and Yennefer are in town for a an important political dinner when Geralt learns that their friend, Triss is down for the count with a terrible stomach flu. With some time to spare, he visits her, intending to stay a short while, but her condition worsens to the point where Geralt feels he can’t leave. Internal and inter-personal conflict arises as Geralt vies to skip dinner in favour of caring for a friend in need.
tl;dr: Going through a relationship rough-patch (again) and realizing you might have feelings for a close friend makes for a difficult night.
Characters/pairings: Geralt x Triss; Geralt x Yennefer; Yennefer x Istrid; Jaskier
Warnings: Infidelity, verbal abuse/toxic partnership, detailed descriptions of vomiting/severe nausea/stomach pain.
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Triss looked down at the illuminated screen of her phone: “In town for a few days,” the text read. “Long story. Yen has a work thing. Anyway, let me know if you want to grab a drink.” The number didn’t belong to a name in her contacts—but then again, Geralt’s number never did. Every few months, he’d get a new pay-as-you-go so that old clients wouldn’t try to contract him under the table. It only took two calls from the same tight-assed, penny-pinching hypocrites who’d tried to low-ball him on his first case to make him realize an ever-changing phone number was a good idea. So: burner phones. As a nice added bonus, it made it harder for the Redanian Secret Service to keep tabs on him which meant a little more… investigative freedom when push came to shove. The few people he ever contacted regularly—Triss, Yennefer, Eskel, Lambert, Jaskier (Vesemir didn’t text)—never bothered putting his number in their contacts. By the time they got around to updating his number, he was changing it within a few weeks anyway. Besides, he insisted it was safer for all of them if they didn’t have his name in their phones in the first place. By now, everyone knew that if they got a text from an unknown number, there was a 99.9% chance it was Geralt.
The toilet gurgled as Triss returned to the sofa with a groan, scrunching her knees up against the pain in her stomach. She checked her phone again: “Only if you’re free, I know Foltest keeps you pretty busy…” She rolled her eyes and replied, “Thanks, Ger. Ordinarily, I could use one right about now, but I’m feeling pretty sick. Think I should stay home </3” She smiled weakly as the text fwiipped its way up the screen. Too bad she was laid up. Would’ve been nice to see him. Her friends always said he was too grumpy and moody to be any fun, but Triss always thought of him as being quite mellow and calming to be around. He never imposed expectations on their time together, unlike her other friends who were always scheming, gossiping, or bitching about their bosses. Just easy conversation and a few good laughs as they caught up on the past few months or years or however long it had been since they last saw each other.
She checked her phone again and fired off a few brief “not today, babes, sorry, I’m just so sick” texts before her mouth started watering again and she headed into the bathroom: a routine by this point. A few girlfriends had offered to keep her company with rom coms and ginger tea, but she was already feeling so exhausted and it was only 1pm. Besides, Triss wasn’t sure she was prepared for anyone other than her cat (who was hiding under the bed) to see her like this: tawny cheeks flushed with fever, tight brown curls haphazardly bunned on top of her head in a pragmatic attempt to keep them out of the toilet and away from her face, frizzy ringlets falling loose down the back of her neck… and she was acutely aware that she smelled of sickness. Her body’s best attempt to rebalance itself meant that her underarms would overpower even her best deodorant. IF, that is, she cared enough to put any on which she Did Not. She was also, like any sensible woman in her current state, not wearing a bra.
Nope. Today was a day of horrendousness. Her phone pinged. “You need anything?”
“A new body might be nice. If you happen to see one that would suit me… 😝”
The fwoop! came in before her screen went dark: “LOL, I’ll see what I can find. Any preferences?”
Triss smiled despite the pain in her stomach. “Hmmm I did always want to be a physiotherapist. Oooh! Or a gymnast!” Fwiip!
Fwoop! “Still at your same place? I can send it by courrier. Should get there before 3:00”
Triss was trying hard to come up with a witty enough comeback, but her head was starting to ache. Hmmm. Yes, body, I would love to hydrate you, but you keep rejecting everything I put inside you. “Ugh,” she groaned again and made her way to the toilet. When she got back a few fruitless minutes later, she checked her phone again. Nothing. She just replied, “Thanks, Ger. BRB, going to go die now. When the courier gets here, just tell him to transfer my soul into the new body. I’ll leave it under the Welcome mat.” The TV flipped on as its owner began the endless Netflix Scroll of Indecision. She finally settled on Blue Planet for the 50th time hoping that slow-moving sea blobs would be soothing in some way.
It didn’t. Another excruciating hour of bathroom visits every ten-to-fifteen-minutes had her googling ‘pressure points to relieve nausea’ by 2:30. She had just pinched a spot on her wrist between her thumb and forefinger when she heard a soft knock on her door. “Ugh, no, GO AWAY! LEAVE ME TO DIE IN PEACE!” she called out from her nest on the sofa. It was too late. The she heard the door brush against the spongy beige carpet as someone poked their head inside, “Triss?” It was Geralt.
“Oh gods, no, Geralt, stay back, save yourself!”
He gave a low chuckle and Triss already felt a little better. How does he always manage to do that? “I don’t have a new body for you, but I might have the next best thing. Permission to enter?”
Triss let out a rueful groan, “Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She heard him step in quietly and toe off his shoes as the door closed. A second later, he came around the corner with a Rexall bag in hand. He’d been to a barber recently, and his silvery hair was looking more stylish than usual—cut shorter on the sides and stylishly swept back from his face. Paired with his dark-teal flannel shirt and grey denim jeans, Triss thought he looked unusually striking.
Geralt tilted his head sympathetically at the sight before him. Triss was bundled on the sofa in an oversized sleep shirt and sweatpants, fuzzy socks bunched around her ankles, and what looked like any and all home remedies gathered around her: hot water bottle, cold pack, three mugs of tea (ginger, peppermint, and chamomile by the smell of them), a glass of ice water, a barely-touched bowl of chicken broth, a mangled bag of oyster crackers, and a thermometer.
“You’re really down for the count, huh? Got a fever?” before she could object, the back of Geralt’s hand was on her forehead. It felt cool and refreshing against the dry heat of her face as he assessed her condition. “Meh. Could be better, could be worse.”
“I could’ve told you that,” Triss retorted with a halfhearted smile. “Ugh… sorry, um, I have to…” she pointed towards the bathroom and Geralt raised his hands (‘say no more’) as his friend scuttled exhaustedly around the corner. He busied himself with watching manta rays gliding through the open ocean until he heard the toilet flush and Triss emerged again, looking ragged and a little sheepish. “Sorry,” she said, pouring herself back onto her nest of blankets and stuffed animals.
Geralt shrugged, “No need to be, you’re sick. Here,” he reached into the pharmacy bag and brought out a box of ginger Gravol tablets and a medium-sized bottle of Cherry Punch Pedialyte—she was allergic to most over-the-counter cold and flu medication.
“Geralt, you didn’t have to do all this for me. How did you even know I had the stomach flu?”
He looked over her shoulder at her laptop which was still open to the page of various nausea-relieving pressure points, “Hm. You should have this stuff around anyway,” he paused as Triss swallowed heavily and went to the bathroom again. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to take care of herself, her mother had been a nurse practitioner for heaven’s sake. Still, Geralt was never one to leave a friend in need if there was something he could do about it. A particularly visceral sound drew him from where he was perched on the arm of the sofa. Triss was crouched on the bathroom floor, shivering with her forehead resting on her elbows over the toilet bowl. She spat. Geralt sat on the edge of the bathtub. “How long has it been like this?”
“Since about... 10am,” she managed to get out before her entire body heaved. Geralt instinctively reached out to place a hand on her back. She didn’t object. She never objected to these little shows of affection from Geralt. There was always something reassuring about them, and it felt particularly nice to be reminded that she wasn’t alone just now.
Geralt rubbed slow circles across her back as he coaxed her through retching and dry heaves. “You know you could've just asked.”
“I know but—”
“Stubborn?”
“Uh-huh,” Triss admitted, sitting back on her heels and flushing the mostly-empty toilet. “Besides, the last thing you need is to be taking care of a gross friend right before getting ready for a fancy business gala.
“You clearly don’t know just how little I’m looking forward to this evening,” Geralt grumbled, passing Triss a cool glass of water to rinse with.
“Not looking forward to talking the talk, Mr. Slick P.I.?” Triss’s eyes gave a twinkle as her freckled cheeks pulled into a cheeky smirk.
Even when she’s a mess she still finds a way to light up. Geralt furrowed his brow at his own thoughts. Where did that come from? “You know how it is, all this high-society stuff, rubbing elbows, laughing at tasteless jokes. It’s just not me. But Yen—well…” he sighed heavily, “I dunno. She’s right in that it’s a good way to get the information we need, stay visible to the right people but… I shouldn’t be talking to you about this. I know she’s your friend.”
Triss raised an eyebrow, “Oh, go on. Trust me, there’s nothing you can say about Yennefer of Vengerberg that will surprise me. Besides, you’re my friend, too.”
“Hm.” Geralt stared down and fiddled with his crossed thumbs. “Lately I can’t get anything right. I’m always asking the wrong questions, or I’ll try and talk to her about something I want us to work on and it’s never worded the right way and then it just turns into a fight which is what I want to stop doing in the first place. And then I’m either too sensitive or not sensitive enough and… it’s like she has a set of rules inside her head she won’t tell me about. Feels like it’s harder than it should be. But who am I to know?”
“I’m sorry, Geralt. Yennefer can be so unfair sometimes. I don’t think she understands how much she can push against the people she cares about. It’s one thing to be a friend, at least I can take a breather every now and then if I need to. But it’s different for you. You don’t like taking time apart.” Triss offered an apologetic smile before groaning and leaning back over the toilet and Geralt’s hand took up its place on her back again as he worked her through another round.
Geralt’s phone rang as Triss flushed the toilet. “Sorry, it’s Yen. I should take this. Be right back. Yen? Yeah, I’m with Triss, got a stomach thing, I stopped by to bring her some...” his voice disappeared around the corner as he went into the bedroom. Triss couldn’t make out their whole conversation, but it sounded tense. The phrase, “...just trust me to dress myself, I’m not a—,” came through the drywall. Triss sighed sympathetically. It certainly hadn’t been smooth sailing for the two of them. Geralt had his own flaws and foibles in the romance department—he could be callous and insensitive in favour of honesty at times, and never shied away from pushing buttons—but Yennefer was mercurial, brazen, rash, and brutal; all excellent qualities for a powerful and influential chief advisor. But as much as Geralt was his own handful, she’d never known him to willfully hurt someone he cared about, and was quick to apologize when he did.
When Geralt came back, Triss was trying to push herself to standing. He caught her as she swayed on her unsteady legs. “Whoa, whoa, Triss, easy. Here, sit back down, wait here for a second.” Triss did as she was told and settled miserably back onto the bathroom floor. Geralt immediately returned with two blankets before disappearing again. A few minutes later, he returned once more with a tea tray on which was balanced Triss’s laptop, a small glass of Pedialyte on the rocks, the pack of gravol, and the box of oyster crackers.
Triss let out a soft giggle, “What is this?”
“You need to try and get something in you. Might not be pretty at first, but if you don’t get some fluids soon, you’re going to be in bigger trouble.”
“Really. I had no idea. I can take care of myself, you know… sorry that was,” Triss sighed. “It’s been a long day
Geralt hunkered down next to her on the floor on top of a throw pillow, “Hey, I get it. But that’s not why I’m here. Just because you can doesn’t mean you have to. So take this, with a sip of this,” he handed her a blister pack of the Gravol and the glass of Pedialyte, “and let’s see if you can keep it down.”
“Cherry Punch. How did you know this was my favourite?” Triss could no longer hide the fondness that was welling up despite her unrelenting discomfort and growing exhaustion. Geralt gave a muted smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “How’s Yennefer?”
The lines on Geralt’s face became more pronounced, “She’s… fine.” Triss tilted her head (‘really?’) and Geralt relented, “There’s a chance Istrid will be there tonight.”
“The head of the Archeological Association? I don’t get it, what’s he got to do with you and Yennefer?”
Triss could guess the answer from Geralt’s pause. His words merely confirmed it, “They have history.”
“You don’t think that Yennefer will—I mean, she wouldn’t—”
“She has. She doesn’t know that I know, but…” Triss’s heart sank. “I don’t know why I’m waiting for her to tell me. Guess I don’t want her to feel like I went out of my way to find her at fault—which I didn’t, by the way. I found out by accident.”
“I’m sorry, Ger.” The weight of Triss’s head against his shoulder brought Geralt out of his daze and he looked down at the messy updo of mahogany hair. He smiled again, a delicate, private, unconscious thing that sparked from an unconscious uplifting somewhere in the middle of him and pulled the corners of his eyes. He thought about ignoring it, not wanting to have to go digging inside himself for what it meant. Instead he wrapped an arm around Triss’s shoulder and pecked a chaste kiss to the top of her head.
“How’re you feeling?”
The answer to that question proved complicated. Triss’s spirits were a bit better thanks to Geralt’s stubborn-yet-easygoing caretaking. But the introduction of contents into her contrary stomach was yielding less-than-desirable consequences. Painful cramps persisted between more frequent bouts of vomiting—which by this point was mostly dry-heaves followed by the occasional expulsion of bile. Meanwhile it was 5:30 and Geralt’s phone beeped a notification. He checkecked the screen with one hand while he soothed Triss with the other: Where are you??? Yen. Who else could it be? He’d have to call her.
“Geralt, go! Really, I’ll be fine I promise. You’ve got to rub elbows and laugh at bad jokes, remember?” Triss propped herself up on wobbly elbows over the toilet bowl, not trusting the wave to be over.
Geralt was already dialling. Triss heard the faint echo of her friend’s voice on the other line as she answered with, ‘Where the HELL are you?’
“I’m still with Triss, Yen. Things aren’t looking good here, she’s just gotten worse. If I can’t—Yen, listen if she doesn’t—if she doesn’t get any fluids in her I’ll need to take her to the hospital.” Geralt pulled an apologetic face and Triss gave him a reassuring wave that she’d be fine if he stepped out for a minute. “Yen, please, I thought we talked about this, please don’t use that tone, it makes me feel…” The conversation continued, though this time in the living room: “I know this is an important night for us to both be there, Yen, you’ve been reminding me for the last month, but I can’t just leave until… what’s that supposed to mean? That’s not—no, hang on, that’s not fair, Yen… Well if you already don’t believe me I don’t—Okay, then you tell me what I’m supposed to say! I’m tired of this, Yennefer, I am so. Exhausted trying to figure out exactly what to say in order for you to not react like this every time I… can I finish?...”
Geralt was pacing back-and-forth now, and Triss could tell from the tone on the other end of the line that Yennefer wasn’t backing down anytime soon, “Geralt, if you don’t leave Triss’s apartment and come back here and get dressed this instant, I swear I will—”
Geralt paused outside the bathroom door for Triss to flash a wilted thumbs-up as she tried to drink more Cherry Punch Pedialyte, “Or you’ll what, Yen? Count to ten and then chuck me in the coi pond? I—you know what?” he moved back into the living room, “No, you know what? How ‘bout this: I’m staying here with our friend who needs help, and you can go to this big event, embarrassment free, and do what you do best without the big idiot holding you back. Whatever needs to get done at this dinner tonight, I bet you’ll do better on your own than worrying about me screwing something up.”
Triss heard his phone flip shut followed by a heavy sigh before his sock feet padded back into the bathroom. Unfortunately, just then, her suspicions about not being finished proved correct as her mouth, once again, began to water. Thankfully Cherry punch wasn’t nearly as bad coming back up as other flavors were known to be. In less than a second, Geralt was there with a warm hand and a blanket around her shoulders. They didn’t talk much over the next little while as Geralt continued his attempts to soothe Triss’s stomach enough to hold something down. After an hour, Triss finally was able to rest a little, albeit still in quite a bit of pain. But with the toilet no longer an ongoing necessity, the sofa once again became a viable option. Geralt scooped up the blanketed bundle and carried her back into the living room to continue their journey under the sea, complete with cold compress and bendy straw.
By 7:30 Triss hadn’t needed the toilet at all in the last hour, and some of her stomach pain was starting to diminish. However, she was still shivering and achy, and not interested in food. She kept insisting that Geralt had time to meet Yennefer at the gala, that she would be perfectly fine on her own, but Geralt wasn’t convinced. Showing up now would not only put Yennefer in the awkward position of having to save face by not murdering him in cold blood in front of a dozen or more foreign dignitaries, but it would also mean having to face Istrid who, if he wasn’t already, would doubtlessly be very interested to hear Yennefer’s thoughts on a great number of things before the night was over. Geralt didn’t trust himself not to do something he’d regret—or at least that Yennefer would regret.
Another hour in and Triss was starting to perk up: minimal stomach pain, and she was making a decent dent in her Cherry Punch. Geralt decided it was time for a little chicken soup. He made a freezer pizza for himself and cracked a beer while he warmed up a can of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle, ladelling out all the broth into a mug for Triss so she wouldn’t be tempted to eat more than she could handle. Geralt had only one goal for her tonight: keep everything down. If she could do that, then he had at least been able to do something for her. If not… Geralt tried very hard not to listen to the voice that said, ‘then you’re no use for anyone’ in the back of his mind. Thankfully, Triss finished her broth without concern and he didn’t have to worry about that voice for the time being. Instead, he settled a little deeper into the sofa cushions as Triss resumed a comfortable spot against his shoulder.
After another little while, a miracle happened: Triss started to have fun. That characteristic sparkle came back to her eyes, and the two friends quickly began to actively enjoy their evening. They watched The Fellowship of the Ring and took a drink of beer or Pedialyte every time Frodo had a dramatic closeup, was stabbed, or rolled his eyes for dramatic effect. Geralt microwaved a bag of popcorn, and Triss cautiously had a few oyster crackers as they laughed and caught up. Finally. It may not have been the original vision for what drinks and casual hangs would look like, but it was good. It was nice. Relaxed, and pleasant. Easy. Geralt’s mind wandered as the Fellowship fled the Balrog, and he didn’t notice the little line his thumb was leaving on Triss’s blanket as it traced up and down her shoulder. He also didn’t think twice when she shifted, half-asleep, to lie her head in his lap and his hand moved to the curve of her waist. It wasn’t until he looked down in the direction of soft snoring that he was reminded exactly who was lying in his lap.
His initial thought was, ‘shit,’ as he slowly removed his hand from her waist, not wanting to wake her, but also not knowing what to do. It was suddenly all so intimate, though he didn’t quite know why. As he watched her, peacefully asleep in his lap, he realized he didn’t want to break away. Didn’t want to wake her to adjust to a more ‘appropriate’ orientation. He touched her shoulder again. That was nice. That felt… nice. She stirred, and Geralt wondered if she was comfortable as he brushed a tight ringlet behind her ear. She smiled in semi-consciousness and his heart sang. This was bad. This was very very bad. He reached for the remote and flicked the tv off. It was after midnight, and high time everyone went to bed. Alone.
That was the only option. Right? In theory, no. There was another option, and a significant part of Geralt wanted to go with that one, stay in this soft warm place where everything felt easier… where he felt happy. But a louder part of him knew that wasn’t right, wasn’t fair; that even if he was unhappy—even if Yennefer had spent the night with Istrid (Geralt tried not to think about that). The bottom line was Triss felt well enough that he no longer needed to stay with her to make sure she was alright. That was why he’d come. If he stayed for other reasons, it wouldn’t be fair to anyone. End of discussion.
“Triss,” Geralt murmured, rousing her as gently as he could.
“Hmm?” Her eyes fluttered open to see Geralt staring down at her. She didn’t remember lying down in his lap, but she must have just before she fell asleep. “Did I fall asleep on you?”
Geralt’s eyes crinkled, “Hm. Yeah. You were pretty out of it.”
“Ah, shit, I’m so sorry!”
“You needed the rest. Wouldn’t be the first time someone’s passed out on me, and you’re significantly easier to deal with than Lambert.”
Triss bunched her blankets around her shoulders and shivered sleepily, “You should go. Yennefer’s probably waiting for you.”
“Hm. Yeah, probably,” Geralt heaved himself off the sofa as Triss released her hair and gathered her nest to head to the bedroom. Geralt waited until she was bundled in bed. “All set?”
A little smile peeked over the tops of the covers, “Mmmhmm, thanks.”
“Need anything else?”
“No, I’m good. Goodnight, Ger.”
“Goodnight, Triss,” Geralt flicked off the light. In the entranceway, he paused with his hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and left, locking the door behind him and putting the key back in its usual hiding place. Enough now. Done. He was determined that whatever he had felt, whatever warm, unexpected thing had bubbled to the surface, would forever exist behind that locked door, frozen in time. A blip. The important thing was nothing was acted on. Not really. At worst, they wandered into a grey area by accident. These things happen. The key now was not to dwell on it, to move forward.
Geralt’s stomach soured as he slid his keycard into the slot of room 622. The lock clicked open as the little light on top flashed green and Geralt turned the handle, closing the door behind him as quietly as he could. He toggled the dimmer switch next to the door; the lowest setting would give him enough light to get changed without waking up—Yen? The bed was empty, still freshly turned-down, with his pre-approved evening attire laid out as he had suspected. He fucking hated that tie. He put the suit back in the garment bag from whence it came and checked his phone. Nothing. No texts, no missed calls. Might still be out. It wasn’t unusual for these events to turn into afterparties which was where most of the juicy information was gathered. He hit speed-dial.
“Hi, Jaskier? It’s—yeah, hi. Listen. Are things still going over there? I just—hm? Yeah, she’s doing okay now. Took awhile for me to get anything in her, but no hospital visit so… yeah, she finally got to sleep just as I was heading out, made sure she was hydrated and had a little something… I’m sure she’d appreciate that… Actually, that’s why I’m calling, I just got back and she’s not in, I was wondering if you knew where she…When?…Okay…No, archeology… Mmm no, they’re very different fields. Nevermind, thanks, Jas…Yeah, no it’s, um, I just wanted to make sure that she was okay. Didn’t want to bug her in case she was in the middle of—something. Yeah… Well don’t let me interrupt that. Okay, all the best. Go get ‘em tiger. ‘Night.”
Geralt tossed his phone on the bed and flopped heavily on top of the duvet and rubbed a hand over his face.
“Goddamnit, Yen.”
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A dove silently perched upon Candlelit Cove’s mossy exterior, staring intently down at the virtue seated cross legged in the sand gathering the offerings the humans spared last night. Another joined curiously — then another — a fourth, a fifth . . . until the sixth holy bird had decided to sit right next to the observant, young angel, gleaming up at her with a gentle joy.
Startled, the woman practically flung herself into the bed of salty sand on her back, wax and specks of embers sputtering as if they too had the sentience of astonishment — and upon slowly looking up as a peculiar silhouette shaded the sun’s rays on a melting body, the female was met with an all too familiar face. Locks of brilliant chestnut curled slightly and torrented down slim shoulders carefully draped with a scarf of the softest sepia, the archangel’s sea blue robes flowing gracefully and slowly with the Caribbean’s shallow breeze.
She was, in the most simplest way, the most gorgeous being Candlelight ever laid eyes upon.
“ Hello, little light. Tis been a while, nay ? “
The archangel’s voice was just as echoey and phantasmagorical as Eleanor’s — but held much more authority in her wake. An appearance that gave off the impression of a lamb and a dove bathing in the fountain of youth, but if one were to get too close and attempt to underestimate the being, she’d easily become a lioness prowling in her respective den, guarding her growing cubs. A breathtaking garden filled to the brim with the most awing, silky roses, but also threatening with so many pointed thorns.
Eleanor always looked up to the elder. She lacked the authority and warrior spirit the archangel earned, but surpassed her in motherly instinct and caretaking.
“ . . Virtue Candlelight ? Helloooo ? Are you going to talk to me or continue to gawk like you always do when I pay a visit ? “
“ A - Ah — “
Before she could reply, the virtue jolted at the feeling of the other’s pale palms caressing waxy cheeks, a golden blush blooming in return. Warmth . . . a warmth greater than sunbathing, a warmth more welcoming than her own cathedral. The elder angel let out a laugh, her enchanting grin matching an equally adoring expression that Eleanor had came to habitually adopt.
“ . . Mother ? “
“ Is that what you settled on now ? You are my daughter ? “
“ My apologies, I — am I not allowed to say that ? Would you rather be addressed as your title then ? “
“ Little light, we are on a completely different plane of existence from heaven, you are allowed to do as you please. Prithee, no need for formalities. Besides . . . none of us are actually related — nor do we even have a gender. We can be whatever we want to be. “
A wink, then the woman comfortably sat next to the smaller subject, taking the liberty in pulling the speechless female closer. The Caribbean waters suddenly became much more clearer — nearly transparent, even. Sparkling like bubbling champagne, nautical life skeptically swam closer to investigate what was causing the ocean to heal, the fish also caught in a state of bewitching mesmerization.
She had that effect on people. Humans and angels. Upon entrance, even when she insisted it wasn’t needed, lesser subjects would immediately fall to their knees and bow in respect. Humans would ask for inspiration and guidance on emotions. The sea would embrace her like a blanket in the heart of the winter.
She was the truest element of water and lovingkindness in one of the highest factions in the choir. One that was the closest to Earth and humanity and roamed the planet freely rather than being tasked to. One that fought tooth and nail to protect both humanity and the heavens with her loyal scepter.
“ Do you enjoy it here on Earth ? The humans are quite a gift, are they not ? “
Kicking her mind back into gear, Eleanor finally shook her head indecisively,
“ . . I . . am unsure. I suppose I would have enjoyed it much better if I wasn’t tasked to babysit the inhabitants and have limitations put into place that I cannot return to the full extent of heaven until I reach a high grade. It’s more of a chore than vacation. And you come here frequently to perform tasks for the humans ? How ? “
“ Child, I’ve been doing this for decades. The humans are my specialty. And you decided on the most difficult place on Earth, little light, what did you expect ? You knew the Caribbean was infested with darkness. “
“ I did. I didn’t think it would be this — this . . “
“ Atrocious ? Insane ? Ridiculous ? “
“ Aye to all of those, but at the same time, those are some heavy adjectives. I prefer difficult. “
Another laugh, this time shared. The tides of the ocean lapped at their bare feet and began to tumble, laughing with them.
“ But you cannot lie to me, Candlelight — you are enjoying it here. If you weren’t, you would have been begging for me to come get you just like when you were younger, calling out for me in an ‘ emergency ‘ when you didn’t have the heart to tell the other angels you didn’t want to spend any more time together. “
The golden blush Eleanor held before now darkened, her head slumping into her shoulders as if she were a turtle retracting into her shell,
“ H - Hey, hey now ! They spoke so much, I couldn’t stand it ! I needed an excuse ! What, did you come to visit after all this time just to bully me ? ! “
“ Heavens no, you dramatic child ! You always had a knick for the theatrics but now you’re just being absurd ! I came here to check on you ! “
“ And clearly you need a sense of humor because you still never understand my sarcasm ! “
A pause, the two glowering at one another — then hearty laughter, falling into a loving embrace. The ocean cackled louder.
“ . . I’ve missed you, mother. “
“ I’ve missed you as well, my child. “
“ Will you visit me more often ? “
“ . . I wish I could, Candlelight. You know how busy it is. “
Right. She never had any time.
“ I understand . . at least I have your doves. “
“ And I have your tallows. “
Already rising to her feet, the archangel sighed and called back four of her messenger doves, the birds perching upon her shoulders and head.
“ It was very pleasant to see you for a short time. Do send me letters ! I’ll have my doves pick them up whenever you see fit. You know I’m just a quill away. “
“ I know, mother. “
“ . . You will do just fine, Candlelight. I know you will. I didn’t teach you the basics for thriving on Earth with the humans for nothing. “
“ I know, mother, but — but at least you have a human disguise. You can blend in so effortlessly and just be a human. I don’t have that gift . . “
“ Nay, but you do have my blessing of empathy and emotions, the two things the humans heavily rely on. And you know what those two factors create ?
Love, Candlelight. It blossoms a beautiful flower of pure love.
And without love, the humans fall into horrible despair. Love is what this singular world revolves around. That is it’s nourishment. That is the sacred, passed on language we taught it. And you have so much of that to offer, I’ve seen it with my own eyes, child. “
Exasperated, Eleanor jumped to her feet,
“ What, so you’re saying just love is going to be my ticket back home ? ! Just — just loving the demented is going to work ? ! That’s what’s going to cure their endless suffering and rage ? ! By loving them ? ! “
Even in the face of frustration the other woman held a potent stance of resilient warmth. Her eyes were half lidded and her lips were curled into the softest of smiles, staring down at the younger angel with her usual look of understanding. A default neutrality.
“ Aye. “
“ . . . How. “
“ You will figure it out, you always do. I cannot simply place the answer in your hands, that would be too easy and you would never learn. “
“ So I’m supposed to continue to spend copious nights groveling over not being able to concoct a remedy for the suffering that’s orchestrating more chaos ? “
“ You don’t have to concoct anything at all. There is no remedy. “
“ . . Let me guess. Love is the cure. “
Another neutral stare, this time her eyes lidding more with playfulness. A question that needn’t an obvious answer.
“ . . Gabriel, that’s insane, and you’re insane. “
“ You’ll figure it out. “
“ yOu’Ll fIgUrE iT oUT. “
With a roll of her eyes at Eleanor’s childish mocking, Gabriel planted a kiss on her forehead — then vanished under the sun’s rays, just like that. The remaining dove on the sand flew up and around Eleanor in a circle, cooing and singing before also vanishing mid flight, a singular feather daintily floating down and landing in her open palm.
The waves stilled and returned to it’s natural mossy tone.
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rosie’s 2020 in a nutshell.
2020 has been a really tough and difficult year for us all and in july i decided to finally bite the bullet and start writing again to cure my boredom and to finally put my little creative bursts out there for someone to enjoy. it’s been hard, to say the least, balancing college, my mental health and physical health for that matter, family and home life and then tumblr. but quite frankly, i wouldn’t change it for the world, it’s one of the best decisions i’ve made - i’ve met so so so many great and wonderful people here and i couldnt ever thank them enough for these past five months. so here’s a little shoutout to people who hold a special place in my heart as well as a few of some of my favourite fics —
@heartyyjeno @atbzkingdom @chaoticdeobi @juyeonzz @sunlightwoo @the-romantiques @tbzwurld @uwu0clock @prettyju @hyeyoonwrites @cappujinho @chwe-yeeun @claire @mai @p @fuwa @lsangyeons @mae-gi-writes @prettyskz @honeycobie @honeynyu @sankyeom @moondustaeil @meltingjukyu
ps, im sorry if i missed anyone huhu >< i’m sleep deprived and am not in my right state of mind skdjskjd. i hope you all (including my readers) have a merry christmas and a happy new year. hopefully 2021 has more positivity than this year and that we can go into 2021 wishing all the best. you deserve it. i love you all and am grateful for each and every one of you. (also, special mention to @neoskidz for dealing with my indecisive and impulsive ass for going on hiatus constantly. thankyou for creating such a positive platform for deobis. i cherish you :3)
bea - @chaoticdeobi
my lil beaby. my other half. i’m so happy and grateful to have met you, someone so caring, understanding, thoughtful, trusting and trustworthy, perfect lil bean. i adore you with my whole heart. thankyou for being my lil ray of sunshine. my chaotic sister, thankyou. and ily. mwah :3
sleigh the runway // chanhee
3:12pm // changmin
qiu - @juyeonzz
we haven’t spoken in a hot minute but when we do, it never feels awkward or uncomfortable, it’s like catching up with an old friend. you’re someone ive always looked up to, from the start, you’ve always been someone i can rely on and go to because of your comforting and loving aura. never stop being you🥰
love hotline // younghoon
cover up // eric
ina - @the-romantiques
we met fairly recently but we click really well. you welcomed me and made me feel comfortable, regardless of the awkward beans we are skjdkskd, you’re like my distant older sister. someone who i love dearly and i need to speak to you constantly to know you’ll be there for me, to care for me and support me. i’m really grateful for you. truly
a cup of decency // sunwoo
burried memories // jacob
alesha - @heartyyjeno
my lil buddy. my first tumblr (and deobi) friend. starting from when you first messaged me regarding my eric pfp and we bonded over how sharp his jawline was. and then you forgot who i was 😔🤚🏼 regardless, you’re one of the few people of whom i feel completely safe with, i don’t trust many people and have a hard time opening up, but with you it’s different and i couldnt possibly thank you enough. my lil baby, we protecc and we love 🥰💜
never let you go // changmin
best accident ever // juyeon
dee - @atbzkingdom
mamacita~ bbyg~ i still, to this day, feel guilty for mixing your name up >< but it’s what you signed up for i guess ;) you’re someone i truly felt intimidated by at first, you’re just so talented and loving and sweet and uGh i can’t possibly put into words how much i adore you. even when we talk, i miss you, dang it why you gotta be so darn cute😔🤚🏼 hehe ily. thankyou for being there for me, always.
melodic grandiose // sangyeon
twist of fate // kevin
lisa - @cappujinho
lisa! we don’t talk often, but i feel like we’re fairly similar, we both like our own space and prefer to be left alone but also like that balance of talking to friends and hyping one another up. i appreciate you. quite frankly, i’ve loved and have been reading your works for a couple of years and i didn’t actually think you’d reply to me >< i’m your biggest supporter🥰✨
punch confessions // optional bias
@prettyju
you call me a baby 24/7 but you’re the baby!! you have this comforting and supportive aura around you, your heart is too big for your body, like when you feel sad when i don’t sleep enough, it means a lot to know you care about me as much as i care about you. you’re truly irreplaceable. ily lots🥰
riane - @honeycobie
last, but definitely not least. my baby. my actual baby. i would die for you - quite literally. i’m so happy to have met you, to have gotten to know you. you’re my safe space when i need to relax, you’re so easy to talk to and to get along with and sometimes i forget i’m older because you’re so wise and intelligent and just absolutely magnificent. you know ily right? you should! because i absolutely do. never forget that😙💜
heal // sunwoo (ps, i will never get over the HURT i felt reading this story. literal tears, cried for a solid half an hour)
convenience store // haknyeon
belle - @sankyeom
my precious belle. did i tell you that whenever i think of you, i think of a fairy?? we talk from time to time and quite frankly, talking to you feels like a breath of fresh air after spending hours couped up in a stuffy room. i always enjoy talking to you, reading your work and overall just being able to know you’re doing okay makes me happy. continue being awesome. ily🥰❤️
batter up! // eric
let’s play pretend // hyunjae
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(ray) welcome to london, ELENA GILBERT! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like NINA DOBREV? well, no matter, we hear that you are 29 and working as a DOCTOR. we also hear that you currently HAVE SOME OF your memories from THE VAMPIRE DIARIES and have a tendency to be EMPATHETIC as well as INDECISIVE.
(ray) welcome to london, PEACH SALINGER! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like SHAY MITCHELL? well, no matter, we hear that you are 33 and working as an INTERIOR DESIGNER. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from YOU and have a tendency to be POISED as well as JUDGEMENTAL.
— WELCOME TO LONDON, elena gilbert & peach salinger! you look very familiar, do we know you from somewhere? anyways, take your time settling in because whether you want to or not, it looks like you’re going to be living here for awhile! // welcome ray, please be sure to follow our checklist here. welcome to the group!
#multifandom rp#mumu rp#fandom rp#city rpg#the vampire diaries rp#elena gilbert#tvd rp#fandom rpg#au rpg#town rp#netflix's you rp#you rp#peach salinger#au rp#oc rp#wal: accepted
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It’s Nothing
Characters: Steve X Williams!Reader, BrotherDanny, Chin Go Kelly
Word Count: 1612
Warnings: Angst, Language, Hurt Reader, Fluff ending
A/N: Sorry it took so long. I kept changing my mind on A lot of the details.
Feedback is always welcome, the good and bad. It helps me as a newbie writer. Requests are open, I do take a little while to write so keep that in mind. Tags are also open for future fics.
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You knew taking a job with your brother was a bad idea, but add your boyfriend into the mix. You were just about to go insane. You love both of them but you were just happy that you were partnered with Chin for this case.
You and Chin were currently doing a house search. While Danny and Steve checked the guest house.
Chin was in the kitchen, when you moved to the stairs.
"Chin I'm going upstairs"
"Kitchens clear. I'm right behind you."
"Guys the guest house is clear. We are on our way." Danny came over your headsets.
"Got it." Both you and Chin said as you got to the top of the stairs.
You and Chin split up to check the rooms faster. As you reached your last room, Chin was still checking his. You opened the door to see someone taking a bag from under the desk.
"5-O hands up."you said as you aimed your gun at the man, he complied.
"Move around the desk slowly, then get down on the ground." You reached up to your headset, "Chin, I got him in the office."
"I'm coming."
The man slowly moved around the desk but booked it for the open balcony door. You instantly ran after him. As you got to the door, you saw him jump over the railing. Without thinking you jumped off after him. You were able to make the landing.
"Chin, he jumped off the balcony. He's heading towards Main Street. Grab the car."
"Got it."
"Y/N, did we just see you jump off the balcony?" Steve chimed in.
"Yes you did, and kinda chasing the bad guy at the moment."
After this the only talking was location updates.
When you finally caught up to the suspect, he was trying to catch his breath and trying to hide behind a tree. You slowed down to sneak up behind him. You reached up and grabbed his shoulder. He sipped around to punch you. You ducked just in time, his hand kept going and he punched the tree. You kick his feet out from underneath him, instantly dropping him.
You pulled your gun from your thigh holster.
"Put your hands behind your back. If you try anything I will shoot you."
Chin came up from behind you, "that was awesome."
You kneel down to cuff him when you had a surge of pain go through your ankle.
"Son of a Bitch." You cuffed him and handed him over to Chin.
"Are you alright?" He asked you out of concern
"Yeah, sorry I'm just tired and a little out of breath." You smiled and played it off like it was nothing.
After you guys got him to HQ and interrogated, you were able to leave but you waited until everyone else left before you did.
Steve came to your office when he was ready to leave.
"Are you ready to go?"
"No, you go ahead. I have a few things I need to wrap up before I leave."
"Like what?" he stepped into your office.
"Just some paperwork. " fully knowing you had finished your paperwork hours ago.
" You can leave it till tomorrow."
"I have never done that, and I'm not about to start."
" Okay, I'll see you at home." He came over and gave you a quick kiss before he left.
You waited another half hour to make sure Steve was really gone. You got up to leave, trying to keep pressure off your right ankle. You move slowly as you go around to lock up and leave.
When you got out to your truck, you had to lean on it to rest your ankle. You had to do this a few times on the way to your truck.
"Why did I park so far away?" You said to yourself as you pushed yourself off your truck to leave.
Once in your truck, you realize that you are going to have to drive with your left foot. Which you have never tried before.
"Well this should be interesting." You slowly drove yourself to the hospital. It didn't go as bad as you thought.
After getting checked into Urgent Care, you didn't have to fill out any paperwork only because you had been in there so much all of the staff knew who you were. Not that you wanted to be in there as much as you were, but with the job you do and the people you work with, it's inevitable.
After you were taken back to wait for the doctor, your nurse Leah, was giving you an indecisive look.
"What is it Leah? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, umm it's just they aren't going to let you leave without someone to take you home. So do you want me to call Steve or Danny?"
"Oh, I completely forgot about that." You sighed and your head dropped.
After your exam, you were taken for x-rays just to make sure nothing was broken. The doctor ended up putting you in a boot. Leah came back to take you to the waiting room. You had to wait for him to show up.
About 10 minutes later you see Danny come through the doors. He instantly ran over to you.
"Y/N, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, can we go now I'm tired."
"Umm…" before he could finish Steve came through the doors
"Oh crap."
He did just as Danny did and ran over to you.
"Y/N, why didn't you tell me? I came to your office before I left. I could have brought you here." He had a hurt expression on his face.
"It's not as bad as it looks."
"Not that bad?! Look around, we are in a hospital. You're wearing a boot. Don't tell me it's not that bad." He sighed and dragged his hands down his face. Before he could say anything else Danny stepped in.
"Hey, how about we get you guys home. Steve takes y/n's truck. I will take her home in my car so it's not as hard for her to get in."
You handed your keys over. Steve took them and left. He has never been this upset with you before. Danny helped you to his car. Neither of you said the word until you got on the road.
"Danny why did you call him?"
"What do you mean? He's your boyfriend."
" I had Leah call you for a reason." You put your head down. "I knew he would be upset. I just didn't want him to worry about me."
"This is Steve we are talking about. No matter what you do, he's going to worry about you. How do you think walking into the house with a boot on would have gone?"
"I would have handled it." You looked back at Danny and sighed. "I really messed up didn't I."
"No, I don't think so. You need to talk to him. Also don't keep things from him. Or me for that matter."
Soon after that Danny was pulling up outside your house. Steve was waiting in the front lawn ready to help you inside.
"Goodnight Y/nn."
"Goodnight Danno."
Steve came around to help you out of the car and inside. As he was locking the door, you attempted the stairs. You made it up two steps before you felt a hand on your back and the other behind your knees. Steve carried you up the stairs to the bedroom. He placed you on the bed, went to his dresser and pulled out one of his shirts for you. He knows it makes you feel better after a bad day.
You carefully take the boot off so you can change into a pair of sleep shorts. After changing he went and grabbed an extra pillow for your ankle. After he was done getting himself ready, he climbed into bed next to you.
"Steve, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just didn't want you to worry."
"It doesn't matter if we are out in the field or in the office. I'm going to worry about you."
"And I love you for that, but you shouldn't have to."
"Well when you pull a stunt like you did today, I feel like I need too."
"I shouldn't have kept it from you. I promise the next time i get hurt I will let you know."
"Just promise me one thing."
"What's that?"
"You won't jump off balconies anymore."
"Oh… I don't know about that. I'm not going to make a promise I can't keep."
"Fair enough. Just try then."
"Okay. Now we need to try to get some sleep. We have to go to work in like 4 hours."
"No I have to go to work in 4 hours. You're staying home for a few days."
" What! No way. I will go crazy."
"Too bad, you can't even walk normally. You're staying here."
"I can stay in my office and work for my desk."
"You and I both know, if you come to work you're going to try to do a hell of a lot more than just stay at your desk."
"Come on, if you leave me here I will just get in my truck and drive myself." You gave him a smirk and an eyebrow raised.
"Ugh… Fine, but if you leave your desk for anything other than the bathroom or lunch break, I will drag your ass back to bed. And I will take your keys and leave. Deal?"
"Fine."
He gave you a kiss on the forehead before moving closer and wrapping his arms around you.
"I love you Y/n"
"I love you too."
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#hawaii 5-0#steve mcgarrett x reader#steve mcgarrett#danny x sister reader#danny#steve#danny williams#fanfic#fan fiction#fanfiction#sorry for the wait#chin ho kelly#angst with a happy ending#angst
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IVY - THE BOYZ
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STAGE NAME: Ivy (아이비)
KOREAN NAME: Shin Jieun (신지은)
ENGLISH NAME: Ivy Shin
BIRTHDAY: March 5th, 2001
LANGUAGES: English, Korean, Spanish
POSITION(S): vocalist, dancer, maknae
BACKGROUND Growing up in Hawaii, Ivy didn’t know much about her Korean heritage despite being born in Seoul and living there for her first four years of life.
She was thirteen when her family moved back to Korea and was completely entranced by the idol life. Ivy was in choir at her old school and sang for her parents whenever they would ask. She took the chance and auditioned for the least intimidating company she could find.
Cre.Ker took an immediate liking the girl. She was an  excellent performer despite her timid nature. Ivy became a trainee by age fifteen. She was a ray of sunshine in the company and Cre.Ker grew anxious to debut her.
They put together a group of 12 boys but felt like something was missing. In a flash, they put Ivy into the group after already brainstorming everything. She was welcomed with open arms and has found strong bonds with her twelve (eleven, with the departure of Hwall in October of 2019) members.
PERSONALITY
indecisive one of her flaws, ivy has a hard time coming to decisions. she can’t help but let her mind wander as she tries to take in every option. sangyeon helps her make decisions when needed. please don’t ask her what her favorite ___ is, she’ll probably lose sleep thinking about it.
affectionate she is a big hugger! the first thing she does when she wakes up in the morning is give each member a hug. her main love language is physical touch. this translates over to fans. ivy has been known to lean over the fansign table to wrap her arms around TheBs.
competitive now this is a girl who doesn’t like to lose. this is really evident during variety shows and games (such as mafia). all members want to have ivy on their teams because they know she won’t give up.
loving it’s so so sweet how much she loves her members. ivy when viral on twitter one time for a video of her staring at hyung line with heart eyes. she’s constantly checking in on them and they’re always doing the same for her. THE BOYZ are whipped for their maknae, we been knew.
emotional don’t prank ivy, she’ll definitely cry. on a hidden cam they did for her birthday, sangyeon confessed to her that promotions might be cancelled. she did her best to consol him and once he left the room, she broke down into tears. the other members filed in and continued to play up the joke. ivy was quick to hide her tears but she started sobbing when she saw eric’s (fake) tears. they called off the prank immediately and brought her into a group hug. (she cried like a baby into changmin’s shoulder when they won rtk)
FUN FACTS
Ivy is apart of “soulmate line” with Q, Jacob, New, Sunwoo, and Eric
She has a mild fear of deep water
She loves to nap
She is a huge fan of EXO and Lee Sunhee
Ivy prefers fans use her English name as that’s what she’s used to hearing
She can be really shy at first, but is more talkative once she knows you longer
She has stated several times that Q is her best friend within the group
She is the shortest and gets teased often
She is very physically affectionate (she loves to hold hands with fans and her members)
Her personal fans are called vines
Does VLIVES with Jacob and Kevin quite a lot (MoonBaeVy)
Also does VLIVES with Q and New a lot (KyuNyuVy)
She dislocated her shoulder during a performance of Giddy Up
HOBBIES
Sleeping
Crocheting
Randomly harmonizing
Dancing
FACECLAIM: Jeon Somi
VOCALS: SAESONG on YouTube
#the boyz#the boyz imagines#the boyz oc#the boyz female addition#the boyz scenarios#the boyz hyunjae#the boyz kevin#the boyz sangyeon#the boyz jacob#the boyz juyeon#the boyz younghoon#the boyz chanhee#the boyz changmin#the boyz sunwoo#the boyz eric#the boyz haknyeon#kpop oc#kpop female oc#kpop female addition#idol oc
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