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Bulletproof Bonds || Aaron Hotchner

Summary: Request - Maybe a husband!Aaron x Long Time BAU!wife and how there’s a new member to the BAU and she keeps trying to flirt with Aaron but he keeps turning her down🥲 but the new member doesn’t know that Aaron and reader are married, and new member just thinks of reader as competition to get with Aaron, eventually leading to reader getting really mad cause new member does something really stupid on a case that leads to reader almost getting seriously injured??... Read Rest Here

A/N: Really loved writing this one. Hope you all enjoy! Thank you for the request @viscade !

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader,

Word Count: 3.1k

TW: Yelling, gunshot (non wounded)

In the bustling chaos of the BAU bullpen, Aaron Hotchner sat at his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration as he sifted through the multitude of case files scattered before him. A usual sight for the unit chief. The harsh fluorescent lights cast stark shadows across his features, accentuating the lines of exhaustion etched into his face by years of chasing monsters in the dark.

You sat by his side, a silent sentinel amidst the whirlwind of activity. Your own workspace dedicated beside him cluttered with documents and crime scene photos. The faint aroma of stale coffee hung in the air as you both delved into the intricate web of clues left behind by the latest serial killer to plague the streets. It was always so easy with him, your husband. The way the two of you were able to bounce ideas off each other was like none seen before.

The tension in the room was palpable, a heavy weight pressing down on everyone present as they grappled with the enormity of the task at hand. Each unsolved case seemed to loom over them like a specter, a constant reminder of the lives lost and the justice yet to be served. Amidst all the usual chaos, Agent Sarah Miller made her presence known. Her arrival heralded by the soft click of her heels against the linoleum floor. She moved with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, her youthful exuberance a stark contrast to the world-weary countenances of her colleagues. She had no idea what she was getting herself into.

Sarah's eyes lingered on Aaron as she sauntered past his open aired desk, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She was young, ambitious, and hungry for success. Her gaze fixed on the formidable figure of the BAU's leader like a moth drawn to a flame.

Despite Aaron's cold indifference, she persisted in her attempts at flirtation, undeterred by his lack of response. Her tactics were shamelessly transparent, her words dripping with false sweetness as she sought to capture his attention. Agent Sarah Miller yet again walked past Aaron's desk, her gaze lingering on him for a moment too long before she turned her attention to you. There was a subtle flicker of annoyance in her eyes as she took in your presence, her lips curling into a barely concealed sneer.

"Hey, Hotch," she purred, leaning against the edge of his desk with practiced ease. "You must be tired of staring at all those files. Why don't you take a break and grab a coffee with me?" Her eyes kept looking back to you in brief flashes to gauge your reaction. You decided early on after her brazen attempts that you would give her none. A layer of disgust masked on top of the doe eyes she was attempting to give your husband was meant for you. She was very forward, you had to give her that one.

Aaron's response was polite but firm, his tone devoid of any warmth. "I'm sorry, Agent Miller, but I have work to do," he replied, his eyes never leaving the papers in front of him.

Undeterred, Sarah flashed him a flirtatious smile, her gaze lingering on him expectantly. "Maybe some other time, then," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness before she finally strolled away.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at her blatant display of interest, the subtle scoff escaping your lips as you returned your focus to the files sprawled across your desk. "Some profiler she is," you muttered under your breath, the sarcasm dripping from your words like venom. It was a small act of defiance, a way to vent the frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as you watched Sarah's failed attempts at seduction.

Your comment earned a small smirk from Aaron, his lips quirking up in amusement as he glanced up from his work. His eyes met yours, a silent acknowledgment passing between you, a shared understanding of the absurdity of the situation. In that fleeting moment, you found solace in the unspoken reassurance that he was not blind to Sarah's antics, nor was he unaffected by them.

As the tension in the room continued to get heavier, you exchanged a knowing glance with Aaron, the unspoken bond between you speaking volumes. It was a silent reminder of the unbreakable connection that bound you together, a tether grounding you amidst the disarray swirling around you. In that moment, you drew strength from the knowledge that no amount of flirtation from the new agent could ever hope to rival the deep-seated love and loyalty that defined your marriage.

But beneath the surface, resentment simmered, fueled by the blatant disrespect for the boundaries of your marriage. Each lingering glance, each flirtatious comment served as a reminder of the fragile line Sarah was treading, unaware of the storm brewing beneath the calm facade. Yet, as frustrating as her antics were, you knew that the true test of your marriage lay not in her misguided advances but in the unwavering trust and devotion you shared with Aaron. A bond that would withstand any challenge thrown your way.

You had to give the girl credit. She certainly didn’t stop. It was not even an hour later that the girl came crawling right back to him. In the dimly lit bullpen of the BAU, the seasoned agents huddled together, their eyes darting furtively around the room as they exchanged knowing glances. Reid, Garcia, Morgan, and Prentiss stood in a tight circle. Their voices hushed as they leaned in conspiratorially.

"So, who's going to crack first?" Garcia whispered, her eyes sparkling mischievously behind her glasses.

Prentiss smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. "My money's on Y/N. She's got that poker face down pat."

Reid nodded in agreement, adjusting his glasses. "And she's got a wicked sense of humor. I don't think she's sweating it."

Just then, Morgan, ever the observant one, interjected with a grin. "You know what, I'm with both of you on this one. Y/N's handling this like a pro. She's probably just waiting for the perfect moment to drop a witty comeback."

The others turned to look at you, noticing your bemused expression as you observed the scene unfolding with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. The new agent, eager to impress, leaned in a little too close to Hotch, her voice dropping to a suggestive whisper. "So, Hotch, any plans for dinner tonight?"

Hotch glanced up from his paperwork, his expression remaining impassive. "Just finishing up some reports, Agent. Nothing planned."

Undeterred, the new agent persisted, fluttering her eyelashes coyly. "Well, if you change your mind, I know this great Italian place down the street."

Hotch merely nodded, returning his attention to the file in front of him. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, Agent."

Behind his back, the BAU members couldn't contain their laughter, stifling their giggles as they watched the new agent's attempts fall flat. It was clear that Hotch was immune to her charms, his focus unwavering even in the face of relentless flirting.

As Sarah retreated, finally somewhat defeated, the BAU members exchanged triumphant looks, their silent bet settled. Hotch may have been unflappable in the field, but when it came to dodging unwanted advances, he was truly a master of his craft. And you, well, you were just enjoying the show, your amused smile barely masking your annoyance as you watched the scene unfold.

The breaking point came during a particularly intense case, where the unsub's erratic behavior had everyone on edge. You felt the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you moved cautiously through the dimly lit corridors of an abandoned warehouse, every nerve on high alert.

In the heat of the pursuit, Sarah's impulsive decision shattered the fragile equilibrium you had struggled to maintain with your team. Ignoring protocol and disregarding the safety of the team, she charged ahead recklessly, her actions sending shockwaves rippling through your ranks. Bullets flew past you like angry hornets, the deafening roar of gunfire echoing off the walls as chaos descended upon you.

It happened in the blink of an eye, a split-second decision with far-reaching consequences. A bullet sliced through the air like a deadly whisper, its trajectory aimed straight for your chest. But thanks to the protective barrier of your bulletproof vest, the impact was nothing more than a forceful shove, the fabric absorbing the blow with a sickening thud. The impact knocked the wind out of you, pain searing through your body as you stumbled backward, clutching your chest.

As the adrenaline faded and the reality of what could have been sunk in, fury ignited like a wildfire within you. You rounded on Sarah, your voice a crescendo of anger as you unleashed the pent-up frustration that had been building for weeks. Each word was a dagger aimed straight at her heart. Your tone laced with a venomous ferocity that mirrored the intensity of the emotions raging within you.

Coughing up blood, your vision blurred as you struggled to make sense of what had just happened. Anger surged through you like a tidal wave, drowning out the pain as you staggered to your feet. With a primal roar, you lunged at Sarah, grabbing her by the collar with a strength born of desperation.

"What the fuck was that?" you yelled, louder than you ever had before. And certainly not in front of the team. Your voice raw with fury. Each word was a thunderclap, reverberating through the warehouse like a warning shot. "You could have killed me! Or them! Do you even realize what you've done?"

But Sarah's response was a defiant sneer, her gaze unwavering in the face of your righteous indignation. "I did what needed to be done," she spat, her voice laced with arrogance. "I'm not afraid to take risks to get the job done."

The words were like a slap to the face, a cruel reminder of the recklessness that had nearly cost you everything. With all your rage, you shoved her away, your hands trembling with anger as you struggled to contain the tempest raging within you.

"You're a liability," you growled, your voice a low, dangerous whisper. "And if you ever put my life, their lives,” You pointed to Spencer and Emily behind you, “in danger again, I won't hesitate to take you down myself."

As you stood there, trembling with fury and pain, the rest of the team made their way over. You still hasn’t seen Aaron yet but the rest of them looked on in shock and disbelief. Derek surged forward, his strong arms wrapping around you as he pulled you back from the confrontation. "Easy there Y/N," he said, his voice low and soothing as he tried to calm the storm raging within you. "Cool off."

Emily and JJ exchanged worried glances. Finally, Aaron found you after too many moments of losing it in front of everyone. His eyes widened in alarm as he took in the sight of blood staining your lips, his heart clenching with fear at the sight. "What happened?" he demanded. His usually calm voice was laced with urgency as he reached out to gently touch your arm. His fingers trembled against your skin, his touch a comforting anchor in the swirling chaos of the moment.

Still reeling from the confrontation and the shock of narrowly escaping serious injury, Spencer stepped forward, his voice calm but tinged with urgency. "Aaron, Sarah made a nearly fatal mistake," he said, his words cutting through the tension like a knife. "Her impulsive actions endangered everyone on the team, especially Y/N." You were thankful he was willing to step in because you weren’t quite sure if you had the right words.

Aaron's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching with barely contained fury as he turned his gaze on Sarah. The air around him crackled with palpable anger, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. "Is this true?" he demanded, his voice cold and steely as he pinned her with a hard stare.

Sarah shifted uncomfortably under his intense scrutiny, her bravado faltering in the face of his unwavering gaze. "I...I was just trying to apprehend the unsub," she stammered, her voice wavering with uncertainty.

But Aaron's patience had worn thin, his temper flaring like a raging inferno. "You made a reckless decision that put the entire team at risk," he snapped, his voice echoing off the walls of the warehouse. "Until you can prove that you're capable of following protocol and putting the safety of your teammates above all else, you will not be back in the field."

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the consequences of her actions. Sarah's expression fell, her defiance crumbling under the weight of his judgment. It was a harsh lesson, but one that she would need to learn if she ever hoped to earn back the trust of her colleagues and prove herself worthy of wearing the badge.

As Aaron turned away, his attention returning to you with a renewed sense of protectiveness, you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the unwavering support of your team leader and husband. But as you tried to catch your breath, a sudden coughing fit wracked your body, drawing Aaron's attention back to you. Concern flashed across his features, his eyes narrowing with worry as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to steady you.

"Hey sweetheart," he murmured softly, his voice a gentle caress against your ear as he brushed a strand of hair away from your forehead. "Let's get you checked out, alright?"

You attempted to speak, but the coughing fit continued, leaving you gasping for air. So, you shook your head in protest. You were fine and you knew it, but the damn bullet hit you right in the lung leaving you gasping for air. Aaron's worry deepened, his brow furrowing with concern as he knelt down beside you, his hands hovering anxiously over your shoulders.

"Honey, just breathe," he urged, his voice filled with tenderness as he placed a comforting hand on your back. "We'll get you to the hospital, and they'll take care of you. I promise." It wasn’t usual that he dropped those sweet terms of endearment to you in front of the team, but he couldn’t really care. Not when he could’ve lost you.

Despite your protests, Aaron's determination remained steadfast. With gentle insistence, he scooped you up in his arms, cradling you against his chest with a strength born of love and concern. "You're going to the hospital," he declared, his voice unwavering as he carried you towards his SUV. “I’m not taking no for an answer sweetheart."

As Aaron settled into the driver's seat beside you, his eyes flickered with concern as he stole glances, his hand reaching out to brush against yours in a silent gesture of reassurance. But despite his unwavering determination to get you to the hospital, you couldn't help but feel a stubborn sense of resistance bubbling within you.

"I'm fine, Aaron," you insisted, your tone tinged with frustration as you crossed your arms over your chest. "This is incredibly dramatic. You’ve been hit in your gear too."

Aaron's expression softened at your words, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Maybe I am," he admitted with a chuckle. "I also know what it feels like honey. I’d rather be safe than sorry."

You shot him a playful glare, unable to suppress the teasing smile that danced on your lips. He cared for you, truly. Every inch of himself loved you more deeply than even you could have fathomed. You also knew that love bore stubbornness and there was no talking him out of what he knew he had to do. You were just along for the ride now. "You just can't resist playing the hero, can you?" You spoke up after a moment of silence between the two of you.

Aaron chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he glanced over at you. "Guilty as charged," he replied. "Always remind me never to get on your bad side," Aaron quipped, a lighthearted smile playing on his lips as he attempted to alleviate the tension that hung heavy in the air.

You managed a weak laugh trying your hardest to hide the pain radiating from your chest. However, so grateful for his attempt to lighten the mood. "You looked like you were about to take matters into your own hands back there," he teased gently, his voice laced with affection.

The image of you, ready to throw down with the new agent, brought a genuine laugh bubbling up from deep within you this time. "Well, she did have it coming," you admitted with a mischievous grin. "But I guess I'll let you handle the heroics this time."

As the laughter subsided, Aaron's expression turned more serious, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes. "I'm sorry things got so heated," he said softly, his voice tinged with sincerity. "I should have stepped in sooner. I thought she was harmless. Dealt with her type so many times before." He sighed, running a hand through his hair before finding your hand and lacing his fingers within yours.

You squeezed his hand, a warm smile spreading across your face. "It’s not your fault you’re such a silver fox," Tossing him a wink you couldn’t help but to tease him right on back. It’s how you knew everything was going to be just fine. The two of you had dealt with so much worse and come out even stronger, this would be nothing but a minor blip on your journey together.

Aaron laughed at your playful comment, a warmth spreading in his chest at your familiar banter. "Ah, so you're saying my charm is both a blessing and a curse," he retorted with a grin, his gaze softening as he looked at you.

You nodded, a fond smile playing on your lips. "Something like that," you agreed, feeling a surge of gratitude for the ease with which you could navigate even the toughest moments with Aaron by your side.

As the car glided through the streets towards the hospital, a comfortable silence settled between you, punctuated only by the gentle hum of the engine. Despite the events that had unfolded, you found solace in the quiet intimacy of the moment, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together. With each passing mile, you felt the weight of the day begin to lift from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of reassurance that only Aaron could provide. His unwavering love and support was everything you needed. He guided you through the darkness, illuminating the path forward with hope and determination.

As you arrived at the hospital and Aaron helped you out of the car, you knew that this was just another chapter in your life together. You couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for the man beside you, your literal partner in crime, your rock, your everything. Together, you were truly unstoppable.

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vendetta-if · 9 months

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Okay the recent asks about Skylar embodying Ken energy are hilarious.

I know in Rin and Ash poly they form a united front to love and appreciate MC as well as scaring off other potential romantic rivals. Imagine the chaos if Skylar and MC become BFFs!

Hell, I could easily see my MC Katerina eventually viewing Skylar as an adopted sibling, especially if they both wind up closely together as vigilantes. It's probably an initial blow to Skylar's ego, considering he was flirting with her at first, but it's still nice to have a close genuine friendship with someone who isn't just interested in him because of being famous or because the mayor is his father.

Imagine the two of them being so excited to see the Barbie film and trying to convince the others to go with them. Skylar and Santana seem to get along well enough, so it shouldn't be too difficult to convince them to take a much needed break to watch the movie. Ash and Rin would probably take more convincing, so Kitty asks them both in person while wearing the new outfit she bought specifically for the Barbie movie premiere. Sure, the pink Satin dress she's wearing is shorter than what she normally owns in her wardrobe, but it's cute, and Kitty is cunning enough to know to best stack the chances in her favor. She was able to convince both Ash and Rin to play elaborate games with her Barbie's when they were still kids, she should have no problem convincing them both to spend some time with her in a dark theater while she's dressed like a life sized Barbie.

Awww 🥰 this is so sweet and adorable 🥺 Ash and Rin actually won’t mind that much if MC befriends Skylar once the three of them are in relationship. Actually, Ash and Rin might actually befriend Skylar too overtime, hesitantly at first but once Skylar has proven their trustworthiness and they don’t interfere with any of the Aikawa’s or Morozov’s business, they can be friends.

And you’re right, Skylar would be happy to have genuine friends who are not there only because of their dad or their fame and wealth.

As for Barbie movie, of course Skylar is excited to go watch it with MC and would wear pink outfit with MC together. Santana enjoys watching movies in general and would love to go watch with MC and Skylar if they have the time.

As for Ash, MC won’t even need to convince them; they’ll watch any movie as long as it’s with MC. Now, convincing them to wear pink would be hard though, unless if you can make it a friendly rivalry with Skylar 😂

Rin would be more picky about movies that they’ll spend time watching. Barbie is not really their type of movie, but they don’t really dislike it, so MC should be able to convince them without much effort. If not for enjoying the movie, they’d say yes just to spend more time with MC.

Also, this just makes me think about which RO would watch Barbie and which would watch Oppenheimer 🤔

Ash is not really that enthusiastic about either movie, but they’ll probably choose Barbie over Oppenheimer because they’re not really fond of biopic.

Rin and Santana would choose to watch Oppenheimer.

Skylar would definitely choose Barbie.

#asks #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #ash/rin poly #if: vendetta #vendetta if #if vendetta #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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jademickian · 6 months

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oh man, haven't done tag games in a while, sorry friends 🥹 i've been passive the last few weeks because uni is really taking most of my time and energy, but i appreciate the tags and i love love reading your answers<3

ok enough blabbering, thank u @callivich, @lingy910y, and @mickeysgaymom for the totally optional, fun gallavich questions tag!

What’s a fic you’ve read more than once?

Stuck at Three for Days - delicious banter, laughed my ass off

another kiss is all it takes - so fuckin sweet, dude

Like Real People Do - just finished my reread last month:)) i needed the comfort

Cooperative Gameplay - currently rereading! i miss the feels

Sometimes I reread bits and pieces from ORFNSP and since we're alone because they changed my brain chemistry. I will eventually get around to actually rereading them.

2. What’s a gifset you always have to reblog?

You know the one... this legendary world heritage gifset

3. What’s a headcanon you can’t stop thinking about?

not sure if this is counted but i always like to think that once, ian got struck with grief about monica's death on her death anniversary. mickey asks him what's wrong and he opens up about it. ian will say it's stupid but mickey will truly handle it with grace and say nah man it's not. because yahknow, he gets it. and ian melts at it, because no one has acknowledged his grief like this before. mickey teases him about it a bit, sure, but deep down he held ian's mourning warmly, like petals on his palm. and they went together to the cemetery that day, simply sat in front of her grave and talked. the good things, the bad. and that despite it all "hey, tleast she popped out an alien lookin mfer i ended up marryin." they get pizza after.

4. What’s a fanart you love looking at?

Van kiss by @lingy910y

Prince Mononoke by @darthvaders-wife

Prison Boyfriends by @gallavichonly

Part of Our World by @steorie

It's Okay by WhatsaMattavich

This Kiss by @deathclassic

SO MANY others actually if i could fit them all here

5. What’s an idea you’d love to create if you had the time/inspiration?

i actually have a LIST lmao. one of those has something to do with art because i cannot take my mind away from human mickey and manananggal ian (manananggal is a Philippine myth creature with wings and can separate the upper half of its body from its lower half).

6. What’s something you’ve discovered since entering this fandom? A new trope you love? A different analysis of the show? Something else?

oh man. believe it or not, i was never into fics. i was in fandoms before, but i just couldn't get into fics within those fandoms (i tried). this is the only time i truly liked and LOVED reading fics. it really speaks volumes about the talent and dedication, and i'm glad i got to experience it.

it's also fun reading metas on the show and getting different perspectives, especially on characters. one of my favorites (just because i was so distressed about it the first time i watched it) are analyses on the city hall scene and ian's hesitation on marriage. after reading up others' thoughts on it explaining the why's, i totally felt some relief and was able to get some sleep. lol

7. What’s an underrated trope or concept you’d like to see more of?

apocalypse aus 👍

8. What’s your favourite season? And has this changed after multiple rewatches of the show?

The first five seasons are gems to me. but i truly love season 2 because it's so chill (at least compared to some of the heavier seasons after) and the gallaghers move as a unit. special mention for season 4 because it holds Emily and Lazarus.

9. What’s a plot hole you wish had been answered or resolved?

same qualms with @mickeysgaymom about mickey's mom. brain rotting over it.

10. What scene or moment do you feel isn’t discussed enough?

not gallavich related, and i'm sure people have already mentioned it, but sometimes it hits me how smart debbie is. like, i know she's smart, but people easily forget from all the chaos. at the heart of it, she's a fast learner and also would and have excelled academically.

11. What line/dialogue/description from something else (a poem, a book, a tv show, a movie, or something else) do you feel describes Ian and Mickey’s relationship?

aaaa @lingy910y beat me to it! it's totally "I'll take care of you. / It's rotten work. / Not to me. Not if it's you." but if i could pick another, maybe "I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world."

12. What do you think is next for Ian and Mickey post-finale?

they'll grow old together and be just as in love, no matter what happens in between.

tagging @mybrainismelted, @scurvgirl, and @lupeloto if u wanna join!! raahh

#now back to my lab sheets #jade jabbers #tag games

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lightofthemoonglow · 1 year

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𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚rter ficlet dump part one Featuring: Marty Mikalski, Milton Dammers and Vincent Sinclair

❛ what are you looking at? (Marty Mikalski)

It’s really hard to not look. Which is a terrible defense, and you know this, because it’s just so weird. Like, you do have impulse control even though you joke about not having any. You can look anywhere else, you’re out in the woods, which are really nice. There are trees, there’s probably birds somewhere and there’s the lake itself. Marty is just one thing in the lake. One shirtless, surprisingly ripped…person. Not a thing.

The two of you had been the last ones to leave the lake. The others were in town, killing time before it was dark enough to start a bonfire. You and Marty were all alone now, in the outdoor showers that had no curtains to separate the two showerheads. You’re doing your best to not look too hard at him as you rinse off the nasty lake water.

But his voice breaks the silence and you kick yourself.

“What are you looking at?”

Those five words are a knife to the chest, it just comes out of nowhere. At least to you. Your face feels like it’s on fire as you try and figure out what to say. The truth just slips out instead.

“You.”

Marty pauses for a long time. A really long time. It feels like the moment goes on for lifetimes. “Is it weird that I want to kiss you?” He sounds unsure, it’s so unlike him that it almost breaks your heart for a moment. Instead, you finally close the gap.

It’s warm outside, so it’s like you’re indoors instead of being exposed to the natural elements. Marty tastes like weed, faint and smoky as his lips part for your tongue. The breeze that nips at your bodies is just enough to make you shudder in his arms and it breaks the spell just long enough for you to pull back.

“Maybe we should take this inside.”

There’s a rug on the floor of the cabin that serves your purposes nicely. You can’t make it to the bedroom, not when the tension has finally reached its peak after waiting for so long. You smile wolfishly as you straddle Marty, running your hands over his shockingly toned bod. Marty is looking up at you in what feels like awe, his eyes unable to focus on one place for very long. “You’re fucking unreal,” he whispers, a trembling hand finding your breast. He’s hard, you can feel him. “I don’t know what to do with you…”

“Then let me take the lead.” You wrap your hand around him, feeling him pulse in your palm and Marty moans and it’s so sweet and pretty. You don’t even mind when he comes all over you, streaks of white on your stomach and thighs. There’ll be time for more later.

❛ you know where to find me. ❜ (Milton dammers)

It only happens a few times a year. The two of you try not to cross paths intentionally. It makes things easier. Neither of you are in a place to have a relationship, both emotionally and practically. So, this is what you do.

As you finish packing up your temporary workstation, another case solved with the combined forces of the BSU and the Unexplained Phenomena Unit, you walk past Milton’s desk. It’s pure organized chaos, much like the man himself. “You know where to find me, Agent Dammers,” you murmur as you stand as close as you dare.

That night, once he’s confirmed his transport home, Milton finds himself at the local motel, on floor three, in front of room seven. He doesn’t always show up. Some days after more difficult than others. You understand and it’s never an issue when the two of you meet again. It’s why he keeps going back to you when those needs arise.

You’re in bed already, wearing nothing but a large t-shirt and underwear, your hair free around your face instead of tied up in a severe bun. Your jewelry is on the nightstand, neatly organized for you to put on in the morning.

“Do you want some water?”

“No. Maybe…after.”

Sometimes he stays. Usually he goes, but it never feels like he is abandoning you. But every time feels like a reunion, a borderline holy homecoming. When you reach for the hem of your shirt, Milton stops you. “Let me do it.” You nod and lay back, sprawled on the cheap motel bedsheets, legs opening for him as Milton finally joins you on the bed, a gloved hand resting on your thigh for a moment. The gloves stay on, and you know why. But maybe one day, they won’t.

You’re soon completely naked, bared to that dark gaze that holds a lot more pain than he deserves. All you can do is hope that this eases it somewhat. Milton crouches down, staring at the apex of your spread open thighs. “May I?”

“Yes. Of course.” He asks every time for a reason, and you don’t mind giving him permission every time. Milton nods and you gasp softly as his tongue drags across your core. It’s his way of showing you that this isn’t one-sided, that even though he may leave immediately after. He knows your body well at this point, knows where to lick, where his fingers need to go to make you moan in pleasure, coaxing pleasure out of you until you need to muffle your cries into the pillow.

“Do you want to see me this time?”

Milton hesitates, truly mulling it over. “Yes. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to take me every time.”

His lips are shiny, and he licks them without a second thought. “But I want to.”

You nod and watch as Milton unzips his pants and rolls on the condom. While you don’t know exactly why he never takes off his clothes, but you know enough about him to have a good idea. The scar by his eye says more than one would think. You wonder what it would feel like to have his bare chest pressed against yours, to feel his whole self pressing against your body as he pushes inside. Instead, you hold onto his shoulders as he enters you, filling you up just right. Milton’s face is a mask of concentration as he precisely thrusts into you, eyes only fluttering closed every once in a while.

There’s something right about this. You want to hold onto him forever, his cock feels so good and you feel safe. Milton makes you feel safe, because you know that despite how fragmented he is on the outside and on the inside, he’s not the sort of man to turn it on you. Not even right now, as you move your hips to meet his motions, he’s holding onto you for dear life and you’re holding him, warning him you’re going to come. He kisses you for the first time as you do, swallowing the sounds that accompany your climax.

Milton opens his mouth, as if to say something, but his own orgasm cuts him off and he’s lost for a few moments, coming back to himself only after it is done.

The condom is quickly disposed of and he just looks at you, still sprawled on the bed. “I can’t stay.” Milton lingers by the bed, watching you, unable to move just yet.

“I thought so.” You smile sadly and sit up, looking for your underwear.

“Maybe next time.”

“I’d like that.”

❛ i’ll be good, i promise. ❜ (Vincent)

[warning: bit of a dark!Vincent vibe going on here. Or a lot. It does border on dub-con so read at your own risk!]

You can feel the pounding of your heart against your chest, a steady, frantic beat that never seems to end. You don’t want it to, you want to feel this for as long as possible. The wood of the table you’re laid out on is smooth, but a splinter would be a welcome distraction from the all consuming terror that is threatening to overtake you as you look up at the man looming over you.

“Please, Vincent.” Your lips are so dry that they practically crack after you utter your first words in what feels like days. “Please.”

It had started with your car breaking down. A true accident, honest to God, Bo had claimed. You had needed to walk a few hours to get to Ambrose, not noticing anything odd due to the heat sickness. And by the time you had been given water and time to rest, they had been able to cover everything up. It was just a dying town to you by the time you had been able to ask questions.

Vincent had been the most elusive of the three brothers during your time here. Lurking in the shadows, never speaking. Only listening to your chatter as you had remained a respectful distance away. You liked him the best, even if the occasions where he would sign a response were rare.

But then you had gone into the theater.

And now you were on the table, straps digging into the soft flesh of your wrists and ankles. Totally helpless, at his mercy. Your dress is hiked up, exposing your thighs, the rumpled straps doing the same to your shoulders.

Vincent gazes down at you, the mask hiding his expression. You don’t know what he’s thinking, what he wants, but his hesitation to do anything gives you hope. Slowly, he reaches out, trailing a finger along your face, following the dark streaks left behind by a mix of tears and mascara. He takes your chin in hand, his thumb brushing over your lower lip.

“I’ll be good. I promise.”

The lips of the mask press against your own and you kiss back, despite…everything that’s going on right now. “I’ll be good, so good, just for you.” It’s all you can say as Vincent takes a knife to your dress, slicing it off. The halves fall to the floor, and you nod when he pauses, giving him permission for whatever he wants to do.

When the straps are undone, you sob in relief, about to babble your thanks, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks. Before you can get the first word out, Vincent has you in his arms, he’s bending you over the table. Your body practically slamming against the wood knocks every word and thought out of your head. A hand goes to your head, strong fingers weaving into your hair and then he gently presses it down, indicating he wants you to remain still.

It's dimly lit, he can barely see you. So the first attempt just slides between your thighs and Vincent keeps thrusting, rubbing against your center as he grunts, still holding your head down. You can smell him, musky and something else, something familiar yet elusive. You clench your thighs, shivering in the cold air of the workroom as Vincent fucks between your thighs, never quite giving you enough to feel something. At some point, he lets go of your hair to grip both hips hard enough to bruise, fucking your thighs hard enough to make it sound like he’s spanking you, the room filling with the sound of flesh against flesh. It shouldn’t be enough, but it turns you into a mess anyway, you’re shaking and crying, tears flowing freely by the time the tip finally finds its way inside of you.

It's just the tip, but it’s enough to make you wail out of sheer want. Vincent comes before he’s even a quarter of the way inside, most of his seed landing on the floor. You’re left unfulfilled but at least you can feel the pain of denial.

Even though you know that you’re free, you don’t move. Not yet. Instead you wait, wait until Vincent turns you around to face him. The relief finally comes when he signs one word.

Home.

#vincent sinclair x reader #marty mikalski x reader #milton dammers x reader #slasher imagine #slasher imagines #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #horror fanfiction #slashers #vincent sinclair #marty mikalski #milton dammers

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ghastlybin · 1 year

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Im deprived of sweet jiu, any fic youd wanna write?🫠 maybeeeee hmmm… ive always though a fic about a soldier and a nurse would be cute!

Hiya, first off, I'd like to apologize for being so slow with this and ily also OKAY let's gooooooo

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▾ Soldier! GN Reader ▾ Nurse! Minji ▾ World War 2 setting ▾ gunfire, explosions, yk… War stuff. ▾ Gunshot related injury ▾ Reader and Minji are already a couple btw ▾ stitches mentions ▾ Fluff ▾ some angst but that’s cause it’s the war ▾ Reader has plot armor. ▾ So does Minji. This is not that kind of fic lolol ▾ I tried to make it cute, considering ▾

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“War has not been kind to you.”

What a strange phrase, how it seemed to personify the war.

Speaking on technicalities, the war was a person. One mass of people, dead or alive.

Whether they were fighting back or running to cover.

The innocent and the guilty.

Even the planes over head, the guns blazing through at every hour of the day, and the explosions that cost many lives— All made up war.

If war was a person, it for sure isn’t kind. It takes what it wants, no matter the cost, and leaves the stench of death and decay in its wake.

War was a monster and taming it claimed billions of lives.

You have always been a fighter. A great one, at that. You were well respected among the other soldiers. But there was only one person you cared to impress.

Minji.

She helped out as a field nurse, who had volunteered to help the wounded soldiers during the war. You had met her before you left for the front lines, and both of you had quickly fallen in love.

“I will return to you. Please do the same.”

“I promise.”

Her words echoed in your mind every time you were out in active duty, hoping to make it through alive and uninjured so that you could keep your promise. But the bullets and explosions made your chances of getting out alive very slim.

You worried Minji would be out on the field at the wrong time and end up getting hurt before you could see each other again.

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, you began to wonder if the last time you last saw Minji, was really the last time.

Another day out in action, only this time it was worse — Somehow. It happened while moving through a village when your unit was ambushed.

Everyone fought back fiercely, not accepting defeat. You dodged bullets running from cover to cover and hoping that this would end.

Many of your fellow soldiers had fallen in battle, and it was only a matter of time before you were struck by a bullet too. It happened when you went to help your fallen ally.

The force knocked you down and within seconds of being on the ground, you could feel the stinging, burning sensation growing more intense while the chaos ensued around you.

You could feel yourself being dragged behind cover, grateful to whoever it was, but there was only one person on your mind.

Minji. You hoped you hadn’t completely broken your promise to her. There was one way to keep your promise though; Don’t die.

You closed your eyes despite your allies telling you not to. But it was the only way for you to focus and drown everything out. Eventually, the gunfire ceased, and it didn’t take long for you to realize that your unit had successfully pushed back the enemy.

“Medic! We need a medic over here!”

You were bleeding too much to still be conscious, but you had to hold on just a little longer. When you opened your eyes again, you could see the familiar figure of a woman running towards you.

"Y/N, stay with me. You can’t give up now," Minji said, her voice trembling. "We need to get you to a field hospital."

Minji began to bandage your wound and applied pressure to stop the bleeding for the time being. You watched her work through blurry vision, amazed by how gentle she handled you while still being quick, knowing you were hanging on by a thread.

“Minji…” You weakly mumbled, feeling your eyes heavy with exhaustion as the pain spiked throughout your body in pulsating rhythms.

“Yes? What is it?” You could hear the panic in her voice, and you wanted to tell her that you trust her with your life. That you felt calmer now that she was there to help you.

You looked into her eyes and whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N," she said. It was only seconds after she tightened the bandage that she noticed you were now unconscious.

―

“You’re healing pretty quickly.” Minji entered the room with a tray of food. You sat up, still sore where you had been shot.

“I don’t feel like I am.” You smiled to her as she set the tray down on your lap.

Minji took the liberty of sitting at the foot of your bed while you ate. She pondered to herself about the past few weeks you’ve been in the hospital.

“I thought I lost you.” Minji spoke up. She looked over at you and you could see tears brimming her eyes. You’ve known her since before the war and you’ve loved her ever since. There was no way you’d let the war tear you two away from each other.

“I thought I was lost too.”

Minji wiped away a tear that rolled down her cheek. “Ah. I told myself I wasn’t going to cry… Not in front of you. Not now.”

You set your tray aside and inched closer to her without ripping out the stitches holding your skin together.

"It's okay to cry. Sometimes we just need to let it all out." You assured her, slinging an arm around her shoulders. Minji burst into tears upon your initiation. You wrapped both of your arms around her as she turned into a sobbing mess on the end of your hospital bed.

It lasted about a few minutes, but you held her for the entire duration.

She sniffled, leaning into your hold. “I’m sorry, I’m acting like I was the one that got shot.”

“Oh yeah, our bullet wound is healing quickly.”

Minji cracked a smile, pulling away from you grasp and nudging you. “Shut up.”

You laughed, hovering your hand over your sutured, feeling a stinging pain when you laughed. Minji noticed and lifted your shirt just enough to check the sutures on your abdomen.

After a quick examination of your sutures, she stood up to gather her supplies.

“Your stitches must’ve pulled when you laughed. But we can actually remove them now— Luckily, you aren’t bleeding.” Minji disclosed as she set up a tray in preparation of removing you’re stitches.

You looked down at your stomach, seeing your wound that would surely leave a scar. A permanent reminder that you almost died.

Or a permanent reminder that you survived what most don’t.

You watched Minji sterilize the surgical scissors and tweezers in one of the containers of boiling water that had been prepared and preserved to be at the ready for easy access for the nurses throughout the day.

“Am I really getting these out?”

Minji took the scissors and tweezers out, drying them with a clean paper towel. She glanced at you while simultaneously opening the pack of cotton swabs.

“Disappointed?”

“Nope. Just seems early.”

“It’s been five weeks.” Minji chuckled, pouring a bit of rubbing alcohol onto a cotton swab to wipe down the tips of the scissors and tweezers.

“Time sure did fly, huh…”

Minji used a ladle to scoop a small amount of the boiling water into a cup, where she placed a few ice cubes inside to cool down the water. While the water cooled to a warm temperature, she set a bottle of antibacterial soap beside it as she used a spoon to scoop out the ice cubes.

“Are you ready? I’m about to clean it.” She warned, mixing a bit of the soap into the water, waiting for your ‘okay’.

“By all means.”

Minji smiled, pouring the soapy water onto a rag, careful not to spill everywhere. She pressed the warmed, soapy rag against your stitches, cleaning the area. You admired her concentrated expression as she grabbed a dry rag, drying the area.

“Again, are you ready?”

“Is it going to hurt?” You asked, to which Minji shook her head.

“It’s not supposed to. But please tell me if it does.” Minji met your eyes, sternly.

“Yes ma’am.”

She smirked, stifling back a laugh as she poured rubbing alcohol onto a new cotton swab, wiping down the area next.

Minji began to snip and pull up the sutures with the tweezers, followed by snipping each loop with the scissors. Minji carefully pulled each stitch out and surprisingly enough, it didn’t hurt as much as you thought. A slight stinging, but nothing painful.

After each stitch was removed, Minji used yet another rubbing alcohol-soaked cotton swab to clean the area again before dabbing antibiotic ointment over the wound area.

“And these,” she began to apply adhesive strips over where the stitches once were, “are just in case.”

“Thank you… That relieved some of the stinging.”

Minji smiled in relief, “good. Just try to be careful when you move. Getting them is more painful than taking them out.”

“Oh yeah. I will remember this next time I’m about to get shot.” You joked. Luckily, Minji knew you and your joke was able to land.

"You're safe now. I won't let anything hurt you, I promise."

“You’re my hero.” You smiled at her.

Minji let out at small laugh, nudging you. Judging by her reaction, she must’ve thought you were joking. Maybe you sounded sarcastic in your speech.

But you meant it.

If she hadn’t gotten to you as fast as she did after you were shot, you wouldn’t be alive to witness her taking your stitches out or even talk to her after so long of active duty during the war.

No. You were sure you wouldn’t be alive without her.

“I was serious,” you watched her clean up her supplies. “You saved me.”

Minji looked over at you, her eyes glistening in the sunlight that peeked through into the room.

She let out a soft sigh, walking back over to you, pressing her lips against your forehead.

“It wasn’t just me.”

“But it was just you who stopped the bleeding back at the ambush site. That saved my life just in time for me to undergo surgery.” You wanted her to give herself some credit. Even if she wasn’t the surgeon that removed the bullet fragments from your abdomen, she was the nurse that got you to the hospital and helped you recover after surgery.

“You were there for me when I couldn’t move around.” You added. She sat beside you, listening to you praise her.

“I love you, Y/N. Of course I was going to stay by your side.”

You smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over you as you leaned forward, pressing your lips against hers. As you melted against her lips, you were grateful you survived.

Grateful that she never left your side.

"I love you, Minji," you said, your voice barely above a whisper when you pulled away, ending the kiss.

"I love you too, Y/N," Minji replied, smiling at you sweetly. "Always have."

#dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher au #dreamcatcher fanfic #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher jiu x reader #dreamcatcher jiu imagines #dreamcatcher jiu #I am hella jittery rn because i'm a dumbass so if you see typos- no you don't <3

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ombrathefurry · 1 month

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Do you ever just:

"Welcome to Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical MuseumKnown from coast to coast like butter and toastFrom headlines to bedlinesFrom school rooms to pool roomsNo other place in the contiguous United StatesOr other environments of the worldWelcome"Can I get a T? (T)And if you hit me with the A-L-L-YThen you'd see whyThe Hall is here for y'allThe mini mall is calling us all inSo kids pack up your mom's carBack up the WindstarKick it in drive and arrive at the mega martSlide the side hatch with pride 'cause your ties matchOn booty duty like your name was Eddy ThatchW-W-T-H-DWe like to kick it at the universityBut all work and no play makes us crazySo, we jump in the bumping SUVHit the street get the sweet tunes onDo a donut on your mama's front lawnAnd sooner than you knowYou've found the rock 'n' roll showAt the Tizzy Hizzy we'll be goneWe're in the mini mallWorking the carnivalWe like to play it allWelcome to Tally HallThe automated players, I proclaimYellow tie, this suave fellow writesHeterophonic tunes of how love bitesRed the proud loud guy we adore(Is my amp too high?)No, turn it up moreSo Grey in the back sipping 'gnac can hearHe's knocking down the shots like Bill LaimbeerSend home the locksmith, Green's got keysTo unlock the rock in the act, if you pleaseNow open the gatesGive Blue the bassAnd jiggle your badiggle all over the placeWe're in the mini mallWorking the carnivalWe like to play it allWelcome to Tally HallWe're in the mini mallWorking the carnivalWe like to play it allWelcome to Tally HallCan I get a clickFlick off the switchAnd we'll ignite the night in pitchSing songs you like to hearAnd the world will disappearThen we'll be glowing in the darkLighting up the parkRevealing that the Hall is the place that aims to pleaseWith unpredictable games and antiquitiesThe collectables so delectableThe unreliable style's undetectableLike I might rap like an English chapTake you by the knickers and I'll bum your slapYou didn't think we had the gallWell bloody welcome to Tally HallWe're stereosonicWe're animatronicWe're rocking with the robo-electronic EbonicsA quick distractionA mechanic attractionGot a penny in your pocket for the slotRockHey ho, don't you knowIt's a good old-fashioned puppet showThat's right quite the setWe're the marionette quintetWe think we're playing in a bandBut we'd love to give you all a hand(Woo)We're in the mini mallWorking the carnivalWe like to play it allWelcome to Tally HallWe think we're playing in a bandBut we'd love to give you all a handWe think we're playing in a bandBut we'd love to give you all a handWe think we're playing in a bandBut we'd love to give you all a hand

*me waiting to see what chaos unfolds*

NO BOOPS HOW ABOUT BLEPS

yes all the time

#answered #Tally hall

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feverishly-kpop · 2 years

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Yangyang & NCT - Overworked

“Yangyang I know you’re tired, but we are leaving in 10 minutes and if you aren’t ready you’ll have to find your own way to work.” Kun said as he knocked on the his door, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice.

Yangyang only groaned in response. To say he was tired was an understatement. He was just tired about four days ago, and he had since moved into the realm of full blown exhaustion, especially having been up nearly all night trying to nurse the aching and spasming muscles.

NCT had been working on their next full group comeback as WayV simultaneous prepared for their unit comeback that would begin almost immediately after full group promotions ended. Their schedule had been grueling for some weeks now, but Yangyang couldn’t help but notice that nobody else seemed to be having a problem, which left him questioning his own abilities.

Not wanting a scolding from Kun, Yangyang slowly got out of bed, trying not to exacerbate the pain he was experiencing. It has just been his back for the last few days, but it seemed now that his whole body was aching now, which was an ominous way to begin the week.

Yangyang quickly got dressed in an oversized black hoodie and black sweatpants, also grabbing a black beanie from the closet as an alternative to struggling to get his hair to cooperate. As he entered the bathroom he couldn’t help but notice how pale his complexion was against his dark outfit. He cringed and tried to pinch his cheeks and bite his lips in a feeble attempt to get some color in them. It wasn’t much but it would have to do.

He emerged just as the rest of the group was heading out the door and raced to grab his bag to join them, making it just in time to take the last seat in the van next to Ten.

“Thank you for deciding to join us Yangyang,” Kun said from the front seat, checking his watch.

“Sorry, ge,” Yangyang replied, not making any excuses for his lateness.

Ten looked over at Yangyang, concerned that their youngest didn’t have a sassy comeback as he typically would. He couldn’t help but notice how tired Yangyang looked but brushed it off, knowing that they were all struggling right now.

“Did you have anything to eat this morning?” Ten asked Yangyang quietly, who responded with a shake of his head, only adding to Ten’s concern. He looked around the van but all of the members seemed otherwise occupied, nobody else noticing that Yangyang seemed off. Ten also knew that Yangyang didn’t like to be babied, so he decided that he’d keep an eye on him in practice today and step in if Yangyang needed anything.

*~*~*~*~*~

When they arrived to their destination, everybody piled out of the van and straight inside, aggravated that they were running a few minutes late thanks to Yangyang taking his sweet time getting up that morning. Yangyang was the last out, gingerly standing up and taking his bag. In just the short drive he had grown even achier. He also couldn’t help but notice that he had started shivering and didn’t seem able to stop.

Ten, of course, noticed how slowly Yangyang was moving and how his face was a bit scrunched up in pain.

“Hey, Yangie, are you ok? Did you pull a muscle?” Ten asked, slowing down to keep pace with Yangyang.

“Yeah, I don’t know, maybe.” Yangyang replied, uncharacteristically quiet.

“Do you want some pain meds?” Ten asked, reaching into his bag. Yangyang replied with a nod, finding it difficult to think of the right words to respond with. After taking the medication with a few sips of water, Yangyang and Ten headed to the elevator up to the practice room to meet up with the rest of the group.

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Having so many members in one room was always chaos, and this morning was no different. As Ten opened the door he was met with a wall of sound made up of laughter, some random yelling, singing, and general conversation. As Yangyang entered he was immediately swept away by Renjun who needed him to prove a point in a debate he was having with Chenle and Jaemin. Ten grabbed Yangyang’s bag from him as he was dragged away, setting it down with his own against the wall nearby where Kun and Taeyong were discussing the schedule for the day.

“Morning, Ten” Taeyong called over to him, gesturing for him to join them. Ten looked over at Yangyang, who was looking absolutely dazed as the Dreamies laughed and talked around him.

“Everything okay?” Taeyong asked as Ten stepped into the conversation, eyes still on Yangyang.

“I don’t know, Yangyang is really off today…I think he pulled a muscle or something but he didn’t really say one way or another.”

Kun and Taeyong looked over at Yangyang discreetly, noticing that he looked a bit pale and uncomfortable.

“Let’s keep an eye on him for now. If he seems to be hurting I have no issues sidelining him for the day” Taeyong added firmly. Kun and Ten nodded in agreement.

Just then their choreographer came in, advising that they’d be starting in five minutes and reminding everybody to finish stretching. As he finished stretching, Ten caught a glimpse of Yangyang in a wide angle stretch with his elbows on the floor, holding his head. Ten really had a bad feeling about this.

*~*~*~*~*~

Practice dragged on for a few hours. Learning the full group choreography was always challenging, but Yangyang was having an even more difficult time today, trying to focus between the aching, the shivering, and the brain fog that was setting in and getting worse by the minute. And, to make matters worse, he could feel Ten, Kun, and Taeyong’s eyes on him the entire time.

“Yangyang? Hey, Yangyang.” He was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts, hearing Taeyong’s voice calling him. He looked around, seeing all the other members staring at him. He wondered to himself how long Taeyong had been calling his name.

“We’re going to head down the hall to another practice room to practice our trio with Mark” Taeyong said tentatively, concerned about Yangyang’s current condition. Yangyang only nodded and followed Mark, grabbing his bag and walking out the door.

After about half an hour into the practice session with Taeyong and Mark, Yangyang had hit a wall. The more he tried to get the choreography down, the more mistakes he made. His body and mind felt out of synch and his mind felt like jelly at the moment.

Taeyong noticed the way Yangyang was struggling and called for a water break. Yangyang almost instantly sank to his knees, holding his back and closing his eyes. Taeyong kneeled down in front of him, trying to figure out what was going on with him.

“Hey, Yangyang, did you hurt your back?” He questioned softly as Mark looked on from a respectful distance. Yangyang opened his eyes, shrugging while giving some thought about his response, finally responding with a simple “I think so.”

“Can you show me where?” Taeyong asked calmly, not wanting to alarm either of the younger guys. Yangyang pointed to his lower left back and Taeyong placed his hand under Yangyang’s hoodie against the skin, feeling for any bulges or spasms. Despite a bit of tightness, he didn’t feel anything concerning but he couldn’t help but notice how warm the skin beneath his hand felt, attributing it to a grueling day of practice.

“Does it hurt anywhere else?” Taeyong continued to question.

“I don’t know, I’m just achy everywhere.” Yangyang responded. After listening to Ten’s concerns, watching Yangyang try to dance for the past few hours, and now this, Taeyong had seen enough.

“Hey, Mark, can you go get Ten and Kun, and tell a manager that Yangyang needs a ride home?” Mark nodded, heading out to the hallway, as Yangyang shook his head, pleading with Taeyong not to send him home.

“Hyung, please no, it’s just a little pain, I don’t need to go home. You said practice would go till 7:00 tonight and it’s only noon. And WayV practice starts at 7:30 tonight. I don’t want to miss all the new choreography.” Yangyang begged.

Taeyong’s heart sank but this wasn’t his first time sending somebody home against their will.

“I’m sorry, Yangyang, but I don’t think you’re in any state to continue” he responded kindly, rubbing his hand up and down Yangyang’s arm. He hadn’t noticed how Yangyang was shaking before, which added to his concern.

The door opened a few minutes later as Ten and Kun entered, immediately finding Yangyang and Taeyong kneeling in the middle of the floor and Yangyang visibly upset.

“What happened?” Kun asked nobody in particular as he knelt down next to Taeyong.

“I think he hurt his back, but he says his whole body is aching too” Taeyong replied. Ten sighed as his concerns from this morning were validated.

“Mark is talking to someone about getting him a ride home if one of you want to go back with him...” Taeyong continued, only to be interrupted by Yangyang.

“No, no, it’s fine, I’ll go back by myself. There’s no need for two of us to get behind.” Yangyang said, defeated.

Kun and Ten made eye contact, uncertain as to how they should proceed.

“Are you sure, Yangie? I’m not sure I want you at home alone if you’re hurt.” Kun replied tentatively.

Yangyang shook his head. “It’s okay, I’m just going to be resting anyhow.”

The conversation was interrupted by Mark who had returned, advising that Yangyang’s ride was ready.

Taeyong smiled reassuringly, slowly helping Yangyang off the floor. “Take some medication and get some rest, I’ll teach you the choreography that you miss once you’re up to it. You always pick it up quickly anyhow.”

Yangyang thanked Taeyong as Ten grabbed his bag. “I’ll walk him down, be right back” Ten added as Mark, Kun, and Taeyong nodded.

Yangyang felt like a zombie as Ten led him through the maze of hallways toward the elevator. They didn’t exchange any words until Ten got him in the back seat of the car.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come back with you?” Ten asked a final time. Yangyang shook his head. “Then just make sure you get rested, okay? And text me if you need anything.”

Yangyang thanked Ten for walking him to the car as he closed the door. The second that the door was closed and the tinted windows were up, Yangyang collapsed back into the seat. He knew that something was definitely wrong.

*~*~*~*~*~

As he entered the apartment, Yangyang dropped his bag and kicked his shoes off, leaving everything unceremoniously at the door. He wanted nothing more than to head straight back to his bed, but decided to clean up first, knowing he’d regret it later if he didn’t.

After a nice hot shower, Yangyang got back into his pajamas and began rummaging through the medicine closet. After pulling out some of the strongest pain pills they had, he spotted the thermometer and sighed. Having spent the entire day so far aching and shivering, he had a pretty good feeling that he was probably running a fever.

Sitting cross legged on the closed toilet seat, Yangyang took the thermometer from the case and popped it into his mouth, going cross eyed as he watched the number tick up. After a wait of about a minute and a half, the thermometer beeped. Not wanting to look, he peeked and saw a red screen. Damn, fever confirmed, he thought to himself before reading the number. 39.9°. Yangyang stared at the reading, for a moment unable to come up with a plan in his liquified jelly brain. However, it then occurred to Yangyang how serious of a situation he was in. After mulling over his options he sighed, causing another spasm of pain in his back that reaffirmed his decision.

Yangyang pulled out his phone and texted,

“Gege I’m sick 🤒”

*~*~*~*~*~

The group was finishing up their lunch break at the studio, where Ten was laughing at Doyoung’s retelling of an embarrassing recent encounter with a fan. Suddenly, Ten’s phone vibrated. He pulled it from his pocket and read Yangyang’s message.

“Shit” he muttered, causing Taeyong to look up at him with concern. Doyoung and Johnny quickly followed suit.

“I’ve gotta go, I’m sorry” Ten said simply, getting up and grabbing his bag.

“Hey, what’s going on” Taeyong asked, getting up to follow Ten. Kun, who had also noticed that something was going on, cut his conversation with Winwin and Yuta short as he made his way through the crowded room to Ten.

“Yangyang is sick” he said to Kun and Taeyong, turning his phone to show them the text. Kun sighed, knowing that for Yangyang to ask for help when he was feeling unwell meant that things must be pretty serious.

Taeyong thought back to the trio practice, adding “he was shaking earlier but I thought it was just because he was in pain.”

“I’ll tell the manager you need a ride, just head out now. And send us an update once you’re back” Kun interjected, his voice full of concern.

*~*~*~*~*~

As Ten opened the apartment door, he was surprised that Yangyang wasn’t waiting for him on the couch like he would normally be. He quietly walked to Yangyang’s room, even more surprised when he didn’t find him in bed either.

“I’m in here” a quiet voice called out from the bathroom.

As Ten opened the bathroom door, he was met with a pajama clad Yangyang laying in the middle of the floor with a heating pad under his back and a cool compress across his forehead, covering his eyes.

“Yangie,” Ten sighed, his heart breaking, “what is going on, why are you on the floor?”

“I was trying to take everything back to bed with me but everything hurts so badly. So I just laid down here instead.”

“Okay, let’s get you up” Ten said gently as Yangyang groaned. He pulled the compress off of Yangyang’s forehead, laying a palm across it to feel for his temperature.

“You’re really warm, Yangyang, do you have a fever?” Ten asked softly.

“Mhmm” Yangyang nodded, pointing toward the thermometer on the vanity. Ten reached up and grabbed it, the red screen still showing the reading of 39.9°.

“Uhh yeah, you most certainly do have a fever” Ten replied, shocked just nobody had noticed that Yangyang was burning up until just now. “Alright, nice and slowly,” Ten instructed as he got Yangyang sitting up against the bathtub. Ten handed him the heating pad that he’d been laying on and asked if he’d taken any medicine.

Yangyang pointed back up towards the vanity where the bottle of pain relievers were sitting and replied, “I was trying to take those before I ended up…down here.”

Ten noticed how glassy Yangyang’s eyes looked from his fever as he filled a glass with water and handed it to Yangyang along with the medication. After sitting on the bathroom floor for a few more minutes to allow Yangyang to get his bearings, Ten finally got him off the bathroom floor and into bed.

“Are you gonna be ok for a bit?” Ten asked as he draped the cool compress over Yangyang’s forehead. “Is your back ok?” Yangyang hummed an affirmative response as he dozed off.

*~*~*~*~*~

As Ten closed Yangyang’s door, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, finding two texts, one from Kun and one from Taeyong, both asking what was going on. Ten decided to text them both back at the same time.

“I just got Yangyang back to bed. He’s got a crazy high fever so I’m not sure how we all missed that. He said he’s achy all over but his back is especially bothering him. He took some medication so hopefully that’ll help.”

Taeyong responded first:

“Poor kid. I’m going to get him off the schedule for the next few days. I know he’ll be mad but let him know I’ll work with him for as long as he needs when he’s better to get him caught up.”

Kun’s response followed just a moment later:

“Shit, I really should have known something was up when he wasn’t getting up this morning. Let me know if you need anything.”

*~*~*~*~*~

Yangyang woke a few hours later, startled awake by a vivid fever dream that he couldn’t quite piece back together.

Ten, who was sitting across the room doodling on his iPad, looked up as Yangyang stirred, trying to determine if he was still just tossing and turning in his sleep or if he was waking up.

His question was answered by Yangyang’s voice quietly calling him. Ten quickly got up and sat at the edge of the bed, speaking softly to Yangyang.

“Hey, feeling any better?” Ten questioned as Yangyang shook his head. He couldn’t help but notice how disoriented Yangyang seemed and ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him down.

“Weird dreams…” Yangyang muttered. Ten frowned, placing a palm on Yangyang’s forehead. He was still burning up.

“Yeah, the fever will definitely do that to you.” He responded sadly. “Let’s check your temperature” Ten added, as he walked into the bathroom to grab the thermometer and the bottle of tablets.

Unsurprisingly, Yangyang’s temperature had hardly gone down.

“Alright, let’s get some more medicine in you” Ten replied calmly, setting the thermometer aside. Yangyang swallowed the tablets as Ten wet a fresh face cloth and draped it over Yangyang’s forehead.

Turning his attention away from Yangyang, he sent a text to Kun and Taeyong, who had asked him for periodic updates.

“Not much change over here. What time do you think you’ll be done?”

No response. Ten figured that they’d be busy, but he couldn’t help but wish someone would respond and tell him what to do to get Yangyang feeling better. Feeling a bit helpless, he climbed onto Yangyang’s bed, promptly feeling Yangyang snuggle into his side. After a few minutes, they both dozed off with Louis joining at the foot of the bed.

*~*~*~*~*~

About an hour and a half later, Ten felt himself being gently shaken awake.

“Hey, sorry it took me a a little while to get here. I wanted to stop and grab a few things.” Ten was surprised to hear Taeyong’s voice.

“What are you doing here?” Ten asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes as he wiggled out of Yangyang’s grip.

“I texted you” Taeyong replied. Ten glanced at his phone, seeing the text that came in while he slept.

“Kun was really worried about this one” he said, gesturing toward Yangyang, who was still fast asleep. “He really wanted to come home but I was in a better spot to stop for the day.” Taeyong added.

Ten breathed a sigh of relief. Taeyong had taken care of enough sick kids to know what to do. He watched as Taeyong placed the back of his hand on Yangyang’s forehead, wincing at the heat.

“When did he last take any medication?” Taeyong asked. Ten glanced down at his phone, realizing that he wasn’t even quite sure if that time it was.

“Just under two hours ago I guess at this point.” He responded.

Taeyong nodded and shook Yangyang awake, getting little more than a groan from him.

“Hey, Yangyang-ah, rise and shine” Taeyong said lightly.

As Yangyang cracked his eyes open, he was surprised to see Taeyong.

“Feeling any better?” Taeyong asked as Yangyang came to.

“I think the medicine helped my back a little” Yangyang replied, trying to find his bearings.

“Good,” Taeyong replies, grabbing the thermometer from the bedside table. “Let’s see how this fever of yours is looking” he stated, sliding the thermometer under Yangyang’s tongue. Yangyang felt self conscious as Taeyong and Ten watched and waited.

Finally, after what felt to Yangyang like an exceedingly long time, the thermometer beeped. Taeyong grabbed it, showing it to Ten. 39.3°. Ten signed in relief.

“It’s better than it was earlier.” Ten confirmed.

“You’ll be back on your feet in no time” Taeyong said with a smile. “How about you get a little more sleep? Ten and I will be out there when you’re ready to get up again” he added, indicating toward the living room and, with that, he pulled Yangyang’s blankets back up to his chest and left him to rest, followed closely by Ten.

*~*~*~*~*~

Ten and Taeyong sat in heavy silence for a few minutes as Ten’s thoughts wandered. He thought back through the prior days,desperately trying to remember any potential warning signs that they might have missed but coming up with nothing. Truthfully, they had all been so exhausted that, even if their maknae had shown any indication of being sick or hurt it’s likely that they would have missed it.

“This isn’t your fault, you know that, right?” Taeyong said quietly, the first one to speak up. “Kun showed me WayV’s schedule and…I don’t know how you guys are doing it. I’m surprised that you all made it this far without somebody getting hurt or sick.”

Ten nodded sadly, looking toward Yangyang’s room before adding, “or both.”

He continued to explain their hectic lifestyle to Taeyong, including the details about having very little time to eat and how he couldn’t think of the last time they’d had a full night’s sleep. Taeyong took mental notes as he spoke, trying to remember all of the details so he could discuss them with management.

“Why don’t you shut your eyes for a bit, if Yangyang wakes up I’ll take care of him” Taeyong replied softly, amazed that Ten was still awake based on everything he had just revealed about the last month of WayV’s lives.

“You don’t have to do that…” Ten started, only to be cut off by Taeyong.

“Bed, Ten.”

Ten nodded, heading to his room, his cats trotting after him.

*~*~*~*~*~

With Yangyang and Ten asleep, Taeyong flipped the TV on, aimlessly scrolling through channels as his mind wandered, feeling guilty that he had no idea as to what WayV had been going through. He knew that 127 and Dream were exhausted from the pace and frequency of practices for the group comeback but knowing that WayV was pulling double duty with preparation for their own unit comeback made Taeyong feel sick. Of course he was aware of the upcoming WayV comeback, so how could he have been so foolish to not have given any thought to their schedules?

“What are you watching?” A voice from behind him asked. He’d been so lost in thought that he didn’t hear Kun come in. He looked at the infomercial playing on the screen then back at Kun.

“Honestly, I have no idea, I was totally zoned out…” Taeyong responded honestly. Kun kicked his shoes off and collapsed next to Taeyong on the couch.

“How’s the kid doing?” He asked tiredly. Taeyong frowned, noticing the dark bags under Kun’s eyes.

“He’s sleeping. He’s really burning up and in some pain. Ten’s also asleep. And from the looks of it, you should be sleeping too.” Taeyong responded firmly.

Kun just shrugged, not knowing how to respond since he knew Taeyong was right.

“Where are the others?” Taeyong inquired.

“Work. Fittings for the album cover shoot…” Kun said absently. “I went first so I could get back for Yangyang. You can go home, I don’t want you to feel like you need to stay.”

“My god, Kun, you do realize that this schedule you guys are working is madness, right?” Taeyong blurted out. “No wonder Yangyang is in this state. And it’s only a matter of time before you all are.”

Kun continued to stare ahead blankly, nodding. “I had to fight with management to get the schedule to this point, the original was way worse.”

Taeyong was wide eyed in disbelief. “I had no idea…”

Kun quickly cut him off. “Hey, it’s not your job to keep tabs on us. I wouldn’t expect you to know.”

That made Taeyong feel even more guilty. He was NCT’s leader, of course it was his job. Kun may be WayV’s leader, but he shouldn’t have had to negotiate with management alone over this scheduling nightmare.

“Get cleaned up, go to bed. I’m going to check on Yangyang and get the others back home.” Taeyong said firmly. Kun was too tired to disagree even if he wanted to. Right now, despite the rest of his group still being at the company and his maknae being sick and in pain, nothing sounded better than heading to bed.

“Thank you.” Kun said quietly, bowing as he wandered off to his room.

*~*~*~*~*~

As the silence set back in, Taeyong pulled out his phone and dialed, almost immediately getting an answer.

“Hey hyung, where are you? Dinner will be here soon.” The voice answered.

Taeyong sighed, feeling like he was asking a lot. “Hey Doyoung, I’m at WayV’s, Yangyang is really unwell, Ten and Kun are asleep, and the Xiaojun, Winwin, and Hendery are still at the company. I’m going to get them. Can you come over here in case Yangyang wakes up?”

Doyoung could hear the stress in Taeyong’s voice. “Yeah, of course. Give me 10 minutes and I’ll be there.”

“I’m sorry Doie, I know it was a long day….” Taeyong began, but Doyoung stopped him.

“Don’t you dare apologize.” Doyoung responded as he hung up the phone.

Taeyong signed in relief as he stood up, quietly waking toward Yangyang’s room. Even in the darkness of the room he could see that Yangyang’s sleeping face was filled with discomfort. Laying a palm over his forehead, he frowned at the continued warmth. “This poor kid” he thought to himself.

As promised, in no more than 10 minutes, Taeyong heard a soft knock at the door. Doyoung had arrived, hair wet from being freshly showered.

“Thanks for coming” Taeyong greeted him. “I’m sorry again for…”

“I told you not to apologize.” Doyoung interrupted. “But what is going on? Johnny said that Yangyang wasn’t feeling well and that Ten left practice early to tend to him.”

Taeyong nodded. “I sent him home during the trio practice because he seemed to be in pain. He said he was achy and his back was sore. I didn’t feel anything obviously wrong but his skin was hot to the touch and he was shivering…”

Doyoung nodded along, listening carefully to Taeyong.

“He’s running a fever which explains why he was so achy but I think he’s also hurt his back.” Taeyong added. “And WayV’s schedule, it’s unreal. Ten and Kun are fast asleep. They were exhausted…”

Doyoung interject quickly. “Go get the others, we’ll talk when you’re back.”

*~*~*~*~*~

Taeyong hopped out of the car, advising the driver to make a few laps and that they’d be back down soon. He arrived to find Xiaojun and Hendery asleep a couch and Winwin doing his best to stay upright as the designers got his measurements.

“It’s time to go home.” Taeyong announced unceremoniously, waking the pair dozing behind him.

“I’m not finished yet…” Winwin responded, his words almost slurring with exhaustion.

“I’m so sorry,” Taeyong interjected, turning apologetically to the staff. “But they have been here since 8:00 AM today. They need to get some rest. Can you finish Winwin’s measurements when you do Yangyang’s?”

The staff, who were completely unaware of how long WayV had been working that day, erupted in a chorus of apologies. Hendery and Xiaojun were already on their feet while Winwin simply stood still, looking completely dazed toward Taeyong. Taeyong gave him a moment before grabbing Winwin around the shoulder, leading him out while grabbing his bag.

The ride home was silent. Hendery and Xiaojun stared absently out of their respective windows and Winwin had laid his head down on Taeyong’s lap, falling promptly to sleep. Concerned that he was coming down with the same bug that Yangyang had, he softly rested his palm against Winwin’s forehead and was relieved that he was cool to the touch. “Not sick…yet, at least” Taeyong thought to himself.

*~*~*~*~*~

Not long after Taeyong left, Doyoung heard a bedroom door opening. He glanced down the hallway and instantly leapt to his feet. Yangyang was leaning against the hallway wall, wrapped in an oversized blanket. As Doyoung approached, flicking on a light, he noticed how feverishly flushed Yangyang looked and that, even under the blanket, he could see the way he was holding his back.

“Aww Yang-ah” Doyoung sighed sadly. “ You should be in bed, kid” he added, gently leading him to the couch, being mindful of the pain Yangyang was in.

“I don’t want to go back to bed. I keep having weird dreams…” Yangyang replied, voice confusedly trailing off at the end.

“I know, shhh, you’re ok” Doyoung hummed as he unfolded a blanket and draped it over Yangyang. He first rested the back of his palm on Yangyang’s forehead, then to the side of his neck before adding, “aish, you are really going through it.”

Yangyang only sighed as Doyoung left his side, gathering some medication and water, Yangyang’s pillows, a cool compress, and the thermometer.

“Alright, let hyung check your temperature” Doyoung said softly, helping Yangyang sit up a bit and slipping the thermometer under his tongue. Yangyang tried to turn his head away in an attempt to avoid the ordeal, which made Doyoung chuckle as he gently nudged his face forward again. “Ahh you’re just like Haechannie” Doyoung teased. With a small smile Yangyang relaxed back into his pillows as they waited.

After a couple minutes and a beep, Doyoung glanced at the thermometer. “You’re at 39.5°. I don’t like this fever at all, Yangyang” Doyoung spoke in a serious tone. “Do you want to go to the hospital?”

Yangyang shook his head slowly, causing him to wince in pain. “No, no, I’m ok” he said softly.

“Okay,” Doyoung responded firmly, respecting Yangyang’s wishes. “But if your temperature goes up, even just a little, then we have to go. Yangyang nodded in agreement while he attempted to will his fever down with his mind. Doyoung handed him some medication and placed the compress to his forehead.

Within the next few minutes, Doyoung heard the click of the lock followed by the soft creak of the door as it opened. As he turned around, Doyoung was met with Xiaojun and Hendery entering, looking like the walking dead, followed by Winwin who was glued into Taeyong’s side, looking like the dead dead.

Taeyong shook Winwin’s shoulder gently, rousing him from his haze. “Hey Winwinnie, it’s time for bed, ok?” Winwin nodded as he wandered off tiredly.

“What the hell is going on?” Doyoung whispered as not to wake up Yangyang, his eyes wide in disbelief.

Wordlessly, Taeyong turned his phone towards Doyoung, showing him WayV’s schedule.

“You’ve gotta be kidding” Doyoung gasped. “This has gotta be illegal.” Taeyong just shook his head.

“It should be but it’s not” Taeyong responded. “And this is the version that Kun negotiated them down to.”

The two sat in silence, unsure what to say. Taeyong finally broke the silence.

“Let’s get him back to bed” Taeyong said, looking at Doyoung, “then you can head home.”

Doyoung rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Did you really think I’d leave you to look after them alone?”

Taeyong smiled as he gently shook Yangyang’s shoulder, helping him up while supporting his sore back.

*~*~*~*~*~

Taeyong and Doyoung spent the night sleeping on either end of WayV’s couch. They woke up well before the WayV members and got to work making a full, nutritious breakfast for them as they were uncertain of the last time they were all able to sit down and eat anything of substance based on their schedule.

Kun was the first WayV member up, and, unsurprisingly, insisted on helping Taeyong and Doyoung with breakfast. Luckily, the food only had to go in the oven so they were easily able to turn him away as the three sat down in the living room together. Ten was up almost immediately after and was followed very quickly by Yangyang, who was still holding his back. Kun sprung up from his spot on the couch, helping Yangyang get comfortable as he rested his head in Ten’s lap. Feeling his forehead, Kun frowned, prompting Yangyang to speak up.

“Yeah, I still have a fever, I’m sorry.” He said glumly.

“Why are you apologizing? This isn’t your fault” Ten replied as Kun returned from the kitchen with a cool compress for his head.

“Yangyang-ah, what happened?” Taeyong asked softly. Yangyang sighed, not exactly wanting to say anything incriminating but also knowing that his hyungs would see straight through any lie he tried to tell.

“Honestly,” Yangyang started hesitantly, feeling the heat in his face increase even more than it already was from embarrassment. “I was just trying to keep up. The schedule was intense but everybody else seemed fine and I didn’t want to bring everybody down.”

“You think we were all fine?” Ten interjected. “Yangie, we were all struggling too. You can always come to one of us, you know that, right?”

Yangyang didn’t respond and just continued on. “Between group and unit practices last week my back started to bother me. I thought I could take care of it with ice and heat at night but…”

“But we’ve worked well into the night every night since then, so you haven’t been able to take care of it properly” Kun said, finishing Yangyang’s thought for him.

Yangyang nodded. “Then a few days after that my body started feeling achy and I figured it was related to my back, you know, like other muscles overcompensating. Until I woke up yesterday shivering and even achier.”

They all sat silently for a few moments, digesting what Yangyang had just said until Doyoung stood up, returning to the living room with some medication and the thermometer. Ten grabbed the thermometer from him and placed it into Yangyang’s mouth as his head was still laying on his lap.

Taeyong spoke up while they waited. “You guys won’t be working that schedule anymore. Kun and I are going to go talk to management today about it. But in the meantime, you’re all off today and tomorrow. And Yangyang, you’re benched until you’re well and your back pain is addressed.”

As if on cue, the thermometer beeped. Ten glanced at it disapprovingly. “Aish, Yangyang, you aren’t messing around here with this fever, are you?”

“What is it?” Doyoung, remembering the deal he made with Yangyang last night.

“39.6°” Ten replied. Yangyang, who also remembered the deal he made with Doyoung, only sighed, sat up, and headed to get dressed and ready to go without a word.

“Who wants to take him to the hospital?” Doyoung asked dryly.

*~*~*~*~*~

Ultimately, Taeyong and Doyoung ended up accompanying Yangyang in favor of letting Kun and Ten stay home and get some rest. After being hooked up to an IV and undergoing a battery of tests and examinations, Yangyang was diagnosed with the season’s new strand of the flu virus as well as a lumbar strain that would require some chiropractic care. Once the doctor was confident that he was adequately rehydrated, Yangyang was discharged with doctor’s orders to rest.

As predicted, Winwin also ended up coming down with, presumably, the same flu that Yangyang had been suffering from, waking up from his nap later that afternoon feeling feverish and achy. With two sick members and the other four flat out exhausted, the WayV comeback was pushed forward a month to allow everybody to adequately rest and recover.

“I’m sorry this happened.” Taeyong said, turning to Kun as they exited the meeting with management. “And I’m even sorrier I didn’t notice.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about” Kun responded kindly, “but I appreciate your help, with management and with the sick kids.”

Taeyong smiled and patted Kun’s shoulder. “I think we make a pretty damn good team.” He responded. “Now let’s get home so you can catch up on some sleep too.”

#kpop sickfic #kpop fluff #nct fluff #nct sickfic #wayv fluff #WayV sickfic #yangyang #Yangyang sickfic #nct #WayV

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lil228 · 5 months

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Red White and Royal Blue Notes Day 1

WARNING: Spoilers for both the Red White and Royal Blue movie and the book up to chapter 5

I think it’s funny that Alex’s love story is referred to as Shakespearean considering what’s to come.

“It’s funny how you think everything is about you” (page 14). Lol- especially bc he’s the literal main character of this story.

“Systematically drunk” (15) LOL

“Mutual antagonists” (17)

“Sorry I’m not obsessed with you like everyone else” (18). Oh buddy that’ll change soon. (Alex about Henry)

OMG that whole conversation is so good!

Cakegate is really funny for some reason.

“As the president all I want is to have the CIA fake your death, and ride the dead kid sympathy into a second term.” (23) I see where Alex gets it from.

The foreshadowing! Like Zarah telling Alex to gush about Henry like he’s his prom date.

“I’ll do it but I won’t have any fun” (Alex) “God, I hope not.” (Zarah 27) HAH! Alex is going to have fun, maybe too much fun.

Look I know Alex thinks it’s nerdy but if someone told me Great Expectations was their favorite book I would like them even more.

Ugh! the foreshadowing in this is just so good like when Nora speculate on why Alex has to sign an NDA and one of the reason she give is that he’s (the prince) is Gay. Lol (page 39)

Lol Alex being unable to decide if he Texan or Mexican side is more upset about English Breakfast (page 41)

Foreshadowing- Alex says Henry is “annoyingly attractive (43)

I don’t know if being an English major broke me or if I’m a mega nerd, but I want to write a literary analysis paper on this so badly.

Alex’s reasoning for wanting to get into politics is so wholesome (43)

Henry’s interaction with the caner patient is so cute (45)!

“You’re not the prince of me” (47). It’s just so good. Has this author written anything else? Please tell me they have. OMG they have! I will be needing all of their books now thank you very much.

“Are you trying to psycho analyzed me?” (49) lol, I feel like I say a variation of the this all the time when I’m with my psych major friend.

“I’m sensing an ellipsis (Henry) “It’s just…” (Alex) 51. This book sort of dose that thing that White Teeth did where it’s aware that it’s a novel, but it doesn't do it the same way. It’s more subtle and uses more irony.

Okay Alex and Henry bonding over Star Wars is sweet and kind of nerdy. I like it.

“But isn’t there something to be valued in a happy ending as well?” (52)

Alex taking a class called The Press and The Presidency is absolutely hilarious to me.

That one commenter ships it (55)

“B*tch McConnell- I’m dying homygod

Like Senator Luna, I to can be easily bribed with candy

More foreshadowing on 57. Also I don’t know why but I’m not getting good vibes from Senator Luna

Old money Sith powers also has me dying

The president of united states comparing her children to possums is so funny.

Also her reminding her children to not discuss their murder plots in front of her

Ugh this book is so good!

“Leeme romance the hell out of some focus groups” (66) This book is gold

The text exchange on 68-9 is amazing

I can only hope to write something this amazing one day.

Nora asking Alex if he’s reading fanfiction about himself made me laugh out loud- at work, granted it’s deader than Marley in this place today

The whole bit with the Turkey is just glorious! Ya did it to yourself Alex.

The way Henry talks to his dog is so cute, and so it the fact that he watches The Great British Bake Off

Amy’s great!

Page 90- Yes Alex go off!

I love Bea, she’s great, peak sister energy

June is also peak sister energy.

95- more foreshadowing when June talks about it being like a rom com

“You know I love chaos” (Nora)- 96

I think its really sweet that Henry wants to be a writer

107- the first kiss! (Squeals)

#red white and royal blue #books

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jblkbf · 10 months

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LOONAVERSE LORE:

In the LOONAVERSE, there are 3 planes: Earth, MIddle Earth and Eden. With those planes also come subunits. (This is all pre-debut but it does help.)

LOONA 1/3= Earth

Odd Eye Circle= Middle Earth

yyxy= Eden

LOONA 1/3: Heejin is the creator/god of the LOONAVERSE, as seen in her ViVid music video. In the universe, the world is initally black and white. Heejin doesn't like this. She decided to fill the world with color but she needed help. That's when she created the primary colors first: Red (Kim Lip), Blue (Jinsoul) and Yellow (Hyunjin). She then creates Middle Earth and sends those 3 colors/girls to ME in order to watch over the LOONAVERSE.

After this, she tells the primary colors/girls to help her and fill the world with more color. Over time, Hyunjin begins to miss Heejin. This can be theorized in her solo m/v "Around You" where you see Hyunjin writing various letters, most likely to Heejin, to stay in contact with her. Hyunjin gains the urge to leave the other primary colors and travel to Earth just to be with Heejin but she ultimately chooses not to.

Heejin tells the primary colors/girls to create the color Green (Haseul) (Hyunjin and Jinsoul make Haseul). After creating Haseul, they send her to Earth to spread her color but this leaves Haseul feeling lost, questioning her true purpose in the world. Hyunjin gives Haseul 2 options: Learn your place in the world and live in chaos OR spend the rest of her days in peace, unaware of the truth. Haseul choses the truth, thus living her days in chaos.

Alongside making green, Heejin also tells the girls to make Orange (Yeojin) (Hyunjin and Lip make Yeojin). When Yeojin is made, she is tempted to betray Heejin but stops herself. She then meets Haseul, who she views as a motherly figure but bc Haseul chose to live her days in chaos, Yeojin suffers. Yeojin gets lost in a forest and is tempted by a frog.

After Haseul and Yeojin were made, Hyunjin couldn't hold her temptation back anymore and left Middle Earth to be with Heejin on Earth. This causes an imbalance since the primary colors are not together anymore. During this time, Heejin creates an angel to act as a helper to control the LOONAVERSE. Heejin created ViVi (light pink), symbolizing purity and innocence. Little did Heejin know, that ViVi was tainted with evil, turning her into a cyborg. Because ViVi isn't human, she had a hard time fitting in with the other girls (Fun Fact: ViVi is originally from Eden which we'll get into later!) Heejin, Hyunjin, Haseul and ViVi reside on Earth, thus making LOONA 1/3. While on Earth, we later learn about ViVi's crush on a "boy". On Earth, ViVi lives in Hong Kong. (Also, ViVi rescues a mysterious girl from some basement who ends up being Jinsoul. Jinsoul has no clue on how she got on Earth but she returns to Middle Earth to help Kim Lip restore the balance of the LOONAVERSE.)

Odd Eye Circle: Due to Hyunjin's leave, Kim Lip waits for Jinsoul's return to help her replace Hyunjin and restore the balance. During this time, Kim Lip's power of superspeed becomes active, alongside Jinsoul's power to teleport. With Heejin to guide them, the 2 girls begin their plan to restore the balance. They combined their colors to create the color Purple, thus creating Choerry. As Choerry was being created, she ended up on Earth, where Hyunjin resides. Kim Lip and Jinsoul lure Choerry out of Earth and into Middle Earth. Choerry's power of dimensional travel awakens during this time.

Now that the LOONAVERSE is once again balanced, something shifts. The girls power intensifies as they unintentionally cross paths, as seen in Sweet Crazy Love. This leads them to finding each other, uniting them as ODD EYE CIRCLE (seen in Girl Front). Their powers lead to them getting their Odd Eyes. While Kim Lip and Jinsoul both have their Odd Eyes on their left eye, Choerry has hers on her right eye, showing that she isn't an originally primary color and is instead a mirror copy of Hyunjin (Purple is Yellow's inverted color).

We later learn that back on Earth, Jinsoul was trapped by someone who was tainted with evil. Noticing that there's something off about Jinsoul, Kim Lip and Choerry attempt to contact Hyunjin for help on Earth. While doing this, they keep seeing a shadowy figure, constantly taunting them from afar.

yyxy: We then learn of Yves existence, who resides in Eden, a dimension that is the exact parallel to Earth. Yves was originally created as an angel to assist Heejin with control of the LOONAVERSE, much like ViVi. Unlike ViVi, Yves gave into temptation and became tainted with evil after eating the forbidden fruit, the apple. This evil caused her color to change. Because she betrayed Heejin, the evil takes over, changing her once light pink color into a Burgundy color. In her "New" m/v, it is seen that Yves lured ViVi onto a date, killing ViVi. Because she was tainted with Yves evil, ViVi was turned into a cyborg.

Due to ViVi's death, her memory is warped, seeing Yves in the form of a boy she crushes on. Though it is not in official M/V's, Yves then taints Choerry with evil after learning that she (Yves) was the one who lured Yeojin into the forest in the form of a frog as a way to defy Heejin. We also learn that Yves was the one taunting ODD EYE CIRCLE while in search for Hyunjin. But 2 things remain unanswered: If Heejin didn't exactly make Yves, who did and who gave Yves the apple?

Later on, Chuu comes into existence, who also lives in Eden and idolizes Yves. But due to Yves' one goal, she is ignored, BUT, if Chuu decides to betray Heejin, Yves will start to care about her. Chuu willingly decides to be tainted by evil just for Yves' attention, thus eating her forbidden fruit, the strawberry. As Yves and Chuu leave Eden and head to Earth (this isn't Yves first time leaving Eden), they encounter Haseul. Because Haseul chose truth over peace, she knows that Yves and Chuu betrayed Heejin. Haseul lets Heejin know about this.

Back in Eden, we learn about Gowon. Gowon lives shut out from the world, only wanting to stay in her own little bubble. But, with the help of Choerry, Yves and Chuu, she decides to give into temptation, eating her forbidden fruit, the pineapple. Even though Gowon never wanted to give in, no matter how hard she ran, Choerry, Yves and Chuu would always catch her. Gowon becomes enlightened to be with the girls, sitting at a table with Yves and Chuu with one empty chair. Who could that chair be for? Possibly for the person who created Eden and the current Eden girls.

Lastly, we learn of Oliva Hye/Hyeju, who came into existence with the LOONAVERSE, as Heejin's shadow. It then comes to our knowledge that Hyeju was actually the one who trapped Jinsoul in the basement in Hong Kong and tainted her with evil. We also learn that she created Yves, Chuu and Gowon, making the unit YYXY. Why did she? Seeing the connection and closeness that the 1/3 girls have with each other, Hyeju became jealous. She made Yves as an angel but because Hyeju was already tainted with evil, Yves automatically was tainted with evil, making Yves the way she is.

This was never her original plan though. She never wanted Yves to kill ViVi. All she wanted was to have a 1/3 of her own. She was hurt by Yves. Yves betrayed Hyeju, sending her to the deepest depths of the LOONAVERSE. This makes Hyeju angry, filling her with the urge to seek revenge. She wanted justice for ViVi's death and she wanted to stop Yves from tainting anyone else. Knowing about this, Heejin meets Hyeju face to face for the first time, feeling sympathetic with what happened. Hyeju never intended for anything to happen but regardless, she couldn't change the fact that she acted out of jealousy.

Heejin decided to give Hyeju a test. If she passed, she'd gain Heejin's trust. Heejin sends Yves, Chuu and Gowon back to Eden, sending Hyeju back with them. In Eden, no more damage could be done now, considering that Heejin was constantly watching over the girls. This doesn't stop Yves however, from betraying Heejin. Chuu soon follows Yves and Yves convinces Gowon to come with. This doesn't faze Hyeju. She knows that joining them would just cause them to betray her again. She has to trust Heejin in order to become a key part of LOONA. The other yyxy members leave Eden and explore the LOONAVERSE, with Gowon feeling bad for betraying Hyeju and let alone Heejin. This doesn't stop Hyeju from wanting Heejin's approval. Though she was tempted, Hyeju passed the test, gaining back Heejin's trust and finally becoming a key component of LOONA.

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blitzendoggo · 2 years

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Headcanons and Canon info Mass List

Unlike my Ao3 version of this, every time I get new canon info or a new head canon it will be it's own chapter because I won't be using this as a reference sheet.

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This has to be broken into chunks just so I can keep it organized so lets start with:

Places:

Vontral- the main continent and is flat

Riftreach- New York city but in Egyptian style. Built over the rift and everything goes up because going underground is basically illegal

Gada-Yama- Business hub full of Moritermes (termites) with a temple to the death god directly under the mound

Wainua- city that half in the sea

Abellio- TBA, I'll update this once I rewatch the first episode of s2

Ruins of Inanis- TBA, I'll update this once I rewatch the first episode of s2

Aragdus- TBA, I'll update this once I rewatch the first episode of s2

Franklin- Home of the Franklin castle where the "Frankies" are trained. Frankies are really tough mercenaries

Firetounge Outpost- Thought to be a volcano island, is actually a mindflayer lookout/faciality.

Lotterton- nicknamed Slaughterton. Crime town where our heroes started their journey.

Is- Mining town.

Parian- Where the Victora festival happens and Dramaticus (and other famous fighters) live.

The United Federation of Goblin Territories- read the tin. Its a Goblin society that the governments of the world let exist

Bowenburg- Classic fantasy town. Where Glib's magic school was.

Characters:

Glib

Canon:

Poison Dart Frog Vampire

Acidic skin that only affects fabric

Was turned into a vampire in early twenties is pushing thirty

God of Death, maybe?

Glib as a human was painfully average. Just a generic person

Warlock with a (dead) kraken patron

Name has always been Glib

Has a fear of heights that was developed after crashing the bird with Canyon

His slime has a slight blue tint

Maybe has hollow bones (? Panda said it before immediately saying he was bullshitting that)

Body temp is ice-cold

Anger issuesHE'S THE MOST HANDSOME FROG YOU'VE EVER SEEN (rolled a 23 for hotness)

Hates Skeezvol

Headcanon:

Glib has a caffeine addiction, so he drinks blood coffee (coffee made with blood instead of water)

Glib can't touch fabric, so his blankets/bedding are made from furs

When Glib was human, he would run his fingers through his hair as a nervous tick, and its one of the few things he misses about being human (with the others being that he wants pants and to be tall again).

Adopted by a fairly rich Grung family when he was born, which is why they called him Glib.

Grew up in a mansion in the woods

Is always the last one to wake up

Has Gambit-style Cards

Canyon

Canon:

Full name is Mystery of the Canyon

Very Blunt and violent

Is infused with chaos magic

Headcanon:

Sheds constantly

Covers his mouth when he laughs because he used to self-conscious of his sharp teeth.

Puts up a constantly relaxed front, but is much more aware than he acts (hence high intelligence)

Is a decent cook, but will shed in the food

Is not allowed to have caffeine because after being given one cup of mild coffee he had zoomies so bad that Callisto had to "sedate" him with magic

S.G.

Canon:

Genderless-Changeling (with pearlescent white skin) from a village with an unusually high number of psychics (which includes themself)

Master gaslighter

Is allergic to lemonlimes (which is a fruit that grows in Vontral)

Does not have facial features/looks like a mannequin

Massive crush on Captain Mercury

Has a godcomplex

Has a salt lamp Genie named Djarrid

Kermit just lives in their armor

Was homeschooled

Crime background that takes place in Is

Thinks Skeezvol is a 14/20 (possibly because of crown?)

Thinks Human Glib is very average

Is a 7/20 because of no features

Is the God of Wealth now

Considers Glib as her best friend

Headcanon:

She cannot cook to cave her life.

Like nearly burnt down the kitchen trying to boil water levels of bad

Doesn't like coffee and will only drink super sweet teas

Has the best bed, no matter where they go

Mr. Goodbid

Canon:

Half-elf hitman

Has a glorious mustache

Works in contracts

Hates kids

Drinks whiskey

He always smiles (but when he's angry/scared it's thousand-yard stare style)

Loves Pirates and Business

Doesn't actually like bug people, just their city

Has daddy issues (Naethan why?)

His constant smile comes from Dramaticus' persona

Has never missed a Victora festival

Wears contacts

Has a negative 1 to constitution

10/20

Very selfless

God of law

Suit is white with a green tie

ACAB Goodbid

Headcanon:

Full name is Johnny B. Goodbid

Has a massive family and is the oldest of six

His siblings are Garry, Ein, Thomas (who married Linx and has an adopted little girl named Ruth), William, and Mellany

Is an amazing cook and does all the cooking for the team

He owns Capri Suns as a money laundering front that became its own business because it was just that good.

Goodbid either drinks black coffee or sweet-iced tea, no in between

Is traumatized from being attacked by the ghost under Riftreach so it terrified of ghouls

Almost went to train at Franklin Castle, but decided against it

Skeezvol XIX

Canon

An old man, 4'7", human, blind (no eyes), long beard, frail-looking, barbarian

Immortal but will be killed by a mistake made by a frog man

He sees through tremor sense

Is a nat 1

Headcanon:

Lost his eyes while teleporting around, but because he's immortal the surgery didn't kill him

Zalkas

Canon:

6'7" Acid-Dragonborn paladin

From the Order dimension

Has two kids (at least one daughter named Leviathan) who play soccer

Was a commander in the Order Army

Its on-sight when he sees S.G.

Is ridiculous strong

Owns a tavern after accidentally killing the pervious owner

Has a trident and sickles as weapons

Wants to be friends with Glib

Speaks infernal

Scared of bugs (denies it)

Horrible at lying and is very blunt.

Headcanon:

Unofficially adopts Rolf once they return to the tavern

Misses his kids and wife, but does not want to return to the Order Realm

Is completely Asexual and Panromantic but does not understand the difference between romantic and platonic attraction.

Prophis

Canon:

Is an elf chaos God

Is Bisexual

Has a dead(?) sister

dating Callisto (1/2 of Eldritch Gays)

Is a natural 20/20, this man is so hot

Headcanon:

Mom friend

Loves kids

Will shut down Callisto if he starts throwing a tantrum

Loves to sing

Is a morning person

Loves making flower crowns because he and his sister used to make them together when they were young

Palnaros

Canon:

Moves like a marionette

Upside down head

Centipede body

You know your nightmares? Yeah its just that

Headcanon:

Voice is unnaturally high and disjointed

Would hold onto vowels for longer than he should when speaking

When moving he would make a creaking/cracking rubbery sound like stretching dried out leather over old wood and twisting both.

Callisto

Canon:

A very powerful sorcerer

Dating Prophis (other half of Eldritch Gays)

Is also very hot

Is Gay, but respects women

Headcanon:

Is not a morning person in the least

Only likes Prophis' singing

Used to love kids but now tolerates them (they reminded him too much of Prophis for the millennia that they were separated)

Simps for Prophis so much. Like he is a prideful man, but if Prophis told him to bark, he would not hesitate.

Bello

Canon:

Three-foot tall Chaos Butterfly from Not-Here, Chaos Dimension

uses he/they

Eats(?) stars

Wants to find flowers, doesn't know what flowers are

Wings are made up of shifting change-glass

Is kind of oblivious

Speaks Celestial

Likes riding on people's shoulders/head

Slightly illiterate

Headcanon:

Wings have an ever-shifting heat to them that moves with the changing colors

Blob

Canon:

Glib's familiar

Vampire-bat squid

Was sarcastic, is now traumatized

Has a slight stutter that gets worse when he's anxious

Love language is physical touch

Appears out of a puddle that forms under/near Glib with a splash

Headcanon:

Is so traumatized by the kraken's death that he won't leave Glib and when they sleep, he lays on Glib's chest

Doesn't actually leave Glib, too afraid that something will happen to them.

Dramaticus

Canon:

Little Wooden-Puppet Man

Barbarian fighter that lives in Parian

Is a very famous celebrity

It the God of Light

Is afraid of fire

Headcanon:

Was called Pinocchio until he started performing

Aldor

Canon:

God of knowledge

Is dead

Was a stick in the mud

Looked like a really young 80-year-old

Headcanon:

AroAce

Not completely emotionless, but damn close

Reylias

Canon:

Air Genasi

Was the leader of chaos faction

Is the god of monsters

Killed the Kraken

Sociopathichas a chaos sword that can become a whip

Headcanon:

Was raised by Prophis and Callisto but once Prophis was put away in the portal, Callisto couldn't handle raising Reylias by himself so he put him into an ageless sleep until the factions split and Callisto woke him up, changed his memories, and made him the leader of the chaos faction so he could find his dad again

Rolf

Canon:

5'7", skinny, ginger, dark eyed Paladin

Techincally the smartest PC in game

Wannabe Cult Leader

Is 16

Is a shut in

Terrified of bugs

Headcanon:

Gets adopted by Zalkas

Has a single mom and has never had a father-figure

Lady Katarina the (Formerly) Wicked

Canon:

Snow-owlen, beady-red eyes, 3'6", and wears a blood-red cloak

Was an evil lady, had a crisis, and is trying to be better

Is feared by almost everyone

Worked with Mindflayers and thinks they are super sweet and fun/easy to work with

Headcanon:

Loves animals and would never hurt them

Kyland

Canon:

Prophis' dead sister

Died of a sickness

Psychic

Is brought back to life?

She has her memories from before she died.

Headcanon:

She's younger by Prophis, but not by much and Prophis used to braid flowers into her hair when she was upset

Djarrid

Canon:

Pink salt-lamp genie

Vaguely Russian

Licking the crystal results in a chaos affect happening

Doesn't remember his "real" name

Headcanon:

Is afraid of Prophis because he saw him as Palnaros too much

Doc

Canon:

They/Them

Rambles a lot

Has a lizard

Is from the future

Saved S.G. when they were younger

Headcanon:

Is on the Spectrum and is hyperfixated on the dimensions/time travel

Captain Mercury

Canon:

Hot merman

Is the God of the Air

Has a sentient ship named Sky Skimmer

Himbo

Walks by using wooden legs

26-years-old

Headcanon:

Is Gay, therefore doesn't realize that S.G. is flirting with him because he thinks that she knows

Has a slight crush on Goodbid, but is too much of a himbo to realize that its a crush and not just ''extreme friendship"

Barium

Canon:

Gold warforged from Is

Goes by Barry

God of metal

Was stuck as a statue for maybe 700 years?

Headcanon:

While in the statue, he spent his time by singing work songs

Friday

Canon:

White horse with a green mane

God of Fate

BIG GIRL (could fit four people on her back easily)

Headcanon:

She considers Goodbid and SG to be her parents, and that why she wasn't made at them.

Extra Information:

Canon:

Inside Goodbid's briefcase is the main set of the office and it smells like shoe polish and mustache cream

Vontral is flat

There is a star invasion maybe going on?

The Earth Dimension is inhabited by Shadar-Kai (Shadow Fay) and were rule by Skeezvol

Headcanon:

I refer to Goodbid, Glib, Canyon, and S.G. as Team Chaos

Team Chaos is a queer-platonic Polycule. They do not know that they are a queer-platonic polycule and think that every friendship is like this.

Goodbid's briefcase has doors, but all the hallways lead back to the save room.

#d&dorks #pandaredd #sir_superhero #momoiscariot #nikhilclayton #naethan apollo #glib #Mr. Goodbid #s.g. iguess #headcanon #headcanon list #there will be more updates as seperate posts

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suuho · 2 years

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Hi! Kaz. I know your ult in Seventeen is Woozi and that Wonwoo is part of your bias line. I also know that you like to post about the 96z occasionally. My ult is Wonwoo and 96line is my ult line. I am also extremely fascinated by their relationship (this ask was inspired by the 96z gifset). Same-age friendships in Seventeen are so varied. On the one hand, you have the 95z who are chaos personified and on the other, you have the puppy pile that is 97z . And then you have the maknae line in the middle, with Dino and Seungkwan bickering with eo while Vernon's somewhere in the back chilling. They are also really sweet with eo. Compared to all this, 96z moments are less "obvious". But, I believe it's a more quiet form of love (yes, I have seen that clip of Woozi manhandling Hoshi). Could you maybe write something about their relationship?

ah, it's a little late here so if this is all scrambled - it's cause work was hell and i am tired, but!!!! i love this question. i love all the different dynamics in seventeen and i honestly wish they'd branch out more in regards to units, i wanna see some more than just the same-age lines and the unit songs ... like a-teen was actually genius, and i will die on that hill. anyways, i am digressing.

hm, the 96z are honestly an enigma to me, but they are also my favorite same-age friendship in the group. so, it's a little like watching a super interesting documentary about four completely different species interacting? they are all so vastly different from each other but are still pretty balanced. you have hoshi and jun on one hand, who are the more extroverted, playful and outgoing members and then you have jihoon and wonwoo on the other hand, who are so introverted that they will neither leave the house nor voluntarily attend anything. in that way, i think they balance each other nicely. wonwoo and jihoon do not have the desire to be in the spotlight. meanwhile, jun and hoshi are both performance unit members, entertainers at ease in front of the camera and within variety content (jun the ace of gose nothing is truer than that), and they have always been predestined to seek a spotlight. it's really fascinating!

like, even with hoshi and jun, they still are not as vocal as the other same-age friendships. maybe that is what i love so much about them? their love for each other and their affections are quiet and calm compared to the rest which is in the nature of their beings. and it works well with them. within them, you have all these different little relationships that really bring the best out of each other. like, wonwoo and jihoon are not crazy or super extroverted but look at jihoon and hoshi, or wonwoo and hoshi. or look at jun and wonwoo. i always love to say that they are verhao but in a different font. there is something so pure about their relationship. i love that jun is the oldest of the 96z too, like, in some way they are sorta his responsibility? but they also take care of jun so much.

i think that's maybe the point of it all: they take care of each other. they make sure they are okay. that they are all at ease.

and i think they have an incredible chemistry. it doesn't fizzle but it feels right. their light a flame stage ... these four were meant to perform together. and i like to think that they were meant to meet as well.

and we all know i have such a soft spot for wonhoon and maybe some other day i will write about them. how they are the center of seventeen and how it just makes sense that they are. how they are the bookend of the 96z and how they just naturally gravitate towards each other. i think they get each other differently than jun or hoshi get either of them, and it just tugs at my heartstrings. i think jihoon and wonwoo have a rapport that comes from the same source, from an intricate understanding of each other. of recognizing the self in the other. i think wonwoo softens jihoon's edges and i think jihoon makes wonwoo a little more resilient. and i adore that they are both just such nerds. also, i think you can always tell when they write songs together because they end up speaking a certain kind of language very unique to them.

ah. i am rambling again. sorry! thank you for this message!

#ask #anon #kaz talks svt #sorry this comes so late ;;#also if any of this looks different tomorrow it's cause i need to sleep over it first #anyways i hope you have a good day <3

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 3 years

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Shark Week: The Tallest x F!Reader

The following is a non-profit fan-based story, Invader ZiM is owned by Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodeon please support the official release, I gain no profit nor do I own anything other than OCs and whatever spouts from my imagination!

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Summary: Red and Purple get an impromptu human reproduction lesson when they go and check on Y/n who's been hiding from them all day.

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"I'm telling you somethings wrong! Yesterday Y/n looked off." Red stressed to Purple who was completely unbothered as he chowed on some cheezy-puffs. "Maybe she's just tired, she was probably up all night watching TV again." Purple stated this wouldn't be the first time Y/n has looked haggard after a night of movies and video games! but then again, They were still getting used to this whole courting a human thing so...

Red frowned and went to say something else, when he got a weird look on his face, he looked like he was concentrating on something, he sniffed the air his antenna wiggled around inquisitively then suddenly stood right up. "Hold on! Do you-... do you smell that?" the red eyed Irken said to his co-tallest who stopped gorging himself on snacks, and whiffed air doing the same antenna wiggles aside from the sugary treats, burnt wires, machine grease and other Irkens nothing was out of the ordinary... he blinked his face shifted to one of confusion catching the scent of something foreign but familiar, his antennas suddenly sprung up.

"Yeah... It smells like the time Y/n got a paper cut...but more bad." The tallest looked at each other worried, they dropped their snacks and rushed towards Your room, though Purple doubled back to picked up a bag of donuts and went after Red, when they arrived in the hallway just outside your room.

The stench of blood was stronger now, they found a small group of your guards standing outside all of them looking very concerned, one of the taller guards an Irken named Deeko noticed the tallest hasty approach. "My Tallest, I was just about to call." he said with a salute.

The leaders waved him off "What's going on?/Where's Y/n?!" Red and Purple demanded over each other as the guards looked nervous. "We're not sure, liaison Y/n won't let anyone in, when we ask what's wrong? she just tells us to leave!" Deeko explained and noted she locked everyone out of her room, Red dismissed the guards, he and Purple could handle it... at least they thought they could, Red knocked on the door.

"Y/n are you okay?" Red asked he heard you cuss and your footsteps moving around your room. "I'm fine! I'm just... I'm getting dressed!" You said hastily while mentally kicking yourself for being so obvious that you were hiding something...

(Usually you had time to prepare for shark week, You had supplies! but ever since moving to the Massive, the stress from leaving Earth to living in space has cause your cycle to be maladjusted, this was the first period you've had in three months.) For now you just kept your fingers crossed and hoped Red and Purple bought that excuse.

They didn't, the tallest looked at each other Red nodded Purple hacked your door, it opened and your boyfriends walked in. "Oh for fuck sak-" you were cut off by Purple and Red getting a hold of you they started smelling you; they were perplexed you didn't look hurt... but the stench of blood was everywhere, you tried to talk them into leaving. "Look guys I know your worried but..." Red suddenly pulled away and was hyper focused on your bed, Your bare bed.

"Where are your sheets?" he asked looking around the room with Purple "Uhh..." you tried to come up with something, too late! Purple found your linens, and ruined pair of underwear balled up behind a chair, You tried to stop him, but the purple eyed Irken had already picked up your sheet saw the bloodstains and... Chaos ensued.

Cut to you stuck on the medical deck. Cranky, cramping and miserable; while being poked prodded at by tiny green men or at least they tried to, you gave them an empty threat tossing them out the airlock and had ordered your S.I.R. unit: Ede, to maim anyone who came near you, needless to say the Irken medics backed off, while Red and Purple frantically called Zim for help thinking you were dying, but the banished invader wouldn't answer his damn communicator! Red slammed his fist on the console in exasperation.

"Zim you better answer this call or so help me!" there was static before Zim finally picked up. "Oh my Tallest! to what do I owe-" Purple cut him off jumping in front of the screen "SKIP THE PLEASANTRIES SHORTY! OUR HUMAN IS DYING!!! *Munch* HAU DOE EE FRIX HWIT??" the Purple clad leader demanded while stuffing doughnuts in his mouth as Zim looked at them startled. "....What?" Red growled and shoved Purple out of the way. "Y/n she has some kind of illness, it's making her bleed... *ahem* down there." Red stated Zim looked at them both for a moment before something clicked.

"Oh! You mean Menses?"

"You know what it is? How do you cure it?!"

"Edging closer to the sweet brink of death..." Zim said coldly leering at them Red and Purple gawked him fearfully, Zim kept the dark act up few seconds then burst out laughing at them. "Hehe...I kid, I kid! O-ho Zim's love-mate pulled the same thing when he asked...hehe" Red glowered at him. "Computer hone in on Zim's base signal and initiate It's Self-Destruction sequence on my mark.." The earthbound Irken sputtered and panicked with Skoodge and Gir running around screaming as Red started the count down.

"Wait, ZiM will tell you everything he knows! just don't blow up my house!"

"Computer cancel Base Self-Destruct... Start talking Zim."

"When human females reach a certain age they-..."

You were still in the medbay headphones on ignoring your aches and pains by playing your Game-slave DXI, while Ede and Deek were sitting near by playing cards and making sure none of the medical staff bothered you, when the door opened and two very flustered Tallest floated in; they noticed Deeko sitting little too close to you and gave him a heated look that could melt permafrost.

The green eyed guard swallowed nervously and silently left the room with along with Ede which you hadn't noticed. Until you saw the door close in your peripherals, you were about to ask where they were going? and if they could get you some snacks? when a blanket along with a bag of various candies and donuts was dropped on to your lap causing you to jump a bit surprised.

You looked up and saw your boyfriends watching you intently, cocking a brow you pulled your headphones down to see what they wanted? "What this for-" Red and Purple suddenly hugged you confusing you further. "Uh guys? what up with you?" Red was first one to speak up, his face had light blush to it. "We called Zim, he told about this Menses cycle your having." Purple reached into the bag on your lap and took out a candy-bar and offering it to you. "He said chocolate helps." Needles to say you were touched these guys really care about you if they were willing to go so far as to recruit Zim's help to figure out what was wrong with you.

"It does, what else did he tell you." You asked keeping your guard up because well... it's Zim. "He said he'll send over some medicine and said to use heat if you get bad cramps..." Red gestured the blanket which you realized was a large heating pad, when you noticed the dial, "That's pretty sweet of him, remind me tell him thanks next time he calls." Both Red and Purple were still clinging to you which roused your suspicions. "Did he say anything else?" The tallest looked around to make sure everyone was busy working and looked back at you with identical smirks.

You saw Red used one of his PAK legs to interface with room control port, the windows tinted, the lights dimmed and the door locked before Purple whispered something in your ear, Your face felt like and probably looked like a stove iron, you felt Red's smirk widen as he nibbled on your neck while Purple's hands slowly move down to your hips; Zim had told them about the alternative and very fun way of helping you out with your cramps, needles to say the Medical staff avoided that part of the medbay for a while...

#invader zim x reader #the tallest x reader #Invader Zim #iz skoodge #iz gir #human reader #tw periods #the almighty tallest #tallest red #tallest purple #tallest red x reader #tallest purple x reader

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gpsoftun · 3 years

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Awww, see Logan? Kids aren't so bad ☺

The time has come again for me to rain on fandom fun. Although, considering how many times Fox has violated everybody, most should be numb at this point.

Like dofp, people see X2 as a worthwhile sequel. I mostly liked it at first and though it's way better than dofp, I'll take X-Men 2000 over it any day.

There are good elements in it. Kurt/Nightcrawler is really great and unlike his mother, he stays fully clothed. He has significant moments with his sister Rogue and their sleazy mutual mother. The relationships are never referenced specifically but get the frick out of here with that. Not one of Erik's multiple, well-known children show up until four movies later. With Raven, half these flicks might as well be called Tyler Perry's Mystique's Family Reunion. Shoot, they should've let Perry direct. At least he attempts human emotion and relationships.

Rogue's excitement over Logan coming home was so heartfelt. As was Logan's continued affection for her and initial gruffness with Bobby. Scott was too wonderful for this series. Logan jacked his motorcycle, but the first thing Scott asks him is if he found what he was looking for. Logan's conversation with Professor X and Prof being playful/fatherly toward him was sweet. Logan agrees to watch the kids- back before he decided he loathed children. Magneto teaming up with them provided some cherished moments of him taking the wind out of Logan's overrated sails. And Pyro joining Magneto actually made sense. To think, the old man didn't even have to prey on him sexually- no matter how much McKellen likely wanted that in his contract. My goodness, the male actors in these movies. They actually come in to work. It's a good thing most of Rogue's scenes are with them. Don't need those X-women bringing her down.

Blah, blah, blah let's get to the bad.

For some random loner they've known less than two weeks, Logan is made too important among the X-Men. Professor X treats him like a son, Jean is all girly blushing at the mere sight of him; the kids all have such reverence for him, and Stryker is stalking him for his alleged greatness. If not for Magneto dissing him and Hugh Jackman's fine acting, Logan would be a collosal gary stu.

Speaking of Magneto, wtf was wrong with him in this movie?! This was seriously his descension into one-dimensional villainy. WHY didn't Magneto immediately tell Charles about the threat on the school?! WHY was he so remorseful towards Rogue in the last movie but mocking his near homicide of her- an innocent mutant child- in this one?! WHY would he be stupid enough to try to commit global genocide against every homo sapien?! Forget the ethics. That would wipe out most of the population and cause immeasurable destruction and chaos across the.globe. WHY did he leave his 'best friend' and only prison visitor to die?! WHY is this genetic scientist who can mutate regular humans still trapped in McKellen's wrinkled, prehistoric empty sack of a body?!

WHY didn't Mystique anonymously contact Prof X about the raid?! WHY did she openly laugh at her daughter's trauma?! WHY is she running around naked in front of her son?! WHY is she trying to risk procreation with Logan when she can't be bothered with the kids she already has?! WHY does fandom pretend she's beautiful when she's really a hideous animalistic pet wench?!

WHY is Jean such a gullible, naive tramp?! WHY is she cheating on her kidnapped boyfriend with a lustful, unreliable hobo?! WHY did she leave the house with that haircut? WHY couldn't she just stay dead?! WHY does Fox do good female mutants dirty yet put the evil ones on a pedestal?!

I'll complain about Scott later.

Why is this thing even called X-Men United when most of it has them scattered from each other? To this day, X-Men 2000 is the only X-Men movie with the X-Men as a functional team!

And oh boy, we need to talk about *that* scene. You know which one i mean Yeah, buckle in for this bull, boys and girls 😠

After the mansion invasion, Bobby brought Rogue, Pyro, and Logan to his family's Boston house. The Drakes come home suddenly and Bobby 'comes out' about being a mutant..........

Ooooooookay... hey, gays, c'mere. Come, come. I get it. Singer got you- not to mention McKellen- reeled in with this transparent pride pandering. Now, look, I acknowledge that a number of you can relate to Bobby here. Being altogether exiled from family or them never accepting who you're going out with. I'm sure there have been violent and cruel reactions as well.

That being said, this scene is terrible! Bobby's parents being troubled by his mutation I can buy. His mother ready to scream because he chilled her tea, no. Bobby's *little* brother being so utterly repulsed- seriously, even this kid emotes better than Jean and Storm- that he runs upstairs and calls 911 was unforgivably exaggerated and stupid! Then, the Drakes just completely abandon Bobby when he and his friends are being rounded up by law enforcement.

I know to people like Singer wholesome, two-parent suburban families are really a front for kkk headquarters. One of those bigoted assumptions that no one points out. But no way do I buy that Bobby's parents could have and love their firstborn for almost twenty years, only to throw him to the wolves because he can generate snow cones. For pete's sake, there are parents willing to alibi their known serial killer-rapists, drug dealing, school shooting, bomb building children! I can't even call it a cartoony reaction because the actual animated adaptations weren't nearly so spoon-feeding.

On the 90s show, did Christopher Summers treat Scott like this? No! When they met, Christopher already had a team made up of intergalactic weirdos, including a white cat lady who inspired one of my characters. Did Jean's parents react badly? Before the stupid phoenix movie, she had the most stable family in every adaptation. Gambit's little bayou swamp family of thieves reacted to meeting the X-Men with such nonchalance that they had to be okay with mutation. Hank distanced himself from his family but only because he had such a physical mutation and didn't want to make trouble for them. Professor X couldn't tell about his mutation because during his era, he would have been institutionalized for hearing voices. Rogue's father threw her away, but that evil redneck was probably just mad he couldn't molest her. Even Jubilee's foster parents loved her. They just didn't know how to help her.

On X-Men Evolution, Evan's parents were too cool with his and Storm's mutations. So were Kurt's adopted parents. In fact, most of the students went home for the holidays. Ironically, the most negligent parents were flippin mutants, Mystique and Magneto.

I don't know what is with these movies and reducing the world to black and white caricatures. It's especially bothersome since the only really innocent mutants across the films are Rogue, Kitty, Jubilee, Kurt, and Scott. The rest go insane with power, join cults or other nefarious organizations, go on killing sprees, cause billions of dollars in property damage with their ridiculous inter-mutant tiffs. Oh wow, I just realized that these movies make mutation an allegory for urban gangs(Erik) vs. youth outreach programs (Charles).

Anyway, Rogue flies a plane to keep them from crashing, despite being a terrified young girl with no mary sue magic like her mother. Jean dies for stupid reasons but we still get a brief peace before the wet rag demon reemerges. Rogue is finally given a proper uniform and joins the team alongside her brother Kurt and Sc- SCOTT? W- b huh?! Kurt and Scott are right there when the Professor so properly but ominously tells the president to leave his babies alone. That wet rag drowning in water didn't prevent Scott from leading the X-Men. Kurt never left. What happened?!!!!!

.... Wait. Is x3 like the first Power Rangers movie- non-canon? So that means Jean really is dead and everything from last stand to logan is just a nightmarish alter-Earth.

Also meaning.....

-Scott got over the wet rag and dedicated himself to his students.

-Kurt stayed to get to know his sister.

-Logan and Scott developed a genuine friendship with no hootchie in the middle.

-Scott retained his place as Professor X's rightful heir.

-Charles and Erik really did meet as teenagers. They did have a long friendship at one point. Erik never paralyzed Charles!

-Rogue and Kurt eventually tracked Mystique down for child support

-Charles IS the hero!!!!!

I knew x2 was better than dofp 😄

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my2phetaliaheadcanons · 3 years

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If possible... Headcannons/fanfic from 2p Germany and 2p Russia, separately, taking interest in a friend from one country? Context: The country's friend is immortal, because of problems she went in her country's replacement at the meeting with the other countries. She has a very affectionate and outgoing personality, so she quickly picks up romantic interest from the attendees.

Sorry it took so long. Here it is!

2p Russia

A lone tall man walked through the basement halls of the United Nations building. His large, long blacked coat protected him from the chill of the A.C. and in his left hand was a simple black briefcase. His steps were quiet along the concrete, but his momentary silence would not last for much longer.

A set of steel doors sat closed and was located at the end of the hall. The sounds that lied within warned of chaos and death. Viktor blew a hard breath through his nose, as much as he wanted to leave, this meeting was important. It was the first time in a long time that all the 2ps were meeting and to avoid it could be costly.

Opening the door Viktor noticed that many nations were grouped together. The Nordics were in the back corner of the room talking about business. Germany and Italy were near their seats, both seemed to be scanning the crowd. Viktor guessed it was to see the missing member of their trio. Once Viktor found his seat, his eyes wandered around again.

This time his eye drifted over to the FACE family. Normally there were shouts and the clink of coins hitting glass, but today it was much quieter. As Viktor looked closer at the four, he realized something. Allen wasn’t there. Instead, there was a woman among them. She was (Y/H) and had (S/C) skin. The strange woman was leaning against the sitting blond Canadian. Both were talking and were smiling. Viktor did note that Matt seemed to have a small blush on his face. His observation was interrupted by a voice.

“All right-a everyone. Take your-a seats and shut-a up!”

Viktor grunted and looked over as the woman moved to take Allen’s seat. His eyebrow rose, this would take some investigating. But that would have to wait.

The meeting went almost as Viktor had expected. Various nations would present an issue, try to make it seem that their homes were thriving, and others would say their piece on an issue. During each part of this song and dance, some nation would then distract everyone. The main offender this time happened to be Macau. He had been going around attempting to piss of Italy so that he could win a bet.

Overall a normal meeting, but Viktor could not help but be distracted by the (E/C) beauty. She had been outgoing the entire meeting. Asking questions to the presenters, offering solutions, and overall being pleasant. It was cute, but there was one habit that stood out, pet names. Each person was given their own.

Despite the cuteness, Viktor was getting annoyed. It was not at the charming lady, but rather at his fellow nations. Their infatuation was apparent in the blushes and sudden smiles that came from their interactions with her. Viktor was not pleased with how others looked at her like a meal or a treasure. He also wasn’t pleased that he was feeling this way over a stranger, better yet a stranger attached to Allen.

With the end of the meeting came the desire for answers. Viktor rose quickly like a weasel looking for prey. He moved calmly and quickly over to the stranger. There he stood, in front of her but unnoticed, while she giggled and affectionately was playing around with England. Viktor felt his ire increase when she gave the killer baker a kiss. His blush made Viktor’s stomach twist in a painful way.

Before confronting her, Viktor looked over to the Canadian that seemed to be looking over at the pair jealously.

“Kaнaдa, who is this?”

“That’s (Y/N) (L/N). An old friend of Al’s, we’ve known her since childhood and since Al’s buried under work, he asked her to step in for him.”

Viktor just hummed in response. This woman was becoming more interesting. With two steps and a cough, Viktor stood in front of the playful pair.

Their attention turned to him quickly. The Brit did not look happy to be interrupted, while the woman smiled at him. Using his practiced grace Viktor reached out and took her hand. A gentle kiss was placed upon it.

“Hello, Ms. (L/N). I am the Russian Federation. Is there a chance you have a moment to discuss some things with me?”

(Y/N) covered her mouth and giggled. To Viktor, and many others it sounded like silver bells.

“Of course, I have some time before I have to get these notes to Al.”

Being the gentleman, he offered her his elbow. She responded with a bright smile and (Y/N) hooked her arm into his and followed the red eyed male out.

It was not long before they found a spot to sit and discuss. Their conversations soon left the topics of business and became more personal. Viktor was intrigued, despite the difference in the centuries she had lived, he couldn’t help but feel connected to her. To him her presence felt like a balm for his soul.

A beeping turned the chatting duo into silent statues. It was (Y/N)’s phone. She glanced quickly at it and grimaced.

“I’m sorry Viktor, I have got to get going. Al’s waiting for me and these papers.”

Of course. Allen just had to cut their time short. Standing alongside (Y/N), Viktor offered to give her a ride. Just something to give him more time to bask in her glow.

Being the true optimist, (Y/N) accepted with an enthusiastic yes!

The trip to his car and then to Al’s apartment felt too fast for Viktor. Before (Y/N) could leave the car. Viktor looked at (Y/N), he felt emotions that could not be explained easily, but he knew one thing. He needed to get to know (Y/N) better. So, he was going to take a chance.

“Would you care to go on a date with me? It is nothing serious, just a chance for us to get to know one another better.”

(Y/N) was not surprised. She just smiled and looked back at Viktor while getting out of the car.

“I would love to, but you need to realize one thing. I have noticed quite a few nations giving me the same goo-goo eyes that you have. So, be prepared for a fight for my heart.”

With a wink and giving Viktor a small sheet of paper, (Y/N) was gone. She had waltzed into Allen’s apartment building like a dream.

Looking down Viktor saw that the sheet was her phone number. Despite his cold heart, Viktor smirked to himself. He would figure out these feelings and if God willed it, he would secure her heart.

2p Germany

It was too loud and cold in this basement. The chaos had decided to get started before the meeting. Nations were yelling and weapons were flying. The A.C. was blowing like it was the reason for the next ice age. It was all annoying. All Luther wanted to do was sleep, maybe people watch, but that wouldn’t happen if these conditions continued.

With a deep groan Luther sat up straight and stretched. The sound of a satisfying pop alerted him that his stretching had relaxed muscles.

Luther glanced at the clock, and his head tilted to the left like a confused puppy. It was about ten minutes after the hour. That means the meeting should have started ten minutes ago, why hadn’t it started? He glanced around and understood one thing. Luciano, aka Italy, was not there.

Luther felt a little embarrassed he should have realized that earlier, but in his defense, the exhaustion and the beginnings of a headache ate at his awareness. Before he could wonder about the location of his missing Genosse, a (Y/H) woman ran over to the podium at the front of the room.

Her hair was wild, her face was flushed, gorgeous (E/C) looked around excitedly. She carried a smile as she reached forward and tapped on the microphone.

“Hello everyone, I apologize for being late. But I am (Y/N) (L/N) and I’m stepping in for Italy today. Sadly, he is out due to getting grounded and he has asked that I lead this meeting.”

Luther raised a brow and smirked. How cute. This pretty little vixen was now attempting to lead the meeting. The next few hours would be fun, well for him anyway.

For many nations the meeting was considered normal. Interruptions and fighting, before the more business-oriented nations took back control. This included the lovely (Y/N), but try as she may to keep the focus, many nations shattered her attempts like already cracked glass.

For one thing, Austria could not leave (Y/N) be. He was constantly interrupting presenting nations by breaking in rock ballads, mostly singing about (Y/N). While Norway was asking her whether or not she wanted to see a flaming heart, no one was quite sure what that mean. Since it was Norway, everyone knew that fire and pyros should not mix, except for (Y/N). Luckily Denmark stopped him by confiscating his lighter. Lastly, Luther joined in. He was dropping pickup lines and teasing (Y/N). Other nations did some stuff too, but it was not as entertaining as those three.

Throughout it all (Y/N) just giggled and responded with affection. In some cases, it was a compliment, other nations got gentle gestures. Those that received her affection either blushed or looked a little shocked.

Luther knew (Y/N) was gorgeous before, but her outgoing and sweet nature made her much more lovely. He thought he might be developing a crush, but Luther didn’t dwell to long on that thought. Mostly because everyone was getting up to leave and some of his rivals were closing in on (Y/N).

Without thinking it through, Luther quickly moved to take a spot by (Y/N)’s side. (Y/N) was surprised but didn’t seem to be against his presence. Luther gave a side smile and asked to walk her out. Somehow (Y/N)’s smile got even bigger, and she nodded.

Together they walked out of the cold, basement room. Luther gave dark glares at nearby nations while (Y/N) smiled and waved at the nations that walked by.

As they walked, Luther decided to get to know this little beauty more.

“So, how long have you known Luciano?”

“Since the third century, after all we grew up together in a way, though I am still way younger than him.”

This comment caused Luther to stop walking. Was she like them or some other thing that he didn’t know existed? Any way Luciano has some explaining to do later.

Luther watched as (Y/N) slowed, stopped and looked back at him. Her eyes seemed to be full of mischief and a cat-like smile rested on her face.

“Luther, if you don’t want to walk me to Luci’s I’m sure some other nation would be more than happy to take your place.”

Luther’s eyes went wide. He wasn’t expecting this sweet woman to be an observant and playful tease. It was hot.

“Liebling, why call someone else when I’m the only one you need.”

Both let out a chuckle as they stepped through the door that led into the stairwell. This seems to be the start of a classic love story.

#2p headcanons #2p hetalia #2p russia #2p germany #x reader #fic

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quicksilverrwrites · 3 years

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: peter maximoff x reader 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: it’s your first date with peter maximoff, and the tension between the two of you has been building for weeks. you share a passion like no other, and there's only one place this date can go: the dark back alley of the arcade, a place where no soul dare to go lest they bare the damned title of 'staff'. or quicksilver and scribe, i guess. you pick. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4.4k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+, sexual innuendos, peter and reader are early to mid twenties, british reader (sorry americans <3), make out scene and sexual attraction 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: the character that features as y/n in my fics is known by the mutant name “scribe” and is charles xavier’s niece.

Your date with Peter comes around the corner faster than you thought it would considering you’re not exactly the typical ‘student’ at Xavier’s School.

You’d thought it would take forever for the week to pass: typically, you spend your time waiting for your friend group to get out of lessons. You’re older, having graduated school when you lived in the United Kingdom, so the only lessons you attend are that of Power Efficiency, Mutant Physiology and Ethics, the latter two being optional and studied merely out of interest. The rest of your schedule consists of a lot of free time. You don’t work—with all the money you have, why would you? Uncle Charles keeps nagging you to do something with your time, something productive, but after what you went through in England with your father…

Making friends here was difficult enough. Dealing with your powers in a new situation—coming to this school—was enough. You’re not exactly an extrovert, either, which is why you’re so surprised that you and Peter click so well.

He’s eccentric and annoying and perfect. Okay, perhaps not perfect in a literal sense, but to you he is. Sure, his leather jacket kind of smells from age and sometimes he talks so fast that you find yourself struggling to keep up, but you find it endearing. And oh, those eyes—you could watch how they light up when he’s super excited about something forever, you think.

He’s the best thing that’s happened to you in a while. You wonder if Charles knew what he was doing when he made Peter your buddy upon your arrival at this institute, but in reality, you know it’s because you’re both the oldest students—almost-students?—at this school. Besides, Charles has seen the two of you work together as a chaotic duo, and you’ve heard the sighs and mutterings of the man when he’s been most exasperated because of the both of you. Why, you think, grinning at your reflection in the mirror, would he ever put himself through that chaos if he could avoid it? The first prank you articulated together was the beginning of many, and you’ve practically been inseparable since you first arrived here.

First it was friendship. Then… yeah, it didn’t take much at all to blossom into something more.

You look good, you think, smoothing down Peter’s Rush tee as it hangs oversized on your body. You look really good. Your style is what would be expected of Charles’ niece even despite the fact that you’ve only ever met him a few times in your life: classy, 10% preppy, academic to a fault. You typically match your clothes to the colour of your powers: blue, but azure in particular. Sometimes pastel blue. You’re particular like that. But tonight you’ve opted for something different. Something a little more… Peter.

Your hair falls naturally past your shoulders, and the cool sleeves of a black leather jacket—your father’s leather jacket, the only leather jacket you own—hang from your shoulders while the jacket itself stops at your thighs. It's too big for you. You’ve paired a black skirt with the shirt, but it’s free flowing and a soft material that practically blends in with Peter’s top. Your boots are chunky platforms, black, and this is the darkest your outfit has been in a while.

It still feels… you, though. It feels right. Maybe because Peter feels right, and you stole this tee from him after you stayed over that night in his basement when it was pouring with rain. You both knew you could’ve opened up a portal to get back to your dorm, but neither of you wanted that.

You both want this, though. You both want each other.

The very acknowledgement of that fact forces you to take a steadying breath in, but the sound of a knock at your door makes your breath stammer. You look at the clock frantically. Is he here already? You both agreed on seven thirty, and it’s only seven. You had a schedule. Arcade, dinner, and whatever was left for after. Maybe a kiss if you work up the courage. Your heart hammers in your chest at the thought. But—

“Ah—hello?” A familiar voice sounds from the door. You breathe a sigh of relief: Kurt. “I came to see if you needed help with anyzi—”

You cross the room to the door and open it before Kurt can finish his sentence.

Kurt grins. As usual it’s a sheepish grin, but there is excitement in his eyes.

“Excited?” Kurt asks. “I vould be if I vere going on a date with ze magnificent Quicksilver.”

You grin at him and roll your eyes, ushering him in the room before you close the door behind you. “Don’t say that in the hallway!” You scold him, not entirely serious. “Anyone could be listening.”

Kurt raises his eyebrows. “Could it be that you are embarrassed?”

Your eyes widen, brows rising too. “No! It’s just—it’s nice now that things between us are private. And… I want to take things slow. I’ve been on dates before, and when you tell people about it it’s always the same thing: when are you going to do this? When are you going to do that? I don’t want to be pressured. And explaining my reasoning to want to take things slow is almost as tiring as actually working myself up into confidence so that I’m not nervous the entire time—”

“You definitely seem nervous.”

You scowl at your friend. “I am not nervous.”

“Your cheeks are red.”

At that, you know your face is starting to flush as red as a tomato. “You are insufferable sometimes.”

Kurt grins. “A few weeks ago, I vould have been hurt to hear you say this.”

You scoff, batting him playfully on the arm. “Are you going to walk me down to the common room or not?”

Kurt’s face takes on an air of confusion. “Ze common room? Why there?”

You shrug softly. “Peter is meeting me there.”

Kurt’s eyes light up with amusement. “Ah,” he responds, and you know by the exaggerated upwards tilt of his head that the next words out of his mouth are going to be sarcastic. “Very discreet, yes. I bet he will bring flowers.”

You scoff once more, parting your lips in playful annoyance as you turn to leave the room, but Kurt appears in front of you before your hand reaches the doorknob. He opens the door, extends his hand to you when his back is pressed against it, and the bow he delivers is nothing but formal. Gentlemanly. He probably learned it in the circus. You give him a teasingly formal nod as you accept his fingers in your own.

The door closes behind you, locks with a wave of your hand, and with a deep breath, the two of you venture down the halls of the manor.

***

You hear the sounds of people cursing at Peter before you actually see Peter.

You and Kurt turn to look at the double doors which lead into the common room at the same time, but Peter comes to a speedy stop in front of the both of you before you can even track his movements… and Peter’s eyes glaze over your appearance, your outfit, as his face pales.

You smirk at the sight of it. You know he likes it. Likes seeing you in his clothes. He looked at you the same way when you first walked out of the bathroom attached to the basement in his tee and grey shorts after that night in the rain. He had slept on the sofa then, had given you his bed, but he’d mentioned to you a couple of days after that his sheets still smelled like a mix of him and you.

You knew then that he couldn’t get the image of you wearing his clothes out of his head.

His outfit isn’t a change from what he usually wears, but he still looks amazing. Hot. The sight of him takes your breath away every time you see him. Silver-and-black jacket, white tee with a band insignia on it, and leather pants with his silver shoes. You can’t forget the goggles on his head, either. But—wait, no, there is something different. A sort of smell.

“What are you wearing?” You ask, the end of your sentence tinged with laughter.

Peter glances down at his outfit. “What?” He asks, confusion—and the slightest bit of worry?—in his gaze. “What's wrong with this?”

“No, silly,” you laugh, “your aftershave. What is it?”

It’s the very definition of seventies musk. It’s musky, leathery, and there’s the faintest smell of whiskey. He’s put way too much on, but your mother always used to complain about how much perfume you put on, too. You’re wearing it now: it’s sweet with the air of something more expensive. Valentino.

When you asked the lady in the store to let you try the ones which smelled sweet like vanilla, this was the first one she showed you. Out of the eight you had the choice of, you were sold on the very first one. You know that the best way to get a guy to fall for you is to smell sweet like candy—it reminds them of their childhood. Or in Peter’s case, you guess it might just remind him of twinkies. You know he loves those.

Peter’s cheeks flush red, and he lowers his head as he laughs. “Oh, man. My mom was right. I really stink, huh?”

You can’t help but laugh: a genuine laugh, teeth in your smile and all. You stand from the sofa you were sitting on with Kurt, and you realise only then that he’s already disappeared. You feel a twinge of guilt for not noticing earlier, but you forgive yourself for that: it is your date night, and Kurt is forever polite.

“You smell great, Peter,” you say, and it’s not entirely a lie. He doesn’t smell bad — it’s better than the leather jacket smell. “And I’m excited for our,” you glance around, whispering, “date.”

Peter’s eyes light up at that. “Right. Date. You mind if I—?”

He gestures to your neck. Whiplash. Right. You shake your head. “Just don’t mess up my hair.”

He blinks at you. “Do you realise how much of a challenge that is?”

Your smile is sickly sweet and riddled with sarcasm. “You’ll figure it out.”

His expression goes slack. He likes it when you do that; when you’re mean to him. You’re a lovely person typically—you reached the lucky end of the trauma spectrum, the opposite of which being the angry side which could’ve made you an arse—but it’s so easy to tease Peter. You like the power in being able to wrap him around your finger. You’ve never had this power over any man before, and after feeling powerless for so long, it's thrilling.

Peter clears his throat, steps towards you, and you swear he’s trying to use the lightest touch possible as he steadies your neck and places a shaky hand on your waist—

And then you’re off.

The world is barely more than a blur. You can’t keep up. Just as you think you’ve gotten used to it, Peter turns a corner—or at least you think that's what happens, because that’s how you would describe the sensation of being almost jolted to the side. And just when you think you can’t take any more, he stops. You’re in the mall, right outside the blue-walled and darkly lit arcade.

Peter’s hands move gently from your body and you lean your hands against your thighs to try to stop the world from spinning. You’ve gotten used to the nauseating feeling this sort of travel gives you now, but you’re not used to the dizziness.

“You okay?” Peter asks, and you can see out of the corner of your eye that he’s assessing you for any potential damage. His hand hovers over your back as if he’s afraid to overstep his bounds, but you would lean into his touch any day.

“Yeah,” you breathe, slowly easing upwards. “I’m good.”

Peter glances over your face in another silent check before he nods. “You ready to get your ass kicked?”

You gape at him. Yeah, that sarcastic comment has knocked the dizziness right out of you. “Oh, you’re on.”

You’re less confident than you seem, but you don’t think Peter picks up on it as he grins and bouncily makes his way into the Arcade. You follow him, shoulder brushing against his as you catch up to his gait, because luckily you both walk fast. He turns to look at you and smiles, softer this time, and you almost get caught up in the softness of his eyes before your heart stammers, your throat closes up, and—

Oh, god. You’re not good with this. The romance. It makes you tense and nervous.

You turn away from him, hands wrapping around the controls of the nearest arcade game. “I call shotgun.”

Peter laughs and comes to a stop next to you. “I know you’re British and that makes you, like, socially awkward, but that only applies to cars.”

You nudge him in the side—hard, but not hard enough to really do damage. He hisses in annoyance, muttering jeez, lady, under his breath. You ask, “Are you really going to deny me my request on our date?”

Peter grins at you, fingers clenching around the neighbouring controls. “Depends. What do I get out of it?”

You smirk at him, your heart fluttering in your chest. “A kiss or two at the end of this, perhaps.”

You watch Peter’s adam’s apple bob. “Per—perhaps?”

You grin. “Depends how you behave.”

You don’t need to read thoughts like your uncle to know that Peter has to be telling himself to breathe. Because it seems like an awful lot of effort for him to successfully inhale and exhale, and he doesn’t say anything before he slams a coin—a quarter? you don’t understand American money—into the machine and the BEGIN GAME screen buzzes to life.

It’s pretty hard for you to catch your breath as you both play in silence, too.

Eventually, conversation picks back up again. A sarcastic comment. The occasional compliment. Peter’s good at these games, but so are you. Arcade stand after arcade stand, his teasing remarks make your heart flutter… as well as something deeper within you, too. You’ve never felt attraction like this before, and truthfully, it’s driving you wild.

“Dad wasn’t around much back home,” you reveal, your eyes glued to the avatar on the screen as it darts around, “so I had a lot of time to kill. The arcade became my home. So yeah, it’s safe to say I can easily kick your arse.”

“Arse,” he teases, mimicking the way you speak. “Trying to let me let you win with a sob story, Xavier? Nah, not going to work.”

You gape at him, taking your eyes off the screen for a mere second, but Peter takes the opportunity to kill your avatar for good. With mock outrage, you quip, “I was not trying to do that!”

He grins at you, his eyes glowing purple and red in the light of your dying avatar. “Ah,” he whispers, “victory tastes sweet.”

You press your lips together in defeat, and then you sigh as you take your hand in his. “Come on. I want a slushie.”

Peter lets you drag him away, and the two of you settle down at the food stand in the arcade as the lights around you buzz blue and purple.

You like the lighting in here, you think, as you step up to the worker. “Two slushies, please,” you tell him, smiling politely. “One red and blue for me, and Peter—?”

“All of them,” he says, nodding towards the flavours.

You part your lips in surprise. All of them? There are about eight flavours up on that display, and you know it’s all going to melt into a mess of slush that barely tastes like anything other than sugar. But the worker has obviously been asked for worse, because he just shrugs and gets to work. One pump, two pumps, three pumps—he goes through them all with the finesse of someone who has worked at a place like this for far too long, and when he hands you your simple two-flavoured slushie in comparison to Peter's complex one, you feel like a bit of a slushie fraud.

You go to reach into your pocket to grab your card, but Peter pays in cash before you can get it out. The cashier gives him a dollar and seventy two cents change, and your date nods in thanks to the cashier before he turns to you with a grin that’s more genuine than cheeky. “My treat.”

You lower your gaze to hide how wide your smile is as you laugh. “Thanks, Peter.”

He nods, and the two of you stand there awkwardly for a second, you sucking innocently on your straw as he stares at you, before he looks at the table and chairs nearby. He clears his throat. “Wanna sit?”

You shrug politely and he pulls out a chair for you. Gentleman. Did his mother give him a run-down of what to do and what not to do before he came here? Probably. You smile at him, your insides warming as you sit down in your seat. This slushie is good, you think, slurping it up through the straw as Peter takes a seat opposite you.

He takes a sip of his drink before he asks, “So the thing about your dad. I know it’s a sore subject considering…” He raises his brows, and you know he means the reason you came here. “But do you mind if I—?”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. You have too much slushie in your mouth, though, so your words are slurred and you smile bashfully as you cover your lips. Sorry, your look says, but he just grins at you.

Peter forces himself to look away, to turn serious again, as he scratches at a loose bit of film on the table. “Why wasn’t he around? Like, the deadbeat dad kind of thing, or…?”

You shake your head. This time, when you speak, you’ve cleared the slushie from your mouth. Your voice is a bit hoarse from the cold as you respond, “No. He worked a lot. He was either in Germany or the Middle East or—somewhere. Mom has a temper, so I found the arcade was a better place to be than home. It’s easy to lose yourself in the games here.”

Peter nods slowly, his head tilting up in a way that indicates thoughtfulness. It’s nice that he’s memorising your words. Nice that he actually cares. That means more to you than anything. “Well, that makes two of us. Absent fathers, I mean, and moms…?”

You grin at him. He's talked about his father before, but always in vague detail. You respond, “Almost-there moms. Just emotionally absent, at least for me. Maybe stunted is the right word.”

Peter lets out a sound between a noise like phew and a laugh. “Harsh, Y/N. No sugarcoating it there.”

You shrug softly, lowering your gaze to your drink. “Sometimes I wonder if…”

Your sentence trails off, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Peter tilt his head. But he doesn’t say anything. Just lets you take your time as he continues picking at the table.

You force a breath. “Sometimes I wonder if what happened… happened for the best. Between the three of us, nobody was happy. But then I think of what I did to him and it’s just—”

“Hey,” Peter says, and across the table, his hand reaches out to splay across yours. “For people like us—mutants,” he says, his tone lowering at the end of his sentence, “stuff like this is inevitable. But, uh… Charles has kinda helped me see that it’s the first step towards controlling this sort of thing. The first step to doing something better. And hell, Y/N, you’re already, like, rockin’. So you only have further to go.”

Your brows furrow in surprise at his words, your eyes turning doe-like at his reassurances. “You don’t think I’ve already hit rock bottom?”

Peter laughs. “You’ve got too much money for that. I've seen you blow two-fifty on curtains. Still don't know how I watched you do it."

You let out a laugh, and that’s when you properly acknowledge the skin to skin contact. His touch makes your body feel like it’s on fire. Your shoulders roll back as your thumb brushes against his knuckle, and Peter’s eyes dart down to your fingers before he looks right back up at you. He looks nervous, like his heart is thudding just as hard as yours.

“I like this,” you whisper. “Thank you.”

Peter lets out a huff of laughter, though from the sound of it, it’s an attempt to hide his nerves. “It’s only a slushie, Xavier."

Your laughter mimics his own, and you press your lips together as your eyes dart between his eyes and lips. You want to kiss him. You’ve never wanted to kiss somebody more. It’s like you could push him up against the wall and kiss him here and now without caring what anybody thinks, and you’ve never had that feeling before.

Peter’s throat bobs again. He’s staring at you in the same way, and you can feel the tension between the two of you as your chest tightens. But you can’t kiss here—not with the table between you, not when one of you will probably spill a slush puppy or both of them, or—

“Another game?” Peter says, his voice hoarse.

You blink the lust out of your eyes. Another game. Yeah—another game, and your slush puppy will melt between and it’ll be easier to drink, and then—

And then you can both get out of here.

You’ve never wanted to leave an arcade more.

The tension cools down a little as you play more games, but it rises as soon as you make a comment about his frantic button mashing movements; something like—

“I hope that’s not the technique you use in bed,” you tease.

Peter chokes, and needless to say, you win that game.

You keep playing until your slushies are finished. Peter finishes his before you, but he lets you have a sip before in order to try it. It’s just as you expected—a sugary mess with the strongest flavour being lime. It’s disgusting, but Peter merely grins at the sight of your face as you grimace at its sour taste.

You’re well aware of the way his gaze rakes up and down your body as you try to finish the rest of your slushie as fast as you can. You’re lingering now; the two of you want to get out of here, dinner be damned. His gaze hugs the curve of your body and lingers on your bare legs, your skin smooth and shaven, the boots you wear only elongating them—

“You look great, by the way,” Peter comments.

You look up at him while still sipping from that straw, and apparently the motion and the eye contact is too much for him. He looks away and mutters something under his breath, something you can’t hear over the beeping of the games and the music playing over the sound effects.

You slam the slushie cup down on the table next to you both with an air of achievement. “What?” You say almost teasingly. You know you’re driving him insane, and even though you’re hardly doing anything, this has been building up for weeks.

“Nothing,” Peter says.

Before you know it, his hand is at your neck and you’re in a different spot entirely.

It’s a short journey this time so you’re not dizzy. You’re still in the arcade, surrounded by the same blue walls and purple-hued lighting. But this area is darker and tucked away, and there’s a door nearby. Probably a staff entrance. This is somewhere you shouldn’t be, but for once, you’re not afraid of breaking the rules.

“The cups,” you comment teasingly. “We should clean them up.”

Peter lets out a breath. “Y/N,” he says, “I—"

“Kiss me,” you blurt out. “Please.”

Peter wastes no time in fulfilling your request.

He’s on you in a heartbeat, lips pressed against yours as his fingers rest at your neck. Innocent, sweet, and yet filled with a sort of passion that sets your lungs and chest ablaze. You can’t help the noise of content that slips from your lips as he backs you up against the wall, and you can’t help but think that this is so unlike him, but—no. No, this is what he’s been keeping buried down for weeks. It's the same for you, too. This is what he’s wanted to do to you for a while now.

This is only half of what he’s wanted to do to you for a while now.

You gasp as his tongue slips out against yours, and your own darts out in response to the sensation. You press your body flush into his, the both of you heated and warm from the feel of one another, and your jacket is quickly getting too hot to keep on any longer. It’s cool in here with the air conditioning, but even so the two of you are ablaze and alive and—

“Y/N” Peter whispers against your lips, his nose brushing against yours as he pants for breath, “d’you think we could leave dinner for tonight?”

Your body talks for you before your mind can register what he says. "Yes," you breathe, and then you pull him back to you.

His lips are on yours and there is nothing either of you need to say as his fingers roam down your shoulders, your arms, moving to your waist. He avoids your breasts and you’re grateful for that; despite how much your body might burn for him, you know that would make you feel like an object, like he only wants you for sex—like your mother has told you countless times before.

But as you and Peter kiss in the belly of that arcade, you think you might have found the one. The first person you can finally trust.

It might be the first date and you might want to take things slow, but this feels too good to pass up. Too good to lose. And because of that, you don't plan on letting him go—

Not unless he wants you gone first.

Not until a member of staff kicks you guys out, at least.

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