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ghstzzn · 10 months ago

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saints. ━━ jung wooyoung

pairing(s): jung wooyoung x fem!reader (a dash of san x reader.)

genre: SMUT! MDNI! angst (if you squint)

synopsis: addicted to the sweet taste of hatred, you let wooyoung use you over and over again— even after fucking his best friend. 1.6k words.

warnings/general tags: smut (mdni.), angst like if u squint fr, unprotected sex, mean dom!wooyoung, cum eating (?) rough sex, kind of degradation?, name calling (he calls her a whore twice but one is not in a sexy way), ass smacking, overstim, none really for san except f!rec oral, honestly his scene wasn’t all that intense, it was for plot, they are toxic, not a lot of plot just needed dom wooyoung, he sends pics of u both to san ;) (lmk if that needs an actual tag???)

note: needed to put out a cute little nasty smut to distract everyone from my evil plans!! i wanted to do a threesome (we know how much i fw those) but i got way too into the solo wooyoung smut so 😭 sorry!!!!! // also i tried a new thing in my writing with the sudden scene changes idk if i fw it tho!!

You weren’t going to lie to anyone– you knew exactly how you got here.

With San, the best friend of your ex-boyfriend (some would even call them platonic soulmates), in between your legs, lapping up your juices and praising you as if you were a goddess.

Yet, you weren’t anything close to a god. Not a saint, an angel– you were nothing. Wooyoung’s top priority was making sure you got that through your pretty little head during every screaming match that ended with you fucking the souls out of each other. You would feel guilty for San, but you can’t.

Because he knows.

Sans bruising grip on your thighs tells you everything you need to know. He pushes your legs further apart as he sits up, your release smeared across his lips. You stare at him, breathing heavily as you recover from your orgasm.

“Ride me?”

And with that, you’re whimpering as you force your body upright to ride him. San grips your hips, assisting just enough to help your hips roll against him, his cock hitting that sweet spot so deliciously.

If there were a badge specifically for fucking your best friends ex girlfriend; San would wear it with honor.

Your phone dings repeatedly, enough to snap you out of your fucked out state. You lift your arm to reach for your phone but San is quick to grab your wrist, and within a second you’re placed on your back again as he sets a pace that has you seeing stars.

And it always ends the same.

San is wiping your cum stained thighs, massaging your hips as he does so. You both giggle and tease each other as you dress yourselves.

“See you soon?”

“Get home quickly! It’s cold.”

“Drive safe, baby.”

“Text me when you get home!”

Such domestic, comforting statements that could have anyone’s heart fluttering. Phrases that would surely allude to you being in a relationship with the man who leaves your dorm multiple times a week during the night.

You smile to yourself as you watch your ex-boyfriend's best friend walk towards the elevator, closing your door softly once he enters.

Sitting criss cross on your bed, you grab your phone, checking through your notifications. You pause when Wooyoung's contact pops up; multiple missed calls and over ten messages sent to you.

do not answer him, girl:

are you up? y/n answer the phone please. i just wanna see you. baby? are u studying? can i help? baby come on u read all my messages

you:

don't call me baby, wooyoung

wooyoung: where are u? let me pick u up?

You bit your lip, fingers hovering over the keyboard. You know you shouldn’t. It never ends well for either of you, and your heart physically hurts when you see him or hear about him.

So you do exactly what you shouldn’t do.

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Your eyes flutter open and you breathe in softly as you bury yourself deeper into Wooyoung's hold. You lift your head slightly to study your ex-boyfriend’s face.

It’s moments like this that delude you into thinking everything could change. That you and Wooyoung could work again— to be happy again. To be the couple you once were.

You held onto every ounce of hope you could, because you really did still love him. But at the same time, you held so much hatred for the man holding you in his arms as if he were yours. You didn’t sleep with him last night, he really did want to see you. And this only made it worse for you.

“You’re still here?” A groggy voice speaks up.

You scoff. “Of course I’m still here, Wooyoung.”

He yawns and removes his arms from you with haste, quickly sitting up and running his hands through his hair.

“Why?” You don’t reply to him. Why were you still there? Lingering around you ex-boyfriend pathetically— as if you hadn’t just fucked his best friend. What is wrong with you?

Wooyoung stands from the bed, rolling his shoulders back as he stretches and pops his neck, “You know, when I picked you up last night?”

“What about it?”

“Your room reeked of sex.” And with that he walks out of his room, mumbling something about you.

You roll your eyes and practically jump out of his bed, following him to the kitchen.

“Sorry, didn’t quite catch that?”

He lets out a dry chuckle, “Don’t worry about it.”

“No, Wooyoung.” You stomp in front of him. “Say it.”

“I just think it’s pathetic how you let another man fuck you yet ran straight to me after a few texts.” Wooyoung states, leaning against the counter.

A few texts?

You inhale deeply, “First of all, it’s none of your business who I’m fucking or not. Second, you practically begged me to come over— don’t act like a goddamn saint here”

“You look like a whore.”

“Good one.”

“Get out of my house, Y/N.”

Wooyoung pushes past you, ignoring your presence as he picks up any messes from the nights before.

“You can’t just-“ You run your hands over your face, “What the fuck is wrong with you, Wooyoung.”

He doesn’t respond, giving you a sign to keep going.

“What are we doing here? We are broken up for fucks sake. You sit here and start fights with me but a few days later you’re begging me to come over, Wooyoung, begging.”

He turns around, rolling his eyes directly at you. Your chest only boils with more anger at his childish antics.

“Is this a fucking joke to you? Do you think this is a game?”

“Yes! It’s hilarious, Y/N.” Wooyoung shouts in response, “it’s fucking hilarious that no matter what you’re doing in your life, you will always come back to me.”

“And I'm trying to tell you that you aren’t any better.”

Wooyoung chuckles, “Well aren’t we just perfect for each other then?”

You lean against the back of the couch as you watch him march around his house.

“I don’t understand why we can’t just work.. like try again.”

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“F-fuck, Wooyoung!”

You grip the back of his neck as he harshly thrusts into you. Your legs wrapped tightly around him as he fucked you into his mattress.

“Does he fuck you like this? Huh?” Wooyoung sits up, removing your hands from his neck and gripping your face with his own hand. “Answer me.”

“N-no, no, please!” You throw your head back at a particular thrust, clinging onto his forearms.

He groans as you clench around him, readjusting your legs and throwing them over his shoulders.

“So pathetic— like I said.”

He pulls out, but before you could whine and whimper, he flips you over onto your hand and knees, smacking your ass before thrusting back into you.

Wooyoung groans and lets out breathy moans as he returns his brutal pace, muttering profanities and slight praises at you.

“Fuckk, taking me so good. Made for me to fuck you, right?” He smacks your ass again. “Should I record this? You look so- fuck.. You look so pretty. Gotta show him.”

You drop your face into the mattress, Wooyoungs words going in one ear out the other, too fucked out to pay attention.

“Whaddya think? Wanna let San see how good you’re taking my cock?”

Your eyes widen as you choke back a moan. Wooyoung chuckles from behind you, delivering another thrust that has you clenching and releasing around him.

“That make you cum?” He slows his thrusts down, but doesn’t stop once. “C’mon tell me— is he good? He fuck you like this, baby?”

Wooyoung starts to speed up again, drawing a whimper from your throat.

“Ah, pl- please, too much!”

“No, no, baby. Tell me everything.” He whines in your ear, mockingly. “Wanna hear how good my best friend fucks you.”

“N-not like you..” You whine.

Wooyoung lets out a low laugh, taking his fingers and wiping at the arousal and cum leaking down your thighs. He pulls you by your hair and taps his fingers at your mouth.

“He make you cum like this?” You submit once again and take his fingers in your mouth, sucking and lapping at your mixed juices on his fingers. He drops your hair and you catch yourself on the pillows.

“I'm sorry! I- "I'm sorry, ah, please!” You plead and beg with him as he thrusts into you at a brutal pace, tears lining your eyes.

“Awwe, you’re sorry? Wanna tell Sannie that you’re sorry too?” You almost miss the camera shutter click coming from his phone. “Should I send these to him? You look so pretty, my little whore.”

He tosses his phone to the side and grips your hips, tugging you back against him with every thrust. Wooyoung continued his pace as he chased his own high. You’re a trembling, crying mess as he finally cums inside of you, pulling out as he catches his breath.

Wooyoung rolls over to the side of you, running his hand through his sweaty hair and grabbing his phone with his other. He quickly taps away and throws it to the side again.

You slowly sit up, reaching over the bed to grab a shirt before Wooyoung stops you and tells you to wait. He comes back quickly and cleans you up just enough for you to rest without feeling like a puddle of body fluids, he leaves the room just as his phone lights up.

Suddenly you remember his remarks that he made as he pounded into you.

He knows about San.

You quickly grab your phone, seeing Sans's name pop up in Wooyoung notifications. You click the message without even thinking twice, gasping softly as you see a few photos of Wooyoung taking you from behind, covered in sweat and arousal.

You would get frustrated or embarrassed with the entire situation— considering your ex found out you were sleeping with his best friend. Especially right before seeing him. But San’s response only sent shivers down your body as your face started to heat up and your thighs clenched together.

taglist: @yourlocaljonghoe @304files (i know i dont have anything stating, but feel free to comment or send an ask for any taglists!)

(leaving his message up to ur sexy imaginations bc im gen thinking abt a woosan x reader next)

#ateez smut #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung smut #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #wooyoung hard hours #wooyoung hard thoughts #wooyoung imagines #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #wooyoung fanfic

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lady-ashfade · 1 year ago

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The trio

Day 11 of celebration marathon

Platonic!Trio x reader

-£ ask: Can you do something about how Percy, Annabeth and Grover would be meeting a new mortal friend after the quest? Like Annabeth having her first friend outside camp and maybe having all the awesome kid moments she missed ie sleepovers, movies, school dance... stuff like that. Grover making a friend he isn't trying to protect or save and can just be himself. And Percy making a friend with the confidence he got from knowing he's different but not broken. (I loved tonight's episode and can't wait for season two! I hope your enjoying the books they were my favorite when I was 12) @poemfreak306

-£ Warnings: fluffy friendship, hcs, me just going with what my brain comes up with, I haven’t slept since yesterday.

It’s funny how you were so excepting of their situation. Of course you were confused but you got over it pretty fast.

you had watched them defeat a monster on your way home from school and hid while they took care of it. You actually thought you were losing your mind.

They were just surprised as you when you went up to them, a normal human. I mean humans could see through the fog before but you were different.

“So…you actually have goat legs?” You point down at Grover as he blushes and nods.

“Awesome.”

You took them to your house and offered them a place to stay for the night, or some meals at first since they didn’t want to stay around you to long.

Annabeth likes to talk about things she feels like she can’t around anyone at camp, like girly things. Maybe you teach her a new hair style? Or show her a new teen magazine with cutes boys, then show her new movies she might like.

(I have a feel for wound either love or hate legacy blonde and you can’t convince me otherwise)

She likes when you gossip about your regular life and the problems you have, she likes to live through you. She also likes to teach you things to if you ask.

Grover is so happy to have you. He doesn’t feel the pressure. Not that it’s a problem with the other two but he likes to chill in your room. He’s a sucker for laying down in your room while you listen to music and play with his hair. Also, teach him videos games and battle him. He likes to visit you all the time to complain or rest up. You are his battery charger.

Also, Grover loves you because you always prepare snacks for him. He eats anything, Tin cans and random things he could find but you take the time to make him something. Makes him feel loved and cared about.

You are a blessing in Percy’s eyes. The other kids made fun of him for his whole like. But here you are, not a care in the world. You do scold him if he gets hurt and about being more careful tho he enjoys that. He had a kinda normal childhood with his mom so he knew a lot of things like you did so it was easy to bond. You got all his references!

Percy likes it when you listen to him rant on about his problems, about how camp is, or how he killed some monster. He enjoys how excited you get when he tells his stories. You call him and the others your hero’s.

Movie nights are always fun with them. Either you and Percy are showing them a movie you watched or you show them something.

If it horror. Grover will be watching intently while eating popcorn unlike what you thought the first time, he likes it. Annabeth is screaming at the tv how they are messing themselves up and somehow ends up rooting for the killer, (she never will admit she yelps at times) and Percy is in the middle. Sometimes his curling up and turning away, or laughing at the screen.

They get to be kids and enjoy a sleepover, eating snacks and throwing them around, laughing so hard they cry, staying up “all night” and then crashing.

Everytime they return to camp they have a new photo of you to hang up. Even as a mortal you are their best friend and they wouldn’t change it any other way.

taglist: @maria699669 @purplerose291 @itzmeme @ravenmedows

-£ this was edited poorly so many mistakes are made because I’m having a hard time keeping my eyes open.

#percy x reader #Percy Jackson x reader #platonic percy jackson x reader #platonic Grover underwood #platonic grover underwood x reader #grover underwood x reader #annabeth chase x reader #platonif annabeth chase x reader #pjo x you #platonic x reader

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icrypop · 9 months ago

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yandere headcannons for sbg gang? Maybe a few for their parents(platonically for the parents tho since reader would also be like 14 or smt), reader also went Savanah with the sbg gang and is experiencing the same as the rest of the gang, (if you don't mind, could you also put how the yanderes feel about your parents, you can choose what the readers parents r like, I would prefer it if readers parents lean on the dysfunctional/abusive/neglectful side, but at the end of the day I'm fine with anything! ty!^^)

Yandere HC's School Bus Graveyard

Ashlynn, Taylor/Tyler, Ben, Aiden, Logan + parents(ish)

WARNING: Yandere Themes, violence, manipulation, harsh and controlling themes, the all around yandere per say just not intensely descriptive

I love this request, I did bullet points and everyone has separate hcs except towards the end where its an all together type thing but regardless you can read this as platonically or romantically, however you'd like! (Parent HCs are platonically, almost like over protective parents) The reader is Gender Neutral!! Hope you like it!

-Writer Icy<3

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Ashlynn:

- Protective: Will go to any lengths to keep the reader safe, especially from their own parents which can sometimes get violent but refuses to let you know about it. With her stealth, she’s able to get rid of any competition outside of the group. That crush you had last week that broke your heart? Oh, they’re missing? What a shame…

Possessive: Sees the reader as her special friend/partner and doesn't like sharing their attention with others so whenever in the halls, tends to have scary dog privileges and stands close to the reader, scaring any other friends outside the gang away.

- Controlling: Likes to dictate who the reader can talk to and what they can do, under the guise of "protecting them." She can tend to become stalker-ish and since she had good hearing, if she were over at your house she’d overhear the shitty things your parents were saying so she could eventually bring them up to you in conversation and make you turn to her for a source of comfort.

- Manipulative: Uses the reader's need for safety and stability to bind them closer, often playing the role of the "savior." Since the 7 hour nightmare is a shared experience, she likes it better when you stay at her house so she can be there through it all and also to comfort you whenever you both wake up from it. Often offers for you to stay with her and not return home so she can watch over you at night, mostly just watch you.

Tyler:

- Obsessive: Constantly thinks about the reader and wants to be with them all the time. Keeps his eyes on you, don't wander to far from him when you guys are outside of the protective walls, he’ll go berserk. Also uses scary dog privileges and stays very close behind you, similar to Taylor but more so with you and doesn’t let you out of his sight. Ever.

- Jealous: Gets extremely jealous if the reader shows attention to others, even their own friends but learns to deal with it, knowing the group cares just as much as he does but never more than him.

- Idealizing: Puts the reader on a pedestal, believing they can do no wrong. He’s very attentive to their needs and desires. He praises them but in an aggressive, love-bombing type way. “Maybe I'm not smart enough…” He’d scoff and cross his arms ``Oh shut up, you know your grades are better than ours. Stop whining.” But he means well.

- Aggressive: Will lash out at anyone who he perceives as a threat to the reader’s well-being or happiness, including the reader's parents. That mean group of popular kids who laughed when you dropped your books? Yeah now they steer clear of you after Tyler caught them after school and lashed out severely, scaring them shitless.

Taylor:

- Charismatic: Uses charm to gain the reader's trust and affection. She always offers kind words and a big smile so its hard not to believe every word she says, shes so soft and gentle with it all. Is the main source of comfort, especially with the way every night for 7 hours has been going so she puts an arm around you and lets you rest while she watches. Watches the surroundings but also the way your breathing slows down while your near her..

- Stalkerish: Keeps tabs on the reader's whereabouts and activities, often without their knowledge. Literally had taken her and Tyler’s saved allowance to buy a cheap computer and now both take turns on days off from school. Are you at home? Oh your at the store with your shitty mom?? Time to go.

- Deceptive: May present a friendly and supportive facade while subtly isolating the reader from others. Often takes up on getting interested into your hobbies and things you enjoy just to pull you away from the others to talk to you about them and then keep you away for long periods of time.

- Overprotective: Will intervene in the reader's life, especially when it comes to their parents, believing that only she knows what's best for them. Calls on Tyler for brute force if ever needed while she holds you and tells you your safer with them. With her.

Aiden:

- Calm and Calculating: Observes the reader's life and plans ways to integrate himself more deeply into it. Very sneaky about it but if you were to notice, it’d probably just look like his usual creepy behavior and would brush it off with his signature smile if you brought it up.

- Emotionally Manipulative: Uses the reader's vulnerabilities, like their troubled family situation, to create dependency on him. The phantom realm puts alot of stress on your shoulders but its okay! Aiden is right there to help you. Call him crying about it or show up on his doorstep and he’ll draw you in with love-bombing and telling you that he is all you need.

- Possessive: Feels a need to be the most important person in the reader's life and will remove any obstacles to that. He is one of the more skilled yanderes aside from Ashlynn and probably Ben. He’s got the good “I can play Psycho Killer’ tendencies and works well when he’s got the energy to take out any person he deems a threat to the reader. He singles out everyone else and inserts himself into situations or conversations often so you think about him more.

- Devoted: Will go to extreme lengths to "rescue" the reader from their abusive or neglectful parents, offering a new family with the gang. Can and will buy you things that you want or need so you rely on him and slowly come to him more. Constantly sticking close and trying to protect you from any Phantoms wandering near you. You get a scratch though? Yeah they won’t be around once he finds them.

Ben:

- Fixated Has an intense focus on the reader, wanting to know everything about them. Has a separate notebook full of pages about things he knows about you and everything you’ve told him. Its literally an unhealthy obsession at its finest.

- Unpredictable: His mood can swing between loving and harsh, depending on how close the reader is to him. Since he’s usually quiet, he likes to stay closer to you, especially in the phantom realm. If anything, humans and phantoms alike, were to become a threat to you? Its like his past hits like whiplash and he’s killing whatever threatens you in the first place. Now, with people he's more discrete but he tends to seek comfort after he manages to kill a Phantom and you happen to see it.

- Guilt-Inducing: Often makes the reader feel guilty for trusting their parents.’’ Why believe all the lies they tell. Is what I’m doing for you not good enough?? I thought you trusted me..’ would be the message you receive after venting about your parents but claiming they still loved you and you loved them.

- Self-Sacrificing: Will do anything, even put himself in harm's way, to protect the reader from their parents and others. Countless times has he gotten caught in the cross-fire of trying to keep Phantoms from grabbing you. Gets fired up easily over anything getting too close to you but tries to keep his cool. He doesn’t want to scare you..

Logan:

- Gentle but Firm: Appears kind and understanding but can be strict about keeping the reader close. He keeps a soft tone but makes sure to be strict when the reader starts to sway back to their parents. “No it’s not safer there, I promise we can keep you safer..”

- Loyal: Deeply loyal to the reader and expects the same in return. Can become upset if the reader tries to distance themselves. Proves to be loyal by helping you with anything whether it be schoolwork, chores or even tasks before going into the Phantom realm.

- Protective: Has a strong desire to shield the reader from their dysfunctional family, often offering a "better home" with him and the gang. Constantly tries to persuade you by talking about how peaceful the garden is and all the plants and everything he helps take care of that you could see.

- Secretive: May hide his more intense feelings and actions, presenting himself as the "voice of reason" among the group but alerts the brutes if he notices things are off with you. He sees someone bothering you in the hall? Reports to Ash and that person is gone. Someone tripped you and laughed? He barely nudged Ben before it was taken care of. He’s like the messenger and is like your guardian to keep you safe, so safe from everything.

~The Group's Parents as Yanderes (Platonically)

Ashlynn's Parents:

- Overbearing: Makes jokes about wanting to "adopt" the reader into their family, offering them a better life than their own parents provide and stating it was a worriful joke.

- Invasive: Often pry into the reader's personal life and family situation, justifying it as concern so your not suspicious about the questions.

- Possessive: Believes the reader would be better off with them and might try to convince them to stay over more frequently, roping Ashlynn into trying to convince you to stay so your safe.

The Twin’s Mom

- Supportive: Offer emotional and sometimes financial support, wanting to become the reader's new support system.

- Manipulative: Subtly encourages the reader to distance themselves from their own parents, painting them as unworthy.

- Controlling: May attempt to take over the role of the reader's guardian, believing they know what's best for the reader so small acts of service like packing lunch or getting small articles of clothing since yours has blood stains or tears in them.

- Charismatic: Are friendly and welcoming, making the reader feel at home with them, constantly wanting you to feel comfortable and at home.

- Judgmental: Often criticize the reader's parents, emphasizing their own family's superiority just to change your mindset and how you see them.

- Encouraging: Pushes the reader to confide in them about their family issues, offering to "step in" whenever necessary.

Aiden's Parents/ Ben’s guardians

- Calm and Nurturing: Provide a stable and peaceful environment, contrasting with the reader's chaotic home life, explaining whats theirs is yours.

- Possessive: Feel a need to "rescue" the reader and integrate them into their family permanently.

- Protective: Actively works to shield the reader from their own parents' influence, sometimes through legal means.

- Loving: Shows an overwhelming amount of affection towards the reader, wanting to make up for the love they lack at home wether its through acts of service or gift giving.

- Overly Involved: Want to be involved in every aspect of the reader's life, including their relationship with their parents.

- Persistent: Keep offering the reader a place in their family, even if the reader hesitates and tries to rope Ben and Aiden to help do the same, pressuring you in a loving way.

Logan's Grandparents:

- Gentle and Understanding: Present themselves as a safe haven for the reader, understanding their struggles, offering gentle nature and helping hands to the reader's chaos.

- Supportive: Offer help and guidance, often encouraging the reader to stay with them so they can help and be there for them more.

- Protective: Will go to great lengths to keep the reader safe, including intervening in their family situation and acting as messengers to the group, including their guardians as well.

~Yandere Group's Feelings Toward Reader's Dysfunctional Parents and How They'd Help

~ General Feelings: The gang collectively despises the reader's parents for being neglectful, abusive, or dysfunctional. They see the reader's parents as unworthy and harmful, and they feel a strong desire to protect the reader from them.

~Helping the Reader:

- Ashlynn: Would try to physically remove the reader from their home, offering her own house as a sanctuary.

- Tyler: Would aggressively speak harshly about the readers parents, Taylor helping alongside him to alter your way of thinking so highly of them.

- Taylor: Would manipulate situations to make the reader's parents look worse, encouraging the reader to rely more on her.

- Aiden: Would provide a calm, safe space and work on legal ways to help the reader distance themselves from their parents.

- Ben: Would emotionally support the reader, offering a listening ear and trying to become their main source of comfort.

- Logan: Would offer practical solutions, like helping the reader find a new place to live or getting them into counseling, all while subtly keeping them close.

Each member of the gang would take a different approach to help the reader, but all would be united in their determination to remove the reader from their harmful home environment and keep them close within the gang's protective circle as their parents/guardians act as the protective outer circle.

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dangermousie · 4 months ago

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Confession time - I find Miles Wei’s character more interesting that Li Xian’s.

It’s honestly The Double again for me - a female centric narrative about a driven woman with a terrible weak ex and a powerful new dude - and I find myself much more interested in the bad dude than the good one.

OK, before people come for my head, this doesn’t mean I find Peony husband a better person than the Envoy or that I ship him with FL (no thank you!), I just find him more interesting as a character for the same reason that I found Shen Yurong more interesting in The Double (tho in The Double, it was exacerbated by the fact that SYR and Princess Wanning actors gave the best performances in the drama - the mains were great but those two were another level. Here I don’t think Husband is giving a better performance than Envoy.)

You never truly know how Husband would act and which way he’d jump. He’s not the noble main character bound by the narrative restrictions (and censorship restrictions) within a certain path. And that is what makes him interesting to me - the complexity but also the uncertainty. I mean both actual MLs of The Double and Peony have a bit of an edge - Duke Su is dramatic and ruthless and starts out using FL and Envoy is dramatic, standoffish from FL and seemingly corrupt. But it’s a cdrama in this era, not a decade plus ago, we all know every minute they are actually good guys - no, Envoy is not actually corrupt and Duke Su is not actually murder happy - the former is saving the bribes for the people of treasury or w/e, Duke Su only kills death penalty people and both are super super duper loyal to the crown and of course would save the FL if she really needed it.

That makes them great husband material but it removes a lot of the tension I find interesting. No, a character does not need to be dark and/or unhinged for me to find them interesting - I loved 17 in LYF and am loving XXC in The Blossoming Love and those two are utter Boy Scouts - but it is hard to do in such a way they grab me.

Meanwhile secondaries are out there running free of confines of the moral messages which gives them an edge.

In the olden days, you could have MLs which were like this (I am thinking of Glamorous Imperial Concubine - the deliciousness of it was that Kevin Yan started ready willing and able to harm FL for his goals, not to mention all the “proper” historicals - think of Three Kingdoms or Advisors’ Alliance - those were not romantic heroes in traditional sense or a more recent example of Goodbye My Princess or Siege in Fog - except their inability to let FL go it was anything goes for those MLs) but for obvious reasons, this doesn’t happen much any more - the closest we’ve come recently is Kunning and Blossom and I adored both - there a lot of tension was that even after we realized MLs would die for FL, you often had no idea how they’d jump for other reasons and it gave us tension.

(Interesting side note is something like Eternal Brotherhood where even until the last episode, in terms of romance, I could not tell how Xiu would react to Ning - he was a very good person but the tension in the narrative came from his immense damage - every scene between them crackled with whether his feelings would win or his issues - it was constantly his issues but in every scene I kept going…but what if? That’s good acting and writing! But then there was the other tension because what Xiu was dedicated to was brotherhood and his platonic ideal of what a just society should be - which put him on a collision course with the wishes of his heart, and his friends and even the ruler - it gave uncertainty also. That’s a hard balancing act.)

Anyway this is a ramble so I will finish this failed attempt at an essay by saying - if cdrama rules allowed mains more edge and uncertainty, I’d probably be (even) more interested but as is, much as I love the mains, I often end up more drawn to secondaries in terms of interest.

#cdrama #eternal brotherhood #flourished peony #the double #glamorous imperial concubine

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erabu-san · 11 months ago

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tighnari saying cyno and sethos are like brothers at the end of this quest... cyno really is collecting siblings like pokemon. good for him!!

Yeeeessss!!

In my HC, Cyno put a lot of attention in family.

Firstly because Cyrus was his only one family when he was a kid with amnesia, but also he grown up with Lisa as colleague under the same professor, but both of them consider Cyrus as a parental figure : without saying anything, a link it made of brother/sister. Cyno never knows his family by blood, and I think he was curious once. But he is satisfy with his current family ! And for him, family doesn't need to blood related. And if I remember well, Cyno said (during Windblum event, EVENT EXTREMELY IMPORTANT FOR ME 😭🫶) something like it is pretty current people in Akademiya becomes a family for study. It was his case ! Cyrus becomes his dad figure, Lisa, her senior, is like a big sister (I wouldn't never forget when she calls him little brother/baby brother) (AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY LISA !!! <3). And when in windblum Cyno came visited Lisa, during their conversation, Cyno is the one mentionning the family bond she has with Cyrus "you are also part of the family, Lisa. It is normal for a daughter to talk like his father" (*CRYING*)! It sounds a tiny detail but I feel like this is so important for him.

Then came Tighnari, aka the first friend he had ever ! (I am a bit lost in chronology tho. In Tighnari's backsto, we learn they met when Cyno was already the general mahamatra while Tighnari was a student new-ly popular. But in Cyno's quest, we learn that they were student when they met ?? So Cyno was student and General ? 🤔 welp, I am still unsure but now I include it in my HC/brainrot kskdkd). And also Collei ! Collei is a bit more complicated, in term that she wasn't comfortable around him for a long time being. But even when she wasn't comfortable around him at first, she still gave him a bookmark handmade during windblum and saying he is like a family for him (I AM ON THE FLOOR). Tighnari and Cyno both consider Collei like a little sister, and bahaha when they "fight" about "who is the older one" and tighnari don't want to admit this loser being the older oh gosh i love theeeeeeem (I will never recover from "oh yeah but you're younger in your head, Collei could be your big sis !" "I wouldn't never say I am the youngest !!! Except if it is for an opportunity for winning TCG by shocking my opponent.." cyno you are so real). But during this windblum event again, Cyno said something like "you know Collei, tighnari said we are not an akademiya family, and he doesn't want to work on a post together" and this is SUPER IMPORTANT because for Cyno, as you can see earlier, only had family by study (Cyrus, Lisa). He worked, studied and published with his father and Lisa. And also, he did homework with Tighnari that he considers like a brother in soul. But the fact he was "refused" to do work with Collei and him, kind of make him feel to tell Collei "yeah we r family but, tighnari... ):"

As Tighnari answered "You know, we can consider ourself as a normal family" AND THAT'S SOSO IMPORTANT. In my HC, Tighnari is the one in group having a "good family" (not in sumeru cast, I believe it is Nilou who has the healthiest family). He knows what a family is supposed to, he grew up with parents who teach him a lot of thing and he explored with them. Anyway Tighnari is a healthy kid, he knows that they don't need to work on a project together to be a family. Oh and that's also why I HC him Aromantic, AroAce persons value platonic and familyship a lot more than romantic, so he doesn't know mind that Collei and Cyno who are not blood related to him are like a true family for him !

(Before continue, I want to talk his bond with Collei ; I believe he can relates on how Collei suffered from the seal, because Cyno who might forget his past, he remembers the pain. That's how in Tighnari's voiceline, Cyno often check how Collei is going w/o her noticing. Even when Collei was aware of Cyno and under Tighnari care, he was ready to help her. And in the first story quest, Tighnari said that she still awares of him. I wonder how often they talk abt Collei !! I am sure Cyno shares to Tighnari how much he woud like to get along with her, and that's how Tighnari gives him opportunity like this one official art when in description Tighnari said "I asked Collei to bring Cyno")

And so, that's how in Cyno's quest we were able to see all his closest friends. Tighnari Collei Kaveh Alhaitham Candace Dehya Faruzan (and Traveler). Everyone was worried for him, was wishing to help him, and was here for him. And Cyno also noticed he is less alone (GOOD FOR HIM). And now, there is Sethos, a man coming from nowhere in this life, but an important man ; they didn't spend life together but they can feel a deep connection bcuz of both of their backstory. Sethos might be the closest to understand all his doubt a long time ago (and Cyno IS the closest person for Sethos to relate). And IN CYNO'S VOICELINE ABOUT SETHOS "Aren't we his best friends of whole Sumeru city ?! 😐" Cyno pulled the power of friendship and adopt him in his big family circle.

ANYWAY WOW IT IS ONLY 8AM AND I AM HERE ALREADY YAPPING ABOUT CYNO BAHAHAHA

But genshin impact is for me more family impact that anything 😭 🫶 (and that's also why I am stuck with sumeru while FONTAINE AND THE HOUSE OF HEARTH ARE JUST RIGHT HERE ?!?!) after all, we are playing a traveler who is searching their twin !

Thank you for reading my talk, anon

#reply #I feel embarassed everytime I do a long text because I know there is mistake but I am lazy to look at it #“so abt cyno..” and for an hour I will talk about them.#cyno is my comfort character as you can see KGBSKGKS #i am less into deep lore and theory even if I try #but my attachment to him manifest on how I analyse his feeling/reaction to something #and I love it when he talks in game and it matches my interpretation #bUT THAT'S ALSO I AM STILL SHOCK ABT THE FACT HE WAS STUDENT WHEN HE MET TIGHNARI ????#it is not a bad thing but I clearly didn't expect that since in my head he was already a general who already graduated #that's the only thing I didn't expect and it disturb me in sense of “oh weird do i need to change my perception?”#it is hard to explain #glad I am flexible with my point of view tho haha

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nonbinary-dandy · 4 months ago

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My thoughts on Nandermo

WWDITS Finale spoilers

I'm mad beyond comprehension about what they did to Nandermo. Like I'm not even asking for canon Nandermo (that would be nice tho), but could you for the first time in the show bring them up out loud? They could be like "Wanna go on a date? - Sorry no I don't think that will work out" and I'll be significantly happier that I am now. What was the point of this all? They become friends? Cool, great, I'll take that, but can you if that's the case please stop producing queerbait scenes with them?! With no deeper thoughts behind? Like it doesn't look like they are platonic and fine, it looks like you wanted ao3 writers to finish your job figuring out their slowburn. Zero acknowledgement of whatever was going on with them, cos you can't deny they had and still have something gay happening. I know that in real life people sometimes don't voice or talk about their feelings and not every pair of people who have a thing for each other end up together, but this is a fucking TV series and this ship was a significant part of it that ended this miserably. It's will they won't they except in the end we still don't know will they or won't.

I don't want only and only them kissing or banging or happy ever after walking down the aisle credits roll, i just want ANSWERS. Is that too much to ask for?

#wwdits #wwdits spoilers #wwdits finale #what we do in the shadows spoilers #what we do in the shadows #nandermo #nandermover

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yan-randomfandom · 8 months ago

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Hi I saw your Platonic Yandere Dev post and would like to request something similar but this time it’s about Dev being Platonic Yandere for his dad? If that’s ok

Stuff like him hating his dad giving others any attention because he believes all his focus should be on him just like in the finale

Like he took over a whole magical world just for his dads attention so I could see this not being far off

P!Y!Dev Dimmadome & Dale Dimmadome

Hello anon!! As a canon & canon, this will be more of a discussion!

But you're right, honestly, Dev may as well be a platonic yandere by definition— I mean,, poor Peri was fr about to confetti 😭 The whole fairyworld in danger? Their lives were at risk?

and Dev did allat for his dad?? Or, at least, he's the source, the other reasons are his ego, power, and anger... which is very sad..

...arguably not even worth it in the end. He forgot everything he did :C

For the HCs though, it's shown that Dev would do anything his dad asks for. He seeks for any sort of validation from him and will follow his orders—except when it comes to his friends (Hazel hat moment).

He also prolly hates business as a whole. It's the very thing that keeps his dad busy. Literally obsessed with it. Heck, the whole taking-over-fairy-world thing even somehow managed to be about business.

I'm sure Dev is softer to his dad than anyone else tho. He doesn't really take out his frustrations at him. I did headcanons with the Reader but because they're an 'outsider', he's more prone to having emotional issues (demanding behavior).

i hope in season 2 dev gets happier even without the memories so I HOPE WE HAVE SEAOSN 2 PLEASSEE PLS PLSPL PSP LSPLS

STREAM FOPANW WHEN IT COMES TO NETFLIX!!!!! if that's true information,,, i got it from somewhere here.... said that its gonna determine whether season 2 will be greenlit

#yanyan hcs #yanyan crumbs #platonic yandere #yandere #fop dale #fop dev #dev dimmadome #dale dimmadome #yandere fairly oddparents x reader #yandere fopanw #yandere fop a new wish

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bellewintersroe · 1 year ago

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Eugene Roe x Nurse!Reader Headcanons

A series of headcanons on how your relationship with Eugene slowly turned from platonic to romantic over the course of the war…

So ofc Gene follows the rules, he knows there’s strictly no allowing fraternisation, so no matter what ways he feels about you when he first sees you, he has to push them aside.

you’re close tho, like probably closer to him than the other nurses are- you’re friendly and sweet and kind, Gene asks you often for help and advice and you’d do the same.

Sometimes he’d pretend to himself he didn’t know what he was doing, just so he could come visit you to learn and listen.

Listen, during the war he’d find you sooo soothing to him. It’s no lie the men were starved of female company, and Gene is no exception.

your warmth and presence is so inviting and calming- you’d be so mellow in the times when he thought nobody could be, he’d deffo get super upset to see you down or upset.

Maybe things would slowly get more touchy feely- not in a weird or overbearing way- but like Gene senses your stressed and rubs your shoulder, or you’d place a soft hand on his arm, rubbing his skin over his sleeve.

blushes like crazy- at first he’d be stuttering but I think over time he’d act so cool and collected- on the inside he’s a worried mess for you, especially out in Europe.

his gazes would tell you everything you needed to know, you’d both deffo sense there was something between you, but you know there’s no room to make a move- nevermind that there’s barely any time.

In Bastogne is where I think the friendship would become something with more… blurred lines?

it’s towards the end of your stay on the line, the nurses are kept further back, but you’re so cold and frightened, you got a little lost so you just bunk out in a foxhole not far from the rest of the men, comforted knowing they were around. Still- you were close enough to hear them, but it was too dark to see anyone.

So when footsteps begin rapidly approaching, you’re helpless and all you can do is turn around- your heart stopping and breathing rapid.

“Y/n?! What’re you doing here?!” Luckily it’s Gene who falls beside you in the damp foxhole. Your hand would be on your chest, exhaling in relief as you drop your head, attempting to calm your racing pulse.

“Y/n?” Genes shuddering, but more worried about what’s going on with you. No matter how much he’s suffered in Bastogne he’s still frantically concerned about you.

“I’m ok, sorry, Gene… God you scared me. I got lost out here, just stayed here. I’m too cold to move.”

He’d take one glance over you before covering your hands with his, rubbing them, pulling you closer into him. I don’t think he’d even do it consciously, but you’d be wrapped under his arm, warming up one another.

it probably wouldn’t take much when you’re in that position for you to move closer and share a kiss.

it just kinda happens? You’re both surprised but at the same time you’re not, you don’t speak about it after, but you go on sharing knowing smiles and lingering touches with the common thought in mind that you two just had to be patient.

when the opportunity gives- Eugene takes. If you finally get to be alone, at first it’s a little awkward? He’s a little nervous, but you two would just be able to explore a level of intimacy with one another that you haven’t before.

even if things move slow it’s sooo worth it, Gene would be the kindest, most gentle, patient, loving man ever.

#eugene roe x reader #eugene roe #gene roe x reader #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader

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simplyreveries · 1 year ago

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hewwoooo i was the anon who requested the trey + vil with plus-sized reader :3 i really love your writing!!!! so expect me to come back here pretty often :D you can call me 🫀 anon from now on hehe (and also expect all my requests to be platonic except for trey oop)

im here for another request !! may i request the shroud brothers, vil, leona and trey with an ignihyde!reader ?? my self-insert is actually an ignihyde student based on the fates so i cant really insert myself into twst x readers with yuu!reader lol. no pressure tho <3

here ya go!! I'm super happy you liked my other one, I apologize for this one's wait i got busy!<3

idia shroud

it’ll take a while for the two of you to become any sorts of close. i can imagine your meetings (even though he's your own DORM LEADER lmao) will be brief and vague, sometimes seemingly halfhearted when he is forced to tell his dorm something, to which he usually just messages.

you’ll find him lurking and leaving his room in the late hours to get something or go the sam's mystery shop if it's still open for instant food or stuff of that sorts. nevertheless, you still are an ignihyde student so you two do seem to get along pretty well. even in those short moments— he finds himself being okay around you.

i guess you could say he is relieved you're one of the few people who won't make idia feel utterly awkward or uncomfortable running into so that's definitely some sort of a relief for him. in fact, that usually entails you two ending up hanging out together or doing something stupidly fun together.

ortho shroud

aside from idia he actually did make an effort to get to know you in the first place and in his attempts to get idia out more, suggested you guys hang out at times! he’d claim and tell idia how interesting of a person you were— plenty of stories as someone who even has been or lived in their homelands, the shaftlands!! he wants to see everyone in the dorm get along well. so, you may see him actively trying to get you and idia to be friends as well haha

im sure you two did become unlikely friends though it's inevitable, especially with ortho. he is happy to see his brother get along with you, its very common soon enough that you guys commonly hang out together.

ortho is very sweet whenever you pass him by in the dorm or in school always saying "hello" or asking how you're feeling. he's happy to be able to get along with others in his dorm.

vil schoenheit

he's curious about you quite a bit considering he knows how the reputation of ignihyde students are well…. very reclusive and don't really interact much with others and other dorms. he has worked with ignihyde students in the past with favors and needing stuff for his film making club (like the magical wheel he needed for epel once) which usually makes him prompt to coming towards you a lot to inquire and get any tech and gadgets that could be used for films they're making… even if you may not be the most outgoing person, he’ll surprisingly feel quite easy to talk to.

if you tend to take on the habits of your fellow dormmates or your dorm leader, he will once in a while tell you to make sure you're taking care of yourself and make sure you're doing things like self-care or sleeping right. it's nothing harsh or anything but it's a small way he looks out for you as he gets closer to you throughout time.

you're like a favored student of his from that dorm, he has grown to be pretty fond of. you've piqued his interest enough and helped him out too that he does seem kinder to you in ways.

leona kingscholar

originally, he really had no interested talking to or frankly being around any of that dorm. besides like idia during dorm leader meetings, he barely even knew anyone there despite it being at least his 4th year in that school. he still finds it, unusual and even strange that you've become rather close to him (even if that may feel one sided but it's just leona ok)

he does tend to feel more content and okay with you if you’re more on the quieter side anyway. he does grow a small sense of fondness to you— he even finds himself slightly surprised as your the last person he expected to garner his attention. but nevertheless, you found yourself nicely close to him even if he doesn’t show it the best.

leona sometimes makes quips or teases about your own dorm, how considerably different the two may be. especially a lot at first before you two grew closer, he just found it strange almost, to find yourself close to him.

trey clover

its funny because besides like ortho or idia and maybe a few various students of that dorm here and there in the school— ever so introverted and quiet he doesn't see that many of your dorm. even cater himself admits he doesn't seem to really know or have any friends from that dorm and he's cater! trey will muse he’s beaten cater at that by dating one.

you may have to get used to his dorm being pretty social, considering all the events they hold whereas you’re probably used to the cold and quiet ignihyde dorms. you may have to even adjust whenever you decide to come over and see trey, especially with people like cater or ace who are heavily social.

he hopes you’ll grow and find yourself comfortable there, you’ll find him laughing bashfully when pointing out their antics in comparison to the dormmates you're used to. you'll find him chuckling asking how you manage to put up with some of them, he can only imagine how different it must be for you.

#twst #twst x reader #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #twst imagines #twisted wonderland #trey x reader #idia shroud #ortho shroud #vil schoenheit #leona kingscholar

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crazyfor-toby · 2 years ago

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hi!! First of all happy belated birthday no idea when you’ll see this but 🥳 I just wanted to see if you could just do some general kinda fluff for Toby and any other of your choosing during like the crush stage

also you are an amazing writer and incredibly creative whoever the douchebag who stood you up is doesn’t deserve you so get yourself a better man bc if anyone deserves it it’s you<3

so yeah that’s the end of my little rant and feel free to just ignore this ask, put yourself first!

-A ❤️

Summary :: Toby during the crush stage

Notes :: thank you so much!🤭 You are too sweet! btw I didn't know which Toby you wanted so I js did High school Toby but I can always change it if you want and make another one for him💟 I'm prob going to add Jeff later but I js wanted to get this out as soon as possible

Warnings :: none that I can think of except for the usual cursing

Readers gender :: None assigned, gender neutral

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This guy is so fucking mean for no reason but hates whenever anyone else is mean to you

He bullies you because he doesn't know how to respond to his own emotions and he has absolutely 0 experience. Plus, he thinks you're only talking to him to mess with him at first

I can see him falling for someone because they were nice to him or because he found them physically attractive as bad as it may sound to some people. But, he does know when someone is only being nice because they feel bad or they are just trying to mess with his feelings he just wants to be treated like a normal human being not get made fun of or have people be overly nice to him because of his disorders but we can get more into those emotions another time.

Even though he can most of the time tell the difference between genuine kindness and people feeling bad, sometimes he may think that people are messing with him when they actually are being genuinely nice because he overthinks everything and lets his bad thoughts take over a lot of the time.

Would definitely zone out while staring at you as he bites his nails and hands... Gets so many side eyes and weird stares because of it too

thinks about you 24/7 to the point it affects his daily life and his mother and sister get worried

He would probably mistake his romantic feelings for platonic at first but when he realizes the only thing that changes is how mean he is to you and I don't mean he gets nicer 😃 your #1 hater and #1 supporter

He's honestly confusing, one minute he'll be thinking you hate him and he doesn't have a chance to thinking he does have a chance and that you have the same feelings for him as he does for you.

Meaning that there's like a 30% he will make a first move on you because you have to catch him in the right mood, at the right time, on the right day which is pretty hard because you'll never know what mood he'll be in and he

He literally just acts like he hates you and if you asked him out or made a move he'd turn it down but then out of no where months later he will ask you out

he's honestly such an attention whore and he only craves your attention now so good luck

the only time he can really talk to you in person outside of school is if you happen to be friends with his sister or you guys meet up somewhere like a park or a cafe which isn't that often because of his parents so he makes up for it by texting you all day

Reminder though that he isn't some soft and shy bundle of joy who is just hurt, he is crazy and is slowly going under the control of Slenderman. He can have major mood swings and will most likely make you end up not liking him for the way he treats you at first, he doesn't mean it tho he's just a lil delulu 😊

Overall, your experience is gonna be a rough 5/10 unless you don't mind his harsh words then it'd be like a 6.5 - 7.5

#creepypasta #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers creepypasta #ticci toby creepypasta #highschool Toby Rogers #ticcy toby #creepypasta toby #toby x reader #toby rogers x reader #ticci toby headcanons #toby rogers #ticci toby x you #toby rogers x you #tobias erin rogers #toby erin rogers #tobias rogers

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banquetwriter · 1 year ago

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୨୧ Cinnamon ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ Johnnie and reader don't get together, sorta a unhappy ending (tho its unclear whether Johnnie is into reader)

summary: �� after texting Johnnie for days straight a party doesn't go how you imagine ɞ

Words: 1502

An: this didn't go how i wanted it to… you get a star if you can guess which song this was very loosely based off of.

SUPPORT ME

There are so many unique feelings humans feel that have names. Such as opia, the feeling of looking someone in the eye and feeling an intense feeling of vulnerability. As if someone is looking through you.

Or exulansis, the tendency to stop talking about something in the middle of talking. Often when the listeners do not seem interested or relate at all feeling the storyteller is jealous.

Of course, there aren't an endless amount of words. Like for example there is no word to describe the feeling of breaking up/getting broken up with over text late at night when you're young and having to act completely normal at breakfast with your family the next morning. As they had no idea you were even seeing someone in the first place.

There are no single words to describe that feeling. A very unique one. It's a similar feeling to what you feel now. Dumb, maybe a little excited, and egear. You met Johnnie Guilbert almost two weeks ago at a party. Being a mutual friend of Tara’s it was bound to happen at some point.

You immediately felt a pull towards him. He was funny, had good style, and above all else was nice to you. Not a common thing among most men nowadays. Knowing the nature of Tara’s friends you googled him as soon as you got home.

Immediately found his Instagram and followed him. You weren't sure it was going anywhere but one day he followed back and another party the two of you had been to led to texting for almost 4 days straight. Often replying in between tasks never taking more than a few hours to shoot another text back.

You had felt electric. You had kept most of the conversation platonic and respectful but as the sun went down and the days went on the conversations got so much more real. Talking about both of your struggles, your hardships, and your successes. It felt so natural and nice.

Tonight happened to be another one of Tara’s parties. You had not subtly put on one of the most amazing outfits yet. Your hair, makeup, accessories, and clothes fit you so well, perfectly showing off your style. You however were not radiating the confidence your outfit dripped.

You were so nervous to see Johnnie tonight you felt like you could have a heart attack from how fast your heart was racing. It had been almost an hour and a half since the party really started and almost everyone was there already. Except Johnnie.

It was stupid really. You hadn't even done anything super romantic or anything to suggest that toward him when texting. And you two certainly weren't exclusive. And you didn't dress for men so really the fact you felt so sad and embarrassed was bothering you.

So there you sat. One shot in. Shoving down a slice of cinnamon-flavored cake. You numbly shove the fork into the slice of pure sugar and place your fork in your mouth. It was then that you looked up and saw that Johnnie arrived. He was being greeted by Tara and a few others.

You felt a second wave of confidence folding the paper plate and tossing your items in the trash, passing the microwave’s reflective surface to ensure you still looked good. Nerves ran through you, your heart racing so fast you almost couldn't see.

You sat against the kitchen island waiting for Johnnie to walk by you and see you. You casually sipped on a drink slightly moving to the beat of the music coming from the music in the living room. The small crowd of people with Johnnie made its way towards you. This was your moment!

You tried to not look at him as much as possible. That inevitably failed when you finally looked at him, he was in a black button-down. The first few buttons were undone with several metal necklaces. He gave you a tight-lipped smile, nodding his head at you in acknowledgment. You looked at him and you could swear your eyes lit up with a flame.

He was so cute. But that feeling I was talking about earlier? When you break up with someone but can't say anything to anyone about it? That's what you felt as Johnnie brushed past you and went outside. He didn't acknowledge you.

You didn't move, just stared at the floor with your red solo cup in hand. Instead of your eyes burning with fire they burned with tears. You felt so goddamn stupid crying over a boy you aren't even with. You quickly pull your phone out to have something to stare at, not just look at the floor.

The tears gather in your eyes and at this point, you can't hide the fact you are crying. You quickly make a break for the bathroom. You slam the door shut. Tears spilling out of your eyes as you sob. Your fake eyelashes collect the brunt force of the water.

You let yourself cry for a moment. You eventually could hear the house music again. Your breathing slowed down. You used a piece of toilet paper to clean up the tears and retouched your makeup. You let yourself feel how sucky this was.

But if he didn’t want to be with you he didn’t want to. Oh well, what could you do about it? You step out of the bathroom. You move to one of the rooms further back in the house, finding a group of people smoking. You decided you weren't gonna let him ruin your night entirely.

“Yo! Y/n…” someone called out. You turn and see one of your old friends. They offer you a blunt and you happily oblige, holding the smoking plant to your mouth and inhaling.

Letting the cloudy smoke fill your lungs. You let out a breath. Your head buzzed with the hit you took. You decided to take just a few more. You were definitely buzzed, maybe even high.

You weren't gone by any means but you weren't all there. You made your way to the backyard through the kitchen. Seeing Tara, Jake, Johnnie, and Colby all sitting around a little campfire. There were other people too around but you either didn't know them or didn't care. “Hey guys.” you slightly slurred out.

“Yoo.” Jake laughed out looking at you. You could smell the weed on you, your eyes squinting with red. “Shut up.” you giggled out sitting down next to Colby and Johnnie. “Hey, where's Sam?” you asked, grabbing Tara’s drink from her camping chair cup holder.

Tara shot you an annoyed look as you took a swig of the soda. Jake giggled into his eyes and had never seen you high before. “Oh Sam has a meeting tomorrow he needs to be at so he didn't wanna drink a bunch tonight,” Colby said smiling at you with a small nod.

You only nodded your head in response. Staring down at the campfire. It wasn't really cold outside, more just chilly, but the warmth of the fire felt really nice. Your friends went back to their conversations as you looked at the fire crackling. You felt a jolt on your left side.

You looked to your side seeing Johnnie peering at you. “You ok?” he asked you, obviously referring to that you were staring off into space. “Yeah I'm good,” you mumbled out with a smile.

The orange glow of the fire made him look so good. Giving a slight shadow to his eyes. There were so many things you wanted to say to him. Tell him how pretty he was or maybe how funny he was. None of them were appropriate so you stayed quiet. You were getting very dizzy.

“Dude seriously,” Johnnie said, his hand holding your shoulder. Maybe you were showing how much you had a little too much as you realized you had been leaning almost over the fire. “Let's get you some water,” he said standing up.

You followed him with a small smile on your lips. You wanted to live in this moment. Share a giggle and relish the fact the boy you liked was taking care of you. Let it feed into the delusion that he liked you back. But that wasn't fair. So you didn't.

You just silently watched him pour the glass of water into a new solo cup. He turned around and in your current state, you couldn't figure out what his expression was like. Was he happy? Mad? Concerned?

You decide not to figure it out. You take the water cup from his hand and thank him. Intentionally looks away, still feeling his eyes on you. It's like he wanted to say something. If he wanted to be didn't just slowly walk away.

You felt horrible about not taking that moment to flirt with him. But you knew it wouldn't end well if you had. So in a way you had lost but in another way you had won.

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Sweet Dreams - Chapter 10

Chapter Summary: Matthew continues to try and break down Alexandria's walls, but his efforts are put on pause when she falls ill.

Word Count: 8.4k+

Pairing: Logan (X-Men) x Original Female Character (platonic relationship)

Notes: next chapter is when things get real good... you can probably already guess tho 😏

warnings/tags: sickness, fever, mentions of vomiting

Series Masterlist - Chapter 9 → Chapter 11

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Movie nights were a sacred ritual at the X-Mansion. Every student, if they were old enough, would get together and vote on a movie, or sometimes TV show, to watch.

Alexandria sat in her usual spot, on the left of Jean, and Kitty on the floor in front of them. Usually Scott would end up sitting between her and Jean, which she thought was weird, especially when he put an arm around Jean’s shoulder.

They were watching starting to watch a show called The Office, everyone else had watched it except for Alexandria, and apparently it was a staple.

The second season had started when Matthew plopped down on the couch to Alexandria’s left, in between her and Jubilee.

He winked at Jubilee and put an arm around Alexandria’s shoulders. She hid a flinch, only because it was unexpected, and glanced up at him through narrowed eyes.

He didn’t seem to notice her tension or, if he did, he didn’t let on. Instead, he leaned back against the couch, eyes fixed on the TV, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Alexandria, however, wasn’t used to anyone being in her personal space—especially not someone like Matthew, who had been persistently chipping away at her cold exterior for weeks.

She turned her head slightly, meeting his eyes with a sharp, questioning look. Her expression was a mix of surprise and annoyance, though she quickly masked it, not wanting to draw attention. The last thing she needed was for everyone to start speculating about what was happening between her and Matthew. It wasn’t like that—at least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

“What are you doing?” she asked in a low voice, barely above a whisper, so only Matthew could hear.

“Just getting comfortable,” he replied with a slight grin, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Relax, Alexandria. It’s just a movie night.”

She clenched her jaw, fighting the urge to push his arm off. Instead, she forced herself to stay still, trying to focus on the show. The characters on the screen were engaging in some awkward office banter, but Alexandria could barely follow the dialogue. All she could think about was the warmth of Matthew’s arm, his proximity, and how it made her skin crawl in a way that was more confusing than unpleasant.

Jubilee caught Alexandria’s eye from the other side of Matthew and raised her eyebrows, clearly amused. Alexandria shot her a warning glare, which only made Jubilee smile wider. Of course, Jubilee found this funny. Everything was funny to her. Alexandria wasn’t sure if she wanted to strangle Jubilee for making a big deal out of nothing or to disappear entirely.

Jean, sensing Alexandria’s discomfort, nudged her lightly. “You okay?” she whispered.

“Fine,” Alexandria replied curtly, her eyes still fixed on the screen. Jean didn’t push further, knowing that Alexandria wasn’t one to share her feelings easily.

As the episode continued, Alexandria tried to tune out everything around her. The humor of The Office was lost on her as she focused on maintaining her composure. Matthew’s presence was a distraction she hadn’t anticipated, and she hated how it threw her off balance. She was used to being in control of herself and her surroundings. But with Matthew, everything felt unpredictable, and that unnerved her.

When the episode ended, Kitty jumped up from the floor and stretched. “I’m getting snacks. Anyone want anything?”

“I’ll come with,” Jubilee said, quickly following Kitty to the kitchen. Alexandria was grateful for the brief reprieve from Jubilee’s knowing looks. The others began chatting about the show, debating which character was the funniest, and Alexandria seized the opportunity to shift slightly away from Matthew. But before she could move too far, he tightened his grip on her shoulder, pulling her back.

“Where are you going?” Matthew asked, his tone light, but his eyes were focused on her.

“Nowhere,” she muttered, unwilling to make a scene. “I’m just—”

“Staying right here,” he finished for her, his smile softening his words. “Come on, Alexandria. I’m not that bad, am I?”

She didn’t answer, choosing instead to stare straight ahead as the next episode began. Matthew’s persistence was both frustrating and perplexing. He acted as if he had the right to be close to her, like they were already friends—or more than that.

But she wasn’t sure she wanted him to be anything to her, and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to push him away. Whether it was because she didn’t want to hurt his feelings or something else, she didn’t know. And she hated that.

Logan entered the room just then, his usual gruff expression in place as he took in the scene. His eyes landed on Alexandria first, then on Matthew, who was still sitting too close for Logan’s liking. Logan’s gaze narrowed slightly, but he said nothing as he found a seat at the back of the room, keeping an eye on the situation.

Matthew caught Logan’s eye and gave him a small nod, acknowledging his presence but not moving away from Alexandria. Logan grunted in response, his way of letting Matthew know he was watching. The silent exchange wasn’t lost on Alexandria, who felt a small wave of relief knowing Logan was there, even if he wasn’t saying anything.

As the episode played on, Matthew finally let his arm slide off Alexandria’s shoulders, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his attention seemingly absorbed by the show. Alexandria felt a strange mix of emotions—relief that he wasn’t touching her anymore, but also a twinge of something else, something she couldn’t quite place.

When Kitty and Jubilee returned with snacks, the room filled with the sound of crinkling wrappers and muffled chatter. Alexandria finally relaxed a little, the tension between her and Matthew momentarily diffused by the distraction. But she knew it wouldn’t last. Matthew wasn’t one to give up easily, and part of her wondered how long it would be before he tried something like that again.

As the night wore on and more episodes played, Alexandria found herself slowly getting absorbed in the show. The humor, though different from what she was used to, began to grow on her. She even caught herself laughing a couple of times, much to the surprise of Jean and Kitty, who exchanged amused glances.

Matthew noticed too, and though he didn’t say anything, he smiled to himself. Maybe, just maybe, he was starting to break through her walls, one movie night at a time.

As the credits rolled on the final episode of the night, Logan stood up and stretched. “Alright, kids. Movie night’s over. Time to hit the hay.”

There were groans of protest, but everyone knew better than to argue with Logan when he was in a mood. Slowly, the group began to disperse, gathering up blankets and snacks, and heading to their rooms.

Matthew was the last to stand, giving Alexandria one final glance as he did. “Good night, Alexandria,” he said, his tone soft, almost hesitant.

“Good night,” she replied, her voice more neutral than she intended. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to say more, or if she even knew what to say.

As Matthew left the room, Alexandria felt a strange sense of relief mixed with something else—something unsettling. She didn’t want to think about it, so she pushed it down, burying it deep where it couldn’t bother her.

Jean nudged her as they stood up, a teasing smile on her face. “So, Matthew, huh?”

Alexandria shot her a warning look. “Don’t start.”

“Hey, I’m just saying,” Jean said, holding up her hands in mock surrender. “It’s nice to see you getting along with someone new.”

“I’m not getting along with him,” Alexandria snapped, a little too quickly. “He’s just… persistent.”

“Right,” Jean said, clearly unconvinced. “Well, whatever it is, it’s nice to see you relaxing a little. You don’t always have to be on guard, you know.”

Alexandria sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Yeah, I know. I just don’t like strangers.”

Kitty caught up to them, “and it sure helps that he constantly calls you ‘gorgeous’.”

“He’s a prick, that’s what he is,” Alexandria responded, her voice carrying an edge that made Kitty stifle a laugh.

“Oh, come on,” Kitty teased, nudging Alexandria lightly. “He’s just trying to be friendly.”

“If that’s what you call friendly,” Alexandria muttered, clearly unimpressed.

Jean shook her head, a soft smile on her face. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt to give him a chance. He’s not as bad as you think.”

Alexandria shot her a look. “I don’t need you playing matchmaker, Jean. I’m fine on my own.”

Jean raised her hands in surrender. “No matchmaking here, promise. I’m just saying, it’s not the worst thing in the world to have someone in your corner.”

“I’ve got plenty of people in my corner,” Alexandria retorted, her tone defensive. “I don’t need him.”

Kitty and Jean exchanged a glance, a silent communication that Alexandria was all too familiar with. They meant well, but she wasn’t in the mood for their subtle encouragements.

“Alright, alright,” Kitty said, backing off. “We’ll drop it. For now.”

“Good,” Alexandria replied, relieved that the subject was being put to rest. At least for the moment. She knew it wouldn’t be long before they brought it up again, though.

When they reached the door to Alexandria’s room, Jean hesitated, her hand on the doorframe. “You know, if you ever want to talk about… anything, I’m here,” she said, her voice gentle.

Alexandria met her eyes, feeling a pang of guilt for being so curt earlier. Jean had always been kind to her, patient even when Alexandria wasn’t exactly the easiest person to be around. “I know,” she replied, her tone softer. “Thanks.”

Jean smiled, a genuine, warm smile that made Alexandria’s chest tighten. She wasn’t used to people being so openly caring. It was still something she was trying to navigate.

“Goodnight,” Jean said, turning to head down the hall with Kitty.

“Night,” Alexandria murmured before slipping into her room and closing the door behind her.

The room was dark, save for the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Alexandria leaned back against the door, letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. The tension of the evening lingered in her muscles, a reminder of the way Matthew had gotten under her skin.

She pushed off the door and made her way to the window, pulling the curtains back to gaze out at the grounds of the mansion. The moon was full tonight, casting a silver light over the trees and gardens. It was peaceful out there, serene in a way that contrasted sharply with the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind.

Matthew was persistent—too persistent, if she were honest with herself. And yet, there was something about him that she couldn’t quite shake. He was different from the others who had tried to get close to her. Most people gave up after a few attempts, realizing that Alexandria wasn’t interested in making friends. But not Matthew. He kept pushing, kept trying to break through the walls she’d carefully built around herself.

And what bothered her most was that, deep down, she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to stop.

Shaking her head, Alexandria pulled the curtains shut and turned away from the window. She wasn’t going to let herself get caught up in thoughts about Matthew. It was late, and she needed to sleep.

But as she lay down in bed, pulling the blankets up around her, her mind kept drifting back to the way he’d looked at her, the warmth of his arm around her shoulders. It was infuriating, the way he’d managed to worm his way into her thoughts despite her best efforts to keep him out.

---

The next morning, Alexandria was up earlier than the other students, mostly because she liked to watch the sunrise through her window.

She dressed quickly, pulling on her usual black jeans and a simple t-shirt, before heading out to the kitchen. The smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted her as she entered, and she found Logan already there, sipping from a mug and reading the paper.

“Morning,” he grunted, not looking up from the headlines.

“Morning,” Alexandria replied, grabbing a large glass bottle from the fridge.

“You’re not drinking that sugary shit are you, kid?” he asked, finally looking at the bottle of coffee in her hand.

“It’s coffee!” She replied.

“It’s barely coffee,” Logan said with a skeptical look as Alexandria poured the contents of the bottle into a glass.

Alexandria narrowed her eyes at Logan, who was now smirking over the rim of his mug. “What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s got more sugar and cream than actual coffee,” he said, gesturing at the bottle in her hand. “Real coffee's supposed to taste like, well, coffee.”

She rolled her eyes, “I don’t see the problem. I like it this way.”

Logan just grunted, shaking his head. “You’re a lost cause, kid. Just don’t expect me to try it.”

Alexandria grabbed a donut from the counter and sat down at the table. “Can I train today?”

“No.”

“Why not? It’s been two and a half months since- ”

“-since you almost died.” he said sternly.

Alexandria frowned at Logan’s words. The memory of her injuries was still vivid, and she wasn’t eager to revisit it. “I’ve been healing for months,” she said, her tone a mix of frustration and defiance. “I’m fine now.”

Logan gave her a hard stare, his demeanor softening only slightly. “You were in pretty bad shape. Those injuries take time to heal, and just because you look okay on the outside doesn’t mean everything’s fixed on the inside.”

She sighed, her gaze dropping to the donut in her hand. “It’s not just about the physical part, though. I need to get back to normal. Training helps with that.”

“Normal, huh?” Logan said, raising an eyebrow. “You know what normal means for someone who’s been through what you’ve been through? It means taking it slow and making sure you’re fully ready. And right now, you’re not.”

“I don’t need to be coddled,” Alexandria snapped, her frustration getting the better of her. “I can handle it.”

Logan’s expression hardened. “It’s not about coddling. It’s about making sure you don’t push yourself too hard and end up hurting yourself again. You’re not the only one who’s been through tough shit, kid. I know what it’s like to think you’re fine and then find out you’re not.”

Alexandria’s jaw clenched as she tried to keep her temper in check. She wanted to argue more but sensed that pushing further wouldn’t help. Instead, she took a bite of her donut and sighed. “Fine. What am I supposed to do then?”

Logan grunted, setting down his coffee and giving her a critical look. “You can help out around the mansion. There’s always something that needs doing. And if you really want to test your limits, you can work on your powers. Just don’t go pushing yourself too hard.”

“Alright,” Alexandria said, her tone resigned. “I’ll find something to do.”

Logan nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes. “Good. And remember, if you start feeling like something’s wrong, you come to me or one of the other teachers. Don’t try to tough it out on your own.”

“Got it,” Alexandria said, finishing her donut and standing up. “I’ll see you later.”

“One more thing, kid.” Logan said. Alexandria turned around as he pulled out a rectangular object with brown wrapping paper and handed it to her. “Happy birthday.”

Her eyes widened momentarily before looking down at the object. “Birthday?” she asked.

Alexandria stared at the rectangular object Logan had just handed her. Wrapped in simple brown paper, it looked unassuming, but the weight of what it meant settled on her heavily.

Logan’s gruff exterior softened slightly as he met her gaze. “Yeah, kid. Today’s your birthday. Thought you might like a little something.”

Alexandria blinked, taken aback. “I didn’t even realize it was today.” She hadn’t celebrated her birthday in 15 years, since she was 3. But now, hearing that it was her 19th birthday made her mind swirl. “How’d you know?”

Logan shifted in his seat, trying to appear indifferent but failing. "You think I wouldn’t know something like that? I keep track of things, kid. Go on," Logan prompted, nodding toward the package. "Open it."

She hesitated for a moment, then carefully peeled away the wrapping paper to reveal a small box. She lifted the lid and looked inside, her eyes widening again as she saw the contents.

Taking a deep breath, she began to peel back the wrapping paper. It came off easily, revealing a hardcover book. Her breath caught as she read the title: Dune Messiah, and in Russian. She had no idea there even was a second book.

She looked up at Logan, a mix of surprise and confusion on her face. "I didn't know there was a second book. How did you know?"

Logan shrugged, trying to hide his satisfaction. "Sweetheart, I bought you the first one. I knew if you liked the first book, you might want to continue the story."

Alexandria's eyes softened as she glanced back at the book. "Thank you, Logan. This means a lot."

Logan gave her a rare, genuine smile. "Don't mention it. Thought you might appreciate it."

Alexandria clutched the book to her chest, feeling an unfamiliar warmth. She had always been wary of such gestures, but there was something different about this one. "I... I'll read it later."

"Good," Logan said, nodding. "Just remember, kid, it's okay to have people looking out for you. Even if it feels strange."

Alexandria hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. Thanks for looking out for me."

As she walked out of the kitchen, clutching the book tightly, she felt a sense of unease and comfort mingling together. The feeling was unfamiliar but not unwelcome.

---

Her birthday went by without much notice. She’s sure that Logan told her friends that it was today, but luckily, they knew her well enough to not turn it into a whole extravaganza.

All they did was tell the cooks to make a strawberry cake, big enough for them all to have one slice. Jean, Kitty, Scott, and Jubilee took her out to an arcade, with Scott claiming that she’d like the racing ones.

Which she did, it was a lot of fun.

She woke up the next morning and felt funny. Alexandria had a stuffy nose and a sore throat, and in her first period chemistry class with Hank, he gave her a box of tissues and a few cold pills.

She sat down in math class with Emma as Matthew plopped down beside her.

“Oh, rough go of it gorgeous?”

Alexandria gave him a side glare as she wiped her nose with a tissue. She had never once been sick before, only if ‘sick’ counted as a few broken bones, punctured lungs, and the occasional hypothermia. “You have a strange definition of ‘rough,’ Matthew.”

Matthew grinned, clearly unfazed by her icy demeanor. “Hey, just trying to check in on you. You don’t look too hot.”

“Thanks for the compliment,” she muttered sarcastically, turning her attention to the math problems on the board. Her head felt heavy, and she wasn’t in the mood for Matthew’s usual chatter.

“Come on, I didn’t mean it like that,” Matthew said, leaning back in his chair. “But seriously, you should probably take it easy today.”

Alexandria sighed, pressing the tissue to her nose again. “I’m fine.”

Matthew didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t push the issue. “Alright, but if you need anything, I’m here. Even if it’s just to carry your books or whatever.”

She gave him a skeptical look. “You want to carry my books?”

He shrugged. “Why not? Chivalry isn’t dead, you know.”

Alexandria couldn’t help but roll her eyes at that. “I’m not a damsel in distress, Matthew.”

“Never said you were,” he replied with a smirk. “But even a badass like you deserves a break every now and then.”

She didn’t respond, focusing instead on the math problems in front of her. The numbers seemed to blur together, and she had to blink a few times to clear her vision. She really wasn’t feeling great, but admitting that to anyone, especially Matthew, wasn’t on her agenda.

The class dragged on, and by the time the bell rang, Alexandria felt like her head was going to explode. She packed up her things slowly, hoping to avoid any further conversation with Matthew. But, of course, he was waiting for her by the door.

“Ready to head to the next class?” he asked, falling into step beside her.

“Yeah, sure,” she said, her voice slightly muffled by the tissue she held to her nose.

Matthew glanced at her, his brow furrowed. “Are you sure you shouldn’t just go back to your room and rest? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

She finished blowing her nose and threw it in a nearby trash can, “’m fine. Stop your worrying, it’s sickening. We have English with Ororo.”

Matthew’s eyebrows shot up as Alexandria trudged into English class, looking pale and worn out. He followed her to their seats, his concern evident despite his usual nonchalance.

“Seriously, Alexandria, you look like death warmed over,” Matthew said, his voice dropping to a softer tone as they settled in.

“I told you, I’m fine,” Alexandria replied curtly, though her voice lacked its usual bite. She was exhausted, and the effort to sound annoyed was more than she could muster.

Ororo entered the room and began setting up for class. As she did, Matthew glanced at Alexandria again, a hint of worry still in his eyes.

“You know,” he said quietly, “if you need anythin’, I’m here. Just—don’t push yourself too hard.”

Alexandria tried to give him a sharp look but ended up looking more resigned. “Thanks, Matthew. I’ll survive.”

Ororo’s voice cut into their conversation. “Good morning, everyone. I hope you’re all feeling ready for a productive class today.”

Matthew gave Alexandria a small, encouraging smile before focusing on Ororo. Alexandria, however, found it hard to concentrate. The room seemed to spin a little, and her head pounded with every movement.

Ororo began discussing the themes of their current book, but Alexandria found herself struggling to keep up. Her mind was a fog of discomfort and fatigue, and she was grateful when the bell rang, signaling the end of class.

As students filed out, Matthew lingered by Alexandria’s desk. “Hey, you really should think about heading back to your room,” he said, leaning closer. “You’re not looking so good.”

“I’ll manage,” Alexandria said, her voice barely above a whisper as she gathered her things. She was going to her room, only because she left her history textbook on her desk.

She started her way towards her room and she could almost feel Matthew’s quiet celebration. She turned around to face him, “I’m going to my room because I forgot my history textbook. Not because I’m getting rest.”

Matthew looked at her, glancing her over, “well, if you were going to get rest… you have an hour lunch. I’ll tell Kitty, Jean, and Scott.”

Alexandria gave a small nod and headed to her room. She set her backpack down by her door, followed by her shoes. She would just lay in bed and read the Dune Messiah book Logan got her for her birthday before heading to his class for history.

Which worked, until 30 minutes later when she found herself hunched over her toilet.

“Oh my God.” she muttered to herself in Russian, as she flushed the toilet. If this is what normal people felt like, she hated it. She’d rather stick with the hypothermia and cracked spine from HYDRA.

Alexandria wasn’t sure how long she had stayed in her position, kneeling by the toilet with her arm and head resting on the seat, but it must’ve been for almost 2 hours.

When lunch was over, and the students started trickling into Logan’s classroom for class he noticed the absence of Alexandria. Matthew had come to him after class and said she wasn’t feeling too great and seemed to have a cold.

Logan knocked on her bedroom door and waited, before his enhanced hearing caught wind of gagging sounds coming from her bathroom.

Logan’s expression darkened as he heard the unmistakable sounds of retching from behind Alexandria’s door. Without hesitation, he turned the doorknob and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to block out most of the daylight. Her shoes were neatly placed by the door, her backpack slumped against the wall, and the new copy of Dune Messiah was lying open on her bed.

He followed the sound to the bathroom, where he found Alexandria kneeling by the toilet, her face pale and her usually sharp eyes dull with fatigue. She didn’t even flinch when she heard him enter, too worn out to care about her usual defenses.

“Kid,” Logan said gruffly, his voice softer than usual as he crouched down beside her. “You’re not just under the weather—you’re sick as a dog.”

Alexandria slowly lifted her head, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “’m fine,” she muttered weakly, but the words held no conviction.

Logan’s eyes narrowed. “That’s bullshit, and you know it. You should’ve said something earlier. Pushing yourself like this isn’t going to do you any favors.”

She leaned back against the bathroom wall, closing her eyes. “I thought it was just a cold,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “But then… it got worse.”

Logan reached out and placed a hand on her forehead, frowning at the heat radiating from her skin. “You’ve got a fever, and from the sounds of it, your stomach’s not doing too great either.”

She nodded weakly. “I’ve never been sick like this before. I don’t know what to do.”

“First thing,” Logan said, standing up, “is to get you out of this bathroom and into bed. Then, I’ll call Hank to come and check you out. He’s better equipped to deal with this than I am.”

Alexandria nodded, too exhausted to argue. Logan helped her to her feet, steadying her as she wavered unsteadily on her feet. She leaned on him as they made their way to the bed, where she collapsed onto the mattress with a groan.

“Stay put,” Logan ordered, pulling the blanket over her. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

He left the room, closing the door softly behind him, and headed straight for the med lab where Hank usually worked. He found Hank there, tinkering with some equipment.

“Beast,” Logan called out, using Hank’s codename to get his attention.

Hank turned around, a concerned expression immediately crossing his face as he saw Logan’s serious demeanor. “What’s going on, Logan?”

“It’s Alexandria,” Logan said. “She’s sick—real sick. Fever, vomiting, the works. I need you to check her out.”

Hank nodded, already grabbing his medical bag. “I’ll be right there.”

Logan led Hank back to Alexandria’s room, the older man’s mind racing with possible diagnoses. When they entered the room, they found Alexandria lying on her side, her face turned towards the wall. She was shivering despite the blanket covering her.

Hank approached the bed, his eyes scanning her condition. “Alexandria,” he said gently, “I’m going to take a look at you, okay?”

She nodded weakly, her eyes fluttering open as Hank began his examination. He took her temperature, checked her pulse, and listened to her breathing, his frown deepening with each measurement.

“Well?” Logan asked, his arms crossed as he watched from the foot of the bed.

“She’s running a high fever,” Hank said, his voice calm but serious. “It’s likely the flu, but it could be something more severe. I’ll need to run some tests to be sure.”

“I don’t want to go to the med lab,” Alexandria protested weakly, her voice barely audible.

“You won’t have to,” Hank assured her. “I can do most of the tests right here. But you need to rest, and you need to stay hydrated. I’m going to give you something to help with the fever and the nausea.”

Alexandria nodded again, her eyes closing as she sank deeper into the mattress. Hank quickly prepared a syringe and administered the medication, watching as she slowly relaxed under its influence.

Logan stood silently by, his expression a mix of concern and frustration. He wasn’t used to feeling helpless, especially when it came to the people he cared about. But seeing Alexandria like this, so vulnerable and weak, brought a surge of protectiveness that he couldn’t ignore.

“I’ll stay with her,” Logan said as Hank packed up his bag. “Make sure she doesn’t get any worse.”

Hank looked at him, understanding the unspoken concern. “I’ll come back in a few hours to check on her. If her condition deteriorates, call me immediately.”

Logan nodded, his jaw clenched. “Yeah. Thanks, Hank.”

Hank gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before leaving the room, closing the door softly behind him. Logan pulled up a chair beside Alexandria’s bed, watching as she slept. Her breathing was still labored, and she shivered occasionally despite the medication, but at least she wasn’t in pain anymore.

Time passed slowly, the minutes ticking by as Logan kept a silent vigil. He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there when he heard a soft knock at the door.

He opened the door to find Hank outside, holding a tablet.

“So?” Logan asked, his voice gruff with worry.

Hank looked up, his expression serious. “It’s the flu, as I suspected, but it’s a particularly nasty strain. She’s going to be out of commission for a while.”

“How long?” Logan pressed.

“A few days, maybe a week,” Hank replied. “HYDRA probably wasn’t good with getting her all the vaccinations she needs, and she most likely has never been sick before, which could also contribute to how her body is reacting.”

Logan nodded, absorbing Hank's assessment with a heavy sigh. The news was unsettling, but it wasn't unexpected. Alexandria’s resistance to illness was likely a result of her rigorous training and the fact that she had been conditioned to deal with far worse. Still, seeing her vulnerable and sick was a stark reminder of her humanity.

As Hank finished his update, he placed a small device on the bedside table. “This will help monitor her vitals,” he explained. “It will keep track of her temperature, heart rate, and other important indicators. Make sure she stays hydrated and rests as much as possible.”

Logan grunted in acknowledgment, watching as Hank packed up his things. “Thanks, Hank. I’ll make sure she gets everything she needs.”

With a final nod, Hank left the room, leaving Logan alone with Alexandria. The room was quiet, the only sounds the occasional rustle of sheets and the steady hum of the monitoring device. Logan took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. His protective instincts were on high alert, and he knew he needed to stay focused to help Alexandria through this.

He reached for a glass of water on the bedside table and placed it gently beside Alexandria. “Hey, kid,” he said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead before putting on her mind blocker. “You’re gonna be alright. Just hang in there.”

Alexandria stirred slightly but didn’t wake. Logan sighed and settled back into his chair, watching her as she slept.

Hours passed, and the light outside the window shifted from bright morning rays to the softer hues of late afternoon. Logan found himself alternating between watching Alexandria and checking on the tablet, making sure everything remained stable.

By early evening, the door creaked open, and a small group of Alexandria’s friends peeked in. Jean, Kitty, and Scott entered, their faces a mix of concern and sympathy.

“How’s she doing?” Jean asked quietly as she approached the bed.

Logan looked up from his chair, his expression weary but resolute. “She’s got a pretty bad case of the flu. Hank’s got her on medication and monitoring her vitals. It’s gonna be a rough few days.”

Kitty glanced at Alexandria, her eyes full of concern. “Is there anything we can do to help?”

“Just make sure she’s not disturbed,” Logan said, his voice softening. “She needs to rest, and any unnecessary noise or visitors could make things worse.”

Scott nodded. “We’ll be careful. We just wanted to check in and let her know we’re here if she needs anything.”

Jean stepped closer to the bed, her gaze soft. “I’ll leave a few things for her—some books, and a few snacks that might be easier for her to keep down.”

Logan nodded, grateful for their consideration. “Thanks. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.”

The friends set down a small bag by Alexandria’s bedside and quietly retreated, leaving Logan alone with her once more. He resumed his vigil, occasionally checking the tablet and adjusting the blanket when Alexandria shivered.

As night fell, Alexandria began to stir more frequently. Her fever was high, and she seemed restless despite the medication. Logan remained by her side, ready to offer comfort or assistance if needed.

At one point, Alexandria’s eyes fluttered open, and she gazed at Logan with a look of confusion and discomfort. “Logan?” she murmured, her voice weak and strained.

“Hey, kid,” Logan said softly, leaning closer. “You feeling any better?”

She shook her head slightly, her expression pained. “I don’t… I don’t know what’s happening.”

“It’s alright,” Logan reassured her, placing a hand on her forehead. “You’ve got a bad flu, but we’re taking care of you. Just try to rest, okay?”

Alexandria nodded faintly, her eyes closing as she tried to relax. Logan watched over her, feeling a mix of frustration and helplessness. He wanted to do more, to make her feel better, but all he could do was be there for her. Although, he did out her mind blocker on.

As the hours passed, Alexandria’s condition seemed to stabilize slightly. The fever was still present, but the medication appeared to be helping. Logan stayed vigilant, making sure she was comfortable and hydrated.

When morning arrived, Logan felt a renewed sense of determination. He knew the road to recovery would be long, but he was committed to being there for Alexandria every step of the way. He watched as she slept, hoping that each passing hour would bring her closer to feeling better.

---

A few days had passed, and Alexandria’s fever had broke and her nausea was mostly gone. Her temperature was a little high, around 99 degrees, but Hank said she should be completely better in a few days.

She was able to convince Logan to sit in bed with her as they watched some of The Office, since she had only seen the first 10 episodes.

Logan settled onto the bed next to Alexandria, his usual gruffness giving way to something softer as he adjusted the pillows behind her. The TV screen flickered on, and the familiar opening theme of ‘The Office’ began to play. Alexandria, still a little pale but looking much better than she had in days, leaned back against the headboard, pulling the blankets up to her chin.

“You sure you’re up for this?” Logan asked, his voice low and slightly concerned.

Alexandria nodded, her gaze fixed on the screen. “I’m fine. Just tired of lying around doing nothing.”

“Alright, but don’t push yourself. If you start feeling off again, we’re takin’ a break.”

She rolled her eyes at his protectiveness but didn’t argue. Logan’s sternness was something she had gotten used to, and in moments like this, it felt almost comforting.

The episode began, and Alexandria found herself smiling slightly at the antics of the characters on screen. She had never been one for comedies—HYDRA didn’t exactly provide much in the way of humor—but there was something about the show’s absurdity that she found oddly soothing. It was simple, straightforward, and didn’t demand much from her.

Logan, on the other hand, seemed slightly perplexed by the whole thing. “This is what kids watch these days?” he muttered, though he didn’t sound entirely disapproving.

“It’s… different,” Alexandria admitted. “But in a good way.”

They watched in silence for a while, the only sound in the room coming from the TV and the occasional rustle of the blankets as Alexandria shifted to get more comfortable. She noticed Logan glancing at her every now and then, checking to make sure she was still doing okay. It was subtle, but she could tell he was worried.

“You don’t have to babysit me, you know,” she said, her tone light but with an undercurrent of seriousness.

Logan shrugged, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Ain’t babysitting. Just keeping an eye on you.”

“Same thing.”

He didn’t respond, and they lapsed back into a comfortable silence. Alexandria found herself getting more engrossed in the show, even laughing quietly at a particularly ridiculous scene. Logan’s presence next to her was steady and grounding, a constant reminder that she wasn’t alone.

After a couple of episodes, Logan stretched and let out a sigh. “You’re still awake, so I guess that’s a good sign.”

“I’m not made of glass,” she retorted, though there was no real bite to her words. She appreciated his concern, even if she didn’t always know how to show it.

“Never said you were,” Logan replied, giving her a sideways glance. “But you’ve been through a lot, kid. Just don’t wanna see you pushing too hard.”

Alexandria looked down at her hands, fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “I know. I’m trying not to.”

“Good.” He paused, then added in a gruff but sincere tone, “You’ve been doin’ good, you know. With everything.”

She glanced at him, surprised by the unexpected compliment. “Thanks,” she said softly, unsure of how to respond.

Logan grunted in acknowledgment and returned his attention to the TV. The episode ended, and Alexandria hesitated before reaching for the remote. “One more?”

“Yeah, alright,” Logan agreed, though he added with a smirk, “But if I start snoring, it’s on you.”

She smirked back, relaxing a little more against the pillows. “Deal.”

As the next episode started, Alexandria let herself sink into the moment. For the first time in days, she didn’t feel the lingering weight of her illness or the shadows of her past pressing down on her. Instead, she just felt… okay. And sitting there with Logan, watching a silly TV show, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she was starting to find her way to something resembling normalcy.

---

Logan woke up a few hours later to Ororo grabbing the remote for the TV. “Hey, sleepyhead.” she teased. “I think you’ve both been asleep for a few hours.”

He looked to his side, his arm around Alexandria’s shoulders and her head on his chest. It probably wasn’t the most comfortable position, since they were still both sitting up against the headboard, but she seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Logan shifted slightly, careful not to wake Alexandria. It was a rare sight—seeing her so relaxed, so at peace—and for a moment, he just sat there, not wanting to disturb her. Ororo’s soft chuckle broke the silence as she finished turning off the TV.

“Didn’t expect to find you two like this,” Ororo said quietly, her tone teasing but gentle.

Logan smirked, keeping his voice low. “Yeah, well, it’s been a long day.”

Ororo nodded, her gaze softening as she looked at Alexandria. “She seems to be doing better. I’m glad.”

“She’s tough,” Logan replied, a hint of pride in his voice. “Been through hell and back, but she’s holding on.”

Ororo walked over to the bed, adjusting the blankets around Alexandria. “She’s lucky to have you looking out for her.”

Logan grunted, not entirely sure how to respond to that. It wasn’t like he had signed up to play the role of a whatever this was, but somewhere along the way, that’s exactly what had happened. And now, as he sat there with Alexandria leaning on him, he couldn’t deny that it felt… right.

“Get some rest, Logan,” Ororo added softly, giving him a knowing look. “I’ll check in on her later.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, but there was no real bite in his tone. As Ororo left the room, Logan shifted again, trying to find a more comfortable position without waking Alexandria. She stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent, but didn’t wake up.

For a while, Logan just sat there, staring at the wall and listening to the sound of her breathing. It was strange, this protective instinct he felt toward her. She wasn’t a kid—not really—but in some ways, she was more vulnerable than any of the students at the mansion. And that made him even more determined to keep her safe.

Eventually, his own exhaustion started to catch up with him, and he let his eyes close, his arm still wrapped around her shoulders. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but he wasn’t about to move and risk waking her up. For now, this was good enough.

---

The next morning, Alexandria woke up first. The room was still dim, the early morning light filtering through the curtains. She blinked a few times, realizing that she was still in the same position from the night before—Logan’s arm around her, her head on his chest. She could hear his steady breathing, feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath her.

Carefully, she lifted her head, trying not to disturb him. Her body was stiff from sleeping upright, but she didn’t mind. It was a different kind of discomfort, one that felt almost comforting in its own way.

She glanced at Logan’s face, relaxed in sleep, his usual gruff expression softened. It was a side of him she didn’t see often, and for a moment, she just watched him, feeling a strange mix of emotions. He had been there for her—more than anyone else—and it was something she was still getting used to.

But she wasn’t good at this kind of thing, at expressing what she felt, so instead, she slowly slid out from under his arm, trying not to wake him. Her feet touched the floor, and she stood up, stretching out her stiff limbs.

Logan stirred as she moved, his eyes opening slightly. “You’re up early,” he muttered, his voice thick with sleep.

“Could say the same about you,” Alexandria replied, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

He grunted, sitting up and rubbing a hand over his face. “How you feeling?”

“Better,” she said honestly. “Still a little off, but better.”

“Good.” Logan stretched his arms over his head, his joints popping audibly. “You should probably take it easy today. Hank’ll want to check on you again.”

“Yeah, I figured,” she replied, not exactly thrilled at the idea of more poking and prodding from the doctor. But she knew it was necessary, especially after how rough the last few days had been.

Logan stood up, looking down at her with a mixture of concern and something else she couldn’t quite place. “You need anything? Breakfast, maybe?”

She shook her head. “Not hungry yet. I’ll probably just take a shower and see how I feel after that.”

He nodded, clearly still in protective mode. “Alright. Just don’t push yourself too hard.”

“I won’t,” she promised, though she could see the doubt in his eyes. Logan wasn’t one to trust easily, and she knew that extended to trusting her to take care of herself.

“Good.” He hesitated for a moment, then added, “You did good last night, you know. Letting yourself relax a bit.”

She wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so she just nodded. “Thanks.”

Logan gave her a small, approving nod before heading for the door. “I’ll be around if you need anything.”

As he left, Alexandria stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door. She felt an odd sense of comfort knowing that he was nearby, that she wasn’t alone in this place. It wasn’t something she was used to, but it was something she was beginning to appreciate.

After a few more minutes of standing there in the quiet room, Alexandria finally headed to the bathroom. The shower was hot and soothing, helping to wash away the lingering fatigue from her illness. As she stood under the water, she thought about the past few days, about Logan, and about the strange new life she was slowly settling into.

It was still strange, still uncomfortable in a lot of ways, but it was starting to feel less foreign. Maybe even a little bit like home.

---

Later that day, Alexandria made her way downstairs, feeling much more like herself. The mansion was quiet, most of the students either training or out enjoying the weekend. She wasn’t quite ready to jump back into the usual routine, so she decided to take a walk outside, hoping the fresh air would help clear her head.

As she stepped out onto the grounds, she spotted Kitty and Jean sitting on the grass, chatting and laughing about something. They waved her over, and for a moment, she considered joining them, but then she noticed Matthew off to the side, practicing his powers on a small boulder.

He was concentrating hard, his brow furrowed as he manipulated the density of the rock, making it float just above the ground. She hadn’t seen much of him in the last few days, and she wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about that. He was persistent, always trying to engage with her, and while she didn’t necessarily dislike him, she wasn’t sure she was ready to deal with him right now.

Still, something made her change direction and walk toward him instead of her friends. Maybe it was the lingering curiosity about him, or maybe it was just the fact that he was alone, like she often preferred to be.

Matthew noticed her approach and let the boulder drop back to the ground, a small smile spreading across his face. “Hey, stranger. How’re you feeling?”

“Better,” she replied, stopping a few feet away from him. “Hank said I should be back to normal in a couple of days.”

“That’s good to hear,” he said, genuinely relieved. “You had everyone worried for a bit.”

“Everyone?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, you know, your friends.” He motioned toward Kitty and Jean, who were now pretending not to watch the two of them.

Alexandria glanced over at them, then back at Matthew. “They don’t have to worry about me.”

“Well, they do. And so do I, for that matter.”

She didn’t quite know how to respond to that. Matthew had always been direct with her, something she both appreciated and found frustrating. He didn’t play games or beat around the bush, and that made it hard for her to keep up her usual defenses.

“You don’t have to,” she said, her tone softer than she intended. “I’m fine.”

“I know you are,” he replied, his gaze steady. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t worry.”

They stood there in silence for a moment, neither of them quite sure what to say next. Finally, Alexandria broke the tension with a small sigh. “What were you doing with the rock?”

Matthew seemed relieved at the change of subject. “Just practicing. Trying to get better at controlling the density. It’s trickier than it looks.”

“I bet,” she said, genuinely interested. “You’ve never told me what your powers are.”

Matthew smiled, appreciating Alexandria's sudden curiosity. He was used to her being guarded, but moments like this—when she let her interest show—felt like small victories.

"Yeah, I guess I haven't," he replied, looking at the boulder before turning back to her. "I can control the density of objects. It means I can make things lighter, like that rock, or I can make them heavier. I can also phase through solid objects if I want to, by lowering my own density."

"That sounds... useful," Alexandria said, nodding thoughtfully. "Can you control how much you change the density?"

"Yeah, but it takes practice. The more I change it, the more energy it takes. And if I'm not careful, I could accidentally make something too dense or too light. I've made a few things float off into the sky before I got the hang of it." He chuckled at the memory, but there was a hint of seriousness in his tone. "It can be dangerous if I lose control, but I've been working on it."

Alexandria considered this, her mind turning over the possibilities of his power. She had seen what some of the other students could do, and she knew that each power came with its own risks and challenges. "Do you ever worry about losing control?" she asked, her voice quiet.

"All the time," Matthew admitted, his smile fading slightly. "It's something I have to be really careful with. But that's why I practice so much. The more I understand my powers, the less likely I am to make a mistake."

She nodded, understanding his concern. Her own powers, though different, required a similar level of control. The thought of losing control—of accidentally hurting someone—was something that had haunted her since she first discovered her abilities.

She knew HYDRA had something planned that involved her abilities, and if what Mikhail and Manya were saying were true, she could possibly be more powerful than she thought. But she didn’t want that.

"Your powers," Matthew began cautiously, "they seem pretty intense. Do you ever worry about losing control?"

Alexandria stiffened slightly, her defenses rising again. But she could see the genuine concern in his eyes, and she realized he wasn't trying to pry—he was just trying to understand. "Yeah," she admitted after a moment, her voice barely above a whisper. "I do."

He nodded, as if that answer was enough. "I get that. I think most of us worry about that at some point."

They lapsed into silence again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable this time. Instead, it felt like an understanding had been reached—a quiet acknowledgment of the challenges they both faced.

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