#(except vin doesn't have a dog

[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism x Reader: Soft Spot

G/N. Gun, Goo, Vin, Samuel. You know you're their favourite. Masterlists

"There's someone here to see you," the receptionist says with a questionable look on their face.

Oh? You weren't expecting anyone. You follow them to the lobby, all the while they're casting furtive glances in your direction.

What the hell?

They look half impressed and half terrified. Who exactly is here to see you? You round the corner and-

Ah. Ok. This makes total sense.

Gun Park comes into view and you now understand their feelings completely. Looking larger than life, quiet and menacing and confident in an eye-wateringly expensive button-up and slacks that fit perfectly to his form.

My god.

Forget fight or flight, it's usually flight or goddamn when it comes to Gun.

But why is he here?

"You've forgotten this," he says holding out a bento box wrapped in a cute cloth with small chubby cats all over.

He came all this way just to deliver this for you? You soften and smile brightly. "Thanks!"

Gun nods, eyes concealed behind his sunglasses, but his fingers grazes and lingers on yours when he hands you your lunch.

.

.

"Can I try those on?" You ask.

Goo blinks owlishly. "My glasses?" 

"Yep!"

"Nope," Goo says, popping the 'p'.

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Sure."

"Really!?"

"Nope," he repeats, smirking in your direction and you pout, bottom lip jutting out and pulling your cutest puppy dog eyes.

Ugh. 

It's just that... Goo has pretty bad eyesight. Yes he likes to wear glasses because it’s called style, but he also damn well needs them. Not that he likes to admit it, because he's sure some bastard would use that to his advantage, though he's confident that he'll be able to beat the hell out of anyone that tries but why work harder for the same result.

So no, he has never let anyone try on his glasses except-

He frowns at you. Your eyes are impossibly wide and sad.

Goddamn it, you've learned this pathetic look from him. And it's also working. Ughhhh.

"Fine!" Goo sighs and he removes his frames. 

You beam at him as he places them on your face.

.

.

"Really?" Mary snorts, arching an eyebrow when she catches the song playing on his phone.

Vin doesn't bother to remove his headphones. Turning up his music with one hand, he flips her off with the other.

She rolls her eyes and walks off, cussing him out under her breath.

That was embarrassing.

What would have been even more embarrassing is if she saw Vin's playlist. She would have no doubt been able to put two and two together, that witch.

It started as songs that he liked. Kinda. He couldn't put his finger on why he liked them, he just knew he did. It was an eclectic mix, everything from ballads through to blues to hip hop. Yet the vibes, to him, were all the same.

He listens to the playlist everyday, even as it grew and more songs were added, he came back to it regularly.

One night, lying in bed, music loud and a singer crooning into his ear as he texts you back, he finally realises the running theme.

It's cringe, and a secret he'll take to his grave-

Because he doesn't actually want to stop listening to these songs, to stop feeling this way-

It turns out-

(Damn, he hates that he's admitting this, but-)

They all remind him of you.

.

.

"Tell me," a voice drawls into your ear and you nearly jump out of your skin.

"Why am I, your boss," A pause. "Or rather, your boss's boss's boss waiting for you to finish work you should have completed 2hours ago?"

"I- I'm sorry!"

You look up at Sammy, contrite and desperate because this report is taking far too long and you've made so many mistakes that your supervisor has rejected it twice before she went home and-

"Leave it."

You blink. Once. Twice. Your eyebrows knit together. "Huh?"

"I'll assign it to-" Sammy signals in the vague direction of your said absent supervisor. 

You think about her peacefully enjoying her evening then coming in the next morning to a monstrous report that is really your responsibility, as well as all her usual work and deadlines and-

You gasp, "No! You can't! I'll finish it in the next 30 minutes, I promise!"

Samuel peers past your eyes that are growing wetter by the second and your panic stricken expression and scans the screen quickly. Your report is almost done but he's already counted 17 errors on a single page.

This must be some kind of company record.

With a sigh, he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"This can wait," he decides. It really can't though.

"What, I thought it was for your meeting?" It is.

"Don't worry about it." You should be worried about it.

"Are you sure?" No, he isn't sure.

Samuel takes one look at your eyes full of hope and decides that yes, he will have to make this work either way.

He's confident that tomorrow will go well, it has to. With or without this report. And if not, some subtle blackmail and threats will certainly help.

[anticapitalistclown]

reader having the scary dog privilege with the big boys 🤤

I think in the lookism verse, reader could have the scary dog privilege with every character lol, lookism men are built different.

Since the characters aren't requested, I'll choose the big boys myself

Scary dog privilege headcanons

reader x Taesoo, Jake, Jerry and Vin Jin

Taesoo

Scary dog privilege? more like scary bear privilege

He really is scary, his face straight up says "don't talk to me", yet since you started to know each other that he asked you daily how your day was, he loves to hear you talk.

He hates everyone, everyone except you and maybe his successor

Since you started dating that you didn't have to get worried about your surroundings anymore, you have a boyfriend that will do it for you.

You can walk everywhere with the confidence that Taesoo can break anyone's ribs with a single punch, although his aura is scary enough for anyone to dare approach you

And there's no need for him to be always stuck with you! just for you being known as Taesoo's partner makes people shiver in fear

It's cute to see a sunshine walking around Ansan happy and without a worry with a muscular and enormous boyfriend behind them (who spoils his partner to the brims)

Jake

He's so cute omg, he's that boyfriend that looks like he has doberman vibes, yet he's a golden retriever.

You're walking on the streets with an enormous, muscular, tattooed and scarred-face man who asks you for cuddles every night

He's big and scary, yet he loves cute things (you)

He's also won a name, Big Deal is quite known and respected for, so people think twice as to approach you

Even though he might not always be around you, a big deal member for sure is to make sure the boss's darling is safe

He loves to walk next to you, pick you up from work or classes, he gets to spend time with you and make sure you're protected <3

Sometimes he doesn't give scary vibes bc he just can't stop smiling at you, yet he is always aware of your surroundings

Jerry

Same as with Jake, he's a big and scarred-face scary man, who people try to avoid looking directly at him, yet he turns into a blushing and stuttering mess when asking you to hold hands.

It's great to walk next to him, people only look at you in fear or admiration

He's so tall and big that he protects you from the sun, also you will never lose him in crowds

He's the best helper, you're tired? he will carry you without any effort, you have to carry heavy stuff? no way, he will do it for you <3

You are boss Jerry's darling, so you also have all the protection from the big deal underlings

Vin

More than scary, he's just an asshole

People be looking at you, and he will put his disgusted bitch face and tell them "tf you looking at?"

He's the type to tell you "babe, dress as you want, I can fight"

Yet he prefers to see his partner to stood up for themselves, if things get more uncomfortable tho, he will step in, he always has your back.

It's true that he is more muscular, and it makes him look more intimidant, and he knows it, so when walking with you, he kinda likes to show off.

Will bitch-slap any guy that looks at you the wrong way <3

[egyptroyal]

"No? No, of course not. I just brushed aside the man you loved, still love, because he's still a me. Self-hatred. Bad habits, hm? But, I have a point. I promise I do." The Doctor took no notice of the cab's mistake. Going to the front door. A hand fiddles inside the trouser pocket. "Don't suppose I ever told you about D-Mat, hm?" Came out as a sigh.

She sat on the welcome mat, not caring about the mess it could cause. "The reason why V, Lord President V, wanted us to visit was that she had a gift for me. A solution. See, V had reconfigured the de-mat gun. Made one for every academy graduate time lord via their biodata. A keyless de-mat. Unheard of, I know. Homeschooling doesn't count apparently. Bonkers but... it works. A de-mat erases a being from time, even me. I won't exist. You won't remember me. Vin won't. V. Everyone. No exceptions this time." Quiet as she pulls out a small coin that flipped upward by a simple slide to the side, no bigger than an American quarter.

"V made it so small. See, what she's told me is that Vin had tried it. It's why he was so quiet recently. So distant. The problem is: he's not really his own person. He is, really but, he isn't. He was an offshoot of V - like my hand in the jar? It's why she had to alter her own history, her mother's and father's history for him to exist. Difficult for time lords, easy like wiping sweat off your brow for Nyintirans. So, V would have to do it to herself. Erase herself. V can't. Pim won't exist because the Vigilante won't exist - Vigilante is also an offshoot but, I'm sure they've told you all this now." She closed the coin, letting it tumble inbetween her knuckles. "But I could do it to myself, don't you see? Not literally but - you know what I mean. Shouldn't say 'could'. I am going to it. I rather just have your unbiased permission. After all, you and your children want nothing to do with us. They'll still exist. As long as there's a Doctor, somewhere, they'll exist. You'll quite literally won't think of us anymore. Like Rory Williams except there's not some catch where I'm going to be some auton or sea devil or... a dog or the mind of a stubborn scotswoman. All of our adventures, bad, good, everything. You'll have memories of going there by yourself or reality will shift it as if you and Vin had gone there but, I won't be." The coin glimmers a bit in the Boston sun. The head side had a picture of V's current incarnation's eye, the center a blossomiest blossom. The tails end had a picture of the house she saw when dealing with Swarm and Azure that was in her head. Customized, hoped she liked it. "The wedding will continue. Just don't be shocked after my next self - got spoiled on that by Vigil, you know how she is with his face, all googly - after he's given them the rings, in a blink, he's gone? The Master in this reality won't feel the need to kill your parents, they'll just die in a normal house fire. A human will take you in. They won't know why. Will never know why. Completely erased. Thorough, this. All the events I've dealt with, all those varying moments of meeting me meeting you, even ones I know you were hesitant in meeting: gone. My bond gone, erased completely."

She got up slowly, thumb stroking the coin. "Insult cruelly, scare them off to push people completely away, guess all those faces, I still don't change." A whisper now. Doing what the rest of herselves couldn't do. Too prideful. Always her fault, wasn't it? Yes, she supposes, Tecteun was right? The Rani was right? The humans were right. Sacrifices for manipulated ants but, they were always giants in her eyes and she was always a blind entomologist at heart. Right? Right? The Doctor walked off. The ship didn't take off. The doors were locked, sonic devices, tardis-made creations, nor earth devices could not open them.

The heartbeat emitted from them from the bond throughout was down, turned down at a decibel one can only hear with noise-cancelling headphones since even breathing was too loud to hear.

To Learn What Hasn't Come to Past ||

The Doctor was watching moments of her future. Of her new present. She had landed in a far future earth colony, an organization doing exactly what Time Lords have done as the Celestial Interference Agency branch. Here, for humans interacting with the universe and maintaining a single timeline of their choosing, it was Time Variance Authority.

Why she was here? Like all the places she had gone, she had landed here too. She walked in, heard a noise and now she was here sitting and watching this reality. Watching everything but with a catch: she had sonicked her screen the moment she saw @girl-in-the-tardis. Watched the timeline through those lens. Saw just how much her male incarnations fucked up or got erased or haunted her wife. How it affected her friend, Vin. As collateral blowback.

Her lips parted as if to say something, to reach out. She was seeing things she wasn't allowed to see - private things in realities she wouldn't be aware of if she hadn't landed here. Things that Kira had kept from her because why wouldn't she? It wasn't her business to know. To even ask. Or wonder. The horror of the certain realities that was always rejected by the Doctor, anything of the reality where they were Time Lord Victorious prolonged past the interference of her "eighth" and "ninth" selves against a Donnaless-grief stricken "Tenth" self were usually self-terminated. Still, the actions were imprinted on her wife and that was what really hurt the Doctor the most. The pain lasted longer than the peace.

She could see how happy the other realities of herself and Kira - with later faces and past ones. It broke her hearts to learn about the reality she was in, the strain of her past selves want of breaking their timeline. To free Kira from the strain of themselves, of how they were really like. All because simply not talking, not speaking up, not when it came to their own feelings.

Was this why her friend's twenty second face hissed at her? For those realities bleeding into him due to what he was? Yeah, he's got the Time Lord diploma but, he was still Nyintiran first, Gallifreyan second. That species, they were always more immersed in Time than Time Lords. Time Lords throughout wanted to mould time into their favor, to feel what they weren't: gods eternal.

Nyintirans were ancient - they were the Dark Times antediluvians, embraced time and magic and science and their minds so open to each other that they bypass mental blockers and invade other's minds because that's their normal. Stretching across realities feeling every action they couldn't take, every reaction they would've taken, should've taken. The Doctor, they can see it but, @themadvigilantist had every sense exploding constantly. Nonstop. It burned, it left scars he could lie away because the truth would be shunned by the reality they were in now. She felt guilt, immense guilt as the clipshow of Kira continued on.

The Doctor was happy she had moved on from the later likes of herself - their streak of abandoning everyone else in times of immense earth-based need finally revealing that even her own human wife was of no exception. This face would've wished to stay as Kira grew ill, to not leave her side. Instead she had to watch while her later self evaded their wife and their wife's family and friends where other versions stayed and build her strength back up without them. Having to watch on another screen the constant attempts of Vin trying to be there - since he was on Earth, in Scotland - only being overwhelmingly tormented by the realities that were cruel to her wife, having to experience the physical pain over and over that Vin's fourteenth self had covered it up as a trauma response. All her pain and even though it was wished twicefold by her friend, Emma, towards the Doctor's male selves - it seemed Vin had recieved it eightyfold in the unfortunate literal sense.

Too tapped in and his Nyintiran bond was supposed to have dampen it, not increase it. He never said, 13 saw.

Maybe that's why her "fifteenth" self was trying to patch things up with Vin, he was getting the brunt of it. More than the other's realized or wanted to, at this point, it's a wonder he is even dragged into their presence without — no, too much now.

She was still pissed off on Kira's behalf based on her past selves actions, based on those specific realities choices but now? She was so angry that it grew into sadness. All that pain was gone but so too was all the good.

And she couldn't do anything. Not even when it showed the alternate versions of herself this time. One of which had Clara's face - weird, that. From short to shorter - ooh, that's a good movie title. She genuinely couldn't. Not because of time lord rules of fixed events (her friend's family disproved that) but, because they never had enough time. The good ones, the great ones, the kind ones, the so complicatedly human aspects of those realities never lasted longer than the cruel ones did.

But could she? Could she change this? Need to ask Kira. The Doctor sees the most recent, where Kira celebrated at for the second parental holiday. Finding herself touching the screen, realizing too late she was moving closer to the wall. Seeing that Vin was curled in the Zero Room, his zero room. Writhing in pain as the image changed to line up what was happening to him, where Kira was. Talking to....is that - @nosewitch - no! Is that but, the human is dead? No, oh! Oh. The Doctor sonics the projector to pause as it started to go through memory lane. It was trying to distract her with that. Dissuade her.

"I have a mess to clean up." There was bite in her tone, staring at her "eleventh" self's image in this reality. Walking off. She bypassed the TVA officers with ease (like it was hard?) and landed where Kira was.

Just down the street.

She wasn't sure if their own bond was working or if there was a way within the bond to pinpoint a specific regeneration's presence. Still, didn't want to impose in case her girlfriend - well, wife but they were going slow! starting over, wasn't they? things get busy and her male selves were mucking things up before she could do normal dates with her like eating popcorn, cuddling in a hammock, hot rock massages—no, stop it- was going to wave her off. Sentence got away from her, didn't it?

[flysafepapi]

There's an old song that he remembers hearing, when he was young. He can't remember where he heard it, but for reasons unknown to him, it's what he hears when the sound of John and Esme yelling at him fade away. Is he singing along with it? He doesn't know, but he remembers all the words, about a blackbird and being free. Something about becoming a king. It sounds good to him.

"I love you. I'm going to be right here, okay? I'm not going anywhere."

He's heard that your life flashes through your mind, before you die. Well, this is the second time he's been in this situation, and he doesn't remember anything like that. There's no slow motion replay of all his memories, there isn't anything except the darkness, so thick and crushing that it feels like he could suffocate in it. He's never told anyone, but he's always been afraid of the dark, and the things that lurk just out of sight. He figures he must not be dead yet, because he can still think, so his brain hasn't shut itself down. Not yet, at least.

"You really got yourself into trouble this time. Fight it, like I know you can. Karl misses his uncle."

He wonders what they're going to do without him. Not that they're going to fall to pieces without him, he's not arrogant enough to believe that he's that important, but he knows it's going to break Arthur maybe further than anyone can bring him back from. They've got plans, things they'd always talked about doing. A house out in the country, nothing big, just a little cottage. Room for a big garden, maybe some animals, goats probably. Vincent has always liked goats. A dog or two. Plans that won't ever be realised, now. Still. He knows that they'll look after Arthur for him, as best as they can, and what more could he ask for, really.

"Vin, you have to wake up. He's falling apart without you."

The pain is coming back, now, in fits and starts. It centres in the middle of his spine and spreads outwards like a wave, until it feels like jagged knives are digging into every inch of his body and twisting slowly, or being slowly submerged in acid that burns away the layers of his skin, one agonising area at a time. He still can't breathe, not properly, dragging air down his throat feels like swallowing razor blades. He takes back everything he said about being shot that day, in France. This is the worst thing he's ever felt. If he screams, he can't hear it, but he feels a burn in his throat like he's been yelling himself hoarse.

"Come back to us. You promised, remember? Arthur can't do this without you."

There would have been room in that small country cottage for a kid of their own. Well, not their own, not really, but the distinction doesn't matter. He'd always wanted a family of his own, even though he was sure, for the longest time, that he'd never get one. There's something about him that kids seem to flock to, and he's always thought he'd be a good father. He and Arthur haven't talked about it, not directly, but there's been enough subtle hints from both of them that he was pretty sure it would happen eventually. If it didn't, he wouldn't have been bothered. He had more than enough nieces and nephews to spoil.

"Uncle Vinnie? Can you hear me? I brought your favourite books, so you have something to do when you wake up."

Sometimes, when the sounds of gunfire and screaming got too loud in his head, he'd curl up into himself under the bed. The roughness of the bare wood was comforting, in a strange way, but it was more because down there was cool, and quiet, and he could hide from everything. The first few times, Arthur had gotten confused, kneeling down on the rug to look at him with a frown, ask what he was doing, but he adapts to it eventually. They all had their coping mechanisms, chased away the ghosts of the war in their own ways. When it happens, Arthur sits on the floor, within touching distance, and reads. It doesn't matter what, but the sound of his voice is soothing, and helps Vincent come out of the terrors he'll never be able to shake completely.

"Esme wanted me to give you these flowers, and to tell you that she's sorry she hasn't been in, but someone has to look after the kids."

It's too bright when he opens his eyes. The sterile whiteness that could only be a hospital. It stings, and he has to blink a few times to clear the spots away so he can see properly. The first thing he looks at is down at his body, covered in tight white bandages that stain pink from blood in a dozen different places. The second thing he looks at is the chair next to the bed he's laying on, and the man sitting it, face hidden behind a newspaper. Arthur's still wearing the same clothes that Vincent remembers him wearing that day, however long ago it was. It doesn't surprise him that Arthur's refused to leave his side.

"You look like shit. I'm the one that got shot."

He watches in amusement as Arthur practically throws the newspaper over his shoulder, totally forgotten in a second.

"How long have I-"

"Three weeks. Everyone's been in to see you."

"I can tell."

Almost every surface of the small room is covered in various things; flowers, a small pile of his favourite books, a few stuffed bears in the mix.

"They said you might not make it. When you didn't wake up. I thought-"

"Hey," Vincent can't move properly, not yet, but he reaches out and grabs Arthur's hand in his. It hurts, pulling at the stitches the doctors must have put in at some point, but he doesn't care. "It takes more than that to keep me down, remember?"

"Don't you ever do that to me again. It almost killed me."

"Don't get shot again? I think I can manage that."

Arthur frowns at him, and when he looks, really looks, he can see the redness around Arthur's eyes, the fresh tears that gather in the corners of his eyes.

"No, I mean it. I can't do any of this without you with me, alright? I fucking love you. There is no me if there's no you."