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multifandomfanficss · 9 months ago

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Never Listen To Venkman

Egon Spengler x Reader

(With platonic!Peter Venkman)

Prompt: When you and Peter are left alone to experiment with a suspicious, blue, viscous slime, things go south and Egon comes home to you having a paranormal induced panic attack.

Warnings: panic attacks, autistic meltdowns, sensory issues, detailed descriptions of sensory issues, feeling uncomfortable in one’s own skin.

A/N: Back in my Ghostbusters era. It is contractually obligated that I must re-obsess every time a new movie comes out. I’ve loved Egon since I was a little kid. I can’t believe I’ve never written for him. The italics are flashbacks. This is crossposted on my AO3 adriansglasses.

The reader is intended to be autistic, but can be read any way you’d like. Anyone is allowed to relate and see themselves in the reader wether they’re autistic or not!

You were sitting at your desk with in your small shared lab with Egon in the firehouse when you heard footsteps. You thought you had been home alone until Peter walked in.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were going on a double date with Winston while Ray and Egon were at the movie.” You questioned him, putting down your pen. You had been taking notes on a new kind of slime the boys had found. It was different from the other slime they’d found last month when Vigo was trying to take over. While Vigo’s slime was pink in color, this slime was blue and had a more viscous consistency.

“Oscar had a fever, so Dana and I decided to cancel. She thinks he’s getting his first tooth.” Peter smiles. Despite the jokes he’s made and the amount of times he’s said he was nowhere near ready to be a father, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t happy being back with Dana again and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love Oscar just as much as he loved her.

“Did Winston still go?” You ask.

“Oh, yeah. He’s probably back in her apartment with the bed rocking as we speak. No way he’s coming home tonight.” Peter laughed at his own joke as you cringe.

“You’re disgusting.” You roll your eyes.

“What are you up to tonight? Got a hot date with a slime? Not too different from your usual dating life.” He chuckles.

“You’re such a dick, Venkman. I figured while everybody was out tonight I’d try to find out SOMETHING about this new slime. Egon and I have been studying it for two days and we have literally nothing.” You gesture to the blue goo on your desk.

“Do you need help?” He asks.

“Are you offering to help me on your night off?” You ask, shocked.

“I’ve got nothing better to do.” Peter shrugs.

“Are you gonna take it seriously?” You hesitate.

“I’m always serious!” Peter bluffs. Peter was never serious. Egon was always serious. His bluntness and black and white thinking had always been a comfort to you. He wasn’t some puzzle you had to figure out. He just was. Being with him wasn’t a guessing game the same way it was with Peter.

“Somehow that’s hard to believe, but I could really use your expertise in parapsychology, so I’ll say yes.” You sigh. You know this probably isn’t the best idea, but Peter knows more about this topic than you do. You’d be stupid to reject his help.

“If you’ll be the subject, I’ll run the experiment.” He says, taking out the helmet with wires.

“Okay.” You agree. Once the helmet is on you should be connected to a series of machines able to read the energy of your emotions, as well as the slime itself, giving you a more direct connection without touching. Peter starts asking you a series of questions, trying to draw different emotional responses.

“Think of a time when you were happy, really happy.” He prompts. Your mind, wandered around the room, trying to think of something, when your eyes landed on Egon’s book sitting on his desk.

It made you think of the first time you realized you had deep feelings for him. While you’d always thought he was attractive, you realized your feelings were deeper than you thought, far beyond a harmless little crush, one day when he let you borrow his book. As you read his notes in the margins you were able to analyze things like him, see the world through his eyes. You saw how his brain connected and processed things. You always liked the person he’d shown you, but writing in the margins is different. When you take notes in a book, you’re not putting on a mask for people to see. Notes in the margins are just for you. There’re your unfiltered thoughts. Seeing who Egon was when nobody was watching was different. He was funny, smart, deep, curious, not as confident as he pretended to be; he didn’t censor himself in his books. He wasn’t quiet in his books. Reading his margins felt intimate.

“You’re thinking about Spengler, aren’t you?” Venkman teases.

“Why would you say that?” You look at him, embarrassed.

“Because you’re in loooooove!” Peter mocks.

“Can we change the subject?” You practically beg.

“Think of a moment where you were uncomfortable.” Peter prompts.

“This conversation.” You fiddle with your fingers.

“No, really. I wanna see how it reacts to discomfort.”

“Fine.” You sigh. You think back to one of your many lab accidents. Working in a lab with sensory issues is never easy and that was something you and Egon both struggled with.

You think back to the day when you superglued your fingers shut by accident. You got them apart, but you couldn’t get the the residue off. You started to hyperventilate, on the verge of tears. You wanted to hit your hands on things, but you knew that wouldn’t help. You couldn’t peel off the glue without peeling off your skin.

“What’s wrong?” Egon looked at you puzzled, and a bit worried.

“Superglue! I- I- I can’t get it off!” You shake your hands, violently, your whole body is tensed up.

Egon quickly takes a bottle out from his desk drawer and runs over to you. He grabs your hands.

“Look at me, (Y/N). It’s okay. I’ll take off all the residue.” He promises, giving you a soft smile. Despite not liking seeing you in such discomfort, he forces the smile to help calm you down. He begins to massage the liquid from the bottle onto your fingers with a rag.

“See, it’s okay. It’s coming off.” He continues to speak softly, calming you.

“What is that stuff?” You ask.

“I wish I could say it’s some sort of fancy, scientific, protective disinfectant, but as it so happens it’s only nail polish remover.” You both chuckle quietly. “Janine gave it to me the last time I got superglue on something and couldn’t get it off.” He smiles down at your hands, still focused on getting the last little bit off.

“This slime is so different from the mood slime. I thought I saw it let go of a bubble, but it’s mostly doing nothing. I think it might be dead. I think it might be time to bury it in the backyard.” Peter begins to fake sob.

“Knock it off.” You laugh. “What backyard? This is Manhattan!”

“You should try touching it.” Peter suggests.

“Egon, said I should under no circumstances touch it directly, especially while he’s not here.” You inform him.

“Well Egon, is being overprotective. Nothing bad happened when everyone else touched the pink slime and I accidentally ate green slime once.” Venkman says.

“What do you mean accidentally?” You ask.

“It was our first mission. Slimer ran through me. It was a whole thing. I think you should touch it… You might be able to figure out what it is before Spengler gets back…” He tries to change your mind.

“You’re sure there were no serious side effects from touching the other slimes?” You ask, hesitantly. Egon would be annoyed if he found out you went against his pleas to keep your hands away from the plasma, but you wanted to impress him.

“Nothing serious. I grew an extra pinky, but they cut it off.” He jokes.

“Haha, very funny, Venkman.” You roll your eyes.

“Fine.” You sigh, taking a deep breath before plunging your hand into the blue viscous goo. “Oh…This is literally fine.” You feel no effect, but when your heart rate picks up you realize you spoke too soon. You fall onto the floor, knocking over the slime. You feel like your heart is racing, like it could beat out of your chest and you can’t suck enough air into your lungs. You’re terrified.

“(Y/N)!” Peter yells, rushing to the floor to help you. He tries to touch the the hand not covered in blue slime, but you push him away, sobbing. You don’t want him anywhere near you. You’re slipping away from reality into a deep state of panic and paranoia.

“Please! No!” You sob. It’s the only thing you can manage to get out. You barley recognize Peter anymore. He doesn’t feel like a friend. He feels like a threat.

“Honestly, the movie was quite terrible. Ray stopped for a 99 cent pizza on the corner. What did you- (Y/N)?!” Egon speaks as he enters the room, cutting himself off when he notices you’re in distress.

“Pete, what happened?!” Egon questions once he sees Venkman.

“We were doing an experiment and they touched the goo and they just started freaking out. They won’t let me near them.” Peter tells him, obviously shaken. You hear the two men, but you don’t process them. It’s like you’re underwater.

“This is different from their usual sensory issues. I think they’re having a panic attack.” Egon kneels in front of you. “(Y/N), you’re okay. You’re safe. You’re in the firehouse. I’m here.” He tells you slowly.

“I- I can’t breathe!” You gasp for air.

“Your lungs are expanding and contracting at a rate too fast for your body to intake oxygen. I need you to try to breathe slow and deep with me. In…and out. Nice and slow.” He prompts. “Peter, I need latex gloves and towels.” Venkman could have made multiple jokes about Egon’s command, but looking at you this way made him uneasy. It wasn’t the right time. After being handed the gloves, Egon slipped them on and got to work cleaning off your slime covered arm. You begin to sob, overwhelmed by the feeling of the slime, the latex gloves, and the towel. It was difficult to handle on top of your panic attack. “Peter, we need to get them into the decontamination shower.”

“No!” You gasp between sobs.

“Come, on. I’ll go with you. We can get all the plasma off of you.” Egon speaks softly, but with a gentle urgency, as he tries to coax you to the shower. You shake your head no. “Are you against touch right now?” He asks.

“They did not like when I touched them.” Venkman warns.

“Only you-“ You break out in a sob. It doesn’t even cross your mind that you may be offending Peter by only wanting Egon. Luckily he’s not offended. Egon begins to take off his glove to provide skin to skin contact on the arm not drenched in slime in an effort to comfort you.

“Aren’t you worried about getting that stuff on you?” Venkman questions, worried Egon will shutdown like you.

“I’m getting in the decontamination shower anyway.” Egon shrugs, turning to you. He takes your hand in his, softly rubbing the top with his thumb.

“But- but your clothes will get all wet!” You sob. You knew Egon had his own sensory issues. You’d often have to help him when his long sleeves would get wet during experiments. It would drive him crazy. He avoided puddles like the plague and always had an umbrella nearby.

“Try not to worry about me right now. I just want you to focus on your breathing. I can always change my clothes.” He smiles. While it hurts him to see you so distressed, he was happy to know you cared about his comfort. “Let’s go shower. You can’t leave all that slime on you. I believe it’s worsening your mental state.” You nod, still crying.

“I’ll get them under the shower, I’ll need you to turn it on. Make sure not to touch the slime. I got a minuscule amount on my finger and it’s making me rather anxious. I can only imagine what this amount is doing to them.” Egon tells Peter. He helps you to stand, walking your trembling form over to the shower. “There we go. Just a few more steps. You’re doing wonderfully, (Y/N).” Egon softly attempts to comfort you.

Once you’re under the shower head, Venkman turns it on. Both you and Egon jolt at the sudden water pressure. He tightens both his jaw and his grip on you, holding his eyes shut tight. He can’t stand the feeling of his wet clothes against his body, but he’s brave for you. Once adjusted to the water, Egon begins to wash the slime off your body with care. Peter leaves to go upstairs and get you some towels. You feel the panic and paranoia start to leave your body. Despite still being incredibly anxious, you were starting to phase out of your slime induced panic attack. You lean against Egon, struggling to hold your own body weight. Maybe you’ll be more embarrassed tomorrow, but right now you just needed to be held. You were craving pressure on your body. You felt as if you would float off the ground if you weren’t held down. Egon wraps his arms around you, bringing you closer. He places a kiss on your forehead before placing his chin on top of your head. You snuggled into his chest, finding his pulse. You didn’t have the time or the bandwidth in your brain to think about what the kiss meant. You just wanted to be close to him.

“You’re okay, (Y/N). You’re safe.” Egon tells you. You’re not sure if it’s for your benefit or his. It’s for both, really.

You’re quiet for most of the night, unable to bring yourself to speak. Egon doesn’t mind. He thinks a verbal shutdown is more than understandable after the night you’ve had. After the shower, you follow Egon around the fire station. You don’t want to be alone right now. He doesn’t mind. He puts out some of his clothes for you to wear; pajama pants and one of his soft sweaters. He goes to leave the room for you to change, but you stop him.

“Can- can we just like? Turn around?” You ask. “I’m sorry. If you’re uncomfortable, that’s okay. I just really don’t wanna be alone right now.” You voice is hoarse from crying.

“Of course.” He smiles, turning around.

“I’m decent.” He informs you after a minute of rustling.

“Me too.” You tell him and you both turn around.

“I’m sorry.” You tell him, near tears again. You feel awful for how tonight went. This was supposed to be the boys’ day off. Egon gives you a sad look.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. You were just trying to help. Venkman told me he put you up to it anyway.” Egon sighs.

“I probably shouldn’t have listened to him.” You let out a sad chuckle, one tear slipping past you, down your cheek. You wipe it quickly.

“Never listen to Venkman.” Egon gives a sad laugh.

“At least we figured out what the slime does… Egon, can I ask you a question?” You hesitate.

“Well, you just did, but yes.” He smiles, joking to lighten the mood. You smile at him.

“Why did you do all that? You took off your gloves, putting yourself at risk and then you put yourself through sensory hell just to get me cleaned up.” You question him.

“Isn’t it obvious? (Y/N), I care about you.” You look at him, thinking about the tone in his words. You can’t quite decipher it, but there’s something else there. Is it possible he could feel the same way about you that you feel about him? “You should get some sleep.” He interrupts your thoughts. “If you’d rather not be alone, you may sleep in my room tonight. I would find it beneficial to monitor you overnight to watch for long lasting effects, anyway.” He adds.

“Only if that’s okay with you.” You hesitate.

“Of course it’s okay with me. I just suggested it.” He smiles.

Once you’re settled into bed, Egon turns off the lights and climbs in next to you.

“Egon, I’m still anxious.” You blurt out into the dark.

“Do you need pressure?” He asks.

“Yes.” You say, hoping he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t seem to mind, as he scoops you into his arms. You cuddle into his chest, surrounded by him, surrounded by safety. You know this should be weird, but it doesn’t feel weird. As Egon kisses the top of your forehead again, bidding you goodnight, you wonder what this all means. You wonder what you are to each other. You feel you’ve crossed the line as friends, but you’re too tired and too awkward and too anxious to talk about labels. You and Egon never quite fit into boxes as people anyway. Your relationship didn’t need to either. Whatever this was between you was comforting. It was safe and it was going to help you sleep tonight.

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winryrockbellwannabe · 3 months ago

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study diaries - 9/October ☕

honestly, only thing keeping me alive rn is coffee, and im not mad at all, it's just sooo good (even the cheap one from the uni coffee machine)

had driving theory lessons, worked on my lab report and tried to study in the mall - i was actually productive, until ppl started playing board games near me, which was way more interesting than x-ray production processes ahahah

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belles-non-wallpapering-content · 3 months ago

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It's a date E.S x FEM! Reader

Overture- Working in the paranormal section of the university library wasn't the best job, but the one person who came down there did manage to brighten your day, even with his needlessly formal demeanor.

CWs- Creepy basements, mention of loss of job

A/N- Day 12! Only like a half hour late, too! Need to celebrate the little things, I guess. Also I have no idea why I like Egon with a librarian reader so much. But this is what I imagine Egon was off doing while Peter and Ray were deciding to start the business.

The paranormal section of the university library was your favorite spot to work. Mostly because it was rarely ever visited. Tucked away in the basement, near the files, you could mostly listen to music and do sorting and shelving work. You really weren’t supposed to listen to music while you worked, but who was going to stop you? Your boss didn’t even come down here, he said it was ‘too creepy’.

Half way through your shift, and your music was as loud as your headphones would allow. It was the only thing keeping you going in the —admittedly creepy— basement for this long of a shift. That was, until you turned around to grab another box of files, and there he was. The only person who came down here with any consistency, Dr. Egon Spengler.

He wasn’t a teacher; but the university paid him to do paranormal research, so whenever he needed text to supplement his work, he came down to visit you. You wondered why he never sent a lab assistant, but you figured he must just prefer to do it himself. You weren’t expecting him though, so he definitely startled you, standing with perfect posture while carrying an overwhelming stack of books.

“God! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come up, we really need to put a bell on you Dr.Spengler.”

“I told you that you can call me Egon, if you prefer.” It's so hard to try and separate your little crush on him from your work if you call him by his first name, though. Nevertheless, you did want to respect his wishes.

“I know, but you’re so formal I feel like I should address you formally.”

“Well, thank you.”

“Of course—Egon.” You nodded your head once to show that you were making the correction.

“So are you looking for anything in particular? Or just returning?”

“Just returning these.” He gently set down the stack, which was admittedly impressive. If you’d tried to set them down, it would’ve been a lot–louder.

“Alright.” You gave him a smile and started grabbing the books one by one to get them checked back in. He could’ve easily put them in the return bin upstairs, it was far less out of the way. But you figured it was the same attention to detail that got him to come pick up his own research materials.

“So what’re you listening to?”

“Oh—uh, it’s just my work playlist, I’m really not supposed to have headphones in down here, but it gets so quiet. You’re kind of the only one who comes down here.”

“Well I promise I won’t tell.”

“Thanks, Egon, I do appreciate it. If you don’t mind me asking why are you returning all of these anyway? It must be everything you have checked out.”

“Yes, myself along with Ray Stantz and Peter Venkman were fired earlier today. So I had to return the books.”

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! That’s rough, isn’t that like, your whole department?”

“The university is no longer interested in pursuing the furthering of scientific development through the paranormal, I suppose. But Peter and Ray seem to be coming up with a plan for us to continue our research.”

“Well it’s good that you guys have something, I’m going to miss you down here.”

“Well thank you, I think that this will be the part of this job I will miss the most.”

“Ok, you’re all set.” He gave you a short nod, and you finally let yourself speak before overthinking.

“Just one more thing Dr. Spengler.” It was too late to take it back now, your mind had caught up, but you’d already started. You were going to ask him out.

“Um–I haven’t really said anything just because, I try not to do that for the people who are like, in my workspace, but I–like you. So if you would like to go out for coffee or something sometime, here’s my number.” You handed him a sticky note you scrawled your number on while you were talking.

“Oh, well thank you. I will definitely do that.” He took the sticky note and left, a little piece of you felt deflated at his reaction, he looked a little confused and once he started to leave he quickly walked back over to the counter.

“You did mean as a date, right?” You couldn’t help but laugh, just a little bit. That was the one part you thought you’d been pretty clear about.

“Yes, like a date.”

“Alright, good. I’ll call you tonight.” “Cool! I’ll talk to you then.” When he did leave, you were grateful that no one else was there. That way no one could see the little dance party you threw yourself for finally asking him out.

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cosmichoneibeee · 1 year ago

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Hey, since requests are open, may I ask for hcs or something for Viper x female reader working together in the lab? Kind of strangers to a mutual secret crush? Thank you~ <3

Being Viper's laboratory colleague and secret crush

Words count: +/- 4.8k

A/N: Hi anon, maybe I got a little carried away on this topic. I love Viper so much and everything that involves her, I always end up losing a little bit of the notion of how much has already been done when I write to her. Also, ladies, take your eyes off her, she's my wife

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It wasn't meant to be like this, it wasn’t meant to happen

Viper doesn't usually hire new scientists to work with her, but she made an exception after seeing your resume

For you, just having the opportunity to work for Sabine Callas is like winning the jackpot

And for her, it's great to see at least one person as interested in what she does as you are - unlike other people she has to deal with on a daily basis, as she says

She started to really realize you existed when she realized how much you looked like herself when she was younger: eager and euphoric to make the world different

But that doesn't mean she'll go easy on you.

From day 1 you knew how strict she was with the work you were supposed to do, perfect wouldn't be near enough

You'd expect her to be short and to the point, but she seemed to nag you a little too much.

Expects you to work overtime virtually every day

You didn't like her from the beginning, despite her being an extremely beautiful and intelligent woman

It's not hard to imagine that you almost regretted applying for this job after all the demands and care you had to take just to make a report and then having to hear how bad it was from Sabine herself every single time

She really made your life hell

Until the day where just you and her stayed late

After being told to redo all the work you have made for almost a month, you broke down and exploded, asking why she was so mean

She watched you in silence as you babbled angrily, with that look of superiority, of always being ready to end your life in a few words

But she didn't do that, she just sighed

"I just don't want you to become like me." "And your work was…reasonable."

Were the only things she said that night, aside from her usual commands

After that day, you noticed that she had become less strict with you and that was an incredible relief, knowing that your job wasn't so bad after all

She liked the change, you were much more productive that way and you smiled more

God only knows how much she enjoyed seeing a less stressed, always on the edge, side of yours

And suddenly, she found herself counting the minutes for you to get to the lab, to walk in radiant, like the first brightest ray of morning sunlight, to ask how a reaction worked or to ask for help with something, that she “unfortunately” had to be almost glued to you to show how it was done

You've been her protégé, since your first day, you just didn't realize it yet

Of course, she would like to see you a better version than the day before, but she always overlooked the little mistakes you made in your reports and she will continue to.

And no one will dare say anything about you, ever, because Sabine has ears everywhere and she doesn't mind having a live subject to try her toxins

She may have fallen in love first, but you'll fall in love harder

Prince Sabine

Such a gentleman and elegant

Already keep in mind that she will never say outright that she likes you, but she will let her actions speak for you to realize someday

Blanket over your shoulders when you stay late to research and end up sleeping in your own notes

And if she finds out that you drink coffee, every morning your favorite cup will already be full

Sabine has a lot of money, it is natural for her to drink good quality (and very expensive) coffee, you will start drinking too because you deserve it.

She gets extra gentle after disappearing for a few days to do her “personal project” stuff

She likes to watch you, almost admiring from afar, but you'll never catch her looking, she hides it very well

You on the other hand is always caught staring at her, it’s like she has a sixth sense and always knows when you’re looking

She gets sooo confident after these moments

You'll just see a discreet smirk and her going back to work as if nothing had happened, but inside? She is holding back from shaking her hands in euphoria and blushing like a teen.

The only time you can pick up tidbits of information about her personal life is during your overtime, when only the two of you are working.

She won’t say much, but hey, any information is information

And she gets more...touchy in those moments when you two are alone - as touchy as Viper can be

She snakes a hand up your back, soft and slow, looking for any reaction of disgust or fear from you.

She notices the way you look at her when you two are working, she's not stupid

But she can't believe that life would be so kind as to give her someone as perfect as you.

Not after all she have done

She makes baby steps in your “relationship”

Part of her hopes you'll get tired of waiting and go find someone else

Part of her expects you to stick with her and keep coming after her, because she will come after you...someday.

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@ Do not copy any of my works, translate and/or post it on others websites.

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satansapostle6 · 1 year ago

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Josh Futturman has always had a crush on his beautiful coworker, the sharp, sexy scientist he thought he could only dream of talking to.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Sexual content.

Part One

Part Two: Sensory Processing

Josh Futturman was actually excited to go to work. This rarely happened, but the prospect of Brynne Johansson made it happen. All day, he had done all of his work as a janitor and Kronish Labs as quickly as possible, hoping to see her by the time he got to her office.

Of course, his closest work friend, Ray, had noticed this upon seeing Josh pass Brynne Johansson’s office as slowly as possible.

“Aw, come on! Not you, too!” Ray exclaimed.

“What?!” Josh said defensively.

“Man… I’ve been trying to woo Dr. Scarlett Johansson with my security guard charm fiancé I started here! I swear, I’ve seen half of the other security guards pretend to hear about ‘situations’ near her office,” he frowned.

“I’m not spying on her!” he promised, going about his work. “And she does kinda resemble Scarlett Johansson…”

Ray just shook his head, leaving him to whatever he was doing. Josh quickly took care of cleaning the floors, anxious to peer into Brynne Johansson’a office. Luckily, she appeared to be in at the moment, peacefully filling out paperwork as she listened to music on her headphones.

Josh remembered the first time he ever came near her office, surprised to see that she was a music person.

“Hey,” Josh spoke up nervously.

Brynne took off her headphones as she looked up, surprised to see him. “Hi,” she said.

“What are you listening to?” he asked her out of curiosity.

“Depeche Mode,” she replied, before her one-track mind kicked in, “What’s going on, did something happen in the lab?” she asked automatically.

“What? Oh. No,” he responded quickly, “Sorry. I just… had something to give you,” he said sheepishly.

The young woman looked up curiously, not understanding.

“I, uh… Got stuff for a couple people around the office. Christmas, you know?” he asked awkwardly.

“Oh. That’s thoughtful of you,” she replied.

“Yeah, it’s just small stuff, you know? I got Ray a gift card for that sandwich place he likes, and I got Kronish one of those candles he likes. Mostly because Dr. Camillo hates that he burns them in the office,” he admitted.

Brynne smiled. “I got him one too.”

“Really?” Josh laughed as she just nodded.

He nervously reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box of chocolates, with a small note attached.

“Anyways. Kronish said you liked these, so I thought I’d wish you an early… whatever you may or may not celebrate,” he concluded.

“Oh, wow. Thank you,” Brynne said kindly. “I appreciate it, a lot. And as for celebrating, you could say Christmas, but I honestly don’t really celebrate apart from doing stuff for other people,” she confessed.

Josh nodded understandingly.

“But thank you, wow, this is perfect,” she told him, opening the note in front of him.

Josh watched her in fear, hoping she wouldn’t think he was weird and hate him.

“‘To Dr. Johansson. Thanks for letting me take out your Redbull cans and chicken Caesar salads. From, Josh’,” she read in amusement. “Wow, my garbage sounds sad.”

“Personally, I think it’s pretty cool garbage,” Josh joked.

“Well. Thanks, Josh,” she remarked. “You can just call me ‘Brynne’, by the way.”

“Right. Brynne. Sorry,” he nodded quickly.

“Thanks again, for the chocolates,” she said softly. “That’ll probably be my lunch.”

Josh stopped for a moment, remembering what Kronish had told him the day before.

“It—It doesn’t have to be!” he offered without thinking.

“Hmm?” she questioned.

“Uh… I was actually just about to head to that Indian place across the street for my break… if you’d rather do that,” he stumbled over his words, praying she wouldn’t think he was creepy.

“Oh. Yeah, that sounds fucking great, actually,” she nodded, looking down at her designer watch. “Ten on the dot. Let’s do it,” she nodded.

“Great,” Josh blurted out, holding in his screams of excitement.

He was shocked she actually said yes, following her as she walked out of the office.

“I haven’t actually gone out for lunch in months,” Brynne sighed as she took off her lab coat.

As the two of them left the building, Josh felt as if his going to lunch with the Dr. Johansson should’ve been illegal. He saw Ray’s suspicious glance at him as they left together. Josh walked out of the building feeling like he had just committed some sort of heist.

“Have you ever been here?” Josh Futturman asked her as they reached the restaurant.

“Yeah, it’s kind of my go-to whenever I leave the office for lunch,” she explained. “Have you?”

“No,” Josh said truthfully, “I’ve actually just been meaning to try it out.”

They entered the restaurant, a couple of the men in the room naturally turning to look at Brynne. Josh felt incredibly out of place, standing next to her in his janitor’s uniform. He silently cursed her perfectly fitted black dress.

“What do you want?” Brynne asked as they approached the cashier.

“What should I get?” he asked her, never actually having had Indian food before.

“Most people tend to get the butter chicken,” she explained, “With the garlic naan.”

“Sounds great,” Josh nodded, turning to the guy at the counter. “I’ll have the butter chicken with the garlic naan. What about you?” he asked her.

“I’m getting the same,” she responded.

“Two of the butter chicken with garlic naan, then, please,” Josh said as he handed over his card.

“Are you sure?” Brynne asked him, surprised.

“Yeah,” he said kindly, “You want anything to drink?”

“Uh, just a Coke,” she told the cashier, “Thanks.”

“Two Cokes, please,” Josh smiled as the guy took his card.

“Thank you,” Brynne said, pleasantly surprised.

“No problem. My treat,” he said nonchalantly, “You haven’t eaten out of the office in a while.”

“True,” she nodded as they sat down at a table with their drinks. “So,” she began, making him nervous.

He panicked, and couldn’t stop staring into her pretty brown eyes. Josh couldn’t think around Brynne Johansson, mostly because being around her heightened and engaged his senses entirely. The perfection of her face, and the beauty of her body, and the distinct smell of her perfume captivated him.

She was like no woman he’d ever met before. She commanded respect from people in a way that explained why she was the head of her department. Something about Brynne made the hair on Josh’s arms stand up, and something told him it really had nothing to with her job title.

And many other male employees at Kronish Labs, including Ray, would’ve said she also made something else stand up.

“What do you do in your free time, Futturman?” Brynne asked as she sipped on her soda.

Josh had no idea how to answer that question. He had no real hobbies; all he really did was wake up, go to work, play video games, and then sleep to do the exact same thing all over again.

“Uh… I don’t know, I like playing video games,” he shrugged nonchalantly, hoping he wasn’t coming off as too pathetic.

“Oh, that’s cool. I wish I could’ve gotten into that sort of thing,” she admitted. “I don’t really do much outside of work.”

“At least you’re a scientist,” Josh provided kindly, “That’s pretty impressive.”

“In a way,” Brynne shrugged nonchalantly.

“What’s that like, in the dating world?” Josh wondered, although simultaneously trying to seduce for himself whether or not she was in a relationship. “I’m sure that’s definitely a talking point.”

“You’d think so, but saying that you work for an STD treatment center isn’t exactly as sexy as you think,” she pointed out.

“Hmm,” Josh nodded, frowning as he realized he wasn’t exactly being flattering.

He figured at least he knew she was probably single. He watched as she thanked the servers for placing their food on the table in front of them. Josh realized that no matter what she did, no matter how simple or mundane it was, Brynne always looked beautiful doing it.

It was something about the way her lips moved when she smiled, and the way her eyes moved in her head. Josh couldn’t quite explain it, but he was taken with her.

“What do you do outside of work?” he asked curiously. “I mean… I know you probably don’t, like, rescue pandas, or anything, but… I don’t know, do you have any interests?” he rephrased.

“Mmm…” she considered the question, her face appealing to look at even as she thought. “I used to do photography,” she told him.

“Oh, that’s so cool,” Josh commented in surprise. “What did you take pictures of?” he asked as he ate.

The food was spicier than he’d expected, but he held in his reactions as best as he could so as not to seem like a child in front of Brynne.

“I picked up photography from my uncle,” she explained. “He was a big car guy; belonged to a car club and everything. I mostly did cars, and motorcycles.”

“That’s awesome,” Josh said in awe, not expecting that from her.

He knew he should’ve realized she was a huge car person. He’d seen her get out of her car in the building’s parking lot before. It was a beautiful classic car, some kind of black Impala or something from the 60’s. It was in perfect condition, and always seemed to shine, not unlike its driver.

“I wish I got into cars,” he confessed. “As a guy, I kinda feel like that’s something I’m supposed to know about.”

“It’s never too late,” Brynne pointed out. “It’s good to know about cars.”

“Your car, it’s that black one I always see in the parking lot, right?” he asked. “The classic car?”

“Yup,” she nodded.

“It’s nice,” he complimented her, “Really nice. What is it?”

“It’s a ‘66 Impala,” she responded. “It was my dad’s.”

“Cool,” he remarked.

He didn’t mean to, but he watched her as she ate. He’d been talking to her for at least ten minutes now, but he still couldn’t get over her; he couldn’t get over the fact that he was actually having a conversation with Dr. Johansson, let alone having an early lunch with her.

Then, she said the worst thing possible.

“Are you staring at me, Futturman?”

Josh froze in disbelief. “I— Uh…”

“It’s okay,” she said coolly, her eyes dark with mischief. “I don’t mind.”

Josh felt himself falling apart as he struggled to explain himself. But ultimately, he realized he couldn’t.

“You make me nervous,” he smiled awkwardly, embarrassed at himself.

“How do you think I became the head of my department at twenty-four?” she raised an eyebrow playfully.

Josh watched her as she just continued on as if everything was perfectly normal, realizing she hardly considered the effect she had.

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

#josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #josh futturman #josh futturman x reader #future man #future man 2017 #future man x reader #futureman #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader

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klbwriting · 10 months ago

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Broken Prism

Chapter 24

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: descriptions of mutilation, slight torture, body horror

Summary: the Batfamily interrogates their prisoner and he leads them to a horrifying sight and you are done with everything, including Jason

Dick and Bruce strung the Professor Pyg knock off in a corner room off the garage on a chain, facing the wall so he couldn’t identify where he was at. They were going to take him to the GCPD but wanted to ask their own questions first, so they used the chain from the ceiling and secured his hands, searching him using a kind of x-ray gun based on Superman’s powers. He had a tracking device installed in his bicep, so Tim shorted it out using a less than kind electric shock. The man didn’t react. They tried to pull off the mask, but it didn’t move, it was sewn into his skin. Jason couldn’t lie, that was smart but gross. The bag Pyg had been carrying sat on a lab table near by being investigated by Dick and YN. The hearts of those at the bar were inside.

“Are you part of the group that has been committing the murders around the city aimed at Red Hood?” Batman asked. The man nodded. “Tell us everything you know, or this experience will be less pleasant than it already is.” There came a laugh from under the mask.

“I do not care about unpleasantness Bruce Wayne,” he said. The air seemed to go out of the room. Even though everyone was aware that this group knew who they were to hear one speak the name of Batman out loud was still a shock. It still made them freeze and look around, wondering who had let the secret out, whose fault it was that they were now targets, not their alter egos. “You may all remove your masks; we know all of you.”

“And who is we?” Batman asked, keeping his cowl in place. Pyg let out another laugh. This whole situation was apparently hilarious to the creature. Batman balled his fist and threw it, hitting him in the face. The mask sustained more damage, a tear showing just a hint of pallid skin beneath it. Other that a sharp exhale at the impact of the punch there was no other indication something happened. No grunt of pain, no increase of heartrate on Tim’s monitors, nothing. It was like he didn’t feel it.

“We are those who want to see how far we can push the Hood, we knew he was from the Wayne family, but we were very surprised to see that he was the long thought dead Jason Todd. What kind of man comes back from the dead? What does that do to the mind? The Doctor is very interested in what will make him break, especially now that his quest for the blood of his killer is complete. What else matters now? The children he wants to spare? The old friends he used to have before death? The new brother from after his return? Perhaps his new fiancé? Will see be the final piece to destroy him? The doctor is not so sure. He wants to talk to the Red Hood, really understand how he ticks,” the voice behind the mask said. Batman frowned.

“Where is this doctor? I’ll pay him a visit,” Jason said, getting tired of this guy’s attitude. He hated this dramatic monologue bullshit. The Pyg looked at him. “He wants to chat tell me where he is.”

“O you will not find him, he will find you when he wants. You cannot even enter his office only we few have the privilege. And he is always watching,” he said. Jason nodded and aimed a gun at the Pyg’s head.

“Always watching? Think whatever camera he’s watching from will work with a bullet in there?” he asked, snarling. Batman shot him a look.

“Red Hood, we’re not done with him,” he said. Jason snarled but put the gun away, turning to pace. He was starting to feel caged, the pit rage burning through his veins, dying to be released. He could feel himself starting to lose control. His eyes found YN like they always did in these situations, and she looked back at him. He watched her, seeing her slow her breathing, his matching it. He was burning still but it had dulled just a little at the sight of her face. It was enough for him to keep control of himself for now.

“He does have a transmitter in the mask, but if I short it out the shock will kill him,” Tim said, still looking at his tablet. Jason shrugged.

“Seems like a win-win to me,” he grumbled. Batman once again gave him a disapproving look, but Jason didn’t care. He was too angry to worry about Bruce’s moral code at the moment. When he got his hands on these guys they were dead, all of them.

“All this time this is taking, such a waste,” Pyg said. “I already decided to dieeeeeee,” he sang out, now swinging on the chain that held him up. “It’s slow and it’s burning me from the inside out, but it’s giving us time.”

“Time for what?” Dick asked, looking up from cataloging the heart evidence.

“The Wayne family isn’t the only family involved. There is also YN and her little family, the one she left alone and so very vulnerable. Do you think they need you now? Those you called your sisters?” Pyg asked. YN’s face paled. There was a laugh from behind the mask that started to sound like gurgling, then the Pyg fell silent.

“He’s dead,” Tim said. He started trying to track a feed location from the camera and dug the tracker out his bicep. “I’m going to fix this, see if I can get the last location from this too.”

“I need to go see if Jocelyn and Aura are alright,” YN said, face pale. She ran out of the room, getting into the McLaren and leaving before even Jason could catch up. He hopped on his bike and followed.

You ran up the stairs, the elevator seeming too slow. You approached the door and your breath hitched, seeing the door cracked just a little. It opened to a horror scene and everything in your world seemed to stop. There was a buzzing in your ear, your eyes couldn’t focus. Blood was everywhere. Jocelyn lay on the couch, reclined like she was watching TV, hand even holding the remote. Only the skin of her face was missing, her chest ripped open, a gaping hole where her heart should have been. Aura was at the table, bowl in front of her, both hearts in it. Her face was also missing. You smelled something burning but couldn’t get your mind to think process anything beyond the sight of your best friends, dead and posed like dolls in some sick playhouse. You weren’t sure when you fell to your knees, you didn’t feel the pain of them hitting linoleum. You didn’t even know when Jason got there, his arms suddenly around you as he tried to pull you back out the door. You let out a cry as he yanked you out, gripping you close as everything finally slammed into you. The buzzing had been the beeping of the smoke alarm from the burning faces on the stove. The smell the melting flesh of your friends’ identities stolen from them. The floor had a message in their blood.

We will take everything from you Red Hood

You looked at yourself, seeing blood on your clothes from you kneeling in it. You let out a cry of horror. You didn’t care when the blood on you was from yourself, but this was your best friends, your sisters. Jason hugged you again, whispering anything in your ear to try and calm you. After several minutes you finally were able to gain some control of yourself, just in time for the GCPD to arrive.

“YN,” Jim said softly, looking at you as his investigators entered the apartment. You stared at him, still not sure if everything that was happening was real or not. “YN, let’s go downstairs.” You nodded slowly and followed him, your brain moving quickly as you started to think of a plan that Jason would hate but considering they wanted to break him it might be the only way to find these monsters.

Jason had been quiet driving you back to the cave. He had said he would get his bike later, now he just wanted you safe. You stared straight ahead, mind empty of everything but the sight of Jocelyn and Aura, mutilated and humiliated in their deaths in a way that would never leave you. You could never imagine closing your eyes again without seeing that destruction. You wondered when you would stop smelling their blood mixed with the burning flesh on the stove. You needed a shower, but there would be time for that later. You needed to end this.

Dick was there to help you out of the car when you were back in the garage. You heard Jason get out and he took of his helmet. You rounded on him, fury in your eyes.

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” you screamed, eyes blazing. Jason stood, shocked, staring at you, first confused, then hurt. “They were innocent, and you let them…they tortured them Jason all because you had to go after Joker!” You walked over, fist balling, until you were close enough to throw it at his face. He reeled from the unexpected impact.

“YN…I didn’t mean for this to happen…” he said, trying to scramble, think of anything to make you stop. You knew this would kill him, but you needed to do this.

“You didn’t mean for it to happen? Or course not Jason, you never do anything, everything just happens to you. You don’t mean for me to get kidnapped by Black Mask and drown, you just stupidly showed up at my door, leading them to me! And Poison Ivy? If you had just, I don’t know, pulled a fire alarm when you got to the lounge instead of having to find me like an idiot, more people would have lived! You are the reason these things happen, and I was so stupid to think that I could help you, that maybe if I sat by long enough and let you see the messes you made you would finally realize that everything was better without you. I’d rather never see a single color again than have you in my life,” you said, taking off the ring and throwing it at him. He caught it and stared after you as you ran over to Tim, hugging him, hammering the last painful nail into the coffin. Let Jason see that he was being replaced again. Tim kept his arm around you and walked away, dropping the Pyg mask he had been carrying that had just watched everything unfold. Watched as you imploded Jason’s world and your own.

#jasontodd #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood #redhood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #brokenprism

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noffy96 · 2 months ago

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Eclipse X Servant Sun New Fic

This pairing has me in a grip, so I wrote more for it. Enjoy more of them

Explosions, Rays, and Traumas

Chapter 1

Word count: 7,888

Status: complete

Summary:

“Y-you’re Hurt”,

He reiterated and reached his hand out carefully, before thinking better of it and tapping the side of his own cheek. “There seems to be…metal?...glass? A lot of small pieces stuck in your faceplate here…It left scratches”

Eclipse's eyes furrowed and carefully raised his hand to his cheek, and then pulled it away as he likely felt it prick against his fingers.

“Fuck…of fucking course…It’s fine…”

The last part was muttered, before letting out a loud sigh. Eclipse looked tired…really tired

After one of Eclipse's projects explodes in the lab, Cygni helps Eclipse out with the scarp that buried itself in his casing because of it.

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There was a sudden loud bang that rang throughout the entire bunker. Followed right after by a colourful string of curses.

For a few seconds, he stood there frozen by the sink. The brush he had been using for the dishes had fallen from his hand into the soapy water below.

The volume of the curses lowered till all he could hear was angry crumbling. He stood there still as a board waiting for the angry footfalls of the Eclipse Model to reach him any second now. Ready for the punishment that was sure to follow.

But as the grumbling stayed away he finally dared to drag air across his fans again. He let his hidden claws come out picking at the paint on his arm casing, far enough up for his sleeves to cover. It took several more seconds to realise that the angry shouting he had heard hadn’t been his Lord.

He hadn’t been back there for a long time, and this Eclipse didn’t take his anger out on him anyway. This was the person that had saved him. Taken him out of that dingy cell away from his former Lord. Who had slowly but surely been teaching him ways to get his autonomy back.

He let out a soft grumble of his own. He had been doing better lately, but then again. That explosion had been loud as well as the swearing.

… wait…

That had been an explosion!

As the realisation hit him that Eclipse could have been hurt, he took off in a sprint to the other side of the bunker. Pistons hammering loudly in his chest with his steps. He wasn’t sure which thought was scarier. Finding the eclipse model hurt on the ground, or angry with him.

But if he had been hurt?! He was not gonna do nothing! The doorway was in sight and called out

“S-sir?! Eclipse?! Sir! Are- Are you alri-alright?!”

He came to a stop as he saw him. An angry scowl on his lips, and there was soot on the red part of his face and chest. Something was smoking on the other side of the room. Spare parts, pieces of plastic and glass, as well as dust were scattered everywhere near the workbench.

Eclipse threw whatever he was holding into the garbage with so much force the can shook. Then the angry eyes snapped to him and he felt frozen once more

“Of fucking course not! “

His rays shrunk into his head as he heard the angry rattling of Eclipse’s rays Bracing himself, gaze snapping to the floor, but enough to still see the other's belled slippers.

“Yes Lord”

His answer was immediate and without much conscious input. The angry rattling stopped in an instant. Eclipse's legs turned to face him more fully. But no more shouts came, he dared a look.

Surprised to find the anger gone…like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water on a flame. There were still embers…but…they looked more annoyed, there was still a form of anger as well. But…different.

His rays slowly extended as he raised his head again. The other's gaze looked far away like he was thinking. He took another quick scan around the room. Whatever Eclipse had been working on had obviously exploded. In his face even.

He had been working on the contraption for the last few weeks. From what he understood it had been a drone of sorts to monitor around the bunker with. But whatever he had been doing…well

Plastic and metal bits were coating the floor, he thought about suggesting maybe helping him clean it up. That was until he had a better look of the taller bots faceplate.

Some of the black soot was now smeared, but he could now clearly see the thin white scratches on his face along with something else. He took a step closer, eyes zooming in, there were a lot of tiny bits of metal and glass wedged in his casing. IT was a surprise his optics hadn’t cracked.

“You’re hurt”

Eclipse faceplate snapped back to face him again. His gaze was full of surprise, so he took another step towards him.

“I…what?”

He grew more concerned at the question. Had...had the explosion knocked something loose? Was he having problems processing stuff?!

“Y-you’re Hurt”,

He reiterated and reached his hand out carefully, before thinking better of it and tapping the side of his own cheek.

“There seems to be…metal?...glass? A lot of small pieces stuck in your faceplate here…It left scratches”

Eclipse's eyes furrowed and carefully raised his hand to his cheek, and then pulled it away as he likely felt it prick against his fingers.

“Fuck…of fucking course…It’s fine…”

The last part was muttered, before letting out a loud sigh. Eclipse looked tired…really tired. The other had been taking his dinner to the lab for the last few days. He wasn’t even sure if had slept. He had intended to ask about it tonight and see if he could convince him to take some downtime. He wanted to spend the night reading something together again. Or maybe even continue teaching him the basics of mechanics

His eyes scanned over the mess then back to Eclipse, whose gaze turned sour as he also scanned the room. He needed a break…maybe even a bath. He hadn’t seen the other so tense in a long while. The trash stuck in his casing, as tiny as they were, also worried him.

“I could…try and fix that, for you…”

Eclipse's yellow eyes rolled to face him again, it reminded him of when his lord was suspicious of him. It took everything in him not to backtrack his offer. Instead of trying to explain himself

“Y-you’d have to use a mirr-or to remove everything that's stuck in y-your faceplate. T-the bathroom light isn’t that bright, so using the mirror there might be d-difficult?…and I am pretty precise…And I think we could f-fix the scratches with a b-buffer? If I remember our reading”

His hands clasped the opposite arm's wrists. Surprised to find them bare but then he realised that he had been doing the dishes. He wanted to tug on his sleeves to cover them so he could hide the paint he had peeled off, or worse, pick at it some more.

Eclipse's eyes went up and down him before looking across the lab once more, face set into a scowl.

“Fine…gotta re-calibrate anyway”

He tried to not let his eyes widen, he didn’t think he would agree. He had a whole routine he had to do normally to get him to take a break. So that he just…folded. It was surprising.

“Where do you wanna do this?”

“Living room, or your room? The lighting there is the best second to here…but I think if I stayed in the lab, I won’t be able to stop my programming from trying to clean everything.”

The cleaning protocol he inherited was one of the hardest ones to break. Likely because it was a combination of his base programming as a daycare bot, even as he has seemed to have lost most childcare protocols over his long life. As well as his lifelong instructions to keep the lord’s castle in pristine condition.

He still wasn’t sure that he liked to keep things clean for his own sake, or that it had simply become a compulsion at this point.

“I-i’ll grab the tools we need. “

He hurried out the door so that hopefully Eclipse wouldn't go back on his word. He moved quickly but silently to the bathroom. As he searched for some tweezers he caught his face in the mirror.

He saw his own fear staring back at him, and he took a moment to just. Breath. Relax his shoulders, refresh his optics. Let air rush through his vents.

There was no danger. Eclipse wasn't hurt and broken on the ground. Thank god. He didn't know if he could forgive himself if Eclipse had needed him and he had been too busy panicking to help.

Also, Eclipse wasn't angry. Well, he was, just not at him. He paused, Eclipse had fallen quiet after he had yelled.

He stares at his own reflection, trying to wrap his head around it. Warring with his instincts that he expected from when his lord used to get angry and his experiences with Eclipse

He shook his head, introspection could wait, he had to help his ….

He had to help Eclipse, finally finding the tweezers he grabbed everything else and went to the living room. Expecting to find him there. But it was empty

He shilved his head around wondering where he’d be.

“Over here, Cygni”

Eclipse's tired voice drifted from the hall, his hands tightened in what he was holding. Well…he had said his room.

He made his way to the open door of Eclipse's bedroom and peeked inside. Eclipse often left his door open when he wasn't in it.

Eclipse had made it very clear when he first started living here. Both their bedrooms were for their own space. That neither of them was supposed to come into each other's rooms without express permission. Unless it was a matter of safety.

That didn't mean he hadn't been in here. But usually didn't linger, but one thing he always thought was that it was surprisingly empty.

There was only a bed, and a desk with a chair that held a PC he had heard Eclipse play an occasional game on. A simple nightstand and one shelf with a couple of books next to the door. On it was also an unused table lamp that had probably been on the nightstand before, standing next to the books.

He assumed most of Eclipse's more personal stuff was actually in his lab.

But it wasn't completely empty, he glanced at the nightstand. He felt a smile tugging at his mouth just as the first time he saw it. There was an unfinished knit-work lying there. Next to it was the friendship bracelet he knew Earth had made him.

It had been a while since he had seen him wear it. But then again he usually didn't if he had to work in the lab, which had been doing a lot recently.

He glanced at Eclipse who was sitting on the bed eyeing him as he placed his stuff on the free space on the desk.

“Got everything?”

He nodded, turning around to face him. Now that the fear had passed somewhat. Eclipse looked even more tired than he had in the lab. It was subtle. Yet he could tell, he was slouching just ever so slightly. There was also a little movement in his normally still rays, telling him he was either too tired to notice or bother with keeping the movement set locked.

“Actually, I think we need some water and soap. I’ll be right back”

He swore he could hear a fond-sounding snort of sorts when he left. But that must be a trick of his mind.

Grabbing a bowl and cleaning cloth. He drained the water in the sink from his early dishwashing. Taking the extra moment to calm down AGAIN. Because this was not going as he expected.

He filled the bowl quickly with warm water and a bit of soap, before returning to Eclipse’s room.

The slightly taller animatronic had gotten up, dragged the chair closer to the bed, and placed the tools he brought on top. Knit-work, having moved from the nightstand to the desk.

“You can place it there”

Eclipse pointed to the now empty nightstand.

“I assume you needed me to be beneath one of the lights,”

Eclipse said as he sat back down on the bed right under one of the brightest lights. He nodded and carefully put the bowl down.

“Ideally yes. Just get comfortable”

He fought against a stutter that had wanted to come out. He put the cloth in the water and then wrung it out.

Eclipse eyed him as he came closer. With their tall lanky forms, even sitting on the bed. Eclipse's faceplate was about eye level with his chest.

it felt strange looking down at him. Eclipse looked almost bored. It didn't escape his notice that Eclipse's fingers held the blankets in a tight grip and he decided to hurry up.

So trying not to delay anything. He brought his hand to the bottom of Eclipse’s faceplate. Barely touching it and asking

“Could you just tilt? Ah yes. Perfect hold still.”

Wrapping the wet rag around his hand. With the tip of his finger, he cleaned away a little bit of soot. He felt a tiny prick and when he pulled away. The little piece of glass was now glinting in the light

“Got one. “ He murdered softly.

Eyes focusing in, and reached for the tweezers without looking. Putting the wet rag over his shoulder he let his hand come up to gently brace the back of Eclipse's faceplate and the other hand closer till the tips of the tweezer appeared in his zoomed-in vision.

“Might sting. Try not to move”

There was only a soft grunt when he pulled it out, but that was that. He carefully deposited the tiny piece in the tiny soap bowl he had brought along with a soft clink.

He continued like that for several minutes. The rag got darker and darker with black scoot, With every gentle swipe as the pile of little pieces of glass, plastic and metal grew. Eclipse stayed perfectly still, only letting out the occasional grunt.

“You’re pretty good at this. “

The sudden praise startled him a little,

“Thank you, it helps to have cameras for eyes. Can you Imagine trying this as a human? I would need a magnifying glass bigger than our faceplates for some of the smaller pieces”

He had hoped to get another amused snort out of his roommate with the little joke as he pressed a bit closer to get the next piece.

“Is that what you are doing with your eyes?”

“Hmm? “

“The rings of your eyes kept getting bigger and smaller….are you zooming in on my face?”

His gaze went to meet Eclipse, proving the other’s statement by having to zoom his eyes out all the way back to see more than just the yellow of his pupils. The sound whirring loudly in the now quiet room.

Eclipsed eyes narrowed for a brief second

“You are not even thinking about it…are you? You just do? No need to find the settings at all”

He gave a helpless little shrug, thumbing over the lighter half of Eclipse's face that he had cleaned.

“I had to spot even the tiniest of mistakes if I didn't want my lord to punish me. “

The yellow eyes watching him switched from warm intrigue to steel cold at the mention of his former master. Something in his chest thumped at seeing it.

It had always made him feel safe to see Eclipse get so angry at his lord. Those thoughts he had to bury away that what had happened to him had been wrong were validated.

It still felt too dangerous to express that, that if he mentioned or even dared to feel all of his anger… his lord would return and this would all be gone. It felt safer for Eclipse to hate…and maybe one day he could actually show it as well.

For now he just ducked his head and grabbed the tweezers again. He felt a little unstable with how much his lord had crossed his mind today. A hand came to the small of his back.

He was pretty sure he hadn’t wobbled or shook yet it felt warm and grounding nonetheless keeping him in the present. He stares into Eclipse‘s eyes for a moment.

He never knew what to name the emotion that he saw in there. Especially not now..but he felt seen, even if he was scared to voice it. He gave a little wobbly smile and that seemed to be enough.

Desperate to switch topics, he briefly leaned over and took the time to rinse the cloth and wring it out, Then stuttered out as he began cleaning the darker half of Eclipse’s face

“You really should wear some goggles. You are lucky nothing damaged your optics. “

Eclipsed scoffed softly

“I wasn't even soldering something on, it wouldn't have helped”

He pulled back from cleaning his roommate's face and gave him a look.

“Do I need to show you how much stuff I just pulled from the red side of your face alone? If any of that had gotten near your eyes, you could have a scratched optic. If not likely worse. Don't tell me you hate looking like Solar so much you skip safety protocols “

Eclipse stayed silent, and he let out an exported huff.

“Sir! You can't be serious”

He had to move his hand again as Eclipse’s eyes narrowed.

“I didn't say anything”

He gave a gentle poke between the other's eyes

“Which tells me enough”.

Letting out another sigh, carefully cradling his roommate's face once more, gently tilting it more to the side so the light above would hit the darker shade at an angle and he was able to see the glass more

“Seriously though, be more careful, don't want you to get hurt”

Silence fell over the room again,

“Fine”

Eclipse's reply was soft, and he barely even heard it. But he had and it warmed his circuits. Not that he showed it.

Cleaning the darker side of Eclipse’s face was a lot harder than the fiery red side. The glass had been easy enough, but the plastic also being black was blending in much better even under the light.

After finding it was a matter of getting it out. He was pressed much closer than before but worked just as gently and meticulously as he removed every single piece of scrap he could find.

Eventually, there seemed to be only one left. He had found it early but couldn't get it out. Eclipse's nose kinda got in the way of his tweezer which is why he had left it.

But now there was nothing else to do.

“Gonna warn you, this is likely gonna sting a lot worse than all the others. “

There was a grunt of agreement, and he shuffled forward. There was a quiet rattling of Eclipse’s rays, his own hand holding the back of Eclipse’s head as steady as he could. The one holding the tweezers resting on his cheek to actually be able to reach it

When he gave the first light tug, eclipse let out another grunt, but it had barely moved at all. He titled his head, face nearly touching eclipses, tilting this way, then the other. Then he noticed that the scarp was bent at an awkward angle.

So reangling his arm, that he almost held Eclipse's head in a full embrace of sorts.

“This gonna feel weird for a sec”

What must feel like he pushed the scrap back in for a second he was able to turn it and then slowly, and steadily handily pull it out while turning his hand.

“Got you, little bastard”

He muttered as he let it fall into the bowl with a definite click. When he turned back he realised how close he had actually gotten to Eclipse. He was practically sitting in his lap, Eclipse’s hand hadn’t left the small of his back to keep him steady. Their chests were pressed together.

He managed to shut down his glow feature before it toggled on. For the barest of split seconds, he stared down at Eclipse’s yellow eyes. Then shuffled backwards, gently held the taller bots face and stroked his thumbs over his cheeks to see if he missed anything. Out of everything he did THAT got eclipse to slowly blink for the first time.

“Feels like I got everything, “

The hand that wasn’t on his back came up and Eclipse pressed it against his face nodding with a grunt. He thought he heard a soft clicking sound as he did

“ I have to agree…thanks”

“Yeah…no pro.- “ He cut himself up as he heard the sound again

“I’m sorry can you just tilt your head to the side for me”

He asked instead and then heard it again, and he slowly pushed against the left centre ray, feeling resistance. Eclipse clearly felt it too as he stopped moving. He held it in place and peaking in between the little gap, where the ray came out and gasped

“Eclipse…there is... A pretty big piece of glass stuck there, We don’t want that to fall behind your faceplate and risk it cutting anything.”

“How the fuck…of fucking course…let me guess can't grab it with the tweezers can you,”

“No…doesn't look like it. More likely to accidentally push it further back“

Eclipse let out an annoyed sigh

“So gotta remove my faceplate cover for that, fucking wonderful”

He stared at the glass piece, then saw the little hinge it rested on. Suddenly he had an idea

“Can you rotate your face?”

“What?”

“Rotate it? You know the full 360 spins of the faceplate?”

He let his rays extend and did a quick rotation himself.

“Like that?, you are still a variant of a DCA model…so there should be file for it in your code”

“Don't know…but why would it help? “

Eclipse eyed him suspiciously like he thought he suggested it to make him look stupid or something like that

“If you rotate, it loosens some hinges to keep your face in place. If I push your ray in at the right time. The glass will likely just slip out through the same gap the ray does”

“And if it doesn’t? “

“Like you said I’d have to remove your faceplate”

They stared at each other for a long moment, before Eclipse sighed

“Fuck it, try it, really don’t fancy screwing my face off”

He decided to stay quiet about the innuendo that could be made. Pretty sure that would earn him at least a glare, if not get shoved completely off.

“Let me just…find the fucking movement file”

He hummed, placing his hand against the ray’s tip.

“Ready when you are, blink for me when you are ready, that way the glass will not move”

Eclipse's eyes flickered back and forth with some barely audible cursed mumbling. Before they focussed once more. Then he got a slow blink, Eclipse's face started spinning, his rays extending as it did. Besides the one he was keeping in place, he pushed further in. only to let go once it aligned with Eclipse mouth. The spring jumped back dragging the glass piece along with the bottom part of the ray and no hinge in the way to keep it stuck.

Catching the glass piece as it fell out. Luckily not scratching his head, Eclipse brought a hand to his forehead

“That’s disorienting” he grumbled angrily as he put the large glass piece on the chair.

“Did you not lock your vision in place?”

He got another small glare

“Why would I know to do that, if I just said I had to look for the movement file “

He couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him, Eclipse's glare turned more fond which made him fight his glowing feature even harder.

“I’m sorry Sir, “

Eclipse sighed leaning back a little

“You are fine, why is it not just locked in the first place”

He shrugged

“In case you wanna look at something upside down? I don’t know, ask the creator I guess”

Eclipse made an annoyed face. Which made him laugh once more, and he raised both his hands up near the other's rays.

“Would you mind if I touch your rays for a bit, making sure there are no other pieces of glass stuck in there”

Eclipse shrugged,

“Go ahead”

He felt himself beaming down at the other and he got a little half smile in return. He was happy Eclipse seemed a little less stressed. Now if he just got him to take at least a nap, they would be golden.

He brought his hands to the bottom two rays on either side of Eclipse's face. Gently pushing them in and out a couple of times. Running his thumbs gently across the base as they extended again, just to see if there were not tiny pieces of glass, metal or plastic stuck in there as well.

Then Doing the exact same thing to the next two rays, until he eventually reached the top one. Gently checking it with his right hand, while the left went back down to gently run between the ones below. He was about to pull away, only to see that Eclipse had closed his eyes and even seemed to lean into the gentle ministrations.

Only hesitating for the briefest of seconds. He decided to keep going, Gently, stroking, petting, pushing against Eclipse’s rays that swayed gently with the movement of it. The longer he sat there, looking down at his roommate. He wondered if the other ever had anyone allowed to do any of this. He didn’t know the entirety of what Eclipse went through before meeting them.

The little bits Eclipse, Sun and Moon told him were not…. pleasant. He was willing to wait until Eclipse was ready to share more details…and more importantly how he felt about everything. But it was clear as day to him, that Eclipse wasn’t used to being treated gently. It made heat blossom and spread across his chest and face that he was trusted enough to be allowed to.

Honestly, it was a calming experience for him as well. Soft repetitive motions, and he felt safe here. Surprised that he was allowed this much control and close to the other eclipse. But then again, The kindness Eclipse showed him was one of the main reasons he wanted to stay around him.

The fact that Eclipse's relaxed face looked very cute was just a bonus.

After several minutes Eclipse's eyes finally opened again, and a couple of seconds later realisation seemed to come over his face. Not wanting to risk this ending on a sour note, he retracted his hands slowly and carefully. Then sucked in a breath and decided to take another risk as his fans and motors sped up.

He moved the last bit of space that was between the two of them forward. Wrapping his own long arms around Eclipse's torso in a hug he tugged his head over his shoulder.

“Thank you for indulging me”

He Squeezed Eclipse firmly, counting in his head to three, intending to let go afterwards. Only for his own eyes to widen when shaky arms came across his own torso. The touch was light, but it rooted him in place as if he were being held tightly.

For a few moments, both of them sat there, a little too still. He wasn’t sure if Eclipse was just not used to giving hugs or uncomfortable. Honestly, now that he thinks of it, he doesn’t remember if he ever gave Eclipse a hug.

If they ever held each other, it was either because they had drifted closer on the couch and either one of them leaned against each other in exhaustion. Before falling asleep cuddling one way or the other.

But intentionally giving a hug? When was the last time he had ever done that? Others gave him hugs. It was nice though, giving comfort, and receiving it in turn. With slow deep breaths, he felt himself unspool slowly.

He should probably move back. Offer to buff up Eclipse's face, so the little scratches and holes the glass, metal and plastic from the explosion had left behind could be smoothed out. Or a shower so the rest of the scoot and faint smell of burning plastic could be washed away.

But that would mean letting go, and unless Eclipse did. He was fine with staying here for now.

Minutes ticked eventually he felt one of Eclipse's hands rub at his shoulder where it was resting, Now that his face was hidden from view he didn’t mind letting the biggest dopiest grin spread over his face at the feeling. He started to do the same with the hand that rested on his lower back.

Being this close he could hear the small ticks and clicks coming from Eclipse's body. The same ones that he heard as they cuddled together. Making his eyes drooping at the familiarity,

“Cygni”

He blinked himself back to awareness

“Mnn yeah?”

“Earth said there is a market at the mall the day after tomorrow. Wanna see if we can find some more story books so we have more then the four we have now”

He laughed softly

“Yeah sounds fun, been a while since we went out”

Maybe he could find some other things that he could try as well. He wanted to get into some sort of crafting.

“You gonna look if you can find something to use for your lab?”

He asked softly and Eclipse huffed a little, and he noticed him subtly trying to scoot a little further back on the bed. He hid another smile, and helped along till they were resting against the wall.

“I doubt they have anything I want. But I need some stuff before my next meeting with Earth”

“I’ll help you look”

He moved his hands a little higher so that they weren't trapped between Eclipse and the wall. One resting between his shoulders just above the skyhook, the other coming back up to gently play with the rays on the side that his face wasn’t resting.

He heard an almost silent puff of air escaping from Eclipse's shoulder vents like a deep sigh. As they fell back into silence again, where he slowly drifted further and further back into sleepiness. Eclipse seemingly doing the same.

The last thing he did was briefly lower his hand to tug the blanket they were sitting on half around them to keep warm. The last thing he remembered was the warm flow of electricity as he got plugged into a charger.

That should have been the end of it. A perfect restful end to what had been a chaotic week and certainly day. With further plans to unwind in the weekend. But of course, nothing could ever stay calm.

He wasn’t woken up slowly in Eclipse's arms, which then led to some stilted, awkward yet sweet. Words of gratitude and then going for breakfast. No, instead he woke up from the shaking beneath him and mumbled words from Eclipse’s voicebox getting louder and louder.

It took a little bit for his mind to shake off the deep sleep mode he had been in. But once he did, the words started to make sense.

“Let me go, Don’t delete me, don’t kill me, Free me”

Each more frantic than the last, getting louder and louder. He tried to pull back, but the blanket he had wrapped around them had twisted and moved. Somehow cocooning them tightly together. Trapping them both.

“Sir! Sir Eclipse!...it’s okay… You are okay?! Please wake up!”

He tried to desperately call, trying to free himself enough. Even if he had to cut the blanket to free them. He tried to wriggle free, But Eclipse’s more frantic trashing made it difficult. Equally frightened and concerned for his roommate he Finally managed to pull back enough.

Staring down at Eclipse's face. Eyes strobing, clearly still caught in whatever nightmare he was having. Their trapped circumstances are likely making it worse. Sharp claws were scratching along his back, trying to pull him off, and he made a soft whimper at the sting

“Sir..please! Please!”

Then the strobing faded as the lights from his eyes clicked on, shining blindingly bright, staring him right in the face. Never had he seen the other more frightened….or more pissed.

“GET OFF ME!”

“I’m trying”

“DON'T TOUCH ME!”

He felt small and weak under the glare and the screaming. A far cry from the night before, he was being shoved again and the blanket made a tearing sound and he landed backwards off the bed. His arm landed painfully against the chair, tools scattering all around.

“GET OUT OF MY FUCKING ROOM SUN!”

He scrambled up and out of the room, tears running down his face. Something crashed loudly against the wall just as he got out the door. That made him start sprinting trying to get away from his lord's anger. Running to the other side of the hall to his own room, locking the door with a slam and the bolt before hiding under the desk, panting harshly.

Praying that he wouldn’t be found. That he could stay hidden enough for his lord's anger to pass. But the place was small, not many hiding places. He would break the door down and drag him out of there by his rays. His punishment would likely get so much worse for running away.

He just needed to be still, if the anger passed he would still get punished but his limbs might stay attached if he showed up later. Quieting his rapid breathing, he had learned to stop making noise while crying long ago. He strained his audio receptors.

Tried to hear the loud stomping footfalls of his lord, gauging if he needed to find a better hiding spot. Instead, there was only deadly quiet, not even the sound of the armour moving around. Was he further away? He was never this quiet

Shutting off his vision he listened even more closely. There was the soft hum of electricity, the occasional hiss one of the pipes further down the bunker let out, and the soft ticking of the clock.

Shit he was in the bunker the lord would not find him here, but…

Then he heard it, the rapid sound of breathing. Like it was struggling to be inhaled. His eyes opened and widened and he got up. Hitting his head against the top of the desk, but he didn’t care. Even as he unlocked the door again, tears still streaming down his face.

Eclipse was panicking..not his lord. He had been so clearly afraid and he left him alone! For some reason, he had thought he was dying! Even if he got hurt, he had to help. Eclipse always helped him.

So silently, trembling like a leaf he moved closer, back to Eclipse’s Room. He stood near the still-open door. Just out of sight, should he call out? He wasn’t sure he should, wiping the oily tears that were still streaming from his eyes away so he could see he took a glance into the room.

Near the door was a pillow, it seemed to have hit the lamp that had been on the shelf next to the door. Having it crashed onto the floor. Bits of glass and broken light bulbs pieces scattered around.

Stuffing and torn bet sheets were near the bed and in the corner. With wide angry eyes was Eclipse staring at him.

He knew how strong Eclipse could be, and could probably kill him if he ever wanted to. But right now, it was him he looked scared and small. Even through the anger, everything inside him screamed. Danger! Danger! Get out! Get to safety.

But he replayed the pleads in his head instead, and shakily stepped inside

“S-Sir…? Eclipse?”

“DON’T you go near me SUN, I’m not letting you lock me up again!”

His heart hurt at hearing himself referred to as Sun, the name he shed a while ago. Eclipse never called him that, and that combined with his fear was making it harder to concentrate on who was sitting in front of him.

He moved a little closer, not much reassuringly raising his hands.

“I-i won’t…i never did Sir ... .J-just…”

He trailed off, he didn’t know what to say or do to the cornered Eclipse. He just wanted to help him.

“Then GO!”

He shook his head, and in a moment which even he admitted was pure stupidity, but he was frightened and scared. The yelling didn’t help, sounding too much like his lord yet he needed to do something dammit. Anything to help him.

He sprinted across the room falling to his knees near the bed. Eclipse, clearly frightened, bared his claws, ready to lash out. Until he grabbed the hand shooting for him with both of his own as he screamed

“NO I AM NOT LEAVING MY FRIEND ALONE!”

He was trembling and shaking badly as he knelt in front of the other. He felt Eclipse trying to tug his hands free and held on desperately, the casings groaning under his grip. He should have wondered why the other hand hadn't come down to strike him. But at the moment he was just trying to hold on.

“I dunno why Sun trapped you, But I swear I'll get you out! I will come find you, and try to save you just like you did for me! Because I don't want to see you hurt Eclipse.”

His panicked screaming gave way to tearful pleading.

“Just…please…please I promise you are safe…I won’t trap you…you’re my friend. Believe me, I don’t wanna hurt you”

He wasn’t sure he was making sense, trying to reassure and calm him from whatever trapped state his mind had left his friend in, looking up through his tears he saw Eclipse staring at him, Eyes wide the arm he was holding started to shake

“Cygni?”

He nodded rapidly, squeezing the hand he was holding. Thumbs stroking up and down with a trumb hopefully calming him.

“Y-yeah…yeah it’s me…”

Some form of Horror came across Eclipse's face and he scrambled up clambering onto the bed on his knees.

“Do-do you recognize me now…”

Eclipse just nodded, and he couldn’t help his own sigh of relief. Eclipse tried to tug his hand free once more and he tugged back on it instead as he kept his grip. He saw the other look up quickly and surprised.

“I’m glad…I dunno what I was doing, or how to help…but I am glad I tried…”

He squeezed the hand tighter,

“S-sorry I…Is it okay?…if I keep a hold?…gotta…remind myself it’s you as well…I would…offer a hug..but considering how trapped you felt, I don’t think that a good id-EA!”

At the end of his sentence, he was suddenly tugged forward landing against Eclipse's shaking chest. After a brief second, he warped his own arms back around his friend holding him tightly, trying to still the barely there shaking.

For a moment they just stayed like that, the slight tremble of their frames loud in the silent room. As he pressed his faceplate against Eclipse's chest. Enjoying the feeling of the taller bots arms around his shoulders as his own held tightly onto Eclipse’s torso.

Once he got his bearings he let his voice come out softly, to try and reassure him.

“It’s okay…I’m not hurt…and you are safe…we’re okay”

“....I tried to attack you”

“I rushed at you when you asked me to stay away…that was a dumb…I wouldn’t have blamed you”

“I shoved you…threw something at you”

He sighed, stroking his hands firmly across the red and black casing as he pressed his own body closer to the person who had saved him. Trying to over that little bit of comfort he had felt so long ago.

“You felt trapped…I think I nearly scratched your buttons off the last time I felt like that. Also, you threw a pillow…that wouldn’t have hurt me even if you tried”

There was a scoff.

“You are scared”

It was not a question, but a statement and he nodded.

“Honestly I am terrified.”

Slowly he pulled back and sat up to look Eclipse in the eye again, not letting go of the hug though he needed that closeness just as much.

“But I’m also worried about you, as this could ruin our friendship…I don’t wanna lose that Sir. I really don’t “

Eclipse's eyes seemed to widen. His own mouth clicked shut, not sure if had done or said something wrong.

“You consider us friends? “

Now it was his turn to feel baffled and confused. Because it was true, he did. He hadn’t dared say it, let alone think it. Sure that the Eclipse would find it Silly or something similar. Maybe it was the fact that he had clearly just been shaken by the Nightmare he had had. But the yearning in his voice. It broke yet warmed his heart at the same time.

Broke, because it clearly seemed like Eclipse wouldn’t even dare let him think that they could be anything deeper…than whatever you wanted to call their current arrangement.

Warm, because…he was wanted. Wanted by Eclipse. Who was so strong and capable, he didn’t understand why Eclipse would want to be friends with him.

There were so many other people Eclipse could be friends with, better people. That could challenge him intellectually, or not get scared of him any time his trauma came back. But…but fuck it he wanted to stay near too.

So carefully, in full view of Eclipse's vision, he removed one of his hands from the hug and brought it to Eclipse Rays. Gently ruffing the left bottom three with a watery smile.

“Of course…friends help each other…even if it is hard…right?”

He saw Eclipse's pupils follow his arm movement up and down, but he made no move to stop him. Before breaking his gaze, clearly still troubled he saw the hint of fondness as he mumbled

“I suppose so”

He gave one last firm pet before dropping his hand from Eclipse's rays to hold his arm gently instead of making Eclipse look at him.

“I just….I don’t want to pressure you to talk about it if you don’t want to…but I have to ask…When?… When did Sun trap you?… Was this…Was this recent?”

Because if it was, he might have to seriously reconsider his friendship with the other Sun model. Neither of them had ever mentioned it. But if Sun had kept Eclipse trapped against his own free will. Clearly believing that wherever he had been stuck, he might die there. IF Sun had done that….If Sun had made Eclipse that afraid like his lord had done to him…

He didn’t know if he could trust him ever again.

He got shaken out of his thoughts by another sigh from Eclipse, who was glaring at the mattress. Clearly debating talking, he was about to tell him to drop it and that he was sorry for bringing it up.

“Do you know how most Eclipses are made?”

He blinked at the question, not sure where it came from but he shook his head.

“Yeah…I doubt your Lord would have ever told you…wouldn’t want to seem weak, or inferior, or whatever he would have called it. Though I thought he might have…gloated about besting…”

He trailed off and shook his head as if shaking the thought away and getting back on track

“Doesn’t matter, just…it’s complicated…What happened between Sun, Moon and Me”

He looked at his friend. The clear irritated frown on his face. The way his hands were still holding onto his body The whole air of unease, and he saw the other drag a big gust of air across his fans, then let it out slowly. His heart ached for his friend and wished he could light the burden somehow.

“Come on….let’s…clean up a little, then I’ll tell you…you deserve to know”

He frowned and his own hands tightened around Eclipse's arms

“Only if you really want to…I…I dunno if I am reading this right…But this seems like one of those things…that...everyone I know in this dimension just kind of knows about it. While you never got to tell just… tell what happened on your own terms?…So…please only tell me what you want to. If I am allowed to have my secrets…and take my time unpacking and talking about what happened to me with my lord. I wanna offer the same to you. Like I said…we are friends… I trust you. “

Eclipse stared at him, eyes looking at his face in that way when he wasn’t sure if he was hearing the truth. He held as firm as he could, even if his face was likely a mess from all the tears he shed before. Eclipse's shoulder slumped just the tiniest bit with relief.

“I’ll give you the bare bones version, so you are least caught up, and you can ask if there is something confusing you”

He gave a smile gently rubbing at his friend's arms as he slowly scooted back, gently tugging Eclipse along

“As long as you feel free to not have to answer all of them if you don’t want to. But first…breakfast? I dunno about you, but i am hungry”

Eclipse gave a little nod, as he let himself get tugged up till they were standing in front of the bed, and looking up at the Eclipse model again.

“Sure, breakfast first. “

He let go of his friend and turned around to walk to the kitchen. Eclipse was not far behind, he cringed as he saw the dishes he hadn’t finished the night before. But he could deal with that after eating.

As he was working the kettle for their morning tea and coffee. For a brief moment, Eclipse came up right behind him. A hand gently touched the small of his back, as the other reached for the cupboard above him, searching for something. That in itself was surprising, but more was the soft voice barely audible over the sound of the two machines in front of them. But clearly heard

“Thank you for staying with me…friend”

For once he was not able to win the fight against his glowing feature and smile. Beaming up at Eclipse who was trying really hard trying not to look at him he answered

“Of course, the same goes for you, friend”

It felt a little awkward to say for both of them it seemed. But he was happy it was said. That the words were spoken, so that they became true. They were friends…finally both brave enough to finally say it.

Eclipse coughed awkwardly and stepped away, and he went back to the machines, still grinning wildly. His first ever friend. Sun might have given him that title first. But it was not the same. He was not Eclipse.

Eclipse was his first friend, if not something more. Best friend? He shook his head. It was okay, happy to finally call Eclipse his friend.

Even if they both knew, it was something far more than that.

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Money, Money, Money

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Sequel to Mm, Daddy, Daddy.

Description: Your life has been completely changed since you fell in love with Jake Seresin. For one, you've never been to Monaco before, and you've never set foot on a yacht before either. But with Jake, you're ready for anything, even if your afternoon becomes a little spicier than first expected. Disclaimer: Female Reader, Slight BDSM, Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby Relationship. This is also very clearly an AU! In this universe, Jake is a high flying, jet-setting lawyer, a very successful one. This is a story completely full of adult elements. It is for adults 18+ only. Minors Do Not Interact. Word Count: 2117 Author Note: So, if you've all read Mm, Daddy, Daddy, you'll know exactly why this thought had such a foothold on me. I had to write a sequel. This one is for @desert-fern. The title for this fic comes from ABBA's Money, Money, Money

AO3: Cross-posted here! Wattpad: Cross-posted here! Anthology Masterlist My Masterlist

How is this your life? It's a question you've asked yourself since you found yourself in a happy, committed relationship with Jake Seresin. Over the past four years of being with Jake, loving Jake, you've fallen even deeper in love with him every day. He's been your biggest supporter. In fact, you know for sure you never would have graduated from graduate school, not without him. You know that his contacts helped in your career too. It's surprising how many people Jake knows on the board of directors of Marine Biology labs. But more than anytime you wonder at the turns your life has taken, no day has been as surreal as today.

When Jake asked you to marry him, you'd been ecstatic, if a little nervous. It's not the glitz and glam of his life as a high profile lawyer. You've been ancillary to the glitz and glam of his high fashion world for as long as you've known him. It's that in four years, you've never once met his family. You didn't either until the week of your wedding. But over expensive champagne and expensive hor d'oeuvres, your family and his were united as were Jake and you. That very night you'd flown via private jet to Monaco, where Jake's yacht was waiting.

The midday sun is hot and incredibly bright from behind your eyelids as you lay on your stomach and soak in the rays. Every inch of you, from the roots of your hair to the tips of your toes, is soaked in moisture. Sweat prickles at the backs of your knees and the crooks of your elbows, sliding down your back to pool at the base of your spine as it mixes with the sunscreen coating your skin. You would nearly be asleep, like a cat in a patch of sun, if you weren't putting on a deliberate show in your completely untied skimpy bright blue bikini.

You'd started wearing a cover-up over your bikini, one of Jake's t-shirts teasingly buttoned over your navel, as you'd laid out on a lounge on the yacht's deck. But back to you and your blue bikini. The shade is a near-perfect shade match for the Sapphire adorning your left-hand ring finger. So about half an hour after you'd laid out in the sun, off the shirt came.

"Blue, baby! That's an awful lot of exposed skin. Do you need a reapplication of sunscreen?" After that comment, you weren’t surprised to feel Jake’s skin against yours.

Jake smirked at you before covering your lips in a kiss. Everything had stayed chaste until his hands began spreading sunscreen across your skin. His hands were teasingly gentle as he untied your bikini strap across your back and then the strap at the back of your neck.

"Jakey!" You gasped, trying to push his hands away. "There are a ton of yachts around, aren't there?"

"You've got nothing to worry about, baby." His words and hot kisses down your spine made you shudder. "We're all alone out here. And we're in Europe, baby. A little nudity is de rigueur!"

A moan masked any further protests as Jake's big hot hands freed you from your bikini bottoms. Jake had massaged your skin with the lotion, keeping his touches just light enough to have your skin goose-pimpling in need without giving you any release. Then he'd left, retreating to the wheel with a ridiculous white captain's hat perched on his head.

That's when you'd decided that turnabout was fair play. It's not an accident that the lounge chair you're on is right in view of the wheel. You start by sitting up and stretching, exaggerating the actions and how your tits jiggle with each movement. You can't read Jake's expression from behind his mirrored lenses, but you know he's only looking at you. But you hadn’t done anything else, choosing to lay in the sun again, leading you to this moment. You’ve been lying bare in the sun for nearly an hour now.

You turn over, reaching for the bottle of sunscreen and squirting some between your palms. The rich scent of coconut and hibiscus hangs heavy in the air as you warm the sticky lotion in your hot hands. You loll your head to the side, keeping direct eye contact with your husband as you cup your heavy breasts in your hands. You slather the lotion carelessly over your tits, pausing to tweak your nipples until your areolas are pebbled, and your nipples are peaked even in the hot, heavy afternoon air.

With more lotion, you let your hands trail teasingly lower. You trace abstract patterns across the meat of your thighs, keeping direct eye contact as you part your thighs teasingly. Each swipe draws your fingers even closer to the apex, your dripping core aching for more stimulation than you've gotten. That's the final straw for your husband, it seems.

Soundtracked by a bitten-off curse, you hear the yacht motor silence and the heavy tread of footsteps as Jake makes his way down to the deck where you are. Dragging your sunglasses off, you turn until you're lying on your stomach in the lounge again. You cross your legs at the ankle, alluringly flexing the muscles as you peek at your husband.

"Heya, Cowboy!" You can't help how teasing your voice is. "See something you like?"

His groan sends heat boiling beneath your grin. "Oh, Baby Blue. Yeah, I think I do. D'you want me to show you how much?"

"I dunno, Mr. Seresin. I mean," You turn over again, taking a deep breath that has your chest heaving. "I put on this pretty little bikini and came here for someone special. But my husband, I dunno if you've seen him, just got me all hot and bothered, wet and wanting, without doing anything about it!"

As the final words leave your lips, you arch your back, pushing your tits into the palms of your hands, and smile sunnily up at him. His resulting growl has your legs falling apart automatically as Jake drags his shirt off and covers your body with his own. His kiss is wet and messy as he slants his mouth over yours and plunders your plush lips. Your arms wrap around his neck as you wriggle under him, trying and failing to get more stimulation.

It's a sharp smack to the meat of your ass that has your movements stalling.

"Oh, baby. Blue, my gorgeous bride. D'you want to show me how wet you are?" Jake's teeth drag bluntly over your pulse as his hands find purchase at your hips. His hands find no resistance as he levers your thighs apart, just far enough to have your legs wrap easily around his slim waist.

Your lips part in a drawn-out moan as Jake's hands find your peaked nipples. "I'm so wet for you, baby. I've been wet for you since you put sunscreen on me."

Jake kisses you long and deep before burying one of his fingers in your wet heat. But they’re not there for long because you’re vertical as Jake bodily moves you across the deck in one swift movement. For one fond moment, you hope Jake’s taking you to the bed below deck. But you’re wrong. Because in a few big steps, Jake’s dropping you over the side of the yacht.

The water is frigid in comparison to the heat of your skin, and you can’t hide how your teeth chatter as you come up for air. A splash nearly drags you under again as Jake cannonballs into the water beside you. You come up spluttering, your eyes screwed shut against the salty sea water while blindly groping for Jake. At the first bit of his skin, you make contact with, you pull yourself closer. As you wrap your arms and legs around Jake, you’re sure you more closely resemble a drowned bear cub wrapped around a tree than a human woman.

“YOU ASS!” Your voice is high-pitched as you blink away the last droplets burning your eyes and glare at your husband.

“I’m sorry, Baby. I just wanted to take you skinny dipping.” You scoff and make your way carefully up the ladder back on deck. You don't get very far, because Jake wraps his arms around you. You can feel his pout as he kisses your spine, even as he lets you climb all the way back up on deck.

“Just want me, Jakey! I’m all wet now.” Your pout is only half sincere as you stand dripping on the deck as Jake wraps a terry cloth robe around your frame.

“But, Baby, didn’t you know? It was a hidden part of my vows, promising that I’d always keep you wet and never keep you wanting." You laugh despite yourself, wrapping your arms around Jake's neck as you press kisses to his salty lips.

He's grinning himself even as he lifts you again, this time carrying you below deck. Jake presses you against the wall, kissing down your throat as he frees you from the robe. His tongue is hot as it traces over your skin. The heat under your skin rises to a fever pitch as Jake drops to his knees in front of you.

His hands part your thighs with no resistance, even as his tongue delves between your dripping folds. Each wet lick has you writhing even as Jake's forearm keeps you propped against the wall. Jake drags your leg up over his shoulder, opening you up further before he plunges two fingers into your drooling cunt and wraps his lips around your swollen clit.

The first wet suck has you writhing even further, digging your fingers into his hair. You tug on the wet strands, writhing under the steel bands of Jake's forearm as his fingers and mouth work your over with such alacrity that the band tightening in your gut is nearly ready to snap.

"Jake, Jake, Jake!" You're babbling already, back arching at the onslaught of sensations he's wrecking on your body. "Gonna cum, baby please! I'm gonna cum. Please can I cum, Daddy please?"

It's calling Jake Daddy that seems to set him off. His fingers grow more insistent within your wet cunt as the suctioning press of his lips drags your orgasm out of you. You cum with a scream, your back arching even as you gush over his fingers. When Jake slips up to pull you into his arms, your release coats his lips and drips down your neck. You clean him up willingly, sucking on his tongue even as you dip your fingers below the waistband of your husband's swim trunks to grip his thick cock.

"Gonna make you feel so good, my beautiful Blue. Gonna make you feel amazing. Gonna impale you on my cock until Daddy stuffs you full of his cum." You moan, relishing in the feeling of his skin on yours.

"Can you get on all fours for me, Baby?" Daddy's voice is a purr as he manhandles you onto the bed. His mouth is hot even as he sucks hickies over you bare back before he plunges his cock into your waiting hole. You can feel every inch of his length as it drives you wild, fucking into you until each sharp thrust sings through your veins.

"D-daddy!" Your skin is so sensitive that you feel spread thin and achingly horny. Your cunt aches, wanting to cum desperately. It doesn't feel at all like you just came minutes before. You feel like you need to cum like you need to breathe.

Your skin feels overly tight and you're so overcome that you're like a ragdoll in Jake's arms. "Please let me cum. Please! PLEASE!"

Daddy just won't let you cum, content to fuck into your sopping cunt until you're completely cock dumb. Your cunt is swollen around his length, your walls fluttering involuntarily at each thrust.

"D-DADDY!" You cum with a scream, your back arched as Jake tweaks your peaked nipples. Your orgasm sets Jake off on his own, his seed gushing hot as it fills your puffy cunt.

Jake carefully peppers kisses across your shoulders as he rearranges you to your side.

"Baby." His kisses are soft as he nuzzles over your skin.

"J-Jakey!" You turn over, whining as Jake's cock slips out of you. You're panting, even as exhaustion drips hypnotically through your veins.

"God I love you, baby." Jake sounds so fond of you, so in love with you as he slides his cock back into your sloppy hole.

You pepper wet kisses across his chest before nuzzling in closer. "Gonna make you a Daddy before long, Jakey. I love you."

His smile is the last thing you see before your eyes slip closed, content to enjoy a midday nap to the feeling of your husband's wedding band sliding over your skin.

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