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lucy-literates · 17 days ago

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I have a request for Arthur pls! ❤️

Arthur ends up at some sponsor/charity event that Charles can’t make so begs him to go instead. He doesn’t really want to be there and is hovering in the corner trying to avoid people dragging him over to be introduced to corporate people he “simply must meet”. There’s a crash and he looks over to realise the waitress has dropped a tray and everything on it has fallen on the floor. He rushes over to help and when she looks at him and gives him a small smile he’s absolutely smitten. But before he can get a name or a number, her boss comes over and yells at her. And then, he is pulled away. The only way he can think to see her again is to throw some random party/event, find out what catering company was used and book them. Obviously his brothers take the absolute piss when he can’t tell them a reason for the party but begs them to help…

I love happy endings so pls end it with maybe nervous, stuttering Arthur asking her out. Or a kiss.

Sorry if this is too much detail! I love your writing so will be happy with whatever you write, even if your creativity takes it in a different direction 🥰 thank you legend!!

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A/N: thank you so much for the request, I love the whole butterfly effect of it. I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it, and that I’ve done your request justice. Thank you for all your support!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Charles was always invited to galas, charity’s, and party’s and he always went. That was, until he came down with a horrendous stomach bug over the off season. He was supposed to attend an animal shelter sponsor event, and had to find a replacement, fast. Someone with the Leclerc name, who was also in the spotlight. So who else would he ask but Arthur.

Arthur was on his sim when Charles snuck into his room, sat on his bed, and watch Arthur play. Charles had a think blanket encasing him, a hand full of clean tissues, and was almost green.

After Arthur finished his sim race, Charles cleared his through to gain attention. Arthur turned around, eyes perched in a curious state.

“I need a favour” Charles croaked, and explained his situation. Arthur had no other choice but to say yes.

As the limo came to pick him up, Charles thank him another couple times, like he already hadn’t thanked him thousands of times before that. Arthur slid into the car and it sped off.

Upon arriving at the event, he was determined to stand in the corner with a flute of bubbly and just watch as people interacted. He saw a man with grey hair, an expensive suit and watch to match, make out who he was and started on a confident path towards him.

Right before he spoke, a loud crash erupted behind the man. Arthur looked around him to find you, in your waitressing outfit, absolutely terrified. He raced over and knelt down with you, helping to stack the devilled eggs back on the tray, luckily they don’t make too much of a mess when dropped.

He made eye contact with you and offered a small smile, his heart Linder in his ears and his hands became clammy. He’d never seen anyone so beautiful, so engaging, and so utterly true to themselves.

He was about to ask for your name when a grumpy man, red in the face, and came out and scolded you in front of all the high end people at the event. He picked you up by your arm and dragged you back to the kitchen.

Arthur kept an eye out for you for the rest of the night, but to his dismay, he never saw you again.

He thought about you for the next week, he couldn’t get your piercing eyes and embarrassed smile out of his head. He’d never felt what love was like but this must have been it, nothing else could explain the feeling.

He looked up the event, found the catering company, and searched for an employee log. There wasn’t one.

He kept brainstorm idea for how he could meet you again but, without a name or number, it felt impossible. Until, he thought, what if he threw a party and hired the catering company? Would it work?

It took him a full 3 days of planning. He booked a venue, catering of course, decorations, even a list of guests to invite.

One problem. What was the party for?

There were no birthdays coming up, no reasons to celebrate. So he decided to launch his own charity. A charity for sick children, those who were stuck in hospitals over important times.

He set up the website, and donated 1.5mil to get it off the ground.

He drafted up the invites, included the charity, its cause, and the logo he had drawn on a Google document.

The date was set, in 1 week he would see you again. He hoped.

The party kicked off without a hitch. The music was flowing, people dancing, friends and family came up to him and congratulated him on his charity. Charles kept pestering him about what the part what really for. Everything was as usual.

Arthur kept sharp eyes around the wait staff, trying to find you again. However, you found him first.

He felt a tray collide into his back, only to turn around and find that same embarrassed shock on your face. He knelt down to help you pick up the hors d’oeuvres, not at all concerned about whatever food landed on his suit.

He saw the red faced chef come out again but this time, Arthur held his hand up to the man and told him to leave, that it would be taken care of by him.

He led you to a quiet room with an attached bathroom stocked with towels. He took his jacket off and dampened a cloth, starting to scrub the stain.

“I am so so sorry sir” you meekly called out from a chair Arthur had you sit down in. He stayed silent.

He hung his jacket on the doorknob and walked over the you, kneeling in front of you.

“I’ve been looking for you” he admitted in his heavy, Monegasque accent. “Do you know who I am?”

“I do” you replied “Arthur Leclerc, brother to Charles and the development driver for Ferrari”

“Ah, you have good knowledge of who I am” he amused.

“I get nervous when I see you, I shake and it makes me drop things. I have tried to quick this god awful job but head chef won’t approve it” you told him

“That sounds awful” he admitted “but I am also glad you did not quick before today. I think I can help you with your problem” he said confidently

This confused you “how?”

“Come with me” Arthur took you jeans and led you to the kitchen where the head chef was barking orders, just watching his staff cook but doing none of it himself.

“Sir” Arthur started, but the chef cut him off “I am very sorry for this incompetent girl” the chef turned towards you “how fucking hard can it been to carry a bloody plate”

“That’s what I am talking to you about” Arthur raised his voice, just to get the attention “she won’t be working for you anymore-”

“-she must! I am understaffed, I-”

“-Then maybe you should treat your staff better” Arthur pulled at your apron string, and pulled it off impressively fast. He threw it at the feet of the head chef, took your hand, and walked out with your trailing behind him.

“Thank you Arthur, but you should’ve have done that. I already didn’t make enough to pay for my apartment, now I have to find a new job” you started panicking.

“I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to work another day in your life. I can send you money to pay for your apartment, and groceries, clothes, whatever you need.” He told you

“I can’t accept that, it’s too much. I barely know you” you began to argue.

Arthur was filled with a sense on confidence, he knew a stutter would slip out soon. That feeling went away with his surge of love induced confidence.

“Then let me take you on a date, show you who I am. I fell in love with you when we first met, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you” he professed.

You raised to your tip toes and pecked his lips, “I feel the same way, I just didn’t know how to find you” you tell him. His heart swelled at your confession.

“And a date sounds perfect”

#f1 x reader #f1 #f1 imagine #arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc x y/n #arthur leclerc fluff #f2 #lucyliterates

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gamergirl929 · 1 year ago

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The Second Our Eyes Met (I Knew I Wanted You) (Christen Press x Reader)

When Christen Press caught your eyes across the party, she felt an immediate spark, what she didn't expect was to be pinned between you and the bathroom door soon after, her lips slamming against yours.

Anonymous Request: G!P reader x christen press, they hook up in the bathroom at a party, reader has christen stare at herself in the mirror.

Anonymous Request: How about a ‘you can’t get enough of me huh? ;) ’ prompt for the g!p smut you were talking about?

Disclaimer: First of all, this fic is 100% NSFW, so if that isn't your thing, I'd DEFINITELY skip this one considering it's basically porn without plot. Also, this a g!p reader fic, so also avoid if that isn't your thing. Other than that, please enjoy and let me know what you think.

Her eyes had been on you all night, green orbs boring into you from across the room.

Typically, you would have approached her without a second thought, but something about her made her seem unapproachable.

Maybe it was the women around her?

Maybe it was the fact that this event was meant to be formal, and making a pass at a random woman would most likely be frowned upon by the others around you?

However, the more you caught her gaze, the more you found yourself not caring.

You eye her intently, drinking her in your eyes raking down her body, from her green orbs, down her chest, to her muscular calves, until you eventually settle on her high heels.

You didn’t know who she was, you didn’t care in all honesty.

You wanted her, and you wanted her bad, the thought of her fluttering around you as you were buried deep inside her made the appendage between your legs begin to stir.

You clear your throat, downing the last of your glass of whiskey before heading to the open bar, intent on getting another, knowing full well that this was going to be a long night.

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Christen Press didn’t know your name, she knew nothing about you, but she wanted you, wanted you beyond belief, something she’d never experienced with anyone.

Anytime she’d glance your way, she’d find your eyes already on her, the thought of you staring at her making her core flutter.

She’d never felt outright lust for anyone, at all, but currently gazing across the room, she felt a strong desire to drag you into an adjacent room and have her way with you, eager to ride the appendage between your legs, something revealed by the noticeable bulge in your pants.

Your throat visibly bobs as you catch her looking at said bulge, shifting to hide it from view, but now that she’d noticed it, she couldn’t help but stare.

The more she stared, the more you wanted her, the more you wanted to drag her into a secluded room and use the very thing she’d been staring at most of the night.

You sip your whiskey, your throat bobbing as you reluctantly turn away from the woman, brainstorming on how you might get her alone, hoping that the looks she’d been giving you all night meant she wanted you just as much as you wanted her.

You move to your feet, leaving your empty tumbler behind before you make your way towards where you know the restroom is located, hopeful that she won’t be far behind.

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Christen watches as you make your way out of the room, eager to follow behind you, but she knew she had to make an excuse so her teammates wouldn’t come looking for her.

“Can you hold this?” She whispers to Alex Morgan who takes her drink, one of her perfect brows arched in question.

“Restroom.” Christen says simply before making her way out of the room, confident she’d be able to track you down and act on the desire she was feeling, a thrum of excitement pulsing between her legs.

It doesn’t take her long to find the restroom, and when she does, she sees you leaning against the bathroom counter, your eyes darting to her reflection in the full-length mirror covering one of the bathroom’s walls.

“That didn’t take long.” You say suggestively, her breath hitching as you back her up against the ornate door behind her, twisting the lock to avoid any unwanted interruptions.

With no prompting, she grabs the front of your suit jacket and pulls you in, her lips slamming against yours.

You pick her up with ease, carrying her to the sink before placing her on the counter, your tongue sliding into her open mouth, earning a breathy moan from the woman whose name you didn’t even know.

Your hands run down her body before settling on her waist, squeezing her sides as the two of you kiss feverishly.

A beat passes before your jacket is shoved off and your dress shirt is unbuttoned, falling to the bathroom floor, leaving you in nothing but your bra.

Her lips leave yours before finding your pulse point, her tongue running up the column of your neck before sucking a bruise into your tanned skin.

You wrap your fingers around the top of her dress, the brunette pulling back slightly to whisper.

“Careful.” She says as she pants heavily, a smirk stretching across your face.

“Can’t have your friends knowing you came in here to fuck a complete stranger?” You grin cockily, the woman gasping when your hand slides up the hem of her dress, your palm resting on her mound, her panties already soaked through.

In any other situation, she’d be embarrassed at how wet she was, but in this moment, all embarrassment flew out the window, she wanted one thing, and that was to orgasm, an orgasm she wanted you to give her.

“God, you’re soaked for me, aren’t you?” You rasp in her ear, the brunette unable to bite back a moan when you grab her panties, tearing them from her body, the shredded garment falling to the floor.

“Now that, that’s out of the way.” You growl before your fingers slide through her wet lips, the woman moaning when your fingertips brush her clit.

“Right there?” You ask, her lips leaving your neck as you draw small, lazy circles against her clit.

“Faster.” She begs, and you chuckle.

“Like this?” You ask, the brunette using your shoulder to muffle her cry as you begin drawing rapid, relentless circles against her clit.

“You like that?” You whisper, earning a rapid nod when you flatten your palm against her, your fingertips teasing her entrance.

A sudden knock on the door makes you stiffen, your eyes widening as they lock with the woman’s who’s resting on the counter in front of you.

“Christen? Are you in there?” A voice sounds from the other side, and you snigger, using one hand to drag her dress downwards to reveal her breasts.

Christen muffles her cries into your shoulder as you cup her breast, your thumb brushing against erect nipple.

“Ye-Yeah, I’m alright.” She pauses mid-sentence, gasping when your lips wrap around one of the dark buds.

“J-J-Just...” She pauses, her face scrunching up as your hand travels south again, your fingers again finding her clit.

Her mouth hangs wide open as you circle her clit before dipping a finger inside her, her inner walls fluttering around the digit.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to come in?” The voice asks, the woman in your arms doing everything she can to remain quiet as you slip another finger inside her, your fingers curling as they brush against the spot inside her that makes her whimper.

“No! I’m okay, I’ll-I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She gasps, her hands now resting on your back, her nails digging into your skin.

“Okay, well if you need me, just call me, okay?” They say as your fingers slide in and out of her tight heat.

“I will.”

Moments later, footsteps carry the person away from the door, the woman in your arms growling as she hastily undoes your belt.

“Eager?” You tease, Christen moaning as your fingers pound repeatedly into her.

“I want your cock, not your fingers.” She growls, shoving your pants off, the article of clothing falling in a heap around your ankles before you step out of them and kick them across the bathroom floor.

You groan, your fingers stilling when she palms you through your boxers, a raspy growl rumbling in your throat as your lips again meet hers, your tongue sliding into her open mouth.

Her legs wrap around your middle as you pull her closer, her core resting against your stomach as you kiss hungrily.

She gives her hips a roll, groaning as her clit grinds against your abdomen, the woman wanting to be wrapped entirely around you, to have you deep inside her reaching places your fingers couldn’t.

She makes her intentions known when she uses her heels to hook into your boxers and drag them down your body, your erection springing free.

“You want my cock that bad, huh Christen?” You ask, your lips brushing as you whisper, your hand settling on the erect rod between your legs.

You pump it softly, groaning into her mouth as you line yourself up with her entrance.

“Are you ready?” You ask, running your tip through her soaked lips, her core latching onto you with each pass.

Wordlessly, she wraps her legs back around you, pulling you into her, the action making your brows furrow in pleasure as you push yourself up on your tip toes, now fully sheathed inside her.

“Yeahhh.” You moan as she adjusts to the stretch, her core fluttering around you.

You give your hips an experimental thrust upwards, Christen’s breath hitching her nails digging into your back as you start a rhythm.

Your thighs slap together softly, but neither of you care, the two of you overcome with pleasure.

“Faster.” She sighs, your hips snapping upward roughly, causing her to bite your neck to stop herself from crying out.

You pound into her relentlessly, her mouth hanging wide open, her brows furrowed.

She lets out a gasp when you lift her into the air and place her against a nearby wall, her legs wrapped tightly around you as you again start thrusting into her, burying yourself deep inside her.

“Look at yourself, Christen.” You whisper in her ear, your tongue running along the shell of her ear.

Christen’s unable to stop herself from moaning when her eyes lock with her own in the mirror, the woman watching as you thrust rapidly into her, bringing her a sense of pleasure she never felt before.

The thrill of being caught only heightened that pleasure, the fact that a few rooms away was filled with people who could catch the two of you at any moment.

“Look how bad you want me; you can’t get enough of me can you? You can’t get enough of my cock, can you?” You ask, pounding into her, her breath catching in her throat.

It’s when her breath starts to hitch rapidly that you know she's close, the tingling at the base of your cock telling you that you won’t be far behind.

“You want to come baby?” You ask, Christen nodding as she begins slamming down onto your roughly, chasing her release which you know isn’t far off.

Her walls flutter rapidly around you, before she goes stiff in your hold.

She slams her lips against yours, allowing you to swallow her cries as she comes undone, trembling violently in your arms.

You groan into her open mouth, still thrusting hard as your thighs begin to quake, streams of your seed spewing into her as you shudder, burying your face in her neck as you groan.

It isn’t long before the two of you still, both covered in a thin sheen of sweat, both panting loudly as you pull away from one another, before surging back in for one more heated kiss.

You pull back slowly, placing her on the floor, letting her steady herself before you step backwards and retrieve your boxers, pulling them up over your near flaccid cock.

Christen pulls her dress upward, covering her breasts before flattening it out, ridding it of any creases, of any signs that something may have happened in the restroom.

She glances across the bathroom, watching as you button your dress shirt before tugging your jacket on.

Much to her surprise, you make your way back towards her, guiding her back into the wall before your hand slides up the hem of her dress, Christen gasping when you start drawing wild, sloppy circles against her clit.

It isn’t long before her back is arching, and she’s coming for a second time, a lengthy whine sounding into your shoulder.

You smirk, teasingly circling her clit before she grabs your wrist, unable to take more of your teasing caresses.

You lick your lips, your eyes running down her front before the smirk you're wearing splits into a cocky grin.

“Sorry, i just had to see that face again." You smile, eyeing her intently before you take a step back.

"See you around Chris.” You wink, adjusting your outfit before making your way out of the bathroom, still wearing that same smug smile.

Christen pants heavily against the bathroom wall, her pleasure entirely sated.

She makes herself look more presentable before making her way out of the bathroom, her teammates turning her way in confusion.

“Are you okay?” Alex asks, sipping her wine as she eyes her fellow forward worriedly.

“Ye-Yeah.” Christen clears her throat, her green orbs darting around the room before settling on you, a tumbler of whiskey in your hand, which you raise to her before downing it with a grin.

“I’m great actually.” She smirks, taking her wine glass from Alex’s hand and taking a sip, her green orbs locking with your Y/E/C’s as she licks her lips.

You shoot her a wink, unbeknownst to the women around her before turning back to your tumbler of whiskey, sipping the amber colored liquid, elated that you’d came to this party in the first place.

#uswnt x reader #christen press x reader #im a bit nervous about this one so do be gentle #please let me know what you think other requests are welcome #i want to hear what y'all think of these kind of fics

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lucielxbe · 1 year ago

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hello!! i’m back here again with the same muse. irl got to me previously so hopefully two times the charm, i’m going to actually work on things this time!

presenting my muse, ryeo jihyun or more commonly known as luciel! a chaebol who seeks to enter lime entertainment with his own efforts and prove his worth… well, that’s how it’s supposed to go, right? you can take a closer look at him at his profile and background.

under the cut i’ll be listing some general connections and plot ideas that i’d like to have, otherwise i’ll be happy to brainstorm ideas~ like this post if you’d like to plot in dms or discord upon request! (i respond quicker on discord!)

plot ideas !

fellow nepobabies. relationships that could extend from when luciel entered high school until present time. perhaps the two of you befriended each other for the connections when attending high society events, whether it remains superficial or they became real friends is up to you!

on the topic of friends, luciel is pretty much outgoing and gets along well with his peers. although it’s been about 3-4 years since he started living in korea and temporarily getting away from his parents, he doesn’t spare much time for his personal hobbies or even trying to find any… someone please bring him to do normal activities like any other person,

acquaintances from the world of classical music; it’s not like luciel was a popular figure in there, he appeared and vanished like the wind — but he’s definitely left a lasting impression of sorts with his last performance in a piano competition. he didn’t win the first spot, but the applauses he had were the loudest that day.

enemies/rivals, those who envies his social status and skills or people who’ll want to take advantage of him. luciel doesn’t has a tendency to hold hard feelings against these people, but he could get annoyed by it and potentially pour oil to the fire. he could get rather mean about it too, because he doesn’t takes insults kindly especially if it’s unwarranted. though at the end of the day, he’ll just laugh and thinks its comedy.

on that note, an enemies to friends route would be nice too! internal conflicts with each other but somehow forms a closer bond together along the way, and they’ll be able to look back on their memories with a smile.

following up from enemies yet again, it’ll be nice to have a person or two with music in their blood who are able to tell luciel’s lack of passion towards music. this part could be slightly selective and depends if your muse is able to feel his, emptiness.

coffee friends! luciel has his own expensive coffee machine and bags of coffee beans from all around the world, a coffee addict if you may.

friends into literature! he’s almost always seen with a book of the sorts in his hands and is often seen studying shakespearean works.

more friends but this time… close friends. he’ll lower his guard down from his typical prince charming attitude he’s curated for the general public and speak more comfortably with you. luciel is still pretty much the same except that he shows less expressions than he normally does and talks less, but at this point he’ll always listen to your worries and help you out when necessary. he can be a tease too, lightheartedly throws a sarcastic comment here and there; but he’ll always mean well.

one sided crushes perhaps! please keep in mind that luciel is engaged that’s arranged by their respective families, but this is kept private and only very close friends will know. that being said, at the moment he has no endgame so maybe he could develop actual romantic feelings for someone? maybe? maybe??

engagement partner is opened as well, currently it’s an npc buuut if it works for your muse, we can plot it out! ( 0 / 1 )

exes?????????????????? exes without feelings that definitely didn't worked out but that's why they got together.

he’s more fluent in japanese since he’s lived most of his life there in tokyo! so friends/acquaintances from there, or even a reunion in korea is a choice~

any other plots in mind? hit me with it! i’ll be very happy to hear them out!! ( ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ)

#back here shamefully #be:intro

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shiro-tora3 · 2 years ago

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Using this as brainstorm

So when Svarog wants to fight off Wildfire he doesn't just go ham. He requests permission.

We know he was made by the Geomarrow Development Group, I think. Or at least stationed there, and when they left 'our big friend Svarog' there to protect the place?

So presumably they had this central database that he frequently accesses that I THINK is seperate from his on board memory banks. It would make sense kinda that, with how advanced the tech was before the Fall as I'm calling it cause I can't remember what it is in-game, that there is an overarching program of sorts to monitor all thwir automatons.

We know the CURRENT ones roaming about are models that were made using PARTS OF OLD BOTS. These ones are known to have gone rogue and attack people. I doubt that happened in the past and I feel this database has so.ething to do with that.

Pascal needed to be connected to it to be reformatted into a clean slate so that his behavior would no longer pose a threat to others. It likely has some algorithms that can be asked for different things.

Such as allowing access to Stellaron information.

Or granting permission for Annihilation Protocals based on the given information by the machince to be given permission.

Like, to make sure he doesn't go rogue.

'Prototype 3 monitoring automaton Svarog'

This COULD be taken as maybe one of the Auxiliary Arm Units as they can be seen 'Awaiting Orders' in the fight. But I think instead it's whatever granted permission for Svarog to engage basically all the weaponry at his disposal.

Redundancies are important when advanced algorithms are involved because things can quickly spiral out of control. If-thans can just loop perpetually, maybe leading to some behavioral problems. A monitoring program that can idk monitor behavior parameters and then stop the code or whatever that is causeing the issue, fix it to behave correctly.

The other hand is maybe its not that deep and I'm just a little obsessed.

But I mean, in the absence of information there must be conjecture.

And if no one else is gonna build this guys character and the Svarog Base and Claras room in their little house in the robot settlement than I WILL.

At least until my adhd is like 'oh look new hyoerfixation'

SPOILERS FOR NEW TREASURE HUNT EVENT

EDIT: Treasure Hunting event just dropped a little lore.

The automaton IS the prototype, it's called a Monitoring Automaton, there are more Svarogs djsjdksndjdnd

'Automated control unit left behind by the Geomarrow Development Group'

And look I know this is just to provide more content without making new enemies or bosses but it makes SENSE Svarog is unit 3, the one in the cave is unit 2 so even older?

Anyways.

#hsr svarog #im not an engineer #or know anything remotely about electrical engineering #or computer programing #or robotics #but i AM good at logic and general science #and i say a group advanced anough to build HIM has sefety measures in place #they loved him!#'our big friend svarog'#he wasnt just some tool or machine #he was build with protection in mind #he was to preserve #preseration is his maind directive and with clara he just #haooened to kick it into maximum overdrive lmao #ok done #my notes

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chelleztjs18 · 3 years ago

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Vision (E.O)

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Sumarry: Both of you and Lizzie find a little sweet treat moment while grocery shopping.

Warning: None. A late Halloween late fluff fic from my Halloween event.

Requested: Yes by @xxxtwilightaxelxxx . I hope you like it! :D

A/n: Hello! Here's the second to last of my Halloween fics. I just finished writing this literally few minutes ago. lol. Thank you @honey-sweet-hiraeth for helping me brainstorming and share an idea i can put in this fic. :) Happy reading! Reblog and comments are highly appreciated.

Halloween Masterlist | Main Masterlist

“Okay babe, so we got the bread, anchovies, avocado, your favorite chocolate milk and all of the ingredients for our dinner tonight.” Your wife of three years mumbles as she checks the inside of the cart while reading the shopping list at the same time.

“I love how fresh the fruits and the meat this store has.” the blonde comments with a smile, her green eyes look at yours.

“See…I told you, Elizabeth. This store has better produce than the one you used to go to before we met.” Your smile and tone has obvious pride in it. She laughs a little right after that. “Y/n, honey, the other store has as good produce as the one in here. We started going to this one because it sells your favorite chocolate milk and cheese.” She jokingly shakes her head as she walks with you while you push the cart.

“Oh, let’s go to the candy aisle at the end. I want to get some just in case trick or treat-ers come to our house.” Lizzie points to the aisle.

“Ouh yess candy! Let’s go!” You respond excitedly.

Lizzie looks around as soon as both of you get to the candy aisle and grabs a few different bags of candy and chocolate. You put a bag of dark chocolates into the cart. Before Lizzie gets her chance to say that she is done and it's time to leave, something caught your attention and you exclaimed “Ouh babe, look! They have some Halloween stuff too. Look at those decorations they sell!”

"Oh yeah. They have pretty good stuff here." The blonde shows her agreement with you.

“Wow, out of all the Halloween themes and myths they can pick, they still don’t have werewolves stuff. Werewolves are so underrated!” Disappointment is written all over your face right after you can’t find anything werewolves related among the things.

“Aaawww, my poor puppy. Don’t be upset.” the Scarlet Witch cast teases you. A soft pat on your head from her then she gives a peck of kiss on your cheek. Surely, a blush magically appears on your face. You smile. “Well, I guess, I can’t be upset when you call me that and get a kiss too.” she winks and giggles at your comment.

“Oh, there’s some costume too, y/n. Oh, they have a kid's werewolf costume.” She excitedly shows it to you. “Oh! Yay, something werewolf! Oh, Liz! Look what I found!” You take your turn showing what you have found.

“It's a Scarlet Witch costume for little girls! Aaawwww!” Pride wraps your tone while holding the costume.

“Oh my gosh! That actually looks so cute! I remember the first time I tried on my real Scarlet Witch costume, it was a little tight and they put wires around me for the flying scenes. It was fun.” a titter jumps out of her lips while her mind recalls the funny memories.

“Oh yeah, I remembered the first time I saw you on set with that suit. You look insanely stunning in it” You wiggle your eyebrows with a teasing smirk and she playfully rolls her eyes.

“I remember that day, when I walked past you wearing the suit you tripped on a cord on the set after you were done doing Paul’s makeup.” Both of you laughed together from the quick trip on the memory lane.

You and Lizzie observe a little more until you see something interesting. "Look at these mason jars mug, darling! Witch's brew!" You try to say the last two words in a scary horror way followed by a fake witch laugh. She laughs at your antics, she always adores your silliness.

“Oh yeah, those are cool. Maybe we can use this for your apple martinis or absinthe cocktails. Isn’t witch’s brews always green in color?” Lizzie proposes her idea.

“Oh yeah, we’ll take this. Wanda should use this as her cup.” You joke and it easily gains another laughter from your wife.

“I know right. I’m gonna take a picture of this and send it to Aubrey since she is turning into a witch soon in Marvel with Kathryn.” a giggle slips out between her words as she smiles while she takes a picture of the said mug.

“Ssshh, Elizabeth! People might hear what you just said.” You remind her to be more careful about the confidential content in a whisper. “Oops, oh yeah. Sorry..sorry.” she apologizes in whispers as her right hand moves as if she is zipping her lips to keep the secret in her.

Then both of you hear a little voice from behind you. “Excuse me, Wanda? Is that you?”

Lizzie quickly turned around, so did you and found a cute little girl wearing the same exact Scarlet Witch costume. The little red haired girl is looking at your wife with such admiration. Her green eyes sparkle in excitement.

“Uh oh. Liz, do you think she heard what you said about Aubrey?” You ask in a whisper to her. “Babe, she’s just a kid. She probably doesn’t understand what we were talking about even if she heard it.” She answers you shortly before she greets the little girl.

“Oh hello, sweetheart. Yes, I am Wanda. You look exactly like me.” Lizzie’s warm and welcoming smile appears across her face. Soon after, the exhilarated girl’s mother comes. “Emily, there you are! Why did you run like that? I’m sor– Oh my god! Ms. Olsen! My daughters and I are fans of yours. She bought her costume here and she wanted to wear it early.” The mom was talking to the mini version of Wanda until she realized who her daughter was talking to and instantly got as excited as her daughter while explaining..

“Oh no. She’s fine. Don’t worry about it. She’s really cute. Also thank you so much.” Without any doubt Lizzie gives the brunette mom the reassurance she thinks that she needs as she crouches to the little girl’s eye level. You were going to do the same she did but you falter your move and stand there awkwardly instead when she asked your wife “Who is she? Where is Vision, Wanda?”

Lizzie and the little girl turn their heads together and look at you. “Her? Well, let me tell you, sweetie. So the world you see in the comic or movie is a different world than ours. In this world we live in, she is my Vision. She loves me as much as the other Vision loves Wanda and I love her too.” Her soft voice warmly explains and her hand rubs the girl’s arm gently.

“So she is Vision even though she looks different? Why she doesn’t look like a superhero? Where is the yellow stone?” Emily asks innocently.

Lizzie instantly laughs a little because of the cute row of questions. “Oh yeah she is. I know she looks different than the other Vision. Right now, she doesn’t look like a superhero because we are on a secret mission now and nobody can see us in our superhero suits but we can show you the yellow stone if you want.” Patience fills Lizzie’s answer and she starts to whisper a little saying the last sentence as if it’s a real secret. As usual, you take her answer as your cue to join in.

“Hello, sweetheart. My name is Y/n. I’m Wanda’s Vision here. I heard that you want to see the secret mind stone?” You ask excitedly in whispers and pretend to carefully look around.

The second after Emily nods in agreement followed by a whispered "yes, please." You pulled out a necklace with the mind stone replica diamond charm that was under your shirt.

"Whoaaaa! So cool! Mommy! Look! It's the yellow stone!" Emily's eyes fill with amazement as she looks at it and she soon forgets to keep it as a secret.

Her mom watches everything in awe and decides to play along and reminds her daughter "Ssst…Emily, they said it's a secret, remember?" She puts her index finger in front of her lips.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry, Wanda." Emily acknowledges her mistake.

"Aw, it's okay Emily. Do you want to know another secret?" You offer another secret to share with her and of course she nods one more time and this time with a bigger smile.

Lizzie knows what she has to say next. "Y/n and I share the stone together. We have the same necklace. So we will always remember each other." Just like you did, she pulls out her necklace and shows it to Emily.

Without missing a beat, she admires Lizzie's necklace as well.

This is not the first time both of you have to handle cute innocent Marvel little fans who ask these adorable questions. Since the first time a situation like this happened, you and Lizzie decided to have matching necklaces with the yellow diamond charm and always use this trick whenever some kids or family’s / friend’s children come up to both of you.

“Wow, Emily! That is so cool! Don’t forget to say thank you to Wanda and Y/n. We need to go, baby and I’m sure that they need to continue their secret mission too.” The lady walks closer to her daughter and initiates the idea to give your privacy back.

“Thank you Wanda! Thank you Y/n! One day, I will be a superhero like you.” Emily exclaims with confidence.

Warmth spreads in Lizzie’s heart, her eyes twinkle with joy while she responds to the girl’s gratitude. “You are welcomed, sweetie. Y/n and I will go back to our mission, to make sure there are enough fresh fruit and veggies for all the kids in the world including you.” She gently taps the tip of Emily’s nose and giggles together with her.

“Yes, kiddo. Don’t forget to eat your greens so you will be a superhero like us, someday.” You added.

“Come here, Emily. Let’s have a group hug.” invites Lizzie. The three of you quickly bundle up in the tightest hug a happy little hug a kid can give. WIth that, you and Lizzie spend a little more time talking with Emily’s mom then the four of you take a picture together.

Right away after you gain your privacy back with your wife and as you walk back to your car then put the groceries in. You look at her. You fall in love with her all over again. A thought came out of nowhere. It instantly draws a smile while you get inside the car.

“Babe, why did you look at me like that?” Her interest lures the question out of her.

“Oh nothing. You looked so adorable when you were interacting with Emily. She was so cute. You always love kids, so do I. We’ve been married for three years so I’m think—”

She gasps and her hand rapidly grabs yours in such elation. “Oh my god. Y/n, honey, are you thinking what I’m thinking?!”

All you can do right now is smile and that was more than words to answer her question. Her eyes glisten, she smiles from ear to ear and pulls you into a hug. Excitement raced through both of you.

You felt drunk with happiness because of a vision and a future you have planned with her.

A/n: Welp, that's it for today! Let me know what you think. See you in next!

Cheerio!

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pandamoniumvibes-27 · 3 years ago

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I noticed your call for hc ideas, so I’ll throw one your way!

Ei x a reader who was born mortal during the Archon War, but somehow became immortal? Maybe something about the reader being there for her after Khaenri’ah?

I’m in love with this idea. I actually have a private idea of mine that is slightly related to the characters becoming immortal maybe I’ll share it at a later date!

Request are still open but the Golden Archipelago event is making me feel a bit inspired for possible Mona content!

Miko’s age is around 500 I think but I added a couple of years so she would be before khaenri’ah

Sorry this has been in my drafts for like at least a month maybe more. This is only part 1 I explain the reading at the end of the story.

Have fun reading!!!

You had heard about the Archons fighting

Your family was careful to pick a god named Makoto to go under for safety

You had never seen her fight or even knew what she looked liked

You lived most of your life the war but a minor thought in your head

It wasn’t till the age of 12 when you heard someone yelling at something in the trees that you even bothered to find out more of the archons…

“Miko your being a real bitch!”

You were quite taken aback by the language that was reserved for adults, this girl… She sounded like a child

A girl with purple hair and eyes was looking up at a very proud pink fox

You never saw a fox before but the expression on its face made it look like it was smirking

‘Could foxes even smirk?!’

The fox was on a branch of the tree which was barely holding her up

But the fox seemed calm as ever looking like cat who caught a mouse

“Do you need help getting your fox? I can get one of the elders from the village to help.”

The fox and the girl turned to look at you.

“That won’t be needed. Miko is just doing this to get me worked up. Giving her more attention will only encourage her.”

“You know, your not supposed to use curse words.”

“I’m older than I look.”

“I call bull.”

“Bull?”

“It means I think what your saying is fake.”

“I have no reason not to tell the truth”

“Yeah you do! You don’t want to get in trouble! But don’t worry I won’t say a word!”

The girl blinked a bit and waited for a prolonged second.

“Good.”

“So how do we get your cat down?”

“Miko isn’t a cat she’s a Kitsune.”

“Im going to call her a cat until she stops acting like a cat.”

The fox jumped down from the tree at that moment turning into a girl about 5 years old pink ears and tail she looked at you with a frown

‘Could foxes even frown?’

She walked over to the purple haired girl and grabbed her chest

“Give me the sword.”

‘THE FUCK’

Nothing happened thank the archons but you invited the two to your home for some snacks

They were hesitant but agreed after seeing you silently beg for around 10 minutes.

The fact they enjoyed spending time with you surprised them even more.

You gave them some fruit and water but you spent most of the time talking and playing with the few mortal games you had.

“Would you like to play cards?”

“Cards?”

“I know a few. But If you don’t like that I have a board game me a the kids in the village made. It’s a game where you have to collect 7 gems that are represented with chest pieces. But there are obstacles to try and stop you that you need to over come by setting up the correct strategy.”

“I’m very smart I’m sure I would win.”

“Like I would lose to a cat!”

You guys had a lot of fun playing.

You and ei teamed up to steal the orange chess piece and the turquoise chess piece.

But Miko ended stealing the purple chess piece without you noticing and ended up tricking one of you and Ei’s most helpful pawns

But it soon came to sun down and they had to go back home before the monsters came out.

“I did not expect Miko to kill the fire moth.”

“Fire moth?”

“Yeah that’s our code name for the pawn you killed.”

“The one that had fire and ice powers?”

“Yeah but her real name was Rose”

“You guys certainly had fun brainstorming you little team.”

“Yeah it was fun. But you were so cool with that manoeuvre you did to get the purple chess piece.”

“Yes stealing our pawn to use for your scheme was a good idea Miko.”

“I think we named that pawn scarlet scara for short.”

You said goodbye and asked them to visit you when they could

You watched them head back into the woods and you went to bed very happy that day

You had so much fun.

Ei visited you first.

She came in the morning waking you up basket in hand.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s not to far you’ll see soon.”

The two of you walked to a mountain. There Ei took the basket she was carrying and took out snacks.

“I thought it would only be right for me to repay you by sharing some of my snacks I have at home.”

“This is your home?”

Ei got a laugh out of that.

“This is better than home. It’s calm. Near my home there is always fighting.”

“Like parent issues?”

“No… I don’t know why but I feel inclined to tell you this. Maybe you have put something in the food.”

“Everything was picked from trees!”

“Haha!! You are different than most humans. I myself am not human though. I’m a god who is supposed to protect humans. But us Gods are fighting and there is little times of peace. Somehow I seem to forget all of when I’m with you.”

“Ei I want to know you. I want to be friends with you really badly… Meet me at my house next week and I can show you a place near the village.”

“I suppose the others will not notice if I’m not gone for too long.”

“I’ll see you next week.”

End of part 1

A/N: this has taken me forever and it has been hard because school just started up again for me. Also I got carried away with what was supposed to be head cannons so I’m splitting it in two. The second part will tackle more Archon war stuff but I felt like I needed to have them develop a relationship. I will try to get part 2 done in a timely manor but please be patient.

———

Part 2 is up!!! You can see it on the masterlist!

#genshin impact #raiden ei #raiden ei x reader #ei x reader #ei #yae miko #I didn’t check for spelling errors or edit that much #that’s future me’s problem

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relaxxattack · 4 years ago

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Someone's probably asked you this before but how long did it take you to plan out the plot for knifetrick? What did you do to come up with everything and do you have any tips for other writers who are struggling to put together their own fics?

after checking out my history lol,

it seems i did serious brainstorming and research for about a week before i started writing.

what happened first was that i had in my head the funny idea of ran failing to kill jackie and them getting tax-benefit married (to make ran feel guilty and admit his plot)

and once i realized i wanted to make it into an actual story, i had to change some of it and come up with plot and reasoning.

the first thing i did was ask my followers for song requests, lol. i asked specifically for “songs about futuristic settings or being married to/loving your assassination target”

i listened to a lot of that music to get my brain juices flowing. i had to put together a couple of Reasons for why things happened. i also knew i couldn’t just write the fic on the assassination alone, or else ran would have nothing to distract him and be the overarching plot, lol

the music helped me picture scenes and concepts. i then just jotted down a bunch of stuff i thought would be interesting to happen (possible scenes)

a couple thoughts on this image— for one you can see that i originally wanted to name my fic after a movie. i looked up ones where assassins grow endeared to their targets and fail to kill them. but i realized i didn’t want to name the fic after a movie in case it was controversial or something, so i ended up going for a song instead. ALSO, as you can tell, some of these points got dropped! again, this was just brainstorming for things i wanted to include

the next thing i did was ask for ranjack classpects, lol. for those unfamilliar with classpecting, it’s sort of like personality types for really sad nerds (/lh). aka, hogwarts houses but more complicated.

@dyketubbo wrote some INCREDIBLE classpects for ran and jackie. it was based off what we knew about their personalities (which wasn’t much) but it also helped us infer a lot MORE about their personalities by figuring out where they could go or how they probably think in their minds.

if you don’t know classpects you can probably do this with personality types. or, just, figure out your characters personality some Normal way. i wouldn’t know.

there was a lot more brainstorming i did (where i came up with ms. laramie, scoots, and clementine) and tried to come up with a basic plot of what would happen and what they would do. during this i did some research on a proper three-act story structure so my plot would hit just right.

during all of this, i watched a bunch of spy and futuristic flicks (not too intensely, just had them on in the background to absorb the vibes).

i then made a plot map once i figured i knew what was gonna happen

(the last few chapters are on the other side of the paper, so you don’t get to see them haha)

a lot of this stuff got switched around or dropped completely as i was writing. honestly, the details don’t matter too much— the FLOW of the story is what’s important.

i’m very flexible with my scenes— literally what happens in a chapter is completely up in the air until i FINISH the chapter. sometimes they’re entirely different from my original ideas. it’s not too important to me what exactly happens, as long as it makes sense and i like it and it fits in with the rest.

in my mind, the events themselves are not as impressive as the characters in them. as long as i’m still developing the characters the way i need to throughout the story, and they eventually get to the plot points i need them to, i don’t worry too much about the specifics! as long as they’re fun.

i also didnt write chapter-by-chapter— i mapped the plot first, and then drew little dividing lines where i thought it would be good to end the chapter after. chapters are useful to me as pacing tools, but i didnt want the plot to seem too episodic by Planning it as chapters.

after i wrote the plot map, i did research on deserts, cities, and fantasy politics for DAYS. (i also watched videos on how fantasy militaries should work.) i ended up not using most of that information i came up with, but the parts that do leak through into my current writing do wonders to make the world feel real and alive. each character has a personality and a life, they aren’t just there to be background characters for ran and jackie.

then, i re-read a few books by authors who really inspire me. to get their narration voice fresh in my mind and feel really inspired

eventually we got to where we are now— i write the chapters and i post them!

as i’ve mentioned, i’m very flexible with my plot— so while i’ve foreshadowed certain things since the beginning, some parts of the story have only come perfectly together towards the end. and i have @shrugofgod to thank for that!

my wonderful editor is always willing to chat with me about what scenes and bits work and are most satisfying story-wise. of course lyssie also EDITS my chapters after they’re drafted — to make them more polished, and also ask me questions about things that are going on to clarify them.

many thanks to lyssie shrugofgod for making the story so much better :D

because my chapters have a tendency to get away from me and do whatever they want, if there’s certain plot things i need to hit in a chapter, i’ll outline the chapter before i write it.

also, recently, (after coming up with one too many REALLY COOL scenes and lines in my head while cleaning, but then completely forgetting them later) i’ve implemented a protocol for myself to jot down anything that comes to mind WHEN it happens so i don’t forget.

these are unprofessional and have spelling errors and all that, because i just wrote them really quickly, often while doing the dishes or laundry, lol.

so in conclusion:

um yeah that’s how i write knifetrick! i’ve never done this much work for any other fic though, so don’t feel like YOU have to. i did so much research for knifetrick because it was very out of my wheelhouse.

at most all i think is necessary for a good story is a plot map, and a hell of a lot of inspiration. (i got mine from music, movies, books, and drawing ran and jackie a lot, haha!)

make sure you’re having fun with your plot. writing won’t always be fun, but you should at least like your PLOT. because if you don’t then you won’t be inspired or enjoy it at all!

#knifetrick #writing process #tutorial #og post #sorry for rambling so much this probably wasn’t very understandable ^^;;

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thanksjro · 4 years ago

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More Than Meets the Eye #33: In Which I Write the Word ‘Quantum‘ 19 Times

Dang, I forgot what happened at the end of the last issue. It was pretty important, too, but I don’t have time to reread. Maybe the establishing shot can help me out?

Oh, that’s right, Rewind happened!

Everyone’s pretty jazzed that Rewind is here, non-exploded, and supposedly alive. Megatron carries this ridiculously small man over to a table, while Skids is busy admonishing Nightbeat for trying to put the pieces of this mystery together.

That’s one of the two first canonically, openly gay Transformers, Megatron. You bet your ass he’s important.

Nightbeat’s dragged Nautica over to look at that poster for Crosscut’s play they saw last issue. Together, they discover something interesting, and it’s not that Nightbeat’s chin has elongated to the point of absurdity. On this future ship, the play was completed and produced a mere few weeks after the initial launch of the Lost Light.

While this is going on, Rewind wakes up and asks Skids what the hell is going on. Skids, likely not wanting to poke at farm-fresh trauma, glosses over the fact that everyone on this ship was violently murdered, and that they found Rewind blacked out inside the hollowed torso of his brother-in-law.

…This is a dark story line.

You see, the joke here is that “Dark Cybertron” sucked major chrome.

Megatron reminds everyone that they’re still in grave danger every moment they stay aboard this ship, but Skids is more concerned with Rewind’s mental health. Which is sweet, but maybe not the thing to prioritize in such a precarious situation.

Rewind takes the fact that Megatron is an Autobot now pretty friggin’ well, as well as the introduction of gender into his species. That is, until Nightbeat, the king of social graces, saunters up to the scene to ask Rewind what the hell happened to the ship. He does get his answers, despite Rewind being horrified to the point of speechlessness.

Over at the hole in the wall, Nautica and Riptide are taking a gander at the quantum drums, which house the quantum foam for the quantum engines so quantum jumps can happen.

As Nautica explains the process by which quantum travel works, she realizes that the answer to what happened to everyone who disappeared was right in front of them this whole time.

Quantum, quantum, quantum- doesn’t even sound like a word anymore, does it?

The data slug Rewind made corroborates this theory, showing a series of events that definitely didn’t happen to the Lost Light we’ve been following throughout this story so far. The data slug contains this Rewind’s version of dead Rewind’s “Little Victories”, the travelogue that was never completed, where the question “are you happy?” revealed just how emotionally unhealthy most of the crew is. I’d like to imagine this Rewind’s film is called “Small Achievements”, or perhaps “Dear Fucking Lord, We’ve Been on this Trip for Three Hours and the Captain Has Been Killed by a Goddamned Soul-Vampire”, or maybe even “Where the FUCK is Our Therapist”.

The DJD came into the equation by way of someone having led them to the Lost Light. We get a flashback panel of the gorefest, in which Tarn appears to have learned how to fly, given the angle he’s coming from.

Because Rewind’s big thing in this series is being the guy who records stuff, the DJD take the opportunity to make some movies of their visit to the space yacht.

James, why do you keep getting Rewind involved with snuff films? I’m starting to get concerned.

Now, the thing about Rewind is that he’s almost always accompanied by his other half. Where is Chromedome, anyway?

He’s dead, that’s where.

Turns out, when you tell the DJD that you won’t do the thing they want you to do, they have a habit of doing nasty things in retaliation. Chromedome got stabbed in the friggin’ visor with his own finger needles, because Vos enjoys ironic deaths, I suppose. There’s some other stuff that’s implied to have happened, but we’ll get to that once we learn a little more about the DJD themselves.

While Rewind recounts the grisly tale of his husband’s demise, Riptide notes that the quantum foam has begun to spread at a remarkable rate. This is a bad thing, because that shit can and will explode, given half the chance, and this wreck is floating right above a potentially-inhabited planet.

Though I could have sworn we established that this planet was a Smartplanet, and therefore very much populated by students and staff. I don’t know. Maybe we conveniently forgot that, so we could make this a learning moment for Megatron.

Jiminy Christmas, Megs, do you even listen to yourself?

Skids, who has had a very long day of finding corpses and learning about quantum theory, snaps at Megatron, telling him that in order to actually be an Autobot, you have to have a little frickin’ compassion for those outside of your peer group.

Which is sort of contradictory to the Aequitas trials, the Killswitch debacle, the POW situation back on Cybertron, and whatever the fuck Prowl’s whole deal is, but maybe Skids is speaking about his own, personal relationship with being an Autobot. Hopefully so, otherwise he needs a class on critical thinking, STAT.

Never mind all of that though, because the problem just got a lot worse- the quantum foam has expanded to a point where any holes in the stuff are too small for the Rod Pod to get through. We’re going to have to get creative if we want to save the day.

Luckily, we’ve got a quantum duplicate of just about the tiniest little dude in the franchise here to do the job. Now we just need another, equally tiny little man, so the quantum drums can be shut off at the same time. Nautica commits more microaggressions, and this gives Getaway inspiration for a witty quip, which in turn gives Skids a brilliant idea.

The gang heads down to Brainstorm’s lab, to look for the mass displacement gun that was used for treating Ultra Magnus’s nanocon infestation back in the 2012 Annual. While they search, Nautica explains just why the hell the Lost Light disappeared in the first place. You see, quantum duplication acts on the Cain Instinct— it’s fine, as long as the duplicates don’t perceive each other. However, the moment contact is made, it says “oh man, guess I’m gonna have to end you” to one of the duplicates. The contact in this case happened when the Coffin Rodimus was brought aboard the ship.

Anything that wasn’t aboard the Lost Light at the point of the takeoff/explosion was never duplicated, and thus wasn’t erased from reality once shit started going to hell. This is why the Rod Pod is still around, and why the remaining cast are— well, the remaining cast.

While this conversation is going on, Nautica and Nightbeat uncover yet another dead body; it’s Brainstorm, and he’s a little underdressed.

…Someone run a paternity test, I think Cyclonus might be the father.

Also, Brainstorm’s a double agent.

Fucked up.

Getaway is furious that a Decepticon has been living on the same ship as him for the last six months, right under his proverbial nose. Even Megatron’s surprised, stating that Brainstorm isn’t usually who the recruiters aim for.

So, no mass displacement gun, and now they’re aware of the fact that there’s a traitor on the ship who’s had access to a LOT of weapon tech. It’s at this point that Megatron decides to stop lying by omission and tells everyone that he can mass-displace, since he used to turn into a handgun.

Smashcut to Megatron and Rewind floating out in space, the former now not much taller than the latter, as they traverse the web of quantum foam to get to the drums. Nautica instructs them from the Rod Pod. If this works, anything produced or connected to the quantum engine will be neutralized, and maybe we’ll even get the other Lost Light back! YAAAAAY!!!

Y’all really let this man go out there to fuckin’ kill himself for the greater good, didn’t you?

Rewind is honestly pretty chill with ceasing to be, seeing as he watched 200/+ people die today, including his long-time spouse.

Jesus. I’d say get him a therapist, but in order to do that, we’re going to have to wipe him off the map anyway.

Rewind asks Megatron if the Chromedome that isn’t his and his duplicate are still together. And I mean…

Luckily, Megatron has the good sense to lie.

With that, they flip the switches, and deactivate the drums.

And that’s a series wrap on Rewind! Congrats to Mr. James Roberts for the esteemed honor of burying the same gay twice!

Later on, everyone is back inside the Rod Pod, as their disappeared shipmates return from being nonexistent. Chromedome pops back in, and Skids is on him like a shark, telling him to go on the roof. Skids doesn’t even try to explain why. Which, fair. How the hell do you explain to someone that their dead husband’s quantum duplicate survived both a terrorist splinter cell attack, and the laws of quantum sci-fi bullshit crashing down on his tiny, tiny body, and that he’s right there on the roof waiting for them?

Welp, there goes the Chromedome/Dominus endgame. Shame, that.

Looks like Chromedome finally hit the threshold for having earned Roberts’ pity, and won’t be directly targeted by the plot for a little while. This isn’t something you see very often, so let’s really soak this in.

…Someone had to have told Rewind what happened to the other Rewind, right? I wonder what that conversation was like.

Back inside the ship, Blaster gets word that the Lost Light has reappeared. As they navigate towards it, Megatron requests that an encrypted call be made to Rodimus, to discuss the Brainstorm problem.

In the interim, Ravage is offered the opportunity to be a part of the crew, so he doesn’t have to keep skulking around in the shadows. We don’t get an answer from him, as our focus shifts over to Nightbeat and Nautica.

Nightbeaaaaaaaaaat, stop stating the themes of the comic verbatim! People are going to start thinking you’re a shonen anime protagonist!

Nightbeat’s somehow managed to keep ahold of the briefcase that they found on the other Lost Light. Unless Brainstorm’s boyfriend is in there, I don’t think this one was the work of Huey Lewis and the News’ hit single from the Back to the Future soundtrack.

Over on the Lost Light, specifically in Swerve’s, Brainstorm’s making his way through the crowd, briefcase held gentle like hamburger as he goes. He makes it to the bar, where Atomizer tells him he can’t have his briefcase in here. Brainstorm has what most would accept to be a healthy response to being told “no.”

It’s what I would do.

#transformers #jro #MTMTE #slaughterhouse #issue 33 #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #comic script writing

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bowieandqueen11 · 5 years ago

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I Know / Ben Hargreevees x Reader + Platonic!Klaus

Request: Hello can you do an umbrella academy Klaus X female reader platonic imagine where he tells them that Ben still loves them

This made me really emotional thank you so much for the request my dear @ab1nsur! <3

Comments are always appreciated!

Also warning, some mentions of drugs/ alcohol!

Ivy had started to grow through the crevices of the winding stone driveway, as you and Klaus wandered out of his car and back home after a long day of still having no way to get home. Five had brainstormed, and rushed off with some idea about the Commission, or himself, or whatever crazy thing his mouth was running at the moment, leaving you and Klaus, as always, alone again. Luther had been dragged off with him, and Vanya and Allison were still living their lives here in the 60s, which just left you, Klaus, and about a hundred questions.

Walking back into Klaus’ mansion after all this time was like walking into a haunted house. Throwing the keys onto the nearest counter, Klaus saunters past you, plodding heavily, as if the events of the past few days, or months, or years, have placed thick weights onto his heels. Stretching his arms up, he groans as he exposes his midriff, shrugging off his long coat to leave him in just his denim shirt.

‘I just can’t believe-’, you start again as you follow him into the living room with a shaking head.

‘No talky, no talky now, my dear Y/n. It’s sleepy time, only sleepy. Unless you have any Vodka, that is.’

‘I left my last flask in your skirt back at home, I’m afraid.’

With a sigh, he turns to frown at you, before kicking of his shoes in your direction.

‘What a shame.’

He pulls one of the last few sheets covering his furniture off from the mantelpiece with a great enough flourish that you, coughing, have to run over and open one of the bay windows leading down to the still pool. Slumping head first onto the sofa, Klaus tries to ignore you again and instead fall into an unceremonious sleep. The lazy Dallas wind pushed through the sprinkling fountain and through the door, misting him with slight water droplets in the way you would blow smoke over his face when you were sharing a blunt as teenagers. He smiles as he nestles his head into the lumpy cushion, trying to focus on this thought as you walk back over and lift his legs up, sliding underneath them. He appreciates the warmth of your hands as they glide over the skin available underneath the sandals, a welcoming warmth he hasn’t felt in a while coating him in the darkness.

‘i just think it’s insane that we could have found all your siblings, absolutely all of them, and yet Ben isn’t here. It just doesn’t sound right. I mean, why can’t a ghost travel the same as us?’

Ben nods from where he stands in the darkness behind you, a crestfallen look on his face as he sees how defeated you look. He wants nothing more than just a minute, just a moment - he will even take a second - of being alive again just so he could go over and comfort you. Take your hand in his like he’s tried so often over the years, and kiss you, gently, softly. Just a moment, to say it’s okay, and to say goodbye.

Instead he unfolds his arms, and goes over to smack Klaus on the arm, making the two of you jump. Placing a leg on the armrest near his head, Klaus turns his head so it’s completely covered by the sofa.

‘You need to tell her man, this isn’t fair.’

‘Nothing in life is fair, Ben.’

‘Klaus, who are you talking to?’

Pushing himself back up, Klaus raises an eyebrow at you before slowly pulling his legs back round the side of the sofa. Rubbing the palms of his hands against his eyes, until his tattoos blend into the darkness, he takes a moment to enjoy the feeling of your hand rubbing slow circles against his shoulder, before he lets himself slip to the floor.

‘Come on, if you’re not going to tell her, you know how you could make it up to me?’

‘Noooo, you can not possess me!’

‘Klaus, what the hell are you on about! Possess you? Oh god, Ben is here, isn’t he! I knew it, you’re such an asshole!’

Punching him in the shoulder, Klaus winces before grabbing onto your fingers and pulling them tight against his chest.

‘Y/n, you were sweet on him when, what, you were thirteen?’

‘That doesn’t give you the right to not tell me! When you love someone that much, wouldn’t you want to know?’

‘Y/n, my dear, sweet Y/n, listen to me. I know okay, I know. I love you like family, closer even, but trust me, chasing after ghosts doesn’t end with a happily ever after!’

Ducking his head, Klaus fell silent for a moment, slowly releasing your hands until he felt you pull away.

Looking at you was just to painful for him. The tear tracks on your flushed cheeks. The ones still threatening to spill as you stared at him, desperately, eyes flickering over his avoiding ones as if trying to pry the words out of his soul. The fingers shaking on your lap. The way your mouth blubbered open and closed as if trying to throw up his name. You reminded him of him after Dave-

Shutting his eyes, he tried to stop his chin from trembling too harshly and giving his feelings away. Fingering his dog tags for a moment, he enjoyed the way they tinkled against his heart like ghosts of fingertips. If he was able to know the person he loved more than anything was still there, after death, wouldn’t you want to know? Wasn’t that his power, his curse? Even if you couldn’t save them, not knowing, he thought, was the worst part.

‘You’re right, you’re right. Okay Ben, what do you want to say?’

‘Th-there’s so much. Just... for now, will you tell her that I love her. So much. More than anything. Also I’m sorry for stealing her skip rope when we were younger and using it to tie Luther and Diego together.’

Chuckling slightly, Klaus nods his head at him before relaying the message to you. Crying softly, you laugh along with him as you bite against your knuckle.

‘He always was one for annoying Luther.’

‘Yeah... he was.’

That breaks you. You shove your hand to your mouth as you begin to sob, your chest heaving as the tears just won’t stop cascading down your face. Eventually, Klaus comes and sits next to you, thigh to thigh, and just pulls your head down onto his shoulder. He knew this feeling all too well, and he knew the only thing to do was to let you go through it, but not alone. Playing with the fringes of your hair, he lets your tears soak his shirt as he pulls you tight against him.

After a moment, you look up at him with bloodshot eyes.

‘Where is he?’

‘What?’

‘Where is he, right now. Where is he in this room?’

‘Over by the side of the sofa.’

Standing up, you make your way and sit where Klaus’ head had been lying earlier. Placing your shaking hand gently down, face up, on the arm rest, you ask Klaus with a crack in your voice,

‘Is this about right?’

‘Yeah, you got him.’

Ben was glad you couldn’t see the way his lip trembled, and the tears that leaked out from the corner of his eyes as he slowly tried to place his hand over yours. Hovering slightly above your fingertips, he tried to brush slowly against them, relying on memories to fill in the rest of the gaps his body couldn’t fill.

‘I missed you, so much’, he whispers, his voice choked and haunted. Yet this time, Ben Hargreeves knew he wasn’t alone.

#tua #the umbrella academy #tua season 2 #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #tua imagine #ben hargreeves imagine #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves angst #klaus hargreeves x platonic reader #number five #number six #the umbrella academy imagine #ben and klaus #klaus and ben

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taggedmemes · 4 years ago

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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ PRYCE AND CARTER'S DEEP SPACE SURVIVAL PROCEDURE & PROTOCOL MANUAL / PAGE 391 - 350 tenses and wording have been altered slightly for ease of sending! always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

'it is what it is.'

'pain is just a word. sensations are real.'

'if you ever find yourself drowning, be glad you're not freezing to death.'

'if you find yourself burning to death, in our experience, you deserve it.'

'copy them. copy them hard.'

'dehydration induced psychosis isn't nearly as fun as the name would suggest.'

'we have not seen a pointy red hat.'

'don't ask any more questions.'

'fire is one of those "only when absolutely necessary" solutions.'

'prayer has demonstrated some statistically significant results in the most dire situations.'

'space diseases are just like terrestrial diseases, only much, much deadlier.'

'while experience really is the best teacher, preparation is the best bodyguard.'

'remember where you are. no, this isn't a joke.'

'you will be lost and you will stay lost forever.'

'just kidding! there's at least one homing device somewhere on your person.'

'big ideas are only big from a relative perspective.'

'where there is a will, there is a way.'

'hope is an emotion for people that don't have access to enough information.'

'the assumption that what people wish for most is unfettered freedom, rather than limited, directed task management is just that: an assumption.'

'is there a limb on your body worth more than your life?' deciding before amputation becomes necessary will improve your quality of life after, should circumstances arise.'

'every problem has a solution. repeat that until it feels like a fact.'

'don't overcomplicate things.'

'remember, every battle ultimately comes down to one simple principle: stay alive longer than the enemy.'

'honest, direct, and constructive feedback should always be available on request.'

'"go with the flow" only applies in situations where plasma is not present.'

'on occasion, playing dead is more effective than actively dying.'

'limit the use of anesthetics to local agents whenever possible.'

'hearts don't break. they are an elastic muscle. if anything, they burst.'

'never forget: the person who says "it's not a race," is currently winning the race.'

'irrational thoughts are a good foundation for brainstorming.'

'forgive and forget your parents' hopes for you.'

'you can always be seen by something.'

'a good strategy is a flexible strategy.'

'a survival situation is not the time to panic.'

'by all means, lose your mind.'

'if you really want to do something, you'll find a way.'

'if you really don't want to do something, you'll find an excuse.'

'i do not accept excuses.'

'no number is ever truly random. there is always a pattern to events.'

'do not get artistic with wiring. wiring is 100% more science than art.'

'at the end of the day, it's whoever wants it more.'

'bad thoughts, insecurities, painful memories, and other negative mental impulses are not always predictable forces.'

'when it rains, it pours, so make sure there's a good roof over your head.'

'nature is a formidable opponent.'

'if you're deciding whether a magic eight ball is an appropriate decision-making mechanism... ask again later.'

'do not be the kind of person who asks questions that have already been answered.'

'looking for approval outside yourself will always leave you fundamentally unvalidated.'

'hurt feelings ultimately hurt less than hurt faces.'

'bad things happen to good people. do not lengthen your odds.'

'rash actions may result in your death, incapacitation, and/or spiritual dampening.'

'don't do things just to do things.'

'vitamin k is not to be confused with ketamine.'

'be wary of shark attacks. no matter how statistically unlikely, one should always be wary of shark attacks.'

'nobody has no use.'

'ha! i bet you stopped being wary of shark attacks.'

#KIND / IN CHARACTER.#KIND / SENTENCE.#BASED ON / LITERATURE.#wolf 359 #rp starters #starter meme #queue.

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chunhua-s · 4 years ago

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Omg wait hear me out!! Reon in a reverse harem smut AU🥴🥴

this has been on my mind!!! since you sent it and i’m awfully late but ma’am 🥴 there’s this manhwa that a friend had recommended to me a while back and it’s what i was thinking about when i was brainstorming for that reverse harem concept and i’m not sure i did it justice? but i tried listening to something new while i wrote this! nona got me on jhene aiko tonight so i wanted to see what i could come up with while listening to her. so far my favourite song from her is stranger like.... the instruments in the back are just so pretty and her voice??? 😩 she’s just so soothing to listen to! but for this oneshot i’ve had this song by mondo grosso since reading the request! i’ve been dying to use false symphony for a oneshot and this one was perfect for it. i hope you guys will enjoy reading — and as always, don’t ever hesitate to tell me what you think! i always say it but i really love hearing what you guys have to say about my work, and that goes for all content creators!!

STRAWBERRY SYRUP ➽ REON OHIRA x READER

genre: smut

au: reverse harem!

warnings: just the smut :D

the moan that slips past your lips is louder than you intended, drawn out on a faint, trembling breath that you try to surpress with the palm of your hand. your lips quiver as your grip on your pen tightens uncomfortably, the cold metal heats up quickly until the sensation of it all becomes lost on the feeling of sweat dripping down your skin, of the hungry mouth that greedily sucks between your legs as you try to keep them parted.

“hey now, you said this was to help you focus.”

his teasing, almost accusing voice sends timbers vibrating right through your core as his fingers dig ever so slightly into your plush skin, tracing soothing circles with his thumb and pressing sweet butterfly kisses. you’re helpless, the way you melt under his touch and your hand shoots down to press his face closer against you, almost begging to feel his tongue run over your dripping sex the way it did only moments before he pulled away.

“it is...” you sigh from behind your palm, but even you’re unconvinced as your need drips between your thighs like a river of honey. “it is, i swear...” it’s what you’d said at first when he found you behind your desk, brows furrowed and a hand pressed to your temple as you glared down at the mass of paperwork left to read through and sign. when he’d asked you if you wanted him to get you anything — perhaps your favourite drink or maybe a snack, a massage to remove the tension from your shoulders — you’d grabbed his hand and placed it between your legs, looked up at him with such pleading eyes that he felt his breath hitch inside his throat.

“i want you, reon.”

you’d begged him so sweetly, so desperately as you pushed his fingers against you, letting your arousal seep through the fabric of your silk shorts to coat his fingers. and at first, he’d worried that you’d only be distracted, losing yourself to lust rather than working on what needed to be done, but how could he turn away when his master was so needy, rolling your hips against his hand and moaning as if you were in so much pain? and that’s what you told him. you said to him that you needed him so much that it ached your core, drove you mad and that if he wouldn’t help you, then, “maybe tetsu or kou could help me, since you don’t want to.”

he got down on his knees for you immediately.

the chuckle he presses against your thigh is cruel, his lips brushing against it on feathery touches that it causes your head to spin as you throw your head back and let out a frustrated groan. “s-stop...” you huff. your chest rises and falls on the deep breaths you drag between your gaping lips, “stop teasing me, damn it.”

“i’m not sure, master,” reon hums from between your lips, and the sound of his deep voice is enough to send another bout of arousal pooling beneath you and smearing against your skin. “i think this is distracting you more than anything.”

when his eyes meet yours, they pull you under fresh waves of heat and lust, all to leave you breathless as you press your thumb between your lips and bite down on it. the picture beneath your legs, it’s absolutely dirty, drawn from midnight’s fantasies of silver moonlight and whispering pleas, where clouds hover over a black canvas to weave the harmonies of your cries as your fingers worked your body on a mindless need. and those clouds, they’ve returned to you once more and filled your mind with the very same desire you unknowingly fed to them before.

the taste of his name swirls in your chest and fills you up on red smoke, blurs distant reality with impure fantasies, and you don’t fight the overwhelming urge to press your lips against his and hold him close to you when it rings inside your head like shrine bells. where your body touches his, fingers tangling into his tight curls and nails digging into the fabric of his black uniform, there’s something like an explosion that bursts beneath your fingers and trails across your skin like fire. it burns. it burns so much and leaves you wanting more, until everything you are is consumed by a relentless desire that pushes you closer and closer to the edge, where the waterfall roars and he waits beneath the torrents to pull you under.

you don’t process the motions that happen next; it’s almost as if you’re watching from the corner of the room, chained to the wall as you watched your body hastily pull reon up to his feet, hands clenched into his white undershirt until he hovered over you. brown eyes like desert dunes are locked unto your face, they watch with a smoldering intensity as you bite your lips, trail down your body to see the way your sweat soaks your thin top until your skin shows through silk — until they land between your legs, spread wide for him to see the way your hole clenches around nothing while liquid silk pools out of you.

“reon, please...” you beg him, trying to pull him closer to you so that you can taste yourself on his lips, so that peppermint and sweet strawberry can fill your core and make your head spin like before. “i need you inside of me, i need you so bad...”

“won’t you take care of your master?”

the sight of you trembling beneath him, the sound of your voice fading on such a pitiful cry, it all breaks something inside him, and you watch the golden sun become eclipsed by the very same wanting that steals your breath away. his hand on your thighs is what pulls you back inside your body as he squeezes the supple flesh there, his other hand working to unbuckle his pants and pulls himself out.

“you want this inside of you, hm?” it’s taunting the way he speaks to you now, watching your lips part automatically for the hunger you feel at the sight of his cock, thick and twitching in his hands as the tip of it shines with precum. “look at you... so fucking desperate for me to take you right here.” he savours the pretty little whine you let out as he pushes his face closer to yours, so that you can feel his breath ghost against his lips when he pulls away from you. your mouth quickly sinks into a frustrated pout. “is that what you want? tell me, master. what do you want me to do for you?”

“don’t fucking tease me, reon,” you groan, using one hand to wrap around his neck so that he can’t pull away a second time. your legs wrap around his waist, dragging him so that the tip of his cock pokes at your entrance. his eyes meet yours once more to see each unspoken plea flickering among their colours, the very same ones he’d watch embrace the stars when you’d take him on your bed, bouncing on his cock and screaming his name while you killed his cum with your body. it’s a familiar story, one that pulls him in on your taste of strawberries and milk time and time again, and reon doesn’t ever think he’ll get tired of it.

“ah— aaahhh, fuck—!” you moan loudly, sighing on a heavy breath of relief and satisfaction when he finally pushes into you, spreading your walls with that same sweetness of a forbidden garden and erasing all thought and logic from your mind. it’s what you’ve been craving for all evening; for his gentle hands to grip your hips the way they do now and to hold you in place while he drags his cock along your wall, softly pressing into your sweet spot over and over until your voice broke and your body would melt into his touch. his smile dips itself in the sweetest honey, fills your system like a drug when he presses his hips so closely against yours and grinds into you until your head is spinning.

“as you ask of me, master.”

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purplebass · 5 years ago

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Lose my breath // Blackdale

Hey! I know I have a few requests in my inbox for other ships and characters, but I felt like writing Blackdale once again this week. This is a *sorta* Halloween-themed fanfic.

Couple/Characters: Blackdale, Jesse Blackthorn and Lucie Herondale Rating: T

Halloween. Yet another mundane holiday that shadowhunters celebrated. It was Matthew who had insisted, saying that he read on a newspaper that it was fun to throw parties and dress as witches, zombies, or vampires. Or ghosts. Lucie wasn’t against the idea of celebrating it, but the truth was that this day reminded her too much of someone. And now, as she sipped orange juice by the fire of the ballroom of the Institute, she regretted coming. Everyone seemed to be having fun, at least. Some were dancing, others were drinking light stuff. There weren’t just the youngest shadowhunters, but also their parents, which were treating the event as a simple break from every day activities and had no clue what they were celebrating.

Lucie was bored. She believed this event would have provided her with new inspiration for her story, but she had been wrong. She saw Cordelia dancing with James, and she kind of envied the couple. Even if their engagement was just a sham and James turned into a shadow sometimes, he was alive. Cordelia could still hold his hand or touch his hair.

Lucie put the empty glass on a table nearby. She was fed up with the party, and she needed a break. She didn’t want to go to her room. It would mean that she was completely done with the celebration, and she intended to go back in after a few minutes. She needed somewhere else. She thought about the drawing room, but it was on a different floor. Right, the music room, she decided in the end.

No one really went to that room besides her father. Lucie couldn’t play any instrument, but she had to admit that this place was perfect to brainstorm new ideas and to hide from people. Not that she wanted to hide from anybody, in her own house, but…

Her eyes caught the violin case sitting on a table on a velvet cloth. It would be nice if she knew how to play something, but maybe not the violin. No, it seemed too hard, and she didn’t have the time. Plus, her neck was already tight because of the hours spent on her writing machine. She glanced at the grand piano, and walked towards it. Her brother James had learnt how to play it, even though he didn’t touch it anymore. Perhaps he could teach her.

Despite not being used, the piano wasn’t dusty. Lucie touched the black polished wood, then her fingers pressed two keys. She laughed, because she knew she couldn’t play anything, but decided to sit down on the soft bench in front of the piano anyway. She cleared her voice and then started intoning a typical Welsh song. It was the first song that came to her mind when she started pressing her fingers on the keys.

Lucie knew how to sing, at least. Or that was what her father often said when they sang Welsh songs together. But who cared, anyway? She was alone, completely and utterly alone. She stopped touching the piano at some point, but kept singing until the song was over. And then someone clapped.

She gasped, and turned towards the door to see who was the intruder. “Jesse?”

He smiled. “Good evening, Lucie.”

He walked towards the piano, but he didn’t get too close. Lucie craved for his presence while in the ballroom, and she didn’t mind he was keeping his distance. She already appreciated his presence. But she hoped he would cut the distance and she would be able to stare in his green eyes directly. She gazed up at him.

“There is something wrong with you, tonight,” she declared, frowning. She tilted her head and observed him from head to toe. She hoped she didn’t look weird, but she thought she wasn’t doing anything wrong.

Jesse shrugged, as if he didn’t know what to say or was bored. “That’s a nice way to greet me,” he snorted.

“I don’t think I’ve offended you,” her nose crinkled, and she rolled her eyes. “I didn’t think you were the touchy type.”

“I didn’t think you as the performer type either,” he countered, advancing until he was a few feet from her.

“You don’t know many things about me. I’m a great singer, and I’ve received a lot of compliments when I once sang in front of a crowd.”

“Your parents and your brother?” he retorted, crossing his arms on his chest.

Her mouth set in a hard line. He didn’t offend her, because it was the truth. “If it’s more than one person it’s a crowd,” she replied with bitterness.

“You weren’t tone-deaf, at least.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Your voice was silvery, Lucie.”

Lucie tried to keep her face neutral, but she wanted to smile. “See, it doesn’t cost much to be nice,” she said, pressing her lips together.

She heard Jesse’s footsteps, and he sat down next to her on the bench before she could object. He hadn’t asked if he could do it, but she didn’t mind. They were alone, and she also believed they were comfortable around each other. Why was she thinking about all of this now? Jesse was sitting by her side! She stared at him. He was staring at the piano before them.

“You may have a nice voice,” he began, turning his head to focus on her, “but you don’t know how to play.”

There it was again. The snark. “Can you refrain from commenting on my skills for five minutes?”

“It’s not about your skills. It’s facts.”

She sighed and scowled at him. “I may not know how to play an instrument, but the question is: do you?”

“Of course, I do,” he replied with a smirk. “I may not have lived much time, but I definitely know how to play.”

Lucie rolled her eyes. “I’m glad for you,” her lips drew back in a snarl, and she looked away.

“Want me to teach you a simple song?”

“What?” she didn’t mean to be loud, but her voice rose an octave when she uttered the question. She covered her mouth quickly, and glanced at him. He was grinning. “Okay,” she agreed.

He seemed satisfied of her answer. “Put your hands on these keys,” he pointed at them, and Lucie obeyed. “Now press this and then this for five times.”

She didn’t know if she would do it right, but she tried. He explained her which keys she should press, and how much, for how many times. After a few minutes of practice, she could finally hear some progress. It wasn’t perfect, but it was there. There was just a point where she always mistook the keys. “I never get this right,” she lamented with a pout.

“Want to do it with me?” he asked her, and she nodded, believing that they would do it on their own side of the keyboard. So, when Jesse put his hands on hers, she shivered. Her heart started racing as he adjusted his bigger hands on her dainty ones. Strangely, they were warm. They tried the melody once, twice, and she kept on making the same mistake. She didn’t know if he knew that she was on edge because he was almost holding her hands. He had been nothing but patient with her, and had tried to give her good advice on how to avoid the mistakes she was making.

The third time they tried, something went wrong. As they moved their hands on the keys, someone decided it was time to come and watch the performance.

“By the angel!” Lucie screamed, and grabbed Jesse’s arm as a small spider came out of one of the keys.

Once it went away, she glanced at her hand clutched on his white shirt. He was staring at her, with an unreadable expression on his face. She didn’t know what expression she was displaying, but she thought she must seem scared.

“Lucie,” he murmured.

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

She instantly sobered up. She knew the answer to that question, yet she waited a few seconds before nodding her head and accepting his request.

Jesse placed his hand behind her neck and guided her face towards his, until their lips met. Lucie didn’t know what to do, since she had never been kissed, and she let him guide her through it all, until she understood what to do. He wasn’t imposing. On the other hand, he was gentle, and he was giving her time to adjust. Lucie thought his lips were soft, and she would have kept on tasting them if she hadn’t been out of air.

She panted for a moment, and sighed. He was panting as well – but wasn’t he dead?!

Her head shot up and she started at him, obviously astonished. Her eyes went wide as saucers, and she stilled. She had just kissed Jesse. How? Although the light in the music room wasn’t splendid, she realized what was different about him tonight. His sleeves weren’t rolled up at the elbow.

Impossible.

“Jesse, but, you –“

“I thought you’d never notice, Lucie.”

“How? How are you… how can I touch you? I thought that you…”

“I have no idea. And I don’t know how long it will last,” he said, as the clock on the wall struck midnight.

Lucie jumped at the sudden sound, and glared at the grandfather clock for having interrupted their moment. Once he turned to Jesse, her jaw dropped. “Jesse, you –“ she pointed at him, or what was left of him.

He looked at himself then. His face didn’t change, but Lucie saw his lip quiver before he schooled his expression back to his melancholic self. “Guess we have our answer.”

“I’m sorry, Jesse,” Lucie replied, and she was truly touched.

He stood up from the bench, or better, he went through it. Lucie stood as well. “I reckon it is time for me to leave.”

“You can stay if you want,” she offered, but she could see the defeat in his eyes. He wanted to go.

He managed a smile. “You have to go back to your celebration.”

“I don’t have to go back to anything.”

“Well, I had a long day. Goodnight, Lucie,” Jesse said, and she didn’t understand what he meant with that. She was about to ask him, but he had already disappeared into thin air, leaving her alone with herself once again.

She had taken a long break from the party, but she didn’t wish to go back to the ballroom. So, she went back to the bench and practiced the song he taught her until she got it right.

She hoped he had listened.

#tsc #tlh #blackdale #jesse blackthorn #lucie herondale #the shadowhunter chronicles #the last hours #chain of gold #chain of iron #chain of thorns #lucie and jesse #tsc fanfiction #tlh fanfic #tweety.writes

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closer-stars · 5 years ago

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Feel It - Seonghwa

Member: Seonghwa Genre: Fluff for the most part, a little bit of angst, a little bit of Drama, just a lot AU: Dance Team Word count: 6k Requested: Nope Content: both of you hate each other but might as well work together because you want to compete with the team. some food. some intense words (are they intense? idk). Note: idk what made me write this but here it is. took me forever to finish this but here it is. not yet edited/proofread cause i’m tired asf, will do so when i wake up.

You joined the dance team when you were a freshman in high school. To be honest, you’ve been dancing for a few years prior and the idea of being in a team didn’t seem like a bad idea. You saw it as an opportunity to learn more about the art that will eventually become your life. The auditions were nerve wracking to say the least, a lot of people around your age were in the room. Some of the auditionees seemed to know each other, immediately hugging or greeting each other with a lot of energy. You didn’t know some of them, maybe by face or name from the dance workshops you’ve been to but not the way they knew each other. You noticed the number of people in the room. It wasn’t a shocker that the team you auditioned for was a well known one, seeing how some of the auditionees looked so starstruck and driven to be accepted. You on the other hand didn’t expect too much, just wanting to be able to do better and be better.

The audition process went by quickly and you’re on the floor with a towel over your head. You were expecting the sweat production to be heavy but did you expect that you were going to make your shirt several shades darker? Not quite. The panel informed every one that those were accepted will be notified a week from now instead of the usual three days. The explanation being the immense number of attendees along with the level of skill.

Fast forward to now, you’ve been part of the team for nearly six years. You could consider the team your family if it weren’t for Park Seonghwa. See, you and Seonghwa entered the team through the audition. Both of you were still so young and so ambitious to be the best that you started on the wrong foot. Now, whenever the team trains, they sometimes have to make sure that both of you were on opposite sides of the room or at least far away that neither of you would fight and cause a scene. It’s come to the point that the team jokes that one isn’t truly part of the team until they’ve witnessed the both of you squabble over the smallest things.

“That’s mine, you asshole!”

“Your name’s not even on it.” Seonghwa reasons as if it were obvious. By now the team knows just how much you loved your hot Cheetos. They also knew how Seonghwa liked hot Cheetos too.

“That’s because it doesn’t take a dumbass to know. It’s fine to admit that there’s nothing in between your ears you know?” You snap back, snatching the bag of chips from him. While you didn’t mind sharing what you had with the team, when it came to him, you’d become territorial. Your arguments with him had reached the HR of the team at one point but the both of you were so stubborn they just gave up.

While you two fought endlessly, both of you were mature enough to put that to the side when it came to training. Both of you standing on opposite ends of the room. The team had eventually learned how to work around it. One of the methods being to make sure neither of you were in the same dance segment unless the entire team had to be on the floor. If both of you had to be in the same segment, they made sure neither of you interacted in it. It was for the best for everyone.

To be honest, you didn’t know much about Seonghwa. Whether or not you wanted to know more before, the arguments have made you want to keep him at an arm’s length, or several arms away if possible. All you knew about him was his name and that he studies in the same university as you. Anything else was out the window for you. Though if anyone told you anything about him, it went in one ear, then out the other.

Every year though, the team enters various competitions in order to improve and to get the name out there. But in order to have the resources to train and perform, the team holds various fundraising events that can vary from concerts, to gigs, to classes. This time, the team was holding various dance classes made by a number of members that were favorites of the general public and dance enthusiasts.

“You want us to make a what?!”

“A dance piece to teach.” Your coach stated. There was no room to argue in his tone. While your coach was warm and friendly for the most part, when he used that tone, everyone knew that arguing was impossible.

“Why do we have to teach together? I can teach a class on my own just fine.” Seonghwa asks. So could you but you doubted saying the same thing was a wise decision. The male had less of a filter than you for the most part.

“Both of you are fan favorites. I’m sure you’re both aware of how many fan pages both of you have.” He starts off with a tired sigh. It was a little late already. Everyone was changing into cleaner clothes and packing up, ready to head home.

“And even if we separate the both of you, your styles do compliment each other. Whether or not you want to admit it, the seniors and your coaches have seen and observed your improvements as individuals.” Your coach adds, his eyes scanning the both of you. You couldn’t deny the fact that you’ve created a bit of a following online. You didn’t really take notice of the numbers but you’ve noticed how often you come across a fan page or a fan online and offline. You weren’t sure with Seonghwa but if what your coach said was right-- which it usually was, then you can just imagine how much of a following he has created as well.

You were more than flattered and relieved to hear that you were improving, that the people you’ve looked up to since you were a child were seeing it, you could be on cloud nine right now. Could be since your nightmare of working with your rival is happening as you speak.

“Coach, are you sure about--” You could barely finish your question when he gives both of you a look. He was always a little terrifying when angry. You didn’t want to push your limits so you closed your mouth.

“Yes, I’m sure of this. If neither of you can fix your differences in time for your dance class, consider yourselves out of the competing pool for the upcoming competition.” He ends the conversation there, slamming the envelope down on the floor. The room had gotten silent from the outburst, the members that were left behind quickly leave the room. No one wanted to see the hell your coach could raise when provoked.

“You have a month before the fundraising classes. Create a forty second piece. The genre’s up to you. ” He finishes the statement before walking out, leaving the both of you unsure of what to do, much less approach the situation.

Your gaze falls onto the open door, before heading to your bag. “We’re talking about this tomorrow, before and after training.” Seonghwa states with a tired sigh. You could barely look at the male and you just hum in response. You hoist your bag up on your shoulder, closing the lights as soon as the male left the studio.

“See you then.”

“Bye.”

The next few days were stressful. Alongside the daily trainings with the team, you had to spend additional time with this ingrate. Though both of you had similar styles, you couldn’t seem to agree on a song to work on. Oftentimes, you needed a third party to make sure neither of you went for the other’s throat. The only people that could deal with your constant bickerings and bring you back to reality were a few other members roughly around your age that knew when to shut the both of you up.

“Seonghwa, you’re not listening. Not everyone’s going to be able to do that texture.”

“That’s the point of taking dance classes. To learn.”

“Seonghwa, you just sound like you want to show off.”

“It sounds more like a you problem.”

“I swear to fucking--”

“Guys.” Hongjoong states and it gets the both of you to shut up. A quiet groan and you put your head back where it should be.

The both of you eventually formed the habit of overstaying in the studio, it went to the point where the guards have to tell you to leave.

Most of the brainstorming and choreographing sessions would have you trying to be realistic with the male while he stubbornly nitpicks at your suggestions. It was one of the reasons why both of you never seemed to get along. You knew your limits and you pushed yourself past those limits at a steady pace, the other knew his limits and yet bursted those limits in ways that didn’t seem possible. While your styles were complimentary, your approach to the art were completely different. It was already a miracle in itself that both of you eventually agreed on one song.

“You’re lacking a hit in that beat.”

“Lower.”

“That’s all you can do?” Hearing these types of words over and over in different ways was getting to you. You already had a few counts in mind to continue from where he will leave off but he wanted you to get his parts right first.

“Seonghwa, this piece isn’t even for the team. It’s for those who are taking our classes, aka those who aren’t part of the team?” You mumble as you push yourself to hit the right beats at the right angles. At the corner of your eye, you can see his ever popular stare. You already knew what he was going to say and you had to tune it out. It took a lot out of you not to snap at him there. “Tone down on the popping, you aren’t Mingi in case you’re going through an identity crisis.” You sigh. “Also, too strong pops don’t match the mood of the song.”

“We’ve trained with this team for how long and that’s all you can do?” He sighs, before showing you once more what his segment was for what was the nth time. If it weren’t for how exhausted you were, you wouldn’t have such a short temper with him. He was starting to get too into the technicalities of the piece, forgetting the emotions conveyed by the song. The two of you go over his part until both of you can barely do any of the steps without your limbs practically flailing about.

“Call it a night, Seonghwa. We still have training tomorrow and it’s apparently going to be core day.” You groan as you finally let yourself crash to the floor to massage your sore legs. You looked up at the devil incarnate only to see that he was still on his feet, going through the choreography weakly.

You shake your head and lean against the wall, opting to let your body rest to prepare for tomorrow’s gruesome schedule and just watch him do his thing. A part of you wanted to suggest another song, that didn’t have both of you moving so close to each other. Another part of you knew that you guys were already too into this piece, to start anew would be a waste of time and energy at this point. It was only when he stumbles over his own two feet that he agrees with you, though begrudgingly.

“Fine, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He groans as he goes through his things, without warning, he changes his shirt in your presence. You managed to look away before you could see anything, waiting until he was finished by the door. You figured from there that was conceited enough to do such in a room that was surrounded with mirrors. Even if you hated his guts, it was already second nature in you to wait for everyone to leave the studio before closing everything for the day. He shuts off the lights and speakers, a mindless thank you slipping from his tired lips.

You don’t notice the thank you.

The dreaded day comes and the entire team groans out from the pain as they try to cheer each other on to the end of the drills. You don’t know how the others exactly felt but you can already feel your muscles burning from the intensity. Your coach and the other senior members would monitor everyone, usually pushing other members who were struggling to push themselves further. It was a blessing they knew what works best for each member to improve. The training session ends with everyone on the floor, too spent to move another inch off the floor. Your chest was rapidly heaving from the amount of energy and strength you had to exert in order to keep up. If your mind didn’t remind you of your choreography with Seonghwa after the training you probably might have fallen asleep in the studio. Not that it was the first time either.

Your coach lets everyone catch their breath first, before he asked the members who were part of the fundraiser for an update.

Shit.

You push yourself up into a sitting position, despite the burn in your muscles. It wasn’t easy trying to get Seonghwa’s attention from across the room. A hard glare his way eventually worked and he staggers towards you. Everyone was softly buzzing with chatters of what to eat after training, what they were looking forward to with these workshops and so on.

“Got a plan?” You ask, referring to the fact the both of you only had his choreography down. You haven’t been able to teach yours because of his next to impossible perfectionism. You didn’t want to disappoint your coach. You wanted to take part in the competition too. He bites his lower lip and shakes his head. “Good, cause I do.”

Your coach doesn’t ask for any explanation. He just asks the both of you to do what you guys have so far. If you did the math, you only had a week to teach Seonghwa your part and another week to clean the entire thing from start to finish. You were scared but you had to push through. So the both of you dance the first half of the piece. To the untrained eye, both of you looked good dancing together: bodies moving in sync, facials were there, and both of you were in the pocket for the most part. To the trained eyes though (or at least, the team’s), they can see and feel the slight hint of awkwardness (and if they squint, the disdain) the both of you had for being so close to each other. It was a surprise nonetheless to have both of you be in such close proximity to each other and look like a team (or at least, trying to look). You try not to notice the worry in some of the members, try not to notice the hawk eyes your coach has on both of you. The both of you break away from each other, once the choreography ends. Much to most of the team’s dismay.

“Is that it?” Your coach asks, still not impressed. “It felt too short, and that was all Seonghwa’s style wasn’t it?” He presses. If either of you fucks up the next move, both of you were done for.

You glance over at Seonghwa for a moment before you answer. “It’s not yet done, Coach. I’m teaching him my part today.” He gestures for you to continue to your part. Seonghwa watches you, taking a few steps back. You only had five seconds leeway to let him know to stay in place. You had no time to explain what your choreography was.

You drop down to his waist, and keep eye contact with him, then bounce back up as you continue to dance. It was needed in pieces after all to maintain eye contact with your partner especially in pieces such as this. It was also what made you gain a loyal following: eye contact with the crowd or any camera that you could spot. Your part amped up the heat for the room. You couldn’t feel Seonghwa’s body dancing near you, but you could feel the amount of eyes on you as you delivered what you’ve been practicing at home. When it came to the parts where you thought of interacting with him in the choreography, you would dance around his figure, or have your fingertips trail lightly across the expanse of his torso. Your part ends with your arms resting on his shoulders, thus finishing the entire piece.

The male was still dazed on his feet, a little too shocked for words at how you went closer to his figure more than possible. He could still feel how your fingers felt against his waist, how you looked on your knees while sporting that flirty smirk that you wear during performances. If he was only more confident in his freestyling, he probably would have danced around you as well.

“Better.” The both of you notice the hint of a grin on your coach’s face. The looks of surprise and flustered cheeks on some of your members, bless the younger members who had to see that. “Seonghwa, take note of how they move. The groove’s there and very much fitting to the song and mood. You don’t have to change much about your part anymore but keep it relaxed and loose. Relax especially when it comes to their part of the choreography but keep the energy constant okay?” He tells him. He then shifts his attention to you and you could’ve sworn you can feel your heart drop in expectation and fear. “Now, your part. I can see your style in it with hints of Seonghwa’s. Keep that. Don’t rush while dancing, there’s a set time and pace in it anyways. Explore also your space. I know you’re a little shorter than Seonghwa here but maximize what you got okay?” He then proceeds to praise both of you for the choreography so far, hoping that both of you would warm up to each other before the day of the workshop cause otherwise it would get too obvious.

“Your piece is something for couples, if you really want to sell this, at least pretend.”

With that, the training for the day ends. The rest of the members were leaving the room, one by one, some of them wishing the both of you luck. Eventually, the two of you were the only ones left and the tension was palpable. You were about to teach your part when his voice breaks through the silence.

“I told you to keep your energy constant. My part was already o--”

“Park Seonghwa, shut the fuck up before I lose it.” You snap at him, your eyes trained on his reflection on the mirror. You were exhausted from the drills, you were high on adrenaline from dancing in front of your coach and the team, you were elated with the praise and constructive criticism, but you were also tired of his perfectionist and degrading ways.

“Why do I have to match your energy and style? Coach already said that the part we did had all of you and almost none of me until we reached my part. Mind you, I tried my best to incorporate your style into it regardless. Do I still have to prove my worth in this team to you, Seonghwa? Cause I’ve done a lot of proving of it when we both entered the team. Had to prove myself to Coach, the senior members and alumni and even to my parents. Yeah okay my parents were initially supportive but we ended up butting heads, did you know that? Or were you too caught up with your own ego to stand out? Fuck’s sake, Seonghwa, we started on this team on the same level. Why do I have to prove myself to you too?” You snap, your phone now causing a loud boom against the floor.

Seonghwa looks at you with raised eyebrows. He was always more controlled when it came to showing emotions in the team, ironic since he was the most expressive on stage. He didn’t understand your struggle until your outburst. He was dumbfounded and guilty to put it simply. He watches you pour out all your hardships and anger at him, something he eventually thinks that he deserves. He didn’t think his heart could break at the sight of you crying but it does. He couldn’t get himself to worry over the phone that you threw to the floor. He wasn’t sure if he should even approach them while they cry their heart out. Truthfully speaking, after that outburst, he didn’t really think that approaching them to comfort them would be a good idea. So he does the next best. “Here.” He mumbles, handing them their towel and water. The male lets her cry out everything she’s been holding on to. How else could he even comfort them when he was the cause of a good portion of their hardships? He waits until their breathing evens out, watching them regain their composure before he speaks up again. “If you can still teach me your part, I’ll cooperate.” his voice was a lot more careful and toned down as compared to the years you’ve worked with him.

You stare at the male through puffy eyes and with a huff, you grab your eye drops to ease the pain of crying earlier. “Let’s go.” You mumble as you set your phone up. “We have an hour until they kick us out again. Double time tomorrow.” You add before, you go through the first few counts. The both of you manage to maximize the remaining hour with the general movement of the choreography all while incorporating both your styles. By the end of it, both of you were sweating bullets. Bodies were pushed to your limits and in need of sustenance.

“You got anything tomorrow?” Seonghwa asks through heavy panting as he wipes away the sweat that still runs down his temple.

“Besides, training, I’m free why?” You ask, downing what was left in your water bottle. You were too tired to even realize that he was once again, shirtless, in front of you.

“I was going to ask if you want to grab something to eat before heading home. Also because I owe you an apology, but we can’t stay too long in this place.” He notes, as the lights were slowly being shut off by the guards.

You glance behind you as you sigh, still too sore to move. “You got a point there. I can barely move too much on an empty stomach anyways so fine.” You mumble as you push yourself up with a groan. He was already up on his feet, casting a sympathetic smile your way as you gather the remaining strength in you to walk to the nearest store that was still open.

Eventually, both of you end up in a tonkatsu restaurant. Both of you were too tired and hungry to talk until the side dishes were served. You eat in silence, focusing first on your rumbling stomachs before any sort of discussion began.

“I’m sorry.” It was him who spoke up first. His utensils by the side after he finished his share. He meets your gaze with guilt in his eyes. “I was wrong for having treated you like that.” He continues. “I don’t have any alibi for what I did. I understand also if you don’t accept my apology.” Before he could continue, your respective meals were served.

“Let’s eat first, Seonghwa. We’re both too hungry and thirsty to deal with anything else properly.” You chide gently, as you gesture for him to eat up first. The both of you then eat in silence, there wasn’t any rush tonight. Neither of you could feel your legs after the entire training, and if you guys finished earlier than expected, there was a convenience store nearby where the both of you could kill time and make amends in.

True enough, both of you end up in the convenience store. It was your turn to start talking. “I don’t know why you did what you did to me, Seonghwa. It’s going to take time for me to forgive you.” You state as you watch people come and go past the convenience store. He does the same, occasionally looking at the yogurt drink in front of him. “I accept your apology still but like what I said, forgiving you will take a while.” You continue. “I respected you, y’know? The first few meetings even if we started on the wrong footing. I thought you were a really cool person and an amazing dancer already. But then, your comments just got too much…” You trail off, he knew where it was going. That’s what led both of you to be where you were now. Even if he admitted that he did what he did because he wanted to see you improve, and because of your potential, it wouldn’t excuse the effect his words had on you. He listens to you closely, sharing what you were comfortable sharing with him. He should’ve known that you worked better under praise.

“After all this, I hope that we work better... until at least our workshop.” You say, your eyes heavy on his figure. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for how guilty he looked, yet you couldn’t get yourself to immediately forgive him.

“Yeah, of course. I promise, I won’t talk shit. I’ll cooperate.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it Seonghwa.”

The remaining weeks went by without a hitch. The rest of the team eventually realizes the lack of bickerings from both of you. Both of you still stay on opposite ends of the room, but the malice isn’t present anymore.

“You think they banged?” Mingi mumbles to Yunho. Only to be met with a whack from Hongjoong. “Mingi, not everyone hate fucks…” The older mumbles with a tired sigh, stealing a handful of pringles from the younger. They glance over at the both of you: though you were on opposite ends of the room, it was obvious that both of you were going through the piece in your heads.

When they look at Seonghwa, they could see how relaxed his movements have become compared to before. He wasn’t as serious as before, and it was clear with his facial expressions. The same thing could go for you, you were cleaner with your executions, even when the both of you weren’t going all out with your movements, the boys could see the huge difference. Your coach definitely was on to something to have both of you become a unit.

The boys decided to stay and give you guys some company, and mostly to make sure none of you were at each other’s throats. They also wanted to see the final piece before anyone else did, especially when you told Mingi and Yunho that the piece was going to be finished by today. Cue, Wooyoung, San and Yeosang bouncing towards the two of you wanting to see it as well. Soon enough the entire crew was there, and Seonghwa had to apologize for his group of friends being too energetic. You didn’t mind it. You told him that it was a good opportunity to gain some opinions and suggestions to other parts if need be.

The finishing pose had both of you on the floor. You were used to Seonghwa’s rather suggestive antics by now and so was he to you. Though, unlike him, you always had a different pose every run so to have you act so bashful yet suggestive in front of your friends was an appreciated mood breaker. If you hadn’t done so, both your friends would’ve said something stupid. Regardless, they said nothing but praises much to your relief and his.

“We’re taking your class, by the way!” Wooyoung pipes up afterwards as you catch your breath. Both you and Seonghwa look at the rest of them.

“Fine but one condition.”

You stare at Seonghwa, unsure of what would come out of his lips.

“You’re going to be each other’s dance partner for this piece.” You glance at everyone’s faces. You knew how extra dancers can be especially if in their comfort zone. The extra goes to the hundreds when it comes to these boys. You were a little terrified but also, their presence in your workshop would help you calm down.

“Hyung, we’re seven though…”

“Six. Jongho already took the role of being in charge of documentation.” He corrects with a grin. You were just looking at the two sides exchanging friendly taunts and challenges. The chaos that ensues as the boys try to pick who they’d do the choreography with was enough to make your stomach hurt.

You had to lie on the floor from all the laughing. You had to wave your hands in defeat for them to tone down the chaos. Your arms struggle to push yourself up, ready to call it a day after the long hours of dancing. The staff then enters the room telling you that you only had five minutes left as there was another group that would be using the studio. The rest of you manage to pack up quickly, cleaning up after yourselves. Odd enough, you couldn’t find your bag and you were sure you never moved it from where you dropped it earlier.

“Looking for this?” Seonghwa calls from over your shoulder, your bag clinging onto his shoulder.

“Yeah, thanks.” A relieved sigh slipping from your lips as you reach out for it. He takes a step back though, a mischievous smirk gracing his lips. Has he been moisturizing them? A confused frown appears on your features at his actions. “Give it to me.” You whine, following after him.

“No. You’re tired. Let me carry it while we get dinner.”

“Why are you such a creature of habit?”

“Someone has to be between the two of us.”

As you bicker, the remaining seven were waiting for you outside the studio, hearing the two of you bicker.

“Mingi, you’re buying me a protein shake if they end up together.” San challenged.

“Buy me a new computer if they don’t.”

“Deal.”

The day of your workshop has arrived, and it was the last workshop for the entire fundraising event. Nerves were starting to get jittery and you were a little grateful you opted to buy coffee on the go rather than drink one prior to the workshop. You saw the students lined up outside the studio, all of which you greeted as you searched for your partner. “Where’s Seonghwa?” You whispered to your fellow member who was by the door. She gestures that he’s already inside, making sure the speakers were properly set up. She pushes the door open for you and you’re greeted by his back facing you. Before any thought about it could rise up, he notices your presence, a smile lighting up his face.

“Right on time. We got a workshop to do, partner.” He muses lightly, plugging his phone as he starts to play some music. You set your belongings to the side, throwing a small smile at him. He spots that it doesn’t reach your eyes and he pokes the corners of your lips upwards. “Come on, we’ll do fine. We’ve prepared an entire month for this.” He reassures you. He did have a point and so you flash another smile, a confident one this time.

“Let’s go.”

The past two hours go by without a hitch. The students were having fun, occasionally distracted by Yunho’s contagious laughter. Even you and Seonghwa would laugh at how the class’s energy was overall a good one. The students ask for the both of you to perform the choreography after having done a run themselves. Both of you exchange glances, unspoken questions that eventually were answered with Seonghwa standing up and giving the students what they wanted. An amused snort was your response and you follow his footsteps. Jongho already had his camera out, ready to record the entire run.

“Last run ever. Make it count.”

Even if your hair was already a mess and both of you were glistening with sweat, neither of you held back for this run. It was probably one of your best runs if you had to be honest. Both bodies were moving in sync, even your energies were responding to each other. You held him closer to your body than usual, not minding how close his face was to yours. His touches seemed to have a more suggestive undertone as compared to before. Each interaction you had resulted in squeals from the students, clearly affected by how both of you were dancing.

He wasn’t sure either if he caught you smirking up at him while you were on your knees.

The piece ends with both of you close to each other’s bodies, breaking apart from each other once the song goes back to the start. That was the only time a smile breaks your features. The both of you bow to the students, thanking them for their time and energy to be with the both of you. Some students approach the both to take photos with them to commemorate the event which neither of you could say no to. After all the celebration between the students and the team, the two of you were left in the studio, packing up your things.

“You did well there.” Seonghwa says now that both of you were alone. Your workshop was the last one for the day and everyone else was already out eating dinner to celebrate the success of the fundraiser. You look at him through the mirror as you wipe your sweat. Even if your towel had half your face obscured, the way your eyes lit up and curved into crescents had his heart skipping.

“You didn’t do so bad yourself, either.” You return with ease, hanging the towel over your shoulder as you pick up your bag. Before you could continue, both of your phones buzz with a message. All of a sudden, the two of you burst into jumps and elated yelling.

“Training next week?”

“2PM in the same studio?”

“Yup!”

“Nice!”

Overwhelmed with happiness, they ended up crashing into a hug. This was probably the ninth hug you’ve shared with him this entire day-- not that you counted it or anything. You pull away from him, looking up at his elated face, and him to yours.

“Congratulations. Looks like we’re going to have to suffer for a little longer.” He teases you lightly, hoisting his bag up over his shoulder.

You snort at such statement. “I mean, from the looks of it, I don’t think it’s suffering anymore.” You return, following his footsteps closely as you look over at the now dim studio.

“That’s a good point to raise. More dinners with you, if anything.” He adds as both of you walk to the convenience store where both of you first ate together.

“Seonghwa, just admit that you just want to steal more of my coffee jelly.”

Fast forward to the competition day, all of you gave your everything on that floor where everyone from not only in the venue but also through their computer screens can watch you. You stepped down that stage gasping for air, and if the situation let you, you could’ve just fallen asleep on the floor. The other members hold onto you as everyone made their way backs to their seats: your legs still too exhausted to take another step on their own. Seonghwa right by your side, with a bottle of water for you. His eyes wrought with concern over your near crumpled figure. You definitely had pushed yourself too far the past few days. Regardless of what happens, you were able to give your heart out on that floor with a team that mattered so much to you.

The rest managed to give their best on stage despite the jet lag of traveling from Korea to LA. Some of the members were in their seats, fast asleep to catch up on the lost sleep from the past few days of intensive training. Seonghwa and you were one of those who were slouched over on your seats. You had your head leaning against his shoulder, while his head rested against yours. Both of you didn’t realize that your fingers were loosely interlocked with one another’s.

Your coach tells the members to wake those who were asleep in time for them to announce the results. Neither of you seemed to mind that you were holding each other’s hands when you woke up. The minutes felt like eternity as they slowly announced who took the bronze and the silver. Seonghwa holding onto your hand as tightly as he could as everyone was silently praying that your team would take home the gold.

True enough, the hosts announce your team as the winner for this year’s competition, resulting in everyone jumping and hollering in joy. You drop to your knees, elated to know that your months of sweat, lack of sleep and stress had paid off. Seonghwa was jumping around wildly, pulling you up and into his arms. “We did it! We won!” He exclaims. Without another thought, his lips graze against your temple and that was enough to wake you up.

He notices you stiffen up in his arms. “I-I’m sorry! I got too caught up in my happiness…” He tries to reason, pulling away as he rubs his neck.

“..C-can you do that again?” You ask shyly. He looks at you with wide eyes, unable to believe what he had just heard.

Before either of you could answer, everyone was already pushing each other to go on stage to celebrate with the other winners.

Needless to say, your friends had taken a few photos of that interaction and have sent the both of you the photos of you sleeping against each other, along with that kiss.

#ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez seonghwa #my writings #this got pretty long for my standards oops #anyways did the editing amen

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vanilla-bean-buttercream · 5 years ago

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Doubling Our DNA - Chapter 6

Pairings: Future Logince & Moxiety | Platonic/Queerplatonic Analogical & Royality Characters: Thomas, Remus, a few oc’s you’re going to hate Chapter warnings: dream-reality confusion, spiders, psychological torture, paralysis, physical torture, gore, blood, imprisonment, physical restraints, disturbing imagery, inability to talk, discussions of character death, self-inflicted injury Word Count: 5,027

Summary:

“Said the cunning spider to the fly, "Dear friend, what shall I do, To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?” - The Spider and the Fly

Or alternatively, when Thomas met Remus.

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...Four years ago...

Thomas landed on his stomach with a low grunt. He clutched his still throbbing head and whined. A dull pain in his right shoulder where an electric shock penetrated his jacket caused his arm muscles to spasm and twitch.

A voice laughed behind him.

“Good luck, kid. You’re going to need it.”

The door slammed closed and locked.

Thomas slowly pushed himself onto his hands and knees. The floor was surprisingly soft, as were the walls. He couldn’t tell if the room was completely white or he couldn’t see right.

The low hum of a fan above him sounded like a microwave on high. There were no windows and only one door. A large mirror took up the wall to his right.

Oh. Oh no. Where- where was he? It looked like a padded cell from the movies he’d watch. He was still in IODNA, right? Was this where they were holding him until they could figure out how to get rid of him? Why was this room-

Thomas caught sight of someone sitting in the corner with their back facing him. They were wearing all white- a turtleneck and sweatpants- and no shoes. Thick brown straps with golden buckles cradled their short and wild caramel-colored hair. They seemed to have their forehead pressed up against the wall. Their arms hugged their shoulders, and if Thomas listened close enough, they sounded like they were asleep.

Should Thomas call out to them? Were they okay? Why would those scientists put him in here with someone else? Weren't isolated rooms like this supposed to be one occupant each? Or, was this person trying to escape? They wore the IODNA prisoner uniform, so they must’ve been someone… not dangerous, but gifted. Hopefully, they were just gifted and not dangerous.

Thomas took a deep breath. Maybe calling out to them wouldn’t be an awful idea.

“Hello?” Thomas greeted. “Hey, are you awake?”

The person slowly turned their head. Thomas yelped and backed into the door behind him. He tried to reach for a door handle, but there wasn’t one.

The person’s face was covered completely in solid metal, except for two black circles where the eyes should’ve been. Thomas couldn't tell if there was a nose or mouth hole. How were they breathing? Why were they in that strange mask? The words from the scientist echoed in his head. Thomas’s throat dried out as his stomach churned.

“New friend?” the person said, their hypernasal voice muffled. They tilted their head to the side like a curious cat.

Thomas opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t find his voice.

The person stood, their movements too fluid to be real. They crept toward him, their feet pigeon-toed against the soft padded floor.

“Please,” Thomas whispered, “please stop. Stay back.”

The person listened. Their head tilted to the other side, the face mask hiding what true emotion they carried underneath. Thomas really hoped it was just playful confusion.

“Stay back,” they repeated.

Thomas nodded his head like a jackhammer. “Please.”

The person sat about six feet away from him. A black mist leaked from the nose holes in their mask as if they were burning. It dissipated in the air seconds later. They put their hands on their knees.

The two of them stared at each other for what felt like hours. Neither dared to move a muscle. Neither dared to speak. Thomas wished he could hear a clock so he didn’t have to listen to his quick beating heart.

“You’re here to play, aren’t you?” the person asked.

“No,” Thomas shook his head. “I was here with a friend. I was going to help people, but- but it didn’t work. I got caught.”

“Caught? Like a fly in a spider web.”

Thomas swallowed, the visual making him nauseous. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“Soon to have your guts sucked out of your body and swallowed whole, unable to move, unable to scream, paralyzed from the head down, and at the mercy of the spider who caught you.”

The mist grew thicker the more they spoke. It didn’t disappear like before. Instead, it hung over the person’s head like a dark brainstorming cloud.

The person continued, “You’re afraid of spiders?”

Thomas nodded. He didn’t want to ask how they knew. He was more worried about how the cloud was starting to engulf the room. If it kept spreading at this rate, Thomas would have no choice but to breathe it in. He covered his nose with his shirt.

The room started to warp around him. It looked like a drop of water hit the surface of a puddle. Thomas’s lungs screamed for air. He covered his mouth and nose with his hand and held his breath. The smoke burned his eyes, and tears ran down his face. They mixed with the black dust and created a black sludge on his cheek.

Eventually, Thomas lost the battle and opened his mouth to take a breath. His body felt like a strong wave crashed over him. He fell over. The dust smelled like incense and tasted like ash. His muscles relaxed, and Thomas felt more tired than he ever had before.

His body was falling. Falling where? He didn’t know, but he was definitely moving. The ground below him disappeared.

The person's voice cooed, “It’s time for tea, little miss muffet.”

Event #2535

Subject Identification: #90

Sex: Male

Age: 24

Notes:

After a breach in security resulting in the loss of Subject #352, captured human has been placed in a room with Subject #90 to be disposed of.

Actions:

Request for the morgue to prepare for immediate cremation

Status: COMPLETE

Thomas awoke in total darkness. He felt like he was floating on his back in a pool. No, he wasn’t floating in water. It was more stable than that, almost like a hammock.

Thomas groaned. He squeezed his eyes shut to try and starve off the low throb in his temples. It didn’t work, but he tried. He struggled to move his arms from their raised position above his head, but he found them very much stuck. Thomas pulled a little harder. They still didn’t budge. Thomas tried his legs, which were stuck spread out and also didn’t move. He kicked and wiggled, but nothing gave way.

“Hey,” he called out into the nothingness around him. “Hey, can anyone hear me? Where am I? I think... I need help.”

His own echo answered. Still, Thomas didn’t give up. He trashed the best he could, moving arms, legs, hips, abs, anything that would respond. Nothing moved more than a few inches.

Eventually, Thomas’s muscles screamed for a respite. He stopped moving, whatever holding him there bouncing like a trampoline until it tapered into stillness, and took deep breaths. Sweat soaked his brow. He hadn’t managed to free anything even a little bit.

“Hello? Can anyone hear me?” Thomas tried again. “Please, someone, tell me what’s going on.”

A voice, a whisper at first, echoed in the dark. Thomas had to focus if he wanted to make out its words. Fortunately for him, they got louder and louder, like slowly turning up the volume on a television.

...the itsy bitsy spider climbed up its victim's leg...

Thomas jolted. Something touched his leg. Something prickly and sticky, like a sap covered tree branch. Thomas tried to pull his leg back, but it didn’t work.

...the itsy bitsy spider wants to hear you beg...

Thomas’s body dipped down like something heavy stood on the hammock. No, he realized with a sense of dread. This wasn’t a hammock at all, was it? This was- oh no-

...the itsy bitsy spider feeds off your deepest fear...

This was a spider web, and he was the fly caught in it. Something wet dripped on Thomas’s cheek, and he recoiled. Hot steam scorched his neck. It smelled like sewage. A low growl hiss vibrated his body.

..the itsy bitsy spider will make you disappear...

Thomas started to shiver. He couldn’t see the spider, but he could feel it towering over him. It must've been five feet long and weighed twice as much as he did. Its leg brushed up against his right armpit. Another leg pressed between his ear and his left arm.

“Stop,” Thomas said, his voice shaking. “Leave me alone.”

The spider’s laugh rumbled through Thomas’s chest. “Why, little fly, should I listen to you?”

Wet fangs brushed Thomas’s neck, and he screamed. The spider merely laughed. A tongue- at least Thomas imagined it was a tongue- licked his jugular. It burned like acid. Thomas felt like his skin peeled off down to the muscle.

“Juicy,” the spider said.

It licked again. Thomas’s entire head went numb. His jaw froze open, and his throat couldn’t do anything but bubble with its drowned scream. Thomas squeezed his eyes shut.

“Scream some more, please,” it begged. “I want to hear you scream. Otherwise, this is no fun.”

The spiderweb below Thomas bounced as the spider shifted its position. Its abdomen now squished up against Thomas’s gut.

“Or at least beg for your life, little fly.”

Thomas tried. Honest, he did. However, with the spider crushing his chest and his throat unable to open, he couldn’t do much besides pray this was over soon.

Think, Thomas, think! What got rid of spiders. His dad? No- a glass to trap it in- no- a rolled-up newspaper! He imagined a giant rolled-up newspaper. He imagined it towering over the spider, ready to strike. Why, he didn’t know, but at least he felt like he was doing something to save his life.

The spider hesitated. It stood and eased the pressure from Thomas’s chest.

“What’s this?” the spider whispered.

Thwack.

The spider shrieked. The web gave way, and the two of them fell. Web wrapped around Thomas’s body and the spider, locking them together.

The ground caught them and shattered Thomas’s rib cage. A loud pop followed cold slime gushing over Thomas’s body. He gagged as some got up his nose. The taste of glue mixed with dead fish infiltrated his mouth. The slime wave lasted for a few seconds, but it stuck to Thomas’s entire body and soaked his clothes to the bone.

The spider’s body on top of him was dead weight.

Thomas spit the slime off his lips. He struggled to push the spider and web off his body. Slowly, slowly, like a wiggling worm, Thomas freed himself. He stood and backed away from the dead spider until he fell backward. Thomas scrambled to his feet again.

Was it over? Was he safe now? Were there more of them? Where was he?

Thomas's whole body shivered from adrenaline and the cold. Teeth chattered and echoed around him. He couldn’t take a deep breath. Instead, he settled on sharp inhales and exhales that barely kept him conscious.

Step. By step. By slow step, Thomas blindly made his way through the dark. He tried to rub warmth back in his arms. His shivers turned into strong pants which turned into hard sobs. Tears washed away the slime on his face, or at least, pushed it to his chin. It dripped onto the ground below him and made him slip a few times, but Thomas always caught his balance. Spiderweb cocooned his face and arms, but he couldn’t care less to pull them off right now.

He had to find a way out of here.

Footsteps behind him stopped Thomas in his tracks. He didn't want to turn around, too afraid to find out what was behind him, but he did anyway.

"How did you do that?" a voice asked him. It sounded like the person with the scary mask.

Thomas squinted, but he couldn't see anything. He asked, "Do what?"

"How did you control my nightmare?"

"Nightmare?" Thomas blinked. A vague outline of someone standing a few feet away came into his vision. He asked, "What do you mean?"

"My nightmare," the voice repeated.

"I don't know," Thomas replied.

The voice stayed silent. For a moment, Thomas thought they disappeared.

There was a shaky breath before they continued, "No one ever controlled my nightmare before. Are you… are you like me? You know... do you have a DNA?"

"Everyone has DNA-"

"No! A DNA."

"I don't understand-"

"Defective Natural Ability. A DNA."

"I don't think so. I sometimes can-" Hands covered Thomas’s mouth. A hiss shushed him. Thomas wrinkled his nose as sour breath hit his face. It smelled just like the spider.

"They are watching."

"Who is watching?"

"Them. The fae. They're watching us."

Thomas blinked. A white door appeared, lighting up the room. The person in front of him had bright green eyes and a sad smile. Small strands of hair formed on their lips. How old were they? They looked like a teenager, but Thomas couldn't be sure.

"Go through the door. It'll wake you up," they explained.

Thomas watched them for a while. Was this a trick? Was this kid lying? Could he trust them? Could he risk not trusting them?

"What's your name? Thomas asked.

"Subject #90."

"No, I mean your real name, not your number."

They hesitated, and they offered a little laugh. They looked down at the floor, and a whimper passed their lips. "I don't have one."

Thomas's heart ached. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it soon after. He gathered his thoughts and tried again. "You don't?"

"No." They shrugged. "The fae always call me Subject #90. That's my name."

Thomas's heart ached. He nodded his head and said, "Oh. My name is-"

Subject #90 covered Thomas's mouth with their hands and shushed him. They looked over their shoulder and chewed on their lip. When they turned back, their eyes held a glint in them that Thomas couldn't read.

"Don't say your name here," they said. "The fae are listening."

Thomas mumbled behind their hand, "Who are the fae?"

“You know,” Subject #90 lowered their voice, “The fae.”

Right. How stupid of him. However, Thomas didn’t feel like invalidating the poor thing, so he nodded his head and responded, “Okay.”

Subject #90 nodded as well. "That's how they control you."

Thomas rose a brow. Subject #90 lowered their hands and gestured to the door with their head. Thomas eyed the door with a wary expression. He took a step toward it, and it creaked open. On the other side, he could see his body slumped against the door of the padded room, his head resting on his chest.

Thomas turned his attention back to Subject #90. Their smile was sad, regretful almost. They wrung their hands together and looked down.

“Thanks for playing with me,” they said. Their head glanced up. “It’s been a while since someone played with me.”

Thomas couldn’t help the sad smile that crossed his lips. Even if Subject #90 did trap him in this nightmare, something about them was so melancholy, so disheartening, that Thomas couldn’t help but be kind. How did they go so long without a name? How much kindness had Subject #90 seen?

He heard this place was awful, but not until this moment did it hit him how awful it was.

“You’re welcome,” Thomas replied at last.

Subject #90’s genuine smile answered him. Thomas turned back to the door, took a deep breath, and stepped through the portal. A shining light blinded him, and Thomas shielded his face with his hands.

The next time Thomas opened his eyes, he was strapped down to a metal table being rushed through a hallway.

Thomas blinked. He tried to sit up, but leather straps covered his chest and arms. He was moving way too fast and was too disoriented to sit up anyway. His head flopped to the side.

“Hang in there, kid. We’ll be there soon,” a voice spoke.

Who was that? Their voice sounded so soothing. Thomas groaned and closed his eyes once again.

The next time Thomas opened his eyes, he was in a hospital room. A heart monitor beeped beside him, and whispering traveled through the doorway. He caught a few words.

Survived.

No eyes.

Miracle.

What happened?

Thomas rolled his head to the right. He could see out the window. The day was bright, and the clouds were puffy like pillows.

Did someone save him? Was he out of IODNA?

“He’s awake.”

Thomas turned his head back to the left. A doctor with a clipboard and a white facemask walked into the room. He stood at Thomas’s bed and scribbled something down before he looked up.

“Hello there,” the doctor said. “You gave us quite a scare, you know. We thought you were dead.”

Thomas opened his mouth, but his dry throat didn’t allow any words to escape. He swallowed and tried again.

The doctor continued, “Shh, you’re safe now. Don’t speak unless you have to. Subject #90 wreaks havoc on the body. It’s a miracle you survived. He’s never left anyone alive before.”

Subject #90.

Thomas’s brain screamed. He was still in IODNA, but he must be on the top level. He looked at the IVs running through his arm and noticed a strange blue liquid flowing through the tubes. What was that? Why couldn’t he move?

“Once you gain the ability to speak again, I’ll need to know a few things, such as your name and age. I’ll also need to run some tests to find out if Subject #90’s nightmare dust is still in your veins. We’re doing lab work right now to try and determine how you survived his defect.”

Thomas flinched at that. He watched the doctor write a few more things down and click his pen off and on.

“So, this is the one who survived.”

Thomas turned his head back to the doorway. The man who walked in had silver hair slicked back into a ponytail. His blue eyes studied Thomas through glasses that had more spots on them than a dalmatian. Of what, Thomas didn’t know, but they could use a good cleaning. The man stepped closer and sat at the edge of Thomas’s bed. The wrinkles in his eyes showed the genuine delight of an aged man.

“I’m very interested to know how,” he added. Thomas’s eyes widened. This was the man that spoke to him on the way here, the one with the soothing voice.

Thomas tried to speak, but his throat betrayed him once again.

The man chuckled and shook his head. He said, “I’d imagine you suffered quite a bit of trauma from that. No one that I know of has ever survived more than a minute with Subject #90. But you... you went a whole ten minutes and came out alive. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”

Funny, Thomas didn’t feel amazing.

The man extended his hand for Thomas to shake. “It’s nice to finally meet someone else who can hold their own around here. My name is Dr. William Oberon, and it’s a privilege to meet you.”

Thomas eyed the doctor’s hand but didn’t shake it. Dr. Wiliam didn’t seem to mind. He let his hand float back down into his lap and let out a long sigh.

“I look forward to working with you more in the future,” he said. Something about the cold glint in his eye sent shivers through Thomas’s body. He avoided eye contact and stared at his hands clutching the blanket over his body. Dr. William stood, and he spoke to the doctor writing notes. “Make sure he gets a collar. I want to know everything about him.”

Event #2536

Subject Identification: #425

Sex: Male

Age: 27 (*edited)

Notes:

Subject has miraculously survived Subject #90’s nightmare defect.

Actions:

Subject to be added to the Genetic Enhancement Lab Studies to identify if he contains a defect or not.

Status: COMPLETE

The next time Thomas was thrown into Subject #90's room (it felt awful referring to him as Subject #90; Thomas had to fix that), he knew what the mirror was. It wasn’t just a mirror. It was a two-way mirror, meaning the scientists could see and watch what was going on but he couldn't see the scientists.

Subject #90 perked up after the door slammed closed. That expressionless mask stared at Thomas for a good few minutes before Subject #90 spoke.

“Oh, you’re back!"

Thomas sent a nervous smile. He nodded his head and responded, “They, uh, they want to see if, you know, it happens again.”

“What happens again?” Subject #90 tilted his head. He snapped his fingers. “Oh! Spooky scary time, right? They want to see if we play again, right?”

“Uh, right,” Thomas replied.

“Oh, how should we play this time?" Subject #90 rubbed his hands together. “I could empale you with a sword until you bleed to death. Or, I could throw you in a maze where you get lost until this giant dragon burns you to a crisp and eats your legs. Or, I can have you dissected by aliens where your eyes are squeezed out and put on toast. Tie you up in a coffin and bury you alive? Trap you in a tower and sew your mouth shut? Oh, that one sounds delightful actually-”

“Stop,” Thomas begged. He rubbed his hand over his face. “Please, stop.”

Subject #90 tilted his head, wisps of smoke escaping from behind his mask. He asked, “Don’t you like my creativity?”

“I didn’t-” Thomas put his hands together and inhaled. “I just don’t want to think about that kind of stuff.”

“Why not?” Subject #90 asked. “It’s fun!”

“No, it is not fun. It’s disgusting. And horrible. And- and-”

“And demented?” Something about how he said demented with such a cheery voice sent shivers down Thomas’s spine. He continued, “I know! They tell me that all the time, but I can’t help it. When you’ve watched three or four or five bodies get mutilated beyond control, it kinda makes you a little silly.”

“Silly isn’t the word I’d use,” Thomas mumbled under his breath.

Subject #90 clapped his hands together. “Can we play now? Is it time for tea, little miss muffet?”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Didn’t a spider eat her?”

“No, that’s... I’m pretty sure that’s not how that nursery rhyme goes.”

“Oh,” he said, his cheerful voice dropping for a moment, but he picked it back up a few seconds later, “We could pretend it is.”

Thomas blew through his lips and ran a hand through his hair.

“Wait, wait, wait, hold on a minute,” Subject #90 said, his voice getting rather low. He took three steps forward, and Thomas took a step back. The boy froze in place, and he pulled at the neck of his turtleneck. “You have a collar.”

Thomas's fingers ghosted over the slim silver metal locked on his neck. “Yes. I do."

Subject #90 stayed eerily silent for a moment. Thomas wondered what the collar meant to him. As far as Thomas knew, it was only tracking his vital signs, like his heartbeat. Was there something deeper than that? Didn’t Subject #90 have one too? Subject #90 sighed, catching Thomas’s attention again.

“You’re not here to play because you want to, are you? They’re forcing you to play with me?” His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. Thomas’s heart ached a bit at that. He nodded his head, and Subject #90 let out a choked laugh. “I knew it. You’re not here because you like me. They’re forcing you to play with me.”

Thomas opened his mouth to reply, but he closed it soon after. Subject #90 sniffled, and he rubbed the metal on his cheek. His fingernails dug into his scalp, and his laughter grew a little more hysterical. Suddenly, he was full out laughing, and Thomas felt like he missed the biggest joke in his life.

“They’re watching. They’re always watching. They’re just waiting for the day I can be tamed.”

Subject #90 walked over to the mirror, and he pressed his hands against it. He reeled his head back. There was a pause. His head barreled forward and smashed against the glass, making Thomas jump. He pulled his head back and smashed it against the glass again. Surprisingly it didn't crack, but Thomas couldn't say anything about Subject #90's head.

“I know you’re there,” Subject #90 screamed at the top of his lungs. “I’m not going to play just because you want me to. You can’t control me. I am an eternal flame! I won’t bow to you. I have standards! I’ll poison every one of you bastards, and there’s not a thing you can do to stop me!”

Thomas’s hand on Subject #90's shoulder caused him to jump. He whirled around, his nose producing more smoke than the first time Thomas was trapped. His shoulders heaved from breathing so heavily. Blood dripped down from his forehead and pooled on the rim of his silver mask.

“Stop,” Thomas said, his voice gentle. His eyes gazed at Subject #90's forehead. He carefully moved a stray strand of hair out of the wound, revealing a red mark from where Subject #90 smashed his head against the glass. “Please, don’t hurt yourself. It’s not going to do any good.”

“What do you know?” Subject #90 snapped. He slammed his hands into Thomas's shoulder and forced Thomas away. Thomas lost his balance and fell backward onto the cushions below him. He stared up at Subject #90, his heart beating fast with fear.

Subject #90 pointed a finger at Thomas and continued to scream, “You don’t know anything! You don’t know about me or this place or what they do to you, do you? You haven’t been stuck here for years with no friends and no family and no comfort for your whole life, have you? So don’t you start telling me what to do like you know what you're doing! I don’t even know you, so why should I listen to a word you say? You can’t control me either! No one can.”

Subject #90 fell to his knees, his sobs shaking his shoulders. He pulled at the mask, his fingers slipping on the bottom of it. After tugging a few times, he collapsed onto his right side and curled into a fetal position, his cries shaking his whole body. The blood from his forehead stained the white cushions below his head.

Thomas could only watch in pure pity. He wanted to reach out and comfort him, but he didn’t want to overstep a boundary. Instead, he settled on folding his legs and hugging his arms. For a while, the only noise in the room was Subject #90’s crying.

“Thomas.”

Subject #90 flinched. He stopped crying, his fit dying down into restrained sniffles, and pushed himself up into a sitting position. He whispered, "What?”

“My name. It’s Thomas.”

Subject #90 stared at Thomas through the mask for a few moments. He sniffled snot back up his nose and rubbed the nose part of his mask. “You shouldn’t have said that. Now they know who you are.”

“And so do you.”

“Why would you... why would you risk that... for me?”

Thomas thought for a moment. He tested scooting closer to Subject #90. Subject #90 didn’t move. Thomas slid until he was sitting beside Subject #90, both their backs pressed up against the wall under the two-way mirror. For a moment, Thomas said nothing. He inhaled and exhaled, choosing his words carefully.

“I don’t know.”

Subject #90 let out a light laugh. He sniffled and rubbed his mask once again. Thomas looked at the straps on the back. It looked like he needed a special key to open it, and without it, the mask wouldn’t just slide off. Thomas wondered if Subject #90’s face was vacuum sealed against the metal or something. It looked like it fit Subject #90’s face perfectly. Would he get a mask like that? He shuddered at the thought.

Subject #90 sighed, and he looked down at his lap. “I don’t have a name to give you.”

“Well,” Thomas thought for a moment. “How about Michael?”

Subject #90 thought for a moment. “Michael? Miiiichael. Nah, I don’t like it.”

Thomas laughed. “Okay, um, what about Alex?”

“Aaaaaaahlex? Hmm, it doesn’t really feel like me either.”

Thomas gave a little more thought to his next suggestion. “How does Remus sound? You know, like REM sleep. That’s where you, um, that’s when people have nightmares”

“Remus,” Subject #90 played with the name a bit. He hummed and said again, “Reeeeeemus. You know, I kind of like the sound of that one. Remus.”

Remus gave a light laugh, which evolved into a loud one. Thomas couldn’t help but smile too.

“Hi, Thomas. My name is Remus,” he said, his giggles shaking his shoulders. “I have a name now. Remus. I’m Remus. Remus the nightmare boy. Subject Reeemus. Remus the spooky thought. Remus the intrusive ghost. Remus the Pemus- wait, that doesn’t rhyme. Can I change it to Renis? No, wait, I don’t like Renis as much as Remus. Scratch that. I’m still Remus.”

Thomas couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s nice to meet you, Remus.”

The newly dubbed Remus giggled again, and he rubbed his hands together. After a moment, he leaned into Thomas’s side, his head lolling against Thomas’s shoulder. If Thomas minded, he didn’t move.

“Hey, Thomas?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re here with me right now, real or not real?”

Thomas furrowed his brow. “Uh, real?”

Remus nodded. “I thought so.”

“What do you mean, real or not real? Of course I’m real, Remus.”

“I was worried this was a dream.”

Thomas’s heart pinched. He let out a long sigh through his nose, and he reiterated, “I’m right here, Remus. This is all real.”

“Does this... does this mean we’re friends now, Thomas? Can we be friends? I never had a friend like you before. I want to keep you. Can I keep you?”

Thomas couldn’t help but smile. He replied, “Yeah, I guess it does.”

He’d worry about the keeping part later. For now, he didn’t want to ruin Remus’s pride parade.

Chapter 7 ->

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