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my-writings-and-musings · 3 years

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TFA Bulkhead/Bumblebee

Bulkhead, hoping to paint Bumblebee, finds a number of unexpected hurdles in the form of a willing but very fidgety model.

Got a lovely commission that the commissioner was okay with me sharing, so here it is! I had so much fun writing this, and remember, I'm always open if you'd like a fic for yourself.

Working up courage wasn't something one had to do often when they were as big and strong as Bulkhead, but he'd needed every bit he could spare to approach Bumblebee with what he'd feared was a ridiculous request. The fact he could expect his friend to say yes had brought him little comfort, because being rejected just scared him too much. He didn't want to admit how long it had taken him to prepare…

But finally, the day had come, and he approached the little bot as one might an armed explosive.

"Uh… Bumblebee?" he spoke softly, tapping his big servos together to try and call himself down. Bumblebee was relaxing and watching something on TV, and Bulkhead was so nervous he couldn't even tell what. Primus, he was just grateful they were alone, or else this would have been impossible! Bumblebee thankfully noticed him right away, lifting his helm to look at his friend with a smile.

"What's up, Bulk?" he said in greeting, half turning back to the television before doing an actual double take back to the big bot. Concern crossed his features, and he raised a curious brow ridge before he spoke again. "You feeling okay?"

Bulkhead realized just then that his nervousness was probably showing through like a beacon, and he gulped in embarrassment, wanting nothing more than to disappear on the spot. Just his luck that things would already be going poorly… Steeling himself, he took a deep vent and put on the biggest smile he could manage. "Yeah, f-fine!" he gasped out, trying not to tremble. Wishing he'd written down what he wanted to say, he just managed to put some words together and speak, hoping he didn't look as ridiculous as he felt. "I just wanted… wanted to ask you something."

"Yeah?" Bumblebee asked, expression not changing once. Near to collapsing, Bulkhead soldiered on, wondering with every word if he'd made a huge mistake.

"Well you… you know I've been painting a lot lately, and I was wondering…" he gulped again, closing in on the final thing he'd come to ask and hoping he wasn't making a huge mistake in the process. If this worked, it might just be the happiest day of his life…

"I'm kind of tired of painting trees and flowers… could I paint… you?" he asked, not even waiting for a reply before he clarified extensively. "Paint a picture of you, I mean! Like… would you want to model for a painting? That's… what I meant…"

"Oh, model?" Bumblebee repeated, optics lighting up like a supernova as he repeated the word. Bulkhead felt relief like nothing he'd ever experienced wash over him as the question got exactly the answer he hadn't dared to hope for, enough so that he struggled to stay standing as he sighed. Bumblebee hopped upright and stretched, lean little frame already eager to get moving as he stepped beside his much larger friend. "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"Yeah, sure!" Bulkhead said with enthusiasm, trying his hardest not to cry a few happy tears at the turn of events. Moving as fast as he could, he followed Bee to his room, where all of his supplies were waiting for them in the unlikely event this worked out. The big bot had done everything in his power to get all the paint and brushes he would need if Bee said yes, so hopefully he did indeed have enough, or at least what he'd require to get started. He'd gotten so many shades of yellow…

When they arrived to his room, he briefly scolded himself for not fixing it up better, not that Bumblebee ever bothered to clean his own room, but he wanted to be a good host.

Pointing to the smushed couch he sometimes liked to relax on, which was also in a good spot for lighting, he tried to ensure he was calm despite his still fluttering nerves. "You can, uh, pose however you like. How about there?"

"Sure, sounds fun!" Bumblebee replied, quite enthusiastic as he hopped on over. Not minding that the furniture was beyond lumpy, he began finding a comfortable way for his frame to lay, moving his tiny self about as Bulkhead got everything ready. Trying not to blush at how happy he was, the big bot grabbed a spare canvas and his favorite cans of paint, along with a few brushes in his size. Someday he'd have to properly thank Sari for introducing him to art, and being kind enough to provide tools in his size as well. When his easel was in place, he looked up to see Numb laying himself over the couch and grinning in his usual goofy way. "Paint me like one of your French bots, Bulkhead…"

Even if he hadn't been so distracted by what he was feeling, the big bot would have had no ability to make sense of what he'd just heard. All he could manage was a one word reply of total bafflement. "...What?"

"It's a… a human quote. I don't get it either." Bumblebee mumbled in reply, likely referencing some movie he and Sari had watched together at some point. Not wanting his friend to feel awkward, Bulkhead happily helped the conversation continue, smiling as he grabbed a brush.

"Oh, well um… how about we start small? Just sketches and stuff, you know?" he offered, trying to think of the best way to proceed. It was hard to plan much of anything when he was this happy, especially because he didn't want Bee to know how he felt, in more ways than one. He had to keep going as if this was just a casual thing, and not something that really meant the world to him.

"Works for me, just don't forget to get my good side… which is all of me." Bee said proudly, striking a pose and grinning as he did so. It was a perfectly in character position, so Bulkhead got to work right away, carefully articulating his large digits to control the brush. While small mistakes were just part of the process for painting, he didn't want to make one here. This piece was going to be perfect, so every stroke had to be the same, and thus his digits had an almost vice-like grip. It didn't escape his attention how few bots got to pursue their greatest wish like he was doing now. Keeping his smile to himself, he cast his optics to Bumblebee and back to the canvas, wanting to have the perfect grasp of scale before he began. Having a friend with such particular proportions wasn't going to make this any easier.

Sticking with the core of his muse, he made a few careful strokes to get the basic gist of his friend's pose, hoping to capture both his sense of excitability and his current relaxed mood. It would be hard, but he was more than up for the challenge. This would be worth every last second of work...

"Actually, hang on, my arm looks better like this."

Bumblebee surprised him with the words and the sudden movement he made to match, his arm swinging about to rest almost opposite to its original pose. As he hadn't yet started drawing that particular spot, Bulkhead let it go, having expected a little bit of restlessness. It was also only fair that Bee liked the final result and was comfortable with the process. Getting back to work, the big bot wondered if his friend's face might be a good place to start. His horns certainly added an additional detail for him to take into consideration… Perhaps he'd ask if Bee wanted his face to be more in profile or at an angle. All he wanted was to capture the essence of the bot he was so close to.

Bumblebee coughed, optics looking about bashfully as he blushed and shifted on the couch to move his other arm. It wasn't a big move, but the small bit clearly realized it was inconvenient, and looked guilty for the move. "Need to change this too, it's not working. This look better?"

"Oh uh… yeah!" Bulkhead replied quickly, uncertain how he should respond beyond acceptance as the last thing he wanted was for this to be uncomfortable for either of them. Some small changes would need to be made to what was already on the canvas, but that was hardly a bother. Getting more paint on his brush, he tried to work a little faster as he got the bottom layer established. Not that he didn't trust Bee to keep his word, but the little bot often fidgeted without even meaning to. Sticking out his glossa in concentration, Bulkhead worked fast, using up a fair amount of paint as he got what he presumed to be the core of the piece. Next would come the much tricker details…

Or at least they would have, if he hadn't glanced up to see Bumblebee in a completely different pose and half asleep...

"Bumblebee?" he said on reflex, coughing to try and gain his friend's attention. Startling awake, the little bot looked around in surprise, seeming to have forgotten exactly where he was and what was going on. When recognition dawned on his features, embarrassment wasn't far behind. A light blush lit up his cheeks as he shrunk down on the couch.

"Scrap, sorry, wasn't thinking." he apologized, trying to remember how he had originally been posed and failing to do so. Bulkhead felt a bit of frustration stirring, but he kept it well under wraps. Just because this wasn't going according to plan, didn't mean he was going to give up.

"That's okay! Just… need a new canvas." he said, keeping his smile even if he was a little more flustered. With a little bit of white paint he could salvage the canvas and use it later for something else, plus it wasn't like Sari didn't provide him with plenty of supplies. Getting set up all over again, he looked back to Bumblebee, who was once again settled in what appeared to be his position of choice. Hoping to begin in earnest, he was careful as could be when he broached the question on his mind. "Is that the pose you want?"

"Definitely!" Bumblebee said enthusiastically, giving him hope that he'd be able to paint for real this time. Not wasting even a moment, he painted as fast as he could, glancing back and forth between the painting and his subject to make the process as smooth as possible. It was an effective strategy, as it allowed him to get the outline twice as fast. This time he wanted to fully capture his friend in the picture as he'd been trying from the start. Some part of him just knew it would be worth it, and that they'd both be thankful he put in all this effort.

Or, at least, he thought he knew...

"Actually, sorry about this, but…" Bumblebee was bashful but not especially hesitant as he moved to lay on his side, stretching as he moved into an entirely different position. The poor artist felt his spark drop at the loss of progress all over again, even as his friend tried to cheer them both up by looking as chipper as possible. "That was so much more uncomfortable than I was expecting. Go on!"

Bulkhead didn't say a word as he grabbed another canvas, and did his very best not to look as discouraged as he felt. It didn't seem like this was going to stop any time soon, as much as he wished it would, and that didn't bode well for his wish to get this done. Perhaps he'd been far too hopeful…

Still, he did everything in his power to stay positive and make the painting he'd dreamed of become a reality.

Painting faster than he ever had in his entire life, the big bot ignored the imperfections that came from moving so rapidly, setting his jaw tight as little flecks of paint spattered across the canvas. At this point, such little things hardly seemed to mind. What really mattered was getting this done. A familiar form began to take recognizable shape on the canvas, and the artist started to plan ahead for his next move from then on. Shading would come after these little details, which he'd be able to put together thanks to having a lot of his friend's appearance memorized. Hope blossomed in his spark as he finally saw Bumblebee in the picture he was painting.

Getting so close to what he wanted made seeing a repeat of what had happened before hurt more than it should have.

Catching himself, Bumblebee blushed and shrunk down on the spot, smiling bashfully in apology for his unintentional movement. It really wasn't something he was doing on purpose; he wanted to see his friend happy! Sitting still just didn't work for him. Seeing Bulkhead look hurt, however, made him feel especially bad for the mistake.

"I don't think this is a good idea." Bulkhead said with a sigh, putting yet another canvas to the side and looking quite deflated as he did so. There wasn't anything he could think to do that might change this, and he was ready to just throw in the towel. Perhaps this was just the one thing he wasn't meant to paint.

"Aw come on, why not?" Bumblebee pressed, aware of the answer but hoping there was something he could do to fix it. Staying still just wasn't in his programming, but perhaps… he could get some tape? That wasn't realistic, but he wanted to try something to make up for this. Bulkhead only sighed again.

"You won't stay still?" he said simply, frustrated but not antagonistic in his summation. It was something neither of them could change, and that left both more than a little helpless.

"I…" Bumblebee stuttered off, tapping his digits together as he saw his friend get even more sad. Unable to help getting a little defensive, he got up from the couch, throwing up his arms as the big bot cleaned up some of the mess. "Come on, Bulk! You know me! Staying still isn't my thing, and I can't force that!"

"Well yeah, but… couldn't you just stay mostly still?" Bulkhead asked, still not ready to just give up all at once. Even if he had no idea how to fix things or make it work, he wanted this painting too much to just give up, no matter how many canvases it took. All he needed was a little bit more time than he had been getting. His determination must have shown, because Bumblebee furrowed his brow ridges in consideration.

"I… I can try! I…" he faded off as the pressure weighed on him, and thankfully his friend caught that quickly. To be clear; he wanted this a lot, but he could never want anything badly enough to make Bumblebee uncomfortable. Perhaps it was best they rested a bit, to restore their patience and approach this with clearer heads. He certainly needed a minute to relax from all this frustration...

"How about a break? We've been trying for a while, maybe a bit of down time will help." he proposed, already feeling a little better at the prospect of cooling down. Bumblebee shared the sentiment straight away, visibly relaxing on the spot and letting out a tiny sigh of his own.

"Great idea Bulk! Let me just grab something…" he said happily, darting off and leaving the big bot alone with his supplies. Deciding to clean a bit to ease his mind, Bulkhead sorted the discarded canvases, hoping that he could paint over the unusable pictures with some white and reuse them. Seeing how much and how little progress he'd made at the same time made him wonder how he might improve on their next attempt. Nothing was coming to mind just yet, but that didn't mean he had lost hope. There had to be something on this planet that would motivate Bee to stay still, and by Primus he would find it!

As he was wiping up some paint that had managed to drip onto the floor, Bumblebee quite literally skidded back into the room, coming to a dead stop after running at full tilt.

"I'm back! Just wanted to grab my game!" the little bot declared happily, waving the device about as he went to sit back on the smushed couch. The game had been a gift from Sari as well; some kind of earth console that had been sized up a few times over to better fit the servos of a Cybertronian. Smiling in acknowledgement, the big bot nodded as he went back to cleaning. Digital music met his audials as his friend started up the system and began to play, reclining on the couch as he settled in for a much needed break. Bulkhead had only had middling success with the games popular on earth, owed in large part to his size, but he was at least happy his friend could have some much needed fun with them.

When the floor was finally cleaned up, he took stock of his slightly diminished inventory. There was still plenty of paint, and more than a few canvases, but if they continued at their current pace… He'd have to figure out a strategy before they tried this again, because otherwise this just wasn't going to work. Looking up at Bumblebee, he briefly considered proposing that they try this another day before his thoughts were systematically interrupted.

Laying on his back over the pile of stuffing that had once been a couch, the small mech was entirely engrossed in his digital world, optics focused only on the screen as his digits rapidly tapped away on the controls. Other than the occasional shift of his expression, he was entirely motionless. It took Bulkhead a moment to process what he was seeing. Bumblebee was so rarely still, and never for this length of time… He didn't need to think much before he was reacting the only way he could.

Moving as silently as a mech of his size was able to, he grabbed what he needed, gathering his paints around himself as he got a fresh canvas and sat down before his easel. He couldn't have asked for a better setup; the pose, the lighting, it was all perfect. It was almost too much to hope this was real. Considering how many false starts he'd had, most could probably understand why he felt that way.

Daring to take his time, the big bot made every brush stroke count, trying to think of all the reasons he liked Bee so much as he made each one. His friend was confident, energetic, brave… All those thoughts motivated him every second he worked, and the results were soon apparent. The form of Bumblebee began to take shape rather quickly, coming together far more smoothly thanks to how relaxed he was. A base layer was ready to go in what felt like only a few minutes.

Oblivious to everything, Bumblebee kept right on playing, occasionally sticking his glossa out as he did so. Bulkhead contemplated including that detail in the piece, but ultimately decided against it. This was going to be a somewhat more dignified painting than that.

When the time came to add lighting, he was almost over the moon, but he kept all the excitement to himself. Colors mixed together beautifully on his palette, forming the light and dark shades to the vibrant yellows and deep blacks that made up his friend's paint job. It was far more satisfying than painting even the most beautiful landscape he'd ever seen. Perhaps he was just a little biased on that front, but he did believe that painting things you truly cared about just brought them to life. One only had to glance at this piece to understand how much this bot meant to him.

It almost seemed like he was dreaming when each and every glance revealed Bumblebee to be sitting perfectly still, without a hint of movement beyond the minor. If this did turn out to be a dream, he'd at least be happy it was going so well. Fate had truly designed the perfect setup for them to finally get this done without any stress for either individual.

Everything came together with what felt like only a few of the most well done strokes he'd ever painted. At long last, the bot he'd wanted to paint so badly had been captured on canvas! It was so exciting he couldn't hold back an exclamation as he set his brush down theatrically.

"Done!"

"Huh?!" Bumblebee gasped, half jumping on the spot as his game nearly flew from his servos. Looking about in a daze, he put the pieces together when he saw his friend, at which point guilt crossed his features. Time had slipped away from him even more so than it had for the very busy Bulkhead. "What? I… oh, Bulk! I didn't mean to get distracted! You could have stopped me earlier, I wouldn't have minded."

Waving off the appreciated but unnecessary apology, the big bot only smiled and wiped some paint from his servos, rising from his chair to puff his chest out with pride. "That's okay, I'm already finished."

"How?" the little bot gasped in awe, checking his internal chronometer to see just how long he'd been wrapped up in his game. It had only felt like a few minutes, but this wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten lost in a video game.

"Well, you were pretty content playing your game, so…" Bulkhead allowed his friend to put the rest of the pieces together, and in no time understanding dawned on the little mech.

"Oh, I gotcha!" Bumblebee replied happily, quite relieved to have not held them up. If playing video games was what it had taken to make his friend happy, then he was quite fine with that. All he wanted was to get a look at the results, which he was certain would be incredible. "Here, let me see!"

Feeling a bit of shyness amongst his pride, Bulkhead handed over the canvas, careful to avoid the still drying paint.

"This is amazing!" Bumblebee proclaimed without hesitation, trying to be delicate even as he felt a surge of excitement upon beholding the painting. Of course he knew his friend had talent, but this was incredible! "Look at me, I look even better than usual!"

Bulkhead looked down to the floor and shuffled his pedes, doing his best to hide the blush creeping along his cheeks. "Well, I had a pretty great model."

"That's gonna sell fast, Bulkhead. No doubt about it." Bumblebee praised as he gave the painting back, confident in what he was saying. It didn't hurt that he was a good looking bot, but his friend had really done an especially good job on this one, and he was sure it would be bought up in no time. Taking the piece, the big bot smiled softly as he beheld it again. It had taken a lot of courage for him to get this, and he was quite proud of himself for that. As such, he held the painting very near and dear to his spark.

"Maybe, but… I think I'm gonna keep it, actually." he said softly, wanting to see it every day. There was a perfect place for it where he could do just that, not that he would say where that was. Bumblebee didn't mind the decision in the slightest.

However, when the little bot ducked in his friend's room later to pick up a borrowed item, he learned the true value of the painting to Bulkhead. On a wall reserved for only his most precious of works, the portrait sat high in a position of honor. Usually unable to say everything that came to mind due to overwhelming volume, Bee had been rendered speechless by the sight. Only a soft smile revealed how touched he was by the gesture.

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all-might-can-smash-me · 4 years

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New Girl

Keigo Takami/Hawks x reader

Summary: You run into prohero Hawks while on night patrol for the agency that took you in after recently graduating from UA

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You were fresh out of the hero course of UA and you just simply couldn’t believe it. It all felt so surreal, like it was still all just a big lucid dream you would have as a child with a mind that would yearn to be a hero. It was real though, all those tough years in UA and training got you here. You may have just been a sidekick in a smaller agency, but it was more than you had ever hoped for with your quirk. You see, you were a hair hero, your hair would go to almost an infinite length and you would use it like a capturing weapon, but you couldn’t retract it. With that downside, everyone saw your quirk as troublesome, not wanting to mess with the cleanup of hair after a fight. Though an agency showed an interest from the start and guided you through your job shadowing and your hero work studies, helping you make a name for yourself and even offering you a job once you graduated.

Though with being a newbie at the agency, you usually got placed on night patrol. You were fine with it though, honestly, you expected that with you being a new member of the agency. Sometimes you wished you didn’t though because it was quite frightening. Shadows would trick your eyes, cats jumping from alleyways would startle you. Tonight you just couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you though as you slowed your pace down, footsteps now softer as you tried to listen. There...a soft flutter, like a bird. You could hear it coming up from behind you. No time was spared as your hair was clutched within your hands, spinning to quickly whip it towards the sound above you, but it only dodged, so you continued your attacks until finally it landed next to a lamp post a few feet away from where you stood. You sighed in relief as you finally got a good look at the other, hands releasing the hair that you gripped on.

You knew exactly who he was, you didn’t even need an introduction for the hero that now stood a bit ahead of you. Everyone in Japan new his image and name. Hawks was an icon amongst the people. Plus he was handsome, hard to miss that face on the news and gossip magazines.

“You! How dare you sneak up on me like that!” You shouted as you caught your breath and tried to subside the trembles of fear that plagued your body. The pro hero non other than Hawks only smugly stood in front of you, leaning against the lamp post letting out a laugh.

“Sorry sweet heart, just wanted to swoop by and see who the new girl is, but nobody warned me that the she was a feisty one.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders as his wings boredly ruffled and shook themselves out.

“Damn...” you spat out as you finally managed to calm yourself down a bit, eyes finally looking to your hair that trailed around you on the ground, branching out in so many directions. “Look what you made me do...you know, it isn’t easy to gather all this up.” You grumbled out as you let the toe of your boot nudge up against a pile of your hair.

“Ah...well....” he groaned as he squatted down, gloved hand grabbing a handful of your hair to bring it up to his face to examine it. “At least it looked cool, you actually had me shaking in my boots for a sec, I recommend you get some night visiom eyewear for late hour patrols” He stood up, hand still messing with the hair in his hands. “You would have honestly probably have gotten me if it weren’t for you probably not being able to see in this lighting.” With that he looked up to the lamp post. Though you only gave a click of your tongue as your hands shot to the belt that hugged your hips, the sound of Velcro ripping followed and soon you had a pair of scissors in your hand.

“Yeah? Well you still could have been nice and helped me avoid this by not sneaking up on me” You pointed out to the other, soon making your way up to him, trying not to trip over your own hair, and offered him the scissors. “Well since you got me in this mess, why don’t you help me out” Hawks hesitantly grabbed the scissors from your hands, slowly walking behind you. A gloved hand went to pull your hair, with the help of your too, all to your backside.

“Right here fine?” He asked, fingers gently rubbing the length that he was referencing across your back. You tried not to let the shiver you felt from that touch show as you nodded your head, a gentle flush on your cheeks as he began to snip away as neatly as he could, soon handed you back the scissors.

“That’s better....” you said with a sigh of relief as you ran your fingers through the new length of your hair, your head already feeling 10 times lighter. The scissors were soon placed back in their designated pouch at your hip, your hands now beginning to gather up the hair that stretch across the area you stood in. Hawks stood there for a second before letting out a sigh before bending over himself, now beginning to help you gather the hair as well from the ground.

“Damn! What do you do with all this?” He exclaimed as the two of you finally managed to clear the area of hair. “This stuff is heavy!” He said as he moved his arms up and down to get a good feel o for weight it had made within his arms.

“Well....I usually just throw it or donate it, but I donate pretty frequently anyway.” You explained as you led him up to a nearby trash can where you dumped your bundle in there, Hawks following right after you. Your quirk may have seemed simple, but dang, with all that hair he was impressed that your scalp didn’t rip off under all that weight.

“Donate it often? Good girl...” he said with a smirk as he looked to the trash that was almost completely filled with hair. On the other hand your cheeks began to feel hotter at his words, your arms crossing over your chest with a huff.

“Why you had to be weird though? Sneaking up behind me like that....” You said as you scrapped your shoes against the pavement below. “That was scary! Plus it’s dark!” You continues on as you leaned against the lamp post, watching Hawks saunter up to you with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“Eh? Flying up behind you to see what’s up is weird?” He asked with a raised brow, wings now stretch out “I thought flying around was pretty normal honestly....or have I just been lying to myself all these years?” He said with a playful pout as his wings rested back down, leaving you to only roll your eyes as you played with a piece of your hair that fell over your shoulder.

“Oh har har...” you said as you began to braid the bit of hair that you were playing with, the smirk upon Hawks’ face only growing as he watched you and listened to your response. He liked your more every second it seemed.

“I’m funny right? I try to be.” He said with a grin, a hand making a quick swoop over his messy hair. Though he quickly went to pressing his hands over the pockets of his jacket and pants before finally pulling out a pen, handing it over to you. “Though I’m not trying to be funny now, I would like your number though....you know....so I can warn you next time I’ll be swooping in.” He said with a wink “Ok now that was suppose to funny, but you get the gist.” Hawks said with a chuckle. After a few seconds of a pause, you let out a sigh before finally taking the pen from his hands, your own hands grabbing one of his arms to roll up the jacket sleeve and begin scribbling down your phone number and possibly a name.

“There, hopefully you will remember to warn me since I’m guessing you really are a bird brain.” You said with a small smirk upon your lips as you handed the pen back, which he gave off a playful pout as he grabbed the pen from you and shoved it away.

“Ouch....that hurt....that really hurt...” he spoke dramatically as his wings began to flap, lifting him up from the ground “I’ll see you some other time though....or maybe your hair, who knows!” He called down as he was soon zipping through the night sky. It didn’t take long for him to swoop down on the balcony of his apartment, stepping though the unlocked sliding door into his apartment, speaking up for his Alexa device to turn on the lights. Slipping off his shoes and tossing his jacket aside, he tossed himself onto the couch in his living room, phone whipped out and in his hands, eyes now searching for the number on his arm. Though he let out a laugh as he saw the number and the words ‘for Mr.Not Really Funny’ written besides it.

He still couldn’t stop laughing as he added your number and sent a simple winky face emoji to you. He had a feeling you would know exactly what number was texting you just by looking at that....

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rueluxprince · 3 years

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My beaf with the Nie Sect

- meta. We extrapolate from book canon like good English majors.

- Hopefully there won’t be a part 2

So. The Nie Ancestral Hall. The Stone Castles in the novel, more commonly known as “man-eating castles”. A Thing I Deemed To Have A Problem

Okay. The gist of it is this: after their owners death, the Nie saber spirits becomes uncontrollable and restless. They create a lot of destruction because they are half sentient and want to continue their life’s calling, which is killing evil spirits. The solution of appeasing these sabers were to bury them along with their wielders with a bunch of fierce corpses, so they can continue to fight with evil spirits and not bother the living. This practice was started by the sixth Nie head for his father and grandfather.

Which begs the question: how did the Nie Sect acquire hundreds of fierce corpses per generation to keep for their ancestral tomb? Where did they get them?

Hypothesis 1: the Nie Sect disciples knew to capture fierce corpses while out night-hunting instead of exterminating them.

Question to the hypothesis: fierce corpses aren’t that common and are stupidly strong. It takes a lot for a person to rise up in undead as a fierce corpse. One of them is enough to kill more than dozen nominally skilled cultivators (see Wen Ning vs Jin sect at Qiongqi path, Wen Ning vs Jin sect at Qiongqi Path and finally Wen Ning vs Jin sect at Koi Tower). This why Wei Wuxian is so feared, because he can make fierce corpses as easy as he makes banana bread and make them obey as easily too.

So, Hypothesis 1 isn’t that efficient and costs a lot. Both in time and Nie disciples lives. Remember, they need hundreds of fierce corpses per person.

Hypothesis 2: the Nie Sect just buys fierce corpses off sellers. Which is what they (NHS) said they have been doing for generations.

Questions to the hypothesis that is more fact actually: Where the fuck do they buy it from? Are there merchants that just have a dozen or so fierce corpses lying in their basement? They can capture these highly dangerous highly uncontainable things while proper disciples can’t?

Which. As we dig deeper. The most logical conclusion being: there’s a supply chain.

Nie Sect needs fierce corpses to build their ancestral tomb: demand. They fulfill that demand by buying said fierce corpses off sellers/merchants specializing in such trade, which is more efficient than collecting one by one themselves. The sellers fulfill their demand of fierce corpses to sell by either contacting a third party or building their own private militias to collect fierce corpses for them. Fierce corpses are hard to capture but now a person becomes one is fairly well-known, so the more efficient and cost effective way of fulfilling said demand would making them yourself.

How do you make batches of fierce corpses? By rounding up a lot peasant families and torturing them to death. Or get their family members to watch as their parents/siblings/friends get tortured to death. Best chance of getting a truly fierce corpse out of it since everyone is getting soaked in resentment. And there are chances at play, since not everyone resents so hard and so true to rise as a deranged zombie. The supplies needed would be greater than the end product.

And so the sellers tortures people to death in their underground cell blocks, all tied up and chained, and when some of them rise as fierce corpses they are perfectly contained. Then they are sold to the Nie Sect, who has a large demand for them, for a bunch of restless sentient sabers to play with, for all eternity.

Again. It is eternity. Fierce corpses don’t enter the wheels of reincarnation. They don’t have next lives. Their souls are forever stuck in their bodies until some cultivator brings them to rest.

So ah, even if we believe Nie Huaisang’s words that no one is murdered to turn into fierce corpses, (Which personally I don’t believe because there’s no way you get that many dead people in one place without some murder), there’s still the added bonus that these people are stuck there forever. Like. Their whole souls are stuck there forever? To suppress the sabers of the Nie family? Like, your first thought of seeing a being not at peace isn’t “liberate, suppress, eliminate”, it’s instead “I’m going to use it for my own family’s purpose”?!

Thus. What the fuck?! Why the fuck are your stupid ass swords so fucking precious that I have to sacrifice my family to be brutally tortured so they can be appeased?! And don’t give me the “oh the sabers will wreck greater havoc if we don’t do this” bullcrap. No way they can kill enough people to equal seven generations of fierce corpse piling in the hundreds. And besides, you could just fucking melt them down??? And if you say “no that’s disrespectful to my ancestors”, yeah well getting brutally tortured to death is disrespectful to my life so shut the fuck up.

And what’s more: if you disturb one of the castles and destroy a corpse, the castle seals itself off and you become imbedded in the walls as a replacement, if you manage to get away the castle imprints a curse on you so you’ll be dragged back eventually. (See the entire Jin Ling incident.)

Which. Okay. Wow. That’s fucking terrifying.

So. Hypothesis again. Say I went off to the morning to sell some firewood, and when I come back in the evening my parents and my four siblings are gone. They’ve all been kidnapped by a group of bandits. I follow their horse trail to their base. The bandits walk in before I can free my family and a dozen others from their cells and so I’m stuck to watching from the back window. Before my eyes a dozen of people are systemically mutilated, dismembered, maimed, and overall just tormented to death. I am powerless to anything but watch. I run into the woods, vomit, and collapse into a dead faint. I wake dehydrated but determined to least get my families’ bodies back. The bandits have moved my parents onto carts again, I follow them to a scattering of stone castles and watch men in cultivation uniforms shove my parents bodies inside the grey walls. After their work has finished and left, I rush in to chisel my mother’s body out. After an hour I can finally lay her down on the floor and are ready to begin extracting my father, before the walls suddenly move forward and drag me inside them. I scream in total darkness for what feels like forever before I no longer have enough breath to do so. I die. I stay there forever.

(Note 1: apparently Nie Mingjue began compiling corpses when he was still alive, and according to Nie Huaisang the number accrued was in the high dozens but still aren’t enough to appease his saber spirit after death.)

(Note 2: a more direct comparison can be seen in Jin sect’s demonic experiments under Xue Yang. They need fierce corpses to experiment on to see if they can get one that’s sentient like Wen Ning, fierce corpses are rare, they toss in entire sects to be tortured to death in front of each other so they get more of them quickly. Etcetera.)

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She's Got A Date-EoWells X Allen!reader- Part VI

*The GIF is not mine. All rights to the owner*

Part V

Summary: You went to the hospital to tell Joe and your Brother about your relationship. But it seems you weren't the only one with the same idea.

Warnings: Make out sesh?

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You did not have the best idea, you knew that. Your adoptive father is in the hospital after he almost died and now, you decided you will give him a heart attack.

Wells made it very clear that there is a time to do this, specifically after Joe gets discharged. Much to his dismay, you pleaded the man non-stop. He gave in eventually.

Now, walking down the busy hallway of the hospital to go to Joe's room, it became more and more evident that you were really going to regret this. The nervousness you felt was nauseating. Your hands were cold and sweating like crazy. You felt bad for Wells; he was holding your hands the entire time.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked for a tenth time that night.

"Yeah totally. I mean— he's already in the hospital— what could go wrong?" You chuckled nervously.

He grimaced and pressed his lips in a thin line. That says it all. Bad idea.

Approaching the room, you let his hand go. You don't give it away and be able to explain properly.

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself. You stepped inside to find Iris there with Eddie by her side. She was saying something and hugging a bedridden Joe. They look like they just arrived as well.

These two are rarely in the same room with Joe around, and you have a feeling that they might be both here for the same reason as you do. But hopefully, they don't, because in this situation two is definitely not better than one.

"Got more room for one?" All heads turned to you. You walked towards Joe and went in for a tight hug. "You gave us a scare there, old man."

"Can't get rid of me that easy," he chuckled heartily, as you let go.

"What are you doing here, Dr. Wells?" Barry's brows furrowed.

Wells gave him a small shrug. "Just want to wish Joe a speedy recovery."

Among other things.

"Thank you, Doctor,"

The whole room shifted. You even started fiddling with the hem of your coat. Tense, awkward. You all had turned quiet as you exchanged nervous glances, uncertain how to break it to the man on the bed without him going ballistic.

Barry, knowing what Iris and Eddie are here to do, cleared his throat. "I'll let you guys talk." He turned to leave, not before signaling to you to do the same thing.

"No. Stay, Barry," Barry shot you a strange look, but stayed nonetheless, putting his hands in his pockets, shifting on this leg awkwardly.

A jolt of fear rushes through your body. If it felt so bad earlier, right now it's even scarier. You sucked in a breath, glancing over to Wells for support and approval. He nodded sternly, eyes staring back ever so assuring. This is really it. You turned back to Joe, letting go of your breath and spoke,

"Dad, we have something—"

"Joe, we have something—"

Both of your heads whipped, sharing a look.

"You go first," she gestured to you.

You shook your head rapidly. "No, you go first,"

"No-"

"Okay," Joe grunted, sitting up. "I know y'all dating."

Your heads quickly whipped to Joe froze. You were both mortified.

"I know,"

"You do?" Iris blinked, stunned. Everyone was.

He rolled his eyes in disappointment for no one in this room giving him enough credit. "I'm a detective, remember? You are lousy liars." You all laughed, knowing it's true. He looked at Wells, finger pointing to him accusingly. "And you, Wells. You think I didn't see those hickeys? You showed up with them and my baby girl was limping— you think I wouldn't put two and two together?"

You groaned, burying your face in your hands to hide your blush. You were not just embarrassed, but deeply guilty.

"So, you're not mad?" Eddie inquired.

"Oh, I'm mad. If the doctor hadn't confiscated my gun, we'd be having an entirely different conversation," Joe told him.

The poor man paled, the smile wearing off his face. He gave Iris a nod, and turned to leave. You knew it's time for a family meeting.

"Hey babe, meet me in the car?" You turned to Wells, eyes hinting what's about to go down. He quickly got the gist, and excused himself.

When both men are out of earshot, Barry and Iris gave you an incredulous look. "Wells?!" They both exclaimed.

"What?"

Joe was shaking his head, eyes looking on you and Iris, clearly displeased. But obviously not hell bent. "You girls and your taste in men will be the death of me."

You moved to his side, you placed your head on his shoulder, hugging him. Iris did the same thing. Not that he was very willing to admit it, but you and Iris have him wrapped around your fingers, and you know how to always convince him.

"Please don't be mad," you cooed to him, nuzzling to him and holding his hand.

"But I am. A cop and the man who blew a hole in the city," he sighed heavily.

"It's not so bad," Iris appealed.

"Yeah right," he scoffed.

You both try to make him feel better about the situation, but it occurred to you that this one will definitely take time to get accustomed to. You both went behind his back, and that's something.

You have to leave since Wells is waiting for you in the car. Barry offered to walk you, and you know there's an underlying agenda to that. But he hasn't said anything since you entered the elevator, didn't even dare look at you. He's walking on eggshells, always been.

"So, are you mad?" You broke the silence, fiddling with the sleeve of your coat.

"No. Just surprised." You thought that was perfectly understandable. Then he turned to you and snapped. "I mean, Wells? How? When?" He bombarded you with questions with his hands in the air.

"When you were in a coma. 6 months ago,"

"6 months?! Why didn't you tell me?!" He exclaimed. Your face scrunched up.

"In case you forgot, you just woke up from a coma, and the last thing I want to give you is another reason to be in one again," you explained. "You got powers, and meta-humans appeared."

He sighed, nodding. He put his hand inside his pocket, before asking, "Does he want kids? Can he have th—"

Your cheeks went warm, blushing red. "We haven't had that talk yet," you interrupted.

"Right." Barry mumbled, realizing how awkward his questions were. "Do you love him?"

You nodded, a small smile formed on your lips, cheeks warming up. "Yes."

Barry didn't say anything anymore. You know he's still trying to take it all in. His baby sister is dating his mentor, who is almost the same age as their Dad. It's quite a shock.

"Is it weird?" You cocked an eyebrow.

Barry snorted. "Yeah." You bursted out laughing.

The elevator dings, reaching the underground parking area. The door slides open and you step out. When you got to your car, Wells was waiting there for you.

Barry stood there, he and Wells were having a stare off or something. For a second, you panicked. He's not a totally violent person, but it doesn't mean he can't get angry.

But Barry just stifled a curt nod at Wells. "Take care of her," he said.

"I will,"

He turned and walked away, back to the elevator. You helped Wells get in the car, before climbing in yourself. You started the engine and drove out of the hospital's parking lot.

"Should I drop you off at the lab?" You asked him.

He shook his head. "No. I think a night in with you tonight would be very nice,"

You looked over to him and shot him a smile.

"Okay." You muttered.

Despite the fact that Barry was the one who kicked Nimbus' ass, but your muscles were sore and tense. In your defense though, it was one hell of a day. You just want to sleep and cuddle with Wells. You are so glad that you have the rest of the weekend to doze off.

You came out of the bathroom and stepped inside of your bedroom after a warm, relaxing, well-needed shower.

Wells was already sitting on the bed, tucked in, already halfway through a book. You love how he can lose himself while having a read. His brows furrowed slightly, eyes focused solely on a certain page, then quickly moved quickly to the other page. He reads a book faster than anyone you know, aside from Barry.

You slipped in the sheets, sitting up beside him. You peeked at what he was reading to see which one of literature and philosophy finest books has captured his attention again. Your eyebrows scrunched up, puzzled at what you are reading; it's written in Latin.

"What are you reading?"

"Julius Caesar," he replied, flipping to the next page.

"I thought you read that already?" Your tone changes, subtly hinting him that it's time for bed.

"I did," he answered, not even taking his eyes off it.

You glared at him in disbelief and huffed. Perhaps it was too subtle.

"So, maybe you can ditch that and let's go to bed?" You inquired with the same tone.

He glanced over to you, not showing any sign of expression at all. He stared at you and you know this means to let him finish the book he read over a hundred times before. So you stood your ground, and hardened your stare.

He sighed in defeat. "Fine." He closed the book shut, took his glasses and set it on your nightstand.

"Thank you,"

You were ready to lay down and sleep for the next 24 hours, but he spoke suddenly.

"I booked us a table tomorrow night to this fantastic restaurant midtown,"

Your head snapped to him, a surprised look immediately etched in your face. He said so nonchalantly. "Wha—" you were speechless, sputtering words, your mind processing what he just said. You try to form coherent words, but all that came out from your mouth was a laugh, bewildered. "A-are you taking me out on a date?"

He grinned, clearly amused with your reaction. "Yes. It's time we have some decent steaks, don't you think?" You swatted his chest, shooting him daggers, while he laughed. You swore to God if you perfected cooking steak, it'll be the death of him.

"I mean it." He ceased laughing, taking a hold of your hand. "I have a lot to make up for. And I'm gonna start by treating you like a queen. My queen." He planted a kiss on your knuckles.

You cupped his cheek, narrowing your eyes at him. "You're lucky I love you," you murmured, leaning into him.

"Oh, I know." He chuckled.

You giggled, capturing his lips, and kissed him sweetly. He deepened the kiss, slowly getting passionate. His tongue roamed inside your mouth, you tried to fight for dominance, but surrender to him eventually.

His hands moved up and down your body, then settled on your boyshorts clad bum. He caressed it with his long fingers and squeezed it tightly, before he slapped it, the smacking noise resounded in your room, startling you a bit. You couldn't help but moan, you feel pleasure alighting in the pit of your stomach. Your hand palmed his chest, bunching up his shirt tightly. You were getting carried away, and he as well. You pulled away gently, catching your breath.

"I just wanna cuddle and sleep tonight," You murmured, running the pads of your thumb across his cheek.

"Is that why you didn't wear pyjamas, Miss Allen?" He teased and squeezed your bum once more.

"What? They're comfy," you grinned.

"Right," he chuckled. "Okay." He gave you a last peck on the lips, before turning off your lamp.

You both lay down, he wrapped his arms around, protectively. Your tense and tired body relaxed, as you snuggled up against him. Like a small child, you felt in his arms; a sense of security and the feeling of home washed over you.

You looked up to him and saw that he was in some sort of daze, caught up in his own world and yet aware of his surroundings. His eyes were gazing up to your ceiling. There isn't really anything special on the ceiling, except mold. You pondered what he was thinking about. Perhaps how much of a rollercoaster ride the last 24 hours was?

"I am so glad we worked everything out today," you began. "I don't know if I can sleep tonight if we didn't talk,"

"Me too," he replied, rubbing his thumb against the skin of your shoulder, absentmindedly, didn't even glance up to you.

"I was scared, you know, I thought I was actually gonna lose you," you added in a whispered voice.

He exhaled. "So did I. I'm sorry I made you feel that way,"

"S'okay. I'm sorry I snapped at you." You couldn't take it anymore, your eyes were feeling heavy and they fluttered close.

"It's alright. I understand,"

You nuzzled your head on his chest, hearing his faint heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest, slowly lulling you to sleep.

He kissed your hair softly, then murmured. "Good night,"

"Good night,"

You can feel yourself falling deep into sleep in a matter of seconds.

You both slept in until 11 am, and you were more than glad that you were able to get him to stay. You didn't even have to plead.

It wasn't until you were having brunch— he cooked, which was for the best. Apparently, he saw you cook eggs before— that it occurred to you that it's really happening. You're going on a date. Tonight. An actual date. You repeatedly told yourself a hundred times today, still not able to wrap your head around it.

You were nervous. Although, you played it off.

You didn't want him to know you were nervous more than you were excited in fear that he'd cancel. And you didn't want to miss out on a highly possibly great date with a great man. You literally fought for this. You can't chicken out.

It's just that your experiences with dates were, well, not so much—the men you went out with were not so much. They tend to turn out pretty boring, pointless and often self-centered. They ditch you or you ditch them. It was a restless cycle and it exhausted you. So, you just never go to one. And it's not like you're going out with some random dude. It's Harrison freaking Wells!

So as soon as he left your apartment after brunch to go home, you panicked for a certain amount of time, then called someone who could help you.

You stood in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection, while holding a dress over your frame. You tilted your body left and right, face scrunched up, obviously not pleased with the dress. It's too skimpy, too tight, too short for your liking. You don't even remember buying this dress.

You huffed loudly. "I look like a stripper." You threw the dress on top of a pile of clothes on your bed. You and Iris have gone through your entire wardrobe collection, and no perfect dress is turning up.

"How about this?" Iris walked to you with a bunch of hangers in her hand, showing you a particularly bright red dress. The last thing you want was Wells to look like he's your sugar daddy.

You shook your head. "Too bold." She threw the dress. Underneath the red dress was a long, ruffled sleeves dress, which you knew you only bought from a thrift shop, because it was so cheap. The color faded, at some point you were convinced that it was from the 1940s, although it's still pretty decent

"Yeah, if I want to look like Grandma Esther," you snickered.

She sighed exasperated as yet another piece of clothing was added to the pile. Iris held out what seemed to be the final dress she had. She raised an eyebrow, eyes were basically pleading you to choose it. You can't blame her. You are one picky girl.

It was beautiful. Your eyes lit up at the sight of itl; beige, knee-length and made of silk— with frills. Exaggerated as this may sound, but as if on cue, the angels sang with their angelic voices the moment you laid eyes on it.

"Perfect," you mumbled.

"Oh thank God," Iris groaned. She picked up a pair of heels by the edge of the bed. "I picked out these shoes for you; they'll match with that," she added, handing it both to you.

You dashed off to the bathroom to put on your outfit. As soon as you came out, you checked yourself out in the mirror. You were right; it suited you so well. You still feel sexy wearing it, but it wasn't screaming at your face. You still retain a respectable, elegant demeanor.

From the side of your mirror, you saw Iris standing behind you, arms folded, watching you fondly.

"What?" You broke her out of her reverie.

She smiled softly. "Nothing. You look amazing,"

"Anything else?" You raised your eyebrows, looking at her through the mirror, knowing there's more to it than she says.

She shrugged, shaking her head. "I just can't believe it— you're dating Harrison Wells," she sounded as shocked as she was yesterday.

If you were being honest, you can't quite believe it as well.

"Yup. Much to Joe's dismay," you chuckled, although you couldn't help to frown. Iris quickly saw it.

She walked to you, wrapped her arms around you from behind and rested her chin on your shoulder.

"Ignore him. He'll get it over it,"

He will, you are certain of it. But it doesn't mean it wouldn't be nice if he was fully supporting it. He didn't say anything to discourage it, he probably isn't going to say anything about it ever, but you know he's not a fan of it.

"Yeah. Hopefully soon," you murmured.

"Although, it is Harrison Wells," she started. You rolled your eyes and groaned internally. "I'm not even done— I just mean, it's something that's going to take time for people to warm up about this. He blew up a hole in the city and he's much older than you,"

"I know that, Iris," you exhaled audibly. You didn't need a reminder of that. You tell yourself that everyday for the last 6 months.

"I know you know that. My point is that this relationship is gonna go through a lot of tribulations, and I just want you to prepare yourself for it. I just don't want you to get hurt, okay?" She sounded so motherly, locking eyes with you.

You frowned, but nodded. You understand her point, you really do. Joe, Barry and the rest of the team, you know they genuinely care for you. But this is your relationship, and you know when it comes to love, it has it's own challenges and pain and it's something you have to deal with.

Abruptly, you heard multiple knocks all the way from the living room.

"He's here," you whispered.

You both quickly shuffled, you grabbed your purse, making sure you got everything you needed inside. Iris fixed your hair, tucking in some strand that stuck out.

Then, there's your pile of clothes on your bed that's not gonna clean itself. You panicked for a second there. Wells was outside, and you're pretty sure you're both gonna crash here after.

"Go! I got this!" Iris ordered you. You hesitated, because you know she's not going to do it. But Wells knocked some more. Much to your surprise, Iris already started hanging the dresses. So you leave it all to fate— and Iris—, and head for the door.

You took a deep breath, taking it all in. This is it. This is really it.

You opened the door, putting on a shaky smile. "Hey," you mumbled.

He cleaned up well. You don't know what it is with a suit minus the tie, but you absolutely love it on your man.

His eyes raked you up and down, mesmerized by you, jaws dropped. He looked at you with those blue orbs, glinting in the way that is so not good. He just never saw get dressed up before. All the time you just wore your normal, often coffee-stained clothes.

"You look absolutely ravishing." The way those words rolled off his tongue made you weak to your knees and you flushed slightly.

"Thanks. You're not so bad yourself," you said shyly.

He helped out his hand to you, lifting an eyebrow. "Let's go?"

You nodded, intertwining your fingers with his.

You closed your door, as you stepped out of your apartment. And as you walked down the hallway, your heart was thundering like crazy, so nervous and excited.

God, you hope this date turns out well.

***

How do you all think the date will turn out? Anyway, I'd appreciate it if you share this and give it some love. Thanks!

Part VII

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gemstoneslesbian · 3 years

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I love you Matt hcs so much! So much inspiration for mine too!

Have you got any post-cannon hcs? (Maybe angst/Whump one? But that’s not so important I would love to hear any ^^)

Thank you sm!! :D

All right SO, my main niche in the fandom is fleshing out the Ace Attorney prison, examining the relationships between all the characters there, fleshing everyone out, considering their character arcs, etc. It’s definitely something I put a lot of thought into and get excited about ^^

I imagine there being three main prisons:

Prison A

The canon prison shown in Ace Attorney Investigations: 2. Prisoners are allowed one animal companion, there’s a supplier with influence over the warden (and, imo, the guards as well), it’s overall a prison that can be interpreted as more relaxed--with limited corruption, due to the fact that, in my opinion at least, Sirhan Dogen wouldn’t put up with much BS. Although he can’t control everything, Dogen has a decent amount of power that he uses to make his prison livable.

Prison B

This is the opposite of Prison A. Damon Gant is in charge, but in a different kind of way; after being Chief of Police for so long, he still has a lot of power and connections, and many officers hold respect and / or fear towards him. The prison is a hierarchy of power and control with a lot of corruption, and anyone who doesn’t work for Gant is in danger.

Prison C

The women’s prison. Dee Vasquez has the upper hand here, due to her outside connections with the mafia. She handles things in a more manipulative, underhanded kind of way--isn’t so much focused on the prison at large, but moreso on securing her own matters. She uses protection or exploitation sparingly, and when she does, she deflects attention off of it as much as possible. While the prison isn’t as horrible as Prison B, it’s not as safe as Prison A.

Now that the environment has been established, time to get into the details about Matt:

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Matt Engarde went to Prison A.

In Ace Attorney, fame and riches seem to make little difference when it comes to putting someone behind bars. However, the game does show that it can add complications, and affect things to a certain level. With that said, here’s how I imagine things went over with the arrest:

Things are a whirlwind of chaos and fear and pain at first, but it doesn’t take him long to get a deal set up with the prison. Sometime within the first week of his imprisonment. Thankfully, this is done quickly enough that his assets haven’t been transferred to his parents, yet.

His sentence is 10 years. No death penalty or life sentence, because the deal is that, for each year that Matt Engarde is alive and healthy, the prison receives $500,000. This would give them ample reason to take measures to protect him from De Killer.

Matt doesn’t have an endless amount of money, and he also doesn’t want to be stuck there forever. In his mind, hopefully De Killer would be behind bars or dead by the end of those 10 years, and if not... well, he’ll figure it out when he gets there.

He’s given the cell down the hall from Sirhan Dogen, the infamous assassin. This scares the HELL out of Matt at first, but the guards assure him that it’s for his own safety:

However, since he’s placed in this cell before the deal is made, there was an ulterior motive as well. Due to the fact that Shelly De Killer is another infamous assassin, Warden Roland considered it a possibility that he’s one of Dogen’s outside contacts. If Dogen were to rat out Matt’s location to him, the prison would be prepared to capture and arrest De Killer, and it would be confirmed that they had been contacts.

Obviously, Dogen could rat him out no matter which cell he’s in, but it’s more convenient to place Matt there as bait since the hallway is monitored so heavily--they’ll be prepared to restrain both De Killer and Dogen if/when that time comes.

If the deal were made beforehand, he likely would have been sent to Prison B; even though it’s a harsher atmosphere, no one in there is presumed to be a contact of De Killer’s. While he could have been transferred at this point, it’s decided that they’ll stick to their regular plan, just with added precautions and safety measures.

Matt, although suspicious, never has any sort of confirmation that he’s being used as bait--at least, not until years later.

BUT ANYHOW.

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Interactions and Reputation

I get into it a bit in this fic*, but the gist is this:

There’s no point in continuing to act charming when everyone knows it’s BS, and any chance of Toughness or Good Standing he could have had are kinda... shattered by his frequent (very loud) panic attacks late at night.

For the first year, he doesn’t bother trying to make friends. He doesn’t care about them, they won’t care about him, and he’s not interested in playing a tug-of-war with power dynamics when he knows he won’t always necessarily come out on top. So he’s kind of a loner here. Occasionally entertains himself by picking fights.

*(Spoiler warning for AAI2 in the fic I linked!!)

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Character Arc

From this point, I can see it going in several different directions. I have two different fic AUs where things turn out differently in each one, and I also have an extensive role-play I did with a friend of mine. In terms of imagining his “canon” life and his future, I definitely learn towards the events that transpired in the role-play, so I’ll focus on those.

(My friend and I made a post analyzing his personality and character arc, so most of the things I’ll mention here have been mentioned in this post in greater detail. HOWEVER the post is EXTREMELY long and also contains major spoilers for AAI2. So if you want to avoid spoilers and also want a summed up version, feel completely free to just read the summary below!) (oh also, with relation to the post I just linked, tw for?? a variety of common triggers)

I should mention that this might not be COMPLETELY spoiler-free, but I do avoid saying the spoilery name. It’s hard for me to accurately gauge what is and isn’t revealing, since I already know all the spoilers haha.

And, without further ado:

-Everything about his world has been turned upside-down. Instead of being adored, he’s despised. Instead of being the one with power, he’s the one under the thumb of others. Instead of a life of comfort and privilege, he’s confined to small, uncomfortable areas, and is barely paid anything for his labor. Additionally, he could be killed at any moment at any hour at any location--and this is something he’s forced to endure for years on end. The entire situation is incredibly stressful and traumatic for him.

-About a year after his arrest, a guy moves into his cell with him. Things align in just the right way that a friendship of some sort is formed between them: the guy is friendly, pretty, relatable, into some of the same hobbies he’s into, and he has power within the prison walls. It’s beneficial to form a friendship with him... and the guy isn’t annoyed with him for his (now much less-frequent) panic attacks, but rather, shows sympathy.

-Neither of them particularly trust one another, but they enjoy each other’s company.

-Humans need comfort, and Matt is no exception. Under the intense trauma and stress he’s enduring, it’s all too easy to form some sort of bond with the nice guy who dances with him and pets his hair and holds him.

-It’s important to mention that Matt is rendered unable to do his usual power & control shit. And he especially can’t get away with that kind of stuff when his new cellmate shows up. The guy is Very Alert to underhanded behavior (due to his own underhandedness + the fact that he’s dealt with one too many bastards), and is quick to call Matt out on even minor things. So Matt’s options at this point are either:

a.) try his manipulative shit and lose any small amount of power or comfort he may have had, with an added risk of retribution

b.) resist all forms of connection / interaction with other people, and just be miserable and alone and scared all by himself

c.) be friends with the guy WITHOUT being a shady douche, and getting to enjoy the comfort and benefits that provides

-So... YEAH. Long story short, he makes friends with the guy. And, also, lowkey catches feelings for him.

-Matt also makes friends with Simon Blackquill a couple years later (and that has its own backstory)

-His previous ways of moving through the world do not work at all here. In the end, Matt’s main goal is to get what he wants, and to feel good. With the circumstances, he has to completely change his approaches in order to meet that goal.

-Matt may be cold and uncaring towards other people’s emotions, but it’s clear that he does have very intense emotions. He shows much more vulnerability and pain now than he used to, because doing so makes him more sympathetic to his friends--but he also needs to learn to not be as manipulative about it, and to actually consider the other person’s emotions instead of making it all about himself.

-He does ultimately decide to make the overall changes necessary for healthy interpersonal connections, since it’s in his best interest to do so. It’s not easy, and he hits plenty of road bumps along the way. It definitely dredges up a lot of shit, a lot of painful emotions; he’s extremely self-protective, and genuine vulnerability is hard and frightening.

-The tl;dr is that he’s dragged through a healing arc, kicking and screaming the entire way.

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That’s what his life in like in prison, overall! There’s a ton of aspects and details, but I figured it’d be best to cover the basic storyline ^^

I also have thoughts on how things would go after he’s released from prison.

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...OH SHIT I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO MENTION THE SHELLY THING LMAO

I’m gonna make a post where I detail out what happens, and then link it here when I finish.

Edit: Here it is!

#Matt Engarde #aa post #Matt #thank you for the ask!! and thank you to everyone else who's been asking too aaa #I'm so happy people are interested in my headcanons #aaprison

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arcadequeerz · 4 years

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WS AU Henry, Human/prestudio WS Sammy, N WS AU Linda!

>Picrew<

-Lil Facts!-

Henry bi transman! his pronouns r he/him!

Sammy prestudio is in the closet, but they’re queer! Gender? Sexuality? They’re queer. Their pronouns r He/They/She Sammy is also Autistic!

Linda is Queer amab nonbinary!!! Her pronouns r she/her or they/them. Her n Henry get married a bit after his quite from the studio.

uUUH post studio after Henry n Sammy escape- they are together, n eventually Sammy, Henry n Linda r all together n In Love polyam rights!!!!!!!! Sammy gets: a lovely Husband and darling spouse who love them very much. She also feels safe enough, n trusts the two them enough to come out to them!!! They love her v mch.

-Prestudio Sam doens’t actually have the tail or ears its just relevant to the au, n also- is cute. d:>c They usually keep her hair up in a ponytail, n Linda does as well. Sammy’s 6′4, Henry’s 5′4 and Linda’s 5′10

>uuuuh rly shitty basic summary of the au<

(me n my friend Kit @apxlllo(who works on the au with me, and has written so mch Lovely stuff for the au) do plan to write up a proper post/more detailed summary on the au soon hopefully!, this is just a v basic barebones summary of the au I wrote up- A looot of stuff has been left out, this is just a gist of things! We also hav a doc for au stuff tht I hope to eventually try n get organized at Some point tht I’ll Post whenever its done)

To Sum things up in Short: Sammy after being killed by Bendy after having tried sacrificing Henry, comes back, crawling out of the ink puddles only to get captured by Alice/Susie. Their dragged back to her lair and once there she decides to make use of him, and starts to rip him open, pull his insides out and pull him apart to turn him into another of her monsters- She removes his insides, and starts to replace them with Butchered Boris guts, and she starts to notice how his body is reacting to it- absorbing the ink and she finds that Very interesting. When she’s finished with this- done Torturing him basically, prodding his insides and pulling them apart, she sews him back up before injecting some of her own ink into him, Which links the two of them which in turn means she can Control/Influence them in a sense. After this is done to him- He ends up transforming into a big Inky weremonster(Who I call Were-Sammy) for the first time, the process is..Extremely painful, and she watches it happen, smiling the entire time.

Oh he’s simply PERFECT, She can definitely use him to her advantage..he’d make a perfect monster for her. Initially though, His form is quite unstable, which causes him to erratically turn back and forth(which is very painful mind you-) so while she’s fine tuning him, working on her newest monster, Henry continues to be her lil errand boy.

Until, Sammy is finally acting like she wants.

She can force him to turn into his wereself whenever she wishes him to, and his first order is to kill that Animator running around HER studio- She sends him after Henry, fully expecting him to come back covered in his blood, or at least carrying his Corpse, but instead, he comes back, tail between his legs, having not been able to kill Henry(there’s more to this in the au but!), She’s quite mad at him for this. Forces him to turn back to himself, far faster then Normal, leaving him a melted mess on the floor as she shouts at him about how she wants Results- and if she doesn’t get them she might just have to pull him open again- he begs her not to, he can kill them- He swears, She just says she wants results, she wants him dead, and she wants it Now- Before he can react. She’s forcing him to turn again, And sets her monster off back on their goal to kill Henry.

She keeps sending him after Henry- But he keeps coming back empty handed every time which just enrages her more with each time, Making her lash out at him, He’ll turn back and she’ll immediately force him to turn again, and when their too weak for that, she lets him have a Little rest, which just consists of him locked in a single room, chained to a wall so he can’t escape, before she decides he’s rested enough, and walks into the room to drag him out to force him to turn again. In the beginning, Every time she’d open the door, he’d scream, beg her not to, struggle against her, kick and scream but after a while he just, Stopped trying. There was no reason to delay the inevitable. there was no stopping it. So he gave up Fighting it, or trying.

Eventually, At some point while Hunting Henry she turns back, and Henry finds them. He’s immediately concerned, He wants to help them, tries to approach him but he just screams at him to get the fuck away from him- to just leave him, to get Away from them- Because his wereself..Doesn’t really LIKE Henry all that much- because he’s the reason their ‘Angel’ is so cruel and awful to them- He manages to convince Henry to leave him, fighting back his wereself to keep himself from changing, which lets Henry get away as he finally can’t hold it back anymore. Henry runs away, as he hears Sammy’s screaming, the sound of bone breaking, and at that moment he realizes the new Monster Alice made is Sammy- He decides then he needs to save him, to get him away from Alice.

After that Henry has two goals, One: Save Sammy, and Two: Escape the studio with him. At some point Henry is able to get Sammy away from Alice- n then the two are working together/sticking together to get out of the studio, While dealing with the hassle of Sammy just, randomly turning into his wereself, and the problems with himself being a big Inky weremonster. Also in the process of this...The two get close, end up falling for each other, In the beginning of Sammy realizing he’s falling for Henry, he tries Desperately to convince himself he hasn’t, he doesn’t love him, and tries to lie to himself that he Doesn’t, There’s no happy endings here, he shouldn’t- but he can’t lie to himself, for the first time in so long, he has Hope, He feels hope because Henry assures him they’ll get out of here, that they’ll escape- Together- and truly, for the first time it feels so possible, Henry is so caring to him- he’s so kind to him- He can’t lie to himself that he hasn’t fallen for Henry, that he doesn’t Love him- even if he does try telling himself that in the beginning.

Henry feels the same, He loves Sammy so much and he’d do anything for him- he means the world to him, and he’s the reason he keeps fighting to get out, to get him out of there, to be free, as well as to see Linda again- but he fights for them both to get out of this inky hell, Together- he won’t leave without him.

The two become very close, become much more then just companions or friends, ending up together, and eventually they DO escape the studio: Together, and live with Linda at her and Henry’s home. After being there for a bit, Linda and Sammy grow close, end up falling in love, and all three of them are together and love one another very Much- Linda and Henry? Love their amazing inky wife so Much, and Sammy loves them too, he’s never felt so happy- and so Full of love as she does now with them- they mean the world to him and she is so thankful to have them in his life, and get to wake up every morning to them both.

BUT- YEAH! This is the gist of the au- i left out a lot of like specific Scenes in the au, like Before Sammy and Henry leave the studio- Susie/Alice is killed, that’s a big scene in the au- amongst stuff tht happens with Bendy once outside the studio- buuut YEAH- that’s the gist of the au HGDHHGSH Sorry if this is poorly written- or a mess, I do plan to work wqith kit to get a better post on the au up eventually, and plan on organizing the au doc to share soon! Eventually there will be drawings of the lads- Eventually, especially Inky Sammy- There are drawings of Were-Sam you can find on my blog though if you go looking. THOUGH- Here’s a description of Were-Sam,

Were-Sammy stands about 8, almost 9ft tall, His body is a dark black color that shifts between darker shades of black(this color shifting is quite slow usually, so it isn’t Too noticable), and is covered in melty, inky fur. The fur is soft, but Also melty n he has ink kiind of melting off of him. His hands are semi paw like with sharp claws and his feet are half melted paws. He has a long melty tail covered in melty black fur, the underside of the tails fur is longer/meltier. His ears are long, wide at the base and thinner towards the ends of them. He has long sharp canine like teeth. and his eyes are piecut, a glowy amberish red, and ink of the same color is constantly melting down from his eyes down his face. His inky fur is thicker/longer around his neck and down his back along his spine. Body wise? He’s muscular but also kiinda chubby. I’m not very good at describing body types so forgive me 😔.

n a lil bit on were-sammy specifically:

Were-Sammy is very affectionate to both Linda and Henry and love them both very much, he’s a big Lovable fool, jus a big Puby. Sometimes when Sammy turns, He’s just themselves, other times their far more wolf then herself. Were-sammy is very nice to them both- very lovable and very protective. He is...good sweet lad, and Linda and Henry lov their big Monster Husband so much. Were-sammy? Good boy. Also due to being a weremonster, Sammy does have his more monstery traits come out when he isn’t even in their wereform! Such as: Howling(both Linda and Henry find it great fun to howl to try and get Sammy to- They do not appreciate it), growling, whining, n at times acting Kiiind of like his wereself, one specific thing is: when Linda or Henry come home from being out- she gets SO HAPPY AND EXCITED TO SEE THEM- Immediately has to get up and rush over to the door to greet them and hug them- He’s very affectionate, and snuggly! He does have a ‘half’ form he will occasionally shift into, Which is pretty much him gaining his claws, sharper teeth and his ears n tail, as well as gettin Kinda fluffie(aka getting some of his fur, specifically going down his back- Soft), In his half form they tend to act more of their wereself at times- and are very excitable!!! jus...good puby..

#Were-Sammy AU #I am mch too nervous to put this in the fandom tag nbnfhngh bYUT HHH YEAH #This au means a l;ot to me. i hav sm fun babbling bout it with my friemd kit!!! he was n is a big help with workinb on the au with me! d:"D #he's the reason i asctuslly did more ewith thr au!!!! he's written tons oif lovely stuff for the au n he's made ws bendy #easily one of my fave au bendys(up there with ss bendy)#HHTHJRFHG D O LET ME KNow if u like the au............i weuld like to hear wht u giys think #MGHHGDG SHY BOUT sharing my au stuff HGBHFHGVG #ENJOY THO GMFMHDHG #I rly love ws au sammy- they mean sm to me now d:> i lov thm............#SORRY IF THIS POST IS. A MESS.

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bestillmyslashyheart · 5 years

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Sleeping Beauties

Max leaned over to press a kiss to Liz’s lips. “Thank you.”

She shook her head and waved him off. “You don’t have to thank me. It’s your birthday, of course we were going to throw you a party.” She leaned up on her toes to kiss him again. “Happy birthday, Deputy,” she whispered against his lips.

“Oh hey no!” Isobel yelled from across the room. “Don’t get started with that kissing bullshit!”

Max broke away from her with a laugh and glared playfully at his sister. Isobel just wagged a finger at him as she sipped her wine.

“Liz!” Rosa yelled from the kitchen. “Come help me with this cake!”

Liz smiled at Max and made for the kitchen. Behind her, she heard Max take a few steps and then a massive thud followed by Isobel’s shout, “Max!”

Liz whirled around to see Max on the floor, unmoving. Kyle hurried over from where he’d been talking to Michael and quickly turned Max onto his back and started checking him over.

“What the hell just happened?” Liz asked as she got on her knees next to Max’s prone form.

“What is- oh,” Isobel started to ask. She was halfway to Max when she stopped suddenly, a hand pressed to her head.

“Izzy?!” Michael asked as he rushed over to her.

“It’s so loud,” Isobel moaned before she too fell, Michael catching her just before she hit the floor.

“Iz!” He yelled. Liz stared as he shook his sister only to get no reaction.

“Is she responsive?” Kyle asked, his voice calm. Michael didn’t answer except to yell Isobel’s name again. “Guerin!” Kyle snapped and Michael finally looked up at him, his eyes wide. “Is she responsive?”

“What- what do you mean? She’s uncon-” Liz gaped as Michael’s eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped to the side.

“Michael!” Maria shouted as she crouched next to him, her hands roving over him similar to Liz’s on Max. Next to Liz, Kyle huffed softly and moved over to where Isobel and Michael lay crumpled. He gave them both a quick once over, nudging Maria gently in order to get to Michael. Liz eyed them carefully but she didn’t move from her spot next to Max, her hands pressed to his chest, feeling the slow rise and fall.

“Initial findings say they’re fine,” Kyle announced after a few minutes.

Liz, Maria, and Rosa gaped at him. “They’re all unconscious!” Maria exclaimed.

Kyle nodded slowly, his voice even. “I understand that. But from what I can tell right now, they’re just sleeping. I don’t know why or how but it doesn’t appear that anything is wrong. We can take them to the hospital and run some tests-”

“No.” Liz shook her head. “We can’t do that.”

“I agree,” Kyle told her. “It’s a last resort option and we’re definitely not there yet.”

“So what do we do?” Rosa huffed.

Kyle shrugged. “Get them comfortable and hope they wake up soon?”

Liz exchanged a worried glance with Maria but neither said a word as they stood up. Silently, they four of them managed to get all three aliens on either a couch or, in Max’s case, to his bed. Liz made sure his head was propped up on his favorite pillow and a bottle of acetone was by his side before she rejoined the others in the living room.

“So now what?”

Kyle shrugged. “Now we wait. Like I said, hopefully they wake up soon and we can figure out what caused this.”

“And if they don’t?” Maria wrapped her arms around herself as she looked over at Michael.

“We’ll figure that out if it comes to it,” Kyle promised. “Let’s not jump straight to worst case scenario, okay?”

Maria nodded slowly. Liz looked between her sister and her friends and took a deep breath. “I’ll stay here with them and let you all know when something changes. You should all get going. It’s late.”

“Liz, we’re not going to leave you here by yourself with all three of them. If something happens, you shouldn’t be by yourself.” Kyle told her. “If you want to stay, I don’t think any of us are going to argue with you but I think that there should be at least two people here at all times while they’re still unconscious. Just in case.”

“I’ll stay with her,” Maria announced as she sat down on the edge of Michael’s couch.

“Okay,” Kyle agreed. “Call if anything happens.”

“We will,” Liz promised.

He and Rosa said their goodbyes and quickly left.

“They’re going to wake up. Any minute now.” Maria’s voice was loud and strong, like if she believed her own words they would come true.

Liz didn’t say anything, just grabbed a blanket off the chair and went back to Max.

They didn’t wake up that night.

Or the next.

Or the one after that.

It was three days of watching and waiting and running tests before Kyle brought it up.

“There might be something we could-” he stopped.

Liz and Maria whirled on him. Neither one had slept much the past few days. While the three aliens remained seemingly perfectly healthy except for the whole not waking up thing, both women were afraid that that could change at any moment.

“What is it?” Maria asked.

Kyle hesitated.

“Spit it out, Valenti,” Liz ordered tiredly. “Whatever it is, if you think it can help, just spit it out.”

Kyle glanced between them. “Alex.”

Liz tensed while Maria froze. Next to them, Rosa just raised an eyebrow. “What could Alex do to help?” She asked.

Kyle shrugged. “He’s spent the last couple of months going over every bit of research from Caulfield. He’s probably the world’s leading expert on all things alien at this point. If this, whatever it is, is something tied to their origin and not something that was done to them, he might be able to help.”

Liz ran a hand over her face. None of them had spoken to Alex in months, the aftermath of Max’s death and Rosa’s resurrection and Michael and Maria’s relationship made tensions run hot and there had been a massive fight between them all. Things had been said that could not be unsaid and so Alex had kept himself away from all of them. If he found anything useful he let Kyle know and Kyle relayed it to them.

“Call him,” she told him. “Let him know what’s going on.”

Kyle nodded at her but waited. “Call him, Kyle,” Maria told him quietly. “They could be dying.”

Kyle didn’t say anything, just pulled his phone out of his pocket. He stepped outside as the call connected. “Hey, Alex. We’ve got a bit of a situation.” The door closed behind him and cut off whatever else he had to say.

“Maria-” Liz started.

Maria shook her head. “It’s been months, Liz. And we’re adults. Even if they weren’t sick or dying or whatever is happening, we should be able to talk to him. We shouldn’t be scared of being in the same room.”

Liz nodded. “I agree. But that doesn’t mean this is going to be easy.”

“Who cares?” Maria said harshly. “I just- I need them to be okay.”

Liz noted that she didn’t say she needed him to be okay but he didn’t mention it. There would be time to talk about it later.

“Okay,” Kyle said as he came back inside. “Alex said he might know what this is but he’s coming over to make sure.”

“Did he say what it was?”

Kyle shook his head. “No but he did say if he’s right then it’s not serious. Or at least, it could be much worse.”

Liz let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t an answer just yet but it was more than she’d had for three days.

They sat around in awkward silence for the 20 minutes it took Alex to get to Max’s. In the silence, they heard his car pull up but no one moved to greet him.

In the end, he let himself in and hovered awkwardly in the back of the room for a beat. “Damn,” Rosa greeted. “Nice jacket, Manes.”

Liz had to agree. She hadn’t seen Alex in a while but the time seemed to be doing him good. His hair was a bit longer and styled more than she’d seen it since high school. His clothes were also a bit reminiscent of high school, skinny jeans and a leather jacket.

“Michael and Isobel are out here and Max is in his bedroom,” Kyle told him. “Do you need any help?”

Alex shook his head. “No. It’s just a simple test to make sure, really. I’m pretty confident I know what this is.” He pulled something out of his pocket and stepped over to the couch where Isobel lay. Rosa had been sitting next to her but she stood up and gave Alex his space. Without a word, he leaned over her and pressed the object to her chest. It lit up with a bright light tinted the faintest of pink. He nodded then moved over to Michael.

Maria stood in his way for a beat before she took a deep breath and stepped aside. Neither she nor Alex looked at each other. Liz watched as Alex bent over Michael, a mix of emotions playing across his face, worry chief among them. Again, he pressed the object to his chest and this time the light was orange.

Alex nodded and stood up. “Max?” Liz nodded and walked quickly towards Max’s room, Alex close on her heels, the others not far behind him.

This time the light was a soft yellow.

“Okay, so what does it mean?” She asked once he’d tucked the object away. “Were you right?”

Alex nodded. “Yeah.”

“So what is it?” Kyle asked.

“Can we wake them up?” Maria wanted to know.

“In the files we got from Caulfield,” Alex began, “my family called it the Sleeping Beauty moment.”

Liz arched an eyebrow in question but Alex only shrugged.

“Hey, I didn’t name it. Anyway the gist was that exactly 20 years, down to the second, after an Antarian woke up from their pod they fell into a deep sleep. They were otherwise perfectly healthy but nothing could wake them up.”

“Oh my god,” Rosa exclaimed softly. Liz turned on her in time to see a smile spread across her face.

“This isn’t funny, Rosa!” She hissed. “If they can’t be woken up-”

“They can be,” Rosa countered, exchanging a glance with Alex. He nodded at her and she continued. “Sleeping Beauty, Elizabeth.” She laughed. “It’s true love’s kiss.”

Liz started to scoff but Alex’s face stopped her. “No.”

He shrugged. “It’s not exactly true love’s kiss per se,” he denied. “But the key to waking them up is the kiss of those whom they love the most. A few of the Caulfield prisoners were lucky enough to be captured with the people they loved but over half of the aliens held there were in comas for over fifty years. They fell into this sleep and never woke up.”

Silence greeted him when he finished. Liz wasn’t sure if she believed Alex but she didn’t want to say it. A quick look at Maria and Kyle’s faces showed similar disbelief.

A sharp shove to her back forced Liz forward a few steps. “Jesus Christ, Liz, kiss the man,” Rosa ordered. “You don’t believe Alex? Test it out. It can’t hurt.”

Liz looked over at Alex apologetically but he didn’t seem bothered. He just nodded towards where Max lay on the bed behind her.

Liz considered her sister’s words carefully and nodded. It couldn’t hurt. She took a deep breath and turned around.

With one hand braced on the bed beside Max’s shoulder, she cupped his chin and leaned down for a soft kiss. After a second, she pulled back to check for a reaction.

Nothing. His face was as still and blank as it had been for three days. A sob tore at her throat as she lost the little bit of hope Alex had given her.

“Hey,” Maria said softly as she put a hand on her shoulder. “We’ll figure it out, okay?”

Liz squeezed her eyes shut and nodded.

“Liz.” Alex’s voice was odd enough that she immediately turned to look at him but his gaze was fixed behind her. Liz turned around to see Max’s face scrunched up, his eyes wrinkling as his he turned his head towards her.

“Max!” She exclaimed, her hands grabbing at his face and turning him towards her. “Max?” She asked when he showed no more signs of waking.

“Kiss him again?” Alex suggested and this time Liz didn’t hesitate. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his again and again. After a few chaste kisses, she felt his lips open below hers and she deepened the kiss.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he came alive again under her touch.

When she finally broke away to catch her breath, Max was running a hand through her hair. “Hey,” he greeted her softly.

“Hey,” she said wetly.

He stared at her in wonder for a second before his brow furrowed. “Where’s Isobel and Michael?”

“They’re still sleeping,” she told him.

Max sat up and threw off his blanket.

“Woah where are you going?” Liz put her hands on his shoulders to try and keep him on the bed. “You’ve been asleep for three days, you probably shouldn’t be jumping up and around right away.”

“I need to see them,” he muttered as he pushed past her gently. He was out the door before she could stop him.

“Why isn’t it working?” Maria’s voice carried down the hallway. When they got into the living room, Liz could see Maria crouched over Michael, her head moving up and down as she pressed kiss after kiss on his lips. “He’s not waking up!”

“Maria,” Max greeted softly. Maria glanced at him before turning back to Michael. Max grabbed her arm and gently pulled her to her feet. “I’m sorry.”

“Max? What’s going on?” Liz asked.

“While we were asleep we shared a consciousness. I know how to wake them both up and I’m sorry Maria but it’s not you.” Max’s voice was gentle but firm. It left no room for arguing.

“If Maria can’t wake Michael up then who?” Rosa asked.

Max didn’t answer, he just looked around the room until his eyes fell upon Alex. Liz heard Maria let out a choke off sob before she stepped away. But Alex just shook his head.

“I don’t know what you think you know, Max, but I’m not the person Michael loves most. Not even close.”

“With all due respect to y’all’s decade of baggage, you are. So kindly get the fuck over whatever hangs up you have right now and wake my brother up.”

The two men stared at each other for a beat before Alex shook his head. “You’re wrong but you won’t just accept that will you?”

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Kyle asked lightly. Alex shot him a look that sobered him immediately. “Alex, you could be the only person that could save him. Isn’t that worth the possibility of it not working?”

Alex looked away and took a deep breath. Without a word, he slowly made his way over to Michael, easing himself onto the sliver of space on the couch next to Michael’s hip.

“What about Isobel?” Maria asked before Alex could do anything.

Max looked over at her. “Me and Michael. I can’t wake her up without him.”

She nodded and wrapped her arms around herself, looking away as Alex pressed a quick kiss to Michael’s lips.

Liz watched as he pulled away, hope and fear warring on his face. There was a beat where nothing happened and then Michael turned his head towards Alex, his mouth opening slightly as he tilted his chin up.

Alex’s face lit up briefly before he leaned back down. Liz looked away as they continued to kiss. Eventually, Max coughed loudly and drew her attention back to the two men. Michael’s hands were wrapped around Alex’s neck, their lips separating slowly as they pressed their foreheads together.

“Alex,” Michael said reverently.

Alex kissed him again.

Max coughed louder. “Michael,” he half whined, half scolded.

Michael pushed gently at Alex’s shoulders until he sat back. “Yeah, yeah,” Michael whined as he carefully extricated himself from his blankets. Max to help him to his feet but within moments both men were by Isobel’s side.

Liz walked over to see what they were doing, unable to believe that they’d kiss their sister, not even for this. She smiled when she saw them both press kisses to her cheeks. As with Max and Michael, Isobel started to wake after the first press of their lips. They pressed another set of kisses to her cheeks and her eyelids fluttered. Liz watched as they shared a conspiratorial look before both Michael and Max started kissing Isobel all over.

“Oh my god, stop,” Isobel laughed as she shoved at them. Max pressed a final kiss to her forehead and stepped away, coming over to hug Liz. Michael stayed next to Isobel and helped her into a sitting position.

“You okay?” Michael asked.

Isobel laughed lightly. “Right as rain.” She yawned. “Who knew a three day nap could be so exhausting?”

Liz snorted and then lost it. She buried her face in Max’s chest as the fear and the worry of the last three days caught up with her in a rush of relief.

“Is she having a meltdown or something?” Michael asked. If anyone answered him, Liz didn’t hear it.

“I’m just really glad you’re all okay,” Liz replied once she got herself under control. “It was a rough few days, not gonna lie, but everything worked out.”

Isobel snorted. “Yup. Everything worked out just fine. No problems whatsoever.”

“I’m going to go home,” Maria announced and Liz’s heart sank. She’d gotten distracted by Max’s arms around her and forgotten the very public heartbreak her best friend just suffered.

“Maria-” Liz reached out a hand as Maria walked past but Maria just shook her off. Liz stared after her for a moment before turning back to the room at large.

“Glad you’re all okay,” Alex said quietly as he too rose to his feet. Michael said his name softly but if Alex heard, he didn’t stop. He just patted his pockets to make sure he had everything and left.

“Anyone need a ride back into town?” Kyle asked as he gathered his stuff. Rosa and Isobel both raised their hands.

“I need a shower and my own bed,” Isobel announced. “Why did you all leave us on the damn couches?”

“Your ass was heavy,” Rosa answered unapologetically. “Too much trouble to move you.”

Isobel gasped. “Take that back.”

“Nope,” Rosa tossed over her shoulder as she stole Kyle’s keys and sauntered out the front door.

Isobel gaped after her before grabbing her purse and hurrying down the hall, yelling after Rosa. Kyle just sighed as he watched her go. “Well this will be a fun drive.”

“Thanks for taking them, Kyle,” Max told him.

Kyle nodded. “Not a problem. I’ll be seeing you.” He gave Liz a quick hug and then he too was gone.

“So,” Max broke the silence a few minutes later. “Who are you going after?”

Liz turned away from the door to see him talking to Michael. Michael just grabbed his hat and plopped it on his head. “Bye, Max.” He slapped Max on the shoulder and pushed past him.

Max laughed. “Tell Alex thanks!” He yelled as the door slammed in Michael’s wake.

“You think he’s going to see Alex?” Liz asked slowly.

Max sighed and nodded. “I know Maria’s your best friend and you don’t want her to get hurt but I’ve been inside of Michael’s head okay? And there’s no question. He’s in love with Alex. As much as, honestly maybe even more, than I love you. They have a long history together and it’s tough for them, no question, but he’s the love of Michael’s life. Of course he’s going to see Alex right now.”

“Then why would he-” Max pressed a finger on her lips.

“Let’s not talk about my brother and his poor life choices right now, okay?”

Liz really wanted to say more but it could wait. She stretched up to wrap her arms around his neck and pulled him down to press their lips together. “I’ve missed you.”

She kissed him again.

“My Sleeping Beauty.”

#my fic #rnm #malex fic #echo

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Bro I must get the lore on Cyril and Ignitus. How did they get together? Why did they decide to have a kid (specifically for the prophecy if I read right)? When did their relationship start going wrong? And, most importantly, is there going to be a parent-trap style subplot to try and get them back together?

OH THIS IS A DELICIOUS ASK THANK U OMG

okay so i actually, admittedly, have way more of this thought out than i should bc i dedicated hours of my time to daydreaming about this........//////MAJOR SPOILERS for some elements of the rewrite btw!!

our four main guardians have, in my canon, been incredibly close for many years. ignitus was always known as the wise-man and the voice of reason, and despite cyril's bad attitude, he was always honest and kept up with tradition to a fault. ignitus was good at difussing the bad situations cyril caused with his rude comments, but cyril often stood up for ignitus when the red dragon found himself to be a bit soft-spoken. the two had a deep respect for one another and they spent alot of time together as close friends.

when the year of the dragon was drawing close and the prophecy reared its head, ignitus and cyril were asked by a council of elder dragons to make the egg that would become their savior (yes, it is because red and blue make purple. im incredibly creative, i know!!!) the council figured that two heavily respected guardians that had excellent handles on their elemental abilities would create an ideal purple dragon for the future. the two initially weren't very keen on the idea, but they understood that they were only being asked to do so for the sake of their fellow dragons. eventually, they accepted the plea. ignitus was the sire and cyril was the dame in the situation (in the rewrite, spyro is mentioned specifically to have ignitus's horns and frills while also having cyril's eye shape and scale patterns)

intially, the two of them only did this because they saw it as their duty as guardians. yet, ignitus found himself fretting over cyril often. he would guide him around carefully, making sure he didn't stumble around given the weight of his belly during pregnancy. he got cyril food, groomed him, cleaned his room, and spoke about how he wondered what their egg may be like. though cyril was a bit bratty about everything, he was incredibly grateful for ignitus's diligence and patience. cyril would ask ignitus to stay in his nest for the night, and exclusively sought out ignitus for comfort and care. for the first time, cyril was being fairly polite and even seemed to be happier, and ignitus had come out of his shell. they spoke for hours about their egg's future, and then about their own. volteer and terrador jokingly referred to them as the "new pair of love doves". after some time, cyril was actually the first to confess that he loved ignitus (he was always a little too honest), having said "no one has ever chosen to put up with me for so long" and, despite being a little surprised, ignitus reciprocated, telling cyril that he "could never really grow tired of him". despite not knowing what the future held, the two decided they would do everything they could to raise their child together, and to be with each other through whatever the coming year would bring.

and then the raid happened. the temple was destroyed, chaos was everywhere, and the eggs were all shattered. cyril was injured, and ignitus, feeling frightened and panicked, sent their egg away to hopefully find a safer place to hatch. the war began not long after. although ignitus cared for cyril and stood beside him in battle, his guilt only grew as the war waged on. he couldn't help but blame himself for everything that had happened. cyril tried to talk him out of it, saying he was being irrational, saying that none of this could all possibly be his fault, saying there was nothing more ignitus could do. ignitus refused to listen, and put the blame for the war on his own shoulders, feeling that it was the only way he could properly take responsibility. the two of them fought harshly. ignitus couldn't come to terms with his own self-loathing and grief, and cyril couldn't find his softness and reasoning in a time when things were so hard. after their last fight, they didn't speak again, and cyril was captured a few days later. of course, ignitus entirely blamed himself, and lamented that the last words he ever spoke to cyril were words of anger and sadness, and cyril lamented the same in his cage.

when spyro arrives and frees the guardians, ignitus and cyril are intially very tense! they both never imagined seeing each other again, and they don't really how to apologize to one another and how to make up for all the negative energy and time between them. they barely speak to each other unless they have to, and they refuse to be in a room alone together for more than a few awkward seconds. spyro, ember, and flame can obviously see how weird they're acting, but terrador won't explain anything. the three kids go to volteer who, of course, literally can not keep his mouth shut about it. he tells them that ignitus and cyril were once together and deeply in love, but the war tore them apart. ember, seeing a touching love story in the making, decides "HEY!!! LET'S GET THEM TO MAKE UP!!!!" and literally drags spyro and flame into her plans. the kids do anything they can think of; sending the two guardians flowers from """"secret admirers", throwing around mushy-gooey poetic love notes, lighting candles everywhere, decorating the temple, and trying to set the "perfect romantic mood" for the two sad-sacks. eventually, they get caught, and cyril and ignitus bring them into the training room to reprimand them. not having the courage to speak up, ember and flame are silent, but spyro eventually confesses that volteer told them everything, and that the kids just want to see their guardians happy again. taken aback, the two send the children away, and are alone in the training room for the first time. after a bit of silence, cyril speaks up first. "you never apologized to me.." he mumbles, the air around him feeling cold. ignitus counters that cyril refused to speak to him. the two begin arguing, and it seems like this is just going to be another horrible fight, but the two war-torn dragons break down. ignitus admits that he feels its his fault because he sent spyro away, and he could never make up for all the pain the war caused those he cared about. he couldnt accept that it wasnt his fault because he was the head guardian, he needed to be better, he was SUPPOSED to be better. and he wasn't, and now it was all too late. after hearing this, cyril, for the first time in many years, found his softer side. he spoke gently, telling ignitus that no one expected him to do this on his own, and that he needed to learn to count on the others instead of expecting everything out of himself alone. cyril told him that, even though their future wasn't a happy one, at the very least, they were both there. and spyro had come home. after a bit more talking, there's definitely like, a super passionated lovey-dovey kiss and make up scene, and it closes with the two stupid boyfriends deciding theyre going to tell spyro the truth

AND YEAH BASICALLY THATS ABOUT THE GIST OF IT i am soooo fucking sorry this response got this fucking long but i genuinely adore this plotline and it makes me soft and fuzzy inside!!! and yeah basically their relationship is gonna go thru some ups and downs but itll develop alot more as the story goes alone and i think itll be alot of fun to show u guys!!!!! anyway ajfjfjjfd thank u for asking me this bc i was looking for an excuse to gush abt them lmao BUT if u have any other questions abt my rewrite or anything go ahead and ask!! thank u thank u thank u!!!! <3

#asks #THIS IS SO LONG IM SO SORRY #tlos #tlos rewrite #hejfjfjjd im like embarrassed i didnt realize how often i thought abt this subplot #mine

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Superman: Year One: Book Three

Here's the back cover instead because I misread it as "We serve one purpose: Jesus," and I was ready to accept that.

Due to the amount of lava and debris, I would have gone with "sharts."

Superman saves Lois Lane from dying under the ocean which probably means she's going to reward him with her big city sexual prowess. But before Superman can accept his reward for being a nice guy, he has to defeat a troop of Navy SEALS who have come to capture him. So everybody's looking for Superman now because he showed off a few too many times while training in the Navy and his commanding officer became jealous that the mermaids let Clark fuck them. So Superman's big enemies are the god Poseidon and the American military, both because Lori Lemaris chose to fuck Superman instead of them. You might think I'm concentrating too much on Superman fucking the women he saved, and people being upset that they didn't get to fuck those women. If you are thinking that, it's probably because you haven't actually read Frank Miller's Superman: Year One. You'd totally understand that it's not me who is obsessed with Superman getting laid for fighting for truth, justice, and the American Way (honorably discharged version). It's apparently the entire theme of Frank Miller's Superman story. I just realized that I was going to make a Batman sucking Superman dick's joke based on the cover but then I didn't scan the cover. Oh well! Lesson learned! Any time somebody says, "Lesson learned," you should immediately ask them, "Oh? What was that then?" I bet most of the time, they won't be able to explain how they learned anything. The good thing about the cover of Book Three is that it was drawn by Frank Miller. And no matter what you think of Frank Miller's art, you have to agree (or at least better agree or we're going to have a problem) that it's better than John Romita Jr's art and better than Frank Miller's writing. After beating up the Navy SEALS and rescuing Lois Lane, Clark Kent winds up graduating from college and interning at the Daily Planet. Don't ask me what happened to Lori Lemaris and Atlantis! I guess it was such a terrible break-up that even Frank Miller doesn't want to write about it.

You can tell how dumb a person is by how much they defend Trump and blame the mainstream media. The fucking mainstream media bends over backwards not to point out just how fucking ignorant Trump is about everything!

Stepping away from the comic itself for a moment, here's what John Romita Jr had to say about this comic book after it was announced amidst a lot of "eye-rolls and groans" at San Diego Comic-Con. "The cynics that don't like my artwork or Frank's work were everywhere on the social media. Now we'll see what they have to say, because this is damn fresh, and I'm really proud of it." Well, I didn't have anything to say about it before reading it. I even bought it mostly knowing that I wasn't going to enjoy it even though I always hope that I enjoy everything I purchase as entertainment! Why else would I bother if not to hopefully be surprised and elated? Well, let me tell you, I was not surprised nor elated. Superman in the Navy might be fresh but it's also pretty fucking stupid. The whole idea was that Superman would join the Navy so he could see the world? But then he spends his entire time training in California where he learns he doesn't want to kill people after battling pirates in the Pacific waters off of the coast of California? Also he fucks mermaids during that time because why the fuck not? Now imagine reading all of that while looking at John Romita Jr's terrible facial expressions. The announcement of this comic book with this creative team should have garnered a lot more than groans and eye-rolls. There should have been jerking off motions as well. Working at the Daily Planet with Lois Lane (who, if you remember from the part where I said she wants to fuck him, wants to fuck him), Clark Kent realizes he needs a disguise. So Frank Miller makes sure to explain how the hat and glasses work as a disguise. The hat "changes his silhouette" and the glasses are just "the geek factor" he needs. The whole "dress to unimpress" angle is the disguise. Fucking bullshit. We all know that the glasses and the outfit are the least part of the disguise. He needs to discuss how he changes his posture, how he acts clumsy, how he puts on the air of naive farm boy, how he's terrible at pleasing a woman in bed. These are all aspects that work to make it unbelievable that he could be Superman. Christopher Reeves in Superman nails all of these aspects and I wish writers would be more upfront about how Clark Kent's disguise is less about the accouterments and more about the act Clark puts on. Superman begins deciding how to fight crime now that he's come to Metropolis. And his logic goes like this: "What do criminals want? Money! Where is the money? Banks!" And just like that, he becomes the protector of corporate America! He even thinks, "Never mind the third rate muggers and street swindlers." No wonder Batman doesn't respect this asshole! A third rate mugger killed Batman's parents and Superman is all, "Bah, they're harmless! Better get the guys going after the money that's insured!" Fuck this Superman! Next Superman goes after street level drug makers. That's better, I guess, but couldn't he go after the pharmaceutical industry itself?

What the fuck is "factory brand duct tape"? Having managed a warehouse on the Netscape campus back in the 90s, I'd say they should be wrapped in shrink wrap.

This morning, I discovered Carrot Cake flavored Oreos. It was nice living without diabetes but I must say goodbye to those years now. Later, Superman stops a man from abusing his wife and kids. I don't find out if she thanks him with her sex. But from what the previous chapters of this story have taught me, she did. After that, Superman frees some hostages from a hostage situation that was set-up by Lex Luthor so he could meet Superman. Lex manipulates Superman into working for him to stop Batman. Why does Lex care about Gotham and Batman? I don't know! I don't even really know how Lex manipulates Superman! And I don't think it's because I'm too stupid to follow the story. I'm pretty sure I'm smart enough to understand a comic book! But this comic book feels like a bunch of pages are missing. Hell, Superman's first words to Lex Luthor upon meeting him for the first time are "You're a damned liar!" What did he lie about? When did he ever say anything to Superman? What the fuck is going on?! Over in Gotham, Batman uses a gun. Okay. Whatever. Let's wrap this shit up.

Here's a terrible picture of Superman since I can't write about a story I can't follow.

The gist of the rest of the story is that Lex Luthor is tired of Batman and Superman foiling his crimes. So he decides to convince Superman that Batman is a jerk. After they get done killing each other, Lex Luthor will profit. Not that he isn't profiting already. But he'll profit more, I guess? Superman lands in Gotham to speak with Batman and Batman instantly tries to kill him. Oh yeah, Frank Miller totally understands these characters. Batman wants justice but is willing to kill Superman because Superman wants to talk to him. And Superman goes around doing good while constantly thinking, "I'll show them!" and "I could kill these guys!" and "Which other woman should I save so I can fuck her?" Batman tries all kinds of violence on Superman while telling Superman smarts are what counts. If only he'd use some and realize he can't hurt this guy. This might be the dumbest version of Batman I've ever seen. Eventually Wonder Woman arrives to point out to these two blockheads that maybe they should stop fighting and work together to make the world a better place. Batman is all, "Well, I can't hurt him anyway so I guess I'll work with him." And Superman is all, "How is she stronger than me? She doesn't need rescuing from anybody. Has she ever gotten laid?!" The issue basically ends with Wonder Woman telling Superman that she's ready to fuck him after he goes into space to learn to fuck (by fighting Brainiac?) and Batman telling Luthor he hopes he gets raped in prison. So exactly the way I'd expect a Frank Miller Superman comic book to end.

I wish I were right popular in high school.

Superman: Year One: Book Three Rating: What I learned from this comic book is that every woman in the DCU wants to fuck Superman and every man in the DCU is jealous of all the women Superman gets to fuck. What I also learned is that I should have read this series before purchasing Dark Knight Returns: The Golden Child. I'd still like to know what happened between Clark and Lori. I guess he just left her the same way he left Lana and the same way he left Wonder Woman (who he fell in love with immediately, I guess?).

#Superman #Year One #John Romita Jr #Frank Miller #DC Black Label #DC Comics

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ALAS: How it Works

[ So I know this doesn’t concern too many of you, as not many people write in the ALAS verse on this blog, or with any of my sideblogs, so if you have no idea what this is...that’s okay! BUT, for posterity’s sake, I thought I’d do a quick (ha) rundown of the verse, and how it all ties in to all my silly blogs.

First of all...the blogs! There’s this one, @whitefangwanderer, @thefriendlyflicker, @hyuuchiha, @foxesnflowers, and technically @sylviesmuses (which is more just an info blog on muses I no longer write in RP, but are part of the fic). These blogs are all, by default, written in ONE canon verse known as A Light Amongst Shadows. It’s (loosely) based on OLD RP back before I joined Tumblr with two friends. It was originally made so we could blend in ships and OCs that we enjoyed, while following as much of canon as we could, sans those ships and OCs.

So! For a bit more of a visual, you can see the “full” (aka the best I could do) genealogy map for the verse and most relevant characters [ here ]. First thing you’ll probably notice are the two main ‘crackships’. ALAS follows canon pretty darn close up until we pass chapter 699. From there, it takes its own epilogue course. Children and ships all pretty much stay the same, however, EXCEPT that we switch out N.aruHina and S.asuSaku for N.aruSaku and S.asuHina. Which results in four NEW ship kids! Uzumaki Akane, Uzumaki Kei, Uchiha Tenkai, and Uchiha Chikyū. The NS kids are the muses of @foxesnflowers and the SH kiddos are on @hyuuchiha.

ALAS also fills in a some missing faces, such as Shisui’s parents, Neji and Hinata’s mothers, etc. etc. Otherwise, most of the OCs are those of the next gen from the above-mentions ships, as well as N.ejiTen and Ryū’s ship in that verse with Shisui. As mentioned in a previous post, this is a swapped ship due to revamping the plot. In short, this makes things more canon compliant, and requires less plot intervention / “OP” OC actions to make it work. So! While the plot prior had ItaRyū, the new ship for the fic is ShiRyū. That’s not to say other ships can’t work for either Ryū OR Shisui (as he’s the muse of @thefriendlyflicker), but that’s what’s written by default, and they are the parents of the three ship kids for ALAS on this blog.

SO, now: how it all ties together. This is going to be a little long and I guess a little spoilery, BUT: for the sake of explanation of how things all fit, I’ll go over a (VERY) barebones summary of main aspects of the fic. We’ll go under a cut for length cuz...this post is long enough, lmao

So, as said, the purpose of ALAS is to blend in OCs. And given that neither of my previous partners RP anymore, it focuses solely on Ryū. It starts much the same as her default verse: Iwa, during attempts to cut through to Hi no Kuni, use doton to scale the mountains along the north side of the country. Given they were also battling with Kumo...this still makes sense. Ryū’s village, Kusunokizan, is all civilian save for her clan...which are healers. Sages, yes, but healers. So, the village is destroyed, with Ryū being the sole survivor after her mother uses the last of her chakra to hide her behind a barrier that bends light, and makes things under it invisible. Ryū’s mother, Reika, is killed in an attempt to defend her daughter.

On the floor of Hi no Kuni, a patrol spots the smoke rising from the mountains, and meets the Iwa squad on their way to investigate. They kill or capture them all, with some losses. Most head back to take the prisoners to Konoha, while some - including Uchiha Manami, Shisui’s mother - head on to check out the smoke. They, of course, find the ruins of the village...and Manami finds Ryū. Knowing she’s now alone, Manami tries to adopt her, but is denied due to village sanctions about rare bloodlines...and also bias against the Uchiha. Instead, she is made a ward to be raised as a village asset.

In a different attempt to help, Manami introduces the girl to her son, Shisui...and the pair hit it off right away. Shisui’s boisterous nature helps bring Ryū out of her shell. Through him, she meets others like Itachi and later Sasuke. And while she is trained in the hospital to utilize her bloodline, the boys all head into the Academy. Itachi is rather standoffish around her, but Sasuke - always dealing with boys (and a bit jealous of the attention his brother gives Shisui) enjoys her company.

...then Shisui apparently commits suicide. Ryū is, of course, devastated. Her first friend is gone. Not long after, the Uchiha clan is massacred save for Sasuke. Now Manami is gone, the clan...and Itachi is a murderer, Sasuke left all alone as a ward, like her. Though unable to be an official guardian due to village restrictions, Ryū nonetheless acts as Sasuke’s as he grows up.

After the Nami mission, Ryū - working at the hospital - becomes acquainted with his team, including Kakashi. Admitting to her worry over Sasuke, she asks the sensei to keep an eye on him for her, as she’s unable to fight. She aids with the chūnin exams, and is the medic who works primarily to save Hinata’s life, which begins a friendship between them. She also assists with Lee’s recovery, but is unable to cure him completely.

Otherwise, things progress as canon as normal. Sasuke is infected by Orochimaru’s curse mark, and leaves to join them for training. Ryū, in the interim - having lost nearly all of the people in Konoha she’s come to care about - asks to take a trip back to her village for some kind of emotional closure and respite. While there, she discovers the sage that trained her line, and rather than return to Konoha, stays in the ruins of Kusunokizan to train to become a healing / protective sage.

Shippuden passes much the same as canon, with mild participation by Ryū. No events change, and she is part of the war effort with the other medics, and is caught in Mugen Tsukuyomi. After the war, she encourages Sasuke to stay after her confides the truth of the massacre with her: to both let her repair his arm, and to help the betterment of the village and shinobi system by bringing it all to light. She also revives Neji as a token for Hinata and her friendship. The council is confronted by the clans’ heirs, and are removed from power. Kakashi, upon taking his seat as Rokudaime, reveals the truth and pardons Itachi to have him removed from the Bingo book and remove his criminal record.

Once that’s all over, Shisui returns, revealing his faked suicide: to give Itachi the Mangekyō, keep his body from Danzō (and those like Obito or Orochimaru), and keep the councilman’s betrayal from the clan, lest it start up a civil war. But with Danzō dead, the council ousted, and the truth revealed, he can now return. At first, Sasuke is angry with him for abandoning Itachi, and Ryū is hurt he didn’t come to her to be healed.

But the past is the past, and they move on. Ryū makes Shisui new eyes from his DNA, and the pair reconnect and grow closer, eventually becoming a pair. They marry and have their three children. Sasuke, after a slowburn, ends up with Hinata, and they have two children. Naruto and Sakura end up together with two children. Neji and Tenten get married and have a son, Hinode. A raid of one of Orochimaru’s old bases reveals an in-stasis ‘clone’ of Neji he also adopts as his own and names Higure.

The plot then focuses mostly on their kids, and the rising threat of the remnants of Root, led by Ayame, who want revenge for Danzō’s death and defamation by eradicating the Uchiha completely.

And that’s the gist of it, really! Obviously there’s a lot more guts, but this covers most of the OCs and their bonds with canon characters! And again, you can find most of the OCs and canons on the various blogs. Any that are missing you can always ask about! But uh...yeah. This is stupidly long, but...given that this story is going on seven years old, there’s a lot to it! Hopefully this provides a little insight into how this verse, and these blogs, work! ]

#sylvie speaketh [ ooc ]#[ verse summary || a light amongst shadows ]#long post #like #stupidly long post lmao #sorry about this to anyone who doesn't care #but for those who DO #here's just about everything you need to know about ALAS!#i'm actually going to try - keyword: try - to rewrite ALAS #i got 300k words in before #and then just...lost the heart for it #but all the reworking has me PUMPED #and ofc i'd also reallllly love to rp some of the beans from it with y'all!#especially the next gen beans #i love them #but also those like manami and hanako #all the good mamas #anyway #i'll stop now xD

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So days afterward, I am still thinking about Isle of Dogs, mainly about how I misspoke before. I had conflicting thoughts about how Japan is portrayed and used in Isle of Dogs, and will probably continue to do so. But I had no conflicting thoughts on the gender politics of Isle of Dogs.

I had conflicting thoughts about how much I really loved watching Isle of Dogs--and how much I did not love feeling like every character was default male, or was otherwise there to support a male.

One of my favorite Hollywood stories is about a male friend of mine, who I took to a pitch event when he was working for my old company so he could see what it was like and help weigh in. Pitch events, to capture it very quickly, are like sitting on a conveyor belt as people shout at you. You can’t do anything really. There are perks of varying quality, and there are networking opportunities if you’re one of those crafty people who are good at the wording with the mouthpart. (I am more of a worder with the fingers and a keyboard parts, so alas, not for me.) And they can be fun if the writers that come are good. But mostly, you’re stuck for three hours or so while writer after writer comes in and quickly sums up their movie or TV show. You ask some questions, they answer them. You offer some advice, they hopefully take it. And then you either snag their deets or you politely smile and nod.

At this event, I had the name tag. My name was on their schedule sheet. My name was on the little card on top of the table, along with the company. My name, as you know, is pretty gender conforming. And while the average white person looking at me doesn’t usually know where to place me, I don’t think it’s that hard to guess a Batista-Pereira looks like a me and not like a 5′10 blonde man.

And yet, out of the 20 or so people who come across our table, if I say 15 of them were men then I can also say probably about 15 of them look at my male friend first. Greet him first. Shake his hand first, and proceed to talk with him first in mind, as they look who they assume is the person in charge here straight in the eye.

But that’s not where the story ends.

I’d done these pitch events before, but my friend had not--except, I think, on the other side of the table. After maybe the third person, I could see he was starting to have Thoughts deep in the back of his brain. After the fifth, I could see that those Thoughts were starting to click together like puzzle pieces, and that whatever image he was getting there, it was not to his liking.

With the sixth, when it came time for questions, my male friend spoke first. And the exact wording I can’t remember, but the gist is easy.

“So, you’ve got a really large cast. Do you have any female characters?”

The writer paused a moment, and answered--and with this, I do remember the exact wording.

“Oh, yeah. Of course. I’ve got this really great character--really great. She’s the love interest, and--”

And I’ll cut it off there because privacy and irrelevancy and all that jazz, but. The reason why I remember it? The reason I can still even hear it in my head?

That’s because basically every single guy from there on out that my male friend asked this question of, that was pretty much their answer.

That’s not where the story ends--which is great, because this is the part that makes it one of my favorite stories. Because this is the part, where we were finally heading out afterward, and I was sorting through the goodies we got in our gift bag for being good conveyor belt sitters. I led him to my little black Yaris in a valet queue of Priuses, and as we sank into the car, I can still picture exactly the moment he turned to me and said, “You know, when I get home, I think I’m going to take a look at my scripts.”

I asked him why. And this I also remember the wording of, though I’ll simplify it here. It was a long conversation, from the event back to West Hollywood, and mainly I just remember because it was exactly the thing I always hoped someone as white and male and blonde as him would say.

The gist is easy though.

“I just never realized you could literally write a whole script and not be a dick about it, but still not include a woman in a real way even once.”

I really don’t think, a lot of the time, people are trying to be dicks about how they write or don’t write women in their scripts. It’s easy to forget I think in the just impatience, and sometimes anger, we feel when it happens. I certainly don’t think Isle of Dogs is trying to be a dick about it. It’s a film comprised entirely of thinly sketched character types if you’re not one of the main three, and I don’t discount that. The few women that exist are not necessarily any flimsier than the pack of dogs around Chief, or the various side story humans.

What I do I feel though is that ultimately, a lot of people just didn’t think. I feel for a lot of writers, their rooms are full of men, their worlds are full of men, and the stories they loved, as their growing malleable brainparts soaked up information about the world, were full of men. When it comes to including a woman in a story, in a way that isn’t because they must be, as a gender-specific attachment to another male character, it just doesn’t occur to them then, after all that. And that unfortunately only creates more problems for them, as the few female characters that exist end up embodying all the weight of how Women Are Viewed in This Narrative World.

No one, I think, wants to see diversity used as a means of ticking a box. Least of all me. But no one, I think, wants to feel like the few examples of it out there in the wild are forced to carry the weight of How The Film Views This Group.

No one, I know, wants to feel like even when we’re standing right here, the men around us aren’t considering whether it’s important that we exist in the world.

#isle of dogs #film #wes anderson #representation #screenwriting #writing #film criticism #hollywood

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sunnydwrites · 6 years

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Tips for Writing Dialogue

Anonymous said:

hello! i was wondering if you have any tips for writing dialogue? mine always comes out a bit flat and boring (imo) no matter how hard i try.

Hi there, thanks for your ask! I definitely know the feeling here, and I’ve been meaning to write a good post on dialogue. Here we go!

The Importance of Dialogue

Have you ever had a conversation that changed your life? Maybe it was face-to-face, maybe it was over text, maybe it was over the phone. Maybe it was with your idol, maybe a friend, maybe a complete stranger. Think back to this conversation or to any memorable conversation you’ve had. What made it memorable?

Sometimes people talk to each other just to talk. (We refer to this as fluff in writing.) Other times they’re telling stories or speculating on the latest, strangest conspiracy theories. Whatever it was, you were gathering information whether you knew it or not. You learned more about your conversational partner(s), or you learned more about a certain topic, or both. This is what the purpose of dialogue should be in your writing.

Why is it so hard to write dialogue, then?

Dialogue is the most straight-forward form of characterization for non-PoV characters. Your conscious mind may not know it, but your subconscious is very aware that this concept brings a lot of pressure. If it’s hard to capture your own thoughts with words alone, it’s definitely hard to capture the thoughts of someone that you created from thin air.

So, let’s jump into it.

Characterization Through Dialogue

I’m sure you’ve heard of the term “mannerism” before, but in case you haven’t: a mannerism is habitual way of speaking or acting. It’s almost like a “trademarked” phrase or action, if you will. For example, I’ve been told many times that my mannerisms include:

Yelling in frustration at times (but with no actual words)

Calling people “dude”, “bro”, or “man”

Unnecessary finger guns

The phrase “yikes”

And a lot of others, but these are the most defining ones. Anyone who’s around me regularly could easily associate me with any of these three given things, so that’s going to be a good way to reveal bits of who your character really is. What are their mannerisms?

For me personally, mannerisms aren’t too hard to incorporate in my writing. For example, if I were to write a quick and generic string of my own dialogue, it would look like this:

“Hey, man,” she said, throwing double finger guns. “What’s up?”

Your character’s mannerisms will usually be more on the colloquial side here, as a person’s go-to phrase isn’t usually something super complicated. Additionally, mannerisms aren’t usually something that would take too long to include. They’re just thrown in as little quirks that appear in conversation.

What’s the danger with mannerisms?

It’s easy for someone to pepper their regular conversations with their most common mannerisms. The issues come when you’re including them in every single line in every single situation. Unless your characters are socially inept, they’ll probably know when it’s appropriate to use their mannerisms and when they need to be dropped for a manner of greater professionalism.

Mannerisms are fantastic to include as an a way to build on a foundation that you’ve (hopefully) already built. However, they’re not something you want to be writing in every time they speak.

Revelation Through Dialogue

The main goal of the dialogue you write should be to reveal some sort of information. With this goal comes the dreaded threat of the info-dump, does it not? Here’s where you strike your balance between exposition and characterization.

Maybe your character doesn’t know everything, or maybe they can’t talk about everything. Your PoV character is still getting information, but you’re also learning more about, well, everything. Take a look at these two bits of dialogue about finding treasure.

“You start at the red house on the corner of Clyde and Monroe, and walk exactly fifty-two paces north into the woods. Then you turn and walk to the crest of the hill over which the sun sets, and wait there until midnight. A shovel will be revealed in the branches of a tree exactly fifty degrees to your right; use it to dig down and uncover the treasure.”

“So there’s this red house on Clyde and Monroe, right, and from there you’re gonna walk fifty-ish steps north. Then there’s the one hill with the frickin’ huge trees that you always see the sunset on, right? Yeah, you’re gonna go there. Then you gotta wait until like midnight and a shovel’s gonna show up somewhere to your right, then you’re gonna use it and dig down to get the treasure.”

The first one was more precise, yes, but which one would you hear in a natural conversation. How would you give directions to a friend without having memorized the map beforehand? That’s what the first blurb sounds like to me, like someone memorized the map and the directions before the conversation started.

Including characterization in your dialogue is a good way to avoid the dreaded info-dump. The second string is less precise, yes, but it sounds like something that would comes from a person, not a GPS. You know the character speaking got the gist (which is all a dedicated treasure-finder really needs, right?) but didn’t quite catch all the details, and that’s a thing that naturally happens in real life. Use it to your advantage!

The Dangers of 100% Natural Conversation

Tangents. Topic changes. Unexpected bouts of laughter. Losing track of thought. Repetitions. Trying to same the same story and repeating it fifty times before someone listens.

Imagine having to read all of these in a single conversation because the writer wanted it to be as natural as possible. Infuriating, right?

When your dialogue is no longer actively contributing to your story, your plot, or your characterization in a useful way, your dialogue no longer has a purpose. Do people talk all the time in real life without a purpose? Of course they do.

Do readers want to read through five pages of telling old anecdotes when the characters should be finding the magical sword to slay the dragon? Unless they’re climbing a mountain and passing the time in anything but silence, probably not. (But even then you don’t need to write out every line.)

You want your dialogue to be natural. You want it to flow in the way that a normal conversation would. But you don’t want it to mimic every nuance of the spoken English language. When you cross over from natural to nearing ridiculous, there’s an issue to be fixed.

So, that’s all I’ve got for today; hopefully this will help you bring your dialogue to life! If there’s anything else you want to see me write about, please don’t hesitate to leave a message in my ask. Until next time, much love! <333

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01 | Oppa

⇢ summary: For as long as I could remember, Kim Seokjin has always been apart of my life. He is my best friend after all. I wouldn’t have it any other way…right?

⇢ pairing: female reader x Seokjin

⇢ genre: friendship, bestfriend!Seokjin

⇢ word count: 7.7k

⇢ rating: SFW

⇢ warnings: alcohol consumption mentioned (A/N: please drink responsibly)

Chapters 01 || 02

»»———— CHAPTER ONE ————-««

For as long as I could remember, me and Kim Seokjin have always been apart of each others lives. Our mothers were the best of friends. They even got pregnant around the same time. We were only a few months apart but once I was born, the two of us were inseparable. We did everything together. We learned how to ride bikes together, ate our meals together, even cried together. You get the gist of things.

As we got older, we begun to develop ideas of what we wanted to do with our lives. Jin wanted to dive into the entertainment industry, become an actor. I wanted to dive into the same field of work, but instead of being in front of a camera, I wanted to be behind it. I loved filming others, capturing their happiness is what made me love it so much. Which is why I wanted more than anything to become a director.

But that’s not exactly how things turned out.

Jin did indeed get to be in front of a camera. But instead of acting, he was apart of a global phenomenon. He was 1/7 of the boy group BTS. He got to travel the world, perform in front of thousands of people, bring joy to their lives. Me on the other hand? Well...I was stuck running errands for people at BigHit Entertainment. I was the errand girl. Though I was behind a camera, this wasn’t the way I envisioned it.

It was first thing in the morning. I had just made it to headquarters. Making my way into the lobby, I swiped my badge, a beeping sound was heard, giving me the okay to proceed further into the building. I didn’t particularly hate the job, the one good thing about it was that I got to be around my best friend. I just kind of hated taking direction from others, I’d rather be the one calling the shots.

It’s just a little bump in the road. I keep telling myself.

One day, I would achieve my career goals but it was all a matter of when. Will the errand girl finally get her dream job? Could she climb up the ladder? These were the questions I found myself asking a lot lately.

Getting into the elevator, I pressed the button for the fifth floor. I was to report to Manager Sejin everyday, to see what I would need to be doing for that day. I made haste from the elevator, walking quickly down the hallway and stopping at a door. Manager’s office. I took a quick breath in, preparing myself for the long day ahead of me, and gently knocked on the door.

“Come in!” could be heard from the other side.

I peeked my head in, making eye contact with my boss. He was looking over some paperwork from what it looked liked, his glasses falling off his nose as he pushed them up.

“Good morning Manager.” I said in my sweetest voice possible.

He looked up, a slight smile on his face. “Ah, Y/N have a seat. You’re right on time.”

I walked over to the chair in front of his desk and sat down. Manager Sejin was a really nice guy but I was always a bit intimidated by his presence since he was my boss. We won’t talk about the effect Bang PD has on me.

“How are you doing this morning?” he asked as he pushed the paperwork to the side.

“I’m doing good.” Nodding my head as I replied. “Ready to get the day started~”

He chuckled a bit. I always seemed to make him laugh with me “enthusiasm”. Though I wasn’t really keen on the position I had, couldn’t have the higher ups know that. And besides, I was pretty grateful for my job. At least I was in the industry I wanted to be in. I would have been miserable if I was elsewhere.

“I like your spirit. I’m glad you’re the one ensuring our boys have what they need.” his voice sounding soft.

I returned the smile. I could never be upset at Manager. He took care of not only the boys but me as well. Without him, and Jin putting in a good word, I wouldn’t have this opportunity to work for such a great company. Even as the errand girl.

"Which reminds me,” he began, pulling me out of my thoughts. “There’s a meeting this morning discussing the next album. Since the members will be present as well, can you go and grab some coffees for them Y/N?”

Great. There’s nothing like a good coffee run. I didn’t really like doing them but at least I got some fresh air. That was the only plus to them. I already knew what the boys wanted as far as their drinks. So this should be a piece of cake.

“Sure thing sir. I’ll get right to it.” I quickly began making my way out of his office.

I closed his door softly on the way out, not wanting to disrupt him since he was once again looking over paperwork. I swung around to begin making my way to the elevator when I bumped into a hard chest.

“Yah!” the person exclaimed.

I looked up to meet a very familiar person. It was Jin. He was acting as if the impact from us bumping was the death of him, clinging on to his shoulder like it was injured or something.

“Oh come on.” I objected. “Don’t act like you’re in such pain.”

“I don’t think you understand what is at risk. I need to be in tip top shape. I am worldwide handsome after all.”

I rolled my eyes at his remark. Jin had been stating he was worldwide handsome for a while now, his fans literally called him that too. Sure he was a good looking guy but sometimes I think he took it too far.

“You’re so full of yourself Kim Seokjin.” I walked past him heading once again towards the elevator.

As I walked, I could hear footsteps behind me. His footsteps to be exact. We were so close that we even knew what the other person sounded like walking. Basically, we knew pretty much all the details about one another. He most likely wanted to bug me. Seems like that’s what he did on the daily. Did I have the tolerance for it today? Most likely, since it was pretty much related to my job. When I was at work, Jin pretty much got away with everything. As much as I wanted to just smack him across the head, I couldn’t while at BigHit Entertainment.

After getting in the elevator and pressing the button for the lobby, I looked over to my side view. Surely enough there was a smiling Jin beside me. Yeah, he was definitely trying to bug me.

“What do you want Jin?” I sighed, making eye contact with him.

“Where you going?” he asked in a teasing manner.

“Going to go grab YOUR morning coffee.”

“Mind if I tag along?” he asked, this time in his normal tone.

My eyebrow shot up in confusion. “You want to help?”

He nodded his head multiples times, almost childlike. Though the help would have been great, I didn’t want to get in trouble over this. Everyone knew we were childhood friends, but I had to be professional at work. Plus, I didn’t want the other employees to feel like I was being shown favoritism.

“As great as that sounds, I’m going to have to deny. Don’t worry Jin. I got this. I’ll be back before you know it.” I threw up a peace sign.

The elevator doors slid opened as I walked towards the entrance. I spun myself around to face my best friend once more.

“I’ll see you soon, okay? I believe you have a meeting to get ready for.”

We waved to one another as I made my way outside into the busy sidewalk. I couldn’t help but think how sweet it was of Jin to offer to help. I was seriously thinking he was going to tease me, make fun of me in some type of way. Maybe not this early in the morning, it’s bound to come out. This is Kim Seokjin we are talking about.

It took me about ten minutes to get to the nearest cafe. There was a bit of a line, which was to be expected. It was still morning time. Many people were on their way to work and needed to grab a cup of Joe to get their day started. I wasn’t too much of a coffee drinker, but the aroma was enticing. Coffee beans roasting seriously smelt so good. As I was waiting in line for my turn, I thought to myself. I just had this feeling that today was going to be a good day. I had today in the bag, I just knew it. Nothing could stop this feeling.

But boy was I wrong.

I was walking out of the cafe, a drink holder in each hand. As I was walking back to headquarters, I took in the scenery. Though the city was still pretty busy, many people walking about, the weather this morning was amazing. It would be my definition of perfect. Sun was out, not too hot, a bit cloudy with a soft breeze. It was the type of weather that you wanted to be outside in. Not cooped up in an office building. Hopefully this weather would still be present once I got out of work later.

My attention was drawn to a CD shop that I always saw when I went on these coffee runs. In the window display was a promotional ad for BTS’ last album. A cutout was positioned in the display as well. I stopped to gaze at it, looking at the 7 members smiling. I found my eyes drift to my best friend. He was blowing a kiss, classic Jin. But what I saw was how he happy he looked. His eyes were telling me that at least.

As his best friend, I had seen him express all different kinds of emotions and this one was by far one of my favorites to see on him. When he was genuinely happy. Even though he wanted to originally act, Jin was living out his dream. I couldn’t help but be a bit envious but it made the passion inside me burn that much more. I was done sulking. I was going to make a name for myself. Standing in front of this display, I made it my goal that I was going to move up in the company. No more waiting. I needed to just take a leap of faith. I felt this urge of determination in me, my confidence soaring through the roof. I was going to make this my reality.

That determination however would soon fall as someone crashed into me, and all I could feel was hot burning coffee spill all over me. There goes my good day.

Coffee spilled all across one of my arms, scalding the skin that was exposed. All I was able to process at that moment was that I’d have to go back to the cafe. Not even caring about the burn that was forming on my arm. I looked up to see the person who crashed into me, walking away in a hurry. Not even caring to stop to see if I was okay. I can understand being in a rush, but not having any sort of sympathy, who does that? I would have been okay with a least a sorry.

Some by passers took notice of the situation, a kind older woman even stopping to help me by offering napkins. At least there were some good people out in this world. My mind was still going back to the fact that I needed to go grab replacement drinks. I checked to see the time on my watch and because of this incident, I was going to be late. I really hoped that I wasn’t going to get scolded at. That’s the last thing I’d want to happen.

I quickly threw away the cups as well as the cup holders and made haste back to the cafe. I couldn’t waste any more time than I had already.

I was late. Thirty minutes late to be exact.

On the way back, I knew I couldn’t run but I was walking at a surprisingly fast pace. Making sure not to collide with anyone. I was successful too, but I couldn’t change the fact that I was going to be tardy. Please don’t scold me when I get back.

The meeting was held on the second floor, in the huge conference room that was there. I quickly swiped my badge and made my way towards the elevator once more. Finally being able to rest, I took some time to catch my breath.

I’m going to be trouble. I could just feel the disappointment coming from Manager already. Even worse, what if Bang PD finds out about this. Surely he would because word around here gets out pretty quickly. Surely the other employees would spill the beans.

Walking down the hallway to the conference room, you can begin to see that meeting was already in progress. That room could be seen from the hallway due to the large glass windows. Which meant when I walked by, my presence would be known. No turning back, I guess.

As if right on queue, eyes began to look up as I walked by. I quietly opened the door, bowing a bit in regards to my sudden interruption. I looked over to Manager, I couldn’t tell exactly if he was mad or not. He seemed to have a bit of a poker face.

I quickly walked over to where the members of BTS were. Namjoon made eye contact with me and gave me an assuring smile. I quickly began to hand out their drinks, all I wanted to do was get out of this room. One by one, they received their coffee, each saying thank you to me as well. Coincidentally, the last one to get their drink would be Jin.

He looked to me, there wasn’t a smile on his face. From what it looked like, he seemed worried. Now wasn’t the time to question it though, I needed to hurry up and get the hell out of this room. Eyes were still glued to me and I knew that my face was burning up from embarrassment. Standing right behind Jin, I hurried to place his drink in front of him. His eyes met with mine, all I could do was offer a slight smile. That didn’t seem to be good enough for him though. As I was beginning to bring my hand back, he grabbed my wrist, forcing me to look down at him once more.

“Are you okay?” his whisper only could be heard by me.

I felt even more embarrassed at this point. Everyone was still looking at me, it was just super awkward. I seriously couldn’t wait for the day to end already.

“Yes, I’m fine.” was my reply. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”

I yanked my arm back and almost ran out of that room. I knew I wouldn’t hear the end of it from Jin later on. Sometimes Jin acted like he could be my mother instead of my friend. He was just looking out for me, I was an only child after all. Kim Seokjin was in a way the closet thing I had to a sibling.

Leaving the conference room, I made my way over to where my cubicle was, it was on the same floor. Sitting at my desk sounded so good at this point. That way I could quietly sulk in my misery. No one would bother me, so I could just zone out for a bit.

Pulling out my chair and flopping down, I noticed a box sitting on my desk. It was filled with fan mail. Which only meant that I needed to sort them out by member. A task I was definitely okay with because I mostly listened to music while doing so. After the terrible morning I was having, that sounded so incredibly perfect to me.

Opening one of the file cabinets underneath my desk, I pulled out a pair of extra earbuds I kept, plugging them into my phone and started playing my favorite playlist. Reaching into the box, I began sorting the envelops, making a pile for each member. The music I was listening to helped change my mood dramatically, and soon I found myself not paying attention to my surroundings.

Hours passed by, as I reached into the box, grabbing the last piece of fan mail there was. It was a letter for Hoseok. I carefully placed it on top of his stack. I leaned back in my chair, taking my ear buds out. Looking around, there wasn’t anyone else with me on this floor. It was weirdly quiet. Did the other assistants not come in today? Or did they leave for the day already? I wouldn’t have known since I was in my own bubble for the last few hours.

Leaning further back in my chair, my eyes found themselves slowly closing. After the whole coffee incident this morning, I seemed to have been in better spirits. Who would have know that something as simple as sorting out fan mail would be therapeutic? I should just make it my job permanently.

Hmm, that actually doesn’t sound like a bad idea.

Eyes still closed, I felt someone slightly tap my shoulder. In my head I thought it must have been Jin, but once my eyes flew open, it wasn’t even remotely close to who I thought it would be. My head still hanging on the back of my chair, I looked up to see Manager Sejin standing right there. That poker face of his still present.

“Sir!” my body jumped up in response to his presence.

Quickly brushing my self off to seem more presentable, I quickly bowed towards him.

He looked to me as his face seemed to soften up a bit. That’s a good sign, right? I’m praying and hoping that it was. His glasses were falling off his face again, he pushed them back up the bridge of his nose before finally speaking.

“Mind telling me what exactly happened this morning?” he asked.

My heart sank so fast. I knew this would come up eventually. I just needed to be straight forward with him. My job could be on the line here. Okay, not that extreme. But I did have to be honest with the manager. No matter how embarrassed I might become once again.

“Yeah, about that.” a loud sigh escaping from my lips. “I would have been there on time but someone on the way back crashed into me, I had to go back to grab new drinks.”

I stood there biting my lip. I was a bit anxious on what the manager must have been thinking. I could feel the disappointment coming off of him once more. I surely must have let him down. I bowed once again towards him.

“I’m so sorry about that sir! I promise it won’t ever happen again. I will be more punctual. I can guarantee you that.”

I held my head low. I was feeling the most embarrassed right now, begging my boss to forgive me for my tardiness today. The thing that made my head jerk up was not Manager scolding me, instead he let out a soft chuckle. Eyes widening from the confusion, I patiently waited for his response.

“You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, Y/N.” he began speaking in between his chuckles. “I’m not upset or anything, I just had to come check on you and make sure you were okay.”

What a relief. I wasn’t in trouble. If I didn’t say it before, I’m saying it now: My manager is seriously one of the most kind people I have ever met.

“If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask okay?” Manager Sejin smiled once more and began walking away, most likely to his office. Before leaving, he poked his head back into my cubicle, gaining my attention once more.

“Don’t tell anyone I said this but you’re actually my favorite assistant we have so I tend to look after you more than the others...I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The manager. Said. I was. His favorite?

I felt so much weight being lifted off my shoulders. So much relief came over me. It was also good to know that the manager thought so highly of me. Knowing that he did, I had to do my utmost best not to let him down.

My body turned around to face the stacks of letters once more. This time I needed to tie them up so when they were given to the members, it would be all nice and neat. Grabbing some string from one of the drawers of my desk, I began tying the letters tightly together. Once I got done with this task, I should be done for the day. Which means I can finally go home and relax. I was so focused on finishing my work, I didn’t realize a pair of arms wrapping themselves around my shoulders. I cocked my head up to surely see a cheesy Jin.

“Hey you.” I casually said.

“Hi you~” he casually replied back.

Seeing I was in a better mood than this morning, Jin nuzzled his chin into my neck. For as long as I could remember, Jin was very physical in our friendship. Lots of hugs were given to me over the course of knowing him. When we were younger, we used to hold hands but I made him stop at some point. There were assumptions in middle school that we were a couple, but I shut that down real quick. I never saw Jin in that sort of way. I valued our friendship way too much to have a silly crush on him.

Besides, I was too invested into my career path for dating. Being single wasn’t as bad as some people made it out to be.

“You sure you’re okay from this morning?” He asked me.

It seemed like I worried quite a few people. Looks like Jin wanted to check on me as well. How thoughtful of him. And here I thought he was coming to pick on me finally.

“I’m doing better now Jin. Just had a little bump in the road that’s all.”

Still in his embrace, I pat his arm, signaling I was fine. Jin tightened his hug, almost suffocating me in the process.

“You mean...Oppa.” he playfully teased.

And there it was. I knew he was going to bring up this at some point today. Jin had been trying to convince me for the longest to call him Oppa. For whatever reasons, I wasn’t completely sure. I immediately elbowed him in his ribs.

“Ow!” he shrieked

“You know I’m never going to call you that, right?” a hiss like sound coming out.

“But why not...” his complaining sounded that of a child.

“We’re the same age! You’re only older than me by a few months. I refuse to call you that. There is just no way in hell.” I pushed him off of me.

Yanking his stack of letters off my desk, I shoved them into his chest.

“Here’s your fan mail. I’m getting ready to go home.”

“Wait, Y/N!” Jin called after me. “Let’s walk together, I was on my way out too.”

I quickly spun around, making him stop in his place.

“As long as you don’t bring up that word!” I pointed my index finger at him, a frown was very visible.

Jin threw his arms up, in a surrender like motion.

“I promise.”

It had been quite sometime since I was able to walk home with my best friend like this. Normally he would either have a show to perform on, or would have dance practice, sometimes he was just plain exhausted from his busy lifestyle. Having an idol best friend was pretty rough, so I truly cherished moments like this where it just felt ‘normal’.

“Please tell me your day was better than mine at least.”

I had just gotten done rambling about the incident from this morning and how that person just went about their day like nothing happened. Looking down at my arm, the burn was still very much there. Very much red too. Luckily, there was no pain.

“Make sure you apply an antibiotic ointment and wrap a gauze around it for a few days so your burn doesn’t get infected.” Jin informed me while he continued to gaze up at the night sky.

The weather was still amazing at this hour. A nice breeze swept around us, and the sky was clear so you could see how beautiful it looked painted with stars. It was pretty much a breathtaking sight.

“But...my day was chill. Pretty much after you left the conference room, we began talking more in depth about this next album we’re working on. They’re saying the title of it is going to be ‘Young Forever’.”

“Young Forever?” I inquired. “I like the sound of it.”

“Yeah, it’s a continuation of ‘The Most Beautiful Moment in Life’.”

“So this will be the third in the series, right?” I was definitely intrigued.

“Yup.” Jin looked down at me and nodded his head. “There will be three new singles as well as some remixes.”

I actually really enjoyed all of the songs off those previous albums. My favorite being ‘Butterfly’. So to hear there was going to be a third installment, I was super excited to hear the finished product. I reached into my bag, pulling out my faithful camera. I always kept it on me because you never knew when you would find something interesting or inspiring. Jin would be subject, something I had a lot of practice with since he was never camera shy. Turning it on, I focused it on his face.

“Mr. Seokjin, with this new album, what will be the first on the agenda in preparation?” using my interviewer voice, I waited for his response.

He took notice of the camera, smiling and blowing a kiss towards it.

“Ah, let me think about that Ms. Director, hmm I believe there will be a jacket photo shoot pretty soon.”

“Oh, concept photos I see. Does that mean…new comeback hair?” I inquired.

“That’s top secret. I can say that there is a high possibility. With all our comebacks, come new hair to go along with it. You’ll just have to wait and see.” he winked into the camera.

Comebacks were always interesting to me. All the different concepts they had gone through, I was curious to see how it would go with this upcoming one. I always look forward to seeing how they would portray Jin with his looks and all. Currently he had brownish hair, which flattered him very much. I wonder what they would do with it next? I was hoping that they would keep it the same, but that would most likely never happen.

Time always flew when I was with my best friend. I continued to film him being his silly self, even got some shots of that beautiful night sky. Next thing I knew, we were standing outside of my apartment’s building. Feeling a bit sad that our walk together ended, I looked over to Jin one last time for the day.

“Thanks for walking with me. We hadn’t done that in a while and I must say I actually missed your company.”

“That’s no problem at all. I’m just glad to see you smiling again. You had me really worried this morning.” He yawned as he stretched his arms over his head.

“Go get some rest Mr. Idol, I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

I was halfway through the entrance when Jin spoke one last time.

“Goodnight Y/N”

I stopped and found myself slightly smiling. My back was still towards him, but I knew he was standing there.

“Goodnight Jin.”

Feeling refreshed after getting a good night’s sleep, I was completely over what had happened yesterday and was ready to make the most out of today. Making my way to work, I stopped at a convenience store to grab myself something to drink as well as some snacks to get me through the day. I had received an email from Manager early this morning stating I was going to be assigned to a “special” task. Curiosity truly got the best of me, I was never assigned anything of this nature.

What would even be defined as a “special” task? Why was it given to me? Of all people?

Walking around the corner of BigHit Entertainment, I could see a figure walking back and forth in front of the entrance. Unable to see who it was from afar, I went in closer to find out who it was. This person was wearing all black, hood was pulled up so their face wasn’t really able to be seen. The only thing I could really tell was that they were fiddling around with an object. As I got closer, I was able to make out who this person was.

“Oh, good morning Jungkook.” I waved to him.

He looked up and was now aware of my presence. He pulled his hood down, exposing his tired eyes and bare face.

“Good morning Nuna.” he waved back to me.

“Ah ah ah.” pointing my index finger up to him. “How many times do I have to tell you, there’s no need to be so formal with me.”

Jungkook scratched the back of his head and chuckled a bit.

“It just a habit, I’m working on it. I promise I won’t call you that anymore Nu…uh I mean Y/N”

I had been around the other six members since their trainee days. When I met them, they all would be so formal with me. I might be an odd one but I just never cared for formalities. I considered them to be my friends as well. So I just never saw the need to use them. My mother likes to say I was heavily “westernized” because of that. She might be onto something.

Looking back at Jungkook, I saw he was messing around with a camera in his hands. I knew he had an interest in film and photography, I was just never around to see him in action. Just seeing him holding the camera in his hands, was actually super adorable.

“What are you up to?” asking him while pointing at the camera.

“Oh, I was actually waiting for you.”

“Me?” my voice sounding a bit high pitched.

“Yes, you” he nodded his head. “I’m in need of your help.”

Jungkook then went on to explain that he was trying to get more practice in with filming and was in need of some assistance when it came to editing. Somehow Manager recommended me to help him with this since he knew of my background in film. I was still a bit confused as to why me, when they literally have a team of directors, and many more credible people for him to get help from. I shouldn’t be complaining because helping Jungkook, sounds a lot more interesting and fun than my normal duties.

“So, will you be able to help me Y/N?” his face looked a bit pouty, trying to win me over.

He didn’t need to win me over though. He immediately had me the moment he said he needed help with editing.

“Of course. I’ll be more than happy to help you out.”

“Great!” he exclaimed while opening the door for me. “Let’s get started then shall we?”

FEW DAYS LATER

Being on this side of the building was pretty cool! It had been about 3 or 4 days since I begun helping Jungkook with his editing as well as a bit of filming we had done. Being able to be behind a camera, even if it was just to help him out, made me once again realize how much I love this. This was truly a passion of mine.

We were hanging out in what Jungkook called his “Golden Closet Studio”, his personal work space where he had done numerous covers of songs and where he had been practicing his editing as well. I loved it here. It was nice and quiet, and hardly any of the other members would come in and distract us. I think the only member who did come in was Jimin, who had been seeking some attention.

I was sitting in a chair that he pulled up beside him, he was currently working on editing some clips we had filmed together the other day. We were out and about in the city one afternoon and got some great shots of the locals. Jungkook even got a few shots of me eating an ice cream cone, I put my camera shyness to the side for the occasion. Which is what he was editing currently.

“Hmm, what do you think of this Y/N?”

I examined what he was doing, though I was to help him, I personally thought the best way to improve was to figure things out on your own. I’d throw in my critiques here and there but for the most part, Jungkook was doing a pretty good job. He was capturing everything so beautifully.

Writing some notes down in a notebook, I scribbled a few points I saw and resumed looking at the computer screen before us.

“Everything is looking really good Kookie. I’m not lying when I say this, you’re really talented.” I gave him a slight pat on the back as a reward.

You could tell he lit up from my comments, his eyes were forming smiles. Being around him for the last few days was so much fun and I was learning a lot more about the maknae by the minute. It was like having a younger sibling, something I had always wished for. I’m glad that me and Kookie were beginning to build that type of friendship.

We then heard a knock coming from the other side of the door.

“Come in!” Jungkook shouted.

Both of us stayed focused on the screen in front of us, the person coming in was most likely Jimin. We had gotten used to it, so he wouldn’t have been much of a distraction. He was probably bored or something after all.

“Uh...hi”

That voice definitely didn’t belong to Jimin. No, that voice was none other than Jin’s. We hadn’t really gotten to talk much since I was too busy helping out Kookie. I was a bit wound up in my work because I was actually really excited to be apart of this. Quickly turning around in my chair, I happily greeted my best friend.

“Jin! Hi.” My smile literally going from ear to ear.

Jungkook turned around as well to make his greeting.

“Hello there Hyung.” he smiled to him as well.

Jin stood there for a bit, not saying a word. His eyes sort of moving back and forth between me and Jungkook. Which was a bit weird. Normally I could read him like a book, but something felt a bit odd here. Almost like he wasn’t completely himself. His brow furrowed a bit before he spoke to us.

“What are you two up to? Alone??”

The way he asked this question, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. It was definitely weird how he worded that. His voice sounding almost unrecognizable.

“I’ve been helping Kookie with some filming and editing. I was given this task by Manager.” my voice still remaining calm.

I was beginning to think that maybe Jin was having a bad day or something. Even idols have them, they’re human as well. You could clearly tell now that something was agitating him. I didn’t want to bring it up now, not in front of Jungkook at least. I made a mental note to ask him about it later.

Jin just continued to stand there, his arms crossed in front of his chest now. I started to worry about him. This really was so unlike him.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, knowing I probably shouldn’t have. His eyebrow twitched a bit, actually it was twitching a lot. I’m pretty sure Jungkook caught on to his attitude change as well since he was the next to ask.

“Yeah, you okay Hyung”?

Jin let out a loud breath. It literally reached all the way over to where I was sitting.

“I’m fine...” he began walking towards the door. “I leave you guys back to your work.”

He stomped on his way out, almost slamming the door behind him. Me and Kookie just stared a bit at each other. A bit taken aback from it all.

“Woah” we both said in unison.

My heart was beating pretty fast. I had never in my life see Jin that mad before. I really needed to know what was bothering him. It didn’t really look like he wanted to talk, maybe I should shoot him a text? I reached for my phone that was in my bag, tapped the messages icon, and began typing.

Y/N: Hey, you sure everything is okay? You seemed pretty upset about something?

Jin was pretty good at texting back, usually within receiving one he’d respond back almost immediately. I noticed that he read my message and was waiting to see him begin typing back, but for the next five minutes, all that I could see was “read”.

I placed my phone back into my bag, and sung a bit in my chair. Jungkook looked to his side, noticing the shift in my mood as well.

“Is he not responding?” he asked, almost like he was some sort of mind reader.

Words couldn’t come out of my mouth so I just nodded my head. He stopped what he was doing and swiveled in his chair towards me.

“I’m sure he’ll get over whatever it is that is upsetting him.” he placed a hand on my shoulder, as a way to comfort me. “He always does, you and I both know that pretty well.”

Jungkook was definitely right though, Jin always got over things that made him upset. He’d be over it by tonight, but I just couldn’t help but picture him in my head, he looked really mad and I didn’t do anything about it.

Some best friend I am.

“You can go ahead and go home, Y/N.” Jungkook’s voice interrupting my thoughts.

“Are you sure Kookie? I can stay longer if need be.”

He shook his head no.

“No worries, I’m almost done with this anyways. You’ve been such a great help! You deserve to get some rest. I really appreciate all you’ve done.” a cute smile now forming on his face.

So I did what I was told. I started making my way out of the building, pulling my phone out of my bag one last time before I began walking home. I swiped to unlock it and once again, my message was still left on read. Hoping he was okay, I sent Jin another text message.

Y/N: I’ll be here if you need to talk.

It had been some time since I made it back home. Just getting out of the shower, I felt super comfortable in the pajamas I chose to wear: a simple tee, dolphin shorts, and a pair of my favorite fuzzy socks. Since I didn’t have anything planned for the night, I decided to order some delivery and just chill on the couch and catch up on a few dramas I’d been watching. It sounded like the perfect night in. But my mind keep going back to Jin, wondering if he was okay.

My second message was never even read. It was still showing ‘sent’. Was he ignoring me? Did I do something to upset him? I couldn’t think of anything I might have done.

I had been sitting around waiting on my delivery, pulling up my DVR recordings so I could begin my marathon when my door bell suddenly rang.

“Yay, the food is here! That was surprisingly quick.” I was skipping a bit as I made my way to the front door, grabbing some cash on the way.

I opened the door, my mouth dropping a bit at the sight. Jin was leaning against the doorway, a drunken look on his face.

“There she is~” his words very slurred.

I could smell the alcohol coming off of him. How much had he been drinking?

“Jin?”

He began making his way into my apartment, not even waiting to be invited in. He was wobbling a bit as he walked.

“How much did you drink?” I questioned as I closed the door.

“Enough.”

“Do you need me to call one of the other members to come get you?”

“Noooooooo” he turned around and waved his index finger back and forth. “I came to talk to youuuuuu.”

In my head I was thinking this probably wasn’t a good time to talk, but I wasn’t going to deny it. Maybe this had something to do with what was upsetting him earlier? Only one way to find out.

“Okay, we can talk.” I ushered him to take a seat on the couch.

His body flopped down, and looking at him, his eyes were bloodshot red. He was definitely passed his limit. It was probably best if he stayed the night. He looked to me, his head bobbing back and forth as if it were to help him focus.

“What’s going on with you and Jungkook?” his words becoming more slurred.

“Huh?”

“You heard me….” he leaned in a bit closer. “What’s going….on with you...and him?”

My ears couldn’t believe what they were hearing. I was being interrogated by Jin, a drunk Jin at that. I felt a frown forming on my face. I crossed my arms in front of my chest, my eyebrow twitching now.

“Is this what this is all about?” It was my turn to ask the questions. “You think me and Kookie have a thing for each other?”

He jumped up from his seat. “Yah! You even call him by his nickname, you two have been spending way too much time together, and he has a thing for older women. I knew it!”

I got up as well, though I wasn’t as tall as him, I tried my best to look him square in the eyes.

“I’m literally helping him out with film stuff, that’s all!” my voice was now becoming louder.

Jin shook his head, not wanting to believe anything I had to say on the matter.

“I’m….not…..buying it.” his eyes squinted at me.

I was becoming annoyed at this point. Drunk or not, I didn’t deserve this from him. He was about to hear a piece of my mind.

“Oh my god! Why does it even matter?!”

“Because!” he yelled back.

All this arguing was simply pointless, it would be never ending at this rate. I let out a deep sigh, beginning to make my way over to the kitchen.

“Jin...you’re drunk. Can we just talk about this when you’re not? You should really get some rest. You can stay the night here. I’m going to grab you some water so you can stay hydrated.”

Opening up the fridge, I reached for a bottle of water. Before I could even close it, I could see Jin’s arm in my peripheral slamming it shut, making me jump back a bit. His free arm made it’s way around my waist, pulling me close to him. My eyes grew wide at his actions. He spun me around, making me face him. His eyes softened as they looked at me.

“Y/N...”

My body completely froze. Jin’s hand came up to my face, pushing away some strands of hair that fell down. Still looking at me, his hand was soon cupping my face. Brushing my cheek lightly with his thumb, my face was becoming hotter by the second. Still unable to process what was going on, it felt like my brain stopped functioning. For some reason my heart began to pound. I had never felt this sensation before. It felt like my heart was about to burst from my chest. Like I was going to have a heart attack.

And then the unthinkable happened.

My lips soon found themselves entangled by his. He pulled me closer to him, my eyes continuing to grow wider. Jin was kissing me. My best friend was kissing me! This all seemed so unreal. I almost gave into it when I realized he was still very much drunk since I could taste the alcohol on his lips.

My senses were starting to come back.

I pushed him off me, heart still beating extremely fast. My gaze meeting with his once more, his lips looking plump still from the kiss. I was now completely in shock. Did that really just happened? I didn’t know what to feel in that moment, but one thing was for certain. I was now super confused about all this. My heart just raced for my best friend. My best friend is here drunk and probably doesn't even know what’s going on. Why did he do that? Was this done on purpose? My mind was thinking so many things now, and all I could say to him for the rest of the night were five words.

“What the hell Kim Seokjin!”

[ TO BE CONTINUED ]

A/N: Did I really just leave you with that cliffhanger? Why yes. Yes I did haha In the chapter, I did focus more on the friendship between Y/N and Jin, but I promise you things get more steamy in the next chapter. What will become of our two besties? Only one way to find out! Go on and read the final chapter haha

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