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luxekook · 4 years

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chapter seven.

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 3.6k

⇥ warnings: 18+, lots of cursing, general chaotic energy, poly relationship, a short confrontation, mentions of slut-shaming, switch!reader, dom!joon, switch!jin, sub!jimin, library shenanigans, an abundance of coffee, punishments, spanking, bad puns (jin is in this chapter, DUH), many nerd references uwu

Chapter Seven

Quinn Library – 3:54pm

The end of September passes in a blur of studying, partying, volunteering, and spending time with friends. The month’s conclusion also includes the increasing presence of seven boys in my everyday routine.

Since giving Taehyung the suck of his life in the bathroom of Hannigan’s, I have been basically fighting off the seven of them for a moment to breathe. But, sometimes breathing is overrated when being smothered by affection.

Going from being single to essentially dating seven people is quite the adjustment. I found myself growing attached to them – something that both excited and scared the shit out of me. We haven’t discussed labels or anything, but I figure it’s only a matter of time. The boys have apparently been planning an elaborate first date for this upcoming weekend, and I feel like they’ll probably ask to make it official then.

My stomach erupts in butterflies at the thought, and I take a calming breath. No need to overthink such things.

While it might be unconventional by some societal standards, polyamory is simply a way to love. Why should love come with confines? With binary expectations? The saying ‘love is love’ gets thrown around a lot, but I believe it bears repeating.

Jenni and Luna have been nothing but supportive to me over the past two weeks. They even came with me to volunteer this past weekend because they - and I quote - wanted to ‘check out our vibe’. But, I wholeheartedly expect that the real reason had actually been for them to feel out the boys’ intentions.

Why did I suspect this? Well, because Jungkook had come up to me within the first fifteen minutes at the worksite quivering in fear over how ‘scary my friends were’ and how ‘Jenni had cornered him to interrogate him while Luna hovered behind her, menacingly holding a nail-gun’.

I had never felt more loved and supported by my friends.

My phone dings, and I quickly hasten to put it on silent, shooting an embarrassed and apologetic look around the library. It seems like most people have headphones in, and I let out a sigh of relief. No one wants to be that one loud person in the library.

Checking my notifications, I smile when I see it’s a SnapChat from Hobi in the group chat the boys created a few weeks ago. My thumb swipes it open, and I barely contain myself from announcing to the whole library how vibrantly handsome one of my potential boyfriends is.

I quickly send a SnapChat back of me and my stack of books in the library with the caption ‘send help in the form of coffee’.

Immediately, Taehyung sends a flurry of heart eyes emojis in the chat, Jungkook sends a ‘noona is so cute’, and Yoongi sends back a picture of a black screen with the caption ‘come nap with me’.

God, I would love to nap with Yoongi right now… Alone time with the older boy is so elusively precious. One day last week at their house, I had mentioned wanting to learn piano. Yoongi had just grabbed my hand and tugged me to his room. We had spent a couple hours together in the small corner of his room playing on his keyboard.

Well, he had been playing; I had been fumbling around like a buffoon - half uncoordinated in general and half flustered by how good Yoongi looked playing. His hands had been so nimble as they flew over the keys, crafting melodies I could only assume he had composed. His focus had been so fucking hot as he nodded slightly along to the tempo in his head, his eyes shooting over to look at me every once in a while.

My hand kink? Activated.

My willpower to not kiss the shit out of Yoongi? Nonexistent.

When Yoongi had paused in between songs, I may or may not have grabbed him by his shirt collar and kissed him. His blushing attempt to dodge me had been so cute; and when I had stopped trying to kiss him, he had pouted and then kissed me instead.

What a cutie…

A giggle draws my attention from my reminiscing. At first, I pay it no mind, taking it as a directive to dive back into my studies. But then, the whispering starts.

“I heard she’s fucking her way through the whole house.”

“Isn’t there a term for that?”

“Yeah, a frat rat.”

I slam my 500-page textbook closed and stand, leveling the duo of gossiping girls with a glare that could make grown men cry. It had before when I had to properly eviscerate my uncle in defense of feminism at our last family gathering. What a time that had been.

“Is there a problem?” I force the question through gritted teeth, stalking over towards their nearby table. I relish in the way they gape at me, eyes wide and pupils quivering, “I’m sorry. I’m afraid my complaint jar is at capacity. Please don’t try again later.”

The girl on the right gulps, “No-nope, there’s no problem! We were just leaving. Right, Janika?”

“No,” The girl who had called me a ‘frat rat’ just moments before crosses her arms and stands, “I do, like, have a problem.”

“Janika,” The other girl tugs on the sleeve of the one standing, “Don’t.”

“Yeah, Janika,” I smile, “Don’t.”

I can see the moment she snaps.

“You’re, like, such a fucking bitch! I don’t know what they all see in you. Oh wait, yes I do. You’re fucking easy.”

I consider myself to be a patient person, but having to endure this type of rant against my character - and against women’s sexual freedom in general - has pushed me well past my limits.

“Now, listen here, Janika,” I take another step forward, “You can keep talking your shit. I really don’t give a flying fuck what you think about me. But I really advise you to google ‘how to stop slut-shaming for dummies’ because it seems like you need a crash course.”

Janika’s face darkens, “Whatever. They’ll get tired of you anyway.”

“Yeah,” I let out an amused laugh, “I’m sure they’ll get real tired of me choking on their dicks every night.”

Letting out a gasp, Janika whirls back around to face her silent friend, “Let’s go. I don’t want to, like, be around her any longer.”

“Buh-bye now,”I wiggle my fingers in their direction as they shuffle out of the library.

Smiling in satisfaction, I head back towards my table. Without hesitation, I gather my books and belongings and head upstairs to the quiet floor. Any more distractions or confrontations would probably make my blood pressure pop off the charts.

The quiet floor, as one of my safe havens, is home to several small private study rooms. Peering into each, I start to lose hope that any would be available. Finally, the very last room proves me wrong, and I swing open the door and almost in tears over the sweet, sweet solitude.

This particular study room is tucked away in the very far corner of the library’s second floor. Not many people are aware of its location, and it seems that paid off for me today. Plopping my things down across the table in the center of the tiny room, I follow suit and drop down into one of the two chairs adjoining the table.

What a clusterfuck of an afternoon… This sadly isn’t the first time I’ve heard some comments being made about my association with the BTS boys, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. Yet, part of me knew all along that this would be the trade-off.

After all, what are a few irrelevant opinions to seven gorgeous and loyal partners? Inconsequential - in my opinion. That is the reason why I haven’t breathed a word of the backlash to anyone.

Sighing, I flip open my textbook to where I had been before being rudely interrupted.

The amygdala plays a key role in emotion and behavior…

“Noona?”

I jump a half-mile out of my chair, slapping a hand over my pounding heart. Jimin had somehow managed to enter the room without my knowledge. Had he fucking teleported?

Holding a giant iced coffee in one hand and a cinnamon bun in the other, Jimin beams at me and ignores the fact he just scared the living shit out of me. “Hi, noona! I saw your SnapChat while I was in class, and I came here as soon as I could.”

I stare dumbfounded at the angel before me. Jimin is slightly out of breath with reddened cheeks and a sweaty brow. His black track-pants are slung low on his hips, his long-sleeve white t-shirt clings to his torso, his black duffle bag thrown carelessly over one shoulder. He must have run over straight from dance class.

Standing abruptly, I stalk over to where Jimin is still posted up by the doorway to the study room. Toe to toe with him, I blurt out while still half in a daze, “You really brought me coffee and food?”

He eyes me warily like I might suddenly jump on him at any moment. Shifting his weight back and forth, Jimin hesitantly replies, “Um, yes?"

I take the coffee and cinnamon bun from his hands, place them on the table, and then tackle him with the biggest hug. "You absolute sweetheart!" I murmur into the crook of his neck, "This made my day. Thank you, Jimin-ie."

His hands tentatively wrap around me, pulling me closer. "You're welcome, noona. I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

“Well, I really appreciate it, baby,” My lips brush over the crevice of his collarbone and relish in his shudder. Bringing my head up to face his, I smile widely at him, “Can I kiss you, Jimin-ie?”

“Yes,” He sighs out, eyes already closing in anticipation. I press my lips to his, still smiling softly against his mouth. His lips are plush under mine, velvety soft. My tongue swipes across his bottom lip and— Is that coffee I taste?

I pull back, “Jimin, did you sip my coffee on your way here?”

The boy looks rightfully alarmed, “I– y-yes. But only a little, noona!”

Cute.

“Hmm,” I trail my fingers down his chest, “I guess I’ll make an exception for you this time since you were the one to bring it for me.”

Jimin relaxes slightly, but his expression is strangely disappointed. I stare at him quizzically, and he blushes.

“What is it?” I lean against the table, facing him.

He clears his throat, staring intensely at the ground, “You can still punish me if you want, (y/n)-noona.”

My eyebrows shoot upwards at his offer, and then I let out a slight chuckle, “Oh, Jimin… That would be a favor to you, wouldn’t it? My baby boy wants to be punished, hm? Did dance practice make you all hot and bothered? Jungkook tells me that has been happening to you lately.”

Jimin’s face explodes in color as he mutters, “That little bitch will pay for this.”

Suddenly, the door swings open with a resounding thud, nearly clipping Jimin in the shoulder.

“Your savior has arrived!” Kim Seokjin announces loudly in spite of the studiously silent atmosphere of the quiet floor. His hands hold two steaming hot travel mugs, which I can only guess are filled with the elixir of the gods (aka coffee).

Seokjin’s eyes glance around the room as he takes in the fact that I’m not alone as he obviously had expected. “Wait, Jimin-ie? What are you doing here?” Jin’s eyes flick down to the coffee and cinnamon roll that lay on the table. “Goddamn it!”

“You were too slow, hyung,” Jimin smirks happily as he takes a seat in the chair I had previously vacated. He slouches smugly as he stares up at the fuming older boy.

“Too slow?!” Jin roars.

“Jin,” I chastise, circumventing around him to shut the door.

“Sorry, babe,” Seokjin says while still glaring daggers at the all-too-pleased Jimin. Suddenly, his expression changes into a sneaky look that makes me both want to run and jump his bones. “Well,” He waves the two coffee mugs around in the air, “I made these myself - with love. I didn’t buy that generic shit; I brewed it, baby.”

It’s Jimin’s turn again to look disgruntled, and I can’t help but laugh at their antics.

“Any and all coffee is appreciated and loved by me – the more the merrier. So, thank you both,” You say, taking one of the travel mugs from Seokjin. Kissing his cheek, you turn back to sit opposite Jimin at the table.

“She kissed me on the lips!” Jimin bursts.

“Park Jimin!” I cry as Jin splutters some sort of incoherent rant about fairness and equality.

Jimin holds eye contact with me, still leaning back in his chair like he’s the king of the fucking universe. But, he’s not; I am.

My chair hits the wall behind me with a bang as I stand, planting my hands on the table to loom over Jimin. “Do you think it’s fun to push your hyung, Jimin? Does it amuse you to be a little shit?”

I can see the moment that Jimin decides to be a brat. His eyes heat up in a challenge, and he firmly answers, “Yes, noona.”

“Get up.” The change in my tone is apparent. Jimin gulps. Getting to his feet, he stares back at me expectantly.

“Jin,” I address the older boy while still maintaining eye contact with Jimin, “What kind of punishment do you think I should give our Jimin here?”

Seokjin rounds my other side, grinning, “Well, (y/n) darling, I believe he should get spanked.”

“Interesting choice,” I murmur, turning to face Jin, “That’s what you’re going to get then.”

“What?” Jin squawks, arms waving rapidly around in the air, “But I didn’t do anything!”

“Nothing is what you should have done, Jin,” I push him against the wall, “You know better than to let Jimin rile you up like this.”

Those plump lips of his pout dramatically as he whines, “But, (y/n)…”

“But nothing,” I say and then whirl around to face the other boy. He’s still standing where I left him with his eyes glued to the pair of us. “Jimin,” I hold his gaze, “You’re going to watch. You’re not going to touch yourself, your hyung isn’t going to touch you, and I’m not going to touch you.”

His eyes widen comically, “No! That’s not fair!”

“Do you want to be gagged, too, baby boy?” I ask, cocking my head slightly. Seeing his emphatic head shakes, I grin. “That’s what I thought. Now, stay.”

Turning back to Jin, I smirk slightly as I ask, “Punishment now or later?”

Seokjin’s eyes scrunch cutely in confusion, “What?”

“You see,” I move closer to him, my body brushes his, “I think you earned a punishment, but I think you also earned helping me punish Jimin.”

A wide grin crosses Jin’s face as he glances back at the corner Jimin is stewing in. “I would be honored to help you punish him, babe.”

“That’s what I figured,” I smile briefly at him before slowly sliding my hands up his chest to rest on the nape of his neck. Holding them there, I press the lightest of kisses to the corner of his lips.

Jin’s breath hitches in his throat.

I run my tongue against the seam of his mouth, taking my time and savoring the sweet taste of him. His lips part to let me in, my tongue sliding across his. I grind against him as we kiss, moving my hips in such a way that makes him groan and lean back harder against the wall.

“What the fuck is going on in here?”

Ripping my mouth from Jin’s, I turn to face the newcomer.

Namjoon stands in the doorway holding yet another cup of coffee, his face thunderous. "What do the three of you think you're doing? This is the goddamn library, you heathens!”

Seokjin jumps out of his skin in fright, pushing me away faster than I can anticipate. Stumbling back, I crash into Jimin – who apparently had ventured out of his assigned corner. Brat.

“The shades were open!” Namjoon continues to rant as he flicks the aforementioned item down to cover the door’s window, “Did you want people to see you?”

He reads the expression on my face correctly, “Oh, but you did, didn’t you, (y/n)?” Namjoon approaches where I’m still captured in Jimin’s embrace. Glaring down at me, he taunts, “So quick to stake your claim; but, make no mistake, they were mine first.”

Shaking out of Jimin’s hold, I straighten, raising my chin to meet Namjoon’s gaze full-on, “That’s interesting. I didn’t realize you were so lenient with your partners.”

Jimin makes a choking noise behind me. Jin stands behind Namjoon, waving a hand in front of his throat to clearly tell me to stop talking. I keep going, “Perhaps I need to teach you how to discipline.”

Namjoon flips me around, shoves Jimin out of the way, and bends me facedown across the table.

“Jin,” He says, his voice growly, “Stand in the hall and let me know if you can hear us.”

The sound of the door opening and closing alerts me that Jin followed Namjoon’s instructions without a word.

“Jimin,” He continues, “Hold (y/n)’s hands out in front of her.” Jimin ascquieces, staring apologetically down at me as he tugs my hands towards him.

“This is cute,” I say, “I always love holding Jimin-ie’s hands.”

Thwack. The stinging imprint of Namjoon’s palm on my ass burns deliciously. I arch my back, looking over my shoulder at him with a half-smile. “Do it harder, daddy.”

A breath sucks in between his lips as I utter the word I know will get him feeling as hot as me. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby girl,” Namjoon grits out, his jaw clenched tightly.

“Oh, daddy,” I say, “Don’t you remember? I’m the fucking Queen.”

“Was that a chess pun? Nice.” A muffled voice followed by a squeaky laugh sounds through the door.

“Seokjin,” Namjoon seethes, flying over to open the door and drag the older boy back inside, “I thought I told you to let me know if you could hear us.”

I tug out of Jimin’s gentle hold, straighten back up, and then situate myself into a sitting position on the table.

I watch amusedly as Jin shimmies his way out of Joon’s grasp, “Yah! It’s not my fault I get intense FOMO. Don’t hate the player, hate the game. Besides, I only heard you because I had my ear pressed to the door.”

Jimin stifles a giggle. I let out a full-on laugh. Namjoon mumbles what sounds like a plea to some higher power under his breath.

“See what I have to deal with?” Namjoon turns to me, shaking his head. “Are you sure you want to sign up for this?”

“That depends,” I swing my legs back and forth as I stay perched on the table, “Are you going to keep spanking me?”

The boy who had just unhesitatingly bent me over to punish me now blushes and rubs the back of his neck. “I mean, probably? You have quite a mouth on you, baby.”

Hopping off the table, I laugh, “Good answer. Ten points to Gryffindor.”

“Woo!” Jin cheers, “Nice job on the House Points, Joon-ie!”

“I am in love with idiots,” Jimin sighs.

Grabbing my phone from my backpack, I let out a slight yell as I read the time. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” I scramble to shove all of my textbooks back into my bag.

“What is it, noona?” Jimin worries, appearing next to me. “Are you late for class?”

“No,” I cry, “It’s so much worse. I’m late for my weekly Animal Crossing discord chat! Heath is gonna kill me…”

“Heath?” Jin scowls, “Who is this Heath you speak of?”

“Chill, fam,” I shrug my backpack onto my shoulders and stare contemplatively down at the three different coffees. “You can’t get jealous every time I mention a new person. What’s next? You’re gonna come for Tom Nook?”

Namjoon - who must play Animal Crossing - stifles a laugh as Jin pouts. “She has a point, Jin.”

“And so does a pencil. Big whoop,” Jin scowls with his arms folded.

“Aw, Seokjin-ie,” I coo, reaching over to pinch his cheek, “Don’t be mad. You’ll get to spend all day with me on Saturday after volunteering! What are we doing, anyways?” I level Joon with my best side-eye as I ask that question, knowing he is more likely than not the mastermind behind our planned date.

“It’s going to be great, noona!” Jimin pipes up, hugging me from the side, “You’re going to love it…You’re going to love us.” He murmurs the last part, probably not meaning for me to hear; but, I do.

God, I do.

“We’ll pick you up before volunteering,” Joon says, “Just bring yourself and a change of clothes.”

“What?” I decide - fuck it - and attempt to grab all three coffees, “No overnight bag?”

Jin, who had just taken a sip of his own coffee, spews it everywhere. “Pack one,” He gasps out in between coughs.

Laughing, I walk to the door, which Jimin kindly opens for me. “Okay, I’ll think about it. Ah, I’m so late. Jimin and Jin, I’ll punish you at a later time. Joon, you can try to punish me at a later time.” Living for their astonished expressions, I wave as best I can with three coffees in hand, “Bye, babes! Text me-e-e.”

As I make my way out of the library, it hits me that I only have one more day to prepare for this date. Fucking hell…

a/n: this is such a filler of a chap with a tinge of drama mixed in, hehe. the next one is gonna be that date tho uwu stay tuuuuuuned and thanks 4 reading

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writtingsparxx · 3 years

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...And Cold

Title: ...And Cold Rating: G. I don’t think I even swore in this Pairing: Reader/Sigma. Gender neutral, no pronouns used Notes: Oh geez. I lived bitch. Thank you so much to @talkingshitpost for the prompt that started this all

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You knew that winter was the best time for stargazing. You had heard it in every planetarium demonstration, every astronomy club meeting, every naked-eye observation lecture. Winter in the Northern Hemisphere usually meant the clearest skies, the longest nights, and the brightest stars. But, even though you were tired of hearing the same information over and over again, when Siebren de Kuiper started talking about it, you didn't seem to mind one bit. In fact, whenever the scientist started to go on about different stuff in the universe your interest only grew. And one thing in particular that the astronomer had been rambling on for the past couple of weeks was the Ursids meteor shower that was going to be at its peak soon.

It was one of the largest and most visible meteor showers that was visible in the Northern Hemisphere at this time of the year. The only problem that was it was also freezing during this time of the year. The thought of getting to spend the entire night just watching the stars and the meteor shower was ideal, but you really didn't want to turn into an icicle either. Still, after some planning you had everything set up and ready to go. Now, it was just getting permission from Siebren to not come into the lab the next day, because you knew that you were going to be exhausted.

"Siebren?" you asked softly as you entered his office at the end of the day. The astronomer was sitting at his desk, his head in his hands as he stared down at the papers in front of him. The last couple of weeks had been difficult. All the research that Siebren and the team had been putting in wasn't showing results as fast as some of the higher members of Talon's administration wanted, and so they were threatening him. And it wasn't just with physical harm, it was also the idea of cutting off funding, and more importantly, cutting off the medical help that was keeping Siebren as stable as possible. It was terrifying to think about, especially the threat of taking away the thing that had helped Siebren so much over the last few months.

"Hmm? Oh, yes, sorry.... I didn't see you there," Siebren said, sitting up slightly in his chair. When he looked up at you, you couldn't help but notice how hollow his eyes looked, and how tired it seemed that he was. It couldn't be easy having to answer to people like Reaper and Doomfist, but with the added pressure of everything else, you couldn't imagine the stress that Siebren was under.

"That's okay... I just came in," you said with a smile, reaching up to move a piece of hair out of your face. "I um... I actually came in to ask you a question..." you started, biting your bottom lip, not sure how to approach whas was essentially asking your boss out on a date. "Well, as you probably know, tonight is going to be the peak of the Ursids meteor shower, and I was just... I was wondering if you wanted to watch it with me tonight?" you asked quickly.

You could almost hear Siebren thinking. It was obvious that he wasn't expecting for you to ask him to watch the meteor shower with you. "I... I forgot that it was today..." Siebren said quietly, his voice trailing off as he looked up over your shoulder. The last few weeks Siebren had been losing track of time easily, and you were beginning to wonder if it was a side-effect of the accident that he had. "I hadn't planned on seeing it, but... I could catch some of it with you. For research of course," Siebren said with a small smile.

You laughed slightly, loving that he had to find some kind of justification to actually enjoy something for himself for a change. "Of course... For research," you teased with a smile. "I'm hoping to set up a little make-shift camp out near the training field. Hopefully we won't freeze to death while waiting for it," you joke with a smile. "I um... I'm going to go change and get ready. I'll see you about 6?" you asked.

"Oh yes, understood," Siebren said with a small smile.

You smiled brightly, turning a slight shade of pink before rushing out of the office. Even after all this time with Siebren, you still felt nervous talking to him. You wondered if there would ever be a time where even thinking about Siebren wouldn't make you blush like you had a crush on him. Still, you were happy that Siebren agreed, and you couldn't wait until later that night in order to spend some quality time with him without having to worry about anything else. At least for a couple of hours.

When you got back to your room, you immediately started to get ready for the evening. You had managed to "borrow" several blankets from the laundry and was making sure you had enough to not only put on the ground as a protective barrier, but also to hopefully bundle up in when you got too cold. You had also set out almost every piece of winter clothing that you had. Hopefully, with enough layers you wouldn't turn into a human icicle in just a few moments. So, after piling on your long johns, thermal tights, thermal shirt, a pair of long pants, a pair of jeans, a long sleeved shirt, a t-shirt, a hoodie, your winter jacket, your heavy boot socks, boots, gloves, a scarf and your hat, you figured that it would enough to keep you warm. Making sure that you had your communicator in case of any emergencies, you grabbed your pile of blankets and headed to the training grounds.

Just as you suspected, there was no one out on the training field at this time of the night. You suspected with the snow and ice no one would be out here at any time during the day. Still, it was nice to know that you and Siebren probably wouldn’t be disturbed. Trudging through the snow to the middle of the field, you started to set up your pile of blankets into as comfortable as a bed that you could. You sat down, smiling as you laid back, looking up at the sky.

There weren’t words to describe how beautiful it was out here. Being far enough away from base and the rest of the world meant that you could see the stars from one point on the horizon to the other. At your zenith the Milky Way cut across the sky with its subtle orange, purples, and blues. It was absolutely mesmerizing just laying there and watching the sky as it slowly started to change.

After what could have been ten minutes or an hour, you could hear crunching of footsteps in the snow. Sitting up, you turned quickly, seeing a large figure walking toward you. It was too dark to really tell who it was that was approaching, but you had a feeling that there was only one person who would be coming out towards the training field at this time of night. Your suspicion was answered fairly quickly as you heard Siebren’s voice call out your name.

“I’m here,” you said, grabbing your communicator and turning on the flashlight. With the sudden light, you saw Siebren approaching you, two thermos cups in hand. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit when you saw him. He was wearing only a pair of dark pants, a long shirt, a winter jacket, a scarf and a hat.

“I… I brought us something to drink. Coffee to help keep us awake and then some hot chocolate just to make us warmer,” Siebren said, approaching and sitting down next to you on the blankets.

“Thank you. I’m sure that I’m going to need it. I’m already freezing,” you joked, reaching out to take one of the warm thermos, just holding it in your hand. You looked over Siebren’s outfit and laughed slightly. “How are you not freezing in just that?” you asked.

“This weather… It reminds me of being up there, at Horizon. It was always so cold. No matter how much they tried to pump the place with heat… I could never get my feet to warm up,” Siebren said, looking down at his shoes. “Whenever it gets cold, I’m reminded of things that happened there. The memories are… hazy, but there,” Siebren said softly before turning back to you.

You smiled softly, keeping quiet for a moment. After the accident Siebren had difficulty remembering things. The medics who worked for Talon said it had something to do with him repressing the trauma of the event, but you figured that it also had to do with some treatment that the Talon agents had put him through. After all, you couldn’t have an ideal weapon when the weapon could remember all of the good that he did in the world. After a moment you looked back up at Siebren. “Thank you, for bringing the drinks. I’m sure that I’m going to need it. I’m a baby when it comes to the cold,” you explained, taking a small sip of the drink in your hand.

“I can tell,” Siebren joked, looking over your outfit. You blushed slightly, taking another sip of your drink.

You let the conversation die, just turning your attention to the sky once more. It was quiet out here. You didn’t have to think about what was going on in the lab, or whether or not someone was going to come into your room to ask you a question. Here, in this moment you had no responsibilities, no pressing matters that had to be dealt with immediately. It was just the sky, yourself, and Siebren.

After a while, as you started to relax more, you began to feel like your whole body was heavy, and it seemed like it was taking forever for you to blink. A combination of the cold weather, the peace and quiet, and knowing that you didn’t have any responsibilities until at least tomorrow afternoon meant that you were at your most relaxed in weeks. All you wanted to do was lay down and go to sleep right then and there. Surely you’d wake up in time for the meteor shower…

As you started to get more and more tired, at one point you fell forward a little, only to be jolted awake by the feeling of a strong arm across the front of your body. You blinked your eyes open, looking up at the source of the arm. Siebren was looking down at you with slight concern, his arm across your chest and keeping you propped up. “Are you okay, mijn beste?” he asked, helping you sit up straight again.

You blushed slightly, nodding vigorously a few times. “I’m fine, just a little tired,” you explained. You adjusted slightly, allowing yourself to sit up completely. Maybe if you sat with correct posture you’d be able to stay awake.

“If you’d like, I could let you sleep. I can wake you when the meteor shower starts,” Siebren offered.

“Oh! No, thank you! I… I would feel bad. I invited you out here and I don’t want to fall asleep before anything even happens!” you said quickly, going to set the how drink down and turning back to Siebren.

“It would be no trouble. I-I don’t mind,” Siebren said with a smile.

You blushed again, hugging your arms around you and running your hands up and down your arms, trying to warm up slightly. You couldn’t believe how nice and thoughtful Siebren was. He had been so kind and thoughtful all evening. First with the warm drinks and now offering to let you sleep. You appreciated everything that he had done and offered you so far. “I would appreciate it, Siebren,” you said softly, looking up at him again.

Siebren just nodded in response. You started to get ready to lay down, startled by Siebren suddenly getting up. You sat back up, wondering if something was wrong. “Everything okay?” you asked, puzzled. You couldn’t see anything that would warrant this kind of reaction, and even if there was a danger you didn’t have anything on you to protect yourself.

“Oh, I just… I was going to give you some space,” Siebren explained, rubbing the back of his neck.

You laughed a little, shaking your head. “You can’t just stand there for possibly hours, come sit back down,” you said.

Siebren seemed a little shy about it, hesitating before he went to sit back down. He sat down next to you, looking over for a second before looking away. You couldn’t tell that great in the dark, but you swore that he was blushing. “If… If you want, you can lean against me. It might be warmer, and more comfortable than the ground,” Siebren mumbled quietly.

The sudden offer made your skin feel like it was on fire. You looked away, trying to focus on anything but the scientist sitting next to you. Finally, you looked back at him, nodding slightly. “I would like that,” you stammered out. You awkwardly moved over to Siebren, sitting at his side. You put your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. A moment later, you felt Siebren wrapping you up in a blanket, making sure that you weren’t too cold still.

You didn’t know how you were going to get any sleep now. Your heart was racing and it felt like your skin was still on fire. Siebren was warmer than you expected and you were finally comfortable after freezing all night. He smelt amazing, too. You didn’t know what he used, but it definitely wasn’t the soap that they sold at the commissary. You sighed again softly, just letting everything else wash away. “Can you just talk about anything? Horizon, fun facts that you have about the meteor shower. Anything, Siebren. I like hearing you talk about space,” you said quietly, settling and moving in closer to Siebren.

It took a moment before Siebren settled on a topic that he wanted to talk about. It had something to do with the discovery of Dark Matter and how it was probably the most important discovery that humans had ever made regarding astronomy and astrophysics, and how it had changed the way that we studied basically everything. It was hard to keep up with his train of thought as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

You weren’t sure how long you were asleep, or how long Siebren had kept talking about Dark Matter. The next thing that you knew you were being woken up by the scientist. You were laying back against the ground, looking up at Siebren. “Mijn beste, wake up… It’s starting,” you heard him say. As your eyes started to focus you caught sight of Siebren, a meteor streaking by in the night sky behind him.

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gaulemtypefemale-dm-l-016 · 3 years

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3d, 5d and 5n? :)

3d. Rank the endings (for one game of your choice or the true endings of the 3 games)

In terms of all games, I think I would rank 999 ending > VLR ending > ZTD ending.

However, each one of them gave me a different experience so I really enjoy them as a whole package. For example, when I finished VLR, I felt I needed more. The experience had been so intense that I wanted to play ZTD right away. On the other hand, ZTD's true ending made me feel very introspective, even if the writting felt lacking sometimes.

I ranked 999's ending higher because I feel like 999, in general, felt more concise and it had my favourite cast. I loved the epilogue and how the game could simply end there and not even have a sequel. It felt like a complete game by itself. Of course I was a bit desperate with the situation between Akane and Junpei, and how they ended up in separate ways, but it felt fitting.

As for VLR I really enjoyed the plot twist. I felt the true ending was a bit too long, like a never ending ride, but, despite the confusion, I enjoyed the general explanation of it. I also enjoyed the sad tone of the story, and I absolutely loved some of the reflections from the another time (even if not considered as canon).

However, the game asked for more.

And there's where ZTD enters. I had some problems getting used to the cinematics of the game and the characters, and, at the time I played, some things felt weird, like how suddenly it seemed so simple to just shift. As for the ending, I really like how it was put as a moral dilemma, a ZERO TIME DILEMMA, in fact, the situation of shifting (not sure if to think that the shifting until then had been made too easy, or it was purposedly used so that only later they had to face the fact that they doomed their other selves). The ending made me think a lot about how, despite them being alive at the end, despite this seemingly good turn of events, it still felt all like a gamble, as the begining of the game. In the end we didnt' even know the identity of the terrorist, and they still doomed their first ending iteration, for their last iteration (which has the trauma from playing the decision game).

Delta's character is generally a source of memes due to his quotes, but his words still left some marks. His whole plan was convoluted. It's almost like the second nonary game, but here the multiple timelines had to happen in order for this future to come true, and for him and Phi to exist.

I also love the ending theme and it plays very well, complementing this interminable dilemma mood the characters live through. I also love how, in the end, we can interpret Delta as a character portraying the player: "One of Delta's motivations for creating the Decision Game: he can't shift himself, but can read the minds of those who experienced other timelines, and was interested in learning about them. Given that Delta is technically the Player Character, this is probably a meta-narrative commentary on player curiosity" (taken from ZTD TV tropes).

So in the end this was all to say that, despite liking 999's ending better for how solid it seemed to me, the other games' endings also deserve a lot of credit for their worth.

(I didn't know the ranking was for the endings of all games or one in specific so I went with this, but I may try to rank for a specific game later).

5d. Do you consider Another Time to be canon? If so, do you have any theories on ?'s identity

I think at the time I finished ZTD I found that Another Time was not considered canon. Nevertheless I really liked its contents so I like to pick elements from it and incorporate in canon. One of my favourite part of it is Tenmyouji’s thoughts on this plan of jumping to the past and change it. The bikers’ story is one of my favourites there and I felt it was a message about how, despite losing Akane, he found Quark along his journey in this doomed timeline, and how, even if their plan works, this timeline still exists. There is also a possibility that the transporter was hinted with Alice and Clover’s conversation, but not sure if that was the alternative or not.

About ?’s identity, I think my favourite take is the player. Because the player is an irregular identity in the game. To get the Another Time, the player has to achieve certain goals, such as collecting the golden files. The player can play with timelines as much as they want since they can jump through the flowchart freely and they even command Sigma’s action through the game (which can explain the way sometimes he was surprised with his vote during the Nonary Game). And I believe it refers to the player coming from the true ending of ZTD, but this is merely speculation...

Since Delta could be meta commentary about the player, I also liked to think he could be involved in this, but since he can’t shift , it’s much improbable. However I like how there is a link with how the end of ZTD is Carlos pointing the gun at him, which represents a situation of danger that could trigger a shift.

Other than this, I think I haven’t thought much about it. I may have read some theories some time ago, but I don’t remember them now...

5n. Do you have any fanart/fanfic/fangame recommendations?

Fanart is probably what I consume the most. I really love @/keycrash’s works, @/kisschasey’s portraits of Snake, @/caelytrix, the way @/aestheticcannibal portrays Kyle and Dio, @/i0n4 and much more artists. I always try to reblog the amazing works I find from the fandom and sorry for not listing more, nor any work in specific.

Twitter is also a very good media to find a lot of good ZE fanarts. Not all of them are tagged, but generally searching the ZeroEscape tag allows you to find very cool works, along with other tweets and memes.

Now, on fanfiction I can’t really give much recommendations because I haven’t read many. I mainly read some from Zecret Santa event. I remember enjoying the one I got about Tenmyouji and Quark because I really love their wholesome relationship. Link here

There’s also one I once started to read but didn’t finish due to lack of time, but which was VLR’s story told from Phi’s POV and I found the idea extremely interesting although I still haven’t read it. It’s pretty long too. Link here

Now for an idea which concept I feel it’s funny and interesting: I once found one that was a Nonary game in the IKEA. I actually haven’t read it but at the time I thought it was a really funny idea. Link here

I’ve only read the first recommendation, but thought I should leave the other two, as they seem interesting and funny.

Sorry for the long post and the delay in replying. I also apologize for any mistake I made. I’m a bit tired but I really wanted to finish this post.

And thank you for the asks. I really enjoyed the question about Another Time and, although I’m pretty bad at ranking things, I like discussing and going through the games’ content again.

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Scent. a Haikyu!! Fanfiction pt.15

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“Okay, Asami truth or dare” The green bottle turned its head towards the beta and she groaned, because the person who just asked her was no other than Mikoto. “oooh”, Shiro exclaimed with a tone that insinuated incoming trouble. The beta adjusted her face scrub and winced as she almost dropped some on the floor they were sitting on. “Truth I guess”, she mumbled and Mikoto let out a villainous laugh. “You will regret that”, Shirochimed and Asami gave her a half-hearted smack. The three of them were sitting in Shiro’s dorm with the led lights set on a calming light purple. All of them were wearing some sort of pajamas with old baggy t-shirts and skin care items displayed all around them. Wiggling around on her spot, the omega pressed her hands together in thought until she snickered again. “Do you have a crush on someone?” Exasperated, the beat huffed out a long breath before she answered, “you know the answer to that question” Mikoto giggled again while Shiro only looked appalled, “Hey! What crush? I don’t know about no crush?”, and Asami looked at her in disbelief. “Oh, that crush”, Shiro made a face and grinned while the beta started to shift around uncomfortably. Mikoto looked at her for a second, catching her unease, “Okay then~” she clapped her hands a couple of times to bring both sets of eyes towards her. “If you would choose any other guy”, and she wiggled her fingers, “who would it be?” “oof”, Shiro choked out. Asami on the other hands didn’t even have to think about it that much before she spat out a name. “Osamu” “What?!”, Shiro gasped and Asami just shrugged. “We’re talking about hypotheticals right? He’s quiet, cute and can cook. Solid ain’t he?” “Oh Asami, I didn’t expect you to have such a quick answer on you”, Mikoto mused with a grin. “Well what about you then?” “Me?”, Mikoto asked herself and placed her head onto her palm. “I don’t need men, they disappoint me”, she brought up with a poker face until all of the girls suddenly started laughing. Heaving in breaths as they slowly started to lose themselves in the continuous laugh cycle it took them a while before they stopped and calmed themselves. Their heads were spinning, a short moment in which they could just detach themselves from the stress of university and just be girls. “Shiro?” “Huh”, Shiro whipped her head around to find Asami and Mikoto looking at her with the same knowing face, and she instantly looked disgusted, “why are you looking at me like that?” “Come on~ Tell us!”, Mikoto chimed and slowly moved towards the sigma. Asami lightly shoved the arm of the youngest, to which her annoyance only grew until she groaned and relented. “Fine! I don’t really have a crush though”, she muttered. “Yeah whatever, but who do you find cute?”, Asami sipped a little from her drink and Mikoto nodded to encourage her. “Cute? Uhm, no. Not cute, but if we’re talking about built”, and she flexed her arms which made both o f the girls giggle, “the guy that runs the council or whatever”. Asami almost spat out her soda, coughing and choking while Mikoto only looked at the youngest with a gaping mouth. “Ushijima?”, the omega rasped out and Asami aggressively sipped more on her drink to stop choking. “Yeah that dude!”, Shiro nodded to herself. “I don’t know what’s worse”, Asami placed down the cup and leaned over to look at the sigma, “the fact that you find that guy attractive, or the fact that you didn’t even know his name!” “ I don’t remember the name, only the fit”, she concluded with a grin on her face. “Wow”, Asami said and gave Mikoto a look. The omega looked back at her with confusion displayed on her features. “What”, she spat out and Asami just kept staring at her with pursed lips. “I think I got dirt on you too”, she whispered while moving around weirdly, her arms flailing. “What do you mean?”, and Mikoto turned cautious, her head tilting to the side. The beta took that as an opportunity to continue and she put her head on top of her palms. “I told you guys how I met Osamu last week, and you told me how you met

Atsumu right?” “Yeah, and you already have a crush on Osamu, so?”, Mikoto retorted and Asami shook her head while stifling a grin. “Don’t distract me now! You know that’s not true!”, the beta composed herself and looked a bit more serious as she continued, “I told you both that I met him on campus at a tour guide right?” “And where is your point?”, Mikoto asked with a smile that looked a little intimidating. “So tell us the story of how you met Atsumu!” “I did?”, the omega tilted her head back and looked in between the two girls. “Well, you just said that Osamu seemingly has a brother, and that you met him. That was it. I feel like normally you would tell us more about your impression on him”, Asami thought aloud and her gaze trailed across the room, “feels like you don’t wanna tell us something”. “Oh oh”, Shiro chimed while Mikoto could only scoff. “It’s nothing important”, the omega concluded but Asami didn’t let off. “I’m not saying it was! Just maybe, might be leaving something interesting out?” A staring contest began between Mikoto and Asami, while the beta was visibly uncomfortable she tried to start the conversation differently. “Okay look, when I met Osamu last week he told me that he had just moved here, that he was a culinary arts major, he was also very like”, Asami moved her fingers around the air as if she was trying to feel something invisible, “quiet and aloof? Still very nice though, and cute!” “You’re repeating yourself. Do you even have a crush on-” “AND”, Asami shouted to overrule Mikoto’s thrown in comments before she could continue. The beta cleared her throat. “What I’m saying is, I met the guy last week and I immediately told you about him, to which you said and I quote”, she placed air quotations with her hands, “Oh, I think he has a brother because I met someone called Miya Atsumu a couple of days before”. “So I did tell you about him!”, Mikoto shot back her hand outstretched and close enough for Asami to grab onto. “Yes, but that was it! Did he say nothing? Do nothing? I need observations! Details!” Mikoto slapped away her hand and hummed lowly, “For someone who can’t stop stuttering in front of strangers you really keep tabs on all the men around us hm?” Playfully nudging the beta she hoped the comment wasn’t too harsh, as her friend frequently got things misunderstood, but Asami merely chuckled darkly. “The more you keep straying away from the topic by insulting me, the more I think you’re hiding something. Out with it!” Shiro sat next to the girls with one hand in a bag of chips and the other tapping away at her phone, she looked up at both of the other girls and grinned to herself before snickering a little bit. “I don’t know why you’re making a big deal out of it you drama queen”, and Asami waved her off and motioned to continue, until Mikoto sighed, ”Fine. Atsumu is trying out for varsity. I met him because he was talking to Oikawa before we had our lecture together”. Asami scoffed, but when Mikoto raised her shoulders the beta started pouting. “Is that everything? No small-talk? Not even a talk about the weather?” “No! No small-talk!”, she groaned. “Impossible for someone like you”, Asami babbled on and let herself flop onto her side, while she looked at the snacks and faking whimpers, “I thought something interesting might happen. Mikoto kept looking at the moping beta, her eyebrows scrunching in annoyance. “Fine”, she sighed out. “Hm?” “I think he’s a philosophy major, I saw him walk out of a seminar once where I wanted to meet a colleague”, Mikoto shifted into another position,”He seemed to be nice, pretty childish”. “Oh see! There’s the details!”, Asami shot back up again, grabbing the bag of crisps and munched on the snacks with a nod. “He also sniffed my neck”. Dead silence fell across the room after Asami dropped the chips bag and some of them fell on the carpet. Shiro threw her phone onto the bed and leaned forwards, her face displaying absolute shock but contrary to the beta, she was grinning. “He what?”, Asami grunted out, suddenly feeling

very awake and responsive, her scent drawing out and clouding the room with the scent of rose water. “See, you’re being dramatic. Nothing happened! It was his first time meeting an omega and he was curious about my scent”, Mikoto drew out and Asami couldn’t seem to fully relax. “Did he touch you?”, Shiro asked after coming down from the initial shock and Mikoto shook her head heavily. “No. And Oikawa was there too it was all fine, but he was so giddy and excited I really didn’t mind”, and with that sentence even the beta relaxed back into her original state, but not before she drew her arm out and ruffled through the omega’s hair. “Did you just scent mark me?”, Mikoto asked with slight irritation. “Yep!”, the beta let herself fall back onto some pillows that were scattered on the floor, “so what do you think of him?” “Uh, honestly he was hard to read. I saw him talk with Oikawa as they approached me and he was like more serious?” “So?”, Shiro pushed for more information. “So, when he talked to me he was all skittish, he didn’t think that caramel was possible as a scent it was interesting”, Mikoto finished with a somber look on her features, slightly unfocused while thinking. “Well, I guess you guys have similar taste”, Shiro grumbled while still on her phone. “I didn’t say I liked him!”, Asami retorted. “Yeah, I just said his reaction was interesting!”, Mikoto backed her up. The sigma only shook her head and showed the other girls her display. It was an instagram post, with two men standing next to each other. “Oh yeah that’s him”, Mikoto mused. “Yeah, Osamu is the one with the-”, Asami stopped for a second. “They’re twins?!”

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“Why did you save me?” “That’s what family does.” with either Prinxiety or Moceit

Deceit knew that no one was coming for him. Why would they? The subconscious was a dangerous place; it was all too easy for a side to completely lose themselves if they didn’t have the fortitude to resist its pull.

And Deceit? He definitely had the fortitude.

The subconscious had taken the form of an icy tundra around him, and with every step, Deceit could feel his limbs growing more sluggish. It wasn’t good enough that he was going to fade away down here, no, the mind had to use his absolute worst nightmare to do it. His teeth chattered and he wrapped his arms around himself, though it didn’t do much to ward off the cold seeping into his bones.

He’d barely made it another fifty feet before he collapsed, the snow doing little to break his fall. He was tired, so so tired, and if he were honest with himself (heh), if he hadn’t found his way out of the subconscious by now, he was never going to.

As his consciousness drifted away, he couldn’t help but think that it would have been nice to see the others one last time. He knew they didn’t want to see them….but still. It would have been nice. And as his eyes slipped closed to the sound of the wind howling overhead, the last thing that Deceit was aware of was the cold seeping into his bones.

…

Deceit woke up, which was the first surprise to him. The second surprise was that he was warm, dressed in fuzzy pajamas and wrapped up in a pile of soft blankets on the couch in the commons. The third surprise was Patton walking into the room carrying a steaming mug of what smelled like hot chocolate. Deceit’s tongue flicked out of his mouth voluntarily, tasting the air. Yes, that was definitely hot chocolate.

“Patton?” he asked, his voice thick and sluggish, and Patton smiled at him as he set the mug down on the coffee table.

“Hey there, kiddo,” he said softly, brushing Deceit’s bangs out of his eyes. “You gave your ‘ol pops quite a scare there. How’re you feeling?”

“Cold,” Deceit said, not having the energy to hold back his reverse speak.

“I’m glad,” Patton said with a gentle smile. “I was really worried when I found you in the subconscious like that…I wasn’t sure if I’d made it to you in time. Luckily Logan knew some great things for helping with hypothermia. Which include drinking some of this,” he added, passing Deceit the mug.

For a few moments, he sipped the drink in silence, relishing the way the liquid warmed him from the inside out. After awhile though, he set the mug down and looked at Patton, taking a deep breath.

“Why didn’t you-” he stopped, and shook his head. No, he would not lie right now, this was important. He had to know, and he had to be sure Patton understood him.

“Why did you save me?” he asked, his words deliberate and slow.

Patton looked like his heart was about to break, and before Deceit knew what was happening, the moral side was pulling him into a hug.

“That’s what family does, Dee,” he whispered. “I know we don’t always…see eye to eye. But you’re a part of Thomas, and you will always be one of my kiddos. Okay?”

Deceit couldn’t speak. But the tears welling up in his eyes apparently told Patton all he needed to know, because he pulled Deceit closer and began carding his fingers through his hair, humming a soft melody as he did so.

And as his eyes slipped closed to the sound of Patton’s lullaby, the last thing that Deceit was aware of was the warmth seeping into his heart.

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ssigmas · 5 years

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absolute zero

au where you n sigma are partnered together in talon maybe ‾\_(ツ)_/‾

at this point everything i write is self-indulgent i just love this man so much

also can u guess what troupe this is based on the title ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Siebren follows you to a dilapidated old building, one that must’ve been used as a storage shed or similar in the past. Part of the roof is missing, and the wood at the base has begun to rot. He’s surprised the whole thing doesn’t collapse when you wrench the door open.

As cautious as ever, you enter with your gun first, body low, muscles pulled tight in anticipation. After a beat, you glance back at him. “All clear,” you say, entering the threshold. He follows behind and slowly lowers himself back down onto the floor, bare feet padding on the wood paneling. If he had to, he would walk more often, but it’s simply easier to float everywhere. His whole body constantly flows with so much extra energy that putting his body in a state of zero-gravity is an easy way to expend some of that energy.

Siebren watches as you toss your pack down onto the floor, turning in a languid circle as you examine the small room around you.

“You think this will be safe, Sigma?”

Sigma. Sigma. It’s his name now, has been since that awfulwonderfulhorrifyingexhilarating accident. Dr. O'Deorain occasionally refers to him as Dr. de Kuiper when discussing his theories, though part of him believes it’s to make a mockery of him more than anything else. You’re the only one that gives him the luxury of hearing his name, spoken with kindness and genuine friendship.

But - not here. Not when you’re both on the clock, when there’s a mission to complete. Sigma is his codename and his identity within Talon. You wouldn’t dare call him anything else - he supposes you’re a true professional in that regard.

No, Siebren is reserved for sharing coffee and pastries in his quarters with the radio turned down low. Siebren is for when you catch him wandering the halls late at night with no goal in mind, hand warm in his as you guide him back to bed. Siebren is for moments where the line between coworkers and friends is blurred and undefined. It has no place among killers and petty thieves, and perhaps part of him is grateful for that.

He notices that you’re staring curiously at him, and he realizes that he’s forgotten to answer your question - whatever it was. “Oh, yes,” he says, absently. You’ve already begun to peel off the hard casings of your outer armor, and he does the same.

While you have minimal armor to aid in your movement, he has quite a bit that he has to remove. Along with the protective parts, most of his power-optimizing suit comes away. He floats each piece into a neat little pile, leaving on only the barest of necessary pieces. It’s not that he’s afraid of losing control, per se, it’s just...He’s been known to levitate things in his sleep during particularly bad nightmares, and he would like to avoid that, if at all possible.

“Aw, damn it,” he hears you mutter, and looks to find you spreading out a blanket. “That’s the last time I trust Doomfist to pack for us…” A second later, one comes flying at his face. He stops it mid-air, where it slowly begins to drift toward his hand.

“Is something the matter?”

“I mean, not really,” you say. You sit on the hardwood floor and attempt to wrangle the blanket around your socked feet. “We just got the shitty blankets. I think Doomfist took the warmer ones for himself.”

“Ah. I see.”

With a huff, you give up trying to maintain a good covering-to-body ratio and flop onto the floor. “Well, whatever. It’s fine.” You let out a yawn and stretch, and Siebren’s eyes gravitate toward the patch of skin where your shirt rides up. “Night, Sigma.”

Night. Nighttime. He should try to sleep.

“Goodnight,” he replies, and settles down into a sitting position. His mind isn’t quiet enough for him to fall asleep, not yet. His eyes roam around the bare room, taking stock. There’s a hole in the upper left corner that moonlight streams through, and on the back wall hangs an assorted mix of farm tools. His eyes land on you, and suddenly he fixates on the sound of your breathing. It’s the only sound he can focus on in the dead of night, in this rickety old shed. There’s an uneven quality about it, and on a certain exhale he can hear your teeth chatter.

The floor is cold, and the scratchy, threadbare blankets do little more than ward off the bite of the chilly air. Siebren feels fine - the temperature isn’t optimal, but he has enough residual energy coursing through him that he always burns hotter than normal. The blanket doesn’t even extend far enough to cover his bare feet, but that doesn’t bother him. It’s probably better, even - most likely, the fabric would irritate his skin.

You, on the other hand… In the scant lighting, he can see your shivering form, curled up into a tight ball. Your back is to him, but even still he can tell that your shoulders are quivering.

He frowns. “You must be freezing.”

You still as much as possible, like a deer caught in the headlights. Even so, shudders continue to rack through your body imperceptibly.

“I’m fine, Sigma. Don’t worry about m-me.”

Obviously, you’re not, and he considers giving his blanket to you before a better idea crosses his mind. “We should sleep together!” he says instead, brain working faster than his verbal filter can.

“W-wait, what?” Your head snaps back to look at him. In the dim lighting, he doesn’t register the flush of your cheeks, or how wide your eyes are.

“It’s simple thermodynamics,” he continues, not realizing the way his statement could be misinterpreted. “We’ll conserve energy if we sleep under the same blankets - us being in close proximity should be enough for our body heat to keep us warm.”

A pause. “Oh. I, um -”

“Please, I insist.” Siebren is already standing, blanket in hand. He walks the scant six or so steps between you, and kneels behind you. Your eyes remain trained on him the whole way.

“...Fine,” you eventually concede, turning back away from him. Siebren smiles to himself, happy to have provided a solution, and lies on his side behind you. He arranges the blankets so that they cover both your bodies (though his toes still poke out).

“How’s this?” he asks. He can still feel your shivering through the blankets, though he hopes that soon you’ll warm up.

“Fine,” you say. “Thanks.”

“Of course! Goodnight.”

You mumble something back, though it’s muffled by the blankets and by your own drowsiness. Silence settles upon him once again, and he considers his position - your back to his chest, laying just inches apart. One arm remains tucked under his head, the other resting on his side. If he were to nudge his legs forward, he’d be able to feel your feet resting against his shins. He’s so close to you that he can smell your hair - distinctly floral, different from the scentless, standard-issue shampoo that Talon receives. He wonders when you would have time to go out and buy your own stock of products. Do you perhaps requisition it? Although, he can hardly see Talon of all people approving such a frivolous use of their resources. Maybe Sombra had pulled some strings for you - you’re certainly with her a lot, and from what Siebren knows, it doesn’t seem too far out of her realm of capabilities.

Or, maybe, it was something special. Maybe you can only grab a bottle every now and then, and -

No. Nope. Siebren squashes down the swell of his heart. The idea of you washing your hair with special, scented shampoo just for him is absolutely, totally absurd. Logically speaking, it was the least likely probability out of them all.

...And still, an irrational part of him hopes.

Your shivering has stopped, he notes, and your breathing is slow, even. You’re so close, and yet the stretch of space between you feels like it’ll take him an eternity to cross. His hand twitches with the desire to touch you, to traverse that wide expanse and feel your skin beneath his. Siebren inhales slowly. He won’t. He won’t.

He gingerly places his hand upon your hip, fingers resting just above a tantalizing sliver of exposed skin, and prays that you’ll forgive his indulgence.

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He wakes like he always does, with foreign notes dancing in his ears, equations dying on his tongue. Except now there’s another variable he has to contend with, an unknown weight against his side. He twitches his hand and finds it asleep; when he tries to move it, it won’t budge. He doesn’t feel threatened - in fact, he feels more at ease than he has in a long while. Part of him begins to hypothesize why - but, like any good scientist, he knows that you must test your hypothesis. Siebren opens his eyes slowly, and finds your face just inches from his own.

To his credit, he doesn’t make a noise of surprise, but he does inhale rather quickly.

Your head is pillowed on his shoulder, cheek squished adorably against his chest, and your lips are parted slightly. Your hair tickles his nose, and each breath he takes is stained with your scent. He takes stock of himself further and notes that you’ve totally commandeered his left arm, your whole body practically wrapped around it. Your knees, pulled toward yourself, press against his hipbone.One of your hands loosely grasps his own. The blankets that he had painstakingly arranged around you both tangle around his legs.

Huddling, he thinks, as he comes to terms with this situation, is a tactic used for survival. Penguins in Antarctica huddle together for warmth, nestle their bodies close together so that the heat conducted by their bodies slows the rate of energy sapped by colder air. It’s what he had based his suggestion off of last night, and hoped you understood.

This, however - your body tucked against his side, his arm pinned securely against your chest, the weight of you on his shoulder - this is cuddling.

He finds himself lamenting the fact that he can’t wrap both arms around you and pull you closer. As comforting as this current position is, he wishes he could run his fingers through your hair, or rub circles into your back, or do something as simple as hold your hand. You look so vulnerable and open in sleep that something deep in him says he should protect you, though he knows you don’t need it. He’s seen you out on the battlefield, vicious and feral, but even still...

Carefully, slowly, so he doesn’t wake you, Siebren guides the blankets to settle around you. You’ve stopped shivering, but that doesn’t mean that you’re not still chilly. You sigh in response and shift slightly against him, but nothing else.

His head lolls back against the floor while he contemplates his options. It’ll be morning soon, and you’ll want to head out before the sun is fully up. He could wake you, he supposes, but even just considering it makes him feel a surge of disappointment. No, if at all possible, he wants to draw out this moment as long as he can.

Besides, he wants to let you sleep. No matter how much off time you seem to get, there’s always dark circles under your eyes and a weariness that seems to have soaked into your bones. If you need these extra moments of rest, then so be it. He wants to help you - to repay you for the many times you’ve helped him in the past.

He stares up at the ceiling. Nothing to do until you wake but enjoy the moment, so he waits, and wants.

#.txt #sigma #siebren de kuiper #sigma x reader #overwatch #writing #no i will not stop using science terms for my sigma fics its tradition now #also this is from sigma's pov so its hard to discern but dont worry reader is Very Much crushing on him #anyway have some introspective sigma and cuddles #can u guys tell what my favorite line is lmao;;;;#also this is almost 2k words hjsfjs Why Am I Like This #ALSO technically him and reader should be in talon suits but w/e i guess

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bayern-moni · 5 years

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So, given that Fyodor and the Hunting Dogs are more-or-less being the closest, most imminent threat in BSD, does that leave Agatha as the Final Boss? So far, Fyodor's plans have only exempt her organization, wherein every other group is manipulated to some level.

Hello! Sorry for the late reply, I'm very happy for your ask 😁 I warn you, though, I'm not capable of writing a short reply to save my life ahahah. But, as they say in my country "Warned person half saved person"

So, ready to go.

Well, it is a complex situation. Now, the agency's problems seem to be Dostoevskij (and so, the group DotA) and the Government's military of the Hunting Dogs (whose utility I've still many doubts about). But the latter's actions almost certainly are manipulated by Dostoevskij, even if they probably don't know it. They did create problems in Sigma's casino to capture Atsushi and the others, after all, although Sigma is a member of the Decay of the Angels like Fyodor and Gogol. Gogol who recently infiltrated as a spy in the Government's ministry of justice for six months before he revealed himself and did... well, whatever it was the sense of what he did. And absolutely a coincidence, what is the military organization working for the ministry of justice?

Correct, the Hunting Dogs.

So, they are really convinced that capture our protagonists is a just service to the state, but they're playing Fyodor's game. But only his game?

What's the situation? Well, the players on the chessboard are the Agency & the Port Mafia vs the Decay of the Angels. In the middle, there is the ex Guild and Oguri allied with the first party and the Hunting Dogs maneuvered by the latter. And, aside, there is Agatha,who in chapter 12 is seen to be allied with Fitzgerald and Dostoevskij (although their idea of "alliance" is veeery singular, if Fitzgerald's defeat is to say something).

Fitzgerald is betrayed, defeated and definitely out of the alliance, so there remain only Fyodor and Agatha. She seems to not even be present, though. There is really not even a single mention of her in the manga since then, excluding her short appearance in Dead Apple movie, differently from the almost omnipresent Fyodor. Thanks to the movie, we learn that she is in contact with Ango (so Japanese government) who asks for her aid, that of a foreign government association of ability users, to terminate Shibusawa, former ability user protected by Ango himself and then, coincidence, manipulated by Dostoevskij. Situation she was surely well informed about when she accepted (I bet my head) and disappointed when her slightly extreme solution wasn't needed anymore. A solution that could have burned the entire Yokohama to the ground (and maybe even Fyodor himself who was there, too). They were already allied at that point? Yes.

Anyway, wonders of friendship aside, this disappearance is like if Agatha didn't want anyone to know her involvement in the war, maybe in order to have both the alliance with Japanese government and with Fyodor's group to exploit as she sees better fit in the moment. But both Fitzgerald, Mori and Dazai, we absolutely know it, they are aware of her. Anyone else? Idk, sorry, probably not. So...

Will she return? Absolutely

Will she be the final boss? Not sure, probably, but it doesn't convince me.

Not like she's not credible enough to be one, nay, she would be a wonderful final boss to face, but I think it would be too simple this way, too linear for my taste, at least. Why?

As you said, the only organization Fyodor, the current villain, didn't mess with is hers, The Knights of the Clock Tower. And technically, they are still allied, at least for what we know. Both are in search of the Book, "a single novel where everything written becomes the truth". Dostoevskij to exterminate the ability users from earth's face and Agatha ... Boh, nobody knows. By the way, until now, the enemies are come in a linear order: Port Mafia -> Guild -> Dostoevskij (+ Oguri, then Decay of the Angels and Hunting Dogs). Defeated one, another comes (and the defeated one becomes an ally for the protagonists). This scheme has almost no exception until now. And it's boring. We are currently blocked in the last stage of the sequence. So, the problem is still them: Fyodor and Agatha. And this damned book.

To obtain it, we know that are needed: the death of every ability users in Yokohama, Dazai in a way or another, Atsushi's ability. Dazai and Natsume sensei are the ones that know the Book most than the anyone else, probably even its location. Fyodor has done many attempts to obtain it (Shibusawa, the fall of the Guild's aircraft, Pushkin's poisonous ability and the assassin Hawthorne, Oguri's crimes-proof masking ability, Gogol in the Government and finally the Hunting Dogs). To say that he's obsessed with it would be an understatement. But for a so mind-set man, he seems not to care when his attempts are inevitably neutralized. He seems to be even fine with it, as long as he finds it entertaining. He even indirectly gave Dazai the key to his own "failure" in some occasions. And then, he was always like "beh, it was amusing, now we can get to the next step". It is an incoherent behavior for a man regarded as the epitome of logic by both Dazai and Ranpo (and it is surely to say something). We could understand it if we ask if they can really be called failures. And if he's really working for himself.

He's presented to us as a really unbeatable enemy since the beginning. Always. Even Dazai and Ranpo, even Natsume, even Fitzgerald admit that his strategies cannot possibly be defeated or avoided. And indeed he is a step ahead of the others. But for all his capacity, he's behaving like he has all the time in the world to fulfill his goal, not really caring about 1 or 100 failed plans; he knows Dazai and Atsushi are necessary for the Book? Intentionally not kills the former (his nemesis and the main threatening enemy he has) and never makes a serious effort to obtain Atsushi's ability (Shibusawa failed and Gogol only played with him, maybe the Hunting Dogs alone are seriously trying). Then, there is the Decay group. We know that it consists of 5 members (Dostoevskij, Gogol and Sigma, plus the others unfortunately still unknown, that damn lazy mangaka) and one of them has recently obtained a page of the Book. A page which works well as the entire novel, according to the half dead Taneda. So, how and when the fuck do they intend to use it? If my memory doesn't fail me, the use of the page has something to do with the (quite horrible) death of Gogol, but I'm not sure. And who is this mysterious page possessor? It's not Fyodor, that's sure, for he was already put in chains in Meursault prison by then and later he never even mentioned it; Gogol is dead, so he can't be, can he?; Sigma is not very known yet, but he seems too kind and with an air of "wtf is happening now?" for having taken it (but obviously for all we know, it could perfectly have been him). One of the remaining members? Probably. Agatha herself? It would be too soon, I think.

And we're forgetting that Fyodor is a member of the Decay, not the leader. In fact, when in prison, before getting excited like a kid for having descovered his new cell partner, Dostoevskij makes this comment:

They requested him to form a plan, not he planned something and ordered them to execute it. He doesn't seem to be the boss there. He received an order, and he executed it, while probably creating a fault in the plan just to make things more interesting to him. A fault that he surely expects some people to notice. A not perfect plan is still a challenge, isn't it? It'd explain why he can fulfill his goal but seems to having more fun when losing. He knows he can win (the modest bastard), but purposely lets his goal be delayed. And although he has had many occasions to do so (damn, his same touch can kill) he repeatedly avoided to kill his enemies, maybe because doing so would mean to eliminate the only players who can hope to beat him. Him, or a third party. He openly went to the battlefield, attracted everyone's attention to himself for 30 chapters, seems to be the cause of many events in the series, but this behavior could also be a way to lead the protagonists to beat someone else, trough him. A bait. He is quite devilish, after all. And certainly not new to all the ally-exploit-betray strategy, quite the same as Agatha, I bet.

So, he works with the Decay, but the Decay group works alone or for someone? And who are the ones that requested this plan of his, which, I suppose, consists of every manga panel since chapter 42?

Can they work with Agatha, too? Or for her? Both Dostoevskij and Agatha have every interest to get in the way of each other. Could he work with Agatha and, at the same time, lead Dazai (or whoever else) to foul Agatha's plan? A similar way of thinking could be being unraveled now in Agatha's favor: she probably worked with Fyodor on the plan of his own capture, and the prison of Meursault is indeed described as a top secret prison in Europe, whose existence is known only to the highest members of European government. To Fyodor, a way of hiding himself like a proper puppeteer, to Agatha a way of constantly putting a very unstable ally under her most total supervision. So, given that for both the idea of loyalty is fried air, could his plan be a sort of second "mutual destruction" to make his enemies neutralize each other and then, calmly get what he wants? Dazai himself said that he has not the material means to bring his plan to completion. Means that the guild and Agatha do have (so, the alliance).

Sadly, we have still too little information about Agatha and the Decay to be remotely sure of anything. However, I think the reason why her organization is the only exception in the trouble he caused is because they are still formally allied.

When I said that I don't see Agatha as the final boss is because it would be a really too linear sequence of enemies, it would be fun if there were some surprise in the end. But, if she were really the final boss (and there are some probabilities of it happening), I would like it the same. She would be a serious badass boss and her organization members ... Wow! I'm counting the chapters until they join the battlefield since ch. 12! Still, I'm sure it's only a matter of (veeery long) time for their arrival, but I'm not sure if they will be the final boss. Even if they could. Anyway, we still don't know anything about her, her plans or moves. Not theirs. Nothing can be said for sure. Sorry anon 😅

And then, there is also the matter of that strange group of ability users presented in the novels (that I did not read, so I could say idiocies). Rimbaud, Verlaine, perhaps even Hugo, Goethe etc... For what we know, it can also be theirs the role of final boss. Or someone else's entirely. The final boss could be a known character, or someone not appeared yet. Or Agatha. Or whoever you please. Unfortunately, we are all in the reign of imagination, yet. Even possible for Agatha and Fyodor to be part of that group of ability users, given that they are European like the others. Who knows (I'm surely not, too lazy to read the novels ahahah).

I hope to not have bored you, anon 😅😂 I really got myself carried away, but I hopefully answered your questions? I really hope so. I would like to know your thoughts on these characters, now 😉 and feel free to ask something else, if you want. Only then I will try to make it shorter ahahah. Thanks for the ask, anyway!

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elven-oracle · 6 years

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devotion |t.h.|

moodboard by @astral-parker

warnings: death, drinking, depiction of drunkeness, car accident

pairing: frat!tom x sorority!reader

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On your 51st wedding anniversary, you admitted to yourself that you were not married to the love of your life. It wasn’t an easy thing to admit, and it was a secret that you would hold with you until you died, but the concept of the truth setting you free was no exaggeration. You stared at your husband, old and deteriorating, and didn’t feel the same way you did when you married him 51 years ago. You had been so naive and young that it had clouded your vision slightly. Sure, you were happy. Your life had been fulfilling enough, but reaching its fullest potential would be far from possible, even when you had gotten married.

You met the love of your life in college. In 2018 you had started your second year, and you still had those bright eyes that were ready to take on the world. This year you moved into your sorority, Delta Delta Delta, and felt confident that this decision was one of the best you had ever made. Greek life was the absolute opposite of what you anticipated. Your sisters lifted you up and encouraged you to be the best person you could be, and you were determined to do the same for them.

On the second day back, before classes started, Greek row threw parties galore, but strictly in the fraternities. Those were the only Greek houses that allowed alcohol for people over the age of 21, but that was a rule that was rarely paid mind to. You had no idea what to expect at this party but attempted to feel as confident as you could when walking into Sigma Alpha Epsilon. The frat was notorious for having good-looking men, and you wanted to flirt tonight. After a few drinks, the warm feeling in your stomach fulfilled the confidence you needed, and your body made its way to the dance floor.

By the end of the night, you hadn’t really talked to anyone of particular interest, and you were starting to lose hope that there was someone here for you. Drunkenly grabbing your coat and heading for the door, a finger tapped you on the shoulder, and you stared into the face of someone that you hadn’t seen at all that night.

“Miss, can I walk you home?” he gave you a half smile that reminded you of the way people awkwardly smiled when passing in a hallway.

Your eyes were half open, “Yeah, sure, just don’t like, take advantage of me or anything,” you could feel the slurring coming out of your mouth. Your tongue felt like it had a weight on it.

He laughed, “I’m sober brother tonight. You have nothing to worry about.”

You didn’t. You woke up the next morning hardly remembering anything past that interaction, but a glass of water and two ibuprofen sat on your bedside table. Whoever he was, he definitely took care of you.

Rubbing your head, you downed the water and the pills and opened your phone to see if you had missed anything. It was 11 am on a Saturday, the day that all the first years arrived on campus. You were supposed to help them move in, but your talent of sleeping through your alarm had prevailed, and it was almost over by now. A kind text from your chapter president notified you that you had nothing to worry about, just be sure to feel better. You must have made an entrance coming home last night.

That wasn’t the text that had you concerned though, it was the other from an unknown number.

Hey! My name is Tom. I’m the junior that brought you home last night. You insisted on me texting you when I got home last night and shouted your number repeatedly at me, so, I’m home! Have a good night!

You snickered. It was normal for you to be more concerned about other people when you were drunk. This wasn’t the first time you insisted on someone texting you when they got home, only to not see it until the next morning.

The following week you found yourself going on a date with the friendly frat boy who had so kindly taken you home. Apparently, you hadn’t made a complete fool of yourself on that walk from ΣΑΕ. It was only coffee, but you hadn’t been on an actual date since high school, so you had a natural enthusiasm that came with infatuation.

It was the best date you had ever been on, to say the least.

There was something about the conversation that flowed. You had anticipated the date to go for about an hour, but you both had enjoyed each other’s company so much that it went for two and a half. As he dropped you off, you almost wished that you didn’t have homework.

“I had a great time,” you smiled, opening his car door to leave.

His dark brown eyes almost looked like they sparkled, “I did too.”

The story of you and Tom falling in love was so typical, you felt like you were in a rom-com. The cute texts, the meticulously planned dates, the way that he looked at you, it was all surreal. You took care of each other. Your sophomore year of college was slowly becoming the best year of your life thus far, and you basked in every second of it.

One morning, you felt a knock on the door to your room. Glancing over at your roommate who was sound asleep, you peeled yourself out of bed and opened it to find Tom, standing in the door frame with a bouquet of sunflowers. He flashed a smile at you.

“Tom what-”

“Happy Saturday, I’ve got our whole day planned. Can you get ready in an hour?”

You smiled back at him, trying to push down the tears of joy welling up in your eyes, “Yeah I can.”

You took the flowers, him kissing your cheek, and hurried to get ready. You strategically layered your clothing, not knowing what precisely you would be doing, and tied your hair into a braid to keep it out of your face. When you walked down the stairs, the look on his face would forever be ingrained to your memory. It was how you wanted to be looked at on your wedding day, except that this was just a Saturday morning date, and you had thrown together your appearance as quickly as you could.

It was magical. The morning was still slightly frosty, being early March, but the sun shined through the car window to give a nice ounce of warmth on your face. You felt like a flower stretching out towards the sun. You looked down at your interlocked fingers and felt butterflies flurry into your stomach. Even after 7 months, Tom still felt like a breath of fresh air.

He took you to the coast, where he had already packed bagels and fruit punch to eat. Laying out a blanket, you both hugged your coats to your body, ate your food, and leaned on one another, letting the sound of the waves crashing on the shore sooth your ears.

“So is there a reason you brought me here today?” you jokingly broke the comfortable silence you both had been sitting in.

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, “Yeah. Actually, there is.”

You hadn’t expected there to be, you were just creating conversation. Your immediate thought was the worst case scenario, and that this was the end of it all, and Tom was about to be the love that got away.

It was precisely the opposite.

He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, pulling out a piece of jewelry. On a chain sat the letters of his fraternity, Sigma Alpha Epsilon. ΣΑΕ. It was his lavalier.

Traditionally, for students in sororities and fraternities, there was a step between dating and engagement, and that was the tradition of the lavalier. Giving your significant other this pendant was a true confession of a man’s commitment to the woman he loves and holds above everything. You gawked at the pendent, your lips parting in shock.

“I know it’s only been seven months, but I’ve never felt more right about a decision ever in my life. I want to give this to you, and I understand if you don’t want to accept it, but I just want you to know that my devotion to you is endless, and I-” you heard his voice break, and he cleared his throat. “I love you very much.”

You laughed, still in utter shock, “Tom, yes, oh wow. I feel the exact same way-” you cut yourself off, placing your lips on his. It was a passionate, deep kiss that felt like it sealed the deal. You wanted to stay there, with him, for the rest of your life.

You loved the way the letters felt on your neck. You loved being able to announce that he had given them to you at a candle passing ceremony for TriDelta. For your entire life, it felt like that in everything you did there was a tunnel vision. You had been so caught up in your studies that love had put on the wayside. Now your view was opened up. You had more than one thing to live for.

A month later, the night before spring break, ΣΑΕ held another party similar to the one where you had met Tom. This time, you traveled over to the party excited to relax and be yourself. You had gotten to know many of his brothers over the course of the past seven months, and you felt as if you knew what you were getting yourself into as you walked up to the house.

“Y/N! Good to see you! Go grab a drink. I think Tom is in the living room, he’s sober brother tonight.”

You smiled, nodded, and headed to the kitchen to pour yourself a whiskey and Pepsi combination, leaning heavier on the whiskey. Joining Tom on the couch, you slinked into his side, letting him wrap his arm around your shoulders.

By the end of the night, you were in a similar position as you were the night you two had met. You were giggly and excitable, making sure you bothered your boyfriend just the right amount. Through your dizzy and drunken state, you could tell that Tom was still giving you that loving gaze, brushing your hair out of your face every time you leaned over him to laugh.

“Miss, can I drive you home?” he finally said, kissing your forehead and tying your hair back for you.

“Drive? Drive?” the concept seemed insane to you. You only lived a three blocks away!

“You’re a little too...gone for a walk. I would rather just drive you the few blocks and carry you inside,” he stood, offering two hands to get you on your feet. You pulled your heavy eyes to meet his and laughed.

“Yeah, I guess that’s...fine.”

You didn’t think twice about it. His logic was much more sound than yours, anyway, but it was this moment that you would always remember vividly. The choice that changed your life forever.

It was only three blocks. A short, three block drive. Tom was absolutely sober, and there was nothing that should have gone awry. As you cruised slowly, you were about to tell him something.Three little words. It was a fleeting thought that you had told him over and over that night, but meant it every time. He approached a stop sign, looked at you and started driving again, returning his eyes to the road. You looked at him, his puppy dog eyes focused, his brown curls slightly off from you lovingly running your hands through them so many times, and the last thing you saw was the crook of his nose before everything exploded.

They told you it was a drunk driver. They had ran a stop sign going 60 miles per hour in a residential area, and that he was killed on impact. There was nothing they could do for him. You were lucky you made it out alive.

You barely made it out alive. The car had flipped onto its side, and you were dragged out by an EMT. By that point, you blacked out to wake up three days later. A broken hand, three broken ribs, and a fractured collarbone, eight stitches in your lip and 13 in your forehead. Months of physical therapy. A lifetime of mourning.

You never took off that lavalier.

When you were 30 years old you met someone that loved you, and someone you cared deeply for. You said the words “I love you,” but in your heart you held them for someone else. He would always be there, sitting on your heart in the three letters that bought you together.

Three letters, three words.

You sat, age 81, on your anniversary. Your spouse looked kindly into your eyes as you began to let go, walking into the light, leaving all aspects of your physical being behind. It felt like the shedding of a layer of clothing upon entering a warm, comforting room.

You opened your eyes to see the universe. Lights surrounded you, blinking, somewhat resembling a skyline. When you turned around, you saw him. That look. That loving look that you found solace in. The gentle gaze of the person you loved above all else.

“I told you my devotion was endless.”

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lizabethstucker · 6 years

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Ex Libris: Stories of Librarians, Libraries & Lore

Edited by Paula Guran

Twenty-three tales of fantasy and science fiction that contain libraries and librarians as well as the magic of books. An absolutely wonderful collection, only one disappointment. And that was more about style of writing than the premise of the story itself. 4 out of 5.

“In the House of the Seven Librarians” by Ellen Klages

When the old Carnegie library was closed and much of its newer content moved to a brand-new library across town, seven librarians remained behind, moving into the library to stay. Their lives are changed when a baby is left as payment for an overdue book. A suspension of disbelief leads to a strange yet satisfying read. 4.5 out of 5.

“The Books” by Kage Baker

The Show traveled around the badly decimated U.S., providing entertainment and trade. In one larger city, three kids explore, stumbling on a library. All of them are determined to take books back with them, but it might not be that easy. This was almost like a section of a longer story, one that I'd love to read. Very intense. Baker does a marvelous job with atmosphere. 3.5 out of 5.

“Death and the Librarian” by Esther M. Friesner

Death has come at last for Miss Louisa Foster. Yet even Death can be surprised. This one came close to tearing my heart out, slamming it on the floor, and stomping on it repeatedly. 5 out of 5.

“In Libres” by Elizabeth Bear

Despite her thesis being complete, Euclavia is directed to the Library Special Collections to read another source. Accompanied reluctantly by her centaur friend Bucephalus, they dare to visit the dangerous place. Definitely dangerous! There’s a chill tap-dancing along your spine, especially for those readers who have been deep in the bowels of huge, older libraries. 4 out of 5.

“The King of the Big Night Hours” by Richard Bowes

Memories and suicides in the library. I’m not certain how I feel about this one. The writing is exquisite, the plot is intriguing, but the emotions invoked are not comfortable. If that was the author’s intent, mission accomplished. 3.5 out of 5.

“Those Who Watch” by Ruthanna Emrys

The library marks Elaine on her third day of work. Already dealing with various health and emotional issues, she must find a way to adapt or leave. Unusual and intriguing. Definitely deserves further exploration. 3.5 out of 5.

“Special Collections” by Norman Partridge

He went to work at the library as suggested by his court-appointed therapist. He started taking Library Science classes as suggested by the college archivist where he met Daphne. But there are secrets, deadly secrets swirling around the library and the narrator. More horror than fantasy, not one of my favorites. Despite ticking off some loved trope boxes, I struggled to finish. 3 out of 5.

“Exchange” by Ray Bradbury

Working in the library for forty some years is getting to Miss Adams. Too many children, too many books, too much noise. Then a former patron arrives after hours looking for a final goodbye before shipping out. There is no finer writer of fantasy on this planet. Or maybe it is more accurate to call him a weaver of magic. 5 out of 5.

“Paper Cuts Scissors” by Holly Black

Justin struggles to find a way to rescue his girlfriend Linda from the book she put herself into after they had a fight. His best hope is Mr. Sandlin, a man who can bring characters out of books. Thanks to another, as well as Sandlin, Justin finds answers and a possible solution. An intriguing premise handled with a delicate touch. Lovely. 4 out of 5.

“Summer Reading” by Ken Liu

When mankind left Earth for the stars, the planet was turned into a museum overseen by robots. CN-344315 was the robot docent of the library. It had been five thousand years since he last had human visitors. The servers are gone, but CN-344315 had a tiny room filled with his favorite treasures: a selection of books protected behind an airtight glass. A visitor reminds CN-344315 of why books are important. Wow! I’ve come across Liu’s work in my SF magazines over the years and have always enjoyed his stories. I do believe this might be one of my favorites. Short, sweet, and wonderful. 5 out of 5.

“Magic for Beginners” by Kelly Link

I’m not certain how to explain what this story is about. There’s a TV series and the characters in this story watch the series yet are also an episode of the same series. Gave me a bloody headache. There was so much potential, but it twists around itself until I finally gave up trying to understand it as a bad deal and just slogged through. Weird beginning, no real ending. Just a mess. 2.8 out of 5.

“The Inheritance of Barnabas Wilcox” by Sarah Monette

Booth is surprised to hear from Barnabas Wilcox, a former classmate and bully. Wilcox needs someone to catalog his late uncle’s library. Booth senses something twisted at Hollyhill, the uncle’s estate. Creepy, horror of the emotions rather than blood and guts. In other words, my kind of horror tale. 4 out of 5.

“The Midbury Lake Incident” by Kristine Kathryn Rusch

When the Midbury Lake Public Library burned to the ground, librarian Mary Beth Wilkins was upset, not only because of the fire, but that she wasn’t notified. Grief would come later, once Mary Beth has left for a new life. Very nice, just enough backstory to intrigue the reader. I do wish there had been more. 3.5 out of 5.

“With Tales in Their Teeth, from the Mountain They Came” by A. C. Wise

After she loses her lover in the War, she goes to the Library on the Mountain, becoming an acolyte now named Alba. She stries to find solace in the quiet, but mostly struggles. Then she meets a novice named Eleuthere who hides secrets beneath his robes. Very magical, almost dreamlike. 4 out of 5.

“What Books Survive” by Tansy Rayner Roberts

When the Invaders came, every electronic device died immediately, even battery-run ones. Katie Scarlett Marsden was almost halfway through Wuthering Heights when her Kindle died. Once the town built a barricade, she was separated from the school library. Wanting more to read, Katie slips past the barricade one night, finding more than she expected. A very weird dystopian story, enthralling and filled with twists. 4.5 out of 5.

“The Librarian’s Dilemma” by E. Saxey

Jas was hired to bring libraries into the 21st Century. Saint Simon’s librarian Moira doesn’t mind the security measures he can provide, but she isn’t interested in sharing the contents of their Special Collection outside the library’s walls. I understand the dilemma in this story and, frankly, I’m not certain which side I would support in regards to the sharing of dangerous material. 4 out of 5.

“The Green Book” by Amal El-Mohtar

There is little that I can tell you about the story without spoiling it, so I’ll live it with that it is a story about a mysterious green book and its contents. I mostly liked it. I think. Yet it felt like it was more a rough sketch than a complete story. 3 out of 5.

“In the Stacks” by Scott Lynch

Magical student Laszlo Jazera discovers the dangers of the final assignment for Fifth Year, one he must pass to make it to Sixth Year. It seemed simple enough, return a book to the Living Library. The task will be more frightening and intense than he could ever have expected. There is a tragic sadness throughout this story, but the universe created is horrifyingly compelling. 4.5 out of 5.

“A Woman’s Best Friend” by Robert Reed

On Christmas Eve, Mary sees a stranger stumbling through the snowy streets of her town. George is confused and frightened, soaked from head to toe. Mary impulsively takes him back to her home in the library. A strange retelling of a classic Christmas film, a mixture of fantasy and science fiction. Interesting, a bit strange at the end. 3.5 out of 5.

“If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler” by Xia Jia

A lonely librarian discovers a book of poetry that might expand his world. There is magic about this tale that touches the reader’s soul. I loved how the people who wanted the poetry read and appreciated on its own merits, not for the possible backstory of the author. 4 out of 5.

“The Sigma Structure Symphony” by Gregory Benford

Ruth is one of many librarians mining for useful information in recordings from the SETI project. After the death of a fellow librarian, Ruth is asked to take over his task, mining the Sigma Structures. Math and music, language and love. Are they simply human-based? Weird. Confusing. Engrossing at the time yet left a sour aftertaste. 3 out of 5.

“The Fort Moxie Branch” by Jack McDevitt

Mr. Wickham, in the process of disposing of his privately published novel, is caught in a blackout. During that darkness, he sees a strange glow in a long empty house. I love the idea of this story. A fascinating premise from start to finish. 4 out of 5.

“The Last Librarian” by Edoardo Albert

Books, actual physical books, have been ignored in favor of uploaded versions or neural inputs. The librarian at the British Library finagles a way to direct traffic physically into the building. Unfortunately, it doesn’t go well. In today’s world, I fear this could happen. Maybe not now, but very soon. I was surprised that the narrator remained at the end. 4 out of 5.

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minimus-ambus · 6 years

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ok so this is what i think’s gonna happen with the idw reboot

it’s minimegs, minimegs is gonna happen

(or, i started speculating in the discord and it built into this, i have a Google Doc and everything)

Ok so all of IDW canon happened, but then Unicron came and they have no way of killing him so it seems like the end, so many bots are dead and it’s super sad

Then Primus is like aw dang this sucks, i can help but ur not gonna like it

And the remaining bots which include a v damaged OP are like we’ll do it

Primus is like one of y’all has to give up ur life so the universe will be reset cause that’s the only way i can stop Unicron, i can’t attack or affect him directly but i can change the universe

Optimus is like i’ll give myself up (partially because he’s already kinda dying but also cause he’s a self-sacrificing dummy) and Primus is like Ok and resets the universe

So the few bots who survived Unicron retain their memories but their frames are slightly altered, less visually complex, more,,,,,, cartoony.

And oh shit it’s Transformers Animated now!!!!!!!!!!

Cybertron is fine but they don’t have a Vector Sigma, instead they have the Allspark

So all the sparks lost to Unicron and before then have returned to the Allspark, but the survivor bots don’t know that yet. They set about repopulating Cybertron with the Allspark (not like that ya nasties, get ur mind outta the gutter)

some of the tfa bots are completely new, some of the bots are reincarnated but don't have memories, and a few bots survived Unicron and are the same IDW selves

like Ultra Magnus is still idw Magnus, but he's more hardened and colder because of all the time that's passed (and how much he misses his friends)

tfa OP is reincarnated OP but he doesn't have the memories, but sometimes he gets weird dreams :O

in this verse Ultra Magnus lives after the attack on him cause he's still secretly Minimus,,

and when he sees OP return from earth with the Allspark in a container that looks a lot like the Matrix he's like >:|

No wait forget that last part i gotta make it More Gay

on tfa Cybertron when Magnus is ruling there are reports of a swirling portal that doesn't look like a groundbridge…

Magnus goes to see it himself and idw Megatron emerges from the portal

he recognizes Magnus even with his changed appearance and is happy to see him, while Magnus is just. Frozen

it's very gay and sad cause Magnus has lost all of his friends and never thought he'd see his Megatron again

Megatron meanwhile has no idea that Unicron happened or about the changes to cybertron, he just knows he's been gone for a long time but Magnus is still here!!!

Magnus is dumbstruck for a moment but then he goes “uhhhhh- Dominus, my friend! Always making such extravagant entrances…”

and Megatron's like ????? cause what

Magnus gives him a look and mouths go with it to him

there's probably some trouble with idw megs looking like tfa megs but Magnus manages to keep him from being arrested by pretending that he’s some old friend named Dominus (he’s gotten better at lying over time)

they go somewhere private and Megatron is still kinda confused but also Gay so he comments on the changes to the magnus armor... Magnus murmurs that while it has been altered, he’s barely left the armor for 12 million years

Megatron's like um what

Then, the magnus armor powers down and Minimus gets out because he wants to tell Megatron about everything that's happened in the same form he knew him last in

megatron's just shellshocked by the time Minimus has explained everything

i just,,,, Minimus is telling Megatron how he sees bots like Rodimus and Ratchet and OP and they're all so much like the bots they knew but they Don't Remember Him and :c

and Magnus just.... breaks. He's been so used to being cold and stoic for so many years that seeing Megatron again is like a punch in the gut, he's overwhelmed with emotion that he doesn't know what to do with. by the end of his explaining he's trembling because primus he's been so alone for so long. and Megatron, who brought all these emotions back, is right in front of Minimus with such a soft, sad look in his optics. for once Minimus doesn't even think, he just moves forward. Minimus finally lets the millions of years of grief he's carried pour out in the silent embrace of the one mech who loves him.

Megatron stays with Magnus for the next few weeks (cause he's got absolutely nowhere to go) and if he went out without Magnus everyone would think he was Megatron (tfa megatron) and he'd get arrested very quickly

Magnus continues being Magnus but he actually finds some happiness in coming home to Megatron and being Minimus around him

they hug and smooch a lot, it's so gay

so one day while Megatron is living with Magnus on Cybertron for a bit, when Minimus is getting up he hears a crash from the bedroom and muffled swearing, so he rushes in to see Megs covering his face. He’s like “what’s wrong, what happened???”

And Megatron looks at him. And slowly says, “what happened. to my nose.”

Minimus is like “.....what”

and Megatron says again, “my nose is Gone, what happened to my nose??????” and he draws back his hands up reveal that he indeed has No Nose (because it’s tfa style now, the rules of the universe only now caught up to megs).

Megatron just looks so horrified that Minimus just starts giggling and can’t stop, this results in Megatron indignantly yelling that this is serious, Minimus while Mins is shaking in silent laughter on the floor because this is the funniest thing he’s seen in years

Magnus starts realizing that he's become harsher, and that a lot of decisions and things he did in the past were Bad (coughthejettwinscough)

so he resolves to be a better leader and a better person

that same day, this guard that was there when Megatron first appeared stops by Magnus's home; they've had this bit of suspicion centering around this mysterious mech that Magnus stopped them from arresting and called friend, and when some datapads needed to be delivered to the Magnus they volunteered

the guard steps up and starts to knock on the door when it slides open (it's a futuristic slidey door of course)

see, Magnus forgot to lock the door (he was hurrying to smooch his husband)

so this guard sees Magnus and the mech sitting on the couch with their backs facing them

the guard considers clearing their throat or something but that bit of suspicion is telling them to wait, so they partially hide themselves behind the doorframe, listening closely

to their shock, they see Magnus and this grey mech kiss, and they're like :O!!!

and then they hear Magnus call the grey mech Megatron and they're like >:O!!!!

with the moment recorded, the guard slips away silently to report their shocking discovery to Autobot High Command

but guess what happens the next day???

that's right it's that asshole shockwave

Magnus gets attacked by shockwave but since he's Minimus, he's alive (but Minimus loses an arm)

Mins has no idea what to do, because he can't just stay in the magnus armor and possibly bleed to death, but if he tries to seek medical help he'll surely be discovered as Minimus Ambus

he makes the decision to leave the armor and try to find Megatron

meanwhile, Megatron is chilling at Magnus's house when these guards break down the door and try to arrest him

of course Megatron ain't having none of that so he manages to fight them off and takes off down the streets of Iacon (imagine these civilian autobots just going about their day when a huge fuckin tank just zooms by like nyoom)

he tries to comm Magnus but he only gets static, which really worries him

eventually though he gets to Autobot Command and manages to find Minimus, who's been stumbling through the halls and trying to stop the bleeding from his arm

they're both surprised to see each other, but Megatron wastes no time in sweeping Minimus up in his arms and running, telling him that they have to leave Cybertron, now

Minimus directs them to the fastest spaceship the military has and they successfully steal it, evading autobot forces trying to capture them and shooting away into space

only after a bit does Megatron ask Minimus where exactly they're going. Minimus replies, "Remember where I told you Optimus Prime and his team was?"

Megatron stops for two seconds, then groans, "damn it, why is it always earth...."

Minimus just gives him a small, fond smile.

They spend a week or so flying through space, they smooch a lot and Megatron is worried over Minimus’s wound. Minimus always waves him off, sure it aches but the energon stopped leaking and he’s fine. He’s fine, Megatron. Minimus and Megatron spend their days planning out what’s going to happen when they get to Earth, and how they’re gonna explain themselves to the Earth crew. Ratchet already knows, but everyone else will have no idea who Minimus is and assume the worst with Megatron. So, they decide that Minimus will go to the autobots first. He’ll get medical help (something Megatron insisted on) and talk to Ratchet, and explain the situation. Then Megatron can come and they’ll break it gently to OP and the rest.

Of course it doesn’t go that smoothly though

It’s a complete disaster

it’s always a complete disaster

#idw/tfa au #minimegs #robotswriting #this is what happens when i speculate #it always turns into Gay #megatron #minimus #tfa #unnamed paranoid guard bot #who snitches on magnus's decepticon kisser crimes #>:C #idw

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elbowgreaserp · 6 years

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One thing I love about us is our unparalleled lack of self control, well. That and our love for garbage shows, but hey. I love you, and am grossly excited and stoked to see how long these two last, you know, cause reasons. DEREK HALE and SCOTT MCCALL, ACCEPTED!

OOC INFORMATION

NAME, AGE, TIMEZONE: Amparo, 26, PST.

ACTIVITY LEVEL: 6+ what up.

TRIGGER ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: Yeah, man. ITS WHY I’M HERE. (lmfao, Paro ffs, ily.)

ACTIVITY ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: I got u, fam. AND HALLELUH I FIXED MY POSSESSED KEYBOARD (well finally disabled it for good bless)

NOTES: I came here to have a good time and I feel attacked rn.

IC INFORMATION - DEREK HALE

NAME, AGE, SEXUALITY: Derek Hale, 23, bisexual.

FANDOM: Teen Wolf ;/

HOMETOWN: Beacon Hills, CA.

CLUBS, ORGANIZATIONS, OTHER: boxing club, baseball, alpha sigma phi, outdoor club, american society of mechnical engineers, anthropology club, fish camp, arrow in arrow, ping pong club, basketball team, shooting sports club, street society, the climbing team.

CLUBS, ORGANIZATIONS, OTHER CREATION:

alpha sigma phi: Alpha Sigma Phi is social fraternity on campus here to Better the Man, enrich brotherhood, and promote character and leadership through charitable and school events.

outdoor club: The mission of the UCCS Outdoor club will be to engage students in the outdoor industry and activities available in Colorado and beyond. Our vision is to provide students with access and education necessary to engage in the abundance of Outdoor activities that Colorado is known for.

american society of mechanical engineers: The American Society of Mechanical Engineers fosters interest in mechanical engineering through competitions, tours and activities.

anthropology club: UCCS Anthropology Club is an organization for those who are interested in the study of humankind, past and present. We encourage members and our fellow peers to learn about, be tolerant of, and embrace different cultures, languages, and diversity around them. The goal is for our club to get involved and be active within UCCS, alongside Anthropology professionals and students regionally, as well as the community, learn and develop within the field of Anthropology, and become more well-rounded citizens.

fish camp: Colorado is known for one of the best fly fishing in the US. Our mission is to educate student of the culture of fly fishing. We would like to share the importance of conservation, and patience through fly fishing. Fly fishing does not only involve fishing. It involves hiking, watching the water, learning about the water system in the area, etc.

arrow-in-arrow: It is our mission to build a sustainable competitive Archery club program at UCCS to allow the students that practice the sport of Archery to continue their growth and compete at the collegiate level. It is our vision to have a club that has both active student athletes and coaches to guide the athletes in their development. The purpose of this organization is to provide opportunities for campus students and community members to be informed and participate in the sport of archery.

ping pong club: The purpose of Ping Pong Club is to foster good sportsmanship, interest in and expansion of the sport of table tennis, increase the knowledge and skills of the members, and awareness of the spirit and its benefits to the community. Our vision is to enable players to bring forward their skills in the sport and be able to play against other players with similar skill levels and interest levels. Our goals are to compete regionally with other schools in the area and perhaps go to the state level competitions.

shooting sports club: To teach and inform students about basic firearm safety and handling, and to teach the fundamentals of scholastic competitive shooting. To dispel common misunderstandings and fear of firearms. To gather like minded shooting enthusiasts and represent UCCS in local and state shooting competitions.

street society: Street Society is a club for fellow automotive enthusiasts at UCCS, motorcycles included. Our mission is to bring together enthusiasts to have fun and improve the automotive community. Our vision is to have meets with the students at UCCS with a passion for cars and motorcycles. Our goals are to improve the automotive community, create a connection in the school’s automotive community, relieve student stress through their passion for cars, and provide assistance for automotive repairs for anyone who asks.

the climbing team: We are a group of students (some faculty/employees/friends) of UCCS that love to climb. A large focus of our club is to teach new and semi-experienced climbers how to be safe while climbing.

FIVE POSITIVE TRAITS: selfless, protective, smart, patient, determined.

FIVE NEGATIVE TRAITS: Aggressive, broody, stubborn, cynic, arrogant.

BIGGEST FEARS & PHOBIAS: Losing his younger sister.

SCARIEST EXPERIENCE: Scariest or most heartbreaking ?? But getting pulled out of school to find out most of your family was killed in a freak fire, pretty much tops everything. So does finding out your older sister was murdered. Sorry, Derek. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

DO THEY BELIEVE IN THE GHOSTS/PARANORMAL?: Absolutely not.

ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER WE SHOULD BE AWARE OF?: He’s a postgrad !!

ANY CHANGES TO YOUR CHARACTER THAT SHOULD BE NOTED?: He’s not a werewolf, can u beliebe? Still a sourwolf tho :/

WHY IS YOUR CHARACTER PARTICIPATING IN THE PROJECT?: Scott made him, but also he actually isn’t afraid of manual labor (what? is this a jab at sebastian smythe? derek get dicked) and genuinely likes the outdoors.

IC INFORMATION - SCOTT MCCALL

NAME, AGE, SEXUALITY: Scott McCall, 21, pansexual.

FANDOM: Teen Wolf ;/

HOMETOWN: Beacon Hills, CA.

CLUBS, ORGANIZATIONS, OTHER: super smash bros club, impact, spectrum, active minds, paintball club, mountain lion ultimate frisbee club, acts of kindness, outdoor club, student alliance for gender equality, el circulo de espanol, film club of uccs, uccs pre-health society, catalysts video game club

CLUBS, ORGANIZATIONS, OTHER CREATION:

el circulo de espanol: “El Círculo de Español” has various linguistic, cultural, and community oriented objectives: A. To advocate the usage of the Spanish language. B. To promote a better understanding of the wealth and diversity of the Hispanic culture. C. To participate in community events and activities which promote the Hispanic culture. D. To foster leadership development through the coordination of the aforementioned educational and awareness projects.

paintball club: Paintball Club is the most adrenaline-pumping, exciting club that UCCS has to offer. In conjunction with SGA, members will be able to play paintball for free, with small exemptions. We will play in many areas across town, and will play any game-types and any major paintball variations.

film club of uccs: The Film Club is sponsored by the Visual and Performing Arts Department (VAPA) as an activity that coincides with the undergraduate Film student’s studies but welcomes participation from all students who are interested in film, from all major degree programs.

uccs pre-health society: The UCCS Pre-Health Society is a collective group of students dedicated to pursuing careers in health care. Students interested in becoming doctors, dentists, veterinarians, pharmacists, physical therapists, physician assistants, etc. can find a wealth of knowledge, as well as community and camaraderie among other students.

mountain lion ultimate frisbee: To build a fun and competitive team comprised of a group of individuals that compete at the highest level achievable through determination, practice, and teamwork.

acts of kindness: Acts of Kindness (AOK) The mission of AOK is to help people throughout our wonderful university and town have a better life through selfless acts of kindness! We want to make a lasting effect on people through kindness and encourage them to do the same.

catalysts video game club: Mission Statement: To provide a friendly game environment where people can meet, play, socialize, and ultimately have fun. We play a variety of video game genres, ranging from Fighters to RPGs to Co-op Adventures, and are open to much more.

student alliance for gender equality: The goal of the Student Alliance for Gender Equity is to provide a safe place for all UCCS students to talk about gender topics as well as discuss women’s rights and gender equity.

FIVE POSITIVE TRAITS: humble, natural leader, chivalrous, cheerful, agile.

FIVE NEGATIVE TRAITS: gullible, immature, stubborn, emotionally impulsive, worries easily.

BIGGEST FEARS & PHOBIAS: Losing his mom and friends, failure.

SCARIEST EXPERIENCE: Stumbling on a dead body once, never again. (lol sure, k, sorry about your luck scotty, boi)

DO THEY BELIEVE IN THE GHOSTS/PARANORMAL?: They’re open-minded enough to think maybe, but not without some hardcore proof. (famous last words)

ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER WE SHOULD BE AWARE OF?: Has asthma, but it’s improved since he was younger.

ANY CHANGES TO YOUR CHARACTER THAT SHOULD BE NOTED?: MY SON IS HUMAAAAAAAAAAAAAN. So no true alpha and the boy got that asthma, but it’s not going to hinder him too too much. ;/ (lol you’re an optimist, paro)

WHY IS YOUR CHARACTER PARTICIPATING IN THE PROJECT?: He genuinely thinks it’ll be fun! It’ll be tough, but what better way to spend the summer than with his friends and helping build something cool?

WRITING SAMPLE

it’s been too long, too many unanswered calls and texts. he almost feels bad, he actually might if he didn’t believe in what he’s doing. protecting scott. it’s been his main objective since leaving beacon hills, that and making sure his sister doesn’t get tangled up in one of monroe’s many webs. but thankfully she’s running with a new pack and isn’t alone. he’s not too sure about the priest, but the alpha is willing to do anything to make sure his pack survives. derek lets his hand find scott’s shoulder, squeezing gently before he lets it fall back to his side. an unspoken good to see you too. he casts the alpha a glance at the tone, it’s probably too dark to see, but he knows scott will sense it so he doesn’t let it linger. “ i can leave. ” he WON’T. “ but i thought you could use some help. ”

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they’re sitting in beacon hills’ only diner in what’s come to be their spot. graduation is fast approaching and it’d almost be a relief, but there’s something holding scott back from celebrating. it’s been two days and he still hasn’t opened up the envelope from uc davis. he doesn’t know if he got in or not and part of him wants to keep it that way. he hadn’t even shown anyone yet, but malia had seen it on his bedside table the night before. she hadn’t said a word, understanding that’s what he needed. merely blinked her eyes before moving in close and they slept peacefully together, touching in the most innocent of ways.

now they were at breakfast together. scott dragged her out of bed in the morning, envelope tucked into his back pocket until he dug it up to put on the table after they ordered. he’s staring at it, heart racing and breathing unsteadily. his own fingers tap anxiously on the surface next to it. the alpha doesn’t stop until her touch is on him and he stills instantly. it’s not out of shock though, they’re long past that stage.

he relaxes because of it. the anxiousness is simmering below, but it’s more manageable. it’s gone completely by the time malia takes his hand. then when she squeezes, scott feels at ease in a way that’s become all too familiar when she’s touching him. besides with her, it’s not something he felt in a long while. he doesn’t want to let go, it’s the last thing he wants, but now he knows he’s ready to read his fate.

his free hand moves to wrap over hers and he squeezes back before pulling them both away. a sigh leaves his lips, regret at the loss of touch, but it’s also to steady himself for what’s to come. picking up the envelope is easy, opening it is even easier. scott starts to read, breath caught in his throat until another sigh leaves his lips. then he’s grinning and leaning into malia, turning his head and it’s almost a nuzzle when he moves it against her shoulder.

what it most definitely is, is a thank you and an i did it, i made it.

#eg scott #eg derek #eg accepted

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What X Remembers

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

The following is Bonus Material for Season V, which takes place immediately after the Epilogue. As a writing exercise, I delved into X’s memories, which will shape his character interactions and motivations for Season VI. Needless to say, if you haven’t read Season V or played X5, there will be SPOILERS ahead. Otherwise, I thoroughly hope you enjoy “What X Remembers”.

-Fade in-

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INT. MHHQ BUNKER - Underground Shelter

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X, and two of his new recruits continue to work together at rebuilding their Maverick Hunter Headquarters. Hanse and Hal put together a beam generator as X moves other equipment to a new pile for building.

As the three eventually finish building another support beam Hal looks down with remorse.

HAL: I wish Captain Zero were here…

X pauses with sharp eyes and simply smirks.

X: Heh… Ya know what? He already is. Right here.

He puts his hand on his chest and pats it twice. Then he walks away.

Low mumbles can be heard amongst his two recruits, which peaks X’s interest. He turns around.

X: What’s that?

HAL: No, nothing…

Hanse gives his partner a disapproving look.

X pays no mind to their secret and thinks about how they’ll move forward from here. He wants to create a new Utopia for this broken World.

X: (passionate) “Elysium”… Oh, yes… I’ll do it. Someday…

X walks on and fondly thinks about his Best Friend, who sacrificed everything to get him here.

-Fade to White-

[INSERT TITLE CARD – What X Remembers]

-FLASH-

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EXT. ABEL CITY - Central Highway - NIGHT

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Caption: 7 years ago

-A grainy image of Zero blasting off the arm of Vile’s Mech at the Central Highway appears-

X: (v.o, narrating) You were always so strong…

-FLASH-

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INT. SIGMA FORTRESS – Vile’s Lair – NIGHT

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-A grainy image of Zero gripping onto the back of Vile’s Mech and self-destructing appears-

ZERO: (v.o, echoing) Yaaaaaahhhh!!

X: (v.o, narrating) You were always willing to risk everything, even if it meant losing your life.

-FLASH-

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INT. OLD MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Control Room - DAY

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Caption: 6 years ago…

X: (v.o, narrating) I thought you were gone for good…

-A grainy image of the X-Hunters com-linking to their main monitor appears-

X: (v.o, narrating) …but it turns out that the X-Hunters had your parts, and they challenged me to fight for them.

-A grainy image of X facing Serges in Wheel Gator’s Dino Tank appears- -A grainy image of X facing Violen at a desert with Overdrive Ostrich appears- -A grainy image of X facing Agile inside a Volcano appears. Flame Stag has been impaled-

X: (v.o narrating) It would take some time to revive you, but in the end we secured your parts.

-FLASH-

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INT. X-HUNTER BASE – Mother Computer Room – NIGHT

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-A grainy image of an Evil Clone Zero standing alongside Sigma appears-

SIGMA (v.o) Look who I found wandering around, X! Allow me to introduce you to my new partner!

-A grainy image of the black clone, getting shot down by a red Zero appears-

-flash-

ZERO: Sigma!! You should’ve studied the blueprints closer! There is only ONE ZERO!!

X: (v.o, narrating) And then you came back and saved me in the knick of time...

Sigma panics as he backs up to the gateway behind him.

-A grainy image of X dragon punching Sigma through his Computer Virus form appears. Zero looks on with pride-

X: (v.o, narrating) We took Sigma down together…

-Flash-

Sigma’s head shakes and it shrinks inside the Mother Computer as the entire mainframe begins to explode.

SIGMA: (struggling) Why, Zero…? You were… last… of.. The Docttttor’s… creationzz… Guaaaaaah!!

-Flash-

——————————————————————– EXT. NORTH POLE - Barren Cliff - DAY ——————————————————————–

A grainy image of X and Zero gazing at the explosion of X-Hunter Base from the top of a cliff appears.

X: (v.o, narrating) …But then something strange happened…

-Flash-

——————————————————————–------------------- INT. OLD MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Main Entrance - DAY ——————————————————————–-------------------

X: (v.o, narrating) Suddenly a lot of people quit…

Captain welcomes Zero back into the Maverick Hunters, but the other Maverick Hunters will not have it.

GRAVITY BEETLE: ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!

-flash-

WEB SPIDER: …I refuse to stick around for this…

-flash-

GRIZZLY SLASH: Me too… I’ll be much better off without the Maverick Hunters!

X: (v.o, narrating) We lost a lot of people that day… I still can’t remember why, but I believed in you!

-FLASH-

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INT. OLD MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Cain Labs – NIGHT

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Caption: 5 years ago

X: (v.o, narrating) You were determined to clear your name amongst our other ranks, and when the World was in peril… you were there.

A glass pod opens, as X wakes up from a horrid dream. He notices Zero standing at the Mother Computer Console, near Dr. Cain and the old Research Division.

X: …Zero, what’s going on?

ZERO: Terrible commotion. All over the world!

Zero pulls up a World Map on the screen, where Maverick Activity is indicated all across the globe.

X: (v.o, narrating) Sigma threatened the safety of the World from within our own Cyber Network! As we worked together, you slowly regained their trust.

-A grainy image of X dragon punching Sigma’s nostalgic giant Wolf form in Cyberspace appears. An injured Zero watches in awe-

X: (v.o, narrating) We proved we were a Team, again!

-FLASH-

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INT. WEATHER CENTER – Control Room - NIGHT

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Caption: 4 years ago…

After defeating a revived, upgraded Wire Sponge, a slime-like substance floats around the room, and quickly makes its way over to X.

Suddenly, Zero teleports into the room.

ZERO: X, get AWAY FROM THAT THING!!!!    

Zero fires a charged Z-Buster at it immediately.

The glob is blown apart and splatters everywhere.  Parts of the substance fall on X’s arm and absorb into the pores of his Buster…

X: Wha? Zero!!!

ZERO: Shit!!!

X: (v.o, narrating) …Then I had a major scare…

-FLASH-

——————————————————————–----------- INT. RENOVATED FACTORY – Inner Sanctum - NIGHT ——————————————————————–-----------

X falls to one knee, and eventually curls up in the fetal position as the pain is too much to bear.

X: (v.o, narrating) I was infected by that strange substance…

SCHMITT: (Teasing, taunting) …it seems that the Limited is taking over your little blue friend’s body from the inside.  Starting with his X-Buster!

-flash-

ZERO: (calling out, focused) Hold on X!!  I’ll fend him off and take care of this.  You just try to get your bearings…

X: (in pain, struggling) Ng..  r-right…

-flash-

X: (v.o, narrating) But you helped me get through it.

-A grainy image of Schmitt standing behind X with charged up arms appears- -A grainy image of Zero getting in front of Schmitt’s deadly blue blast appears-

X: (v.o, narrating) You were even willing to sacrifice yourself for me, again! THAT was the Zero, I knew.

-A grainy image of X blasting Schmitt with his upgraded Clear High Buster appears- -A grainy image of a damaged Schmitt using the Mother Limited to transform appears- -A grainy image of iX, his Maverick Counter-part, emerging from the Mother Limited’s mouth appears-

-flash-

iX: Consider me, your Evil Twin…  

-flash-

-A grainy image of X’s chest plate upgrading into green-tinted Clear Armor appears- -A grainy image of X’s legs upgrading into green-tinted Clear Armor appears-

iX:

What the Hell!!?

X gives his clone a smug grin.

-Flash-

-A grainy image of the two diving after each other in sync, blasting Charge Shots through each other’s chests appears.-

-fade to white-

X: (v.o, narrating) In the end, I rid myself of iX and the infection altogether, but that was only the beginning.

-A grainy image of X and Zero performing their Double Buster attack on Dr. Doppler’s Mother Limited Repligiant appears-

-FLASH-

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INT. OLD MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Control Room – NIGHT

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Caption: 3 years ago… March

X: (v.o, narrating) Dr. Doppler was our enemy now, and he got the best of us.

X is transported into the Control Room from a hangerter paralyzing device. He sees that Captain is attached to a Hangerter as well, severely damaged.  All of the Navigators, including Nina are dead.

X: (v.o, narrating) His forces invaded our base when we were least expecting it…

X: (disheartened, exhausted) Mac… How could you…?

-flash-

Suddenly, Zero comes rushing through the door.

ZERO: HEY!

-A grainy image of Zero slicing Mac diagonally, across his chest appears-

X: (v.o, narrating) We had already been through so much, but I could always count on you.

-FLASH-

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EXT. SAFARI PARK – Neon Tiger Fight – DAY

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-A grainy image of Neon Tiger slicing X’s wounded chest appears.-

With X grounded, Neon Tiger puts his foot against his chest.

NEON TIGER: Still alive I see…  We can fix that…

X: Agh..  NO!  X to Hunter Base…  Can anyone hear me..?  I..  I NEED HELP!

-flash-

Zero teleports in behind Neon Tiger.

-A grainy image of Zero shooting Neon tiger in the back appears-

-FLASH-

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EXT. OLD MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Ruined Entrance – NIGHT

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X emerges from a fire at the front of their Base, staring down Bit and Byte with a blazing spirit in his eyes.

-A grainy image of X firing a strong golden wave of power from his buster appears-

X: (v.o, narrating) Dr. Doppler’s ‘Nightmare Police’ had attacked our Base a 2nd time… They tried to implant a virus in my head that would transform me into iX, but they failed.

-flash-

The blast takes off Bit’s arm, while a damaged Byte nervously holds his partner up. 

BIT: H-h-h-h-huh???

BYTE: So this is the true power of Mega Man X…

BIT & BYTE: Good…to… know…

X: (panting, calming down) I will defeat you… no matter what the cost… and I will Never… become a Devil… again!

X: (v.o, narrating) You had defended me the entire time I was out. I’ll never forget that… We took out the rest of Doppler’s forces and eventually had a rematch with them.

-FLASH-

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EXT. POINT D – Lab Entrance – DAY

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X and Zero charge their busters at the same time, and place their gauntlets right next to each other.  Bit and Byte stand by defiantly, allowing them to power up.

-flash-

X & ZERO: Doooouuuublllleeee, BUSTEEEEERRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

The size of their combined Charge Shot is an immense color of teal that actually makes Bit flinch.

BIT: Wh-what?

Bit and Byte stubbornly take the blast, which results in a large explosion in the area.

-A grainy image of the whole battlefield covered in dust appears- -A grainy image of Marty unearthing X with Recon Raccoon and Cross-Hare of the old 9th Unit appears- -A grainy image of X unearthing Zero with a level 2 blast, while still holding Marty appears-

X: (v.o, narrating) Somehow, they survived and killed Marty… But you took care of that for me.

-FLASH-

—————————————————————————- INT. DOPPLER LABS – Destroyed Lair – DAY —————————————————————————-

An immense explosion causes X to fall into the room, from the floor above. When he lands, he sees the combined form of Bit & Byte burn to death.

ZERO: (calming down, cooling off) Sorry about the mess, X. Things got a little intense on my end…

X: (v.o, narrating) Taking down Doppler was too intense for both of us, but eventually we pulled through. I still don’t think I would’ve survived against Sigma that time without your Saber…

-A grainy image of X stabbing Sigma in the lower abdomen with the Z-Saber appears-

-FLASH-

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INT. OLD MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Cain Labs – NIGHT

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After successfully destroying Doppler’s Lab, the two heroes teleport into Dr. Cain’s Lab feeling sluggish and sleepy. Having not had a full night’s rest yet, Dr. Cain has interrupted their slumber out of sheer excitement of his latest creation. 

ZERO: Hmph… we��re here.  What do you want?

DR. CAIN: (overjoyed, excited) Hehehe.  I finished it..  It’s finally done!

X: (v.o, narrating) But then came the Repliforce…

X: Hm??

-A grainy image of X meeting Colonel and shaking his hand appears- -A grainy image of Zero staring and waving at Iris, enchanted appears-

X: (v.o, narrating) Dr. Cain put a lot of faith in Colonel and Iris. He thought they were going to lead the Reploids into the next generation with a Faction of their own. You befriended the Colonel and quickly became enamored with his sister…

-FLASH-

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EXT. MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Training Grounds – DAY

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Caption: 3 years ago… June

Zero clashes sabers with Colonel, who is an expert swordsman, himself.

The two smile as they continue to spar.

X: (v.o, narrating) The Repliforce aided us on Laguz Island, which was one of our most difficult missions. With their help, we took down 24 revived Mavericks and the Soul Erasers responsible for bringing Sigma back.

-FLASH-

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INT. BERKANA LABS – Sigma’s Chamber – NIGHT

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Sigma unleashes a new deadly form, before X and Zero, who look up at his gigantic body with trepidation.

-A grainy black and white image of Zero destroying Sigma’s fallen body with a dark giga attack appears-

-fade to white-

X: (v.o, narrating) We attained peace for a short while, but it was tainted by Dr. Cain’s funeral.

-A grainy image of all the Maverick Hunters and Repliforce in attendance at his service appears-

-fade to white-

Caption: 3 years ago… November

X: (v.o, narrating) A few months later, rumors had surfaced about Corruption within the Repliforce and when the Sky Lagoon Incident happened, you immediately sought to bring them to justice. Soon a War had sparked that you were more than willing to participate in.

-FLASH-

-A grainy image of X taking a Charge Shot while Zero uppercuts Web Spider with his saber appears- -A grainy image of X ramming into Magma Dragoon with his Nova Strike appears- -A grainy image of Zero impaling Frost Walrus with a downward saber-thrust appears- -A grainy image of Zero destroying Storm Owl with Rakuhouha appears- -A grainy image of Zero slicing General with Shippuuga and X taking a Plasma Shot appears-

X: (v.o, narrating) I hated it… We took down the Reploid Army, Navy & Marine force! Most of which were people we called our friends!! I knew bigger forces had to be at play here, and low and behold, I was right.

-flash-

After a wild explosion, the General still hovers before them, half-damaged. Then the entire Satellite Facility starts to shake, giving them all pause.

GENERAL:   This weapon can’t be working…  It must be malfunctioning…

X:  General! What do you mean?

ZERO:   What’s wrong?

GENERAL: Someone else is controlling it! …You must hurry Men. The earth is… in danger!

-Flash-

—————————————————————————- INT. FINAL WEAPON – Corridor – NIGHT —————————————————————————-

As the whole Satellite Facility shakes, X and Zero run down a metal corridor.

X: (v.o, narrating) Sigma was behind it all. He manipulated all of us, the whole time!

-Flash-

—————————————————————————- INT. FINAL WEAPON – Gateway – NIGHT —————————————————————————-

The room continues to shake violently as Sigma points down at them and laughs.

SIGMA: Hee hee hehee. Now all that’s left is to destroy Earth with the very weapon they made.

X shakes his head.

X: No! I’ll never let you do that!

SIGMA: Try hard X. Your life depends on it!

ZERO: Sigma… I will defeat you!

X: (v.o, narrating) The idea shook me to the core. …He was really willing to destroy the whole World that time. And this time, he almost did…

-FLASH-

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EXT. HEXAGON COAST HIGHWAY – Statue Construction Site – DAY

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Caption: One week ago, December 5th.

X: (v.o, narrating) When Sigma fought us a week ago, he lost to me on purpose.

X feels the inner flame from within ignite, once again.

SIGMA: Heeheehee. Yes, X.  Do it.  Let’s test Might against Might, just as we have BEFORE!!!

Sigma unleashes a huge purple power blast at X, just as X glows golden and thrusts himself in an air-dash with a Nova Strike.

X & SIGMA: GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

X’s Nova Strike powers through the purple blast and completely overtakes the cannon from inside Sigma’s mouth.  Not only is the cannon destroyed, but his jaw snaps, completely broken. Then,  his head begins to explode.

ZERO: (smiling, relieved) You did it…

He takes a breath and allows himself to lean back as he watches Sigma die again.

Explosions surround his head and violently erupt from within, but then something dark begins to peer out from his breaking body.

ZERO: Wait a minute..  what the-?

SIGMA: Hee hee hee. AAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Sigma lets himself go completely as his entire head explodes and releases a massive wave of the dark matter.

X and Zero look at the darkened sky in fear.

Purple, dark, evil energy fills the sky and swirls around in the heavy winds.

X: (v.o, narrating) He wanted to create a World of Mavericks, but we would not let him.

-FLASH-

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INT. NEW MHHQ – Control Room - DAY

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SIGNAS: The situation is far worse than expected. Sigma’s explosion has spread the Virus all over the Earth. It’s affecting both people and Reploids.

-flash-

X: (gasping) This is horrible…

SIGNAS: What’s worse, the Space Colony, Eurasia, is heading straight toward us.

-flash-

ALIA: We have no choice… For the sake of the world, we must destroy the Colony!

On Signas’ Monitor, an image of a large cannon is pulled up.

ALIA: …But the only weapon we have in the Hunter Base that still works is……the Enigma… And it’s very old.

-flash-

ALIA: …We also have a Space Shuttle, but it’s been affected by the Virus, and the Auto-Pilot function doesn’t work…

ZERO: Damn it!

ALIA: So we need someone to fly it to the Colony and let it collide… It’s almost certain death, but we have no other choice.

Zero nods with a firm look in his eyes. X is concerned by this.

X: (v.o, narrating) We decided to reach out to old contacts for parts to build up the Enigma Cannon, first. But everywhere we went – the reploids were already infected… Or had a grudge with us…

-A grainy image of Ex-Repliforce, Duff McWhalen challenging X at the Pacific Ocean appears-

-A grainy image of Ex-Maverick Hunter, Squid Adler challenging X at his Lab appears-

-A grainy image of Dr. Glow challenging X & Zero at his Fortress appears-

X: (v.o, narrating) But then the time came. We were going to fire the Enigma.

-FLASH-

———————————————————————– INT. NEW MHHQ – Control Room – NIGHT ———————————————————————–

Caption: December 6th, 1:00 AM

Signas clenches a fist as he makes his fateful command.

SIGNAS: All right… This is it. /FIRE!

-pan to –

———————————————————————– EXT. NEW MHHQ – The Enigma Cannon - NIGHT ———————————————————————–

We see a final back-angle view of the cannon as it blasts it’s huge wave of energy into the sky.

We follow the giant blue wave of energy into Outer Space, where it collides with the Space Colony, Eurasia.

-pan to-

———————————————————————–

EXT. OUTER SPACE – Eurasia - NIGHT

———————————————————————–

The Space Colony is struck by the blast, which does severe damage to it’s front and side. The blast erupts into a brilliant flash of light.

-Fade to White-

SIGNAS: (o.s) Did we make it? …Did it get crushed apart?? Alia, give us the report.

ALIA: (o.s) …Negative! We only destroyed 62%!!

X: (v.o, narrating)

When that didn’t work, we immediately defaulted to our Back-Up Plan.

-Flash-

—————————————————————-

INT. NEW MHHQ - Control Room - NIGHT

—————————————————————-

X: We have a back-up plan. Let’s concentrate on our next move!

Signas looks over to X, amazed and snaps out of his own dejection.

SIGNAS: (brighter) All right!

He claps his hands once, drawing some of their attention.

SIGNAS: We will execute the Shuttle Operation! Don’t give up hope! The future of the Earth depends on us!

Signas draws their attention to his screen once again, changing the image to their Space Shuttle blueprints.

SIGNAS: This is our last hope. The Space Shuttle Operation.

Alia takes a deep breath and reads off the briefing from her tablet.

ALIA: The shuttle will approach and fly into the Colony. The pilots will eject at the last minute.

-flash-

ALIA: It’s very dangerous because they could get sucked into the blast… In the end, I fear that this will fail just like the Enigma. We need to gather as many devices as we can to strengthen the shuttle’s power. But the Auto-Pilot function doesn’t work…

Signas looks to his bravest Hunters.

SIGNAS: (sighing) Okay, gather as many devices as you can.

Douglas turns to them, while his eyes are still affixed to the screen, anxiously.

DOUGLAS: We’ll try to upgrade it from here. This is the last chance for us, so we have to make it count!

SIGNAS: I know this mission is hard for you all, but the important thing is for us to stay optimistic…

X: (v.o, narrating) Again, we reached out to Reploids who had the parts we needed to upgrade the Shuttle. Only, this time they were Mavericks or Ex-Repliforce…

-A grainy image of Dark Necrobat challenging X at the Planetarium Science Center appears-

-A grainy image of Dynamo challenging X at MHHQ appears-

-A grainy image of Axle the Red challenging X at a Secret Repliforce Base appears-

-A grainy image of X assisting Zero against Burn Dino-Rex at Sunhouse Mountain appears-

X: Once we got what we needed, we went right to work on the Shuttle. Then, you made the Ultimate Sacrifice.

-FLASH-

———————————————————————— INT. NEW MHHQ – Control Room – DAY ————————————————————————

Alia and Douglas run in to the Control Room to join X and Signas, who are pensively monitoring the Shuttle Dock.

ALIA: Okay, guys. This is it! The moment we’ve all been waiting for.

X: (worried) Let’s hope it was worth it…

She gives X a concerned look and puts a hand on his shoulder.

ALIA: Hey.. It’s gonna be okay. Positive thoughts, right?

She tries to smile at him, but he is too worried, which causes her to break her stride as well. With an uneasy brow, she watches Douglas patch in a com-link to the Shuttle, who still has a smile on his face.

Douglas picks up the communicator and begins his sequence.

DOUGLAS: The Space Shuttle. Stand-by!

SIGNAS: I trust you… Zero. I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you…

-cut to-

———————————————————————— EXT. NEW MHHQ – Shuttle Dock – DAY ————————————————————————

From the dock, we see a top view of the shuttle. All the technicians have cleared the area, as the Shuttle begins to rev itself for lift off.

ZERO: (o.s, filtered) Don’t mention it! This is my mission. I’m the only pilot left, you know.

X: (o.s, filtered) Zero, I’ll do it instead of you!

ZERO:

(o.s, filtered) X, you should stay here. Who else will protect the Earth?

X: (o.s filtered) Don’t talk as if you won’t be back!

ZERO:

(o.s, filtered) I’m sure I’ll be back! I won’t die on such an easy mission. When I become a Maverick… I think that’s when I’ll have died.

-Flash-

At full force, the rocket shoots out from the dock and passes the danger range. It soon reaches high into the sky, beyond the stratosphere, and leaves the Earth’s orbit.

-pan to-

————————————————————————

INT. NEW MHHQ – Control Room – DAY

————————————————————————

From their monitor, they can see that the Shuttle is swiftly flying out towards the giant looming Colony, not far away.

ALIA: Zero, the Colony is approaching… Go!

DOUGLAS: I’m sure it’ll work this time!

X: Zero will make it and get out okay!

ZERO: (filtered) Locking on to the Space Colony. I’ll get as close to it as possible, then I’ll abandon the Shuttle. There’s lots of debris from the Colony around here… I have to pilot the Shuttle around the debris…

From the screen, the Shuttle dispatches off of the rocket, and freely maneuvers around the debris, while the rocket dangerously bashes through it.

Light explosions form around Zero and threaten to take his ship out. He weaves away with a quick turn to the left.

ZERO: (filtered, reacting) Whoa! …Otherwise the Shuttle will be destroyed before it crashes into Eurasia.

DOUGLAS: Zero! I believe you can do it!!

ZERO: (filtered) Thanks, Douglas… It’s time to go… I’ll cut communication in 5 seconds and get out of here!

X: Good luck, Zero!

SIGNAS: Good luck, Zero!

His com-link goes out and the worry sets in to everyone in the room.

At the last moment, they see a piece of debris knock into Zero’s ship, which throws him slightly off-course. Alia and the others look at the screen, concerned.

ALIA: (gasping) 7 seconds to impact. 5…4…3…2… …

X: Zeroooo!

A loud explosive burst is heard over the coms, before it is taken over by white noise.

SIGNAS: (nervous) …Did we make it? Did it crash??

DOUGLAS: We did everything we could to strengthen it… Everything…! …Zero…!

Signas tries to patch in a com-link.

SIGNAS: Zero, can you read me?

Alia focuses desperately on the read outs from their satellites and pulls up multiple angles of the crash report.

ALIA: The Shuttle crashed into the Colony! The destruction rate is… 70%

DOUGLAS: 70%!! Is that enough??

She stares at the monitor as if in a trance, as she quickly does her calculations. Then, she puts a hand to her mouth, visibly sobbing through short gasps.

ALIA: I’m afraid…The Colony won’t be destroyed in time…Our mission.. has failed…

SIGNAS: Not entirely! The Earth will survive… What about Zero?

X: (v.o, narrating) Zero survived too, but he was very injured. He stubbornly pressed on in his mission. I was so scared, that I… blocked most of it out of my memory…

-FLASH-

————————————————————---------- INT. FALLEN COLONY – Blue Zero Space – DAY

————————————————————----------

X teleports to Antarctica and walks over towards the broken Colony. As he nears the crater, he can see the mysterious energy of the Colony Virus swell all around him.

He takes a deep breath.

X: (whispering) Here goes nothing…

X: (v.o, narrating) I remember getting there… and having a really hard time with Security Lasers…

-A grainy image of X in his base armor narrowly dodging lasers down a gap-fall corridor appears-

X: (v.o narrating) And then I recall… A Monster. Zero killed it!

-Flash-

————————————————————----------------------- INT. FALLEN COLONY – Mysterious Monster Lair – DAY ————————————————————-----------------------

X looks at the fallen creature with a confused frown.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) We didn’t want you to get your hopes up, but Zero has destroyed this monster. We saw the whole thing through his coms while you were asleep.

X: …Huh… Why didn’t you tell me??

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Signas thought it was best to let you discover this on your own…

X: What!? Why??

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Everything happened so fast. We’re still processing it as this all unfolds. …I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to keep anything from you.

X watches the defeated skull with an irate brow, but then softens his gaze as he wonders about Zero.

X: I don’t know what to think…

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Please don’t be mad.

He stares at the dead monster and almost smiles.

X: No, it’s not that. It’s just- Zero! He actually fought this thing! I’m.. really surprised! And actually… Impressed!!

X: (v.o, narrating) He must’ve… hid away in that part of the Colony when it crashed into Earth. And then continued the mission from there, because everywhere else I went the Mavericks were cleared. Except Sigma…

-FLASH-

————————————————————------------------ INT. FALLEN COLONY – Rangda Bangda Room – DAY ————————————————————------------------

-A grainy image of X fighting in the Rangda Bangda Room in his new Gaea Armor appears-

X destroys it with a Gaea Shot and the whole room explodes around him. With that, the Rangda Bangda trap has been destroyed.

SIGMA: (o.s, filtered) Very good, X. Zero is waiting for you just further ahead.

Explosions continue to pervade throughout the room.

X: (v.o, narrating) That room must’ve… knocked me out… Because when I came to, I found myself in my old host pod, standing across Zero’s host pod and he was severely damaged!!

-FLASH-

————————————————————————–

INT. FALLEN COLONY – Sigma’s Lair – DAY

————————————————————————–

X’s eyes open. He wakes up, perplexed by his new surroundings as his vision is still quite blurry.

X: (weak, soft) e-eh… Where.. am I???

SIGMA: Hee hee hee hee. Impressive… The number one Reploid, you are… You came to, much earlier than I expected.

He looks around as his vision becomes clearer and notices that a torso of Zero is in his old Host Pod. He shakes his head, growing more awake and upset by the second.

X: …Why? Why did you do this?!

SIGMA: Because of Zero… I wanted to awaken him from his false self.

X: What?!

X: (v.o, narrating) There is no ‘false self’. Sigma would say anything to get me to turn on him. But no… In the end, we Both defeated him!

-Flash-

Just above the shutter, X slides down, sweating and panting, still in his Ultimate Form.

X: Even if it kills me… I’m gonna make sure that this ends, Here and NOW!!!!!

SIGMA: YOU BASTARD!!!!! NNNNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

Sigma desperately fills the room with more Virus Blocks at X’s position, but he Nova Strikes against Sigma’s head three more times - diagonally in an ‘X’ pattern and with a final one directly from below.

When the Nova Strike fades, X hovers in mid-air with his thrusters. He looks at Sigma’s cracked face. He barely resembles himself anymore.

Out of nowhere, Sigma is struck by a Charge Shot from below.

Surprised, X looks down to see a sad Zero, who is only a torso with one arm, and a buster formed in his right hand.

SIGMA: AAAGHH. Noo, Zero!!!!! You were supposed to follow me!!!

ZERO: Heh.. Not, this time… Some things.. go beyond our programming…

Zero winces in pain and smiles at X.

SIGMA: Gwaaaaaaaa!

X’s thrusters give out and he falls to the ground. Upon landing, he powers down into his base form as he looks up at Sigma’s horrific Skull. A swarm of explosions emit across his face, neck and body. His gigantic armored plating falls apart and parts of his skeleton can be seen as the explosions grow more and more.

SIGMA: Damn… But I’ll never…die alone! I’ll take…Zero…down with me!

X: No! Stop using Zero as a shield!

SIGMA: The three of us can die together!!!

ZERO: No.. Leave X out of this!

SIGMA: Gha ha ha ha ha…!

-flash-

X and Zero widen their eyes as the whole room erupts into an explosion.

The blast knocks both of them away from each other.

After a few quiet moments, X stirs and crawls back up to his feet.

X: ………………Zero?

X barely walks over to his broken body.

X: Zerooo! Zerooo!

He collapses on top of him and holds his torso close to his chest. Zero’s body is limp.

X: Zero! Zero! NO! Don’t die…again!

Tears start to form. He shakes his head.

-pan slowly to the right, behind X-

We see a husk of Sigma’s skull on the ground, with a short mound of wires from his neck, barely holding him up. His left eye slowly activates, and he manages to open his mouth.

SIGMA: ………Dro… Drop Dead…!

A power ball forms from his mouth.

Caught off guard and still holding Zero close, X is startled.

X: ………Uh? O-oh, NO!

In the next second, X is blasted from behind while holding onto Zero. The beam penetrates through X’s back and Zero’s chest. X slowly lets go of Zero as he takes the blast.

X: …Gu, ghaaa…

Zero’s eyes open with a livid glare as he pulls up his buster and smirks.

ZERO: …How persistent… …you are… …Die… …Sigma…

Zero narrows his focus and unleashes the last of his power into his Z-Buster.

A large, white-spiraled blast emits from his cannon and enters into Sigma’s mouth.

Sigma’s remnants instantly explode, as Zero lands on the ground, glad that it’s over.

X: (v.o, narrating) I don’t know how I survived… They’re saying it’s a Miracle. Heh, I’ll bet that you sent me back…

-FLASH-

————————————————————————– INT. MHHQ – X’s Dorm – DAY ————————————————————————–

Caption: NOW

X sits on his bed and takes out the Z-Saber, looking at it with a fondness.

X: Zero… you’ve always looked after me.

He grips the saber tight.

X: Now it’s my turn to look after them.

He activates the saber and ponders a disturbing thought.

X: They say that we fought before, but why would I ever do that?? Maybe we trained too hard once. Or maybe we squabbled about the Repliforce at some point and I just can’t remember… Not all of my memories are back since recovering from last week, but I will tell you this.

He looks down at the green blade of the Z-Saber with adoration.

X: I’ll never be able to thank you enough for everything. I Love you. And I will respect and honor you for the rest of my days.

He stands up, swings the saber and holds it out, flaring the wild beam from the hilt.

X: I will carry on your Legacy. No matter what lies ahead… You’ll always be here with me.

He holds the saber above his head horizontally and admires the green hue of the blade, which lights up the room.

X: We’ll save this World together, Zero.

-Freezeframe. Grainy Effect-

-Fade to Black-

#Season V #Bonus Material #What X Remembers #Series Recap #X5 Epilogue #Pre-X6

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Jackson plays crappy matchmaker for Youngjae and Jaebum, and Youngjae avoids his feelings long enough to hurt Yugyeom.

Warnings: swearing, and some sexual content (not too explicit though)

Word Count: 5.6k+

Author(s): Mia and Chewy

A/N: It’s been a really long time, but our promised fic for our lottery winner from celebrating 2k followers is finally done! Sorry it took so long, but hopefully we’ve done your prompt justice :)

I tried my best to incorporate the things you wanted. There’s also some yugjae because I have no control over my writing and who pops up in it, as usual. I really hope you like it.

Tall, polished windows set in gold-yellow sills spanning the length of at least two regular department stores call out to him, whispering in bittersweet chorus. They want him to empty his savings for the month on some stupid party where it will be too dark for anyone to see what he’s wearing anyway. Is he bitter? Yes. Does he have the right to be? Hell yes. His senior Junho told him to come dressed his best, that he should want to make a good impression since a bunch of alumni and other seniors are going to be there. Youngjae isn’t even completely convinced that he wants to be in Kappa Sigma anyway. It just seems like the college thing to do, and Junho may have twisted his arm about it.

Regardless, here he is, walking through the front door of Club Z, cringing at the ding that sounds out and prompts some shoppers to look in his direction curiously. Some couldn’t care either way and return to what they were doing. Others give him looks ranging from amusement to disgust to genuine confusion. It’s obvious his jeans and band t-shirt combo are to be looked down upon here.

Rich, snotty bastards.

Youngjae is very disappointed that there are as many men as women, thus his excuse of being apart of the stereotypically less fashion-savvy gender is useless. Now, walking around cluelessly touching this and that with absolutely no idea of what any of it is or what to pair anything with is just embarrassing.

Adding to his budding headache, just glimpses of the different clothing pieces tell him that he’ll have to be here for hours just to find a semi-decent outfit. He was born as round as a circle, and even though he lost some baby fat in childhood, traces of it harbor his cheeks, making the tiny shirt holes seem like future humiliation. He also has thick limbs and a flat but soft tummy. No abs. No definition. No chance of him looking good in any of the shear due to his slight but soft frame and not an inkling of hope in the crisper button downs because of the aforementioned reason. It was always easier to resign himself to the ranks of the fashion terrorists and call it a day. Not only is he overwhelmed, but he’s confused, and a bit terrified as well.

To make his situation worse, a handsome, well-dressed man is making his way over from across the floor where women were previously fawning over him, giggling and shoving to get their opportunity at stealing his attention. He pays no mind to the glares they cast at him for that.

His real concern is what he’s going to say to the man when he gets there. He can’t say that he doesn’t need any help because he obviously does. He has a shirt and these insufferable looking shorts in his hands that, even to his inexperienced eyes, don’t match at all. The man will see through that lie in a split second and then he’ll have to put his head in a dark hole and wait for lightning to strike him dead. If he says that he was just looking around he might be met with the same expression he has witnessed twice already today. That expression that clearly says ‘why come if you’re going to touch everything you can’t afford and then leave?’. He doesn’t think he can handle that a third time.

He may just drop everything and bolt. But then he’ll be looking through his entire wardrobe last minute, getting frustrated that nothing is good enough, eventually just blow the event off and live the rest of his college career as a hermit who never goes anywhere or does anything because he has no friends and can't dress himself properly.

...Okay, so maybe that last part is mostly just exaggerated speculation. But some of it holds true. Youngjae has been wearing the same thing since he was a geeky freshman through senior year. A fresh look is long overdue. He has no idea where to start though, or where he wants to end up for that matter.

Youngjae is still caught up in his internal dialogue when the man finally arrives, having to announce himself twice before Youngjae looks up, conflicted and nervous. He feels like a small child, mismatched clothes in hand and confidence draining from his body. Up close, the man is even more striking. Although Youngjae has no idea what he’s wearing by name, he knows that it looks good. Broad muscles fill up the shirt that would be too tight in some places and too loose in others on Youngjae. Long, built legs compliment his black slacks and shiny, dark shoes top off his whole ‘I’m too hot to approach, but feel free to drool from afar’ ensemble.

“Can I help you?” the man asks with amusement in his voice. He surveys Youngjae’s “outfit” with a speculative expression and raises one eyebrow. “You have a rather particular taste. I’m not judging, but it’s kind of written in my job description to give customers advice.”

“Yeah?” Youngjae says. “And what’s your advice?”

“Lose the shorts and we’ll see what we can do with the shirt…”

“Youngjae.”

The man smiles easily. “Jaebum.”

After twenty minutes of trying on things Jaebum brings to him, Youngjae is over the whole process. He appreciates the man’s well-intentioned determination but he’s on the verge of calling everything off because nothing is looking right despite Jaebum’s undying optimism.

“Here, last one.” Jaebum’s arm splits through the dressing room curtains with a pair of straight-legged black jeans and a soft blue cotton button-up. He’s skeptical, but puts them and steps out in front of the full-length ready to accept his fate, when he opens his eyes gingerly and is surprised to find that he doesn’t hate the ensemble.

The jeans make his legs look lean, which they aren’t, and the shirt doesn’t make him particularly podgy in any place.

“Good?” Jaebum asks with an expectant grin and a hesitant thumbs up.

“Good,” Youngjae replies.

“Awesome.” Jaebum waves him over to the register and they get on with it. Youngjae is more than glad to get the heck out of there after having sent way too much time already, even if he doesn’t mind being with Jaebum at all.

“So you go to Yeongnam U?” Jaebum asks as he’s ringing up the stuff.

“Uh, yeah. I’m majoring in Music Therapy.”

“Sweet.” Jaebum smiles and Youngjae’s heart does this thing where it feels like it’s going to explode. “So, you wanna, like, help people and stuff? Way cool. I’m only going for Composition so I can write songs and sell ‘em. But that’s noble, Youngjae.”

“Um, noble, okay. Thanks.” Youngjae scratches the back of his neck slightly as Jaebum bags the clothes and taps some numbers in the register. Youngjae pays what he owes and waves the man goodbye as he tries not to look like an animal fleeing its cage on his way out.

* * * * *

Parties have never been Youngjae’s forte.

He’s an awkward human being. It was built in him to be that way, he supposes. He’s terrible at small talk, hates being squashed by sweaty, drunk people in dark, loud places. He never knows what to say or do. It doesn’t help that he’s wearing an expensive outfit that doesn’t feel like him at all, doesn’t mold to his body like a good pair of jeans and a graphic tee. So, not only is he struggling to be anyone but himself, he’s also trying to live up to the bigshot persona clothes from Glitz warrant from someone. This was destined to be a horrible idea the second he walked in the front door. Jinyoung and Bambam ditched him, obviously preferring to hang out with their rich, cultured group of friends, leaving Youngjae to fend for himself.

Youngjae doesn’t have to think about what to do; it’s instinct by this point. He pushes his way through the writhing bodies until he gets to the back door.

Worse has come to worst.

As Youngjae is slipping outside into the warm night, a very familiar face clocks on his radar. He doesn’t have anything better to do, so he sulks on a barren swing as he watches through squinted eyes at the bodies suffocating each other on a bench near the back door. Jaebum finally comes up for air, and a girl Youngjae recognizes from his Psych class, Dasom, giggles and hiccups, begging him to come back. He shoos her away, coming to his feet and allowing her time to scramble up herself. She scurries after him like a puppy as he goes inside.

Seeing them together is almost as bitter as whatever is in his cup. He only has to take a sip to decide that the stuff is awful. He keeps drinking, though, because one, he has nothing better to do, and two, it takes some of the hurt away. He’s halfway through it when the air surrounding him becomes more crowded and the other swing’s creaking mixes in with his. As terrible as that sound is, it’s oddly comforting. It reminds him of when he would go to his friend’s house as a child to play. He had this rusty swing set that was probably the most dangerous thing they could find to play on, but it never collapsed on them and they enjoyed each other’s company while using it. He doesn’t question the welcome intrusion.

“The party’s in there,” the voice says. It has some bass, while still being very youthful. Attractive.

“I’m having my own party.” Youngjae shakes his head sadly, taking another sip out of his cup. “A party of one.”

“Make that a party of two.” The guy takes the cup right out of Youngjae’s hand and takes a whig himself. Youngjae isn’t too upset as he follows the thieving hand to a handsome face. Large yet angular brown eyes, a high, straight nose, and thick lips is what he can pick out in the semi-darkness. The stranger lets loose a long, loud sigh and returns the cup. Youngjae takes it apprehensively, sloshing what’s left boredly. He thinks he’s starting to feel it, whatever it is. This is not his first time drinking alcohol, but it’s definitely his first time getting past a few gulps without gagging and passing the wretched stuff to a more willing party-goer, or putting it back.

“I’m Yugyeom, by the way.” The stranger--Yugyeom, kicks off and begins to swing gently. The creaking gets louder.

“Youngjae.” He follows the other’s lead. The warmth growing inside of him as the liquor works its way through his system mixed with the cool breeze he unearths once he starts swinging is creating a strange synergy around him. The night becomes a little more bearable. Yugyeom is handsome, has a nice voice as well.

“So, Youngjae-hyung. You out here for a reason?” Yugyeom asks.

“Yeah,” Youngjae says, coughing to clear his clogged throat. The alcohol causes it to burn a little, but it’s just comforting warmth after that. “I’m kinda bummed about something. And I don’t really like parties. This is my frat. I would just go to my room, but there’s probably someone having sex in it. So…” He twirls the cup some more, distractedly.

“Yeah, that could get awkward.” Yugyeom laughs quietly. Another nice sound. It’s sweet, something Youngjae feels rather than just hears. It bounces along the night breeze and takes over his muddled senses.

“What about you?” Youngjae asks.

“Same, I guess. Bummed. Not one for parties,” Yugyeom says. “My friend asked me to come because he wanted to find someone here and didn’t want to look like a loser waiting around by himself. Now I’m the loser by myself. That asshole.”

“Friends suck,” Youngjae muses. He raises his nearly empty cup. It sways lightly in his loosening grip. Whatever was in it and the little bit left is strong. “Toast to the decent people left on the earth.”

So they toast to each other and drink the night away, buried in what they can handle. Surprisingly, considering his sheer height, Yugyeom is a lightweight and Youngjae has to stop himself from overdoing it because the younger had reached that point a while ago, sleepily humming tunes to songs and occasionally pairing them with the wrong words as Youngjae piggybacks him to his dorm.

The air is sweetly warm, whispering across Youngjae’s bare chest as he rummages through his drawers for some less sweaty clothes, goading on the beads of sweat as they collect uncomfortably in the crevices of his body and force him to crack the window more and more.

After tugging Yugyeom’s uncooperative limbs into cooler, cleaner clothes, Youngjae slips in beside the tall freshman, slightly distressed to find that he fits perfectly as if it were in some predestined scheme for the younger to toss one of his long, heavy arms over Youngjae’s torso, anchoring him temporarily.

“He’s a little funny-looking,” Yugyeom whispers suddenly to him. Youngjae can safely say that he is both startled and extremely peeved because how long has this ingrate been awake and why couldn’t he walk his goliath ass back to his own dorm? He’s just about ready to give it to him when the soft murmur is broken by a snor, a snuffle, and nothingness, only to repeat again a minute later with different words. Something like ‘but, cute too’.

And Youngjae realizes Yugyeom is sleep talking.

And sleep insulting him, too. This bastard.

“Hyung,” he babbles, pulling Youngjae closer. “Toast.”

Youngjae would be more livid if Yugyeom weren’t so damn cute.

* * * * *

The next time Yugyeom is drunk off his ass is at Youngjae’s induction to Kappa Sigma. His newly dubbed crush is sitting right in his lap, a hard drink of something swaying in his unreliable fingers, as they’re at the table trying to keep something down besides liquor.

It isn’t going too hot.

More than half surrounding the stupidly large table are drunk out of their minds, and the other half are swimming in varying states of less severe drunkenness, but not completely lucid all the same. Youngjae is one of the few who are still upright, and he’s not gung ho on the thought of having to carry Yugyeom across campus not a second, or third, but fourth time. He’s a sloppy drunk and bad drinker, barely able to hold his fluids after about three cups of something.

“Hyung, bathroom.” Yugyeom paws at Youngjae’s chest with a pout, wrinkling his dumb, new shirt purchased at (where else, honestly?) Club Z. “I have to peeeeeeee.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Youngjae grumbles miserably, helping Yugyeom to his feet, and pulling the boy over to the stairs. As they’re going up Youngjae thinks that his “wonderful induction night” can’t get suckier; then he and Yugyeom reach the first landing, padding mutely over the hardwood as they turn and commit to climbing the rest to get to the top, and Youngjae hears a gross noise upon reaching the second floor.

It’s dark, loopy, a little hot, and Youngjae can still outline Jaebum’s body pressed up against someone else’s at the beginning of the corridor, just before a long stretch of darkness absorbs anything remotely tangible into an indecipherable blob of mystery.

Youngjae aches that much more because it’s a guy he’s got his hands all over in the sticky shadows, meaning Jaebum is bi, swings both ways, and he probably would never even want to take a whack in Youngjae’s direction.

What makes it all worse is Yugyeom starts whining again, reminding Youngjae that has a new responsibility to deal with, cute sweet Yugyeom who Youngjae is almost sure likes him back. He helps the boy, finally, to the bathroom, switching the light on and pulling the toilet seat up so he can relieve himself.

Youngjae looks on with a mixture of fondness and guilt as he takes out his phone from his jeans pocket, looking away briefly to check the message from Jackson left hours ago.

i know ur butt hurt from the lecture, but jaebum’s gonna be at ur tea party later, sooooo ;););) use protection -wang jackass, 5:34pm

Youngjae sends a quick text back, a digital middle finger, before he’s focusing on Yugyeom again, watching glassily as he fumbles for soap to wash his hands and zoning out simultaneously, thinking back to the lecture in question from earlier.

Youngjae had come into his Music Theory hall with a little smile on his face from serial texting Yugyeom. It had been two weeks since the sleepover incident and they were really hitting it off. Yugyeom, Youngjae’s polisci angel, is also into reading for pleasure, so they were texting about a book they had both read just that summer, crying over the fact that the author isn’t going to release a sequel until the following Spring like a couple of nerds.

He had nearly tripped over someone from having his nose stuck in his screen. That someone turned out to be Jaebum sitting like an Adonis statue and outshining everything in Youngjae’s view. He cursed silently under his breath and scurried past the man, pretending not to hear his pleasant greeting in favor of crowding his body into a ditch and suffocating on his own damn inadequacy.

Instead he just fled a few rows down and drowned in his own awkward sorrow. It had been his own idiocy that forced him to retell all of this to Jackson, because what had Youngjae imagined him doing different from what he usually does? Which is insert new names and post anything remotely amusing that happens in his sorry little life to SNS.

Youngjae shouldn’t have been surprised to see the trials of Jaebin in his twitter feed later, along with a comment by Jaebum, ‘cute’, to which Jackson replied with ‘very’.

So Youngjae isn’t talking to Jackson right now. He couldn’t even if he wanted to because he’s too busy holding onto Yugyeom and ushering him back downstairs, past where Jaebum and some other dude were just sucking face among other things.

* * * * *

It’s at another party that shit finally hits the fan. Youngjae is on the couch with Yugyeom on his lap. He has a hard on and the younger’s weight on top of it feels good, really good. He’s doing this twisting thing that makes it feel even better. Summer air, the bass of the music, and his boyfriend’s sweet lips are all sensations that vibrate across his warm, damp skin. He would say it were a perfect night, if only Jaebum weren’t in his head kicking up a disgusting fuss.

He’s trying to give Yugyeom all of his attention, as the boy is licking into his mouth as eager as a puppy, hands playing with the little hairs on the back of Youngjae’s neck, gentle yet urgent. It shouldn’t be hard to do. Yugyeom has his long, supermodel legs swung over Youngjae’s lap, knees weighed into the couch on both sides of him, and his bum is skipping on top of Youngjae’s clothed erection, torsos brushing. It shouldn’t be hard at all to dwell solely on his sweet boyfriend’s playful hands, his busy hips, and intoxicating scent all spawned from some unfathomable source out to end his very existence.

Yugyeom is stunning, and he wants Youngjae, possibly even more than the older wants him if his breathy moans and insistent whines hold any bearing. So the fact that he’s sitting here, hot boyfriend grinding on his lap, thinking about Jaebum, has him reorganizing his priorities. Youngjae has no time to clear his mind though, because Yugyeom must sense it as his hips stop rolling and he stares down at Youngjae with a little frown that the older wishes he could just kiss away.

“It is about Jaebum?”

Youngjae blanches.

“Y-you know Jaebum?” From where? How?

“Not personally.” Yugyeom sighs. “But I hear Jackson-hyung talking about him and you get...weird. Like, your mind freezes and I could never figure out why. And, believe me, I’m not being conceited here. Just speculative. But I’m on your lap, damn near dry humping you, and nothing. Your little man downstairs has been limp for the past ten minutes. Is it because I’m not attractive enough or-”

“No, not at all.” Youngjae reaches up to cradle Yugyeom’s face and bring him down for a kiss. His lips are soft and warm and sweet, but even when he’s connected to him, his polisci angel, his mind is on Jaebum. Yugyeom pulls away with this sad look in his pretty eyes and Youngjae is on the brink of smashing something because those sad, pretty eyes are his fault.

“Do you like him...more than me?” Yugyeom asks, looking as if he’s choking up a bit.

Youngjae hates himself because he doesn’t even have the balls to say ‘yes’.

“Look, hyung. I like you. A lot. But I can see you need to do some thinking right now. So I’m gonna go.” Yugyeom presses a kiss to Youngjae’s forehead just as empty as his lap when Yugyeom slinks away.

Everything hurts.

This party is stupid.

Jaebum is stupid.

The only thing Youngjae can think to do to clear his head is get so drunk he can’t remember his own name.

He gets very close. He only remembers that Jaebum is stupid and that his dorm is on the east side of campus. He’s stumbling through the dark, eyes only half-way open as the world flies by in clips of sensations. Loud noises. Questionable smells.

Somehow he ends up in a warm building. On an elevator. Tripping through the hall. Banging on a door.

“Youngjae?” It’s truly sick that Youngjae recognizes that voice even when he’s supposed to be blown off his ass tore down.

“Asshole.” Hiccup. “Y-you, you--fuck you.”

“Youngjae, you okay?”

“What do you think, asshole?” Hiccup. “Just...just, I like you dammit!”

“You what?”

That’s when he passes out.

* * * * *

Food doesn’t taste the way it should. Youngjae’s stomach is gurgling and his head is making very loud music without his permission, against his will really.

“Good job, dummy.” Jackson scoops more soup into his bowel and pats his head placatingly, shit-eating grin full force. “Jaebum knows you’re hard for him and he still wants to take you out. You know, you definitely come off as the prunish, incompetent type. But you’ve got skills after all.”

“I’m not hard for him.” Youngjae fusses uselessly as he spoons the soup into his mouth and tries to keep it down.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, bud.”

* * * * *

Youngjae is sitting in class a few days later when his phone starts ringing against his pants. After a few moments of awkward fumbling and thanking the heavens that he remembered to change his ringtone back from whatever crap Jackson put on it, he manages to turn it off without looking at the screen.

By the time he gets out of class, he’s completely forgotten about the call. In fact, Youngjae also forgets to turn his phone back on. Which is why he’s sitting in a baggy t-shirt he’s had since middle school, paired with athletic shorts that he exclusively uses for lounging and his one-time-a-year trips to the gym. He flips through the channels, pausing on a predictable drama as the stereotypical rich-guy takes the stereotypical poor-girl to buy some tacky name brand clothes for the first time in her life. As if the girl didn’t already own an iPhone 7 Plus.

What is completely not predictable is the knock on the door that comes right as the girl trips and falls dramatically into the main lead’s arms.

Youngjae scratches his head. Did I order pizza?

When he opens the door, instead of the rich and savory smell of Italian pie, Youngjae is greeted with a crisp and cool cologne. When he looks up to look Jaebum in the eyes, the first thing that comes to mind is, “Are you wearing a turtleneck under a dress shirt?”

Jaebum just laughs. “I said I’d pick you up at seven. I’m fifteen minutes late. Sorry.”

“That date thing is tonight?”

“Yes, the date thing is tonight. Forget?” Jaebum puts on a thinking face. “Weird. Just a few days ago someone was banging on my door like the sky was falling, confessing their undying love-”

“I said, and I quote, ‘I like you dammit’. Hardly anything undying about that.” Youngjae hopes the sass can distract Jaebum from his inner-chaos. “Let’s go.”

“Wait.” Jaebum stops him with a hand on his chest. Youngjae isn’t screaming. The tea’s done. “You wanna change into something less, sporty?”

“Where are we going?”

“Secret.” Jaebum sing-songs. “Just get dolled up and meet me at my car, okay? I’m parked right out front.”

“Okay…?”

Youngjae slides in Jaebum’s car about twenty minutes later. He spent ten minutes having an existential crisis and the other ten minutes running around forsaking everything in his wardrobe before deciding on jeans so black they can almost pass for slacks and a white button down that he tucked in them.

Jaebums glances over for a second. He hesitates a moment, and then reaches over to grab Youngjae’s hand. “You look really handsome tonight.”

Youngjae frowns. While he appreciates the sweetness, he can’t help but feel a little bit overwhelmed. Youngjae tries to sneakily untangle their fingers so he can wipe off the sweat that is slowly gathering in his palms. When he goes back to rap Jaebum’s hand once more, however, it’s already back on the steering wheel. Youngjae sits, staring at the hand for a moment before realizing Jaebum is talking again.

“—just opened but I heard it’s really popular. I thought you would like it. There’s a live band and everything. Your clothes are fine too.”

“Oh really?” Youngjae perks up again at hearing there’s a live band. He imagines a hipster club, the perfect opportunity to see Jaebum at his sexiest: when dancing. As his mood lightens, he gets chattier, going into a story about Jackson’s latest antics.

“We’re here.”

Shit.

Youngjae was expecting fancy, but he wasn’t expecting this. It looks like somewhere people who sneeze money frequent. The kind of place with little personal packs of fruity smelling soap in the bathroom that they’re not even afraid of people stealing because who would be caught pilfering little soaps when they have hand-made, hypoallergenic imports from Milan? Jaebum is smiling again when the maitre'd leads them to their booth and Youngjae’s breath is no longer with him. He just listens as Jaebum tells him the name of the restaurant, something European, and Youngjae can only nod and smile. Looking down at his menu, he sees that it’s all written in French, maybe, or Italian, except the prices. Youngjae actually gasps out loud when he takes in the digits, which fails to go unnoticed by Jaebum.

“Are you okay?” Jaebum asks sweetly. He smiles and reaches his hand across the table. When Youngjae just meekly nods, Jaebum asks, “Are you ready to order?” He then calls for the waiter in a voice that would have Youngjae drooling, if he wasn’t still trying to figure out what everything meant.

“Are you ready to order, sir?” the waiter asks. Youngjae can’t help but feel relieved that the waiter speaks Korean, at least.

“Yeah, um, I’ll just have… This,” he decides, pointing at one of the menu options. Hopefully it doesn’t taste like shit.

Jaebum orders, the waiter goes, and they sit in silence. Youngjae’s not sure if Jaebum thinks it’s an awkward silence or if he’s enjoying the music, and the tapping of his fingers gives no hint to either. Youngjae perks up in excitement to see their waiter returning with their food. And then he realizes that this date is really and truly just meant to be a prolonged hell as he takes in the cucumbers lining a plate of greens.

As the dinner wraps up with both Jaebum and Youngjae claiming to be too full for desserts (although they both also still have piles of food left on their plates) Youngjae reaches into his pockets to be left with emptiness. Or really, nothingness, because he doesn’t actually have pockets. Or his wallet. Or his phone to pay with apple pay. Or anything at all. Youngjae panics and looks up to explain himself to Jaebum, only to find that Jaebum has already paid for their meal.

Walking back to the car, Youngjae speaks up, “That was a pretty nice first date, I guess.” He can’t help but cringe at how insincere that sounds.

“You know what. I have to confess something,” Jaebum declares, turning to him.

“What?” Youngjae can’t help but think, This is it, this is the moment. He’s going to say he never wants to see me again.

“I actually, really, really don’t like—“

Oh shit here it comes.

“—Western food. And I don’t know if maybe you don’t like it either because you didn’t eat much of your food either, I noticed, but the restaurant had nice reviews, and I wanted to make this really special, and you didn’t respond to my texts so I wasn’t sure in the first place if you would like it or not but I thought it would be okay because Jackson recommended it, but then again Jackson trained in France for a year so he probably likes french food? But I just—“

Youngjae has to stop him there. “Wait. I just. I don’t like cucumbers, but I can’t read French.”

“Oh.”

“And I actually turned my phone off today so I didn’t get any of your texts, which is why I’m dressed like trash, as always, and you look so sleek and good and everybody thinks that you’re too good for me because you are literally in a turtleneck and dress shirt blazer leather pants suede shoes combo thingy and I’m not. Maybe I should have let you dress me again, ha ha.” Youngjae finishes with an awkward laugh.

“Oh.”

“I also don’t have pockets. Or anything. Except some lettuce stuck in my teeth that I can’t get out.”

“Oh.”

“So, yeah.”

“Oh.”

Youngjae isn’t sure how to proceed anymore. I mean, he thinks, I literally just told him I had lettuce stuck in my teeth. There’s an awkward pause, and then Youngjae says, “So do you want some bingsu?”

“Yes. A classic Korean dessert.”

Youngjae returns home that night with a smile on his face. He can’t help but blush as he thinks about Jaebum. About how cute Jaebum looked when he got a brain freeze from eating too fast. How cute he looked when he lost at the arcade Dance Dance Revolution game to a seven year old and pouted about it. How cute he looked when he had pepper paste smudged on his cheek when they got spicy rice cake for dinner, round two. And especially how cute he looked when he ran away after placing a peck on Youngjae’s cheek at his front door.

Jaebum’s really not chic and sexy at all, Youngjae decides. He’s just a ball of fluff.

As Youngjae lays on his side to get comfortable for bed, he fishes out his phone to send a message to Jackson.

you’re not a complete ding dong. the date was nice. -you, 11.03pm

* * * * *

“Jackson. When I said you could plan our date, I meant that you could pick a nice restaurant or movie for us to go to, heck, even an amusement park. Why is there a script?” Youngjae doesn’t know what to do with the packet of paper he holds in his hands. He looks over at the similar copy that Jaebum has (but with different highlights) and decides the only thing left to do is go out and plant some trees. Maybe they can plant two trees together in the name of love. The sound of Jackson slapping his Director’s Copy of the script onto the table whips him out of his daydreams.

“It’s not a script!” Jackson protests. “It’s just suggestions for the theme?”

Jaebum has already started flipping through the book, questioning, “Did you get this from the morning drama that Youngjae likes to watch? The lines are literally the same.”

“What? No! Don’t be ridiculous!” Jackson protests, flapping his hands back and forth, as if that will help dispel any claims of plagiarism.

“This is literally a ‘the rich guy takes the poor girl shopping for better clothes scene,’” Youngjae deadpans. “This is so cliche. I can’t believe I’m the poor girl with bad taste in clothes.”

Jaebum pauses from where he’s flipping through the book. “But you do have bad taste in clothes.”

Youngjae rolls his eyes and throws his hands up in exasperation, “That’s it, we’re breaking up.”

“NO!” Jackson gasps. “Not after all the hard work I put into getting you two together! If anything, at the very least go on this date, and then I made a reservation for this really nice restaurant where you can have a steak dinner, and then you guys can break up as Youngjae throws a cup of water in Jaebum’s face, and it’ll be perfect!”

“What the hell is wrong with you, Jackson,” Jaebum groans. “Let’s just get this over with.” He reaches out and grabs Youngjae’s hand, asking for a final time, “You ready?”

Youngjae laughs and follows along as Jaebum tugs him out the door.

Jackson trails behind them, oohing and ahhing at their cuteness. “And! If I’m cliche, then you cute little assholes are cliche, too! Don’t think I’m gonna forget how you two first met! I asked the manager for a copy of the CCTV tapes!”

“You know,” Jaebum whispers to Youngjae as he looks back at Jackson, trailing along behind them, “I know it’s a little early to be thinking about marriage, but it looks like we’ve already adopted a kid.”

Youngjae laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. Maybe it’s because this second is the happiest moment of his life.

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