#superhuman!reader

[babyjackdaniels]

#fox writes imagines #marvel #Tony stark #iron man #superhero!reader #superhuman!reader #marvel imagine #Tony stark imagine #iron man imagine #superhero!reader imagine

[slut4thebroken]

Urges

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Jason Todd x reader

Summary | The Lazarus Pit had some unexpected side effects.

Warnings | 18+, sexual content, smut, grinding, in public, humiliation, light dubcon, multiple orgasms, no female orgasms, so much come, like genuinely so much, angst?, fluff, Jay is secretly a sweetheart and a simp, obviously.

Words | 2.8k

Notes | Based on this. (Lol imagine that’s you know what all over him in the pic🫣🤭)

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

The pit didn’t just give him trauma— it affected his body too, giving him enhanced strength, speed, durability, and healing. But there was another, lesser known side effect. 

Honestly he hasn’t even thought about it for the past few years- always too focused on recovering from fucking dying, then on revenge and helping Gotham the way Batman couldn’t. But once it hit him… it hit him like a ton of bricks.

He doesn’t know where Batman or Nightwing were and why they weren’t with you, but there you were, the Batgirl suit even more flattering on your now mature body, making his cock strain in his pants. And you— you stupid little girl— decided to go after him alone. 

He tried to fight it, really he did, but when he had you pinned under him in a matter of seconds, he couldn’t help the way he pushed his crotch against you, trying to get a little bit of relief. 

“W- Get off me, you fucking creep!” You yelled once you noticed. He didn’t give you an answer because he knew exactly what would shut you up. So he took off the helmet and tossed it to the ground as your eyes widened. “Jason?” You said through a breath, making him growl at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. He parted your legs, then settled between them and leaned over you as he rutted against your clothed heat. He only lasted a few seconds before the tightness of his pants became painful, so he leaned up to open them and pull his cock out. 

“What the hell are you doing?” You gasped, but there was no malice in your tone. Just pure shock and arousal. He leaned back down, shoving his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply, not able to control the way his hips started rutting against you  just from your scent. You still wear the same fucking perfume that always used to make his cock fatten up in his pants whenever he got too close to you. 

He was panting against your neck now, his cock, trapped between your bodies, growing so incredibly sensitive that it almost fucking hurt. And his balls— god, he doesn’t ever remember a time in his life where they were this fucking heavy and full and aching. 

It wasn’t long before he was nearing his orgasm, especially when he focused on your breath on his neck and the way the swell of your tits felt against his chest. He choked out a moan, not able to control the way he started whimpering- so fucking desperate for relief. His brows furrowed, mouth open in a silent moan as his cock started twitching, then shot out rope after rope of come. He’s had enough orgasms to know that the way this one felt was definitely not normal. Even after a few years without it, it shouldn’t be this fucking intense and long. 

“God- what the fuck?” He whined, hips still desperately rutting against you as he rode out the endless orgasm. He could feel the mess through his own layers of clothing and he knew that your suit would be fucking wrecked when he was done. But it didn’t stop. He came for what felt like hours, listening to the pulse in your neck, smelling your perfume, feeling the delicate skin on his lips. 

“Fuck,” He whimpered, still rutting against you, but the friction was starting to lessen because of his cock being completely soaked with come. His balls just barely lightened, still feeling incredibly full and sore. When he finally, finally felt his orgasm fading, his hips slowed to a stop as he panted, trying to catch his breath. 

“Jesus fucking christ-“ You moaned through a breath. His cock twitched at the sound of your voice, never even having a chance to start softening before his whole body burned with need again. He leaned up to examine the mess, finding the entire crotch area of both of your suits completely soaked, as well as most of your mid sections too. He looked down further, finding come still dripping down the flushed tip all the way to his balls. His cock was so hard, it was almost visibly throbbing and his balls looked almost as full as they felt. 

“Jason?” You asked quietly, making his eyes snap up to yours with a growl. Your cheeks were pink, lips red and swollen as if you were biting them and he wanted nothing more than to shove his cock between them and make you drink his come, but even with the primal urges overtaking his brain, he couldn’t do that. Not to you. So with another growl he flipped you over, his come making a slapping sound as you landed. This time he kneeled over your legs instead of between them and he laid over you again to hold you still as started rutting against your covered ass. 

If he thought the smell of your perfume was intoxicating, it was nothing compared to your hair. He took a deep breath and let out a quiet groan, remembering how he used to be able to smell it when you hugged him. But back then it didn’t make him feel like this— it didn’t make his cock throb and it didn’t make him start whining. 

“Jason,” You suddenly said, trying to push yourself up, but his entire body weight was holding you down. He didn’t want to listen to your protests— to your rejection, so he placed a hand over your mouth, making you release a startled moan. 

“Shh, I’m sorry. It’s okay, I just- I need this, baby— need you.” You whined against his palm, the sound sending a jolt to his cock. 

It took every fiber of his being to not tear your suit and fuck your cunt- fill you up with load after load of his come until you milked him dry. But through those thoughts, he could hear a quiet voice reasoning that he wouldn’t be able to come back from that and he would lose you forever. And even though his cock was begging to be buried in a tight, warm cunt— in your tight, warm cunt— he knew it was true. So this would have to do for now. Just thinking about fucking you had him barreling toward his second orgasm. 

“Oh fuck- oh my god.” He whined, resting his forehead on your shoulder. His free hand was clenched so hard to keep from touching your tits, or anywhere else, that his fingers were starting to hurt.  

Despite him pinning you down completely, you managed to push your hips up a little, pressing your ass even harder against his cock. The action had him gasping out as he fell over the edge again. He couldn’t hold in the whimpers and moans as his cock twitched between your ass and his pelvis, spurting ropes of come into the tight space. His balls were practically throbbing— pulsing with each shot of come that left his cock. 

He continued rutting against you desperately, trying to get the most out of this agonizingly long orgasm. While he could feel some of his come coating his cock, it seemed like most of it landed on the small of your back that was arched as you held your hips up. The ache in his balls was already starting to alleviate, but they weren’t empty yet, so he sat up on his knees to continue, groaning at the sight of the entire lower section of your midriff covered in his come.

“Jason?” You asked quietly, but he ignored you as he lifted you onto your knees, pushing you down by your upper back when you tried to rise on your hands. 

“I’m sorry- Just one more, I promise, baby, one more.” He whined, positioning you how he wanted, with your legs squeezed together. The sight of his come rolling up your back into your cape had his cock twitching in need, so he slipped between your thighs and immediately started fucking you. There was enough come covering his length that the friction didn’t hurt, but honestly he could’ve used a little more friction, especially because the material of your suit had him sliding in and out easily. 

His hands moved to your hips, gripping tight enough to make you whimper so that they didn’t drift to your ass. Bucking into you as he desperately chased relief again, his eyes trailed all over your body, mostly focusing on your ass through the skin tight suit, but moving up your come covered back too. His balls slapping against your thighs with each thrust was almost starting to hurt, but he couldn’t stop— not even if he wanted to. 

“Oh god- I’m so close. Almost there, baby. Just one more I think— Just one more and I’ll feel better.” He choked out, bucking into you wildly. The sound of his wet pants hitting your wet suit was deafening on the otherwise quiet rooftop. When you squeezed your thighs together even harder, he let out a broken moan, cock throbbing, anxiously awaiting the pleasure. 

“Oh fuck-“ He groaned, cock twitching between your legs as his come shot out, painting your stomach. Quickly pulling back, he fucked his fist, watching as his come covered your ass and dripped down your thighs. “Shit,” He whimpered, when it just didn’t stop. It was less than his previous orgasms, but still enough that you were practically kneeling in a pool of his come. The last few spurts landed on his fist, dripping down his hand to the puddle on the ground as he panted, trying to catch his breath. 

Releasing his cock, he watched the way it still twitched pathetically, but despite that, he knew he was done. What he didn’t know however, was how he was going to clean all of this shit up. His cock was slick with his arousal, dripping down to his balls, adding to the mess on his pants. His hand and clothes were in a similar state. 

“Jay?” You asked quietly, making his eyes snap up to you. 

“Shit-“ He helped you up so you were sitting in front of him. The come that was on your stomach had rolled up to your chest, coating your tits, making him hiss as his cock twitched at the sight. You were practically covered head to toe in it. “I- Are you…” You flung yourself at his body, wrapping your arms tight around his torso in a hug. He tried not to focus on the way that his come would now be on his chest too. When you pulled back— way too soon, he thought with a frown— you slapped his arm, making him grab the slightly aching spot. 

“Ow- What the hell?” 

“You have a lot of fucking nerve to be asking me that when you’re the one who needs to start explaining.” You growled, crossing your arms over your chest with a scowl. 

“…You’re mad?” He asked sheepishly, watching your expression start to shift into one of amusement before you hardened it again. 

“You’re dead. What the fuck, Jason?” 

“I’m sorry. Can we just- go somewhere other than here and get cleaned up, then I’ll explain?” He asked, gesturing to the pool of come you were both in. A light blush painted your cheeks when you glanced at the mess. 

“Fine.” 

He took you to his safe house and apologized profusely, promising to clean your suit for you. Only once you were both dressed in his clothes and sat on the couch did you suddenly realize that Jason is in front of you. Jason who you haven’t seen in years, Jason who’s older now, but still just as pretty as the day you met him. Jason who you couldn’t save.

“How long have you been back?” You asked, trying to hide your emotions as you crossed your arms over your chest and cleared your throat.

“I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner. I had to… work through some things.” You tried to wait patiently for him to explain, but it didn’t seem like he was going to do that anytime soon, so you continued.

“Tell me what happened. I don’t understand how you’re here right now.” He sighed, glancing away from you. 

“Do you know what the Lazarus Pit is?”

“The thing Ra’s Al Ghul uses, right?”

“Yeah… He- put me in it. That’s how I’m back.” He muttered. 

“Shit- are you okay?” You’ve heard the stories of what it can do to a person and your chest ached knowing that he went through something like that. 

“I’m alive.” He shrugged with a dry chuckle. 

“I’m sorry.” You moved to wrap your arms around him in a hug, but stopped when he leaned back. When he saw your hurt expression, he rushed to explain himself. 

“It’s not you! I just- I can already smell you from here and it’s taking everything in me to not do something I’ll regret. Again.” Your brows furrowed in confusion but when you glanced at his crotch, your eyes widened in understanding. 

“I don’t understand how you can still be hard after that. Actually- I don’t even understand how that was possible in the first place.” 

“I didn’t know it was possible either… When I came back, I was different— stronger, faster. I guess that changed too.” He explained and you nodded in understanding even though it still barely made sense to you. “Plus the last time I came was like a week before I died so it’s been a while.” 

“Jesus- Jason, tmi.” 

“That’s tmi?” He scoffed in disbelief. “I just fucking came on you three times and that’s too much?” 

“Oh my god- stop.” You muttered, burying your burning face in your hands. “Why did you wait so long though? I mean, I’m assuming you had at least a little bit of time after you came back.” 

“The thought never even crossed my mind. Not until— until I… saw you.” He mumbled the last part so you could barely hear it, but you did. “Look, I’m really fucking sorry. I know it’s not an excuse to say I couldn’t control myself, but even then, I still shouldn’t have done it.” 

“You don’t have to apologize.” 

“Are you kidding? I assaulted you!” He exclaimed, making you roll your eyes. 

“Okay well maybe my mess wasn’t nearly as bad as yours, but if you’d bothered to check, you would’ve found evidence to the contrary.” His eyes widened slightly, lips parted in shock. 

“You-“ His eyes moved down to your pants as if he’d be able to see what you were talking about.  “I don’t… What?” 

“You’re so clueless sometimes, you know that?” You chuckled, giving him a small smile. 

“I’m not.. clueless. I was just distracted.” He muttered, a blush painting his cheeks. 

“Uh huh. I have a question.” You said, changing the subject. 

“Shoot.”

“Why me? I’m sure you saw plenty of other girls throughout the years so why did I make you break?” His lips curled up into a small smile and you couldn’t help but feel like there was an inside joke you weren’t a part of. 

“You’re so clueless sometimes.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You frowned. 

“Jesus- I don’t know what job you have, but I really fucking hope you’re not a detective.” He chuckled and you hit his arm again. 

“Shut up. Just tell me.” His expression suddenly dropped into a more serious one and you felt anxiety start to twist in your stomach. 

“Because I’ve had a crush on you since we were like 14.” He muttered. You stared at him in shock and when he turned to finally look at you, you could see the moment where he realized he wanted to backtrack. “Which is really fucking awkward if you have a boyfriend or don’t feel the same way because I did not think this through nearly enough,” 

“Me too.” You said, putting an end to his rambling. 

“What?” He choked out. 

“I’ve had a crush on you too. But since we met, not since we were 14.” 

“You did?” 

“Yeah… Why did you think I was so fucking awkward around you?” You chuckled, making him smile. 

“I don’t know, I just thought you were awkward.” He shrugged. “Do you… still have a crush on me?” He asked coyly, as if he was giving himself the opportunity to pass it off as a joke. 

“I wouldn’t have let you come on me three times if I didn’t.” You said teasingly, your smile widening from his reaction. You liked turning the tables, making him blush for once. “Do you still have a crush on me?”

“I wouldn’t have come on you three times if I didn’t.” 

#jason todd x reader smut #jason todd smut #jason todd #jason todd x reader #smut #lazarus pit #superhuman amount of come #💀 #batgirl!reader #jason todd is red hood

[b1mbodoll]

Hoonie and dildo training <3

pairings: park sunghoon x f! reader

warnings: toys + anal + double penetration + oral + masturbation

sunghoon’s obsessed with splitting you open on huge toys and watching your pussy clench around nothing when he pulls the silicone cock out. 100% records your sessions and has brought up the topic of playing with your asshole too. when you finally agree he starts off with small and thin toys before working up to the largest dildo you own. likes to make you ride two cocks as he uses your mouth and once he’s satisfied with how fucked out you are, sunghoon fucks one of your holes while the other is still stuffed to the brim with the thick toy. and as much as he loves filling you up, he prefers to stretch you with big toys before completely removing them and jerking his cock over your gaping holes, thick globs of cum spurting onto them before leaking inside

#this is #unreal #howd i come up with thjs #THE THOUGHT OF HIM STRETCHING YOU OPEN JUST TO COME ON YOU RATHER THAN IN YOU???? i need him.. #my high brain is like #superhuman #bc how am i writing thjs much waow… #♡.signed. sealed. delivered. #♡.the honeypot #park sunghoon #enhypen #park sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #💌.toys #💌.anal #💌.gaping #💌.masturbation #💌.double penetration

[fandomnerd9602]

I have a request son of omni man reader x tara carpenter

Y/N confronts Ghostface…

Y/N: leave my girl alone

Y/N pushes Ghostface, sending them hurling into the several walls…

Tara hugs her man tightly…

Tara: thank you baby

Y/N: of course, my final girl

#scream #scream incorrect quotes #scream imagine #invincible #horror crossover #ghostface #tara carpenter #jenna ortega #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader #omni man #superhuman #superhusbands

[maranull]

Malenia beach episode headcanons?

She'd absolutely wreck everyone at volleyball even without eyes.

She could also show why dexterity is so heavily associated with water ;)

I wonder about your ideas 💕

Sure!

I think she wouldn't swim much in deep water though. Gold doesn't corrode in salt water (says a very quick search) but all the weight of three metal prosthetics would make swimming annoying to say the least.

She does like walking and running around in the swallows though.

She also likes rowing a lot so often she rents a boat and goes along the coast or maybe at some island that's visible from the beach.

The swallows are basically the only place she would accept a wrestling challenge from you (or play along to a surprise attack) cause tossing you around in the water is way safer than a floor.

Though one time she actually send you flying three meters in the air so she toned it down a bit after that.

As you said, she dominates at volleyball. (she casually wins 1v5s)

She's also amazing at Frescobol and will hit insane jumps and dives.

After showering she will theatrically complain about her hair so she can get you to comb them.

While not a fan of clubs (way too much noise), she really enjoys getting a drink and chilling at the beach at night. Just talking and listening to the waves and the faint music from the bar/club/whatever.

If she rented the aforementioned boat overnight, she might take you for nightly boat date.

That's all I got! <3

#out of all the x reader with mal that i've wrote #i think i like this the most cause i do actually want to be thrown three meters up in the air #why climb rocks to dive from when you can get tossed around by superhuman gf?? #me? projecting in a mal x reader instead of just meli's??? apparently more likely than i thought #alsox2 frescobol is a thing in greece as well and i never knew how it was called in english until today (we just call it “rackets”) #so that was neat to finally figure out #elden ring #x reader #headcanons #malenia blade of miquella #asks

[gamerwoo]

Seventeen: The Xperiments (Part Twenty-Five)

Characters: Seventeen x female reader

Genre/warnings: superhuman/experiment au, angst, some fluff at the end but then more angst lmao, possible major character death [please read the warnings in the intro]

Word count: 3,007

a/n: i’m sorry it’s been so long since i’ve updated this series!!! but i promise the epilogue won’t take me nearly as long, i will try to have it done in a timely manner <3 but anyway, thank you to those who’ve kept up with the series despite my inconsistent uploading lol i’m sad it’s almost over but i loved writing it even though it hurt a lot in some parts (like this one) so again thank you for the love and support!!!

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Of course you were scared. All of you were scared. Hansol couldn’t even change the atmosphere because his own nerves had taken over. He was unusually silent as the van drove toward the place you all thought you’d never have to go back to. Half of you had panic attacks throughout the night knowing you were going back, but none of you wanted to back down, either. The other half of you were simply numb to the idea of going back. You, for example, had already willingly gone back into that place. You didn’t have as many bad memories there as the others did, anyway. But even someone like Wonwoo was stoic the entire ride, staring at one spot and making no noise.

Nobody made any noise, actually. The ride was dead silent except for breathing and the sound of the van.

Equipment was quickly brought to the house when Wooshik had called the emergency in. All of you were dressed in black clothing that was tight but flexible and breathable. It was thick, but they said it was to protect you. On top of that, you were all suited up with bulletproof vests. When the black masks were handing them out, it sent a chill down your spine.

The plan was so drilled into your brain that nobody had to say anything when it was time to infiltrate the lab. You and Seungcheol had to go directly to the basement, which involved a lot of crawling through air vents to avoid being seen. 

“The gas won’t affect you while we’re there,” Wooshik reassured you the previous night when he first mentioned the ducts. “It’s the prolonged exposure that gets you.”

So while you and Seungcheol navigated the vents to get to the utility stairs that weren’t often used, Wonwoo’s team was in charge of locating the new set of experiments and freeing them. Him, Hansol, Jihoon, Namjoon, and Wooshik were in charge of getting the experiments out of the lab. Everyone else was just there to protect those freeing the experiments, and to protect the new experiments. All of you would be connected through small in-ears similar to the ones you’d used for so long to help with translating. You lightly pressed your finger to it, and you could speak and it would pick up the sound.

The only thing that was said to you before you all split up still rang in your head. You’d never seen Wooshik look so…expressionless before. His tone was hard and made you shiver.

“Go in with the intent to kill, or they’ll kill you first.”

Being back at the lab, Jeonghan wanted to be sick. He swallowed the lump in his throat and followed Matthew as him and Jiwoo led the way to the roof with Mingi and Jungkook bringing up the rear. Junhui had silent tears sliding down his face as they looked down inside the building through the large windows.

“Okay,” Matthew spoke up.

Everyone lifted their heads. They all said their ‘I love yous’ the previous night, but each experiment still shared lingering looks and squeezed the hand of the person beside them.

This team was arguably the most dangerous team to be on, but required the most people. They were there for a distraction, hoping to draw attention from other parts of the building. If the scientists were preoccupied in one part of the building, maybe there would be less in the parts that Wonwoo’s team had to get to, so they’d have a higher chance of getting the experiments out. But it meant that Jeonghan’s team would have a lot of people on them trying to detain and/or kill them.

Matthew looked around at the group. He tried to stay composed, but in his eyes was a flicker of sadness and remorse for the experiments who had been dealt such a shitty hand in life. None of the black masks wanted to bring them back to the place that caused them so much trauma, or put them in such extreme danger. But they insisted. Still, Matthew couldn’t help but feel sorry for everything that led up to this moment.

“Are we ready?” he asked.

A few gave silent, single nods. A few murmured out, “Yes.”

“Get into position.”

The ropes were being set up with people hooked onto them to drop down. Chan could just use his wings to go in, so he stayed by the window where he was.

Everyone’s eyes were focused on the floor below the window. Hearts were racing. Jagged breaths were taken. Last minute silent prayers to whatever being may or may not be out there were made.

“Whenever you’re ready, Seokmin,” Matthew said.

Seokmin inhaled and seemed to hold it as he held his open palm out, slightly inside the window. All of the light in the building flew from its place and into Seokmin’s palm before he closed it.

“Go.”

Glass shattered as feet kicked through the windows and bodies descended the ropes. Chan jumped straight through the glass and spread his wings halfway to hitting the ground. Everyone else landed safely on their feet before the emergency alarms could go off.

And then it was complete and total chaos.

-

“Cheol; _____. How’re you two doing down there?”

You hear Wooshik’s voice in your in-ears, and it almost scares you from how dead silent you and Seungcheol have been. The only sounds you could hear were the clanging from the vents, and your breathing.

“Almost to the stairs,” Seungcheol paused to quickly report back before he continued on, taking the lead in the vents. “Is everyone still okay?”

“Alive,” someone you think is Soonyoung answered shortly, and you could vaguely hear loud noises in the background that you couldn’t distinguish. 

“And focus on staying alive, this isn’t directed at you,” Wooshik stated. “You two let us know when you make it to the source, okay?”

“Are you guys okay?” you asked him.

“For now. We’re working on opening the doors now. They’ve gone into lockdown.”

“Can you break the doors somehow?”

“Working on a short circuit with Seokmin,” Eric quickly replied. “Give us some time.”

“We’ve got some right now,” Wooshik sighed. “Check in when you can.”

The two of you continued to move as quickly as you could in silence, until Seungcheol finally spoke up after a moment, “_____?”

“Y-yeah?”

“When you said you could cover me…did you mean it?” he wondered, as if he asked you how you were doing.

You were taken aback by his question, stuttering, “W-what?”

He paused to turn and look back at you, “You seemed unsure. Are you okay?”

You stared at him, and you were sure you seemed unsure then, too. You finally let out a sigh and admitted, “I don’t know if I can handle a blast that strong. Honestly, Seungcheol…I don’t know if I can protect either of us.”

Seungcheol didn’t say anything as he considered your words, letting your confession hang in the air between the two of you. His eyes glanced down, and he inhaled and let it out in a soft hum. And then he looked back up at you with an expression you couldn’t quite place. He didn’t seem upset, though, which you found odd.

“I won’t blame you if anything bad happens to me,” he told you. “At least I’ll die beside someone I care about, and who cares about me. That’s all I could ask for.”

His words made you want to cry, and you felt like you were about to. You blinked back the tears that felt like they were beginning to burn your eyes.

“I’m sorry I got us into this,” you told him anyway, your voice soft and shaky.

He gave you a warm smile back and a shrug, “Don’t cry, _____. We’re doing a good thing. Even if we die, so does every white coat in this place. Even if we die, we won. Don’t be sorry about anything. Besides, you saved my life once, so I think twice would be too much.”

And then he turned around and kept going. But you stayed frozen in place, his words – especially the last sentence – hitting you so hard and so deep. But he was right, you had no time to cry or to sit there and keep talking. So you had to suck it up and follow behind him.

You finally reached the correct vent cover. Seungcheol crawled over it so you could get to it, and you dug your nails under the frame and pulled it up effortlessly. You laid it behind you as Seungcheol poked his head down to get a feel for the surroundings. But that was when you heard him yell, whipping your head around to see his feet leaving the vent like he’d fallen down on his head.

“Seungcheol!” you gasped, leaning over the opening to see what had happened.

Seungcheol was surrounded by white coats and men in black uniforms that looked like the SWAT guys on the TV shows you’d seen. They had on bulky vests like you, but they were also more broad and beefy than either of you.

“Get down here or we’ll kill him,” one of the white coats ordered.

You could see Seungcheol struggling. He tried to light his entire body on fire, yelling and thrashing, but nothing happened. Of course the white coats and their security were immune to your powers – they always had been. And they must’ve been preparing for this, so you knew nothing would work on any of them.

Except…

You swung your legs over and dropped down from the ceiling, landing in the middle of them. Immediately, you were restrained by the security, but you didn’t fight them.

Seungcheol watched you with desperation and fear in his eyes, calling, “_____, no!”

It was difficult for white coats to be immune to your strength. Not only were you always getting stronger, but it was difficult to come up with anything that would make it hard for you to manhandle them and throw them around like ragdolls. Even when the lights went out and you heard, “Doors taken care of,” in your earpiece, you fought off every single person who tried to hold onto you, just so you could get to Seungcheol. Despite the constant arms grabbing at you and trying to pull you away from each other, you held onto him with all your might and tucked his head under your chin.

“Brace yourself!” you warned him above the commotion.

And then you screwed your eyes closed and screamed. You didn’t see everyone who went flying backward and the directions they came at you, as you held Seungcheol to your chest. His hand went to his ears as soon as they were free, but he stayed in your arms.

Your scream stopped abruptly, and you opened your eyes to see the damage in the red of the emergency lights. Bodies were strewn across the floor – some unconscious, some injured from the impact, and some mostly unharmed – and walls were cracked from the force bodies were thrown at them. But you didn’t have time to assess the scene for long.

“We’re moving with the package,” you heard Namjoon report, and Seungcheol lifted his head to meet your eyes. For the first time that day, instead of seeing sadness or emptiness, you saw hope. “I repeat: we have all six and are going for the escape. Do you need backup for the retreat?”

“Let’s go,” you said as you released Seungcheol to grab his hand and lead him over the bodies and to the door to the utility staircase.

The two of you raced down them, even leaping over the railings on some occasions just to reach the basement fast enough, as you listened to the conversation going on in your in-ears. 

“We should be able to–”

“Does anybody have eyes on Junhui?” Mingi suddenly interrupted Matthew.

“No,” Jeonghan said shortly.

“Negative,” Jiwoo stated.

After a short moment of not hearing anyone speak up about knowing Jun’s whereabouts, Wooshik spoke up, “My team is under Namjoon’s care now. I’m coming for backup.”

As you continued to make your way to the basement, you asked, “Do you think Jun’s okay?”

“We can’t think about that now,” he replied breathlessly. “We have to focus. We’re so close.”

After you’d shoved the door open into the dim lighting of the cold, dank basement, it was Seungcheol’s turn to start dragging you behind him.

“This way,” he told you as he took the lead and started toward where the blueprints said the main unit was that all the pipelines in the facility stemmed from.

Honestly, the unit wasn’t as big as you thought it would be. You figured it would be some huge thing that was pumping out insane amounts of gas, but it was still larger than both you and Seungcheol standing at an arm's length from each other.

“We made it,” Seungcheol reported to his earpiece.

“Everyone on my end made it out,” Namjoon replied. “Seungcheol and _____, get into positions. Wait for our call.”

“Most of us got out,” Chanyeol said as he tried to catch his breath. “Matthew stayed inside to wait for Jun and Wooshik.”

“Everyone standby,” Namjoon ordered.

You and Seungcheol examined the unit, both of your hands shaking and clammy, and your hearts pounding in your chest. You had no idea how Seungcheol planned to blow this thing up – did you have to break it open or was he going to pelt a giant fireball at it, or what? But you couldn’t find the words to ask. How it was going to happen didn’t matter. What mattered was it was going to happen, and you were unsure of the outcome.

“_____?” 

“Yeah?”

You continued to look up at the unit, but you felt something warm in your hand and wrap around yours. You looked down to see Seungcheol’s hand – it didn’t feel as cold as yours did, but maybe he was using his power to make it feel warmer – before looking up at him. Despite the situation, he smiled warmly at you. Though you could see his eyes glistening in the light.

“Thanks for saving me,” he told you.

“I hope I can do it again,” you chuckled anxiously.

“Don’t worry about that. Everyone got out. We did it.”

You were silent, just staring at each other until he suddenly pulled you in for a tight hug.

“I love you,” he told you in a sob.

And then your own tears began to flow, holding him as tight as you could without hurting him, “I love you, too.”

“Seungcheol, do it now!” you suddenly heard urgently.

You and Seungcheol pulled apart and stared at each other like deer in headlights until you could finally compose yourselves. Seungcheol reached for his in-ear to reply.

“Wooshik?” he asked. “Did you find Junhui?”

“I’ve got him!” Matthew was the one to reply. “We’re out!”

“Do it now!” Wooshik repeated.

“I-is everyone out?” you asked.

“_____, do it!” Wooshik insisted. “Now!”

Maybe you were so terrified that you were stalling, or maybe the sick feeling you felt in your gut was more than just anxiety, but you asked, “A-are you sure…?”

“_____; Seungcheol,” Wooshik’s voice wasn’t as loud, but it was more intense, “blow it up.”

Seungcheol looked at you, somehow seeming so sure of what was going to happen next.

“Ready?” he asked.

Slowly you nodded, “As I’ll ever be.”

Seungcheol’s hands ignited while you wrapped your arms around him and prepared for impact.

-

The group looked each other over after rendezvousing a safe distance away from the lab. The rescued experiments had been knocked out and were being put away in a van to go to a safe place, much like the black masks had done with all of you. The other experiments were hugging and reuniting, telling each other they loved each other between relieved laughter and tears – except Junhui, who was knocked out cold while Namjoon tried to figure out what had happened to him since Matthew had no answers.

“That’s how Wooshik had him,” he had said. “He didn’t tell me what happened.”

He left it at that.

While everyone was rejoicing or working on loading things up, Matthew watched the building, waiting for the moment it would suddenly explode and go up in flames.

And as Minghao leaned over Jun’s body, rushed worried words flowing from his mouth as he held his hand, he suddenly stopped and looked straight ahead with vacant eyes, mumbling to himself.

“He...snuck away,” he said, barely even audible. “One left... Tanks...”

“Hao?” Josh was the first to notice, hearing his thoughts in his head that were much stranger than the others that were bombarding him.

Finally, Matthew’s head whipped around, “Who? Who snuck away? Yeol, do a headcount!”

“Minghao, who snuck away?” Namjoon wondered, being the closest one to Minghao. “Who was left?”

And then Josh let out a gasp, his eyes wide as his face went pale. He looked like he’d just seen something out of a horror movie happen right before his very eyes.

Eyes looked between Joshua and Minghao, trying to figure out what was happening.

“They...they didn’t…make it…” Minghao mumbled as his eyes filled with tears despite still not being mentally present. “Fire… Dead... Th-they’re dead...”

“Minghao?” Namjoon stared at him intently from across Jun’s body, leaning in as he tried to somehow get answers from him. “Who didn’t make it, Hao? What happened?”

Despite always being the calmest, the panic and urgency was clear in Namjoon’s voice as he assumed the worst. 

“We’re missing one!” Chanyeol reported in a panic. “Fuck, how could we miss one?!”

“Jesus Christ, who’s--”

They flinched hearing the loud explosion, cutting off Jiwoo’s question. The experiments and the black masks both turned their attention to the lab, watching the thick smoke clouds drift up to the sky, the scene reflecting in Minghao’s vacant eyes.

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ARCANE | CH.13 | NCT DREAM X READER | END

Summary: When you decided to apply for a researcher post in an elusive institute, you already had the feeling that you’ll be getting yourself knee-deep into something out of the ordinary. But desperate needs require desperate measures, and so you embraced the invite, despite all the alarm signals urging you to run away. What you found out was nothing you’d ever expected.

Seven boys.

Seven human deviants granted with abilities tied to the legendary Arcana Cards.

Welcome to Project Dream.

Pairing: Various Dream Members x Reader

Trigger Warnings/Themes: violence, torture, trauma, very slight yandere themes, poly dynamics, suggestive themes, language, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. Romance will take a little bit of a backseat on this one since this is more of a suspense-driven plot, but it will still be threaded in the overall story. The concept of the tarot or Arcana cards will be loosely used throughout the series. Note that I am not a trained doctor so there may be some slips here and there about medical things. Again, this is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr. Minors DNI.

> CH. 1 | CH. 2 | CH.3 | CH.4 | CH.5 | CH.6 | CH.7 | CH.8 | CH.9 | CH.10 | CH.11 | CH.12

Chapter Songs: You Should See Me In A Crown > Billie Eilish | Castle > Halsey | Super Villain  > Stileto | God Sent Me As Karma > Emlyn | Animal > Aurora

"Love? Look at me."

The soothing voice of someone brushed over the edges of your thoughts. The tone was soft and gentle, a warm balm into the otherwise still darkness that seems to be cloaking you under a veil. It whispered other things to you—words you didn’t catch the most of as they dipped here and there like a broken record. Other voices weaved together with the calming hum, all sounding distant and senseless, with you only catching fragments of the conversation here and there.

"...she hurt?"

"Vitals… okay…"

"She's in shock—can't hear… us,"

"Panic attack—"

"Jaemin, do something."

"Darling. You're okay."

That last phrase punctured through your thoughts and reeled you back in almost forcefully. All of a sudden you could hear and feel again as heaving sounds pressed against your ears. Sharp needles of pain suddenly shot up in your chest and you blinked, confused, as your sight came into focus. Jaemin's face leaned closer to yours as he reached out a hand to cup your cheek. The feel of his skin against yours made you realize that you were shaking, and that it was you who was making the gasping noises as you choked on air.

"Shh… Focus on me."

You stared at him wordlessly as you felt the sound of his voice almost physically wrap around you. It was a stark contrast to the confusing churn of emotions twisting in your chest, and it took you a moment to finally realize that he was pushing back against your meltdown with his ability. Slowly, you closed your eyes to submit and let him in. He obviously felt the change, because the artificial calm finally broke through your mental boundaries the moment you stopped resisting.

"Good girl… It's okay… You're okay."

Your shaking had gradually stopped all except for your fingers which, you realized upon opening your eyes again, were wrapped around the wrist of his hand still holding your face. Gently, you felt him move his thumb under your eye to wipe the tears brimming there.

"Papa… They have him."

The voice that came out of you didn't even sound like it was yours, but you still pushed out the first thing that your mind locked on as soon as the worst of your mental blackout had cleared. Jaemin's eyes slightly widened, surprised, before his brows furrowed in concern. Slight movements beside him finally made you look up. You have no idea how you got back to the bunker after that face off with Haneul, but the rest of the boys are huddled over you now, wearing similar expressions.

"Jeno too. They're—they're hurting both of them—"

Your voice broke as flashes of both scenes came rushing back to you. You folded on your seat as soon as they came, your arms going around yourself as the rest of Haneul's words came slamming against you like waves again. You barely felt the arm resting on your back, rubbing gentle circles on it, until you heard Renjun's voice beside you.

"Hey. Don't push yourself too hard. Tell us everything at your own pace and—"

"Who is IL Matto?"

Your question quickly cut him off. You didn't even need to look up to notice the shift in the room the moment the words left you. All of a sudden the air felt thick with tension as everyone froze. You looked up slowly, your gaze clashing with Mark's.

"Is she the girl you love? The one behind all of this?"

He didn't answer, but the look on his face was enough of the confirmation that you need. A knot started twisting and tightening in your stomach.

"They're after her. Haneul Lee… he wants her. They are about to start the last phase of their experiments with a new project—Project Vision and she's their subject."

If the room seemed tense earlier, then the choking silence has definitely escalated now to a new level. Everyone has gone so still that you could almost swear they’ve collectively stopped breathing. Renjun was the first one who broke the silence, his voice laced with an undercurrent of barely concealed fear when he spoke.

"What do you mean? Haneul knows who she is?"

You shook your head slightly.

"I don't know. But he did give orders to look for her after they—after they're done with whatever it is that they are doing with Jeno. He said he is going to hunt her down."

You were so focused on trying to recollect Haneul's exact words that you didn't even notice Mark crossing the distance to where you are. He had gone so still earlier that you gasped in surprise when you felt him suddenly grasp your wrist. His hold was tight, mirroring the desperation in his eyes.

"Does he know what she can do?"

You were shocked. You've never seen him act this way before.

"N-No… He didn't say anything. But he knows my mother and how she," you stopped, suddenly finding it hard to work through the tight lump in your throat. "How she was the former IL Matto. Haneul knew them. My parents."

You saw how the rest of the boys exchanged glances in your peripheral vision. Jaemin reached out to you silently again, this time weaving his fingers through yours. His warmth clashed with the cold that’s slowly seeping to the rest of your limbs.

"If he is after her… and he knows the Headmaster from before, then he might have an idea…" Haechan said, his voice thin. He exchanged a look with Renjun from over your head.

"Is there something else he told you?" Jaemin carefully asked now, probably in an effort to reel you back from the oncoming panic attack that he can feel from you again. You tried to focus on the sound of his voice to ground yourself.

"Kun… wanted me to join them. Haneul gave me eight hours to think about it."

Your words hung thick in the air. Chenle, who had been quiet from the start, finally broke his silence.

"They're going to kill us… In eight hours."

Nobody spoke. Nobody even dared react, knowing he was telling the truth.

"We have to get out of here…" Jisung said, eyes moving towards the others. You, however, turned your attention to Mark again.

"What can she do? IL Matto? Why do you think they want her?"

The boy in question didn't seem to want to answer at first. Though he has already let go of you after his whir of the moment reaction, you noticed the undercurrent of unexplained tension still buzzing around him. It was almost out of character for his usual personality that seems to always be in control of things. It took you a moment to read it, but when Mark finally met your gaze, the realization hit you hard.

He isn't afraid for himself and the prospect of dying. He isn't even afraid for his friends.

He is terrified… for her.

"IL Matto can change the nature of Arcana powers," he started slowly, eyes steady on yours. "Unlike the former mistress of the Arcana, your mother, she cannot possess the abilities of other masters. But she can magnify their Arcanas to levels that we cannot manage to do ourselves."

Your eyes widened. Renjun continued on beside you.

"Ability Amplification is how we call it. Arcana holders like us have limitations because we are still only human vessels given temporary mastery of these abilities. She can change it if she wills to, by unlocking ranges that taps to the real Arcana source."

Everything was falling into place. Your gaze started going out of focus as the realizations started coming one by one.

"Haneul and the machine he made can only copy abilities for a limited amount of time," you whispered, more to yourself than anyone else. "That's why she is the last phase of the project. Her Arcana will extend all the abilities they have copied so far and…"

"And will let him create exact, if not more powerful clones of us," Haechan finished grimly.

"We have to get to her," Mark's words made all of you turn towards him. There was a set look on his face that made a foreboding feeling start to grow in the pit of your stomach. "No matter what happens, we can't let Cypher get their hands on IL Matto."

You couldn't put your finger on it, but something about the way he said that made the knots of anxiety in your chest wound tighter. Before you even realized what you were doing, you were grabbing at his hand and gripping it tight. Your gaze sought for his, begging for his promise.

"Please. If we are going to leave, save my father too. With Jeno."

The way that he immediately didn't answer made your desperation grow.

"Mark," you whispered. "You promised…"

A shadow of something clouded over his eyes for a quick second. Before you could even process what it is, you felt gentle hands grab you by the shoulders again and pull you back to your seat.

"Hey… try to relax…" Jaemin said as he tried to soothe you.

"Mark—"

"I promise," the boy finally said, his words resting thickly in the tensed silence. You stared straight at his eyes, willing to see if he meant it, but you couldn't easily read him for once. A few more seconds passed before you finally allowed yourself to loosen your stance.

"You should try and rest. We'll… come up with something," Renjun took your hand and gave it a gentle tug. "We’ll talk again after. Do you want to lie down? I'll sit with you."

It took you a moment before you managed to give a small nod. With your response, Renjun finally stood up and guided you to do the same. You did, letting him steer you towards the direction of the bunkers after. You felt so drained and tired that you didn't even notice the loaded glance he exchanged with the rest of the boys before you both detached yourself from the group.

"Hyung… What do we do?" Jisung whispered in the silence that you and Renjun left when your pair finally disappeared at the other end of the room. Mark didn't immediately reply, wearing an expression that also sat in Jaemin and Haechan's faces. Everyone seemed to know what the answer is, but nobody wanted to say it out loud.

"We'll have to get Jeno and the Headmaster before we leave this place."

"How? We don't even know where they are," Chenle asked next.

"We'll follow the plan she talked to us about before. I think it might work."

"And if it doesn't? What if we run out of time?" Haechan finally asked the pressing question everyone wished they could jump over. Mark's jaw ticked, but he looked up after a while to give each boy a pointed glance.

"Then we leave this place with or without them…"

"No matter what happens, we choose IL Matto over everyone else."

*******

"Sir, the chambers are ready."

Kun didn't budge despite the notice fed to him on his earpiece. His eyes were set on a spot by the wall, face emotionless as he slowly turned over the mask he was holding in his hand. It was just an hour or two before the sun would rise outside, and yet the air clinging in the corridor was as grim and cold as the darkest of twilight. His fingers ran now on the plastic edges of the straps before he slowly raised them to press a button on his in-ear. 

"We're sure all air chambers are sealed shut?"

"Yes, sir."

"Any movements inside?"

"The heat sensors show nothing. They're all sleeping."

He didn't say anything else after that. Silently, he turned towards the dozen or  so men standing on alert beside him. Just like him, the crew was wearing thick hazmat suits and gas masks, with guns resting heavy on their hands. He nodded now towards the one closest to him—the chief of guard, though he made sure the rest of his words were clear enough to be heard by the rest of the group when he spoke.

"Try to move as silently as you can when you go inside. We don't want to wake up any of them. All seven of you who have the gas cans, make sure to throw them in the right direction. The poison is fast acting and will only take 15 seconds at most to work. The rest of you, don't move until I say so. We want to keep this as clean as possible."

The group gave a collective nod towards his orders. Kun finally moved to put on his own gas mask and pulled a small monitor from his pocket after—a handheld device showing what looked like a heat radar checker. Seven red dots were clustered on one of its sides, unmoving. He gave it one last check before finally nodding towards the small army behind him.

"Let's go."

Their unit moved like a shadow towards the metal doors of the bunker. With a set stare, he waited for the entrance to open in almost painful silence. The room was dark when the doors finally parted, but that didn't stop the trained men from slipping inside, silent like ghosts. Kun brought the rear of the group, making sure each one was in their right position before he walked over and raised his hand. The tension was palpable as the wards waited for his go signal. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. His own heartbeat felt slow in his chest, as if death was after him itself.

Finally, he brought his hand down in one quick, smooth motion.

The sequence of the next actions that followed were quick and measured. Seven of the masked men moved forward, each holding a steel cylindrical container in both hands. The remaining men behind Kun raised their high-powered rifles in synchrony, the ends aimed at the direction of the beds. One by one, the men armed with the poison cans pressed the release button on the cylinders before letting them roll towards the same side of the room.

For a moment nothing moved in the silence. After a few seconds, however, thick white fumes started bursting from the canisters and quickly covered the room with smoke. Slight rustling can be heard from the direction of the beds as the sleeping occupants seemed to have finally realized what was happening. Soon enough, the noises were punctured with sounds of coughing, groans, and shouts as if people were struggling and trying to flail around.

"Nobody move until I say so."

Everyone in the room stayed still and followed his orders despite the ruckus. The smoke was so thick that Kun could barely see two feet from where he was standing and he waited for the fumes to disperse before making another move. After almost half a minute of painful waiting, the room finally cleared up a bit just as the struggling noises quieted down. His eyes fell on the small monitor on his hand, now dead of the seven traces of light from earlier.

"Control room, all heat sources are out. Can you confirm?"

A slight crackling sound from his earpiece followed after a beat of silence.

"Confirming zero feedback from the heat map. We need to have visual evidence of the bodies though."

At that, Kun slipped the device back to his pocket before finally taking a step deeper into the room. Silently, he moved past the vanguards who set off the poison gas, straight towards the end of the room. Splayed motionlessly on the beds and the floor next to them are seven figures—six boys and a girl.

He stopped next to the two bodies closest to him now, their faces partly covered by the way they fell on the floor. Kun swallowed back the uncomfortable feeling sitting at his tongue as he knelt in front of the one nearer him to turn its face up carefully…

He locked gazes with the glassy, bloodshot eyes of Haechan. The boy’s lips were slightly parted as if he froze in the middle of taking a deep breath. A small trail of foam trickled from the side of his mouth, the same one that you could also see now upon closer inspection of the girl lying down beside him. Half of her body was covered by the boy, as if in a protective stance, but there’s no mistaking the face of his former partner now, cold and frozen with death. 

His stomach turned. Without saying another word, he leaned over and pressed a finger to the side of the boy's neck.

"No pulse for Patient 01. 00 is showing the same signs of death," he said almost emotionlessly to his earpiece. "I’m sending feedback from my body camera. You can check for the visual."

A few soft clicks that only he could hear took over on the line. After a couple of seconds, the voice spoke again, this time with finality.

"Confirming time of death of 01 and 00. Check the others, and then we can move the bodies out of the room."

Kun didn't waste another second to pick himself up from his crouch. He gave a nod towards the men closest to him, who then moved forward to do exactly what the voice ordered. Finally, he motioned at the remaining group still waiting near the entrance with their guns.

"Help them with the corpses. We need to transport them to the morgue as soon as possible."

Without another glance back at the scene, he went out of the room to leave the others to take care of the mess. The moment that he was within safe distance, he immediately pulled his mask off and took a deep breath. Cold sweat stained the collar of his protective suit and he leaned towards the nearest wall, eyes closing as he tried to push back the nausea that was in danger of overcoming him. His head was spinning… and he was sure it wasn't because of the effects of the toxic gas.

He was still in the middle of trying to collect himself when a slight buzzing sound in his earpiece sounded again. At first he wanted to ignore it, having already provided the information the control room needed, but then the next voice that came on made him open his eyes again in surprise.

"Dr. Qian. Is it done?" Haneul Lee's low, steady tone asked.

Kun straightened himself and quickly tried to breathe in to keep his voice steady before answering.

"Yes, sir. The effect of the poison fumes was instant."

A pause.

"And the girl?"

Kun took seconds to answer.

"She's also dead, sir."

Silence followed his words. Just when he thought the man dropped the call, he spoke again.

"Transport the bodies to the cremation room instead. We'll burn them in one batch."

Kun couldn't have felt more thankful that the man can't see his expression at the moment.

"How about Lee Jeno?"

"We'll use another way. He might not be killed just as easily. I'll personally arrange something else for him."

Kun didn't know what that meant, but he was sure it wasn't anything good. Before he could even do or say anything else, the other was already closing off the conversation with his last words.

"I need you to update the system about the new developments. Move all the files to the right vaults and inform the network,"

"That Project Dream is over."

******* The man was the picture of stillness as he kept his gaze on the feedback on the screen. His private office was dark, with the only light coming from the monitors casting shadows over his features. Haneul Lee almost looked like a statue as he remained set on his seat, his usually sharp eyes now staring off blankly as he watched guards move out on the live video he was watching. A parade of seven body bags were being carried off by the group, all bound tightly to keep the poison clinging from their corpses sealed.

His gaze focused now on the last bag on the line which looks significantly smaller and lighter than the rest. As he stared at it, his thumb unconsciously ran over the face of the ornate-looking pocket watch in his hand. His fingers felt the groove of the pattern etched on its cover—an elaborate pattern reminiscent of the beauty of snowflakes.

"You'll be the godfather of my little princess, yes?"

Her voice sounded so alive to his ears still that it almost felt like she was just there, standing beside him again. He could perfectly see her smile in his mind's eye, the way her eyes crinkled at the side as they danced with happiness. In that slip of a moment, he wasn't sitting in his office anymore, but back in the old halls of Rosewood that he used to call his second home.

"Of course, he is. He's the only one we can trust to take care of her if ever something bad happens to us," a new voice, a baritone this time, joined in the conversation. The words echoed in his head as if someone shouted them at him. They were so clear… and so distinct, that he felt like he only needed to turn his head to the side to see his former best friend exchange a loving look with his wife.

His thumb stopped moving over the pocket watch now as he started feeling the memories start to get the most of him. He has always hated the way they come back to him in the most inconvenient of times, making him remember what once was and what will never be again in haunting flashes. Without even realizing it, his hold on the watch on his hand tightened, its edges digging against his skin. 

The flow of his thoughts only came to a halt when he saw the group he was watching finally stop in front of a pair of heavy-duty doors from his monitor. Willing himself to refocus, he pressed a button on his keyboard which quickly changed the view that he was seeing. From its former view from the outside, the screen now showed a wide capture of the room beyond the security door. He waited for the gates to open and watched closely as the guards hauled the body bags on the steel beds taking up the space of the area. With deathly stillness, he followed the movements of the man at the head of the group who reached out to the bag closest to him. He opened the seal and parted it… showing the pale and almost exact copy of the face of the woman in his memories just minutes prior. 

This time, he actually felt his heart stop for a moment. The words came rushing back again—the smiles, the memories, and then the promises.

He killed her. The daughter of the only woman she ever loved. The child he promised to protect at one point in time, before fate messed everything up.

"Darling. We're done with the boy."

The sound of a cold, lilting voice from the doorway of his office made Haneul tear his eyes away from the screen. Leaning on the threshold, arms crossed over her chest and looking like a beautiful ghostly vision against the brighter hallway, was Miyoung Lee.

His wife's piercing gaze finally cut through his thoughts. His face might not have given them away, but he knew, with the woman's piercing gaze, that she could pick up something. With practiced calm, he reigned in himself, stowing away the watch he had been holding into his coat pocket.

"Collection is over?" He smoothly asked in an almost emotionless tone. Miyoung barely moved from her spot, eyes still set on him.

"Mm. We're merging his Arcana with the others."

"And the boy's status?"

"Incredibly weak. If you're going to kill him, now is the best time to do it."

The way she said that lacked any traces of warmth and empathy. Miyoung’s inflection alone would be enough to send someone on their knees in fear, but for him, it was exactly what he needed to hear so he could finish the last thing he needed to do for the night. Silently, he picked himself up from his seat and put on his coat again. The warmth of the wayward memories that caught up with him was still buzzing at the back of his mind, but he consciously pushed them back now, latching on instead in the cold indifference his wife offered.  

"I'll take care of him. You better go to IL Giudizio. Make sure that he is ready for the assimilation."

"Are the rest dead?"

Haneul froze just a little bit just as he stepped back from his table. Miyoung was still looking at him with her penetrating gaze, though there was now a different fire burning subtly behind them. He stared back at her, looking disinterested.

"Yes. They are."

"And the girl?"

He paused. The woman slightly leaned her head to the side, her expression unreadable.

"She’s gone too."

It took a couple of seconds before any of them moved. It was like a silent war between the two of them, one that is loaded with meaning even without the need for any words. None of them wanted to give way and back down first, until finally, Miyoung broke the rising tension with a slow smile. Her eyes, once smouldering, now danced with glee.

"That's good news. If that's the case, then we can wrap this up."

Haneul didn't say anything else. His wife finally straightened up from leaning by the door, an obvious sign that she was finally satisfied with his answer. He was about to take his leave as well when he gave one last glance to his monitor. It was supposed to be a fleeting last look, but he suddenly paused when he caught something out of place there.

All seven body bags are open now, showing a glimpse of the faces inside of them. Instead of the kids he know, however, the lifeless bodies that reflected on the screen were that of strangers—men he assumed were part of the vanguard that did the silent assassination from earlier based on the peek of the blue protective suit peeking under their body bags. He looked up just in time at the guards standing over the corpses to catch one of them removing his mask.

The stranger stared straight at him from the camera as his features shifted and changed. Haneul caught up on what was happening just before the moment the transformation was complete.

Zhong Chenle smirked straight at him from the camera just as the remaining men around him took off their masks.

The last thing he saw before the feedback was cut off was a bright explosive ball going straight for his view.

******* "Poison gas. That's how they're going to kill us."

Six pairs of eyes turned towards you in silence. None of your party huddled at the table really looked surprised at your announcement, though there was an obvious tightness in the air that cloaked the room. Everyone seemed to share the same sense of tension that was growing every passing minute as you sat in silence.

“We’re sure about that?” Renjun asked quietly now from his seat. It took you a beat, but you nodded in confirmation and looked pointedly around the room.

“According to the layout of this place, that is how it looks like. You see the air vents there? They aren’t regular chutes. If you take a closer look, they’re designed to tightly seal upon command. There’s no need for them if they’re planning to attack using guns or anything that uses blunt force.”

“They won’t do that, since they know we can easily overpower them with our offenses,” Mark said. “Oxide poison makes the most sense, since we can’t fight and escape it physically.”

“And it’s the quickest method with the most minimal contact,” Haechan added lowly. You nodded. Beside him, Jaemin leveled you with his intense stare. 

“What’s the plan then? Without contact, the rest of us can’t easily use our Arcanas.”

“Are we going to try and escape from here before then? We don’t even know when they’ll come after us,” Jisung joined in, his voice sounding the most serious you’ve ever heard from him. 

Chenle shot him a grim look in answer. “But we can’t. We tried before, but this place is built like a monster. They intentionally weakened us to lower the chances of our Arcanas busting us out of this place.”

You frowned. “He’s right. I’ve seen the security level of this place when I first came in and I’m pretty sure it can only be opened from the outside. Trying to use your powers will just weaken you more and make it easier for them to kill,” you said. Beside you, Haechan started tapping his fingers lightly on the table in frustration.

“So we just let them slaughter us like that, huh?”

“Exactly.”

You knew it was a rhetorical question from him, so you weren’t surprised at all when everyone turned their heads towards you at your reply. You met each boy’s gaze unwaveringly, silently willing them to listen closely to what you were about to say. 

“That’s exactly what we’re going to do. We let them kill us, because there is no other way we can get out of this room other than have them move us out on their own.”

“I don’t understand…” Renjun trailed off.

“Poison gases are deadly, but their effects are not instant. At least from what I know, it can take a few seconds to minutes before they kill someone. That’s more than enough time for us to do something,” you moved your gaze towards Mark who was sitting on the head of the table. “Mark, you control all forms of matter and their structure. Do you think your Arcana can change the toxicity levels of vapor?”

The boy’s eyes slightly widened in surprise. You knew he was starting to catch up with what you were trying to say from the look on his face.

“If you mean changing poison into pure, harmless gas, then yes, I think I can do it…”

You nodded. “Then we have a chance. This is how we’re going to do it. First, on the day that they’re going to kill us, we need to convince Cypher that we are still inside this room, just in case they are still tracking our movements.”

“But we are… inside. There’s no way out,” Jaemin said, looking completely lost. You shook your head slightly. 

“Wrong. We can’t go out, but that doesn’t mean we can’t hide anywhere else,” you said pointedly as your gaze slowly moved to Haechan. The boy frowned at what you said before his lips parted slightly in realization. “I’m pretty sure no poison gas can get into those shadow dimensions,” you added, the second you knew he got it. You could feel everyone on the edge of their seats now so you continued.

“Here’s how we can pull it off—and I need everyone to listen because we all need to work together to make sure it works. Haechan creates illusions of us being in the room before the attack. Once that’s done, we’ll have to move and hide inside one of his dimension portals to wait things out. Mark, we need you and Chenle to stay behind. Do you think you can do something to make sure the gas doesn’t get to you and him first?”

The boy gave a tight nod. “I can shift the air in the room so that it creates a vacuum around us. We’ll be protected.”

“Good. You and Chenle will have to find a way to somehow overpower the men closest to you under the cover of the smoke. They’ll be wearing masks for sure, and you need to move quick to attack seven of them, no more no less. Once they are poisoned, you need to switch clothes with them as quickly as you can,” you turned now towards the younger boy who had been listening to you intently.

“Chenle, you’re very important for the next steps. Once the men are poisoned, Mark has to neutralize the gas so that it can be safe for us to come out of hiding. Nobody else in the room will notice this as long as we have casualties in the room. Once we’re back in the room, you need to transform the dead bodies to look exactly like us, and change us to take their appearances. We can get out of the room then, under the disguise of the guards once we move our ‘bodies’ out.”

Nobody spoke or even made the slightest sound for a good few seconds even when you finished speaking. Instead, the boys simply stared at you with varying looks of shock and disbelief. Haechan finally broke the silence, his tone hushed when he spoke.

“Holy shit… That’s genius.”

Renjun nodded slowly, his gaze unwavering on your face too. “That might work…”

You, on the other hand, faltered slightly. “You think so? It’s going to take a lot on all of you.”

Mark shook his head. “It probably will, but it’s not like we have any other choice. We’ll have to make it work.”

The rest of the boys exchanged silent looks between each other in confirmation. Finally, Chenle said what everyone else was thinking, his words sounding like a death sentence.

“Let’s all wait to die then.”

******* “Jisung, a little help here?!”

A bright ball of light zoomed over your head just as you ducked and got on your knees. The sensation enveloping you was one of the most uncomfortable you’ve ever felt, with your flesh moving and churning against your bones as if they have a mind of their own. Somewhere beyond you, you heard Haechan’s voice call out again just as one of Jisung’s energy explosives hit something and sent the floor rumbling. Mixed in with his voice are random shouts of voices from the guards who went into the room and were still in shock from the ruckus that was happening. With a last wince, you felt your body finally snap into place again as Chenle’s Arcana finally faded off. You turned your head to the side in time to see Jaemin shift back to his appearance at the same time, a displeased look obvious in his face.

“Hell, don’t ever make me look that ugly again,” he said through gritted teeth as he pulled off the heavy protective clothing that he used as a disguise. You felt his hand immediately shoot up towards you to pull you to an upright position, only for you to try and pull him back as a man suddenly charged towards your pair from out of nowhere, his gun pointed straight at your chests. Jaemin immediately realized what was happening and held on to you as he turned his head back. 

“Jaemin, watch out—!”

The boy only look slightly concerned at the danger. Expression not even changing, he looked the man straight in the eye, causing the latter to immediately stiffen in his spot. You only heard his next words as he pushed you a little behind him to cover your view with his back.

“Don’t even think about it. Shoot yourself.”

The sound of the gun going off was swallowed by the other sounds of explosion in the room. Before you could even process what happened, you felt another slight tug at your hand as you were once again pushed forward. Renjun and Haechan appeared on your side just as you tried to look around, the latter bringing the rear as he tried to push your group forward.  

“Mark-hyung! Chenle!”

The two boys in question were currently on the other side of the room, both engaged in fights of their own. You only caught glimpses of them as you moved, but you were sure you saw balls of fire from Mark’s hand and what look like ragged blades made of steel being thrown around by Chenle to the men closest to him. The older of the pair gave your group one quick look, before blasting another man off his way.

“Jisung, go with them! We’ll follow. Find Jeno and the headmaster!”

You swiveled your head to find Jisung at the head of the room, blue currents crackling in his hand just as he electrocuted a man he was in a lock of arms with. Without another word, he pushed the unconscious guard off him and started running towards your pack still being led by Jaemin. The latter’s eyes were swiveling everywhere, desperately searching for something. 

“Renjun, which one—”

“The man near the door. He knows where they are. He’s he head of guard,” the other boy quickly answered, his pupils dilated as he stared at the said guard. His eyes looked glassy but focused at the same time, and you knew, he had gotten into the man’s head, sifting through his memories. “I got it. I already know where they are, but we need him to open the door. Jeno’s closest to us.”

Jaemin didn’t waste any second to take action. Crossing the distance just as Jisung met your group, he barely even flinched when the man raised his gun and open fired towards your direction. You gasped, but the bullets flew off towards different directions as Jisung pulled up his energy shield around all of you at the nick of time. One bullet actually bounced back towards the guard, catching him on his thigh and making him double over in pain towards the floor. Jaemin caught before he even managed to catch his next breath though, his hand going over half of the man’s face. 

“Stand up. Bring us to Jeno,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. The guard’s eyes glazed over, and like a puppet, stood up and started walking towards the door despite the heavy bleeding on his leg.

“Jisung, bring the front. I’ll take care of the defense,” Haechan’s voice sounded tense as your group finally stepped out of the room. The hallway that welcomed you was now flashing with red lights and you could hear sirens blaring in the distance. You ignored the growing painful stitch at your side as your unit started speeding down the corridors, following the hypnotized man at the head of your group. 

“We don’t have much time. We need to get to them fast,” you panted as you tried your best to keep up with everyone. A sudden bright flash of light almost made you trip in surprise as Jisung threw spears of light towards a group of men that suddenly appeared from around one of the bends you just passed. Behind you, Renjun quickly picked you up and pushed you forward again, his hand on your back. 

“We’re almost there. Jeno’s in the third hallway,” Renjun said urgently before his breath caught. Eyes widening, he suddenly turned around and shouted at Haechan who was just a few feet behind.

“Haechan, three guards incoming—”

He was barely able to finish his sentence when three men appeared just as he said, their guns set on your group. Before any of them could pull the trigger, however, a big gaping black hole opened behind them with monstrous jaws. One man almost screamed in surprise, but he was immediately cut off when it swallowed him and the rest of the guards, leaving nothing but their guns clattering on the floor. You gasped but Haechan barely even missed a beat as he continued to run behind your group.

“I swear, if we’re not even close yet—”

“We’re here!”

Jaemin’s voice cut through the noise as your group skidded to a halt in front of a double set of metal doors. Breaths heaving, you all watched as the hypnotized warden moved over like a puppet to unlock it in a trance. It took a moment before the said gates parted, but you felt yourself pushed inside as soon as you could slip between the crack. The rest of the boys followed behind shortly, just as the wayward sound of bullets came from the corridor you just left. You have barely caught your breaths and balance when you all collectively froze in shock at the scene that welcomed you.

Strapped in the bed in the middle of the room was Jeno, his eyes only half open as he stared at nothing in particular. Hovering above him, his hand pressed against his barely moving chest, was another boy who seemed to be surrounded by a dark force field. Your eyes widened just as the stranger looked up and locked gazes with yours. You almost stumbled backwards as you realized what you were looking at. Somebody caught you just in time before you lost your balance, Mark’s voice barely piercing through your fear as he spoke.

“What’s happening—”

The boy’s voice faded just as the monster with Jeno’s exact face twisted his lips into a smirk.

******* “What the fuck…”

Chenle’s shocked voice was like a shot of cold water that brought all of you back to your senses. Eyes still wide, you felt Mark’s arm pull you back urgently before he stepped in front of you. His stance was tight, but you could feel the slight tremors running through him as he kept you close. When the monster straightened up and stepped away from the bed, the rest of the boys around you fell back to defensive stances even with different levels of horror on their faces.

“Jeno-hyung,” Jisung mumbled, sounding equal parts lost and terrified. As if it heard him, the creature turned his head towards him before taking another step towards your group. There was something about the nature of its movement that seemed deeply unnatural and eerie, and you could see now how its eyes glowed black, the same way Jeno’s did back in the torture room. Unlike Jeno though, you knew this boy your were looking at is anything but human. 

“That’s not him,” Jaemin’s hollow voice barely pierced through your shock as he finally spoke beside you. A heavy weight settled at the pit of your stomach as Renjun finished what the other couldn’t say.

“That’s a clone.”

Renjun’s last word is what seemed to have triggered the spiral of events that followed. The shadow image of Jeno smirked wider at the sound of it, its eyes turning even darker as it regarded your group. Not a heartbeat after, black humanoid shadows burst out from the floor and caused tremors that threw all of you out of balance. A sound of pain was torn away from you forcefully as you were slammed back against the wall by the earthquake it caused. Your head spun, but you managed to open your eyes just in time to see the monsters start to move towards the direction of your group, their sizes growing with every step.

“Shit!”

“He has the same Arcana as him!”

“Watch out!

The shouts overlapped around you into a cacophony of mess. A growing ringing in your ears kept you from knowing who was shouting, but you did feel a force try to pick you up from the floor as you tried to blink away the spinning of your head. You focus and balance still off, you barely registered your body being shoved again into the wall. You blinked. Looking up, you saw Chenle’s hazy profile before you. There was a wall of rock covering the both of you from whatever force was pushing from the other side, and he gritted his teeth in pain as his hands pressed against the barrier. Your mind only snapped to clarity at what was happening when long, deep cracks ran around his summoned shield right in front of your eyes.

“Chenle—”

“Haechan-hyung! This isn’t gonna work! We need your shadow room!”

A deafening roar from somewhere made you instinctively grab the boy and throw both of you towards the floor. It was done just at the nick of time too, as a massive clawed arm finally broke through the rock shield Chenle was trying to hold up. Your first instinct was to roll away and drag your pair away as far as possible from the still raging monster now pounding at the ruined shield, but a different set of arms both lifted you from the floor before you could even do it. You barely caught a glimpse of Jaemin before he was dragging you towards the other end of the room, his eyes wild as he looked around. You gasped as you saw half of his face covered with blood, but you didn’t even have enough time to process that as another explosion made you unconsciously flinch and curl.

“Haechan! Do something! I have her!” the boy roared over the sounds of blasts and growls that has taken over the room. A rain of loose rocks and cement poured over your heads from the ceiling as another resounding bang tore through the air.

“I’m trying! Get out of the way!” Haechan’s voice shouted back from god knows where. You couldn’t see him in the ruckus that was happening, and you didn’t even have a chance to try and look for him, because the next thing you know, a black void opened in your peripheral vision. Jaemin started pushing you towards it without another word. 

“No! You need to come too!” You screamed in panic when you realized he and Chenle weren’t coming with you. You tried to reach out to both of them just as the void started to close, but both quickly stepped away before you could get your hands on them.

“We can’t. We need to get Jeno first. Mark and the others can’t do it on their own, just stay there and wait for us!”

That was the last you heard before the darkness finally swallowed you. All of a sudden the noise from the room cut off, and you were surrounded with nothing but the deafening silence of the room Haechan conjured with his chaos magic. Only the sound of your heaving breaths pressed against your ears as your knees finally gave way and you fell to the floor.

You didn’t know how long you stayed there as you tried to catch your breath. You weren’t sure if you are bleeding anywhere, but that was the least of your worries as you fought against the crashing emotions inside of you that made you almost choke in your own breath. There was a moment of silence as you tried to clutch on the floor of shadows in an effort to ground yourself, but it was short-lived as an unexpected tremor shook the very void you were in. You gasped and looked around wildly. The force felt like something of an attack from the outside, but you couldn’t confirm when it suddenly stopped just as soon as it came. At this point, you knew your nerves were frayed to their limit. The dead silence that followed was even more painful as you waited breathlessly for the next blow. 

Boom!

Your scream caught in your throat at the splitting sound that sliced the  silence enveloping you. All of a sudden, the darkness surrounding you was overcome by a sudden wash of light coming from a crack in the void. Before you could even wrap your head around what you were looking at, a monstrous arm reached out from the hole and wrapped its burning fingers around your neck. It pulled you back so hard and fast into the source of the light that the only thing that registered to you was the chilling sound of cracks that tore through your consciousness. The next thing you know you were staring at one of the shadow monsters as it held you in mid-air by your neck, its black glowing eyes drilling against you.

The blunt force must have broken something in you because you could feel nothing of the pain after. The shock of it all, however, is what really made you numb. It barely even registered to you how you were back in the real world, Haechan’s dimension seemingly torn into shreds by the beast alone. Your head was feeling heavy, and you’re convinced you are about to lose consciousness any time as more of your airflow was cut off. With the last of your energy, you tried to move your eyes across the room. Your sight had gone blurry by the edges, but you managed to register the bleeding face of Mark staring up at you in horror before you felt gravity started to pull you down. Slowly, the monster let go of its hold on your neck, only for your body to be caught again in mid-air… by its arm piercing through your stomach.

“No!”

“Mark! Stop!”

“Kun-ge!”

“Ten! Get to her first! I’ll get the others!”

Everything was just a blur of colors, shapes, and sounds after that. Your body hit the floor, but you didn’t feel any pain as the last of your breaths started to leave you. Your eyes were still open, but your mind was struggling to understand what you were seeing and what they mean. Even in the growing hollowness quickly swallowing you though, you saw the way the shadow monster stopped just before it was about to drive its last blow on your battered body, as if it was suddenly frozen in time. It was only a few seconds before you lost consciousness when a familiar face took over your dimmed line of sight, his face hovering over you as he made a motion to pick you up.

“Hey, you’re okay. Just stay still.”

Ten…?

“We’re getting out of here.”

******* The feeling was worse than what you hoped death would be like.

If limbo was a solid construct, it is exactly the sensation that was wrapping you right now. It was different from anything you have experienced before, with your consciousness caught between a wakeful state and a growing numbness that always seems to pull you under every time you were just about to break the surface. You have no idea where you are or even who you are, and yet there was one strand of thought that you were clinging desperately into as a lifeline.

You were fading into nothing. And it was terrifying.

"Love. Love, don't close your eyes. Don't go to sleep yet."

"We're losing her—no. No. We need to do something!"

"Renjun! Where are you!"

The sound of that name brought a mild undercurrent of shock over whatever trace of life was still left in you. You know that name… you've said it so many times before but you couldn't really remember why… Renjun… Renjun…

"Renjun?"

"Yes, noona?"

The way your vision snapped to focus almost knocked out the air from you. From floating in nothingness, you were all of a sudden back on your feet again, standing in the middle of a shadowed corridor. Turning your head to the side, your eyes ever so slightly widened when you saw Renjun beside you, his gaze set on something in front of him. You frowned. You didn't know what was happening, but at the same time, there was a part of you that seemed to exactly know the answers you are trying to grasp. You watched silently as the boy’s lips turned up into a soft smile as if he could hear your thoughts, before he finally turned to look at you.

"Where are we?"

He tilted his head a little to the side at your question. He seemed calm, a complete  contrast to the confusion swirling in your head at the moment. He gave you a look before turning away again and nodding his chin towards something. The action made you finally follow his gaze, only for your heart to drop at what you saw beyond.

"Where it all started. I think you know exactly where we are."

The white door from your dreams loomed in front of you like a ghost. It looks exactly like the real one you walked through back in Rosewood—the threshold to your father's office where you found his secrets. The only difference now is that the door you are looking at didn’t have its bronze knob burned and singed yet, and that there was no smoke coming from under its gap near the floor.

"Why are we…"

Your voice trailed off as you took in the sight in front of you. You were so lost that you didn't even notice the way Renjun had threaded his fingers on yours until you felt him squeeze your hand. The comfort the gesture brought grounded you just a little, numbing your mind before it went down a full spiral.

"It's time to open that door again."

He said those words so softly, and yet you could hear the urgency in them still. You hesitated. A part of you didn't want to move, afraid of what you might find on the other side of it, but there was also something unexplainable urging you to do the exact opposite. For a few more seconds you stood there, gauging your options, before finally raising your hand and reaching out to the knob. Beside you, Renjun gave you one final squeeze just as you turned and pushed it back.

The door parted slowly as if it had a life of its own. You weren't sure if you were still breathing in the first place, but your chest felt absolutely still as you waited for it to reveal what was behind it. When you finally caught glimpses of what's beyond, there was a brief moment when your mind started to figure out what you were seeing. Everything looked exactly the same from your father’s office back in the academy, but then your eyes moved down to its center... 

And landed on a girl lying on a table in the middle of the room. You couldn’t see her face at first since she had her head turned away from you so you took a silent step inside to try and see more. You have finally passed through the door when she finally moved, causing the light in the room to wash all over your features. You stopped, your breath freezing in your chest. Lying beyond was a woman....

With the exact same face as you. 

It felt like the floor was torn away from under your footing. You were confused, the feeling only growing as another table materialized next to where your doppelganger was. Your eyes widened in surprise. Resting on it was Renjun, his hair still long just like when he first came to Cypher. Quickly, you turned to look at the boy on your side. The Renjun who first came to your dreams was still there holding your hand. He was looking at both your duplicates beyond with an unreadable light in his eyes. 

“What’s happening?” you asked, your voice sounding thin and almost breaking at the edges. He squeezed your hand again but kept his sight trained straight at the scene in front of you. 

“Watch.” 

You did what you were told. The doppelgangers in front of you have barely moved since they came into focus, so your eyes bounced around the other details around them in the hopes of finding something that can make you better understand. When they finally focused on the tables they were lying on, a shocking realization hit you like a wave. They were the exact same desks you found in your father’s office—the ones you thought were so out of place when you first stumbled on them. 

That’s when it hit you. 

You're not looking at an illusion, nor was this just a dream. The girl you are looking at is not a copycat. 

But you…

"From a memory," Renjun whispered beside you as if he just heard your train of thought. At that moment, you saw the girl’s lips move, silently at first, before they finally formed words. 

"I trust you."

The sound of your own voice startled you. The moment you heard them, the scene changed as if someone had flipped it. This time, there were also others in the room, surrounding the table where you are. Mark, Jeno, Jaemin, Haechan, Jisung and Chenle were looking down on you and Renjun's doppelgangers, their faces unreadable. Renjun's double also turned his head towards the girl beside him before reaching out gently to her face. Above him, Jaemin moved over to hold him down while the rest hovered around you. You noticed how the boys seemed to take calculated positions, as if whatever was happening was already pre-arranged. Mark stood over to your left while Jeno hovered near your head. Jaemin, Chenle, and Haechan reached out to pin down your hands and legs. 

"This is going to hurt," Renjun vision whispered to yours. 

You nodded.

"I know."

"Close your eyes."

You flinched as you heard yourself scream in pain just as soon as she did what she was told. The moment was fleeting, however, as your view of the room suddenly spun out of control. The corridor melted and vanished, including Renjun and the whole slice of memory you have been watching, only for it to snap back at an entirely different place. That happened again and again, words jumping and scenes flipping as you jumped from one place to another. All throughout, you remained on your spot, unable to do anything but watch and listen to whatever it was presented in front of you. 

"You need to do it, Mark. It's the only way it will work."

"Make sure to give me a good dream, alright Haechan?"

"Chenle and Jisung… you'll help noona, right?"

"I'm sorry, Jaemin…"

"Give me this pendant at the right moment, Renjun. And a flower. A yellow daffodil will be nice."

"Jeno… Will you wait for me?"

You doubled over and clutched at the sides of your head as the noises, colors, smells, and sensations washed over you like a huge tidal wave. You could feel yourself splitting at the seams and being brought back together again and again. You were confused. In pain. Terrified. Lost.

"I'll leave my memories to your care."

Your own haunting voice echoed in your head. The words made you freeze, killing the screams you didn't even know were making. Eyes wide and pupils shaking, you looked up again only to find yourself in an entirely different room. Your gaze settled on another vision of you and the boys, though this time, everything was different.

Your eyes focused on an exact copy of you again lying down on a bed. Unlike the vision at Rosewood, however, this version of you looked pale and almost lifeless. Black marks decorated your neck, and half of your body from your stomach down was drenched in blood. Your chest was still… Except for the times it unnaturally gets lifted from Jisung's electric shocks. Your heart dropped to your chest as you realized what you were looking at.

This was not part of your dreams or even your memories.

This… was your present.

"She's losing a lot of blood. Chenle!" Haechan's high-pitched voice turned on the rest of the noises of the previously silent scene you were watching. He was holding what looked like a blood-soaked towel against the hole in your stomach, his own hands stained with the red liquid as he tried his best to plug your wound. Across from him, clutching your other side was Chenle, whose face was illuminated by a strange light coming from his hands pressed close to your flesh. He looked pale. Scared.

"I'm trying. Her muscles are binding slowly because her wound is severe. Jisung—"

"Her heart is not starting," the other boy, who was hovering over your upper half, answered in a trembling voice. You watched as he pressed his hands on your chest again before sending another jolt of electricity that sent your back arching up before falling limply on the bed. “We need her heartbeat to pick up faster. I can’t do it alone.” 

"Her pulse. It's fading," Mark sounded hollow as he clutched on to your hand. "We can't do this. Her life force is leaving faster than we can bring it back."

Jaemin, who was standing next to him, gritted his teeth in frustration. He was trying to hold up Renjun who was currently standing by your head with his hands pressed against your temples. "We need Jeno. Where are they?"

As soon as he said the name, a new movement from your peripheral vision made you tear your eyes away from the bloody scene. Appearing out of thin air was Ten trying to hold up Kun and Jeno on both his sides. Your lips parted in shock. Your surprise was mirrored by the other boys, though they were quicker to recover at the sight of the newcomers.

Renjun didn't waste another breath before calling out to the younger of the trio.

"Jeno, she's dying! You need to hold back her lifeforce from fading to give Chenle and Jisung more time to revive her."

You watched, stumped, as the boy in question pulled himself away from Ten and immediately tried to rush over to where you are. He looked disoriented and weak, but he managed to catch himself and grab on to your other free hand before he lost his balance. Just like Chenle, a glow came from his hand, weak but still lighting up your joined palms. You took in a breath as things finally started moving in your head. 

"I'm here. Come on. Fight it."

Jeno's raspy voice sounded close to your ears even as you watched him from the safe distance of where you stood. When you saw him press your other self's cold fingers against his lips, you felt a jolt in your chest that was mirrored by the slight movement of your other body across the room. The other boys caught it, Mark in particular who held on tighter to your other hand he was still holding.

"Her pulse is getting stronger. Chenle, Jisung, just a little bit more."

The two boys in question said something back, but you didn't catch any of it as your attention was caught by Renjun from the other side of the room. Unlike the others who seemed unaware of your detached presence in the scene, he looked right straight at you, his eyes piercing.

"Noona. It's time to remember."

The next sequence of events all happened in a matter of seconds. You were yanked back from the ground you were standing on as your consciousness was sucked into a void where blasts of colors and sounds clashed and melded with each other. Wounds closed and bones snapped back to their right places. Memories of the far and recent past melded together, forming a singular consciousness that grew and grew and grew until they consumed you. Everything was unbearably overwhelming, not until a voice pierced through the noise.

"Please. Come back to me."

Everything stilled to a sudden halt. The room was silent, the only sound you can hear being the calm thumps of your own heartbeat. Slowly, you opened your eyes and let your vision settle on the first thing you could see. Jeno's face came into focus, his gaze moving over the rest of your features quickly. The moment your eyes locked, you saw realization dawn behind his.

"Do you…"

You didn't answer. Instead, you reached out for his face, your thumb grazing his cheek.

"Can you help me up, love?" You whispered. He momentarily paused before he took a step back to gently guide you into a sitting position. Around you, the rest of the boys moved away from the bed to give you breathing space. Kun and Ten also stepped closer towards your line of vision from the other side of the room. They were wearing the same expression the rest had on their faces—a mixture of concern, wariness, and reverence. You touched every single face staring at you with your gaze, before your lips tipped into a slow smile.

"Hello, boys… Missed me?"

Nobody said a word at first. Finally, Kun gave a slight bow of his head in answer.

"Welcome back…"

"IL Matto."

AUTHOR’S NOTE: So... I may have half-lied about a couple of things. First, it is true that this is Arcane’s end. The catch, is that it is only the last chapter of the first book. I decided to split the plot into two parts, because I know so many things have happened in the story already and I needed a breather to gather more inspiration for the remaining half of the story. I would like to thank everyone who has been with this journey so far. I really wouldn’t have kept the torch up this long if not for all of your support. For now though, I need to take a quick rest. 

Book 2 may come a little later than my usual timeline of publishing updates, but as you’ve figured out from the end of the chapter, it will cover the rest of the story with a heavy focus on everything that has happened before the start of Arcane. For those of you who want to read it, I’ll be waiting for you again once it starts. 

Again, I’d like to express my appreciation to all of you who have showed loved for Arcane. Can’t wait to see you again at the start of a new journey. P.S. Congratulations to all those who came so close with the theories and thank you to those who took the time to think about them. You’re all starting to learn how to pick my brain. <3 ;)

Love, 

Sammy

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BOOK 2: Chapter 1

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[i-killed-a-prostutute]

Hi, hi beautiful people. I figured I'd try something a little different. This is a slight angst/comfort fic with one of my favorite human golden retrievers.

Some quick warnings just incase: crying, toxic relationship mentioned, phone checking, pet names, and eating struggles.

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“I’m home!” Clark call but you were no where to be found. He set his things down looking into the hallway. “Princess? You home?”

It was strange he was used to a warm greeting, always getting a welcome home kiss. He really liked nights when he'd come home while you were still cooking dinner…but not tonight.

Once he saw your shoes still but the door he ventured farther into the apartment. When he opened your bedroom door he understood why you hadn't met him at the door.

There you were on the bed curled into a little quivering ball. The blanket consumed you as you nested beneath it, and he could hear your sniffles.

Clark didn't wanna give you a headache so he left the light off, going over to the bed sitting on the side you were facing. He silently placed a comforting paw on your side, it did take long to spot your phone.

It was discarded, so he picked it up and put it into the code. It was still open to the conversation that hurt you like this. He felt bad gently rubbing your side, setting your phone on the bed once more.

The man of steel still in his suit from work laid on his side, kissing the top of your head, which bearly poked out from the top of the blanket.

“It’s ok, pretty girl.” he hugged the mass of blanket and partner kissing the top of your head once more "It’ll be ok…”

He smiled to himself as you reached from the blanket, wrapping your arm around him he gently reached in, pulling you even closer, letting you cry into his strong chest.

“I love you…" He whispered, petting your hair, "it'll be alright.”

His voice was so soothing, and after a bit, your cries turned to sniffles, then to whimpers, then you started to fall asleep.

Clark was as sweet as ever in your half asleep state, rubbing your back, kissing the top of your head, whispering little encouraging things to you.

When you woke up, it was the middle of the night, the bed empty, you missed Clark regretting missing your welcome home ritual. You also wanted to keep your mind off your phone.

Clark was in the small office off the living room, watching a show. You admired how he looked, whether he was in a skin-tight suit or sweat pants and a t-shirt to you he was perfect.

He had on headphones, his glasses on the end of his nose as he looked down at the monitor. His black hair was tossled, and his perfect blue eyes were focused.

You went over slowly putting your hand on his shoulders, not wanting to frighten him. Clark turned the chair, a smile appearing on his face. He patted his lap, the invitation opened, and like a good girl, you sat.

Clark thought you fit perfectly in his lap. With one arm, he pulled you closer, the other unplugging the headphones. Once, he had set them to the side and settled back against the chair you snuggled in.

You kissed his cheek, his chin, and neck earning a handsome chuckle. Clark looked away from the monitor to give you a kiss, which settled you down.

“How was work?” you whispered and snuggled into him

“Good, you wanna know the piece i’m working on?” he asked hugging you close and playing with a strand of your hair

“What?” You asked the first little smile, breaking from the fog that had clouded your brain since the hurtful words had been sent.

“The city's annual pet adoption event.” this made you excited remember walking around the event a few years ago

“Oh when's the photo shoot?”

“Tomorrow morning…You wanna come?” you nodded hugging him tightly he kissed the side of your head rubbing your back “ready for dinner?”

“Clark!” you whined hitting his broad chest “you didn’t eat?”

“Cause I knew you didn’t.” he fake glared up at you

“But i’m not hungry.” you mumbled, sinking back into him

Clark grumbled just picking you up and carried you off into the kitchen to find the both of you some food.

#clark kent #superman #superman x reader #clark kent x reader #superhuman x human #alien x reader #x reader #x yn #clark kent x yn #superman x yn #comfort #established relationship #headcanon #dc #dc comics

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Imagine a zombie apocalypse happens with a superhuman experiment that manages to escape because of it. They find a human and latch onto them when they're surprisingly "friendly" (as in no injections or trying to capture the superhuman weapon). They pointed their weapon at the experiment, and the experiment only thinks it's like a sparring thing and uses their powers like they were trained to do, scaring the shit out of the survivor. They quickly become more naturally friendly when the weapon slaughters dozens of zombies in the blink of an eye.

Idk who I want to be yandere or who would be the reader lmao. The superhuman as a yandere would be great, but I LOVE the idea of the human who can easily manipulate the superhuman from their lack of social understanding be the yandere.

#yandere x yn #yandere x reader #yandere idea #x reader #x yn #superhuman reader #zombie apocalypse #yandere x reader in zombie apocalypse #yandere zombie apocalypse

[cyberexo]

FANTASTIC BYUN | A Byun Baekhyun Series

“You were supposed to die!”

warning: this series contains cursing, mentions & includes violence, detailed injury, and death.

an; this came to me in a vivid dream i had whilst i was unwell, quite confusing but i was able to untangle it and make it into something more. There’s some stuff such as enemies -> friends etc if you squint hard enough (you don’t need to squint, it’ll be obvious) enjoy!

FANTASTIC BYUN GUIDE POST

Four Baekhyun lookalikes, two fem & two masc; Reader, Bonnie, Ben, & Bennett (Fantastic Four) They don’t exactly look like Baekhyun however, they do have some of his artificial characteristics and powers (created by author)

Baekhyun is portrayed as this series villain, the imagery created here does not portray who he is in real life in any shape or form, it is all strictly fiction. He’s sort of like spider-man, minus the suit and mask, he has spider like abilities- shooting webs, instincts, & abnormal strength. The same goes for the characters mentioned above.

Baekhyun doesn’t know of the Fantastic Four, thinks he’s the only one around with such abilities, however when he does find out- (by a group of scientists who found the Fantastic Four first) he makes it his lifes’ mission to destroy you all, not wanting there to be anyone else on earth who could replicate his abilities, copycats aren’t his favourite.

Like any other normal person would, you wanted to live, first hiding away from him in sketchy corners of different cities, any place you’d think he wouldn’t look, eventually growing tired and deciding to fight back instead.. or maybe even convincing him to join you instead of killing you, what will he choose from this ultimatum? i don’t know (i do)

I hope whoever finds this interesting enough to give it a read enjoys it, thank you in advance! <3

FANTASTIC BYUN | ONE

#fantastic byun #fantastic four #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun series #exo baekhyun #byun baekhyun #bbh #baekhyun fanfic #superhuman

[dc-multiverse-week]

Earth-33: Earth 33 is an abnormal universe in comparison to other realities in the Multiverse, due to vastly different laws of physics and relative technological limitations it lacks a single, crucial element common to every other universe: superheroes.

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[kissae]

if you need a reason on why you should read choujin x then this is your cue read choujin x by sui ishida

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[loganlermanstanaccount]

Can you write a college roommate head cannon for miguel O’Hara ( 18+ f!reader)

ik you asked for HCs but I have no self control... my bad, anon!

College Roommate!Miguel O'Hara Headcanons

(AO3 Mirror), Main Masterlist

pairing: College Roommate!Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

summary: Miguel is your roommate. And he’s hot. That’s it, that’s the tweet.

warnings: 18+ as fuuuck. F-receiving oral, using toys, masturbation, voyeurism (-ish), grinding, praise, service dom (idk?) Miguel, recreational drug use (reader and Miggy smoke a blunt). Minors DNI

a/n: I am a firm believer that modern day Miguel listens to 90s rnb, back when men were men: unabashedly, unashamedly down so fucking bad for their partners. he just gives me those vibes!!

edit: I'm writing a full fic for this! Rigor Mortis, college au fic, read here.

wc: 6k

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I'm thinking you become roommates but he's your last choice. 

Very last minute: you have a big falling out with your now ex-boyfriend, and the plans for flatsharing next semester goes right out the window. 

So all the good places are taken, and you're going apartment-hunting, but everywhere's either too expensive, too dirty, or there's a predatory clause hidden in the lease: shitty landlords and blaring red flags in 9pt Times New Roman. 

When you stumble upon Miguel O'Hara; a student in private accomodation who, lucky you, is in need of a roommate; it feels like a godsend.

Rent is affordable and he's nice enough; refusing to grunt more than a few words to you, but is clean, organised, and from what you can tell, is barely in the apartment. 

You sign onto the lease, desperately, hoping you've just been lucky and trying not to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

You give a thousand mile stare at the blank document in front of you. A bullshit paper due in exactly 12 hours. Yes, you left it until the final stretch, and yes, it's 10k words. Very doable. You're not fucked. Nope.

You blame it on the banging from next door. Paper thin walls; obscene noises. Cries of Yes Miguel and Just like that, daddy have been plaguing you for almost an hour. His stamina must be superhuman, the way the woman in his bed has been howling. Howling may seem extreme, but she sounds like a dying cat: cock drunk and babbling over Miguel O'Hara? 

Your new roommate had been nice enough. Quiet, unassuming, and seemed more than absorbed in his schoolwork. So you didn't expect him to unashamedly fuck the girl he's been tutoring for the past week. It all clicks. The "perfect roommate" turned out to have one teeny tiny little flaw: loud, obnoxious sex, well into the early hours of the morning. 

On autopilot, you're clicking through tabs on your bed. Perhaps you're a prude, but the sex noises are abrasive, excessive, to the point of parody. Persistent, Miguel's low voice reverberates in the walls of your bedroom; making heat pool at the base of your stomach. 

"You want it, hermosa? Tell me…. such a pretty girl… like that?" It's muffled, but his voice is unmistakable. Low, greedy, heavy with want. God, the last time someone's spoken to you like that was… 

You shake your head free of cobwebs. No. You're not rewarding him. You can't . Your roommate is shameless, and inconsiderate, and really fucking annoying . 

The smacking noises increase, coupled with banging on his side of the wall. Resolute, your face hardens. From where you perch on your bed, you slam the wall with the side of your fist. 

"O'Hara! Keep it the fuck down!" 

~~~

He's a biochem major, up to his ass in assignments and he still has time for societies, internships and tutoring. 

The only times he'd be in the apartment really was an impromptu session, and you didn't notice at first, but it became more obvious as the semester went on.

As a so-called tutor, he only seemed to pick the prettiest girls - they would twirl their hair on your kitchen counter and bat their pretty lashes at him when they didn't understand. Favours for a couple of friends, is his only response when you ask. 

It felt like you'd open the door to a new girl every week and you are baffled. Donned in makeup and short skirts, they'd waddle in asking for Miggy, or drop off half-finished assignments whilst craning their head through, trying to catch a glimpse of him. 

The absurdity would make you laugh if it wasn't affecting your sleep. 

Not that he's not absolutely gorgeous, but he's so quiet you would never have thought he had it in him: to have a revolving door of women lining up to lay underneath him. 

This time, her name is Sarah: pretty little thing in Miguel's Advanced Math class.  She perches on a stool, wearing a tight dress that is wholly not appropriate for a tutoring session. She's one of his regulars, if you can call it that, and has been failing for at least 2 semesters. You flash her a smile as you pad through the kitchen, searching the cupboards for a snack. God, she is gorgeous; dolled up for another long session with Miguel, no doubt.

"Where's he gone?" She asks politely. 

You shrug. "I couldn't tell you, sorry."

"It's okay… I'm just a bit stuck." You almost snort and catch yourself. For some reason, you didn't think they actually did any work, merely a pretense for the… cardio later on in the day. 

You glance at her sheet of paper, scribbles in purple pen with large swathes crossed out. Leaning over, you scan the page.

"Right here." You point and she follows with a manicured finger. "You fucked up with this integral and I think… yeah, I think that messes with the whole thing."

Her eyes light up as she follows you, explaining with a piece of cookie hanging out of your mouth. She's definitely smart, just a few little mistakes here and there that you're happy to point out. Thanking you fervently, she rushes to correct it. 

"Ah, it's no problem. I get mixed up with it too." You smile and notice Miguel by the doorway, watching with a strange look in his face. You roll your eyes as you walk past. What a fucking weirdo. 

"Thought I was the tutor?" He croons.

You raise an eyebrow, voice low as Sarah is engrossed in her work. "...I don't want to fuck her, Miggy , if that's what you're worried about."

A little cruelly you push past him, shoulders clashing against one another. Is he smiling ? For now, you blame your perpetual tiredness when you think you catch the hint of a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

~~~

You're a light sleeper, and it all makes for a tired, delirious combo. You sleepwalk through the day, scramble to finish assignments and whilst it's not all O'Hara's fault, you can't help but blame him for a lot of it. 

After you successfully get through one long week, you decide to celebrate. That means a couple hours of mindless hedonism: your favourite movie, greasy food…. and your trusty dildo. Not at the same time, of course. 

Miguel's not home, and he's not tearing down the walls with some other girl, for once, so you decide to treat yourself. 

You've been going through a dry patch, and you'd hate to admit it, but he does sound good through the thin drywall. 

It was a joke gift; given to you by a friend for your birthday. An obnoxiously purple dildo with a suction cup at its base. Aptly named Hugh, due to its - ahem - large stature. Standing tall at 7 or 8 inches, far bigger or thicker than any partner you've taken in the past. Sitting around a small diner booth with your friends and opening the bag to reveal him, had been quite the experience, for sure. 

It wasn't your fault you had gone through a dry spell in the past few months. With work, with school, with relationship issues, you hadn't had the time or energy to sleep around. Not that you were desperate for drunk, lackluster sex, followed by an awkward dance of ubers and shitty coffee in the morning. Like many, you preferred to do it yourself. 

Laptop open, you ease yourself onto the toy, already slick with lube. Prepping yourself with your fingers had been quite the task, tabs open to something on a lewd website. It's cheesy, but you didn't really like the bright lights and plastic of usual porn. The moans felt too fake, the sex devoid of any real passion. So you found a couple of independent creators; couples, mostly; carnal fucking with fervour only borne from real love . It's embarrassing to admit it, but your favourite parts are the little kisses and touches in between, or light laughter after a rough session. As if to say: it's okay and I'm still here. 

On your screen now is a longtime favourite video, a broad man bullying his fat cock into his partner. You can't help but think he looks like Miguel, not as pretty but tan with strapping shoulders, and large hands that wrap around the neck of the girl in the video. 

" F-Fuck," You breathe, sinking down onto your toy. You bet Miguel's palm on your throat would be deliciously rough, and you imagine how he'd fuck the brat out of you like the man on your screen. 

What hadn't occurred to you, however, was that the thin walls went both ways. Whilst you were quieter than many of the girls Miguel brought home, you were fairly shameless with the moans and curses that fell from your lips. Headphones on, you were blissfully unaware that Miguel had slipped into the apartment some time ago. The slap of your thighs to the floor, the desperate whine as you roll your hips over the toy - he can hear it all. 

Miguel has a conscience, so he does feel some amount of shame when he slips a hand down his trousers and presses an ear to your shared wall. He closes his eyes and bites down lusty groans, fisting his cock to your pretty noises. Noises he's been wanting to hear from you for months, now, imagining it was you underneath him instead of his usual partners. 

He times it just right, squeezing around his tip in time with the steady slap just beyond the wall. Are you fucking yourself? On your knees, hands flat on the floor, churning up your insides with a toy… or maybe ass up, dildo attached to something…? He almost cums with that mental image, wondering what you'd look like on your knees for him. Is the dildo as big as him? He knows you, knows you'd want it to hurt - for his cock to stretch out your pretty pussy when he cums deep inside you. 

All things he thinks about with a hand around his cock, and he's already close. But he wants to cum with you, listening intently for the signs. 

" Fuck," Your voice comes out muffled, but it makes him buck up into his fist all the same. " Need it… oh God, I-" 

He speeds up, wondering what it would be like to have your thighs shake underneath him, what it would take to have you babbling and begging for more. How would he break you? Maybe on his cock, where he'd watch you squirm as you take his length. Or on your knees, choking around him and licking up his cum. Or, God, thighs wrapped around his head, riding out your high with his mouth sealed on your clit, crying for him slow down, for him to-

" H-Harder, Miguel, please." 

He releases, sudden and intense, spilling white ropes into his boxers. 

" Fuck, Miguel…"

He fucks his fist through it, overstimulated from the way you say his name. It feels like the only way it should be said; spilling from your mouth, haphazard and desperate. Like honey, like treacle; sweet things he didn't know he had the capacity for. He lets that feeling wash over him, panting, bringing his forehead to rest on cool wall. 

~~~

He's hot. He's smart. He's a whore.

A total blindspot for you, and no matter how much you can't stand him; you still find yourself stealing glances whenever he's home. 

And he does seem to be home a lot more, often choosing to study on the dining table rather than his room. It's like he does it on purpose, using the warmer weather as an excuse to wear tiny tank tops and loose gray sweats - showing off the muscles of his broad back and arms perfectly.

Funnily enough, when he's not around those girls, he's bearable - seems to have grown a couple of brain cells in those short few days between sessions. 

You laugh and joke, sometimes, and he surprises you by suggesting a movie one quiet night. 

He offers you his sweater to snuggle into, you eat your weight in greasy takeout, and your roommate seems like an actually decent guy?? 

You had fallen into an easy routine: O'Hara leaves a flask of coffee for you to snatch up in the morning, hair damp from the shower and all, and you meet him with netflix and instant noodles in the evening. A push and pull that works in the little space - much smoother than your rocky beginnings.

After a truly shitty day, you come home to a quiet apartment. Almost sleeping through an exam, forgetting lunch, missing the bus home, and having to trek back through pouring rain in a thin coat. Everything that could go wrong, did, and you are left with the pieces. You trudge through the living room into the kitchen, the wet squelch of socks on laminate floor haunting every step. Shedding your limp outerwear, you lay the contents of your backpack onto the kitchen counter: clumps of loose paper, the damp leftovers of a textbook, bleeding ink. Your main concern, however, is your laptop slick with rain water. 

With baited breath, you put it on the slab, and press the power button. A click, a stuttering whir, and the screen flickers on. Then, just as strained, it putters off. Dead. Completely dead. Your legs almost give out, and you lean on the counter to steady yourself. Half of your life was there; including the final project that would make up a good chunk of your grade. It takes you everything not to collapse onto the floor right then and there. 

"How was it?" You hear the click of a door and Miguel calls out from the hallway. 

You wince."...F-Fine?" 

You hear footsteps, as he gets closer. "Are you asking or telling me?" 

You clear your throat, desperately trying to keep your voice steady. "Fine. It was fine. I'm just… it was fine."

Back still turned, you fumble around with the wet contents of your bag, hoping he doesn't notice. 

"Long day?" He says warmly, head poking into the kitchen. Haphazardly, you spare him a glance from behind your shoulder. He's dressed in a sweater that fits snug around his chest, rolled up to expose his forearms, and loose sweats. In his hands, he drinks from a cheesy mug - your mug, donning a stupid pun. He looks warm. Cosy. Domestic. For some, reason it makes your heart sink even further. 

Long day? "Something like that." You manage to squeeze out. There's a pregnant pause as he comes closer. Rummaging blindly through a cupboard, you try to hide behind its door. If he sees you like this, now, you don't know if you'll be able to hold it together. 

You close the door, and all of a sudden he's there, mug in hand. 

" Fuck, man- " It makes you jump, as he squints and takes a sip of his coffee. 

"You look… wet." 

"That's because it rained, Miguel." Snapping at him, your tone is biting. You're tired, stressed and in desperate need of a cry, but he is unrelenting in his gaze. 

"Are you ok?" He asks, unfazed. 

There's a lump in your throat and all you can do is nod with a tight expression.  His eyes flicker towards the counter and you shuffle, trying to cover up the mess. And then you watch it happen; initial confusion, a flash of realisation, and then worry; all in the space of a couple seconds. 

Gently, he pulls you aside to inspect the damage. "Mierda. This is pretty bad. You sure you're ok?" 

He's got a hand on your arm now,  The dam breaks and you crumple into tears in the kitchen floor. Of course, he comes with you, rubbing your back as you blubber through the details. 

" Nothing's going right for me… and I've got my final project on there… I'm barely keeping up as it is…" All he does is nod, face tight with something you can't quite name. It must seem pathetic to him, you think, shamelessly crying on the kitchen floor, complaining to your poor roommate. He can't leave you like this, because he's a decent person - but internally, he must think you're going crazy. 

It helps, having him there: a steady presence by your side. Slowly but surely, your tears subside. 

"You could've asked me to pick you up." He hands you some tissues off the counter, and watches as you mop up the tears. "I would've come, if you called."

"I didn't… I didn't think we were…" You search for the right word. 

"...friends?" He offers, with a small smile. "You think I let just anyone steal my sweaters?" 

"First of all," It makes you laugh, despite yourself. "You offered. And second, I've seen what you do with your friends, and I don't know if I have the energy for it."

"Ouch." Bashful, he rubs his chest like it aches. He sits a little close to you, knocking your shoulders with his own. "I know this girl who's crazy good with computers. I could ask her to take a look, if you'd like? Might not be able to save it but maybe we could recover the files?"

"...I'd like that, to be honest."

"Muy bien ." He leaps to his feet, palm stretched towards you to help you up. "I'll run you a warm bath or something. You're creating a puddle and it's going to ruin my floor."

"Our floor, asshole. I pay rent here, too." 

~~~

You find that you enjoy being around him, and he feels the same. 

You can't help but compare him to your shitty ex who you were planning to move in with: and even with his quirks, Miguel is better in every way. 

There is harmony in your household, for a while, and you almost look forward to coming home to him after class. Almost. 

It doesn't last long, because of course it doesn't. You'd thought you'd come to a tentative ceasefire, able to casually rib and joke with each other - takeout and B-roll movies aside. He leaves you leftovers from food he makes, you turn down your music when he's studying, and he even woke you up the other day when you had slept through your alarm.

Beyond the wall, his music is loud: a playlist you recognise as the one he puts on to (unsuccessfully) mask the noise of his usual late night adventures. Cheesy love ballads, heady RnB that leaks into your own room. You'd rather die than admit his taste in music isn't horrible, but it usually means a long, long night for everyone around. With finals around the corner, there's no way you can let this stand. 

What kind of person does that? Lull you into a false sense of security with Snakes on a Plane and pepperoni pizza? 

Absorbed in your own work, you hadn't even realised he had someone over; let alone was gearing up for obnoxious sex. You'd bang on the wall, but you feel like you guys are past that: crossed a threshold of intimacy that means you can shout at him up close and personal. 

So you stomp over to the hallway, banging at the door to his room. In the short trip there, you've worked yourself into a frenzy. How many times have you told him to keep it down? That it was rude and inconsiderate to flaunt his sex life in your face; to fuck other women so loud you were practically involved? There was something about the little smile he would give you afterwards, when you catch him shepherding his latest out the door in the morning - like he gets off on it, enjoys it, when you react. Even when you think you're over it, he still manages to drive you absolutely crazy. 

“Miguel? Open the fuck up!"

You're still fuming when the door opens with a click, and Miguel appears in the sliver of the doorway. He opens it so that his frame is half swallowed by the door, top half peeking through with a lazy hand in his hair. And of his top half, he's bare from the waist up, black band of his boxers sitting low on his v-line and loose sweats. 

All the wind is knocked from your sails, and you lose your train of thought. 

"Yeah?" 

"I…" You clear your throat. "I don't care who you fuck, but when I'm doing work-" 

"-I'm not." He chuckles. "There's no one here, hermosa. Just me. And you, I guess…"

There's something about the way he says it, lazily, as if it's his first time saying those words - wrapping his tongue around your name to see how it fits. If it fits, how it tastes. His relaxed posture, the way his hair falls…

"You're high." Your brow shoots up. "... you're high!" 

With a finger pressed to his lips, he grabs your hand and pulls you into his room, eyes darting around the hallway. 

"Shhh! You can't-" Now, he gets close, whispering like he's saying something he shouldn't. "You can't tell anyone. "

"I won't." You breathe. His face is serious at first, and then you're both giggling. You've never seen him so carefree, and it's nice to see Miguel walking around without the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He's still holding your hand, pressed close, and you see him drag his eyes up and down your figure. "You want do something you'll regret…?"

"...I've got a 9am, tomorrow, I really-" 

"-shouldn't?" He finishes, dragging his hand up your bare arm, pupils blown. He gets up to your shoulders, tucking your hair behind your ear. It's sinful, the way his touch is gentle but gaze heavy - violent in the way he practically eyefucks you. You feel bare, in little sleep shorts and a t-shirt.

He steps back, lounging on his bed, and makes for a half finished blunt by the adjacent window sill. Sighing, you sit by him, sinking into the mattress. He pats you closer, dangerously close, and you comply. One arm curled by your waist, the other brings the blunt up close and you wrap your lips around it. When Miguel brings a lighter to the blunt, you lean into it, knuckles brushing your lips. 

You take a drag, long, heavy, eyes closed. And when they open, you're met with his own. Maybe it's the weed, maybe it's the heady atmosphere, but you swear his eyes are low and deep with lust.

"Good girl." He rumbles, cupping your chin and tracing a thumb to your lips. He separates, bringin the blunt to his own lips before leaning back to pass it to you. As quick as he gets close, he pulls away; leaning back into the expanse of his large bed. And he looks good, head drawn back and the curve of his tan arm drawn upwards. Tufts of hair from his chest, the trail that leads down suggestively - and without inhibition, you basically drool over him. God, there it is. You feel it kick in and let it wash over you. 

His music, long forgotten, blends into your downy haze. You want to sit in his lap, rest your head on his chest. You get it now: if this is the view all those women he tutors get to have, then you finally understand. 

"Come closer, hermosa ." You barely register the nickname, only focused on the way he says it, the delicious way it rolls off of his tongue. You nod, and shuffle closer. His siren song sounds sweeter, somehow, up close. 

You pass the blunt between you both, and watch it dwindle to the last dregs. Lying down next to him, he clutches your hand and takes the butt between his fingers, letting its flames die as you watch. You giggle and his gaze softens.

"I didn't expect this from you." You look up to see an upside-down Miguel, hiding a smile. 

"Expect what?" He drags himself downwards, to rest his head by your side. 

"All…" You gesture vaguely. "This. Don't even think I've been in your room for this long, before."

His room looks exactly how you'd expect it: tidy and modest, a row of trophies neatly lined up on a shelf, a telescope pointing out towards a window. There are posters by his bed; science related, mostly. You tilt your head in the direction of one of them.

"Is this what they see?" You mumble to no one in particular. 

He manages to catch it, sluggish in his response. "...Is this what who sees?" 

"All the girls you fuck." It tumbles your of your mouth, before you can help it. 

He tilts his head too, looking at the poster and you watch the sharp lines of his jaw besides you. Even at this angle, he's so pretty. 

"Huh. I guess they do." 

"It's not very romantic, is it?" You blink, oblivious. Your question is met with a noncommittal shrug. "What was her name last time? Cassie, Clara-something…"

"Katie." He hums. 

"Katie." Ignoring the twinge of disappointment at his quick response, you hope it's the weed and not jealousy that made you pretend to forget her name. 

You sit up on your haunches, tracing the valleys and mountains of his bare chest with a leisurely finger. You try not to notice the way he shivers at your touch. 

"I could hear everything. Every, 'Yes daddy'," You feign a moan by curling your lips into an O-shape. You bring your other hand to your hair, head tilted back with exaggerated movement. "And 'right there, Miggy, right fuckin' there' ." 

Technically, you're making fun of him and laughing, expecting him to follow. But he doesn't, head back and eyes boring into you - only bringing a hand to press yours at his chest. 

"Thin walls, Miguel." You clear your throat, sensing a shift in the atmosphere. Too far, probably. "Sorry, shit. I didn't mean-" 

"I hear you too." He says softly. "I heard you, the other day."

Head filled with cotton, it takes a moment for his words to really click. So he elaborates, lacing his fingers with your own. 

"Fucking yourself, hermosa ." He says it lazily, like the vulgarity of the act doesn't register.

Your eyes widen in horror. How much exactly did he hear?

"...and I heard you say my name." 

"It was…. i-it wasn't like that-" Fuck. You can't think straight as it is: and his voice is low and silky, rubbing circles on your hand close to his chest. Even now, he oozes confidence, the steady thump-thump of his heart giving away nothing. 

"Hmmm? Then what is it like?" You blink at him, unable to answer. "You're a hypocrite. You complain about all these women I supposedly fuck, but then-" 

He pulls you closer, so that your lips almost touch his. "-you lock yourself in your room, touching yourself and thinking about your poor roommate. What am I meant to do with you?"

A pause, and in your daze, you can't breathe. For all your theatrics, it's too easy for him - to prod and tease, and for you to chase after him. You move to kiss him, but he grabs your chin at the last second. "Not quite. I want to hear you say it."

"Fuck- " You crumple, hiding your head in the crook of his shoulder. Even in your haze, the nerves bubble up from the base of your stomach. "Fuck me, please , Miguel."

He places a hand on your thigh, leading you to straddle his middle, other hand wrapped around your waist. He grinds your lower half into his, leaning up to bring your lips together. 

He tastes sweet, greedily lapping up your moans in the clash. You're not thinking, not really, lost in the heat of his body, desperate and eager when you kiss. To contrast, Miguel cups your chin, pulling you away for air whenever you sink too deep. Somehow, he still manages to look smug, taunting you with a flash of his little fangs whenever you separate. If you weren't feeling the effects of that blunt, you may have had the means to be embarrassed at how much you want him - needily grinding against him and pawing at his chest. 

It's too slow, too leisurely, like a punishment; and he refuses to give you what he knows you want. Your whines betray you when he finally slips a hand down your shorts. 

"¿Paciencia, hmm?" He grabs a handful of your ass, clothed cock catching on your clit. It rips another moan from you, which he happily swallows with another kiss. "Patience, princesa."

You hump against one another like teenagers, your hands planted by his head for purchase. Hips moving of their own accord, you chase the relief Miguel provides: with his hands kneading your ass, length catching at your clit, and teeth nipping at your bare neck. 

He licks a stripe up your collarbone, soothing the blossoming hickeys with a hum. 

Fuck, how can he be so casual ? You don't know if it's the weed or something else, but he is in his element, hand dipping down your back to graze at your pussy from behind. He hisses when he realises how wet you are, swiping his fingers down your slit and taking them out to pop them in his mouth. 

Now, flushed and face hot with embarrassment, you look up at him with big doe eyes. It makes Miguel feel guilty for stopping you so close to your climax. Beautiful : lower lip hooked under your teeth, plump and swollen and kissable. He'll make up for it later: a promise he whispers into skin. 

"You're soaked." He cups your cheek to press a kiss to your forehead, and all you can do is whine. His gaze dips down, to the swell of your tits in that thin shirt.. 

"What did you think about when you touched yourself?" It's soft, said in the warm press of your bodies; hook-shaped and hazy and you fit like you were made for one another. The thought lingers, plants a dangerous seed that makes you forget that the man underneath you is your roommate : unrepentant whore, Miguel O'Hara. 

"You." You've seen it first hand, he eats hearts for breakfast; and yours is on a platter for him to devour.

He laughs, deep and rumbling, hands resting on your waist. "I know that, baby. You don't have fantasies? Fuck yourself to the thought of someone touchin' you just right?"

Not just someone, him, you think. Your voice dies in your throat at the way he looks at you. "Just… n-nothing really-"

He hums, grinding your hips onto his. "Speechless, I can't believe it. Is this what I need to do to get some fucking peace around here?" 

You roll your eyes, "Don't be a dick, Miguel. When I shout, it's because you deserve it."

"...there it is." Eyes shining, his face stretches into a shit-eating grin. Wide, unabashed, unambiguous. "You back with the living, sweetheart?" 

It makes you laugh, even though you hate to give him the satisfaction. 

"What do you want?" He kneads your thigh and pleasure pools at the base of your stomach. 

You mumble something begrudgingly.

"Hmm? Can't hear you, baby."

Louder, now. "...want to sit on your face, Miguel." 

Lowly, he groans, shaking his head. "Mierda… of course you do."

Expertly, he helps you take your shorts off, dragging the thin material down your thighs. You clambers upwards, wrapping them around his shoulders, watching intently as he kneads the soft skin. It's tentative, at first, and you place your hands on the headboard to perch just above his mouth. 

He licks, diving in with the flat of his tongue: a long upwards stroke that ends with him sucking your clit. Moaning, your hips jump and he chases your pretty pussy up, large palms pushing you back down. He concentrates on your bundle of nerves, lips around your clit like a man on a mission.

And, God, does it feel good; he watches and learns from your every movement, committing your body to memory. His moans vibrate deliciously, tension building at that spot faster than your mind can register it. Then, you clench around nothing, gushing into his mouth whilst he eases you through it. The noises he makes are obscene; one leg off the bed and a hand snaked under his boxers. He's getting off on it; watching you crumple and sob around his tongue. 

And when you begin to move off, thighs sore, he doesn't relent, sealing his mouth on your pretty little hole. 

"Miguel.. fuck-" After your first orgasm, it surprises you when he continues, tongue fucking you with fervour. He presses you close, impossibly close, and your body fights against his ministrations. Heat, everywhere, and it's too much. The haze of the blunt begins to wear off and you are left with biting clarity. You want more of him, deeper; drunk off of just his tongue. 

You card your hands in his hair, and he moans: deep and wanton, with his eyes fluttering shut. He wants to look, to watch you when you cum on his tongue for a second time. Back arched, the curve of your tits peeking through a tiny top, fucking yourself on his face. He wants it hard , wants you to take control and use him to get off. 

"Right there, fuck… "

Like you can hear his thoughts, you press yourself down harder, riding the deep ridge of his nose for relief. Miguel complies and leans into it. He eats you out like a man starved and the carnality of it all brings you to a second peak. You cum once again, legs wrapped tight around his face. Head back, he laps it up readily. 

You separate with a wet pop, and Miguel looks blissful : fucked out and panting, wiping the slick off of his face with a forearm. Exhausted, you lean back onto the mattress beside him. 

"That was…" He searches for the right word, and it's your turn to finish for him. 

"... good. " Scarily good. So good you won't be able to see him around the apartment without remembering what he looks like trapped between your thighs. 

Gently, he turns to cup your cheek and bring your lips to his. It starts off sweet and deepens rapidly, making that thread at the pit of your stomach tighten, again. He grabs your thigh, bringing it closer, and you feel his length poking your stomach. Fuck. 

"You haven't…?" Your hand makes for his trousers, and he stops you. "I want to, Miguel. Want you to feel good too."

His head sinks into your shoulder. "I know, baby, I know. Not like this. Not yet."

You nod, still wrapped up in his arms. You haven't even fucked, and it feels more intimate than it should. 

"You've got a 9am tomorrow." He smiles with a hand underneath his head. 

"I've got a 9am tomorrow," You repeat, sighing. "...and my life is falling apart. I'm failing half of my classes as it is."

He turns to you, lazily. 

"I could tutor you, if you'd like."

…

"That's not fucking funny, Miguel."

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edit: the full fic xx

#i am very very close to making this a full fic #(implying that this isn't alr basically a full fic lmfao) #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse #kat_writes😼 #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara headcanons #spiderman 2099 masterlist #spiderman 2099 x reader

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

Summary: Everyone at HQ was convinced there was something going on between you and Miguel. Just...no one knew what. But one group of spiders were determined to figure it out.

Warnings: None! Just a lot of goofiness and a whole lot of fluff :3

When you have a superhuman with superior senses, they’re bound to be perceptive to their surroundings. Now when you have an entire lobby the size of multiple football fields filled with superhumans with superior senses, very few things will go unnoticed.

It’s why people very quickly realize that you and Miguel have…something between the two of you. It’s just that no one is quite sure what.

Camaraderie? Maybe, you were one of the first spiders to join the society.

Friendship? Perhaps, but it was known that Miguel wasn’t one to do friends. Not with the amount of loss he has gone through.

A relationship? This one seemed the most unplausible. Miguel was, well, Miguel. Stoick, cold and calculating. Meanwhile, you were you.

You had a light that drew people in, kindness that knew no bounds and warmth like a fire on a cold winter’s day.

Everyone knew the saying ‘opposites attract’, but it was like comparing night and day with the two of you. Regardless, a small little group within the society were set on trying to figure the two of you out.

~

“Ain’t no way the two are together, she’s too good for him!” Hobie argues, his legs kicked up on the table in front of him.

“I don’t know, maybe that’s why they work together. Because she makes him better?” Miles says, but his tone of voice failed to hide his skepticism.

“I think you should just leave the two of them be. Besides, what happens if you figure it out or not anyway?” Peter says, feeding Mayday as he does. Immediately a chorus of arguments breaks out from the group.

“OKAY! Okay, forget I asked,” he says with a shake of his head, while Mayday just laughs at the commotion.

They spot the two of you walking into the cafeteria making conversation none of them could make out.

“Look at them,” Gwen says, “have you ever seen the guy happier than he is with her?” she asks, and Hobie snorts.

“C’mon mate, you call that happy? Mans got that frown tattooed on his face, can he even be happy?” he says, but they all continue watching intently.

You glance over to the table they were surrounding, and they all brush off your gaze pretending as though they weren’t just studying the two of you like specimens under a microscope.

You wave your hand, a bright smile on your face while Miguel only glances over for a moment before continuing to walk. You jog to catch up to him, grabbing a tray and picking up things you wanted for lunch.

They watch as they see Miguel pick up the empanada, the last one left. He pauses for a split second, holding it before turning to place it on your tray. Almost as though they were straight out of a cartoon, they freeze at the interaction.

You seem to be slightly surprised as you, saying something to him but he only brushes you off before continuing on.

“Did…that just happen?” Pavitr asks. Everyone at HQ was aware of Miguel’s fondness for the food (even if he did hurl one right at Miles when they first met), there was no way he would give one away so easily for just anyone, right?

“Somebody pinch me,” Gwen says, and Hobie jumps at the request.

“OW!”

~

Miguel never lets anyone help him out when he’s injured. That was just a known fact. He could walk into HQ battered and bruised and wouldn’t even look in the infirmary’s direction once. After depending on himself for so long, he wasn’t going to stop now. Besides, what were First Aid kits for after all?

The only way he was going to the infirmary was if someone dragged his unconscious body there themselves.

Well, unless you were there.

“Miguel O’Hara I swear to god, you better get your ass to the infirmary or so help me I will tie you up and drag you through the halls myself,” you say sternly as you both reemerge in the Lobby. The rest of the Spiders there continued with what they were doing, but their attention was zeroed in on you both.

“I’m fine,” he says, glaring at you as if trying to say ‘Just try’. Had you been anyone else, you would have backed down by now but you didn’t.

“You wanna test me right now? That was a nasty hit, I will not be letting it get infected under my watch,” you retort, and he puffs.

“This is nothing, I’ve dealt with worse,” he scoffs, and in an instant your finger shoots out, making contact with the side that got hit with the anomaly’s flames. Miguel can’t help the sharp intake of breath as the pain from the impact hits him.

Your eyebrow raises, an expression of disbelief on your face before it softens. Murmuring softly, you say something that only he can hear.

For a moment he studies your face before sighing, finally relenting. With a triumphant smile, you place a hand on the man’s broad back, leading him towards the infirmary with a gentle but firm hand.

There, Pavitr is laying in bed recovering from an awry mission of his own. The doctors had ordered bedrest for the next 2 hours at least. Superior healing or not, they were not going to risk it. So there he lay, slinging his golden bangles up and down bored before he hears the two of you come in.

“Mr. O’Hara-" a doctor’s voice can be heard, but he is quickly interrupted.

“She’s got it from here,” he says, Miguel’s tone final. A small “yes, sir” can be heard before footsteps fade away, the doctor’s office door closing once more.

“You know, you should really let the professionals help you,” your voice can be heard.

“You dragged me here, you can deal with the consequences,” he says, and you just laugh fondly before your voices quieten, murmuring too quietly for Pavitr to hear.

Curiosity builds as he recalls the conversation he and his friends had, and before he can stop himself he shifts silently to the side, just enough to be able to catch a glimpse of you both from the small gap between the hospital curtain and the wall.

There, Miguel sat on the bed, a disgruntled expression on his face but his eyes were soft as he watched you fuss over his side.

He only watches for a few seconds before pulling away, this being a clear invasion of privacy, and his boss’ privacy no less.

It wasn’t going to stop him from telling everyone else though.

~

“This is a bad idea. This is a really, really bad idea,” Miles says, grasping onto the ceiling like his life depended on it.

“It’s only a bad idea if we get caught, so Shut. Up,” Gwen says sharply, hanging from her place on the ceiling as they watched the fight from above.

Gwen had come up with the mighty fine idea of sneaking into a mission between the two of you. It wasn’t often that it happened, Miguel more often than not only went on missions with only Lyla by his side. But when he needed a partner, it was always you.

“Why did you have to bring me with you,” he whispers, “Miguel already doesn’t like me. He doesn’t need more of a reason to.”

“Because I needed backup and you can turn invisible. And let’s be real, Hobie would be laughing his ass off getting us caught, Peter would bring Mayday which would get us caught, and Pavitr is already on a mission, now shhh,” she whispers, turning back to watching the scene below.

You swung from pillar to pillar in the abandoned factory with practiced ease, a carefree laugh escaping your lips as Miguel stands on the ground fiddling with his watch.

“The anomaly’s last known location was here,” Lyla’s voice echoes out, and you let out a sigh.

“Why can’t villains have easy powers. Maybe a giant blob that is easy to take down? Why do they have to be so complicated? What’s this one again, a freaky shadow monster?” you think out loud.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Miguel retorts, glancing up toward you for a moment before turning back to Lyla. “Do a scan of the place, will you?”

“What do we say~” Lyla responds, and you giggle softly while Miguel huffs.

“Please,” he mutters.

“What was that?”

“Please, Lyla,” he says a little louder now, irritation growing in his voice.

“Already done,” the AI snickers, and he groans out loud as your laughter bounces off of the walls, a fist held out for Lyla to bump.

“The two of you will be the death of me,” he says lowly.

“Oh, don’t be like that, grumps. You’d be too stubborn to die,” you retort before tensing up, the hairs on the back of your neck rising with the familiar feeling of your heightened senses at work. The moment you sling yourself up is the moment a loud thud sounds out from where you once stood.

“Oh, I forgot to mention that the anomaly was in the far right corner,” Lyla says before disappearing.

“I really need to do a rewrite of her code,” Miguel mutters to himself.

In your previous spot emerges a dark figure, plumes of smoke emerging and dissipating from its form and allowing it to disappear into the shadows with ease.

With a simple nod, you get to work. Like a well-oiled machine, you work in practiced synchrony, bounding across the walls and slinging webs.

And just like that the anomaly is captured, the force field around it effectively trapping it for the ride back to HQ so it can be sent back to its own universe.

“That was…kinda lame,” you snicker, pulling off your mask

“Told you so,” Miguel says as he opens up a portal for you both, dragging the anomaly behind him.

“Don’t say that to me,” you pout.

“What, can’t handle the truth?” he retorts, a smirk playing across his lips as your bickering voices fade through the portal.

“…was that a smile,” Gwen asks as she watches the spot where they both had stood.

“Was that what it was?” Miles asks, a shudder racking through his body.

~

It was late at night at the HQ, and at this time everyone else had already gone back to their own universes. The few that lingered were the ones finishing up after a late-night mission.

Or, you were Peter B. Parker frantically searching through the kitchen for a bottle of milk for Mayday after a playdate with a select few spiders that went on for way longer than expected.

Mayday was an easy baby. Always happy and smiling, but that all disappears when she was hungry and you did not want a spider baby on a rampage.

“Alright, alright, give Daddy a few seconds to warm up your milk please?” Peter pleads as Mayday continues to babble angrily, crawling all over him.

She pauses for a moment, attention drawn elsewhere as she hangs off of her father’s back before leaping.

“Hey, lil spider!” You say with a laugh, catching her in your arms. “What are you doing here so late?” you ask.

“Playdate with Miles, Gwen and Hobie. Time really flew and she refused to leave until now,” Peter sighs tiredly, and you pat him on the back before putting her up onto your shoulders. “What are you doing here so late?”

You shrug, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard.

“Working late. Like you said, time really flew,” you say, but Peter knew that wasn’t the full truth.

“Working so hard that you need two cups of coffee?” he asks, holding out the bottle for Mayday to take, which is what she does happily as she snuggles up in her father’s arms.

“What can I say, caffeine doesn’t really work on me,” you grin, pouring the coffee from the machine. “Goodnight, Peter, Mayday,” you say, ruffling her red hair fondly.

And as quickly as you appeared, you disappear.

~

People didn’t often disturb the big boss man Miguel when he was working. Not if you wanted to stay on his good side.

It was even less often that someone barges into his room full of screens as he monitors the Archno-Humanoid Polymultiverse, let alone a group of them.

“We heard you talking to someone! And laughing,” Gwen says hesitantly as if she couldn’t even believe it herself. But she was invested in figuring out what the deal was between the two of you now.

“Well, do you see anyone around?” Miguel deadpans, his arms wide and gesturing around broadly. You could barely stifle the giggle as you sat on a beam high up on the ceiling, going unnoticed.

“W-well, no…But!” she says, and Miguel raises an eyebrow which makes Gwen shrink in her spot slightly before recovering. “But we heard you. There was someone here, wasn’t there?”

Hobie, ever the perceptive one tracks his eyes along the ceiling before spotting you swinging your legs with an amused look on your face. It seemed as though no one else had noticed though.

Miguel watches Hobie spot you and his eyes narrow in his direction, as if saying ‘I dare you to say anything’ to which the spider only raises his hands in mock surrender.

“No. There wasn't." He says, his tone final. "If that’s all you’re here for, I have important work to get to. So why don’t you go bother someone else, yeah?”

~

“I give up,” Gwen says, slumping in her chair. “We’re never going to figure it out.”

“Figure what out?” Jess asks, walking up to the group.

“Whether or not there is something going on between those two,” Miles says, nodding towards you and Miguel talking over in the corner of the room.

Jessica only hums, a knowing look in her eyes but she doesn’t say anything. Only asks a simple question.

“What makes you think so?”

“Everyone here knows that there’s something there, even if they want to admit it or not. She’s one of the few people he tolerates, they’re together almost all the time and he actually seems happy around her,” Gwen reasons.

“You could have just asked, you know,” you say, coming up on their conversation with an amused look on your face.

Their expressions range from flustered to simply amused and you can’t help the laughter that bubbles up as you make eye contact with Jess.

“And to answer the question,” you reach down your suit, pulling out a simple chain with a ring dangling off of the end.

“We’re actually married.”

The group goes silent for a moment, eyes wide as they stare at the necklace in your hands, trying to process your words.

Then, all hell breaks loose.

A/N: Hehe, I'm quite happy with this one :3 This is my first attempt at writing Miguel, sorry if I butchered him but I am absolutely hyperfixating on him after seeing ATSV in theatres yesterday.

Based on the prompt by @imslightlycreative though slightly changed :)) I hope you all enjoyed <3

Part two out now!! Read it here.

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #miguel x reader #miguel ohara x reader #spiderverse x reader #miguel o hara #spiderman 2099 x reader #marvel

[gamerwoo]

Seventeen: The Xperiments (Epilogue)

Characters: Seventeen x female reader (except not really this part??)

Genre/warnings: superhuman/experiment au, fluff and angst, mentions of brainwashing, mentions of death, major character death [please read the warnings in the intro], also because i KNOW people will ask for another part: there is no other part. it simply ends like this <3 and yes this is a warning lmao

Word count: 1,611

a/n: this is it!!! the xperiments has finally come to an end 😌 thank you for reading it and enjoying it and giving it lots of love and sending me lovely comments i appreciate them so so so much 💛💛💛 and of course, i have ended this series in true rocket fashion (which if you know me, you know. and if you don’t, you will hate me <3)

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Matthew walked into the small coffee shop. It was a nice place with big windows that brightened the place up. The main aesthetic of it was white with wood, and plenty of greenery around. It seemed like a decent place to meet up with someone he hadn’t seen in years. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure that he’d get the chance. Considering he stayed with his group, he figured most of the experiment would want nothing to do with that anymore – well, except the few that decided to join them.

After ordering his coffee, he took his to-go cup and turned to scan the small shop. Then he saw who he had come here for, sitting at a table as they typed on their phone, a cup of their own in front of them on the table. He smiled immediately upon seeing them. He would’ve thought they were just your average person with how they dressed and were seemingly good with the current technology. On top of that, they just looked so good. They looked like they’d hardly aged, though their hair was styled differently than the last time he saw them. 

He walked over and pulled the seat out, a smile clear in his voice as he said, “Long time, no see.”

You looked up from your phone to see Matthew looking almost exactly the same. The bags under his eyes would never go away from the amount of stress he was always under, but he still looked good.

You grinned back at him, standing up to give him a hug, “I see you’re still as beefy as ever.”

He chuckled at your joke, “Yeah, gotta stay fit in this line of work.”

The two of you sat back in your seats, and Matthew sighed, “I didn’t think you’d want to see me. After the funeral, it seemed like you weren’t really interested in staying connected to any part of the past.”

It was true. The last time you’d seen any of the black masks was for Wooshik’s and Jungkook’s funerals. Wooshik had sacrificed himself and stayed back to hold off the scientists so Matthew could escape with Junhui. Apparently the scientists were trying to kidnap Jun to have at least one for collateral.

Jungkook, on the other hand, had gone back inside to save a secret seventh experiment. One of the six experiments they’d saved had whispered that to him before they passed out, so he snuck back inside to try and rescue them. Nobody was sure why he didn’t reply with his in-ear when asked if everyone was out – Matthew’s theory was that it had fallen out of his ear, but nobody would ever know the truth.

In the end, Wooshik, Jungkook, and the seventh experiment perished in the explosion with every single white coat in the lab. And like Matthew held guilt for letting their newest and most innocent member die, you held guilt for never apologizing to Wooshik and letting him know how thankful you were to him. You thought about it almost every single day. 

“Yeah… I mean, I did feel like that for a while,” you admitted, looking down at your drink as your fingers wrapped around it, manicured nails tapping lightly against the plastic. “I wasn’t the only one, but I also wasn’t the first to change my mind. I think that’s what made the difference – we all kind of came around.”

Matthew furrowed his eyebrows, “Are you still living with some of them?”

“I think Hansol made all of us change our minds,” you snorted with a nod. 

Then his eyes drifted down, widening as his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, “A ring, huh?”

You lifted your left hand to look down at the small diamond ring before turning your hand to show it to Matthew, your cheeks warming as a smile formed on your face, “I know, right? Who would’ve thought one of us would reach this level?”

“Soonyoung would be jealous,” Matthew snorted, holding your fingers delicately to examine the ring.

“Oh? How’re him and Jiwoo?”

“Good, but he still loves to get on her nerves.”

“How’s Hoshi?”

Matthew glanced up at you with a smirk, “Haven’t seen him in a while, actually.”

You let out a gasp as your jaw dropped and your mouth formed a surprised smile, “Really?”

“Hey, enough avoiding the topic,” he said playfully as he let your hand go. “Who’s the lucky person? Do I happen to know them?”

“You do,” you told him matter-of-factly. “Care to guess?”

“Hansol would be too easy,” he said, eyes narrowed. “You live with him, though?”

“I live with three people. Hansol is one of them, but not it, no.”

“Can’t be Josh or Jihoon…”

“Are they doing good, by the way?”

“They’re doing amazing with our group,” he gushed. “They especially come in handy working with Namjoo– _____, stay focused!”

“Sorry,” you laughed. “Okay yeah, not Sol, and not Josh or Jihoon – which was obvious. Oh! And not Jeonghan – he’s married.”

Matthew’s eyes widened to the size of golf balls, “He’s married?!”

You nodded happily, “As of a month ago.”

“There’s no way it’s the girl from the mall…”

“Oh, there’s a way.”

Matthew looked like he was going to pass out. He was so overwhelmed finding out how well all of you were doing.

“So, final guesses?” you brought him back to the topic.

“...Won…woo…?” he decided, holding out the first letter of his name in uncertainty. 

“Seungcheol.”

For the billionth time, Matthew’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped, “You’re kidding.”

It was strange. You hadn’t even met the real Seungcheol, up until you saved him, but he was the one you ended up becoming the closest with.

“When you save someone’s life twice,” you shrugged, “things just happen.”

“Apparently,” he chuckled, leaning back in his seat as he tried to take all of this good information in. “I’m glad everyone’s doing good. You keep in contact with everyone?”

“The whole gang,” you nodded. “Hao and Jun moved to China to experience their home properly, Wonwoo enrolled in college online, Seungkwan lives a few towns away with Seokmin and Chan – everyone’s doing really good. We just don’t hear from Soonyoung, Joshua, or Jihoon too often, but that’s understandable.”

“I still can’t believe Jeonghan got married and the kid didn’t even invite me…” Matthew scoffed.

“To be fair, they eloped. I think they’re going to have a real ceremony when they save up more money.”

“I can’t believe you even know what eloping is!” he burst. Then he took a deep breath and let it out. “God, _____… You’re all doing so well, I just– …I couldn’t be happier.”

“I know,” you nodded as you started to turn serious. “But…I feel like you didn’t just randomly reach out to catch up.”

As you held your coffee, you looked at Matthew, all playfulness and happiness gone from your face, “You want something, don’t you?”

Matthew sighed, leaning forward and staring down at his cup as he wrapped his fingers around it and tried to decide what to say. But there was no good way to say it.

“We want your help,” he admitted solemnly, still not looking at you. “Not just you, _____, but all of you.”

“We already went through hell and back, and you want to suck us back in?” you chuckled dryly. “We’re living normal lives like you guys wanted – like Wooshik wanted; like Mingyu never even got to have. Now you want us to go back?”

“You don’t understand,” he sighed. He took a moment before he finally looked up at you. “One of the experiments we rescued… They went rogue. They escaped and we can’t locate them.”

“It’s one confused experiment,” you stated. “Where’s it gonna go?”

“That’s the thing: we don’t know. It could either be hiding somewhere alone, or it could be trying to locate another lab. If it’s the latter, that’s even more dangerous.”

“So use the other five experiments to track it down before it does that. Problem solved.”

“No, _____,” he stated a little more forcefully. “This experiment…is like you.”

That got you to shut up. You felt like ice was injected into your bloodstream hearing that.

“It’s developing new powers and getting stronger,” he continued. “An experiment like you being let loose is dangerous. And if it still believes the scientists are trying to help them, that’s worse. This poor thing is brainwashed, and it could come after us or even go after innocent people. So I need to know your answer ASAP because any time wasted could be life-threatening.”

You glanced down at the table to think.

You had known that you had only destroyed one lab – a big one, but still only one – and that the labs would come back to haunt you. You knew it was coming eventually. But was that good enough for you? You weren’t being bothered, but they were still out there. Were you content living in ignorance if it meant being happy with your friends and your roommates? Would you ignore that thought if it meant you could get married and live a normal, happy life like you dreamed of?

“We know all of you have your own lives now,” he said softly. “Honestly, hearing everything about everyone… It hurts more now to even have to ask you. But ____, I wouldn’t ask if we weren’t desperate. Just know, though…nobody will blame you if you want to be selfish.”

You took a deep breath and glanced up to meet Matthew’s eyes that were staring intently, waiting for your answer.

You opened your mouth.

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