rhodrymaelwaedd asked you:
8 & 9 uwu
hello my sweets. i’ve already exhausted 4 and 8, i think! (themes i like to write about) but i will say that i’m venturing into sci-fi/fantasy shit for the first time, which i shall show you below. and i think another character I struggle with is Heechul, even though I love him, because you kind of want to have him be your sassy diva character but then you remember that it’s not cool to only relegate him to funny gay best friend material.
2. favorite tense: i have a thing for writing in present tense! when i’m writing in first person, i think it’s considerably harder, as most of us are used to past tense, i think. “i looked at him” vs “i look at him.” yet “he looks at him” flows nicely to me…idk!
9, but twice! ok. i’ll do a passage from A Glitch in the Matrix (scifi oneshot), hopefully one that won’t give too much since the story relies on suspense, and The Bachelors (reality tv au! so close to being done!!)
“Hyukjae, I need answers,” he says desperately, and the man with hair of gold is drawing ever closer. The only thing that disturbs his peacefulness is the turbulence in his eyes, and Donghae cannot look away. “What are you —”
"Calm down. Trust me," he says, and then Hyukjae gently presses his forehead against Donghae’s. "Look at me."
Donghae wants to kick out and scream, tell Hyukjae that he doesn’t have time for this mindfuck of a game, and then he feel warm fingers interlace, thawing the cold from the gaps between his own.
"Shh," Hyukjae soothes. "Look at me."
And Donghae does, looks straight in through what might be the windows to Hyukjae’s soul, and the turbulence is real now, misting up into a spectral fog that clouds outwards from the pupil and casts a veil over Hyukjae’s irises.
"How are you doing this?" Donghae is trembling, more scared than he’s ever felt with Hyukjae by his side, until he sees the hint of a smile on the lips about to press against his own.
"Not everything is number and figures," Hyukjae whispers, and with a brush of his mouth, Donghae falls forward into his spell until everything is black, again and again and again.
and a bit of The Bachelors!
After pitifully calling his manager for help, Donghae managed to make it upstairs in time to eat dinner — or rather, film dinner while trying not to drop oversized pieces of drippy lettuce on his clean new suit. Who was choosing these fucking menus? He had informed his manager of the pressing need to find a copy of Titanic before they departed for the home theater on the first floor, and hopefully everything would go according to plan. He and Sungmin were supposed to flip a coin or something to decide who would be going first, but something about being in a rush and filming it later came up, so Jiyeon’s boss (presumably Suho? Should Donghae know these things?) waved him in the direction of hair and makeup first, ignoring Lee Sungmin’s severe pouting.
As Donghae waited for yet another outfit change for his date, Hyukjae appeared, toting what looked like a toolbox. He opened it for the woman who was tending to Donghae’s hair at the moment, only to reveal rows and rows of heavy duty makeup.
At Donghae’s baffled look, Hyukjae grinned. “To make sure your face looks just as pretty on camera,” he teased, but somehow it didn’t sound too malicious, at least not for Hyukjae. Suddenly Donghae felt a bit hot and hoped that they wouldn’t be putting him in another suit.
“But I’m already wearing make-up,” he protested weakly as he was whisked back into his chair.
“Well, get ready for your close-up.” Hyukjae allowed himself a tiny smirk before disappearing back through the door. Donghae’s makeup artist proceeded to block every visible pore on his body and decided, twenty minutes later, that he was almost ready.
blerp i’m coming to terms with the fact that this fic i abandoned for over a year is mostly…crack. woops.