#spy reply

[spycethra]

@frog-batter I can definitely see that. Spider Jack starts hunting around Rhys, showing off his strength. Eventually both specimen and CEO end up in a pissing contest. Poor Rhysie. X3

[spycethra]

I'm really excited that youre continuing Wanted! And super pumped to see the rest of the stories you're working on!

I knooooow! Me too, Anon! =3 I started watching Hannibal and it kinda got me back into the swing of things. I mean, Chapter 5 is sitting around buuuut I just don’t feel write with it. Eh. I’ll tinker with it.

It’s hard to stick to chronological when I haven’t even mapped it out. And I don’t map out things since I change them up a gazillion times anyway. Soooo I wing it. Or I have a vague timeline in my head.

But thank you for your reply, Anon!! <3 I kinda wondered if I lost the fans of Wanted due to my hiatus so I wasn’t sure if any of you were really reading anymore.

Anywho! Snippet for yooouuu…

Rhys kept his back firm against the furthest wall of the kitchen whilst his hand gripped hard around his mouth. The urge to puke was higher than ever after having witnessed a terrible fleshy organ left draping gruesomely over the sink. All he wanted was to wash the glass he’d been using and make a swift retreat back to his room before either twin could find him. “Rhysie! Heeeey, what’s got you up so late at-” Jack chimed in from the doorway with a boyish grin but his smile faltered at the sight of what Rhys was attempting to avoid, “Ohhhh. Right. Sorry about that, kiddo!” 

He strolled in casually, revealing rolled up sleeves with blood coating him to his elbows. He didn’t even bother removing his rings as bits of flesh hung off of them. “Mmm!” Rhys quivered away as Jack approached, turning as far as he could only to find that the older sibling had gone to the sink instead. “Geez, I didn’t think you’d be so squeamish,” snickered Jack.The sound of running water followed by the gut wrenching ‘plopping’ sounds as the older man cleaned the organs was more than Rhys could take as he scampered up the stairs. Jack’s cruel laughter followed after him with every step though the man himself remained within the kitchen. Tears pricked at Rhys’ eyes as he only just reached the top before colliding into the other twin. Needless to say, Tim was the last person he was willing to see right now - especially when part of his face was splattered with blood.  “Ah!” Rhys recoiled away, having felt something painful stab into him, but Timothy’s gentle smile and firm hold of his arm followed him. A quick look downwards and he could already see Tim’s favorite brand of syringe already plunged deep within his inner elbow. Rhys’ arm might’ve trembled if Timothy hadn’t been holding onto him so tightly. “Rhyyys, you’re looking kind of pale there. Did you see something you weren’t supposed to again?” he warned with that ever sweet tone of an innocence that had most of the world fooled. But Rhys wasn’t about to fall for it. He’d seen this side of Tim far more times than he could count. It was always when he’d seen too much. The drug was going to make him forget again. Rhys was certain of it. He desperately yanked for the return of his arm but the damage had already been done. He could feel the unwanted pressure already invading his veins, burning at the flesh from underneath. Tim released him with a pleased smile before tick-tocking the used syringe back and forth as some sort sick childish tease. “You know how difficult it is for you to know these things, Rhys. Besides, isn’t it much nicer just to live oblivious to it all? But hey, if you want me to keep sticking you… I don’t mind at all,” Timothy remarked honestly with a sudden look of dark lust at the mention of ‘sticking.’ Rhys wasn’t even sure if the other man was looking at him or just at his body. He swallowed dryly while taking a few steps back. He grasped over his bicep, somehow hoping to prevent the passage of the drug into the rest of his bloodstream. Not that it helped. His world was already beginning to pulse on its own. “N-No… I’m not… I’m not forgetting again,” Rhys insisted while accidentally backing into a bookshelf. The ache in his shoulder blades was delayed but still there. He still had a little more time left but not much. His arms flailed behind him for somewhere to grip, knocking over decorative trinkets and books. Rhys could’ve cared less of the mess he was creating. He needed to get away from the younger Lawrence before the drugs kicked in. “Ohhhh, Rhys. It’s always so cute when you try to run away. You’re just so… helpless,” Tim mused aloud as he walked ever so calmly to the struggling man, “It’s great. It’s always so much fun to play with you when you’re so complying.”  “G-Get away,” Rhys demanded while now clinging to the wall and praying that he was going in the right direction for his room, “I don’t… want you anywhere… n-near me…” Rhys wasn’t sure what his plan was anymore. He just wanted to get away from the madman in front of him but the most he could hope to manage was to lock himself away in his room. Not that it would matter. A locked door wouldn’t bar the other for long, but at this point, Rhys just had to do something. No matter how fruitless the attempt would turn out to be. “Just a little further down. You’re almost there, kiddo,” Timothy teased, already noting the sluggishness in Rhys’ actions, “Or you could always just come to me. That bruise on your head still hasn’t quite healed from last time, has it?” Rhys tensed with gritted teeth against the doorframe he found. He had no idea where it led. His cognition was already failing him. His fingers gripped tightly to the wood as Timothy prattled on, ruining his precious concentration. “What if you fall and break your arm this time? That’d be… problematic, I think.” “Be quiet.” “Quiet? Really? You’re always so noisy with Jack,” snipped the serial killer with a heavy dose of jealousy, “But now you suddenly want quiet?” “Tim… please…” whined Rhys, not even sure what he was begging for as he pressed his sweating forehead to the cool wall, “Stop.” “Stop what, Rhysie?”  “Please…” “Please. What.” The weight of the floorboards signified the other’s approach which left the drugged man for a loss as he slid down the doorframe in defeat. Rhys felt a pair of arms scoop him up with great care as the world blurred around him. Everything seemed to vibrate, making him uncomfortable, but hearing Tim’s voice felt like a lifeline. “Awww. Still with me, Rhys? This is a very special concoction of mine. Only my favorites ever get a taste of it… How do you feel?” Rhys gripped up into the gyroscopic vision of lights and shadows melded together. He felt the fabric of what was Timothy’s shirt, pulling him down desperately. “D-Don’t go. Don’t you dare… leave me like this…” pleaded Rhys weakly yet with a faint hint of anger. Even the mere act of putting words together had become a challenge, but the younger twin seemed to purr with delight from his answer. Rhys felt warm hands encircle his cold ones before smoothly guiding them back to the bed that he only just realized he had been placed upon. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart,” Tim replied as his weight was soon added atop the mattress. —End—Why do I keep envisioning that Tim just dresses Rhys like a cat? Gives him cat ears and a tail and just pets him like a madman. XD Geez. Huh. I might make the whole Rhys getting drugged to have mild amnesia an actual thing. Then Rhys starts getting slightly broken flashbacks, nightmares, and begins questioning his supposed picture perfect life with the Lawrence twins. Thanks, Anon! =D You just gave me a spot of inspiratiooooon! <3 Hope you liked your snippet!PPS: I had this written BEFORE but Tumblr cut my story out… Weird. Thankfully I saved it. Yaaay!

[spycethra]

=D *mind is broken from so much joy* I. Am. So. Down. Jack/Timothy jealousy is my liiiiife.

[spycethra]

@handsomepeacock XD Right?! Spider Jack can't stay on his pedestal forever. @frog-batter Not gonna lie. Handsome Jack and Spider Jack interacting sounds terrifying. Buuuut it would be interesting as all get out... Hmm. *tinkers*

[spycethra]

@handsomepeacock : -^.^- Awwwuuu, thank you~! I know it's not all that far in yet but I am determined to get it there! It's super elating to see you liked it so much though! X3 Makes it so worth it, friend!

[spycethra]

XD You guys are great. ( @bl-rhys and @skybloodfox ) No worries. I plan on continuing once someone gives me a fun idea as to why Jack is mad. This is legit where my Writer's Block was like: "Oh hey! Hi!" Thus I'm stuck. So any recommendations are welcome.

[spycethra]

@meerkatlyndz Sooo, not gonna lie. I've never messed with TimHelm nor have I read it. I do like the fan art though. But what the hell, eh? XD I tried it and I'll post it in a bit whilst tagging you. Thank you for your request! X3

[spycethra]

*comes busting in your inbox* You are a fantastic person and the tags and comments you leave on everything gives me life! Plus your writing is amazing!!! ALSO YOU ARE JUST GREAT

AW SHUCKS. *kicks at pebble all shy*

You’re such a dear. I swear. I can’t help it with your stuff though. XD It’s awesome. It really is. Thus all the silly tags I put, but it’s so worth it. Ahhhh… I super debated just letting this sit sweetly in my inbox (I like keeping Asks hostage when the make me smile) BUT I knew I had to let this one go free. Freeee! *lets it loose*

But thank you so very much, handsomepeacock! DX I’ve missed yooooou!!

Also, tangent, I super wanted to get a writing done for you, but I’m still tweaking it here and there. =3 Hopefully, you’ll get a kick out of iiiiit. You know, once I actually finish it. Ohhhh, I just had to make the bird and fish interact - at least once.

Feel free to give me suggestions on how to make it betterrrrr! Please for the love of Jack’s immaculate tail feathers! X3 I could always use the fun brainstorming.