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#percy jackon and the olympians#the lightning thief#luke castellan#grover underwood#annabeth chase#art#fanart#sketch#the lightning theif musical#tlt musical#i LOVE this musical sm u dont understand#the songs have been stuck in my head for several weeks and play on repeat everyday#(i have only red yellow and orange colored pencils rip rip)#last day of summet is one of my fav songs ever#esp luke's good kid reprise#SO COOL.......
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Solely for You | Spooktober 2023
❣ Summary: It’s always the ones with the pretty faces who have the filthiest kinks, and Hyunjin was not an exception. ❣
❣ Word Count: 2.4k
❣ Warnings: Kink discovery, feet kink, light mommy/miss kink, Sub! Hyunjin, Dom! Reader, smut, fluff, slight humor, slight cock stepping, clothed footjob, degradation, praise, begging, kinda forced orgasm, Hyunjin's embarrassed and Reader loves it ❣
❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣
❣ Additional Tags: Hyunjin is referred to as Hyune, my love, and pretty boy, Reader is referred to as my muse, baby, and miss. The pictures are solely for fishnet aesthetic only, there is no description of the reader visually or physically.
❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ Spooktober 2023
If there was one thing Hyunjin would say about himself, it would be the fact that he was helplessly in love with you in every sense of the word, for every sense of your existence - he loved you from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet.
Especially your feet.
Now, he wasn’t a man who advertised himself as having a feet kink - honestly, he didn’t even think he’d care what his potential partner’s feet would look like, but the more time he spent with you, the more intimacy that grew between the two of you, the more he realized his admiration for you stretched farther than he could’ve imagined.
It was fall, the season of coziness and embracing change, evidenced by the yellows, oranges, and reds of leaves decorating trees and spreading across the streets like pencil shavings - and with this change of scenery came the change of wardrobes.
Specifically, your wardrobe.
So many clothes came back into your rotation; hoodies, sweaters, sweatpants, skirts, leggings, and most importantly fishnet tights.
Oh, how he loved the fishnets.
The way you paired them underneath ripped jeans had his mind exploding, the variation of a slight grunge aesthetic or soft autumn vibe inspiring him in more ways than one - or the way you kept it simple by wearing them underneath a skirt of your choosing, he could never keep his eyes off of your legs.
However, the best of you wearing that stretchy netting would have to be the same way you were wearing them now; lounged comfortably on the couch after a small lunch date together, your outside outfit swapped for a large t-shirt that stopped just at the mid of your thigh while the coveted fishnets stretched down your thighs and around those pretty feet of yours.
The burnt red color of your nail polish was a nice choice - you always seemed to choose the perfect colors once the seasons changed.
Your legs were tucked slightly as you leaned against the arm of the couch, eyes glued to the tv as you watched the recap of some competitive show he had no energy to try to recall - nothing on that screen could’ve compared to the view of you right now, effortlessly beautiful without a care in the world.
“My love?”
Hyunjin blinked himself out of the stupor you fixed him in, humming, “Yeah?”
“I can feel you staring at me,” your lips pulled into a smirk as you fully met his gaze, “and I don’t know if you’re trying to make me catch a hint, or if you’re just really zoned out because you’re full.”
Gasping dramatically, his lips pulled into a pout, “I can’t just look at you because you’re pretty? Is this some new couple law? Do you have some handbook I don’t know about?”
“Oh my god,” a humored scoff floated past your lips, your right leg stretching out so you could nudge his thigh with your foot, “no, you drama queen! I just wanted to know if you wanted to say something, or if you’re waiting for my reaction because you watched this episode without me.”
His hand slid to lay over your ankle, a small smile gracing his lips when you settled into his touch, “You know I’d never do that-”
“Remember when you had that late practice and stayed at the dorms for the night?”
“I- You said it was okay!”
“I didn’t think you’d believe me!”
“I can’t read your mind!”
“I had to deal with Changbin sending me ‘spoilers without context’ pictures until I was able to watch it by myself!”
The silly argument dissolved into lighthearted giggles, your position now shifting so that your back was against the arm of the couch, legs splayed out and feet pleasantly resting against his sweatpant-clad thigh.
Your attention fell back toward the tv, and his would’ve followed suit if it weren’t for the subtle warmth radiating onto his thigh, his gaze dropping to your fishnet covered feet; the tiny pattern starting at your toes before branching up the tops of your feet and up your shins.
His left hand slid from your ankle to your foot, fingers tracing the nylon as his thumb grazed along the inside.
“Hyune, if you’re gonna do that, would you mind giving me a foot massage then? I promise I’ll give you one later, unless you want a back massage instead?”
Oh, fuck.
“Y-Yeah, I can do that, angel.”
Shifting so that he was mirroring the way you were sitting, he stretched his left leg alongside your right, corralling your feet near his crotch before scooting forward to give himself a comfortable position for the ensuing massage.
It started out perfectly fine, your right foot propped up on his thigh as his thumbs gently worked the pressure points he could recall from Felix’s many, many massage attempts on his own body - he could even feel you relaxing further, his heart swelling at the sight.
Though, his peace wouldn’t last for long; when the intro theme of the next episode floated through the speakers, you subtly danced to the catchy tune, humming along without a care in the world - and, as a further result, you began rocking your feet in time with the music.
Rocking your feet which were currently in his hold and personal space; wiggling your right foot as much as his slightly loose grip would allow, while rocking your left foot against his crotch.
Hyunjin’s breath hitched at the sudden pressure, glaringly aware of the chub he was sporting now victim to the light grazing of the bottom of your foot.
This could not be happening right now.
Just as fast as it started, it stopped - the sound of a commercial now floating through the air as your happy humming died down, though your left foot remained propped against the crotch of his sweatpants, the gentle pressure of the balls of your foot against his dick making his brain go haywire.
Could you feel him getting hard? Did you think it was weird? Why weren’t you saying anything- fuck, did you have to flex your foot down like that?
He didn’t have a foot kink, he didn’t have a foot kink - or a stocking kink for that measure, he just thought you were gorgeous, you were always gorgeous no matter what you were doing or what you wore.
But-
But.
He stole a glance to his crotch, the sight of your toes - prettily painted in the polish you asked him for his opinion on - decorated in the criss-cross webbing of your tights earning a soft whimper from the back of his throat.
“Hyune?”
The man shivered, his hips gaining a mind of their own as they tilted further into the sole of your foot - the slight increase of pressure sending goosebumps spreading along his pale skin.
Then, the unthinkable happened; you fully pressed your foot against his clothed dick, your toes wiggling lightly against where the tip laid.
Hyunjin moaned, eyelids fluttering when you rolled your ankle ever-so-slowly, massage completely forgotten as he simply held onto your right foot for support.
“Oh, my pretty boy-”
“I’m sorry,” he gasped, pretty pink lips set into a pout, “I- t-this is new, I swear, I haven’t- I never-”
“Easy, baby, relax - you know I’d never kink shame you, we’re each other’s safe spaces, remember?” You watched as he visibly relaxed, well, as much as he could with your foot still pressed against the erection straining his sweatpants. “If I’m honest, I kind of had a suspicion - nothing bad, but I’d always catch the way you’d stare, like you weren’t even aware you were doing it; or the times you’d go completely into ‘focus mode’ during foot massages, or when I’d ask you to help me with the buckle on my heels.”
A hot blush flushed his face in red, “Baby, my muse-”
“Your muse,” you hummed back, a soft smirk on your lips, “you always say how I inspire you, how I push you to do better, how you love everything about me - this is just you showing that you do, and this is me showing you that I accept it. Will you let me do that, Hyune? Can I show you how much I love your love?”
The sultry stare you were giving him made him feel like he was two seconds away from dying and going to heaven, the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth being the points of contact he had on you.
With a shallow breath, and a thick swallow, he found himself nodding his head.
“Please.”
“Alright, pants off for me, pretty boy - leave your boxers on.”
He fought the cry of disdain when you pulled your legs toward your body, taking away the sweet pressure he was quickly getting used to, and hastily made work of tugging his gray sweatpants down his slender legs and dropping them unceremoniously on the floor.
You eagerly took in the lengthy print of his dick through his red briefs, the matching elastic band adoringly labeled ‘loverboy’ disappearing underneath the hem of his t-shirt.
“Look at you, this hard for me already?”
An embarrassed whine of your name fell from his lips, the blush traveling down his neck nearly rivaling the color of his underwear, “It didn’t help when you kept grinding on it!”
Raising an eyebrow, you sat up straight, “It didn’t help, hm?” Stretching your legs back out, you pressed the sole of your right foot against his cock instead, applying more pressure than you did before, “So you need more than that, is that what you’re telling me, Hyune? Need to feel me harder?”
Hyunjin nearly fell back, managing to catch himself on a throw pillow as a desperate moan shot from his mouth, “A-Ah- oh fuck!”
“Answer me, my love,” you dug your foot harder, practically stepping against the throbbing shaft, “it’s not enough to see my feet all dolled up for you, no, you need to have them on you - worship them like you do the rest of my body.”
“Y-Yes! Yes - wanna worship them, m-my muse, wanna worship you!”
A sinister laugh bubbled from your chest, the sight of him falling apart without you having to touch him with your hands sparking a fire in your stomach as you ground your foot in slow, circular motions.
You couldn’t help but notice the darkened red fabric around his tip, the cotton soaking up the precum he was undoubtedly leaking underneath his briefs.
“It’s always the ones with the pretty faces who have the filthiest kinks, isn’t that right, baby?” Your lips curled into a smirk when he keened, hips bucking up against your foot at an uneven pace, “What else do you want me to find out, hm? Anything you’re waiting for me to discover? Hell, you already let me use you like a pussy drunk toy sometimes - you always come the hardest when I’m in charge, taking care of you like a mommy would.”
The minute that word left your lips, a shivering gasp left your black-haired boyfriend, lust fogged eyes gazing at you in equal parts embarrassment and pure need, “P-Please, I-”
“Mommy, hm? Is that what does it? Or, maybe something formal like mistress, miss-”
“M-Miss,” Hyunjin whimpered, hips jerking through the uncoordinated footjob he was trying to initiate, “mommy i-is… okay, but Miss-” a shiver ran down his spine, eyes rolling when your dragged your foot up, your toes grazing against the flare of his cockhead, “-fuck, Miss is b-better.”
The airy, lilted tone in his voice made your head spin, the title stroking your ego in ways you hadn’t expected - there would definitely be more chances to explore that.
“My love,” you cooed, a sickeningly sweet smile curling your lips, “My sweet, dirty love, Miss promises to take good care of you, okay?”
His head lolled back, eyes fluttering shut and pink lips parted in an unabashed moan, “I-I’m gonna come - oh my god, ‘m gonna come.”
“Really? We haven’t even kissed - I haven’t even seen that gorgeous dick of yours, and you’re already about to come? All because of my feet?”
He whined, a pitiful sound emanating from the back of his throat, hands gripping the cushions underneath him, “I-It’s not like that- shit, y-you’re so beautiful a-and - ah- the fishnets, they- oh, fuck, please let me come, Miss!”
“Look at me, my love.”
He brought his head back down, black strands tickling his sweat-slickened forehead as rounded, desperate eyes gazed into your focused stare.
“Come.”
His dick throbbed under the sole of your foot, urging you to press against him just a bit more, the frantic thrusts of his hips shaking your leg as he fucked himself against your foot; mouth falling open in a loud moan of your name.
Hot ropes of cum spread along his hip, the cotton of his briefs immediately soaking up his release with a dark red stain left behind, putting the previous stain of precum to shame and making him feel utterly filthy.
Eventually the twitching of his dick slowed, and the jerking of his hips stopped as he settled back onto the couch - a small flinch shooting through his body when you gently prodded at his softening length with your toe.
Bringing your legs back to your end of the couch, you maneuvered yourself onto your knees and crawled between his still open legs, “Hyune?”
He blinked dazedly, breathing heavily as he attempted to recover from one of the many mind blowing orgasms of his life. “Y-Yeah?”
Hands finding their way to his cheeks, you gently held his face as you placed an even gentler kiss to his lips - laughing softly when he tried following you as you pulled away. “You did so good for me, you know that? And I meant everything I said before; I love how much you love me - personally I think I love you more than you love me - and I’m glad that includes every part of me, too.”
The look in his eyes could have only been best described as adoration and pure, unadulterated love, his larger hands coming up to cover your own with ease.
“You could never know how much I love you - I don’t think they’ve discovered the words for me to even try to describe it.” Dipping his head forward, plush lips brushed against your own, “But I can show you, if you’ll let me.”
A short laugh escaped you, eyes shining in mischief as you nodded, “You know… I really, really love your hands, it might even be a kink of mine.”
Hyunjin smirked, eyes narrowing at your attempt of a tease, “Then let me show you how much I love your love - have you worship them like the rest of me.”
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tma-dragon posting. i love them so much actually. okay so explanations and elaboration and other possiblities for each of them because i love them so much
^^ buried
-wingless. buried dragons wouldn't have/need/want wings, since wings would only be a disadvantage in tight spaces.
-i didn't really include this, but i imagine they'd have longer claws. like if you look up mole paws? their claws are long and curved slightly. this is to help them dig!!
-just to help tell them apart, the patches on them are meant to be dirt/mud from being underground
-the leaf-tail is literally JUST for aesthetics tbh. that doesn't really have a practical use.
-optional: the plants on their backs! that probably wouldn't actually happen (probably just moss/lichen, if anything) due to how much they'd brush against tunnel walls and things. but its neat to me.
-also, the thing in the dragon's front claw is meant to be a coffin shape
-mudwings from wof would be Buried dragons ^-^
^^ corruption
-bug/beetle wings!! mostly because i think it would be neat!!
-holes/bugs all over. look, we all know jane prentiss ok.
-not much to say abt this one actually. besides the bug wings its just. a dragon version of jane prentiss.
-silkwings from wof would be corruption. just because Bugs.
^^ dark
-shadows :D they are like living shadows its very cool (this is the best thing i could come up with as a visual difference for the dark. i think its neat).
-other than that, shaped like a normal dragon!!
-leafwings from wof would be dark. LOOK i know you're thinking but MIST wouldn't leafwings be BURIED or CORRUPTION cause PLANTS? shouldn't NIGHTWINGS be DARK? and like. you're not wrong. but listen. dark is about what lurks unseen, about hiding, about the unknown. and what is the Whole leafwings arc in the first book (or two? its been awhile) of the third series about? its about the leafwings being hidden from the world. lurking in the shadows.
^^ desolation
-wings of fire, literally ;D
-tail that ends in a flame
-like. basically a phoenix in dragon form!!
-i can't show the Colors with pencil, but i imagine that the darker shades in this image would be reds, fading into orange, fading into yellows. like fire!!
-i just love this drawing actually. the gradient of the wings is so nice. yes i am just going to appreciate my own art. thats why i make things. its for Me.
-skywings from wof would be Desolation dragons
^^ end
-like with the dark, this is my attempt to come up with a visual difference for end dragons!!
-living skeletons. living death!!
-drawing end dragons is actually a good exercise in anatomy ^-^
-i think that they could Optionally have the ripped wings look. you know what i mean.
^^ eye
-in all honesty i just liked the idea of eye wings. like. LOOK AT THAT. behold, if you will ;)
-eye on the chest because why not. it doesnt have to be there. mostly just Eyes where there should Not be Eyes.
-and then the green Beholding eye for the actual eye. this is important to me and only me
-appreciate the wings again.
^^ flesh
-the wings here are more rounded!! to give more of a fleshy feel. they're more... moulded. if you know what i mean.
-mouths where mouths definitely Should Not Be.
-other ideas i thought about were making the tail wider, adding extra joints to the toes, and just generally messing with anatomy a bit.
^^ hunt
-the pose in this one was important to me. this is a Predator, and it is stalking its prey.
-specific focus on IT HAS TEETH. yes all dragons have teeth but hunt dragons have bigger teeth yk.
-sorta fuzzy around the edges? meant to imply that there's fur there.
-almost like a dragon crossed with a wolf. just generally wolflike/predatory.
-and in the background, the Hunt symbol ^-^
^^ lonely
-another one where the pose was important. im very proud of it actually i like it a lot :D
-nothing visibly different about lonely dragons actually. lonely avatars really don't have that many physical changes.
-because of this i just went crazy with the fog/clouds
-icewings from wof are lonely. i originally put them as slaughter but i think lonely suits them with their isolated little kingdom. also sandwings are slaughter.
^^ slaughter
-this was accidental but it's like. longer than the other dragons. which actually works quite well.
-those wings need to be like 5x bigger but you see the ripped look i mentioned earlier
-its a spiky thing. its purposefully a lot sharper than the other dragons; its snout is more pointed & it's got spikes down its spine
-blood/gore/scars all over it. because slaughter.
-sandwings from wof are slaughter because. well. spoiler alert. slaughter = war & sandwings are. very much at war for a very long time.
^^ spiral
-obsessed with this thing actually. its like a chameleon-deer-dragon. i love it.
-horns big and swirly/curved.
-tail long and spiralling
-thats. about it really. then u just gotta imagine it all colorful and distorted and u've got it.
-rainwings from wof would be spiral. literally just cause Colors. they fit the vibe. funky dudes /pos
^^ stranger
-okay this thing is freaky /pos
-do you know the owl mosters from toh. cause this feels like them. i don't know if i accidentally drew inspiration from them or what but yeah.
-an all-black, smooth-skinned dragon (the wings are just not shaded so u can actually see them)
-hivewings from wof would be web because of the whole mind control thing.
^^ vast
-i could have gone bigger with the wings i think. the only thing the vast rlly has is GIANT FUCKING WINGS cause dragons are already like. basically creatures of the vast.
-i think seawings from wof best fit the vast. its just the water connection yk.
^^ web
-not really any major physical changes, but you've gotta put cobwebs on web avatars. they're really hard to see actually they just blend in with the scales but they're There.
-i really wanted to do a sorta puppeted pose for the web. this made it like 100000x harder for myself but it actually doesn't look half bad.
-nightwings from wof would be web. hear me out, they are absolutely the dragons that would try to manipulate people. have u read the books. also they have fancy mind powers, and darkstalker particularly is like DEFINITELY web.
#the otter splashes#the otter sketches#tma#tma dragons#tw body horror#tw blood#tw scopophobia#i just wanted to ramble tbh
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Red Eyes part 2
Okay, im starting to love this Au,
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it is nightime in the dormitory of Shinjuku..
The bright crescent moon shines its luminescent like shine on the entirety of Tokyo, A small bench is layed in the center of the dormitory, Where a young chubby student is sitting,staring at they’re intertwined fingers as they sang a harmonious melody, They sing as if they’re releasing something deep, something of a sharp feeling, that they began to tear up as they sang to what appears to be a high note of the song, Swaying from left to right, in full throttle,not knowing they’re familiar voice is going to be heard by the other sleeping students.
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And they woke someone up...
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{Door opens}
.A Orange haired student, waiks towards the hallway to investigate, who is singing such an harmonious tone, There they spot they’re two closest classmates as they watch from above, as the singing fluffy haired sang to their heart’s content.. They listen to their tone, their voice and the way they sing, they are now completely immersed into listening them sing now, as the redhead starts to suggest something.
Ryota: Shiro, should we,?
Shiro: Just a few more minutes..
Kengo: Im recording them,
Moritaka: Comrades?,
Everyone: Shhh...
Moritaka: Oh, apologies, Looks like we’re all awoken due to Harumo’s singing.
Ryota: Yeah, but, i didn’t even know they sing so good..
Kengo: im gonna show this to Harumo,at the guild.
Shiro: Save me a copy.
Kengo: What?
They continue to listen to their musical and tuneful voice, not knowing that a tall figure is slowly approaching the quiet four,
Mr Mononobe: Why are you all out of your rooms?
Everyone: Ahhh!..
Harumo: Huh?..
Shiro: Mr Mononobe?, I..i..
Mr Mononobe: No need Shiro, first time hearing Harumo sing is like one of a million chances,
Harumo: Were you guys there this entire time?!..
Ryota: We’re sorry Harumo, it was just really good,
Kengo: And i got all on video!.
Harumo: You recorded me?!
Kengo: What?!, Its good content!
Shiro: Im really sorry Harumo, i didn’t mean to, i just..
Moritaka: Most humblest apologies friend, i was so drawn to your singing that i lost focus.
Harumo: ahhh...this is so embarassing!
Ryota: But, you sound really great when you were singing!
Harumo:Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...
Mr Mononobe: Alright everyone go back to your rooms, You know you have a test tomorrow.
Ryota: A T-TEST?!...
Shiro: Yes Ryota, why’d you think we held those study sessions.
Ryota: Oh,,y-yeah, i know that!,hehehe!
Moritaka: Lets do our absolute best tomorrow, Ryota,
Ryota: {In not going to be able to sleep tonight}
Kengo: Hey partner!, Good singing back there!
Harumo: Ahhhhhh....
Moritaka: There’s nothing to be ashamed off Harumo, you sang beautifly, I never heard such a meliodic tune before!
Ryota: When did you learn how to sing like that?..
Harumo: Uhhh..From Gabriel?
Shiro: That explains the trips then..
Without further discussion, the stunned students, all went back to their dorms and went to sleep...
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{Harumo’s dorm}
Lights off, only the torquoise ray of the moon luminates a small portion of your room, You appear to be having a nightmare you brows go lower, your eyes squinting at something that isn’t needed to be focused on.
{Harumo”s Dream}
Harumo: W-Where am i?!...Why is it hot in here?!, This is a dream!
Unknown creature: {Breathes fire}
Harumo: Ahh!,,what the?!,,,what the heck is that!
An Unknowing creature that almost the same height as Shinjuku Academy, stands before you, With its wine like scales, its tin like claws buried in the ground of dream state, Spine chilling as it looks directly into your eyes with its scarlet glare, almost as if its peering straight to your soul.
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Unknown creature1: ......Harumo.....
Harumo: It knows my name?!, Who are you?!...and what are you doing in my dream!?
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Unknown creature: ..I AM A DRAGON...
Harumo:A dragon?,,Then, why are you attacking me!?
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No response from your interrogation, the dragon like creature stands there, with its intimidating stature as well as its aura like glow, looming around it, But thats not all,
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Harumo: Another one?,,,what the?!,,,
Out the blue, you are surronded by 5 dragon like creatures, each with their own distinctive features, the creature to your left is a turqiouse like its from the ocean, to your right, you see a moss green with what appears to be two vine like tentacles etched at the top of their head,
To your south-east stands A lavender colored with its shiny scales, To your south-west stands, An earthly colored dragon, as you can tell from its boulder like skin,
Harumo: Wha?!,,,who are you all?, why is there,,,, 5 dragons around me?
Confuse as you are shift your gase to each and every dragon that intimidates you,As they all radiate a glow that matches their features, you can’t tell what they are, as they stare down on you,confuse and worried,for you can’t summon your sword to defend yourself, .
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{ROAR!}
Harumo: Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!
Harumo: {Gasp}
{Alarm clock ringing}
You’ve awoken from your nightmarish like dream, for as look at your window, Rays of sunlight pierced your awoken eyes, you check the time, to see its early in the morning, which is unordinary,
Harumo: What was that?....Those...dragons..
{Salomon appears}
Lil Salomon: Good Morning Master!, Whaaaa!
Harumo: Whoah!, is something wrong?
Lil Salomon: Master, your..eyes..
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Harumo: {Gasp in surprise}
You stared at the mirror for a while to process, a sudden change..
Harumo: What happened to my eyes?..
Sunflower colored eyes, shines dimly in your eyelids as it started to glow more like a rising sun, you panic and stumble to your wooden floor in distress,
Lil Salomon: Master.!
Harumo: Hah...hah...what happened Lil Salomon?,
Lil Salomon: Harumo, calm down for a sec, breath slowly,
Following your faithful buttler’s suggestion you slowly inhale and exhaled your anxiety and distress away, and it worked,
Harumo: {Inhale.....Exhale}
Lil Salomon: Thats it Master, slowly...
Harumo: .....Okay..im calm..
Lil Salomon: Master look!, your eyes!,,,they’ve changed back!
From Yellow to change back to your usual grey colored eyes, you breath in relief for as you thought something changed in you,for what could be the reason of the sudden change in the color of your eyes?.
The question looms on your mind, but you seem to forgot something much more important,
Harumo: Crap!, the test is this time!,
Lil Salomon: But master!, what about your-
Harumo: We’’ll taik about that later!, I have a test to go to!
Rushing back and forth your room, to get yourself ready to attend another hopefully ordinary day in Shinjuku Academy,
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[Shinjuku Academy}
Harumo: Hah,,,hah,,,,hah,,i made it!
Ryota: Guys, its Harumo!, Hi Harumo!
Harumo: Hey guys!, looks like i made it in time!
Shiro: Its good that you’re not late this time.
Kengo:....
Harumo: Did all of you study?
Shiro: Hahah, no need to ask me that question.
Ryota: A little bit.
Shiro: What?, but we held a study session in the guild yesterday!
Ryota: Hehehe, it kinda slipped my mind?
Moritaka: I studied everything the exam has in store for me, so im fully confident in my knowledge.
Toji:*Nods*
Kengo: i suddenly have a bad feelin today.
Shiro: Oh?.
Kengo: Hey Harumo!, Did something happened to you?
Harumo: Huh?
Shiro: Whats wrong Kengo?
Kengo: Or is it just my imagination?
Harumo:{Does Kengo know about my eyes?}
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Mr Mononobe: All right!, Students go back to your seats and prepare a pencil,pen,and eraser,
Shiro: Everyone Stand!, Bow!
Everyone Good Morning Mr Mononobe!
Mr Mononobe: Okay, sit down, this is your second semester examination, And i trust you all not to cheat!, understand?!
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Mr Mononobe: All right, you can begin!.
.Ryota: Goodluck on the test Everyone!
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.????: HEY WHOEVER HARUMO IS, COME OUT!
Everyone hearing the angry request, they look towards the window to look upon a large muscular figure along with 5 canine therians behind them as if they’re bodyguards.
Harumo: Who are they?
Mr Mononobe: Now class, stay put!, im going to check what it is.
???:HEY HARUMO YOU BETTER COME OUT! OR MY BOYS WILL YOU!
Harumo: Who are you?!
???: Oh..so you’re Harumo!.. Come down here!, i want to have a nice clean chat with you!
Kengo: This asshole needs a total beating if he knows whats coming for him!
Moritaka: How dare they act so impudently infront of our school!
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Mr Mononobe, acting as the guardian of the student requested, confronts the unknown figure with his bodyguards,
Mr Mononobe: Now ,now, may i ask who are you?, what businness do you have with one of my students?
???: Hey old man!, How about you bring me your student Harumo here, They have a lot of nerve messing with my boys yesterday, and i can’t sit still about the way they were treated.
Mr Mononobe: .....Im not going give Harumo...
???: Well then....
Mr Mononobe:Oof!
Everyone; Mr Mononobe!
Harumo: DAD!.....GRRRRRRR!!
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Shiro: Harumo?....
Squeesing the window frame, you failed to notice a sudden change in your eyes,
Ryota: Harumo your eyes are turning red!
Harumo: HOW DARE YOU!!
???: Now!,Come out!
{Opens the app}
Harumo: Grrraaa!!!
Shiro: Harumo let us help!
Ryota: You don’t have to do this alone!
Blinded by your own fury, you redered the ties of gavity and flew towards the group who hurted your father like guardian,
Harumo::HOW.DARE.YOU HURT MY FATHER!!!!!
Mr Mononobe: Harumo?...
???: Lets teach this punk a lesson! Get him boys!
Harumo: OUT OF MY WAY!
Armed with claws, the canine therians, gracefully cut, bruised you piece by piece as your uniform gets ripped bit by bit, revealing your chubby body piece by piece, but they don’t realised, ...
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It was a huge mistake..
Canine therian1: What the hell is that skin made of!?
Canine therian 2:It feels as if we’re hitting rocks !
From the onlookers, especially the summoners, they stare in confusion as they haven’t seen this side of their loving guildmaster, While the other students stare blankly aas they are both amased or shock to see the transfer student fight against 6 against 1.
Now back to the fight,
???: What are you all doing!?, go one and kill that bastard!
Canine Therian 1 :But boss!, something is weird about this kid,We can’t cut them!
Canine therian3:They have two swords!, and...what are they doing?
Shiro: *Gasp* No! don’t’ Harumo! don’t use the Double Dragon on them! Kengo: Harumo!,Harumo don’t use it, they’re worth it!
Banging on the green dome enclosing everyone inside, the muscular students pleas go to occupied ears, as they are full of rage, as seen by the wine red color change of their eyes.
Harumo: Salomon!,
Lil Salomon: Master!,this tecnique is not worth using on them!,Reconsider your decision!
Harumo: They hurt my dad..so punishment is needed!
Lil Salomon: I know, ive seen it, but look!, Father is okay now! you don’t have to use the Double Dragon technique on them, it will kill them for sure!
Harumo: No one can die inside the battle area. I’ll make them remember this pain!
Boss: Pst, what, is that a secret move your doing?, Then go one,give me your best shot!
Kengo: You moron!, you have no idea what that move is!, it could literally destroy a meteor! You’re only digging your own graves!
Mr Mononobe: HARUMO!!
Harumo: *Gasp in surprise*
Waiking from behind, Mr Mononobe approaches you calmly as you are about to unleash the one technique that could destroy even the mightiest of foes.
Mr Mononobe: ....Don’t become a monster....
Harumo:.....
Bated breath and a silent stare, for you forget that you are in a midst of a battle, taking advantage of the confrontation,
Harumo: Oof!
Mr Mononobe: Harumo!
Kengo: Hey thats cheating!
Boss: Ooh, did i disturb something!,
Harumo: *sigh*
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“Dragonborn”
Harumo: This voice...!
Mr Mononobe: Harumo!..Ahhh!!
Boss: Don’t butt in old man..
Harumo: Mr Mononobe?.
Boss: Hahaha,,this,, all i have to do?...This is pathetic
Harumo: Crap!
Sacred artifact Hammer in the hands of the figure looking down on you, Prepares to drop their hammer the same width of their muscular figure, on you, as if their about to execute someone’s head off, and
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Mr Mononobe: ..Hey punk..
Boss:....
Harumo and Kengo: Mr Mononobe?
Boss: You’re next so--
Like the sound of a wet towel amplified about 5 times,the painful sound can be heard from the second floor where the other students gase upon from, your finisher, launched towards the side, due the massive power coming from the loving Mr Mononobe’s punches..
Harumo and Kengo: Ah....ah.....
Boss’s henchmen: B-Boss?....Holy crap he’s knocked down cold!
The onlooking students can only leave their mouths open for flies to come in and out, as they have witness a teacher, turned into a heavyweight boxer, The Summoners stood in disbelief as they have witness a teacher’s capability in protecting their precious students...
Mr:Harumo..Are you okay?
Harumo: I think he’s not okay..
Lil Salomon: I didn’t even know Father can throw a punch like that!..
Mr Mononobe: Us teachers should know how to fight,if we want to protect our precious students.
Kengo: Holy smokes!.....Harumo you okay?
Harumo: Y-yeah, im okay, though im healed now, so don’t worry.
Boss’s Henchmen: Hurry lets get the boss outta here!
Mr Mononobe: I let this slide for once, But if you all dare to come after to one of my students...Then expect it to be 10x more harder.
Boss’s henchmen: Nnngg,,,,We will never bother you all again sir!
With their boss in tow, they scidaddled out of sight,,
Kengo: Don’t ever comeback here assholes!
Mr Mononobe: I’ll forgive your word for now Takabushi,,For now, lets head back to class now, You still have that exam.
Harumo: R-Right...
Mr Mononobe: You..refer me as...your dad?
Harumo: Crap!,,you heard that!
Mr Mononobe: Hahaha!, how about it..son..
Harumo:*gasp*.....Yes Dad!
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Just Below the Surface (Taywhora) - Phryne
A/N: Hello all and welcome to the shark fic, an absolute labor of stupidity, a half-processed thought come to live in the middle of the night. This fic is inspired by @incorrectdruk’s post. Please comment and like if you’ve enjoyed; it means the world! Also a shout out to my wonderful girlfriend, @scarletenvy, who reviewed and supported me throughout this fic. All my love to you.
Tayce tries to get Aurora out of a design funk by taking her to the aquarium for some inspiration. Aurora has never actually seen a tiger shark in real life—she gets a rude awakening about sharks, and imminent failure.
When her drab little apartment is getting her down, with its peeling pre-war paint and hard water stains; when the rain no longer feels soothing and mesmerizing and sleek; when Aurora finds herself tapping her pencil against her face instead of against her sketch pad, Tayce insists on a change of scenery, even when sheets of rain are splattering against their windows.
She comes up behind Aurora, spreading her fingers over her shoulder. It’s a risk, knowing that Aurora might startle and throw her head back into Tayce’s nose, but she kisses the crown of her head anyway. “Not going good, is it?”
Aurora groans, but nonetheless leans into the touch. “Looks that way, doesn’t it?” She holds up her sketch pad with nothing more than the model on the page.
“Reckon you can’t send nudity down the runway, love?” Tayce laughs, digging her thumbs into the base of Aurora’s neck. “Though I’d call off work to model that one for you.”
Ignoring the quip, but for quirking a brow, Aurora shrugs out of the touch and continues. “I’ve got nothing. No inspiration. No real idea. No thoughts about structures or colors or fabric I’d like to work with.” She slams the pencil down. “I’ve started from every square one I can think of and I’ve still got nothing. I’m supposed to put more of myself into these designs but myself is giving me nothing useful.”
As much as Tayce understood the classic Aurora ‘I’m not amounting to anything, everything I do is dull and boring and meaningless, but, insert forced laugh here, if I give up now I can still be your sugar baby, right?’ speech was coming, and would typically be chased by a reminder that she was only a couple years younger, exceedingly talented, and a retail worker’s salary could never sustain both of their tastes, Tayce decides to cut off the monologue before it even starts.
“Let’s go.” Tayce says, releasing Aurora’s shoulders and giving a hearty clap. “Grab your slicker, we’re going to the aquarium.”
Aurora hums before letting the request fully sink in. “Why are we going to see a bunch of scum covered fish?” She pauses, pushes her hair out of her face and tries again. “It’s a lovely idea, but I don’t have much time for a date right now. I need sketches and fabric samples by Monday.”
But Tayce ignores her, taking the pencil and pad from Aurora’s hands and stuffing them into her purse. She continues absently, “There’s a new tiger shark exhibit that I think—”
“A fucking tiger shark?” Aurora turns around, resting her arms on the back of her chair, glancing up at Tayce and speaking through that Cheshire Cat smile of hers. “You’re telling me we’ve got a tiger shark now?”
Tayce feels herself brighten along with her. “It looks rather interesting, world’s greatest predator and all—”
“Of course it is, it’s a tiger shark. Like, just try to think of something more fierce than that.” Aurora punctuates every word as she hauls her purse into her lap and sweeps the contents of her desk inside, zipping the top even as her fuchsia and forest green pencils stick out from the corners, muttering on about the world’s greatest predator, how it’s an absolute destroyer.
Tayce takes Aurora’s sudden disinterest in organizing her pencils into their case—by most to least used—as her cue to leave and slip on her boots, already wearing a pleased little smile.
*
They settle into the tube, Aurora securing her umbrella before sitting down next to Tayce. It’s easy to find a seat, the car less crowded than usual, likely thanks to the weather. Aurora thinks she’d like to stay inside with the rest of London, put the kettle on, and work in the living room where she can see the damp landscape before her and Tayce on the couch beside her, but that wasn’t working before. So here she is, wet blonde hair plastered to her forehead, the thought of seeing the tiger shark still coursing through her, lighting her like neon.
“Concept: a tiger shark suit,” Aurora poses, just as Tayce holds her hand out for Aurora’s purse. She obliges and continues. “A little shift on the color forecast. Instead of yellow and grey—so bloody industrial, I’m thinking orange and grey. Would need a poly to get that wet-look of vinyl though…”
Aurora tends to work like this, rambling off her ideas in a whirlwind, usually tearing apart the flat for the nearest pad of paper to get it all down before the idea’s lost forever and she’s left pouting while Tayce is trying to work as well. She’s become used to the smattering of Post-It pads around the house, reminding Aurora to dig the pens out of her pockets before running the wash, cheeky grins as she pulls pencils out from Aurora’s frantically done bun before properly lying down for bed. It’s endearing though, the chaos Aurora works in, the way Tayce’s chaos stabilizes Aurora’s.
So Tayce digs around in the tote until she pulls out a little baggie with her croissant, and Aurora’s notebook, pleased at how she’s taken to the leather bound folio Tayce gifted her for their last anniversary. She hands it over before picking at the almonds atop her croissant, adding, “bitch to make though, isn’t it?”
Aurora knows what Tayce is referencing and almost shudders at the thought of more vinyl after her Spring/Summer 19’ collection. She spent hours on end cursing the fabric, trying not to tear the tissue between, which she used to help the panels float smoothly under the presser foot as she sewed them. On an industrial machine, no less, which was a bitch to haul up into their flat. It was a disaster to get an invisible zipper into the gown, the damn thing ripping itself out with every try-on. And at the end of it all, she had to sew Tayce into the finale catsuit not fifteen minutes before the show, which meant she had to cut her right out of the garment at the end of the show, with her girlfriend’s reassurance that it was “bloody sexy” and “what’s a little bit of scissoring between two lesbians?” doing little to sage her qualms about ruining hours of work in a snip.
“Maybe some treated leather.” Aurora nods solemnly and writes notes wildly, not sure she’ll even be able to read anything besides the “SS19” with an angry cross over it when she reviews them later. “Either way, I’m thinking it’s going to be fierce, especially if I can figure out the movement; move like the tiger shark, no? To get that floating through water feeling.”
Aurora doesn’t expect an answer, seeing that Tayce is occupied with picking almonds off of the pastry. She holds her hand out for them, throwing them back in one shot before taking half the pastry as well. “Why get the one with almonds if you just got to pick them off?”
“The taste, the flavor,” Tayce says through a bite. “And I know you prefer them, so…”
Aurora gives her a light shove before pulling her back in by the crook of her arm. “You’re soft,” she taunts, capping her pen and sticking it in her hair.
“We can’t all be tiger shark ladies, babe.” She gives her pastry a deep bite, raising her brows at Aurora as she does so, if for nothing but to catch a chuckle from her, from what was a miserable day.
Aurora shakes her head, but nonetheless shifts closer, taking a bite and swallowing quickly. “Stupid, absolutely dense—”
“—The idiocy, the dullness, dimwittedness, superficiality of it all,” Tayce continues, brushing the crumbs off of her black trench jacket, picking a couple tricky ones out of the red stitching with her nail. Head resting against Aurora’s still damp shoulder, she adds between a cheeky grin, “We gotta finish up; Waterloo’s in just a bit.”
*
By the time Aurora gets her things gathered and finds the umbrella, Tayce is taking her hand and leading them to the exit. They schlep along to County Hall, Tayce holding the umbrella high above them, Aurora wrapped around Tayce’s arm, bundled up against her, pressing her bag flush against her side. She’s practically buzzing by the time they reach the aquarium, her childish enthusiasm endearing, and Tayce feels it bubble up in her as well. It’s contagious really, Aurora’s joy. It practically travels through the air, filling the room.
“Here, let me,” Aurora says, fishing for her wallet as they approach the ticket counter. “Since I’m spending our date looking at a shark.”
“Tell me what you really think of me, why don’t you,” Tayce quips back, laying on as much annoyance as she can while still holding a grin, studying the exhibit poster in front of them.
Aurora takes her card back, muttering as she stuffs it back into its slot. “It’s the world’s fiercest predator, babe. I don’t know what to tell you.” She hands Tayce her ticket before taking her hand, dragging her to the queue. “It’s me in animal form, though I wouldn’t typically pair black and orange, especially for spring.”
Tayce breathes out a laugh. “Then what am I?”
“Dunno. Maybe a squid.”
This time, Tayce fully cackles. “A squid?” she asks, and she feels the rest of the queue turn to look at them. She shakes her head playfully as Aurora eyes her long legs and arms before she shrugs, already moving on, focused on a poster next to the queue.
“Or maybe an absolute hound.” Aurora pokes Tayce’s side before wrapping herself around Tayce’s arm, tugging them forward.
“Shark fact,” Aurora continues, reading off the line-marker. “Tiger sharks have a near completely undiscerning palate. Some tiger sharks have eaten sting rays, birds, squids, old tires—even other sharks.”
“Sounds like you, A’Whora,” Tayce teases, pulling her in closer, draping an arm around her shoulder.
Aurora rolls her eyes and pats Tayce’s forearm. “I obviously only go for the finest of squids,” she says, before glancing up and giving a pronounced chomp.
“Babe, please don’t bite my pussy.”
Aurora doesn’t get to respond, finding herself right in front of the ticket scanner, who’s shifting around a bit in his uniform, unable to look at the two women in front of him. Not that Tayce or Aurora particularly care about offending some greasy twenty year-old boy at an aquarium with the concept of pussy. He scans their tickets and gives them a nod, so they walk off toward the exhibit, breaking into laughter once they clear the lobby.
The hallways are lined with fish, of all different colors and sizes, flitting in and out of coral and anemones and grasses. There’s a reception class gathered around a circular tank, trying to find the Nemo, but to no avail. Tayce knows that usually, Aurora would stop by the tank and help the kids out, wholeheartedly join this hunt for the orange and white fish. She’d remind the kids that the little clownfish might be taking a break in his anemone, just like he did in the movie, but that he’ll surely come out, especially if they’re kind and patient. And usually, Tayce would stand back a few feet and watch the scene play out, heart swelling in the process.
Today, however, Tayce’s heart is going double-time as Aurora takes her hand and pulls her through the crowd. Aurora’s on a mission, weaving in between strollers and other couples, skirting behind tour guides as they explained how algae grows, following the signs pointing toward the tiger shark exhibit with a cutting precision Tayce hadn’t seen since last year’s Arlington sample sale.
Aurora breaks free when she sees the tank, running up to it and practically smashing herself up against the glass, with no care for the second years or the family of four next to her.
Tayce catches up. “Love, you don’t gotta press your tits up against the glass, he knows you got them,” she breathes out, wrapping an arm around Aurora’s waist, pulling her back in the process.
“What the fuck,” Aurora whispers. The look of wonder she once carried is replaced with shock, her face fallen, a dangerous pout forming. “That’s not a tiger shark.” She trains her eyes to the tank and speaks quietly, pointedly, like she’s jabbing the shark with each syllable. “That’s just a shark.”
Tayce gives her a moment, her own lips pursed as she studies Aurora, then the shark, then Aurora again, searching for the disconnect but unable to find it. She was so excited to see it, but in a moment, something had gone exceptionally wrong.
She gives up, drumming her fingers against Aurora’s waist, before pointing to the sign. “We went to the right place, babe. The sign says it’s Oliver the tiger shark and he’s 17 years old…today.” Tayce turns Aurora toward the sign, but her feet stay firmly planted, her eyes trained on the shark. Nonetheless, she continues. “It’s his birthday, love.”
“Fuck his birthday,” Aurora grumbles, head following the shark as it passes by them. “He doesn’t look like a bloody tiger shark to me. Why’s he gray? Where’s the stripes?”
“Aww, he’s old. That’s why he doesn’t have any stripes.”
Aurora shakes her head like Tayce doesn’t get it, and frankly, she doesn’t. As far as Tayce sees, it’s a perfectly good shark, swimming about, living his life, being as inspirational as any shark can be. But Aurora’s miffed, her mood as clouded and dreary as the weather outside.
She hikes her purse up her shoulder and leans forward again, her nose and two fists pressed right against the glass. “You’re a filthy liar, Oliver.”
“Babe, it’s a shark—”
“I’ll still fight an old bastard like you. You’ll pay for your lies.”
Tayce takes her by the shoulders and spins her around, marching them out of the exhibit. “Ok, you can’t fight a shark so it’s time to leave him alone. Time to find some other inspiration in the…” Tayce looks up at the next exhibit’s sign as they walk. “…sea spiders.” She shakes her head. “Christ.”
As they walk away, Aurora softens, though she’s still dreary and listless. The spiders, of course, aren’t helping—they’re disgusting little heathens, what with their spindling legs and radioactive green backlight. Even Tayce has to admit that. But as she pulls Aurora in for pictures, she finds her limply pressed against her side, disinterested in the pursuit, even though in one of the pictures, it looks like the spider’s balanced on Aurora just so, like it’s woven itself into her waves, made a nest atop her head. Tayce quickly sets this as a new background; Aurora only gives a hum in response.
They continue with the deep sea creatures, with their dark tanks and neon blue tint, stopping at the octopus and its inky purple light, all spread out against the wall of its tank, its orange tentacles sticking and peeling periodically. Tayce again insists on a picture, “for memory’s sake, even though he looks like a bollock, all pruned from the bath.” Reluctantly, Aurora lets out a breathy laugh and gives in. Tayce counts this as a win, even though her pouting resumes once they move on.
At the next tank, Tayce is amused by the little round fish that dips in and out of its hole, its mouth forming an “O” as they approach it. Aurora cracks a smile, but for a moment, when Tayce pulls her in by the shoulder and makes the same face, jaw slack and nude-painted lips rounded like the fish’s. Aurora claims she’s not going to kiss “fish lips over here,” and yet she does, giving Tayce a peck. Tayce snaps a picture of her now smiling girlfriend, the red light from deep within the fish’s hole haloing her.
Aurora needs a bit less prodding in the stingray exhibit, sticking her hand in the open tank as soon as she’s given the go-ahead. “He’s a velvet pancake,” Aurora comments, petting the flat beast, its mouth flap opening and closing as it moves through the tank. Tayce reaches for Aurora’s folio prematurely.
“Velvet is super 2018. I’m bored of it,” Aurora explains, drying her hands before taking Tayce’s. “Thank you though.” She says it quietly, but Tayce knows she’s appreciative from the way she tightens her grip, by the way her thumb lays on top of Tayce’s as they walk into the next exhibit.
“Look at all these fucking sharks.” Tayce glances upward, dragging Aurora’s hand with her as she points, full of awe, glued to the shark gliding above her, cutting through the water seamlessly. “Look at them go. Absolute beasts they are.”
Aurora sees it’s clearly Tayce’s turn to be struck with wonder, and at the sharks no less. So, she tries to wipe the pout off of her face, smooth out her furrow, and take in the moment. Take in Tayce, arms spread before her. How the blue light reflects off of her cheekbones. Her still rain-slick hair and jacket. And the sharks passing above her are beautiful, with their milky white bellies and steel body, their rounded faces and sharp fins. There has to be something inspiring about them, she’s sure. Maybe in the shapes, or the colors? She could play with the sharp and round structure, surely. Or work in grayscale. Imitate the leather-y touch of their skin. She rests against the wall, pulling out her folio, clicking her pen aimlessly.
Tayce continues with the sharks, pointing at them one by one, asking each, “let’s be having you? And you? And you?” with a silly point. She takes pictures with a few.
But when Tayce returns, suggesting they head out and have lunch while the weather’s clear, Aurora finds her paper blank yet again, more and more sure that she has nothing left to give.
*
The cafe Tayce picks out is splendid and quaint, though Aurora wouldn’t expect anything less. The server wipes down their seats and the metal table before they take a seat, hands over the menus, and gives them a moment to look them over. Aurora doesn’t even bother looking, knowing she’s too upset to eat much at all, instead laying her head against the cool metal, trying to focus. Or, rather, pull her focus away from her imminent failure and toward Tayce’s new story in the saga about the lady who orders all these clothes online, and every single week, comes into the store, three shipping bags in hand, demanding that everything be returned.
“They’re not even nice clothes.” Tayce adds, dipping a chip. “We sell some nice shit, but she keeps buying garbage and complaining that it’s garbage.”
Aurora hums, ripping at the bits of lettuce hanging out of her sandwich.
“So she comes on in, throws her shipping bag onto the counter, whips out this polyester blouse, and sticks her hand through it and starts ranting on about how see-through the top is.” Tayce sticks her hand up, wiggling her fingers around.
“She shouldn’t have bothered with a polyester Zara shirt to begin with.”
“Shouldn’t have bothered buying a top labeled “sheer” to begin with,” Tayce threw back. “I thought she’d stop her nonsense after I took her around the store, pointing out everything that was good, would look good on her, would fit her enviable work-life-balance, but she still comes back, every Thursday with more shit.” Tayce takes the now ketchup-soggy chip out of the ramekin and sticks it in her mouth. “Even if we didn’t go to the aquarium, I would have called out today. Like I just couldn’t look at those shirts anymore without frying my mind.”
“Couldn’t have that, could we?” Aurora tries at a laugh, finding it coming up faint.
Tayce tilts her head, analyzing the situation in front of her. She opens her mouth, like she’s got something to say, before stealing one of Aurora’s chips.
Pointing the chip at Aurora, she doesn’t ask if Aurora’s okay, or if she’s still disappointed by the aquarium, or if she’s still racking her brain for a sliver of a design idea. Instead, she asks “Well, Whora, what did you think a tiger shark was?”
Tayce always cuts down to the bone, even when she’s not meaning to.
Aurora throws her head into her hands, speaking through her fingers. “Fuck if I know, something fantastic and inspiring and shiny and fierce and—”
“Orange?” Tayce laughs before popping the chip into her mouth.
“Fuck off,” Aurora mutters, raking her fingers through her hair. “I thought it’d all just hit me, babe, and now I’ve got no idea what to do.”
Aurora looks up, blinking rapidly. Her nose starts feeling peppery, and she knows soon her face will become red, blotchy, and streaked with tears.
But Tayce reaches over and takes her hand between both of hers. Aurora dares a glance at Tayce, before resting her gaze on their hands.
“Look, I know you’re not going to tell yourself this, but you’re brilliant and talented, and your brain is, like, dancing so fast, even when your feet aren’t moving.” She gives Aurora’s hand a squeeze. “You’ve got so many ideas up there, and I’m sure you’ll have the work to show for it soon. And those ideas are surely better than a tiger shark pantsuit, promise.”
Wiping a stray tear, Aurora breaks into a chuckle. “It was like, my dumbest idea.”
“Not your dumbest, no.” Tayce says. “But a dumb one.”
*
When they get home, Tayce all about shoves Aurora into her office, throws a can of Fanta in behind her, and tells her to look through the pictures from today, get inspired by nature, sort it out, and come back when she’s got a design.
“Can I at least get a kiss for good luck?” Aurora shouts through the door.
“How about one for good work?” Tayce quips. And before Aurora can fire back, she hears the faint sounds of the Mortal Kombat theme through the crack in the door, and thinks better of disturbing Tayce when she’s in the zone, getting out the stress of Polyester Blouse Lady on Johnny Cage.
So, Aurora picks the Fanta off of the floor, sets it on her desk to rest, and settles into her chair. She moves around in her seat, trying at least a dozen positions before taking a deep breath, flipping to a fresh page.
She pulls out her phone, scrolling through the pictures Tayce sent her today. There’s a few of the two of them on the tube, Tayce resting on Aurora’s shoulder. Anyone who didn’t know Tayce better would think she looked ready for a nap, with her closed eyes and relaxed lips, but Tayce wasn’t one to rest in the middle of an adventure.
There’s another of Aurora, taken from behind, stood in line, bouncing on her heels, a neon wave floating above her head, as though she were under the water herself.
There’s Aurora, plastered against the tiger shark tank, her face blue tinted by the water and the lights in the tank, her gaze steely as she watches that shark—who is an arsehole, she might add.
And then the next series of pictures—the two of them again. Painted in neon green, a sea spider nesting in Aurora’s hair. Then in purple, shocking purple, the octopus behind them looking ready to strangle them both, it’s tentacles plinking off of the glass like pennies into a well. Then they’re kissing in front of the little fish that kept opening and shutting its mouth, forming a perfect “o,” bathing them in a bloody red tint. She’s not sure how, but Tayce managed to miss all of the miserable faces Aurora knew she had on throughout the aquarium. But when she thinks a bit deeper, she’s not sure when she’s ever looked truly miserable around Tayce.
She nearly puts her phone down when she comes across the next picture. She couldn’t even remember the moment; Tayce must have asked someone else to take it.
It’s Tayce, resting against the far wall of the shark exhibit—the tunnel-style tank, with the sharks swimming all around them—glancing off to the side with a lazy grin, eyes vigilant, wild. And the neon blue all around her, bouncing off the shine of her slicker, hitting her cheekbones and her collarbones just-so, filtering through her hair.
Tayce cackles from the other room, the metallic clash of swords following.
Absolutely radiant. Aurora chews at her pencil, studying the picture further, the way the light bounces off of the wet jacket…
And Aurora’s scribbling, the model she sketches nothing more than a handful of lines, led by memory, as she’s working desperately to draft the design. The pencil sweeps, once, twice, three times, as she sees the fabric floating. But it’s floating over something tight, sleek, but still soft and shiny. And there has to be a shimmering quality to it, or course. It’s not opaque either, no, much more sheer. She’s going to have to work with chiffon, damn it to bits, but it’ll give her the look she’s after, the wet shine she needs. And in a moment’s time, she’s flipped over to another page for another design, one that drapes lightly. She glances once more at the picture, before following the tempo of her pencil, this time switching it out for a light blue.
In a blink, she’s filled four pages.
So she grabs her folio and runs out into the living room, knowing from the sound of the TV that Tayce is still there, and still ripping Polyester Shirt Lady a new one, mentally.
“I’m here for my kiss,” Aurora announces smuggly, throwing her folio into Tayce’s lap.
She’s smart enough to pause the game right as Aurora makes her presence known, surely anticipating her dramatics after all this time.
Tayce flips it open, staring Aurora down like she’s about to rip her designs apart, though she knows Tayce would never, or really, wouldn’t have the reason to do so. It’s that serious look Tayce has, though Aurora knows it only shows up because she’s serious about Aurora’s designs. “And I’m here for some good fashion, love.”
Aurora falls beside her on the couch, pulling her legs up on the seat and curling in against Tayce. She’s warm. It’s comforting.
“So I’ve got this one, like the octopus tank. And it’s got this iridescent purple that just flows off of the pantsuit, like it flows right off of it,” Aurora explains, leaning in further, pointing out the details. “I’m thinking Bim for this one.”
“I can definitely see that. Definitely. With all that movement, ugh.” Tayce runs a finger over the design, outlining where the fabric would trail off steaming behind the model, like the wind’s carrying it, like it’s suspended in mid-air.
“Okay flip,” Aurora instructs, pressing her cheek against Tayce’s arm. Aurora continues, answering questions about fabric, structures underneath the garnments, styling. Tayce slips the pencil out of Aurora’s hand at some point, jotting down answers as she rambles on and on, far too excited to manage writing it on her own. So Tayce scribbles down her directive to add wirey jewelry around the wrists, heels with lacings up the calf, everything looking like it’s floating just below the surface. At some point, the Xbox powers off, until all that’s lighting the room is the standby logo.
Tayce reaches over the couch, turning the lamp on.
“So, which one are you thinking of for me?” Tayce pokes at Aurora’s side, her voice trailing into a whine.
Aurora takes back her book, flipping through the pages aimlessly. “Oh, you know, the first one. From this morning…”
“You didn’t even have—”
“…Absolute nudity.” Aurora curls in closer, a devious smile forming. “Or maybe full vinyl?”
“I thought no more after last time?” Tayce begins flipping through the book. “I guess I’ll just have to find it on my own, now won’t I?”
“Gimmie that,” Aurora takes it from her hands and flips to the page easily, holding the design close against her chest. “And you look good in the vinyl, is all I’m saying.”
She plops it down in Tayce’s lap. “You’re obviously getting the finale gown, moron.”
Tayce scans over the page, over and over, tracing along the outline with her finger, as though she can feel the slip of the iridescent blue chifon layered over black organza, how it gathers at one hip, falling down in crashing waves, with the other side draped cleanly, softly.
“It’s supposed to be murky, like you’re coming out of the depths of the ocean where all the weird spindly things live, that have, like five eyes and spikes and stuff.” Aurora bristles for a moment. “At least that’s what I was thinking. But really, you could wear any of them if you wanted, it’s all inspired by you,” she says, soft, feather-light, like she’s letting the words float on down from the surface.
They continue on in silence, Aurora watching as Tayce scans over the design, mouth agape. Tayce swallows and mutters, “lil ol’ me, the finale?” She turns to Aurora. “It’s just gorgeous. So, absolutely gorgeous.”
And Aurora smiles, closing her eyes, breathing in the moment, the relief, the momentum of the collection. She places the folio on the coffee table and sets her sights on Tayce.
“So, did I earn my kiss?”
Tayce rolls her eyes playfully. “If you insist,” she says, not leaving Aurora much time to think before pulling her in closer, thumb stroking along her cheek. Their lips meet comfortably, knowingly, in a way that would seem commonplace if not for love.
They break apart, Aurora resting in the crook of Tayce’s neck.
“You did an amazing job, love,” Tayce says, quietly this time, as though the moment deserves quiet. And the two hold the silence, open palmed, soaking in the golden, still light of the lamp.
*
“Oi, you!” Aurora taps on the glass, sure she’s the subject of a few wandering eyes, and the reason why the aquarium security tests the receiver of their walkie a few times. But she doesn’t care. She has some unfinished business, business that’s been keeping her up at night, making her toss and turn right into Tayce’s spread-out, sleeping form, ever since she began production on her collection.
So she’s returned to Oliver the tiger shark. This time, she’s bearing gifts.
Aurora points at the shark as it passes, hoping in vain it’ll stop for her, just as she’s stopped for him. She tries again, snapping at him as he passes by once more, before giving up, feeling lucky Tayce wasn’t around to mock her attempts. Aurora continues on regardless.
“We’ve had our differences, but I must thank you for the inspiration…” Aurora trails off, spotting the shark stopped on the other side of the tank. She scurries over, hoping she can get a good view of him, maybe take a reprieve from looking like a lunatic, talking to nothing.
“But thank you, Oliver the shark,” she says to him, before he swims off again, practically to the spot Aurora was just standing.
She huffs and hauls herself back to the other side of the tank.
“You’re a right dick, you are.” Aurora breathes in deeply before digging into her bag, pulling out her phone, pressing it against the tank, as though he’ll look at the picture and have any idea who she is. “It was really her, my girlfriend here who did the heavy lifting, and she got more than a thank you for it all.”
Aurora bites at her lip a bit, locking her phone, muttering, “sex, obviously, but you don’t get it, you’re a dumb, heterosexual shark, so…” into her purse as she plops her phone in.
“But I figured giving you some thanks would earn me back some ocean karma points—” The shark swims to the back of the tank, facing entirely away from Aurora, and she has to remind herself not to stomp like a petulant child.
She settles for muttering a “fucks sake” under her breath.
“Anyway,” she hikes up her purse. “Have a good one, Oliver the tiger shark.”
She gives a half-hearted wave before walking away, dividing to give that funny, little, perpetually surprised fish a visit, hoping he’ll appreciate her company more.
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𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.
spice: cloves and ginger; the bitter yet succulent spices you taste with smoked meats, leaving you with a thirst in your mouth.
weather: much to his dismay, the still winter air speaks familiarities to him. crisp and biting, it’s a proper reflection of everything karl has come to know in this life. jagged metal fragments, heavy tools and instruments, pipes and wheels and cogs, everything is cold to the touch. any warmth comes from an artificial place ; piles of stacked coals are his only weapon against the dreaded silent snowfall.
primary color: an aged, rusted red.
magical power: other than his recognizable ability to bend and manipulate metal, one might associate karl with the power of supernatural strength. well toned arms and scarred, callused hands tell a story of great and powerful physicality -- he is a man who will try to move the entire earth with his own muscle, if he wishes to do so.
shoe: a deep brown combat boot covered in straps and buckles to keep them secure. they are old and comfortably worn down, leaving a trail of soot and dried mud behind them wherever they walk.
plant: tobacco ; or perhaps an old oak tree with thick, chipping bark and roots that were planted deep into the earth’s crust a very long time ago. hardly anyone can remember a time without it’s presence.
weapon: heisenberg's true companion , the large war hammer he wields at his side at almost all times. it is not much other than an oversized hunk of metal that the engineer welded together in the desperation and fury of an isolated evening many years ago, but it has served him with undeniable loyalty ever since. it flaunts the blood and rust of countless won battles, a constant reminder of all the lives taken in karl’s endless journey to save his own.
school subject: the obvious statement is engineering, as the man exceeded in craftsmanship and mechanics from a young age -- perhaps in his fleeting youth before miranda ? -- but one subject that is often left unspoken is his medical knowledge and expertise. it takes a complex understanding of such in order to reanimate the corpses that stalk his factory floors at night. a disgusting hybrid of man and machine that still stand as one of lord heisenberg’s greatest achievements.
social media: in a modern/normal au, i seriously struggle to see him using any kind of social media. he’s just that old guy who takes accidental selfies where you can see all up in his nostrils. if he’s got everyone’s phone number, then what reason does he have to care about social media -- he’ll just text or call you if he wants to talk and he won’t stop yelling at you in your voicemails until you answer. the most i could see is him having is facebook or instagram, possibly because someone bugged him about it until he made an account ? it’s most likely for the best anyways, because if he gets too comfortable using social media he will start comment wars with random people and have absolutely no kind of etiquette. also please don’t let him have access to shitty meme videos.
makeup product: none. the best you’ll get from him is some kind of cologne , not to mention he coated it on a little too thick. it’s a scent mixed in with the already present muskiness of cigar smoke and oil.
tangible fear: torture and death at the hands of his wicked mother.
ice-cube shape: that semicircular cut that most ice dispensers spit out by default. i wouldn’t put it past him to be the type that likes to chew on his ice after finishing a drink.
method of long distant travel: in the event where karl could travel long distances, he would jump at the opportunity ; gathering what he can in a hastily made pack, slinging it over his shoulder, and collecting the few valuables he has stocked away in a box hidden underneath a loose floorboard. with these valuables -- most likely a mix of scrapped jewelry or an old collection of coins, since monetary value has little significance inside the village -- he would barter for a horse. but such an idea lives only as fantasy, for the lord heisenberg knows he cannot simply run away from his broken family. in a more foolish state of youth, maybe he would have tried it.
art style: a clash that falls somewhere between the bolded edges and strict lines of cubism, but also the bleak ruggedness of realism. the colors are dulled browns, oranges, reds and greys. it does not depict much imagination, nor skillful artistic interpretation, but instead a crude and flat rendition of an image that was already there. it will take some work to make it beautiful.
historical period: with both his appearance and personality, i would say the late 1800s, crawling into the prime of the old west. his raging independency and ‘ every man for himself ‘ mentality compliments this quite nicely. he would make a good lone ranger.
mythological creature: the minotaur, a creature that acts on impulses of violence and rage to defend the labyrinth it lives in, despite itself being a punished victim trapped inside of endless twisting walls. it suffers from an endless hunger, devouring any and all who come to face it, or try to stop it.
piece of stationary: leather-bound notebooks with yellowed pages are laid open on an old metal work desk. they sit and tan under a single lamp bulb, which flickers on it’s last stretch of life. many pages have been ripped or bent from recklessness, and many more have been completely torn out and pinned on the corkboard that covers the wall above. the handwriting fills each page from top to bottom, with little space wasted. the lettering is heavy, pencil pressing harshly into the paper and scraping away with quick strokes. his sentences are long trains of thought, interrupted with mistakes that have been hastily scratched out.
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rom-com archetype: the jaded and brooding love interest who is a mystery to all. he keeps himself distanced from everyone, probably due to a tragic backstory he cares not to tell, and that uncertainty is exactly what draws people in. some long to get to know him better and uncover all the questions that are left unanswered. many will fail to do so, but he will find himself softening for someone special who dares to approach him -- feeling a kindness he hasn’t felt in ages, and a deep appreciation for the one who takes time to know him for all his darkness. now it’s just them and him, two against the world, and he’ll protect his partner with the same ferocity that he used to protect himself.
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PatB Oneshot: Dear Santa
Have a Christmas oneshot!
Summary: You just want Brain to have a Merry Christmas. He deserves this.
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Your words aren’t coming out properly. You can only stutter and cry and hope that’s it not too late to catch Santa Claus during his annual trip around the world. You plan to apologize to the big guy for not delivering the letter in time, and maybe, just maybe, your dearest wish will come true.
Brain trembles with anger as he slaps the letter out of your hands. There isn’t much time left. The machine has to be fixed. The plan has to be completed. Brain is on the road to victory, and you mustn’t spoil this for him.
Despite the December chill, Brain’s fur is slick with sweat and flushed red with outrage because you can only stand there uselessly. But you can’t bring yourself to do anything except clutch your letter to your body and hope Santa slides down the chimney (even if you don’t have one) so you can show him the letter.
The machine sparks to life as Brain rushes around and turns dials and pulls levers without any kind of pattern you can make out.
“Now, Pinky! Man your station at the switch!” Brain quickly orders before returning to his machine. He barely looks at you.
Your tears fall faster, and you try not to get them on the paper. You don’t want your words to be smudged. Your throat is tight, and you try to get across how important this letter is, but you can only repeat yourself over and over, and Brain isn’t having any of it.
“Give me that stupid letter!” Brain snaps. He snatches the letter out of your hands, then shoves you across the counter until you’re in front of a switch and a colored meter. “Now throw the switch when the meter hits red!”
The plan must always come first, you remind yourself.
You clutch the switch with both hands and watch the meter. The green blends with orange and yellow and red in a watercolor mess, but you see the black line steadily work its way to the red as the machine powers up. You focus on that line. You don’t let go of the switch, not even to wipe your tears away.
You can’t stop yourself from whimpering and sniffling though. You can’t mess up this plan. Brain worked so hard to get this machine set up. He deserves this victory. He deserves to be ruler of the world.
Your letter isn’t important. The machine is all that matters. Electricity sparks and jumps all around you, but you pay it no mind.
Then you hear a rustle of paper.
“Dear Santa, hello haha narf,” Brain reads flatly. You feel his disdainful glare on your back, and your fingers tighten around the switch. “This year Santa, I ask for nothing, but I wish to tell you about my dear friend…“
“…the Brain.”
His voice falters as he reads his own name.
Should…should you have not left it as a Christmas surprise? You had several chances to leave your letter with Santa and his elves at the North Pole! Stupid! Why didn’t you take the opportunity when you had it?
The meter reaches the halfway mark. The whimpers are fast and many, and your tears threaten to spill over. Your vision is clouded with them, but you can’t let them fall. Not now. Not when Brain is so close to victory.
“He’s honest and very hard working.”
Brain’s voice is carefully neutral. But you can’t take your eyes off the meter for a second, not even to see his expression. Did you say something wrong? But it was the truth. You’ve seen how Brain plans and plots and pencils his smart ideas onto paper. You love it when he tells people he’s a genetically altered lab mouse seeking world domination, because that’s the truth.
Did Brain not believe that himself? But he’s smarter than you. So he should know that, at the very least.
“And only wants what’s best for the world.”
You know he’d do a wonderful job ruling the world, if only he was given the chance. There’s a lot of things, both beautiful and not so beautiful about Earth. Brain would have the power to preserve everything nice and reshape the not so nice things.
“But he gets no reward. He’s only greeted with defeat. He never gives up, but I know it must be very hard.”
Sometimes it’s you. Sometimes it’s Brain. Sometimes it’s neither of you and the plan fails anyway. You’ve watched him fail, brush it off, and try again.
And try. And try. And try.
You and Brain move onto the next plan. You don’t dwell on the failure. But sometimes…Brain thinks about the failures, the almost-victories, the never-had-a-chance-to-succeeds. They pile up over time.
And he gets sad.
You try to make sure he knows you’re always here for him. That you can take the failures weighing him down and carry them yourself.
Because you care about him. Isn’t that reason enough?
“So please…take anything that you had for me and give it to my best friend in the whole world…the Brain.”
You don’t know what Santa planned to give you for Christmas, if you were on the nice list that is. You’re pretty sure you are though. Unless forgetting your extremely important letter was enough to land on the naughty list?
You don’t remember if you did anything bad over the past year. You’re sure you must’ve done some wrong things, but you just can’t recall them now. Your mind is completely blank, and not in the usual way Brain says it is either.
But…Brain deserves something nice. It doesn’t matter what present Santa had planned out, as long as it made Brain happy.
That’s all you want in the end.
Brain deserves to be happy.
You can’t even give him that, and the tears suddenly rush out. You wipe them away quickly.
“Love, Pinky. PS: By any chance, do you have in that big old bag of yours…the world?”
Brain’s voice breaks. His breath hitches.
The meter hits red, and you push down on the switch. Your task is complete. Now it’s Brain’s crowning moment.
“You’re on!” you shout.
The machine is fully powered now. All across the world, Noodle Noggin dolls are sitting under Christmas trees or in their new owner’s arms, ready to announce Brain’s claim on Earth.
Brain doesn’t respond. Your letter is limp in one hand, the other clutching a piece of machinery. His pink eyes are wide and tearful and staring off into the distance. His ears hang loosely, quivering with every slight movement. His fur is damp with tears.
“You’re on, Brain!” you call again.
This is it. This is the day Brain’s greatest dream came true.
Brain looks at you. He doesn’t look like he knows what to say. He’s completely speechless.
You point to the meter to remind him of the plan. You did what he told you. It’s his turn now.
Brain rubs his eyes and takes a deep breath, flipping a switch on a board next to him.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the world,” Brain says softly into the microphone. He tries to take a commanding tone, but it isn’t coming out right. “You will do as I say. For I…I command you…command you to…”
He stammers and trails off, another crying spell threatening to take hold. He clutches at his chest, like the words are stuck in his heart and they refuse to come out.
He’s still watching you, so you smile through your tears and motion for him to continue.
Soon he’ll say ‘I command you to hail me, the Brain, as your new leader’. He’ll finally be happy.
Brain’s mouth trembles. His chest heaves. He doesn’t know what to do with his paws.
He takes a moment to try and suppress the sobs, but he shouts into the microphone for all the world to hear instead.
“Have a Merry Christmas, everyone! Have a Merry, Merry Christmas! Joy to the world! Yes!”
He doesn’t try to hold back his sobs anymore. You don’t know if they’re happy or sad or remorseful, but he continues to cry his heart out as he shuts off the machine.
Brain’s flood of emotion gets the better of him and he takes it out on the machinery, ripping apart every switch, bulb, and wire he can find.
He didn’t take his chance to be ruler of the world. You realize this is his way of saying how much he cares. Brain’s good with smart words, but not heart words. The heart words have to express themselves somehow, even if it involves ripping apart the invention that would’ve helped Brain take the throne.
Between his screams and random destruction of metal, you hear many things.
I’m sorry for making you cry, Pinky. Thank you for your kind words even if I don’t deserve them, Pinky. You just want me and everyone in the world to be happy, right? I’ll share your Christmas wish with everyone, Pinky. I’m glad I know you.
You walk over to Brain while he’s dizzy and delirious from the emotional rush. He smiles up at you and faints.
You smile back and gently carry him back to the cage. He’s rather floppy.
“I’m glad I know you too, Brain,” you say.
The tiny smile stays on his face.
o-o-o-o-o
Brain gives you a spellchecker. It has a lot of buttons for clacking and clinking, and you adore it to pieces.
Then he unwraps your gift. He holds the tiny world up by the chain. He watches it for a moment, then smiles at you again. It’s so nice to see him smile. You wish this moment would last forever.
“Thank you, Pinky,” Brain says. The gratitude is clear as day. “And Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas to you, Brain,” you reply as you hug him. The keychain in his hand clinks against your side. Brain doesn’t really know what to do in your arms, but he doesn’t break your embrace either.
Joy to the world! You can’t help but sing.
Brain rolls his eyes, but he lets you express your festive cheer anyway.
You have Brain. And all was right with the world.
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Roman + interrogation as a sequal to the Remus + framed fic perhaps?
Holy shit this took a long time... It's hurt/comfort tho
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Send me a prompt with a character! No romantic prinxeity, r*mr*m, U!Janus or U!Logan please!
Masterpost Takes place after this fic
Warnings: blood, shouting, arguing, child abuse (in passing), mentions of death (in passing), swearing, crying (It's a baby), bolded text, U!Roman, not taking care of yourself?, ask to tag
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Red Eyes
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It had been a mouth.
It had been a single mouth from when Patton opened the yellow side’s door and saw his new friend slaughtered beyond recognition. The door was still there. Blood still stained his carpet, dust collected on his items because they didn’t have the heart to pack his things away. His name became a word that was never said, never whispered, never hushed. But it was always thought. They couldn’t go a single day without imagining his smile, or his laugh, or how his scales gilded against his cheekbones with the smooth grace that shouldn’t be humanly possible.
He was beautiful. But beauty is often destroyed by people who process envy in their hearts.
Even now, as Patton tried to convince a cranky baby to eat his damn apple sauce, he still thought of the yellow side.
Patton let loose a heavy sigh as he put the bowl down with a click on the highchair. Anwir wouldn’t stop crying, the small side was letting loose heartbreaking sobs as he banged on the flimsy plastic tray, his face turned up in a sour expression.
Patton sniffled, his eyes clouded with tears and bright red from a round of crying a few hours ago. “C’mon kiddo… you gotta eat something! Growing snakes like you need food!” Patton’s pleas fell upon deaf ears as the child only cried harder. Patton huffed, playing with the full spoon in his hands. “Anwir…. please?”
The child didn’t even spare him a glance. Only screaming louder. Patton rested his head against the table, letting a few sobs escape as the hatchling screamed his heart out.
To be fair towards the cyan side, he hadn’t raised a child for a good two decades. Logan was the last toddler in the light household, and he was a lot easier to deal with than Anwir. Logan just wanted toast with a bit of Crofters on top of it. That was it. All he wanted. Anwir refused to eat anything that wasn’t up to his standard and this child was very picky. His food cannot be touching, absolutely no green beans, anything bitter was a no, not to mention his insisting that his food cannot be boiled under any circumstances.
Patton had completely collapsed to the table, the only sound being the baby’s cries and the occasional sniffle from him.
“Uhhh, you alright there popstar?” Patton raised his head, ears full of cotton as Anwir continued his protests, the right side of his face a bright red compared to his yellow scales, although the scales did have the occasional blue one mixed in with the buttercup color. Virgil stood in the doorway, phone in his hand. His eyes flickered momentarily to the baby, “What’s wrong with the child?”
Patton sighed, glasses fogged as he spared a glance to Anwir, “he won’t eat his food and has been crying for half an hour. I don’t know what to do! I tried giving him an orange!” Patton looked back to the screaming child in a Stitch onesie, “which he threw on the ground….”
Virgil huffed a small laugh as he snatched Anwir from the highchair, “Maybe he needs a nap.” Anwir was squirming in Virgil’s hold, bitter noises leaving the smaller side, “huh, that’s not…. Normal…”
Patton stood and walked next to Virgil, the two locked concerned eyes as they looked at deceit Anwir. “We need to get Logan,” Patton muttered under his breath as he bolted up the stairs to find the logical side.
Virgil bounced the tiny side while trying to quiet his tears, “sh, sh, it’s ok Anwir.” The purple side paced back and forth, eventually leaving the kitchen to take the side to the living room. Anwir was normally fussy, but not like this.
Virgil sat on the couch, placing the side on his lap, “What’s with you today?” Virgil bounced the ten-month-old on his leg as he waited for Logan and Patton to come back, humming the same lullaby that Ja- that he used for him.
Logan and Patton were back in less than five minutes, Logan looked like he was torn from his work (if the pencil behind his ear was any indication) Logan huffed a breath and looked at Anwir.
All of them had different ways to cope with his death. Patton threw himself in completely into caring for the newest member, even sacrificing his own health to tend to the child. Virgil locked himself in his room, only occasionally coming down to take care of Anwir while Patton was sleeping. Roman pretended everything was ok, the red side was always seen with his signature smile and witty comments. Logan dived into his work, hardly able to look at the new side. And Remus… no one knew what Remus was up to. Nor did they care, Remus was the entire reason he was gone.
Anwir hissed, hissing was a new thing, and he only did it when he was in pain. Logan raised an eyebrow, “Did he fall off the couch again?” grimacing at Patton’s disagreement.
“No, he’s been with me all morning… well! Roman did take him for a walk earlier!”
Logan nodded as he reached forward, unzipping the onesie that covered the scaled child. Tears leaked down Anwir’s face as the other three side’s eyes widened with horror and anger.
Bruises ran down the child’s ribs, colors of fuchsia, a deep puke yellow that was speckled underneath red splotches, followed by small cuts all over his chest. A single scale was ripped from its place. Streams of blood flowed down Anwir’s chest from the ripped out scale, it was close to his skin on the other half of his body. Meaning that a portion of skin was brought with the scale when it was torn out.
The three felt anger bubble in their stomachs. This wasn’t Remus. It couldn’t be Remus. Remus was locked away in the dark.
But here is the newest member of the family, with cuts and bruises covering his flesh. Eyes filled with tears and a look of betrayal. This child had trusted so much, wide eyes that wanted to learn everything, see everything, touch things that he was meant to leave alone. And now he was covered in blood and bruises. Just like Janus.
Anwir’s existence meant a tragic end for a friend. But it also meant a new chance. They loved Janus, but he had problems. He trusted little, he hid things, he put others' health before his own under the guise of doing his job. Anwir was a chance to make things right. And someone ruined it.
Patton gritted his teeth as Logan ran to get the medkit. Thoughts ran through his mind over who it could be. It wasn’t Virgil, Logan, or him. Roman wouldn’t do something like this… would he?
Logan started to bandage Anwir’s wounds, pressing a kiss to the child’s forehead between each bandage, causing the child to giggle as he reached for Logan’s glasses. Patton chewed on his lip before making his decision, sparing Virgil a glance. The purple side nodded as Logan fought the baby for his glasses back.
“Roman! Kiddo! Come down here!”
Angry footsteps were heard from upstairs. A door slamming only caused the baby to cry once again, Patton looked back towards Virgil and Logan.
Logan was chewing inside of his cheek, his eyes slightly glazed over with tears as Anwir screamed when the anti-septic hit his wounds. Virgil was pacing back and forth, unsure what to make of the situation.
It was a few seconds later when the boastful prince walked down the steps with annoyance, his feet dragging against the wooden steps and his breath heavy. Roman hit the last step and turned to face the father figure, “What?” Roman hissed through his teeth with a sneer.
Patton steeled his expression and drew a steady breath. “Logan, take Anwir to his room and then come back please.” The blue side nodded and picked up the crying child and carried him up the stairs. The cyan side noticed the glare that Roman gave the yellow child.
Patton locked eyes with Roman, his son, he raised Roman from the very second he split from the King. “Where did you take Anwir on your walk?”
Roman raised an eyebrow and leaned against the banister, “I took him to the forest in the imagination. He liked the squirrels.” Roman shifted his gaze over to Virgil, only to be met with cold eyes, “why do you ask padre?”
Patton drew a slow breath, he had to keep calm. “What did you and Anwir do on your walk?”
Roman furrowed his brows in thought, his posture was rigid, burning green eyes bore into the fatherly side, “I don’t think you need to know that, pops.”
Silence spread throughout the living room, Logan came back down but the quiet didn’t break. The clock ticked on the wall, filling the quiet room with an ear-shattering noise. Cyan, blue, and purple eyes bore into green ones. Time fell away as loud crying could be heard from the child’s nursery.
Patton sighed, “Vir-”
“I’ll get it, Patton,” Logan shot a dirty look towards Roman before he left the room.
The room stayed quiet for a few minutes. A treaty of stillness, before Patton broke it, “You killed him, didn’t you?”
Roman took his eyes off the carpeted floor, “Of course I didn’t! What a ridiculous accusation! I would never take Janice away from us!” Roman’s composure was growing sloppy, far too cheerful, his green eyes showed too much happiness for someone just accused of murder.
“You can drop the act dude. We saw what you did to Anwir.” The purple side stood stiff, his eyes glowing with hostility, “You can’t possibly think that we’re buying that ‘he did that to himself!’ when he can barely even walk yet.” His voice leaked the mocking tone as he took fast-paced steps to the red side, “ADMIT IT. YOU KILLED HIM. YOU KILLED JANUS.” Virgil was inches away from Roman’s face, his canines bared as he hissed his threat in the red side’s face
Roman pushed Virgil back, his facade not even wavering as the purple side stumbled, “NO! I didn’t fucking kill the snake!” he pushed his hair back into its position, combing back fly-aways. “I mean- Come on emo! Would I do such a thing?”
“We know what you did Roman!” Patton’s voice was cracking, tears filling his eyes, “We saw Anwir’s bruises! You were the only other one to be near him today! We kn-”
“Well, maybe you killed him! Huh! With all that guilt-tripping you do, I wouldn’t be surprised if you killed the asshole because he didn’t fit your “perfect family” I bet you put those bruises on the brat too!”
Patton choked on his voice, tears sprang to his eyes as he stumbled backward. “Wh-what?”
“Roman!” Virgil growled as the red side pushed down a smirk
“What?! If we’re going to be blaming the innocent here then we might as well look at someone who spent more time with Deceit than anyone else! Not to mention that he has been Anwir’s primary caregiver! He could have killed Janus and given Anwir the cuts when no one was around! There’s plenty of knives to rip out that scale too!” Roman could feel his pride building, his hubris starting to sour towards the clouds.
“Cuts?”
And like Icarus, Roman fell.
“Duh! He has like twenty cuts running down his chest.”
“Roman. We never mentioned him having cuts, let alone on his chest. Or that one of his scales was ripped out either” Virgil narrowed his eyes, he ground his tongue against his canine.
Roman faltered, “I-”
Patton wiped his eyes, “just admit it kiddo. You killed him.”
Roman blinked, he focused back on the carpet. Blinking as he realized what we had just admitted to. His crocodile tears melted away as he smiled and pulled himself higher. “Fine. I did it. I killed him.” Roman looked straight into Patton’s eyes, “Is that want you wanted?”
The red side started to pace back and forth, a manic grin spread on his face, “And you wanna know something? I would do it a million times! I would pay anything to see the fear spread into the “Great Janus Sanders” eyes again!” Roman breathed deep and let loose a small laugh, “You don’t get it… Janus was bad for Thomas! He’s a liar! Liars are never good! yoU JUST NEED TO SEE THAT!” Roman screamed, his voice carrying across the house, “I’M HIS HERO! I’M HIS HE-”
The thunk of a duffle-bag hit the bottom steps, landing right at Roman’s feet and stopping his lies. Roman looked up to see Logan at the top of the stairs, holding Anwir in his arms. The child was now dressed in a new onesie and now had a stuffed frog in his grip. Logan however had tears leaking steadily down his cheeks as he rubbed the child’s back in a soothing manner
Anwir was trying to give Logan his frog for his attempt to comfort, “Fra!”
“Frog.” Logan corrected the child without having to think of it as he descended the steps.
Logan stopped in front of Roman, “Your stuff is in the bag. Get out. I refuse to have a murderer in this household.
Roman blinked, mouth gaping open slightly, “Lo! C’mon nerd! You don’t mean that!” Roman reached forward to touch Logan on the shoulder, his expression turning sour when Logan backed up out of reach, “Loga-”
“Just go!” Anwir looked at Logan and brought his frog to his mouth as Roman grabbed the bag.
“And where am I gonna go?! Huh? Where Logan!?” Roman growled as his eyes flickered to the other two sides.
The blue side looked down to the child in his arms, “I don’t care. Go to the darks, you’re certainly close enough in your… tactics. Or go live in the imagination, you have an entire castle there” “Fra!” “Yes Anwir, frog.”
Roman furrowed his brows as he threw the bag over his shoulder. The door was slammed shut seconds later.
Logan rubbed his eyes as he walked up to the group, “Logan. You alright dude?” Logan looked up at Virgil.
The blue side nodded, “We need to go get Remus.” The other two mumbled agreements as they sunk out.
The four sides popped up in the dark side. True to its name, it was well, dark. Pictures were scattered everywhere. Virgil knelt, a small smile spreading to his face as he stared back at purple and green sides attempting to bake a cake for a yellow side’s birthday.
They continued down the hallway, Anwir clinging to Logan’s tie as they walked, his eyes growing heavy. They passed an orange door on their trek, covered in padlocks, the group exchanged looks but left it alone to continue to the living room.
The group of four made it to the living room. Remus sat on the floor, tears streaming down his face as he repeatedly pushed a needle through fabric. Over and over. Mumbling words under his breath as the needle drew the thread through yellow cotton.
Remus seemed to be working on a tapestry. It was large, almost the size of the entire living room, it was divided into different panels; eight total.
The first panel was complete. It consisted of a small child alone in a dark house, yellow scales spread on the otherwise featureless face of the main subject. His clothes were torn and slightly ragged as he covered his head, tears leaking down on the subject’s face. Dark shadows whispering in his ears.
In the second, the side seemed slightly older. His posture was less scared and more unsure as he helped a smaller child up, leading him somewhere. The smaller one was covered in red and a sickly green color, tears leaking down steadily. The yellow side was still young, maybe seven at the most, but it was clear that all he wanted to do was care for the green side. The green one had a face. Two red eyes filled with fear, lips curled into a cry as he reached for the side
In the third, the yellow figure was older, clearly, a teenager, and now had a long scar coming from his ear to his mouth. He was holding a purple blanket in his arms. Beside him walked the eccentric green figure, who was practically clinging to his arm in every step. The erratic green side had an ear to ear grin while they walked.
The next stood three figures. All adults. The yellow one in the center, green on his left, purple on his right. The two of them that had faces seemed happy, smiles on their faces as they looked at the yellow figure. They were proud. And happy too. But you could see with a few stitches of white thread, the hesitance in the purple one’s eyes was subtle but prevalent.
The next panel seemed to be the end of the happy tale. The yellow side was crumpled to the ground, the black shadows swarming the figure one again in bitter mockery of when they were a child. His clothes weren’t torn but wrinkled beyond repair as tears shone down his scales. Wine bottles scattered by his feet, his face a slight gray tone as the scales grew darker. In his hands, a striped gray sweater.
Remus was still sewing the sixth panel. His hair a mess as he rocked back and forth, tears flowing down his cheeks as he pushed the needle through the fabric. The entire tapestry was made of mainly yellow, black, green, and purple thread. With the occasional wisp of orange. Blood flowed down the green side’s fingers, picked from the needle, and stabbed raw from his repeated actions.
The shadows in the room downcasted on the side, the red gleam in his eyes glowing slightly as he continued his muttering. He didn’t even acknowledge the four new sides in the room, only continuing his swaying and muttering under his heavy breaths.
“Rem?” Virgil spoke softly, his voice hardly heard over Remus’s muttering.
The green side either ignored Virgil or just didn’t hear them as he continued to push the blood stained needle through the fabric
“Remus, kiddo?” Patton stepped forward, it was a small step, but his foot skimmed the edge of the tapestry. Patton took a step backward when the fabric was pulled roughly by the green side towards him.
Logan looked down towards the floor, multitudes of other sewing projects were thrown around. Mostly small stuffed snakes. Some were yellow, others teal or green, but there were hundreds of them. Logan set down Anwir, giving him a green snake to play with. “Stay.” “Bah!” “Thank you.”
Logan rose back up, taking careful steps towards Remus. The tapestry was sitting on his lap, meaning that his back was exposed and Logan could get to him without stepping on his project. Logan carefully stepped around, eventually getting clear access to Remus.
“Remus can you hear me?” Logan spoke softly and clearly, keeping his hands in Remus’s view as he met his eyes.
“Can’t talk. Need to finish this.” Remus didn’t meet Logan’s eyes, he only pulled the thread through the fabric, creating an eye of a much larger figure.
Logan drew a breath, “ok… what are you working on then?”
Remus knotted the green thread, snipping off the excess and pulling the yellow thread from a pile beside him, “My apology.”
Logan pulled his full attention to the green side beside him, the other two only watching as they couldn’t help but become absorbed in the conversation. “Your apology? Remus, you didn’t do anything-”
“No! No! I did! I killed him! I took my morningstar and hit his ribs until they were nothing but snake putty! I wrapped my hands around his throat until his eyes got cloudy and he looked at me with betrayal! I ripped out every one of his pretty scales and that crimson blood leaked out of every hole! I-I killed him!” Remus sped up his stitches, his voice growing thick as the tears rolled down his cheeks in globs, “I killed him!” he stopped his stitches, tears soaking down his mustache he choked on his sobs, dropping the needle with shaking hands, “I killed my best friend.”
The other sides could only stare as Remus broke down. Hiding his face in his hands as tears fell on the weeks worth of work. Regret seeped in Remus’s every word. It was like it was dunked in it, covered completely in sorrow and pain.
The sides stood frozen. The room echoed with Remus’s cries. They were haunting, the sound that you only hear in your nightmares. The sides felt their voices dissipate. Until one of them broke the hollow silence.
Anwir shuffled forward, crawling on his hands and knees with his stuffed frog in his hands. The other sides only watched as the child sat down mere inches away from the green side and held out his frog to the upset side, “Fra!”
Remus raised his head to look at the smaller side, his breaths were heavy. Tears clogging his pores and nose, his hair was a mess from a month without a hairbrush. “W-what?”
Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing slightly, “he means frog. He’s been trying to give people his frog when they’re upset.”
Remus blinked, his mind fogging slightly before it cleared. And he laughed. Remus laughed and pulled the scaled baby to his lap.
“Fra! Fra! Fra!”
Remus chuckled as he bounced the child, “Fra? I agree! Can you say fuck?”
Anwir blinked for a few seconds, “fua!”
Remus hummed, “hm.. Not quite. Fuck. Fu-ck. Fuck!” Patton rocked back and forth on his heels, he didn’t quite approve of Remus trying to teach his baby swears, but the moment was too wholesome to raise a fuss.
Anwir stared at the green side, heterochromatic eyes wide as he stared into the red pools of Remus’s eyes. “Fuh!” The smaller side smiled as he reached beside him, making grabby hands towards the sewing needles, making a slight pouty face when Remus pulled the needles away, “No. No sharp things until you learn how to say fuck.”
The other three sides watched with a smile as Remus played with the newest member, but eventually, Anwir fell asleep against Remus’s chest.
Virgil stretched, standing from his position on the floor, “come on Rem, let's go home.”
Remus snapped his head up from the child in his lap, “what? No.” Remus took in a large breath like sigh, “I still killed Janny. I can’t go back.”
Patton stood up tall, he took in a large breath and looked Remus directly in the eyes. Rocking back and forth on his heels slightly, “Kiddo, you didn’t kill him” Patton pushed his tears back and forced his voice to comply, “R-Roman did.”
“You were wrongfully framed Remus,” Logan added, putting a hand on Remus’s shoulder
“And we were wrong to accept you as the culprit without any concrete proof.” Virgil leaned against the concrete wall of the darkside living room.
Remus blinked, running his hand through the smaller side’s hair as the thoughts went through his head. He shook his head roughly, “no! No.. just because I don’t remember it, doesn’t mean that I didn’t fucking do it!” The green side bit his lip harshly, a small hint of copper filling his mouth.
Virgil pushed the tapestry to the side, allowing him a path to walk directly to Remus, “Remus, look at me.” the green side hesitantly raised his head to lock eyes with Virgil, “If you really wanted to kill Janus, would you have done this?” he pointed towards the tapestry, vibrant shades of gold and silver sticking out from the folded over fabric, “would you have taken away the needles from Anwir so he wouldn’t hurt himself? Would you have been so apologetic that you spent weeks down here, alone, making things that reminded you of him?” Virgil looked Remus dead in the eyes. “Dude, you need to stop listening to that head of yours and listen to the nerd. Not everything is your fault.” The green side nodded.
“Not everything is my fault…” Remus hushed a breath, the words light and airy as they flowed out of his lips.
Virgil nodded with a small grin, “Come on, trash goblin. Let’s go home.” he extended his hand, his smile growing wider when Remus rested his hand on top.
Logan rolled up the tapestry, Patton collected the hundreds of plush snakes, Virgil picked up the memories trapped in the photographs. And then they left. A green door switching out for a red one in the concrete house.
And the new family went home.
They had a lot to fix, a lot to mend, a lot to forgive. But they had each other. And sometimes, that’s all you need.
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young & beautiful ⤖ lee felix
❖ genre : zombie apocalypse!au; punk! au
❖ word count : 13,1k.
❖ warning : explicit language, mentions of alcohol & violence
❖ summary : you’ve always thought your soulmate was an idiot to not be there sooner but eventually, everything connects when it started with Lee Felix holding your best friend at gunpoint.
one.
Jisung puffs his cheeks out and stares at his own reflection on the glass table. The bartender quickly comes back, pushing a tequila sunrise towards his direction. The boy takes an awful amount of time to study how the yellow, almost orange liquid bleeds into a deep red effortlessly.
He shakes his bang away furiously, calling out for the bartender. “Uhm, I just ordered a Coke. Not this.”
“Have a drink kid, it’s on me.”
He pushes the glass away. “No thanks.”
“What kind of adult doesn’t drink alcohol in desperate times?”
“Then what kind of bartender doesn’t run for his life when ravenous freaks are lurking the streets?”
The bartender tips his head back and laughs wholeheartedly. “Listen, kid. It’s either beating the shit out of someone or getting wasted to keep the little amount of sanity left on your mind. So I’m staying here for them alcoholics. Business is running low, not taking any risks.” He wipes his hand onto his white apron, throwing him a playful wink. “Call me if you need anything.”
Jisung beams innocently. “Do you have a pencil? And paper too?”
“Jisung you can’t be serious, where are you?”
Minutes later, he’s starting to regret the questionable-looking sketch of a squirrel on the piece of paper that the bartender gave him. Instead, he presses the tip of the pencil harder onto the surface until it snaps in half, leaving the sharp wooden edges sticking out. He can kill the bartender with this if he decides to spike his drink, Jisung figures. He hesitantly brings the rim of the glass to his lips and takes the smallest sip possible. The burning sensation goes down his throat in matters of seconds. His entire windpipe feels like it’s on fire.
“Hey, I need some water..” He chokes out as someone enters the bar.
The bartender averts his gaze onto the new customer. “Cool, what about you?”
The unfamiliar figure sits beside him, murmuring. “I’m not here for the drinks, but him.”
The bartender looks confused. “A water it is then?”
Jisung’s head starts spinning slightly, dizziness bubbling up inside his chest. He hiccups with the pencil held between his fingers. Something’s wrong with this man. He needs to get out of here, now. “Sorry, I don’t feel too well. I think I’ll get back to—“ Just when he slips himself off the stool, two other men appear out of nowhere and block his way as the first one firmly holds him in place by his shoulders. Jisung immediately turns to the bartender, signaling him to run with his eyes. And the bartender does as he insists.
One of the thugs growls gruffly, making Jisung drop the black duffle bag in his hand. “You’re gonna have to pay for what you did, boy.”
“Hi, I’m Jisung. Sup guys?”
“Did you just say ‘Hi, I’m Jisung’?”
Jisung grimaces as you hiss into the earpiece, the sound screeching against his eardrums. In which, it doesn't really help to cool the situation down. He drops onto his knees when a guy kicks him in the shin, face scrunching up in pain. One of the guys surrounded him hides behind a face mask, whipping out a dagger concealed in his sleeve. With a cheerful voice, “There’s nothing to be all grabby and stabby about.” Jisung gulps. He’d be lying if he said that he’s not about to piss his pants.
“Uhm, do you like the color red?”
The one who’s holding him down snaps, pulling his collar backward. “Shut it, twig.” He elbows him at the back of his head, earning a low, painful grunt.
Jisung asks, as light as a feather, he’s trying too hard to form a proper sentence at this point. “What about coding? Do you like coding? You guys look pretty smart, you must be into coding.”
“Jisung, the hell-- CODE RED, JEONGIN, CODE RED! JISUNG’S IN TROUBLE!”
He sighs in relief when you finally understand, limbs growing wobbly.
“Han, get the hell out of there! I swear--”
Your words get cut off when a goon peels the earpiece away harshly, examining the device with an amused smirk. “Look at this toy, it might be pretty expensive.” Then, he looks at his gang member and cocks a brow. “Why don’t we just take him with us? He’ll lead us right back to their hiding spot.” His team quickly nod their heads in agreement, staring down at the blond-haired boy with mischievous eyes.
With his head dangled low, Jisung’s limbs are giving in but the grip on the pencil never once loosens. “Okay..” He slowly looks up and shoots them a look, chuckling darkly. “This is gonna be fun.” In a split second, the sharp end of the pencil goes straight into the goon’s stomach, making him stagger backward and groan aloud in agony. Although Jisung’s frame is quite small compared to what a standard fighter needs to be, he never fails to take advantage of that. If he’s smaller, he’s gonna be faster than them.
He sweeps a leg across the ground, one of the men falls onto his head, easily slipping into a good sleep until the zombies come in and take care of his unconscious body. Jisung catches the earpiece when it falls out of the goon’s hand. “Thanks, I’m gonna need my toy back.” Before he can slip the device on again, an arm sweeps under his feet and he lands right onto his bottom. “Using fire against fire. Smartass.” He mutters and clumsily props himself up from facepalming himself onto a pool of fresh blood that’s slowly seeping through the tiled floor.
The only conscious goon smirks down at him. “I don’t like coding. But I do like the color red.” When Jisung flutters his eyes upwards, he’s met with a shiny metal blade, inevitable to drive down, straight into his chest, right through his heart. He automatically squeezes his eyes shut as an attempt to brace himself for the contact.
“Hey asshole,” His eyes shoot open at the more than familiar voice.
two.
You’re so screwed. You’re all fucking screwed.
You’re not screwed because you completely forgot that you have four finals in a row next week. You’re not screwed because you broke your mom’s favorite mug or accidentally had a scratch on your dad’s car. Heck, you wish they could beat you with a wooden spoon right now. If only they’re still alive. You’d have your parents put you in timeout and fail four subjects all at once just so that everything can be normal again.
In movies, particularly ‘Zombieland’ or ‘The Walking Dead’, humans are being controlled by a virus that turns you into a walking corpse that feeds off humans’ flesh. But, we naturally do have plenty of brain disorders that can do just that. However, none of those things were contagious in the first place. Until Mad Cow Disease came along. Who would have thought? Cows are simply being part of the food chain then an entire square block, forty bedrooms, and nineteen bathrooms; everyone in your neighborhood went apeshit after the steak they had for dinner.
It’s a miracle how you even managed to run away without being bit by your own parents, who are now brainless serial killers. The idea of eating someone’s organs doesn’t seem too far-fetched anymore when you know that you’re only one brain chemical away from turning to a psychotic cannibal. That’s not even the irony of the whole situation. Irony, is how ready your current generation is for the end of the world, but not exams.
Hence, you’re gonna throw a birthday party for one of your best friends like nothing’s ever happened. Except for the fact that you’ll have to lure him out of the sanctuary while the others are working on the surprise.
Now you’re sitting in an abandoned bar, attempting to cheer your friend up with a shot of whiskey. You’ve never really liked the idea of being inside a bar before. Drowning yourself in alcohol and letting the night snatch your consciousness away as you sway your body along with bad EDM, going deaf with laughter and music banging against your eardrums? Not ideal. But now, it’s all empty. The neon lights are hanging by a single cable, wallpapers chipping off with discolorations soaking through the wall. The once infamous bar where students used to get wasted every weekend is now dead. Both literally and metaphorically. You’re not complaining anyway.
“Hey Jeongin,” you speak up lowly. “Have you ever hit a girl before?” You run your tongue over the cut right on your bottom lip, tasting the coppery blood in boredom.
Jeongin stares blankly at the glass of whiskey that you just offered him, studying the yellowish component closely. “No? Why would I?” He looks up and almost freezes to death with the look that you’re throwing his way. He can’t tell whether you’re mad or not because you’re that type of person who doesn’t necessarily need to go all furious or mad to scare the shit out of someone.
“No? Oh, don’t mind me,” you shake your head, low chuckles vibrating through your chest capacity. “I was just gonna ask you how it feels. You know, to kick someone in the gut or punch them in the face when you know they’re clearly not your size.” You sigh and prop your head onto your hand, eyes slightly heavy from the alcohol kick. It’s been a while since you’ve messed with these things. “Right, sorry. Not my point. My point is: stop being a big baby and get out there, talk it out with Jisung you little shit!”
The boy in front of you quickly looks away when you stare him dead in the eye. He swallows heavily, picking at the ripped part of his jeans. “I’m not gonna talk it out with him. That was stupid, irresponsible and reckless. He could have just let it be and not have his jaw broken. He was supposed to sneak in, get out, and act like nothing’s ever happened. Instead, he got caught at a bar, waved at them and even said ‘Hi, I’m Jisung’. He didn’t even get anything but got you in danger! Look at you! Minho would kill us if he saw you with a thousand arrow wounds like this!” He throws his hands upwards and cries out. “I swear to God, I’d never sign up to save his ass, ever, again. I swear—“
You clear your throat, wordlessly dropping a black duffel bag onto the counter with a loud thud. Jeongin’s mouth forms an ‘o’ as his hands automatically unzip the bag, revealing an awful amount of weapons: shotguns, rifles, knives, crowbars, etc. Heck, even some food. God, Jeongin can’t even remember the last time he’s had a proper meal. He subconsciously runs his hand along the matte-finished surface of a firearm, a retort lingering on the tip of his tongue. “Wow,” he utters. “He really— he got them.”
“He did.” You cock a brow, leaning forward and zip the bag up again. “And tell you what, even if you’re not gonna be there when Jisung makes a bad decision again, I will. Because you know damn well that there’s nothing in this world that he wouldn’t hesitate to do as long as your little junkie ass is safe.”
“HEY, WE CAN TALK THIS OUT, CHILL—“
“I said hands up! DROP THE GUN!”
“Chan, DON’T DO IT!”
You and Jeongin quickly collect yourselves, scrambling out of the bar. When the door swings wide open, you’re met with Jisung on his knees, hands behind his head, his Benelli M4 abandoned by a water bottle near the entrance. Meanwhile, there are two other guys who seem like they’re talking amongst themselves as they hold your best friend at gunpoint. Your fingers hover over the pistol in your back pocket, mentally debating if you should engage or not.
The more you’re lost into your own thoughts, the more you find yourself staring at the pink-haired boys standing beside the brunette one, who’s having a handgun, pointing right at Jisung. The freckled boy has you drawn into him like instant gravity because suddenly, it feels like the world stops spinning when he looks up and accidentally meets your eyes. That’s when you take a closer look at his features. Perfect dark eyebrows, bright beady eyes, and prominent Cupid’s bow. His freckles are what throw you off, making it possible to look away because they’re like embers of disintegrated supernovas, scattered across the universe for eternities.
“Everyone calm down!” You snap out of it and break eye contact. As much as you’d love to stare at the freckled cutie all day, you’re gonna cut him in his sleep if he dares to put a finger on Jisung. “Lay off my friend. Now.” You declare and receive attention from the brunette as he tells you off with his eyes.
The guy who you assume is called, Chan jerks his head towards Jisung. “Tell your friend that it’d be nice if he could give it back.”
“Give what back?” You turn to Jisung. “Han, we’ve talked about this. We don’t steal from anyone, besides street gangs.” You tell him firmly, motioning for him to hand over whatever the fuck of a thing that those two strangers need because him getting killed for something as childish as a slice of cheesecake is gonna drive you nuts.
Jisung opens up his left palm and shows you a silver wedding band, smiling awkwardly as you hold yourself back from decking him in the face. “Look, I was just looking around and I found this thing, and I got curious then they just came back and deadass threatened me with their guns!” He adds in. “I don’t know what’s the big deal with this ring anyway. Looks like someone bought it on eBay.”
“Say that again, I dare you.” Chan tightens his grip on the gun and clicks in a bullet. As soon as you hear the bullet being locked in to the chamber, your hand automatically flies to your back pocket and pulls out your pistol. You directly aim at his head, finger trembling over the trigger when you switch off the safety catch. “Give-it-back,” Chan says through gritted teeth.
“Jisung..” You warn him.
Jisung protests. “Like hell I would.”
“I never miss, just throwing that out there,” Chan says indifferently
“I SAID PUT THE GUN DOWN.”
“ENOUGH!” Jeongin snaps, catching all of you off guard. “We are surrounded by mindless cannibals over here! We all went through it, we all were there when our family turned into those monsters, we all had those times where we had no place to go, no food to eat, no friends to be there for us. Don’t we have enough problems? For fuck’s sake look at us! Is pointing guns and yelling at each other gonna bring the good days back? So would you guys just stop it? We’re a bunch idiots trying to kill each other when the end is fucking near! Can’t we just be friends and play some dumbass games like ‘20 Questions’ like decent human beings while we’re driving them back to the safehouse ?”
You stare at him in awe for a moment there, your muscles relaxing and giving up on the gun. Jeongin gives Chan a Look, chest heaving up and down in pure furiosity. Sometimes the idea of surviving does mess with your mind, forgetting that people are still people. They’re just like you. They’ve gone through some pretty bad shits too.
Chan retrieves his weapon, sighing. “Sorry, we really mean no harm. It’s just that we need it back.” He scratches his neck sheepishly as two dimples are fully on display. He’s not so scary when he smiles after all.
“I’m gonna have to confiscate that for the time being.” You snatch the piece of jewelry from Jisung’s hand. “We’ll talk about this when you guys are back at our base.”
“But—“
“Chan, let her. It’s fine.” The freckled boy interrupts him.
You look at him and subconsciously smile. “Oh? I’m sorry, does this belong to you? Aren’t you scared that I’m gonna throw this pretty little thing away later?”
He replies with mild interest. “I don’t think you’d wanna do that, you could have just kept it to yourself.”
“No, Charming. It’s not my style.” You voice as you stare down at the ring, studying every little detail carefully. The silver band is exquisite with a sterling double knot, adding a unique touch to the elegant simplicity of the ring. You think you’re already falling in love, but are you really gonna tell him that? Most definitely not. “Yep, not my style. And I’ll throw it away someday, that’s for threatening my friend.”
He makes a face and takes a few steps towards you. “I have a name.”
“Don’t care. ‘Charming’ suits you pretty well.”
“It’s Felix. You’re welcome.” He grins, offering you a hand. You decide to take it, kind of taken aback when knowing that his hand is a lot smaller compared to the average guys’. “And I wouldn’t worry about that, you won’t be going home with it anyway. ‘Cause I’ll always find you, always.” He squeezes your hand a little bit too tight for your liking, making you flinch.
Little did you know, behind his back, Felix’s counting down from one two three with his fingers, Chan watching him closely with his gun ready.
Three.
Two.
One.
Jisung quickly notices and reaches out to you. “Y/N!” And one single shotgun rings through the area.
three.
On the outskirts of the once stellar city, lies a warehouse in a not so stellar neighborhood. Dead leaves are falling onto the ground, scraping against the concrete surface, and sending chills down people’s spine. It’s like they’re not even trying to grow properly even when it’s not halfway through spring yet. The eerie atmosphere is just another reason for people to not wander around for too long, as if they’d have the gut to come there in the first place. But it’s still a zombie apocalypse, there are worse things that could happen either way.
You’d be surprised at what people can do when they’re dangling off the fingertips of Death.
People would never guess what’s hidden behind the crooked door. A living room fully equipped with an outdated couch and broken TV, a kitchen with everything but a fridge. Further into the safe house is a bedroom big enough for ten people to fit in, a storage room full of firearms and weapons. Last but not least, security cameras and monitors are set up all around the base, to be more secure. No zombies in this household. It took you and the guys forever to collect enough materials. The only thing that you’re constantly running low on is food.
And turns out Jisung calling your name wasn't the last thing you’d heard.
“Ugh, Minho, get me water,” You groan loudly before wagging your hand around like a madwoman. Once you feel the cool metal surface on the nightstand, you quickly check your own reflection. Needless to say, you’re horrified at what you saw. Absolutely terrifying, yes. Hair falling onto your face, tiny scratches scattered across your cheekbones as they leave an itchy sensation of your skin. Fortunately, the cut on your lips is already cleaned, and your bruises are starting to fade. But what sucks is the constant banging effect on your temple, an imminent pain that’s threatening to swallow you whole.
Yeah, this is why you never drink.
“Minho, water..” Your whimper grows smaller and smaller towards the end as your hand gives up on holding onto your phone. “Is this what whiskey does to the human body?” You smack your lips together as the bitter taste seeps through your taste buds more deeply, choking on the alcohol smell in your own throat.
Minho takes long strides into the bedroom with a bowl of piping hot soup. “Whiskey contains almost no sugar, can reduce blood clots, decreases your chances of getting a heart attack, even a stroke, fights cancerous cells and..” He pauses before wiggling his eyebrows. “Helps you perform better in bed.” He chuckles when you bury your face under your blanket, cheeks tinted pink. He will never not get you with his less than appropriate comments.
“You’re gross.”
Minho smirks. “Low blow.” He cranes his neck tiredly, lips curling upwards into a small smile. “You’re quite lucky. Whoever was trying to kill you missed.”
Your brows automatically knit together as you try to gather the small pieces of memories your brain can muster. Everything that happened yesterday seems too cloudy for you to comprehend, but you could never forget the moment Chan’s bullet missed you by a strand of hair, piercing straight into the plexiglass window right behind you to catch you off guard. Next thing you know, Felix kicked the back of your knees, having you land on buckling ankles.
You tell Minho sternly. “If he wanted me dead, I wouldn’t have come back in one piece.” You hold in a breath, in disbelief of your own words. “He spared my life, believe it or not.” Chan let you go, but why would he? You did piss him and his friend off intentionally because you never know what you’re getting yourself into.
Minho figures you might have hit your head somewhere, so he places your food on the nightstand and scoffs. “Eat up, you’re talking a shit ton for someone who almost died.”
“Where’s Han?” You gladly receive the bowl of soup with two hands, mouth watering slightly since you haven’t eaten since yesterday.
As if on cue, you can hear Jisung shrieking from downstairs. “NO NO NO! DON’T SHOOT ME WITH MY OWN GUN!”
You and Minho exchange a look before rushing outside, dashing towards the living room. “Oh, you gotta be shitting me.” The commotion inside has your jaw dropped to the floor. Again, Jisung is held at gunpoint for the fourth time of the week, you’re quite surprised that his head hasn’t been blown into bits yet. With the gun pressed against his temple, beside him is the freckled boy from yesterday. Felix, if you’re not mistaken. Chan’s here too, neither of them is looking too happy. If Hyunjin was here seeing two strangers try to threaten his best friend, he’d definitely go apeshit.
“Woah woah, what’s the problem here?” Your brother, Woojin comes out from the kitchen with wide eyes and two glasses of water in his hands. “Lix, put the gun down.” He tells the younger boy firmly, but Felix doesn’t even move an inch.
He cocks his head towards Jisung, a scowl adorning his soft features. “It wouldn’t have to be like this if your friend here didn’t steal my ring. Twice.”
“Jisung, seriously?” You facepalm yourself. You can still vividly remember how Felix snatched the piece of jewelry away from your palm when your face smacked the ground. And now Jisung decided to take it back? Without your consent? You’re not taking a bullet for him, not this time.
Jisung puts his hands up in defeat. “Okay okay, I have a confession.” He inhales. “I sold it.” Just when you thought things can’t possibly get any worse.
“What?!” You and Felix exclaim simultaneously.
Felix tongues the inside of his cheek in annoyance. “Come here, tell you what..”
The moment Jisung takes a step towards him, Felix takes his hand in a little bit too abruptly. He twists it at a weird angle, making Jisung wince. “That, is for selling the ring.” He presses your friend harshly against the coffee table, the handle of the gun secured on the nape of his neck, and you grimace at the sight. But also, you’re low-key enjoying this. “And that, is for being a little shit. You’re coming with me tomorrow, no negotiation.”
Felix soon lets go when your brother glares at him, smiling softly, warm brown eyes twinkling like a starry night. Jisung backs away almost immediately in caution when he offers to pull him upright and cowers behind Minho. You can tell that he’s terrified of the seemingly harmless freckled boy now. This is what he gets for never learning, he’s made a grave mistake to touch someone’s property in the middle of an apocalypse, where everyone’s more than ready to tear each other apart when they’re pissed about off about something as little as being hangry. “Huh, you’re not very into handshakes then. Don’t you want your gun back too?” He puts his hands into the pockets of his jeans, turning to meet Woojin’s eyes.
“Alright, we’ll have to talk about this later.” Your brother merely sneers at Jisung. “I’ll reintroduce you guys. Y/N, my sister.” He motions towards you before averting his attention to the other two. “That’s Minho, find him if you’re injured or need someone to knock some solid logic into your head.” Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair. “And the moron who, uh, robbed you is Jisung. He’s a really good guy, I swear. His hands are apparently faster than his brain.”
Chan speaks up dryly. “So he’s a doctor, and a part-time therapist.” Minho nods satisfactorily. “And he’s an idiot.” Jisung just smiles awkwardly because he’s not planning on getting his ass kicked again. At least not for the time being.
You interject, still drowning in confusion. “Wait, you know him?”
“Yeah, he’s the son of our parents’ former business partners. You guys used to hang out as toddlers.” Woojin says.
You widen your eyes. “What?” You can’t believe it. Felix is ridiculously attractive (you’d hate to admit that in front of him) so hanging out with a boy this cute, even not for long would still definitely leave you with some kind of impression. There’s no way this charming guy had witnessed those times where you’re still taking medicine by swallowing them down with chocolate pudding. You’d rather bury yourself alive at this point.
“The Lees made that?” You gasp.
Woojin nods reluctantly. “They sure did.”
Felix takes a few steps forward and looks down at you, decreasing the distance between your faces. His minty breath fans your face and leaves you flustered within seconds. “Long time no see, Princess. Told you I will always find you.” He throws you a wolfish wink, proceeding to walk past you to go upstairs with Chan following him after.
“Hey! I still want my gun back!” Jisung yells after him.
The pet name that rolled off his tongue effortlessly sends your heartbeat over the edge. It’s beating vigorously inside your rib cage, louder than when your parents were about to eat you alive, louder than when you were kicked to the curb by some random mobs, so loud that you’re afraid everyone’s gonna hear it. It’s only your second encounter and he’s already messing with your heart just by simply existing as he is.
Jesus fucking Christ. Now, you’re really screwed.
Because falling for someone during an apocalypse is just another fucked up version of every rom-com to ever exist. Or maybe a knocked-off version of Warm Bodies, except Felix isn’t a zombie.
Yet.
four.
You wake up today feeling quite at peace for once in a while since the zombies outbreak only to find out that Jisung is heading outside to search for medicine with Minho. Meaning, drum rolls, you’re having the honor to go with Prince Charming aka Lee Felix and retrieve his stupid ring. You’re far too mad at Woojin to even finish the can of tuna that he kindly offered. Instead, you decide to bolt outside as soon as possible before you accidentally murder your brother.
“Get in Princess, we don’t have all day!” Felix calls out loudly as he repeatedly honks his car. Admittedly, you’re quite impressed that he managed to find a whole ass Jeep in the middle of this ghost town.
You enter the car, almost gasping at how good of a condition that this car is still in. Whoever owned this vehicle previously, God bless them because they definitely did a great job at keeping it nice and clean. There are no questionable items lying on the floor or inside one of the cabinets, the AC is still working, the radio isn’t showing those creepy statics sounds that never fail to chill you to the bones.
Felix perks a brow in amusement. “It’s mine, by the way, I did a great job at keeping it clean huh?” When you give him nothing but a scowl, he chuckles lightheartedly and starts the engine. “Buckle up, I don’t want you to suddenly fly out of the window or anything.”
“Oh, you’re pretty shit at driving then.” You comment flatly, making an effort to avoid his eyes. They keep drawing you in even at the slightest chance. You’re not falling into that downward spiral again, nope, never. But you can’t help but notice how he still looks good in a bomber jacket with a simple tee underneath, tucked neatly inside his ripped jeans.
Upon your cold response, Felix’s smile remains still on his lips. “Said someone who can’t even drive.” He snickers somewhat sarcastically. Wow, do you miss bickering with Minho about his three spoiled cats.
“Sure, hand over the keys unless you want us both to play tennis with Hitler in the afterlife.” You protest with as much sarcasm. God, it’s been two minutes into the ride and the amount of willpower you’re mustering right now to not grab him by the collar and yank his ass out of this car is actually terrifying. But doing that can potentially threaten your own life so indeed, you’re starting to wonder if that’s gonna be the wisest decision. “What’s the big deal with that ring anyway? Can’t you just break into some jewelry store and find another one that you like?”
Felix looks into the distance, his smile faltering. “My mom wanted me to give it to the girl that I’m willing to spend the rest of my life with. Even when things are fucked up, like right about… now..” He tells you sternly with a hint of sadness in his tone, his warm brown eyes are now cloudy. It’s hard to break through the wall that he’s trying to build, but you don’t think you both are close enough to talk about these things anyway.
If anything, you should try to lighten up the mood. “Good luck with that. Because the only thing you’re gonna be willing to live with now is a gun and those packets of Tim Tam Slam.”
He turns sideways to make eye contact with you for a split second before averting his gaze back on the road. So you actually pay attention to the little details. “Call it.” Felix smiles again, and somehow, you feel like a weight is being lifted off your chest. “And mind you, I have a fiancé. Well, more like ‘had’ but whatever, doesn’t matter, same thing.”
You nearly choke on your own saliva, eyes as wide as a goldfish’s. “You have a what?!”
“Relax, haven’t you heard of an arranged marriage before?” He looks at you as if you’re some kind of alien species from outer space. “I was gonna give the ring to her but bummer, your friend just had to sell it.”
Arms crossed over your chest, you hold back a chuckle with a hand secured on your mouth. “Wow..” You manage to choke out between giggles. “You must be getting something impressive to be able to agree to marry a goody-two-shoes who owns more money than what she knows to do with.”
“Pardon?” Felix snorts involuntarily. “What does that suppose to mean? Are you insulting my marriage?”
‘Insulting’ is an understatement for an entire lecture that you’ve already planned out in your head that you’re about to give him a piece of but you don’t think he’s ready for that just yet. Instead, you counter softly. “Not quite, but for the most parts, yeah, I guess I am.” He tightens his grip on the steering wheel and proceeds to throw daggers towards your direction with his eyes every three seconds. “But let me ask you this. If you wanna give that ring to your fiancé so badly, then do you really love her? Or is everything just a contract so that you won’t put your parents’ company at risk?”
A comfortable silence falls upon the both of you as Felix starts replaying your words over and over again in his mind. He’s never the type to go out and about, looking for love like it’s the only purpose of his life. He’s never dated anyone before. He used to believe that love always comes at the most unexpected moment for the longest time and he should be waiting, not searching. He didn’t think much about the arranged marriage either. She was a nice girl, but they’ve only talked twice, and nothing really clicked like how he imagined love would feel like. Felix knew, he knew deep down that it wouldn’t work out after all but he was just too much of a coward to admit it. But your words hit differently, imprinting him with a little something called ‘reality’.
Everything’s kinda screwed right now, no one knows how much longer humanity can keep up with this whole survival situation. Living on the streets, and can never get a good night's sleep. Although it does sting a bit knowing that he might die alone on this planet, it definitely gives him another point of view to look at the relationship between him and his fiancé. He doesn’t even want to imagine living in the same house with her at this point.
“Your mom wanted you to give it to someone special right?” You tell him softly, a hand brushing over his as an attempt to soothe the ache in his chest. “Then you gotta find them. It’s not over yet. But that doesn’t mean there’s much time left. You don’t have to keep running towards something that isn’t worth it in the first place anymore.” You pause for a moment, lips curling upwards. “Because if we cease to believe in love, why would we want to live?”
Felix bursts into laughter and brushes your hand off of him. “Ew! You stole that from a movie and it’s not even good. Jesus Y/N, get some counseling.”
“Don’t shit on my pop culture references like that you uncultured swine.”
“Just don’t do that again.”
You roll your eyes at him. “One more word and I’ll burn you down with this Jeep.” And he just smirks at you because he knows for sure that you won’t have the heart to destroy such a good car when the world is literally falling apart. Because chances are, you hate your dad’s old grey Innovator that only pumps lukewarm air inside the vehicle. In which, isn’t the most ideal thing for an apocalypse. But Woojin loves that thing far too much to throw it away so you’ve never had the heart to tell him to.
Felix calmly parks on a random sidewalk before taking the key and exits the car. “We’re here.” You follow him not long after, eyes squinted due to the brightness of the daylight. Even though you’re barely seeing anything, you can’t seem to recognize this neighborhood. And it doesn’t look very sketchy either, pretty mediocre to say the least. You can’t seem to remember if Woojin has taken you here or not. And you’re starting to wonder how many zombies are hiding behind those buildings, seeing your scent as a solution for their never-ending thirst. Who the hell did Jisung sell that ring to?
Felix narrows his eyes and spots something in the distance. “Y/N, are you seeing this?” You quickly stand beside him, and slowly, a slouched figure comes into view. “I’ll take care of that.” He places a hand on your shoulder when the figure picks up its pace, the muscles on your back tense up at his touch. “Trust me, I’m not gonna accidentally blow your head into bits.”
“Down!”
You quickly duck and slide yourself across the concrete surface in time before Felix can swing the baseball bat straight into your face. The bat comes in contact with the zombie harshly enough to knock it backward, onto her bottom. You and Felix look at each other for a solid three seconds before approaching the zombie again, examining her more closely. Her once blond hair is now doused in nothing but blood, sticking to her face and neck. Both of her lips are completely distorted as if another zombie gave her the kiss of Death (quite literally) as a welcome ritual. Suddenly, she jolts up from her lying position, hands wagging in midair to grab onto something.
You jump backward on instinct as Felix brings the baseball bat down again, and again, and again until you can’t even make out the horrendous features of the zombie anymore. He scrunches his nose at the smell of the poisoned blood and tosses the metal bat away. “Never hurts to double-tap, better not get blood on my white Jeep.”
You blurt subconsciously. “Impressive, Charming.” Okay but in your defense, Felix just smacked the hell out of the zombie with a baseball bat, he basically saved your life. Although you’re fully capable of protecting yourself, that was pretty hot.
He’s too busy fixing the sleeves of his shirt but his eyes immediately light up at your words. “Say that again?”
“In your freaking dreams, Lee.”
Felix pulls you in and ruffles your hair, rocking you side to side happily. “Don’t be so uptight! Complimenting me once in a while wouldn’t kill anyone now, would it?” When he’s too immersed in annoying the shit out of you, something falls out of his pocket with a small ‘clang’.
“Wait, you dropped something—“ You manage to wiggle out of his embrace and bend down to pick it up, and your mind just stops. “Felix…isn’t that your ring?”
five.
“Jesus Christ!” Woojin almost yells when he sees a black-eyed Felix exiting the kitchen with an ice pack on his right hand, lips swollen with several cuts across his face. “What happened to you?”
You walk into the living room not long after, tiny scratches are scattered all over your pale knuckles, blood trickling down on your cheeks like you’ve been crying red. “Okay,” Woojin shakes his head, pushing himself up from the beige-colored couch. “What the fuck happened to the both of you?”
“I punched him in the face.” “She punched me in the face.” The both of you confess in sync, exchanging questionable looks before turning away from each other.
“And why is there blood on your face again?” Woojin swears, if Felix dares to touch you, he will put his head on a chopping block, not to mention hurting you.
You shrug back, grabbing a water bottle from the coffee table and chug on it generously. “It’s not mine.” Without turning your head, you hand the bottle over to Felix. The boy gladly receives it, downing the whole thing left in one go. “Anyway, some mobsters appeared out of nowhere and they wanted his stupid ring. I got my ass kicked for a goddamn piece of jewelry, twice.” You merely glare at Felix who’s applying pressure to the cool pack of ice against his bruised eye, wincing every once in a while. He does feel kinda guilty, believe it or not. Maybe lying wasn’t the best option to get you to hang out with him more. There’s no way you two could have died back there, but he would be more than ready to throw the ring away for the sake of your safety.
But either way, Jisung’s gonna be dead meat to you after this.
“You do realize that we just kissed indirectly right?” Felix laughs when you chuck the now empty water bottle at him, hissing in anger. He’s acting like such a Lee, irritating, and carefree most of the time. In which, makes you wanna kill him with your bare hands even more in these kinds of situations. “Come here, a princess shouldn’t have blood on her pretty face.” He manages to turn you around and face him as he pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket. When he leans down slightly to wipe the crimson stickiness away, your once tense muscles now relax, loosening themselves.
Within this proximity, you’re able to take a closer look at his starry eyes with long lashes framing them perfectly, his cute button nose, his peachy lips and how his freckles are more beautiful than anything you’ve seen before. One of his hands holds your neck in place while the other is secured on your waist so it’s easier for him to get a better angle. Felix furrows his brows every now and then, being careful and gentle at the same time to get rid of the blood off your face completely. He did pull you into doing the dirty business after all. Might as well make up for it.
You didn’t push him away because this feels...safe, and right. He makes you feel at ease after the longest time, it’s like nothing you’ve experienced before. Not even your brother can possess this sense of comfort in his presence. It almost makes you smile which is seemingly paradoxical because forty minutes ago, you were figuring out ways to hide a corpse since you couldn’t stand his nosy ass for much longer.
“Ew, I’m getting out of here. I can’t bear seeing this.” Woojin makes a gagging noise before stumbling out of the living room with his cup of espresso, leaving you and Felix alone in the living room. A muffled silence occurs for the next thirty seconds.
“There,” He clears his throat before pulling away. “Done.”
You look away. “Thanks, you didn’t have to do that though.”
“Anything for my princess.”
You ignore his cheeky smile before rummaging through the wooden drawers. “Sit down.” You demand once you pull out a mini first aid kit, Minho always keeps those randomly around the house just in case. One can never be too careful after all. Felix does as you say, taking a seat on the couch. He watches you taking out a cotton swab with a bottle of sanitizing solution. “Lean in.” You command while dipping the cotton swab into the solution, his hand brushing over your thigh accidentally.
“Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” You shake your head as an attempt to hide the coral tint on your cheeks. “This is gonna hurt though…” You warn him, cotton swab hovering over one of the cuts on his cheeks. Felix nods obediently, clenching his fists and squeezes his eyes shut to brace himself for the burn. He can’t gush over how cute you look anymore since he’s secretly terrified of cleaning wounds. But who isn’t?
You smirk internally. “Okay, I’m gonna count down from three to one.”
“Three..” A single drop of cold sweat rolls down on his temple.
“Two..” He holds his breath. But before he can react properly, you’re already pressing the cotton swab onto his wound, your other hand pinning his down firmly. “Felix quit moving already! How old are you for fuck’s sake?!” You laugh wholeheartedly, struggling to hold him in place while cleaning his opened cuts with the solution.
Felix shrieks like a little child. “Ah! Ow! Y/N! Ah! Y/N! Y/N, I SWEAR TO GOD!” He succeeds in pulling away after a good three minutes, the burn from the alcohol feels like there’s fire coursing through his veins, burning a hole right through his skin. He’s not doing that ever again. “That hurt like a motherfucker.” Whimpering, his brows are knitted together in agony when you put a bandage over the wound. “You didn’t even finish counting, I hate you.”
“There there you big baby.” Smiling at him, your hand gently caresses his calloused ones. It doesn’t take him long to realize how soft your hands are, and how cold they are compared to him too. So he decides to link your fingers together, hoping to give you some of his warmth. You completely freeze at his action and choose to look anywhere but his eyes, from the broken TV to the random magazines on the coffee table and his shiny pistol next to them.
Felix brushes his thumb over the back of your hand and chuckles. “See, you do know how to smile. It’s not that hard to smile in front of me after all, is it?” He brings your knuckles to his lips and peppers small kisses over them lovingly. It makes his heart crack a little upon seeing them all scratched up, because of him. Little actions like this always make you feel fuzzy on the inside, especially when it comes from someone like Felix? You’re done for.
“I didn’t see this. I’ve never seen this. I’m not seeing this. I will never see this again.” He pulls away shyly when Jisung starts teasing you both as he passes by the living room from upstairs. Oh right, weren’t you planning on decking his face for setting you on a ‘date’ with a guy you hardly know only after three solid days when he kicked your ass?
“HAN JISUNG GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!”
six.
Falling for Lee Felix is scarier than getting infected with the Mad Cow Disease (or Mad Zombie Disease). It’s official. But knowing the basic bitch that you are, being loopy in love with him is quite inevitable. There’s no use fighting against fate anyway, still, you’re going to postpone it for as long as you can because you definitely don’t wanna get too attached during an apocalypse.
Sadly, having Felix share a room with Chan right beside yours doesn’t exactly help you avoid him. He always roams the house half-naked at night like he’s trying to put his chiseled abs up for auction after every shower. One time he almost gave you a cardiac arrest when you found him rummaging through the fridge at two in the morning without a shirt on. There were some nights where you didn’t even get a wink of sleep because Chan and he were too busy jamming to music even though they know that the walls in this house are clearly paper-thin. However, you chose to let them slide for the sake of Jisung’s and Minho’s so-called ‘beauty sleep’ aka their spontaneous cuddle sessions throughout the day. That’s only an excuse to avoid him even more.
Felix obviously knows what’s up, so he’s been acting extra annoying these days to get your attention. He keeps popping his head inside your room (which was initially a storage room but you insisted on having it since you didn’t want to share your questionable sleeping habits with any of the guys) and asks for random stuff that never seems to make sense. Like who needs a fucking stapler when the whole world is falling into a crisis? You still kept yourself together and didn’t throw hands at him because you’re not planning on giving him what he wanted.
But what Felix wants? Felix gets.
“Good morning Princess..” He half-whispers and half-singsongs after shutting the door of your room with his foot. “Thank fucking God.” He mentally bows to whatever gods up there that’s pushing their blood family feud aside to bless him for the day. You’re still fast asleep, snoring softly with your grey blanket wrapped around your body.
He’s impressed by how you still manage to not wake up early every other day because there’s no curtain unlike his room so the sunlight can easily peer right through, casting a delicate light on your figure. Surprisingly, you don’t sleep like Chan, with his leg dangling off the edge of the bed and his blanket’s on the floor by the time the sun rises again. You sleep with four limbs curled inwards, hands grabbing two full fists of the grey fabric like a puppy.
He also notices how you’re still keeping pictures of your childhood memories on one of the empty bookshelves. There’s one with you and Woojin standing in the middle of Time Square when you both came to the States. And there’s another one where you’re dressed up as Harley Quinn with Hyunjin as the Joker on your right, Jisung as Rick Flag to your left and your brother as Deadshot squatting on the ground for your senior year’s Halloween party. Although you’re more of a Marvel gal yourself.
“Y/N...” Felix whispers softly as he sits down on your bed, careful not to wake you up. His original plan to have you chase him up and down the house is already going down the drain since he really doesn’t want to ruin a good night's sleep. Chan has done that to him one too many times and he sure knows the consequences. Heck, Chan might not even see him after this.
Felix outstretches his hand carefully, caressing your cheekbone like you’re made of glass. He can’t help but act like a creep because you’re too cute for your own good when you’re sleeping. It’s kinda nice actually, to not have you yelling at him for not putting clothes on right after his shower or wrestling him to the floor whenever he headlocks you at the most random times.
Suddenly, your eyes shoot open. The moment you see another human being’s presence in your own personal bubble, you automatically grab him by the neck before pinning him down onto the bed, locking his arms behind his back. “Ow! Ow! Dude, chill!” Felix cries out from underneath you, struggling to breathe properly when you’re practically crushing his lungs. Okay, he definitely did not see that coming.
“My goodness, what are you doing here?!” You gasp in realization, pushing yourself off the bed.
“Woojin- said-“ he chokes out between uneven breaths. “I could- come in- and wake you up.”
You cross your arms and sigh. “Yeah, come in.” You say with expressive hands. “Not touching me without my consent.”
He winces at the red marks across his wrists. “Since when can you fight someone like that?” Yeah, those aren’t going away anytime soon.
“What part of ‘Zombie Apocalypse Self-Learn Defense Basics 101’ don’t you understand?” You yawn tiredly before running a hand through your bed head. “Anyway, what do you want?”
Felix beams innocently, taking in the sight of your pajamas. “Your attention.” And you internally thank your brother for not doing laundry yesterday (water’s also running low), which means you had to borrow Minho’s PJs instead of wearing your Mickey Mouse sweatpants with the tank top from your old basketball team.
You really don’t have time for this, you think. Coldly, “Why?” you fake a lifeless smile.
“You’ve never spoken to me since the day when those mobsters beat the shit out of us.” He pouts like a sad kitten. “Look, I know that it’s my fault okay? I’m sorry. But I really just wanted to hang out with you. If you didn’t play hard to get, you would have saved us a trip to some sketchy neighborhood.”
You stop him right there. “First of all, I did talk to you. Just a maximum of five words per day. And secondly, they didn’t beat the shit out of us, we made them run back to wherever they came from, crying for their mommy while soiling their pants.”
“There!” He exclaims. “You said it yourself. Five words per day. Why? Am I that much of an asshole to hold a civil conversation with? Don’t tell me that you’re still holding grudges from the day we first met.”
“So what if I hold grudges? Do you think holding my best friend at gunpoint is gonna make me wanna befriend you?”
“Okay, bad example—“
“Look, can we talk this out later? I need to go outside and look for some food. We’re running out of those premade, frozen chicken nuggets that my brother’s obsessed with. As always.” You push him aside and place your hand on the doorknob. But Felix catches your hand in time before you can twist it, yanking it back so that you’re facing him, dead in the eye. He’s not letting go of his chance again. “Let-me-go.” You deadpan but receive a frown from him as a reply.
“No,” Felix looks like you just spit on him, his mocha eyes are now unreadable, almost hurt at why you’re acting so cold towards him. Some guys find it hot when girls have this kind of facade on, but this? This shit hurts him, tremendously. You might see him as a spoiled brat at day and party animal at night who just happens to be friends with your brother for all he knows. “I don’t trust your definition of ‘later’. Who knows? You might never let me into your life again after this conversation. I don’t like people shutting me out like this. Tell me, Y/N, do you really hate me that much? If so, I solemnly swear I will never talk to you again.”
Your prepared beforehand witty retort grows dead on the tip of your tongue. His eyes...they’re not lying. It makes your heart crack a bit upon seeing how sad they look right now. Perhaps you were being too harsh on him? Maybe you shouldn’t have judged him from the get-go? “You care about me, don’t you?” Felix reaches his hand upwards to tug a strand of hair behind your ear. He gently grabs your hand and places them on his cheekbone, where a scar is fading by time. “Remember this? You treated me. You do care, Y/N. You’re not stupid enough to think that I didn’t know right?”
You retrieve your hand and scoff. “Why would I care? Did I look like I cared? The only reasons I treated your wounds were because I could witness your pathetic state and I punched you in the face previously. Totally didn’t regret that but still, I wanted to make it up to you.” You say, desperately trying to wiggle your way out of this conversation because you’re not enjoying where this is going.
He inches closer and closer until he’s a breath away from your lips. “Because when you were treating my wounds, you had that dumb look on your face whenever you’re focused.” And you finally exhale when he pulls away, backing out of your room with a smirk. “I’ll wait in the car, your Highness.”
seven.
Going grocery shopping with Felix is rather stressful. Not because there are zombies spontaneously popping out of nowhere every five minutes, but because you quickly, quickly realize that this boy knows nothing about food other than stuffing his face until he can’t even pick himself up anymore. He can’t tell the difference between actually good meat and meat that’s been spoiled for several weeks. You literally can’t even fathom why because the foul smell would definitely give it away but unfortunately, he doesn’t even spare a second to suspect the sketchy hues of green and blue on the red surface.
But hey, at least he can kick some zombies’ asses when you’re too busy deciding between salmon and tuna. You’d always end up getting both anyway because why not? Guess this is what you get for not having to pay for anything. Being stuck with an uneducated fool who’s never once experienced working in the kitchen. The area around here is somewhat isolated so the stores are still pretty stocked up with all of the essentials. Thank God they haven’t run out of Woojin’s favorite chicken nuggets.
“Do you even know what this is?” You throw your hands up midair in disbelief, referring to the pile of grapefruits that are now half-way empty for no particular reason.
Felix makes a thinking face, lips pursing. “I think it’s a flamingo.”
“Lee Yongbok, you gotta be shitting me—“
He stops midway towards the frozen aisle. “Woah woah slow down bro, where did you get that name from?” His Korean name is as confidential as Chan’s secret drawers full of his guilty pleasure food. Not many people call him that because he secretly hates it and whoever takes that advantage to make fun of him deserves the cruelest of punishment. Felix frowns furiously at you before grabbing several packs of the chicken nuggets, fries, and some dumplings to throw them into the cart along with his Tim Tam Slam and your KitKat. “Chan told you right? He’s been on my ass all week since we moved in with you guys.”
You help him with stocking up canned food. “Why though? He seems like such a nice guy.” Okay except for the fact that he almost blew Jisung’s brain out. But you’re not gonna dwell on the past. “No worries though, everyone has probably known your Korean name by now.”
“This is not what I signed up for.”
You aggressively grab him by the neck to ruffle his hair, laughing at his misery. “Look at us, we’re already becoming so civil, I bet my brother is loving this.”
Felix tugs himself free from your grip to fix his hair and huffs. “Could be fate, you know?” He wiggles his brows, making you gag as you both make your way out of the store.
“Right,” you roll your eyes. “And they say I’m the crazy one.”
“No! I’m serious!” He exclaims with two hands up in defense. “One thing leads to another. Are you seeing how far we’ve come?” He pauses for a bit when the two of you reach the car so that he can throw everything to the backseats. “Jisung impulsively stole my ring, which made us run into each other. I met you again because I just happen to be friends with your brother. And since you tried to avoid me so hard, I had an excuse to piss you off so that I’m making up to you right now. How is that not fate?” He ends his speech before entering the car, inserting his key to start the engine.
You jump into the passenger’s seat, scoffing. “Thanks for the pep talk, pretty sure fate’s doing all the work. Now, where are we going?”
“I’m hungry, and I’m craving something.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “And I’m supposed to care because..?”
“Shut up and turn on some music.” He tosses you his phone.
Felix’s playlist consists of a handful of Coldplay’s songs with some other upbeat, trendy ones. He knows enough lyrics to sing along to throughout the drive. You look out the window and loosen yourself up a bit. His voice is surprisingly soothing, a stark contrast to his usual deep talking voice which is kinda nice to listen to. Both of you never start talking because you’re already dozing off to Dreamland because he had the audacity to drag your ass out of bed at eight in the morning. Your head constantly knocks onto the cool glass window every two minutes or so, but it doesn’t seem to be bothering your slumber.
It’s almost noon, and the sun’s probably the only thing that’s keeping Felix awake. He’s hungry, thirsty, sleepy and kind of stiff from occupying the driver’s seat for way too long. He didn’t get any sleep last night, busy thinking of ways to get your attention again. Luckily, he didn’t walk out of your room with a black eye this time. Felix mentally exhales when he pulls up, and his eyes are met with the giant purple and pink neon sign: “Fancy” aka Chan’s favorite place. He shuts the engine off before leaning over to wake you up.
“Meow,” he flinches at the sound and immediately turns to you. You would never possibly make that, would you? “Meow,” there it is again. His eyes shift again to the backseats, squinting hard only to make out a yellow ball of fluff shuffling through the bags of groceries. “Oh my God Soonie, what the hell are you doing here?” He sighs in relief when the cat finally looks up at him, green eyes piercing through the dark.
You stir in your slumber and eventually wake up upon hearing the commotion. “What happened?” A loud yawn escapes your lips when you rub your eyes tiredly. You turn around only to see Minho’s oldest cat pawing at the paper bags. “Are you seeing Soonie in the backseats right now or am I just delusional?”
“Well, that makes two of us. She probably sneaked out again, Minho’s gonna throw hands soon.” Felix scoops Soonie into his arms easily and opens the door. Then, he turns around to look at you. “Come on, I bet you’re hungry, my treat.”
eight.
“Food,” Felix tells you when he shuts the door behind his back. He takes in the cool air of the diner and exhales deeply. God bless humanity for air conditioners.
You nod back without looking at him. “Yeah, food.” And you let him drag you across the diner by the wrist.
The diner is definitely not the place that needs to be booked months in advance. It’s not the kind with large mullioned windows, long embroidered curtains, velvet tables or delicate classical music in the background. It leans more towards the retro style with checkered floor, colorful and fun pieces of furniture, somewhere that makes you feel cozy too. You like it here.
Felix outstretches his limbs and yawns, petting Soonie gently. The cat isn’t as impulsive as she is whenever Doongie or Dori is trying to steal her toy. Thank goodness. “Nayeon!” He smiles and waves at the brunette girl behind the counter.
She quickly catches your eyes with her bunny-like smile, radiant skin, and pretty eyes. When she smiles, her cheeks are bunched up, eyes wrinkling into little crescent moons. The type of smile that will make anyone a little breathless. Then, you hear Felix mumbling that something smells really fucking good when he leans over the counter. You look around the diner once again, although it’s empty, there are still people working as if they don’t mind the given circumstances. These people are all high, they are all insane. They have to be.
Nayeon pulls out a pen along with her notepad, eyeing you with curiosity. “Hey kid, where’s Chan?” And you quickly break eye contact with her, pretending to have some kind of interest in the photo of her with other eight girls right beside the menu. They were on a tropical island, smiling and laughing with the ocean waves splashing against them. All of them are incredibly gorgeous, making you feel small in comparison.
“He’s elsewhere with Woojin today. I’ll take the usual,” Felix slides the smaller version of the menu across the counter, perking a brow for you to take a look at it. “Choose whatever you like.”
You shrug. “Anything will do.”
“Then two of what I already said then.” He nods towards the waitress, earning another warm smile.
Nayeon taps her pen against her cheek, whispering. “Who’s that? Did you find someone?” She looks down at how his hand is holding onto yours and grins mischievously. Felix automatically drops your hand at her words, blushing furiously while looking down in slight embarrassment. “Ah, no need to explain, I’ve got you.” She places a hand on his shoulder and laughs before punching in your order.
“It’s not—“
Nayeon puts her index finger over his mouth. “I’ve got you.” She’s never seen Felix hanging out with any girl other than his sisters before so she’s 90% sure that you’re not just any girl to be able to go to this specific diner with him. By the look of it, there’s gotta be something between you two. How you’re constantly staring into midair and anywhere else to avoid her eagle eyes, how Felix’s cheeks are redder than a tomato. Everything just speaks for itself. “Your orders will be right out.” She beams and walks back into the kitchen. You almost bury yourself alive hearing multiple females squealing and giggling in the distance.
“Sorry about that,” he pushes himself away from the counter before smiling sheepishly. “They just get excited because—“
“Because you’re a coward who’s never been in a relationship before.” You finish his sentence with a smirk, snatching Soonie from his pocket and walk over to one of the round tables.
Felix settles down on the opposite side of the table with a sigh. He shoots you a dirty look before pouting. “God, you’re so mean. Stop exposing my miserable, non-existent love life.”
[1:35p.m.]
meanhoe | uhm hello Kardashians, I’m looking for my eldest daughter Soonie?
woobear | not the living room!
[1:36p.m.]
trashbin | not my room!
drama lama | not the backyard!
old man | not the kitchen either!
[1:37p.m.]
quokka | not the bar too!
meanhoe | tf are you doing at a bar?
quokka | retrieving my sanity…
[1:38p.m.]
meanhoe | you know that my whiskey is wayyy better right?
quokka | DID I STUTTER?
meanhoe | swiped left.
[1:39p.m.]
y/n | she was inside Felix’s Jeep for some reason, we’re at a diner rn, some place called ‘Fancy’?
old man | LEE FELIX YOU TRAITOR!!
old man | YOU BETTER BRING ME SOME WHEN YOU GET HOME.
[1:40p.m.]
meanhoe | bring her home safely, and I’ll make dinner.
meanhoe | if not, I will grab you both by the throat and tear you apart, piece by piece.
meanhoe | there will be no negotiation, no compromise, and no mercy.
You just grin at your phone before putting the device away and shudder slightly. That’s enough Internet for today, boys being boys. This is why you’re low-key terrified of cat lovers. “Well aren’t you busy,” Felix scoffs when he sees that you’re not having any interest in one of the proper conversations with him that rarely happens. “Too busy texting with some cute boy to talk to me instead?” He cocks his head sideways, mustering his best puppy eyes or in this case, kitten eyes because he looks just like ‘Puss in Boots’.
You pinch his nose cutely, making him back off in pain. “If you’re saying Minho aka the freaky dad cat is cute then yes, I am extremely occupied with him threatening my life for having his beloved daughter in my arms.” Then, you allow him to glare at you for as long as he likes while you’re too focused on admiring the view from the window. The sky is oddly blue today, not too cloudy, not too sunny, the air is not that stuffy either. Maybe on a good day, even a zombie apocalypse seems pretty normal. You can understand why these girls still want to run the diner during times like this, simply because they love their job. And they want to help those in need because it’s the least they can do, to give people a heartwarming meal.
“Sorry,” Nayeon walks towards your table with a bowl of warm milk. “The food will be out in a minute, I just don’t want the little thing to starve and be all miserable while you guys are stuffing your faces.” She pets Soonie with the warmest smile and the kitten purrs into her touch, closing her eyes in satisfaction.
Felix pulls her out of your arms and gently places her next to him on the cushioned surface. “Thanks, you didn’t have to do that though. Minho spoils her on a daily basis.”
Curiously, “When did this happen?” You frown before running your index finger over a small hole that just happens to be the size of a bullet, cautious enough to not accidentally cut your finger.
“Oh, that,” The brunette waitress' expression mirrors yours, slightly confused and intrigued. “Huh, I wonder…”
And all of the colors drain on your face. “Duck,” you say breathlessly, breaths coming in short.
“What?” Felix can barely hear his own voice.
Nayeon suddenly looks alarmed. “Everyone get down!” She shouts at the top of her lungs, arms flailing like a madwoman. “GET DOWN! NOW!”
Just then, a bullet pierces right through the window, glass shattering into pieces as you see Nayeon clutching onto her own stomach, blood oozing from her fresh wound. You’re ready to yelp aloud when Felix pulls you down onto the ground with him, letting his body cover up your head and shards of glass cut his cheeks. The diner grows uncomfortably silent when no sound is made, but you still keep your eyes shut and your face buried in his chest.
“Hey hey look at me,” Felix tells you, angling your jaw so that you can make eye contact with him although your eyes are quivering in fear. It’s not the first time you’ve heard a gunshot before but he’s never seen you so shaken up about it before. It hurts seeing you like this. “We’re gonna be okay—“
Before you can reply without tripping over your own words, something falls onto the tiled floor, rolling across the surface to reach the other side of the diner. You squint your eyes hard to make out the shape of the object. It was almost the size of an avocado, round-ish, and dark. No one seems to notice it at all until there’s an ear-piercing sound that keeps beeping, echoing throughout the entire diner.
“Shit—“ You breathe out and hold onto Felix tightly, bracing yourself for the blow.
That’s when the entire place explodes, destroying every single thing until there’s nothing left but the grey ashes that are following the wind to reach the burning sky above.
Utterly demolished, you’d say.
nine.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
Woojin says softly when he sits down next to you on your bed. He gives your hand a squeeze in reassurance, heartbroken at your state. You look as pale as a ghost, the bags under your eyes more evident than ever, and your lips chapped, starting to turn purple. You haven’t touched the food that Minho offered for the past few days, still refusing to talk to any of the guys. But he was relieved that you were saved from the pile of ruins by one of the workers there - Jihyo, he believes that’s her name. He wouldn’t know what to do if anything happened to you.
“No,” you shake your head profusely. “Not now.”
“So the thought of losing him does scare the shit out of you?”
You nod. “Yeah.”
“Then you’ve found your happy ending,” your brother ruffles your hair and stands up. “Yes, right in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.” He smiles at you one last time, “Anyway, you better find him then. Godspeed.” before closing the door with a small ‘click’.
Meanwhile, you’re staring at the wooden floor blankly, starting to wonder how filthy rich the previous family living here was. By the look of it, they seemed to be pretty well off but were probably scared shitless when the disease spread like wildfire. With that, they took off running, leaving everything behind to preserve their precious lives. But who knows? They could be some random zombies out there, roaming the streets mindlessly by now.
You space out a lot these days, thinking about random things, but mostly him. You keep on asking yourself where in the world is he, how is he holding up, but it’s all pointless since you don’t even know if he’s still… Anyway, but when you peer at the small mirror on your table, you can see a small glimmer of another presence inside your room. Sometimes you don’t realize how far you can go whenever you’re thinking hard about something. It gets to the point where you don’t even move when Minho or Hyunjin is yelling or screaming about some stupid things right in front of your eyes.
You take another look, eyes growing wide. It’s a glimmer of a pink-haired boy.
“Hey Princess, not gonna choke me to death for intruding your room this time?” Felix jokes before kneeling down in front of you. It takes you an entire two minutes to understand that he’s here. He’s really here. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him in person that you’re starting to get emotional just by looking into his eyes. They’re still starry, warm and give you a sense of comfort whenever your gazes touch. “Hey, it’s all good now.” He wipes a single tear away from your face that you didn’t even take notice of.
You choke out, debating on whether you should be bawling your eyes out because he’s safe and sound or kick his ass for worrying you. “You can’t just come back and say that! Do you know how scared I was?! Do you have any idea how many sleepless nights I’ve gone through? And now you’re just gonna come back from the Underworld to tell me that ‘It’s all good now’? Well then if you excuse me, I’m gonna go murder my friends and see if it w—“
Felix figures you still haven’t changed one bit. He knows that you’re a lover, not a fighter. Talking big on the outside but easily hurt on the inside. That’s one of the things that makes you who you are today, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. So he wordlessly leans in to capture your lips in his, swallowing every word, every nonsense, every nag that you’re gonna throw his way until you completely melt into his touch. The kiss makes your head a little fuzzy, and butterflies are tickling at the pit of your stomach. For someone who’s never been in a relationship before, Felix will definitely make you giddy all day with a kiss like this. It’s kind of innocent, kind of childish but unforgettable.
The deeper the kiss gets, the more you think about your conversation with him the other day when he’s driving you to the diner. Fate might be a thing, but still a debatable topic. You’re not gonna say that you believe in fate because that’s a whole lot of commitment for someone who can’t even stay up to date with a short web drama. But maybe, just maybe, fate is doing its job just fine after all because you can’t ask for anyone else to be with you at the end of the world. You know that Felix’s not here just because the universe pities you (or him), or he will love you just for the hell of it either. Everything happens for a reason, but more importantly than ever, he’s not going anywhere this time. You didn’t ask, you’re sure of it by the look in his mocha eyes.
Because like you’ve said before, his eyes never lie. They could never.
You pull away before planting your hands on either side of his shoulders, chest heaving up and down due to shortness of breaths. “How did you...you know, make it?”
“I really thought that I was going to suffocate to my untimely death under the ruins of the diner but the girls found me later on when they were digging through everything. I was knocked out for a good week, some scratches here and there, but no one was hurt severely“ he stops himself before continuing when he sees your glossy eyes. “Nayeon is fine too. She didn’t lose that much blood, surprisingly.”
You let silence fall upon the both of you for a second when a rush of relief runs down your spine. Then, your lips twitch slightly at what you’re going to say next. “Do you know why I treated your wounds that day? Do you know why I stared at the floor when your friend was teasing us? Do you know why I spent the past few days being all depressed and teary in bed?” You ask Felix with such determination that it makes him chuckle.
“Easy,” he grins and caresses your cheekbone the exact same way he did a few days ago. “Because you fell for a spoiled rich kid who knows absolutely nothing about being in love. Just like how I did for you, a girl who’s best at killing the walking dead, not cooking, not cleaning, none of that shit. Weirdly enough, fate brought the two of us together again when we’re both lying on the borderline between life and death.”
You roll your eyes at him and finally crack a smile. The smile that he adores the most. “Then what if fate does us apart? What if it doesn’t want us to end up with each other again? What if this isn’t a happy ending but a beginning to something much more terrifying?”
“In that case,” Felix leans in again, his breath fanning your cheeks. “I will always find you. And look for you, and run to you until I no longer have the strength to lift myself off the ground with my own feet.” He gently slips the silver ring that he treasures with his entire life onto your finger and places small kisses on your knuckles, looking as beautiful as ever.
He’s right, and wrong at the same time. The idea of fate does have some kind of power over mundane mortals like you because you’ve been tied down to the idea of not being able to control your own life since you’re born. But on the other hand, sometimes you just have to take matters into your own hand to be able to get what you want in life. So seeing how determined Felix is to find you even if it means walking to the other side of the planet with his bare feet in spite of being such a naïveté who believes in things that are considered dumb, you know that he’s being serious.
At the same time, you accept the fact that you didn’t find love, it found you because it’s got a little something to do with fate, destiny and what’s written in the stars.
You tell him, voice hoarse. “You’ll find me and never let me go?”
“Not this lifetime, not even in another one.” He says with a smile, eyes crinkling.
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Boy in Luv (Midoriya x Reader)
Pairing: Midoriya x fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff/crack
Summary: Midoriya has a crush on a girl in his class, but he has no idea how to confess to her, enlisting the help of his two good friends.
Inspo: Based on BTS “Boy in Luv” MV
Word count: 1,802
Tags: @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak @yuki-osaki
a/n: As promised, here’s the post! And with this, I’ve officially added Midoriya to the list of characters in the Touch Starved collection.
Enjoy the cuteness and, mostly, the crackhead friendship between the main 3 characters! And even though I’m really late, happy 6th anniversary to Skool Luv Affair!
Midoriya, Bakugou, and Todoroki sit on the front stoop of their dorm building, enjoying the good weather since it was raining the past few days. They've been practicing all day and decided to take a break and snack together.
Midoriya munches on his stick of string cheese. "Do you guys get the math stuff? I'm still having trouble with integrals and stuff."
"Tch, you're falling behind again, Deku," Bakugou scoffs, ripping open a bag of spicy chips.
Todoroki, the only one of them who decides to snack healthy with some fruit, chews for a moment before offering, "I can help you if you're stuck, Midoriya."
"Like you're any better, Icyhot. You went completely frozen trying to figure out that problem in class yesterday," Bakugou points out smugly.
"I was simply calculating the answer mentally before writing down my work," Todoroki answers, cool and collected as ever.
"Don't make me laugh! Just admit that you can be dumb sometimes too!"
Midoriya laughs awkwardly, stuck between his two friends as they argue - more like one of them screaming while the other brushes them off calmly. The boy raises his eyes out to the distance, widening his eyes at what, or who , he sees.
The girl jogs towards the dorm building with Yaoyorozu beside her. Her face lights up into a smile at whatever they're talking about. A black windbreaker jacket is thrown over her golden honey colored sports bra that shows off her lean abdomen, and black leggings with a matching yellow stripe tracing down the side hugs her toned legs. Midoriya doesn't want to admit it, but he can't stop staring.
The two girls slow to a stop in front of the group of still-bickering boys. "My, they're always fighting, aren't they?" Yaoyorozu shakes her head.
The girl lets out a few chuckles. "That's just how they are, I'd be more surprised if they stopped, honestly." She turns to the green-haired boy and offers him a beaming smile, her eyes crinkling up. "You still holding up, Midoriya?"
At first he's dazed, staring at the way her chest heaves as she breathes and the thin sheen of sweat on her face glistening in the fading afternoon light. At his name, he sobers up and his cheeks flush from what he was staring at. "Oh, uh, yeah, somehow," he sputters. "Did you guys just come back from training?"
"Yeah, we had a pretty good session." She stretches her arms over her head, letting a few hums of pain escape her. "I'd love a good shower and my bed right about now, but I still have homework to do. See you tomorrow!"
The boy watches as the girls retreat back into the building. I never thought yellow would look good on someone besides Kaminari, he finds himself thinking.
"Midoriya, are you okay?" Todoroki's concerned voice scatters his thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Your cheeks are red and hot like you have a fever." The heterochromatic haired boy leans forward, about to touch his face. "Are you coming down with something?"
"No, you clueless idiot, he's in love," Bakugou barks, "He's got the hots for (Y/n)."
Midoriya jolts up. "Is it that obvious?"
"Maybe not to Icyhot, but yeah, you look at her like she's your entire world or something."
The boy's emerald eyes drop to the ground and he hugs his knees to his chest. "She's a really down to Earth person, and she's really easy to talk to. And...the way her smile lights up her entire face." His goofy smile and warm feelings fade as he sinks his head down to rest on his knees. "I don't really know how I should tell her though."
Todoroki takes a bite of his orange slice, pondering the situation. "Give her a lamp? Since you said she lights up easily?"
Both boys shoot him a confused glance. "I don't think that would impress her." Midoriya gives it a thought. "She likes coffee, maybe I can get her a thermos for the morning?"
"Give her a new set of pens, she has a bad habit of always losing her own."
"Maybe buy her a new pencil case to match?"
"Buy a plant for her dorm to brighten it up, like a cactus."
Bakugou finally throws his head back and groans at their stupidity. "You guys are such idiots! Neither of you know the first damn thing about romance?"
The two other boys slowly shake their heads dumbly
The ash blond groans again. "Okay, let me tell you what you should do, Deku, since you're obviously clueless." After explaining a somewhat elaborate plan to the two other boys, he leans back, a triumphant grin on his face.
Midoriya's eye widen, blush coating his cheeks again at the thought of the scenario unfolding. "Wow Kacchan, I never expected you to be a romantic."
"Yeah, it's because you idiots are totally clueless. You need me to educate you."
"If you're so good, why are you still single?" Todoroki asks simply.
Silence.
"SHUT UP ICYHOT! DON'T MAKE ME KILL YOU!"
Two days later, the three boys decide to go through with Bakugou's scheme. After class, Bakugou silently follows the girl, waiting for her to stop talking to the rest of the girls to get her alone. After spending an annoyingly long amount of time outside their classroom talking to Mina and Tzuyu, she finally bids them goodbye and makes her way to the library to study.
Unfortunately for her, she never makes it.
Just before she opens the door, she notices a shadow looming behind her. Turning around, she's startled to have Bakugou's piercing crimson eyes boring into her's. She backs into the door and he slams an arm by her head. She's shaking like a leaf. "W-What do you want, Bakugou? I didn't do anything to you." Despite trying to seem strong, her voice comes out feebly.
A sinister smirk crawls across Bakugou's face. "How'd you like to go on a little trip?"
Before she can scream bloody murder, he grabs her arm and pulls her away on a little "joyride."
Meanwhile, Todoroki and Midoriya move all the chairs and desks of an empty classroom towards the walls to make a clear space in the middle.
The nervous, freckle-faced boy nervously paces around the room, going over the lines in his head while his fears wreck his quivering body. "I can't do this, Todoroki! What if she says no? What if she laughs at me?! What if she tells everyone?! I'll be absolutely humiliated!"
"Midoriya, calm down," he stares at the jittery boy with a level gaze. "Bakugou said he's very confident this will work. He's sure she also harbors feelings for you too." He places a warm hand on Midoriya's shoulder to stop his anxious habit. "Besides, since she likes you, she would appreciate your nervous stuttering because she would find it endearing and think it's genuine of you. Sounding too practiced ruins the natural anxiety of the moment."
The boy stares back the Todoroki's stoic expression, letting his words sink in. "So I need to make sure I don't overpractice or else she'll still reject me?" he whines.
The half-hot-half-cold boy sighs, being cut off by his phone ringing. "It's Bakugou, he says they'll be here shortly. And he says, 'Don't mess this up, Deku.'"
The boy cries out, feeling his entire body suddenly lose all heat to hysterical cold. Todoroki turns off the lights and closes the window shades, plunging the room into darkness only to light the few candles scattered across the room, casting a dim golden ambiance.
For the final step, Todoroki produces a single rose out of the inside pocket of his uniform jacket. Walking over to Midoriya, who's mumbling strings of inaudible, neurotic fears to himself, he juts the rose out in front of him, cutting off his speech. "Relax, Midoriya. Just say what comes naturally."
Midoriya blinks, delicately holding the rose by the stem, Todoroki moving to stand behind the door to be out of the way. The smaller boy feels sweaty, shaky, sick. His uniform tie is suffocating around his throat, stomach heavy in anticipation and fear, heart hammering in his chest and ears.
Finally, the door swings open and his heart almost stops completely.
Bakugou walks in first, holding the girl by the arm. The first thing Midoriya notices about her is her insanely windblown hair and dazed eyes. Bakugou said he would take her out on a ride around school, hitching her on his back, jumping out a window, and using his quirk to rocket them around the school building once. He says it would get her blood pumping, adrenaline rushing, and cheeks blushing; the perfect primer for riling her up for the big finale.
"Take it away, nerd," Bakugou makes a dramatic sweep of his hands towards Midoriya, and he knows it's his turn to shine.
The girl blinks back into focus and surveys the layout of the room, scanning the messily pushed around desks, the candles, and finally resting on the boy with the rose in his hands. Her blush intensifies at the last thing. "M-Midoriya, what's all this for?"
The boy goes cold all over again, perfomance anxiety getting to him. "I... Uh, (Y/n)- You-" All the different ways he could possibly start his monologue jumbles together to produce a mishmash of word vomit. Pull yourself together, don't mess this up! He takes a deep breath in and clears his throat to start over. Whatever comes natural. "(Y/n), you are the most amazing, bright, fun, cute person I know. Just seeing you smile makes my day and manages to tongue-tie me. I'd really like to be...more than friends." He holds out the flower with both shaky hands and dares to look in her eyes. "W-Will you...go out with me?"
Her silence seems to last agonizingly forever. Her entire face seems to lift as she flickers back and forth between the boy and the flower he clutches to keep from coming undone. She finds it endearing. In a swift movement, she gently grips his hand, leans in close, and places a kiss on his freckled cheek. "Yes, I'd love to go out with you, Midoriya."
The boy lets out a strangled yelp of excitement, before slapping a hand over his mouth in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I'm just really happy!" Sheepish chuckles bubble out as he throws his arms around her, and she welcomes his embrace with her own delighted laughter.
The other boys look on at the scene before them. "The nerd did better than I thought he would've," Bakugou mumbles, shoving his hands in his slack pockets.
"At least his confession was accepted. Don't know what would happen if you tried this, though," Todoroki comments, his dig smoothly executed.
Bakugou grips the boy's shirt. "YOU WANNA DIE ICYHOT?!"
#midoriya x reader#midoriya izuku#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#midoriya fluff#crack#mha#bnha#izuku midoriya#midoriya imagine#midoriya scenario#mha deku#bnha deku#female reader#mha x reader#bnha x reader#mha fanfiction#bnha fanfiction#bts boy in luv
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Thought I Couldn't Top It, Huh? OVER 2000 Questions! (Truly the Longest!)
Created by distortedcognition
Part 1
Time and date right now:
It’s currently Monday, August 30, 2021 at 3:37AM.
How far do you want to get?
I’m gonna get through the whole thing, just not all at once.
=>This or That<=
Pie or cake?
Cake.
Chocolate or vanilla?
Vanilla.
Black or white?
Both.
Ceiling or floor?
Floor.
Couch or bed?
Bed.
Cough or sneeze?
Uh, I guess sneeze.
On or off?
That really depends.
Closed or open?
That really depends as well.
Brush or comb?
Brush.
Long or short?
Depends also.
Big or small?
It depends, stopppp.
Wet or dry?
Sigh.
Under or over?
I’m not good at choosing, apparently.
Fly or fall?
Fly. Falling isn’t fun.
Smile or frown?
I’d rather smile than frown.
Tears of joy or tears of sorrow?
Tears of joy would of course be better, but I’m only familiar with tears of sorrow.
Hot or cold?
Cold, unless we’re taking coffee and foods meant to be hot. When I say cold I’m mostly talking about temperature wise.
Warm or cool?
Same answer ^^^
Rough or smooth?
Smooth.
Cat or dog?
Dog.
Snake or bird?
Bird.
Shark or T-Rex?
T-Rex.
Past or present?
Past.
Science fiction or fantasy?
Both.
Dull or sharp?
Sharp.
Live forever or die young?
Live forever.
Books or television?
Both.
Jump or skip?
Skip.
Fast or slow?
Depends.
Run or walk?
Walk.
Disney or Warner Brothers?
Disney.
Belle or Jasmine?
Belle.
Gaston or Cruella Deville?
Cruella Deville.
Food or friends?
Food. ha. Odd comparison.
Colors or black and white?
Colors.
Cute or pretty?
Cute.
Good or evil?
Uh, good.
Fruits or vegetables?
I eat more veggies than fruits, but even that’s not a lot.
Milk or juice?
I’ll say milk, but almond milk specifically. I don’t drink it by itself, I just use milk with like coffee drinks, with cereal, milkshakes, and to dip cookies in.
Hot chocolate or gingerale?
Hot chocolate.
Beer or wine?
Neither, I don’t drink.
Movies or cartoons?
Movies, but I still watch some cartoons.
Pillow or blanket?
Blanket.
Moon or stars?
Stars.
Sky or sea?
Sea.
Explode or implode?
Jeez, both aren’t good but I certainly don’t want to implode...
Tree or flower?
Tree.
Mountain Dew or Sprite?
Mountain Dew.
Ketchup or mustard?
Both.
Meats or veggies?
Both.
Straps or strapless?
Straps.
Water or Gatorade?
Water.
PS2 or Xbox 360?
PS2.
History or geography?
History.
Geometry or algebra?
Ew, neither.
Basketball or volleyball?
Nether. Not a sports fan at all.
Basketball or soccer?
^^^
Basketball or tennis?
^^^
Basketball or baseball?
^^^
Basketball or football?
^^^
Basketball or swimming?
Swimming.
Volleyball or soccer?
Not a sports fan...
Volleyball or tennis?
^^^
Volleyball or baseball?
^^^
Volleyball or football?
^^^
Volleyball or swimming?
Swimming.
Soccer or tennis?
Still don’t like sports.
Soccer or baseball?
^^^
Soccer or football?
^^^
Soccer or swimming?
Swimming.
Tennis or baseball?
No. Sports.
Tennis or football?
^^^
Tennis or swimming?
Swimming.
Baseball or football?
My dislike for sports still hasn’t changed.
Baseball or swimming?
Swimming.
Football or swimming?
Swimming.
Chinese or Mexican food?
Mexican food.
Red or orange?
Red.
Red or yellow?
Yellow.
Red or green?
Green.
Red or blue?
Blue.
Red or indigo?
Indigo.
Red or violet?
Violet.
Orange or yellow?
Yellow.
Orange or green?
Green.
Orange or blue?
Blue.
Orange or indigo?
Indigo.
Orange or violet?
Violet.
Yellow or green?
Green.
Yellow or blue?
Blue.
Yellow or indigo?
Yellow.
Yellow or violet?
Yellow.
Green or blue?
Green.
Green or indigo?
Green.
Green or violet?
Green.
Indigo or violet?
Violet.
Fall or summer?
Fall, hands down. I hate summer.
Winter or spring?
Winter.
Rain or snow?
Bothhh.
Mud or dirt?
Neither.
Snakes or spiders?
Uh, NEITHER OF THEM.
Fido or Fluffy?
Fluffy.
Rainbows or stars?
Stars.
Blue or gray sky?
Gray sky.
Prairies or forests?
Forests.
Lakes or streams?
Both.
Fish or caimans?
I guess fish. I don’t like reptiles.
Roses or daffodils?
Roses.
Bauhaus or Rosetta Stone?
Rosetta Stone. I’ve never heard of Bauhaus.
Sisters of Mercy or Skinny Puppy?
What?
Green Day or Fall Out Boy?
Both.
From First to Last or My Chemical Romance?
My Chemical Romance, but I like a couple songs by From First to Last during my emo days.
The Monkees or The Beatles?
The Beatles.
David Bowie or Billy Idol?
I like some songs from both, but wasn’t a big fan of either one.
Helloween or Skid Row?
No idea.
Britney Spears or Vanessa Carlton?
Britney, but A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton is a fave.
The Goo Goo Dolls or 3 Doors Down?
Both.
Duran Duran or Madonna?
Madonna, but I do like “Hungry Like a Wolf” and “Ordinary World” by Duran Duran.
John Williams or Danny Elfman?
Both.
Mozart or Beethoven?
Mozart.
Men at Work or Men Without Hats?
Men at Work, but ya just can’t help but sing along to “Safety Dance” by Men Without Hats.
The Arrogant Worms or Voltaire?
Not familiar with either one.
Dark Muse or Inkubus Sukkubus?
Not familiar with them either.
Queen or Black Sabbath?
Queen.
Rush or Pet Shop Boys?
Rush.
Johnny Hates Jazz or Deep Blue Something?
Deep Blue Something.
Supertramp or Steppenwolf?
Not familiar with either one.
Enormous mansion or humble abode?
Ha, I thought we were still on the bands for a sec. Anyway, humble abode.
Teaspoon or tablespoon?
Uh, don’t really have a preference it just depends.
China plates or crystal figurines?
Crystal figurines.
Knife or spork?
Spork.
Bedroom or basement?
Bedroom.
Antiques or chrome?
Antiques.
Wide screen televisions or ornately-designed windows?
Ornately designed windows.
Carpet or wood?
Wood.
Blenders or washing machines?
Washing machines.
Pen or pencil?
Pen.
Couch or bed?
Bed.
Kitchen sink or bathroom sink?
Bathroom sink.
Sitting on the roof with a friend or swimming in your backyard with them?
Swimming.
Phones or AIM?
Aw, RIP AIM.
Pillow or footrest?
Pillow.
Sharpies or ducks?
Sharpies. How did you come up with that comparison?
Personality quizzes or story quizzes?
Personality.
Gaia or Neopets?
Oh wow, I remember Gaia. Anyway, I’ll go with Neopets.
Attempting to use proper grammar or purposely butchering language?
Proper grammar.
Having to read the poetry on Quizilla or writing your own?
I don’t read poetry, but I’d rather do so than attempt to write my own.
Gold or silver?
Both.
Lipstick or lip gloss?
Lip gloss.
Sunny or rainy?
Rainy.
Edgar Allan Poe or Oscar Wilde?
Edgar Allann Poe.
Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom?
Johnny Depp.
Lindsay Lohan or Hilary Duff?
Hilary Duff.
Pringles or Doritos?
Doritos.
MTV or VHI?
MTV.
Vampire or mermaid?
Vampire.
The Internet or television?
Internet.
Romantic comedy or romance tragedy?
Romantic comedy.
Comedy or drama?
Drama.
Comedy or horror?
Horror.
Comedy or fantasy?
Fantasy.
Law and Order: Criminal Intent or Law and Order: SVU?
I don’t watch either one.
The OC or Laguna Beach? (Why have I succumbed to asking this question?)
I liked both.
Blind or deaf?
Uhh.
Blind or mute?
Mute or deaf?
Shrimp or crab?
Neither. I don’t like seafood.
Crab or lobster?
^^^
Stickers or stamps?
Stickers.
VHS or DVD?
DVD.
VHS or CD?
CD.
CD or DVD?
DVD.
Paris or New York City?
Both.
Philadelphia or Chicago?
Chicago.
MySpace or TagWorld?
Myspace. I’ve never heard of TagWorld.
MySpace or Facebook?
Facebook. Myspace died a longggg time ago.
Mall goth or TRUE goth?
What’s a TRUE goth, exactly?
Emo or punk?
Emo.
Emo or prep?
Emo.
Punk or prep?
Punk.
Punk or goth?
Punk.
Goth or prep?
Goth.
#personal#text#survey#surveys#over 2000 questions survey series part 1#this or that#long survey#about me
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𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 - 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀.
there was a twinge of pain erupting from her lower back as she awoke.
falling asleep on your desk is hardly the wise option, although one glance at the sea of papers she laid in, and you might even understand it. and if you knew the drive of seren armsend, it is that the girl with the sunny hair never gave up until all of her fuel was burnt out.
for six cold hours, she slept with her head rested against her arms, which were now growing so numb she felt that the blood had frozen and failed to rush through. her first waking breaths were startled, the panic that settles when you awake in a strange location, outside of the comforts of your bed and your blankets.
her head rose, tired eyes seeing smudged words in black ink and her fingers coated ebony and red from the energy she put into writing these letters last night. in the end, she couldn’t finish them, and everything hurt. she would do a useless job if she were to try again.
in her wake, her orange hair fell from the grips of a pin and fell down her back, tickling her skin which had grown cold over the night. her teeth shattered, breath trembled, and so she quickly moved to find a sense of warmth. it took a moment to notice the sun pouring through the windows, hiding behind dark curtains which seren threw open with all her might.
her heart was palpitating, like it does when a special day has arrived, one which you’ve been awaiting for quite a long time. her thoughts moving slow, barely awake, seren didn’t realize what it was until she went over to her desk once more and saw something which was not there before.
a card, and a wooden butterfly.
a knock came from the door, and after a few seconds of silence, it opened. her father stepped in, the respected headmaster who also held a gift box in his hands. his smile, rarely seen, was instantaneous when he spotted his daughter looking so curiously at him.
“ hardly how i expected to see the birthday girl today. ”
he carried himself over, limping with his cane in hand, and stood in front of his daughter. over the years, she had grown slightly taller than him. and especially after what she saw and fronted given her adventure, he felt as if she was fifty feet tall. he could see it in her posture, her eyes. yet sweet seren remained sweet, sugar-sweet.
“ sorry, i just woke up ”, seren mumbled through a sleepy hazy, gathering her thoughts to realize she was turning nineteen today. nineteen years on this earth and it felt like she had mentally aged five years since she returned from beyond the walls. “ did you get anything from mom? ”.
“ actually, this is from her. ”
the woman who has been absent from seren’s life for many years often still had time to send her a gift but it didn’t come with every birthday. it was no wonder seren thought her father was kidding as he handed her the wrapped gift and told her to go get dressed.
as he moved towards the door, seren’s curiosity peaked. “ she said she would be in india this month. or at least, that’s what i was told from . . . the letter. ” notes from mrs. armsend were rare, and seren kept an entire collection within an old shoe box she keeps under her bed. the february letter was her most recent one, a clear white envelope stacked with others in yellow and brown.
“ i’m not sure. still, she had time to send you a gift. oh, mine is on the kitchen table. hurry up and get dressed or you’ll be late! ”.
“ l-late for what? ”.
the response never came, seren was left in her room, clutching the wrapped present, turning it in her hands and shaking it to hear a rattle, for clues of what it could be. it didn’t dawn on her that she could open it, it was her birthday after all.
she went to her bed, sitting on the edge and with a wavering sigh, ripped the present open. usually she would take her time, it would drive her father mad, but given how difficult it is to wrap presents, she didn’t want to make a mess.
what was revealed from the box was a gift seren wasn’t quite expecting. usually her mother would sent trinkets, small things to remind the girl that her mother was always thinking of her. last year it was a pair of tap-dancing shoes, seren’s old tap dancing shoes from when she was a kid.
this year, it was a sweater. and it smelled nice.
‘ it’s washed, don’t worry. thought it would fit you, ’ read her mother’s note.
knitted with beige wool and smelling like her mother’s flower garden. seren felt as if it was the first proper gift she had gotten in a long time and that is not to insult her mother’s tastes. it was the first gift that one could say meant a lot to a girl who hasn’t seen her mother in over seven years.
she held the sweater to her chest, almost as if to grasp and hold the woman she misses dearly. she missed her by an inch when she was beyond the walls, they were a week apart from meeting, but salem’s downfall called and seren couldn’t stay for too long.
seren’s eyes, blue and curious, moved to the desk where she had first seen the clues related to her birthday. the wooden butterfly, carved carefully as if the artist molded it with the hands of a god. and she knew alexander rather well, he was not one to do something half-assed.
a blue monarch, painted blue and thin to the point where you might not even recognize it to be a mere illustration of the animal. jewels glued into the wings, glinting under sunlight and bringing a smile to seren’s lips. she was yet to open up the letter, figuring she would collect them through the day and open them when she’s tucked back into bed.
it was only through looking at that butterfly that seren realized what she was late for.
and like a burst in the wind, she threw on casual clothes along with her mother’s sweater, braiding her hair quickly on her way down the stairs and apologised quickly to the maids for getting in their way. “ dad, you could’ve woken me up sooner! or like, had martha come wake me up with a bucket of cold water! ”, she whined.
“ sorry, love! but i was quite distracted myself. don’t forget your gift! ”.
as the headmaster, he had a lot of things to do and seren tried to star clear from his path. she quickly swung back and took the gift box, it wasn’t that big but it didn’t matter, but it was heavy, it left her confused at first, to the point where she turned to her father to ask him what was inside. but one glance at the time and she made haste out of the room.
the walls of valhalla weren’t bleak this time around. a tuesday morning in the midst of mid-term vacation, she wasn’t expecting to see any students. most would’ve taken the train down to the capital and spent time with their family. some may have even paid a fortune to be flown out beyond the walls, which, believe it or not, were actually being deconstructed.
seren squealed slightly as she slid, just barely missing the turn to head up the stairs to the cafeteria. she hated being late, tying it in with being disorganized and messy and she liked to think of herself as anything but that. she couldn’t be late for a birthday celebration, especially knowing who would be there.
she burst through the cafeteria louder than she was expecting, gaining some attentions of students who looked over their shoulders and shook their heads with distaste yet the girl carried on walking. until her table was visible in the corner, just by the exit, near to the tall glass windows.
a pair of excited eyes stared back at her. perseus’s eyes. met with romeo’s excited cheer as he stood up and ran towards her for a hug, which she fully accepted. only, the impact was a little worse than she was expecting.
“ happy birthday, girlie! look at that braid-- do you need help finishing it? ”.
seren chuckled softly, pulling back from the warm hug, “ i’ll do it, don’t worry. and thank you. hardly feels like i’m turning old today. ”
“ have you cried yet? ”, perseus asked, gaining a minor head tilt from the redhead. “ no? oh, just me, then. i don’t know, i normally get emotional when it’s my birthday. it’s either due to pure sadness or gratitude. ”
evangelos grunted beside him, dressed rather gloomily for such a pleasant spring day. “ from now on, it’ll be of gratitude. no use being sad when we have an entire world out there to explore ”, he pointed out, bringing his arm under the table and then putting something on top for seren to see, a gift box. “ gifts out, gentlemen. ”
seren sat in between alexander and romeo. alexander was rather quiet today, more quiet than usual. she didn’t hear a peep from him until she nudged him slightly and smiled at his curious, innocent eyes. “ happy birthday, freckles. i hope my gift is being taken care of ”, he uttered.
and seren thought back to the blue butterfly and beamed gently. it was in her room, on her desk, perched in between her pencil case and her portraits. three portraits; of herself and her sister, of herself and her mother, and of herself and these gaggle of idiots.
“ you bet it is. ”
the table, previously barren and rid of any rubbish, found itself covered in a sea of colored wrapping papers, so many colors it made seren’s eyes hurt but not as much as the gifts which were brought forward, some so beautiful that choking back the tears was proven harder than facing salem.
and as the commemorations went on around her, the birthday girl merely observed her treasures in silence.
seren gazed lovingly at the glass rose, watching the flow of stunning lights filtering through it like fairies dancing from within, and if she was not careful, she could fall into a hypnotic trance. it reminded her so faintly of her snow globe from her early childhood, a fragment of a memory revived in a glass rose given to her by someone she never took for a romantic, even if his name would suggest otherwise.
navy eyes fell onto the gift beside it, perseus’s creation. a caricature, a rather comic one, too. seren pinched her lips together and smiled sadly. although the image of her sister never ceased in her mind, nothing beat seeing her in a physical sense, even if it was the size of a figurine. yet what mattered was the love that was invoked out of her, overflowing. her sister’s magical hair and eyes, chasing a butterfly in a field.
to avoid crying, seren then stared at a gift of an absent member. or at least he said he would meet them at the town square later. levi’s love of the hunt and liking to the crafts of man led to the gift seren wasn’t expecting, but loved regardless. concealed in a glass case, a frozen dagger, quite literally wrapped in layers of ice and fog that gave it an almost clear appearance. an ancient craft, a rare, cultural gift. seren smiled, though, wondering what might’ve caused levi’s love of knives so much.
in her arms, she held kailen’s present, wondering where the boy was at the same time. an album, composed of pictures they’d gathered over the months, from the adventure all the way to now, to just yesterday, where they had some fun at the beach. she would open the album and gloss often the dozen pages. so many memories, many which she kept close to her heart. kailen’s paternal instincts breezed with this gift, leaving seren feeling safe.
and the final gift, a bow. a simple, wooden box around the size of her small hands but it contained the most stunning gift of all; music. evan had sharp ears, knowing a song which would bring seren peace, and threw it into a music box, and when she opened, revealed engravings onto the wood of the lid, and as she spun the wheel and let the song play, she would think of those blue memories from their adventures, up until now.
seren felt delicate fingers through her hair, sensing a bow being tied to her braid by kailen’s hands. “ we hope you like it. took a while to choose each gift but the result was good, by the looks of things ”, was he referring to how seren was struggling to keep the tears at bay?
she sniffled, chuckling sweetly. “ they’re perfect. it’s just . . . the first time i’ve felt happy on my birthday. and it’s thanks to you idiots ”.
“ we’re not idiots! we just care a lot about you ”, perseus squeaked, reaching over and flicking her chin playfully. “ cheer up, pinkie. you still have to deal with us idiots till the end of the day. it’ll be magical, we promise. ”
with that, seren smiled. they didn’t even realize it, that every moment with them was magical. and that she was happy so long as she had them.
she owed the blue memories to these silly boys. these silly, but special boys.
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college rutipad (good end) au
the finale nobody asked for! or well..maybe one or two people idk nobody’s asked. but anyways consider this the conclusion i’ve been wanting to write for a while but never got to till now. for anyone needing links take these 2:
first
second
and here’s links for the bad end i ended up making:
bad end first
bad end second
otherwise enjoy the fic. takes place four months after the second fic. lets begin!
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“beryl i can’t concentrate with the clapping.” rutile mumbled as they stared at the red head currently clapping, whilst quietly was enough to make noise for the student. “i can’t help iiit it’s my present your opening!!!”
“i don’t wanna tear the paper.”
“why? when were you this insistant in not ripping paper?”
“since ruti cried over ripping dia’s.” padpa interjected as rutile blushed lightly, gaining giggles from the others sitting around them. “i-it was just...very pretty that’s all!!”
“not like i minded.” dia tried to comfort as ruti looked back at them. “and i wasn’t crying i had an eyelash stuck!” padpa raised a brow. “in both eyes?”
“save the snark for your funeral.” they mumbled as they slowly took the wrapping off, using their enlarged stomach as a bit of a table for the light box to sit on. using their pocket knife they opened it revealing multiple tiny outfits.
“man it’s like a pinata.” yellow joked as rutile and padpa looked em over. “like em!? i couldn’t decide on what would be good so i went with all of em!!!” red stated excitedly as the array of rainbow colored outfits were examined by the two.
“yeah their real cute.” padpa stated as ruti nodded, looking away lightly gaining the red head’s attention. “do you have an eyelash in both eyes again ruti~?”
“sh-shut!”
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as the two waved their goodbye’s to the babyshower party rutile took their seat on their dorm room bed with a sigh. “exhausted parent to be?~” they glared at yellow as they started taking down the streamers. “well sitting around with the size of a watermelon inside you IS exhausting.”
“daaawww hey now be nice to my kid.” padpa retorted to the brunette as they laid their head lightly on their stomach. “you just like this because my stomach’s now become your new pillow.”
“well YEAH your thighs are outta business for now.” padpa replied, gaining a light smack of a card from the other. “don’t you have a dorm to go back to?”
“you sure?” they asked, lifting the card lightly. “mean, it’s getting close so-”
“i’m sure if anything happens you’ll be notified alright?” rutile stated giving a light pet to padpa. “heh alright alright, i guess so.” lifting their head they grabbed the spare party favor and hat from rutile’s desk giving it a blow. “godparent yellow take care of these two alright?”
“ai ai!!”
“oh god no don’t put our child in their care.”
“so meeeaaan rutiiiile!!!”
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walking down the unfamiliar beach padpa looked to the sky. no birds, kites, no nothing. just beetles passing by. walking to the shore they looked outward. nothing but waves pushing forward and back, till they noticed something shiny a little bit ahead of them. within a dozen steps they crouched down seeing something bright and orange red nestled in the sand. petting it lightly it was some sort of...crystal? what was it? they were never good with this stuff. ruby? a beryl? the cream colored stripes looked familiar. like-
“cairnel-”
“PADPA WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!”
padpa screamed as they felt the assault of a pillow getting smacked in their face and falling over to the other side of their bed. “geez your such a deep sleeper c’mon!!” looking up they could see through the nightlight of their window a distressed yellow holding a pillow and panting.
“this is the mos-” they watched as the blonde rushed to their side and gripped their wrist to quickly walk with them out of their room. “-t weirdest way to wa-HEY HEY what’s the rush?!”
“RUTI IS THE RUSH!!!” and just at that they let go as both started sprinting. “i TRIED calling you and then ruti just threw pillows at me to go get you you sloth!!”
“well that explains the pillow but still!!!”
as both rushed through the hall of slowly waking up students coming out of their dorms. slamming the door open padpa looked to the now disheveled sitting up lightly rutile panting and curling up a bit with a nervous zircon sitting closeby with their phone in hand.
“a-ambulance says they’ll be here-” they stuttered as yellow patted em lightly. “good zirc good good ya can go back to bed now.” yellow quickly ushered the younger out, closing the door as rutile gave a gutteral growl, causing the red head to rush to their side.
“and you said it’d be fine for me to go to my dorm huh-” they started only to get interrupted with a firm squeeze of their hand giving a hiss. “shut.” rutile growled as they panted lightly.
“okay so, hot water right?” yellow asked as they rushed to the shared bathroom. “and towels right ruti???”
“that’s...the basics yes!” they exclaimed as they squeezed padpa’s hand again. “geez where did the strength come from!?” padpa asked as rutile gave a hum. “gee, probably AFTER six or so weeks!?”
“okay okay smarty pants.”
“how’re you this calm??” padpa shrugged. “honestly? i’m still half awake maybe that’s why?”
“god, i wish i was in your shoes.” rutile hissed as yellow came back with a salad sized bowl of water and towel over their shoulder. “same man.” as they replied the sound of ambulance alarms blaring caused the three to sigh in relief while the hallway was soon filled with shouts and talk and running from the noise.
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opening their eyes padpa stretched and yawned as they sat up in the hospital chair. looking around they could see people coming and going the hall, yellow sleeping in their chair aswell and looking to the light of the delivery room still being on. geez how long has it been? the smell of scrambled eggs passing by on a plate signaled breakfast time they guessed.
staring at the light padpa sighed lightly as their now more concience mind ran through all that happened. waking up by a pillow, nearly having their hand broken during the ride here. these nine months flashed as fast as what happened just some hours ago.
the light went out. padpa nudged yellow till they cracked their eyes open. “think ruti’s done.” padpa told them as yellow yawned and a doctor coming out. “is the fath-”
“yeah i’m here.” padpa raised their hand passing by the doctor. “r-right-” they heard and walking into the room. already they could see the little bundled blanket in ruti’s arms, those golden orbs looking to them a bit bloodshot from crying and hair a disheveled mess with a similarly disheveled smile at them.
they felt things colliding inside of them, like a roof that just got too tired of holding up all the attic stuff as padpa fell to their knees, holding their mouth as they laid their head on the floor. their ears muffled out concerned questions and statements as they hiccuped tears to fall on the floor from the re-assuring back pets of yellow’s.
it felt like forever for their mind to get out of this clutter of brainspace. this was real, this wasn’t a dream, they really were here, the kid was theirs, ruti was theirs, their in college, their parents, their PARENTS!
slowly getting up they could hear and feel yellow holding their arm to steady them as they walked to the bed. almost as if they knew their body would give in they flopped on the bed close to ruti’s waist, arms laying on it to help steady themself.
“...p-padpa?”
“sorry. tired. processing.”
“...ah, okay.” they felt those delicate hands pet their soft hair, nuzzling to it lightly. as they heard the muffled conversation between them and yellow one thing padpa could hear clearly was the sound of small light sleeping and an occasional noise of breathing. as if it was their gasoline padpa moved to gain enough strength to lean up a bit and look to the bundle in rutile’s arms.
so small, so squishy looking. petting their cheek the little one’s eyes opened staring at padpa with an eyecolor lighter then their own. they smiled lightly. “you...got your troublemaker side from me huh?”
“i can concur.” rutile stated as padpa chuckled lightly. “speaking of though, what’s a name good for a troublemaker?” rutile asked as padpa hummed. “didn’t we have that talk?”
“yes but you knocked out halfway through it.”
“eheh, yeaaah. hmmm.” they hummed, the familiar imagery of the beach and shiny gem flashing through them. “...uhm..what’s that one gem thingy called? cairn-something?” they asked, getting confused stares.
“we’re not naming them after cairngorm.” rutile stated as yellow giggled. “eheh yeah no i mean, like, cairneel-neel uhm-”
“nelian? cairnelian?” yellow asked as padpa clicked their tongue. “that!” they replied, causing the baby to make some rather unimpressed whimpers. “s-sorry eheh but yeah. how’s that ruti?”
as rutile rocked the little one lightly they smirked and nodded. “i think, you listen better when sleeping.” padpa tilted their head as rutile giggled. “i like it yes.” the bushy red head smiled at that. “alright. welcome little cairnelian hehe.”
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“hmmmm,” rutile hummed as they tapped their pencil on their notebook. the sound of light snoring coming from the red head laying on their side.
“no luck?” they looked to see yellow smiling at them. “more lack there of with sleeping beauty here.” they grumbled lightly tapping their pencil eraser onto the others head gaining a snore as yellow chuckled.
“well doesn’t help so many of the ideas are boring.” rutile huffed as yellow sat next to them. “c’mon ya gotta have something cool! like uh, maybe like a gem?”
“gem? ...yellow we’re not hippies.” rutile pouted as yellow giggled. “ey i’m just saying. something like cairnelian might work right?” rutile looked to their sleeping partner as they gave a nudge to yellow. “maybe but i wanna keep other options open.”
“kaaaay. well, if ya want any ideas i’m the best godparent at it!” they stated as they popped their earbuds into their ears. once distracted rutile sighed. “cairnelian huh?” they mumbled, looking to padpa again. their pencil quickly scratched onto the paper the name and moved to give them a pet on the head. “wonder what you’d think of the name cairnelian huh?”
#houseki no kuni#land of the lustrous#hnk#lotl#kingdom of gems#fanfiction#rutipad#rutipads#college rutipad au#rutile x padparascha#rutile x padpa#padparascha x rutile#padpa x rutile#the pink one speaks#i made this
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Could you please explain your Oc's looks? I would appreciate it if you could be a little detailed? :)
I’m afraid I still don’t know entirely how Malum and Haley look, but I’ve got the other three down!
I have some drawings of them on here! I’ll reblog them later for reference!
Carter is black, and has curly black hair that’s just a little too long to be considered tidy. When I first drew him I drew his hair as straight and going just down past his ears, and then a little while ago I realized “Oop, wait, his hair would be naturally curly, wouldn’t it? Whoops.” His eyes are also yellow, though I’m considering maybe changing that sometime.
He wears a yellow suit, not a bright yellow but not quite pastel either, just soft. His pants are the same color. He has a white button-down undershirt, and an orange tie that he keeps tucked into his suit so that the end of the tie isn’t visible. His shoes are just normal brown dress shoes. He has a hat, it’s one of these ones that’s like a really short top-hat, kind of like a bowler hat but not exactly. Like um... like Bert’s hat during the little animated carnival sequence in Marry Poppins! But it’s yellow, not made of straw, and has an orange stripe just above the brim!
(I just started on Malum and realized I should probably include about cheekbones and jaws.) Carter’s got a good jawline. His cheekbones are average, he didn’t care much about them when making the body.
Ashlyn is quite pale. She has bright ginger hair, which she usually keeps in a ponytail. It would go just past her shoulders if she wore it down. Her eyes are a sort of blue-green.
She wears rather basic clothes. A gray hoodie, a solid color t-shirt (usually a light pink, she likes pink), blue jeans, and some kind of sneakers, color doesn’t matter there she just cares if they’re comfy. She also has an apron that she wears while baking, it’s pink and says “Made With Love” on the front in red bubble letters. Her grandma made it for her, it’s a little stained and has seen a lot of use.
(Editing to add about them cheeks...) Ashlyn is a little soft. Not a lot, because all the adventures are both good workouts and sometimes they will result in not eating enough for a long time, but she’s on the softer, chubbier side. I didn’t have this in my original drawing because I didn’t decide that then. Anyway, her face is more round and soft than everyone else’s.
Evelyn is also quite pale. She has black hair, the ends a bright sky-blue. It’s rather short, going down to just above her shoulders. Her eyes are also blue. When she’s in human form they’re a normal blue, maybe a little brighter than typical, probably quite close to Jack’s eye color for reference. When she’s in her magic form, her eyes are a bright, kind of glowy sky-blue, like her hair ends (I only have one colored pencil close to what I imagine so I have to use the same one for bother her hair and eyes).
She wears a black leather jacket, a purple t-shirt underneath, ripped jeans (usually black, gray, or dark blue), and nice sturdy boots (black or gray) with criss-crossing straps on the front . She also has a necklace with a silver chain and round sapphire pendant, but that’s usually hidden in her shirt.
Her magic form includes: the previously mentioned glowing blue eyes with slit sort of cat or snake like pupils, four black horns coming from her head ( two closer to the front that curve in like they’re trying to touch each other, two bigger ones that curve outward like they’re trying to get away from each other), long and lithe claws on her hands, pointed teeth, and two wings. The wings are... damn, I forget their color. I think a sort of gray-blue? We’ll see when I find the drawings.
Cheekbones and jaw. I am shit at drawing face structure, but oh my goodness. She doesn’t even need claws with her cheekbones and jaw, honestly. In a good way though.
I... may have been feeling extra gay when I decided how she looked. It was before I knew I was Bi but... I’m a little gay for my own character, not gonna lie. Even when she’s in magic form.
Haley... she has brown hair and brown eyes, I know that. Her hair is sort of wavy, and it goes down to her shoulders. Not above, not past, right at her shoulders. She usually wears it down. She’s also pale (I didn’t realize that Carter was the only character of color until after I made the main five, so most of the other sort of side-OCs are characters of color to make up for it).
She wears dresses a lot, usually with shorts or tights underneath. Her parents made her wear flats all the time, and while she does genuinely like them, she mostly wears sneakers because they have less uncomfortable memories attached. The dresses are usually sort of like t-shirt dresses or something, simple and loose and comfy! And of course her necklace from her aunt. I haven’t settled on a design, but it’s definitely gold.
Her cheekbones and jaw aren’t crazy, they’re just average. She was kind of gaunt for a while, with the stress of her home life at her parent’s and them not exactly taking the best care of her and not letting her take very good care of herself... but she’s healthier now, her face is more full, and she looks pretty normal!
Malum. I have no fucking clue with this man. Very pale, because he’s kind of... dead-ish? Not exactly, but he is a demon, and his blood isn’t blood-blood it’s demon blood. I think he’s got a strong jaw, just good bone structure in general, though his cheeks are probably a bit gaunt so he looks more tragic. His eyes are dark, dark brown when he’s in human form, orange when he’s in demon form.
His hair... probably black, mostly neat but long enough to get in his eyes sometimes. Maybe like, layered? I don’t know.
He’s really tall. I know that. Maybe muscular? Maybe not? I can’t decide. I mean, probably not very, at least visably, because that wouldn’t look very tragic, but I also had this idea about his design that I make him look like a sort of stereotypical “bad boy love interest” character, because he’s not a bad boy at all and he’s actually super sweet and soft, so that would be a funny contrast. But yeah, can’t decide.
Um... in terms on clothes, a lot of elbow length sleeve shirts I think. I think he has a maroon one he really likes. Probably a few normal t-shirts as well. I bet he’s got at least one with a cheesy pun or something on it, but he’d never let Carter know that. A lot of jeans, black and blue and maybe gray. Just sneakers really, for shoes.
I’m sorry this took forever! I hope this was satisfactory!
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Liquid
Waves crash against the cliff side. They slowly eroded away the place i sat. Day after day, I’d sit at peace by the edge of the cliff side, watching the flurry of white and dark blue. I’d seen every pattern there was to see in the waves, I’d measured them each carefully, height, width, mass, volume.
People said every wave was somehow different, but i knew better. Everything has a pattern whether not it is visible. For the longest time, Humans believed every star was different each night. As years passed we learned, that really, it just repeated, over and over. It created the illusion of new and difference, but it was just a pattern.
Now in my eyes, that didn’t ,make them any less beautiful. Stars were bright specks that you never saw moving. Constellations could be made, planets could be seen. Only, unlike the Ocean, you couldn’t touch them. They were just for watching, and observing.
The ocean was different, you could touch the ocean. You could smell the salt and humidity that coasted the air around it. You could hear each wave lap the cliff side, or the beach. Taking and depositing sand as it went. Throughout the night, it could be heard. A solid and constant rhythm, that quickly lulled and soul into serenity.
And the colors, oh, all the colors of the sea. A sky blue and then deep velvet, fading into a pretty green. Whites and grey’s all swirling together, into one big mosaic.
So today I sat, canvas in front of me, to paint the high tide. I lightly brushed on every new color, repeated the routine i had started when i was eight. Drawing and observing from different angles, often adding in bits of colored pencils, and crayons. After I would draw out a wave i would run from my spot on the hot sand, and dive into the water. Underneath the waves was an entirely different scene.
It reminded me of laying upside down on your bed, looking over your room from this new, unexplored angle. under the water, everything rolled and twisted. I wished I could bring my canvas underwater with me. Fish scurried away from my curious hands, and coral cut up my bare feet. But, I didn’t care, It was worth it to see the colors.
Today, I would not be swimming, it was far to late. The sun was setting over the horizon, and I held my brush gingerly. I stood from my stool, and felt the bright light of the dying sun on my own skin. Seagulls scared overhead, swooping into the white waters. I drew closer to the edge of the drop. I peered down, seeing the new colors appearing in the rip tide. Today, was red and yellow, just like the sun. The sun only set this way a few times a year and I was always there to see it.
Interrupting my thoughts, was a unique splash. It made a deep noise below me, but i was not close enough to the edge to see what had fallen. I was curious, so I crept forward, my bare toes matting the sweet grass beneath my feet. The closer I got to the steep edge the more I could hear, the more I could see. I took a deep breath in as i peered over the sheer drop. It was to late. I had known this day might come, but I didn’t expect it so soon.
The once unbreakable ledge i had painted on for years was cracking. I gasped as i felt the ground shake, i threw my arms out in an attempt to balance. Snaps of once steady rock, sounded what would be my demise. I turned on my heel, my yellow sundress fluttering, looking back to the solid ground. And with one last look at my childhood home, and I was falling. Wind left me deaf to my surroundings, I watched as the rocks flew by my falling body.
There was nothing I could do at this point. I watched as my canvas tumbled town through the air, paint soared by me, along with bits of rocks. A few small pebbles scratched my face.
I couldn’t bear to watch my life end this way. I had so many plans, so much to do in my life. Memories from childhood flashed through my eyes. Days of playing in the same waters that would end me, hours or building sand castles. Weeks spent sketching out different colors by the water. It was all about to be over before it even really began.
I blinked my eyes open, I wasn’t dead. I wasn’t falling any more, I was unmoving on my back. I couldn’t tell what it was I had landed in, only it was soft and warm. Like a million hands were holding me. I peered directly up at the red and orange sky, to afraid to move. My fire red hair was draped over my face. I turned my head slightly to the side, trying to gather information on where I was.
“This will not stand” A voice spoke. I did not understand where it was coming from ,it sounded as though it were all around me. It was neither a masculine nor feminine voice, it was just a voice. I thought I might be going crazy. Either that, or i was dead.
“We cannot destroy something that has seen such beauty in us,” The voice spoke again, I jolted slightly. I tilted my head more, not daring to move. I saw water, I was laying on top of water! It was not cold, or wet, It felt like a soft blanket. It was Fluffy and calming. At this point, I thought that i had to be dead, this could not be reality.
“We are scaring it!” They whispered, this voice was slightly different then the one speaking before. I looked to my left this time, seeing more water. It was still and calm, no crashing waves, no movement anywhere near.
“It was already scared!” They mumbled, somewhat unhappily. I drew a deep breath in, and sat up, bracing myself with my hands. A few gasps came from around me. I peered around myself, breathing hard now.
There were ten or so people like figures surrounding me. Arms all outstretched to cradle my shaking body. They had torsos made of translucent water, all different colors. I jerked my head around, unsure of what was happening. My heart thumped in my chest and I could only imagine what my eyes looked like at that moment.
The figures had no mouths, eyes or noses, only a head. Their arms were made of breaking white water. Frozen in position, as though they were going to smash into the beach at any moment.
“We can’t return it,” A different voice chimed in.My head twisted from left to right, my breathing was ragged and heavy. My arms and legs shook. The water beings didn’t seem to notice.
“It might tell the others....” The third voice spoke, I became aware that this voice was coming from the being to the left of me. It’s featureless head, bobbed up and down slightly as it spoke softly.
“Why did we catch it anyways?” The being in front of me said, I did not like its voice. It was cold and hard, unlike the others.
“It isn’t like we need it,” It dropped its wave arms to its side, letting my feet fall a bit before the others collected them.
“Be careful!” The second voice barked, at the one in front of me.
“It is fragile...” the one of the left of me muttered gently. My head shot around to where it was standing. Although it had no eyes i could tell it was watching me. I blinked a few times at it. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out of this situation, or really, how got into it.
“It’s such a funny little thing,” The one on the left giggled. Its watery orb of a head leaned in closer to me. It took everything I had not to back away or scream.
“Ive never seen one so close,” one on the right of me whispered, with a voice full of wonder. I decided I would take a leap of faith and hoped I wouldn’t regret it.
“what’s happening?” I murmured, my voice quaking with fear. Each blob like figure shifted in some way, almost all gasped. The water I sat upright on mixed around a bit. The one in front of me spoke first.
“We need to just leave it alone,” It lectured stiffly. It had broader shoulders, and a more slender head. He sighed loudly.
“We should have just let it drown! Or hit the rocks,” A few nods of agreement came from the group, but the majority looked unsure.
“What are you people?” I emphasized. Each blob looked around at one another nervously. There was a long silence.
“I say we kill it,” The front one announced loudly, whispers of protests and confusion, circled me. I tucked my legs underneath me, I was doomed. If I wasn’t already dead then I would be soon. What was happening didn’t make any sense to me. Who were these people? Am I dead? Questions swirled inside my head. I let my head fall on top of my knees. The beings was now making noises of concern, and wonder. Remarking to one another about what should happen to me. I felt the soft blankety water beneath my hands. I had never felt water like this, I pushed on it with my palm. It pressed in the a very squishy mattress. I grasped it strongly, it was like some sort of putty.
I heard a gasp from one of the beings on my right, it walked past me, towards the shore. Its legs seemed to be nonexistent, Just a torso, arms and head. I noticed when it moved forward, it look as though it was a wave its self. It arms were reaching out for something on the giant boulder that had crashed into the ocean along with me. The others watched as it returned, something was floating roughly unto of its oddly bended arms. It dropped the item on the same platform of water i sat upon.
It was my broken unhappy, painting. My canvas was ruined. soaking wet with various rips, colors smudged together unpleasantly. I wasn’t sure what it was about that moment but, I broke. After peering at it for a good few seconds in silence, I felt the first tears slip down my face. The one behind me shifted into the front as the other whispered in confusion by my actions. It’s liquid arm lifted silently, and stroked my cheek. I stoped sniffling.
“Water,” The being announced. More gasps came from the group.
“She is water,” It expressed calmly. “We are water,” The group mumbled and shifted. “We have no right to steal her spirt and give it to another.” It said strongly, The group listened careful, give this liquid being their full attention.
“We will return her,” I got a sense that this was final. The cold and hard one, just sighed. The beings nodded in agreement, while the left one just groaned and mumbled
“Aw, i wanted to keep it,”.
With a burst of energy, i was flying upwards, back into the darkened sky. The hands placed me gently on the remaining cliff side. I stumbled forward, jumping back around to get a good look at the statues of water that had just risen. Quickly, individuals were falling back to the ocean with a great splash. The tallest one, I recognized as the leader. The one who may have saved my life. As the other fell down in clouds of plundering mist, It remained. I stare at it unblinking, afraid i was going to miss something.
“Alii ab uno Spiritu” It said, Bowing its head at me, before it disappeared.
Months later I finally felt comfortable returning to the cliff. As soon as i peered out at the waves I realized what i had been missing. These beings weren’t people, or figments of my own imagination. But they were the waves. I could now see each wave individually was a being. The patterns I had been watching, weren’t wave patterns. It was an order of conduct.
The first wave to crash on long the beach, was the leader. The one who had shown me so much kindness. It went on until it got to the mean on, who was right in the middle or the order. And near the end was the one who had talked to me from the left side of me.
Instead of just shapes of liquid, i could see them now. all playing and having fun while crashing on the land. Each one had its own personality, own thoughts, even own shape.
I never told any other people of my encounter, i figured they wouldn’t believe me. I didn’t really want them to anyways. This was something I would hold on to and never forget in my life. It was my story, and my moment. Because to this day I am the only person who has ever met them face to face. And for that I was thankful. I had met the spirits of the ocean, and they had saved me.
I know this one is a bit rough, but I only worked one day on it. Hope you enjoy!
#water#ocean#liquid#story#stories#spirtitual#sand#rocks#fantasy#whimsical#goodvibes#happy#wonderful#lovely#feelgood#feelings#sea#fish#mermeid
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ID a digital drawing of many assorted objects all overlapping each other and each in a different color. end ID
apparently i can only draw out of spite now. this one is aimed at my art teacher because she hated it when i sketched like this, all overlapped and stuff, but it was fun and i never have to see her again hopefully so i can do what i want.
a sketch collection of cool stuff on and around my desk I drew while waiting for the thunder and lightning to stop. including, but not limited to (because there’s so much here, I can’t even tell anymore):
two drawings of one of my cats because he was asleep on my desk and laptop and at one point he attacked my hand, so i just kinda held his hand when he fell back asleep for like 20 minutes and it was really cute
a plastic margarita cup that I’m taking to college with me and I have three other matching ones
a tiny brick I keep sticky notes under such as the one with minecraft coordinates on it so i don’t get too lost
a World’s Best Cat Mom mug my sister sent me that’s really paint splattered and full of pens i didnt feel like drawing
the hilt of a bitchin letter opener that looks like a sabre but its misproportioned so it works as a letter opener but it actually bothers me a lot
a very small pink knife i bought online while getting some pants and found on the website by accident
one of a few small bells that I have already used two to make earrings one time at 11 pm because i got bored
a bottle of liquid glue i keep on my desk so i know when my cats are up there because they always knock it off
a small pink toy car that i kept in the pocket of my denim jacket for almost a year
a collection of blue glass pebble things i bought for a craft last year but only used one of them so now I just have this bag if pebbles, but the bag broke, so now i just have a lot of loose blue pebbles just kinda dispersed throughout my room
a small shovel that is actually a spoon that i Did spend too much money on but it was totally worth it
a cool button that originally i had on a book i made, but removed it
two of those keycard holder things that attach to your belt because in middle school we had to keep our ids on us and i broke the holder by running into stuff all the time so i collected a lot of the holders
a plastic broom handle cap from the time i stole all the broom handles (and Only the handles, which i still just kinda have all of them) from the auditorium, backstage, and the prop closet at my school
two fencing medals that i still have hanging up because fencing was a bigger part of my life than i like to admit
a foam bar tap, the first prop i ever made and keep displayed with playbills and cast/crew photos, one of which im not even in because i got a concussion cause a deer head fell on me on the first day if tech week and i was only allowed to leave the house on the day of the last performance, which wasnt even a regularly scheduled show, so im very glad i got to see some part of it and when i was at the show i made friends with someone because we were both wearing khakis
a clock i have on my desk because I moved the one that used to be there and is actually the only clock on my desk which is surprising considering the state of the rest of my room (covered in clocks)
a bottle of bright yellow nail polish that i made a beeline for once i saw it in a store so i could have a whole rainbow of nail polish
a plastic cup with a built in straw that i will also be taking to college because they look like the ones i used when i was a kid, but these specific ones i bought for my brother when he went to college because of the above reason
a single red 2x2 lego brick that i honestly dont know how it got in here
a small wooden box I keep quarters in that i want to paint but havent and probably wont
a small blue carabiner i took from my friends lunchbox a few years ago and is one of the three things I have stolen that I have actually kept (I keep track of them because I almost always give everything back and feel very guilty for these outliers, but i’ll probably never see those people again, so rip i guess) (the other two things are a black wooden pencil i took from a friend in 9th grade gym class and a blue and orange mechanical pencil i took from the same person as the carabiner) oh, i have two other things, i guess, but one i just kept taking and eventually i was allowed to keep it and the other is nearly identical and was given willingly to continue to joke i think and/or out of habit
…i may have actually gotten it all (plus a bunch of other stuff)
this is what happens when im tired and have internet access. i overshare. this is all youll ever need to know about me.
btw this is me substituting bringing someone into my room and telling them the stories behind all my tchotchkes because i Love to talk and tell stories but physically talking is hard
#aw beans thats a horrid id and i know it#i dont know how to describe this chaos#my keyboards kinda broken so typing is a little bit of hell#eye strain#tw eye strain#either this is gonna be obnoxiously long or im gonna learn how to make page breaks#haHA i have DONE IT..hopefully#the thunder and lightning have stopped. i can sleep.#jtbu art#all that really came from me drawing and listening to loud music to avoid having to sleep during a thunderstorm#if you read all that#i commend you#you now know very many things about me#i havent stayed up this late in a while#im so tired but im Vibing so#like#its fine#(its not. i need sleep)#oversharing
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