#actually I think I’m out of eyeliner so maybe I wouldn’t have done it but idk! I can’t look! bc I can’t SEE

[sanchoyo]

aaauuugh a while ago I got an amazon gift card and treated myself to a new eyeshadow palette with every conceivable color on it (very cool) and I’ve been wanting to Use It but had nowhere to go. But last night I was thinking yknow. I can use it whenever! And planned to play with it today …

I woke up and THE POWER IS OUT. I can’t SEE.

[lovingseventeen]

svt doing your makeup

a/n: i luv fluff and i luv seokmin UGH. and i’m releasing this as my 1k event is still going on bc i figured y’all deserve some new ideas too. but please go check out that series too! i’ll put the link to it right here <3

seungcheol:

✧ claims that sitting on his lap while he does it is necessary

✧ “sit here” he says, patting his lap, “i need you up close”

✧ tries to be as gentle as he can

✧ whines when eyeliner is hard to do then he whines even more when you laugh at him

jeonghan:

✧ lowkey pranks you by telling you he’ll attempt one look but he does something very different

✧ nothing crazy, like he wouldn’t purposefully make you look bad by any means

✧ but maybe he wants to gently push you out of your comfort zone so he picks a new eyeshadow color, but still subtly does it so it isn’t too vivid

✧ “you said you were gonna do my usual!” you gasped when you finally checked yourself in the mirror

✧ he actually did pretty well, you were just caught off guard

✧ “i always wondered how you’d look like this” he tells you, “and would you look at that, i knew you’d look so good”

joshua:

✧ he likes to watch when you get ready most of the time so he knew your routine for the most part

✧ his hands are confident as he works, his lips gently parted as he focuses

✧ tilts your face by gently holding your chin

✧ gets up very close to your face to put your makeup on but also to definitely fluster you (he’s evil for this)

jun:

✧ thinks watching one youtube tutorial is enough but it is in fact, not

✧ forgets how to do something as soon as he puts a dab of concealer on your face

✧ “wait, wait a minute-”

✧ he’s rewinding the video he referenced and maybe he swaps a method here and there - like jun the dot of makeup is starting to set

✧ you don’t look too bad at the end either, but he’s very relieved to be done (after an hour) as he’s spritzing your setting spray

soonyoung:

✧ get so excited, “can i pick your outfit too!”

✧ really really wants to do it well so he asks you about everything, every step of the way

✧ “is this the one they use when they get rid of my eye bags?” he asks

✧ “i have to tap the excess off right?”

✧ “what’s the difference between these two?”

✧ maybe you have to retouch a little at the end, but you’re proud of him (may have been light handed because he didn’t want to overdo it)

✧ loves it when you put on the outfit he picked and give him 360 of your look

✧ you give him a kiss on the cheek after and you leave a kiss print with your lipstick (he’s the kind of bf to not wipe it off too and he sends a selfie to the svt group chat to brag)

wonwoo:

✧ calm about the whole ordeal

✧ googles general makeup instructions and references this one article as he does your makeup

✧ he keeps looking back between the article and your face

✧ doesn’t go for anything over the top, but more or less just perfects your skin

✧ “very pretty” he comments as he assesses his work

jihoon:

✧ also does research and he’s the only member who learns how to undo a mistake

✧ he mutters to himself “wait, this is not it, wait, don’t look in the mirror right now,” as he’s scrambling for your concealer

✧ very careful hands

✧ kind of under pressure because he doesn’t want to be at fault for making you look bad

minghao:

✧ he’s so fun, he wants to do a matching look with you

✧ wants to go for something edgy, maybe some soft smokey eyeshadow

✧ winds up being a session where he does your makeup (with the most delicate hands) and you do his

✧ you also end up painting each other’s nails to add to the look

✧ easy to say both of you look very hot together

mingyu:

✧ APPALLED when you flinch away from him when he’s holding your eyeliner

✧ he’s already talking in pout when he goes “have i ever hurt you before? baby trust me”

✧ he’s so pouty from that point on and he’s even more motivated to make you pretty (well, more pretty than you already are)

✧ “here, look” he tells you, holding out a mirror so you can examine his work

✧ you gasp, “‘gyu you did so good!” he’s blushing but still a little sulky

✧ “see? i’d never hurt you! you had no reason to flinch!”

✧ “i know, i know” you assure him, taking your usual seat in his lap to wrap your arms around his neck to snuggle him. “thank you baby, i love it” (you know he’s already forgiven you when he wraps his strong arms around your waist to pull you closer)

seokmin:

✧ baby is so so gentle with you

✧ compliments you after ever step

✧ “your skin’s already so perfect i don’t have to do a lot..” he mumbles under his breath

✧ “wow this is so sparkly, your eyes are even prettier” he grins

✧ “pucker your lips for me?” he’ll ask (he takes off half of what he put on though because he cant fight the urge to peck your lips when they’re like this)

✧ squishes your cheeks when he’s done and he says “you’re so prettyyy” in that painfully adorable lovesick way he does

seungkwan:

✧ here’s our resident perfectionist — he does research thoroughly

✧ even finds some good alternatives for some of your current stuff

✧ winds up teaching you a better method for the looks you tend to go for

✧ “that’s not how i do it but-” you begin, only to be interrupted with “i thought you said i could do what i wanted! just wait, look, i’ll show you-”

✧ his lips are pursed and frankly, he’s starting to sweat because he’s passionate about getting you to look even better than you already do

✧ 10/10 look in the end, you could easily wear it out

vernon:

✧ he was surprised at your request to do your makeup but he agrees. though he does warn you it might not look great

✧ “you trust me with this?” he double checks as soon as you lay out your supplies on the desk

✧ “of course i do” this makes him grin

✧ he doesn’t look up anything but he lets you talk him through your steps and his touch is so light and a little awkward as he swipes across your eyelid

✧ he can’t hold his reactions when he messes up though, and he’s kind of like 😬 in that very specific vernon way. “i think you’re gonna wanna do this part babe” and he watches so intently as you do it

✧ amidst this though, he does learn about your process and even if he can’t do your look for you entirely, he might offer to do parts of your routine for you in the future. if you’re tired as you’re getting ready in the morning maybe he can lay your foundation for you and your concealer - the parts of your process that aren’t too intricate.

✧ future vernon maybe even offers to take off your makeup for you at the end of a day instead

chan:

✧ he believes the phrase “shoot for the moon. even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars”

✧ in hindsight, it could be poetic but he really just bites off more than he could chew

✧ rewatches the same ten seconds of a tutorial over and over again and he still doesn’t quite understand what cutting a crease means

✧ please kiss his forehead and walk him through it

[maehemthemisfit]

i have come to return the favour of brainrots.

lyney loves helping you get ready whenever you’re going out. you want your hair done? no problem, he knows exactly what’ll suit you. not sure what to wear? well, he’ll tell you which colours go well with your skin palette and which outlines complement your body shape. want to paint your nails? he’s already laid out all the colours in front of you (and will definitely kiss your knuckles once he’s finished.) you wear makeup? let him do your eyeliner; he’s got you covered, and can probably do it better than you could yourself. (he will, however, take the opportunity to paint a little heart on your cheek if you’re not careful. ‘see?’ he’ll grin, pointing at the teardrop on his own cheek. ‘now we match.’)

he also loves dancing with you—like, i’m imagining a typical ballroom (but maybe a bit more steampunky), and he pulls your favourite flower from what looks like thin air, lowers into a bow, holds the flower out to you, and presses his lips to the back of your hand when you take it, eyes glimmering as he asks, ‘would you care to indulge me with a dance, [monsieur/ mademoiselle/ a gender neutral equivalent]?’

and he’s such a gentleman while you’re dancing, too; one hand hovering on your hips, the other holding yours, and he definitely twirls you around, no question about it. he probably also does that thing where he catches you and you stare at each other for a long, romantic-tension-you-could-cut-with-a-knife moment before he pulls you back up.

his favourite place to kiss you is probably your knuckles—you always get adorably flustered when he just barely skims his lips over the back of your hand, and he wouldn’t give up that expression for the world—closely followed by the tip of your nose and your lips and your forehead and— (you get the idea…)

also, going back to when you’re in the crowd during his performances, him trying to find you in the audience becomes a game over time: you’ll try and make yourself as inconspicuous as possible, and he’ll look for you as he’s performing. he’s never not managed to spot you before, and each time he does and you make eye contact, he winks at you and blows you a kiss.

i feel like there’s also a chance he might actually propose to you onstage at the end of a performance if he was sure you’d be comfortable with it: like, everyone’s about to take their bows, and he suddenly asks for a ‘surprise volunteering act’—of course, you get picked (what are the chances?), and once you’re on stage, he announces, ‘now, my dearest volunteer, i only need your hand for this magic trick. nothing more, nothing less.’

you raise an eyebrow, unsure what he’s planning—this ‘surprise act’ was certainly not on the lineup he described to you—and to your (and everyone else in the audience’s astonishment), he gets down on one knee, takes off his hat, and pulls a little box from it. the whole theatre is silent: you could hear a pin drop as he clears his throat and says, ‘if you’d be so kind as to humour me… may i ask for your hand in marriage?’ safe to say, that was a day nobody who was there ever forgot…

(of course, if he thinks you might be uncomfortable with such a public proposal, he’ll stick with something more private.)

this… got longer than i intended it to be, but… enjoy?

WE WILL SINGLEHANDEDLY FEED THE LYNEY LOVERS !!

I. Don't. Care. What. ANYONE. Says. Lyney frequently kissing your hands is canon. Back, Knuckles, Wrist, Ring, ANYWHERE he can put his lips on. And he always smiles into it too.

Since he's part of the performance industry, it's common knowledge for him to know how to do hair and makeup. So if you ever struggle to do those things, he'll learn how to style and take care of your hair no matter the texture, type, or length. It might be trial and error but you both have fun bonding together, especially when he tries doing your makeup.

Archons forbid he ever puts lip gloss or something on your lips (it's gonna end up on his regardless, he has no self control when he's already inches away from kissing you). He makes a mess and has to redo it again, but that's after the mini make out session, he doesn't mind at all though... he might try to kiss you again. NEVER let them know your next move. 😭

(poor Freminet had walked in on you guys accidentally and wanted the ocean to swallow him whole- immediately reverses out of there and had trouble looking the two of you in the eyes right after.)

LOVES LOVES LOVES dancing with you, even if you can't dance or have difficulty doing so. He'll hold/carry you if he has to and just sway and spin you around. He doesn't mind if you trip up or stumble over his feet. He'll correct it, his hands guiding your hips, whispering instructions and praises as his words brush and fan across your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

He spins you like a princess, and if he's bold enough, he might throw you in the air and catch you (much to your frightened squeals and dismay). Whether you're in the spotlight or dancing in the dark, swaying in the rain, or practicing in a ballroom, his eyes are forever locked on yours. And don't expect him to dip you and NOT leave a kiss (unless he feels like teasing you). It's truly a crime to him if he doesn't at this opportune moment.

Dancing with him feels like a fairytale.

ALSO THE PROPOSAL JAHSKSASJDJSK

Live, Laugh, Lyney ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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[tiredstrain]

know you’ll wear my makeup well - sirius black x reader

cw: gn!reader, just banter, sirius being The biggest flirt in the world, yk the usual

a/n: title from g.u.y by lady gaga. i can’t stop listening to it. this is a result of that :]

sirius black has no issue with makeup. he thinks it looks great on other people, but he’s never been curious enough to test it out on himself.

“siri, can i do your makeup? please?” you ask.

sirius black is suddenly significantly more interested in testing makeup out.

he’s sat on the couch, nose in his phone and a blanket up to his shoulders. he always thinks it’s too cold, no matter how high you set the thermostat. he looks terribly comfortable, you think, which is why you really didn’t want to disturb him. but, desperate times. 

he sees you’re hiding something behind your back. probably a makeup bag, he realizes, because you know he wouldn’t deny you of anything. maybe remus is right, maybe he’s getting too soft. 

he laughs quietly. “why would you want to do that?” he asks, just cause he wants to see you squirm. just a little bit.

you shrug. “it would be fun. and you would look really, really good. i think.”

he clutches his chest. “am i really so hideous that you think i need makeup to look good?”

you roll your eyes. “yes, you’re painfully unattractive. now let me in,” you say as you pull the blanket away from him. he grumbles the whole time, 'but i was so comfy', until eventually you’re settled in his lap.

there's a moment of quiet where sirius is content to just lay back and let you put various powders on his face, but after about two minutes he gets bored. surprise surprise.

"what're you doing?"

"concealing."

he peeks one eye open. "what're you concealing?"

you copy the face he's making. "your skin. duh."

"duh," he snorts. "y'know, sometimes i miss the days when you were all shy and intimidated by me."

"remember how that lasted for a week, and then i saw james make you laugh so hard you blew champagne out of your nose? and then you started screaming about how bad it stung?"

"true, but what a week that was."

"yeah yeah. close your eyes."

another thirty seconds of quiet. "now what are you doing?"

"eyeliner."

he grins big. "oh i'm gonna look so rock n roll. so edgy. can't wait."

"actually," you sigh, "i'm just gonna give you blue eyeshadow and call it a day."

"nonono no need for that. as you were. make me look like a rockstar." you both hold your breath as your pencil traces around his eyes.

another bit of silence. you wonder, briefly, how often sirius would let you get away with this. doing your own makeup has become boring, just another part of your morning routine. with sirius, though, it's fun again. it's doing something for the first time again. his face is sharp where yours is soft, angular where yours is round. it's a completely new playing field.

"am i beautiful yet?" his voice brings you back to the present.

"i don't have enough makeup for that."

he gasps. "you wound me, you really do."

"shh, be still. we're almost done."

you clean up the eyeliner, brush out his brows, apply some tinted lip balm, then give yourself a minute to gawk. he’s so pretty. it's unfair. you'd made a joke early in the relationship about what deal he made with the devil for his bone structure, which kept his ego inflated for weeks, but now more than ever you're convinced his looks have to be supernatural.

you go too long without adding any makeup, so sirius blinks his eyes open. he's always been able to read your expression easily. now is no exception.

"that good, huh?" a smug smile takes over his face.

"what can i say? i'm very talented."

"i'm sure. lemme see the artwork." he makes grabby hands towards nothing, just waiting for you to find something reflective for him.

"referring to yourself as artwork… just when i think you can't get more vain," you mutter as you dig a compact mirror out of your makeup bag.

you watch in real time as sirius takes in just how good he looks. he clocks the contour that makes his cheekbones look unreal, the eyeliner that makes his eyes seem the brightest they've ever been, and the lip balm that even he gets distracted by.

"how would you feel about doing this every day?" he asks, wide grin replacing the smirk he was wearing.

"fine, until remus and james see it and then i also have to do their makeup every day."

"no just me. they can find their own personal makeup artists."

you smile. you think of a joke about them just doing each other's makeup, but it's lost as you go back to inspecting your work. you really are good.

sirius seems content with you ogling him while sitting in his lap for all of thirty seconds. “you’re really gonna have to do this every day if this is the reaction i get,” he says as he brings his hands to your hips and rubs long, rough strokes over them.

“yeah?” you say as you mess with the neckline of his shirt.

“mhm. i like being stared at, actually.”

you bend down the slightest bit. it’s gratifying the way sirius immediately leans up to meet you in the middle. “never would’ve guessed…”

[tokusaatsus]

congrats on finishing out your semester and doing your exams!! i’m sure you did good :))

and if you’re taking requests 👀 i’ve been thinking about makeup artist!reader lately and i think you’d do good at executing it! so maybe with undead? or literally whoever you want is fine!!

i know they typically do their own make up or have their unit mates do it,,, but thinking about having to push their hair back and putting your hand on their face so they stay still to do eyeliner

OH and the way that they blush when you’re near them so you think that they’ve already had blush applied agh

i hope you’re doing well and your break is restful!! 💕

WHEN YOU DO THEIR MAKEUP

ft. hakaze kaoru, otogari adonis, oogami koga, sakuma rei

© tokusaatsus 2022

warnings: cursing, mildly sexual humour

He’d be incredibly nervous to have you so close. Though he’d try to hide it, he only succeeds in making it more obvious.

“Close your eyes,” You command, leaning in close, brush in hand.

Kaoru lets out a nervous laugh as he does so. With him seated (backwards on the chair, his legs hooked around the backrest), you tower over him, and you take advantage of the vantage point to consider what colours to use. Normally, you’d might for a soft honey to match his hair–especially since gold liner would make his grey eyes pop. He’d look quite angelic, you think. Golden boy. Or maybe a pretty pink…but that wouldn’t fit UNDEAD’s colour scheme, nor would it fit their unit theme.

You decide to go for the safest option, a simple black. And cat-eye, definitely. It’ll make him look even more sultry on stage, all lean muscles and sharp angles–no more angel boy but the devil come to take his place and seduce you all down to his realm.

Your fingers skim against his jaw to hold him in place, and he squeaks, eyes snapping open.

“Kaoru?” You lean back, concerned. His face is flushed, and his breathing has picked up too. You can faintly hear his heartbeat jackrabbiting. “Are you okay?”

“Mm, yes, of course, why wouldn’t I be?” His voice is hurried, though he gives you a charming smile, which settles some of the worry in your stomach. “I’m just…excited, yeah? I can’t wait to see how sexy Y/N-chan will make me look~”

“Okay…” You say, slowly. “But if you’re… I dunno, uncomfortable or something, you’ll tell me to stop, right?”

Kaoru nods, yes, of course, Y/N-chan, don’t worry so much~. You lean back in, carefully cupping his face in your hands. You stop, faces scant inches apart, to gauge his reaction. He’s gone stock-still, eyes blown wide, and his breaths come a little ragged, but that could be attributed to nerves… He senses your pause, catches your eye and winks. You take it as a sign to continue.

Moving closer, you trace the curve of his eyelid with your finger, carefully marking the spot where the cat-eye will end. You cautiously draw a line, connecting the dot to the outer corner of his eye, then proceed to follow his entire upper lash line. After you fill in the outline with the liner, you breathe a sigh of relief and back away. “Alright, I think that’s done… Do you want to see?”

Kaoru seems to shake himself out of his reverie, and smiles at you. His eyes crinkle up at the corners, and expose a single dimple on his left cheek. Golden boy, you think. God, you just made him unfairly prettier. “Ah, no, I’m sure you did it perfectly. Thank you~”

He’s actually the calmest. If anything, his simple straight-forwardness makes you embarrassed, and oh, how the tables have turned.

“What kind of eyeshadow do you want?” Your eyebrows furrow as you study the palettes in your hands. You consider gold or copper… it would really stand out against his skin tone, and it would match his eyes as well… Adonis simply smiles at you, trusting you to do whatever.

“Gold would match your eyes,” You hesitate.

Adonis laughs, but not meanly. It’s a gentle huff, meant to reassure. “L/N, it’s okay. Choose whichever you think would suit me best.”

You hum, and snatch the sunset palette. Adonis leans back against the sofa, so you can move nearer to him. You stop a safe distance away. He gently wraps his hand around your wrist and tugs you closer. “L/N. I don’t bite.” You bite your lip, and move closer.

Adonis closes his eyes. “Is this okay?”

You gently draw the shimmer over his left eyelid, careful not to smudge. A few grains land on his lashes and hang there like simple stars. You want to leave them there, because they make him look angelic, almost…but if they got into his eyes, it’d be annoying to deal with. You swipe your thumb along his lash line, gathering the powder. His skin is cool to the touch.

The proximity must be getting to your head.

“L/N?” 

You startle. “Uh, sorry, I got… um, never mind?”

Idiot, you chide yourself. You move on to the other eyelid, using smooth languid strokes. You run your thumb along his lash line again, and lean back to admire your handiwork. You were right. The gold does look stunning on him. “Okay. I’m done.”

Adonis’ eyes flutter open, and he gives you a gentle look. Your heart skips a beat. “Thank you, L/N.”

“No problem!” Your voice sounds loud, even to your own ears, and you suppress a wince. God, fuck, what was that? “Um, anyways, I’m done! So I’ll go now! Bye!”

Adonis waves, a little perplexed. “Ah…alright. Thank you very much for your assistance, I hope to repay you one day. Will you be coming to our show? I would very much like to have you there. ”

“Yeah,” You smile. “I’ll be there.”

He’s so fucking embarassed, but he can’t help it, and he can’t hide it. It’s not in his nature. The closer you get, the worse his blush becomes.

“Are you okay with putting on blush? Just a bit?” Your query–despite being said with no demeaning motifs–makes Koga bristle.

“Hell yeah I am. Why, ya think I can’t handle it?” He growls.

“No,” You say as you rummage through the bags. “I just wondered if it’d fit your image. You know, as the ‘cool, badass wolf’. But I guess UNDEAD is pretty fanservice-y anyways, so the blush might make you look…” You hesitate, trying to look for a way to say ‘horny for the music’ without saying those exact words. You settle on seductive. “Seductive.”

“For real?” Koga sounds almost…surprised. “Me? Ya sure ya don’t mean… I dunno, Hakaze-senpai, or somethin’?”

You don’t deign to respond, instead busying yourself with getting the blush pallets out. This earns you a, Hey! Don’t ignore me! which you proceed to ignore as well. You take a moment to scrutinise the makeup in your hands and you frown. Unlike Sakuma-senpai, whose pale skin just adds to his so-called ‘vampiric sex appeal’ or Hakaze-senpai, with his suntan or even Adonis, whose darker skin tone neutralises the need for blush, Koga doesn’t have that luxury.

You turn around, and blink, surprised. Oh. “I didn’t know you’d already had blush applied! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Koga’s face is dusted with a light pink, and you take a moment to marvel at how the look compliments him.

“H-huh? Whaddaya mean?”

You point at him. “Your face is pink!”

He snaps at you, turning away. “N-no, it ain’t!”

You move closer, and he ducks his head. “You look good like this,”

“Ya… Ya think so?” Before you can respond, Koga barks a sharp laugh. “I-I mean. Of course I do! Anyways, ya don’t need to do anythin’ more, right?”

“No, I’m done.” You take your leave, but pause in the doorway. From this angle, Koga’s blush seems… less pronounced? But at your next words, it flares up, seeming brighter than before, and you worry you might be seeing things… “I’ll be cheering for you!”

He’d seem completely calm and collected on the outside, acting like a tease…but on the inside, he’s a flustered mess.

“Hm…which shade do you like best?” You brandish two different colours of lipstick at him, one a striking red and one a simple black, and Rei just chuckles.

“Kukuku… I trust you, my dear. Pick whichever colour you think suits this old man~”

You roll your eyes, because that is no help whatsoever. But he’s given you free reign, so you might as well take advantage of it. You decide on red, after some moderation, because it matches his eyes and will add a splash of much-needed colour to his pale face. When paired with his stage outfit, the red will really stand out. Plus, Rei’s attractive so it doesn’t really matter what you choose, it’ll look good either way.

Damn.

You’re kind of jealous.

Your hands hover awkwardly, just a few centimetres shy of cradling his jaw. “How should I…?”

His eyes light up, full of mirth and tease. “Now, now… Don’t be shy, come closer~” He pats his thighs, and you pause, thinking.

“Rei, stretch your legs out a bit, please?”

He does so, obediently. “Eh? Why?”

Instead of answering, you crawl forwards until you’re balancing on your knees, straddling him. You reach out to grab his chin in your hands, and he startles, leaning away from you. “Wh-what are you doing?”

You raise your eyebrows. “Putting on your lipstick. What did you think I was doing?”

Rei’s mouth is slack with surprise, but you blink once and his signature knowing grin is back on his face. He gives you a wry look, and it’s like there was never anything different. “Ah, of course… How silly of me. Please forgive this old man~”

You crawl closer, waiting for his approval. When he nods, you move right on top of him and gently rest your fingers against his jaw. “Can you part your lips for me?”

“Hm?” He doesn’t appear to be listening–his gaze focused intently on your…lips?–and you repeat your question when his eyes flicker back up to meet yours. “Oh, pardon me…” He does as asked, and you take care to apply the lipstick. Gently outlining first his upper lip, then lower lip. You mime popping bubblegum, and Rei copies your actions as though transfixed.

You recap the lipstick, and sit back on your haunches. “All done~” Rei just blinks, before snapping out of whatever trance he’d fallen into. He purses his lips into a kissy face, which would look ridiculous on anyone else, yet just looks sexy as hell on him. Once again, you curse his damn vampire genes. “...Thank you, my dear~”

notes!

WC: 1.6k words

reze txt HI LEE !! god this is so fucking late like. u sent this req last year :( AND IM SORRY !! but i finally finished it and well. i hope u enjoyed it !! and that it fit what u had in mind ?? god this is so fucking long. ANYWAYS i had to do So Much research for this fic <- rarely uses makeup but i pray that it’s. accurate ?? also if u see me projecting in adonis’ part…No U Didn’t. kisses mwah <3

[insanitybl00m]

Heaven’s Not Close in a Place Like This

Chapter Two - Eggs and Secrets

Phil walked all the way down the hall to the only gender neutral bathroom on campus. He shut the door and locked it. Of course he was partnered with one of Bad’s new friends. He just needed to get through the stupid project.

Bad knew how to push his buttons and he had gotten himself much more involved than he intended to in this project. 

Phil eyed his reflection in the mirror and quickly pulled out eyeliner out of his pocket. He fixed the smudged wing before heading back to the classroom.

“Missa the egg doesn’t have to have hair.”

“But she looks adorable with it!” Phil sat back in his seat. 

Missa was cradling the one they had dubbed ‘Lullah’. He gave her black curls made out of pipecleaners and was in the process of trying to make a little flower. 

“She looks cute.”

“See!” Bad rolled his eyes and went back to working on what looked like… a top hat?

“I thought that since you liked sketching and since I like music that she’d be creative. She plays music and can draw cute things!”

“Cool.” Missa brushed his blue bangs out of his eyes. 

“For Chayanne I was thinking a chef, and maybe a little warrior because well…” he laughed and lowered his voice. “Anyone who fights Bad and only ends up with a black eye has got to be strong.”

Phil laughed. That black eye hurt like hell and he was grounded for weeks for getting into a fight.

“Sure.”

Missa wrote down the notes before trying to create the tiny flower for Lullah’s hair.

“Maybe she should have a purple hat.” Phil took some purple air dry clay and started to mold it into a small ball.

“Yes! And Chayanne can have um…” Missa  paused for a second. He pulled out his phone and started going through his camera roll. “Something like this!”

He showed Phil a picture of hand warmers with a pattern of little ducks in bright yellow. 

“Oh! That’s cool, I’ll finish making her hat then we can figure out how to incorporate that.”

The two worked in an almost comforting silence. Maybe working with Missa wouldn’t be terrible. Maybe he wouldn’t be like the rest of soulfire. He wasn’t like bad. 

“So how do you want to do Chayanne’s design?” Phil asked. 

“Well ducks have a beak we could do a thing where it’s almost like his beak is poking through the shell?” Missa suggested.

“Hmm, oh what about a little duck floatie. Like the ones kids wear to help them swim.”

“That’s better, this way he can have wings and a little tail!” 

Phil’s eyes shone slightly. “I’ll do the little head of the floatie if you want to do the actual ring.”

“Yeah that should work.” Phil grabbed the yellow air-dry clay and started working. Missa noticed how well his makeup was done. He couldn’t do elaborate eyeliner and he often just blended his messy mistakes into the final look.

With Phil on the other hand though it looked like any blended bits were intentional. Thick wings emphasized the almond shape of Phil’s eyes.

Missa’s mind was wandering but that was normal. He often had his music playing in the background to block out the random thoughts that filled his brain but it would be rude to start playing music while he was trying to be friendly with Phil.

“Does this look good?” Phil held up the little head of the duck.

“Great! Let me just add the tail and we can put it on him.”

Phil opened his notebook as Missa finished decorating the egg. “So you know the general concept of the project right?”

“Yeah, a partnership raising eggs.”

“We have to do tasks with them, three times a week.” 

“The assignment list is posted online.” Missa opened his phone but turned it off when Phil kept talking.

“We’re also meant to have a little journal of how we work together as partners,”

“Yeah, how do you want to do that?”

“I have a few extra notebooks in my locker. I can make it look good.”

Missa paused. “Ok so we need to do the tasks together.” He reviewed the assignment.

“Three days a week, yep. I have to work certain days but I can figure out how to get the schedule to work.”

“I’m free most of the week.”

“Cool, I’ll make sure to message you. Do you want to take care of the eggs until we meet up or should I do it?”

“Whatever works better for you!”

Phil paused. “I’ll take them, that way if I can’t meet up for a bit because of work you won’t have to be stuck with two eggs.”

“It’s really not an issue—“

The bell rang, cutting Missa off. “I’ve got it!” Phil said, placing the eggs in the small cushioned box they had gotten. “I’ll message you if I can meet up, we’ll make plans later.”

“Do you two know each other?” Bad glared at Missa. 

“No. He’s the leader of Bolas. That’s how I know him. He’s the leader of our enemies.”

“Bad do we really have to be rival groups? They seem nice.”

“They’re a bunch of backstabbers, don’t trust him Missa.”

“I kind of have to trust him for the project.”

“You know what I mean. Don’t spend any more time with him then you need to.”

“I get it.”

“No I don’t think you do, he’s the reason I’m at this school Missa.”

Missa paused to process what he just heard. 

Phil had gotten Bad expelled?

[chainoftalent]

1/2 I am the anon who wrote in the other day - thank you for responding so quickly! Would you be willing to do prompts from the NSFW Headcanon Game for both Yandere Kokichi and Yandere Shuichi if you feel comfortable with it and/or have the time? If so, could you do B, C, F, G, I, M, N, P, Q, R, S, T, U, W, X, and Y for both of them? I am sorry, I know that's a lot to ask for! I was tempted to ask for the entire prompt but I feel terrible because it's a lot for just one character, let alone two!

*spits out my drink* well, you certainly know what you want! Do I need to get you some water for that THIRST

NSFT Yandere Alphabet B, C, F, G, I, M, N, P, Q, R, S, T, U, W, X, and Y for Kokichi and Shuichi

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Kokichi really likes his hands, he likes how clever his hands are and how quick they are, especially on use to his partner. While Kokichi really likes his partner's legs. He is definitely a bit of a leg guy, he likes them lean and strong.

If Shuichi had to pick, then maybe his eyes? They look kinda nice with the eyeliner and all that? He's not very body positive towards himself. His favorite part of his partner is their figure, especially if they're more on the curvy or heavy side, he likes being able to hold you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Kokichi honestly finds all the fluids of sex kinda gross, ew, so if you swallow for him you'll make him quite happy.

Shuichi thinks yours tastes absolutely divine!

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Kokichi likes when you ride his thigh, getting to pleasure you and you being on his lap, AND it can be done on his throne? Yes please.

Shuichi likes a cowgirl, getting straddled and getting to look you in the eyes? Win!

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Kokichi is inherently impossible to stay serious for longer then a minute he's going to be like "hey babe let me take my scarf off" and then he takes it off for like five whole minutes because he tied a bunch of other scarves to it and they just keep being pulled out from under his clothing my dude my guy you are not getting laid at this rate-

Shuichi tries to take it seriously, but hes a nervous wreck and easy to fluster, no intimidation at all, so it becomes rather funny even if he whines if you laugh at him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Kokichi tries to keep it as light as possible, but if hes in a mood or doing aftercare, you'll find his touch...lingering, his holds more deep, some yearning to hold you so very close and keep you so very safe.

Shuichi wants to be so romantic but he's ~terrible at it~ he tries to be smooth and sweet but then you kiss his cheek and now he can't speak for another five minutes, you'll get their one day Shuichi.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Not much actually turns Kokichi on, but submission and giving his partner pleasure is definitely at least mild turn ons, he's just not very sex minded unless his partner is.

Meanwhile Shuichi is the guy who'll get stiff if he so much as has a breeze hit him while he's thinking about you. Very easy to rile up, it's funny.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Kokichi will never bottom, it's not even a control thing he just thinks that sounds Gross. All the fluids? The mess? Nooo thank you.

Shuichi hates painplay, he'll maybe give one or two spanks if you really want it but nothing more, he doesn't want to hurt anyone!!

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Kokichi goes at your pace, do you want fast? Do you want slow, you'll get it, he's not here for his own pleasure after all.

Shuichi tries to be gentle and slow and all that, but once he's riled up he'll pick up in intensity pretty fast unless you snap him back to slowing down.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Kokichi doesn't mind a quickie, he'll stick a toy in you and we'll get this done in five minutes! No problem!

Shuichi much prefers something much much longer, but if you really just want something quick, he'll oblige, though he might try and draw it out into something more proper if you let him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

As long as there's not too much mess Kokichi will try basically anything once on you if you want!

Shuichi likes to experiment but he also will be like "okay you can back out if you really want you dont have to do this for me-" the entire time and that can be a bit annoying.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Kokichi has little stamina, but he's more of a stone top so thats fine, he can keep you teased out without wearing himself out with chasing his own finish for hooours because he won't touch himself but if you like suck him off? It won't take long.

Shuichi actually has a decent amount of stamina! He can keep going for awhile and would love to push you to multiple orgasm, but if you get overwhelmed you can tap out pretty easily.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Since Kokichi doesn't really like to use himself, he owns so many toys that can do the job done on whoever needs it in DICE. True found family shares and helps out whenever help is needed after all, wink.

Shuichi starts out with a really basic collection, but the longer he knows you and is well, fucking you, he'll collect more if he sees anything he wants to see you with.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kokichi is such a tease if you tell him you want something slow, so much dirty talk, so much touching but not touching the Right places, he can go all day like this.

Shuichi doesn't like to tease for long, he might tease for a few minutes but then he can't help but escalate, he just wants you so so so badly!

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Kokichi likes human furniture while Shuichi has a thing for femdom.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Shuichi is on the average size for his height, uncut, while Kokichi is a bit big for his height but honestly he's a little smaller then Shuichi still because he is a small lad.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Kokichi actually has a rather low sex drive, he's the kind of guy who watches porn completely clothed with his hands on his lap as he just stares at it and makes bad jokes, he's really only all that interested in the control it gives him, he likes making people feel good.

Shuichi has a decent sex drive but he's a Gentleman and a Good Partner so he's going to try not to bring it up unless you seem interested, he can handle himself if you dont want it sweetie!

And if I missed any send less next time (teasing), but do resend any I missed

[authored-vanessa]

“Why do you have to be such a freak!” Mom screamed.

I felt my eyes burn with shame, guilt, and total rejection.

“Go take off the eyeliner and put on some real clothes, now!”

For a moment I couldn’t even move. Then, I bolted up the stairs, tears flooding my vision and ruining my haphazard attempt at makeup. I somehow managed not to slam my door in my rush. I ripped and tore at my clothes desperate to escape them. Escape all this shame and guilt. I grabbed an oversized hoodie and jeans, then just kind of stood there. I had always known I wouldn’t be accepted but, it’s one thing to think it, and another entirely to feel it, to hear it, to be confronted with the reality. My head was spinning. I collapsed on the ground, and slept.

It was dark out when I woke. The faint fuzz of what would, horrifyingly, someday become a mustache was starting to grow back yet again. My whole body ached with the need to cry more, but no more tears would come. I was dehydrated beyond that. I caught sight of my alarm clock, 8:42pm. I stilled and listened, straining my ears like a deer who just heard a twig snap. The house was quiet, maybe they were gone?

I carefully pried open the door and moved stair by stair, my heart pounding so loudly I was certain the neighbors could hear it. When I made it to the bathroom, I locked the door and proceeded to wipe off all the makeup on my face, now a ruined smudge of blush, eyeliner, and caked foundation. My face was red and raw 15 minutes later, but maybe I could blend in again, go back to afternoons spent locked in my room playing at being her. The girl I shouldn’t ever want to be. It’s disgusting and perverse, right? I’m just a teenage boy going through a weird hormone phase. My friends are just better at hiding it that’s a—

“David, we’re home!”

My mom’s voice sent me into overdrive, suddenly the air was thinner and my heart was right back to thundering away. When I tried to reply, nothing came out at first. I held my breath. One. Two. Three. My mind stilled, she wasn’t yelling angrily. Not this time. I took another breath and held it for another triplet and this time I replied in my most gruff voice I could manage “I’m upstairs!”

It came out hoarse and fatigued. I left the bathroom and marched downstairs. I would apologize for being such a freak, let her and my siblings know it was just a phase and that I was done with being such a freak, a creep, a disgraceful deviant. Mom was placing bags on the counter and without turning to look at me just said “Go help your siblings bring the food in.”

So, I did. My guilt forcing my head down and my mouth shut. After getting settled again, Mom went to the living room and turned on the TV, I opened my laptop and logged back in to messenger. The usual family routine back in place.

dmon4763: How’d it go, gurl! I’m dying for the deets?

jesst_k1dngg: not great, i dont wanna talk about it

dmon4763: That great huh? Do you need a place to crash or?

jesst_k1dngg: ...

What could I even say!? Oh my parents just think I’m a freak? I’m just going to keep living a lie? Call me David again? I glanced at Mom hoping somehow she didn’t have the ability to see whatever was going on from the other side of the computer screen, impossible as it might’ve been.

jesst_k1dngg: i dont wanna talk about it, talk tomorrow?

dmon4763: Okay... just promise me you’ll actually be there tomorrow?

I closed my laptop without responding, walked out the door without saying a word to anyone. The cool, night air of spring instantly helped center me. I knew things were bad but I also could just keep doing what had been working for the last 16 years and everything would be fine. Sure, I’d keep feeling worse and worse, logically I knew that. But like anything, you could get used to it right? I longingly watched the cars on the highway, knowing that their destinations were anywhere far from here, far from this highway pit stop of a town where no one wanted anything too queer.

———

I recently finished reading Some Girls Do by Jennifer Dugan and it unlocked some of my own spark. Instead of hiding it away in my obsidian or a notebook though, I figured I’d post it and see if people like it. It’s definitely part of a larger story that is burning a hole inside of me so follow along if you want more, and if not, well I’m sure you’ll find a way to let me know. じゃあ、また今度ね！Until next time!

Authored: Vanessa

[house-of-slayterr]

The littlest Firefly:

An: More backstory for our fave Blinky

Cw: use of the N word

@vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @myers-meadow-selfship @oceansrose2002

Blinky’s POV:

Six months. Half a year I’d been with the Firefly family. My family. It felt much more official now, something natural. Like I’d never known anything else. It’s was comforting. But being a Firefly wasn’t all roses and sunshine, far from it actually.

But did I even want that? A life like that no longer seem achievable, and hardly desirable. Who wants to be a pretty princess, cooped up in a stuffy tower, waiting on a prince to come save them. It was much better to play the prince. That’s what I decided on today. I fashioned myself a little crown out of the old newspaper Grandpa was done with. There was a little blood stain on one of the corners where he killed a mouse with it, but I didn’t mind.

I had my hair up in two big puffs, it was much too hot in the texas summer now for me to have my hair down. There was just so much of it. Baby had helped me with my hair, giving me little purple ribbons to tie it up with. I placed the crown on my head, pining it down with bobby pins. Such an odd name for a little trinket.

I had much more clothes now. Otis had stolen some from a young girl who was backpacking across texas. A strange choice for hiking, but who was I to judge. It wasn’t a hobby I knew much about. I preferred indoor hobbies, like origami that I used to make my new crown. I decided I would show it off with a pretty outfit. There was a small yellow dress at the back of my closet, a little shorter than I usually wear, but I didn’t mind.

I paired it with some striped black and white socks, and the new shoes Mama had gifted me. She said my old ones were hideous. And I guess she was right, there wasn’t much shoe left to them. These were much more hardy, they reminded me of Otis’s work boots and that’s why they were my favourite. I sometimes like to mimic his heavy walking and stomp around in my brown combat boots when nobody was home. He was always so angry, and he looked a little silly with his brows furrowed. It left a permeant wrinkle on his face.

I zipped up the boots and checked myself in the old cracked mirror in the corner, but something was missing. Tiny had picked me some flowers last week, little daisies he found on the side of the road. I plucked one from the vase and snapped the stem, shoving the now shorter flower into the side of my left poof. Perfect. I gave a little twirl, giggling to myself as the room got blurry. I flopped down on my bed to steady myself, a tiny point of my crown bending a little. But I didn’t mind, it added character.

I had to show Baby. I skipped down the hall, following the sound of rock music to her room. I knew she wouldn’t hear if I knocked, so I slowly peaked the door open to make sure she was decent. I didn’t want a repeat of last time I bathed into her room. I watched as Baby danced along to the music, she always made dancing seem so easy. She looked effervescent. She turned around, and stopped when she noticed me, smiley wildly.

“We’ll aren’t you adorable today.”

“I’m adorable everyday” I responded cheekily.

“You’re right, my mistake my lord.” She did a mocking literally curtesy.

“I’m a prince actually. They’re quite different.”

She chuckled.

“No makeup today? I suppose they don’t usually wear any do they?” She asked, turning down the music.

I was thankful she’d noticed I was getting mildly overstimulated. I never wanted to ask her to be quiet, it didn’t seem right. And it wasn’t fair to her, especially when she was having so much fun.

“We’ll maybe I’m not a normal prince, not if the princess wants to do my makeup.”

I held out my hand, asking for hers. She placed her hand in mine and I kissed the back of it. She was positively giddy.

“Hmm, let’s think. What if we put little stars on your cheek? And some yellow eyeliner to match that pretty dress if your Prince Blinky.”

“Stars?!”

She nodded her head.

“And does the Princess get stars too?”

“Of course!”

She still held my hand, leading me to sit on her bed.

“Let me go get your face paint box. You still got some left right?”

I nodded.

“Spaulding didn’t like the paint he got last time, said it made his skin itchy.”

She frowned.

“It doesn’t make your skin itchy right?”

“Nuh uh.”

I kicked my feet back and forth as I waited for her to come back. My smile returning as she entered the room. Baby’s personality was contagious.

“Alright what colours do you want today, you seem to be in a very colourful mood.”

I thought to a second.

“Just yellow and purple to match my ribbons please. Don’t want to over do it.”

“Oh yes, the only person allowed to be over done in this house is Mama. Did you see the new robe Spaulding gifted her?”

“The one that’s baby pink?”

“Mmm” she hummed.

“I think it makes her skin look pretty.”

“And did you tell Mama that?”

“Not yet, I got nervous.”

She chuckled lightly.

“Alright eyes closed, no peeking!”

“None?”

“Might have to claw your eyes out if you do.” She teased.

“But my eyes are my best feature?”

I looked up at her, my eyes shinning brightly for emphases. They were far more expressive then the rest of my face. Sure I smiled a lot now, but it was a learned behaviour. It felt so weird, and kinda hurt at first, my face muscles sore at the end of the day. But for the most part, I remained neutral, just smiling with my eyes most times.

“And don’t you forget it.” She booped my nose:

She was different than me than with the others. She was almost constantly getting in petty fights with Otis. But it seemed she liked having another “girl” around. I don’t know what I was, but girl never really felt right. But I liked pretty things, and girls had the prettiest things. And if being used as a living doll made Baby and Mama happy, I’d gladly do it.

“Now close your eyes Blinky.”

I obeyed easily. I was no longer nervous in her presence. Not like when I first got here. I let my mind wander as she painted my faces, speckling little stars on my cheeks. I kept thinking to the story of the prince I’d been reading. He was strong, fierce, but shorter than his brothers, younger too. The last in line for the throne. No one thought he’d amount to much until he rescued the rival kingdoms Princess from the evil dragon. Sure, the way I described it sounded like a children’s story. But it was quite gruesome, many before him has died horrible deaths, being torn apart, burned or eaten but the fearsome dragon.

I believe the book was marketed toward young adults. They’re were many encounters of sex with the other brothers, but I didn’t much care for that part of the story. And when the little prince rescued the princess, they were betrothed to be married to save their two kingdoms. A wedding to bring enemies together. A wedding which ended in the beheading of the cruel king, the one who’d ignored his son, and by the hands of his daughter in law none the less. An act of love and devotion to her new husband who has suffered at the cruel hands of a king who was unfit to rule a kingdom. As she held up the head of the once feared king, the kingdom cheered for their new leader.

“Long live the King!” They all chanted.

And that was where the book had ended. And ending which I’m not quite sure I would describe as happy. It was good, satisfying even, but there was something about it that seemed so strange. I wondered what would become of the little prince and his new queen. Do they live happily ever after, or was he doomed to ruin her, and befall the same fate as his father. Could people be different, change? Would he ever unlearn the behaviours and habits forced onto them by family?

“Blinky, you’re scrunching.” Baby said, slightly annoyed.

“Oh.” Was all I said, trying my best to relax my facial muscles.

“What ya thinking about in that smart Brain of yours huh?”

I fidgeted with my hands.

“Do you think people can change Baby?” I asked.

I didn’t dare open my eyes, but I did lean forward slightly when I didn’t feel her hands or the cool brush on my face.

“Course they can. People change all the time, you have.”

“I have?” I asked.

Maybe it had gone unnoticed, a subtle change over time. But my memory wasn’t too good, I always forgot certain things. Like what I looked like when I first got here. But I remembered stupid things, useless things. Like the first book Otis had ever gifted me. Or Tiny’s favourite food. Or Mama’s favourite perfume. I knew a lot about them now, but I didn’t really know a lot about me. I didn’t like to think about me much. Every-time I did I’d only get sad again.

“Mmhmm.”

“Could you tell me how?” I asked.

“Well, I guess you’re less shy. You don’t hide as much anymore. And your style, that changes every week. You’re less squeamish too, don’t mind the blood and the mess so much no more.”

“Hmm” I hummed.

Maybe I could change. Maybe the Prince could. But was it a good change? That was an entirely different question.

“And done!” She proclaimed proudly.

“Can I see?”

“Yes Blink, you can open your eyes now.” She sassed.

She held up a tiny little pocket mirror. My eyes looked a little bigger, the yellow complimenting the dark drown. Well I’m wasn’t sure if that was the right word for it, they were almost black, unless under harsh lighting. And the undertones were more red. But whatever they were, the yellow was nice, like the centre of the daisy in my hair. And the little stars complimented everything perfectly. I felt like the cutest prince in the whole world.

“I love it!” I exclaimed happily.

“Of course you do!”

Baby was confident, in everything she did. Some people may think it comes off as arrogant, but I thought it was endearing. She was a princess who didn’t need saving, like the one who changed at the end of my story. No longer being docile and quiet, and choosing instead to cause a ruckus and stake her claim on life.

“Now, help me pick my outfit for the day.”

“Ok.”

Baby was more of a blue jeans, tiny shirt kinda of gal. But she did own a few dresses. I spotted a purple dress in her closet and instantly pulled out out.

“We could match.” I offered a small smile.

“I knew there was a reason we kept you around Blink.” She smirked.

She turned around to and started to strip and I blushed, throwing myself into the pillow to avert my eyes. Baby was comfortable with a herself, which I was glad for, but I swear sometimes she did this stuff on purpose. She shimmied into the dress and when I thought enough time had passed I looked up again. She was sitting at her vanity, tying her hair into little pigtails to match my puffs.

“Wanna return the favour?” She asked, holding out a makeup brush.

I nodded and quickly made my way over, kneeling by the chair so I would get to her face. Her makeup didn’t take nearly as long as mine. I kept it simply with a light purple eyeshadow and a dark purple cat eye wing. Baby never wore lipstick much so we just put on a light gloss. I stuck my tongue out in concentration as I evened out the wings.

“There, done.”

“Wanna go show off to the family?” She asked.

I nodded, grabbing her hand as we made our way to the kitchen. It was a little loud with Spaulding crinkling his paper, Mama watching a Tele Novela over his shoulder on the tv, an Otis cooking up breakfast. I wasn’t sure where Grandpa and Tiny were at the moment.

“We’ll don’t you two look perty.” Mama complimented.

“Thanks Mama” Baby did a little twirl to show off her dress.

“You look like a god Damn Girl Scout.” Spaulding said to Baby.

It was his way of attempting a compliment. He wasn’t very good at them. Worse than Otis actually.

“And what are you supposed to be?” He asked me.

“I’m the Prince of the purple kingdom!” I declared.

He let out a half huff, half laugh.

“Since when do prince’s wear dresses?” He asked.

I just shrugged, sitting down in my spot for breakfast.

“Your clothes seem to be fitting a little better sweetheart.” Mama commented.

“I blame Otis’s cooking.” I laughed.

It was strange always having so much food in the house. I’d grown so used to one meal a day, since forever. Otis made it clear I was free to eat anything in the house, and make requests on grocery day. Otis sent me a crooked grin over his shoulder.

“We’ll somebodies gotta cook around ‘ere” he teased.

Most of breakfast was in a comfortable silence as we all enjoyed the french toast and berries. Otis made eggs for everyone else, but I couldn’t stand them. He was offended the first time I turned him down, and I didn’t mean to make him feel insulated. I just couldn’t stomach eggs, they made me sick. I thought back to the first two months I was here, when I’d get sick so often after eating. My body wasn’t used to being so well fed. I think a gained about five pounds since I’ve been here.

“You’re with me today kid.” Spaulding announced as he got up to put his plate and coffee in the sink.

“Oh, ok.” I said.

I didn’t mind working down at the store, there was always something to keep busy. Rearranging things, cleaning the counters. It kept me busy, which made me feel helpful.

“Is Otis not working the gas station today?”

“Naw, I’ve gotta head into town to get some stuff to fix the damn shower. God Damn thing won’t stop leaking and it’s wasting water and money.”

I hummed, downing the last sip of my tea. I followed quickly after Spaulding so I wouldn’t be scolded for not keeping up. He gave instructions as we walked.

“You man the front, I gotta deal with this fucking delivery that’s a damn week late. I swear nobody gets shit right in this town.”

I chuckled slightly. He was always grumbling about something. It could be a perfectly fine day and he’d still find something to complain about.

“You got it boss man.” I said.

He stopped waking and rolled his eyes at me. I just shrugged and we made our way into the little corner store. The day would go by slow, as usual not many people came in. But as luck would have it, the little bell at the front door chimed. I looked up to see a girl who looked scarily like Darla. It almost made my heart stop, but I pushed it down. She was with a man, a little taller than her, jock type from the look of letterman jacket.

He looked around the store, pretending to be interested in random things.

“Can I help you sir?” I asked.

He finally looked my way, and I saw his body stiffen slightly and his nose scrunch up.

“What, is the pretty princess convention coming through town?” He jeered.

I frowned.

“Is there anything I can help you with.” I pushed forward, ignoring his Inappropriate little side comment.

“Yeah, this shithole got a manager?” He asked.

His accent was thick, possibly Georgian. Spaulding would be interested to hear this, people from out of town were easier as Otis explain to me. Less people to notice them missing.

“Sure, I’ll go get him.”

I hopped off my stool and ran off to the back of the store, finding Spaulding unpacking pallets of soda.

“Hey Cap?” I asked.

It was a nickname I’d taken to calling him, he didn’t seem to mind it.

“What the fuck do you want kid?”

It wasn’t hostile in tone, he just slipped swearwords into almost any sentence he could.

“Customer wants to talk.” I explained. “He and his girl are from out of town.”

“Are they now?” He said.

He placed the heavy tray of soda back down on the stack. He made a lead the way motion with his hand and I followed him to the front again. I lingered behind, leaning against the wall as I watched.

“What can I do ya for?”

“Wondering if there’s anywhere to get a car fixed around here. Damn thing broke down.”

“There’s a mechanic just up the road, but I could look at it.”

The man scoffed.

“Yeah, no thanks. I don’t want you anywhere near my truck.” He commented.

“That wasn’t very nice.” It slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

“The fuck do you know kid?” He turned back to Spaulding, “ain’t child labour illegal?” He asked.

I crossed my arms over his chest.

“Darren, be nice, these kind folks are trying to help us.” The girl spoke up.

“Did I ask for your opinion?” He snapped at her.

Definitely not very nice. I kinda felt bad for the girl, like I had when watching my brother and Darla. Why did pretty, smart girls fall for jerks like this? I could never understand. I wish I could create a diversion, help her escape. But I knew the drill, they were a package deal, and they’d already seen both of our faces.

“Which way to the mechanic old man?” He asked.

Spaulding just pointed, but not towards the mechanic, no, toward the house. We’re Mama and Baby we’re back home waiting. I wondered if Otis had even gotten back from the city yet. I watched as he shoved passed the girl and out the door, letting it slam behind him.

“Thanks for the help.” The girl offered.

I gave her a tight lipped smile. About half an hour had passed and I went to take a break outside for some fresh air. I leaned against the wall near the dumpster and just kinda stared down at my feet. Clicking then together to get my stims out before going back to work. I heard foot steps approaching and they seemed heavy. I thought for a moment maybe Spaulding came to ask for help with something, but I noticed the boy from earlier.

“Hey you, kid!” He started.

He seemed angry.

“I’m almost 18 I mumbled” annoyed then he called me that.

It was different when it was my family, but I didn’t like strangers treating me like a child. I could hold my own. I wasn’t helpless.

“What sort of games are you and baldy playing Hmm?” He asked as he got closer.

“Don’t call him that.” I said.

“Or what? Is it gonna hurt your feeling sweetheart? Maybe someone should teach you a lesson, wearing a short little skirt like that and flaunting yourself around while your old man fucks people over.”

I finally looked up at him, rage burning in my eyes.

“What did you just say?”

“Called you a slut, cause that’s what you are.”

He grabbed my arm harshly.

“Where the fuck is the damn mechanic?” He asked.

I shrugged, apparently that was the wrong move, cause he squeezed tighter on my arm. I glared up at him. He went to put his hand in my face, and without thinking I viciously bit into his hand. I heard him let out a yelp as I bit hard enough to draw blood. He yanked his arm away, dropping his other one too.

“Stupid nigger bitch, you bit me!” He exclaimed.

Before I could do anything, his fist connected hard right at the front of my face. I heard a crack and almost instantly felt warm blood trickle down my face. I think he broke my nose. I stumbled back a little, catching myself on the wall. As I went to lick my lips, I could taste the blood, and something fell onto my tongue, I spit it on the floor to see it was one of my teeth. I starred at it for a second in shock. He certainly knew how to throw a punch, probably got into a lot of fight in high school.

“Hey, bitch im talking to you!” He said, wrapping his hand around my throat.

I guess the ruckus must have gained Spaulding’s attention, cause I grinned up at the boy as he squeezed my throat.

“The fuck you smiling about?”

Before he could get out another word, Spaulding reached around and slit his throat. I felt warm blood spray on my face and closed my eyes and mouth, making sure I didn’t get any of it where it shouldn’t be. I didn’t need a nasty infection from this impish oaf.

“What the fuck were you thinking kid?” Spaulding yelled.

I flinched slightly.

“Please don’t yell at me.” I muttered.

He sighed exasperated.

“He could have killed you.”

“But he didn’t.” I reminded him.

“Shit, look at your face, Otis is gonna be pissed.”

I adjusted my now crooked crown back on my head, and spit out a mother glob of blood.

“I’m fine Spaulding, thank you for saving me.” I said.

“Don’t ever make me do that shit again ya hear?” He said

“Yes sir, won’t happen again.”

That I was sure of, I wouldn’t make the same mistake next time. Being on my own here could have ruined me, if Spaulding hadn’t been nearby.

“Fuck!” He groaned. “Blinky help me get him into the dumpster.” He said.

I nodded, quickly moving to throw open the top of it. I wasn’t sure how much help I would be, that man was nearly twice my size. But almost everybody was bigger than me. I grabbed his legs and helped Spaulding throw him over the top, then slammed the lid back down. By the time the trash people came, in this hot, moist environment, he’d be well on his way to decomposing.

“Inside, now.” Spaulding said shortly.

He was mad, that much was obvious. I didn’t hesitate, quickly doing inside and slipping into the back office where we had all the paperwork. We kept the first aid kit back here. I sat on top of the desk. Spaulding came stomping in a few minuets later.

“Called Mama, told her in sending you home early for the night.” He explained.

I nodded. He bent down to pick up the first aid kit, before quickly throwing me a cold water he’d taken from the front. I took a sip, swishing it around in my mouth, then spit it into the plant pot in the corner. Before taking another and letting it slip down my throat. It was refreshing, I hadn’t even realised I was getting dehydrated. I sat back atop the desk.

“Let me see.” He said.

I opened my mouth, and he moved my face side to side with his hand on my chin.

“Shit Blinky, he got you good.” He said.

“Yeah, don’t think I enjoyed that very much” I chuckled.

“Nothing we can do about the tooth, and your busted lip with heal. But I’m gonna have to set your nose.” He said.

I nodded.

“It’s gonna hurt like a bitch.”

“Ok.”

I closed my eyes as I felt him touch the bridge of my nose. I winced a little. He didn’t even give me a warning before I heard it click.

“There, good as new. Now go head to the house and shower before Otis gets home, I don’t need that bastard on my ass about this. I’ll clean up the mess outside.”

“You sure you don’t need help.”

“Just get to the Damn house Kid.”

I nodded, running off toward the house. I was able to make it to the master bathroom before anyone saw me, I quickly stripped out of my clothes, knowing I’d have to burn them later. It was a shame, I liked this outfit. But they was no getting blood out of yellow, bleach or peroxide would just steal the dye. I turned on the water, waiting for it to heat up. Otis had yelled at me for this once, but what kind of psycho turns on the shower when they’re standing in it, the water that comes out first is always freezing.

I scrubbed away the blood, watching it go down the drain. I groaned as the adrenaline wore off. There was a small bruise forming from where his hand was, and the hot water stung a little when it hit my broken nose. I threw on a towel as I got out and looked in the mirror. The tooth to the left of my canine was missing. I suppose it added character. And if I ever made a friend I’d have a cool story to tell. I’d finally get to use the line “you should see the other guy.”

I opened the door and walked down the hall to my room. I slipped into one of Otis’s oversized band T-shirts and some old shirts Baby got me. I fixed up my hair, tossing it into one giant bun. Seems I made it just in time for dinner, cause I could smell the food from here. Otis turned around when he heard me say “what’s for dinner”

“I’m making spaget- Blink what the fuck happened to your face?” He asked.

He seemed shocked, but the shock quickly turned to anger.

“Tripped.” I shrugged.

I don’t know why I lied to him, I didn’t feel good about it. But I already got scolded by Spaulding and I didn’t really want to hear it again.

“Shit, Blinky how many times have I told you not to skip around everywhere. This is what you get.” He grumbled. “It hurt?”

“Not much.”

He paused and took a few step forward, grabbing my chin in his hand, and using the other one to open my mouth.

“Fuck, you’re missing a tooth.”

“It’s ok.” I said.

“How hard did you hit the ground you dumbass?”

It was supposed to come off as mean, but I knew him better now. He swore more when he was deflecting, trying to make it seem like he didn’t care.

“Think I might have cracked the pavement.” I joked.

“I’m gonna have to put you in a damn bubble I swear. Nothing we can do about that tooth.” He commented.

It was odd how he was just like Spaulding in that way. Two sides of the same coin with those two.

“Just set the table” he sighed.

“Ok.”

I would have to talk to Spaulding after dinner, make sure he kept our little secret. I didn’t want Otis finding out what happened today. He’d flip, and majorly so. If baby ever found out what that man called me, she’s also lose her mind. They were very overprotective in that way. Baby like a sweet, but scary aunt, and Otis the dad with a shotgun in hand at all times.

Baby greeted me by picking me up and spinning me around. I giggled, pleading with her to put me down.

“Shit, the fuck happened to you?”

“Tripped.” I lied again, it was easier this time.

She laughed loudly, and gave me a big grin.

“Didn’t think you could get any cuter kiddo, now look at that smile.” She said.

She always knew just what to say to cheer me up. Things were getting better around here and I hoped they continued like this. Yes, being a Firefly wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, but it was home. It was safe. And I was never gonna let anyone take this from me. I wouldn’t be without a family ever again if I had to kill every last person to keep it that way.

An: Despite being black, I didn’t use that word much. But house of 1000 corpses is a bit darker subject material so it felt appropriate to use here.

[she-karev]

The Mixer (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister)

Age Rating: 12+

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Canon Episode: Season 14 Episode 6

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

AN: Sorry for taking so long guys I’ve been busy but I hope you enjoy this chapter and reviews are welcome. The GIF above is the outfit Amber is wearing to the mixer. This chapter shifts from first person POV to third.

Summary: Amber and Andrew reunite at the mixer where past information is revealed.

Words: 3486

The mirror in front of me doesn’t give me a clear view of the dress I choose for the night but that’s what I get for not finding an apartment in time for my new job. A month after my interview I opened an envelope informing me I was accepted into the surgical residency program at Grey Sloan. I was so excited that after Match Day I went straight to my room and danced to Little Mix’s Power while drinking a bottle of wine.

Now I’m in a three-star motel getting ready for a mixer the night before I officially start my surgical career. Grey Sloan has this party to officially welcome the interns and introduce them to their new colleagues and bosses, it’s an open bar so that’s a plus. Despite my excitement there’s something that’s still bothering me or should I say someone.

I was very surprised that I got accepted into Grey Sloan not because I was worried, I didn’t have the grades but because I was worried Alex would interfere. I feared that Alex would pull an evil stunt and get the chief to throw out my application just so he wouldn’t see me again. But I guess either the chief refused to do his bidding or he stayed out of it completely. The brother I had growing up wouldn’t do something so terrible to me but it’s been 13 years since I’ve had that brother and I’m not interested in finding out how much he’s changed since then.

However, there is someone who’s making me excited about working at Grey Sloan, Andrew DeLuca. It’s been two months since that glorious and amusing night we had and I still can’t get him off my mind. It took everything in me not to Instagram stalk him so I don’t turn into those anti-feminist stalkers I see on the lifetime channel. I don’t know why I had to stop myself from doing that, I’m not normally this gaga over someone I slept with once.

I guess it’s because he actually engaged in conversation with me before taking me to his house…where his roommate was about to sleep with his sister causing a hilarious scene that makes me chuckle when I think about it. I would’ve backed out from there but hearing him speak Italian turned me on again and I decided to go for it. I wanted to give him my number the morning after but I decided to wait and see if I get the job then maybe I can give us a real chance. I’m hoping I run into him at this mixer and we can save the whole introduction and head straight to dinner like we said.

I put the black belt around my blue bustier dress and opt for just a gold bracelet to accessorize. My makeup is done especially pretty for tonight with my lips bright red, my eyeliner is made to make my eyes stand out and my hair falls in loose waves over my shoulders. I decide to use my best heels for business and comfort purposes. I grab my keys and head out for the intern mixer.

Later

The mixer was in the cafeteria, and it was filled with other interns I was gonna work with. The only attending was this trauma surgeon April Kepner so that was disappointing. I was hoping to meet Meredith Grey ever since I was in med school, she’s been my inspiration. She’s been my idol ever since she was able to 3d print models of organs in her second attending year. There are other’s at this hospital I want to meet but Grey is at the top of my list.

I stand by the bar observing the area and my future coworkers drinking my second glass of wine when I see a guy approaching me drinking a beer and giving me a smug grin as he looked at me up and down.

“Hey I’m Vik, Yale.” He holds his hand out to me which I take despite my disgust. Vik is attractive but he has a douchey vibe I’m all too familiar with.

“Amber, NYU.”

“So, uh are you enjoying the party?”

“Yeah, it’s great. Although I think they’re just placating us before the torture begins.” Vik chuckles, “Are you gonna be an intern?”

“Yeah surgery, what about you?”

“Same.” I sip my wine when Vik snorts amused, “What?”

“I mean I would’ve pegged you in OB or derma, no offense but you don’t look like the kind of girl who can handle cutting into people.”

I frown at his comment, “And what do you think I can handle based on your myopic point of view, do you even know what myopic means?” Vik looks offended at my comment when the guy I met the day of my interview Levi Schmitt approaches me with a grin.

“Hey, I don’t know if you remember me my name is Levi, we met our first day here.” I ignore his greeting as I am busy trying to one up this ass.

“Look I said I didn’t mean any offense by it.” He tries but fails to ameliorate.

“Oh well I am sorry I shouldn’t have taken your misogynistic comment personally.” I say sarcastically, “Oh I’m sorry again I should’ve known misogynistic isn’t in your vocab as well, do you need a dictionary?”

Levi looks at us confused, “Did I miss something?”

I turn to him, “Maybe you can answer this would you immediately assume I’m not cut out to be a surgeon like this jackhole?”

Vik raises an eyebrow, “Jackhole?”

Levi looks confused but complies, “Um I don’t know I would ask and just accept the answer.”

I smile at his answer, “Thank you, that’s a nice human being right there, you can take example. If you don’t think I can be a surgeon that’s your problem to mansplain but it’s the 21st century and girls like me can be surgeons”

Vik shrugs, “Surgery is hardcore.”

“I am hardcore.” I say with confidence.

Levi looks less confident but joins in, “Um s-so am I.”

“You two won’t last the first year.” Vik says smugly before walking away from us.

I sneer at his back before downing my glass entirely. I’ve handled guys like Vik my whole life even in med school, they all see me and think I’ll get my way through my looks. I’ve gotten straight A’s, volunteered at the clinic and graduated at the top of class but I guess even when I actually become a doctor I still have to deal with assholes like Vik. I go to the food table to get some dessert with Levi following me, he reminds me of a puppy that attaches to the first person who shows him one act of kindness.

I shove a petit four in my mouth and turn to Levi, “What are you doing here? I thought your rotation was over?”

“It was and after that I applied for an internship here and I got in.”

I snort in disbelief, “Seriously? How did you get in after your disastrous meet and greet? You know the one where you-”

“I know which one.” Levi frowns at the mention of him dropping his glasses in an open body cavity during the surgery we observed. I still chuckle when I replay that horrifically iconic moment, he continues, “But I rectified that problem so they wont have to worry about another incident like that.”

I eat another dessert, “Lasiks or contacts?” I ask with my mouth full.

“Neither.” He turns around pointing to the back of his head where a red rubber back is attached to his glasses to prevent from falling out, “Sports band.”

I look at his remedy peculiarly which he notices when he turns around, “And contacts are a lesser choice because…”

“I tried those but it required me to touch my eyeballs so that was a dealbreaker.”

I nod and turn around walking away from him to mingle with hopefully more normal people. As far as I could see Alex and Andrew aren’t here both to my relief and disappointment. I pass the time talking to the other interns and attendings that are here until Dr. Webber calls our attention.

“Welcome to Grey Welcome to Grey Sloan Memorial, where your education is our top priority.”

He’s interrupted by the double doors bursting open by three guys who are stared at by me and the others. I’ll give them this they make a hell of an entrance, despite this Webber continues his speech.

“Um, you were chosen for your potential. We are one of the top-rated teaching hospitals in the nation.” I see Alex entering the room causing my breath to hitch. I avoid looking at him as much as I can instead focusing on Webber, “And with your bright futures, we are certain that that tradition will continue, but it’s up to you to put in the hard work and it is hard work. So, enjoy the evening, ask question, talk to your colleagues because tomorrow you are surgeons.” I clap with the others and opt to exit the party early so I can avoid-

“Hey.” I freeze at the familiar voice behind me and I reluctantly turn around and see Alex standing there, “I didn’t know if you were coming or not.”

“Yeah well this is an intern mixer and as much as it disdains you I am an intern.” I look at him with a blank expression to hide my dislike towards him.

“It doesn’t disdain me; it shocks me but it doesn’t bother me that you’re here.”

I nod, “Good then we have an understanding, I’m going home now.” I turn and take a few steps until Alex speaks again.

“Why did you apply here?” I turn around and give him a little of my true face causing him to explain, “I’m not asking for my sake I’m asking because you made it more than clear that you would rather beat me than work with me so why did you apply to the hospital I work at?”

I exhale in anger and look around the people that could notice so I grab his arm pulling him to outside the door. I don’t want to get into it in the middle of a party with people I’m gonna work with tomorrow, that just spells questions I don’t want to answer. I stop us a few feet away from the cafeteria and face him.

“I am not here to get back at you. I didn’t make this decision lightly and I certainly didn’t make it because of you.”

“I didn’t think you were I just-”

I interrupt him, “Thought that I could find somewhere else to work where I didn’t have to see you? Yeah believe me I wanted to but…I want to be the best surgeon I can be Alex. I don’t just want to treat patients I want to advance medicine and make something of myself. Grey Sloan is the place to do that, so I decided to apply here in spite of the fact that you’re here. If you think I would be here for some lengthy revenge plot then you must think I’m as crazy as mom and Aaron.”

“I never said that I just…I want to know if we’re gonna be able to work together. I need to know if there’s gonna be problems between us because we have patients and they don’t need to see-

“I can work with you Alex.” I say it with a cold tone, “It’s like I told you months ago, I did not come here so I could play family with my big brother who left me as fast as he possibly could, I came here for me.” Alex looks at me hurt and looks away, “I knew that you worked here but I also know that Grey Sloan has one of the best residency programs and I want to be the best surgeon that I can be. I’m a mature adult and if the time comes when I will be assigned to your service I will act like any other intern. Just because I disdain you personally doesn’t mean I’m gonna let it affect my work. I’ve worked too hard to get here all on my own no thanks to you and I’m not gonna screw it up. May I please be excused Dr. Karev?”

Alex sighs, “Yes.” My use of his title and last name made my feelings toward him clear. I finally turn around and walk away from him relieved to end this conversation.

Later

Andrew walks down the hall carrying his backpack heading to the mixer. He really needed a drink after catching his sister making out with Owen Hunt in a supply closet. He should be used to catching his sister with his friends but sadly it’s something he can never get used to. After Arizona left to go home he decided to drink for one instead. He turns left when he bumps into Amber causing him to drop his backpack and her purse.

“Oh god sorry.” Amber says not even noticing him as she kneels down along with him to pick up her stuff. She looks up and smiles as she recognizes him and he does the same, “Andrew.”

Andrew smiles at the sight of her, “Amber, hey I didn’t think you’d be here.” They both stand up, “I’m guessing that based on your dress and Grey Sloan badge that you got the job?”

“Yeah, I did, I start tomorrow.” Amber picks her purse up, “Are you heading out?”

“No, I’m headed to the mixer, aren’t you supposed to be there?”

Amber walks down the hall with Andrew, “I went for a bit but I decided to bail early.”

“How come?” Andrew asks.

“Well-” Amber was about to explain when Jo Wilson approaches her with a smile.

“Hi, you must be Amber, I’m Jo I’m gonna be your chief resident.” Jo holds out her hand which Amber shakes.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, I was just gonna leave so…”

“Oh, that’s fine I just wanted to come by and introduce myself to the interns before tomorrow. I especially wanted to meet you and make sure that there isn’t any awkwardness between us in the future.” Amber and Andrew look at her confused.

“Why would things be awkward between us?” Amber asks Jo.

Jo answers with nervous chuckle, “Well um…Alex and I are dating and living together.”

Amber inhales and replies flatly, “Oh.”

Andrew furrows his eyebrows confused, “Why is that a problem? Do you know Karev?”

“Yeah, he’s my brother.” Amber replies nonchalantly causing Andrew’s eyes to widen and look at her in shock as she continues talking to Jo oblivious of his reaction, “Look what happens with you and Alex is your business and I would appreciate it if you and him don’t try to make it my own.”

“I wasn’t trying to; I know that your relationship with your brother is…complicated.” Amber snorts as Andrew rubs his jaw trying to process this new information, “I just wanted to let you know that I’m here to help you with whatever you need while you start your internship. I already did this with the other interns so you don’t have to worry about special treatment.”

Andrew finally snaps out of his frozen state and speaks, “I’m sorry your brother, Alex, is Alex Karev? The one who works here? Your Karev’s sister?”

Amber frowns at his weird reaction, “Yeah, do you know him?” Andrew stares at her with wide eyes and disbelief all over his face, “Andrew?”

Jo looks at both of them, “Do you two know each other?”

Andrew blinks and gets out of his shocked state with only mild surprise left on his face. Amber raises an eyebrow at his reaction and wants to ask him again how he knows Alex when Arizona approaches them.

“Hey, I left my keys at home can I borrow yours if your going to the mixer?” Arizona recognizes Amber and greets her, “Hey! I haven’t seen you since-”

Andrew panics and interrupts her before she can reveal information to Jo, “Have you met Karev’s sister, the new intern?”

Arizona stops and looks at him confused, “Karev’s sister?”

Jo pitches in confused by this scene, “Yeah her.” She points at Amber who just stands there with a questioning face at all of them.

Amber waves at Arizona, “Me and what’s your name? I didn’t catch it the other night when Andrew brought me to your house.” Jo’s eyes widen at Amber’s comment who doesn’t notice instead focused on Arizona who purses her lips at this awkward reunion. Andrew quietly sighs at his misfortune getting worse.

“Y-Yeah we didn’t really do an introduction that night.”

Amber chuckles, “Well we were both busy trying to score when he and sister got into a spat so I don’t really think that qualifies for a meet and greet party.” Andrew closes his eyes as Jo puts two and two together slightly grinning at what she walked into and how Amber is oblivious to Andrew’s suffering.

Arizona chuckles lightly trying to keep a straight face, “Yes that is very, very true um Arizona Robbins head of fetal surgery. I also taught your brother back when I was head of peds.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, well Bailey was his chief resident when he started and Webber was the chief back then as well but I was the one who showed him the ropes of peds when he showed interest.”

Amber nods at the tidbit, “That’s quite a lot of connections he has, I suppose there’s not gonna be one person I meet at this hospital who is somehow not tied to my estranged brother?”

Andrew pinches the bridge of his nose over the cruel irony of her question while Jo presses her lips together both amused and horrified. Arizona chuckles nervously as Amber furrows her eyebrows at her.

Amber turns to Andrew who tries to look normal, “Okay well uh I should get going its first day tomorrow and I need the rest but uh maybe we can meet up after and catch up like we said?”

Andrew clears his throat, “Um yeah maybe.” He doesn’t give a clear answer as this whole situation shocks him so much he can barely process it.

Amber grins, “Great see you tomorrow.” She addresses Jo and Arizona, “It was lovely to meet you both, good night.” Jo and Arizona say good night back as she leaves all three of them.

When Amber is out of earshot Jo turns to Andrew with a grin on her face while Arizona quietly snickers, “You…”

“It was not what it sounded like.” Andrew tries explaining to Jo who doesn’t buy it.

“Didn’t.” Jo finishes with a smile.

Andrew exhales in defeat and breaks down, “I did like twice I think.” Jo laughs along with Arizona while Andrew continues panicking, “Oh my god what did I do?”

Arizona chips in, “I think it’s pretty clear what you did although I don’t know the specifics.”

Andrew turns to Arizona with disbelief over her humor, “This is not funny this is far from funny this is my death sentence.”

“Why?” Jo asks.

Andrew looks at her incredulous, “Maybe because her brother beat me to a bloody pulp over something he thought I did to you and now he’s gonna kill me for something I definitely did to his little sister.”

Arizona rolls her eyes, “Oh come on you and Amber were two consenting adults that night and from what I saw of her in that short time she came of her own free will. Also I think Alex has learned his lesson from what happened and isn’t stupid enough to do that again.”

“And besides Alex is estranged from Amber and I don’t think beating up a guy she slept with once is gonna make it any better.” Jo explains.

Andrew looks at her confused, “They’re estranged?” Jo nods, “Why?”

Jo knows the story between Amber and Alex but doesn’t want to give anything away for fear of Amber being ridiculed over what happened to her so she decides to be vague, “It’s a long story and one I feel she should tell you about. I have to go have a goodnight.”

“Wait um can you maybe not um tell Alex about…this?” Andrew asks with pleading eyes.

“Don’t worry I won’t tell him that you unknowingly had a one night stand with his baby sister.” Jo chuckles again as she leaves. Andrew and Arizona are left in the hall with Andrew left numb from the recent event that happened which Arizona notices.

“Do you want to take advantage of the open bar?” Arizona asks to cheer him up.

“Yes please.” Andrew says and they both walk back to the mixer to drink their problems away.

[tamyrawilliams]

Tomas and Tamyra get called over to the fisher’s hut by Gedeon that doesn’t quite go as Gedeon hopes it would. ft. @sagetomashardy

"Gedeon just seemed so insistant that I should get you too, that you need to see it too, but he just came and told me and then insisted I got you and rushed off to the hut," Tamyra explained as her and Tomas were making their way towards the fisher's hut. "I think we should be good with the path, too, unless whatever this is takes hours. I don't mind a swim, but I am assuming you would rather not do that.

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"I'm a strong swimmer," Tomas said, but it was mostly just to say it because he immediately scrunched his face in distaste and continued, "...better to have the path to use, though. I'm starting to think we should just demolish the damn thing." He stared out at the structure with distaste, its corrugated aluminum walls creaking in the distance. Tomas had good control over his air-attuned hearing by this point but some noises got through, and that galvanized creak was one of them. "What good is it? Nobody goes there to fish."

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"Honestly, I wouldn't mind it. That map inside creeps me out, so I'd be happy without it existing and in general, this place is good for nothing more than punishing people or giving them the creeps." Maybe Tamyra was still annoyed over Esther being banished here for no actual good reason, too, that was part of it was well. "Though if that map is real and is some island magic, I doubt the island would let us actually destroy it."

They were getting close tovthr hut now, though, and finally Gedeob appeared, waving them to hurry. "Come, come, I've got to show this to you guys. I was playing with the water and found these scribbles on the stands of the hut and then what seems like drawings of events that happened on this island, it's craaaazy!"

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

"I don't even know why it's used to punish people. We shouldn't be doing that. We don't need an island jail." Tomas was grumbling to the choir, but sometimes it was nice to have a good grumble session, and the two of them were on the same page -- about Esther, at least. Opinions could vary on Emre's tenure in the Hut.

Gedeon popped up, as frenetic as he always seemed to be, and Tomas deliberately slowed his steps a fraction when urged to hurry. "Hold your horses," he grunted, eventually reaching where Gedeon was standing. The water was in its slow rise, hitting just above the ankle, which made Tomas frown as he looked up at the stilts. "So," he said, "either somebody ... climbed these posts to write up there, or they did it when the tide was high?" Some of it was drawings, some of it was words -- Tomas was squinting at a line of tidy block capitals at least three feet above his eyeline that read UNDER HERE THEY'VE GIVEN ME STARFISH FOR EYES, cut into the wooden post neatly as if it was done with a machine press.

"That's not the point," Gedeon said, clearly disappointed at Tomas' flat dubiousness. He looked over at Tam as he scraped his lank blond hair from his face. "You get it, right? It's messages. For us. Probably for water attuned like you and me -- sorry, Tomas. Maybe that's why you don't get it."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

It was amusing how Tomas did the exact opposite of what Gedeon was asking and Tamyra already felt a bit better about all of this. Something that didn't last too long - once they reach the so called signs that were carved into the wood (seemed more like scribbles to Tamyra, but sure, yes, there were drawings there, if one squinted hard enough), and Gedeon looked expectently at Tamyra for answers.

"That just reads like somebody tried to be poetic and write some kind of metaphor or something and failed miserably. That, or somebody wanted to be cryptic about cutting somebody's eyes out," Tamyra said, her eyes running over the line again, missing how the disappointment only grew with Gedeon, mixed in with some annoyance now. "What kind of message do you think it?"

"Don't you understand? It means that the water and the ocean is the key. The starfish for eyes signifies that we have to look under the surface of the water and if we can figure out all of the clues in the messages, we can reach the secrets of the island!" Gideon seemed so convinced and started getting riled up as he spoke, started getting into it. "Can't either of you see it? Here, look," he pointed to one part of the drawings, "this is what remained of the map. It's tricky, it's only part of it, a good chunk got ruined, but it's still there."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Tomas looked where Gedeon was gesturing, at the supposed map, but he couldn't really make out anything like that. "It seems like it's up for interpretation," Tomas said finally, moving around a little in the rising water to circle one of the support posts. A series of drawings continued around the back of what Gedeon referred to as a map, looking like they were incomplete but on purpose -- like somebody had cut the complete drawing in half. "It's intriguing, I'll give you that, but there's nothing definitive--"

"Are you being deliberately obtuse?" Gedeon demanded. He was smiling, but it was an angry smile, his eyes hard as he flicked his gaze between Tam and Tomas. "God, the favouritism on this island is unbelievable. If it doesn't come from one of your little cronies then you dismiss it right away."

"Take it easy," Tomas started, holding up one hand with the other on his hip, but Gedeon wasn't about to be stopped.

"It's clearly clues that somebody's trying to communicate to us," Gedeon insisted. "Tamyra, come on. You got your face all fucked up going off on a wild goose chase to get off the island but you won't listen to me showing you something that's so obviously an actual way to understand what's going on? I made a huge discovery here and you two assholes should acknowledge it!"

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Was Gedeon right that sometimes (each time she tried, but Tamyra wouldn't admit that to Gedeon, especially not after this) Tamyra went on wild goose chases while she tried to get off of the island? Yes, he was. But he was being an asshole about it, an asshole to Tomas, and when he brought her face into it, that was the point where he lost Tamyra completely.

Tamyra's back straightened, her expression darkened. "One, you have no idea what 'fucked up' my face as you say, nor do you have any right to fucking bring it up and use it as some argument when you wanna win something. Two, if you wanna ask our opinions about something because you think we would recognize the real stuff and then we don't, maybe that is indication for you that it's all bullshit. Like, really, you talk about wild goose chases - have you considered this might be the one? It's practically nothing, and even that has been cut in half or something."

The water was lapping at their legs through all of it, the water getting stronger and stronger, and Tamyra could have sworn, as Gedeon twisted his fingers into a fist, it felt like the water was trying to give the punch. "Or maybe you never got off of this place because you were too stupid to truly recognize the real signs, you just went following pointless misdirections.

"And you," he turned back to Tomas. "Why did I even think I should come to you. You have a hole in your head, Kotka fucked you up so badly, you probably cannot even tell the difference between a proper map and a scribble. Of course you cannot see the truth! Are you even fit to run the farm? Or are you just running it in name, your little pet dog Emre doing most of the work in the background to save your ass from embarrassment?"

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

"It looks like a deliberate sectioning, though," Tomas noted as he continued to look at the cut-in-half drawing. "That's pretty strange--"

Tam had already gotten all riled up, though (Tomas had groaned inwardly when Gedeon brought up her scars; that had been a very bad move on his part) and was dismissing anything that the other man might have that bore thought. The water nearly at their knees gave a sudden strong tug, and Tomas repeated, "--easy, now," with a little more urgency as he saw the way Gedeon's fist was clenching. Not to mention the way he was starting to match Tam's ramped-up confrontational stance.

But Gedeon had some words for Tomas, too, and he blinked as his eyebrows raised but didn't say anything until Gedeon had vented his spleen. "That's enough," Tomas said firmly, pressing down a heavy stamp of emphasis on the second word. "I don't know if these markings mean anything but that doesn't mean we should ignore them. We can't look at them now, though, Gedeon, the tide's coming in fast. And you need to fucking cool off for a bit before you say something you regret."

"They could get eroded," Gedeon insisted, looking feverishly up at the markings and words and drawings. "They could disappear. You know how this island works, it could make them vanish and then we'd lose our only clues. If you two would stop sucking each other off and help me then we could figure it--"

"No," Tomas said, reaching out to hold one of the posts as the water started getting rougher, the pull stronger. "We need to get back to land right now. Either that or up into the Hut and if we do that, we're stuck till the tide goes out again."

Gedeon's long face turned mutinous, then downright sinister as he looked between the other two. "We'll stay until you help me," he said, voice coming out low and silky. "Or I'll let everyone know that you let a chance to figure out the island's danger slip right through our fingers because you can't stand anybody else actually being right about something."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

While Tomas tried to remain calm and collected, Tamyra was quite the opposite, and really, could anyone blame her? First Gedeon came for her through her scars, than he brought up Tomas and his head injury and twisted and turned both of them into something horrible and offensive and then turned around and kept telling them to listen to him as if it could ever actually work, as if this was the winning tactic.

How Tomas wasn't more annoyed, Tamyra was baffled.

Tomas did have a point, though - the tide was coming and coming fast and hard, another stronger hit of the water hitting them.They'd need to go one way or another soon. And the propect of being stuck in the fisher's hut while the water went down again was not at all appealing. "Are you fucking kidding us?!" Tamyra snapped at his threat. "Why do you even want our help? You just told us we are stupid and useless, and yet you are willing to threaten us just to keep us here and yet you don't seem to even like us one bit? Why?"

"Because people listen to you! He" Gedeon pointed at Tomas, "runs the farm, did so much for the community, people look up to him. If he agrees that something is important, that it's real, then people'll believe it. And you spent three decades trying to get out and finding these clues, that will have some weight to it, too."

"And you think against all of that, if you just say we don't give a shit because we don't want anyone else to take the glory, people will just believe you instead?" Tamyra asked as she tried to at least control the water around them enough to calm it down, not let it pull them in, not let it end badly. It was hard, though, this wasn't like creating a water monkey and making it jump around - this was the force of the ocean and she could only do so much in the long run.

"They will listen to me, especially if other people back up my claims," Gedeon shrugged. Did he actually have friends who would do that or was he bluffing? Tamyra couldn't tell, but it didn't bode well.

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

"I don't have to like you in order to see what needs to be done to get heard in this place." Gedeon's smile wasn't looking any more genuine, even though he kept smiling; in fact, the anger in his demeanour made it seem even more sinister. "There's favourites. There's the people who think they deserve the spotlight all the time--" he nodded at Tam, "--and the people who think they're tin pot gods dictating from on high." That one was for Tomas. "I'm playing the percentages. If I get in good with one of you two jerks, then people will actually take this seriously."

"Look," Tomas said, fed up at this point. "I already said it looks like there's something here. But we can't deal with it right now! The tide's coming in and Tam can't keep it held back much longer and I can't--" He cut himself off, making a fussed sound. "I don't know how long I can maintain breathing for more people than just me. Hell, since I got shot I don't know if I could even do it for myself."

"Maybe Miss Island Movie Star can't handle her water," Gedeon said scornfully, "but I can." He started to demonstrate, wrenching the water out of Tam's attunement-grasp and sending it gliding up the columns of the hut. More water rushed in immediately and Tomas gave an alarmed shout, finding it crashing almost up to his waist.

"We have to go," he said to Tam, eyes wide with urgency, too much white showing. "All of us. We gotta get--"

He was cut off by a shout from Gedeon, whose water skins were ... peeling off the columns. That was the only way Tomas could think to describe it. The water in their immediate area rose in a leap, up to mid-chest on Tomas, and swamping Gedeon over entirely. His blond head disappeared beneath the choppy waves.

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

It was actually calming for Tamyra to see Tomas getting fed up and annoyed as well - he needed more to get enough of this, but he was getting fed up.

And somehow in the middle of it all, Gedeon still felt like he could come out of this as a winner. And in light of that, he actually started messing with her water attunement! Tamyra was shocked to feel the push against her own power and if nothing else, that surprise caused her to slip in her focus, letting Gedeon take over. They were supposed to be getting out of here, and he was all about the petty fighting of whose attunement was better!

(To be clear, Tamyra was all for that kind of pettiness when she was being petty, but she was on the other side of it so she was all annoyed about it.)

Well, if he wanted to play like this, then so be it. "Yeah, we gotta go. You can play the hero for all I care, as long as--" she couldn't finish though, just like how Tomas couldn't because the water took over and suddenly they were close to submerged - Gedeon actually submerged. "Fuck my life, if he gets us kil..." She was not going to let that happen but there came a wave next and Tamyra was fully submerged then, pushed off of her feet. She frantically reached for Tomas and grabbed his hand, pulling both of them above the water.

"Do you see that idiot anywhere?" she asked, looking around, her hand not letting go of Tomas'. The water was still rising and she could feel the pull of the ocean inward and see bigger and bigger waves coming towards them. But no Gedeon. What a fucking asshole. "We gotta get out of here before the ocean pulls us in, Tomas, we can't just stay here and wait for him to show. He is water attuned, he should be fine getting back himself."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

"I don't see him," Tomas said, spitting out water as the waves chopped at them. "I can't--" He ducked under the waves, expecting his air-attunement to kick in the way he'd learned to do it with Tam, but ... nothing happened. He actually started breathing mechanically the way he'd stopped doing on land, which made things worse. Tomas didn't know if it was because he was panicky, or because his body was fucked up from his brain injury, but it was clear he wasn't going to be able to search for Gedeon.

Coming back up to the surface, Tam wasn't gonna be able to do much better; the water was rising at a hellish clip. "Yeah," Tomas said, subdued and muted. "Fuck. We need to get outta here."

The current was dragging at them as they swam-waded towards shore, and by the time they reached land they were exhausted but Tomas still kept squinting out towards the Fisher's Hut, hoping against hope to see Gedeon's pale head bobbing up somewhere. "He's good with his attunement," he muttered, half a prayer. "He'll be fine. He'll be fine."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Gedeon was an asshole and if it came down to it, Tamyra would have gotten Tomas out than him, but as much of an asshole as he was, he was in the same position as she was for years, and she didn't wanna see him be taken by the water.

But they didn't have a shot to look for him, they needed to get out to the shore themselves - that was hard enough job as it was. Tamyra was breathing hard - swimming didn't often tire her our but the waves and the current sucked her energy out and she leaned forward, rested her hands on her knees, but her eyes were scanning the water too. "He'll just need a bit more time to get out," she tried to reassure both Tomas and herself. Darkness was falling over the island, though, and soon it was hard to see anything, let alone Gedeon's blonde head - they most likely missed him getting out, but they couldn't know for sure.

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

21st and im a bit stressed, cause december went by in a blink. I missed a day again, cause this week has been kinda hell for me, but tomorrow is the last day of it and then im on break yayy!!! I think these will be my last question cause i need to work more on your secret santa gift, than spend time on here hahaha

Are you a spiritual person? Do you believe in astrology or anything similar?

I love your fic dywtylm, didnt except to like this ship as much as i do. When did you start writing? Was it always only fanfic or do you also sometimes write original works

What fictional character do you relate to most?

What do love the most about the individual boys?

I loved getting to know you, hope you have a great day and ill see you again, when im done with your gift. Cant wait!!!

-Secret santa 🎅🎄

I’m so sorry you’ve been stressed! I’ve been busy as well so don’t feel bad. I hope you enjoy your break!

1. So I’m not a religious person but I wouldn’t say I’m not spiritual? I just have a lot of religious trauma (good ol southern church of Christ doing its due diligence threatening the youth am I right). My friend actually told me the other day she likes the way Atlantis explains deities (not that I’m really into them or anything) but basically that they’re neither good or bad they’re just conscience and we can use them for good or bad but that doesn’t mean they won’t protect themselves

2. I’m also obsessed with this fic and Janny lane. It started as just a silly little idea and now I’m just rolling with it downhill… I’ve been writing for a long time. When I was a kid I wanted to write novels, so yes I’ve tried writing origional work many times just never seemed to stick to it

3. This is actually really hard… but maybe Jim from the office? I definitely give off some Jim vibes

4. Let’s see 🤔

Josh - I like his courage. He’s said multiple times that he has anxiety or stresses which I also have a lot of, but that doesn’t stop him from going out there and being his fun wild self

Jake - I like his humbleness. I can imagine he’s spent an ungodly amount of time learning to play guitar that well, yet he doesn’t gloat, doesn’t go around saying he’s the best ever, he encourages others to start a craft as well and learn just like he did

Sam - I like his energy. I hate it when people say Sam gives them the ick. Cause like why could you hate on that precious little baby? He’s fun and energetic and just wants to have a good time and I’m here for it 100%

Danny - I like his duality. That man… whew that man can look so damn good in both eyeliner and jewels as well as a muscle t and a snap back. But for real I like when he’s referred to as the “gentle giant” because although he’s up there slapping those symbols he’s also backstage painting his nails

I can’t wait as well! Please find some time to relax, take care of yourself, and have a very merry Christmas 💖

[ivoryratdoggerythethird]

ok so i’ve been seeing a lot of ideas and victim swaps for sdr2′s 3rd chapter and trial (i was going to say lately but i have no idea how strong this fandom is actually going now so) and i had some ~thoughts~

so the one topic of conversation is that souda, despite being one of the survivors, has no one he was especially close to. Specifically, he is the only one who isn’t mourning the death of a significant person by the end. And there have been a lot of suggestions on how this could’ve been dealt with; and i had an idea of my own that i actually ended up liking so. thought i might as well record it.

also, obviously, if this has been done before, from the bottom of my heart: my bad. i haven’t seen one like this personally, so these are just my own thoughts and ramblings

with that out of the way: 

firstly, let me quickly mention one of the more popular ideas. namely having sonia die instead of hiyoko. instant no there for me; i love souda (whether thanks to fanfics or his character design or actual canon is up for debate tbh) but his behavior towards sonia in the game is, as everyone knows, pretty fucking awful. 

he doesn’t intend to be creepy but that doesn’t change the fact that he is; he doesn’t respect sonia’s individuality, he’s creepily territorial sometimes (i’m replaying the game and i’m just starting the party scene but he’s already threatened to beat up a guy for talking to/walking with her; like dude, chill, you’ve know her for a day) and his admiration for her comes from this strange, worship-esque standpoint. 

simply put, he loves the idea of her, not her herself. this is pretty clear in the game and i don’t think it’ll really change with her death; if anything it’ll be useless because the most he’ll learn is maybe he shouldn’t have been a borderline stalker when she was alive. they weren’t emotionally close at all, he wouldn’t grieve her the way we see the other survivors do. dead sonia would deserve better.

this got twp paragraphs longer than intended. anyway.

the idea i specifically wanna talk about here was, at first, instead of changing any of the victims or culprits, we can take the quicker and relatively easier way of just. changing some character relationships. specifically, developing a friendship between two characters; just have souda be one of the damn victim’s or culprit's friend. 

my first instinct was gundham for,,,obvious reasons, i think, not least because i’ve been seeing a lot of soudham (+ sonia! i forget the ship name) content and it’s influencing me. he dies, souda cries, sonia also cries, they bond. now the survivors are closer, souda probably learns to see sonia as a person, and he has besties besides hajime (who is practically juggling a whole ass harem).

my second, and steadily becoming more preferred, choice, is ibuki. have souda and ibuki be friends!

we’ve seen intense bonding over less; hiyoko and mahiru’s bond, although a pleasant one, was still a sudden surprise to me. it was really nice but, well, kind of random. maybe i just missed signs? but that’s besides the point; the point is they just need a simple starting point and we can snowball from there.

and what better than to start with their most obvious and likely memorable trait? appearances. they can literally start at surface level and work their way in deeper.

have them chat over hair dyes, the brands they prefer, tips and troubles and they can even have those little events we see with the girls baking or mahiru and hiyoko in the bath (what the heck was that by the way), except we see them helping each other dye their hair. they both specifically dye black to pink too, although ibuki of course has more colors. basically just them messing around with hair, coloring and cutting and whatever else they please, along with eyeliner and piercings and clothing.

and then there’s the rest. why they deliberately chose to be so flashy to begin with. their personalities, just as flashy and bright and often overbearing. not being able to really always connect with others their age. their ambitions and fears, and what inspired or caused them. insecurities. dreams. childhood.

ibuki’s passion for her work and inherent confidence and certainty in herself inspiring souda to battle his insecurity. her putting him in his place when he crosses a line; we see she calls him out when she catches on to his schemes at the diner scene in chapter 2 when she pinpoints him coming to see sonia. ibuki teaches him to be friendlier. souda teaches her to cease the energizer-bunny shtick once in a while, reigns her in (although ibuki’s pretty stable i think, at least in comparison to the fellow emotionally constipated lunatics running around in her class). let them connect.

and then let one of them die.

at first i just went with ibuki as usual, and nothing really changes except that desired outcome of souda mourning someone special to him and growing from it.

buuuuuuuuuuuuuut, what if we went ahead and swapped them?

they become close friends, souda dies in chapter 3, and ibuki is then one of the survivors. this could let us kill two birds with one stone honestly; it can set up for both of them to have good arcs.

souda’s can be a subplot leading up to the deadly life where he gradually improves his behavior towards sonia and learns to push past his fears somewhat, even by something small like helping or at least voicing concern/some empathy for nagito when he gets infected, despite having been or even still being so afraid and distrustful of him. he doesn’t have to suddenly become fearless or kind, just better. it’d even fit with hiyoko; both victims being people on the road to self-improvement, tragically cut short.

the difference between the reactions could be fun to explore too; because mikan could derail the case by poking at a wounded ibuki who is a) very vocal and b) might be too focused on souda to focus on the essential clues found on hiyoko, because hiyoko doesn’t have her mahiru to take the role of main griever for her

this could just make the trial interesting and more emotionally impactful and also make despair mikan more compelling than “crazy horny yandere nurse” by playing with targeted people’s emotions plus her own meek act

ibuki’s resulting arc be somewhat like himiko’s from ndrv3 but reversed, where she becomes a bit more grounded and serious but still retains her own spirit after maybe bonding with fuyuhiko; she bounces back pretty well from the last two cases but after being personally invested in this one she might try and fail to still keep going then have that talk fuyuhiko did with akane (”i know how you feel, don’t blame yourself”) and then she can have a healthy breakdown idk (and then they can have that awkward Talk with akane together in chapter 4 and then maybe with sonia and hey this can become a whole trend)

this’ll also nicely wrap up the cast in chapter 6 where they all have someone special to think about (souda’s reason for just wanting to live is obviously super valid but since it’s not really explored this may as well happen instead to complete the set)

and yes this is hardly thought through properly; i have no idea how chapter 4 would play out since souda has a pretty big role in that investigation with his talent, though 5 and 6 would hardly be affected, and this could all be difficult to put in nicely considering how much happened in chapter 2 and how little time for set up there was for 3

most of what i said would have to be casual dialogues, lines in free time events or maybe a special scene if lucky. maybe the weird bath scene coulld be replaced by one with souda, ibuki, mahiru and hiyoko together instead just to really hammer it it; dr loves its heavy handed parallels after all.

but anyway, these are just rambles, and i just really wanted my girl ibuki to see the light of day a little longer lmao.

[survey--s]

462.

Are you a dreamer or a do-er? Both but overall I’d say I’m probably more a do-er as I’m quite a practical person.

Do you think people get what they deserve? Some people do, others definitely don’t. It’s just random.

Does it take a lot of physical pain to make you cry? I don’t often cry from physical pain, normally the shock of being injured iyswim. Like I fell of Stanley and although my arm hurt that wasn’t what made me cry, it was just the bang and the shock of what happened.

Name the strangest game you’ve ever played (video game or real game): I have no idea.

Do you like sitting in the front, back, or middle of the classroom? Middle.

Do you ever see commercials for restaurants that aren’t even in your area? Yeah, Facebook is full of adverts for really nice places to eat and none of them are ever anywhere near me lol.

Do you know anyone who has been struck by lightning before? No.  Which is better: living where there’s lots of tornadoes or lots of hurricanes? I’d probably prefer hurricanes overall, but we don’t experience either where I live.

Would you pay if your dog needed an operation? That’s what insurance is for. 

If you’re a girl, what’s your favorite color of eyeliner? I never wear eyeliner anymore but why is that something unique to girls?

Have you ever overflown a bathtub? No. 

Why did you ignore the last person you ignored? Because it was 9pm on a Friday night and I wasn’t getting into a work-related call at that time of day.

What’s your favorite pizza place? A local place called The Sourdough Pizza Co.

What’s at the top of your to do list in life? At the moment, it’s to ride up a local mountain on horseback - I won’t manage it this year but I’m hoping to get it done next summer. Do you ever eat leftover pizza cold? Yeah, TBH American-style pizza is definitely better cold.

Where are you the most ticklish? My feet.

Would you put your life in danger to rescue someone? Nobody can answer this until they’re actually in that position - it’s so easy to sit there at home and say “well duh, who wouldn’t?” but the truth is you never know how you’ll react and the bystander effect is a real thing. When you’re wanting a midnight snack, what do you normally get? Popcorn, leftovers or maybe some chocolate.

Which cartoon character would you want to keep as a pet? Snoopy! Or Stich.

Do you like marshmallows? They’re nice enough but they’re not my absolute favourite thing.

What is your favorite flavor of candy cane? Just the regular Peppermint ones.

Do you have any shoeboxes full of old photos/letters/other memorable stuff? No.

When was the last time you felt seriously embarrassed? I have no idea.

Have you ever liked a song, looked up the lyrics to it, then hated it? No.

What’s your favorite Christmas song? Fairytale of New York.

Did you like the show Invader Zim? I’ve never seen it.

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen in a grocery store? Live lobsters, horse meat.

Do you prefer to pull off band-aids slowly or quickly? Slowly.

Have you ever met any bands/band members before? Yeah, a few, but nobody really famous or anything like that.

Do you enjoy riding around town looking at Christmas lights? I used to absolutely love doing that as a kid but it’s not something I’d really do now unless I was walking the dog anyway.

What states have you been to in the past year? I’ve not left my county since COVID lol.

Have you ever sleepwalked? No.

What’s your favorite superhero movie? I’m not into superheroes.

Do you struggle with acne? No, thankfully not. I get the odd spot around my period or if I’m really run down, but otherwise I’m good these days.

Around what year did you start using the internet, anyways? We had dial-up at home from when I was about ten and then we got broadband a couple of years later. I started using the internet regularly when I was about 12 or 13 and I got my own computer for the first time.

What did you do for your 16th birthday? Went out for dinner at a Mexican restaurant with a bunch of friends.

Have you ever fostered an animal? No. I’d never want to give them back lol.

What’s your favorite form of exercise? Riding or dog walking. Do you have a back pack in a shape of an animal? No. Those never appealed to me, even as a kid. <--- same.

Do you still take hot showers when it’s hot out? Not really hot ones, they’re more lukewarm in the summer months.

What’s your favorite type of cake? Cheesecake!

Name something you thought was cool when you were younger but don’t now? Emo music, lol.

What was the last song you downloaded onto your computer? Just the photo that’s at the top of this survey.

What color are your headphones, if you have any? I have one white pair and a black pair.

Do you honestly like The Beatles or are you just conforming? I love the Beatles. I grew up listening to them as my dad is a huge fan - see also Simon and Garfunkel, Jimi Hendrix and Everything But the Girl.

What was the last video message you received on your phone? It was a video from Suzanne of Charlie being adorable, lol.

Who did you last talk to in Facebook chat? Emma.

When writing $ sign, do you draw one line through the S or two? I never really need to write the dollar sign.

Do you feel bad for people your age who have never had a significant other? Only if they want to be in a relationship and have never had the chance. < Yeah. <--- this. Not everyone is interested in a relationship.

When do you plan on moving out? If you’re already moved out, how old were you? I moved in/out of my parents house at various points through my late teens and twenties, but I left for good at 28.

Would you kiss the last person you texted? No.

What do you think of guys wearing colored skinny jeans?  People can wear whatever they want.

Where do you normally get your hair cut? I do it myself.

Would you trade last names with your best friend? We’re already married and share a last name, lol.

Would you ever get blonde highlights? Sure, I had blonde highlights for years when I was younger. I love the look but it’s expensive and takes forever.

Will you go to your high school reunion? Never in a million years would I ever go back there lol.

Have you stayed up past 3 in the morning this week? Nope.

Do you ever not speak to someone because you’re afraid you’ll annoy them? Yeah, sometimes.

Personally, do you think you have a nice smile? It’s not horrible, it’s just awkward and never looks genuine lol.

What animal have you always wanted as a pet but couldn’t have? A sugar glider!

[petersbaby]

Possessive!stepbroeddie

OKAY it’s finally done.

*disclaimer that you are 18*

Warnings: a little bit dark maybe? Stepcest, jealousy, fingering and that should be it

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It’s 8:30 on a cool dewy august morning. You ate like usual, made and drank your coffee and headed out the door.

Once in the car and away from your parents, you ask Eddie a question as he begins the drive to school. You could drive, technically, just didn’t have a car. Not enough money saved up to buy one. Because of this, you had been borderline taking advantage of his sweet spot for you, getting him to take you a bunch of places.

“Soooo… would you take me to a party tonight? Pretty please?”

“Is your mom okay with that? If so, why don’t you ask her to drive you?”

“You know she’s not. Come on, please.” You give him a sweet smile, the one that always got his knees a little weak.

“Fine, you little shit.” He says jokingly, “Who’s party anyways?”

“Umm, just a girl I know. I’ll tell my mom I’m spending the night at one of my friend’s houses”

He lets out a quiet and defeated “mhm, sure” as you pull into the parking lot.

“Bye, eds” you say as you jump out of the passenger seat and head to your first class.

After school, you ride home with him like usual. Once you get there, you tell your mom you’d be having a sleepover that night, to which she just says “okay”.

You head to your room excitedly to start picking what you want to wear. You eventually land on a low cut tank top and a black skirt. Until you got to the party, you decided to pull the skirt down a bit further and to cover up your chest and the sliver of midriff with a big fluffy cardigan sweater.

9pm comes around and Eddie shows up at your bedroom door.

“Do you want to go or not? I’m not waiting all day for you to get ready”

“It’s only like 9, what are you 70 years old??” You call out to him.

“I am not 70, thank you very much. Cmon.”

You swing open your door and he’s shocked by just how beautiful you look tonight.

Makeup done nice and pretty, mascara making your fluttering eyelashes more pronounced, black eyeliner (which he liked, A LOT), and a little bit of glitter on the inner corners of your eyes.

You said bye to your mom and step dad, and they tell Eddie to drive safe.

Once you’re near the address on the invite, you have him pull over a little farther back from the actual house. Once again, you really didn’t wanna be seen in this nasty van.

He puts it in park and you start to fix your outfit. First, you pulled off the sweater to reveal your tits halfway out and prominent. His gaze instantly falls to them.

You stand up after getting out and pull your skirt back up to it’s original (short) length.

“Hey, hey, woah.”

You look at him, “what?”

“Why are you taking your clothes off?”

“I’m not taking my clothes off, you’re exaggerating. I just had to tweak the outfit a bit so my mom wouldn’t see it.”

“You’re so sneaky, you know that? And you are not going in there like that.”

“Hm. Well, bye. Come get me around midnight, maybe one, and bring me back home.”

“Hey.” He snapped at you, and you freeze at the sudden bitterness in his tone.

He gets out of the car too, and walks over to you to grab your wrist before you can walk away from him.

“I said you’re not fucking wearing that.”

“You’re not my dad.” You retorted.

“No, but I’m your big stepbrother and I have to protect you whether you want me to or not. I’m going on with you.”

“Wha- no you’re not. Please just leave.” You beg, wanting this overprotective act to be over.

The truth is, he knew you’d have guys all over you.

He couldn’t stand the images playing in his head, or the fact that one could hurt or take advantage of you.

“I was trying to be nice, but you look like a slut, okay? You’re gonna attract a lot of attention, but not a good kind. I know what guys think.”

“What do they think, exactly?”

He’s growing more and more frustrated at your arguing and defiance. He pulls you by your arm over to his side of the van, which was the one facing the woods instead of the other houses on the street.

He pushes you up against the side of it, and you shiver at the feeling of the cold rusty metal on your back.

This is soon paired with two cold hands slipping under your skirt, firmly grabbing handfuls of your bare ass that was uncovered since you’d worn a thong.

“Jesus fucking christ. You were really prepared to be a whore tonight. Well it’s not gonna happen.” His legs was slotted between your legs, and one of his hands was around your throat and squeezing lightly.

“Eds, please. I’m sorry I- I….” Tears start to sting in your eyes at his harsh words.

“Hm? What’s the matter with you? Have you lost your mind?”

The tears spill, running quickly down your cheeks as you completely surrender.

His grip on you loosens and he relieves some of the pressure he was creating by pressing his body against yours tightly.

“There it is. Don’t have anymore arguing left in you, do ya?” You shake your head quickly. Tears streaming down your face, you decide to just call off the whole thing. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“Let’s just go, eds, I couldn’t go in there now even if I wanted to.” You say, motioning to your visibly upset face. You walk around again to return the his passenger seat and shut the door hastily.

You felt completely embarrassed and confused as to why he freaked out on you like that. When he gets back in the van, no words are said as he starts to head presumably back to your house.

You ended up the very end of the road which is a dead end, sort of a cul-de-sac that was never finished. No houses, no street lights. You just assume he’s using it to turn around, but the van comes lurching to a stop.

All is dark except for the small interior light on the ceiling.

“You just wanted some attention, hmm? Is that it?”

“I-I don’t know, I guess so. I don’t know.” You look down, ashamed and belittled. He reaches over to swipe his thumb across your face to catch the warm tears off of it as they appear.

“Look at me. Hey. I’ll give you some, okay? Only me. You need something, you ask me, not go running to some random drunk guys.”

You nod, realizing that he’s pretty spot on. Of course you loved attention, who doesn’t? You just wanted to feel wanted. To have someone look at you like you’re beautiful. But he does, in this moment.

He crawls to the back of the van where the back seats had been taken out to carry stuff, like speakers and other band equipment.

It wasn’t very graceful, but he got back there. There were scattered blankets covering the nicotine stained interior fabric on the floor, and he patted the space in front of him.

You come to him, crawling between the two front seats to come resting on your knees in between his legs.

“C’mere. I’ll give you what you wanted. You want me to touch you, to tell you how hot you look, how beautiful you are? To tell you how amazing your body is in this outfit?”

He runs his hand through your hair.

“Maybe not now, you look a little crazy. You know, mascara all down your face.” He jokes and you punch him in the arm. He wets his thumbs with his spit which is kind of gross but endearing and did his best to get the black streaks off your cheeks.

He kisses you gently, treating you as a breakable object that he doesn’t want to hurt again. He hated seeing you cry and felt bad that he did. You crawl into his lap, straddling him. You dig your head into his shoulder for comfort, breathing in his signature scent that you wouldn’t find anywhere else in the world,

He starts to kiss your neck and starts to suck when he gets to your collar bones, definitely leaving bruises. He feels you up and down, all over, on top of your skimpy outfit.

“You’re beautiful, okay? And I know that everyone else thinks so, too, so you don’t have to go out and try to prove it. That’s all I was trying to say. Maybe I got a little mean.”

“A little?” You sniffle, looking at him trying to be serious but not able to stop the smile that starts to form on your face as you look at him. He just wants the best for you, you couldn’t be mad at that.

He reaches down, first to pull your panties to the side, but then decides to take them off altogether. You shimmy to try to help get them off, and immediately after they are, you return to sit on his lap, one leg on each side.

He slips his fingers in between your folds, the contrast of his still chilly hands and your heated core making you gasp and jump a little.

“Shh, calm down. It’s just me.” You relax into his touch, and he takes his time with you. He pulls the straps off your shoulders and kisses them, moving down to your breasts which he kisses the top of.

You pull the shirt the rest of the way down, the cool air hitting your nipples as they completely harden. He takes one, and then the other, into his mouth. Switching between sucking and kissing them. Once he feels you’re adequately wet, he slips his two fingers inside of you, deeper than you can reach with your own.

“Beautiful, baby, so beautiful. You’re mine.”

Your head falls forward at the words, resting on his shoulder once again.

“Oh fuck, please”, you moaned, but softly and right against his ear which gives him goosebumps. He continues to work you with his fingers, starting to curl them inside of you every now and then. You mewl, almost uncontrollably. Your sounds just give him more energy and satisfaction, maybe a little ego boost.

“I feel you squeezing, close already?” He smirks.

“Mmh, yes.”

“Good girl, come on then”, he responds and quickens the pace and intensity of his fingers fucking you in and out.

You want to cry out, but bite down on his shoulder instead as your whole body tenses and relaxes, and you didn’t know how bad you needed this release until now.

“So pretty, look at you. This is all you wanted, isn’t it?”

Removing his fingers, he kisses you again. “Happy?” You can only nod. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, all yours.”

“Now cmon, put the sweater back on and we can go get some food.” He says, grabbing it and handing it to you and climbing back up to the front and you follow.

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A couple hours after your departure, you arrived back home. Your mom is surprised, and asks you what happened.

“I just changed my mind, then we went to get something to eat and they took a long time at the restaurant.”

She seems satisfied enough with that answer. You both head upstairs to your respective bedrooms.

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twst mermay 9 — matching

in which azul puts on the same makeup he wears on your face ft. azul ashengrotto x reader

╰┈➤ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i got the idea for this fic when i had my makeup done recently for a party. matching as the prompt would have been obvious with jade and floyd, like writing them as mischievous twins looking exactly the same to screw over with everyone, and actually, that was supposed to be the original idea. but i found it to be too predictable, and the intimacy of having makeup applied on my face allured me. so this is how the fic came to be _(:3 」∠)_ i hope you enjoy!

╰┈➤ 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨: mermay masterlist

“Are you sure this is how you want to spend our evening?” 

“I already told you, Azul, I really want this,” you say for what seems to be the third time today. 

“But are you content with only sitting down for at least an hour,” Azul asks in concern as he opens the door to his room. 

“I mean, that wouldn’t be too different from having dinner, right,” you answer with a laugh, entering the threshold of the room you’ve grown familiar with. “Anyway, I really like make-up, and you’re gonna be the one putting it on, so it’s not like I’m not without company.” 

Your boyfriend sighs as he turns on the lights, a bemused smile gracing his lips. “Alright then, take a seat, my dear. I’ll just prepare my things.” 

With a grin, you take a seat by the vanity desk, where you turn on the lamp resting atop it. From the mirror, you could see Azul taking off his gray coat, hat, and gloves, leaving those items on his bed. You purse your lip, resisting the urge to smile as your heart races a bit faster—you always prefer Azul without the coat. His silhouette looks much more attractive and sleek when his top layer is his black blazer. 

He walks to one of his cabinets, where you watch him open the doors to open drawers found inside them. He takes out a few boxes, holding them in one hand before closing his cabinet and approaching where you sit. 

Silently, you watch him open each box and take out several items, his fingers alluring you with their simple yet graceful movements. He takes out a few pouches, some containing mascaras and eyeliners, others containing brushes with different bristles and sizes. Laying on the vanity desk along with the pouches are some palettes ranging from light flesh to dark brown, with a few pinks and purples. 

“I didn’t know you had this much stuff for make-up,” you comment as you eye the different items laid out in front of you. “I always thought you just used magic.” 

“Well, I had to start from somewhere,” Azul replies in amusement. “Magic has its limits.” His hands move to the sides of your face, brushing back stray locks of hair that may block your face. You feel a shiver up your spine at his cool and delicate touch, and your face falls slightly when his hands leave you. 

“What kind of music do you want,” he asks as he picks up his phone and a nearby speaker. 

“Mm, any,” you reply. “Maybe salon music or something?”

From the reflection of the mirror, you watch him tap on his phone for a few minutes before the familiar electronic beats resound around the room. Without realizing, you bob your head to the music for just a moment. 

You watch Azul picking up a plastic tube with a skin color close to yours. Foundation, you think to yourself. He squirts a bit of the foundation onto his fingers, and in a second you feel the cool sensation of the liquid and his touch on your forehead, cheeks, and chin. You have witnessed his strength a few times—and by the Great Seven, do you feel pity for Floyd for being subjected to it most of those times—but at this moment, his strokes gently caress your face. Something about him touching your face makes you giddy in the way that the close proximity doesn’t. Perhaps you associate it with all the times that he takes your cheek to pull you close to him for a kiss, or perhaps it’s that thought that he could be strong to others yet so gentle and caring with you. 

He picks up a sponge afterwards, and he starts wiping the foundation on your face using it. The sponge is really soft, probably the softest thing you ever felt. In the mirror, you see Azul’s concentrated gaze as he spreads the foundation across your face, and the sight of his sky blue eyes along with your face slowly becoming smoother gives you a sense of rapture that’s hard to describe. 

“Your skin has gotten a lot better,” Azul comments as he moves towards your cheek. 

His words cause your chest to warm up, your heart becoming just as soft as the brush on your face. “W-well, it’s all thanks to someone who wouldn’t stop talking about the importance of skincare,” you say.

From the mirror, his lips curve to a smile as he chuckles. “And you’ve been the one diligently applying it every day. Don’t discredit yourself and your efforts, my dear.”

You don’t answer. You can’t, not with the butterflies in your stomach fluttering from how flustered you feel. You’ve been together with him for some time already, yet he manages to bring you back to the time when you first fell in love, the day when your surroundings slowly became brighter when you looked at him, like the way the foundation slowly brightens your face with each stroke. It’s rather embarrassing, the way he affects you like this. 

Soon, after your face and neck have been coated with foundation, Azul picks up a smaller brush and opens a palette. The color he chooses is a dark brown. 

“Close your eyes,” he says. In a second, you see nothing but black, sensing only the cool air in the room. In the next second, you feel one hand on the top of your head pushing you to look slightly upward and the bristles of a brush kissing one of your eyelids.

The position is slightly uncomfortable, with the way the back of your neck starts to ache, but you don’t complain. Azul’s hand resting on your head leaves your heart racing, and his strokes along your lid relax you. If you could, you would have been sleeping by now. 

The pressure from his hand vanishes along with the brush, prompting you to open your eyes. Brown coats your lid, the shading still imperfect with its sharpness. Beside you, Azul dabs his brush on one of the lighter-colored eyeshadows. As his hand nears your face, you close your eyes once more, welcoming the sensation of the soft brush on your skin along with his other hand pushing your head slightly upwards. 

“What made you want to have makeup just like mine?” 

Your eyebrows raise up in surprise at the question. If your eyes were opened, they might have become wide for just a moment. “Well…” you trail off. “There’s nothing wrong about it, right?”

“I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing,” he adds. “I’m just curious as to why.” 

“Mmm…” You hum, your voice a little higher pitched than normal. “I always wanted to try Octavinelle’s makeup.” 

Just as you finish, he removes his hands from you, and you open your eyes. The eyeshadow looks much more blended, bringing your eyes out in a way that you never thought they’d glow. You don’t say anything for a moment, enamored with the beauty of your eyes, while Azul takes a smaller brush and dabs it onto the purple palette.

“Look at me,” your boyfriend says. That must be your favorite sentence for the night because you feel your cheeks and neck heat up from such a command, not to mention it distracts you from the conversation. You look up at him, gazing at his soulful and concentrated eyes framed by his glasses. He holds your head up, stroking the brush along your lash line going to the outer corner of your eye. Goosebumps raise on your arms. You can’t help but let your eyes wander to the blue of his eyes, the curve of his lips, the shape of his nose. By the Great Seven, Azul is absolutely stunning, and he should give himself more credit for all the hard work he’s done to become the person that he is now. 

“You were saying you wanted to try our makeup,” he repeats your earlier sentence, resuming the previous conversation. 

“Ah,” you utter. You expected him to go back, but you wish he didn’t. “I mean, I really like your purple eyeshadow and stuff.” 

“I had asked you if you just wanted to wear the standard Octavinelle makeup and not mine,” he says. “It would have just been the iconic eye makeup including the purple eyeshadow.”

“Well,” you start as he lifts his hands from your face. He scrutinizes his work before going back to adjusting the shadow on your lash line. “I mean, there’s really no reason! I like your makeup a lot. It looks really pretty. That’s just it.” 

“Is that really all there is to it,” he asks with a raised brow. 

Damn it, you hate that look so much. It’s just one motion of the brow, yet it can bring you to your knees from how good he looks and how he’s onto you. “Well, I–I mean,” you stammer, slightly flustered. “There doesn’t have to be a reason for it, nothing to it.” 

Azul casts a bemused smile. “For a question out of curiosity, you’re rather defensive about it.” 

His words shut you up. 

“We’ve been together for some time now, my dear, and you and I know how much you wear your heart on your sleeve,” he adds. His voice remains even with some bemusement, but something wavers in his eyes. He doesn’t say anything about it—he never would. But still, you know. And you feel bad. “Is it really that embarrassing to say why?”

It is. It really is, you think to yourself.

He leaves to put down his brush and lets you see your eye. The completed eyeshadow looks absolutely gorgeous, and for a moment, the beauty takes hold of your attention. But the embarrassment and nervousness doesn’t quite leave you, and you remain silent to Azul’s question. As you watch him pick up the brush previously used for the first brush of shadow and approach you, you close your eyes. 

And in that darkness, perhaps it’s the softness of his brush strokes or the electronic beats of the music being louder or the fact that you can’t see anything, but you start speaking.

“Well, I mean there’s no denying I like the makeup, and yours stands out the most,” you say. “But… well, um…”

Azul doesn’t speak as he remains working on your other eyelid, but you know he’s listening. 

“I just, well, I guess this might sound a bit delusional? Weird? But I wanted to try on your makeup to be more associated with you.”

He stops his movements for a moment. “Eh?” 

“Like, um…” You purse your lips as you try to think of the right words to say. Meanwhile, he resumes his work.

“Well, you always wear that makeup in the dorm, so it’s definitely become something that expresses who you are at this point. And I guess, well…” Your voice starts softening. “Is it cheesy to want to be associated with you by having matching makeup for even just a day? To let people know that I’m the person that you decided to welcome into your world, and you’re the person I chose to be with? I know how much you want to maintain your image. But I guess I also just… want to have people know at the same time that I’m yours…” 

The electronic music continues playing in the background. Its beats can’t slow your racing heartbeat or calm your nerves. 

“I’m sorry, just forget it,” you say. “It’s possessive of me.” 

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” Azul says. He puts down his hands and puts back his brush, letting you open your eyes. “If anything, I should have been more attentive to your feelings on the matter of not letting our relationship become public.” 

Your shoulders relax, like a burden was lifted off just from hearing his words alone. 

“You and I both know how selfish I can be, and my emotions can get in the way,” he continues. “But above that, I want to make you happy.” He tucks your loose strands of hair, pleating them to your sides as he cups your face, for him to see. “I welcomed you into my world because I…I love you. I’m willing to set aside my pride, even for an evening.”

Your breath almost hitches in your throat. You don’t fight the smile that makes its way across your face. Not like you can, from the euphoria that his words give you. 

“Azul, I—” You gulp, as if the lump growing in your throat can be swallowed. “I love you so much.” 

He smiles back at you. All the little ‘I love you’s gleam in his eyes like the glitter that eyeshadow can have. It’s there, it brightens his eyes, it adds more to his beauty. Great Seven, if you didn’t have makeup on, you would cry from this moment where the two of you simply smile at each other as salon music plays in the background, relishing in the love that you two share. 

He moves, standing up straighter. “So, shall we finish up your look?”

“Oh, of course,” you answer excitedly. He picks up the next brush to use and dabs it on a certain color. As you close your eyes again and let him resume his work, all you can do is smile and melt in the bliss in your chest. Great Seven, I don’t deserve someone like Azul at all, you think to yourself. But thank you for giving Azul to me.