#ayyyyy inconsistent coloring

[beaucooper]

chen wen (as yang meng) in every episode of addicted ↦ episode 02

[scyr0w]

Ayyyyy I'm alive and posting hennys 😎

Soo @cosmicc-princcess and I had an idea that actually motivated me to draw a fully colored and shaded comic 👁️👄👁️ I wanted to keep it very basic at first but my perfectionist brain kept cleaning it up, so please excuse the inconsistencies 🙏🏻

[holographic-chogi]

Protector pt.10/?

Author: holographic-chogi

Pairing: fem!reader x stray kids

Warnings: Mentions of death, guns, suggestive content. Please let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Ayyyyy we got to part 10? Wild. As always, thank all of you for your patience, I know I’m pretty inconsistent with uploads but y’all are rolling with it and I appreciate it. Haha also I know I said this would be out Friday but then I had to pick up a bunch of shifts and just ughhh. Also...out of curiosity, do any of you have any advice for Y/N? She’s in a bit of a predicament. 

Summary: a virus has wiped out most of humanity, and society has collapsed. People survive in groups where they live in constant fear and a struggle to survive. Women were the primary victim of the virus, leaving few behind. You are one of the few, kept in secret since the beginning. However, you’ve just been caught.

Masterlist

The cold air nipped at your cheeks as you sat in the lookout tower beside Seungmin, curled up under a blanket. The night was quiet, the usual sounds of wildlife starting to quiet down as the nights passed, signaling the coming winter. All you could hear was the sound of frogs by the nearby pond, right at the border of the immense forest.

The silence was comfortable, but every once in awhile, you’d notice Seungmin staring up at the sky during his breaks. This was a pattern you noticed every time he was up to guard. Curiosity on the tip of your tongue, you leaned up,

“Seungmin, why are you always watching the sky?”

He smiled and looked down at you, “I like the stars.”

“The stars? I wouldn’t have expected that.”

He nodded, “I know just about every constellation up there.”

“Do you have a favorite?”

He smiled again, as if he was remembering something fondly, “Cassiopeia.”

You stood completely, sitting on the wall beside him, “Show me.”

He looked over at Minho, making sure he was on guard before standing beside you, pointing to a particularly bright star. “Do you know the North Star?”

You nodded, pointing your own finger at it.

“It’s connected to Ursa Major. Now if you go from there to the left about this far,” he moved his finger across the sky, pointing out another small cluster of stars, “You’ll find Cassiopeia.”

The constellation he had pointed out was a line of stars kept in a zig-zag, definitely unique. “What makes this your favorite?”

“It was the first one my dad had shown me as a kid. It pretty much determined what I wanted to do with my life.”

“Oh?”

Minho spoke from the other perch, still focused on guarding. “Seungmin was gonna be an astronaut one day.”

You looked back at Seungmin, eyes wide, “That’s amazing! How close were you?”

A hint of sadness flashed in the young man’s eyes, “Very.”

He was such an intelligent, curious person. You heart hurt when you realized just how far he could have gone. “I’m sorry, Seungmin.” Despite how much you wanted them to be true, the next words, you knew were a lie. “Maybe you’ll get up there someday, if this all ends.”

He nodded, and pulled you in for a hug, “Thank you. For now, I’m happy down here with you guys.”

Minho cleared his throat, “I get it, you two are literal angels. But Seungmin, can you please guard? It’s your turn.” He looked over at you, “Hang out on my perch while he’s on watch, you’re just gonna distract him.”

You chuckled, before hugging Seungmin once more and walking across the board that connected the perches. You’ll admit that board was pretty shaky, and there were multiple people who would have a heart attack if they saw you use it, but you were far too lazy to go back down the ladder. Minho tsked as you made it to his side, before you settled in beside him with the blanket.

He set his gun down and sat beside you, the two of you obscured by the wall. He spoke quietly, “There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

You gulped, this could be any number of things you didn’t want to address. Minho was extremely observant, much to your dismay.

“When we were up here that one time, playing truth or dare with Jisung and Woojin, you lied.”

You smirked, attempting to hide your nervousness, “What? Since when is that game so important?”

“You know what I mean, Y/N. You have a thing for Changbin and I wanna know why you covered it up.”

Your heart sunk. “I mean...I wasn’t exactly lying about Hyunjin, I think he’s really attractive…”

“Don’t change the subject.”

You sighed. “Fine. I have feelings for Changbin. Those don’t matter though, because he’s consistently an asshole.”

Minho smiled a bit, “Yeah, he’s an asshole. But enough of an asshole for you to ignore how you feel? He isn’t a bad guy.”

“I’m not gonna let him hurt me, Minho. I don’t think he feels the same way, so there’s no point in telling him.��

Minho started laughing, attempting to cover his mouth to stay quiet, “Trust me sis, he’s into you. He has been for awhile.”

You groaned in frustration, “Minho I respect your observational skills, but you’re just wrong. You weren’t there for the trip. He can’t stand me, it’s like I’m radioactive.” You pause, “For a second there, it seemed like things might change, he was beginning to come around, but he just flipped a switch and became just as cold as before.”

Minho’s smile fell a little. “He’s traumatized by someone else, Y/N. He lost his sister way back, so I’m guessing he’s scared to get close to another girl. Apparently they were really close before she got hit with the virus. We all lost a lot of important women in our lives from that, so I understand where he’s coming from.” He giggled a bit, “Not that I’m excusing his behavior. The man needs to get his shit together.”

Looking down at the floor, you felt your heart ache for Changbin. Loss was also familiar to you, so you know how much it hurts. You smiled, “Whatever you say, Minho.”

He shrugged, “At least consider my words, I actually give good advice when you idiots let me.”

You smiled, leaning forward to tussle his hair, effectively ruining it before preparing to stand back up. However, before you could stand, Minho stopped you.

“Wait. There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about.”

You tilted your head in confusion, “what else?”

He sighed. “I probably shouldn’t be talking to you about this, but you’re my friend and it’s really beginning to bother me.”

Your brows furrowed In concern, “spit it out, Minho.”

“You need to decide soon whether or not you’ll leave whenever Jiho finally decides to show up.”

You had been dwelling on this as well. You told yourself countless times that you’d leave with Jiho in the beginning, but now you were beginning to doubt. You didn’t want to leave the farmhouse, you were happy here and you didn’t want to leave these people behind. And on top of that, Minho had a point. Where is Jiho? Why has he not shown up yet? It almost felt like he had actually abandoned you after all.

“I don’t know, Minho. I’m not even sure if Jiho’s coming.”

He was torn, you could see it in his eyes, and so were you. Either Jiho abandons you, or he shows up and you abandon them.

Without another word, Minho leaned forward and pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry Y/N. If he doesn’t show up, he’s an idiot.”

You chuckled, your voice still shaky from emotion, “Thanks Minnie, I know.”

As he released you, he made sure to make eye contact, conveying his seriousness, “But for your sake, you need to have a plan ready for if he does arrive. This could end very badly if you aren’t careful. We both know there are some people here more willing to let you go than others.”

You nodded, “I understand.”

That night, you sat in bed, dwelling on Minho’s advice.

On one hand, when Jiho arrives, you could leave with him. Up until you arrived here, Jiho was all you had known, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t worried sick about him. But then, you’d be back on the road, with no home. There’d also be no midnight air, sitting beside Seungmin and Minho as the moon sank into the horizon. There’d be no more Felix smiling at his hens in the morning sun, when he thinks no one can see him. No more feeling of joy as you shoot arrows with Hyunjin, making you feel powerful in this world of hiding in cement cellblocks. There would be no more Chan arriving home from a raid, relaxing into his chair in the livingroom and sighing in content as the smell of dinner made it’s way in. No more lazy afternoons reading aloud to Jeongin, or sitting up in Woojin’s perch eating snacks and teasing Jisung. You’d even miss the grumpy Changbin, the way he’d try and hide his creeping smile whenever you made a particular clever joke, or the way his hair looked as the sun rose in the morning, making his deep, black locks glow an almost amber color.

Or the way he rubbed his eyes just before starting his shift.

Or in those rare moments where he was absorbed in a book.

Or those moments where you accidentally catch him staring, the split second of softness before he darkens his gaze.

Despite how much you hated it, you’d miss that asshole with all of your heart.

Lost in your thoughts, staring at the ceiling, hours had passed. You weren’t sure how late it was when you heard a soft knock at your door. You sat up abruptly, muttering in response to the closed door, “Who is it?”

A soft whisper came from the other side, “Jisung.”

Odd. Maybe he wanted to head out early with Woojin again. How long had you been awake? “I don’t wanna head out early today, I can visit Woojin tomorrow. I haven’t slept very well.”

His voice was sad as he spoke again. “It’s about 3 am, Woojin isn’t up yet. I just wanted to talk to you.”

You hesitated, remembering his behavior earlier that day. So many serious talks today, and you had a feeling this one wasn’t gonna be a piece of cake either.

Jisung spoke again, “is it because of me?”

You furrowed your eyes in confusion, responding to the still-closed door, “Was what because of you?”

“You not being able to sleep...I’m really sorry about earlier, I know it was scary, I was being stupid and-”

You cut him off, “Not because of you. Because of Jiho.”

“Can I please come in?”

You spoke softly, “yes.”

The door opened slowly, and he peaked in first. You simply sat on the bed, waiting expectantly for him to say something. He entered timidly, sitting on the end of your bed.

“Y/N, are you going to leave?”

You avoided his gaze, not prepared for the raw emotion in his eyes. “That’s been the plan since the beginning.”

Though you couldn’t see him, his voice was shaky, “So you are. You’re just gonna be gone.”

“I...I don’t know.”

He grasped your hand in his, but you still avoided his gaze. His voice was now full of hope, “So you might not? If he comes here you might not leave with him?”

You finally look up. His eyes were brimming with tears, looking like he could shatter at moment. “Jisung…”

“Please choose us. I’m not ready for you to leave.”

It’s funny, how different society was. Life was short and bonds were strong. Despite not having been here for long, it felt like you’ve known these boys, this boy, for years. The look in his eyes was tearing you apart.

“Jisung please don’t cry...I’m right here...I haven’t gone anywhere yet.”

His eyes. Those damn eyes. You pulled him in for a hug in an attempt to avoid them. You didn’t want him to hurt, and all his eyes did was remind you of the pain he was feeling.

His voice was still shaky, barely above a whisper, “Can I stay here tonight?”

You nodded, pulling away from him and patting the spot beside you, lifting the blankets and letting him crawl in. Moments after you lay back down, his arm wrapped over you, and he tucked himself into your side, holding on for dear life. You could feel his slowing breath on your shoulder and you tried to fight the blush growing on your cheeks. His whisper was different this time, it sent tingles down your spine,

“I’m not ready to let you go yet.”