#happens to be super fuckin old and not have changed their appearance in hundreds of millions of years. not a fossil 'mon though!!

[front-facing-pokemon]

[kaissauce]

okay, phucker, do it

ok let's do this @rolli-zolli @ninikins

Horrortale: technically an alternate timeline instead of au. after a neutral run where undyne's queen the core malfunctions and food becomes scarce and people resort to eating humans because sans suggested it. Aliza is the protag. latest thing that happened in the ongoing comic was Aliza agreeing to go with Papyrus to solve his last puzzle. as for the appearance of sans he has a HUGE hole on his head and a red eye. he got the hole from undyne when she got his magic eye which was going to be used to power the core. sans didnt die tho and killed the guards holding him down and just took whatever eye was on the ground and used it as a replacement for his magic eye that's powering the core. i quote first words he said after putting the eye in his socket "who the fuck took my phone?". then the magic eye went apeshit and broke the core again. oh and also he made alphys braindead by quite literally scrambling her brain. yeah this au is rough sans hasn't really eaten anything since the core was destroyed since he decided not to eat any humans.

Dusttale: i think this was originally a korean au? basic rundown: too many genocide runs sans goes apeshit and tries to get his Lv up by killing monsters himself man went fuckin insane kills his brother blah blah blah edgy angsty au the ghost of papyrus haunts him n stuff. sans literally just looks the same except he has his hood on and sometimes artists draw him with papyrus's scarf. the cool artists draw him with his hood on and has the hood completely cover his face so u can only see his glowing pupils. although people call him dust sans he's actually named murder sans

Killer: so frickin similar to dusttale except sans goes apeshit because of the human being like "join me lmao". three different outcomes come from this. i think it was 1 sans joins human 2 sans joins human kills human later on 3 kills human or something. friends with color sans who is basically his impulse control. pretty sure his soul's fucked up and Color sans tries to make his soul un-fucked but Nightmare comes in and fucks up the progress. he has white shorts, his eye sockets are constantly pitch black and leaking tar or something also has a weird target thingy on his chest. OH YEAH ALSO HE HAS BEEF WITH UNDERSWAP SANS ALMOST FORGOT. basically swap sans tried to make killer good and then they had a fight, swap sans lost and was on the verge of dying thankfully swap papyrus was able to save him in time i think

Dreamtale: Dream isn't in the drawing but his brother, Nightmare is. Sooo he used to not look all goooy and have tentacles n stuff but then he ate a couple hundred apples and yeah. he's six years old apparently. Nightmare and Dream are supposed to be guardians of a tree that has 500 golden apples and 500 black n goopy apples. the golden aples are positive and the goop ones are negative. you're not supposed to eat either of them cus bad shit happens. Dream and Nightmare live in a village and for whatever reason they're all dicks to Nightmare because ooughh he's the guardian of negativity that's not baller. he also goes apeshit (do u see a pattern here) and eats a goopy apple n then becomes the goop man he is today. he fuckin eats 999 apples jesus christ. and the last one is eaten by Dream because if u eat all 1000 apples u become unstoppable and immortal. so that would be a bad thing if nightmare got the last one. wop wop wop these dude aren't sanses they only have the body of one if that makes sanse.

Error: manlet. he's literally an error and that's why he's like that. also he's technically not a sans now, the redesign for him was so that he could be in the creator's webcomic named Lucidia. Error sans, aka the destroyer of aus, finds aus to be mistakes so he tries to get rid of them. his process of doing this is simple: get the human soul to the void so that they can't reset, destroy the au. he primarily attacks using his strings which can wrap around one's soul and control them. he like some aus like outertale because of how open and empty it is. he likes to be alone and has haphephobia. if u touch him he'll glitch out and possibly crash. he crashes whenever gets overwhelmed. said crashing causes him to shut down and reboot and he's powerless while doing so. he's actually pretty easy to beat if you know how to push his buttons the right way. in the og ask error blog made by his creator Loverofpiggies he kidnaps Swap sans who tries to help Error become a better person. this ends horribly as error leaves Swap sans in the void who then becomes an error aswell due to being alone in the void too long. Error actually regrets doing that to swap sans

Aftertale: OK FUN FACT THE SANS OF THIS AU, WHO'S NICKNAMED "Geno" IS ERROR. aftertale is a comic made by LoverofPiggies it's been SOOOO long since i last read it so i cant really give a good summary. but anyways Geno is trapped in the loading screen with the human and will die if he leaves the loading screen. eventually from being in the loading screen for too long after the events of aftertale he becomes Error.

OOF WOWIE THERE'S SO MUCH TO GO

Underfresh: he's not even a sans either. "Fresh" is a parasite inhabiting a skeleton. his birthday is on 4/20 which is ironic cus he doesn't like drugs. he censors swears. he speaks 90's lingo and dresses like a neon sign. for some reason he has eyebrows and a gold tooth. the glasses he has can change text but normally defaults to "YOLO". he can't feel anything since he has no soul of his own and just latches onto the host's. instead he learns how to act from the people around him. not being able to feel actually bothers him a LOT

Echotale: Aka Gaster sans. uhhh this one was also a comic if i remember correctly. basically Frisk and G!Sans are the only ones in the au and they're trying to find the core to fix the fucked up timeline that they're in but the core keeps changing positions so that sucks.

Swapfell: originally made by Khhoppang who left social media. Started out as an Alphys x Undyne au so only those two were designed but Kh was planning to design more of the characters. before they could people had a field day with the idea of mashing two aus together and SO many people came up with their own designs for sans and papyrus. Khhoppang left social media because they got overwhelmed with all the art reposters and stuff, pretty sad. the appearance of the sans in that au is the purple one with a scythe (i dont think he has a scythe in the og design).

Swapfell Red: so basically this is the swapfell made by people that isn't Khhoppang. community made per se. Sans's appearance changes constantly because as said before many people made many different designs. typically he just looks like Swap sans but with red high heel boots and his color scheme fits underfell

Fellswap (gold): Au made by blackggggum. so swapfell is underswap turned fell, fell swap is underfell swapped it takes a bit to understand that. his appearance is somewhat similar to Swapfell red. He's kind to his friends but if ur his enemy he'll fucking deck you. he's blind in his left eye, the leader of the royal guard, and secretly into dressmaking. fun fact in this au Papyrus has autism

Xtale: uuuuhhhh so Cross is a complicated one. he's part of the royal guard along with papyrus. has beef with xgaster. responsible for the downfall of his au and then Underverse happens and Ink is all "oh cool someone to mess with" and they became friends for a bit then shit hit the fan

Underfell: OOOOO YES UNIRONICALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITES. So Underfell sans is actually a very powerful mf and constantly has his magic eye activated because he has so much magic. This au is also technically an alternate timeline where monsters "lost their humanity" as the creator put it. so basically trust in the underground is scarce. Sans and papyrus, contrary to many interpretations i fucking hate, are actually on good terms (and no sans doesn't call papyrus "boss" the creator said if he does he'd do it ironically and papyrus would hate it). Fun facts he pays Grillby in socks (grillby accepts the socks as payment and wears them), if u make grillby laugh he gives u a jacket that looks like his and it's heavily implied that sans made him laugh because their jackets are similar

Underswap: ah yes another classic that i love as well. originally made by PopcornPr1nce who fled social media because they hated how the majority fandom treated Underswap (Blueberry and Carrot were popular names for the fanon swap papyrus and sans). Swap sans is constantly infantilized by the community which sucks and i hate it so i draw my own very super cool version of him whom i kin because i am also very super cool.

Outertale: mainly an aesthetic au pretty sure there's no comic of it. basically, instead of underground they in space. outer sans dies in underverse after like minutes of screentime lmao

Epictale: a comic made by Yugogeer. the og comic was retconned and the creator loathes the original version and made a reboot that's much better. Sans actually dies very early in it because Yugo hates how Sans is almost always focused on in aus. also the creator hates how meme-y their sans has become (like him saying bruh every single sentence, using a rubber chicken as a weapon, cookies, etc.) he's friends with Cross but not in canon. He has a purple magic eye that makes him immortal and i think only epic gaster could remove it which is how sans was able to be killed when he fought gaster.

Temmietale: it's undertale but everyone is temmie, don't question it

Trainertale: it's undertale but it's Pokemon, don't question it

Dancetale: it's undertale but you dance instead of fight, don't

Mobtale/Mafiatale: im unsure if mobtale and mafiatale are separate or not but they are very similar. basically undertale but mafia it's self explanatory

Undertale: no clue which au is this one, nope not at all/j

Bittytale or whatever idk: so take sans, make him small. boom. never understood this au

THAT BASTARD INK: HOOO BOY SAVED THE WORST FOR LAST. FUCK THIS GUY/j. THIS DUDE. IS THE REASON IM STILL INTO UNDERTALE AUS. I LOVE EM SO MUCH. also technically not a sans. He comes from an unfinished au and ripped his own soul to escape said au and became an outcode. for so long he was just a soulless husk until someone drew him and he got splashed with paint which let him feel. soon he learned to keep the paint in vials so that he can be able to feel 24/7. And then he learned how to create things with a paintbrush and the paint and spent time alone drawing up his own world until a portal appeared and took him to the multiverse. now he encourages artists to keep creating aus. he's the protector of aus in the sense that he keeps other outcodes from disrupting the script of the au, so if it's pacifist and an outcode tries to kill people he'd stop them, if it's genocide and an outcode tried to help them he'd stop them. no matter what he wants the au to stay on script. fun fact the creator of ink and the creator of error never had them interact with each other in canon, that was all the fandom's doing. Contrary to popular belief he's not really considered "good" his alignment is officially "Chaotic neutral". I personally interpret him a lot more chaotic than in canon because it's fun but he's a pretty chill guy actually. he can just be a bit of an ass sometimes. According to the creator of Ink (who is Comyet) his interpretation in Underverse is not canon compliant. one of the biggest canon things that underverse contradicts is Ink deliberately not taking his vials. if he were to do that in canon he'd become a husk again which is the equivalent of him "dying". he was described as a walking corpse by Comyet, without the vials he can't function anymore. Like Error he's pretty easy to beat if you know his weaknesses. also he has fears of empty spaces and being alone

off topic kinda but i very much love how Error and Ink are opposites yet parallel even though they were completely written without the other in mind. Error believes getting rid of aus is getting rid of anomalies. Ink believes people interfering with aus are anomalies. Error loves emptiness, Ink hates emptiness. list goes on it's funky fresh.

also uhhh sanses missing from that drawing that i can name from the top of my head

Seraphim sans, Insans, Dusttrust, He who shall not be named because he's from an 18+ au, Swapswap (yes. that exists), Storyshift, Inverted Fate (very good au i suggest checking it out), Negatale, Oceantale, Template, Pale, Mafiafell, Farmtale

my phone is at 9% y'all are spared from me going on

[imaginesbymk]

“Something’s Wrong with Mr. Pink.”

Reservoir Dogs One Shot

Summary: There’s been spark between you and Mr. Pink, but he’s one to shield his emotions. He realizes he’s starting to lose you, but he’s out of ways to win your heart. Desperate, he approaches Mr. White for help.

Pairing: Mr. Pink x Fem!Reader

Tags: swearing, sexist remarks, smoking + mentions of drug use (marijuana)

Non Requested

Word Count: 2,054

Author’s Note: as you can tell, quentin tarantino movies have been on my list!!! the reader is codenamed Miss Beige!! i never thought i’d have this much appreciation for steve buscemi until now, he’s such a cool guy :(((  also thank you @myriadimagines​ for checking my title capitalization aksnskdns - leave a like/reblog + feedback!!! <333

MR. BROWN gave Mr. Pink a ride to the next meeting, and the whole trip there, Brown rambled on and on about God knows what. It came through one ear and out the other for Pink. Brown didn’t seem to notice because of his investment of his proven theory of a movie he had seen and wanted to share it with someone. 

If he wasn’t listening in silence, Pink would always have something to say. It would usually be a comment, an opinion on something about social life. This one afternoon, he bit his tongue, despite the guys knowing his mind was occupied, even Nice Guy Eddie raised a brow. It didn’t start the day they were all given your colour coded names. It didn’t start the day they reviewed the plan of the heist with each other. It all started when you two were unintentionally left alone at the large dining table, moments after the guys had walked out the restaurant for something.

“Pink’s a pretty colour.” You gave him a reassuring smile, stirring your straw in your milkshake.

“To you.” 

“And to anyone else who would want to be codenamed Pink!” you scoff. “Sexist.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re Miss Beige,” he says, his mouth full of his toast. 

“And I happen to like my name. It’s a pretty colour,” you paused. “Just like pink.”

Pink huffs, swirling his coffee mug. “I can’t wait to smoke.”

“Lucky.”

“My buddy sets up Thai sticks like it’s one of those model boats in a bottle. It’s so fragile to him, and he saved one for me. Something tells me I owe him a shit ton.”

“You smoke Thai sticks?” you ask. “Your poor lungs.”

“Nah, I gotta smoke outta one anytime after coffee just for me to either black out or jump off the Empire State building by the time we hit Easter.”

You chuckled.

From the windows of the restaurant, you could see the guys standing outside their parked cars including Nice Guy Eddie and Joe, talking to each other about whatever. You could see their mouths moving, Nice Guy Eddie using a lot of hand motions at Mr. White, and Joe calling someone on the phone.

This wasn’t the first time you spent a limited amount of minutes alone with Mr. Pink. At Uncle Bob’s Pancake House, you two did sit close to each other, except Mr. Blue sat in between the both of you, and you had to lean forward to see Mr. Pink if he was speaking or if you two were giving each other looks if someone said something stupid.

If you were that childish, you would've considered the five minutes of alone time with Mr. Pink a first date - without the formal introduction. You two didn’t give each other your names because of Joe, but you wouldn’t mind slipping it out.

Silence, and then-

“I know this really cool café near my apartment. We should check it out sometime,” you blurted out.

Pink was in the midst of swallowing his food. He chokes on his ketchup dipped toast, taking his coffee mug to chase the contents down his throat.

“Wait a minute-” Pink cleared his throat, then cleared it again. “Are you-” he cleared his throat for the final time. “Are you asking me out?”

“Y-yeah,” you sheepishly smile, holding in your breath. “I mean, we can go get coffee, hang out at my place afterwards - it’s just a five minute walk - and sit on my couch, listen to K-Billy’s Super Sounds of the ‘70s, you can smoke your Thai stick, I wouldn’t mind...” By looking at Pink’s face made you trail off your words. You knew where this was going. 

“You couldn’t ask Brown or Orange?”

“No, I wanted to ask you. We’ve been talking lately, we seem to get along, thank God, and you’re really cool. Even when you can be an absolute dick almost all the time, you haven’t scared me off. Just one date, it won’t kill us.”

“A date...” he frowns a bit. “With you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” your heart sank.

“Nothing’s wrong with you, Miss Beige. Ya just got the wrong idea. We’re here for a job, not to hook up. If you want to suck someone off, try your luck with Mr. Blonde. Besides, I go for chicks at a bar. I know from experience, they’re always coming in hot - first come, first serve typa’ shit.”

“Right. My bad.” You felt yourself shrinking now, fighting the urge to get up and make a dash outta there, somewhere to scream in embarrassment, whatever emotion it was. 

“Excuse me.” Mr. Pink gets up and walks away, just as the rest of the guys start making their return to the large table.

“Where did Mr. Pink go?” Mr. Orange asked.

“Little men’s room, I’m guessing.” You sighed, sliding the milkshake away from you. “I’m full.”

“Something’s wrong with Mr. Pink. Did you guys get in a fight? We were only gone for five minutes,” Mr. Brown laughs.

You sat in silence, staring down.

“Nah, I bet she finally put him in his place and he’s crying like a baby in there,” Mr. Blue said, lighting the cigar in his mouth with a match.

“Most definitely not.” Mr. White shook his head, patting his pockets in search of his lighter. “That man’s a smartass, and smartasses like him know how to shield themselves. He’s fine. If anything, he can walk his ass home.”

Meanwhile, Mr. Pink calmly entered the restroom, placed both hands on each side of the tiny sink, stared at his reflection in the dirty mirror, and screamed in anger. 

He jumps when he notices a man had appeared from one of the stalls just a moment ago, staring at him worriedly.

“WHAT?!” Mr. Pink snaps.

If someone treated him like a friend, he goes along with it if they weren’t weird or creepy. If someone told a joke, he’ll laugh if it isn’t corny or cringeworthy. But if someone admitted their feelings to him? Let alone ask him out?

That was the thing: Mr. Pink doesn’t like the idea of vulnerability. He’s aware that it’s unavoidable, it’s human nature - he just chooses not to give into it. Mr. Pink won’t waste a breath giving anyone the impression that he’s easy to get along with and that he’s a kind of guy to not act like a complete jerk half the time, because that’s not true. Not on his behalf, at least. 

“Mr. White,” Mr. Pink approaches him in the vacant room at the hideout one day.

He knows people can judge. So he naturally survives on witty remarks, being a sarcastic ass most of the time, and coffee, coffee, and more coffee. Coffee times six. 

Mr. White finishes combing his hair in the small mirror, nodding at him as a response. “You all right, son?”

But at the same time, his heart was telling him he wants you all to himself.  “I got a problem...”

"SO you want my help?” Mr. White said, a few moments after Mr. Pink had explained the situation he was stuck in. “You’re completely hopeless right now? Gosh, is it my birthday already?”

“You’re full of shit,” Pink mumbled.

“Thought you’re s’posed to be a fuckin’ professional, like you said?” Mr. White chuckled. “I would have thought you would know what to do by now.”

“What am I, the Dalai Lama? I don’t know the answer to everything.”

“I mean... I kinda figured something was goin’ on between you two, I tried to warn her,” White shoots him a blank stare.

“Warn her?” Mr. Pink scowls. “Like I’m some fuckin’ tiger on the loose?”

“I did tell her: Listen, honey,” Mr. White grimaced, as he saw you like a sixteen-year-old teenager not knowing better than to get her heart broken. “Are you one hundred percent sure you like Mr. Pink? He’s a pretty cynical guy. You know he doesn’t tip waitresses?”

You shrug.

“Look, I know I can be very close to myself while very outspoken but,” Mr. Pink sighs. “I mean, c’mon, you’ve seen Miss Beige. Who wouldn’t want her? One time, she called in sick for a job she worked at just to play Super Mario World.”

“You could go there and apologize to her.”

“It’s not that easy, White.”

“How so? Just tell her you freaked out but you had a change of heart.”

“No, man. I could have accepted it right there and then, I could be taking her out somewhere, a place she likes, or that café she was talking about. But no, I turn into the cold piece of shit I always am ‘cause I’m a fucking-” Mr. Pink kicks the rusty chair in anger. “-idiot!” He kicks it again, hurting his foot in the process. He cries out in pain and hops away to the table for balance.

“Mr. Pink, it’s not too late to win her heart. If you really like her, and I can tell you’d take a bullet for her, then brush the professionalism aside for one second and make your move.”

“How?” he chuckles, taking a seat in the chair he had just kicked.

“Well, you can start by introducing yourself.”

“Already done.”

“No I mean, your name.”

“Whoa, whoa whoa. What we’re not gonna do is that.” Mr. Pink ran his fingers through his hair, turning his back to White to therapeutically stare at the light pink tiles on the walls. 

“Why not?” White shrugs. “I told her mine. And it’s-”

Mr. Pink turned around. “What?”

Mr. White furrowed his brows. “Huh?”

“You told her your name?” he said. In his mind he prayed Mr. White gave her a fake name on the spot.

“I mean, not just her. Mr. Orange, too. My first name and where I was from, it was a normal conversation.”

“...WHY?!” Pink’s voice echoed in the warehouse.

“Orange asked.”

“You know what Joe said, we’re not supposed to reveal any personal info about ourselves!”

“Joe said this, Joe said that- fucking teacher’s pet,” Mr. White mocks.

“What the hell were you thinking, White?” he shouts.

“How else can you and Miss Beige take a step further if you can’t even tell each other your fuckin’ names? Just introduce yourself, Pink. That’s one way to start,” Mr. White says.

“And what if she doesn’t like my name?” He could only come up with such a question like that.

“What is your name?” 

“Fuck you, man.” Mr. Pink stood up from the chair, earning a chuckle from his colleague.

“All right, if you won’t tell me your name, then tell y/n. Y/n should be the only one who can know.”

Mr. Pink turned back to him again. “Y/N?” he says. “That’s her name?”

Mr. White nods. As heated as Mr. Pink was, he knew one day your name would have to fall out of his lips and not a colour, and he wouldn’t mind that. Y/N...

Mr. Pink wouldn’t mind that one bit.

FROM now on, the café near your apartment complex would be your go-to. It was a café not too small but not too big, and no one would bat an eye if you showed up in your pajamas. The following Saturday you went there alone, sipping your coffee and turning to the second page of the morning paper. 

What sucked was the fact that after you were turned down, you came to think that Mr. Pink wouldn’t be able to see how cool the interior was. He sure was missing out. Sure his Thai stick won’t be stinking up your living room while throwback songs from the ‘70s play on the radio, but indeed, sucks for him.

“Shit, you were right, y/n. This place is pretty neat.”

The newspaper crinkled when you lowered it down. Standing at the foot of your booth was Mr. Pink. This time he didn’t have on his silly Hawaiian shirt like last time, and no, he didn’t ironically wear pink as a kind gesture. He did look good in a white tee, though. 

You had to smile. He knew your name. And you wondered how...

“Oh, Mr. Pink. Morning,” you nodded.

He takes a seat in front of you. “C’mon, we’re not at work. Just call me—”

THE END

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TAGLIST: @locke-writes

[vamprnce]

Cold Night's

Prompt: What if in SR3 Chris had a dream that Johnny came back? Only to wake up and remember he’s gone?

I kinda wrote this as if Johnny was still alive in his dream?? ig that's the same thing,, it has a slight ref to the beginning to srtt also when boss says it'll be fun to rob a bank in 2, also Moni makes an appearance! srtt is super angsty I love it

He checked his phone at least a hundred times that night at the bar. Chris sat at the counter waiting for Monica to show up. He's been depressed lately and Moni decided to take him out for some fun. But he just sat waiting for her ass to finally show up. He checked his phone one more time before retreating it back in his jacket pocket. Gulping the rest of his whiskey, he slammed down the shot glass on counter top and stood to go play pool.

A few minutes in the game Moni crashed through the front door abruptly. "The fuck is up, bitches!?" Moni exclaims loudly to the whole bar swinging her arms up, making to crowd cheer and clap for her presence. Chris and Moni were regulars at the Broken Shillelagh now, it was their spot. Mostly to get wasted and play pool, which is exactly what was planned.

Chris stood on the side of the table as she walked up towards him and stood on the other side. He leaned his body over the table to get close to her with the most unamused look plastered on his face. "The fuck were you at?" He says frowning. She sighed and put one hand on the edge of the table, rolling one of the balls around with her finger tip.

"Look I'm sorry I'm late, Shaundi and Pierce were arguing about some shit then dragged me in it. I wouldn't have cared but it really looked like Shaundi was gonna murder someone." She explains with a laugh, Chris looked at her with arms crossed his chest, still looking unamused. He wouldn't have got annoyed at her for being late but she also never called. "Stop making that face, I said I'm sorry!" Moni said with the most apologetic look on her face.

He shook his head and laughed thinking about the scene she described to him. Those kids never change. "Whatever, you're here now. Wanna do some shots?" He says smirking and pointing at the bar over his shoulder. "Shit yeah!" She excitedly agrees. They both stride over to the bar and Chris ordered a round of shots for the night.

With all the shit that's happened he hasn't been the same. The toll on him of Johnny's death was high and left him in ruins. Moni felt the same way but she can see how much more he missed Johnny, they were inseparable and never away from each other. It hurts to see how miserable he's been about it, even he acts like he's not. Getting him out and distracting him seemed the best option she can take since he refuses to be open and talk about it.

They both sat at the bar and chatted. Moni raised her glass smiling, Chris raised his too clinking both their glasses together. The night was going well so far, shots were downed and drunk laughter loudly filled the bar. They stayed there until a little after 1 am, both heavily drunk but still managed to stumble to Monica's car. It would've been smarter to take a cab but both of their judgement was impaired.

She slid in the driver's seat as Chris collapsed in the passengers giggling. Starting up the car and pulling out into the road she decided to go the penthouse since it was more closer. On the way there they joked around. "Oh my god, you... you remember when first met? Fuckin' out here shaking your ass around on top of the bar at Pussies." She laughing her ass off trying to drive straight, they were close to the apartment. She looked over when she didn't hear Chris laughing with her and saw him slumped way down in the seat passed out. She laughs and shakes her head.

They arrived safely at the penthouse and she was left to drag him all the way up upstairs. She put an arm around him for support and help him to the elevator, getting to the top floor she drags him inside the apartment to couch. He basically fell on top of it. Moni stayed for the night but retreated to one of the spare rooms. Chris eventually left alone passed out on the couch.

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There was shooting and cops everywhere. It was a messy plan to begin with but impulsive. "Hey let's go rob someone, no! A bank, yeah, a fuckin' bank!" Chris says eye wide and filled with excitement, he grabbed at Johnny's arm as they were driving around. He looked like a five year old in a candy shop. "We get to cause some chaos? I'm not in if we don't blown up the bank." Johnny muses.

"Bitch, we blowing up the bank and the cops then run with all the cash. By the time they get us we'll be on our own island somewhere." Chris was smiling wide. "We doin' this?"

"How can I say no to blowing up cops and an island?" Johnny says smiling and fist bumping him over the plan.

Suddenly they were already at a huge bank, probably loaded with cash maybe billions. Everything went fast, guns were drawn and a warning shot rang through the building, making everyone startled and instantly drop down to the floor cowering.

Chris drawn the rifle at the teller telling them to hurry up. Bags of cash was handed over. There was so many, he couldn't even imagine how much these were worth. He looked over at Johnny and saw how phenomenal he looked right now, all seriousness on his face and body posture all while pointing his gun at everyone. If he wasn't robbing a bank right now he'd stand there and stare at him all day. He was so mesmerising.

The cops came shortly and they were already running out to the car, money and all. The building was surrounded and more shots rang out. They were now in a fire fight with the cops and his adrenaline was rushing through him. Both Johnny and him took cover by their car. "You better promise me that damn island." Johnny says, he was still smiling as he shot back at some cops.

Chris couldn't say anything, he just kept staring at him while he was shooting. It felt like he was frozen in time. He didn't care about the cops anymore he just loved witnessing Johnny in action, it made him feel alive. A feeling like butterflies filled his stomach, he loved it, he didn't want it to end. Loud noises rang out making him snap out of the weird trance he slipped into.

"Yo, we should get going." Johnny says abruptly. "Why'd mean, we can smoke all these assholes. I ain't done yet." Chris furrows his brows starting to shoot back now. Why leave? It was starting to get good now. He wasn't even close to running out of ammo yet and it seemed like endless supply of cops were pouring out of nowhere.

"We should go."

"Why do keep sayin--" Chris started to ask but some how they were already in the car on the highway. The cops were still chasing them when he looked behind him, the bags were in the backseat too. "What the?" He mutters to himself. He didn't have time to question anything. A cop sped up next to their car trying their best to shoot them out. Killing the driver was easy from him, the cop car stopped abruptly making a domino effect with the other cops tailing them.

It looked like the coast was clear. They speed down the highway to who knows where. Chris laughed, a laugh that sounded genuine and happy. He is happy, he felt amazing causing havoc with Johnny. It's everything he wanted, just to see him in his nature. "You see that Johnny, that was sick!" Chris hollers, raising his arm out to him for a high five.

Johnny smiles and high fives back. "Where we heading to now, Johnny?" Chris asks, but he doesn't get an answer. "Johnny?"

Everything went white and fuzzy.

--------------------

"Johnny!"

Eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly. He was panting and eyes wide, anxiety stirring inside him. He looked around and saw he was on the living room floor. He sighed deeply, crossing his legs and putting his head in his hands. It was just a dream but it seemed real enough. He was alive and he was beautiful.

All the good feelings were snatched away quickly as reality set in, Johnny wasn't alive and he wasn't here with him. It's something he hated deeply waking up to. He just sat there on the floor alone, and he felt it strongly. God, if he could dragged him back to earth right now, he would do anything to make that happen. Just to have his best friend and his only love back at his side, to have him alive and breathing. To have him wreck this city to the ground with him.

His heart ached and it made his chest hurt, it was indescribable. Thinking back to the smile Johnny had in the dream made it a thousand times worse. He hugged one of his legs and rest his chin on his knee, feeling so horrible and empty he tried his hardest not cry. He's tired of crying over his friends, tired of grieving.

Exhaling a shaky breathe he climbed on to the couch. He laid there staring up at nothing, he didn't want to think of anything.

He didn't fall back asleep.

[iceamericanoventi]

PHOSPHENES - Chapter 2

Day 1.

Day 4.

The next Monday, finally Taeyeon had a chance to meet Lee Jinki, the supposed head of the design team, and the studio as well. She almost dropped down her chair when a guy wrapped in grey turtle neck with sleek black hair approached her. His bangs sort of too long, swiped slightly to the side and it bounced fluffily each step he made.

“Heyho, Taeyeon. My apologize, I just have my time to greet you.”

The said man dragged the chair from Minho’s station and sit comfortably next to her, completely opposite with her state which still cannot swallow what just flashed before her eyes. Who knows her boss’s boss looks like what you described as sunshine on Saturday morning after a whole dreaded week?

“You greeted me on the email, already. Don’t worry about that.”

“I prefer to do it properly. Besides, my fiancé would gladly slap me right on the face if I got caught being manner-less.”

Ah, right. The fiancé. This man is taken and bonded to someone already, how on earth I even dare drooling over his beautiful appearance? Get a grip, Lee Taeyeon!

“God bless your fiancé, then.”

“I wouldn’t want any other way,” Jinki beams into very bright diamond, Taeyeon gulped down a lump of sickening air once again for seeing the scene, “So, how is it going so far? You like it here? Jonghyun passed my notes already last week, yes?”

“It’s going well, and yeah, you got the most awesome crew. I’m doing some drawing for the studio house, the one at the rooftop.”

“Ah, yes, yes. Mind if I take a look? Did Minho check it already?”

Taeyeon hesitated for a second, “Actually, I have no clue. Last week he was so busy and told me to just email it to him so he can review that. I did send it but haven’t heard anything from him until this morning, though.”

“This hybrid frog,” Jinki moved closer to the screen to assess the design she has been making, “This one, the façade. Umm, can you make two options of it? This one is okay, but with the full glass like this, probably we need more detail with the frame and glass later and my friend Kim Jonghyun there won’t be happy with that. Plus, the site is quite dense, we need confirmation from the client about this much of exposure. Push this wall back like around one meter, but check first, if it’s possible with the other room behind, and move the glass wall to the front another one or one and half meter. So we’ll have sort of small green house and solid wall then.”

The words Jinki recited sounds like a beautiful poet in her ears and she mentally smacked the back of her head because of that. Quickly she took her sketch book to explain what she meant by the idea.

“Well, I was thinking to provide more sunlight to the house since the location is crowded enough. However, what you’ve just said is all make sense.”

He sends her another sweet smile she nearly had another heart attack, “Completely understand. I like your idea, that’s why I asked you to make another option and not changed what you already did so far. Who knows the client prefer your design than mine, right?”

Dazzling light’s suddenly blinding her eyes when Jinki decided to turn into human torch. Taeyeon immediately thanking all of the good deeds she did for having such understanding boss like him. It swept all her anxiety at once because in the past, her boss was a middle age man who’s very demanding until the day she resigned from the position.

“Oh, and Taeyeon, actually I need the drawing for my parents’ house by Thursday or Friday. My fiancé and I will have family dinner on Friday night, so can you help me to prioritize that?”

I’ll do anything for you, Sir!

Taeyeon almost surrendered on her knee listening how soft and polite Jinki delivered his request.

“Yes, of course! I’ll fix this one very quickly then take care of that so hopefully on Thursday I’ll be able to show it to you. If there’s some stuff you don’t like, we will have time to revise that before Friday afternoon.”

“Sounds great. Oh, and one more thing, when Minho arrived discuss your work with him and tell him to go to my desk after.”

Jinki must have caught the sudden change of expression on Taeyeon’s face. He returned back to her side and crossed both his arms on her desk to support his leaning torso.

“What? Something’s wrong?”

“No, no, nothing!”

“Then why your face looks like I asked you to do some marathon at this very minute at this very weather?”

She bites her lower lips instantly, caught red handed. She knew she’s the worst with lying, especially to people who’s really nice with her.

“Maybe it’s just me. But I feel Minho is.. not comfortable with me.”

She tried so hard to pick her words, to avoid using the ‘hate’ word.

“Yet.”

“I know it’s only three days I’ve been here. He seemed doesn’t want to work with me. Well, like I said before, maybe I’m just being too sensitive. Nevermind. You’re right. He needs more time to adjust. I’ll convey your message to him, then.”

Taeyeon put her smile, but it’s so flat and unnatural Jinki can only chuckle seeing her flustered attitude.

“Listen. You may have heard one or two things about him from the other. But trust me. As far I know, and I know very well, he’s a really good architect. And a friend who’s very great, kind, and warm. I’m agree that his façade, plus those huge eyes, they’re intimidating sometimes.”

“Very. You have no idea.”

Her honest opinion got him cracking on the spot.

“Lee Jinki! Your fuckin’ fiancé threaten to burn the office down if you’re not answering the phone call! Go back here and take care of your phone that had been ringing hundred times! Stop torturing me!!”

Jonghyun popped out from the glass room and shouted to the whole office.

“That’s my cue. I’d better go back there before you need to find another place to continue your internship!”

He winked quickly and dashed into the glass door that just slammed shut by Jonghyun. She winched silently for the idea of sitting together to discuss her progress with Minho. The man didn’t do anything wrong, though, he barely did anything. His desk seemed more like bus stop instead a work station. If anyone summed up the entire encounter happened between Taeyeon and Minho, it would be no more than five hours, which includes the time they passed each other at the toilet’s entrance or on the office corridor.

But miracles happened this morning. The handsome architect looks like in a very good mood. He arrived thirty minutes later and even stopped by near the vending machine and jokes around with Amber who was kicking the poor machine for swallowing her coins. The way they slapped each other’s arms and loud chattering proofs Jinki’s right, he is a warm person.

She cursed her sensitivity for asking too much. So when he passed her, she put the best smile she had and shakes the negative thoughts off her mind.

“Good morning, Minho!”

On the other hand, the latter is not ready with such jolly greeting. When the image of an innocent girl offering a smile that worth all his time of the day, he’s forced to chew his inner cheek and took his best effort composing some words.

“Oh, good morning.., Taeyeon.”

Are you fifteen years old or what, Choi Minho?! What’s with the unnecessary stutter?

“How’s your weekend?”

“Was okay. Saturday with friends and Sunday with my family.”

Taeyeon tilted her head to the side directing her attention fully to Minho, without fail making the tall guy flustered and rushed to turn on his computer so he can hide the crimson tint on his cheeks he’s yet realized not that apparent but feels very intense on his skin.

“Sounds nice.”

She turned back to her screen, sighing contently, imagining patting her own back for dropping her pride and actually trying to approach him with friendly conversation. Not so bad, Lee Taeyeon.

“And you?”

Did I hear correct? He’s actually asking me? Not working-related topic?

“Me?”

“Well, Suho is not around and I believe Hyungsik over there is engrossed to some outer space songs blasting from his headphone I wished he bought a better one because as we can see or rather listen, I don’t need to ask him to know what he’s listening too. So. Yeah, you.”

“Well, I worked during weekend too. So it was tiring, but fun somehow.”

“Cool.”

Minho pulled a super short smile and left Taeyeon almost dropping her jaw, waiting for further words which never came out from him. She shrugged and decided she was just lucky the past five minutes. Until she remembered what’s Jinki said earlier.

“Uh, Minho?”

“Hmmm?” he didn’t move his eyes from his phone.

“About the houses. Jinki asked me to discuss the design and his input this morning, and after that he asked you to go see him.”

He cocked his head suddenly with the why-don’t-you-tell-me-earlier expression hanging under his forehead. Quickly he grabbed his notes and folder from the drawer and stood up from his seat.

“Where are you going?”

Taeyeon can see crystal clear how Minho hesitated not to roll his eyes, “To see Jinki.”

“Yeah, but he said we need to discuss this first.”

“I got important meeting with a client in twenty minutes.”

The words rolled out his lips sounds tougher than any construction Taeyeon ever designed, but this time she didn’t back down even from where she sits, his board built looks two times more threatening.

“I understand. By any chance, have you checked my email last week?”

“No, I was very occupied with the last apartment that I visited.”

 He doesn’t even feel bad. Guilty? My ass.

“Then how can I proceed with this without your approval?”

She must have raised her voice quite far for Changmin turning his head quickly to the crime scene. Minho, although, didn’t budge an inch and match his stern gaze to Taeyeon’s.

“Well, nobody’s here to baby sit anyone, for your information. Being independent is also a task given to you.”

“I’m not asking anyone to take care of me, but since we work in a team, at least we need to talk over some stuff here, no? What’s the point coming here if I just need to do it by myself? You can just send the work to my email and I didn’t need to leave the house.”

The girl cannot believe what she blurted out, however, it’s more than too late to fix the atmosphere.

“Why are you complaining to me? Those jobs are from Jinki.”

The displeased look he gave to her is not helping her rage at all. However Minho doesn’t look like he’s done venting out his anger so Taeyeon complied right away.

“But you’re my direct superior. I thought I supposed to go through you first before stepping on you and just run to Jinki.”

“Your application said you have working experience before. You should know how to handle a project if your colleague got handful stuff on their end. You can always return to your beloved United Kingdom for some charity if working here is too tough for you.”

What she asked is just two ways communication but what she got in returned is baseless accusation. Taeyeon cannot hide her disappointment anymore.

“Now excuse me, Jinki is waiting and I have no time to ruin my day with argument.”

Ruin your day? Talked about you ruined my whole week ahead!

After he left, she took her iPod and went to the other direction, hoping to cool her head with solitude in the pantry. Changmin grabbed his phone right away and typed rapidly on it.

To GameKyu:

The new intern is no joke. She just shoved her guts under Minho’s nose. Did I tell you I put dibs on her yet? If not, now you know!

He tossed his phone to the table just like that before entailing Taeyeon’s silhouette that just disappeared from his sight. He dragged Bora on the way from her seat, knowing that the girl wouldn’t miss such a gossip.

One and half hour later, Minho returned to his desk just to find some drawing printed and placed neatly next to his keyboard. A small post it attached at the right top corner.

‘Please review it before you hop on your next schedule. This only needs 15 minutes. Thank you.’

He sighed heavily while tracing the small notes before his eyes.

‘You haven’t checked it yet? Open your email. Now. In front of me. And tell me what do you think about that. Don’t you dare shoot me another excuse. Now. I knew you have your phone.’

Words from Jinki are still roaming his thought. He glanced to his side, with her hair pulled up into a bun, her neck looks even more slender. Judging from her back view, he would never guess she could stand her ground and voiced her thoughts like that.  

The cold treatment she gave when he passed her desk and how the cable of her earphone plugged on visible from his position makes him sighed again. He took a marker in front of him and started sketching on the printed layout.

***

Taeyeon has been sitting in the same position on her bed for almost an hour now. Her eyes glued to the sticky note in front of her. She recites the words hundred times in her mind but nothing changes, means it’s real. It’s not only in her imagination.

‘I’ve checked these and put some notes and sketched some details needed. Already took pictures and send it to Jinki. You can continue both options for the rooftop house. Sorry if I was being a jerk earlier.’

When she returned after lunch, she didn’t expect she’d found set of paper she decided to print after Bora and Changmin calmed her down, laid out on her closed laptop. Looking around, she realized no one’s in her team available on their post. Not even Hyungsik, the guy who’s almost always hooked with his Spotify at the corner.

Much more to her surprise is when her eyes caught the bright green paper attached on it.

“It’s not a dream, isn’t it?”

Couple more slaps on her cheeks and it still stings just like the first time she did. She picked the sticky notes once again, this time up to an inch to her nose. God, his handwriting is beautiful!

Quickly she grabbed the papers splattered on her duvet and carefully following every single line Minho carved on its surface. Half of her conscious, Taeyeon is embarrassed by her own demeanor, who’s giggling only because of stupid sticky notes? Because of simple lines engraved on a paper?

“Krystal!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs but since nothing’s happened she repeated it, this time louder than an ambulance siren, “Jung Soojung!!!”

“What the heck, Lee Taeyeon?!”

Her roommate’s standing at the threshold, breathing unevenly, shoulder length hair still wet from unfinished shower time, Krystal tried to tie her bathrobe before catching a cold.

“We have a problem. A big problem.”

“What? Did you hurt yourself? Where? How?”

Taeyeon shakes her head with all her might. She squinted to the paper at her hand and locked her gaze to Krystal.

“I may or may not, have a crush on my cold-as-bitch boss.”

***

GameKyu [GK] : I didn’t see the intern today at lunch

Max  : We went together to the steak place across the street

GK   : We? #smirk #evilgrin

Max  : Me, her, Bora, and Henry

Max  : I wish only me and her, tho :/

GK   : kkkk, over Minho’s dead body

Suho : Something happened when I’m not around?

Max  : You missed a huuuggeee drama

Suho : What drama?! Why nobody tell me?!

GK   : Minho got a very nice upper jab by the little girl

GK   : Didn’t see it by myself, but, Changmin is always convincing whenever he did the story telling

Suho : HOW?!

Max  : Next time I will put my go-pro on right on the top of my monitor

Suho : HOW?!

Max  : She has some balls to fight Minho back

Max  : I told you she’s something since her 1st day

GK   : Funny thing is, Minho was intrigued

GK   : Someone needs to explain this

Suho : The Almighty is shaken? By a little girl?

Max  : Dude, you just blew up some hidden code

Suho : Sooorrrryyyy

Suho : He knew already btw, that we called him name behind his back

GK   : Yeah, I still remember his restless face when he confronted me

GK   : Making a fuss over such childish stuff

GK   : Like a five years old kid who doesn’t get his share of candy

GK   : The Almighty.. more like The Mighty Ducks

GK   : kkkkkkkkkk

Max  : Then we need to find another name then

Max  : The Almighty is too good for him anw :P

Suho : Back to my question. How on earth he’s knocked down by a little girl?

Minho: Stop saying a little girl, Kim Joonmyeon. She’s 2cm taller than you and fyi, I’m not knocked out

Minho: You guys know that I’m in this group as well, right?

Max  : That’s why I said what I said..~~ #dancing

Max  : But since you’re here already, Mr. Almighty, where did you get her profile information?

Max  : Some people would just say she’s tall

Max  : 2cm taller? Did you carry a ruler around?

GK   : Ohooo.. someone’s jealous..~~

GK   : kkkkkk

Suho : Jealous?

GK   : Don’t you remember Changmin kept telling us he put dibs on her?

Suho : This means war! #runaway

Max  : U too?

GK   : You know something?

Suho : You know I have a girlfriend already

GK   : No way

Suho : Yes way

Max  : No way

Suho : I think I should go

Max  : Don’t u dare leaving after dropped the bomb

Suho : I didn’t drop anything

GK   : U and ur sorry ass can die later but Changmin got his point

GK   : I’ll hunt you till the end of the world if you don’t unzip your lips

Suho : This is cyber bullying, Cho Kyuhyun

Suho : I’m outta here

Max  : Gotta finish what’ve u started, man

Max  : Spill it or I will voluntary pick u up tomorrow morning

Max  : Tormenting you during the trip to the office sounds like a nice breakfast

Suho : The hell, dude

Suho : U r freaking psychopath

GK   : No one is torturing anyone

GK   : But I don’t mind if it gets me a nice story, btw

Minho: All of u sound like group of very nosy women in my apartment building

Minho: Aren’t u tired gossiping around?

Minho: U r not fifteen anymore, for God’s sake

Max  : He wrote a lot! :O

Max  : Kim Joonmyeon you better says something or tomorrow morning can be now

Suho : DUDE!! Minho just sent me a private message

Suho : HELP

Suho : SOS

GK   : No pict = hoax

GK   : Screenshot

Minho: Kim Joonmyeon

GK   : He’s ur boss only in the office

Suho : Yeah, a dead ass boss

Suho : I’ll tell you when I’m resigning

GK   : You are so not fun

Max  : So I can still put dibs on her or not?

Minho: Your girlfriend is waiting in Japan, you idiot

GK   : Now you know

Suho : Now you know

Max  : Now I know

Minho: What do you know?

Ten minutes later

Minho: Someone answer me. What do u know?

And another ten minutes passed with Minho having staring contest with a still screen. Everyone is purposely ignoring him for some obvious reason. He dragged his hand to massage his suddenly stiff neck.

This is not happening. How on earth Suho had to catch me looking at her direction for too long? And why should I have flustered when I realized he was watching? Don’t blame me if she looks so enchanting while laughing on a casual chat with Bora and Sunny!

He peeked once again to his phone, hoping some notifications popped up on it. Little did he know, Kyuhyun’s already back in his game and Changmin’s having a video call with his across the ocean girlfriend. Suho’s actually thinking to type something, but he took too much time to contemplate, Minho gave up already.

He grabbed his hair so tight, getting more frustrated and threw his phone to the bed before heading to the shower.

***

So, I hope the setting of tumblr doesn’t wrecked how it is looked in my AFF because I just don’t have time right now to fix the mess here. I will try on this weekend. After I’m done cleaning my shoes tho. Anyway. Enjoy, lovelies! XOXO

[sinclaiir-blog1]

adjokdasdms hello !! i’m your friendly neighbourhood lucy, and this beautiful small bean is tessa. in case you can’t tell, i suck at introducing myself, but i am going to try my diddly-darn best. click under the cut to hear me ramble some more, so i don’t jumble your dash with my 3am definitely-not-diet soda fuelled zeal !

potential TW; child abuse, physical & emotional abuse, death.

so, you’ve made it this far! as i’ve probably said like three times already, i’m lucy, gmt, and i go by she/her pronouns. i’m also small & need friends ok. but enough about me, and more about the potential love of my life, tessa sinclair. be warned, it is the early a.m and my brain feels like an unfortunately mushy bowl of scrambled eggs, so bear with me ! 

before:

okay, let’s go from the very start. thea’s the youngest of a set of twins by two minutes, born at 00:01, february 29th 1996 in harlem, nyc. unfortunate. her mom was a french exchange student who fell in love with her dad during college, and somehow managed to stay in love.

as a kid, it’s safe to say tessa took after her mother. a soft, small bundle of a child, she was infatuated with books and football and the ocean, which she’d never seen. a weird combination, but her favourite. her twin brother also claimed he took after their mom, and they all agreed anyway — mostly because neither of them wanted to resemble their father.

he took his frustrations out on his wife and kids. after drinking, after losing a bet, after her mother forgot to make dinner. nora sinclair tried to shield the two children, but it was never enough. 

even when tessa ran her fingers over the bruises & winced at the pressure, her mother still defended her father, no matter what. it was from her mother that she learned to be quiet & meek & forgiving, but learned to be thunderous & angry & wild from her father. she always ignored the latter part of herself, but some sneaking part of her always knew that she still shared the same amount of genes with both of them.

this is the part where i fell asleep last night at like 3:30am sry

so it’s same to say life was .. not the best. despite her father’s angry words & quick fists, they stayed with him. he never changed. they weren’t the most well off, but they got by. tessa & her brother started school, and it was a godsend, because maybe if they away from the house for seven hours a day, he’d hate them less.

school was her favourite part of growing up. she was always a smart little girl & flourished there. she spoke english & french fluently, thanks to her mom, and that was her biggest party trick. she laughed a lot & had plenty of friends, but she passed the bruises off as clumsiness & never invited friends back home. still, no one cared enough to question past that.

when she was thirteen, her mom passed away. freak car accident. two days later, her father drank himself to death. suddenly, their family was a lot smaller.

TLDR: younger of twins. bubbly child. an abusive father and a meek mother. orphan by thirteen.

during:

so, tessa and her brother were put into the foster system. no one wanted a set of awkward thirteen year olds. if anything, tessa was just glad they were together. a lot of siblings didn’t even have that.

the bubbly little girl became a lot more reclusive. she turned to books, whilst her brother turned to crime. she’d help him, occasionally; not because she enjoyed breaking the law, but because with her brain & his brawn, they could probably do just about anything.

they spent five years moving from foster home to foster home. he was a juvenile delinquent, and she wouldn’t stay anywhere he wasn’t. however, by the time they were eighteen, they could finally get out of that place.

cue chicago. theo started working odd jobs, a mechanic, a cashier, a pizza delivery guy. their mom had left them some money; not much, but enough to get by. tessa started community college, majoring in english and teaching, and it was there that she met finn.

they fell wildly in love. he was a year or two older, an english student, and the most perfect man she could ever have dreamed up. he was tall, blonde, blue-eyed, and all-american — with a smooth demeanour and a knack for saying all the right things. he helped her to laugh more again, to say hi to strangers on the street, to walk by the lakeside & read romantic poetry. they danced together & he never minded when she stood on his feet. one night, laying in bed together in the dark, she told him about her mother, her father, her life until now. he was quiet for a moment, but whenever he pulled her into his arms, she felt safe. he rescued her.

after six months, they moved in together. life was beautiful. she continued her studies while he started his first proper full-time job. they adopted a kitten together, went for long walks and exotic vacations with his daddy’s credit card, wrote poetry about each other. everything was fine, at first. they were still the same people they’d always been. tessa and finn, tessa and finn, tessa and finn. she used to repeat their names like a mantra. it took a year for things to change.

he began to act more moody and domineering, in a fearsome mood when he came home. sometimes he was drunk. most of the time he was sober. he’d accuse her of cheating on him while he was at work, he’d curse and yell and smash bottles, eyes fierce with something terrifying. but immediately, he’d begin to plead. i’m sorry, i love you. i’m stressed. i’m tired. i don’t know what i’m doing. i need you.

it started with emotional abuse. belittling, swearing, bringing up every little mistake she’d told him in complete trust. but soon, he began using physical violence to try and break her spirit. his fists connected with her jaw, her lips, her neck. bruises laced her shoulders and arms, stomach too. soon, she was an expert at covering the purple blemishes with makeup.

she thought maybe if she loved him enough, he’d change. her mother had always taught her that love was unconditional. love never gave up. no matter what. so she stayed. she’d console him after an argument; arms wrapped around him, ignoring the split lip or the black eye, as he cried into her shoulders. he’d show up at home the next day with flowers and a stack of books, lips sweet with the taste of apologies and lies. it never changed.

one day, she left him. they’d had a big fight; it was about something stupid, but as his anger escalated, he began to shove her around. he pinned her by her neck against their wall, smashing an empty beer bottle against the table and holding the shattered glass up to her face. she cried and begged, but he had entirely snapped. he left her deaf in one ear, and with a nasty scar along her jawline. something similarly snapped inside of her. she couldn’t stay here any longer.

TLDR: started community college, and met the man of her dreams. her prince charming quickly turned into the beast. finally left him after a vicious argument. she’s finally realised what a monster he is. still petrified, but no longer in love.

after:

while he was at work the next day, she grabbed anything she could shove into her old camping backpack. she took any cash they had. he had control over her bank account, and so she left with not much else. 

in the days that passed, he called her phone hundreds of times. terrified he might find her, she turned it off. unable to go back home, she began to couch surf. she currently lives from place to place, laying low and trying to avoid all her old haunts.

her brother is currently in prison after a burglary gone wrong, otherwise, she’d have stayed with him. she hasn’t told him about it yet because she knows that if she does, when he gets out, he’ll kill her ex.

she tried to transform herself. she’s become a lot more guarded & cautious, wary of everyone and everything. she can’t go back to her old job, so she took up a new one; underground fighting. despite her kind nature & wiry frame, she’s a force to be reckoned with. she’s from a family of ex-cons, after all, and she uses her elbows and knees like they’re knives. it’s become something of an outlet for all the emotions she never let herself show when she was with finn. the bruises she gets now are of her own choice.

she’s still soft & small. she still enjoys unfinished novels and chocolate milkshakes. she still sleeps with one foot out of the covers and still counts the tiles on the ceilings. but she’s gone through hell and come out stronger. she’s tougher & braver, and stands up for herself a lot more now. tessa hides the quiet little girl beneath a brash and bold woman .. she’s a giant freakin’ facade. she projects an aura of false confidence, of fake happiness and self-assurance, but the one thing she’s still terrified of is him. 

she suffers pretty bad insomnia & ptsd as a result of everything. panic attacks are another big problem. she’s lucky that they’re relatively infrequent, but when they do hit, they’re insufferable. 

she’s become the queen of appearance. she knows how to smile regardless of what just happened, and acts like everything is fine. there are still days that she apologises incessantly, cries at loud noises, or feels totally worthless and takes the weight of the world on her shoulders, but she still doesn’t let people see beyond the mask of total happiness.

the ~real her~ only really comes out in brief flashes. in the mellow morning sunshine when she’s tying up her hair, late at night when her glasses are slippin down her face and she’s reading bad poetry, when she’s just won a fight & the sweat is shining off her skin and she wears a triumphant grin. that’s tessa.

TLDR: left her abusive boyfriend three months ago. is currently homeless and couch-surfing. now works as an underground fighter. has transformed her entire personality. still terrified of her ex.

THE END. hope y’all enjoyed me writing a 500 page novel.

it got sUPER FUCKIN’ long, pals, sorry about that. i’ve never played her before so i’m just tryin to ~flesh everythin out~, ya feel? check out the TLDRs if u want a brief lil summary. i’m v. ready for this & please, feel free to like this and i’ll slide into ur IMs for plots & connections. here’s a few random wanted ones for shits & giggles.

best friends: tessa feels like the Worst friend bc she probably doesn’t tell them anything that’s actually going on. at some point, may probably break down & cry & tell them everything. give me some good wholesome friendships yes pls

someone who’s letting her crash at theirs: this could go so many ways ?? either they’re like lowkey annoyed bc tessa has been sleeping on their couch for like a week and given no explanation, or mb they’re starting to get worried about her ... u catch my drift. give me anything.

some kind of romance: idk how to label this one bc i Suck, but ??? whilst she still has trouble entirely trusting men, she misses feeling loved & safe, even if it’s only for a night. she’s v. closed off and distant but just .. give her some real luv. slow burn, friends to lovers, “i fucking hate your guts” to “ahdhj whoops maybe i don’t”. anything.

then u have ur basic connections ... 

exes from before finn, ended on good or bad terms.

childhood friends

good/bad influences

and so forth