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part 1 of a little comic / art sequence that i've been working on! :D it's part tribute, part experimenting with brushes n colors and trying new thingz :]
and thus continues my endless quest of spreading the carrot fics like a plague! if you've seen my art floating around you probs already figured that this au holds a very special place in my heart, forever and always!!
if you haven't heard of it, it's a fic series by @crowned-ladybug called carrot soup!! it made me wish i could speak colors and i need more people to share my struggle xd
go check it out if you're into sweet voice lore and qpr level gayness and just wanna feel warm and soft and warm (hurt/comfort my beloved) <333 there are some heavier themes cos everyone's traumatized but they're working through it! be sure to check the tags and stay safe! <3
#hlvrai#half life vr but the ai is self aware#frenrey#carrots au#<- gotta remember to tag the other ones as well#yippie im so excited to finally start sharing these with people!!!#there will be at least 5 parts in total maybe more idk#i just wanted to illustrate this little snippet of the first fic#maybe i'll draw more of these if i get another vision#i am still trying to work on the animatic so that would probs include most of my visions anyway#i think im gonna post a wip sometime soon just in case i lose interest#also i crave validation and reading people's tags and comments makes me so so so happy!!!><#btw it kinda feels nice posting something like. after a while#cos it's been quite a bit since i finished this first.. part? page? thingy#and it's nice to finally stay out of the whole instant gratification thing#please do still go crazy in the tags tho? if u want?#mkay enough rambling for today i've got things to do#like be cozy n read fanfics n drink water n stuff yk?#all the important thingz#and who knows maybe i'll even make some progress on.. whatever it is that piques my interest today#by for now!!! take care and have a very orange day <3
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fully back in another âconsuming animated media and intaking irl people content not pertaining to one directionâ era and gawd it feels so good
#alex talks#truly been hard for me to gaf about Them for awhile now#so in terms of fic iiiiiâm not sure when iâll be writing again bc i really only write for specific interests i have#and i donât feel compelled to do so for anime dramas or kpop#(for a few different reasons)#like yes iâm still intending to finish stuff! but itâs not my priority at all rn just want to be transparent with anyone still curious#iâve been wanting to draw again so above all else that is my prerogative#iâve been reworking some characters i retired awhile ago + finally have a proper story for them!#+ thereâs some random fanart i wanna do too iâm just very rusty⌠all around so i gotta get back into the swing of things#ik iâm mostly just talking to myself here but still. just wanted to give a heads up in case anyone is like woah alex. whats going on here
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I wanna write bg3
But I wanna play bg3
But I wanna draw bg3
#drowning in the indecision#wanna finish my drawings#but also wanna at least get to the part of the fic where Halsin is actually#yâknow in the fic thatâs gonna center on him#but also like I could just go hit my 1k hours in game now#ya feel me?#bg3#adhd creative problems#i gotta do all the things
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ive got a few posts queued for today but i just wanted to personally say merry christmas!! to all my mutuals out there let it be known i think you're all so cool and hope you're doing well through the holidays (even if you don't celebrate!!) and to my followers thank you for sticking with me through my various other fandoms you did Not come here for it Will Happen Again (and happy holidays too!!)
#rambling rocks#ive got some dsmp ideas in the works but for now the most i can do is this sorta update post while i get everything figured out#(animatics- fic i gotta finish- also thinking of charms/keychains maybe! would anyone be interested in that? ill do a proper poll eventual#also got into rottmnt recently. very good!!! can't draw turtles (yet) but just know i loved it#tapping on the glass sorry i disappeared i fell into the river (school) and had to swim through the rapids (finals) like a salmon (yeah)#oh all the beautiful tumblr posts in my drafts i will put you in my queue soon i promise. ill return#anyway yeah just little updates for those who read the notes cause i love writing in the notes#i love that they're called notes im gonna start keeping my grocery list in here#milk#eggs#laundry detergent#merry christmas!!#and happy happy holidays!!#pebble post
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#periodical life updates#maybe when artfight is done i'll ask for avm art reqs; that seems fun. i wanna draw the colorful sticks#(<- has been mainly drawing the stickmin sticks for twitter)#wait i also mentioned i wanted to work on my selfship blog right? fck. and also my part for that map too.#jegus jace r.i.c.k.e.c. starlight youve got so many projects huh. well its good to write them down. ive got this thing i do where once i-#finish a big project i forget all other projects ive ever had. ''i was so caught up in the euphoria of not being busy with artfight anymore#''i forgot that my other projects existed!'' type beat. future jace check here when youre done artfight. you've also got a fic to write!!#and ecas to draw! you also wanted to do an oc sexyman tourney but you wanted to draw everyone portraits first so <3#stickmin comics (charles; randy; jegus we probably cant think of montana just yet) and also i still got the requests from there :'>#maybe a commission sheet. i might do kofi commissions they sound fun. real commissions stress me out hgkjh </3#infinite art project hell hfkjhf </3 didnt do much artfighting today due to dentist appointment. it was very unpleasant.#i need a lot of dental work done. i have to go back next week (RIGHT BEFORE SAHCON TOO LMAO) and i also gotta have my wisdom teeth removed#not then i think (hopefully i dont wanna be fcked up before sahcon :/) but eventually. ugh. mimserable.#my queue's running low again. im tired of filling it back up ough u-u#my new drawing tablet came in btw!! ive been drawing more comfortably again <3 gotta update my progress reports for artfight#ive been watching secret sleepover society though hjdfjkh they played a cute potion making game!! but i'll work on the spreadsheet now hdjk#okay done and posted! gonna take my dental meds and probably sleep or add more stuff to queue?#see ya! <33
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I was wondering just then what you had in mind for Father's Day and if you'd end up posting it lol (because I'm reading Love is a Flower again and got to the Mediating part.........)
i unfortunately have A Lot in mind for fathers day ( i mean thinking of situations where arakawa and/or jo are in Full Dad Mode is my specialty at this point (´â˝ď˝;;) ) so its just a matter of forcing myself to choose at least One option and committing to it â ď¸â ď¸
#snap chats#hey i had to run upstairs to devour a bag of veggie chips before responding â ď¸â ď¸#but thats the problem with my skull it's like. Idea Generator and i live to subject people to images so trying to pick ONE is agony#i just dont have the energy to draw EVERYTHING yk đŠ#esp with fatherhood and the arakawas.... my weakness....#of COURSE if i finish something ill post it im unable to hide things for long if i make something jvaELKVAEK#again as of right now its just deciding whether on wanna focus on jo or arakawa if not both#but things i really wanna do focus on jo so i'll PROB do that- esp to balance things out ig#idkidkidk like Again i already have things right on the mind to do i just gotta. pick one LMAO#thought of being sad for tomorrow but man ive been sad too much this month i might aim for something a lil more lighthearted#OW hurt my jaw with these chips but moving on from all THAT talking#what do you MEAN youre re-reading my fic jraLKJLKJ AN HONOR#ough i cant even remember what happens in my own fic but i think i do remember what youre talking abot vjeLKlakJ#INSANE sentence im just glad to hear you liked my fic enough to read it twice âŞ(´â˝ď˝) so thank you vajELKVJALK#ok i should probably have a proper breakfast i hear my sister yelling at me in my brain professor oak style#'you cant ride a bike in doors' bullshit ass 'veggie chips are NOT a proper breakfast !!!!!'
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having immense tetherverse thoughts once again
#hhhhhhhh the choice of What Do I Write First once uni is out#actually believe it or not I'm doing hq stuff today so I can get caught up for tensemi next wk#but hmmm i am endlessly flipflopping between jb/sw/623#depends what mood im in by then but tether sequel might be a contender now#(i say this but visions s2 drops 5/4 so it'll prolly be sw winning)#that or i will keep working away at these 2 non-op fics i need to finish#depends but uh#rn i love pkmn w all my heart and soul and i wanna do more bg scenes while i have this ipad#which means.. if i can afford to this week ill revisit the tetherverse dw list for ideas#(god i say THIS but i have to finish a handful of wips before the tablet is due#bc i can't keep it over finals week n the program i used this sem won't let me export psd files#meaning i gotta get these finished enough to export as pngs n draw over them)#mmmmmmmmmmmmm much more to do than anticipated
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đĄEBOUND âââ paige bueckers ( 1 )
synopsis: when college basketball stars paigeâs and leiaâs relationship crashes and burns, it was obvious it definitely wasnât supposed to turn out that way. and despite the hatred they show, somebodyâs gotta crack.
pairing: paige bueckers x female oc
warnings: not much just light angst and lore filling!
notes: newwww fic series! so excited for this one so brace yourselves for all the sexual chemistry in the world.. paige wants that cookie real bad like ???
flashback, 2022, november.
paigeâs point of view.
Leia and I sat side by side at the press conference table, microphones in front of us and the UConn backdrop behind. The teamâs third win of the season was secured, and I couldnât be happier to have done it with her. Thereâs a different adrenaline about college ball, and to experience it playing with Leia Barlowe was another feeling entirely.
A reporter stood up, clearing his throat, drawing my attention. âLeia, can you tell us about your dynamic on the court tonight? You and Paige seemed to have an almost telepathic connection.â
Leia glanced at me, her eyes sparkling with that familiar glintâthe one that made her look like she was up to something. God, I loved that look. âOh, you know, Paige and I just have that fifth sense. She can read me like a book.â
âFifth sense?â I mused, stifling back a laugh. I glanced down at her lips for a moment, the same ones that were dangerously close to her microphone. Iâm not dumb and I know this will get read into lately.. but I really couldnât help it.
âYeah, that âPeiaâ effect or whatever they call it.â She still doesnât realize that she said fifth instead of sixth.
The entire table laughed, not expecting her answer, I assume. She truly is a peopleâs person, but I like to think everyone is just a Leia person. How could you ever hate her? Leia had been media trained since she was in middle school filming commercials, so seeing her loosen up was a different thing. Not saying I hated it, though. The edits are pretty funny sometimes.
I leaned forward, letting my elbow graze hers, a deliberate but subtle touch. I knew what I was doing. âYeah, Leia and I have played together for years and I wouldnât have had it any other way. We spend so much time together, you know? We practically finish each otherâsââ
ââsentences,â Leia finished, laughing softly and rolling her eyes. âOr plays, in this case.â
The topic shifted to Dorka and Evina soon after, who had outdone themselves tonight. As the reportersâ focus moved away from us, I glanced over at Leia, watching as her ponytail swung behind her and she rested her head in her palm. Just looking ridiculously fine on a game night. I had a knowing smirk on my face, one that always catches.
Her eyes darted to me, eyebrows furrowing. âWhat?â
I shook my head, clicking my teeth and shaking my head. âNothinâ.â
present day, 2023, november.
paigeâs point of view.
By senior year of playing college ball, youâd think the nervousness of a press conference would decrease by now⌠wrong.
Well, maybe Iâm nervous for a different reason.
I sat at the table, my shoulders slumped and the bottom half of my ponytail tucked into my black hoodie. I chewed on my lip while trying to keep my composure under the blinding lights and the unrelenting barrage of camera flashes. Focus on the game. I adjusted the microphone in front of me, forcing a smile as the first reporter stood up, ready to throw the first pitch.
âBueckers, amazing game tonight! You led your team to victory. How do you feel about your performance?â Damn, she even looked like the one to prode. The ones that are good at their job.
I leaned forward, flashing a confident grin nonetheless. âThanks. It felt great. Iâm so excited to be back on the court, you know? And the team just really clicks. Everyone brought their A-game tonight, and I donât think iâll ever get tired of playing with these guys.â
The reporter nodded, jotting down notes. I saw the next question forming in her eyes, and my stomach tightened. Why was I getting this worked up over a question? The answer was Leia Barlowe. Iâm trying to erase her⌠make her not exist. But itâs incredibly hard.
She looked up. Focus on the game. âPaige, this was your first game against former friend and teammate Leia Barlowe since she transferred. Can you tell us about that experience and how it is not playing with her for the first time?â
She stared at me for what felt like ages, awaiting a response. I suppose everyone knew something went down with her, but it didnât mean it was their business. It was like supporters could feel energy shifts through a screen, and if you feel that, imagine how the people in the room felt.
My smile faltered slightly, and I breathed in, attempting to rush my words out. I tried to keep my expression and answer neutral. It gave everyone enough room to interpret it any way they wanted. âPlaying against Leia was intense. Sheâs a fantastic player, and itâs always a challenge to match up against her.â
The reporter scribbled down my answer, not satisfied, of course. Another one jumped in, relentless.
âPaige, you and Leia had a strong dynamic on and off the court. Do you think her transfer has affected the teamâs chemistry?â
Seriously? I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay composed. âThe teamâs chemistry is great. Weâve all worked hard to build strong relationships and support each other. Leiaâs a great player, and we miss her, but weâre focused on the future.â
Of course it affected us. Of course it affected me.
Another reporter jumped in, sensing the tension. âPaige, there have been rumors about the reasons behind Leiaâs transfer. Can you shed some light on that?â
I wanted to scream. To tell them to shut the hell up about Leia. I didnât wanna talk about her. But I couldnât. I licked my lips, scrunching my face up before whining out into an answer. âIâm not going to speculate on rumors. Leia made the best decision for her, and I respect that. Weâre all here to play basketball and do our best for our teams.. thatâs it.â
We werenât like this last year. Who wouldâve thought around this time iâd be saying I respect her. Not that sheâs my âbest friendâ and Iâll always be supportive, but that I respect her.
The truth was, the rumors barely scratched the surface. The endless arguments, the mistrust, the media blowing everything out of proportionâit was like living in a pressure cooker. We both cracked under the strain, and it tore us apart.
Iâd taught myself to be thankful. That it was bound to happen eventually when we chose to go down the further road. Leia Barlowe and I are cordial, and no, I wouldnât particularly wanna be stuck in a room with her anymore.
The questions kept coming, and I kept dodging anything that had a slight indication of her, giving just enough to satisfy them without saying too much. Finally, the press conference wrapped up, and I stood without a âgoodbyeâ or âhave a nice night.â Just a stone cold smile and the screeching of the chair pushing back against the floor. Shouldâve focused on the game.
#bueckersâ works đ#lgbtq#paige bueckers#paige bueckers fanfiction#paige bueckers fic#paige bueckers headcannons#paige bueckers smut#paige bueckers x reader#uconn huskies#uconn wbb#paige bueckers x oc
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đđđđđđđđđđđđ â part one
nonidol!ji changmin x f!reader
messing around with demonic rituals isn't exactly how you imagined getting bound to changmin's soul. (note to self: salt circles don't work when you draw the pentagram inside it...)
⡠genre, warnings. f2l, technically a college au, demon au (it's different from night terrors i swear. also it's not as intense lol), comedy, suspense/mystery, swearing (a lot... sorry đ), drinking, low fantasy/supernatural elements, mentions of chronic illness, mentions of rituals and pentagrams, self induced soulmates? đ¤ but ofc đ, kissing, mentions of blood, very small amount of violence (like one scene), what is a mfking slow burn like who needs to take their time w falling in love i sure don't đ¤ˇđťââď¸, one allusion to death
⡠part word count. 16.3k out of 34.8k / read part two here
⡠inspired by. incantations (composed by richard meyer) it's not like,,, the fic's "soundtrack" or anything. i just think it sounds cool lol
this is my submission for deoboyznet's boyz who bite event! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
a/n: i'm telling u that i resisted the idea of another demon changmin au for ONE WHOLE MONTH. i went through THREE OTHER IDEAS BEFORE FALLING BACK ON THIS DRAFT. I SWEAR. so pls reblog + comment + enjoy! :') and thank u to @justalildumpling as usual for reading this for me đđ
PART I: THE CATALYST
THERE WERE WORSE WAYS TO GO OUT, you supposed. However, the paranormal wasn't often a subject you frequented, so sitting atop an ashy-white pentagram wasn't exactly how you expected to be spending a Friday night.
âChangmin, you're always hooting about this shit,â Juyeon said as he peered over his shoulder at the boy lurking in the far corner of the living room. âAre you seriously all bark and no bite?â
No one really paid attention to Changmin's response besides you and Juyeon (kind ofâhe was busy lighting the candles). Technically, it was a new behavior; Changmin was usually the one obsessed with horror movies and the paranormal, constantly getting you all to participate in Halloween horror nights and haunted houses, and bringing his beloved (cursed) Chucky doll to any and every group movie night. But now that you were finally acting on his demonic big talk, all of that stuff and nonsense dissipated like the snuffing out of a candle.
A shadow fell across his face. âI already warned you guys. This isn't something you should be toying around with.â
âIt's a Ouija boardâwhat could go wrong?â Shuhua wrinkled her nose as she began tapping out a circle of salt around your body and the pentagram on the floor. âI saw them on sale at Toys R Us for half off.â
Because you were the last one to arrive tonight, you were chosen as the sacrifice. It wasn't really fair because this was literally Juyeon and Changmin's apartment, but it didn't matter much in the end. You didn't believe in this stuff and it wasn't your salt being wasted. (You were also exempt from venmoing Hyunjae a portion of the paycheck he spent buying candles and chalk. Save fifteen bucks and sit on a pentagram in a salt circle? Why the fuck not.)
âDon't we need to draw blood or something?â you asked, half joking.
âNo.â Changmin's expression somehow grew even darker. Your eyes widened slightly; you'd never seen him so serious. âAbsolutely not. Do you want this to turn out worse?â
âChangmin, dude, you gotta chill, man.â Hyunjae dumped the Ouija board he'd dug out of his parentsâ attic onto the floor next to you, just outside the salt circle.
Shuahua squawked. âOy! You're ruining my perfect circle!â
âJust redo it, dumbass!â
âYou redo it, asshat,â she growled back, tapping out some salt to finish it.
Juyeon, as if to placate your friend, said to Changmin, âThe salt will protect her.â
You blinked. âOh, that's what it's for?â You could've sworn that was what the candles were for, but again, you didn't believe in this, so why would you know a thing about it?
Changmin's face hit the palms of his hands with a resounding slap. âAbsolutely not. You can't have Yn in the circle if she doesn't even know what the Hell is going on.â
âSo do you wanna be in the circle?â
His left eye seemed to twitch as he cocked his head to the side. Something about that movement made a shiver crawl down your spine. The sensation was akin to watching a predator consider its prey from the brush⌠but that wasn't right. Changmin was all dimpled smiles and goofy shenanigans and twinning with his horror doll child. There wasn't anything remotely scary about him, unless you made him mad (you hadn't yet). So why were your inner alarms screaming for you to run? âThat's actually not a bad ideaââ
âOkay!â Hyunjae called his hands together. âLet's get started, shall we?â
The thoughts were brushed beneath the dusty rug in your head. You shrugged at Changmin. âToo late, I guess.â
You thought you heard him mutter out something under his breath in frustration, but you didn't understand the language.
All of your other friends began to gather on the side of the circle where the Ouija board was. You weren't even sure what all the pomp and circumstance was for, but Changmin didn't seem up to correct anything. He continued to sulk in the corner with his arms folded over his chest, eyes shaded by the brim of his cap as he stared onward.
Hyunjae's eyes fluttered closed as he, Juyeon, and Shuhua placed their fingers upon the planchette. âTo the spirits who may be here in this room with usââ
âAnd demons,â Shuhua murmured.
A choked sound came from Changmin's side of the room.
Your eyes flickered open and saw him rub a hand down his face as if he was stressed.
âWe are opening the veil between your world and ours,â Hyunjae continued. âMy name is Hyunjae, and with me are Shuhua, Yn, Juyeon, and Changmin.â
Shuhua inhaled shallowly. âIs there someone here with us?â
The apartment was consumed in a dead silence as the five of you waited. You sat cross-legged in your ring of salt, cheek resting against your fist. Your eyes were drifting to half-mastâitâd been a long day for you, and considering it was approaching midnight already, it was about time you went to bed.
âWe brought you a sacrifice,â Hyunjae said. âWe were wondering if you could tell us your name.â
A chilling breeze brushed past your cheeks and you glanced up, expecting the air conditioning to have caused it. There was no vent above you, however. Strange.
You wrung your hands in your lap. âYou could possess me if you'd like.â
Your eyes joined your friendsâ as you all pinned your gazes to the Ouija board. The planchette remained still.
After a beat, your patience ran thin, and you sat up to lean back on your handsâwasn't something supposed to happen?
The amber glow from the candles in the living room wavered violently. In your surprise, your fingers grated against the salt and hardwood as you nearly fell backward. You yanked your hand back to you at the sting.
The bodies in the room went taut, speechless.
A gust of windâsomething impossible in this enclosed spaceâwhipped past you in a wide circle. The salt circle was no more, the candle flames were snuffed.
You sat stiff as a board. For a moment, you could swear you felt some invisible, foreign weight rest upon your chest. It sank deep into you, a phantom hand reaching into your body as if to latch onto your very soul.
Ba bump ba bump ba bump, your heart drummed wildly in your chest.
Howls and gasps of delight were drowned out by the blood in your ears; they were sounds of awe from your friends. You placed your hand over your sternum in the dark to feel for that unseen force, but there was nothing.
The room flooded with warm light. It chased away the shadows to the furthest corners.
You glanced up and saw Juyeon at the light switch with a boyish grin stretched across his lips. âThat was crazy! Yn, how do you feel?â
Eyes darted to you.
The pentagram beneath you was smudged, the white chalk staining your pants and your hands. You managed a smile, and then a slow nod. What you felt earlier was probably nothing.
âI'm good,â you chirped. You glanced over at Changmin in the corner, his eyes still shaded by the brim of his cap, but with the muscle in his jaw clenched. Why? Why did you look at him? You couldn't fathom why survival instinct had you encoded to turn toward that which was capable of your demise. âYeah, I'm good.â
A yawn tore through you as you stepped into your darkened apartment. Your hand fumbled for the light switch and you tucked your shoes away on the rack, before depositing your keys onto the table with a noisy clatter. The remainder of your time spent at Juyeon and Changmin's had been spent cleaning up the failed ritual, and you hit the road as soon as it was over.
Your roommates were all out for the night, so the apartment was cold and quiet as you stumbled down the hall to your bedroom. Compared to your friends, you'd left rather quickly because of a text you'd received from Lee Chan, a good friend of yours and former neighbor from childhood. His home life hadn't been the most spectacular, so you and he became fast friends during the moments after school when you hung out on your front lawn.
He'd swung by your apartment earlier to drop off banana muffins, but you hadn't been home. I'm home now! But you can totally come by in the morning instead, you texted him after setting your backpack down and peeling off your jacket.
As you sat in the dim gold illuminating from your desk lamp, the pressure in your chest returned. You could feel your heart pick up speed in your ribcage and you lifted your finger up to your mouth to suck on the dollop of blood that had welled to the surface. It was a small scratch from when the candles went outâyour own clumsinessâbut it was nothing a My Little Pony bandaid couldn't fix.
A featherweight sensation drifted over your arm, and you slapped your palm over it as if to catch whatever invisible insect crawled atop your skin.
There was nothing though.
You glanced over at the window to your right. The sky outside was an unpeculiar ebony riddled with the white speckles of distant stars. No breeze drifted in from outdoors and you double-checked that the window was closed.
You startled as your phone vibrated on top of your desk.
dino!!: oh it's okay! i have dance practice early in the morning, so i'd rather bother you while ur still awake haha dino!!: i'll be by in about 10ish min if that's cool? your phone: sounds good lol and tysm :â)) love mingyu's banana muffins
You smiled to yourself at the thought of those delicious pastries. Chan's friend Mingyu baked whenever he was stressed, and he usually gave out the results of his stress-bakes to friends. The first time you'd tasted his banana chip muffins was the closest you would ever get to heaven on Earth.
âI'm glad he makes you smile at least.â
Your phone clattered to the floor, your physical body leaping five feet in the air as your soul flew out of its encasing. Everything in you jolted like one, big heart palpitation, and your wide eyes took in the sight of a person standing by your window.
Ji fucking Changmin had nary an apology on his lips for scaring the everloving Hell out of you. It was as if he hadn't even moved out of his position at his apartment: the crossed arms, the tense posture, the clenched jaw.
Except, his eyebrow was cocked this time, unamused by your very valid fear.
âOh, fuck you.â You braced your palms against your bed as you stood opposite from him. âFuck you, fuck you, and fuck you.â
âI got it the first time.â
You could have blown steam out of your ears. âWhat the fuck are you doing in my room, you creep?â
He raised his palms up, finally breaking pose. âI know what this looks likeââ
âYou know what this looks like?â You let out a scoff, throwing your arm out in wild gesticulation to match the throttle of your heartbeat. âThis looks like Edward Cullen in Twilight, except this isn't a movie, you're not Robert Parkinson, and you just climbed up a five story building!â
Changmin stepped forward, and you took a very obvious step back. He exhaled, pressing his lips together. âOkay, I deserve that,â he muttered.
âNo shit. I should call the cops on you, friend or not. What is the matter with you?â You had known Changmin for as long as your college career thus far. The five of you had met in the freshman dorms and stuck together like a package deal since. You were all quite close, and you'd spent more than your fair share of quality time with Changmin.
But thisânothing could warrant this behavior.
âI need to talk to you about something important.â
You enclosed your palms around your arms, defensive. âThen you call or text or use the front door. My window was lockedââ
âThe lock on your window should be the least of your concerns,â he huffed. There was a firmness in his voice and behind his words, and a matching gleam of desperation in his face. He pressed his fingers against your bedspread and the air seemed to still.
That phantom breeze had returned and it drifted against your arm. It came accompanied by the weight in your chest. âWhat,â you stammered, âdo you mean?â
He glanced away then, that tension seizing his shoulders again. He scratched his jaw seemingly at odds with words. âThe ritual that happened tonight⌠that was real.â
You paused. âYou have got to be shitting me.â
âI'm not.â
âChangmin, I'm way too exhausted to deal with your pranks right now. If tonight was all an elaborate thing you guys did to get back at me for waking you up at 4AMââ
âYn.â The tone of his voice made you stop. It made you think. You considered the graveness of his expression differently; you had never seen him so serious. It was jarring. âI am being incredibly serious. The thing that happened to you tonight? That was a summoning ritual, and you were actually put into contact with Hell.â
You remained quiet, unknowing of how to answer. All logic in your brain was countering his statements profuselyâit wasn't possible. There was no way something as little as chalk, salt, and candles could open up a portal to Hell.
At your lack of response, Changmin continued, âTonight, a line to Hell was opened. The ritual was meant to contact a demonic entity. Usually, ritualists use it to make deals and bargains with whoever answers the call. The human linkâthe 'sacrificeââ âhe looked at you pointedlyâ âis one half of the signing party responsible for fulfilling whatever the bargain is.â
A shudder rattled down your spine at what he revealed to you. This had to be a joke, you thought. This could not be real. But every time you looked at Changmin, the expression on his face did not change and his voice did not waver.
You swallowed, hard. âSo,â you said finally, your voice barely a whisper, âyou're sayingâŚâ
A lone nod. âYou made contact with a demon tonight.â He paused for a beat, something warring behind his eyes. âYou made contact with me.â
What. You sputtered out a laugh.
Changmin released a small, but sharp exhale, patiently waiting for you to let your giggles out. There were undoubtedly better ways to reveal it, but any way would still evoke such a reaction from you.
âOkay, now I know you're fucking with me,â you said with the lingering curl of a smile on your face. âYou're saying that you're a demon?â
He seemed to weigh an idea in his head for a millisecond before caving. He flicked his chin out toward you. âYou cut yourself tonight?â
You flinched and instinctively curled your right hand, your other fingers running over the small slice in your index finger. âWhat?â
âCome on. Let me see.â At your balking, he lifted up his hand. âI bet you I have a matching mark.â
Your eyes narrowed. âWhat hand and where?â
âRight hand. Index.â
âThis doesn't count because that's the most predictable hand and finger.â
He rolled his eyes. âYn, don't be silly. I literally have the same mark.â
Slowly, he stepped his way around the bed to your side, stopping only close enough where you could inspect his hand from a distance. Lo and behold, the flesh of his index finger was neatly sliced open, slightly diagonal in the top right quadrant of the fingerâexactly where yours was.
The breeze returned like a cool breath, gentle against your cheek, as you raised your eyes to meet his again. The horror in your gaze must have confirmed that he'd convinced you of whoânoâwhat he was.
âSo what does this mean exactly?â you asked him. There were no giggles this time.
Changmin sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. âWe are now bound via soul,â he said and extended his hand out slightly. His fingers curled inward and he gave a tugging motion level with your chest, and something deep within you moved.
Your eyes went as wide as a full moon. âWhat the HellâŚâ
âThat's the line we're connected by.â
âI'm on a leash?â
Changmin glanced toward the ceiling as if mentally counting to three, then took a breath. âNot a leash; it's just a line. That's what was created between us when I became the demon on the other end and you spilled your blood on the pentagram. It doesn't mean we're restrained to stay within physical proximity of one another, but it does mean that you can't run away and hide from me.â
You shuddered. âThat sounds scary.â
âIt would be if you didn't fulfill your end of a bargain, but you never made a bargain.â He lifted his baseball cap up to card a hand through his blond hair before replacing the hat on his head. âWhich basically means that we're stuck like this. We are emotionally and metaphysically bound to one another.â
There were a lot of words that had been said over the past few minutes, and most of them were difficult to wrap your head around. The worst truth of all was the brief, but very real sensation you had felt when Changmin had tugged on the invisible link between the two of you. That weight on your chest from earlier⌠had that been the âbondâ settling into place?
âHow could sitting on a chalk pentagram evenâ âyou waved your hands around as you attempted to formulate wordsâ âhow was all of that possible? I thought Ouija boards were fucking toys?â
âI told you guys that you shouldn't play around with those things.â
âWell, how the Hell were we supposed to know this was going to happen?â you countered. The four of you had done some innocent fooling around, and now, you were âemotionally and metaphysically boundâ to Changmin. Whatever the fuck that meant.
Changmin sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. âWe can undo it. I think.â
You think? âHow?â
âIâI need to do some research,â he said with a grimace. âI've never heard about instances like this and I didn't think it was even possible. I thought I could just intercept the callââ
Intercept the call? You shook your head. âI need you to start from the beginning, but slowly, as if you're speaking to a five year old.â
He opened his mouth to retort, then stopped abruptly.
A change in expression flickered across his face. It was brief, almost instinctual. You swore it looked like mild irritation, but it was gone before you could be sure. âYou should probably answer the door.â
âAnswer the what?â
You nearly yelped at the sound of loud knocking at the apartment door. Confusion pummeled you first, then you were swearing. âChan.â You forgot he was stopping by.
âI'll be right back,â you said, moving toward the bedroom door.
âItâs fine. I need to go looking for answers.â Changmin stopped you before you went out, and you couldn't suppress the violent shudder when the invisible line in your chest pulled taut. âAnd Yn? Don't do anything stupid.â
You made a face at him from over your shoulder. âI'm already soul-bound to you by accident. How much more stupid can this get?â
He threw his hand up in the air. âJust don't do anything Hyunjae or Shuhua would do. Actually, just don't tell any of them about what I just told you.â
Why not? You were about to ask when you heard Chan's voice at the door calling out to you. Another swear fell from your mouth and you rushed out into the hallway to rip the door off its hinges.
Chan startled as it opened, his eyes going wide like a deer's in the bright hallway lights. There was a loose blue hoodie hanging over his green dinosaur pajama pants. He had his phone in his hands along with a paper bag undoubtedly carrying the legendary banana muffins. âOh, hi. Sorry, is someone here with you? I thought I heard another voice.â
You braced a hand around the doorframe. Don't tell anyone. âAh,â you winced, the lie curling up your tongue, âI was just on a call with a friend and he wouldn't shut up. Sorry about the wait.â
âNo, it's no worries,â he insisted with a classic, easygoing smile. It made the adrenaline in your veins calm somewhat. Chan had always been a good presence to be around. There was something perpetually warm about his persona that made you want to stay in his orbit. âOh, right!â He handed you the bag. âThese are all yours. Mingyu says to let him know how they taste this time around, as always.â
As you accepted the bag, your face lit up like a Hollywood billboard. âI can guarantee that they will taste as divine as always. Tell him thanks for meâ âyou glanced up sheepishly from the paper bagâ âand also, thanks for stopping by. I wish I was home earlier so you didn't have to drive all the way back.â
You didn't realize your face had contorted into a grimace. If only you had come straight home instead of indulging your friendsâ curiosity tonight. Then, you would have been here with the banana muffins and one less soul-bond to worry about; and you would have been none the wiser to the fact that one of your college friends was a demonic entity.
Hadn't Changmin mentioned that you were now emotionally and metaphysically bound? Did that mean he could feel your emotions?
The smile had long since slipped from your face, but now your hands grew cold. When you got your muffins just now, did he knowâ
âYn?â You perked up at the sound of your name. Chan's hand froze midair, then retracted back to his pocket. Concern shone on his face as stark as day. âAre you okay? You look like you just forgot you have something due tonight,â he chuckled half-heartedly, but the sheen in his eyes told a different story.
âOh.â You forced out a laugh. âI'm fine! Yeah, I was just reminded of something. Actuallyâuhm, I shouldn't hold you up for any longer. It's getting late.â
Chan stared at you for a moment longer, and for that seemingly infinitesimal second, you feared he could see the invisible knot tied to your ribcage. âRight,â he said suddenly while shaking his head. âYou should get some sleep.â
Your hand reached for the doorknob. âThanks for dropping by again.â
âWaitâ âhis palm pressed against the door to keep you from closing itâ âare you sure you're okay?â
It was as if your guilt was written in plain words across your forehead: No! I just became magically handcuffed to one of my demonic friends! And I also sat in a pentagram salt circle less than two hours ago! Please help me!
You channeled all your energy into a convincing smile. âYes, I promise I'm okay. Have a good night, Chan.â
It was enough. That easygoing beam graced your eyes once more and he took his hand back. âOkay,â he said, âgood night.â He waved to you as he turned on the ball of his foot, and you waited until he turned the corner before closing the door.
Your entire body deflated as you let out a rather dramatic sigh. That sigh turned into a loud groan, which eventually escalated into a borderline scream.
Like a woman possessed (would possession have been a better outcome than this?), you slunk back into your bedroom with your treasures in your grasp. âHey,â you muttered as you kicked the door closed, âI'm⌠back.â
The room was vacant. Not a trace of the blond demon could be found.
âSon of a gun.â You settled into your desk chair and pulled out one of Mingyu's stress-baked muffins. As you peeled the parchment wrapper from the muffin's bottom half, you attempted to process all that had occurred within the past two hours. Every time you rewound the events, you met the same dozen or so questions. If only Changmin were still here to answer them, but he mentioned something about going off to answer questions of his own, including ones pertaining to undoing this rather inconvenient situation youâd found yourselves in.
âHe should have stopped us,â you garbled between bites of banana chip muffin.
Your chewing came to a gradual halt as you marinated on that thought. âHe⌠should have stopped us.â Why didn't he stop the four of you? If he had stopped you and suggested a movie instead, or any other activity for that matter, you wouldn't be here and he wouldn't be stressed.
He should have stopped you since he knew what you were getting yourselves into.
You crumpled the now empty muffin wrapper in your fist. Ji Changmin had far too much to explain to you.
PART II: THE CONSEQUENCES
IF THERE WAS NO REST FOR THE WICKED, Changmin didn't want to be wicked anymore. By popular perception, he and half his heritage were âevil.â While his father was a human from this mortal plane, his mother hailed from one of the nine circles of Hell. They'd fallen in love, conceived a halfling child, and the remainder was history.
âYou look like shit, Ji.â
Changmin's eye twitched as irritation needled beneath the surface of his skin. âThanks,â he drawled, not bothering to spare Lee Chan a glance. If he had limited energy reserves, he wasn't about to spend a drop on giving Chan the time of day.
Plus, Changmin was more than aware of the thick shadows that lingered beneath his eyes like fog clinging to cobblestone. He had woken up from his ninety minute power nap, trudged into the bathroom, and faced his own gauntness in the mirror. Why the fuck did Lee Chan think it necessary to point it out?
Chan's stare lingered on him through the practice room's mirror for a moment longer until he was called away by Kwon Soonyoung. Only then, when Chan's attention was passed elsewhere, could Changmin release the breath he was holding onto.
It was one thing that Changmin couldn't shake the offputting energy he felt whenever he was near Chan; he could stomach being on the same dance team as the guy, even though they each harbored an unspoken dislike for one another; but it was another thing entirely that he and Chan were both friends with you. The two boys attempted to be civil in front of you because your comfort was more important than their pettiness, but currently, said truce was nowhere in sight just as you were.
Simply, there were less reasons for him to be amiable today, including his thinning patience. Last nightâs debacle had drained him of his energy. He was a halfling, not a pure-blooded demon. Additionally, his mother wasnât a high-ranking demon by any means, which basically screwed him in the area of power stores. He had magical capabilities, but it could only handle so much. Answering ritual calls and creating soul bonds required a decent amount of power, which was why they were usually only answered by the more powerful demonheads of Hell. They enjoyed making human suffering a pastime.
Tacking onto that Changminâs brilliant idea of warping into and out of your room last night instead of using his own two feet, as well as spending hours digging through the occultish corners of the internet, added all together to make for one exhausted, stressed, and grumpy halfling.
A presenceâthis one being far more welcome than the previous oneâappeared by Changminâs side in the mirror. âYou really need to start going to bed when you say you're going to bed,â Juyeon said as plopped down onto the laminated hardwood to stretch out his calf muscles.
Changmin followed his lead onto the floor, but opted to slide into a left split. âI was tossing and turning the whole night,â he dismissed with an innocent lie. (Well, âinnocentâ was subjective.)
âYou should try this new matcha that Hyunjae got from his hyung. He brought it back from his recent trip from Japan.â
For a second, Changmin let the words feed into his head one by one: matcha⌠from Hyunjae⌠from Hyunjae's brother⌠which one was he? Oh, the one who just got back from Japan, Sangyeon. When his tired brain finally caught up, he gave a nod. âWhat about it?â he asked, raising himself up to switch his hips into the right split.
Juyeon looked on with envious admiration, even if this was the thousandth time he stretched with Changmin. âItâs really refreshing and has a bit of a caffeine kick, but it's not as awful as coffee. Indigo likes it, tooâsaid something about it being one of those rare finds that you can only get in the secluded countryside or something.â
Changmin paused. Juyeon's girlfriend Indigo was someone Changmin got along with well, but that wasn't why he was slightly interested in the matcha now. What Juyeon wasn't aware of was Indigo's witch heritage. Just as Changmin was hiding in plain sight, so too was Indigo. And if she recommended some countryside matcha powder, he was going to be inclined to try some.
âYeah,â he coughed, âsure. Sounds like it wouldn't hurt to try.â
Pleased with the outcome of the conversation, Juyeon smiled and nodded. âI'll get you some later today then. Hopefully it'll help with the weird headaches you've been having, too.â
Changmin had nearly forgotten about those with everything that had happened. He'd recently been struck by random headaches; there were no patterns to their appearance, and no remedyâhuman, at leastâthat could soothe them until they faded on their own. He'd failed to ask Indigo about it because, well, he didn't think it was important enough to act on. But if this tea could help him out, then it would be taking out two birds with one stone.
Practice went on swimmingly. Though Changmin could only boast about his ninety minutes of sleep, when it came to dance, it was as if he was possessed. This was a hobbyâa passionâthat never failed to drive a fire through his veins. It didn't matter if he'd had the worst week in the history of worst weeks; when the music started, he was cued in, and he gave it his all.
As a river of sweat poured down his face and the room suffocated with the humidity of everybody's labored breathing, practice came to an end. Changmin hiked his duffle bag over his shoulder and poured water down his throat. Juyeon wasn't far behind as the two of them waved goodbye to their teammates and headed out.
Saturday mornings usually occurred in similar fashions: dance practice was held from 7AM to 10AM, then Changmin and Juyeon would return to their apartment to wash up; Changmin would then eat about an elephant's worth of food while he caught up on lecture recordingsâunless he had something else to distract him.
In the case of this Saturday, as soon as Changmin had finished showering, he plummeted face-first into his pillows and was out like a light.
Demons could dream, one must understand. However, the demonic body tended only to dream when it was well spentâexhausted. Demons liked to correlate a weakness with having dreams, because foolish visions meant that one was unable to control their own mind. Control was rather important when dealing with magic.
Even if the dream was about, say, something real and occurring right at the moment Changmin was asleepâit was still considered a dream. Because he had not yet learned to leash his mind from meandering down his fresh soul bond, he found himself in a body that was not his own.
Yours. It was your body.
Was this real, he wondered, as he soaked in the familiar sight of your bed, the desk, and the closet space. He'd been in here just last nightâalbeit, in a fashion that wasn't agreeableâand he didn't expect it to change, but it did look real.
It was like he was actually sitting in your room, except he wasn't able to move or control his own body. The heart that beat in his chest was yours, the blood that pumped in his ears was yours, and the breath that fell from his mouth was yours.
He inwardly sighed as you adjusted your position at your desk chair. What a predicament he found himself in. He could feel the ache in your back from the uncomfortable piece of furniture beneath you, as well as the knots in your shoulders. (Did that mean you had a bad night of sleep?)
Though, it wasn't all bad, he supposed. He did adore the smell of your perfume lingering in the air and clinging to the sheets, the walls, the furniture⌠You would never know this of course, if he could help it.
You were currently reading a bookâfor class or for enjoyment, he hadn't the foggiest. The left side of the novel you clutched in your hand was riddled with colored sticky tabs, and you had the back of a ballpoint pen pressed between your lips. (His lips? âŚNo, this was a precarious line of thinking.)
Changmin followed along as you read. Well, he tried. Whoever designed the layout of this book must have had perfect vision and no sympathy for someone visually challenged. The font size was likely less than ten point, and good grief, the line spacingâ
âHoly shit.â
He paused. Right, that was you and not him.
You leaned forward and brought the book closer to your face as you read over the line again.
âOh my gosh, Eliot, you incredible, talented woman.â This earnest compliment was swiftly followed by a colored tab to mark the passage. Changmin was about to read what you tabbed, but your eyes went down to the desk to scrawl a thought onto a post-it note. âDorothea, you poor, poor soul. Casaubon needs to get the fuck over himselfâyou are fifty, dude.â
Changmin, frankly, had no clue what was happening. But he didn't entirely mind, because the pure joy that fluttered in your (his) chest was enough to keep him satisfied. There was something oddly serene about being in your sphere of presence, and in this state of being, that kept him at ease.
The stress of breaking this soul bond ebbed away like the receding edge of a tide.
Alas, all good things had to come to an end. Changmin couldn't tell how much time passed before you bookmarked your place with an index card and pulled your phone toward you.
12:04PM was what your lockscreen read.
Oh, so he was definitely catching up on sleep, at least.
Waitâhad you not eaten lunch yet? The unmistakable void in the pit of your stomachâŚ
Yn! Eat lunch, you silly girl! Eatâ
âHe could just be away from his phone,â you muttered to yourself. There were a few app notifications waiting for you, but each dismissal was fueled with mild disappointment.
Who were you talking about, he wondered.
A flash of bitter annoyance pierced his chest at the memory of who you'd been texting last night with that big smile on your face. However, any of that sentiment was dashed clean away when you pulled up your text chain with him, not Lee Chan.
Changmin's heart sped to a gallop as he watched you swipe out just as quickly as you'd checked in. The reason was two-pronged: one, you were wondering about him; and two, you had texted him while he was currently asleep and he did not know how to wake himself up.
Ji Changmin, he chastised himself, you're not only intruding, you're also inadvertently ignoring her.
He could understand that he put you (and abandoned you) in a worrisome place last night. If he could tear out the strands of his fried, blond hair he would.
You were his friend, were you not? He cared about you, and this soul bond wasn't only stressful to him, but to you as well. Maybe ignorance really would have been bliss in this case.
Your phone emitted a low vibration as it rang. Changmin had missed the moment you decided to call someone. Juyeon's contact name and photo was displayed in the middle of the screen, and he answered before the call went to voicemail. âYn, what's up? You'reâyouâre not mad about last night, are you?â The wince in Juyeonâs voice was audible.
âNo, I'm not mad,â you promised him as you leaned your cheek against your palm. âI was just wondering if you know where Changmin is. I texted him an hour ago and he hasn't answered yetâI guess I'm just a little antsy.â
Shuffling, then, âOh! Changminnie's sleeping. He didn't sleep well last night, so as soon as we came home from practice, he was knocked out.â
Relief made your shoulders sag. âAh, okay.â A smile, self-deprecating in nature, curled up on your mouth. âNo worries then. Thanks, Juyo.â
âNo problem. I'll let him know to call you once he wakes up.â
âNo, it's okayâ âyou began putting your materials awayâ âhave you had lunch yet? I can swing by with food; I haven't eaten yet.â
âReally? I haven't eaten yet, and Changmin hasn't either. I'll split the cost with you.â Changmin wished he could say that he would also split the cost. Why were you coming over? He hadn't gotten a good look at the texts you sent before.
(It had to be because you wanted to see him, right? To talkâof course to talk and not for any other reason.)
You stood up from your chair and stretched out the stiff muscles in your back. âI'll be by inâmaybe twenty or thirty minutes?â
âSounds great!â Juyeon chirped. âThanks Yn-ie. See you in a bit.â
You let out a small laugh. âYeah, see you.â
As the call cut off, Changmin was left with a daunting task: to wake himself up. There didn't seem to be many options as to do this. If demonic dreaming was activated based on lack of control, that meant he had a lack of energy. Thus, if he couldn't yet regain control, it could only mean that he was still tired.
There were a great many things that he had yet to figure out about this kind of magic. It wasn't like his mother ever anticipated he would need to know about it, so she never explicitly taught it and he never asked.
He was kicking himself in the head now.
Meanwhile, you had busied yourself with getting ready to leave. You'd selected a jacket from your closet, swiped on a thin layer of lip gloss, and spritzed yourself with that divine-smelling perfume. It made his toes curl and his chest feel fuzzy.
Just as you were filling your purse, your phone jolted with an incoming call.
Changmin soured as he saw the caller ID through your eyes and felt, not disdain, but pleasant surprise. He couldn't fathom what you saw in Lee Chan, but he never said anything; you and Chan knew each other longer, after all. It wasn't his place to say anything, especially when his reason revolved around something as subjective as a âvibe.â
âHi Chan,â you greeted when you accepted the call.
It was funnyâa dull, but annoyingly familiar pulsing appeared in Changmin's head. It beat steady against his cranium, hard and relentless. The longer it continued, the more it hurt. Could you feel it, too? The sensation was recognizable at this point after so many instances of the random headaches popping up. Was he seriously getting another stupid headache during a dream?
He winced to himself, but suddenly felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach when he heard you audibly grimace.
Was this headache yours or his? Should he be worried?
âWhat was that? Are you okay?â asked Chan from the other side.
Changmin/You clenched your jaw as your vision went spotty for a moment. Your hand whipped out to catch yourself against the table.
Panic seized his chest as you muttered out a reassurance, though unconvincing. The invisible string that tied Changmin to you tightened, stealing the breath right out of his lungs. It was as if his own physical body was yanking him back.
He was waking up.
No, he thought, no I need to make sure she's okayâ
Distantly, he heard yours and Chan's voices. Your words between one another were muddied and distorted to Changmin. Before he could even begin to understand what was happening, his eyes opened.
âI could smell lunch through the door,â Juyeon sang to you in greeting as he eagerly beckoned you into the apartment.
You chuckled, shucking your shoes off under the rack by the door. In your hand, you held onto a large bag containing a box of delectably fragrant fried chicken and fries. Oh, glorious sodium and cholesterol. âYeah, well, imagine my suffering as I was driving over here with it in the car,â you mused.
Juyeon locked the door behind you and took the bag out of your hands.
It was another thing to return to the site of last night's ritual. You'd been in this apartment dozens of times before, but it was difficult to look at the specific spot on the living room floor where the chalk and salt had been. Even if the vacuum cleaner had taken care of all that remained, you couldn't help but choose to sit on the end of the couch farthest from that spot on the floor.
âOh, could I get a glass of water, by the way?â you asked Juyeon as the two of you began taking things out of the bag to lay them out on the coffee table. âI was feeling a bit lightheaded earlier.â
Juyeon's eyebrows creased as he straightened to head into the kitchen. âShit, yeahâof course. You drove here while feeling like that? What if you passed out, Yn-ie?â
You snuck a fry into your mouth, murmuring your thanks as he handed you the cup of water. âI'm fine,â you insisted with a vague wave of your hand, âit was just the blood rushing up to my head, I think. And besides, you were already expecting me and I was hungry.â
âI would have woken Changmin up and dragged his ass out of bed.â Juyeon settled onto the couch with you and cracked open the can of Sprite he'd gotten out of the fridge. âYou know, Changmin's been getting these random headaches, too. I guess not exactly nausea, but you guys have gotta be more careful,â he waved a fried potato at you as he said this.
The irony could not escape you, and you failed to keep a sarcastic smile to yourself. Uh huh. Be more careful, you say? Too late for that. You took a ginger sip of the water. âIs that right? Maybe he just needs more sleep or something.â
âThat's what we thought at first,â Juyeon hummed, idly scratching the back of his neck, âbut they happen no matter what he does. There's not really a noticeable pattern.â
You wondered if it had anything to do with his demoness. You couldn't be too sure because you hardly knew anything about his species yourself, but that could explain the seemingly randomness of the headaches. Perhaps it was another question to add to your list.
âHuh.â You frowned. âWell, I hope they go away for him soon.â
Juyeon nodded solemnly. âYeah, same. Hyunjae's gonna bring over some matcha for him to try⌠oh, hey! You like matchaâdo you want some?â
âSure, I'd loveââ
Your phone buzzed violently in your jacket pocket. A laugh of disbelief flew from your mouth when you saw the caller ID, and you flashed the screen at Juyeon. âSpeak of the Devil.â
Juyeon chuckled as you answered. âHello?â
âHey, I'm so sorry I missed your text.â His voice, rough from sleep, was accompanied by heavy breathing and the sounds of fabric shuffling in your ear.
You nearly choked, but you remembered that Juyeon was none the wiser to the weird spike in your heartbeat, nor the reason for it. âIt's all good; I was being impatient. Juyo said you didn't sleep well.â Your eyes darted to his closed bedroom door and wondered why he hadn't come out yet.
âYeah.â A brief pause. âAre youâare you okay?â
âOf course, I'm okay,â you drawled, glancing over at Juyeon. âWhy? Should I not be okay?â
âNo, I meanââ His voice in your ear and behind his bedroom door overlapped one another like two ocean waves colliding along the sand. His door ripped open.
Changmin stood on the threshold with his phone in one hand and the other clutching the doorknob. He was in a loose white T-shirt and sweatpants, a thin layer of sweat making his cheekbones shine. His eyes, a wild creature of their own, landed on youâall of the tension in his body melted away.
He exhaled and sank against the doorframe, ending the call. âHellâŚâ he muttered under his breath as he dragged a hand through his hair.
Concern had you rising to your feet. âWhat? What's wrong?â
Changmin closed his bedroom door behind him and collapsed onto the couch somewhere between you and Juyeon. âBad dream,â he grunted. âHow much are we splitting?â The latter was asked as he shoved a fry into his mouth and pulled out the Venmo app on his phone.
You and Juyeon exchanged glances over the blond head: what just happened?; you think I know?
Juyeon sent you a shrug. âWell Yn?â
Now their focus was on you. You took your seat again and reached for your glass of water. âTen bucks each.â
All of the food that you brought turned into crumbs faster than Cinderella's carriage at midnight. Considering all three of you had barely eaten all day, it was expected. At some point, Juyeon dipped out of the apartment to meet someone for a group project, so that left you and Changmin alone. It was the perfect opportunity to get what you came here for.
âYou left pretty abruptly last night,â you said to him as you returned to the couch with a full glass of water. Changmin stood nearly opposite to you, his back against the wall by his bedroom door. He also nursed a cup of water. âAnd I have some questions.â
He let out a small laugh, his lips pressing his dimples into his cheeks. âI'm sure you do. Sorry, I realized that after I left,â he admitted and raised his free hand up to grab the back of his neck. âSo shoot.â
It was strange, you thought. There was no way this guy could be a demon, but was that leaning into stereotype? Last night, that feeling you got when he looked at you from beneath the shadow of his cap⌠your hairs had stood on their ends and you couldn't shake the spike of adrenaline in your bloodstream. It had been undeniable.
But here he was with a pretty, boyish smile as if he was a completely different person.
âWhat did you mean by 'intercept the call?â What exactly happened during the ritual last night?â you asked.
The smile slipped from his face a little, and his eyes flitted over to the spot you had been sitting twelve hours ago. âLike I said,â he began, âyou opened a line to Hellâlike a phone call, basically. I channeled enough energy to answer it before anyone else from Hell could. And instead of, y'know, appearing in front of you like another demon would, I was already there and just chose to stay quiet when the candles went out.â
You straightened. âSo the breeze in the room was your doing?â
Changmin cocked his head to the side with a wince. âI think so? At least, I can't control it yet. Think of it as a physical manifestation of power.â
A physical manifestation of powerâyou imagined last night's scene from Changmin's point of view, where he stood in the far corner. He would have focused his energy toward the breach between the worlds, and that fulfillment swept through the room like a gust of wind. But then what about all the other times? That moment wasn't the only other instance of a cool breeze on your skin.
When you brought this up to him, Changmin pressed his lips together. âAh. This?â
On cue, something lightweight and cool brushed past your cheek. Your hand darted up to cover it, and you looked over at Changmin who arched a brow at you. âYou get creepier and creepier the more I know you.â
His mouth burst at the seams with a smile. He ducked his blond head, shaking it. You were missing some kind of joke here. âDon't speak too soon,â he said. When he raised his head back up, he ran his tongue over his smile. âIt happens when I want it to, it happens when I don't want it to. Just depends.â
âGreat.â
âI'll get it under control,â he promised.
You leaned forward onto your knees and pressed your mouth into a slight pout. âIs there anything I can do to bug the shit out of you? This seems like it's only entertaining for you.â
âWell,â Changmin shrugged helplessly, âthat's kind of the point of why demons started to do this. They find humans entertaining, and they also like to hold them accountable. The lineâ âhe gave a gentle tug at the invisible string you still couldn't findâ âis an insurance policy.â
âSaying it like that just implies it's that much harder to work your way around it.â
âPretty much.â A grin split his face, and you were struck by the ease you smiled back without having meant to. âDon't look too excited now.â
You flattened your face and voice. âI'm thrilled.â
Before Changmin could respond, you suddenly remembered the main question that plagued you last night. You cleared your throat, your fingers dancing around the sides of your glass. âBy the way⌠why didn't you stop us last night?â You watched his facial expression and how it was carefully knitted into something blank. âIf you knew what was going to happen, you could have insisted we stopped, and we would have. Why let us get to this point?â you asked, gesturing between the two of you.
Changmin's throat bobbed as he swallowed. âI was pretty confident that I could intercept it, so there wasn't any real risk with doing the ritual if you guys wanted to have fun. I just didn't count onâŚâ He lifted his right hand, where the pinkish scar was left on his index finger.
He hadn't counted on you getting cut and sealing the bond.
You pinched the space between your eyes. âAh. My clumsiness has now doomed me to be metaphysically handcuffed to you.â
âI wasn't going to say itâŚâ
âOh, go to Hell.â
Changmin laughed. âOnly if you come with me.â
Heat rushed to the surface of your skin. Sometimes, his mouth moved too fast. You snuck a glance at him through your fingers while he sipped on his water. If you peered close enough, the tips of his ears were flushing to a light pink.
He lowered the glass from his lips, and a crease formed between his brows. âAlso,â he said carefully, his tone starkly different from less than a minute ago, âI do have another side effect to add to the list.â
Your stomach flipped. Not another thingâ
âI may or may not be able to occupy your physical body when I'm dreamingââ
Changmin grimaced as the bottom of your glass banged against the wooden coffee table. That expression only deepened at the wide-eyed furyâfearâon your face. âAnd when I was asleep earlier,â he continued on, dooming himself to walk the plank, âI kind of intruded on your reading session, and when you called Juyeon, and when Chan callââ
âCan I murder you? Would that harm me in any way?â you cut in.
His mouth was open, but no words were coming out.
You stood, abandoning your seat on the couch and your water glass, to step across the room toward him. âBecause if I could,â you said while pressing the back of your knuckles to your lips, âI can rid myself of the absolute creep of a friend I have!â
Changmin's eyes widened as soon as it hit himâyour hand. Your hand hit his shoulder.
He bolted.
âHey, let's talk about this, Yn-ah!â he exclaimed and dove into the kitchen to duck behind the counter. Some monstrously high-pitched scream left his mouth as he scrambled to stay out of your reach.
âWe are talking about this, Changmin-ah.â You charged after him, chasing him around the counter and back out of the kitchen. If you didn't respect Juyeon like you did, you would have fully embraced becoming a bull in a china shop.
Your fist hit the solid plane of his bedroom door just as it slammed in your face. You let out a sound suspiciously close to a growl. âYou possessed my body without my consent!â
âIt's not like I consented to it either! It just happened!â
âThat's not a valid excuse, you panini head!â
âI don't want to possess your body!â he insisted through the door with his voice going higher than the Eiffel Tower. âWhy would I want to possess your body? I don't wanna be around when you and bestie Lee Chan gush about Star Trek.â
On certain occasions you really wished you had Superman's laser vision. Then you could burn through this stupid piece of door and roast a demon. âYou're not helping yourself, Ji.â
A beat passed. âLook,â he huffed. âIt only happened because I was exhausted as shit, okay? I really had no control of it, I swear on my life.â
You remained still with your arms braided across your chest without a word coming to mind.
âI didn't see anything sensitive, I promise, and my body woke me up and pulled me out of it when you got that really bad headache.â
Huh? That bout of lightheadedness⌠was that related to how the connection was severed? Or at least, hindered? You brushed the curiosity aside; weren't you supposed to be mad at this guy?
âWhich was also why I was worried when I woke up and asked if you were okay,â he added in earnest. He did look worried like you were going to die when he woke upâŚ
You glared impetuously at the closed door to the point you were sure even the wood grains were two seconds from apologizing to you. âOkay, fine,â you relented. âBut you're not fully off the hook; I just won't use the kitchen knives.â
A choking sound filtered through and you felt the corners of your mouth tug upward.
âWhat can I do to make it even?â Changmin asked, though he continued to remain behind the closed door.
Frankly, there weren't many things he could do to even the score unless you chose to be creepy and sit in on his private moments. You shudderedâyouâd rather not. Those were private for a reason. Maybe he could burn his eyes out with bleach. (Kidding⌠ish.) âI don't know,â you said half-heartedly, âtell me a secret.â
A moment of silence passed. âI thought it was hot when you asked if you could kill me.â
Not even an ounce of shame with this one, huh? âYou're sick. I'm leaving.â
For the second time today, his bedroom door ripped open. âNo, wait, I was kidding! Yn, I was kidding.â (He was not kidding).
You stopped, half-whirled around. In your periphery, he stepped out of his room, but refrained from getting too close. When you turned around fully, the red that dusted his cheekbones was unmistakable. Unfortunately, seeing him flustered was enough for you at the moment.
With a feigned, heavy sigh, you motioned to him. âC'mere.â
Changmin perked up like a confused puppy.
âCome here,â you repeated with more urgency this time. You curled your hand toward you to beckon him closer.
He crept closer to you. There was a gleam of uncertainty and suspicion in his eyes as you continued to gesture at him closer⌠and closer still. Your heart throttled against your ribcage; your physical body was even unsure of what exactly you had in mind.
Only once his face was close enough you could count his eyelashes were you satisfied. You could hear him gulp.
And maybe you let the moment linger too long. His gaze flickered away from your eye contact for a heartbeat, eyelashes fluttering as he considered something out of the bounds of friendship.
You raised your hand up to his forehead and flicked him between his eyes. Hard.
Changmin yelped and fumbled backward to the boisterous sound of your laughter. He rubbed his forehead furiously where an angry, red mark formed and smarted. He snarled at you, âNot cool!â His face was nearly as red as the mark⌠oops.
âThat's what you get!â you countered with an accusing finger. âNow. Promise me you'll never purposely possess my body in your dreams, you perv.â
A grumble came from the depths of his throatâagreement. âI never did it on purpose,â he mumbled, slapping his hand with yours in a binding handshake. He sounded like a teen boy who's gaming console was just taken away.
âAnd promise me that you will take care of yourself, so that we can get out of this binding thing and so that you don't accidentally possess me.â
âDidn't you offer to get possessed last night?â Changmin stiffened as the words left his lips. âI didn't mean that! Don't get the kitchen knives!â
His giggles pierced the air, sharp but endearing, as he scrambled back into his room with you clinging to his heels. âOr get the kitchen knivesâitâs kind of hot.â
âJi Changmin.â
PART III: THE RELATIVE
WHEN YOU APPEARED IN YOUR 8:30 biopsychology lecture on Monday morning, you had nearly forgotten that the world had not completely turned upside down when you bound your soul to Changminâs. No one else but you and he knew about it, and it seemed he was determined to keep it that way. Nonetheless, when you settled in your usual seat about midway up the lecture hall, close to the exit on stage right, you looked into Yeh Shuhuaâs terrifyingly beautiful eyes and almost blurted your secret.
It was because of that reason, and the fact that she was one of your close friends. She was one of the participants of the ritual; it was only right that you disclosed to her the consequences of all your actions. However, the reminder from Changmin echoed in your head like a dull heartbeat: Donât tell any of them. Donât do something stupid like Hyunjae or Shuhua. He realized that âstupidâ applied to him, too, right?
âYou seem antsy,â were her first words to you as you finally decided on how you would roll up your jacket. It had taken a couple tries and configurations before you settled on just draping it over the chair behind you.
You straightened in your chair. Perhaps subtlety was not with you this morning. âMy coffee was too strong,â you said.
She snorted, a bright and unassuming sound, as she pulled her laptop out from her bag. âHoney, you donât drink coffee.â
âŚRight. You let the words sink in to properly register your dumbassery, then settled on the most basic excuse known to college students. âItâs too early for this.â
âAmen.â Conversation saved.
When you first signed up for this class, you were under the impression that it would be a riveting insight into the brain and its inner workings. Alas, your professor from Psych101 did you a disservice by testifying to Psych210âs interest factor, because it was entirely lacking in interesting things. The majority of what was being discussed in lecture could be read about via the slides, but unfortunately, participation was mandatory. Even worse was that this class was the prerequisite to the neuroscience class that was actually interesting.
You didnât like to critique the teaching skills of a professor who was meant to research and not to teach, but you were going to for the umpteenth time.
Beside you, Shuhua barely swallowed a yawn and hid the last bits of it behind the lid of her coffee tumbler. She took a sip, then leaned over to you. âIâm pretty sure I learned all of this in freshman year biology.â
âIs that right,â you murmured. You hadnât taken the introductory biology series because you were only minoring in psychology, whereas Shuhua was a neuroscience major. âYou must really be suffering then.â
Her head slowly touched down onto your shoulder. âTell me about it⌠by the way, did you hear about the house party thatâs happening on Saturday?â
You hummed. âWhoâs hosting?â House parties were usually something you needed to be a part of a friend group to be invited to. Though, that was usually the case for all parties in college, youâd found out. Fraternity parties were oftentimes exclusive to Greeks, or if you knew a frat brother or sorority sister. Other parties were spread by word of mouth and required an entrance fee that amounted to a fraudulent sum of money. Thus, if you went to any party, it was either a house party hosted by a friend of a friend, or one of your friendsâ birthday parties.
âHm⌠itâs my family friendâs kidâs friend group.â She paused, then clarified her statement, âYangyang. You know Yangyang, right?
You made a sound of acknowledgement. âIsn't he friends with Xiaojun, Kevin, and Yuqi, that group?â
âThat's the one,â she chirped. âBut he only lives with Xiaojun and a couple other guys. It's a house in one of the neighborhoods nearby.â
âI see. Are we going?â
âOf course we are, silly.â Shuhua blindly patted one of your hands and you imagined that her eyes were likely already closed. You and your friends were accustomed to forcing one another to socialize outside the group from time to time; it made the college riptide a bit easier to swim through. âI just didn't know if you were aware or not yet.â
âWell, now I am,â you chuckled.
âYou sure are.â
The remainder of the lecture went by as dull as it usually did, and 9:30 could not come faster. You and Shuhua bumbled out of the packed auditorium among the crowd of others filing out.
A yawn stretched your mouth open as you checked your phone. âYou've got a class after this, right?â you asked Shuhua.
She nodded. âUnfortunately. Do you wanna have lunch together afterward?â
âAhâ âguilt anchored itself to the pit of your stomach, allowing the urge to spill your secret to dwindleâ âI'm actually hanging out with Changmin today.â Neither of you had terribly busy Mondays, so you both decided to do some solution-hunting together, whatever that meant. He just needed to be back by the time his dance rehearsal started.
Her mouth quirked to the side in a slight frown. âOh, okay. Just you two?â
âYep.â
For a second, you thought she was gazing right into your soul where the invisible knot was tied linking you to your mutual friend. But she suddenly smiled and blew you a kiss. âNo worries! Have fun.â
You blinked, the anxiety lingering. âYeah⌠thanks. You, too.â
Shuhua left first to hurry off to her next class while you remained in the lobby. You had fully expected that she would at least ask what the two of you were doing, and you were prepared to come up with another dumb excuse. It wasn't suspicious that you and Changmin were hanging out alone, right? There were plenty of instances where you hung out solo with your close friends.
You brushed it away. It was the paranoia talking.
You headed toward the nearest parking lot. Because you lived relatively close to campus, there was usually no need to drive, but since you and Changmin were going elsewhere in the city, you opted to drive.
As you settled into the front seat, you sent him a text to let you know you were on your way over to his apartment. It would be convenient if you could somehow use the soul-bond to communicate with him instead, you thought as you navigated through campus to a nearby neighborhood. Alas, based on what Changmin told you before, the bond was more useful to him than it was for you. How wonderful.
You let your car run as you pulled up to the curb outside of his apartment complex. Through the windows on the first floor, a periwinkle sheen caught your eye. There wasnât much doubt in your mind that it was the ribbon Changmin tied to his bicycle. It was his favorite colorânot that you knew that for any particular reason, other than the fact that you were friends. It was useful information for birthday cards, was your reasoning.
Before you could meander down some weird mental road of thoughts, the passenger side door opened and closed. Your counterpart was dressed in dark green today: dark green sweater, a darker but muted shade of cargo pants, followed by a matching cap shoved over his blond hair. âHi,â he said, strapping himself in with the seatbelt and setting his bag down by his feet.
He looked particularly pocket-sized today with the cheeky, dimpled smile on his face and you smiled in greeting. âHi!â you chirped back. âWhere to?â
âAn aunt of mine lives downtown. Do you know how to get to Union Station?â
You nodded, tugging the car into drive, âYup. Wow, she lives down by the waterfront?â
âYeah,â he laughed. When he did, he ducked his head so you only caught a glimpse of that dimpled smile. âSheâs married to a siren.â
Your eyes went wide, and his laugh grew louder. You flattened your expression into a deadpan as heat rushed to the back of your neck. âDonât laugh,â you muttered. âWhy are you laughing?â
âIâd say for you to not pout then, but itâs cute,â he replied with that smile lingering on his face in the form of a half-smirk. He had pulled his phone out to text someone. âIâm only laughing because I had a feeling youâd react like that, and I was right.â
You huffed. âI feel like Iâm at too much of a disadvantage around you.â
âYou have more power than you think.â Changmin passed you a glance and deposited his phone in the cupholder. He leaned his cheek against his knuckles. âYou just need to exercise it.â
âWell, I canât exactly threaten you with kitchen knives and forehead flicks all the time.â
He shrugged. âThatâs not what I meant, but itâs whatever. How was class?â
Changmin, Juyeon, and Hyunjae were all aware of yours and Shuhuaâs disdain for your shared biopsychology class. The complaints had filed (flooded) in as soon as the first week of classes were over. You could gab on and on about the boredom that plagued you, but you hardly wanted to be a broken record when there were other things to talk about. âIt was fine,â you said, then swiftly moved to something else. âI think I almost told Shuhua, like, twice about the soul bond thing. Why canât we tell them again?â
âDo you really think theyâd believe us?â
You thought about itâabout the twin cuts on your index fingers, the unseen string that tethered your souls together, the dream that Changmin had. They would think Changmin had roped you into his regular shenanigans, and in a way, he had. You sighed, albeit reluctantly. âTrue. But it just feelsâŚâ you grimaced. âIs it weird that I feel guilty?â
Changmin shook his head. âNo, Iâve had to tiptoe around my momâs and my true nature around you guys for years. Itâs natural to wanna be truthful to your friends, Yn, but some things are better left unsaid.â
âIs there a reason why the supernatural community stays hidden? Is that something I can ask?â
âOf course,â he said easily, turning his gaze out the window. âItâs just that itâs betterâsaferâfor us this way. Humans can hardly handle differences amongst themselves as it is; imagine what would happen if they found that even more species of sentient beings existed, yâknow?â
Truth was a difficult pill to swallow. It was a capsule that often found itself lodged in a throat rather than being digested. And even if it eventually managed to make it to the stomach, it sank to the bottom like a body anchored by bricks in a river. There was, unfortunately, much merit to what Changmin said.
Your eyes flickered to your side mirrors as you merged onto the highway. âI see.â
âItâs definitely relieving that at least one of my close friends knows the truth now, though.â He knocked the back of his hand against your arm in a warm gesture, and although you were unable to return the expression or even look at him then, he was looking at you.
Because you and Changmin set off just after rush hour passed, the drive through the downtown scene was relatively easy. The rest of your time in the car was spent chatting about the party Yangyang and his housemates were throwing, as well as Changmin directing you to his auntâs residence by the marina. His ability to give directions left much to be desired; your car was filled with shouts and bickering whenever he told you to turn too late.
Somehow though, you arrived at the right street, and he even helped you find a parking spot along a curb that didnât involve ungodly hourly parking rates. You wouldnât call it a complete redemption, but he was on his way toward one.
âAre you sure itâs cool if we just show up unannounced like this?â you asked him, tilting your head back to peer up at the apartments that towered above you. Some of the windows were left open and their curtains drifted whimsically in the mid-morning breeze; some of the fire escapes were connected by copper-colored ladders, fitting together like a puzzle. You liked to think that complexes like this housed residents who were friendly to one another like some fantasy video gameâa pair of friends hanging out of their windows to gossip across the fire escapes, a cat sleeping in the windowâthat sort of thing.
Changmin stood next to you, but his gaze was turned out to the marina in the distance, the sails of boats in the foreground of the slate blue-gray of the bay water. âYeah, itâs cool. And weâre not exactly unannounced; I told her we were coming.â
âWhen?â You followed him in through the front door. The hinges squealed upon use and the door shuddered violently when it closed.
âIn the car.â
You deadpanned at his back as you followed him up the stairs. âYouâre an awful relative.â
âDonât all relatives show up to their other relatives' homes unannounced?â he jested. âIâm a model nephew, actually.â
âA model in what standard? Hell?â
He shrugged up ahead, glancing back to pass you a boyish grin. âYeah, basically. My mom says demons just kind of teleport into their relativesâ homes unannounced.â
âSo thatâs where your incredible lack of boundaries comes from,â you said and glowered up at him.
You met Changmin on the landing of the second floor and ducked out of the stairwell into the dimly-lit corridor. It was quiet here in the middle of the day, but you could hear the muffled sounds of television programs and voices emanating behind different doors you passed by. The carpet was well-trodden and didnât kick dust up when you walked, and the overall smell was vaguely fishy and reminiscent of the seafood section of a supermarket.
âCultural difference,â he replied cheekily. âThis is hers, Aunt Jennaâs.â He gestured to the door he stood at with a rusted, gold B29 hanging on its surface just above the peephole.
You tucked your hands into your jacket pockets. âAnything I should know before going in?â
Changmin paused and his face flashed with realization. It translated roughly, but accurately enough, to âUh oh.â He opened his mouth to say something, but the door beat him to it.
Correction: his aunt beat him to it. Or at least, she was who you assumed was his aunt. Her facial features and bone structure weren't similar to Changminâs at all, but those eyesâdark like the deepest corner of a shadow; engulfing, embracing, envelopingâher eyes were what made familiarity pang in your chest where the soul-knot sat.
Her mouth stretched into a bright smile. âChangmin-ah! And his significant other, isnât itâor kids these days say partner instead, hm? Donât be strangers now; come in, come in!â
What did she just say? You have got to be kidding me.
Too overwhelmed to think, you let his aunt usher you and Changmin in through her front door. You threwâchuckedâan alarmed glance over at your counterpart, who could only meet your wide eyes with his own. Shoes were exchanged for slippers, and you were guided toward a couch settled in one part of the cozy living space.
âItâs nice to meet you, Aunt Jenna,â you finally managed to say through the heat flaring up your neck and behind your ears. âBut I do have to, uhm, correct you.â
Changmin coughed beside you on the couch as his aunt perched on the coffee table across from you both. âSheâs not my romantic partner, auntie. Ynâs just a friend.â
You nodded earnestly.
His auntâs face flickered from that sunny smile to a more somber surprise. She broke into a sheepish sort of laugh, absentmindedly brushing a lock of hair behind her shoulder. âOh, well how silly of me. Iâm sorry if I made you uncomfortableâI got embarrassingly excited,â she confessed. She addressed Changmin specifically, reaching over to whack his knee, âYou used the word for lover when you texted me earlier!â
Changminâs hands rocketed up as both you and his aunt fixed him with pointed looks. âIt was a typo and an honest mistake,â he swore. âI havenât spoken or written in that demonic dialect in awhile,â he said to you, âand the words for friend and lover are, like, one letter different.â
His mouth had pursed into an unconscious pout, and you reached over to flick him between the eyes. Bone against fingernail, and the dense thunk sound the impact produced was quite satisfying.
âOw! I'm sorry!â
You turned to a rather amused Aunt Jenna. âI'm sorry I did that in front of you. I swear, I won't make a habit out of it.â That remained to be seen, however. How had you refrained from flicking him for his behavior before this?
She chuckled. âI'm sure he's warranted it more than once. It's nice to meet you, Yn.â
âLikewise. You have a lovely home.â
Changmin held his forehead with his hat now sitting in his lap, and his eyes narrowed at the two of you. âThis was the worst idea I've ever had.â
âDo you drink tea, Yn?â his aunt asked you, waving aside her nephew's comment. âI'll make us some tea and we can talk about whatever you both came to discuss.â
Tea was served on an elegant tray made of polished dark wood. The color was a deep red, as if it had been dipped in a vat of blood, and was engraved with images of what you assumed to be flowers with long stems crowned with big, beautiful petals. You nursed a Finding Nemo mug between your palms, gently blowing on the steam that wafted out of the aromatic floral tea.
Just the fragrance of the drink was enough to put you at ease. The muscles and knots in your shoulders loosened, your frown lines smoothed over. You took a gentle sip and savored the tangible warmth that streamed down your throat and into your stomach.
You nodded to Aunt Jenna who's dark eyes gleamed knowingly over the rim of her mug. âThat's very good,â you said.
âIsn't it? Would you like to take some home?â
Changmin harrumphed from beside you after taking a hulking gulp of his own drink. âGuys, please.â
âMm yes, yes.â Aunt Jenna waved her free hand flippantly. âYour problem.â
While Jenna had prepared the tea, you and Changmin explained to her how your souls became tied together. Most of the explanation consisted of specific details of the ritual itself, not the circumstances before. You described the physical sensations on your end, and Changmin added in his out-of-body experience.
When your piece was said, it left Aunt Jenna to marinate on all the facts. She took a sip of her drink first. âWell, you're both fools, but youâ âshe wiggled an accusing finger at her nephewâ âespecially. How could you be so irresponsible as to let your friends go through with a bargaining ritual?â
Changmin grabbed the back of his neck and hung his head like a kicked puppy. âIt didn't seem like the end of the world if they wanted to have fun.â
âI suppose,â Jenna muttered, but not without some sympathy. She was a demon living amongst humans, too, after all. âBut look where that's gotten you both. There are just far too many unforeseen variables that could have made this situation ten times worse. You and Yn becoming soul-bound is probably the best outcome, frankly.â
You would beg to differ, but you kept your lips stitched together and attached to the rim of your mug.
âBut as for undoing it, I'm afraid there aren't many options.â
You detached your mouth from the mug.
You and Changmin exchanged a glance with one another. He asked, âWhat are our options?â
Aunt Jenna's mouth pursed slightly to form small divots in the sides of her cheeks. âThe one most accessible to you is to bargain with another, more powerful demon to take over your bond with Yn.â
âAbsolutely not,â he interjected. âThat's out of the question.â
âI guessed as much,â she said, taking another sip. âThen it's quite literally impossibleâunless you used cursed magicâbut even if you didn't care about facing the hellish consequences, gaining access to a Book of the Diabolical is insanely difficult.â
Though you were completely ignorant to almost everything Aunt Jenna was saying, you weren't so ignorant to her message between the lines: you were fucked. Supremely.
Looking over at Changmin only confirmed what you were thinking. There seemed to be a war being waged behind his eyes as he clutched his mug in his lap and glared at a grain in the hardwood floor. This situation was partially your fault and his, and now, the only thing you could do was to drown in the consequences.
You turned to his aunt. âThen how can we live with it?â In your periphery, Changmin's head raised. âI mean, are there techniques to better control this situation, like on both Changmin's end and my end if we can't simply rid ourselves of it?â
Aunt Jenna considered you for a moment, then nodded slowly. âThere are,â she said. âControl is something very valuable to demons, Yn. I don't know how much Changmin's told youââ
You sent him a thin smile.
ââbut mastering your own body is one of the most integral things young demons first learn. If you don't have control over your mind and body, then how could you possibly be trusted to control anything else?â
That made sense, you thought. It was a thoughtful principle, too, that others (humans) could learn from. What other parts of demon culture and values were there that these two would be willing to share with you?
Jenna had finished her cup of tea by now and set her empty mug back onto the tray. âSo the easiest way, I think, to safeguard yourselves against one another is to strengthen your minds.â
What exactly Aunt Jenna had in mind was meditation. Because you were human and couldn't exactly perform the same demonic energy rituals and mind exercises that Jenna and Changmin could, meditation was the next best group activity. In order to do this, Jenna shut all of the curtains and sealed the living room off from the outside world. The coffee table and sofa were shoved to the edges of the room, while the empty space was occupied by three bath towels and a Bath and Body Works candle.
It was reminiscent of the ritual from That Night, but your heart rate sat a little more stable with the belief that you were in capable hands this time.
The three of you arranged yourselves in a loose triangle around the lit candle, its small flame shuddering at the force of your breaths.
âYou can place your hands wherever you're most comfortable,â Aunt Jenna said lowly, softlyâa vocal embodiment of the small head of fire upon the candle. âSit up straight, close your eyes, and breathe in deep⌠let the darkness envelope you.â
There weren't many moments when you considered yourself petty, salty, or bitter. But at this very moment, you were most certainly all three at once.
âAre you really still mad that you fell asleep?â The question was posed with as much audacity as there was incredulity in his voice.
You didn't have to direct your glaring eyes at Changmin for him to feel the edge. âIt was embarrassing,â you grumbled.
âAw, it's okay. Not everyone has the mental fortitude to meditate.â
And you do? you wanted to snap back like a five year old. Instead, you tightened your grip on the steering wheel and focused on not steering the two of you off the road. âI will literally ditch you on the highway.â
He leaned his head against the window to watch you with a twinkle in his eyes and a toothy grin on his lips. âAnd I will literally haunt you in your sleep.â
The pair of you were in the car driving back up to the university. You had just left Aunt Jenna's about fifteen minutes ago after the failed meditation session (for you) and her insisting you both stayed for lunch. With your stomachs full and your heads quite literally empty, there was nothing left to do but to return home.
There had been a moment before you both left when Jenna pulled Changmin aside to have a private conversation. You had lingered outside the apartment door, but couldn't hear anything despite it being left slightly ajar. There must have been some crazy soundproofing done on her apartment. A charm, perhaps?
But when Changmin came to join you, you picked up the tail end of their talk. It had to do with Changmin pleading with her not to tell his mom about what happened; Aunt Jenna would only agree if he promised to babysit her kids next week.
That thought made you smile to yourself even through the cloud of salty pettiness in your vision. What was Changmin like around kids? The guy was rather childish himself, but⌠you wouldn't deny that he would probably be goodâ
âWhat are you smiling about?â he mused as he peered out from under the brim of his cap. He reclined his seat back a little and crossed his arms over his chest, settling himself in for the ride back.
You scoffed and forced the smile away. âWouldnât you like to know.â
He hummed. âMethinks it was about me,â he teased and tugged his cap further over his eyes so even his mouth was barely visible. At your silence, he murmured, âAlso, I hope you're not bothered about earlier.â
âHm?â
âI meanâthe fact that you weren't able to meditate. And,â he added quickly, âI'm not trying to make fun of you. It's just that that was the only way Aunt Jenna could think that you could safeguard yourself against me. I'm gonna be really good about this, Yn, I swear. I don'tâyâknow, I don't want anything to change between us.â
Ah. Well, since his hat was over his eyes, you allowed your smile to slip back into place. The weight in your chest was warm, a comforting sort of tightness. You were gradually getting more accustomed to its presence, and at this particular moment, you were glad to be aware of it.
âI believe you,â you said to him. âAnd I don't want anything to change between us either.â You were friends before the ritual, and you would continue to be friends after it.
You were content with being accompanied by your thoughts and the radio for the remainder of the ride. Your companion in the passenger seat had drifted to sleep at some point when the highways began to grow rather congested with the early afternoon traffic. Changmin had a dance rehearsal in a couple hours, which gave some leeway as to what time you needed to get him back by.
By the time you hit the university district, the sun perched lower in a sky spotted with cirrus clouds, wispy and drifting in the autumn breeze. The filter it cast over the world was a mute gold, warm.
Changmin peered out his side window as you navigated through the busy streets, his face nearly pressed up against the glass because his cap was turned around. There was far too much foot traffic at three in the afternoon, but it was unfortunately a popular time to be out and about for students on a Monday. âCould you drop me off at the sandwich shop on the corner over there?â he asked suddenly, his voice gravelly from disuse. He inclined his chin further down the block, and you had enough time to switch lanes.
âYeah, sure,â you murmured, glancing over at him. âYou donât want me to drop you off straight at the dance hall?â
âNah, Iâve got a couple hours, so I think Iâm gonna get another bite to eat first.â He rummaged around in the bag at his feet, double checking that he had brought along everything he needed. âDâyou wannaâŚâ His voice trailed off as he turned his head up toward you.
You hummed in question and furrowed your brows in concentration to direct your car into a parking spot along the curb.
âDid you wanna come in with me? I donât know what your plans are after this.â Changmin had one foot out the door, but the rest of his body remained here with you, in the car, as if hesitant to leave just yet. With the brim of his cap turned around, you could better see his face, the hair pushed out of his dark eyes. There was a small smile seated upon his lips, hopeful in the way it curved into his cheeks in the way you always found slightly endearing.
Your hand lingered by your seatbelt. What were your plans after this? Nothing, right? âI mean, if you donââ
âYn, is that you?â
The voice and the interruption elicited similar jolts from both of you. Your head whipped around on instinct to locate the person who had called out to you.
Crossing the street to you now was Lee Chan. He had his backpack slung over his shoulder, and he waved a hand at you when he caught your eye. But they flickered away from you to someone behind youâChangmin straightened to his full height, his head appearing over the roof of the car.
You glanced back at your counterpart. That smile, so boyish and innocent, had grown an edge.
âThanks for the ride, Yn,â Changmin said to you, ducking his head to address you. He reached into the car so he could clasp your hand, his fingers clutching yours as he stole your gaze away⌠they lingered. âIâll talk to you later, hm?â
You nodded, unsure why you were so dumbfounded. âYeah, sure,â you stammered out. âI had fun today.â
âSame.â And there was that smile again. It wasnât exactly the same, but it had softened out at the corners. With a final raise of his hand, he shut your passenger door and jogged off toward the shop.
You blinked as air suddenly filled your lungs again. Had you been holding your breath the whole time? You forgot to wish him a good rehearsal.
A knock on your window had you swiveling your head around. Chan grinned as you rolled your window down. âHey, whatâve you been up to?â
Not a mention of Changmin, you noted. You were aware of Changmin and Chanâs dislike for one another, and though it caused you a torrent of internal conflict, there was nothing that you could do about it. If they were unwilling to talk about it with each other or with you, then there was no use. Both of them were important figures in your life, so it was just as important that you could keep them bothâwas that selfish? It seemed that they were able to somewhat coexist, however, if they participated on the same dance team. How did that even work out?
âI was out with Changmin for most of the day,â you said. âWe were just⌠yâknow, visiting a relative of his downtown.â There was no harm in saying that, right?
Chanâs expression didnât even shudder. âOh? I didnât know he had relatives downtown.â
Of course, you didnât. You appreciated that he tried to be civil about Changmin around you, but sometimes the pretense was more aggravating than the petty disdain. âYeah, they were really nice. We drank tea and chatted a bit.â
âGlad it was a chill time,â he smiled. âAh, speaking ofâI was wondering if you wanted to go visit Chaeyoung noona with me sometime this week? I've been trying to figure out the best time to go see her before midterms.â
You brightened at the mention of Chan's older sister. Though his parents had passed away before Chan graduated high school, he was supported mostly by his older sister, Chaeyoung. You'd heard and seen for yourself the chronic illness that she was cursed with, however. There had been a decent stretch in time when her situation looked much better, but recently, she had been forced back into long-term care at the hospital.
âYeah, definitely! It'll be nice to see her after so long. Just text me and let me know what day you decide.â The last time you saw Chaeyoung was probably at the start of the past summer break when you went home to see your parents with Chan. Though you and Chan were around the same age, he acted more as an older brother figure to you, likely because of Chaeyoung's good influence.
The golden hour sun glinted its rays into your eyes, and you were reminded of the time. âOh, donât you have dance practice soon? Need a ride over?â
âYeah, I do, but I donât need a ride,â he said. âI was about to meet Vernon in the cafe down the street though. Do you wanna come with?â
The idea of accepting his invitation crossed your mind, but the ache in your legs and at the nape of your neck were suddenly a lot more prominent than before. You hadnât even realized how tired you were. âNot this time; I think I'm a little tired. Thanks for the invite, though!â
He pressed his mouth together in slight disappointment, but waved it away with a casual hand motion. âOf course. Drive home safe, then.â
âI will. Have a good time, Chan.â
Chan returned the sentiment back to you, but instead of leaving right away, his lips parted another time. He paused, concern gleaming in his eyesâor was that the setting sun? You couldnât tell the difference, but there was something he couldnât quite articulate with words that his facial expression was desperate to reveal to you instead.
You frowned. âSomething wrong?â
He let out a small laugh and brushed away the thought. âNo, donât worry about it.â
Are you aware that you've been cursed?
Aunt Jenna's words echoed in Changmin's head ceaselessly throughout the dance rehearsal. They had been subdued slightly when he was asleep in your car earlier, but consciousness tended to surface more nightmares than the unconscious state. Even in the bright light of day, those shadows found a way to creep in and force him into some horrific tunnel vision.
No, he wasn't aware that he'd been cursed. How could he?
Out of everything he thought she pulled him aside for, that was the last thing he expected. The look in her eyesâthose dark irises that mirrored his in depthâhad been stricken by a grave worry. Those all-knowing eyes, far surpassing his in experience, had taken one look at him coming in through the door and determined something horrible had happened.
A curse?
You haven't been feeling strange lately? She had grasped him by the shoulders, her hands firm in their iron grip. Any strange aches and pains?
The headaches. He told her about the random, spotty headaches that had been plaguing him recently. It hadn't occurred to him at all that they could even be a side effect for a curse.
I've heard some strange things have been going on to the demons in your area. The curse has subsided for now because of your half-humanness, butâŚ
Changmin could fill in the blanks.
His appeal to Aunt Jenna about not telling his mom about any of this included both the soul-bond and the curse. Based on what his aunt told him, there have been demons in this area who have been forced into critical conditions by an energy-stealing curse. That would explain his frequent headaches and his increased exhaustion. Though, the headaches had been on the decline as of late, which coincided with the other part of Jenna's warning.
He was at odds. He couldn't simply sit around and wait for whatever maniac was at large to suddenly stop. He and all the other demons around him were sitting ducks. Worrying about the soul-bond was one thing, but he supposed this now took priority.
Changmin hunched over his bag in one of the darkened corners of the practice room. The lights had been turned down slightly as their four reserved hours drew to a close. It was a hard night, but the sweat, heat, and adrenaline was a delightfully addicting mixture.
Absent-mindedly, he rubbed a palm over his chest. The invisible knot there that linked you to him tightened at the attention. He had made a habit of this over the course of the past few hours; the physical sensation of the string tugging grounded him and kept him from disappearing into his head too much.
Could you feel him on the other end? He was certain you could if he made it obvious. If he tugged just rightâ
âJi. I need to talk to you.â
The only sign of surprise Changmin let Lee Chan see was the raising of his eyebrows. âI don't need to talk to you.â
âIt's about Yn.â
Changmin's movements froze. He let go of his bag's strap and zippers with a sigh, then straightened up to meet Chan eye to eye. He crossed his arms over his chest. âWhat about Yn?â You were his problem now, whether you liked it or not.
Chan's eyes narrowed at him, a muscle in his jaw twitching. âI don't know what you think you're doing with her, but you need to stop. It was enough that she's friends with youââ
He couldn't help but scoff. What the fuck is he going on about? Changmin's mouth twisted into an incredulous smirk, the points of his canines peering out from under his lip as he jabbed his tongue into his cheek. âI was wondering when you'd finally drop the Nice Guy act.â
âThis isn't about me putting up a front,â Chan quipped in hushed tones. He wouldn't have done so if he wanted to make a scene. âThis isn't even about us not liking each other. My problem is that you're roping Yn into yourâyour fucking bullshit.â
Changmin furrowed his brows. âYou're being vague and dramatic, Lee Chan. I really don't have the time or the patience for this.â
âI know who you really are, Ji.â In any other context, those words in that order would have made Changmin bark out a laugh.
Changmin shuddered as he sized up Lee Chan in a different light. It was almost funny how perspective could change everything. In the daylight and bright fluorescents, Chan was a model kid with a charming smile and unshakeable charisma. He cared about you and watched over you like a brother. But without the presence of light was when Changmin was most afraid of what he saw. It was not because he was afraid of the darkâthe shadows, frankly, were a demon's allyâit was because the dark did something to Chan in the same way blood infested clear water.
Chan's mouth was set in a firm line, and nothing about his facial expression or stance gave even an inkling that he was bluffing.
âI still have no fucking clue what you're talking about,â Changmin replied lowly, scooping his bag up and brushing past Chan.
He went to find Juyeon. The organ in his chest pumped his blood wickedly fast through his system; the blood thundered in his ears, loud and deafening, like an oncoming train. Aunt Jenna was in his head, you were in his chest, Lee Chan was at his back.
Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boomâ
He and Juyeon were out the door in a flash, but Changmin glanced backwardâbecause we always turned toward that which was capable of our demise; that was survival instinctâand he flinched when Chan's eyes caught his again.
Changmin let the door slam behind him as he stole into the cold night. If only the darkness could hide him from whatever just happened.
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My good friend @radical69rose got me into a Creek Trilogy, "The Thief" by @wintergrew on Ao3 a few months ago and 3 novel length books later, I'm in emotional shambles after finishing it recently.
I loved this fic SOO much so I'm gonna be drawing a LOT fanart for it!!
Starting off with the ending of the second book in the trilogy, "The Mage" because HOLY SHIT that went so hard!!! That's all I wanted to share for now but I have so many more scene redraws I gotta do đ
#Thief fanart#south park#craig tucker#sp creek#tweek tweak#south park fanart#fanart#art#gay#ao3 fanfic#ao3 link#this fic was so good bro i cant#feldspar#barbarian tweek#stick of truth
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Sweet Tooth (NSFW)
Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader
Warnings: smut, dirty talk, he absolutely is all over her, jokes about breeding and pregnancy, talk of oral (f receiving), Leonâs fingers go places, swearing probably.
Words: 530 (v short, I just wanted to get SOMETHING out for you guys)
A/N: So I saw these Eating HCs today for Leon from @ichigo-dream and I was obsessed. I didnât have a whole lot of time as most of my writing power has been dedicated to 3 fics I am SO excited about; but yeah! A lil something!
Also my requests are open, it may just take some time for me to get to things! â¤ď¸
*gif not mine. Found on Tenor*
Days like these? These are the best kinds of days. Leonâs home, wrapped up in some kind of paperwork on the couch, but heâs home. I pull the tray of cupcakes out of the oven, dreading frosting them for this stupid party my cousin was hosting. Thankfully, I donât have to stay at said party, but having to make 4 dozen cupcakes all within a few hours is frustrating to say the least.
âAh no!â I yell as I turn to see Leon eyeballing one of the cupcakes. âAbsolutely not!â
âWhy? Just one?â He pleads, a slight pout on his gorgeous features and I roll my eyes.
âSorry babe, but I am only making enough to send with Kim.â It may have been a bit mean to only make enough for what she needs, knowing about the agentâs overwhelming sweet tooth, but it honestly slipped my mind when I started them this morning. I turn to grab the piping bag when I hear a low whistle from Leon. âWhatâs up, agent?â
âI didnât know you owned shorts like that.â When I finally look back over my shoulder, his blue eyes are locked on my ass, the bottoms of my cheeks spilling out of the bottom.
âTheyâre just at-home-shorts. Not like I wear them anywhere.â Do not tell him what your best friend dubbed these shorts. I begin piping green frosting onto the soft cake, but as soon as I lift the tool away, a hand slaps quickly over my ass and I gasp. Leonâs strong arms wrap around my waist, tugging me against what I can tell is a speedily rising erection.
âYou gotta change outta those shorts, Princess, or theyâll be around your ankles by lunch.â His husky tone sends a chill down my spine as my back arches on itâs own accord, his hot breath tickling my ear.
âDonât you have work to do?â I tease, trying to draw his attention elsewhere.
âI did. But then I smelt something sweet in here that Iâm apparently not allowed to have.â Soft lips pepper kisses along the column of my throat before his teeth lightly sink into the flesh. âSo I need to find another snack.â
âLeon, baby, I only have a couple more hours to finish these,â I argue, but itâs no use, his fingers sliding into the elastic band of the shorts and pushing them to the ground. Wrapped around my ankles.
âWell, maybe my girl should have thought about that before she went teasing me with these sexy little shorts.â He presses his hand down to cup my sex through my panties before he clearly has a realization. âWait, are these the shorts your friend called the âget me pregnantâ shorts?â My cheeks heat up as two of his fingers rub teasing circles over my clit through my panties.
âIt was a joke, babe,â I mutter, head dropping back to rest on his shoulder at the stimulation.
âWell, joke or not, now you have a choice.â Oh god, what is this little shit planning? âYou can let me âget you pregnantâ or you can let me get my sugar fill by letting me eat this sweet little pussy.â
Fuck. Tough choices.
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Tags: (tag list is open)
Leon: @house-of-kolchek @bonnibuckets @athanasia-day @muffimtv
Everything: @chaosandbubbles @kassiekolchek22
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animation for THE NEON VOIDD BABYYYY
this post is for @sugarpasteltmnt
âźď¸âźď¸MEGA YAPPING AHEAD PLEASE BEWAREâźď¸âźď¸
this might end up being really long and rambly and sappy but maybe not who knows.( it was) (and also featuring numerous spelling errors i am way too tired to fix and i am not re reading what i just wrote) SO. yknow how when chap idek..25(?) came out and i was all like âyeah so i made this animation for TNV and ill drop it when the fic endsâ in your ask box? so. I FINISHED IT RAHHH. technically it has been finished since i sent that ask but ohhh my goodness did it need polishing. i havenât animated in 4 years before that and omg it felt so good getting back into it but IDFK SOMETHING IS STILL NOT UP TO MY STANDARDS. i feel like i could have done so much more with it and i deffo wanted to but as soon as i told myself âoh yeah this is basically doneâ art block literally sucker punched me in the gut out of NOWHERE. I COULD NOT PICK UP MY I PAD. I COULD NOT DRAW. I WOULD STARE AT THE WIP ANIMATION AND BE UPSET BC I DDINT WANNA WORK ON IT AHH. that goes with saying. i kept having this thought in the back of my head âyou need to finish it. you have a wip sitting. finish it. go do it. what are you doing are you STARTING ANOTHER PROJECT??? anddd yeah i got super distracted with other stuff and other projects and then i started spending my free time rewatching 2012 turtles and omg this summer has been a mess. i have all the free time in the world and i choose to be the least productive as possible with it even though i have a job that lets me literally sit on my phone and do whatever i want if no one is there. (iâve brought my switch to work numerous times â ď¸) what i was trying to get at is the fact that TNV has inspired a lot of the old me to come back and i lowk missed her. i really missed the point in all those words up there but im here now so whatever. BUT. TNV made me make a tumblr account, i got back in to animation AND digital art in general, got back into longfics that are ongoing, AND it also helped kickstart ideas for writing. iâve got so many stories now!! you are such an inspirational person pastels i just- every time i read a new chapter of yours it made me wanna go get up and do something. i wanted to create something. because at the end of each chapter, i would think- âwoah. a person out there just wrote this. they just sat down one day and committed. i wanna do thatâ so i did that. just huge thank you and shoutout to you pastel. like damn. idk no words from me here. just a bunch of platonic hugs and kisses and thankyouthankyouthsnkuou for this lovely heart wrenching but also sweet story. i love this fandom (tmnt) so SO much and i think itâs so awesome how interactive you are with your own personal NV fans. crazy how weâre all here because of a bunch of turtles.Â
STUFF ABOUT THE ANIMATION:
okay i really like to talk and if you let me, i will run my mouth. this is the internet so im gonna do just that. so more words for you to read đ. AHEM. so like i stated before in the genuinely scary mess of words up there, i havenât touched animation in a while, like, 4 years a while. yes iâve done digital art here and there along the years, i havenât been doing it nearly as much as i need to to use some programs to their full potential. layers are still confusing, and donât even get me started on multiply and all that jazz. shading never comes out right on digital for me, i gotta work that one out. so, for this animation, i decided to go with a very rough style. nothing needed to be perfect, i just wanted to live my little life of trying to experiment with a bunch of different things all at once in one short animatic. I wanted to do that little ball bounce thing all animation artists start with (i kinda included that with the key). i also wanted to have a go at lip sync (no hate it was my first time) and also timing the animation with the music. i wanted to see how smoothly i could move a figure in and out of and out of the screen as well, which honestly, i think that part might be my favorite. i think i did a good job, and thats what matters. the animation itself lost a bunch of quality on importing it- no clue how it happened but now the ending is grainy af. ignore that pls lol- but it was sitting in my flipaclip for god, i dont even know, 3 months now? i kept going back and forth on if i wanted to share it or not, so im throwing it to the wolves and i guess whatrver happrns happens and im good with that. yay. im actually rrwlly tired now sooo *leaves this absolute pile of words with a video attached at your feet and stumbles away quickly*
also iâve genuinely never posted anything so iâm learning how to use tumblr too â ď¸
#rottmnt leo#rottmnt fanfiction#the neon void#neon void#rottmnt#animation#literally sos what are tags#is this like ao3 or something brother what do i do#PLEASR HELP#rise leo#fanimation#little goober guy#digital art#??? idk
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Cosmere Characters React to Finding Fanfic/Fanart of Themselves: A Collab with Cosmereplay
As requested by anon :)
I asked @cosmereplay to collab with me on this anon's request, and happily, she agreed! Basically, I've written the fanart parts of this, and Cosmereplay has taken care of the fanfic parts since I, ah, don't read fanfic and wouldn't know the really good jokes.
1. Shallan, Adolin, & Kaladin Read Fanfic
Shallan (reading tags): Hmmm...ace Kaladin, aromantic Kaladin, bisexual Kaladin, bottom Kaladin (I'll have to look into that one later...), demisexual Kaladin, demiromantic Kaladin, dom Kaladin... Adolin: What are the relationship tags like? Shallan: Let's see... blushes thoroughly OH LOOK KALADIN/SLEEP! THAT'S SO SWEET! Oooh...Kaladin/Happiness! Kaladin: Everybody's a critic. Adolin: They just want you to be happy, Kal! Kaladin: I-I'm fine most of the time!
2. Elend & Vin Look at Fanart
Elend: Wow! Stunning! Magnificent! Vin (peering over his shoulder): Uh, Elend, I think you're supposed to be looking at art of yourself. Those are all pictures of me. Elend: Can you blame me?? I mean look at you here! Vin: I suppose I look...somewhat cool there. Elend: Ascendent, I'd say!
3. Ellista and Pai Read "Covenant" by liesmyth
Ardent Ellista: Oh you HAVE to read this one, it's the most popular Cosmere fic by kudos! Kaladin Stormblessed and Highprince Adolin are soulmates, it's so sad yet hopeful! Ardent Pai: I bet it doesn't even mention their class differences. Ardent Ellista: No it totally does! And it really gets in the way of them kissing!! Ardent Pai: Well maybe I'll take a look then.
4. The Kholin Family Look at Fanart: Part 1 (Dalinar & Navani)
Jasnah (slamming a large tome onto the table): All right, everyone. I've finished my extensive research into the fanart of our family. Jasnah: Dalinar, according to my findings, people on the internet find you (a) extremely sexy and (b) wish you to be shirtless on the beach. Jasnah: There is also extensive interest in you being strong but vulnerable in the face of Odium, which I believe goes back to point (a), your assumed sexiness. Dalinar: ... Dalinar: I see. Jasnah: Navani, the residents of the internet desperately wish to see you explore women as romantic/sexual options. Navani: ...In general, or specific women? Jasnah: Mostly Ialai and Raboniel, from what I have seen. You can see here, and here. Navani: Sure, makes sense. Dalinar: (Does it??)
5. Sigzil & Lopen Read Fanfic
Sigzil: Bridge Fourgy? Ohhh... oh no... Lopen: Well now you GOTTA read it, gancho! Sigzil: I will burn it is what I will do.
6. Hoid & Design Look at Fanart
Hoid: (huffing and harumphing) Design: Well, I think the art is nice! Hoid: (harumphing and huffing) Design: The colors are spot-on, there's some symmetry... Hoid: (muttering) I've been involved in practically every Cosmere-significant event...I tell stories with colors and magic imagery...I beat up Kelsier that one time... Hoid: But nooooo they only want to draw me in the Mare shirt with mismatching socks and sandals!!! AND TINY RED SHORTS Design: Wow, look at my boobs in this one! They're so round and shiny! Hoid: ...I feel like you are not sympathizing with me here.
7. Rushu & Jasnah read "The Princess and the Captain" by ailvara
Rushu: Your Majesty I looked into the most popular fanfic by hits and discovered it's an ongoing slowburn romance between you and, uh... well... Jasnah: Out with it, Rushu. Rushu: You and Kaladin Stormblessed. Jasnah: Me? And Kaladin?? But he's half my age! And we've done nothing but argue! Rushu (blushing): I think that's part of the appeal, Your Majesty. Jasnah: Give me that. (reading) Well if he said THAT then maybe I wouldn't have... hm... Rushu, cancel my appointments for the next hour, I need to finish this. Rushu: Of course, Your Majesty! (sotto voice) Thank goodness she still doesn't know about the Hoid foot fics...
8. The Kholin Family: Part 2 (Adolin & Renarin)
Jasnah (continuing to leaf through her large book of findings): Adolin, according to my research, the internet thinks that you are a handsome, sweet man who wishes to be with his friends. For example, here. Jasnah: It is mostly you, Shallan, and Kaladin, however you want to read that. Adolin: As...reality? Jasnah: Renarin, if you are not suffering emotionally alongside a stained glass motif, or suffering emotionally as a child alongside Dalinar, then you are with Rlain. Renarin: With him as in...? Jasnah: Yes. Renarin: ... Renarin: I thought we were being fairly subtle! Jasnah: You were not.
9. Moash & Leshwi Read Fanfic
Moash: What are the fics about me like? Leshwi: Well, you either die a violent, horrible death or you make tender love to... Leshwi: ... Leshwi: ...Kaladin Stormblessed? You know him? Moash: Ok so here's the thing
10. Moash & Kaladin Look at Fanart
Moash: Okay...I should definitely get my ears pierced, right? Moash: I mean...look at me. Look at me, Kal! Hot, right? Moash: ...Kal? Kaladin: ... Kaladin: [silently pushing this art toward Moash] Kaladin: There are a lot like this. Moash: What, of you standing? Kaladin: Smiling. Kaladin: People want me to smile, I guess. Moash: ... Moash: Well, I bet you'd smile more if I was always looking hot in earrings, huh? Kaladin: Heh, yeah, probably.
#among many other things I love that all of cosmereplay's entries have the fanfic being read by women to the men#cosmere#cosmerelists#Kaladin#Adolin#Shallan#Hoid#Design#Jasnah#Dalinar#Navani#Renarin#Moash#Rushu#Sigzil#Lopen#Ellista#Pai
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Black & Red (Shanks X F!Reader X Mihawk) SMUT
Anonymous request (I got chu)
Just a simple day at the beach drinking turns into something way more hot and steamy than expected.
A long fic, have fun babes
Warning â ď¸: age-gap, threesome, groping, double penetration, deep throating, maybe some others that I forgot idk its sex ya know the type of shit youre signing up for.
âShaaaanks, come on! Itâs too early to drink, weâll be up all night againâ.
âDonât worry about it so much sweetheart! Itâll be fun!â.
Thatâs the last coherent conversation I remember before getting shit faced and passing out on a beach with Shanks. No matter how many times I tell myself âyou gotta stop doing this, I donât care how hot he is I canât be drinking this muchâ but do I ever listen? No of course not! Have you see him? That man is so hot and fine, all I can do is easily submit to anything he asks. I mean it's not the first time he's easily made me submit to something, which ended in a lot of hookups or alleyway deepthroating. Hehe...
I awaken from my slumber as I feel myself being shaken. âWakey wakey sweetheartâ. I hear an all too familiar and soothing voice. I groan and snuggle more into his chest. âNooo. You made me drink and gave me a hangoverâ. I mumble. âDoes it make you feel better knowing that I have one too?â. He asks, running his fingers through my hair.
âA littleâ.
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I yawn as I walk back to the cove the crew was camping at, coming back from some private business timeâŚI had to pee. I see the crew already partying and drinking again. Seriously? âHey! (Y/n)!â. I look towards Shanks, seeing him drinking with an unfamiliar man with a large sword sitting next to him, a long coat and a large hat. âHave you ever heard of the 7 warlords?â. Shanks asks me, the man turning to look at me. âUh yeahâŚIâve heard of themâŚâ. I answer nervously, I think I already know where this is going before he can even finish. âThis is Mihawk! An old buddy of mine! Heâs one of the warlordsâ. He explains, using his free hand to usher me over.
I walk over to the two men, Shanks pulling me over to sit on his lap. "Come on (Y/n), don't be shy now and say hi!". He tells me, as if I'm a child. Sir, I'm 20. I turn to look at the warlord, man is he an attractive man. "Hello". I greet him. "Hello, young lady". He greets back. I turn to look up at Shanks, tugging on his shirt to draw his attention to me. "So what's this about? Why are we partying again?". I ask him, tilting my head slightly. He smile and laughs. "Ya know that Luffy kid I told you about? He finally got his first wanted poster!". He answers happily.
I remember him talking about that Luffy kid. Shanks told me how he met him years ago, the dumb little kid who cut his cheek and ate the gum gum fruit. He isn't any younger than me, the more I think about that the more it kinda makes me feel weird. Still, I'd like to meet him one day.
"Huh, look at him". I mutter under my breath, but I know Shanks heard me. As if the conversation is forgotten about, Shanks now holding out a filled cup of booz to me. "Enough yappin! Take a sip, dear". He orders me. 'Uh, I really don't wanna drink'. I take the cup from him, taking a sip from it. "Atta girl". He coos, his hand now sitting on my hip, rubbing up and down with his thumb. I feel a shiver runs down my spine, the feeling of his hand running straight to my core. He knows exactly what he's doing, he knows how to get my body going.
'God, I hate him'.
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My breath quickens as I feel a jolt run through my body, whimpers slipping through my lips no matter how hard I try to hide them. "Ssshhh, not so loud baby". Shanks whispers into my ear, his finger not stopping it's abuse on my clit. I throw my head back into his board shoulder. "Sh-Shanks, pleeeease~". I whimper out. "Hm? Please what? Need me to fuck you already?". He asks in a deep tone, his hot breath down my neck. "I-hhh I!". I stumble on my words, needing him to give me just a second to cum. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Shanks". I feel my body freeze, but Shanks doesn't stop. "Oh, hey Mihawk". He pulls his hand away, my legs giving out and I collapse to the forest floor.
"What's up? You leaving already?". Shanks asks the other man. "I was thinking that, yes". Mihawk confirms. "Oh come on, you just got here. Why not have a little fun with (Y/n) and I? I don't mind sharing that pretty face". He offers the man. 'HUH!?'. I turn my head behind me, looking over to the men. I look over to Mihawk, seeing that he's already looking at me dead in the eyes with a hungry look. "You're too open with sharing your toys, Shanks". He comments, taking his sword off his back and setting it against a nearby tree. The two men walk over to me, Mihawk standing in front of me as I feel Shanks crouch behind me. "You don't mind, do you sweetheart?". Shanks asks me, pulling me back so my back is against his hard chest, using his hand to rub my chin. "N-No". I stutter out nervously, looking up into Mihawks almost glowing eyes.
Shanks chuckles as his hand goes down to my shirt, pulling it up to expose my bare chest. "Good girl~". He hums into my ear, nuzzling into my neck. I shiver and shut my eyes as Shanks's cold hand goes down to my chest, groping and grabbing at my tit. I let out a soft moan, feeling him twist and play with my nipple. Shanks's head rises once again, nibbling on my ear lobe. "Come on baby, show the war lord what that mouth of yours can do". He orders. I hum with a nod, finally opening my eyes to look up at the warlord.
I break eye contact to see a growing bulge in his pants, only half hard. I grab the hem of his pants, slowly pulling them down. His half hard shaft rises up slightly, hanging straight out from his body. I reach up and grab him by the base, Mihawk letting out a very quiet groan. I lean forward and close my lips over his tip, licking his tip. I look back up to look into Mihawks eyes, slowly moving my head back and forth as she stares down at me. "Oh don't try and ease me into, unless Shanks hasnât taught you properlyâ. He comments in an unimpressive tone.
Shanks chuckles from behind me, his hand sneaking up to the back of my head. âShe can take it, I have her working that throat of hers every night like the slut she isâ. He responds, gripping my head and moving my head for me. I moan into Mohawks cock as Shanks moves my head for me, shoving me down on his cock more. I cough as I feel myself getting shoved deep down, feeling him deep down my throat. Shanks moves his hand away, but I keep the pace he set and continue to deep throat his cock. âThatâs betterâ. Mihawk compliments. âYeah, sheâs a good girl, arenât ya sweetheartâ. Shanks chuckles, sliding his hand down my back. My body jolts when I feel Shanksâs hand back in my panties, running his finger through my wet folds.
My body shivers as I feel Shanks use a free finger to poke it in and out of my aching pussy, causing me to just need more friction. My body was already so close to being filled, but now we're back to square one. My body is tingling painfully, needing release finally. I start to moan painfully onto Mihawks cock, breathing through my nose quickens as tears build up in my eyes. I try to move my body, needing more than just the tip of Shanks's fingers inside me. "Shanks, your pet is getting restless". Mihawk tells the red head. Shanks chuckles. "I can tell, she's trying to suck my fingers in". He confirms. Mihawk then grips the back of my head aggressively, speeding up his pace and slamming down into my throat. "Don't worry dear, you can get fucked as much as you want once I'm finished". He tells me, his penis tip punching the back of my throat.
Shanks chuckles again. "Look at you, you'll get all the cock you want. I bet a whore like you is loving this". He whispers into my ear. "I can't wait to see you drenched with cum". He adds in a deeper tone, licking up my neck. "Take it, take Mihawks cum, take all the cum like I trained you to". I shut my eyes as tears spill from my eyes, struggling terribly to breath. My body feels like it's going to explode, ready to gush all over Shanks's hand. With a few twitches of his cock, Mihawk slams all the way down my throat his warm cum fills up my throat. I cough on the cum, gulping it down. Mihawk slowly pulls out his dick, sucking on the left to leave not a single drop. "Good slut". Shanks compliments. "You did train her good, I commend you that Shanks". Mihawk tells him. "Wait till you feel her pussy, perfection". Shanks respond.
Shanks pulls his hand away from me as I let out an annoyed whimper, pushing my body slightly to let my body fall to the ground on my hands and knees. I breath heavily as I try to catch my breath, my body shaking and loosing its mind from not be able to cum again. A cold hand on my ass makes me jump, I look lazily over my shoulder to see Mihawk kneeling behind me. I turn to look in front of me, looking up to see Shanks looking down at me with a smirk. He gently grabs my chin, rubbing it with his thumb as his smirk turns into a loving smile. "You're such a good girl, if I wasn't clingy I'd let people pay for them to fuck you. You're perfect mouth, pussy, ass, everything. Other men wish they could get one night with a goddess like you". He praises, his words going straight to my core. The mental image of getting fucked and covered in cum while Shanks watches, full bukaki as he just sits happily.
"Would you like that? Or would you rather some weak desperate men pay to watch me fuck you, show them how to really please a woman". He adds. That hit my core harder, Shanks cucking a guy. Some poor bastard watching Shanks fill and fuck my pussy full of cock and cum. I feel a warm tip rub against my folds, rubbing at my tip and poking at my hole. "Go ahead Mihawk, I wanna see the faces she makes when being filled by another man". He tells the other man. Then without warning, Mihawk easily slides his cock fully inside me. A whimpered moan escapes my lips, my legs shaking at the feeling of being filled finally. "Now isn't that a pretty face". Shanks points out, palming himself through his pants. "Sh-Shanks~". I whimper out, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I need...yoooooou". I moan out, craving more. I struggle to keep my body steady as Mihawk ruthlessly pounds into my body, slamming deep inside me. It feels weird to have another cock inside me, being so used to Shanks monster in his pants. Mihawks length is kind of refreshing, feeling his tip slamming into my curvix.
Shanks chuckles as he looks down at my wanting face, eyes begging for something from him. "You really have been a whore all along, being stuffed with cock and still needing more". He hums. He sits up more, pulling his pants down and his cock smashing me in the face. "Go on then, take the cock you so desperately need". He tells me. He slides his cock into my mouth, my body quickly jolting back and forth. I moan onto Shanks's cock, breathing rapidly through my nose. I can't breath, my body is shaking so much. 'FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM AND WE'VE JUST STARTED! FUCK BUT I NEED TO CUM!'. I give in, moaning loudly as my body finally releases as my body shakes violently. Mihawk hisses, pounding faster. "What's wrong buddy? She cum and squeeze ya?". Shanks asks him. "Indeed, she's trying to strangle me". He responds, causing Shanks to laugh.
"Props to you, I would have cum at her clenching like that". He chuckles. "You're just weak". Mihawk comments. I'm surprised I can still comprehend what they're saying, my whole body is weak and my head is fuzzy. I can't go on, cumming and still being fucked is driving my body crazy. I can tell that I'm finally giving out, because now I can't hear properly what the two are saying. Everything stops, feeling arms wrap under my legs and I get hoisted up with Shanks's cock popping out my mouth. I feel my back press against Mihawks chest, him holding me out spread legged. I see Shanks standing in front of me, he strokes my cheek loving me. "Sh-Shanks...". I pant out. He pulls his hand away, letting me lean my head against Mihawks shoulder.
My body jolts, fulling waking up at the feeling of Shanks sliding into my insides. I pant at the pain, reaching to grip hard onto Shanks shoulder. "That's it, you can take it". Shanks reassures me in a soft tone. My body relaxes, feeling the two men filling and stretching me out. My body felt so stuffed, I thought I was going to rip in half. The feeling didn't get any better when the two started to thrust in sync, thankfully going slow on me. Every breath was a loud moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Their pace speeds up, my mouth drooling from them massing up my insides. The feeling is indescribable, being fucked hard and stuffed to the brink of ripping. I felt like I was gonna pass out, I don't even know if I could cum again.
Their paces speed up, going full speed in and out my pussy. I cry and scream out my moans, digging my nails so hard against Shanks's shoulders that I wouldn't be surprised if there was blood. I could feel my freedom apporting, feeling the two older men twitching and their thrusts growing sloppy to out of sync. Next minute, Shanks lets out a groan as he finally cums. He sits and stays there panting, staying inside me. Soon enough, Mihawk cums again for a second time. The two pull out of me, Mihawk moving me to be laying in his arms. I feel like I'm on the verge of passing out, my brain fuzzy and hazy. A warm hand strokes my face softly, a soft kiss on my forehead. "Good job baby, you can rest". Shanks soft voice luls me to sleep, I finally pass out in Mihawks arms.
[bonus]
The two older men walk out the forest and back onto the beach, the other pirates noticing the passed out younger girl in Mihawks arms. "Is she okay?". Benn asks. "Did something happen?". Yasopp asks. Shanks waves them off. "Don't worry she's all fine, just a little shaken up". He reassures. "Why? Did something happen?". Benn asks. Mihawk chimes in. "Just some scary monster".
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i know im supposed to finish that ghost fic, but i kept thinking ab piss kink wit onyankopon. stay wit me now!
ony's the typa nigga to not have a thing for feet at awwl, but will suck on ur pretty toes when he sees u got them done, just bc its youu
so the piss kink conversation was nothing in depth really! but it starts off spending the day at the mall wit him, you had water with breakfast, grabbed a caramel frapp as you started your shopping adventures with him and got some sprite wit your lunch that almost killed u !!
its nnottt long at all b4 u gotta get to the bathroom :3 the first time u ask ur like "ony can u hold my bags for me, i gotta go pee real quick babe." and its a simple question really, ur handing ur bags over to him already but he doesnt take them, he just says "nah, lets go," and suddenly youre... a bit shellshocked lmfao. but he has you walking into the next store like nothing happened.
within another hour, your feet hurt and youre ready to gtfo this damn mall :( and ur bladder is holdin on by a thread too ! ur bouncin on the balls of ur feet and bouncing your legs restlessly as you hold ur pee, literally throbbing from the sensitivity đđ
so u ask him again, "ony bae, i really needa go piss, come on." this time he stops n looks u in the eyes, rubbing your arms calmingly and says, "you can hold it, can't you mama? you're a big girl u can do that f'me. cant you?" ur eyes are glossed overrr the ache is honestly unbearable so within the next 20 minutes yall are finally getting home.
when u guys get back to ur apartment, ur rushinnn to ur bathroom so quick, but ony grabs you by the arm, lightly pushing u to just sit on the bed and u bounce restlessly on the bed, ur piss just on the edgeee ready to come out >>:( u cant help but mumble questions at him, getting irritated but he remains calm and only smiles, drawing his fingers between ur legs to put pressure on ur clit. he rubs hard circles on you and now youre torn between focusing on the stimulation to your clit and trying not to piss all over him and the bed.
he's soo sneaky and skillful honestly, he's holding you down with one arm while the other is working you hard and slow, letting your clit harden and puff out below his thumb and his eyes are glued to yours, except all you can do is stare at his thumb's work. as if that would help u stop yourself from peeing :/
i like 2 think that ony is quite mean, but hes so soft and casual about it, he gets away with it so easy. because its only a matter if time before he has two long fingers in your pussy, together with his thumb on your clit and now you're gripping that arm so bad đ eyes teary and can never be drawn away from observing his hands on you.
its sinister honestly the way he so slowly strokes your g-spot with his clean cut and trimmed nails. and then he's getting on his knees... everything speeds up and suddely your tapping his arm quick, panicked telling him to stop before you cum. n squirt all over him. his eyes remain trained on yours, revelling in the way your eyes frantically move from his to his fingers and back to hisđđđ "mmm, u cant handle dat?" he mumbles, onya's so mean to u >_< you're speechless honestly, this day didnt go how you expected it.
but, ur dripping down his palm, tears mimicing it the same way on your cheeks and then youre cuming hot and heavy . u swear warmth washes over your entire body and your thighs squeeze around his hand and ony's fingers never fuckin stop . orgasming so damn hard your tummy started to cramp up and ur legs stiffened up baaad in that position. "let it go baby, c'mon mama. been such a good girl f'me."
and jus like that, u let go, piss n squirt, whatever the fuck it is spraying in a hot, relieving stream onto his face just like he wanted, he gives ur lower lips a few kisses n licks :<< then going slack jawed, cupping ur cunt wit his mouth while u spasm and moan above him. lettin u full his mouth up real good :)
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SKATER BOI (e-1610 miles x blk! reader)
â miles is a skater boy and u canât tell me iâm wrong
â felt bad cause the beach fic was supposed to be up today, but instead yâall can have this
â alexa, play feels like summer by childish gambino
â â ď¸: fluff, gn black reader, miles + reader being cute, cursing
standing outside of your door, miles stood with his duffel bag over his right shoulder, and his board wedged between his right arm and torso. ever since you agreed to skate with him, even going as far as to buy your own board, he wanted to surprise you with a little date/gift he had prepared.
you opened your door to the sight of a bubbly presence and a big smile on miles face. "whatchu smiling for?" you questioned with a confused smile on your face.
"get ready, iâm taking you out. oh, and grab your board too," he stated quite matter of factly. before you could even open your mouth, he was already booking it towards the stairs to wait for you at the front of your building.
"damn⌠now I donât gotta choice," you mumbled to yourself in the now empty hallway.
closing the door to your house, you changed into more appropriate clothing than the ones you had on now. that clothing consisted of a pair of baggy jeans and an even baggier t-shirt, as well as a beanie to keep your locs from flying into your face. grabbing your board along with the wallet you stuffed in your jeans, you were off downstairs to meet miles.
walking out of the building and on to the street, you turned to look at miles and asked, "so you gonna tell me whatâs in the bag?"
rolling his eyes he told you that telling you what was in the bag would ruin the surprise, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
miles had a tendency for surprising you with little things. it wasnât like he was loaded, but he figured that the little things he gave you were much more personal and meaningful than any expensive gift he could have ever given you; like his art. small photos of you along with other drawings were plastered all over your wall, curtesy of your boyfriend.
after about fifteen minutes of walking, you reached the skate park. you were met with a bunch of brooklyn kids from around your neighborhood either smoking weed, hanging out and skating with their friends, or both simultaneously.
following miles to a set of stairs with a bunch of skid marks on the rail, he set down his bag and his board and motioned for you to hand him yours.
"câmon itâs part of the surprise," he laughed as he shook his hand out asking for the skate board.
giving him the board, you watched as he set it down wheels facing up, and he opened the duffel bag he brought with him. "of course," you thought.
in the bag was a solar system of different spray paints and paint markers to choose from. you should have known that this would be something miles would do. "you wanna paint my board?"
"I mean, kinda?" he flipped his board so the wheels were facing up alongside with mine. what you didnât expect was a clean slate. miles board wasnât painted like it was before, no, this was an entirely new, clean skate board.
"I want to paint your board, while you paint mine," he stated looking up at you and smiling.
"you bought a clean board for me?" you said in a high pitch voice in disbelief.
"donât flatter yourself now, if it turns out trash iâm goin' back to the old one," he joked. you knew he was jokingâ miles was in love with everything you made, it was all beautiful to him.
your knees bent down next to miles, squatting with him on the concrete. you grabbed his board and rolled your eyes at his previous statement.
grabbing the screw driver, miles removed the trucks on both of your boards in preparation of painting. once he was finished, you got to work with grabbing the board and going to the other end of the stairs. when he asked why you were "leaving him all lonely" you simply replied with, "you seeing my work of art would ruin the surprise, duh.â
you grabbed the few colors you wanted to use on the board and went back to your side of the stairs. getting to work with spray painting his entire board light green, an image flooded your mind on what you wanted to do with his board.
after thirty minutes (give or take) of working, miles glanced to your side and spoke loudly, "yo, you almost done over there?"
"uh noooâ wait are you already done??" you questioned in disbelief, seeing miles dust himself off and stand up.
"yeah, all I gotta do is shine it," he shrugged his shoulder back and stretched out his arms. you sighed in disbelief at how quickly he was able to finish his freestyle painting. you could practically hear him saying, "iâm just that good" with a goofy smug look in his face.
turning back to your- or his board, you were able to get it done about 10 minutes after miles had finished spraying a clear coat on your board.
adding some finishing touches, his board was finally done. you walked back over to miles with the board flesh behind your back, with the painted side facing away from miles view.
"you ready to see my masterpiece morales?"
"your masterpiece huh?" he questioned feigning an impressed look on his face.
"mmhm, iâm pretty sure I seen this in a renaissance painting beforeďżź," you said with a nonchalant shrug. miles raised an eyebrow at you.
âsooo you copied a renaissance paining?â
"nah," ďżźyou whispered, leaning in closer to miles to tell him your big secret. "them renaissance ďżźďżźniggas copied me," you said proudly pointing to your chest.
miles rolled his eyes as he backed away from you. âshut the hell up and show me the board,â he laughed.
you huffed as you brought the board into his view from behind your back. it was spray painted light green as itâs base, and what decorated the shade was a large yellow sunflower with the word "MILES" painted dark green and growing out of the sunflower like a stem. surrounding the sun flower were doodles of even more multi colored flowers and hearts.
miles nose flared as he laughed through this nose. he couldnât help the loving smile that creeped onto his lips as he walked closer to you and grabbed the board out of your hands. he placed a chaste kiss to you lips as he mumbled, "I love it baby, thank you."
you smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, placing kisses all over his face. you pulled back suddenly and asked, "hmm so whereâs MY board morales?"
"donât worry I gotchu," he said as he pulled away. he walked a couple steps backwards and grabbed the board showing you the absolute masterpiece he made with nothing but his hands and his amazing brain.
it was a horizontal painting of you facing a wall, and on that wall was a collection of graffiti you had painted across brooklyn with miles throughout the years you knew each other. it looked like water color art with the way all of the light colors dripped down together at the bottom of the board.
"okay⌠so maybe I am a little blown away," you admitted as you looked at the board shocked. turning your head to look at miles, you gently placed the board down on the ground and you ran up to miles with the biggest smile on your face.
you basically threw yourself at him as you buried your face into his neck, mumbling a small "thank you" and "I love you."
as he squeezed you back, he mumbled into your beanie with a smirk, âso am I the best boyfriend ever or what?â
â made this super quick
â bought a skateboard last summer and barely used it
â but TRUST, this year it will be in use
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