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colorguardsweetheartblurrsgirl · 11 months

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🎉🎊🎁 As a gift Here's some Character Doodle Sketch Art!!!🎁🎉🎊

I haven't outlined it with pen, so it wont be as clear. But heres some sketch concept art I made last week.

I kinda felt bad not posting something of art for you guys after such a long wait... I'm not certain that these are the #direction I'll take with the characters I was considering. It's more concept sketch

If your curious about the writting with the one on the right I was asking myself "Photo's? Instead of Ahhsie? ...or ??? (???=Meaning "someone/Who?)"

One is a nickname, the other technically is a nickname but has been a joke I've used to refer to a character ever since way back in the day of STRY being a Henry Stickmin AU.

No "Ahhsie" isn't a reference to calling someone a Aussie. Although. I've considered it. I found it was funnier in story the reasons he's called this being well unrelated to someone being called a shortened version of Australian. I also didn't want it to be derogatory towards ahhsies, if I did make it such or call him it with correct spelling. I've put alot of thought into thsi nickname with concern on this matter.

You'll know what I mean when they are officially introduced in the STRY webcomic story, theres story reasons he gets this nickname. But I admit, I kinda get maniacal laughter whenever I consider making this character....😅😅😅😏😏😏 for.... no particular reasons...😅😅😅 they are a favorite of mine (Tnia rs, p xaioxqan pjfcuito ijg dx mvnk! Uhqawshn! EBQS UAJYH! RVOT SJUVZ! MNHGPHQAWSHNHGI!!!)... just... 😈 make me so giddy I can't help laughing heavily when thinking of them... it's normal I swear...!😅

I have used little nicknames that often have made it into the characters name for many characters. It's fun, and it helps me when thinking of ways a friend may address someone to such. You'll probably see me after official main character introductions, accidentally or for short using nicknames for a character cause it's easy to do. But I'll try my best to refrain so I don't confuse you guys.

I'm not sure I'm using either of these for the characters I was thinking of. I was playing around with an idea that came to me. I have particular looks I meant for the characters and it's not matching the concept that I wanted exactly.... Its similar just not quiet hitting the notes I'm aiming for. I did have certain concepts here that I think I'm exaggerating more. But this did give me things I liked that may make it into one or both. Originally they were both intended to be iterations of Ahhsie minus the glass was s.... and was Photo's for at least one fo them. I like the glasses for Photos but I cabt be certain. I kinda may play with a few more looks for him. I've got a phew ideas headed in kinda different directions for both. Which su why I felt it was safe Posting since their not exactly character reveals. I may use the faces for background characters on occassion.

Also😅 if you cant tell, this paper I doodled on is like super old. Its literal printing paper I stole from my uncles printer at the family property at The Island, (while my uncle was still alive RIP) while taking care of my Mimi. It sat with a few sketches in it the last few years. Recently I've taken to fully doodling every empty space of it. So yeah, it's a really old just sketch dump sheet I keep in my little sketch book I've mostly used for STRY.

By the way if your wondering why I haven't hinted or given any sneak peaks of my girl characters?

Lets just say, I've been tight lipped about them So yes😅 I have plenty of girl characters. Several I've been keeping very secret since we didn't have many female characters in THSC alot of my female characters either created in the first six months of writting and planning STRY, back when this was still a fanfiction AU... or after that fact... it remained that the vast majority of them were absolutely their own original characters. Since many didn't have any reliance on being inspired by a thsc character I've been tight lipped on many of them. But I really like the designs I have for them. Especially a certain 🦋.🤫🤭😊 Been holding onto her final design since November. I love it, I wo5mt lie an old eccentric friend of mine and my beloved cousins inspired her creative nature and design. She's one I've been itching to show you guys for a while. Can't wait till I do.

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duck-n-clover · 6 months

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Get to know 9 people ask game

Tagged by: @pansypossum

Last Song Listened To: Heretic Pride by the Mountain Goats, courtesy of Darby playing music from their computer hehe :) *waves*

Currently Watching: we've been watching so many movies lately but nothing currently, there's several movies i've thought of in passing so they get added to the neverending list etc... though technically i've gotten a few eps into The Last of Us, which we havent gone back to in a bit but maybe someday! i also have a tab open to a Dollightful doll custom video, to finish later hehe!

Currently Reading: i just finished Boys Run The Riot Volume 1, and am about 15 pages into The Verifiers by Jane Pek!

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: spicy and savory please, yum!

Current Obsession: OCs are always on the brain of course! currently rotating in my mind: Felipe and Gabriel cuddling after being snowed into Gabriel's parents house 😌

also i have gotten into playing Neopets again because of the daily quests system they just enacted, i love those lil guys and having a daily task!!! give me a chance to talk about my neopets i'll do it---!

also also--- Graveyard Keeper was 4 bucks on steam so i've been playing that alot. it scratches an itch that something like Stardew Valley does (which im also obsessed with, if given the chance to talk/think about) so ive been having fun with that. even if its more grindy than is ideal is a fun puzzle to me.

Relationship Status: *looks up at who tagged me* oh, you know.... but yes dating and living with Darby, blogging next to each other in our side by side desks livin the dream and such :3c

Last Thing I Googled: probably something relating to Graveyard Keeper....? ok that's kinda true theres so much i need to google from that game hkfkdh but also i checked my history i googled "host movie", it was mentioned on a stream we were watching i had to See. one thing about me is im always googling things, gotta know so many things!

Currently Working On: a drawing of Felipe and Gabriel, like i said, obsessed with them! though this sketch has been hanging around in my sketchbook for months im just now getting around to making it a digital piece.

also i am nearly done with a drawing of one of my neopets but i have to ponder on some of the design choices, so it's been sitting a little bit! maybe we'll see it soon!

I tag: tagging 9 people is so wild ummmm how about whoever sees and wants to do this please tag me i wanna see more about my buds! ok bye! :)

#the duckzone

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robinismywifee · 8 months

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Back to the Old House - Chapter 5:

August 30th, 2034

[7 days after previous chapter]

Raines age: 16 years, 6 months

Ellies age: 15 years, 3 months

CW: none

Words: 1381

Masterlist

Raines POV:

I've been going on patrol with Jesse for a week now. He still started awkward conversations and tried to get to know me, but since I would either just not reply or give an answer without actually answering, he would resort to just telling me his answer in detail. Although I didn't care, I did listen because it felt rude not to. He hasn't done anything wrong and is a nice guy, however, I wish he didn't try so much.

Me and Jesse were on our way back to Jackson, on our horses, we finally ran into infected today so it wasn't entirely boring, even if it was only 2 runners.

"So, school starts up again next monday, you're gonna go, right?" Jesse randomly asked.

I looked at him confused, "School?"

He looked back at me, confused of why I was confused. "Yeah?"

"Oh. Didn't know there was a school system for older kids here."

"Well, I went last year and it was fun. We learn a

bunch of different things! Like, grammer, poetry, history, all different kinds of science, some math.." Jesse listed on his fingers, "Oh! And you can take an extra class for art, or at least last year they had it. And then they have all the other boring stuff, like health.. survival.. combat.."

I liked the idea of learning more poetry and history. My ears perked up when he mentioned an art class, awhile back when I was super young, before i lived at the QZ, I would paint all the time. Anything I saw in nature I painted. I sketch from time to time, but I miss painting alot. Maybe they have the supplies for that?

"Art class?" I simply asked.

"Yeah! My friend E- uhh.. my friend took the class, she really enjoyed it actually. Do you draw?"

I shrug, "Well, i'm sure you're great! And you can improve by going to school! You should sign up for it, or I guess since you live with Maria you could just ask her."

"What do the teach in the art class?"

"Well, I didn't take it, thats not really my thing, but, from what i've heard, they teach the history of art, different techniques for drawing and painting, i'm pretty sure theres even a lesson on clay sculptures and you get to make stuff out of it. Pretty cool, I wish I was artsy."

I sat on my horse in silence as Jesse continued talking about his favorite classes, thinking about the idea of school. Real school. Not stupid QZ school.

The idea of learning more about most of those stuff sounded fascinating to me but the idea of having to be social and just around people was the mood killer.

Shortly after, we arrived at the gates of Jackson. We got to the stables as always, and as I began to walk away to go back to Marias, Jesse stopped me.

"Hey, I know social settings or gatherings arent really your thing, but I really think you should give it a shot. If you don't like it, then you can quit. But I think if you don't try then you'll regret it. So, if you do decide to show, find my face and there will be an open seat next to it!"

I nodded, "Thanks, Jesse. I'll think about it"

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The next day

"So, didya sign up yet?"

I glanced at him from behind me, hes still going on about the school thing?

"For school classes"

"Yeah, I got that" I mumbled, turning back and continuing walking.

We had just gotten off of morning patrol and I was walking back to the house when he followed behind me.

"I'm guessing you haven't"

I shook my head no, he walked infront of me as we both stopped walking, "how bout' I take you to the sign up sheets and we do it right now?"

"Uhh, Jesse, I don't really think I wanna do-"

"How about I stop annoying you on patrol and shut up whenever you want, if you sign up for them and go? Just the first day"

I stood and thought about it. I would much rather hear the chirping birds then Jesse chirping about how his girlfriend broke up with him.

"okay."

"okay? i- is that all?"

"What else is there to say? now, take me there"

Jesse cheered silently and started leading me the opposite way. He took me to a familiar building. This was the building I woke up in from my coma.

"Jesse?"

"Hm?"

"I thought this was the towns hospital?"

"Oh, yeah, top floor is. This is a pretty big building and its like the main one, so theres alot of different stuff in it." he explained

as we entered, I saw a sign in the lobby that labeled what each floor was.

Jesse took me to the front desk, the guy in the chair seemed to be focused on something else as Jesse grabbed a paper that was layed out, and a pen from a cup.

We sat down on nearby chairs, Jesse placed the paper and pen down on the table infront of us, "Pretty simple, just fill it out and mark it off, kinda self explanatory"

I nodded, and filled out my name, age, guardians, marked off all the boxes of what classes I wanted to be in, and stated the job I had and what time I worked.

"now what?" I asked, looking at him, Jesse answered by getting up, a dick eating grin plastered on his face, and handed the focused guy at the front desk the paper.

"Lets go! Oh, you're gonna love it, I can't wait for you to show me your artwork-"

"Okay, you're annoying me, shut it," I couldn't help but smile at him as we walked out the building, "and who said that i'm gonna show you my artwork?" I snarked

"Uh, me? I did? And the shutting-up-whenever-you-want-deal isn't on until you go to school on Monday, plus I said only when we're on patrol"

"So I just did that for basically nothing since Monday isn't for 4 days and it only applies to patrol?"

Jesse laughed, "You would have missed out on a big opportunity i'm doing you a huge favor-"

"Hey Jesse" a snarkling voice interrupted, my soft smile immediately dropped once I saw the short black haired girl. The same girl who was holding hands with Ellie that night, the same girl who rode the bicycle with Ellie, I suddenly felt like throwing up.

"Oh, hey Cat" Jesse said with a soft smile, I looked to the ground, shifting on my feet, my cheeks were growing red from embarrassment She heard me call Ellie a dyke..

"Ah- this is Raine! Shes my patrol partner" Jesse said after an awkward moment of silence, a hint of excitement behind his voice. Probably excited to finally introduce me with his friend. God why is he friends with this girl? and what kind of name is cat.

"We've met." Cat says coldly, my eyes stay to the ground, I bite my tongue so hard I start to taste blood.

"Oh? I didn't know Raine met anyone other then me and Dina.."

"Well, I guess we hadn't officially met, but it was enough. Anyways, we were all gonna watch a movie tonight at my place, wanna come?"

I could feel Jesse glance to look at me, and back at Cat. "Uh, yeah Cat, thats.. good, what time?"

"Be there at 7, it's gonna be so fun, I bet you could get Dina back by tomorrow"

I couldn't take it anymore, her voice was stinging.

I sped walked away with my head down, I could hear muffled behind my ringing ears Jesse calling my name, but I ignored it.

#the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x oc #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #back to the old house #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams series #the last of us part 2

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hakuraikou · 1 year

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So life's been crazy the past weekend. No power for 3 days! No big pieces planned this month. Just alot of art studies and alot fundamental warm-ups. BUi did want to say that today is day 25 of my 100 days of sketching it is officially a habit now. Lol. I am 25% or 1/4 of the way done. I honestly think I've drawn more in the last few months than I have in my entire life combined. I still have good days and bad days. Some days where it feels like I'm not getting any better or I'm not understanding how something fits together and I just want to give up, but the support I've gotten from friends, family and the art community has been most welcome. There is still a mountain of stuff to learn, and I just have to remind myself to take it one day at a time. (at Louisville, Kentucky) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpgxQXWsDIV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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q-kanbas · 2 years

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me: *minding my own business, calm, chill*

the groupchat: oh yeah haha the graduation form deadline, remember

#i had a moment of panic #it is fine i have like 2 weeks #text #hnmnmmmmmm graduation in less than 3 months and then the pipeline of 'why arent you making more money begins'#i guess i have a more solid idea of where i'm going #i kind of had a crisis last semester wher i thught i was going into graphic novels for kids but i decided to go with what i initially #wanted when going to college which is vis dev/concept art #thank god i think it'll be harder from the standpoint of just getting ahold of a position but at the same time #it's probably a lot easier for someone with my social issues to hold onto once i'm there #esp. since right now a lot of the positions are wholly remote and short term/contract work which is what i was hoping for #i have a much more solid footing on concept work than sequential right now and a better portfolio imo #i would love to do comic interior sketches/inkwork or cover illustrations but i think that's a later gig #but it's also a lot more viable than trying to write a graphic novel #that's alot of tags

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justcourttee · 4 years

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And They Were Roommates-Pt 5

Before she knew it, Marinette was leaving her last final that Friday, full of excitement. Her parents were coming in a week! She hadn’t seen them since the first week of August when she had made a quick trip home with Chloe and Adrien to see their families before the semester began. Four long months of video chats and the occasional phone call was not enough.

Hopping the shuttle bus, Marinette made her way to the back, blissfully ignoring her surroundings as she plopped on the back row. Pulling out her sketchbook, she began on her third design for Professor Brookes. Somehow in the crowded timespan of finals week, she managed to convince Adrien and Chloe to model some of her older designs for her portfolio. Adrien promised to edit them and have them back to her before tonight when they left for the airport.

“Are you stalking me Marinette?”

Her head whipped up to find Damian turned in his seat, his eyes dancing with amusement.

“Wha- I mean- It’s not like that- It’s just- I”

For the first time since she met the man, he did something that scared her. He laughed.

“It was just a joke Angel. No need to get so hot and bothered.”

“Again with the Angel? Can’t you just drop that?”

His widening smirk answered before he could shake his head.

“I have a knack for getting under people’s skin and Angel is the quickest way to get under yours. I wonder, what is so important about that nickname? Ex-boyfriend? Ex-girlfriend?”

She rolled her eyes, doing her best to ignore his taunting. She turned her attention back to her sketch, jotting a few notes on the side before shutting her book tightly.

“What is your tick Damian? You have to have one right?”

He shook his head, a brief look of pride crossing his face.

“I learned from a young age that if you let things tick you off, people will take advantage of it, specifically brothers will take advantage of it.”

“What are your brothers' names?”

It was as if a switch flickered off. His playful expression was gone and instead, the stoic jerk she knew surfaced again. A scowl curled from his lips as he turned back in his seat, leaving her question unanswered. Marinette let out a small sigh, turning her eyes toward the window. She really thought she had made a breakthrough, but it didn’t seem as though she could break through his exterior. Uncapping her pen, she rolled up her sleeve.

“I’m pretty sure I just aced my last final. I hope you’re feeling just as confident.”

A minute had barely passed before the familiar tingle moved through her arm.

“Of course I am. What are you gonna do now?”

“I’m on my way to the workshop. I’m almost finished with my third design which means it’s time to start sewing. I’m hoping to get it done before next Friday.”

She tried her best to write small and legible so that she could continue their conversation without having to switch arms. While she could write with her left hand, it was never determined as to whether that handwriting was legible or not.

“I know you will Angel. You always manage.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Marinette saw Damian shift in his seat almost as if he wanted to turn around but instead he remained staring forward, ignoring the small girl. Capping her pen, Marinette stood making her way to the front of the bus. She tried to wave at the boy, but he simply turned his head in favor of looking out the window. Shrugging her shoulders, Marinette waited for the bus to screech to a stop before she stepped off, not bothering to look back at the eyes that followed her every step away. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“About time Dupen-Chang. You’re lucky my plane is private, otherwise I would be charging you for missing my flight.”

Marinette rolled her eyes as she stepped into the car, shoving the bags monopolizing the backseat to the side.

“Seriously you two? It’s just two weeks. What do you need so much clothes for?”

“It’s the terrible price of being famous.” Adrien threw his hand dramatically across his forehead earning a giggle from the two girls.

“Maman and Papa will be upset they missed you two.”

“Who said they were gonna miss us? They are our first stop when we land.”

“You don’t get to see my parents before I do! That’s not fair!”

Marinette crossed her arms watching her friends burst into fits of borderline maniacal laughter.

“Seriously you guys! What am I going to do on my own for the next week?”

“Maybe you and Damian can hang out?”

Adrien bit his lip trying not to laugh at the scowl he received. It had only been a week, but they were all aware of the mutual distaste between the two.

“You’re so not funny Chat.”

Adrien gasped, clutching his heart as he fell against the window.

“Why must you wound me?”

“Adrikins, if you streak up my windows, you’ll be finding your own way home.”

Adrien sat up quickly, mock saluting Chloe in the process. Pulling onto the airstrip, Chloe caught Marinette’s eyes in the rear view mirror.

“You’re going to take care of my car right Dupen-Chang?”

“I always do Chloe.”

“Good. Then I suppose I could allow your parents to use my private jet to fly into the States for Christmas.”

Marinette’s eyes widened as her jaw dropped.

“No way, oh my god, Maman is going to freak! Thank you so much Chloe!”

The girl threw her arms around the driver’s seat, doing her best to wrap Chloe into a hug. She felt the push as Chloe tried to untangle herself, pretending to be disgusted but the smile in her rear view mirror gave her away. The car came to a stop a few feet from the plane, a multitude of staff rushed forward to attend to their luggage.

Stepping out of the car, Marinette proceeded to give her friends a proper hug, much to Chloe’s protests.

“It’s just two weeks Dupen-Chang, you don’t have to be so touchy.”

“But I’ll miss you guys alot!”

The two blondes pulled back, both shaking their heads.

“You’re ridiculous Dupen-Chang, utterly ridiculous.”

Marinette waved as she watched her two friends board the plane and with a sigh, she slipped into the driver’s seat. This was going to be a long week. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Marinette paced the kitchen, debating on if she should knock on Damian’s door or not. It was 10pm, but she wasn’t sure if he had eaten dinner yet. In Paris, this was close to the time her family usually got to sit down together, but after being here for three years, she learned very quickly that American’s tended to eat earlier than that.

Finding herself in front of his door, she raised her hand hesitantly. They had a semi nice conversation earlier today and even if it ended abruptly, it was a start right?

She never had the chance to decide as his door flung open, leaving her eyes level with his bare chest.

“My God, I’m so sorry. I was-I just- I can’t”

She looked straight up, trying not to think about his abs or his sculpted chest or his nice skin. God, why was it so hard to get that image out of her head?

The door slammed shut giving her the moment she needed to dart back to the kitchen, trying to shake the image out of her head. He’s a jerk. A very hot jerk. A very very very hot jerk.

The sound of his door reopening snapped her out of her trance as she pretended to stir the pot as if nothing had happened.

He cleared his throat, forcing her to turn around and face him. He lifted an eyebrow, his arms crossed over his now covered chest.

“I wasn’t aware you were home.”

“I was just going to ask if you wanted some vegetable soup. Chloe mentioned you were vegetarian and I am trying to cut out meat and I was just wondering if you were hungry and I wasn’t sure if you had eaten yet and-”

She clamped her mouth shut, cutting off her rant as she tried to avoid making eye contact with the boy in front of her. Several agonizing minutes passed before he finally answered.

“Okay.”

He brushed her shoulder as he reached for two bowls from the cabinet. Marinette stood as still as a statue as he spooned out the soup, leaving one bowl on the counter for her as he walked back towards his room. He paused right before his doorway, offering the girl a look she couldn’t decipher. Then, for the second time today, Damian Al Ghul shocked her.

“Thank you.”

And with that, he shut his door leaving the girl to melt into a puddle of embarrassment on the kitchen floor.

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rosepetalmark · 4 years

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flowers in your hair

↬ Johnny Suh x Reader ↬1.8k Words ↬Your allergies and creating art are two things Johnny holds dear to his heart

You hated the outdoors. Anything to do with bugs, dirt, and even plants made you itch and sneeze and scared that you’ll get some rare unknown disease and die because the innocent looking flower you picked by the bench turned out to be poisonous.

Johnny on the other hand, enjoyed nature and embraced it to its fullest. Every day he’d make time to bask in the grass, and soak up all the sun while working on his latest art inspiration.

Today, he decided that sitting in a field full of sunflowers would be ideal for his newest project, and what would make it more worthwhile and perfect was if you, his girlfriend were with him to occupy his time and add further enjoyment to his favourite hobby.

Horrible idea on his part because you’re allergic to flowers, and tall fields of grass would most likely break you out into hives and have you coughing up a lung. Johnny wouldn’t bat an eye though, because despite loving you with all his heart, he had a knack for making fun of you and the simplest inconveniences that occurred within your life.

He always says you’re over dramatic when it comes to your “spring allergies” and that nothing like some water and the fresh air will clear your mind and nasal passages.

He’s a dumbass, and he really will be the reason you die one day.

But Johnny didn’t care, because as long he had you, a bottle of allergy medicine for your sneezing and itching, and his paintbrushes, he was content, even if you spent a great amount of your time in this damn sunflower field teary eyed and stuffy nosed.

“Johnny, please tell me we can leave soon, I'm itching way more now than I did when i had the chickenpox as a kid,” you whine, rubbing your hands across your bare arms to provide you with any relief as you watched the bees swarm past you in their search for some nectar in the flowers nearby.

“Mhm,” he whispers, continuing to stroke the paintbrush across the now detailed page, completely oblivious to the words that just left your mouth.

This always happened. Whenever he took you somewhere new, he’d completely block out the world, yourself included, in order to capture the essence of life whether it be through his camera or canvas.

Of course there was silence, why wouldn’t there be. Every time Johnny asks you to accompany him anywhere outdoors, you always think you’re going to explore and embrace nature, and every single time you are wrong, because the second you find something beautiful to look at, he sets his small backpack down and busts out either his camera or painting utensils to capture it.

You’d say it pissed you off at times, but art is his passion, and you’d never do anything to get in the way he feels so alive and free whenever he consumes himself with something as minuscule and simple as a paperclip. He finds the beauty in anything and everything, never ceasing to amaze you with the wonderful creations he illustrates.

“Johnny,” you say a little louder, unamused with the silence you receive, and the continuous strokes he continues to make on the page.

You call his name again, and again, and again, and it’s only the third time when you yell out his full name, that he finally drops the brush on his palette and focuses his attention on you.

“Were you not listening to me?” You question, seriously surprised that out of all the times you’ve called his name, he either completely ignored you or has gone def within his 25 years of life.

“Oh, I was listening,” he hums, raising his eyebrows whilst providing you with his staple cheeky grin, one he always does when he wants to get on your nerves.

Always a cocky one that guy, and how you manage to stay dating him truly blows your mind.

Sighing, you focus your gaze away from the way he picks up his paintbrush again and gently strokes baby blue across the page, looking towards the tall stocks of sunflowers gently breezing in the wind a few feet away from you.

“You’re such a crappy boyfriend,” you chuckle, picking up one of the untouched pastel crayons and examining its fluorescent blue hue. “You never pay attention to me.”

“I never pay attention to you, hm?” He asks, causing you to stare back at his now stoic stature, face still focusing on his notebook and nowhere on you, but more contoured and rigid this time.

“Well, you’re speaking to me now yet your attention is never on me, always on whatever you’re painting or drawing,” your tone slightly angered.

Obviously you were lying. Johnny was the most attentive boyfriend you could ever ask for, always checking in on you and ensuring your day goes smoothly, always hanging out with you when he’d rather be napping or out painting or doing photography, and almost always is down to make out with you whenever the opportunity arises.

You just like to pull his leg most of the time because it’s funny seeing how riled up he gets when he believes that you think he’d rather focus on his hobbies over having conversations with you.

“Here,” he signals, shoving his book in your direction, encouraging you to look through the worn out leather book he kept hidden for months, wanting you to see what he has been working on secretly whenever you were together.

Confused, you run your fingers along the enclosed ribbon on the cover of the sketchbook, hesitant to allow yourself in the work he’s immersed himself in for hours whenever the beauty in nature took over his attention span away from you.

Raising his eyebrows, he nods in a manner that demands you open the book. “If I don’t pay any attention to you, look through the book.”

Untying the string , you decide that whatever is in this book isn’t a secret anymore, because it wouldn’t even be in your hands if Johnny didn’t practically throw it at you to shut you and your curiosity up.

The first few pages are beautiful, really. He has a way with his sketches, always seeming so simple yet so realistic you’d think they were actual pictures edited just to appear more striking to the eye.

“Nature really is what inspires you hm?,” you ask, more of a rhetorical question because you already know the answer that’ll come from his mouth.

Chuckling, he brings his body closer to yours so his chin is resting on your shoulder, watching as you delicately turn the pages of his book. “Yeah, but there’s something more encapsulating that ends up being my muse, just keeping looking through.”

Golden sunflowers, vibrant pink sunsets, the giant pumpkin you both visited at the fall fair last year, everything you two experienced together when hanging out was documented in this book and reinvented through his drawings or paintings of them.

And then you saw a sketch of yourself. At first you thought it was cute, because he’d always draw you and all your other friends whenever he got bored. But four pages later all you found were several pages filled with you, ranging from when when he placed different coloured tulips in your hair that one time you went on a walk in the new community garden not far from your favourite ice cream shop, or when you experimented with makeup and put glitter all over your eyebrows.

Every moment you deemed minuscule and fun was captured so deeply in Johnny’s eyes, that he decided to relive it all again through the many strokes and colours that seamlessly came together to create something so beautiful.

Your breath was absolutely taken away.

You always thought nature is what captured Johnny’s attention the most, but turns out it’s always been you.

“I’m. Wait Johnny this is so-,” you begin to say, but your words become jumbled and your emotions a tangled mess, leaving you with tears in your eyes and so much more love for him in your heart than you’d ever had before, all because he drew some pictures of you.

“Do you like them?” he questions, raising his eyebrows, awaiting your answer of approval, his question only promoting the waterworks to begin and your head to aggressively nod.

You place the notebook gently on the blanket you two were sitting on, and crawl into his lap, pressing your body closer to his as you wrap your arms around his neck.

They were absolutely perfect. He was perfect.

Everything Johnny Suh says and does is absolutely incredible and you’re so incredibly lucky to be dating the cheesiest, most loving goofball the earth has to offer. Even if he’s a giant pain in your ass 97% of the time.

Pecking his cheek, you stare into his gleaming brown orbs. “I absolutely love them, Mr. Johnny Suh, and I love you a million times more.”

Tightening your arms around his neck, you couldn’t help but embrace this moment for much longer. You don’t care that you’re five seconds away from bursting into hives and that your throat feels like it’s closing up. Holding on to your very sweet, thoughtful boyfriend for as long as you could right in this moment was all that mattered to you.

“I was joking by the way, I know you care about me alot and pay more attention than most boyfriends would and I appreciate you tremendously.” You could start to feel the tears well up in the corners of your eyes, because you honestly don’t know what you’d do without Johnny.

He was your best friend, and has been such an uplifting, inspiring person ever since he entered your life your freshman year of college, the thought of him not being in your life one day was a scary thought you never wanted to come true.

“I love you always.”

“I know babe”, he whispered, kissing your cheek and running his fingers delicately through your hair, trying to calm you down as he could sense you were feeling rather overwhelmed.

“I wouldn’t keep dragging you to places you hated if I knew you didn’t love me,” he exclaimed, bursting out into a loud, body shaking laugh that provided you with the comfort to let your tears go, and laugh in unison with him.

Lifting you off his lap, Johnny grabs his art supplies and gently places them in his bag, grabbing your hand and pulling you up from the dry, matted grass you were both sitting on.

“Where are you dragging me?”

“Back to my place.” He winks, quickly pecking your lips before intertwining his fingers with yours, pulling you into the direction of his car.

“It wouldn’t be romantic to be making out with my girlfriend that I love very much in a sunflower field if she kept sneezing in my face, wouldn’t it?”

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colaraqua · 3 years

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It's been a while since I came on here an posted about anything going on. But then again welcome to my life a wake at odd hours right now 3:25 am as I typing. Any who searching for an internship and trying to stay afloat during exams at the end of this spring semester. Many things have changed since I last posted.

For starters I have this adorable bunny my partner got me back in December as an early birthday gift and she is just the cutest, she goes by the name Jade.

Let's see my boyfriend and I also have been having the most wonderful time when we can in the midst of the pandemic and an economic crisis but what I'm sure thankful for is that our parents are somewhat supportive so I've been seeing him alot. Which is great but my head isn't the best living space for myself and doesn't get better with a plus one. So I'm always sorry about my moods that are constantly occuring and my ability to easily get triggered.

Thank you tho for being part of my life working with me to get better at driving an being a better person in general. Here is a photo sketch that I submitted for my photography class about it one of the only good things that happened in that class.

Looking through these couple months I'm happy to see you were always there. My partner my lover and my best friend. From cuddling to watching shows together and a far and pressing play and pausing and interacting as if we were together makes me so happy that even when apart you still want me in your life.

Sorry about my jealousy tho I cant help it. I always see myself less perfect and less then average no matter how many times you tell me otherwise.

Another honorable mention I love that you support almost all my decisions like when I adopted a butterfly who we named sky or to the present day where we rescued a cat together and also now plants and are daddies together and watching you being excited about the small things your plants have to offer makes me so happy.

I think we are both happy and learning in this relationship even tho it hasnt been a smooth sailing, I'm happy you are a passenger on the boat and helping, guiding, and embracing the new mysteries that are coming forth.

Thank you so much for being in my life because I dont know where I would be without you. How much I have learned how much I trust and how much of me I have given to you i need to appologies for wanting a tail and become a merman to replace you. But honestly there is so much history in so little time between us it would be hard to take that wish if you were not in my life.

I mean me now can hardly function, now put me someone place new with different rules I will be struggling and without you there it would be more depressing then what I've been going thought nowadays.

Alas thank you for being a wounderful boyfriend. Sketching for me, taking time from your day for me, driving me places, helping me find an internship, playing games with me, reading for me, cleaning and cooking for me, getting me an ipad from charity donations, thank you for putting me first and coming even when I dont ask for it, thank you for existing my lover, my friend, my present and hopefuly future @jemsayb

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madfantasy · 3 years

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Dear blogging

How are you today? Sending all the good vibes towards you. I feel much at ease as I had payed for Internet last minute just now (its thanks to you🙏💛) and happy to say Mani will be with you for another month🌟

(Just a small reminder I'm open for commissions to save up for the next one🍀)

Im just going to blab bout life and me art as usual, if you graciously don't mind c':

☆ I'm much at ease, it's the raining seasons in the bare deserts and I'm loving it(Actually, just came in from losing it a bit under the rain, heh) Not the part where it leaked into my carpeted room whilst getting fiercer :' I'm not particularly fond of cold weather, either. I almost enter dull stage of hibernation, being tightly wrapped with blankets and constantly breathing in cold air. I like to muse being born on December does a cold blooded creature make, hehe. But the quiet is much appreciated. They are almost drowsy all the time and I've got the chance to listened to lots of Hercule Poirot. Ironically my last random chapter was him having an old fashioned English Christmas, and it gave me a crave for puddings I haven't got the slightest idea how they taste lo'

I've missed the sun for almost a month and a half now, in much arguments over restricting the yard at first, but now it was a sleep issue. I finally woken up today to see the sun and felt very much.. "yes, I'm in my element " brighter feel

Speaking of which; I dedicate this song for you dears 💛💛🔥

youtube

And also this bug i found if ur interested

☆ I've also, naturally, been sketch-storming with my new tablet! I was simply tittering over all the new discoveries I've been making, while also being gobsmacked at how much painfully sore some side are lacking, and some I had no clue what I'm supposed to do with it, like confused grumpy grand-er

For example;

I love how crystal clear it is, but I guess I can now see the brush's repeating circle pixel and pattern which makes it too artificial for my taste and hender my trust in making strokes. I suppose its nice to zoom out just to be sure my process is fine or whatever idk :'

The softwares DO NOT lag when the canvas is big! Ugh, means I can fatten up the size of my pictures easily. But that's surely eats up the storage, and I found out last minute that ipad doesn't have sd slots, unless you have to buy an adapter. Which is the main lack in this stuff. Everything costs. You want to sneeze while holding the tablet? You can't till u buy a permit.

So yeah, my favourite drawing program there, Clip Studio Paint, is can only used by annual/ monthly subscription licence, while its one-time licences is only for windows, means having to by different licences for different systems. So I'm using the free month trail to get by for now, so be sure to read carefully which on is which before purchasing. ProCreate is a one time purchase, tho. And it has TIME LAPS VIDS idk why I go crazy but I love the fact that I can record my art with no effort or pause (cuz I can never sit 1 hr continuously, honestly), and you can see my horribly-edited vid practices on tiktok or insta as @MadFantasy_ . But as we were saying, they even more double storage intake hehe. Love how ridiculously fancy the lines smoothing on it, I can act up as a calligrapher easy and I'm a joke at it! Also I'm thinking of trying Craft Pro as well, is a one time purchase too. Will go through it in details when I cover all the corners cx

"Are you with me or are we together "

Sharing files between my pc and ipad is too much work, found an easy way I'm loving already, go to SnapeDrop dot net on both pc and ipad and basically all the devices on your network can share stuff! Instead of me pluging it and turning the app or sending by mail, ugh

If you're used to shortcuts, good luck being fast on it unless you get a keyboard, or in my case, screen on keyboard im looking an app for, and by mentioning apps

Regional restrictions, I couldn't download tumblr cause its not available in my region 8L

And alot of other things to be expected, really with more to share if its not much of an annoyance cx

I hope days brings you more ease and what much you desire my dears, happy everything you celebrate 🌋🔥🔥💛🙌

Always sending my love

Mani

3.12.2020 8 pm

#text #drawing journal #personal #Youtube

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t-o-m-hollands · 3 years

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Can you post a little blurb abt the Paris couple and how they’re doing a few years later? Like, did they have kiddos, did they ever choose to get married, did they ever move back to Paris together in a lovelier apartment, how’s timothée’s art (can he still produce masterpieces without being sad?), what do they usually do on their free days, did they ever full on talk about that gut wrenching letter he wrote years ago, did she keep that letter, did they ever quit smoking, did they furnish the house the way they wanted to, did they paint their walls and get bigger beds, do they have designated sides of beds?

Hi! 💗💗💗☺

God I love these questions so much, but I’m sort of done with the Paris universe you know? Like, I don’t think I can write just a blurb for them because I feel like their story is told now.

BUT! I reeeeally love these questions so I will answer them below the read more!

Concerning if or not they have children... Look, I don’t know what it is about these two but I can’t imagine them as parents? So I’d have to say no, and if they did they had them later in life. They are not cut out to be young parents. Like, god, can you imagine? They’d definitely be those obnoxious parents that never set any boundaries or rules what so ever to their children so they just roam free causing havoc. Like especially since they’d be parents in the 1950’s-60’s. If they had a kid born in that time it would be a boy and he’d have been absolutely unable to handle any sort of rules and become a rock ‘n roll star in a band in the 70’s.

I do think they would get married. Not immediately, y/n having been married already once, but they would in the end. Something small and very bohemic but chic. Definitely a small courthouse wedding, were Y/n wears something chic but minimalistic - like a satin dress or the suit Bianca Jagger had on her wedding day (hat included), and then they’d have a big riot of a party at the villa with most of the village, and the entire wedding budget spent on champagne to go around to everyone. They don’t wish for any wedding gifts but everyone brings something homecooked to eat so there’s food for everyone. The milanese jazz band makes a glorious return and plays the entire party.

I think they’d live in Paris a few months of the year, like december to may. They’d buy a new, more expensive apartment, probably in montmartre or maybe even the 16th arrondissement , since they have plenty of money partly because of Y/n divorce but also after the inheritance. I think they’d also go to italy and travel there a lot and maybe even stay a summer there by lake Garda or something. And once they’d go on a skiing holiday to the alps but Timothée is so not a skier so they don’t do that again. They also go to Monte Carlo sometimes.

Timothée would probably still keep the artist studio to paint in, but only have it as his work studio.

Timothée’s would go through like 10 different stages throughout his career (his blue period, just like Picasso’s, being widely admired). Then there’s his landscape phase (a phase he later in life will completely ignore and flat out deny happened, going so far as lying about not having painted certain pictures when art dealers ask him if they are genuine or not. He’ll flat out lie and say it’s a fraud made by a lesser artist). Then there’s his sketches phase, a brief phase but after his death some of the most sought after of his entire work (probably because there’s so few of them). The thing I think he’d most be admired for in the art world would be his use of colours (and most critiqued for his anatomy, he’s all sharp angles). But his longest phase would probably be sort of like Brassaï photos but as paintings (does that make sense? I don't know, I was Obsessed with Brassaï photos when I was in art school). Like dramatic but realistic paintings of Paris and Nice’s nightlife.

And i’d say he was a better painter when he stopped moping around. He’d use his flair for the dramatics in his paintings instead of in real life.

On their free days the live pretty much like they live in the last two part of Paris, except they are more openingly loving towards the other; and also they talk more. Like, they’d spend breakfast together and then they go off doing different things like read or lunch with friends or paint. Then they have dinner together and talk and spend the evening together or with friends. Since neither of them really have a set schedule their free days are more when they just decide to take off and go to Monte Carlo for a few days and gamble some money away and eat like kings and queens. Also, they’d discover a love for cinema, and often go there in the evening to see the newest Bergman movie or Godard. They’d go to the theatre a lot as well and without fail lovingly argue everytime about their vastly different opinions about how each shakespear play should be handled (their most divided opinions are on Othello and Macbeth)

Also, omg, Waiting For Godot actually came out 1953, I could have written that into the story!! GOD they’d argue for HOURS about the meaning of that play.

I think talking about The Letter is like poking at a bruise for the both of them. But yes, they’d talk about that. They’d also talk more about her marriage, and about William’s book. But the letter, absolutely, but it would take a while into the settled relationship before it was brought up. She’d definitely keep the letter, because she has conflicted emotions about it I’d probably have to spend a good 1,5k words on trying to explain, but she doesn’t want to throw it away. She hides it in a book (probably in a book of anatomy, which Timmy never understands why they own, and she keeps in the section showing the anatomy of the heart. That feels like something over dramatic enough (also fits with timmy writing in the letter that he has a Frankenstein's monster kind of heart)).

And hahahaha yes I hope they quit smoking in the end. In the early 50’s smoking was still considered to be actually healthy (!!!!) but as they get older and more information about the dangers of it get out to the wider public I’d say they’d try to stop. Probably somewhere mid 1980’s they’d quit for good.

Y/N has FULL control of the decorating of wherever they live because timothée is just too bohemian in attitude and can literally sleep in any dump. Y/n on the other hand is a very aesthetic creature and finds a love for decorating. In fact, she might even start up a small interior design business in her 50’s and do very well at it. She definitely puts up colourful and patterned wallpaper in every room, they are not a household that does white walls. The only place she doesn’t have control of the design is probably timmy’s studio, there he decides and it shows. And oh god yes, they most certainly got a big and comfortable bed together. The mattress is new but the bed frame is an antique from… rococo period maybe? Or maybe just a neoclassical one? Not sure on that actually. But its big and comfy.

For some reason I see them both as people who trash around alot in their sleep? Like, they start out with designated sides in bed (timothée sleeping closest to the door) but during sleep they’ll end up all over the place? Arm and legs just tangled together everywhere? Like absolute toddlers??

Oh god that got longer than I thought…. But that was so much fun answering, thank you a million times for sending it in!!!💗💗💗💗

#angel tag #these were so fun answering!!!

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oldserah · 3 years

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First vs Last - Old Vs New

Thank you for Tagging me! @refinedstorage

Rules: you choose one of your first art (even if you don’t like them) and one of your lastest art. Don’t forget to specify the years when you drew them and you can even write what, when and why these pics were drawn! Oh, and make sure you tag your fav artists!

Normally this should be one piece of each but I decided i wanted to demonstrate the difference between my first ever digital sketch to my latest, aswell as compare the old and new more completed pieces!

1] The drawing was made on march 12th 2014 so it’s nearly 7 years old! I Got into Drawing Digitally because my Friends at the time where doing it and i always enjoyed traditonal art and wanted to do Art in the future [though not as a job because it wasnt substainable *laughs in Game art and Design Uni Student*].

Unlike my Mates I didnt have a Tablet and i Didnt have any Drawing Programmes, so I used ‘DeviantART Muro’ [a drawing thing they have’ and i Used my Mouse. I remember it was horrible to Use and i compared myself alot to other artists and my friends [still do] and it Discouraged me for a few months from trying again.

2] a crop of a Sketch I made a few Day’s Ago, I Use a Wacom Cintiq currently and while i should be using photoshop [because industry standard and all] I Mainly use Sai because i am comfortable with it’s features and my Brush’s [and photoshop is still very confusing to draw in for me] I Still have alot to learn In my Art if i ever wish to use it in the Industry, but i think im making improvements even if its slowly and small improvements.

1] This Piece was Made 5 months After my First Sketch, Still Using the Art Programme ‘DeviantART Muro’ and a mouse. I move ontop Gimp in August, and Sai in December before i Got the Wacom intous for christmas. I was really proud of the piece at the time because i had improved since i first started trying art drastically, i was starting to get the hang of blending and was attempting to move away from just Portrait art.

2] Last full Piece I finished at the End of 2020 It Demonstrated the Current style i use in my art and the love i have for lil lighting effect’s in it. However outside of the lighting, truthfully im not the biggest fan of the shading style. It’s not very accurate as i often dont consider how light would bounce of a person [as i do my lighting last] and just go for looks good / would make sense to a degree. It isnt the worst but i often struggle with how i would adapt the style further / replicate it in other programmes outside of sai!

I added the Picture above because it’s what i consider still my Peak of art and where I’ve fallen since then. This was made in 2016 and was durning the time period i finally releart / got a grasp on what brushes i needed and how to replicate the old blended art i used to make. While the anatomy was never good I envy what i was able to do here and that i havent been able to replicate it since.

I dont know if any other artists suffer this, but when i change an art programme, get or use a new tablet, or take a long period of from drawing, I basically have to Re learn how to draw and can be indicated by changes in my style. I cannot replicate the art on the cintiq i used to make on the intous. I lost all my brushes when i got a new pc on sai and dont even have the tools to make this type of art anymore because i used the brushes that came with the sai crack and cant find them again. I even get this when I use my Uni computers and Tablet. It’s very frustrating, But i wonder if anyone else experiences this!?

Honestly i Dont know whoses done it or not or who to tag so i’ll just Tag: @dep-yo-tee

#tag games #first vs last

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kageyamavibes · 4 years

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♤ One shot Kuroo Tetsurou ♤

Genre: angst

Pairing: Kuroo x Fem Reader

Word count: 2347

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The world was filled with unrequited love nowadays, which led tons of them having various diseases such as Hanahaki and Star tear disease. Hanahaki of course, makes you cough up flowers that could be treatable by surgery forcing you to forget the person. It was common to have hanahaki these days. But having Star tear disease? It would be pretty rare yet crucial. You heard it was more painful than the hanahaki disease and it wasn't treatable. people with Star tear disease would cry glass like tears, producing twinkling sounds as you cry. Eventually, people would go blind after having the star tear disease if the feelings weren't returned.

You witnessed first hand how your friend have suffered from Hanahaki before, the pain she went through made you believe that falling in love was just a waste of time and stupid. Risking your life to find the right person? You would rather live a long healthy life being single.

Until Kuroo came into your life.

He was well-known in your campus, after all, he was the captain of the Nekoma volleyball team, one of the chosen students of the Preparatory class, and good-looking. Who wouldn't even fall for the famous Kuroo Tetsurou? He had everything every girl would wish for.

That one fateful day, you had encountered Kuroo while you were trying to pick up a book on the top shelf. He saw you were struggling to get the book, so he came to help you. He took the book easily from the shelf handing it to you. You had this confused look on your face as you took the book from his hand mumbling a quick thank you before turning your back at him.

"You know, you should pick another book. I've read that before and it lacks information on physics."

You glared at him, a smug look appeared on his face as he started following you indulging in a one sided conversation, babbling about facts about physics and references that you should choose rather than the book you were holding. Kuroo's presence annoyed you, you weren't even close to get things started yet, he was talking to you as if you have known each other for a year.

Ever since then, Kuroo started to approach you every single day.

At first, you were uncomfortable having Kuroo popping around every single time you would go to the library. You would often give him snarky remarks, and ask him to leave you alone, but he would ignore you, shrugging his shoulders as he continued to hang out with you. You always thought he was a pain in the ass, especially his fan girls started to give you nasty looks which annoyed you to the core. But as time passes by, you eventually warmed up to him, you got used to his presence that you have already considered him as your friend. Kuroo wasn't bad as you thought he was. You started listening to his lectures and would often learn alot from him, you started to become eager to hear his stories from their volleyball club, and he even started walking you home along with his friend Kenma whenever you three had the chance.

Months have passed, you two grew close to each other more than you thought you two would be. He had already came to the point where he had already barged in your house and introduced himself to your parents as your friend. Since then, he would come at your house whenever he had the chance, fawning over your paintings and photos that you displayed in your room.

"Hey Y/N. Can you paint me sometime?"

"If you pay me, I would."

"Come on, I'm your friend right?"

"Nice try Tetsurou, but still no."

You would laugh at his face, whenever he would pout or act emo whenever you declined his request. Occasionally, he would call you 'meanie' for being so harsh to him.

You always miss him whenever they had away games or trainings with another schools and he would often tease you about it when you mention that you missed him whenever they got back. He was begging you to become their team's manager but you would always politely decline, not that you wouldn't want to become their manager, but rather you were busy with your art club too. Still, you always look forward to their games. You were always there to support him, cheering him as loud as you can especially when they win their games. Kuroo would always look up to the stands and wave at you or even wink at you whenever he had the chance. You always feel yourself blushing whenever he did those.

You were watching one of Nekoma's games against Fukurodani, seeing how intense the game was made your heart anxious. Long rallies and persistence flowed through their games, you were amazed how good they were, especially Kuroo who was almost good at everything. His passion burned through his eyes which made you adore him more. Unconsciously, you were already pointing your camera at him, capturing his face which fueled with determination. It was the first ever picture you took of Kuroo.

Unfortunately, Nekoma had lost to Fukurodani. Yet, they were still determined to secure the last spot for the nationals. You were about to approach Kuroo when suddenly you felt pain in your eyes. You flinched covering both of your eyes, star like tears started to flow from your eyes, a hum of twinkling silently filled the air. You gasped in shock and pain, you felt mixed emotions overwhelming you as you figured out what was happening to you.

How come I never realized I was falling in love with Kuroo?

You were already in love with Kuroo even if you tried to deny it to yourself. You tried to ignore how your heart would beat fast whenever he would compliment you or sling his hand over your shoulders, or even how you would think of him often, or get excited whenever you would hang out with him. Even if you tried to push your feelings away, it never faded. Your unrequited love for Kuroo resulted something drastic, the star tear disease.

You never told anyone about your disease, especially Kuroo. You acted like everything was normal even if you were already suffering from the pain in your eyes. You tried to buy some pain killers from several drug stores but none of them had an effect with the pain in your eyes. You even thought maybe if you distanced yourself from Kuroo, your feelings might go away and you would soon recover. But it never did, your love for him just grew deeper.

He did noticed you were avoiding him for days, when you started talking to you again, he hugged you tightly whispering that he missed you. Of course, your heart fluttered from his sweet words. You hugged him back, joking that you never missed him. He rolled his eyes, ignoring your sarcasm and started to bug you why you were distant to him lately. You tried to make up excuses, but he never bought any of it. You sighed telling him it was something that you weren't ready to talk about which made him shut up.

The following weekend, your vision started to become worse, forcing you to buy some eye glasses. Kuroo even accompanied you to buy your glasses, only resulting to him teasing that you looked like a rabbit wearing glasses. His laughter filled your ears, which made you feel at ease. The way his eyes would become slanted whenever he laughs made him more attractive.

"Hey Kuroo"

"Yes?"

"Do you mind if I take another picture of you? I am thinking about painting you for my next project."

You never saw Kuroo so flustered in his life, his jaw dropped for a moment before he screamed at your face at excitement. He never thought he would live for the day that you would finally paint him.

That was the second time you took a picture of him.

He bragged to everyone in the volleyball club that you have finally agreed to paint him. It was all he talked about for days, the way you made him happy made you feel ecstatic and sad at the same time.

How come I could make him happy yet he still thinks of me as his friend?

You could hear the faint twinkling sound once more along with the familiar excruciating pain in your eyes. You cursed under your breath, it wasn't the best time especially you were inside the classroom. You stood up, dashing towards the nearest girls restroom, your vision becoming blurry than ever. You bumped into someone along the way, your tears have started to roll down your cheeks exposing your star tear disease. You looked up to the person, seeing it was Kenma who's eyes were wide in shock.

You had no choice but to tell Kenma everything, you were surprised to see him listening and worrying about you. He practically begged you to tell Kuroo but you told him you will be fine and you don't want Kuroo to blame himself from what happened to you. Kenma tugged your arm softly, asking you if you could at least tell him before the both of you graduate high school, which was few months left. You couldn't say no to Kenma, so you agreed to tell Kuroo before you graduate.

Your vision was becoming worst than before, even the colors have started to fade away. You would often see yourself staring at Kuroo more, memorizing the color of his eyes and his face. You know you were about to turn blind anytime soon so you wanted to savour the moments when you can still see Kuroo. Your heart would now hurt instead of feeling satisfied whenever seeing him smile, knowing you wouldn't be able to see how amazing his smile looks. It also broke you to pieces that you wouldn't be able to see him play volleyball when the time comes, and it made you cry since it was hard to accept that you wouldn't be able to see his face, his beautiful face soon.

That's the time you always took candid photos of Kuroo, so you wouldn't be able to forget his face. You would stay up all night, sketching his face, memorizing every detail of him. So you wouldn't forget about him. Even if you tried your best not to cry, you would always find the twinkling tears rolling down your cheeks.

Until one day, the colors of your eyes were gone. Everything was already black and white as soon as you wake up. You already know you would be turning blind soon, your vision was cloudy and it was hard for you to tell shapes every now and then. You were already to tell Kuroo, but you weren't sure when.

Kuroo had known something was up, he knows how you would stare at him unconsciously or even sometimes point out random facts about him as if you were memorizing every single thing about his appearance. Kuroo brought his nintendo that day, he was shocked when you asked him what color was his avatar even if it was clearly red. He looked at you, you were too busy staring at his game to realize he was looking at you. He placed his hand softly at your back, asking you what's wrong. You looked at him sadly, as you pulled him in to a hug which caught him off guard. He hugged you back protectively as you both stayed in silence.

"I'm scared that I wouldn't be able to see you again."

Kuroo still thought about what you told him earlier, especially when you told him to come over your house after practice. Kenma approached Kuroo, knowing there was something bothering his friend. He told Kenma about how you were acting weirdly this past month. Especially whenever you couldn't recognize him even though you were wearing glasses. Kenma listened attentively, hearing Kuroo vent over his frustration.

"You should really go to her now, before it's too late."

"What do you mean?"

"Just go to her now!"

Kenma pushed Kuroo towards the gym doors, Kuroo ran towards your house, still confused and worried with what Kenma had told him, he wanted to know what was really up and what were you keeping away at him. As he arrived at your house, he dashed through your room. He was relieved to see you sitting by your desk. You turned to look at him, your star tears flowing from your face. He stopped at his tracks staring at you in disbelief before he ran towards you enveloping you into a hug.

"Why haven't you told me you had this kind of disease y/n?"

"I never thought I would have it, I I don't want you to blame yourself, because all of this was my fault. It was my fault why I fell in love with you Kuroo."

Hearing Kuroo's voice break brought you to more tears as you cling on him, your eyes were too painful that you can barely open them. Yet, you faced him and opened your eyes full of your tears that were twinkling like glass. You cupped your hand over his face, telling him to smile as your vision were starting to get dark, seeing the tiny black dots turn in to big ones.

"Kuroo, can you smile for me? For the last time?"

Even though he couldn't find any reason for him to smile at this point, he manage to force a fake smile. It breaks your heart because after this moment, you wouldn't be able to see him again, only through the pictures of your mind. You wouldn't be able to see how his face would mature through out the years made you force back the sob you were holding. seeing how beautiful his face while he smiled was the only wish you had before you lost your vision.

"I will never forget how handsome you are, Kuroo."

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niall-is-my-dream · 5 years

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You & Me - Part Twenty (last part)

So here it is! The last part!

Thankyou to everyone who has read, liked and reblogged this fic. It means alot to me. Thankyou to @for-fucks-sake-h and @niall-talk for their support and advice.

Hope you like the ending. Let me know what you think! Em x 😘

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Christmas/New Year's 2017

Callie's POV

Christmas Day had been great with your family, your Mum had cooked an amazing dinner. You'd laughed with your cousins and watched films in your comfy clothes for the rest of the day. You even managed to get a Skype call in with Niall.

Boxing Day was a busy one too. Tom and Claire came over and some of your parents friends. A cold buffet was served as you had a couple of drinks and played cards until late.

You were actually really nervous when your Dad dropped you off at the airport the next morning. You'd met Maura and Bobby before, but this felt like a much more grown up and important meeting with them.

After Niall gifting you a very expensive guitar and calling you the love of his life in his speech the other night, you'd realised how serious the relationship had got. It had sort of crept up on you, the busy life of travelling and touring kind of covered it up. Not that you were complaining, you loved Niall and you knew he loved you too.

If you looked back over the last month, all the signs for it has been there. It wasn't so much as giving things up for each other, more adapting both your lives to include the other one in it. A natural progression from friends to lovers had occurred, although to be honest Niall felt like one of your best friends. But you wouldn't tell Bex that.

You were friends who shared a love of the same music, laughed at the same films, joked with each other. But you were also partners who cared deeply for the other and it physically hurt you to be away from him, a dull ache in your heart. He had slotted into your life easily and you couldn't imagine it with out him.

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"Being in an honest, sincere, and committed soulmate relationship helps you to become a better version of yourself. You have to push yourself beyond your comfort zone, beyond your limits to find your better self.

Even though we tend to think of soul mates as a symbiotic union; soulmate relationships can be rough at the beginning. They can be like two jagged edged puzzle pieces trying to click into place. Sometimes it looks like you do not fit together at all, but soon after a little bit of twisting, turning, and flipping the pieces around, you feel the moment of the perfect click. It's a feeling deep in your soul, that says, this is the right one.

Often soulmates appear in disguise. You might not be physically attracted to each other when you first meet, but there is a mysterious force pushing you forward that tells you this is "the right one" for you."

(Quote from June Silny on life hacks.org)

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The flight is short from London Stansted to Dublin, just 1 hour 25 minutes. You had barely got comfortable in your seat, before the crew announced you would be landing. Storing away your sketch book back into your bag, you buckled up your seatbelt ready for the descent.

Niall had told you he would be outside the terminal waiting for you, hiding in the safety of his rental car. Your phone rang as you went through the sliding doors, pulling it from your pocket when you got outside, you smiled brightly as you saw it was Niall.

"Hey you!" You said as you answered your phone.

"I love how much you smiled when you saw it was me petal." Niall replied.

You looked up and down the pick up area and saw Niall's car waiting in one of the bays. He smiled when he saw that you'd noticed him.

"Get that bum of yours over here now, I need a kiss." He added.

"Sure thing boss." You replied and then hung up the phone and dragged your suitcase to his waiting car.

Niall hopped out and helped you put your suitcase in the boot of his car before opening the passenger side door for you. As soon as he had sat himself in the driver's seat, he leaned across the centre console, his hand coming up to your cheek. You leaned across to, fisting a handful of his hoodie and pulling him closer.

"I missed you." You whispered as you closed the gap between you both, kissing him gently.

"Missed you to sweetheart." He managed to whisper against your lips, that he didn't seem to want to stop kissing.

"Come on Horan. Let's get going." You said as you reluctantly leaned back in your seat.

"There are some services just as we leave, I need to pop for a wee." He smiled.

"No worries babe, is it far back to Mullingar?"

"Just over an hour."

"Not too bad then."

When Niall pulled into the services five minutes later, he leaned over and gave you a quick kiss and asked if you wanted a coffee from the Costa Coffee shop inside.

"That would be great, and a muffin to please."

"Usual choice?"

"Yes please."

"Won't be long, love you."

"Love you too." You replied with a wink.

Niall practically held your hand all the way back to Mullingar, only letting go when he needed to. Even though you had caught up with each other at least twice a day on the phone and sent numerous text messages while you'd been apart, you still had loads to talk about.

The journey back to his Mum's was a chance to have a bit of alone time, since you'd be surrounded by both your families for the duration of the trip.

He put on some music, Hozier blaring through the speakers, both of you singing away as you cruised down the motorway.

Niall's Mum's house was packed on New Year's Eve. Lots of their friends and family had made it over for the annual party they liked to have. Chris, Niall's Step Dad always did a spectacular fireworks show apparently, and you were looking forward to it.

Your parents, along with Tom and Claire had arrived yesterday afternoon and had settled in well with Niall's family. Maura had asked your Mum for advice with the food for the evening's party, and your Mum had practically beamed at being involved. The pair of them had even exchanged Christmas gifts with each other.

You found yourself sitting next to Niall's Nanny chatting for quite some time, her telling you some great stories about Niall as a child.

"Enough of that." Niall had said to her as she began another story.

He topped up both your glasses with prosecco before helping his Nanny into the garden to get her comfortable for the fireworks. Chris had set up all the garden furniture and patio heaters. There was a large fire pit as well, to keep everyone warm. You made sure his Nanny had a place near the warmth and helped her cover her legs with a fleece blanket. With just a few minutes left until midnight, everyone else gathered out on the patio in the garden, finding themselves a spot by the warmth too.

As the countdown began, Niall wrapped his arms around you from your seat around the fire pit. You cuddled up close to his chest, feeling completely content with him. When the clock hit midnight, everyone was cheering and hugging each other. Chris set off his fireworks and the sky was lit up with colours.

"Thank you for an incredible year Petal." He said, your faces mere inches from each other.

"No, thank you. Next year will be even better." You replied kissing him gently.

As you sat cuddled up watching the firework display, you thought about how much had happened over the last year. You'd travelled extensively with Niall, the band and the crew all over the world. He'd celebrated having a massive hit single with Slow Hands, followed up with a tour and a number one album.

When you had been texting each other back in July while you were both on vacation with friends, you hadn't expected anything apart from a bit of flirting. Finding out that he developed feelings for you had been a shock. Crushing on Niall hadn't been difficult, but you never thought in a million years that he would be secretly thinking of you as more than a friend too.

Everyday that you were together was a new adventure. Everyday your relationship and connection grew stronger. Even the stress of Saskia Jones couldn't break you both. The restraining order had remained even with the news of her supposed relationship with Jasper Littlewood.

Since the morning of Kim and Sam's visit to Nialls house in L.A. with the news that Saskia had been stalking Niall and yourself, you had been 100% honest with each other at all times. The news that she had text him saying she would ruin him and been hard to swallow. It had been beating Niall up inside, he hadn't wanted to scare you away.

But you had been true to your words with each other, no one would break you. Not even Saskia Jones.

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13 months later

February 2019

A week after arriving back in L.A. and you still felt like shit. You were pretty good at getting over jetlag, but you knew it must be something more. You felt absolutely exhausted, your face was pale and you had been sick quite a few times. Niall had even attended the Grammys after party without you.

Niall was in the kitchen when you came downstairs after your morning shower. He had been to the gym and then to the grocery store.

"You ok babe?" You asked giving him a quick kiss as he put the food into the fridge.

"Yeah, are you?" He said his eyebrows raised.

"Still feel a bit sick, must be something I've eaten. Can't think what though."

"We've eaten exactly the same stuff over the last week." He replied smugly. "So I picked you up something from the store."

He put his hand in one of the bags and took out a box and placed it on the kitchen counter.

A pregnancy test.

"Niall........I'm not pregnant. I think I know my body well enough to know that." You said, completely baffled by his assumption.

"Oh yeah, you think? Had your period lately?!"

You cringed at the topic of conversation. You weren't embarrassed to talk about stuff like this with Niall, but it wasn't exactly something you felt needed to be spoken about. Until you did the math in your head and looked up to see his smug face again.

"Fuck, I'm ten days late." You mumbled out.

"I know. I worked it out this morning while I was running on the treadmill."

"You were thinking about my period schedule while on a treadmill?!"

"Was just trying to work out if we'd eaten anything different, went back over each day to try and decide what it could be that made you so sick. Then it dawned on me, that you're late."

"It's probably just the stress of moving into the house and getting everything sorted for it."

You had recently become the proud owners of a beautiful house in a leafy suburb in London. You began discussing moving in together when you were on the world tour last year. You'd been together just a year at that point, but both of you were reluctant to spend the nights apart. Not knowing where your favourite hoodie was and constantly forgetting stuff was getting annoying for you both.

Niall had also surprised you over the holidays by asking you to marry him in front of both your families at his Mum's annual New Year's Eve party. You had been shocked but had instantly said yes, your parents had all known about the proposal as Niall had asked your Dad's permission.

"Go in the downstairs loo and wee on the thing then." He said excitedly.

You hesitated slightly, the box felt heavy in your hand.

"I love you." He whispered, but it did nothing to ease your nerves.

Five minutes later and you sat on the bathroom floor not wanting to look at the little white stick resting on the edge of the sink. The allotted two minutes was definitely up by now, but you were too scared to look at the result.

A knock on the door behind you made you jump in shock. You moved away and opened it, Niall's eyes landed on you sitting on the floor.

"So.....?" He asked.

"I haven't looked."

He knew you were worried. That boy could read you like a book. His face however was pulled into a massive smile as he looked at the leaflet from the box and then checked to see whether the stick had one or two lines.

"It definitely isn't something you ate. We're having a baby!" He said, the excitement evident in his voice and his beaming smile.

"You're not angry or worried about it?!" You blurted out.

"Of course not! I asked you to be my wife less than 6 weeks ago. We have just got a date to move into our dream family home. Yeah, I would've preferred to have gotten married first, but this is happening now for us."

You sat on the floor in complete silence. He had been thinking about a possible pregnancy for the whole morning, you just ten minutes.

He was so happy with the news, the smile however was soon disappearing from his face.

"Why are you not excited?" He asked the worry evident in his voice.

You stood up on your feet and reached out to him. His hands moved to your waist, yours landed on his chest. His eyes were confused you could tell straight away. That was until a smile crept up your face.

"I hope the baby is as beautiful as you." You whispered.

His lips met yours and you grinned and giggled as the excitement took over.

***********

One year later

February 2020

Musician Niall Horan 26, spotted browsing the aisles of his local Waitrose in London today with his cute 5 month old daughter Ava Elizabeth.

Niall Horan was spotted out in the capital today with his daughter. Craddling baby Ava close to his chest as she slept in her baby carrier, he left everyone swooning at the check out as he gently kissed her head while he waited to pay.

The former One Direction star has had an amazing few years since the band went on hiatus at the end of 2016. He spent 2019 writing and releasing his second album that went straight to number one in 44 countries. He and his personal guitar technician, Callie Brown became parents to Ava back in September and were rumoured to have got married over the Christmas holidays in his native Mullingar. Niall was spotted with a white gold wedding band on his finger as he picked up supplies for the family.

The couple who have been together for two and a half years are often spotted together out in London or near their other home in L.A. They were first linked when they were spotted sightseeing in New York back in October of 2017.

Niall, who never normally confirms anything regarding his dating life, has relaxed that a lot in the last few years. Callie had appeared in numerous posts on his social media and they've walked the red carpet together a few times. Most recently when he attended the American Music Awards in L.A back in November, where he picked up 2 awards.

Callie looked stunning in a long black strapless dress just two months after the birth of Ava. Niall looked lovingly at his fiancee and the mother of his child as they posed for pictures and were interviewed.

Seems he's come along way since his brief relationship with Victoria Secret Model Saskia Jones. A source close to Saskia said that she had become tired of Niall's fear of commitment, so had ended things with him. Seems unlikely now that was the reason for their break up, considering his current relationship status.

Maybe the rumours of her being a nasty piece of work are true. A news article published in May of last year described Saskia's strange behaviour when Jasper Littlewood ended their short lived romance. He reportedly had to ban her from the E News studios after she turned up very single day.

Everyone in the industry knows how humble and down to earth Niall Horan is. No one has a bad word to say against him and his wife Callie. His fans absolutely adore her, describing her as the best thing that has ever happened to him.

It would seem that she, along with their daughter Ava, are the best thing to ever happen to him. Niall was recently interviewed by Radio One DJ Greg James about his up coming world tour, which kicks off in two weeks. When asked if he was planning on having Callie as his guitar technician still and if she would be accompanying him with their young daughter on tour he said,"I don't go anywhere without my girls."

Anyone else swooning?

I know I am!

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Just a Sketch (Michael Langdon x Reader) REQUEST

A/N: This was a quick something i wrote up for a request I got today. I have a few other requests I’ll be working on as well as a prequel to Black Wedding and Ch. 3 of Snakes.

If you would like to read any of my other Lagndon Fics you can find them in the MASTERLIST

REQUESTED BY: @artisticlales ‘reader is an artist before the apocalypse and she does not know why she is at the outpost. She doesn’t get along well with others so read draws and reads alot. When Michael arrives she is captivated by him and he approaches her. She doesn’t remember him because she had to move. He does and he is in love with her’

WARNINGS: FLUFF, FLUFF AND MORE FLUFF.

WORD COUNT: 2552

Please enjoy.

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In a small house, there was a young boy. He had bouncy gold curls. His eyes were soft. In a house across the way there was a young girl. She was kind and artistic. He always found her outside, sitting against a tree with her sketch book.

“What are you doing?” He would ask her. She would smile up at him and close her book.

“Just a sketch.”

The two got along extremely well. Michael was the boy. Y/n was the girl. Michael didn’t understand how emotions worked, what he did know is he really cared for her. She was his best friend. Y/n knew she loved Michael. They were so young, it wasn’t a romantic love. She appreciated him for him. She thought he was talented and funny. He was so tender and caring to her. He wasn’t like that with anyone else.

Y/n ran to Michael’s house. Her vision blurry from the tears pouring out of her eyes. She slammed her fists onto the door, hitting it over and over again.

“Hey hey, Y/n what’s wrong?” Ms. Meade’s eyes were wide with worry. She grew to adore Y/n as a daughter. She saw the good she was for Michael.

“I need Michael, please Miriam, is he home?” Ms. Meade did her best to understand what she was saying. Before Miriam could say anything, Michael appeared out of nowhere. Y/n threw herself into his arms. He instantly wrapped his own arms around her, holding her close.

“Shh, what happened?”

“My parents are making me move! I don’t want to be without you Michael. You’re my best friend.” She sobs into his chest.

“What? Where are you moving to?” Tears started to swell in his eyes.

“Montana. We are moving all the way to Montana. My dad had an affair and they want to start over. They are getting rid of phones, computers everything! They don’t want to have contact with the internet in this new life! I don’t want to leave you Michael.”

“I’m so sorry Y/n. I just want you to know I love you.” He sobs into her hair.

“I love you too Michael.” She looks up to him and holds him tighter. Ms. Meade get tears in her own eyes.

“I will always love you Y/n.” He kisses her on the lips. She leans into the kiss. He gripped her shirt in his hands holding her so tight, that maybe she won’t disappear, but she would forget. With that kiss, he made her forget him, to free her from pain.

5 years later*

The missile fired. The world was in pieces. Y/n was now in a holding facility. There were two others with her. A boy named Timothy and a girl named Emily. Y/n had a small bag mostly containing her old sketch book.

The three were forced into large military vehicles. They arrive at their destination. They were handed radiation suits before they make it outside. There was fog everywhere. They see two people get shot on their way in.

Once inside they were greeted by Ms. Venable. They are escorted to their rooms. Y/n runs her fingers along her new garments. Victorian dresses in different shades of purple. Y/n sits on the floor holding her knees. She breaks down and cries. She is alone.

Her time at outpost 3 was nothing to be jealous of. Everyone saw her as a weirdo. She was quiet and all she did was draw. No one cared to ask about her drawings. They had their own drama to deal with. Time that wasn’t spent sketching, she was reading in the library. She was thankful for all the books at her disposal, but she was alone.

Days dragged on. There was no change to the routine. She was able to keep track of time by drawing a new sketch every day. She drew every single person in the outpost. Y/n was very observant.

The days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and months turned into a year and a half. Y/n had several sketch books in her room all full of drawings. Not only did she draw people or aspects of the outpost, she drew things she tried to remember from the time on the outside.

Just a sketch. A sketch of a boy. She didn’t know where she saw him. She drew a boy, with an innocent face. His hair curling down to his ears. She felt comfort drawing him. Y/n found herself sketching this boy every day.

An intruder. No one knew who the intruder was.

Y/n sits on the far side of the room, no one to talk to. Sketch book in hand. A picture of the boy haphazardly drawn on the thick sheet of paper. A man appears in the room. He is adorned in elegant black clothing. His hair cascades down his shoulders in golden curls. The face of someone in power. Hands laced behind his back.

He’s beautiful. He’s terrifying. Y/n is intrigued by him. She notices the little details he put into his look. Red eyeshadow brushed along his inner lid. He’s beautiful.

He gives a look to Ms. Venable, dismissing her from his spot in front of the fire. He takes a moment to look among all the occupants. His eyes stop at hers. She thinks she sees some sort of relief before his eyes are off of hers.

“My name is Langdon and I represent the Cooperative.” She is enamored by his voice. Like silk ribbons dancing through the air. From that moment she tunes out what he says. He speaks to the rest of them. She allows herself a quick glance to the sketch on her page. There are uncanny similarities between the two. It’s just a sketch.

The lot of them try to ask him questions, in which he quickly responds with ‘classified’. What gets her attention, is the mention of sanctuary. She still has no idea as to why she is here. The guards who retrieved her offered no information.

From what she can hear, it seems like he will enact a rigorous interview process.

“What is this the hunger games? This is bullshit, I paid my way to be here.” An uproar from Coco. The look of udder boredom on Langdon’s face makes Y/n want to giggle. She looks down into her lap allowing a small smirk.

“You don’t have to sit for questioning.” Langdon states matter of factly.

“What happens if we don’t sit for questioning?” Andre asks with genuine curiosity. Langdon throws his head in Andre’s direction. Curls bouncing with him.

“Then you stay here, and die.” It’s sound so harsh, but Y/n can’t help but find it mildly amusing.

“I volunteer to go first.” Mr. Gallant raises his hand like a kid in class.

“And so you shall.” Langdon proceeds to explain how they can stay and allow cannibals to come knocking or down a pill that will kill them on spot.

“I look forward to meeting each and every one of you.”

Several hours later*

Y/n made her way to somewhere with less noise. The whole lot began to complain about who would make it, who would not. It was too much to deal with. Y/n found solace in a quiet place.

She made her way to her room, her nose in her sketch book. She looks up when she hits a hard surface. Holding the book tight to her chest she sees she ran into Langdon.

“O, forgive me Mr. Langdon. I wasn’t paying attention.” She looks down with embarrassment.

“That’s quite alright Y/n. I guess I wasn’t paying mind either and for that I’m sorry.” He speaks so genuine to her. The note of apology shocks her.

“Of course, Mr. Langdon.” He holds a hand up to her.

“Please, call me Michael.” She takes a small gasp. It strikes a chord with her, unknowingly. Y/n takes a step back. Looking him in the eyes. There is comfort in his icy blue eyes.

“What do you have there?” He looks down to the small book in her hands.

“O, its um, my sketch book.”

“May I see?” It was a rhetorical question as he takes the book from her hands, brushing his fingers over hers intentionally.

“Um, sure. I guess.” She looks down nervously, hoping he doesn’t notice the drawing that looks an awful lot like him.

“What’s this?” He turns the book to show the image of the boy.

“O that’s, just a sketch.” She looks to him once more.

“It’s wonderful for being, just a sketch.” Rose colors her cheeks.

“Thank you, I like to draw.” He smiles warmly at her. Handing her the book he brushes his fingers over hers once more.

“Maybe you could draw me sometime.” He speaks kindly and knowingly.

“Maybe.”

Y/n truly was an artist. She made an effort to have her hand in everything. She makes her way to a small room. There’s a piano. Running her fingers along the keys, she closes her eyes missing the feeling of a piano. With the arrival of Langdon, it awakened her need to play but she didn’t know why. Moving her dress to the side, she allows her self to be seated at the bench.

Y/n hovered her fingers over the keys. She takes a deep breath as a song instantly pops in her head.

(Play I’ll never love again By Lady Gaga movie version)

Wish I could

I could have said goodbye

I would have said what I wanted to

Maybe even cried for you

Her finger glide across the keys, like riding a bike she hasn’t forgotten.

If I knew it would be the last time

I would have broke my heart in two

Tryin’ to save a part of you

The occupants of the outpost follow the beautiful voice echoing through the halls

Don’t want to feel another touch

Don’t want to start another fire

Don’t want to know another kiss

No other name falling off my lips

Don’t want to give my heart away

To another stranger

Or let another day begin

Won’t even let the sunlight in

No I’ll never love again

I’ll never love again

Oooou ooou oou

They begin to crowd behind her, enough distance where she doesn’t notice them behind her.

When we first met

I never thought I would fall

I never though that I’d find myself lyin’ in

Your arms

Mmmm mmmm

And I wanna pretend that it’s not true oh baby

That you’re gone

Cause my world keeps turnin’ and turnin’ and

Turnin’ and I’m not movin’ on

Even Ms. Venable and Ms. Meade stand with the group, listening to her sing.

Don’t want to feel another touch

Don’t want to start another fire

Don’t want to know another kiss

No other name falling off my lips

Don’t want to give my heart away

To another stranger

Or let another day begin

Won’t even let the sunlight in

No I’ll never love

The group parts like the red sea with the presence of Langdon. He makes his way to her.

I don’t wanna know this feeling unless its you

And me

I don’t wanna waste a moment

Hoooo ouuu

And I don’t wanna give somebody else the

Better part of me

I would rather wait for you

Hooo ouu

Michael leans into her.

Don’t want to feel another touch

Don’t want to start another fire

Don’t want to know another kiss

Baby unless they are your lips

He begins to sing quietly so only she can hear.

Don’t want to give my heart away to another

Stranger

Or let another day begin

She stops playing, he replaces her hands with his.

Wont even let the sunlight in

Oooo I’ll never love again

Love again

I’ll never love again

I’ll never love

Again

Y/n turns to see Michael’s eyes looking down to her. She takes a quick glance around the room to see, literally everyone watching them. Mr. Gallant starts off a round of applause. Y/n blushes with embarrassment.

“You are as beautiful as I remember.” Michael whispers to her before taking he rises. “Meet me in my room Y/n.” With that, he makes his way elsewhere. The group part once more making way for Langdon.

“I didn’t know you could sing Y/n.” Mr. Gallant states excitedly. Y/n looks down.

“Yeah! You’re amazing! Where did that come from.” A small moment of selflessness from Coco. Y/n gets up and makes a bold statement.

“You guys would know a lot more about me, if you would’ve got to know me.” She passes by all of them and makes her way to Michael’s room. Leaving everyone in utter shock.

Y/n knocks on Michael’s door and opens when he grants permission. He stands to meet her. He gently takes her hands in his.

“Y/n, I know this is hard to understand, but I know you. You know me. I had to hide your memories from you. I couldn’t bare to see you in pain. You are the most important person to me.” She furrows her brows and looks up to him.

“I don’t understand Michael. You know me? You hid my memories?” He smiles longingly at her. He brushes her cheek tenderly. Cupping her cheek and snaking a hand around her waist, he presses his plush lips to hers.

Her eyes snap open, memories coming flooding in like a movie reel. She sees a boy and a girl. She could feel the emotions, the amount of love the two felt for each other and the first kiss they shared before it all went away. He eyes overflow with tears.

“Michael?” Her lip quivers and his own eyes become full with tears. She shoves herself into his arms just like the last time she saw him. Just as much raw emotion when she had to leave him. He holds her head, bringing her close to him in a tight grip.

“It’s me my love. I’m so sorry I had to take your memories away. I was always watching you from afar. I always cared for you. I never wanted to hurt you. I knew, I had to bring you here. I am so sorry I didn’t come sooner.” He holds her face in both of his large hands. His rings nip at her cheeks.

“Michael, I didn’t know what was going on. Before you came, I was drawing photos of this boy, I had a feeling I knew him, but I didn’t know where. That was you. The boy I was sketching. I never knew how much I missed you, but I feel it now.” Tears run over his fingers. Michael presses his forehead to hers. His tears falling onto her face.

“I love you Y/n I love you so much. Now that I have you back, I will never let you go again.”

“I love you Michael. I will always be by your side.” She tilts her head up to press her lips to his. A kiss full of longing, emotion, love and heartache. Michael rests a hand on her neck and another on her waist. She lays a hand on his chest and the other gripping one of his lapels.

They would never love again, unless it was with each other.

On his bed was a single drawing, a drawing of her, but it was just a sketch.

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I hope you all enjoyed this. it really made me happy to write I literally cried.

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