Sadie: Can we go explore?
Atlas: Sure. Don’t go too far.
Simon: We won’t!
Sadie: What do you think happened to Barbie?
Simon: I don’t know. Maybe she just got sick of you.
Sadie: Don’t be mean.
Sadie: What if something bad happened? Maybe she needs my help.
Simon: Are you going to try to find her?
Sadie: Would you tell on me if I did?
Simon: No. I don’t know. What if something bad happens to you too?
Sadie: You could come with me.
Simon: Just wait a little while longer, okay?
Sadie: Ugh. But I’m tired of being alone. Can I visit you then?
Simon: Not yet.
Sadie: Why?
Simon: I told you. My world’s not ready yet.
Sadie: But it’s been forever. I just want to see it. I won’t touch anything, I promise.
Simon: No.
Sadie: Why?
Simon: …It’s a secret.
Sadie: You can tell me. I won’t tell anyone.
Simon: I won’t either.
Sadie: I have a secret too.
Simon: What is it?
Sadie: I’ll tell you if you tell me yours.
Simon: You first.
Sadie: Papa was in my dream.
Simon: Why is that a secret?
Sadie: He doesn’t know.
Simon: Duh. It wasn’t really him. He can’t do that.
Sadie: It WAS him!
Simon: How do you know?
Sadie: The same way I know when it’s really you. And you know it’s really me. The same way I know Barbie is real.
Simon: Are you sure?
Sadie: [nods] But he doesn’t remember.
Simon: I still don’t know why it’s a secret. We should tell him.
Sadie: No!
Simon: Why?
Sadie: I was scared and I wanted him there and then he was. What if it was my fault and he gets mad?
Simon: He won’t get mad. Just tell him.
Sadie: Fine. But not while we’re on vacation. We’ll wait until we go home. And only if you tell me your secret first
stupidly perfect - (best friend!bang chan x reader) part 4
pairing: best friend!bang chan x reader
summary: the aftermath of the fight, as well as another disaster, unexpectedly brings you and chan together .
genre: idol!au, mentions of eating, drinking, mentions of injuries, medical supplies and processes, mentions of self-neglect (chan forgets to use chapstick lmao), my poor minho :( , jisung chews his nails . . . bad quokka !! if i forgot anything (i probably did), comment and i'll add <3
a/n: part 4 everyone cheer !! gonna make a masterlist soon (lie) !! div by @ferretmilkshakezzz
skz masterlist | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
Chan walks home in the rain.
It's still thundering down like the skies have opened up, and the sensible part of him tells him to go back to your place and apologise, reason with you. Smooth a bandaid over your wounds, stroke a hand down your shoulders, make it all better like he has so many times before.
But he doesn't.
He keeps walking with his head down, the rain dripping off the slick strands of his hair, dripping into his eyes and falling unpleasantly down the front of his shirt, though it's already soaked beyond repair. It's freezing; so unbelievably cold that his skin is beginning to ache all over. The rain drives into his skin like a thousand tiny needles made of ice.
He grits his teeth and keeps walking. Time passes by in a shower of darkness and wet misery, and before he knows it, he's back at the dorm, shivering on the doorstep as he waits for Jeongin to open the door. His hands fly to his biceps and he stamps his feet, shivering and chattering as the door opens.
"Hyung?" Jeongin says, peeking around the door. He looks so cosy; oversized hoodie and sweats carrying the lingering scent of an evening hot drink. "What- You're soaking! Did you change your clothes...?"
Chan nods and steps inside, exhaling a puff of almost frozen air from his lungs. Jeongin disappears down the hallway in a whirl, presumably to fetch a towel, and Chan bites his lip harshly as he takes in the sudden sereness of his surroundings.
It should be no surprise; he lives here. But the way everything is set out, the placement of the furniture and little items on the shelves coupled with the rich scent of cocoa and soft blankets suddenly makes him shiver in a way he can't explain. And he knows it's not from the cold or the clammy wetness slicking his body.
He shouldn't be in here.
He should be outside, in the rain, in the cold, shivering and curling in on himself in the dark street. He should be out there, so blinded by the mist and the fog that he has no idea which way is where.
Because he deserves that. Not least because he literally blew up in his best friend's face and stormed out of their house.
Along with a few other things, he thinks bitterly.
"Here," Jeongin says suddenly, thrusting two towels in his face. Chan takes them and his younger member stands by worriedly, fluttering around like he's not quite sure what to do. "What happened?"
Chan just shakes his head, flinging drops of water like crystals from his hair. Turning, he slips off his waterlogged shoes, toes off his socks, and then trails down the hallway like a phantom. Albeit a very wet one at that.
Jeongin stares after him in utter confusion.
.
Chan hisses as the hot water hits his skin.
It's a welcome change from the wet cold he was drenched in earlier, but it feels strange, the difference in temperature. Like pouring boiling water over frozen bones, they don't immediately thaw.
His temper does, though.
Groaning, he leans his head on the tiled wall of the shower; it's steamy from the condensation, as are the glass walls. His hand comes up to lightly tug at his hair, trying to remove the waterlogged feel of it. Like he can just rinse it all off.
Resting his forearm on the tiled wall, he sighs and turns the shower temperature a little hotter. He's been standing under the stream for who knows how long, but he can't quite bring himself to reach for the handle and turn the water off. Not yet.
His forearm slips against the tiles and knocks unpleasantly against his chest, almost knocking the breath out of his lungs. Standing up abruptly, his vision is blinded by the hot stream of water and he hisses before slapping the handle. The water jet turns off and he rubs at his eyes with a wet fist before sighing and stepping out.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he steps out of the bathroom and jolts.
Hyunjin is sitting calmly on the bed; his long, elegant form is swathed in a dark hoodie and a pair of basketball shorts. He doesn't look cold despite the weather outside; though inside the dorm, warmth hangs in the air like a thick woollen blanket.
Stumbling and fetching up against the bathroom doorframe, Chan hisses before tossing a can of deodorant at his friend from the dresser. It hits his knee with a metallic clang before rolling under the bed. Hyunjin stares after it with a look of mildly piqued interest.
"Didn't know we were throwing aerosols to deal with our problems now," he remarks dryly before gesturing to the bathroom. "You took a while in there."
Chan huffs and sits down on the bed, feeling a lingering drop of water slide down his spine as he leans over, elbows on knees. "I wouldn't have taken as long if I knew you'd be here. Did Jeongin let you in?"
"No," Hyunjin says sarcastically. "I climbed seven stories and then broke in through the window."
One hand meets the bridge of Chan's nose, rubbing to ease the tired tension set between his brows. "Minho's humour is rubbing off on you."
"Minho-hyung wouldn't have done what you did."
Chan scoffs and moves to the dresser, slipping off the towel and replacing it with a pair of sweats, a tank, and a hoodie, all black. Hyunjin turns his back without being told, sighing as he twists his ring around his long, knobby fingers.
Feeling the weight of his friend on the mattress next to him, Hyunjin turns back and is met with Chan sprawled out on the mattress, rather like a fish after the tide has gone out. He's left flapping and dying on the sand.
"I'm guessing Y/n told you what happened," Chan says, his tone dead and tired.
"She called me crying, saying that you exploded at her and then left."
"Yep. You idiot."
Chan makes a strangled noise, throwing his hands up in the air and then letting them collapse by his sides. They bounce against the mattress. "I- That wasn't how it was supposed to go."
Hyunjin tilts his head. "She also got pissed at me because I let you use my phone to text her. So..." He lies down next to Chan, nestling in the duvet underneath him. "We're both in the wrong."
Closing his eyes, Chan rolls onto his side and regards his friend with a cool, stony stare. "You haven't said anything, have you?"
"About what?"
A pointed glance.
Hyunjin scoffs and looks up at the ceiling. "No. But I think you should."
"I can't. She hates me. Even more, if that's humanly possible. It'll just make this mess worse."
"Then at least apologise to her, hyung."
Chan sighs; a deep, weary exhale betraying the depth of his exhaustion. "Fine. Just- I need time to think."
Hyunjin nods. "I'm sure she does as well. For now, rest, and try to avoid getting sick. We have a lot to do in the next few weeks." He puts a hand on his friend's shoulder as he sits up. "Go and eat something, and then sleep. Let's put this mess aside for now and clear our minds. Everything will be fine."
"Do you think so?"
Hyunjin grins. "I know so. Now quick, go and eat something before Jeongin scoffs the whole pantry."
.
Chan can't focus.
Not on his schedules, or his training, or his dancing or singing or socialising or any other one of the multitude of roles he's somehow picked up along the way of being the leader of Stray Kids.
He wakes up. He sleepwalks his way through dance and vocal practices, half-asses his production work, does a photoshoot or an interview which he can't find it in himself to care about, does some more practice, and then crashes into bed.
Today is no different.
"Jisung, like this," Minho pushes his younger member's arms into the right position for the choreography, demonstrating the step. "Make sure you pop your chest before moving here- And then like this, see?"
"I don't get it."
Minho groans playfully, tugging lightly on Jisung's hair before moving to correct Seungmin's position. "Chan-hyung will show you."
Jisung looks across at his leader, who is standing half-dazed in the middle of the floor, clearly not up to the task. Which is unusual, along with the fact that he hasn't bothered to wrangle the rest of the kids into practicing like normal.
Hyunjin and Jeongin are fighting in the corner, and Changbin is on the floor on his phone. The rest of the members whine and complain, halfheartedly dancing, and Minho rubs a finger across his temple as his gaze follows Jisung's.
"Okay, fine," he sighs. "Just work on the first part. Seungmin, go do it with him."
Both members trail to the back of the room, beginning to run through the choreo again. Minho stalks up to his leader and tugs lightly on the stiff brim of his cap.
"Hyung," he says firmly. "I know you're tired, but we have a lot to do. Just this practice, then we can take a break tomorrow. But you have to help me out, okay?" He gestures to the chaotic mess of members around the room. "They only listen to you, and you're standing here like a ghost. Help me."
Chan is silent.
"Hyung," Minho says insistently, peering into his leader's face. "Help me."
No answer.
Minho sighs, turning away and feeling rather crestfallen as he begins the first line of choreography again. There's a strange feeling bubbling in his stomach, one that's unpleasant and rather reminds of when he was younger, being told off for breaking something or getting into a scuffle.
It's not like Chan to brush him off.
He didn't really brush me off, Minho thinks. Just kind of- Ignored me. I wonder if something's wrong. I heard Hyunjin saying he went to go talk to Y/n... Maybe they fought. Ah, this isn't ideal... We have a comeback soon.
How am I supposed to keep everyone in line? Chan-hyung won't do it.. Maybe he's upset with me, too. Maybe I should be doing better. I'll come back and practice tonight.
"Minho-hyung, we did the first part." Seungmin emerges from behind him, rolling up his sleeves. Jisung nods dutifully next to him. "How do you do the switch part where we move? Because I go forward to centre but Jisung-hyung and I have to move around each other..."
Minho racks his brain for the choreography. He knows this. He knows every step, every turn, every switch. He could do it in his sleep.
But suddenly, he can't remember.
Panic rises in his gut like bile creeping up his throat. He clears it awkwardly and clenches his fists as he desperately attempts to recall the steps. His vision blurs and he fiercely wills the unexpected emotion away.
"Take a break," he says, strained, cheeks pink in embarrassment. I don't want to be upset in front of them. "We'll do the next part tomorrow. I don't think we're going to get much done today anyway."
Seungmin and Jisung share a strange look before nodding quietly and wandering off.
Minho bites his lip as he watches them go. A sharp tang erupts in his mouth and he whimpers suddenly, tasting blood.
A pathetic feeling settles on his shoulders before it's overtaken by a wave of anger and frustration. His gaze flickers to Chan. He's still standing in the middle of the floor. Dead to the world.
Minho's gaze is afresh with determination.
I'm going to do better, hyung.
.
There's a knock on the door.
"Come in," Chan calls wearily. He's been sitting slumped against the desk, flicking a pen with his finger. It rolls up, then down, then falls to the floor as Hyunjin steps into the room.
He closes the door quietly, hovering in the doorway.
Chan doesn't look up; he doesn't need to. He's known his members long enough to recognise whose footsteps are whose, and he sighs and picks up the pen before turning to regard Hyunjin with a tired gaze.
"You again," he says, though there's no maliciousness behind it. "It's late."
"Hey," Hyunjin replies quietly. "I know. Can we talk?"
Chan gestures to the small leather couch behind his chair. Hyunjin sits and shifts uncomfortably. Clearly it's taken a lot of courage for him to appear at the studio, and his hands twist around each other in his lap.
"So," Hyunjin begins awkwardly.
"I haven't told her, if that's what you're wondering," Chan says calmly. He feels anything but.
Hyunjin doesn't look up, but the slight set of tension in his shoulders relaxes slightly. A puff of air escapes his lips. "I don't know if I should tell her. It feels wrong."
"It isn't wrong," Chan reasons.
"It is, kind of. Knowing that all this time..." He trails off, clearly guilty. "I just don't know when the right time is. Especially because you two fought."
"We didn't fight," Chan groans. "I just- I wanted to tell her so badly, but after the restaurant, I didn't know how to process things, and once I found out about this..." He gestures vaguely. "It was just so frustrating to not be able to tell her the truth."
"You need to, Chan."
"I know-"
"No," Hyunjin says firmly. "You need to really tell her. Sit her down when she isn't busy, apologise, and explain everything. Like we talked about last night. She deserves to know that much at least. It'll be good for you too."
Chan tugs off his cap. "What do you mean, good for me?"
"Hyung, you've been running on nothing but fumes since you stormed out of Y/n's place that night. You haven't been able to focus on anything, and we're falling behind. The comeback is soon."
"I know, I know," Chan sighs, slumping in his chair. "It just seems selfish to tell her how I feel, considering..."
The studio falls silent. Hyunjin stares at his friend with a look of empathy, though it's tinged with sadness in the dim light of the room. "You really do love her, don't you?"
Chan nods sincerely. "I know someone else does too. That's why I held back... It was so frustrating, Hyunjin. You have no idea..."
Hyunjin has the grace to look sheepish, running a hand over his dark buzzed hair. "Do they know that you know? The other person who likes her..."
"I don't think so."
Hyunjin leans forward, tugging curiously at the neckline of his shirt. "Do you know who it is?"
He nods again, leaning closer and lowering his voice. "It's-"
"Chan-hyung!" Jisung throws open the studio door, red-faced and breathless. "Come quick!"
Chan stands up immediately, Hyunjin following. His brow furrows in concern. "Jisung, calm down. What's wrong?"
Jisung's eyes widen fractionally in panic. "Minho-hyung is hurt."
.
He was just trying to practice.
One late-night dance practice wouldn't hurt, right? It would do him so good, help him clean up his moves before the rest of the members came to their senses and realised that he isn't competent enough to be teaching the group choreography.
Great work, Minho. Absolutely fantastic.
Now he sits in the middle of the dance studio floor, cradling his ankle between white-knuckled hands. The rest of the members flutter around him, along with some of the medical staff, and the door flies open once more as Hyunjin and Chan stride in, faces set in worry. Jisung follows, chewing anxiously at his nails.
"Minho," Chan says, kneeling by his side. He exhales sharply as his fingers lightly touch his shin, inspecting the damage. "What happened?"
"I'm fine." He fights a grimace.
"What happened?" Chan's voice is stern, strained with worry. He has every right to be; Minho's ankle is swollen and red, already bruising, but he feels a sharp pang of sadness at his leader's tone. And it somehow seems to hurt more than the injury itself, even if just for a moment.
He seals his mouth shut, pressing his lips together, and looks away.
"He was doing a late-night practice of the choreo," Jisung explains, moving to put an arm around Jeongin and Felix. "We came in a little later because I forgot my phone, and he was on the floor."
"He must have fallen doing the dance break," Jeongin says quietly, meekly nestling into Jisung's side.
Minho interjects with a sharp cry of pain as one of the staff members presses ice to the joint. It stings and aches and feels a little better all at the same time. His throat bobs, swallowing thickly, and a bead of sweat blooms a damp, circular patch on the cotton of his shirt.
Chan goes tense and calls out several instructions to the staff, his previous misery clearly forgotten. Turning back to Minho, his eyes flit all over his body, worriedly checking for any other injury. "You shouldn't have been up this late. And alone, too; you know bad things happen this way."
Minho flinches at his sharp tone. "Hyung-"
"No, Minho," Chan says firmly. "Promise you won't do it again. And tell me why you did it in the first place; it's not like you to be up so late to begin with-"
"I was trying to make you happy, hyung," he interrupts miserably, biting his lip.
The members fall silent, and the staff members bustling around with medical supplies and phone calls have the good grace to do the same.
"What?" Chan's tone is disbelieving.
"You were so down, so upset, and I thought it was because of Y/n, but I tried talking to you earlier during practice and you brushed me off, and it felt so hurtful, and I just wanted to do better, hyung," Minho cries, words tumbling out of his mouth. "I thought it would help- I wanted you to be proud of me..."
Chan presses two fingers to the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. It ends in more of a sigh, and he crouches closer to the younger member, reaching up to brush a strand of slick hair out of his face. "I am proud of you. I always have been, no matter what you do or achieve. And I want you to know that I'm sorry, Minho," he stands up. "Everyone. I'm truly sorry. I've been so lost in my head and I forgot what matters to me. I'm going to fix this, I promise."
"Fix his ankle first, hyung," Jeongin chides him bravely, clearly fed up. "Apologise later."
The rest of the members groan and agree, and even Minho fights back a familiar smirk, grimacing as one of the staff adjusts him gently.
Chan lets a grin crack his mouth, the first real bubble of happiness rising up in him, even though it's small. It feels strangely good to be told off, snapped back into his senses.
He adjusts his dark cap on his head. "Right."
.
"Hey, Minho."
He looks up from the mess of blankets and cushions swaddling his figure on the couch. Blinks once, and then shuffles upwards to peek out at you with curious, catlike eyes.
"Y/n."
Grinning, you shut the door quietly and step into the dorm, pocketing your spare key. Toeing off your shoes, you place them neatly by the rack and then move over to where Minho is on the couch. "I bet you didn't hear me, hmm?"
He shakes his head rather shyly, clearly pleased to see you. He picks up the remote and pauses the show he's been watching. "I missed you."
"I missed you too, Min," you say gently, placing a bag on the table and carefully bringing out a box. "I bet your stomach missed me too... I brought donuts."
You don't even get to finish your sentence before Minho dives into the box. Laughing, you stand up and pet his soft, messy hair before moving to the counter and placing a tote bag on the marble. "Leave some for Jisung. I'll get him to drop this stuff off too..."
Minho looks up, licking sugar and cinnamon from his fingers. "What's in that bag?"
"Chan's clothes," you say quietly. "He forgot them when he came to see me."
There's a silent moment of understanding where you move back to the couch and Minho dusts the remaining sugar off his hands. But it doesn't feel awkward like you were afraid it would.
You clear your throat. "How's your ankle?"
He sighs and closes the donut box, lifting his ankle from the couch. It's wrapped in a soft, white bandage, and you can still see some of the bruising peeking out like rose petals. He turns it side to side, inspecting. "It's better. I'm still not allowed to dance, though. Two more weeks."
You touch his knee. "I know it's hard not being able to dance, Min. Good on you for resting, though... I was convinced they'd have to tie you up- Ow."
He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he lightly pinches your arm. "Not funny. It sucks being stuck here all day."
You sigh and lean back against the couch. "Surely they'd let you come down and watch the practices, at least."
Minho shakes his head. "No. I'd just get tempted to try and get up. It's better this way."
You nod. "I see."
"You know," he continues quietly, "I missed you."
"I know, Min-"
"No," he interrupts. "Not just because of this," he gestures to his ankle. "I missed you when we went out with the guys and the dance crew girls. When we used to leave the company at 3 am to get snacks. I missed you hanging around us. I was upset about it for a while before I realised there was something going on with you and Chan."
"I ruined everything," you sigh. "If I hadn't burst out that night at the restaurant, none of this would have happened."
"And then you would have gone years without getting a chance to tell him how you feel," Minho says reasonably without missing a beat. "Better now than later, where things will be more complicated."
"Things are already complicated."
"Even so, it's better to do it now," he says earnestly. "At least you don't have to waste time pretending you don't love him. The feelings are out, Y/n; now you and Chan just have to work them out. And there's no reason you can't do it together. Like you both always have."
You're quiet, and before you can open your mouth to reply to his unexpectedly reassuring statement, the door opens.
Changbin and Jisung enter the dorm, clattering and bickering about a reworked lyric of the upcoming album's title track. Felix follows, laughing and attempting to stop the argument, finishing off the remains of a coffee. They stop mid-argument, gazes locking with yours, and both fall silent. Someone else steps into the dorm, shutting the door and pulling a dark cap off his head.
"So," Minho says uncomfortably, "I might have forgotten to tell you 3RACHA and Felix were coming over tonight..."
"Minho." You hiss at him.
"Sorry, sorry, it slipped my mind... Injuries and all..."
You filter his excuses out and stand, brushing yourself off. "Hey."
"Hey," Changbin, Felix, and Jisung all awkwardly reply in unison.
Chan turns around in surprise, tugging out his earphones. Clearly he wasn't expecting to see you standing in the middle of the room, and you see his throat bob before he stuffs the headphone cord in the pocket of his hoodie, wary.
No one moves.
You take the first step and pick up your bag, nodding a goodbye to Minho before you move past the couch. "I'll, um- I'm going now. See you later. Feel better, Min."
You fly out the door, fumbling to pull it shut behind yourself. Chan hasn't moved as you went past him, and the scent of his musky, faded cologne follows you in wisps as you head down the corridor with hasty steps.
Shit, you whine inwardly, pressing a hand to your hot cheeks. That was so awkward. Talk about bad timing.
You turn to the left and walk down the corridor before turning to go down the steps to the main floor, focused on leaving as quickly as possible in your embarrassment. In your haste, you miss a step and your stomach swoops unpleasantly downward as you trip.
Time freezes.
Gasping, you open your eyes, and look down at the staircase below. One foot hovers in the air, the other at such an angle behind you that you can't possibly understand how you aren't falling.
Someone pulls you back and you flail, only now feeling the strong, warm grip of a hand on your wrist. Both hands meet a solid chest as you're pulled back to face whoever it is that caught you.
Chan gazes down at you, expression unreadable.
He has total power over you right now; if he lets go, you'll tumble down the stairs. There's a small half of his expression that rather makes him look like he wants to do it.
But the other half...
"Chan," you whisper.
"Planning to break your ankle like Minho?" He doesn't smile, his arms warm and steady around your waist. You're on your tiptoes, body pressed against his as you attempt to balance, but it's impossible without him. "You didn't have to leave."
"I-" You gulp. "I had plans."
"Liar," he says without hesitating. "With who?"
Silence.
Your heart pounds in your chest, smacking against your ribs like a wild, caged animal trying to escape. You look away, giving up without bothering to defend yourself, and Chan exhales.
"Could've just let me fall," you say suddenly, tone bitter. It bubbles out of you unexpectedly like fizz from a shaken can of lemonade.
He blinks, dark eyes regarding you with a calm gaze. He doesn't look as nervous as you thought he would. "Why would I do that?"
You scoff quietly and look away.
"I do care, you know," he says, his voice quiet. One hand comes up to gently brush away a strand of your hair. "Just in case you forgot."
For a moment, everything feels right; the brush of his calloused fingertips, the warmth between you; it's like it was before. Calm and comforting and familiar and Chan.
Before.
Part of you wants to break away from the touch, toss your head and shoo him away. But you don't. You let his hand gently move to touch your cheek, skating down the textured, smooth surface of your skin, caressing the curve of your jaw.
You don't pull away when his breath fans over you, stirring your hair in a faint wave, smelling of mint and coffee and something unmistakeably sweet.
You don't push him back when he lifts you gently, just enough to have your toes touching the ground, and steps back to the top of the landing, carrying you as if you were a doll.
You don't scoff at him when he lets a hand fall to the small of your back, guiding you closer, his touch magnetic and sweet and wildly addicting and so, so warm.
Like the Chan you know. The before Chan. The best friend Chan.
The one who always brought you little flowers when you were both younger to make you smile.
The one who excitedly sang and played his guitar for you on cool summer evenings.
The one who held your hand when you crossed a busy street.
The one who seamlessly included you into a group of friends without trying, because he knew it'd ease your worries of being alone when you first moved to Seoul.
The one, who right now, is gently pressing his mouth to yours in a hesitant, almost dazed action of searing contact, pulling away slightly. As if he's afraid.
Without thinking, you let him tug you gently closer, and one hand meets his collar, softly pulling him in. You didn't even notice when your mouths met.
You feel dizzy.
His lips are chapped; you pinch him lightly on the shoulder, chiding him for the self-neglect, and he chuckles against your mouth. He knows what you're saying.
He always does and he always has.
He barely has time to murmur your name in a blurry, heated whisper before the unmistakeable clatter of footsteps down the hallway makes you both pull back, panting.
Blinking, you and Chan stare down the hallway, fighting to rejoin reality, clinging to each other as your grip tightens on his shoulders.
Your mouth goes dry.
Felix stares brokenly from the end the corridor.
a/n: i hope the wait was worth it . . . nyeheheheheh !!
The Mechanisms and what Fears from TMA they would be susceptible too/avatars of
First TMA and first mechs post, hi guys,
This is a concept i've thought about for a bit, I wrote most of this list a bit ago, but have recently given it a second thought as I relisten to TMA :3 (right at the end of 51 as of writing this)
There's no real order to this list I kinda just wrote what I felt like when I wrote it, im going off the order I went when I originally wrote these down though
Johnny D'Ville
Slaughter - This man would fucking LOVE the slaughter, putting him in that one slaughter domain from s5 would be his Disneyland lets be real. He would absolutely be a slaughter avatar the slaughter would feast so well on his actions.
Lonely - On the flip side, the fear that would affect Johnny the most in my opinion is the Lonely. Especially if its after Nastya's death (because I love them being siblings, that's his sister your honor) I imagine with the rest of the mechs they're all friends (or his lover of the week) (big fan of poly mechs in the way they're constantly changing around who they're actually with at any given time), but a real genuine emotional bond? What I've gotten vibes wise from Johnny is that he would rather shoot whoever tries to get him to talk then tell them anything about his proper feelings, Nastya was probably the only one he would actually talk too. And, well, she's gone. Ashes is maybe the only other one who could get something out of him? But they've both got their own issues with trust and emotional openness. I am so attached to this idea for him though, god.
Gunpowder Tim
Hunt - I'll say this, it's mostly based on Gunpowder Tim v. The Moon Kaiser, but the vibes of his post Bertie crash out gave major Hunt avatar vibes. I can absolutely see Slaughter mixing in as well as is typical in war settings, but with it partially being about revenge and him getting more people involved with it (like a pack) It seemed MUCH more like a hunt moment. Tim would be a great hunt avatar.
Ashes O'Reilly
Desolation - I don't think I have to go into detail about why Ashes would be a Desolation avatar. Ashes would love the desolation at least from an aesthetic level. I don't think they'd fuck with the church of the lightless flame though. Ashes doesn't give, would want to be in a cult vibes.
Web - This one might seem odd to say right away. but hear me out. As shown in UDAD, Ashes can and will get involved as a leader behind the scenes of things. Plus, the whole origin story with being a member of the mafia, even if they weren't the leader, they likely did have power and control within it given their closeness to the leader. I don't know, web wouldn't be *perfect* I'll give you that, but I think they'd at least vibe with the web, but the web would have to seek them out they wouldn't seek it out if it wanted to make them into its avatar, if that makes sense.
Spiral - Ashes would have appreciation for the lies and deceit part, but probably wouldn't be too susceptible or be an avatar.
Ivy Alexandria
Eye - Do I need to even say it? She is prime Archivist material, she is an Archivist! Shes the ships Archivist! I don't think Ivy could be an avatar of anything else!
Spiral - Ivy's lost memories and her feelings around that would probably make her more susceptible to the spiral, an aspect of the Spiral is your mind lying to you, memory loss fits that pretty well. Stranger and Lonely also fit on a smaller level with that too, but the one fear I think Ivy really would need to watch out for is this one.
Toy Soldier
Stranger - Gotta get the connection to Orsinov out of the way, TS being non human would make others at least feel this fear towards them. Plus the whole, stolen vocal chords thing.
Slaughter - Toy Soldier, as of GPTvTMK, finds war "Jolly Good Fun!", TS in a similar vein to Johnny would willingly be a slaughter avatar.
Drumbot Brian
Vast - With the multiple times Brian ends up in the vastness of space... He would be susceptible to it I think, but I think Brian as a Vast Avatar would go so hard
Lonely - Related to the Vast one, he ends up in space Alone (Lost in the Cosmos), can't be great and that would also make him susceptible to the Lonely. I think he's less likely to go full avatar of this one though.
End - His prophetic powers make me think of Oliver Banks (why did I write Antonio Blake in my google doc I literally was well in s4 by that time what) every instance of its use has ended bad, because no one listened to his warning. By bad that means in at least Some death. HNOC at least 600 people did! so! Yeah more then the vast I think Brian would fit End avatar very well.
Nastya
Stranger - Nastya would 100% be susceptible to the Stranger, her whole thing with Aurora's "death" gives major 'would fear the Stranger' vibes. I don't think I need to even go into detail its perfect
Raphaella la Cognizi
Flesh - In the way that she is a scientist and would be so incredibly fascinated, she would probably end up being manipulated into becoming an avatar because of this
Corruption - Similar to the flesh, it helps both of these are very physical fears, they're ones you can put under a microscope and observe, she would love to observe them
Marius Von Raum
I'm gonna be real, hes the only one I don't have any idea for at all, he's too whimsical cartoon character in my mind to fear things and to be an avatar of the fears
I invite discussions about this and I'll add in ones I like if anyone else has any ideas (with credits of course)
And, of course an obligatory Lyfrassir Edda is a mechanism after TBI moment, I wrote one for them for fun
Lyfrassir Edda
Desolation - Dude they lost their whole world, they would be SOOOOO susceptible to the Desolation, I didn't think of this originally when I wrote the doc but this one is so???? obvious????? huh????????
Spiral - Their world ended in rainbow madness, Lyf would not like the spiral at the very least
Lonely - Being the last survivor of an entire species and solar system will really make you feel lonely won't it?
Extinction - The system ended because of Odin, people's actions leading to the end of the species??? That's so very Extinction.
Eye - In the way that I think Lyfrassir Edda would be a Great Archivist. Lyf is susceptible to 4 fears, and already was seeking out knowledge through the Black Box, and is a detective which in my opinion is a role that naturally does lean towards the eye since your digging out secrets and whatnot. Lyf honestly (maybe its just how Johnny played him but) gave me Jon vibes so I absolutely could see Lyf in a universe where they end up as the Archivist.
And that's all the ideas I have, like I said with the marius section, I invite discussion and will be giving gold stars (features here) to anything I see that I think needs to be seen :3
If I was not in fact the first person to do this erm... I promise I wasn't actually inspired by anything I saw, I have an AU where the mechs and the fears would interact, so thought I should make a list of this kind of thing (I will post about it here, eventually... i'm still developing it, but just know it involves Johnny D'ville being Jon, Ashes being Basira and Toy Soldier losing its vocal chords!
Also Martin as a mechanism, for those who want to see that :3 I know I don't post on tumblr a whole lot, so erm.... follow me if you want.........
fun fact: chapter 17 of slimeknight yuri was supposed to actually have avery and der full on make out sloppy style but i toned it down to a simple kiss because idk how to write one + first time writing the fic...
uum hi guys.. finally saying this i think im going to discontinue this blog? perchance.. i havent reallly got the energy for it anymore or like want to keep posting stuff related to frozen soul.. nothing wrong with the game !!!!! its more of a me thing i wanna like take my little ocs away from just being some simple stereotypical mafia things in frozen soul 👀 theyre mine now.. forever... basically um blog is getting discontinued and i am taking my ocs and running !!!!! !!!!! !! !!!!! !!i might be making more things about them SEPARATED from the game that inspired them and on a different account.. soo if u see me👀 no u dont... ive been planning on separating them for a while too like maybe a month or two neow
but i really enjoyed having this blog!!! it was fun 😋 very fun i liked answering the questions u guys asked but i just lost energy for it...
anyways saying it here DIVISION 6 IS DEAD !!!!! IN THIS UNIVERSE AT THE VERY LEAST !!!!!!!!!!! FOREVER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all exploded. spontanous combustion.
