🧿 Onyx 🧿

- So primarily, nothing really happens in the first couple days on Earth. You're both in your own little circle, and neither of you feel the urge to interact.

- That is, until they all decide to start breaking off everyone's wrist bands.

- Considering you had objectively the most knowledge about any of it, Bellamy decided that you'd be the most useful in the situation. And who did he decide to send to talk to you?

- Murphy.

- At first, it's just a business exchange, you help him and his group shut off all the wrist bands, and he provides a slightly larger amount of protection.

- Like honestly, who's going to fuck with you when you're spending time around Murphy?

- Obviously, you didn't really understand most of the reasoning behind your help. But you did just want to help. And of course, Murphy helped place the thought that doing this helped everyone.

- Then, things ended up getting somewhat weird between the two of you.

- More conversations than necessary happened between the two of you. More kind (or as kind as Murphy could be), more just getting to know each other.

- To Murphy, it was a means to an end. Gaining your trust meant you'd be more likely to help in a situation that required your expertise. Nothing more, nothing less.

- And then everything with Wells happens.

- And Murphy is strung up, maybe minutes away from dying. And all you can do is stand there and hope that the guy you've started to trust isn't as evil as everyone is claiming.

- And then he gets exiled.

- You don't understand why, all of his actions seemed reasonable. But all you understand is that he's gone.

- You spend the next period of time lonely. You don't really talk to anyone else, and you don't see a point in it. You just help out where you can.

- Then, Murphy comes back. And he's sick, and no one thinks he's going to make it.

- So of course, you volunteer with Clarke to help take care of the sick (mainly him)

- You and him spend a lot of time together during those days. You help take care of him, and then he helps you take care of everyone else.

- All was fine, until you got sick too, and Murphy was the one taking care of you.

- It's during this that Murphy realizes something important about you. You're naive. Weak. Small.

- And he can't have that.

- After you get better, he "teaches" you.

- You both spend a lot of time together after he sticks around. Talking, learning, spending time together. But it's less of a business transaction and more of just companionship.

It was just you and Murphy. The way things felt the most right to you. You both were sitting some ways away from the rest of the kids, against some sort of oak tree. You could feel the bark biting into your back, but you didn't complain. You never did with Murphy.

"Yeah I've...I never kissed anyone." You say, a small shrug of your shoulders following your statement. It didn't seem like something majorly strange about you. You were always more focused on your studies, and your parents always taught you that it was better to be smart than in love.

It was now that you finally looked over at Murphy, and he had this indiscernible look on his face. The kind that made it hard to tell what he was thinking. And considering you had gotten far better at telling that then before, it was mildly concerning. "I just didn't have the time growing up...with studying and...then everything that happened after-"

You don't get to finish your explanation before he cuts you off. "I can teach you." He responds, point blank and soft. Like he was scared of anyone else hearing it. You blink at him a couple times. It seemed like a strange offer. But you two were friends, just friends, and it made sense that he'd teach you about this too.

You nod your head slowly, only because you don't trust your voice right now. It feels like if you tried to talk you'd most definitely just squeak. He offers a bid in acknowledgement before turning to fully face you.

"Okay so...just sit still, close your eyes, and let me take the lead." He intructs, his voice reaching its normal inflection. It sounds like he's doing nothing more than teaching you how to dance. But it's so much more.

He leans in, placing both of his hands on your cheeks, and you have no reason to not comply with his words.

Once his lips finally touch yours, you're slightly underwhelmed. You expected a kiss to be more...electric.

You're soon proven wrong.

He soon starts kissing you, more than just a peck, but a dance of love between two people. His hand tangles in your hair, and you can't help but let out a soft whine. Now this, this feels like magic. A sense of mind control spell, surely.

But he pulls away far too fast.

You sit there, dazed for a second when he says, "There. Now you know." You take a deep breath and look back over at him.

"Can...can we do that again?"

You and Murphy don't leave that area for a while.

-Stone isn't one to exactly fall in love with someone just based off of looks. He refuses to be that superficial (and would prolly shame others for doing it).

- But, he isn't exempt from finding someone attractive. Especially when him, Vinny, and Skipp are running a scam (that is very quickly going wrong) and he sees you.

- Now with most people, it's easy to tell why you find them attractive, but with you? He can't pinpoint anything. All he knows is that the way you walk, the way you're dressed, the way you just exist. It's all alluring.

- He knows you're a scrap, hell, he can tell by your clothing alone. But it's not like your clothing is bad either. No, it's styled, and there's effort put into it. Not just for warmth or just for accessibility, but just because.

- It's all just *you*.

- Safe to say, he's distracted, and they definitely don't get the chance to get the food they wanted. Vinny and Skipp are disappointed, who wouldn't be? But Stone isn't for once. He saw you.

- It becomes intentional at some point. He has to believe it's intentional, because it truly happens so often that coincidence can no longer be just that.

- Around the third time he sees you, you two actually get to have a conversation. It's nothing wonderful, just basic introductory small talk. But he hates it. He hates it because oh god, even the way you talk is handsome.

- He doesn't know how to handle these feelings. He never expected to just crush on someone for this. But he has, and Vinny and Skipp also don't let him forget it.

- Every time they're out and about, all Stone hears is "Do you think we'll see your crush today?"

- He gets tired of it quickly, very quickly. And soon enough, he both dreads and loves when you pop up. But it's quickly becoming a problem in his life. Or more so, Vinny and Skipp are becoming a problem.

- But after a particularly rough day with absolutely no money, you run into each other again.

He wasn't expecting to see you today. It was raining, and he was tired and hungry. Who wasn't in this town? But he only ever saw you when he was in a good mood (whatever that really was), not like this. Not in this way.

But then you're there, like an angel in the dark stormy town. How do you look so wonderful when you're drenched to the bone? You should be studied, there has to be some sort of actual reason you look that good.

He doesn't realize he hasn't said anything, or that you have said something until he sees your mouth move. "Are you okay?" You say, your tone soft and warm. Like a cup of cocoa.

He sounds hesitant when he says, "I'm fine." And maybe he is. He doesn't want you, the physical embodiment of perfection, to see him like this.

"You don't look fine." You say, moving to sit down beside him. You don't ask, because you don't really need to. He moves aside for you anyways. He doesn't even have a good reason why, but he does. "Where's...the rest of your motley crew?"

This time, he doesn't hesitate. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it, mumbling quickly after, "Sleeping."

This means he's alone. And maybe that's good, and maybe that's safe. But he can't be alone forever.

No one should be alone forever.

There's a brief lull in conversation before you finally speak up again. "I'll keep you company." No expectation of food, or safety, or anything. Just pure comfort.

And maybe that's all he needs. Maybe that's what he's always wanted. Maybe that's why he likes you so much.

- So first off, I think that Erik is definitely bisexual, in the most sincere and kind way. He's very neutral, like true neutral. He has no preference either way, and loves you regardless.

- I feel like he definitely is the type of guy to parade you around, and be all happy and excited after you guys get serious. Almost every family event you go to for the first couple times is just him being like "My boy! I love my boy!"

- He is generally so sweet and considerate when it comes to everything. Sure, he's kind of abrasive and rough around the edges when it comes to showing his emotions, but he really does try.

- If you two share any of the same interests, like gaming or music, he leans into it fully without any question. He will invest his entire heart, mind, and soul into loving that thing, because in some way it feels like it helps him love you.

- Even if you two aren't exactly into the same things, he still puts in the same amount of effort to invest himself into the things you like. He doesn't even tell you about it until he randomly brings it up in conversation.

- If you're ever interested in getting a piercing or tattoos, he is the first to not only agree, but offer to do it for you. For free of course.

- it surprised nearly no one in his family when he showed up with you next to him and introduced you as his boyfriend. Even though he never really came out, it's not like everyone didn't know that he was somewhat gay.

- Brenda and Howard are of course very loving and caring towards you, while Bobby is vaguely fidgety. Not in an anxious way, just more so because he isn't used to new people exactly getting brought home. Julia, however, is quite literally her normal self. She tells embarrassing stories, is enjoyably sarcastic, and of course, caring.

- To her, if her big brother loves you, she does too.

- He was never very invested in pride parades, and would never introduce the idea of going to one with you. But if you were into it, he would definitely go along with it. He just wants to see you happy and proud to be yourself.

- One thing he loves continuously, is your thighs. He will definitely just lay on your thighs while he plays Mortal Kombat. Or whenever. He finds whatever excuse he can to lay down on your thighs.

- Of course, he refrains from most of that when it comes to being in public, or being around most of his family. Of course, he'll maybe hook an arm around your waist, occasionally kissing you on the top of the head of your cheek. But he isn't as touchy as that in person. He prefers to save that for when the two of you are more secluded. He thinks it adds to the intimacy of it all.

- He just loves you, regardless of anything. As long as you two share the same beliefs and views on the world, he'll love you regardless.

I wrote this at 1:30am and am very very exhausted. I dothn't sleep yet. And I fear I never will.

- When Murphy first met you, he immediately knew you were gonna be the most objectively tolerable out of everyone on the drop ship.

- I mean, most of the kids who came along were loud, rambunctious, obnoxious, and generally annoying as hell.

- Not to say Murphy didn't check any of those boxes, but he still found those who inherited exclusively those attributes to be incredibly aggravating.

- Then, there was you.

- You weren't like everyone else, in whatever way, and it intrigued him, so of course, when you two finally got together, he wanted to preserve that for himself.

- Sure, it was vaguely selfish, but that hadn't stopped him before.

- So when you started getting a little extra close to some random guy, Murphy snapped.

- He doesn't show it silently. It's loud, and agonizing.

- He starts off with extra snarky comments toward him, insults with an extra bite, comments that dig a little too deep.

- Of course, he pairs it with excessive PDA.

- If that somehow doesn't ward off whoever you were talking to, he resorts to violence.

- All it takes is one stray comment and Murphy is suddenly beating the poor kid until someone prys him away.

- He doesn't talk about the emotions with you, or really anyone, and if he does, he plays it off as something simple. It isn't out of worry, or anything along those lines, he simply just doesn't want to.

- The only way he'll talk about it is in a much more possessive context, and even then he uses it as a way to put down that guy.

- He doesn't say it, but he needs you with him, and he wants to protect whatever you have, even in his own 'Murphy' way.

I hope you enjoyed this! I feel like I kinda lost my mind somewhere along the way, but I hope it's somewhat coherent.

- Honestly I feel like he would just be a big fan.

- roll credits

-jkjk

- But seriously, he's always kinda been an outcast, even kinda in his own friend group, so seeing someone who embodies the same kind of confidence he longs to have is truly just exciting for him.

- He wishes to be a lot more like you, not exactly style wise, but just with the way you're so sure of yourself and how you truly just dress however you want.

- Sure he enjoys being himself but he, like many others, struggles with the concept of wanting to feel accepted.

- Now actually on the topic of style, he thinks it's also just really sick. I feel like he's not exactly the person to be super into how people dress all the time, but especially if he's dating you, he becomes mega invested.

- He will save up money to get you quite literally anything, like he's literally showing up with the world's brightest colored skirt and he's like "Is this the right flavor?"

- He's trying his best Istg

- He'll sit there and try to make Kandi with you if that's what you're into.

- Like he'll genuinely make an entire day if it truly, music blasting, beads strewn throughout his room with string also everywhere.

- He does occasionally still find beads in his room from that day and will send you pictures of it.

- He'll also spend time listening to you talk about your favorite bands, and might even get into some of them with you (if they're more similar to his taste)

- But all in all, he'll still love you the same, with a small bit of jealousy smashed in there on occasion.

Sorry I've been putting everything off for awhile, so uhhhh I might be spamming some stories for awhile.

Anyways, make sure you drink water and eat food

- So first off, I feel like he is emotionally constipated to almost an intense degree. And it's not like it's something forced upon by his family, but it's almost self inflicted.

- He's a very very private person, but also not in some way?

- Like, part of him is extremely for being what he thinks you want him to be, and he likely will be more open as you get closer, but another part of him just doesn't really want to expose that part of him to such a degree.

- On a similar note, I feel like he has some odd people pleaser aspect to himself. Like, it's not like extremely noticeable (at least to you) but a good portion of the time he's crushing on you he's very willing to do and be whoever he thinks you want.

- And that leads to a certain affect of him being different between you and others until you finally break through his walls and he just behaves the same loveable douchy way he usually does.

- His love languages would be a combination of gift giving, and quality time giving, as well as quality time and words of affirmation receiving.

- He doesn't expect any gifts in return, but he seems to almost always be craving this level of praise for certain things.

- He would probably not be too big on physical touch, but it's more so dependent on his mood and where it is. For example, if he's had a good day and you're both alone in his room, he might be more keen on being physically rather than if he's pissy and out in public.

- Heavy is definitely an impact on your relationship. Depending on how you behave around Heavy depends on how well your relationship will progress. However, it's more than likely that Heavy will just like that there's someone else around for him to talk to and be around, especially if you're more welcoming and kind to him (but in all honesty who wouldn't want to be.)

- His parents, on the other hand, were kinda really skeptical of you at first. I mean reasonably, they have to protect their kids. But eventually they warm up to you. And now you're invited to family dinners.

- He's a romantic at heart though, but more in a gothic manner. He leaves love letters in your locker, he captures you in fleeting kisses on occasion for entertainment, and he walks you home in the rain.

- He always words things so eloquently when he writes to you, think something akin to Franz Kafkas Letters to Milena.

- He does love you though, and it shows with each glance he sneaks when he thinks you're not looking, and each time he buys you a gift you had mentioned when you were sure he wasn't listening.

- He's a moon, and you're his star.

I fear I only write on here when I'm spiralling. But anyways I hope this was actually a semi-decent addition for once lol.

1 day after the crash

You assumed that this was the end.

You had bashed your head off of the stupid metal floors and bled out in your boyfriend's arms and died. It sounds like it would've sucked but considering where you are now, it would've been better.

Because despite your lack of consciousness before, you had been rudely awoken half an hour ago by Anya crudely trying to stitch up and wrap your wound with what you had left.

Had left.

And now, you're holding Captain Curly down as he writhes in pain. You can feel his burnt flesh against your fingers, and the smell is still wafting through the air. It might be because you are probably concussed, or because the smell is making you sick, but all you can see is your dad. What was left of him, and what is still there.

You're so wrapped up in your thoughts you don't hear when Anya tells you you can move away, or to let go of Captain Curly because she's done.

"(Name)!" Anya almost shouts, catching your attention immediately. You let go of his arm, stepping back and looking at what is left of him. There's bandages wrapped around him, barely able to cover much of anything, and his arms and legs are gone. There's not much left of him in general.

You turn to look at Anya, and she looks more disturbed than you, or anyone. She has this dull look of fear in her eyes, not like that of a desperate animal, but of one who has already accepted their fate.

"Sorry..." You mumble, grabbing a nearby cloth to wipe the blood and mucus from your hands. You don't know how to process anything that's happened, or if you even can. So the first thing your brain goes to, well your doctoring of course.

"His uh...his Epithelial tissue is exposed all over his body...it's secreting mucus....his skin...it can cause hypotension, hypothermia, dehydration...", "I know." Anya says, interrupting your almost mindless rambling about his medical situation. "I know and there's, there's nothing we can do." She says, and you can almost hear the tears in her eyes.

You both just stare at each other for a minute, before you decide to walk out. Maybe it was to give her some time alone, or to give you some time alone. You don't really know, but you did it.

You start just walking through the halls, without much of a destination in mind, you just need to get away from here.

It's really hard to walk around on hallways that are made almost completely of foam, so you're more so limited in where you can go. However you end up in the lounge, where it seems everyone is, including Daisuke. There's your destination.

"(Name)!" He yelps, rushing towards you. You flinch, almost completely sure he's going to consume you in a hug, but he stops right in front of you, instead placing one hand on the nape of your neck, and the other on your shoulder.

You recall Anya telling you how he was crying after he had found you, and that he carried you the entire way to the med room. She also told how she had to kick him out of the med room afterwards. He hadn't seen you since.

"Are you okay?" He asks quietly, his thumb rubbing against the nape of your neck. "Yeah...yeah I'm good." You respond, looking up at him. You're sure you can see Swansea and Jimmy staring at you two from the distance, but right now that doesn't really matter. What matters is that he cares, and he cared, and he's here.

ERM so sorry this took so long to come out I was in the hospital and now my mum is in the hospital so uh, yeah skibidi ik. But I hope you all enjoy this one lol

Make sure you drink water and eat food

General

- So first off, DOAWK is believed to take place in Massachusetts, so that's where all the technical stuff is gonna be coming in from

- But regardless, I feel like he would smoke mostly for like medicinal reasons (mainly anxiety)

- but if he's with friends or at a party (or just really bored) he'll smoke recreationally

- He'd probably go for more of an Indica (a physical high) or maybe a hybrid for anxiety.

- But he'd definitely go with a Sativa (mental high) for recreational use.

- I feel like a lot of people would assume that he'd be like a dealer or something but I feel like bro would be horrible at it

- Tbh he probably wouldn't even be a good pusher.

- He just vibes out with the weed

- He has like copious amounts of candles and sprays meant to specifically cover up smoke smells

- but then it just smells like weed mixed with chemicals and sugar

- Susan has found his weed stash and had a whole conversation with him about drug safety, and to be safe and compliant with the laws. (After like, lecturing him to hell)

- I feel like his preferred method would probably be a bowl of he's by himself, but if he's smoking with friends or probably a joint (just cause he hates sharing his bowl)

- This is partially because last time he shared his bowl with his band, one of them took a hit and coughed so hard they dropped it and it shattered

- Speaking of that, dude probably smokes brick weed

- He's too broke to afford the other types.

- When he's on Indica bro is out like a light, he is never gonna be conscious again

- But him on Sativa is like a whole different story

- He's like, the most stereotypical high in the world

- Stupid pointless laughter and then he'll just be like "Yo...why is water wet?"

Romantic

- PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TEACH THIS MAN TO COVER UP THE SMELL 🙏🙏🙏

- He doesn't know it but those candles and sprays are making it worse, for like Christmas please get him one of those essential oil humidifiers to get rid of the smell.

- He'll always offer to you, but he'll never force you to smoke to be with him

- He does get hardcore clingy when he's high

- It's a lot more evident with Sativas, like he'll be all giggly and then just whip out the world's dumbest pick up line you've ever heard.

- However if he's on Indica or Hybrid dude is just suffocating laying on top of you

- You are his snack supplier

- I feel like he'd have the worst case of munchies known to man every time he gets high, so be prepared to be driving him to 7/11 to get copious amounts of snacks

- He's always so sweet though, even when he's high AF.

Y'all the amount of time I've been waiting to pull out my odd knowledge on weed is honestly longer than I thought. Hope you enjoyed though

- So for general anxiety I think he partially understands

- Like he has anxiety like, slightly above the average amount of anxiety for a person, but he usually curbs it by playing guitar or doing some weird ass shit or smoking weed

- But being with someone who has almost constant anxiety is pretty new for him

- His main tactic is to just embarrass himself so that you don't really have it on your mind

- Whether it's saying something stupid or doing something that's intensely irresponsible he'd do anything just to see you crack a smile

- And he obviously doesn't do the things that make you anxious

- So if crowds make you anxious then obviously no crowds, if it's talking to people or a specific person, best believe you are not conversing with them. (Though he may beat their ass if it's a specific person who fucked you over and lose(it's the thought that counts))

- But it gets slightly more confusing when it comes to panic attacks

- He kinda does the like, panicked parent move from the sims 4 (obscure sims 4 reference???)

- Like obviously he cares about you and so he just like comes to chill you with and holy shit why are you curled into a ball why can't you breath are you fucking dying holy shit should he call 911-??

- He eventually just like sits next to you and yaps until you're calmed down

- and then you explain all the issues and your boundaries with panic attacks (what helps, what makes it worse, what triggers it ect.)

- He eventually learns how to handle it after awhile, but he still obviously does panicked parent dance sims 4 each time

- He does take you out for slushies after though

- only if you ask nicely

Low-key feel like this one sucks ass so uhhh if it does that's my bad