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The Art Store (Terezi X Reader)

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The Art Store (Terezi X Reader)

Hmm. The Art store, perhaps? Yes, that does seem good. You smiled to yourself, remembering the money that sat in the pocket of your bag, just waiting to be spent. You might as well buy some new pencils or something, plus the art store is a great place to visit, small but cute, even containing a small cafe. Tucking your hands in your pockets, you made your way down the street, smiling slightly, the air only the slightest bit cold, enough to keep you awake, but not enough to send you reeling back inside. If it wasn't so early, you might have been enjoying yourself a little more, but the looming knowledge that you could still be in bed was pretty hard to ignore.

Hot chocolate, ______. Think of the Hot chocolate. Damn, the cafe at the Art store did make good Hot Chocolate. Marshmallows and everything. The thought of Hot chocolate making you walk a little faster, you pushed past a large crowd of people who had decided to congregate right in your way, perhaps a little too hard (Okay, you only elbowed ONE of them. Just one.) and burst into the art store, closing the door behind you and leaning against it dramatically, sighing loud enough to make it seem like you had just been deflated like a human balloon. 

Walking into the store, you inhaled the smell that filled the air, the scents of all the paints and papers and art supplies giving the air a distinct aroma that you just couldn't get enough of as you paused to think of which aisle to visit first. Pencils.

You soon found yourself with a basket filled with a pack of coloured pencils, selling for half price. So naturally, in the basket they went. The store was pretty quiet, seeming that you were the only one there, aside from the various noises coming from the kitchen area, and you let out a small noise of appreciation, before heading over to the paints.

Your previous thoughts that you were the only person in the store were proven wrong as you reached the paint aisle. A girl stood by one of the shelves, a tube of bright red paint in one hand, a one of rust in the other, the caps of the tubes lying abandoned on the floor the paints held up to her nose. You paused. Was she.... Smelling them? Seeming to notice that you were blatantly staring at her, the girl whirled around to face you. You didn't exactly know how to feel about her appearance-  half of you was telling you that she was probably a psychopath and that you should run for the fucking hills, and the other half... Well, the other half was thinking 'hot damn'. 

The first thing that you noticed about her was her hair. Hanging messily down to her shoulders, it was such a bright orange that it looked like someone had set her head on fire. Then you noticed her glasses, bright red frames with blacked out lenses that perched on her nose, hiding her eyes completely. Then the colour scheme that she was wearing- a bright red shirt with a dragon (and multiple paint stains) on it, Teal coloured jeans and bright purple sneakers. It looked almost as if she had dressed herself in the dark. It was only then that you noticed the questioning look on her face.

"What?" She gestured with the paints, one of which had left a smudge of bright red across her freckled face. "They smell really nice!" Okay, she was definitely leaning more into Psychopath territory. The girl walked over to you and practically shoved the tube of paint into your face. Nice. "Smell it!" Raising an eyebrow questioningly at the girl, then took a tentative sniff. An intoxicating smell of paint instantly filled your nose, and you reeled backwards, coughing slightly. Wow, that stuff smelled strong. You watched, bemused, as the red-head raised the tube to her nose again and inhaled deeply, not flinching at all, despite the strong smell that it gave off, smudging more paint across her face as she did so. Did she have no coordination or something? 

"See, it smells nice!" The girl let out a raucous kind of laugh, then retrieved the paint lids from the floor, re-capping them and putting them back on the shelves.

"No, no it doesn't! Couldn't you see that by the fact that I had to pull away like that thing was the damned plague?" You snapped at the girl, before rubbing your nose against the back of your arm to try and push away the burning sensation that had began to tingle in it from the paint fumes. More obnoxious laughter.

"Actually, no. I didn't see." The girl tapped her red glasses as if to indicate something to you. You stood quietly whilst she smirked at you, obviously waiting for something to sink in.

"Oh."  Cue internal scolding. You stupid fuck, you just asked a blind girl if she saw something. Way to go, you insensitive shit. The red-head didn't seem to care, however, and laughed at you, before walking over to the end of the aisle and collecting a red, white and black striped cane from where it leaned now obviously against the end of the shelves, and tapped the ground with it, a wide, toothy grin plastered onto her face.

"Someone's learning!" With that, she clicked the fingers on the hand that wasn't holding her cane, pointed them into a finger gun aimed at you, then darted around the corner in a flash of obnoxious colour, leaving you to stand and contemplate what the fuck just happened. Glancing over to the red paint, you found yourself feeling pretty guilty. You just spent an entire conversation internally patronizing a blind girl about her fashion sense. You had the right to feel a little bit bad about it. Picking up the paint, you sighed (Wow, _____ you sigh a lot) and put it into the basket. You just hoped that she hadn't left the store completely. Walking over to pay for the pencils and the tube of red paint, you walked into the cafe and ordered yourself some hot chocolate, the bag containing the paint sitting beside you as you sat in the seat nearest the door. If the Red-head was going to walk out, you would be able to see her from there.

"Hey!" You almost jumped out of your seat as a loud voice yelled in your ear and something heavy flopped down beside you, the sound of something clattering loudly to the ground filling your ears before you whirled around to see the Blind girl sitting far too close to you, leaning right into your face. You let out a shaky breath and slowly slithered down in your seat, bashing your head gently off the table, then laughing nervously.

"Whadda you get, hm?" You felt something flop right over the top of you, your body pinned to the table as the blind girl leaned right over the top of you and groped around the seat, trying to grab your bag from the seat. You would have tried to stop her, but you were pinned completely to the table, the Red-head's stomach flat against your back, her entire body weight leaning on you. Coughing, you managed to speak, despite having your face smashed into a slab of wood.

"Um, could you get off me, maybe?" The weight was relieved almost instantly, as the girl secured a grip on your bag and slithered back down into the seat next to yours, her glasses sitting crookedly on her face, hair an unruly cloud around her head.

"Oops, sorry!" Opening up the bag, she let out a loud gasp, so exaggerated that it was almost comical, and pulled out the tube of red paint. "This one smells so good!" She exclaimed, holding it up to her nose. "Red smells the Best!

"Um, I actually got it for you." Cue awkward pause. "You know. To say sorry. For snapping at you earlier." The expression on the girl's face was unreadable as she held the paint in both hands. Then, her face broke into a huge grin, and you found yourself under the attack of one of the most enthusiastic tackle hugs that you've ever faced. 

"Ohmygodthankyousomuch!!" Her words blended into a jumbled mess as she flung her arms around your neck, nuzzling her nose into your neck like some kind of strange cat. After clinging to you for a while, she detached herself from you then rocked back into her chair, a wide grin decorating her freckled face. "Oh my gosh you smell like red!" You laughed curiously at that statement, taking a sip of you Hot chocolate before it went cold. 

"What do you mean?" Okay, maybe it might have been a little rude to question her. You wondered whether you had offended her, but instead, she gestured to her nose dismissively. 

"I have synesthesia. I associate certain colours with smells and tastes! It helps me get around a bit- I can tell what colour certain things are, but I have my cane, and Pyralspite to help me get around when my synesthesia doesn't help!" You nodded to show that you were interested. This girl was growing more and more fascinating to you, and you decided to ask another question to keep the conversation going.

"What exactly is Pyralspite?" The blind girl laughed again.

"Pyralspite is my guide dog! I had to leave him back at my place today though, but he's really friendly!" You chuckled at the girl's odd naming choices for her dog. So maybe some of your friends had pets with weird names, but Pyralspite? That sounded like the name for a dragon, not a dog. You jumped suddenly, as your phone vibrated in your pocket, and whipped  it out, holding it to your ear curiously.

"Hello?"
"Hey, ____! I'm waiting outside your door with those movies that you wanted! You coming to answer the door or what?"
"Oh, shit, I went down to the art store- I thought you were busy!"
"Oh my god, ____, you'd better get your sorry ass back here right now!"
"Okay, okay! I'll just say goodbye to this person that I was talking to!"
"Oooh, who is it? Are they-"
"Okay, shut up right now! Bye, See you later, fuck off, etc etc." Pulling your phone away from your ear before your friend could say anything more, you looked apologetically over to the redhead.

"I'm really sorry, I'm going to have to go. My friend decided to turn up at my house, and I have to go and let her in before she decides to climb up the wall and break in through the window!" The blind girl gave you a thumbs up.

"Okay! Oh, wait a second!" The girl scrabbled into one of the pockets on her painfully bright jeans, and pulled out a red gel pen, snatching your arm and scrawling something down on the back of your hand in sloppy handwriting, the words only just readable. "You have pesterchum, right? I'm GallowsCalibrator, just message me as soon as you can!" You said your goodbyes to the blind girl, then made your way out of the shop, the bag of pencils hanging by your side, the neon red writing on your hand pretty much ingrained into your skin as you sprinted back to your house, not wanting to leave your friend waiting for too long. Skidding to a halt, you found them sitting up against your door, headphones in, a pile of shitty romcoms by their side, accompanied by a large tub of Ben and Jerry's.

"Sooo, tell me about them! What was their name? Were they hot?" You looked in confusion towards your friend.

"Who are we talking about now?"

"The person from the art store! What was their name?" You paused, then let out a loud groan.

"Dammit, I didn't even ask for their name!" Your friend snorted loudly at you. 

"Real smooth, ____. Next you'll tell me that you forgot to get their phone number or Chumhandle!" You forgot your dismay, as a small, imaginary light-bulb lit up above your head, and you ran through into the house, unlocking it quickly and pushing through into the room that contained your laptop. 

"Put the movie on while your waiting!" You yelled back through the house to your friend, then proceeded to head onto Pesterchum, searching for the person who you were looking for. GallowsCalibrator. 

- ChumHandle (CH) began pestering GallowsCalibrator (GC) at 10:45 -

CH: Hey!
CH: This is the person from the art store- the one who gave you the paint?
GC: H3Y TH3R3!
GC: D1D YOU G3T B4CK B3FORE YOUR FR13ND BROK3 1N?
CH: Hehe, yeah, fortunately!
CH: I'm really sorry, but I completely forgot to ask what your name was!
GC: H4H4, 1 NOT1C3D! 
GC: 1'M T3R3Z1 PYROP3! WH4T 4BOUT YOU?

Terezi... The name rolled easily off your tongue as you spoke it aloud. Unusual, but then again, she had a dog called Pyralspite, so what were you supposed to expect?

CH: I'm ____ _____!

There was a pause from Terezi, her teal-shaded text staring back at you from the screen for at least a minute before she responded.

GC: H3Y, ______?
GC: H4S 4NYON3 3V3R TOLD YOU TH4T YOUR T3XT SM3LLS 4M4Z1NG?
Wow, I actually got around to making another one of these! This one took a pretty long time to get written up, but I love Terezi, so she deserves a lot of writing about her! My headcanon for Human Terezi is that she has something called Synthesesia, where the brain links one sense to another, so for Terezi, it's colour and smell, certain colours smell like certain things to her. She also has a massive white husky called Pyralspite for a guide dog. I hope you enjoy this!

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Funny side note, I can taste the color green very well, but I usually taste textures instead of flavors. 

In regards to the story... Tezi would make such a great gf... T^T I'm sad I can't find a real life one...