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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

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today i offer more dogboy/catboy dnf, tomorrow? who knows

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god is a simp

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knight dream and mushroom king george...... missing this dynamic rn

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where dream puts george to sleep during smp wars.

a scene from martyr wrapped in butcher paper by towerofthegods! (@technoblacle on tumblr)

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all those posts like “don’t give yourself bangs during quarantine” “don’t dye your hair” “don’t shave your head” are honestly bullshit this is the Perfect time you’re literally not allowed to leave the house for god knows how long do something crazy who gives a fuck

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Resources For Describing Emotion

Emotions

Without Making Your Character Feel Too Self Aware

Showing Emotion Without Telling About It

Emotions Associated With Body Language

Telling Readers What The Character Doesn’t Want To Show

Hiding Emotions

Expressing Cardinal Emotions: Masculine vs. Feminine

Writing Extreme Emotion Without Melodrama

Specific Emotions

Conveying Shock

Conveying Embarrassment

Conveying Disappointment

Conveying Love/Attraction

Conveying Annoyance

Conveying Relief

Conveying Uncertainty

Conveying Impatience

Conveying Shame

Conveying Resentment

Conveying Panic

Conveying Guilt

Conveying Desperation

Conveying Sarcasm & Verbal Disrespect

Conveying Confusion

Conveying Stubbornness

Conveying Frustration

Conveying Indifference

Conveying Indignation

Conveying Confidence & Pride

Conveying Smugness

Conveying Enthusiasm

Conveying Curiosity

Conveying Hopefulness

Conveying Unease

Conveying Reluctance

Conveying Worry

Conveying Humility & Meekness

Conveying Happiness & Joy

Conveying Amusement

Conveying Disgust

Conveying Resignation

Conveying Jealousy

Conveying Anticipation

Conveying Contentment

Conveying Defeat

Conveying Excitement

Conveying Fear

Conveying Hatred

Conveying Hurt

Conveying Being Overwhelmed

Conveying Sadness & Grief

Conveying Satisfaction

Conveying Somberness

Conveying Sympathy & Empathy

Conveying Wariness

Conveying Defensiveness

Conveying Desire

Conveying Doubt

Conveying Energy

Conveying Exhaustion

Conveying Hunger

Conveying Loneliness

Conveying Physical Pain

Emotional Wounds

A Role Model Who Disappoints

A Sibling’s Betrayal

A Speech Impediment

Becoming a Caregiver at an Early Age

Being Bullied

Being Fired or Laid Off

Being Held Captive

Being Mugged

Being Publicly Humiliated

Being Raised by Neglectful Parents

Being Raised by Overprotective Parents

Being So Beautiful It’s All People See

Being the Victim of a Vicious Rumor

Being Stalked

Being Trapped in a Collapsed Building

Being Unfairly Blamed For The Death of Another

Childhood Sexual Abuse (by a family member or known person)

Discovering One’s Parent is a Monster

Discovering One’s Sibling was Abused

Experiencing a Miscarriage or Stillbirth

Failing At School

Failing To Do The Right Thing

Financial Ruin Due To A Spouse’s Irresponsibility

Finding Out One’s Child Was Abused

Finding Out One Was Adopted

Getting Lost In a Natural Environment

Growing Up In A Cult

Growing Up in a Dangerous Neighborhood

Growing Up In Foster Care

Growing Up In The Public Eye

Growing Up In The Shadow of a Successful Sibling

Growing Up with a Sibling Who Has a Chronic Disability or Illness

Having Parents Who Favored One Child Over Another

Having To Kill Another Person To Survive

Infertility

Infidelity (emotional or physical)

Losing a Limb

Losing a Loved One To A Random Act of Violence

Making a Very Public Mistake

Overly Critical or Strict Parents

Physical Disfigurement

Rejection By One’s Peers

Telling The Truth But Not Being Believed

The Death of a Child On One’s Watch

Victimization via Identity Theft

Watching A Loved One Die

Wrongful Imprisonment

Spending Time In Jail

Suffering From a Learning Disability

Motivation

Achieving Spiritual Enlightenment

Avoiding Certain Death

Avoiding Financial Ruin

Beating a Diagnosis or Condition

Being Acknowledged and Appreciated by Family

Being a Leader of Others

Being the Best At Something

Caring for an Aging Parent

Carrying on a Legacy

Catching The Bad Guy or Girl

Coming To Grips With Mental Illness

Discovering One’s True Self

Escaping a Dangerous Life one Doesn’t Want

Escaping a Killer

Escaping a Widespread Disaster

Escaping Confinement

Escaping Homelessness

Escaping Invaders

Finding Friendship or Companionship

Finding a Lifelong Partner

Having a Child

Helping a Loved One See They Are Hurting Themselves and Others

Obtaining Shelter From The Elements

Overcoming Abuse and Learning To Trust

Overcoming Addiction

Protecting One’s Home or Property

Pursuing Justice For Oneself or Others

Realizing a Dream

Reconciling with an Estranged Family Member

Rescuing a Loved One From a Captor

Restoring A Name or Reputation

Righting a Deep Wrong

Seeking Out One’s Biological Roots

Stopping an Event From Happening

Trying Again When One Has Previously Failed

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A New House, a New Home

In January when Luke had told Johnathan he thought they should move, he was shocked. At first Johnathan rejected the idea telling him that this was the house of his children and he could never leave their memory behind, but then he realized that completely contradicted what he wanted. Johnathan wanted to forget he ever got married to the bitch, but mostly he wanted to forget it was her fault his children were ripped away from his hands all too soon. Luke had meant well, and he knew it too, so finally Johnathan agreed. Luke kept him in the dark for the longest time until in early April when he stood on the kitchen counter at breakfast and announced to the world "We're moving!"

The next few weeks Johnathan had spent packing boxes while Luke had their furniture shipped off to their new home. Luke had said that Ohm was at their new house taking care of most things, giving no specifics of the house itself. So when Ohm had asked if Johnathan was excited to move to California Johnathan froze. California, where a few of his new friends live. He of course froze up. He couldn't let his friends meet him in person, but what's the chances of running into them. California is, after all, a large state.

When it was time to say goodbye to the house Johnathan lingered in the doorway a little longer than he meant to. But that was okay. Everyone understood that this house was a home to his happiest an sadist memories. He stood watching his son running around the living room butt naked pretending to be an airplane while Johnathan chased after him with a bath towel. Once he caught his son Johnathan smiled and said his final goodbye. He saw Luke leaning against the jeep with Bryce and Ryan sitting in the backseat chatting away. This was the start of a new life.

Luke got in the driver's seat, and John followed to sit beside him in the passenger seat. "I call music duty!" Bryce took the aux cord plugging in his phone and playing some indie music Johnathan had never heard before. Still he found himself liking it anyways.

He enjoyed the conversations the four would have, he enjoyed Bryce and Ohm harmonizing to what ever song they both knew. He even enjoyed it when they rolled down the windows and shouted "SO LONG NORTH CAROLINA!" Even Luke pitched in, but he didn't lean out the window like the others did. Johnathan felt fifteen all over again. When it was just him, Luke, and Ohm against the world. They'd drive anywhere they wanted, do anything they wanted. Nobody could tell them what to do, and that's what it feels like now. No one can tell them what to do. Because now they're free.

The twenty hour ride was long and somewhere in that time Johnathan and Luke had switched places. They were somewhere in Texas, beyond exhausted, when Bryce had booked a motel room for the four of them. Usually Johnathan would refuse to stay in an unfamiliar place, but at this point he could barely keep his eyes open.

He couldn't remember stripping down into his boxers, or falling asleep in the uncomfortable bed. However he did remember that Christmas morning. He remember opening his front door expecting to see his ex wife with his children but instead they were replaced with large box wrapped in shining green wrapping paper and topped with a giant red bow. The box was fairly heavy a stunk of rotting meat. But he ignored it...no matter how strange it is. He unwrapped his gift, but when he opened the box he fell over in tears.

Johnathan jumped awake, breathing heavily and tears streaming down his face. Arms tightened around his waist and he looked down to see Luke looking back up at him. "It was just a nightmare. It's over now." Johnathan took in a deep breath calming himself down, before lying back down and curling into Luke's safe arms. "It's over. I promise." Johnathan felt Luke kiss his forehead before drifting into a dreamless sleep.

The sun rose bright and brilliant, and the four boys woke with it. Of course Luke didn't want to wake up and shower. Once three of the four were done showering Ohm made a journey to grab ice water, which Johnathan stole and poured all over Luke. Luke was wide awake and of course chasing Johnathan down with what was left of the bottle. "Come on you two we don't have all day!" Ohm crossed his arms watching as Luke wrestled with Johnathan on floor. "Luke meet us down stairs for breakfast when your done showering. Alright?"

Luke stood not even bothering to help Johnathan up and gathered his clothes for the day. "Alright, alright. But y'all better not eat all the food."

Johnathan chuckled pulling his hand to hide his smile. "Better not take too long then."

Luke grumbled to himself as he made his way into the bathroom, and the others went down stairs to enjoy breakfast. They sat at a small table chatting away, discussing the people they remember from high school, Ohm talked about the people he's met in California, Bryce talked about how he and Ohm met. It had Johnathan smiling, forgetting. They snacked on some poorly made waffles and eggs, which Johnathan drenched in syrup. It helped the food taste better in his opinion. After a long wait Luke has finally sat down with a plate off food jumping into the conversation of how Bryce would look good in a dress. They gathered many strange looks from people sitting at tables next to them, but they didn't care, they were free.

After Luke finished his plate he looked at his phone checking the time. "Well we better hit the road." The four threw away their trash and went back to their room to gather their things.

Bryce smiled deviously as he stuffed his clothes in his backpack. "You know what I think would be sexy?"

Ohm didn't look up on crossed the room to grab a shirt Johnathan had thrown. "Aside from you in a tutu, what?"

"Luke in a bikini."

Luke looked up, confidence painted across his face. "Damn right bitches!"

Laughter erupted in the room, and for a minute Johnathan pitied the family next door. Once the laughter died down the four were back on the road again and this time straight to California. Johnathan hand no idea where exactly in California he'd be living, but that was part of the surprise.

It was late in the night and Luke had started driving once they reached Arizona. Ohm slept with his face against the backseat window, and Bryce was laying in his lap snoring. Johnathan had taken over the music playing some rap music for Luke to sing along too, and every once and a while he would doze off. He was asleep and didn't notice the jeep was parked in front of his new home. "Wake up Princess." Luke shook Johnathan awake then pulled him out of the car. "Welcome to San Diego." Johnathan stood dumb founded. The two story house was painted baby blue with a decent sized front yard. The front porch wasn't nearly as large as his home back in North Carolina but he would get over the downgrade. After all he couldn't expect too much from a suburban house. Johnathan felt something cold and metallic slip into his hand. "Go inside look around. I'll take the other two home. Night." Luke playfully shoved Johnathan before walking back to the car waiting for Johnathan to go inside before leaving.

Inside his furniture was already arranged some boxes littered the living room. The kitchen was large and when opening the cabinets he took a mental note that they needed some work. Which he didn't mind fixing. He used to be the handyman of the house, that is until he fixed everything. The granite needed to be cleaned and the floors needed to be swept, but it was a fairly attractive kitchen none the less.

The formal dining room would probably never be used, but maybe one day it will. The chandler that sat on the ground would have to be hooked up in the morning so it wouldn't get broke. That would be easy. The living room was smaller than his last one and was separated from the kitchen with a half wall. It was...different. But he can adjust.

There were four decent sized bedrooms, that Johnathan was sure two of them would be turned into offices, two down stairs and the other two upstairs. A single bathroom took refuge in the hallway beside the living room, just across from the linen closet under the stairs. The bathroom was large enough to have a shower, toilet and sink. Johnathan was thankful for that. Just beside the bathroom was a small laundry room, already equipped with a washer and dryer.

Upstairs he found a small full bathroom between the two bed rooms, and at the end of the hall, past the master bedroom, a window seat. Johnathan could see himself spending many day sitting there, sadly the seat had a perfect view of his neighbors home and yard. Such an invasion of privacy. Finally Johnathan went to explore the master bedroom, which would be his room. It was large, larger than his last. His bed placed below a window his dresser already built and put against the wall across from the bed. Two doors caught his attention, and so he opened the one closest. A walk in closet, stuffed full with boxes. He closed the door and walked to the other opening it and peeking inside. A bathroom the size of the closet painted ocean blue and decorated with white tile stood behind the door. It had both a shower and a tub he could easily soak in.

He closed the door and smiled. He'd have more time to explore tomorrow for now he wanted to sleep. And so he did.

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Spring has Sprung

Rain, Rain go away come back another day...spring has officially sprung and with the beautiful greenery rain followed. Johnathan didn't mind the rain, in fact he found it quite peaceful. He used to adore when it got all muddy outside. He'd stand out on the front porch with Elle all wrapped up in his arms, and watch Michael in his little rain coat jumping around in the mud. Old habits die hard don't they. Every time it would rain Johnathan would find himself standing out on the front porch swaying, like he was still holding Elle.

He took in a deep breath, the smell of rain filling his senses. "Michael don't throw mud at me and your sister." Johnathan whispered a small smile forming on his lips. The memory played in his mind, usually he'd push them away but this one...this one he just couldn't. After he would tell his son to stop the boy would respond with a "but daddy!" And stomp into giant puddle. "No buts little man." He whispered again this time a hand rested on his shoulder making him to jump.

In a hurry Johnathan turned to see Luke's worried expression. Once realization hit him he quickly looked away and pulled the hood of his baby blue jacket over his head. "You were talkin' to yourself again. Doin' okay?"

The garden would look nice this year, it always did when the kids were around. Even if they tore it up half the time. After all April showers bring May flowers. "Yeah I'm fine. Just gonna miss this place."

Luke smiled and leaned onto the railing staring out at the trees that surrounded them. "Yeah me too. Me too." Johnathan took his hand from his pocket leaning it out to the open sky. Rain formed a small pool in his hand, and he was entranced with the water as it did. "Everything's all boxed up. Just waiting on Bryce and Ohm. You excited to see them?"

Ohm...he hadn't seen Ryan since high school. He hasn't heard from him long before the tragedy. Frankly hasn't heard from anyone he knew before the tragedy, and that's what he wanted. He didn't want this constant reminder of his failing father skills. Or the constant questions asking what happened. He just wanted to forget. "Sure I guess. I mean I haven't seen Ohm in forever, I've never met Bryce before, but a friend of yours is a friend of mine. Right?"

Luke simply smiled, pulling Johnathan into a side hug. Johnathan's hand fell back to his side, and he smiled for no reason at all. The rain and Luke could do that to him, call it a strange miracle. None the less it was more than welcome in John's heart. When Luke let go of him he ruffled John's dark brown hair with a hearty chuckle. "Come on we gotta load up the jeep." Luke turned giving a comforting pat onto Johnathan's shoulder and walking back inside. Johnathan looked back at the North Carolina wilderness, this would more than likely be the last time he'd see it.

He turned back to the house, and went back indoors. The house was unfamiliar to him without his things. It was as empty and bare as it was the day he bought it with his beautiful pregnant wife. He can still remember her running around the house telling him that this house will be hers. And she was right. Johnathan was able to buy it off of the widower, and fulfil his lovely wife's wishes. She was completely surprised when he said the house was there's even denied it, but once Johnathan moved their things into his jeep she believed him. "It's so empty." His voice bounced off the walls even though it wasn't loud at all.

Johnathan looked at the stairs to see Luke carrying a box down. He could see himself walking down the stair holding little Elle in his arms watching as Michael rode down the railing like the monkey he is. Once he was at the foot of the stairs that's when the question he had expected that whole week was asked. "Why is mommy leaving?" Johnathan stared at his son giving him a look of sympathy. "Because mommy share her love with other people. Not just daddy."

Luke looked over at Johnathan an expression of guilt written on his face. He knew the move was rough on Johnathan, he didn't know what to expect from his brother. In honesty he expected the man to be kicking and screaming, but he definitely didn't expect Johnathan to be so calm. Maybe it was the rain. "John come on. Grab a box and help me out a bit." Luke flashed a friendly smile before opening the back door and heading out.

Johnathan understood that Luke meant no harm, so he didn't let it affect him. Instead he went upstairs and walked into what was the nursery. He didn't mean to stand in the doorway, but once he saw Elle screaming in her crib with Michael trying to hand her his teddy bear through the railing he couldn't help himself. "Daddy Elle won't stop crying." Michael turned back to face Johnathan. He had a look of worry, he was so protective of his sister. Johnathan couldn't stop himself from walking into the room. "She's grouchy cause she can't sleep." His son pulled at his jacket, it felt so real. But it wasn't. His son and daughter are gone, and he can never have them back. "What's wrong Elle have another nightmare?" He tickled her tiny tummy with his fingertips making the baby giggle.

Suddenly there was a bang forcing Johnathan back into reality. He sprinted out of the nursery down stairs to the source of the bang...which was outside. "Thanks for the help Johnny boy." Johnathan stood dumbfounded, had Luke really finished loading up the jeep?

He stared at the ginger as he walked back indoors, but wasted no time to follow him out of the rain. "I-I am so sorry Cartoonz. I don't know what's wrong with me...I just can't focus. I didn't mean to make you do all the work."

Luke smiled turning back and putting a reassuring hand on Johnathan's shoulder. "It's okay. I get it man." Luke was interrupted by a sudden knock, and looked at the front door making his way to it. "Conversation ain't over man. We'll continue this later."  

Once the door was open Johnathan could see two grown men. One familiar face and an unknown one. Luke invited the two in and once the tallest of the two spotted Johnathan a large smile spread across his face. "Delirious get over here and hug me already." Johnathan shuffled over to Ohm, whom towered over him, and hugged him. "Long time no see man." The man said once the pulled apart. "This is a close friend of mine. His names Bryce, Bryce McQuad."

Bryce smiled shyly but somehow still managed to put his hand out to shake Johnathan's. "It's very nice to meet you Johnathan. Ryan hasn't shut up about how funny you seem to be."

Johnathan took Bryce's hand without any hesitation, and he laughed his crazed laugh, it was one that made most people question his sanity. "It's nice to meet you too."

When Johnathan retracted his hand Luke smiled knowing he had done something right. "So you guys excited to be moving to California?"

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Christmas Eve Reminder

Winter is always cold, but not always white. It had been a long time since Johnathan had seen a white Christmas, and today was his lucky day. He sat by the window, a smile plastered to his face as he watched the snow fall. He was warm and cozy with his over sized baby blue sweater his sister had bought him last year, and fluffy green "elf" socks, as Luke calls them. The soft glow from the fire place illuminated his small living room, and soon a glow of green and red would help. He took a sip of his hot chocolate, a homemade recipe sent by his friend Evan, and sighed contently. He'd have to thank the Canadian later. Johnathan sat the mug down on the end table beside him, and pulled his knees closer to his chest. Something soft and woolen rubbed against his cheek and before he could investigate the object that rested upon his shoulders he felt soft lips kiss the top of his head, and a familiar chuckle to follow. "Don't be gay." Johnathan smiled.

"You're gay." Johnathan looked up meeting the gaze of his life long best friend. Luke. "You gonna help me decorate the tree so we can cuddle by the fire sooner, or you gonna sit on that lazy ass of yours and stay all toasty warm?"

Luke walked out from behind the couch and sat beside the youngest. His arms laid comfortably on the back of the couch, and Johnathan couldn't help himself but to cuddle into his friends side. Taking the warm blanket with him of course. Luke wrapped a protective arm around his brother, smiling while staring at the properly decorated fireplace. "Well when you put it that way."

Of course Luke couldn't bring himself to pull Johnathan off his ass, Hell he couldn't even bring himself get up. He was too damn comfy. "Feels just like it used too." Luke smiled down at Johnathan. "Just you and me fucking around enjoying the little things. Almost reminds me of when you moved in with me. Our first Christmas together you had absolutely no idea on what to do."

Johnathan giggled, grabbing Luke's hand and playing with his fingers. "The first step to a good Christmas is cutting down you're own damn pine." That quote had been said almost eight years ago, and Johnathan repeating it only made it better.

Luke didn't laugh instead he looked proudly down at his younger brother. "Exactly." Luke studied the room eyes glued to the mantle. Two candles were lit on top of the smooth surface. A ritual John had kept for a year now. Likes eyes wandered down staring at four unique stockings. One was a plain red splashed with glitter glue, and the name Michael written in chicken scratches. The next one beside it was pink with white snowflakes decorating it, and the name Elle written in Johnathan's neat handwriting. Hanging from both ends of the mantle were both Luke and Johnathan's stocking. All of them were stuffed full of goodies no doubt. "It's a shame you don't have the kids this Christmas." Johnathan sighed he could have gone without that subject being brought up. "Would of been Elle's first snow."

Johnathan used to be a proud father. A proud husband for that matter! But now...now he can't bring himself to even mention he had a family at one point. "L-Luke, let's not discuss this."

Luke's arm tightened around Johnathan. "I'm sorry...I thought since you hung their stockings. You were gettin’ better."

Johnathan pulled himself from his brother's grip and stood. He didn't dare look at Luke instead his eyes studied the hardwood. "Let's just decorate the tree, so we can go to bed."

And so the night went on. Carols were sung by Luke, he more so rapped them, causing Johnathan to giggle. At one point Johnathan buried himself in garland and Luke began hanging ornaments on him instead of the tree. That is until he fell over laughing. But in the end, even after throwing popcorn and fake snow at each other, the tree looked as beautiful as ever. Once or twice Johnathan had caught himself admiring the tree while waiting on Luke to bring eggnog and a fuzzy blanket. Johnathan had long forgotten of his Christmas eve reminder, and would prefer to keep it that way. So he did. Today he would spend happily for his children, because he loved them more than the world itself.

"I wanna give you a Christmas eve gift. You know what that is right?" Luke handed Johnathan his eggnog and gave him the blanket. In response Johnathan simply nodded his head and took a sip of the heavenly drink. "Alright stay here, I'll be right back." With that Luke ran upstairs to an unknown destination leaving Johnathan to himself. Johnathan wrapped himself tighter into the blanket and scooted closer to the fire.

His peach skin warmed and seemed to glow in the soft flickering light. His blue eyes reflected serenity and pain, telling the fire his story. A story he wished he could forget. A story he wished he never had. The fire seemed to listen contently to his eyes, or in Johnathan's imagination it did. He buried himself deeper into his blanket and blocked out the sounds of Luke's feet making contact with the stairs as he walked down them. A fairly large pink box was set in front of Johnathan. Instantly Johnathan jumped back trying to crawl away from the box only to find his way into Luke's arms. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to hid himself away from the harmless box, Luke simply held the man rubbing soft circles onto his back. "I know. I know, shhh. It's okay." Luke kissed the top of Johnathan's head and tried to calm the hysteric man. "It's harmless. I promise. I promise. It's a normal gift. I promise." Johnathan buried his face deeper into Luke's shirt. "It's okay. I promise."

Luke scooted them both a little closer to the box and Johnathan continued to silently protest. Once close enough the man gently pulled the ribbon he had wrapped around the box nearly a year ago and set it aside. He took Johnathan's hand in his and eased it to the pink wrapping paper "Elle insisted on the pink wrapping paper. I tried to wrap it in blue for you but she tore it all up and tried tapping little pieces of pink on it." Reluctantly Johnathan's fingers tore into the wrapping paper pulling it away and once it was gone Johnathan began to cower into Luke. "It's okay. I promise." Yet again Luke took Johnathan's hands in his own and lifted the lid of the box off. "Look inside." Cautiously Johnathan opened his eyes and looked inside the box.

Once his blue eyes met with the brown button eyes of a blue teddy bear tears flowed down his cheeks, and they weren't stopping anytime soon. Johnathan instantly pulled the teddy bear out of its cardboard home and cradled it like he would a young child. He used to hate those stuffed bears, but his son Michael loved them. And of course he'd never tell his son how he felt about them, instead he found himself pretending to love them just as much as his son did. Now he loves them almost as much as he does his son. Johnathan didn't realize he was on his knees rocking back and forth, not until Luke wrapped his arms around his waist causing him to stop. "Thank you Luke."

"There's more." Instantly Johnathan looked into the box not letting go of the bear as he did. Inside he found a card, that he'd read later, and a t-shirt that said world's best daddy. His baby girls pink hand prints on the back of the shirt. Tears seemed to flow harder at the sight of his babies tiny hands. He pressed his hand, which nearly quadrupled in size, to the tiny baby print. "It was rough trying to get her to hold still, once her hands were painted so was everything else in the house." Johnathan hadn't noticed Luke himself was slowly falling apart, until he heard the man choke on his words.

He brought his older brother into a hug which was quickly returned. Johnathan could hear Luke sobbing into his shoulder, he hadn't realized he was just as hurt as Johnathan is. "Thank you...i-it means a lot to me. S-so t-thank you." Johnathan was quickly falling apart and it hurt. It hurt so much.

Luke squeezed him a bit tighter, and before Johnathan knew it Luke's sobs had vanished and the man pulled away. "Read the card." Luke reached behind Johnathan grabbing the envelope and handing it to Johnathan. He opened the envelope and pulled out a goofy looking Santa Clause card that Michael no doubt had picked. Once he opened the card he didn't even bother reading the joke, but instead his sons chicken scratch that said "Hapy Chrismis DaDDy." His and Elle's names were scribbled underneath the writing. A year ago John would correct his sons spelling, but now he'd cherish it more than any gem. "Merry Christmas John."

Johnathan looked up at the clock that hung on his pale walls. It's was midnight. He smiled softly looking back down at gifts. "Merry Christmas Luke."

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The Mysterious Delirious

After a tragic event Johnathan is left scarred and trying to forget. Luke, being the good brother he is, has been helping Johnathan move on, make new friends, and move. But what happens when some of these "new friends" start to realize how mysterious Delirious really is.

Table of Contents:

Chapter 1: Christmas Eve Reminder

Chapter 2: Spring has Sprung

Chapter 3: A New House, a New Home

Chapter 4: Who’s Tyler?

Chapter 5: A Day Out

Chapter 6: Fireworks and Friends part 1

Chapter 7: Fireworks and Friends part 2

Chapter 8: An Explanation

Chapter 9: The Music Moves Me

Chapter 10: A Scare Over There

Chapter 11: Conversation’s Shouldn’t Be Heard

Chapter 12: In my Suit and Tie

Chapter 13: Bachelor...Camping?? Day One part 1

Chapter 14: Bachelor...Camping?? Day One part 2

Chapter 15: Mini Morning Day Two part 1

Chapter 16: Bachelor Camping Trip Cancelled! Day Two part 2

Chapter 17: Luke's Onto Him!

Chapter 18: I Hear Wedding Bells a Ringing

Chapter 19: Bat Shit Crazy

Chapter 20: Stuck in My Memories

Chapter 21: Happy Halloween

Chapter 22: Something Strange

Chapter 23: What has life become?

Chapter 24: Epilogue

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