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myclownjunction · 4 years ago

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A loyal guard dog! Karl Heisenberg x Reader Part 1

It’s a Reader x Karl Heisenberg fanfic will be long, the reader can turn unto weredog (half-werewolf half-dog, also possesses healing abilities) Reader was a dog-like trained human since her childhood she was kidnapped and forced into death-fights with other scum. As the story goes her ex-boss was killed by Heisenberg and she automatically took his side and became his right-hand in the factory. (Inspired by the movie Unleashed aka Danny the dog)

WARNING!! GRAPHIC, SCENES, GORE, BLOOD...YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!

'These kids were getting on my nerves' y/n sighed as she took turns and twists fast knowing just like her owner the factory-like her five fingers on her arm, as there were trespassers her job was like any guard dog's job, catch, bite, fight and kill protecting the factory when your master was not around, the collar on your neck, (insert favorite color) was wrapped around your neck together with a dog tag that said whom you belonged to. The reason for the chase was few teens that decided to be brave to take something from the factory to show off in front of their friends had no idea that you were the guard dog of this place as they mocked you for being a girl you called for the Soldats to join you then they started to run and hide. But as always in any good horror movies, each of them was dumber than the other, 'What fear makes with people, right?' you thought, outrunning some Soldats to help them get them dead, you were in the 'Scavenger room' that's how you called it, it was littered with any metal junk you could think of I've been trained by my ex-master that got killed by Karl Heisenberg and he got excited to have someone as obedient as me and I was happy to change the shitbag of the owner I had! Walking as quiet as possible not to startle my prey I walked around a few steps and stopped sniffing the air I felt the sickening strong smell of a female perfume-making me smile as I started talking just like my owner taught me, "You know I fully understand you kid, you wanted to hype on being in constant danger, take a trophy and show off in front of your friends". I smiled and then dropped my smile continuing "You see your friends don't care to come and see you, to save you, they all left!" as I finished my sentence I heard the shuffling looking straight where the noise originated "It's not true, it's just ...t-they would leave me!" I chuckled at her stuttering she was terrified, "Come on kid, you know that it's true...I mean everyone gains some and loses some, let me get this deal for you! You come out and we talk normally and then my master shall decide your faith! It's fairer than to hurt yourself..." I paused licking my sharp fangs and smiled tasting my victory "...you wouldn't want it, right? You seem like a nice kid so how about you come out and we talk!?" I heard silence for few moments then a rather cute girl came out as I smiled and showed her to come closer walking behind her I took the metal chair that was sitting nearby and guided towards her telling her "Come on now take a seat, it's going to be a long talk!" and turned a bit around as she stood there with her nose higher than Lady Dimitrescu's size 'Ohh so we're going to be bitchy, I know perfectly how to be one too!' I said to myself as I turned around my eyes glowing yellow "I said SIT!" pushing her to the chair as she fell onto it holding for her dear life as I proceeded to smile as soft as possible not scaring her with my fangs. "You see kiddo, there are different types of dogs, right?" I looked at her and she nodded for me to continue as she almost becomes one with the poor stool

"So as a guard dog, my responsibilities go from protecting my owner to protect his property, right?... Right! A good dog is a dog that follows its master's rules and then you drop in like a shittone of scarp on my head, causing havoc in the factory that I...PROTECT!" she gulped audibly and then fired up a question that I knew will drop from her mouth. "You don't look like a dog to me and these things what are they?" she practically screeched making me flinch and let out a growl as she was scared and it made me madder, I jumped and snarled in front of her face showing my fangs to her making her flinch and start crying as I continued "I.AM.A.DOG!!" breathing heavily I was just like Heisenberg, blowing the fuse for the least stupid thing or worse stupid person "I am modified to be a dog I was taken away as a kid and I am LOYAL to my master!" she whined and looked away from my face, continuing I said "I didn't ask for this but here we are! You dropping on my head the soldats running around like moronic idiots and your friends...And I badly want to end you up but I cannot without my master's permission." She was trembling as I felt a shift in the air Heisenberg was home I was absolutely happy and delighted that he's finally back "What the actual hell did happen here Y/N? It looks like a frikin hurricane went through here and...?" he walked closer and seeing me as I bowed my head as a sign of respect and he turned the nod his smile growing up even more as he removed his hammer and slammed it into the closest wall "Well, well, well what do we have here, my loyal dog has caught a trespassing rascal!" he smiled his charming smile looking at the girl up and down, he tilted his head "Was she the only one that caused the havoc in my factory?!" I nodded my head and said, "They were greeted warmly Sir, and also taken care of!" I heard him chuckle "So doll I'm gonna let you go and of course there's one but in this! So you like games...I presume, yes!" he looked at me and winked I knew what he had in his mind a chase that never ended well for the pray I smiled and nodded "It's a simple game you'll try to find the exit as I count from 10 and if you outrun my Good girl, you'll be free and run away far away, far away!" as he walked towards the girl that had the face that you need to see, it was disgust, revoltingly consumed by fear. I stood on end tasting the chase I could transform thankfully to Karl, he helped me with the modification making me even more agile, faster and all the senses sharpened by 10, maybe even I was more weredog, but it didn't matter I was waiting for the command! Then I heard her standing "You're crazy, both of you!! You are two twisted creatures that don't have a heart...you want to kill me...maybe I look dumb but I'm not I know you killed my friends! You're disgusting...BOTH of you!!!" she screeched making Heisenberg not happy at all the silence was so thick you could slice it with a knife, she stood terrified and she understood her gravely mistake as Heisenberg summoned his hammer and his smile dropped "Let's see what are you made of doll!" he raised his hammer and slammed right in front her feet making her scream and run away "10,9.." I started shifting turning and ready to run after her, baring my teeth I waited for his sign, "8,7 you better run faster doll my sweet y/n is fast enough to get cha!" as we heard her heading to the lowest levels 'What a stupid idiotic, person' I thought as Heisenberg continued "6,5,4...3" I was ready to spring forward as he smiled victoriously "2 I'm sorry kiddo but 1, it's SHOW TIME! Now let me get this straight girlie, we're not the only residents in this factory so if you see someone or rather somethig...You better run!" he laughed I knew that he was talking to her though the com of the radio. He turned to me holding my muzzle and smiled "Let's do it kid I want you to give her a good chase just like with the others and let her regret bringing her excuse of an ass in here, make me a proud puppy and you'll get big reward today" he winked as he scratched my ears "FETCH!". I bolted from my place picking up the smell immediately as I raced through the factory I picked up the smell and started removing pieces from the metal furniture that was in my way I felt it then...it was a trap! The heavy metal of the crane fell on top of me earning a yelp and whine as it trapped me under its weight I heard a maniacal laugh "You're but an excuse of a dog, your master shall die and pay for everything as for how am I going to do this it doesn't matter I hope you die stupid disgusting mutt!" she walked away as I tried to crawl from underneath the metal part I felt it lift and give me way out as I crawled I felt my bones and joints snapping back in place I was healing that was one of my many bonuses. I leat out the most terrific roar shaking the factory the come came to live "Come on sugar, daddy believes in you tear that bitch apart!" I howled and raced through the fabric searching for her and I saw her almost getting out of the building I made a shortcut and jumped in front of her snarling and baring my teeth as a warning sign but she screeched "You damned mutt, how did you survive the trap, nothing this will end you!" she took out a gun making me even madder and aimed it at me "Die you disgusting creature!" there was a whine and a roar I snapped my jaws around her neck tearing it to sherds,splattering blood everwhere, the last thing I remebered the gurling sounds and thum and them Heisenbergs' screaming my name as the adrenaline pumped through me I didn't felt how many bullets I got from this cunt but everything I remember is thudding of my heart, Heisenbergs’ pleads and curses to stay alive and then I was wrapped into darkness, feeling only how someone pickd me up and carriedn me somewhere... To Be continued...

#karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karlheisenberg #karl heisenberg x you #karlheisenbergxreader #heisenberg x reader #re8 heisenberg #kalr heisenberg x you #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg resident evil #resident evil fanfic #my fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #heisenberg imagine #A loyal guard dog fanfic #part 1

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willel · 3 years ago

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Vecna’s connections to wizards make me think of Will the Wise....

Also, speaking of that, remeber how in season 2 it’s said the only thing that can kill the mind flayer are zombies. And in the same season Will is constantly referred to as zombie boy? Also not to mention how the mind flayer is so ancient it doesn’t know it’s own home, and El’s whole arc that season is trying to find a home.

The connections El and Will have with the mind flayer(who may possible be Vecna but let’s wait and see) is so weird to me. It has to mean something. Right?

I did some reading and I kinda don't think so.

Vecna, from what I've read, is a powerful butt hole who was scared to die so did some weird stuff to try and become immortal. Classic bad guy stuff, a coward in the face of death. Neutral evil/evil alignment.

The timeline is also all wrong because Vecna came out in d&d 2E which wasn't released until 1989 but we'll ignore that.

This is one of Vecna's canon depictions:

It isn't similar to Will's the Wise's aesthetic at all. I don't just mean the skeleton part, but also the clothing and horn crown thing.

I believe Will the Wise is based on a character introduced in the original d&d, Elminster. He's a very powerful chaotic good wizard/cleric.

Elminster Aumar (pronounced: /ɛlˈmɪnstɛr/ el-MINN-ster[20]), also known as the "Sage of Shadowdale" and the "Old Mage", was one of the most famous and powerful wizards in all of Faerûn, as well as a fair fighter and thief.[4][18]

Even Elminster official art more closely resembles how Will draws Will the Wise and how Will sees himself while trapped in the Upside Down (in the comic that is)

Elminster seems to have endured some similar hardships as Will as well, such as being trapped in a hell of sorts:

"Elminster in Hell[9] describes what happened after the floating city of Shade returned to Faerûn from the Plane of Shadow. The immortal rulers of the city came to Shadowdale, and one of the shadow princes was struck by Storm's silver fire. The collision tore at the fabric of reality and created a rift to the Nine Hells. Elminster realized that the only way to close the portal before a legion of devils spilled forth onto Toril was to close it from the other side.

In the opening of Elminster in Hell, Elminster narrowly managed to close the portal at the expense of much of his magical strength. Once in Hell he was abducted and enslaved by an outcast Arch-Devil known as Nergal, who wished to discover the secret of Mystra's silver fire. In the most graphic scenes of The Elminster Series, Elminster was subjected to brutal tortures, surviving only because of his exceptional endurance and ability to heal himself with silver fire. While the arch-fiend plundered Elminster's thoughts and memories, Mystra became aware of her favorite servant's plight and entered Hell herself to find him. Realizing that her presence in Hell was less than inconspicuous, due to the Pact Primeval that prohibits the presence of any god in the Nine Hells, Mystra retreated and dispatched more subtle agents to find him; first Halaster Blackcloak, the Mad Mage of Undermountain (who was defeated) and then the Simbul. After much searching, the Simbul found him, and together they defeated Nergal and returned home."

Another fun little thing I found. Simbul, the one who saved him in that story and is apparently his close companion through his adventures, is a powerful wizard/archmage/sorcerer like him. Reminds me of El reading her biography (only problem here being she was A lover, meaning he had multiple ones. Ah fantasy novels and your tendency to have everyone sleeping with everyone. Why)

The Simbul, born Alassra Shentrantra Silverhand, and also known as the Witch-Queen of Aglarond, was one of the Seven Sisters, a Chosen of Mystra, and one of the most powerful spellcasters in Faerûn. Her character was that of a wild and powerful sorceress, highly unpredictable and prone to sudden outbursts of rage.

But hey, this could still all tie together. Based on a quick google search, it seems common for d&d fans to compare these two powerful beings and fight on who would defeat who:

(below is a graphic from some facebook group about this stuff)

Even on the wiki page, a blurb mentions how aware of Vecna's power/existance Elminster was:

"Vecna's spirit, however, endured. After several centuries, he amassed sufficient followers and worshipers among ambitious wizards to reach the status of demigod.[2] At this point, the threat of Vecna's ascension was known to many, including Elminster.[23]"

So yeah. Elminster is apparently very old, very badass, very wise, and seems to know about Venca at least. I can't find any information that suggests they have met or fought each other though, just Elminster knows he's dangerous and fans speculate who would win in a 1v1 match.

If anything, the "Mind Flayer doesn't know its own home" stuff could be the kids going TOO deep in d&d lore. And like I mentioned in the theory, if Vecna is like, an alternate version of subject 001, I have to assume in losing his humanity he's lost all sense of self and probably doesn't even remember being human, let alone what his home was before it was destroyed.

But who knows at this point.

But if I had to guess, I think Will the Wise == Elminster.

#stranger things #will byers #theory #ask

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sayuricorner · 4 years ago

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Ever After High x Twisted Wonderland AU Headcanons part 9

Part 8 Part 10

AU concept

MASTERLIST

Warning: English is not my first language so sorry if it’s confusing!

This part will be about Lizzie’s and Maddie’s character profile and as well some headcanons about them at the Heartslabyul dorm.

Characters profiles:

Name: Lizzie Hearts

Gender: Female

Age: 15-16

Birthday: January 18

Starsign: Capricorn

Height: 165 cm

Eye color: Turquoise

Hair color: Black and red

Homeland: Wonderland

Dorm: Heartslabyul

School year: First year

Occupation: Student

Club: Fashion club

Best subject: P.E.

Dominant hand: Right

Favorite food: Cinnamon oatmeal mixed with berries

Least favorite food: Too greasy food

Dislike: Being misunderstood by her peers

Talents: Ability to construct anything out of cards and to chop things with her finger and can sense Hedgehogs nearby.

“So this dorm has a “king of hearts”? Well maybe he wouldn’t mind to lead the dorm with a “queen of hearts”?”

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Name: Madeline Hatter

Gender: Female

Age: 15-16

Birthday: June 8

Starsign: Gemini

Height: 163 cm

Eye color: Bright blue-teal

Hair color: Dark turquoise, mint green, and dark purple

Homeland: Wonderland

Dorm: Heartslabyul

School: First year

Occupation: Student

Club: school events committee

Best subject: Alchemy

Dominant hand: Left

Favorite food: Tea and crumpets

Least favorite food: Liver and onions

Dislike: Seeing her loved ones sad

Talents: Future visions and can read people's thoughts

“Hey diddle, diddle! I have a riddle, from Madeline Hatter to you! Madeline is me, or Maddie for short, but also for tall people too.” (From Maddie’s diary)

Lizzie Hearts at Heartslabyul:

-Back at EAH, Lizzie was one of Apple’s victims, she was tagered because of her black hair and her red lips so when entered in NRC she’s rather wary and jumpy.

-But after being sorted in Heartslabyul she got better, the dorm’s atmosphere reminding her a lot of Wonderland.

-When she meet Riddle she’s surprised but also very pleased to meet someone who’s not from Wonderland who’s know all the Queen of Hearts rules.

-The two become quickly friends finding they got many things in common much to Ace’s horror who’s thinking like “Oh no! Not another Riddle!”

-Lizzie empathize with Riddle about his problems with please his mother’s beliefs.

-She help him to be have more stability about how to act as a dorm leader and as a friends with his peers.

-She often help Riddle and Trey with the dorm’s management and with her and Riddle being together very often the two become know as the “king and queen of Hearts” of Heartslabyul.

-Riddle may or not develop a crush on Lizzie.(It’s up to whoever use this AU)

-After hearing rumors about her son and the Queen of Heart’s descendants being close, Riddle’s mother tried to settled the two in a arranged marriage.

-When she come to the school to announce this to her son and Lizzie, Riddle was livid and didn’t know what to do.

-Lizzie however quickly shut her down with “With all due respect Lady Rosehearts you forget the Queen of Hearts’s law number 50: “No young one should take any lifetime decision without the blessing of their tutors” without my mother’s blessing I can’t accept such proposition and since my mother is unreachable because of the “Wonderland situation” I’m afraid there’s not going to had any marriage project anytime soon. I hope you understand I can’t take such important decison without my mother’s blessing hoverwise it would be a hudge disrespect to her and her laws and you wouldn’t want to disrespect the current Queen of Hearts do you?”. This made Riddle’s mother back off with her arranged marriage project.

-Riddle was more than grateful to Lizzie for that.

-She joigned Poppy’s fashion club.

-She get along with most of her dormmates but is annoyed by Ace’s habit to causing troubles.

-She become one of the best crocket player of Heartslabyul.

-The hedgehogs from the dorm are very fond of her to the point Lizzie become the one who take care of them the most.

Madeline Hatter at Heartslabyul:

-When Raven disappear and later transfer, Madiie was very worried and sad about her so when she transfer to NRC she was SO happy at the idea to be with her best friend ever after again.

-She absolutly love Heartslabyul, the dorm’s atmosphere remind her of her home back in Wonderland.

-Some of her dormmates find her a bit strange at first but after getting to know her more they became friends with her quickly.

-Since with Maddie nothing is impossible for her unless she say it’s impossible, shes able to remeber ALL the Queen of Hearts rules and use this to help her dormamtes to not get in trouble with Riddle because they forget a rule.

-Her nice and funny personnality make her very appreciated by her dormmates.

-Riddle also like Maddie’s funny attitude even if he try to not really show it.

-To her dormmates surprise she show to be a very good student especially in Divus Crewel’s classes.

-Maddie say she can see the future or read thoughts but like at EAH, the NRC students are rather sceptical about if it’s true or not.

-She joigned the school’s events committee, helping planning for events and parties.

-She replaced her purple hat with red and white one to fit with Heartslabyul’s colors.

TAG LIST :( a reblog will get you a place in the tag list! ^^)

@virgil-is-a-cutie , @zebrabaker , @twistedwonderlxnd , @cowardlybravette , @iwilldietomorrowyees , @balsae , @shinypainterkid , @biscuitbirdpeach , @feuilleszuyu , @pale-lady-dreamer , @icant-choosename-help , @fanartreblogs , @kindestwalkingmentalbreakdown

#ever after high #twisted wonderland #ever after high au #crossover #headcanons #headcanon #lizzie hearts #madeline hatter #riddle rosehearts #heartslabyul #au idea

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chaosrealm-mk-imagines · 4 years ago

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Mortal Kombat Krew and how they try to make up after a breakup - Part 1

So I had that idea after watching some random romance movies and talking with friends about relationships issues, hope you guys like it! Don’t forget that the requests are open and I will be more than glad to answer to them.

Kuai Liang (Sub-Zero II)

Keeps asking himself about what went wrong

He’s humble and will assume his mistakes

And be willing to forgive his S/O ones too

Isolates himself from the rest of the clan after the break up as a way of clearing his mind

For a while he will turn on the emotionless mode as a way to cope with it

Has no experience with such emotional loss, his state is almost of grieving

If he’s able to make up with his S/O he will be ten times more attentious

Learns from his mistakes and promises to never repeat then

If he’s not able to make up with his S/O he will feel devastated and even more isolated, after that his expectations at relationships are kinda ruined and it’s going to be hard for him to trust someone again

He’s not good at expressing what he feels but tries his best with actions, he is a cultured man and know about the relationships tropes, he would ask himself what Stephen King would write to solve the issue if he’s life was a book by him

Then he remebers that Stephen King has a hard time solving his characters issues and usually only make things worse for them

He needs a lot of help with finding a way to make up for his S/O, would even ask for advice from his trusted ones in the subject

Expect him to suddenly appear with a bouquet of flowers at the door with puppy eyes

Hanzo Hasashi (Scorpion)

Full of self-loathing

Blames himself for everything

Has a lot of meditation before taking any decision

He’s really hard with himself and thinks he’s S/O is better without him

Passes a lot of time alone and thinking about everything he lived

Asks himself if he’s worth of love

Decides to make up for what happened by showing he has changed

He has a lot of feelings and don’t know how to show them

So he speaks his minds to his S/O, being truly honest about what he feels

He won’t do anything fancy or romantic as in movies, he will show his heart and soul to his S/O at their true colours, he doesnt want to keep anything from them

If he’s S/O accepts him back he shall be overcomed with joy

Promises to never leave his S/O side

If he’s S/O doesn't accept him back, this man will truly became an stone when it comes to emotions, thinking of himself as an unworthy fool for letting someone he loves down

Starts talking more about what he’s thinking and feeling

In an overhaul Hanzo is afraid of doing the same mistakes but he won’t let him stop of trying to make the right thing for his beloved.

Johnny Cage

He has a really hard time trying to figure out what he did wrong

Tries to forget about his relationship by going to parties and meeting new people

Only to feel terrible about it and starts missing his beloved one

Gives up at searching for a reason and starts to search for a way to make things up

At first he will try the most cliche things

Sents a lot of gifts to his S/O home at a way of making clear that he misses them

If it doesn't work them he will watch every Julia Roberts and Drew Barrimore romance movie

Finds out that the best way of reatacching a relationship is by going to his S/O house with a band to do a serenate

He’s not ashamed at doing this and decides to give it a try

Hires literally the best musicians of the country to play

Takes some weeks of singing lessons

Goes super confident to his S/O house

Starts a really loud concert at the outside

All the neighboors get out of their homes to see whats happening

If he’s S/O accepts him back, he will make a snarky comment and smile a lot, dismising the band and asking his beloved out for a dinner

If he’s S/O doesn't accept him back, he will pretend that everything is okay and keeps smiling, going back to his mansion and accepting every crap role at any movie as a way of keeping himself busy, but he’s tottaly broken inside

Kung Lao

At first he’s too proud to admit that he misses someone

Gets a whole week withou giving signs of life and pretending that nothing happened

Can’t handle his feelings anymore and has no intention of apologizing

So he asks himself what Liu Kang would do at his place

“I’m really pathetic. I can’t even make someone I love happy.”

After passing trough all the inferiority complex and emotional crysis he starts thinking about doing something

Decides to be forward and serious with his S/O

He speaks about all his feelings and fears of not being good enough and how that kept him from giving himself fully, promising that from now on he won’t act that arrogant cause he realised that he truly needs his S/O

If he’s able to make up then he will act cocky for some moments

“I knew you wouldn’t resist.”

But then he apologizes and expresses how happy he is

If he’s unable to make up then he will give a silent nod and walk away, falling again into nights awaken thinking about how he could be a better man at everything, he won’t forgive himself for not being good enough and starts training even more everyday.

Liu Kang

He won’t hesitate at trying to fix his mistakes

Don’t even waste his time thinking about what could have been, he knows that it’s not useful at that moment

Thinks about thousands of ways of saying how he feels and what he should do

Doesn’t come to a consense with himself about which option he should choose

Decides to do everything them, after all he’s S/O is worthy of every effort

Waits patientily for the oportunity of asking to speak alone with his beloved

Takes them to place they first meet and starts talking about his favorites memories

“I don’t want this moments to end here, please let me try again and I promise I won’t ever let you down again.”

If his S/O accepts him back he will hold their hands and thanks deeply for having another chance, kissing them and showing that he also prepared a date for them in their favorite place to go.

If his S/O doesn’t accepts him back he will understand and apologize for everything, wishing that his S/O finds someone better and able to make them happy

He’s truly humble and wants to be a better lover, Liu Kang is disciplined and won’t tolerate being unable to make the ones he love happy.

#Mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #mk #headcanon #imagines #hc #mortal kombat x reader #kung lao #liu kang #sub zero #scorpion #johnny cage #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #mortal mombat headcanons #mortal kombat imagine #reader insert

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oh-theatre · 4 years ago

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“Look you wanted to talk so here I am, whats up” typically what followed that was a conversation but instead Patton was taken gently in Logan’s palms and kissed under the dingy bleachers while the football team played in the nearby field.

Patton has never been kissed before, he never had the need or want. Sure guys were cute and he definitely had some crushes but nothing ever made his heart burst with excitement and his face flush so deep.

Not until Logan. He had only known this snarky boy for a year after he transferred here with his older brother Janus. He hadn’t thought much of it and didn’t expect any kind of relationship but soon they had classes together, after school activities become a usual spotting area. But they were friends. Best friends definitely, you can truly connect with someone over the year.

They shared inside jokes, became co Presidents of the student council, led the debate team to constant victories and were never absent during each others performances. Whether it be a cheerleading thing for Patton or a soccer match for Logan, they were front row shouting their support.

But that’s all it was, a friendship. An amazing one sure. Teasing eachother as they studied at one another’s house. Linking arms as they walked through the hall listening to their other friends. Secret looks at the lunch table and a sort of routine they had fallen into. Plus Logan’s crush was no secret, it was Patton’s favorite thing to hear about. The way he gushed.

But he never said a name

Never anything specific

And then he told Patton to meet him under the bleachers. It was a particularly rough day for the pair, they had gotten into a previous fight earlier. Patton can’t even remeber what set him off but they hadn’t spoken until this moment.

Which prompted the curt “Look you wanted to talk so here I am, whats up” and yet nothing could prepare him for the ever confident Logan taking control. Patton wanted more as soon as it happened but Logan pulled away. Patton couldn’t read his face, was he shocked, embarrassed.. disgusted? Was Patton really that bad?

“I’m in love with you, which is a ridiculous statement to make as a junior in highschool but it’s one I stand by.” Patton couldn’t respond, his fingers traced the spot where Logan had kissed him, it still sizzled with such a sensation. “You’re better than everyone at this lousy school, you are who you are and you’re so smart and it’s not fair for me to get to be your friend, it’s not fair to walk around beside you everyday because I don’t hold a candle to you. I’m not shit” he kicks the ground, Patton listens but he’s still so lost in this entrancment. “And everyday you tear yourself down and that’s not fair, it’s not because if anyone at this school should get to walk around like they own it, it should be you” he finished not really sure what he was going for

“Lo?” Patton manages finally seeing the sea of gray and blue eyes look up to him “That was the dumbest thing you’ve ever said.” He giggles “You don’t hold a candle to me? Are you kidding? Not that school is the all defining factor of how amazing you are but look at everything you’ve accomplished, look at who you are! I love who you are! And god this is really dumb! We are just silly juniors whose hormones are off the charts but let’s let them run wild!” He can feel the energy, this was something he had wanted, he knew it deep down. He didn’t hesitate before returning the favor, only this time it wasn’t gentle, it was fierce and passionate. And they didn’t part until they both couldn’t breathe.

With Logan’s hands still around Patton’s waist, he took a moment. “This could be a really bad idea” he warns

“It definitely could be, you’re not wrong! But I believe in this and if this really doesn’t work out, I believe in our friendship. Because who am I going to sit in the library with for an hour and talk about how many of histories greatest stories had gay subtext?”

“You got me there” he chuckles. “So we try?”

“We absolutely do”

And they did just that, no one expected it to work. Roman held faith but even Logan and Patton were skeptical. It was highschool, it was unpredictable. But soon enough graduation came and they stood side by side delivering their valedictorian speeches. They embraced as soon as they received their diplomas. With Logan in Washington and Patton in New York it was sure to crash and burn, but frequent visits and talks, trust and communication, even studying abroad together in London they still went strong. Then college ended and they kept going, through jobs, through buying a new apartment together and getting a dog, moving to Washington permanently, through hardships and fights, through night and day, these highschool kids built a future together. Marriage came, adoption, success through so many trial and error but they built a life, and they did it together, together and in love.

“Earth to Logan” Janus snapped one front of his dazed brothers face.

“Hm? Apologies I guess I got distracted” his eyes remained planted on Patton. He was across the library browsing for books. He would join them in a moment so they could continue to study.

“You’re really not going to tell him?” Janus lowered his voice, a calmer presence.

“Can’t lose what I have, it’s not worth the risk” Logan sighs, Patton adds a bounce to his step as he finds the book he wants before skipping back to the brothers. A smile so bright as he sits down and opens the book.

“Ok! Let’s try this from the beginning” Patton smiles.

“Let’s try” Logan agrees, the sorrow in his voice rings throughout. And he did try to focus on the topic at hand, but soon the voices faded out and all he could think about was that future, that non existent future, how dare he let his mind run that way. He was better than that.

Focus Logan.

Focus.

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“From the Dining Table” - Chapter I

Hello everyone, I’ve been enjoying reading your fics a lot, especially now with the whole quarentine thing, they never fail to bring me joy. I thought it would be fun to start writing some myself and that’s why I created this blog. I haven’t written a fic in over 10 years ( I promise I’m not that old, I was just a very imaginative child.) Anyway, I wrote this one based of a dream I had and then I realized it reminded me a lot of Harry’s song, so I just kept on going with the theme. This is a pretty long one, it’s going to be 3 Chapters. Today I’m gonna post the first one, I hope you (whoever you are that’s reading this) enjoy it and I would be super happy to get any feedback from you.❤️

You can read Chapter II here You can read Chapter III here Word Count: 8k Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Sexual References

Summary: Friends to Lovers; Y/N is a graphic designer working at a small studio in London. She lives a pretty ordinary life, considering she also happens to be friends with an internationally known musician. Which is fine... Until she finds herself having to face the feelings she developed for her friend, who's the last person she expected to fall in love with.

Chapter I - The House Party

Today was just another typical Saturday for you. You had just got out of the shower and dressed in your “sleeping clothes” - an old t-Shirt and a pair of incredibly worn out leggings, and cooked something quick for dinner, since all the plans you had for the evening, and for the rest of the weekend were to lay around the house watching movies from your watch-list and trying to keep up with the episodes of your favorite series you had missed out during the week.

However, as you were browsing through your computer, trying to figure out what Riverdale episode you hadn’t watched yet, your phone vibrated on the bedside table. You let your head fall in your hands with a weary expression, fearing that it might be one of your clients asking for changes in the work you had just delivered 2 hours ago. You tried your hardest to ignore it, for you had already decided that you were going to save the rest of the afternoon for taking care of yourself... which was a great accomplishment since you gradually and accidentally had become a bit of a workaholic.

It wasn’t something you were proud of... but you were a proper adult now and that’s just how adultwood is. Suddenly all your friends were busy with their families (can’t relate), their partners (no, can’t relate either) and their jobs (yes, you had one of those now) and you didn’t have much else to keep you entertained, so at least you tried to do something productive with your time.

Okay, maybe it was possible that you were focusing on work to try not to think about how lonely you actually felt... Especially when you found yourself rubbing your own aching back after spending the whole afternoon sitting at your desk immersed in your work. Secretly wishing somebody else was there with you besides the faces painted in the unfinished artworks laying around your flat... that were yet to be amazing pieces of art one day, according to you.

The only problem was that you couldn’t manage to get yourself to actually finish them, or even to work on them for a couple of hours. Why? You didn’t really know.

All you knew was that there was no motivaton within you to focus on the things you had once really enjoyed doing. Maybe you were too tired to have a hobby, maybe you were already over those artworks, perhaps you didn’t even like painting anymore...

The only thing that you knew for sure of was that you had became exactly who you said you would never: A young adult working for a small company with barely any social life, let alone a stable relationship, sharing a tiny apartment with her cat and the ghosts of her past dreams and aspirations. So I guess by now it’s safe to say that you were definitely focusing on your work to forget about how boring your life had become in the last few months... Even thought you really didn’t want to look at your phone, your curiosity got a hold of you and you checked it… Only to find a text from your friend Harry. Seeing his name on your phone made your heart skip a beat, as you rolled around in bed so that you could take a better look at it. It had been a while since you spoke to Harry... mostly because he had been busy, and you had been trying to avoid bothering him. Knowing damn well he would probably much rather spend his free time doing something better with his free time, since he was always busy as a bee, jumping between countries and cities whilst working on several projects simultaneously.

You considered Harry a close friend of yours... even if you didn’t talk all the time and even ghosted each other for months on occasion, until one of you broke the silence with a text or a phone call. This time, it was Harry that texted you first...

HS: What are you up to?

You: I was just about to watch Riverdale...

H.S: What is that?

You couldn’t help but to let out a little smile. Sometimes he could still surprise you with how alienated he could be from mundane stuff. You didn’t hold it against him, you knew he had a preference for oldies when it came to the movies and music he actually payed attention to.

You decided not to bug him about it, since you were far more interested in figuring out why he was randomly texting you at 9PM on a Saturday.

You : It’s just a gross teen show. What about you?

H.S: Aren’t you a bit too old for teen shows? I’m home. Been here for a couple of days, actually.

You felt a little hurt knowing that he had been home for a while and was only letting you know now, since you were usually one of the first people he wanted to see after spending long periods of time away, even if it was just to come watch the telly and catch up over bags of take-away food. You shook off the uneasy feeling. After all it wasn’t like he owed you his free time... For all you knew, he could’ve been catching up with his other friends or even have someone far more entertaining over his house.

You : Aren’t you a bit too young to be such a grandpa?

H.S : Good news is that grandpa might actually have better plans for your night.

You felt your cheeks warm as a fuzzy feeling started in your stomach. You noticed you had been smiling at your phone whilst thinking of what his plans could be, and when you finally got back to reality your cat was blankely staring at you, making you feel aware of how stupid you must have been looking. “What? You know it’s not like that!” You exclaimed to your cat, getting a little embarassed by your own mushy thoughts.

Before you could answer his text he sent you another one.

H.S: Would you like to accompany me to this thing i have? You sat straight in your bed, but almost immidiately got up to check yourself in the mirror. Yikes, you thought. There’s no way i’m going anywhere with a face like this... In the deepest, darkest part of your brain, you added: Especially not with him. You: What thing?

H.S: It’s just a boring house party. Please come!!! I need someone to talk to.

You: If you want to convince me, maybe you should consider rethinking your use of adjectives. I’m sure you do... just like all the other parties, right? 🙄

H.S: Sorry, I meant AMAZING party!!! 😊 Also, it’s not my fault everyone likes to talk to me. You : It is. You’re too nice to them.

H.S: That’s why i need you to scare them away with your moody face! Are you coming? I already asked Claire to save you seat in the car.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, kinda wishing you had known earlier because you really looked and felt too tired (and ugly, might you add) to get out of the house. Especially to go to a party where you probably knew like, 3 people in real life besides Harry. Besides, you already knew that you would feel a bit out of place there... Because no matter how hard Harry and his friends tried to make you feel included, there was always this feeling you felt... Like everyone else was judging every single thing you did. The clothes you were wearing, the way you acted with your friends, how much booze you drinked, how many crab cakes you ate, and even how much you talked, or didn’t talk... Going to these parties had undoubtedly showed you how cold and indifferent people could be about other people’s complete existence as soon as they realized they didn’t come from the entertainment industry... Harry had tried to explain to you that they didn’t flat out dislike you... It was just that they liked to test the waters before jumping into a friendship with someone from outside the industry, since most of them had already been through bad experiences when it came to that topic.

Y/N had never really ate that one up, but she decided it wasn’t worth the fuss of sharing her opinion out loud. She still remebered the first event she attended to with Harry, and how he and his friends had tried to give her advise on what she should and shouldn’t do... Something she hadn’t taken very well at the time, because it wasn’t like she didn’t know how to behave herself at a party just for being considered an “outsider”. She had been to lots of parties. Smaller ones, yes. With cheaper beverage options and far unhealthier selections of finger foods she could nibble guiltlessly on, but they were still parties nonetheless...

Luckily for you, people were starting to get used to your occasional presence at their informal house events, and you managed to get along with the majority of Harry’s mates as well, what made you feel a little more confortable... However you still always got a bit nervous before going, especially when you hadn’t seen everyone in a while, which was the case that time around...

You : I feel like i could fall asleep at any given moment, so i think i’ll have to pass this one out 😔 but maybe tomorrow we could do something?

He took a while to reply, making you wonder if he got upset at you for not wanting to go, or if he was already asking another one of his friends if they would like to go in your place... You didn’t know what option you liked the best. Eventually, you got tired of holding your phone so you put it down, a little too harshly, what made your cat tremble with the noise. “Sorry Tilly.” You whispered, as your pet got up and curled up in your lap, while you petted her gently behind her ears. “Maybe it’s better this way… right?” You asked, mostly to yourself.

Suddently you heard your phone ringing. Harry was calling you. You got up in a jump and grabbed the phone, what led to an unpleasant scratch from Tilly in your thigh. Before picking up, you stared at the screen for a few seconds, just so he didn’t think you were impatiently waiting for his reply. Yes, you were petty like that sometimes.

“Hey!”

“Hello loser!” The raspyness of his voice caught you by surprise, making you shiver. You’d almost forgot how good it sounded.

“No one uses that word anymore.”

“Who cares?” “Good point. Hm, listen… I hope you’re not mad at me for not going...” “What? You really thought I was gonna give up on you that easily?” “Oh, stop it! I’m not going! Besides, even if I wanted to go, what would I wear? I literally have like ze-” You stopped your rambling, realizing he was singing something to you over the phone, you didn’t recognize it at first, but then you realized where it was from.

“You're a mean one Mr. Grinch. You really are a heeeel… You're as cuddly as a cactus! You're as charming as an eel! Mr. Griiiinch… You're a bad banana with a… Greasy black peeeeel!”

It was a song from the last movie you had seen together when he had came home for the holidays. How The Grinch Stole Christmas. He was singing it to mock you by your choice of words, that reminded him of a particular scene of the movie. The way he was messing up the song with his gibberish made you laugh. Eventually both your laughs and his singing faded, leaving you with a huge smile on your face. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” You asked.

“Well, thank you. Now... As a way of thanking me for my… astonishing performace, you must come party with us.”

“You’ve got some nerve coming at me with that crap after you’ve abandoned me for... how long was it again? two months?”

“Hey... I’m trying to redeem myself here!” “Good! As you should.”

“Is that a yes? Please...? You’re not going to say no to me, are you?”

“It’s a maybe... a highy dependant on me finding something to wear type of maybe. First of all, is it like…fancy?”

“Hmm, not really… I think!? You never really know with these parties.”

“Trust me, I’m aware.” There was a brief silent pause on Harry’s side of the phone, as you as you rummaged through your clothes. “What are you going to wear anyway?”

“Don’t know yet. Probably like, some pants… boots… and a shirt?” Harry’s vague description didn't help whatsoever, but you were far too busy trying to disenchant a decent outfit to make light of his words. “Okay!” There was a lot of shuffling from your side, making his eyebrows furrow on the other side the line, despite your lack of knowledge. “I think I may have just found my nice pants, but I don’t know if I have a nice blouse that goes with them... or one that is fitted for the occasion. Why am I so boring with my clothes? I need to invest in a better wardrobe asap…” “You can always come by mine and borrow a shirt… Ya know, If you don’t want to stand out too much.”

“Not standing out by wearing your clothes? Now that’s funny!” “I’m sure you’ll find something wearable...”

“Are you serious? You would let me borrow your clothes?”

“Sure. If you want to.”

“I don’t know… I’m scared I’ll rip them or something.”

“I mean, I like my clothes... but it’s not like I would kill you or myself if something bad happened to them.” “You’re so humble and reasonable Mr. Styles… How did you stay like that?” You could hear him briefelly laugh at your provocation. “I’m serious! besides, I secretly always want to know how my clothes fit on different people.”

“I’m not trying to spoil it for you but probably not that good... Mostly because I’m female shaped so they won’t fit me properly… Also, I’m not sure if you’re aware but you have this gift-” “Oh, shut up! You can pull anything off.” He cut you off before you could either compliment him or put yourself down. “As long as you love it.” “We’ll see about that.” You challenged, noticeably way less hopeful than he was. “I’ll see you in… an hour and half? Is that a good time?”

“Do you want me to ask someone to pick you up?” “I’m good, thank you...” You answered, wasting little time mulling over your friend’s proposal. “But I would happily accept a parking spot in your garage…” You added suggestively, knowing he wouldn’t say no. “Sure! Anything for you.” “Thank you!” “You’re very welcome.” “Okay, well... I better go and get ready now or I’m going to show up late.” “Alright, I need to go get ready as well. See you soon. Drive safe!” “Always do.” It took you a bit more than na hour to get ready, what meant you were already running a little late, since Harry’s house was more than half an hour drive away.

You were wearing one of your favorite “going out” pants, they were black, high-waisted, carrot fitted and overwhelmingly confortable. You went for other one of your favorite pieces - a yellow silk blouse, just in case you ended up not fitting properly in any of Harry’s shirts.

You paired your outfit with oval style ankle boots you’d just recently acquired. I already know I’m going to regret this decision, you thought whilst putting them on.

You had also decided to change into a matching set of lingerie just because you never know what can happen, right? and also partially because you knew you’d be changing at Harry’s, and god forbid he actually saw anything but if he did, at least it wouldn’t be your granny underwear. You put on a neutral makeup look, throwing a couple of lipsticks into your purse, just so you could decide which one to wear depending on the color of the shirt. Finally, you put on a bit of perfume and grabbed your jacket, taking a final look in the mirror, staring at yourself from different angles. “I guess that’s about as good as it’s gonna get.” You mumbled to your reflection.

Before leaving the house, you kissed and petted your cat goodbye, however she didn’t respond to your affection since she was already asleep on top of the clothes you had just carelessly thrown on top of the bed.

You got in your car and drove off, thirty four minutes later you were turning into Harry’s street and stopping the car in front of the condominium’s gate.You took your phone out of your purse and rang him, he picked up almost immediately.

“You’re here?” “Yeah, I’m already at the gate.” “Okay, let me open it for you and I’ll be down in a second.” “Okay, thank you.” The call dropped and the large metal gate started to move, you slowly drove your way into the condo, trying to remember where the entrance to his garage was.

You didn’t have to think too hard, because a few seconds later one of the garage doors started to open and you could see a pair of impecable black leather boots that merged with the bottom of burgundy flares. Yup, no need for more searching, You thought.

You stopped the car, waiting for the gate to fully open for what seemed like an eternity, but it gave you time to fully appreciate the man that was slowly revealing himself in front of you.

You could start to see his top half now, he was wearing a simple white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, uncovering his tattooed arms. The top buttons were undone, exposing the cross necklace he always wore, he was also wearing another necklace you hadn’t seen before, his hands were hidden in his pockets, but you already knew that they would be adorned with multiple rings of all shapes and sizes. What a show off, was the tought that came to mind once his whole outfit was revealed, but you had to admit that you wouldn’t have him any other way...

Finally his head showed up, and he was wearing a big smile on his face.

“Hey you! Better hurry up before this thing closes on you.” You were so lost in his smile that you accidentally let your car die, but you were quick to start it again and as he walked aside you pulled into the garage.

When you finished parking, you got out of the car, being immediately greeted by Harry’s arms that wrapped you in a tight hug. You couldn’t help but to close your eyes to fully enjoy the moment. He smelled like his characteristic cologne, but since your head was pressed against his shoulder, you could also smell the fabric softner on his shirt and his deodorant.

“You smell nice.” You mumbled under your breath. “So do you.” He replied swiftly, resting his chin on the top of your head. He walked you to the elevator and you went up to his apartment. After many minutes of catching up in the living room he led you to his bedroom, where his closet was. “It’s a bit messy in here, I’ve been meaning to organize it, but I haven’t really had the time.” The boy said before opening its door.

You tried not to look mesmerized by the amount of clothing in front of you, because you knew that one of the things Harry hated the most was when people perceived him as shallow or vain. Luckily, most people could tell straight away that his love for fashion had a greater meaning for him than to just look nice... And even when they didn’t, it only took them about seconds of conversation with him to realize how much of a ducky and kind person he truly was. Also, fairly recently he had been getting a lot of praise for his bold fashion choices, what led to a bit of over enthusiasm from his main stylists’s part and himself when it came to investing in it.

“I promise I actually wear most of these...” He justified himself, noticing the enthralled expression you genuinely believed you were managing to disguise.

“Oh, don’t mind me!” You giggled. “I’m just slightly overwhelmed by the number of choices before me.” “Well, take all the time you need.” Harry smiled, sitting over the edge of his bed and unlocking his phone to check the time. It was already past midnight. As you finally gained courage to start going through his clothes, he let his back fall on the bedspread with a sigh and stared at the ceiling, and that’s when you decided you couldn’t possibly not try to mess with him a little bit. “Stupid… Ugly… Out of date…” (Reference (01:20-01:24)

“Hey! Stop it, will you?!” He sat up again, supporting his upper body with his elbows that rested firmly on his lap. “Have you found my dress yet?”

You peeked through the open closet to with a curious expression on your face. “No… Where is it?” you asked, disappearing behind the door and enthusiastically searching his closet for the item, suddently grabbing something that kinda looked like a dress, yet kinda looked like a curtain. “Is this it?” You asked, stepping out of the closet, holding the hanger in front of you.

“It’s not a dress, it’s a kilt... Sicko!” (Reference (01:13-01:18)

“Really? You had that one coming for a long time didn’t you?” You disdainfully smiled, shaking your head in disapproval. You could tell from his little smirk that he was proud of successfully tricking you into his joke. “Yeah, I was hoping you would find it and ask about it, but you didn’t so I had to find a way to deliver the line anyway.”

“Okay, but for real why do you have a wedding dress in your closet?” You turned the hanger to see the strange garment from the front.

“Cause I’m cool like that.”

“You know what? It’s actually not as ugly as it seemed at first sight...”

“Well, I would hope so ‘cause it was bloody expensive.” At the sound of his words you were quick to carefully hang it back in it’s place, gently rubbing the fabric to avoid any crinkles.

You kept looking through his clothes and ended up finding a almost sheer shirt that you liked. It was rusty orange with a psychadelic flower pattern that looked quite unique. Taking advantage of the fact that Harry was laying down and distracted on his phone and freed yourself of your blouse in a swift motion, trying on his shirt on as fast as you could. It fitted you quite nicely to your surprise. “So, have you found anything you like yet?” Your friend asked, with his eyes still stuck on his phone.

“Actually yes, but I could use your help… How would you style this?” He sat up again and focused his attention on you. “How come you end up finding the one shirt I don’t actually remember owning?”

He admired you from the bed, letting is head fall to the side a bit, you could feel his eyes stuck on your figure, what made you feel a bit unconfortable and insecure about your body. His expression changed as he got up and walked towards you, making a little circle around you and finally stopping right in front of you. “May I?” He asked, reaching for the shirt.

“Yeah, go ahead.” You lifted your arms slightly so they wouldn’t get on his way. Carefully, he started adjusting the shirt, slipping it inside your pants and gently pulling it out, until it fell down in a natural way.

You could feel the warmth of his hands on your skin through the fabric, what caused your breathing to get a little heavy and out of your throat came a peculiar husky sound. Luckily, he was so focused on what he was doing that he didn’t even acknowledged it.

Feeling a bit flustered due to his proximity, you decided to break the silence. “You look so different now that you cut your hair…”

“Well, isn’t that kind of the point of changing your hair? Why are you complaining? Do you not find me cute anymore?” “Who lied to you and told you I ever thought you were cute?” Harry looked up at you with disdainful expression once his green eyes met yours. You could feel your cheeks getting warmer by the second. “Well you’re wrong because I am, in fact, very attractive.” He looked down again and undid one of the buttons of the shirt, what left a bit of the black lace of your bra showing. “What are you doing?” You asked in a startled tone. “Just trust me.” “Umm… Fine, I guess.” You shrugged as he stepped back to admire his work. His focused expression broke into a proud smile as he moved to the side, uncovering the mirror just so you could see yourself. You looked hot, there’s no other way to put it. The color of the shirt complimented your skin tone beautifully, as well as the golden necklace that fell over your chest in a sensual way, capturing attention to your stripped neckline. “You look cuter than me, I can't have that... Come on, we’re switching. Take it off, now.” Your handsome friend complained in a frisky tone, grabbing at the hem of his shirt as if he was about to pull it off. “I could never…” You challenged, feeling quite shy after his compliment. “Well, apparently you can.” “You look amazing though...” You complimented back. “Love the pants.” “Really? I think they make my ass look weird sometimes.” The boy confessed, turning around so you could check his bottoms. “I think your ass’s great.” You kind of regretted the conviction you uttered that sentence with. “I mean… in those pants.”

Harry sighed playfully. “I was enjoying the compliment, why did you have to ruin it?”

“Fine, you can take the compliment then.” You granted easily. “Shouldn’t we get going? I’m sure it’s pretty late already…” “Ready?” “Yes, let me just…” You ran to your purse, picking one of the lipsticks you had brought with you, applying it in front of the mirror while the charming man shoved his essential belongings into the pockets of his matching blazer and put it on, completing the look. You noticed he was observing you with curiosity as you tinted your lips in a dark shade of brick orange. “Let’s go missy.” The boy rushed as you locked eyes with him through the mirror. **

Even though you offered to drive to Claire’s house, he insisted on taking his car because he hadn’t driven in a while and wanted to before he got “rusty”. As he was driving, you inquired him about who was hosting the party you were going to, since all he’d told you was that you were meeting your friends at Clare’s house and from there you would share a car, so that the whole group would get there together.

To your surprise, when faced with your question he got quiet and you noticed his expression changing, he briefely took his eyes off the road to look at you and you could practically see the guilt in this face. “What is it?” You asked, wondering what he could be acting so weird about.

“Hum yeah, about that…” He began to stammer, keeping his eyes stuck to the road.

“Just tell me it’s not what I think it is.” “Before you say anything, I know you’ll probably want to kill me right now…” “Harry!” “I knew you wouldn’t have come if I told you... It’s going to be fun, I promise! She’s not as bad as you think she is.” “No Harry!” You fretted. “You know what? Just stop the car, I want to go home.”

“Well, I’m afraid that’s not going to happen.”

“I’m not kidding Harry.” “I’m not dropping you off in the middle of the fucking freeway.”

“Yes you are!” “No, I’m not.” He kept driving and you let your body slip through the seat, crossing your arms in silence, resenting him for almost five minutes while he tried to convince you of how Alexa was way nicer than you thought and that she wasn’t really a bitch, it was just that her sense of humor could be a little off-putting sometimes. The way he was defending her made you feel even angrier, even though you weren’t really listening.

In your head all you could think about was all the times you had the unpleasant surprise of bumping into Alexa. She was such a bitch! Always finding a way to put you down and make you feel embarassed. She even came up with a stupid nickname for you at Harry’s birthday party that she always made sure to use, even though she must’ve known you hated it. “Just so you know, when we get to Claire’s I’m getting a cab and going home.”

“Fine.” He jerked his shoulders dismissively. “If you want to miss out on a great time with our friends, it’s up to you.” “When she’s there it’s never really a good time for me so I guess I’m good.” “Come on…” Harry huffed, shifting his gaze off to road for a moment to check on his muddled friend. “Everyone was so excited to see you...” You were mad that he lied to you, but you were madder that you had gotten all dressed up and now you weren’t going. You also missed your mutual friends and hanging out with them. You kept weighting the pros and the cons throughout the rest of the drive, and when you got to Claire’s house, after a little convincing from the group, you decided you were not going to let the fact that it was Alexa’s party ruin the night for you.

You were still mad at Harry though. And having to go on another car trip with him, feeling his body pressing up against yours whenever there was a turnabout, wasn’t making it easy for you to keep your cool.

As you finally got to Alexa’s house you could tell the house was packed by the number of cars parked outside, making you feel relieved you had a driver, because if you had to find a place to park it would’ve been a nightmare.

There was a group of people lining up, and as you got closer you noticed two men by the door checking for the guests names on a list. You started to get worried that your friends might have omitted to Alexa that you were going, since you were almost certain that your presence wouldn’t please her any better than it did to you. You eyed their faces, looking for any sign of concern, however they seemed calm.

As you walked the line, you started to get more and more nervous, ending up momentarily swallowing your pride and pulling at Harry’s sleeve, in hopes of getting his attention without the rest of the group noticing. “Does Alexa know I’m coming to her party?” You asked as quietly as you could.

“Of course she does! I told her myself.”

“What did she say?”

He didn’t get to answer your question because he was approached by the doorkeeper, that asked him for his name. Harry politely greeted him before answering his question and being such a gentleman, he provided the names of the other members of the group.

The doorkeeper checked the names on the list and to your surprise your name was actually there. He allowed the group to get inside. All of you murmuring a brief “thank you” as you walked past the big guy.

The door led to a giant lounge style living room, that seemed to be where the focus of the party was. To your right, there were three big windows, each with it’s own balcony, where small groups of people gathered to enjoy a smoke and the beautiful view of the city. In the middle of the room there was an open dance space, demarked by an enormous persian carpet, that was still pretty empty despite the fact the DJ was already playing.

Behind the dance area there were two long tables, practically stuffed with different types of alcoholic beverages. It had to be one of the most diverse open bars you had ever seen at a house party. From the ceiling fell party ribbons and lights, and the walls were adorned with baloons and paper decorations. You tried to decipher the color of the objects around you, but it was almost impossible due to the color changing lights that provided an hallucinogenic athmosphere to the space.

You looked around, trying to familiarize yourself with your surroundings. As your eyes scanned the place, they found couple of familiar faces, but they froze at a well-known face in the kitchen.

There was Alexa… She was sitting over the counter, scrolling on her phone. Her glossy lips rested on the edge of the paper cup she was holding. The light from the screen illuminated her face, making her glittery eyeshadow pop behind the thick lashes that she was wearing. She was dressed in a two-toned metallic mini dress and knee-high platform boots. You could tell from her expression that she was distressed about something. Her stillness gave you the opportunity to study her face. Her features were quite angelical, something you had never noticed before.

The sound of something scattering on the kitchen floor woke her up from her daydream as she turned around to curse at whoever opened the kitchen cabinet. Yup, there’s the bitch, You mused to yourself.

She jumped off the counter and walked out of the kitchen, making her way around the groups of people that were chattering by the door. She walked around the living room, trying to greet the people she hadn’t seen yet.

Your eyes briefly met hers before she approached your friends. They went for a group hug, in which you didn’t participate. Instead, you awkwardly stared at them while they hugged and chatted. Harry looked back at you, encouraging you to join them with an eye motion, you let out a sigh and moved closer to the group, what caught Alexa’s attention. “Hi Nutmeg! I haven’t seen you in a hot minute…” She greeted you by kissing the air next to your cheek, before looking you up and down. “I see you’ve upgraded your closet... It was about time.” The beautiful girl remarked, focusing her attention on the shirt you were wearing.

You found yourself side-eyeing Harry, trying your hardest to ignore her taunting words. “I swear I’ve seen that somewhere... what brand is it?” Her question startled you. Prompting your head to tilt towards Harry, realizing he had mirrored the gesture to stare at you. You stood there staring at each other, both of you wishing you could read his mind. “Is there something I’m missing?” Alexa questioned, suspicious of your odd behaviour.

“No, not at all!” Harry was quick to intervene. “I’m gonna go for a drink, anyone wants to join me?” He suggested, clearly attempting to brush off the topic.

“I’ll go get the drinks.” You volunteered, taking the chance to escape and ditch Alexa’s question.

“Will you get me some jack and coke?” The girl requested, handing you her freshly empty cup. “Thanks.” She added when you grabbed it from her hand. It was probably the only time you actually felt pleased to fix Alexa a drink. “Harry, what do you want?” You called his attention back to you, upon realizing he was already engaged into conversation with someone you didn’t know.

“Double Tequila, please.” You raised your brows at his choice of beverage. Already knowing that when he started the night with Tequila he would, most likely, end up drunk out of his mind. But you didn’t bother to try to coarce him into switching to something else. “Do you need an extra hand?” He offered out of politeness.

“It’s fine, I’m sure I can handle it.” You spat as you left, not wanting to interrupt his conversation again.

As the night went on, people started to gather mainly around the dance space, that was proving itself to be a little too small for the large amount of people using it. You were having a good time, but you were definitely not enjoying the feeling of getting rubbed all over by everyone around you. Harry, on the other hand, didn’t seem bothered whatsoever. And as you predicted, he was already pretty out of it, prancing around the place and carelessly engaging into conversation with everyone who approached him, including people you knew he shit talked behind their back... The fake little bitch...

You tried not to care, but you couldn’t keep yourself from constantly checking on him to see what he was up to. You weren’t the only one who couldn’t keep your eyes away from him.. What wasn’t unnusual, since he was such a natural attention-grabber. Howbeit, there were several girls and boys that were practically drooling at the sight of him. That wasn’t new either, but it didn’t make it any less annoying...

When the boy finally made his way back to the group, he tried to convince you to dance with him by grabbing your hand and making you spin for him. You graciously brushed him off. Mostly out of shyness, persuading him into asking your friend John instead. He agreed on the spot... And once he finally managed to get his friend to bend at his will, they got everyone laughing and cheering, encouraging them to keep up with the tango dance moves. But it wasn’t long until the two boys had enough of the attention, laughing it off and joining the group again.

Then a figure rose above the crowd. It was Alexa, who has just stood up on a table holding a microphone in her hand that she was slowly tapping on, attempting to grab everyone’s attention. “Hello, hello, hello my magnificent friends. How is everyone feeling tonight?” She asked, earning a loud cheer from the crowd, that she encouraged by clapping silently before speaking again. “Alright, alright... can y’all can shut the fuck up now? …I just wanted to say that I hope everyone is getting drunk and having a great time. You know me, I gotta be real with you… There are some people here I’d much rather had stayed home, but you know what? You don’t really bother me.” The girl shrugged haughtily. “With that said, I’d like to propose a toast to every single one of you motherfuckers that came to my party. Cheers, bitches!” She yelled the last two words, emptying her cup in a single swig while the crowd cheered and downed their own cups along with the host.

The fact that Alexa let you in had given you the impression that maybe Harry was right about her, but her speech left a bad taste in your mouth and made you wonder if you were one of the people she was talking about, you were almost certain you were. “What did you say earlier about her being a nice person?” You ironically asked Harry, that was standing right beside you.

Your eyes were still stuck on her as you wondered if she would manage to get down from the table without falling. You secretly hoped she wouldn’t.

He failed to answer your question, so you turned to him. Only to realize that he wasn’t there anymore. Your eyes quickly danced around the room, searching for your missing friend, and unfortunatly it wasn’t long until they found him...

Your whole body went cold, feeling your heart sink in your chest. Your vision felt blurry, and there was a complicated knot forming at the tip of your stomach. There he was. Barely six feet away from you. With his back flush against a wall and his lips pressed harshly on somebody else’s. His hands gently caressed up the other boy’s back, that had his hands firmly clutched onto your friend’s hair and the back of his neck.

You felt like your whole world was crashing down in front of you.

Whilst everyone around you was enjoying themselves, all you wanted to do was collapse to your knees and scream your confusing pain away, but you couldn’t. There was nothing you could do and it just fucking hurt.

You’d always known it would eventually happen... But nothing could ever prepare you for the feeling of watching the person you love fondling somebody else.

In the middle of your agony, you noticed a pair of hazel eyes staring right at you from distance, breaking your attention from the heartbreaking scene. “Yo... What the fuck?!” You couldn’t hear her words, but you could read them clearly through the motion of her lips. She looked completely baffled by the state of you.

You stepped back, attempting your best to muffle into the crowd, but it was too late... You were certain she’d saw the devastated look on your face, and the glistening tear that rolled down your cheek afterwards.

You turned your back on the scene and pushed through the crowd, hidding your face as you stumbled upon almost everyone on your way to the bathroom. You locked yourself inside and leaned against the door, finally letting it all out as you sobbed uncontrollably and allowed for your body to slide down the surface, until your knees met the cold marble floor.

A unexpected loud banging on the door startled you. “It’s occupied.” Y/N shouted, in the most composed voice she could fabricate.

“It’s Alexa... open the door.” The girl shouted back impatiently.

“Fuck off Alexa!” You could feel your blood boil and your hands trembling at the mere sound of her voice. “Just leave me alone, will you?”

There was silence for a moment, before she banged on the door harder. You tried to ignore it because considering your state, at the slighest provocation you’d probably lose it and punch her in the face. “Don’t be a fucking bitch, I’m here to help.” Alexa shouted again, but it was pointless. “Okay, fine. I guess I’ll have to ask someone to kick the door down...”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“It’s my house. What are you going to do about it?” She challenged, knowing you couldn’t fight her on that. “You have three seconds… one...two…” You flang the door open before she could finish her countdown, causing her to tremble ever so slightly. “Quite the charm, aren’t you?” She sighed satirically, making her way inside the bathroom while fixing her dress. You noticed she was holding a bottle of Bacardi rum, that she promptly opened and handed to you. You stood there perplexedly looking at her, trying to figure out what her intentions were. “Are you going to take it or not?” At that, you abruptly grabbed the bottle from her hand and took it to your lips, taking a big chug and giving it back with a disgusted expression caused by the intense alcohol sting. Alexa took the bottle to her lips as well, but unlike you, her face didn’t even flinch. “What did you come here for?” The sharpness of your tone led her into giving you a dirty look “What do you think? That I came in here to make fun of you?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you did.” “Just thought you could use a friend...” She explained, jumping on her bum to sit on the countertop. “And luckily for you, so do I.”

“Judging by the number of people outside, I’m sure you have plenty of friends.”

She let out a silent wheeze at your guess. “Everything isn’t always what it seems, Nutmeg… I have people that keep me company, but when it comes down to the real shit, I have no one I can count with really…”

“I’m finding that quite hard to believe if I’m honest…” “I know you are. So is everyone else. They all assume my life is just perfect. After all, I have everything, don’t I? I don’t blame them... I know I can be cruel and bitter sometimes, but I’m not the cold-hearted, super confident bitch everyone thinks that I am.” “Why are you telling me all that?”

“I don’t know… Maybe ‘cause I’m drunk and lonely and you’re one of the few people here that I actually like…” You couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. “You’re messing with me, right?” She, on the other hand, seemed rather confused by your apprehensiveness. “I appreciate people like you... Who manage to stay true to themselves despite hanging out with these people. It’s so easy to lose yourself in this environment... But I don’t think you did, and I can appreciate that.”

“I’m just lucky to have good friends... If they were different, I don’t know if I’d stayed so nice and humble.”

As the silence settled, you took the chance to sit down on the edge of her expensive looking bathtub. “So… changing the subject. You and Harry, what’s the deal?”

“What do you mean?” You pretended you didn’t know what she was implying, hoping she would let go of the topic.

“I’m not stupid. I saw the way you looked when he was all over that guy… I confess I had no idea that you were into him. I thought you liked girls, I could almost swear he had told me that.” Her words made your stomach twist, and Alexa didn’t miss your distressed expression. “Sorry... I’m not very good with words. I didn’t mean to make it worse.” The girl added, trying to make up for her cold stance. “Here...” She handed you back the bottle, and you agreeably to a swig from it. “Does he know?”

“I don’t think so...” “I don’t mean to be unpleasant but I think he thinks you’re a lesbian.” “Yeah, I know… he’s not completely wrong, I guess.” “So, you’re bi?” “I don’t really know what I am.” “Oh, it’s okay. You don’t have to be anything, you can just be… yourself!” You locked eyes with her, briefely smiling at her motivational words “How long have you fancied him for?”

“I don’t know...” You stared down at your own feet. “Thinking back, I guess I always kind of have... but it’s complicated. So I just hoped it would go away with time... Besides, you’ve seen the people he gets with. They’re all gorgeous, and I... I mean, I don’t really meet the standards, do I?” “And how’s that working out for you?” You went quiet, since you didn’t really have a good answer to give. “Okay, here’s what I think you should do. First of all, you gotta stop with the self loathing. It’s depressing and outdated. You’re just as valid as everyone else.”

“It’s not self loathing. You don’t understand… What if he pushes me away? I really care for our friendship and I don’t want to throw it all away because of a stupid crush.” “A stupid crush? Didn’t you just say you’ve always liked him? How long have you known eachother for? Three years?” “Well… Two and half, but it’s not like I’ve been waiting for him… I’ve had my fair share of relationships and so did he, I never did anything to change that. Why would I start now?” “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you’re at a party, locked inside a bathroom, crying over him, while he’s out there screwing somebody else.” “God, you’re certainly are awful with words aren’t you?” “I take pride in my honesty.” She stated. “Look, all I can say is that I think this whole “crush” situation is, obviously, far more than a crush... And you know I’m right so don’t even bother to deny it. Therefore, I think it’s long overdue that you do something about how you feel, otherwise you’re just gonna be stuck wondering on the what ifs forever, watching him live his life while you’re unable to move on with your yours, and you deserve better than that. Anyone deserves better than that.” “It’s just… scary.” “Isn’t everything worth trying always somewhat scary at first?” You ended up spending the rest of the night with Alexa. Sitting inside her large empty bathtub, sharing your shittiest life experiences and drowning your sorrows with the bottle of rum. She told you about her crazy ex-boyfriend, and how he had been making her life a living hell since their break up. Showing up uninvited at her work, her parties, and practically everywhere she went, despite her telling him time and time again to stop and leave her alone. You advised her the best you could, but as you expected, she was pretty stubborn and acted as if she had everything under control, even though she clearly did not. The night had taken a unexpected turn for you, however, at least there was something positive you could also take from it, that being the friendship that was beggining to fluorish between you and Alexa.

You were so deep in conversation that you completely lost track of time, so much that you finally felt tired and decided to check you phone for the time, it was already 6AM.

You had seven missed calls and fifteen text messages from your friends asking where you were, if you were okay and if you were still leaving with them. You realized they had probably already left, so you just apologized for leaving early and informed them that you were fine. When you and Alexa got out of the bathroom, there were still a couple of people hanging around, but as expected, the vast majority had already left.

The light coming from the windows hurt your tired eyes and your bottom half was hurting from spending so many hours sitting inside a bathtub. By that time, all you wanted to do was go home, take a shower and take a nap to make up for the all nighter you pulled, but then you remembered…

“Shit!”

“What?”

“I left my car at Harry’s house.”

I hope you’re enjoying it so far! Chapter II is hereeee!

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aprils-arcadia · 4 years ago

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Member: Kihyun Genre: Angst Word Count: 2k Warnings: Mentions of death, grief; loss of father Summary: On the way to his father’s funeral, Kihyun’s son remebers the times they shared together.

"And the rabbit ran around the tree and into the rabbit hole." Seojoon muttered to himself as he tried to tie his tie.

The face that looked back at him in the mirror looked weary as if he had been through so much more than the young boy that was once taught this phrase.

He had been eight years old when he was first forced to wear one of these for a party of his grandma. After throwing a tantrum that he wanted to do it by himself, that a man was supposed to be able to do this, his dad calmly sat him down and explained.

"It's very simple, son" Kihyun spoke very softly, as he crouched down before the young boy.

"Okay now hold them like this." Kihyun held one end of his tie shorter than the other. "The rabbit…" He wiggled the longer end of the tie "fled from the fox…around the tree… yes, exactly… and into… no. Into… the rabbit hole."

The young boy giggled as he was finally able to get it right. It was crooked and odd-ended but he didn't care, it would be his pride for the rest of the day.

"See, easy as that." Kihyun touched his forehead gently against the young boy's own and squeezed his shoulder. "We Yoo men can do anything. We just need to try hard enough."

Anything - That was exactly what Seojoon did. Much to his father’s dismay. Their motto had landed him in the hospital multiple times. Be it for a broken bone, as he tried to climb the garage and ultimately landed on his left arm. Be it for a flesh wound on his forehead as he ran full force into the coffee table trying to catch his older cousin. Or simply because he had nowhere else to go than the ER when he had a burned his wrist on the stove trying to make scrambled eggs at 2 a.m. in the morning.

The scar on his forehead was now covered with black hair and the burn on his hand only visible to those who knew where to look. He took one last look in the mirror and ruffled through his hair. It wouldn't make a difference what he did to it anyway. He wore a suit, his tie looked halfway decent, that would have to be enough for today. Nothing could conceal the bags under his eyes and his appearance wouldn't change a thing about how he felt anyway.

Seojoon slowly walked through the hallway and down the stairs. The wall to his right was filled with dozens of pictures, all neatly arranged and in the same lean wooden frame. It had always been his dad's hobby and they seldomly went anywhere without his trusted camera, that now rested on a drawer in the living room. Kihyun had taken photos almost every time he got the chance. The wall next to the stairs was filled with pictures of the both of them in front of different houses or apartment buildings.

They had moved around a lot when Seojoon was still young and it had never seemed to really bother him. He didn't mind seeing so many parts of the country or even spend a few months abroad. Unfortunately this changed the older he got. It became harder and harder every time. To leave his friends behind, or to decide to never even make them because soon enough he would have to leave again, and leave them behind. For the next months after moving they would still be in contact as always but it didn’t take long for those friendships to vanish into obscurity, each and every one of them.

Once he had started his junior year of high school in yet a different school, he couldn't stand it anymore. Moving was selfish of his dad, a sign that he didn't care for his only son and the word ‘anything’ increasingly shifted in meaning and became more dangerous, more destructive. Instead of going to school he spent his days in the parking lot of some grocery store or in one of his new friends’ basement. Nothing was of any value and everything could just f*ck off. That's how he lived those days. His peers introduced him to alcohol and it didn’t take long until it became a constant companion. The few times he spent at home were less than pleasant, usually he would come home late at night, if at all, and most of the conversations with his dad ended in them screaming at each other. By then he didn't even remember how his dad sounded when he wasn't angry.

This went on until the night of Seojoon’s 17th birthday. He had been out with friends when things turned south, and landed him in a holding cell at the nearby police station. With no option left and his “friends” having ditched him before they were caught by the police as well, he was forced to call his dad to bail him out at 4 a.m. in the morning.

"Just get in the car." Kihyun said tirely but firm as they went out into the chilly night. The sky over the horizon was already coloured a pale orange and the birds had begun to slowly wake up.

"But I wanna at least explain what happened." Seojoon said with a pleading look as he opened the passenger door.

"No. Not tonight." Kihyun started the engine and drove off in silence.

Not a word. No angry shouting. No accusations. Nothing.

Seojoon had become uneasy. He would rather get yelled at than sit here in complete silence, listening only to the low hum of the engine and the cars that went past. Not even the radio was turned on. Seojoon had nowhere else to go than his own mind, a place he'd liked to avoid lately. The silence forced him to think, to think about his actions, the way he behaved and most painfully about the hurt look on his father's face. They used to be close, so close, but the older Seojoon got the more they had drifted apart. He had entered a phase where no matter what his father did or said he couldn't have been right. Everytime Kihyun had tried to be there for his son Seojoon had shut him out. Not wanting to reveal anything of his personal life, not wanting to share anything or even think about the issues he had. They had become incompatible.

Seojoon passed the picture framed next to the doorway. A smiling teenage boy behind the wheel of an old and run-down car, the proud face of his father visible in the corner, barely in frame. He opened the front door and unlocked the same old car that stood in the driveway, looking even more run-down than in the photograph. He had gotten it for his birthday and with everything that happened the night before he had never seen it coming. Instead of the lecture, the endless shouting and the slamming of doors, he was greeted with a completely different scene.

When he got downstairs to make himself a bowl of cereal for breakfast like he always did when his father had to work, he was welcomed by a different sight. His father was standing in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on their breakfast.

"Good morning." Kihyun said softly, as if last night had never happened. "I took today off. I think we both need to talk and not just scream at each other." Kihyun added, it was audible in his voice that this wasn’t easy for him as well.

Seojoon sat down quietly not being able to comprehend what was going on.

"Like really talk. I mean when was the last time we did that?" Kihyun spoke more to the pancakes than to his son.

"I don't know." Seojoon replied without so much as opening his mouth.

"See. When did we become this cliché of a single father and his teenaged rebel of a son. I don't like this. So I took today off." He turned around the freshly-made pancakes in hand and sat down on the other side of the table. "I know this probably isn't how you had envisioned your birthday to go but I hope you won't mind spending it with your old man after everything that happened."

"Yeah.” Seojoon said and dipped his pancake into the tiny bowl of melted chocolate to his right.

"Some things never change," said Kihyun softly and smiled gesturing towards the chocolate that was slowly dripping from the pancake. "Still a favorite, huh."

"I guess.” Seojoon said and finally some of the tension left his body. "I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean for this to happen."

"I know. Well I like to think I know.” He looked at his son with kind eyes, the ones that Seojoon hadn’t seen in the last months. “If you don't mind I'd like to go somewhere with you after breakfast. It's still your birthday and I do need to have a present, don’t I."

That's where the car came in. It was sort of a peace offering and a promise. The shabby old fiat was a part of a deal. Seojoon had to get things straight. He had to attend school again -regularly- and drinking was off limits until the end of his senior year. The car became a symbol for that promise and a way to finally get back on track. He would need to be responsible from now on. And it had worked. Disappointed by how his so-called friends had treated him and remorseful of how the last few months had gone, Seojoon had actively tried to make things right. He had taken good care of the car, as best as he could, and Kihyun and he started to regularly work on it together, in order to get it back into good shape. Their relationship had finally taken a turn for the better again. Sure they had fought and sure they had their differences but they spent time together whenever they could and generally enjoyed each other's company again.

The drive was short and he knew it by heart, not having to pay much attention to where he was going. He’d parked his car sluggishly next to the curb. One wheel rested on the green grass instead of the road but he didn't bother correcting.

Not today.

A sea of black umbrellas awaited him, but he didn't bring one himself, instead the rain slowly seeped through his suit and a shiver ran through his body that he barely registered. He kept his head low, only offering a few polite smiles that didn't mean anything. To show that he was okay, that he was pulling through. But it was the complete opposite of that. After everything was over each and everyone slowly left the meadow. His uncle gave his shoulder a little squeeze and his cousin kissed him on the cheek gently. It must be hard for them too, he thought. But he knew that nothing, nothing in this world was comparable to how he was feeling right now.

Grief isn't something you are ever prepared for. It just hits you like a truck when you least expect it. Seojoon tried his hardest to bottle everything up. Not give in to anything he was feeling. He tried to shut down, show no emotion but there was no way this would last and he knew it. Grief had caught up with him quickly, had surrounded him in the kitchen, where they used to make dinner together twice a week, had forced him to face reality when he had to pick out a suit for today, had brutally shown him the truth when he read the letters engraved in front of him.

He sunk to the ground in front of the stone that will have his father's name etched in until nature took over and maybe even longer. The rain dripped in large drops from the leaves above and onto the grass around him, not letting up a bit. Seojoon was completely lost. He didn't know what to do, How to go on in any meaningful way.

His home was never a place. His home had always been his dad. And now. Now his home was gone. It didn't matter where he would go in life he would never be able to come back home.

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nosferatyou · 5 years ago

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I was tagged by @lazingonsunday and @shes-outta-sight to do one of the long tag, get to know them, type of things. Which I absolutely love by the way. I don’t talk about myself much.

What was the last thing you read?

Well I was editing the latest chapter of my fic of that counts? If not some random josh one shot a couple hours ago lol.

Favorite Movie?

Man it’s ever revolving. It was Django Unchained for a long ass time, but now I think it’s Baby Driver.

Favorite Book?

Misery by Stephen King. I read it years ago and I have a lot of good memories tied to it. Me and my friend became closer through his works and this was the first one I read. It’ll stay close in my heart.

Dream Date?

It’s one I’ve been on before but just Vinyl Shopping. It’s simple and easy but music in a relationship is important to me. I gotta make sure they have good picks. But there is something so soft about it all.

Do you have a crush?

Sadly no. But I’m fully in Joshes lane rn if that means anything?

What are your hobbies?

Oof okay. I mostly draw like all hours of the day. But I very actively keep up with guitar and bass. I write as well. I make videos for my friends. I collect old and beat up vinyls. Lot of art stuff

Favorite time of day?

Night time. Like from hours 10-3. That’s my true alone time and it’s something I cherish and look forward to everyday.

If you could look like anything, what would you like to look like?

I don’t wish to change anything about my body. I think I’d be silly to. But man I wish I could actually afford clothes I’d like to wear. Real bellbottoms you know? I want that vintage shit.

Are you romantic?

In a secure relationship yes. I show too much emotion too fast in the beginning. But boy oh boy when I get romantic. I get very touchy feely. Man date ideas. Lot of carefully curated playlists.

Favorite type of weather?

That time in like August/September when I can wear jeans and maybe a light jacket. But it’s still warm, you know?

What do you like talking about?

Music. I talk about it all day long. The foundation behind it. The artist. I could discuss guitars and instruments with people all damn day. I just. I love everything about it. But also GVF is my hyperfixation rn and my friend is ready to shoot my head off if I speak another word about Jakes guitar playing.

What are your turn ons?

Ngl I’m akin to a boy with long hair. It’s my vice. I’ve only dated long haired musicians. But I just want someone who radiates some kind of light you know? I’ve seen too much darkness. I want someone genuine and real. Is it too much to ask for a positive person?

What are your turn offs?

I’ve dealt with a lot in my past. Basically anything that’s negative. Ignorance mostly. I don’t want someone who refuses to learn. It’s stupid. I just want honesty and someone with an open mind. Anything else is a no go.

If you got a tattoo what would it be and where would you get it?

Okay so. I really want tattoos. I designed something about a year ago I want really badly but it’s so expensive. Thinking rationally. Right now I’d really like some line art of bust. Idk what tho.

Do you have any pets?

3! 2 dogs, Ruby and Nellie, both too six year old mutts. Nellie is the weirdest god damn dog I’ve ever had. And ruby is basically a fox dog. And then there is Friday my cat. He can be a bitch boy but he’s a sweet boy who’s just being a cat. (I also have ten plants but most people don’t consider them pets)

Dream Job?

I’m still searching for that. Recently my heads been floating towards playing live shows as a guitar or bass player. But I’m no where near the point of even considering. I’m pretty shitty. But how Cool would it be to play that violin bow with my guitar on stage?

Dream place to live?

Not considering any potential jobs. I just want to live in a big log cabin somewhere on the outskirts of a town. Out in the wilderness and free to just live.

Dream vacation?

I’ve never been to Europe. I’d love to just road trip around in a van honestly. But before that visit my great grandfather grave in Scotland. He was a kings hand and did a lot back in the day. I’d be cool to see. But then I’d fuck around in Europe.

Do you have any piercings?

I’ve got my nose and ears pierced. I’m pretty happy with that

If you had kids what would you name them?

Man I don’t even want to think about that.

What are your best traits?

I’m a great listener. I’m extremely compassionate. Will do anything to help friends. And I feel like my music taste isn’t half bad.

Worst traits?

The compassionate thing tends to bite me in the ass. I’ve got a lot of emotions. I also have 20 things I want to do all at once all the time. I loose sleep because of it. There is more but I’d go on too long.

Worst fear?

Weirdly enough any type of natural disaster. When I was way too young I watched “The Impossible” and then shortly after learned about techtonic plates and I never forgotten about it or where they are.

What do you want to eat right now?

Brownies. And a fucking burrito.

Best vacation you’ve been on?

I went on a road trip to Chicago recently and I just makes so many good memories. I saw ninja sex party’s 10th anniversary, which was fantastic. But I got to visit a friend all weekend. But my favorite part was the ride back. The whole time we just talked but also sang to old 50s songs and just had this moment of unity. I still think about it

Favorite City?

I haven’t been to too many places yet so I’m gonna go with my hometown, Nashville. If you look past all the tourists. It’s got a very rich musical history and in certain places you just feel it. I loved living there and it made me who I was.

Favorite social media platform?

Tumblr. It’s really the only one I ever check anymore. Plus I’ve made some great friends on here.

Favorite article of clothing?

My fucking bellbottoms. I wear them whenever I can. They give me so much confidence.

Do you play any sports?

Fuck no. I have no coordination whatsoever.

Favorite meal of the day?

Lunch. You have a lot more options. Plus I just like the vibe

What are you excited for?

Starting the tenth I have a lot of good things coming my way. In that week I get to finally end this semester, the new Harry styles album releases, I get a new bass, and I get to see fucking Greta Van Fleet. None of you know how excited I am for that. Pit tickets. Jesus it’ll be good.

Not excited for?

Finals. And an um.. upcoming funeral.

When was the last time you cried?

I honestly can’t remeber and that really scares me.

Dream house?

I basically answered this earlier but gimme that big ass log cabin.

Something you hate about this world?

Don’t get my started. I hate that everyone hates themselves all the time when they have no reason to. I hate that 8 people have most of the worlds money and are doing nothing to help global warming. I hate the man that’s in power and what he’s helped cause. I hate everyone who refuses to accept literally any fact. I hate that my future is bleak because of some old ass white men.

Something you love about this world?

I love the light that radiates off of certain people. I love that our generation has hope and that some people are actually trying to make change. I love the raw creativity I see in others and I love that we are bringing back the resurgence of peace and love.

What scents do you like?

Old records and books. Its the simple pleasures.

What kind of sleeper are you?

Typically heavy but sometimes I Sleep so little it feels like I got nothing at all.

Cat or dog person?

Don’t make me pick! I grew up with both, and very partial to both.

How long would you survive in a zombie Apocolypse?

I wish I could tell you. I’d like to think I’d live awhile but I would probably be the ones who look like they have hope and then accidentally get taken out.

Are you trusting?

I used to be. I realized recently how thick my walls really are.

What fictional character do you identify with?

Sorry to be boring but nothing is coming to mind. But then again I never felt akin to anyone really?

What labels do you commonly get?

In high school I was called “the quiet one” if that tells you anything.

What song would be your life anthem?

Sunshine on my shoulders by John Denver is the only one coming to mind. I think I just want the feeling it gives me to be what I feel all the time.

What issues are you dealing with right now?

Two friends in the last month Um. Took their own lives. One being an old friend. I’ve never dealt with death. My brain doesn’t know how to handle it. I also think I might have ADD. But. That’s the tip of the iceberg rn

How can someone win you over?

Typically I’m drawn to people who are the loudest in the room. I like that their confident and can speak their minds but what wins me over about them is when they really open up. When I learn about the real then rather than the face that they put on. Most of the time it goes that way.

What’s something people don’t know about you?

I’m making a short film with some friends who go to Columbia. Should be out soonish.

I tag

@pvre-mourning @peacelovekiszka @fretavangleet @aint-no-denying @sosozoso

#tag games #bet you didnt want to know all that djd ya?

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booknerdateen · 5 years ago

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Halloween Book Recommendations!👻☠️🎃....Part 1

Hello, my loves!! If you saw my last post, then you know what’s coming. If not, let me tell you....I wanted to do a Halloween Book Recommendation post (long one) in the beginning of the month since it’s pre Halloween month-as I call it for right now. That didn’t happen for the last couple days because I was busy. But here we are! Now...be amazed of allllll the choices you got and even if some may not be your genre or type, that is okay!

📖 The Diviners Trilogy by Libba Bray

This series is one of my favorites...sadly I haven’t finished reading the 2nd book (Lair of Dreams), but with my Halloween binge I am planning on rereading and finishing it. This is 1920’s New York...nuff said. But anyways, we have different persoectives told in 3rd person (I have no idea which 3rd, cuz those I can’t remember for the life of me), who has abilities to see ghosts/future, etc... aka Diviners. Basically physics in other words. In the first one, they battle out this evil monster dude (which is creepy...the monster dude). Lair of Dreams deals with this mystery illness...I can’t say much for this one since I haven’t finished it yet. Before the Devil Breaks You is the 3rd and final book and I don’t know what that one is about.

The audiobooks-y’all do them-I have no comments. I read The Diviners physically (I didn’t really get into audiobooks till recently this year). I did try and listen to Lair of Dreams, but it wasn’t for me. i may give it another try, so no promises on this though. I have heard that they are really good, so hopefully they are as well for you.

📖Stalking Jack the Ripper Series by Kerri Maniscalco

This series is one of my favorites! I’m gonna say that for so many here, but I love this one to pieces to where I preordered the 3rd book (Escaping From Houdini) and also the 4th and final one (Capturing the Devil. CTD is being shipped on the 10th this month (6 DAYS) from my Barnes and Noble location, so I don’t know if it will arrive that day or not.

Anyways, this series follows Audrey Rose Wadsworth in the late 1800s dealing with the Ripper murders. The second involves Dracula, third is Houdini, and the fourth is H.H Holmes. Yes, America’s first serial killer! Sorry, I’m very excited about that. Being a girl in the 1800s/1900s, you’re not really have much to live for. Audrey rather do things that guys can do (forensics in this case), then being at tea parties. I don’t blame you, girl! Then, Thomas Cressworth comes in as well and they both solves these crimes together with the help of Audrey’s uncle (a mortician). If that doesn’t get your interest, then Idk what will.

📖Confessions Series by James Patterson

This series is more mystery than horror. I personally love James Patterson and he has always been one of my favorite authors. This one follows the Angel siblings after their parents’ mystery death (that mystery is the center of the first one (Confessions of a Murder Suspect). These siblings aren’t necessarily ordinary in some since. I don’t want to give away anything, but meds has the reason for that.

Tandy Angel (main character here) solves these murders/crimes throughout the books. The second one contains school murders (not shootings, thankfully) (Confessions: The Private School Murders). The third (Confessions: The Paris Mysteries) takes place in Paris, France. I have not read this one nor the 4th one (Confessions: The Murder of an Angel) so I don’t have any opinions on these ones. It is really good and if you’re a sucker for mysteries and James Patterson boos, then here you go!

📖The Women’s Murder Club by James Patterson

Another Patterson series...I’m a sucker for them. At first, I had called this the Number series because I didn’t know what the series was called and the only thing I knew was that they have numbers in the title.

Meet Lindsay Boxer (main character), homicide inspector for San Fran; Claire Washburn, medical examiner; Jill Bernhardt, assistant D.A.; and Cindy Thomas, San Fran Chronicle writer. 4 amazing chicks who kick butt, form the Women’s Murder Club to solve these murders. Freakin girl power! The chapters are quite short, sometimes longer, but usually short, which if you’re good with that, then cool, if not, that’s okay! I’m pretty sure the latest book of the series published is the 17th one...maybe 18th....one of those two. These are the ones I currently have.

📖The Merciless Series by Danielle Vega

If you love horror, possesion, all that stuff, you’ll love this series. I first discovered it on Facebook when the book trailer popped up. It was a interesting trailer and caught my tention. Couple years later, my senior year of high school, the book fair came (appears twice a year, this was the first appearance) and I had to buy it. It was $8 bucks, originally $10.99. If you are very religious, then maybe not this series. Lots of said people said its Mean Girls and the Craft mixed together.

The first two books follows Sophoa Flores as the main character. Sophia, being the new girl, befriends the 3 populare chicks (Plastics), who they want her to befriend this outsider (Brooklynn). Mean Girls basically but little bit reveresed. Then things happen. Spoilers, so I can’t really clarify it. Second is and it’s what the 2nd is also called....The Excorsim of Sophia Flores...DUN DUN DUNNNN. The third (Origins of Evil) is where Brooklynns story begins, so we know how Brooklynn became and what not. The 4th and final (The Last Rites) features a little bit of Sophia, but this main character is Berkley Hubbard, fresh out of rehab. Honestly, these books do scare me, but not like how when I watched the Conjuring the first time. Perfect read for Halloween season!

📖Mrs. Peregrine Series by Ransom Riggs

Now, I have not been able to finish the dang first book, so Idk. From what I have read and remeber, it is really good! It’s kind of horro...I don’t particularly think it is, but others do. This has mixed media, mainly pictures, but fascinating ones! The four books follows Jacob Portman and his friends of peculiar aka they have abilities and their adventures they have. If you’ve seen the movis, then you understand what I mean. Ransom’s writing is one of my favorites and having pictures/media in them makes me happy. I am a visual person, so the pictures help me a lot.

Anways, the first book is where Jacob is in the peculiar world where the peculiars live in this never ending time loop of the same day, but they rewind time before bombs happen aka Poland in WW 2. I’ve heard so many amazing things of this series! Jesse the Reader (booktuber) LOVES this series and he will recommend it to the end of time.

📖Visions Trilogy by Lisa McMann

These three books involve visions. If you have seen Medium (with Patricia...I cant remember her last name), then you will love Visions. They don’t involve any ghosts, so that’s a difference from Medium.

Here we have (Crash) Jules Demarco, who is seeing visions of this explosion everywhere. She realizes this explosion will happen very soon and she has to stop it before it happens. Not much, I know, but the next one (Bang) (sadly deals with a school shooting), her crush gets the visions this time. The third one (Gasp) has this random character who the two save last book ends up getting the visions then. This vision is a boat accident...a ferry to be precise, but nothing like Titanic...at least I don’t think so. This was a good series and really liked them. Easy to read in 1 day...unless y’all are busy and or a slow reader like me.

📖The Asylum Series by Madeleine Roux

Horror, ghosts, random past lives stuff! I only have the first two books (Asylum and Sanctum), but I think there is a third and one or two novellas. I love these guys! You get some pictures and letters in the books, so cool!

Here is Dan Crawford, who is spending the summe at the New Hampshire College Prep program. Abby Valdez and Jordan (no last name was given) are his new found friends at the program. The catch of all this, the newly built dorms is where the Brookline Asylum used to be. The three friends uncover secrets of their pasts and families and such. It’s such a good series.

📖The Twilight Saga by Stephanie Meyer

The infamous Twilight books. Y’all may have expected this or may not have. I do not have an opinion on this series just yet. I recently read Twilight for the first time and really liked it. That said, hopefully I will get to the other books and see where my opinions lie.

Everyone knows what this series is about, but if not, come to me. Isabella (Bella) Swan moves from the heat of Arizona (I feel you Bella) to the rainy world of Forks, Washington. There, she meets the Cullen siblings...mainly Edward...who happens to be vampires. Bella and Edward get closer and start dating and what not. Ah yes, the infamous woods scene where Edward is like “Say it!” to Bella, it actually happens in the car so casually. This series contains a love triangle of a human, vampire, and a werewolf.

📖The Chronicles of Vladmir Tod by Heather Brewer...okay it’s formerly Heather, but it is now Zac Brewer

I love this series...even though I only read the first two books and a little bit of the 3rd one. If you love vampires...well half human half vampire then yessss! Half human, Half Titan....Half human, half ghoul....if y’all watch anime, then you probably get the two references. Okay...onto the synopsis!

Vladmir Tod is the equivalent of...dang it what is the word....ahhh disgrace cuz he is half human and half vampire. In the vampire world, humans and vamps dont go together. He is raised by his Aunt Nelly, who of course knows he is half vampire. His best friend, Henry also knows. Throughout 8th Grade to 12th Grade, he’s gotta deal with bullies and vampire slayers. What a hard knock life for this dude.

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thirdd-degree · 6 years ago

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Eye of the storm

-im being forced to post this-

(WARNINGS: Deceit, seizure, self deprecation, and Memory Loss)

At first, Logan couldnt tell what was wrong. The normal schedule happened, He woke up at 7 o'clock, started breakfast (that was once pattons job but after he tried feeding them a monster of chocolate syrup and popcorn he intervened), woke up the others and sat down at the table with them, having a quiet conversation. Then it happened, almost off handedly.

"Where's Deceit?"

It was an innocent question, patton didnt mean and harm but Logan froze. It had just occured to him that they hadnt seen him in a while, even as Thomas had to tell a white lie to his friends because he forgot they were supposed to meet.

"Probably off washing dishes or cackling evily in a mirror while rubbing his hands" Virgil muttered from the counter where he sat

"Still, that is quite unordinary of him to not take any chance he has to pop up and use it..." Logan trailed off. Deceit fascinated him, he had even started meeting him behind the scenes. Logan had collected that he wanted the best for Thomas but used bad methods to acheive it. A nudge to his shoulder brought him back to attention. He realized during his thoughts a deep frown had sprung across his face and the others had started trying to get his attention "You okay there, Nerd?" A somewhat worried roman caught his attention. The others worry was replaced with confusion as he abruptly stood from the table. "Im going to go and find him." He stated with no room for discussion. Setting hus mug down quickly he strode quickly from the room.~He strode down the hall. The farther he got from the main hub, the older and the worse the conditions got. The lights had gone from brightly shining to dim and flickering. He knew that it would probably arise suspicion on how he knew where to go because he hadnt let the others in on their secret meetings. He always had fond thought when thinking about the 'slimey boy' (he made a mental note to check that at a later date for he has yet to confirm or deny that he was, in fact, a slimey boy) and their once formal meetings had turned into a past-time for the Logical side. He was shaken out of his thoughts as he turned a corner. And froze.

Down the hall way

'Three doors down. Chipped paint'

There was a black void billowing out and around the room.

'dirty yellow paint, peeling with time and uncare'

Sobbing was heard with pleads for something to stop.

'Hes in trouble'

Logan doesnt know how he got to the door way so fast. He stared into the dark void and felt uneasy as it stared back. Even in his unease. He took a deep breath. And plunged into the depth

The first thing he heard was sobbing. And then the voices were heard.

"Always right"

"Emotionless"

"Most liked side"

"Totally Necessary"

He was confused. Why was the person crying? The voices were nice enough. His head was growing fuzzy. Hiw didnhe get on his back? Where was he? How did he get here? Why was h-

"L-Logan?" A wavering voice came out through the buzz of voices. Like breaking a spell, everything cane rushing back to Logan as he shot up to find the voices owner.

"Deceit? What's wrong? What happened to your room? How long have you been in here? You- I- what is going on?!" Logan rambled like a broken floodgate. He managed to stumble his way to Deceit, confused because it felt like he wasnt stepping far enough, but too far at the same time. He collapsed next to Deceit pulling him in for a tight hug as the voices slowly became harsh and unforgiving.

"WORTHLESS"

"LEAST FAVORITE"

"UNNECESSARY"

Logan tightened his grip on Deceit as he looked around wildly. The room seemed to be unstable like it couldnt decide what it was.

"D-deceit? Whats happening?!" He realized his voice had started to waver and wobble.

"Theyre the t-truth... The truth behind y-your words, and R-Romans, a-and P-Pattons, a-and-d v-virg-Virgils" he paused for a sob that had Logan's heart become unraveled. "Theyre the hidden m-meanings behind everyone w-words"

"Hey its okay... Breathe... How do we get out of here?"

"I.. I can try to s-sink us out... B-but its dangerous.."

"No. If there is a possibility of you getting hurt we arent doing it." He knew he got too close to the side. "Lets just walk in a single direction. We have to hit a wall at some point." He stated before standing up, deceit slouching against him as he struggled to take a step forward.

It felt like they had been walking for hours but everytime it seemed like they were going to hit the wall it seemed to get farther.

"Come on just a little longer, s-stay with me-"

"I'm.. I'm sorry. This always happens"

"What do yo-"

"Its always the same. We get too close. And then you do something you think is logical but is stupid-"

"I'm not-"

"Youre not stupid. That's the same line you always say."

Deceit suddenly stopped. Doubling over.

"DEE. WH-"

"I-I'm... So-sorry..."

Deceits eye flashed yellow as his body jerked and seized. Logan was stunned before he tried helping Deceit. He looked around and it looked like the shadows were slowly inching away from them.

Deceit went still.

And then the shadows plunged into Logan.

Deceit woke with a groan. He looked around his demolished room. His brain snapped alert as he remebered what happened. He looked around and saw Logan, laying on his back, eyes shining yellow. Deceit shoved down the sob that wanted to crawl up his throat as he crawled over to him, resting a hand on his forehead. He focused on all the memories they had made this time. Slowly laying lies over them, erasing them, he drew back. He went over to his closet and made another tick to the wall of tallies.

"Twenty third time"

Logan jolted awake with a start. A strange man with what looked like scales covered half his face.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Deceit, Nice to meet you"

#ts sander sides #sander sides #sander side logan #sympathetic deceit #tw deceit #loceit #angst #ts deceit #ts logan #kai writes

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grs-the-neighborhood · 6 years ago

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Munchausen Young

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Height: Taller than Drake

Alignment: Young Blood Alliance (Chaotic Bad) Rank B

Age: 16

Birthday (Zodiac): June 12th (Gemini)

Species: Possibly a Genetically Enhanced Human (because Dr. Flug call her a monster)

Nationality: Mexian from her mom’s side and Asian from her dad’s (according to herself)

Relatives: Chase Young (Biological Father)

Dr. Flug and Black Hat (Grandpa?)

Demencia (Biological Mother)

Shen Mi and Drake (Half-Siblings)

Sedusa and Wuya (Half-Mothers)

Abilities: Rabbit-like Agility, Wall-Crawling ability, Stealth likes a snake, thievery learned from Cheshire, poison immunity, assasination skills learned from Cheshire, Playing the electric guitar (formerly), killer instinct, flexibility, and gymnastics.

Relationship:

505: Her “pillow”

Raleigh: They meet each other on obtains a Shen Ga Wu. When Munchausen lost a Xiaolin Showdown. She blush and compliments on his eyes. But Raleigh ignore her.

Appearance: Munchausen Young wear a modern Chinese style attire: a Red Chinese shirt with a teal hoodie over it, white arm warmers, black skirt with a belt, damaged maroon-and-black striped socks, and sandles. When she put on her hood it have a hood version of Chase Young in reptile form. Her left eye color is gold and the right eye color is hazel. Both of her pupils are snake-like pupils inherited from Chase’s gene. She have two piercings on her right eyebrow. Her green hair is straight and spiky all the way down to the back. She highlighted her hair and bang neon green to resemble her mom. She have two tattooed; the Black Hat Organization logo on the back of her neck (but it is hidden by a dog collar) and the acronym of the Young Blood Alliance on her tongue. She have cuts and bandages on her right leg and both arms from self-inflicted herself. She also wear a gothic attire when scouting on Thora, and as Harriet Quinet, a fake blond wig with red highlights and a Japanese uniform. She sometime wear a dress for dancing-and-assasin mission with angelic blue contact lens and have magenta highlights on her hair.

Background: Munchausen is born as a union between the YBA and the famous company that sold weapons to villains, the Black Hat Organization and her mother, Demencia is one of Chase’s candidates for a warrior child.

Demencia gave full custody of her daughter to Chase Young in disgust even though she was order to produce a child with him by Black Hat himself. Munchausen being raised by Chase made her became ruthless. However, at the age of 4, she learned affection and empathy from her mentor in assasin, Cheshire because Cheshire felt so sorry for her being a motherless child.

At the age of 8, Munchausen is force to lived in the Black Hat Mansion to replace Demencia whose she fell under coma at the Arkham Asylum, Black Hat. Black Hat taught her the Black Hat’s financial and business and how Demencia’s duties are perform. Munchausen ask Black Hat where her mom is, but he tell Munchausen that Demencia disowned and blamed her for her coma, causing her to fell in despair. But she highlighed her hair neon green and play the electric guitar to remeber her.

All the burden of being Chase’s daughter, in unlove by her own mom, and training to be Demencia’s replacement to the Black Hat organization and a member of the YBA, Munchausen starts to cutting herself at the age of 12.

This is a sign of her mental illness. Cheshire found out about her habit and she and Alisha try to help her problems. They remind her of her medication, give her methods of dealing with anxiety, and affection (including asking Black Hat and Chase to spend some time with her). Her self-inflicted cause her to withdraw from the YBA a few years, however she came back and join Insomniac.

Personality: Munchausen’s behaviour is childish, ruthless, destructive, and scatterbrained like her mom. However, her destructive behaviours does allow her to not only cause troubles for her own group, only to herself. Her Father’s Heylinan physiology and her Mother’s high adrenaline, seem to allow Munchausen enter a berserk state that she don’t realize until the damage is done. She can be a masochist.

In thievery, she is mature, calm, clever, and stealth thanks to being raised by Cheshire. She have great pride in thievery that she tell Chloe she stole 34 Shen Ga Wu, such as the Lasso Boa Boa (But Ethan took it).

However, in a difficult situation, she start having a mental breakdown.

Relationships:

Her siblings: She have a poor bond with her siblings. Shen Mi is glad that she have a big sister to talk about fashion and music. Drake is annoyed that he have another sibling, and disrespect her of how she commiting to the YBA.

Other Relatives: Munchausen admired her role model, mentor, and foster mom, Cheshire so much that she wanted to be like her one day. However, she have a hard time showing her affection to Black Hat and Chase Young because she know that affection is not for them, only evil and honour. However she did show affection to Dr. Flug by attacking him with her fists and helping him with his science experiments, even though it always end up in a boom. She did want to l learn biotechnology secretly with him, but does not show it.

Raleigh: She have a crush on Raleigh so much she became his stalker.

Violet and Claymore: Her best friends

Lucky: As Harriet she enjoy his inventions, but as Munchausen she destroy them.

Quotes:

Introduction: “I am Munchausen Young, successor to the employee, Demencia of Black Hat Organization. I am also the 3rd best thief!“

1. Munchausen have a puppet version of Raleigh, but not Kingsley because Drake took her two of her puppet version of Kingsley and gave it to Renee and Alex.

2. Munchausen’s favorite color is Blood Red.

3. Munchausen’s favorite food is Burrito that contained Crickets inside it.

4. Munchausen’s favorite TV show to watch is Dexter and

5. Munchausen used to play the electric guitar, but she got been “curse” by Black Hat to never play any instruments due to playing his organ.

6. Update: If Munchausen ever meets her mentor's daughter, Scarlet of The Firstborns from TNA by @thepaladincosplays, Scarlet would stays away from her because she believe her mother is testing her.

#character list #froppy-butterflyfan2000 #repost #submission

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nightwingswing · 7 years ago

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The family’s girl: Interlude [Jason’s Date] (chapter 7)

Hello my lil’ wings!!

This chapeter is an interlude about the readers and Jasons date in chatper 7.

For some reason this part of the chapter was erased, so i re-wrote it and published it as an interlude.

Im very sorry for this mistake! But in compensation, their date is described in detail!

Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4 Part5 Part6 Part7 [INTERLUDE] (we are here) Part8 Part9 Part10

Tags: @hamsterforlive @plethora-of-things @wonderlace19 @totallovelesson @crazyfreckledginger @algentforthewin @lastbeliever @redbird-97 @superawesomegeek @blackcat995 @cutiedaij @electra-writes33 @conspiracy-teen @redbird-97

If you want to be tagged in this or any of my fics, feel free to message me anytime! ❤ ❤

And dont forget to vote who will the reader go to the Wayne gala with in the Part 9

¡Now enjoy!

You were officially screwed.

Who knew the youngest Wayne was capable of falling for someone? In a couple of days?

Worst thing?

He was possessive.

To make the scene worse.

Tim had decided to come every. day.

Super great.

“Seriously Drake, (y/n) has a better taste than you regarding clothes, so let her choose what she wants.” Damian glared at Tim, who had been holding a rather ugly dress.

“Excuse me? This is all the rage!” Tim exclaimed.

“Sure, makes designers rage, that’s for sure.” Dami scoffed

You looked at them an amused/done expression on her face.

“Boys, please…”

“But! Have you seen his taste in clothes?! You deserve so much better!” Damian exclaimed.

“Im going to try this one I choose. “ You changed quickly, the red dress hugging your form nicely. You smiled at your reflexion and went to see the boys.

When the two saw you they stopped fighting, they blushed and Tim smiled at you.

“You look beautiful, (y/n).” Tim praised you. Damian blushing scoffed.

“She looks beautiful every day.”

“Awwww” you coed and hugged Damian. “ I knew you liked me!” Damian plushed you away, blushing.

“Of course I do. If not, I won’t put up with Drake and you.” Dami looked away.

“Anyway, why are you buying a fancy dress?” Tim asked.

“..I got a date, remember? With Jason? He invited me to have dinner.” Tim eyes widened and Damian broke one of the mannequins.

“Dami?” You asked looking at him.”Why-“

“I didn’t like the outfit it wore”

“Oh.”

Tim mentally raged on Jason and his stupid bad boy charm, and his stupid leather jacket.

“It’s the hair and the jacket, right?!” Tim shake you. “I thought our kiss mean something!”

“What’ Timmy of course it meant something! But our date isn’t like that! Im sure someone like Jason has a lot of girls on his feet!”

“You sure?” Tim pouted.

“I am” You got out of Tim’s hold and started walking to the changing room. “And anyway, I’m not your girlfriend” Tim bite his lip and Damian smirked at him.

“Such a coward, Drake”

“Shut up, demon”

Jason was gonna get it tonight.

///*\\\

“HEY HEY HEY! TIMBO WHAT YOUR DEAL?!” Jason tried to block all of Tim’s punches.

“YOU ASKED (Y/N) ON A DATE!”

“WELL, I LIKE HER SO WHAT?” Jay blocked a fierce punch from Tim .

“SHE’S MINE!” Tim kicked Jason.

“SHE HAS NO OWNER, SHES A PERSON!”

“ROBIN SHUT UP WHEN THE OLDERS ARE TALKING!”

“WHAT GOING ON OVER HERE!?” Batman growled.

“SHIT!”

“LANGUAGE!” Batman growled at his sons. “now what the hell is going on?!”

“…”

“shit, who was talking to him?”

“Talk.”

“Oh look, Scarecrow is on the loose!” Tim yelled. “lets go!” They turned their communicators off so Batman couldn’t hear and the robins disappeared.

“…” Batman batglared at his computer.

///*\\\

You were getting dressed for your date when Damian knocked on you door.

“Come in!” You smiled at Damian who stiffened when he saw you “Ah, Dami, could you help me with the zipper?” He zipped it up and you turned around. “You need something?”

“Why are you going out with Todd?” Damian asked.

“Well, he asked me out so we could know each other’s better.” You smiled and the boy frowned. When he opened his mouth to say something a bike’s Clackson was heard.

“Oh that must be Jay! I called Tim to look out for you, I’ll be back in 2 hours. Please don’t break anything!” You hugged a blushing angry Damian and opened the door.” Tim come in! I’ll be back in 2 hour! Please try to not break anything” You kissed Tim’s cheek and ran outside.

Jason whistled at you as you walked to him, he gave you a spare helmet and you sat behind him on his bike.

“Where to?” You asked.

“To my favorite (f/f) restaurant” Jason said.

“Oh, I love (f/f)! “

Jason speed up while Tim and Damian observed by the windows, they glared at his brothers back until it wasn’t visible anymore.

“We are following him, right?” Tim smirked

“Dam right” Damian smirked.

///*\\\

You and Jason were eating (f/f) peacefully, laughing and meeting yourselves better.

Jason liked what he saw.

He liked it a lot.

“Why did you decide you we’re coming to Bludhaven?”

“oh, well…”You bite you lip, shyly “ I wanted to get as far as possible from home”

“Why?” Jason held your hand and you blushed.

“….” You sighed “I wanted to show my parents than I can live on my own. That I’m older”

“…”

“You think that’s childish?” You sighed.

“No…I can relate somehow. There was a time I wanted to overcome the shadow of another” Jay looked away.

“Did you did it?”

“…” for a moment, he looked pained.

“No need to tell me, really” You smiled and Jason smiled back.

“Thanks” Jason moved his chair so he could be closer to you.

Jason and you talked and laughed for an hour, ignoring the two jealous birds stalking you two.

///*\\\

“Do you want me to show you something?” Jason smirked.

“What?” You asked curious.

“My favorite place when I was a kid.” You nodded and followed him.

Jason and you entered a dirty barely illuminated alley. He held your hand the whole time in as he pointed at a fire escape.

“Follow me, (n/n)” he smiled as he let go of your hand, you felt his warm hand leaving yours as he jumped on a fire escape.

“Come on, (n/n)! i know you can do it!” he smiled at you as he held his hands out for you.

You ran to the fire escape and grabbed his hands, he smiled at you wide and pulled you up, without leting your hand go, the two of you run up to the stairs to the rooftop, giggling the whole time.

The two of you laughed harder as an old lady opened her window to yell at both of you.

“KEEP QUIET, VANDALS!!!!!OR IM GOING TO CALL THE POLICE!!” She screamed. “this younglings!!!” she huffed as she closed her window.

Once you two where up, Jason and you sat on the groud laughing softly, He was looking mesmerized at your cute soft laugh and happy smile.

“Now” he said as you looked at him. “Close your eyes, i want to show you the best part.” he smiled

“Okay!” you smiled, closing your eyes. He covered your eyes to assure you wouldnt peek.You blushed as you feelt his big, calloused warm hands covering your eyes.

He felt your eyelashes tickle his hand as his heart beated faster.His hands become sweaty as his cheeks burned red. He pulled his hands away of your face, not wanting you to notice how nervous he was.

“Keep your eyes closed” He whispered in your ear, making the hairs in your back stand in pleasure.

“O-okay” you smiled shyly as he helped you up.

He let go of your hands and set his jacket on the ground.

“Still,no peeking (n/n)” He smiled as you pouted

“fiiiine!” he held your hands again and guided you to the jacket.

“Sit and lay on your back” he said with a soft voice as with his help, you did as he said. Without opening your eyes, you laid on your back on the leather jacket, you felt a warm body lay next to yours. Jason laid in the cold unforgiving ground as you layed secured in his jacket, he smiled at your profile and his pinky rubbed against yours.

“Open your eyes now” Jason whispered, still looking at you with warm cheeks and a sweet smile. you uncovered them:

Your mouth hanged open in awe as you smiled, looking up at the sky of Gotham, illuminated by the multicolored lights of the neon bars. The colors fly around, like the artic sky, the most powerful starts shine betwen the magenta, blues and greens. In the far distance the yellow light of the batsignal shined brightly. The loud sound of traffic blocked by the height as you gasped as the bright meteor shower started.

“It’s beautiful…” You awed.

“I know...” Jason blushed as he still looked mesmerized at the lights dancing on your beautiful skin. He coughed, tearing his gaze of your beauty so he wont be caugh. “Its where I hided and came to relax when I was younger. here...I felt safe, felt free, felt like the stars and the lights sang me Gotham’s lullaby….* he sighs, remebering his childhood. the night he spends crying on the same spot, hugging his legs and letting Gotham’s light ease his fears. “You are the only one who knows about it.” Jason blushed looking at you, your face illuminated by the lights.

“I’ll keep as a secret!” You smiled, looking at his blushing face. “I promise” Jason smiled back at your closed eyed smile. You grabbed his hand and he blushed even harder. “This will be our safe haven” your (e/c) eyes twinkled, as the light reflected on jason’s icy blue eyes. His smile became warmer as his heart beated almost like it was goign to explode.

“Yeah…ours” Jason smiled, looking up at the sky, his hold on your hand tighten.

He swallowed the butterflies in his stomach, he was afraid...

he had just fell in love with (y/n) (l/n).

///*\\\

Jason gave you a ride back to your home, you two decided to meet again next week to go to the movies. And that you could anytime go to his secret haven as it was yours too.

You gave him a kiss on the cheek as goodbye and entered your building. Once inside you let the blush and the silly smile free. Jason had make you all tingly.

You opened your door to find Damian sitting in the dark, he turned on the light as you entered the apartment.

“Where were you?”

“umm, out?” You closed to door and turned the lights on, then walked towards your room. Damian followed you.

“You said 2 hours!”

“And??”

“You were out for 3!”

“oh Damian, I’m so sorry! Did Tim leaved an hour ago? Have you eaten!?”

“He leaved half an hour ago and yes. I cooked as Drake can’t even do an omelet.”

“Can I do something to make it up to you?” You hugged him.

“…Take me to the zoo”

“Okay”

“AND you take me to eat on the new vegetarian place.”

“Okay!”

“Now, go to sleep, (y/n).”

“Okay…good night, dami” You kissed his forehead and he quickly kissed your cheek.

“Night, (y/n).” He opened his door and closed it behind him.

You smiled at his cuteness and closed your door, you changed into your pajamas and fell face first on the bed, you hugged your pillow.

Now you had even MORE conflicting feelings.

You felt your eyes closing from the tiredness of the day, your muscles relaxing and you fell asleep.

The last thing you saw was a mop of black hair setting next to you on the bed and hugging you, their head buried in your neck.

///*\\\

Oh snap.

It was Damian.

…

If you wake him up he’ll be all ashamed you found out and he will be angry.

On the other hand

If you pretended you were sleeping until he wakes up you’ll be late for your classes.

Dammit.

To be, or not to be: that is the question

Maybe you could wake him up AND preted you are asleep!

Brilliant!

Thank you!

Softly you kissed his cheek and kicked him, when he started moving you turn your back to him and pretend you were asleep.

He woke up, looked as if you were asleep and leaved your room sneakily.

You smiled when he closed the door and high fived the air.

Your plan has worked!

You quickly got up, showered and brushed your teeth.

You prepared a quick breakfast for Dami and when you saw him enter the kitchen you bid him goodbye.

Damian started eating and contemplating how to ask you to come to his father’s gala next week.

He was cleaning his dishes when someone come in thought the windows. Damian glared and grabbed the broomstick, ready to kick the ass of whoever dared to enter HIS house-I mean (Y/N) house!

He sneacked up to the living room, and prepared to attack when the figured turned around.

“Grandfather?!”

[Continue reading in Chapter 7]

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