#How Can A 14 Year Old Boy Grow Taller Fast

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Hiii! Do you think Harry stopped growing at 17? If he was as tall as James in DH I would imagine he was taller than his father. I have three brothers and my family is full of male cousins and they all had growth spurts after 17. I could see him growing another couple of inches after the war. His mind and body is finally at peace after 16 years. I always hc him to be 6’0-6’2 at the age of 21.

As far as Harry being scrawny… aren’t most teenage boys? My brothers were into sports and didn’t get into the gym until they were done with high school. With the profession he’s in I would assume fitness would be a requirement for the role. Yeah, you have a wand but what if it breaks or you lose it? He has a huge target on his back having defeated the darkest wizard of all time, and I can’t imagine him not learning how to physically defend himself and his loved ones. I don’t see him a huge buff gym junky, but I do see him as someone who has a lean athletic figure and someone who concentrates more on leg day than arm day. I think going to the gym would be an escape for him and help him decompress. I know the hp world prefer a shorter skinny hero (probably because of Daniel Radcliffe) who looks like an underdog, however every underdog grows up and barely anyone has the same physique as their teenage self.

Honestly, all this differs a lot with genetics. Harry's growth spurts in the books reminds me of my younger brother. Like, my brother was like 5'2 at 15, then, in like, one month near his 16th birthday, he grew to 5'10 and when he was around 19 he grew again by two inches. So, Harry could definitely still grow taller, but we don't really have a way to know.

Like, men can still grow in height until their late 20s, and it's possible James didn't even finish his growth since he died at 21, so he might've grown even taller if he survived to 25. Like, that's possible. I just don't really have evidence for or against besides saying, yes, it's possible, but I wouldn't call it likely since it's highly individual and based on genes. Like, I know guys who stopped growing at 16 and have been stuck at the same height since then. I also know guys who are 25 and still grow taller. It's the magic of genetics.

Muscle mass, physique, and the ability to gain weight are also heavily dependent on genetics and age. Men in their teens and early 20s usually have a much higher metabolic rate, which keeps them lean regardless of how much they eat (again, genetics play a big role here and this isn't true for everyone). Physical activity like Quidditch, would make the already fast metabolism faster. This naturally fast metabolism, combined with certain genetic makeup, can leave you looking lean regardless of how much you go to the gym as well. Some men need to reach their mid-20s before they can actually start gaining the weight necessary to appear buff.

I think Harry would look less lean as he got older. Like, I can hardly imagine a Harry in his mid to late 30s being as lean as 16-year-old Harry. I think his physique will change as he grows, as happens to most people. But I agree with you I don't see him as a super buff gym dude at any point in his life. He's always on the leaner side in my head, but this is all in headcanon territory since it isn't covered by the books.

I would like to add that all the super short and scrawny descriptions of Harry come from the first 4 books when these descriptions are correct. In book 6 Harry is thin, but no one describes him as a scrawny boy with knobbly knees past book 4. Not even he himself. So I definitely see Harry of the final 3 books as more lean than scrawny.

And yeah, you're right about Radcliffe messing up everyone's mental image of Harry, both in looks and personality. It's one of the things that bother me most about the movies. And, everyone can headcanon whatever they want, but I personally don't like short Harry (when he's older, when he's 14, make him short). It's not his canon character and when writers write him short, it's sometimes accompanied by him being written as too passive and meek for my liking because Harry James Potter is not passive or meek. (Radcliffe Harry in the movies is much more passive, hence the skewed mental image I mentioned, but I digress).

Besides, while malnourishment and food intake could affect one's growth, people tend to overlook the 6 years of Hogwarts and Molly's food which would be a huge boost during his puberty years in which he's having most of his growth. Additionally, some people's food intake matters less to their physical development than others — again, I can't stress enough how specific genetic makeup is super important in all this discussion.

TL;DR

Harry might grow taller to be 6' or 6'2. We don't have any evidence for or against really, so it's up to your preference on what you want to headcanon. But it's definitely super possible. If Lily was taller than the average it would even be likley (but I couldn't find any notes on Lily's or Petunia's height). In the books, he is very lean, and it's a combination of a lot of different factors working together: his lifestyle, genetic makeup, and yes, being a teenage boy with the fast metabolism that comes with it. As Harry grows up, he'd probably want to stay fit, but to what degree is also in personal headcanon territory (I personally don't like him becoming an Auror, but that's my preferred headcanon. I still see him staying pretty fit out of paranoia, sort of. I mean, he spent all his teenage years with a Damocles sword over his head. He literally died. I think he's allowed to be a little hypervigilant after that. I mean, he already is, but you get the point).

[crambonn]

Regarding the time/ages of Mother 3 Characters...

HUGE SPOILER WARNING!

This is all pretty obvious stuff, but I've been thinking for a long while about the ages of the Mother 3 (main/main-ish) characters. So, using canonical facts and assumptions from visual clues, here's my guess on the age of the Mother 3 main characters, including my guess on how long the Tazmilians have been in the village:

I'm going to start with Kumatora first, because she has the most information on her age:

Leder states that Kumatora was an infant when they arrived to the island on the white ship.

Within the original Japanese Mother 3 debug room, Kumatora and Lucas's age can be fast-forwarded (The prompt is applied to both, so this may be inaccurate). The game gives you two choices for this: 少年 (Shounen: 5-14 years old) and 青年 (Seinen: 15-24 years old). (I found these age ranges here if you are curious!)

It should also be noted that Kumatora's sprite changes to be taller in Chapter 4 and onwards, so we can assume in chapter 2 that she's not done growing yet. (Or she could just be wearing platformers in chapter 4. Who knows?)

Before pulling the sixth needle, Ionia tells Kumatora that she's "The prettiest she's ever been now".

So, a rough age range for Kumatora could be 12-14 years old pre-timeskip and 15-17 years old post-timeskip. She could be older judging from her Club Titiboo appearance but that's up for debate whether she lied about her age or not.

Oh yeah, she's also been living on the Nowhere Islands for as long as she has lived :)

Moving on to Lucas/Claus:

They were both born roughly 4+ years after the white ship reached the Nowhere Islands, judging from Kumatora's age range.

According to the Mother 3 fandom wiki, Lucas/Claus's ages in the unreleased Earthbound 64 were going to be 7 pre-timeskip. However, this may only apply to the 64 version as it was originally planned to have a 10-year time skip.

Lucas/Claus's post-time skip sprites are similar to Ness's, who is 12 years old in Mother 2 and 13 years old in Earthbound.

In unused text found on the cutting room floor, a receptionist refers to presumably Lucas as "Little boy." This could have just been a ploy by Porky to further degrade Lucas and gang, however.

Meaning that Lucas/Claus's ages could be 7-10 years old pre-timeskip and 10-13 years old post-timeskip.

Since they were born after everyone came to Tazmily not much to say about when they came.

Now Duster:

Duster's a little hard to guess, but we do have some general clues, the obvious ones posted on the wiki:

His dad, Wess, is very old, judging from the way the villagers exclude him from dangerous situations because of his age.

He has facial hair and is very tall, along with having a unique face shape similar to some of the adult male characters.

A pigmask soldier notes that Duster seems "drunk," meaning that he's probably old enough/looks to be old enough to drink alcohol. (The legal age to drink alcohol in Japan is 20 years old.)

His sprite does not change post-timeskip.

Now, here are some things not mentioned on the wiki:

One of the zombies that Duster fights in Chapter 2 says, "Oh my! Ggg... Is that you, Duster?! My, how you've gggggrown!" One other zombie also refers to Duster by name. If the memories the zombies have aren't fabricated, this implies one of two things: That Duster probably arrived to the islands at a much younger age, and that Tazmily has already dealt with death, albeit not tragic death.

Duster refers to himself as "俺 (Ore)", which is used a lot by Japanese males casually (Most people just use 僕 (Boku) or 私 (Watashi)), but this doesn't really matter as Kumatora also refers to herself as 俺 because she's a tomboy girlboss

A lot of the younger adult villagers are quite casual with Duster, compared to Flint, who most of them are very respectful to. (Respecting elders and all that.)

It's implied by one of the villagers that he may be balding in the Japanese version (I forget who though.)

So, Duster's age range is much wider: Pre-timeskip could be 18-30 years old and post-timeskip could be 21-33.

Using Kumatora's age, we can assume that Duster arrived on the Nowhere Islands at around 6-16 years old.

Onto Flint:

We get pretty vague clues on his age, so let's just go off of those B)

He has facial hair, and like Duster, his face shape is unique like most other adult male characters and he's relatively tall.

He's known Lighter since he was a kid, and Lighter seems to have grayish hair along with a son of his own.

He's bald as a bean. 53% of men lose some of their hair at around 45 years old (Source is here), but it can occur at any age. To add on to this, it can be noted that Flint is bald pre-timeskip- The little popping down animation he does after you choose something for him to do in a battle is proof of this. (However, in Mother 64, he was planned to go bald after the 10 year timeskip in this version.)

He doesn't have gray hair, which indicates that he's probably younger than 60 years. Sure, while an argument could be made that people of any adult age could get gray hair, people under middle-age might have gray hair because of stress or genetics. Considering that Flint doesn't particularly live a stressless life and still has dark brown hair, you get what I mean.

He's a father of two. Not much else to say there.

We know that he's been on the Nowhere islands for at least 11 years pre-timeskip because Hinawa presumably gave birth to the twins 4+ years after they arrived.

So we can assume that he could be anywhere between 30-50 years old pre-timeskip and 33-53 years old post-timeskip. :)

Flint arrived on the Nowhere Islands pretty young. Around 18-36 years old.

Hinawa:

Hinawa's age is kinda hard to find. Even though she's a pretty major character story-wise, we know barely anything about her other than she's nice, pretty and Lucas and Claus's mother.

We can just sort of assume she's around Flint's age (Maybe a tad younger?) and arrived at the island at the same age Flint did.

If I'm missing something please let me know.

Boney time:

Well, he is a dog, and he's a pretty energetic dog, so he's probably older than a puppy but younger than an elder.

I read some forums that said he might be a chocolate lab, whose lifespans are 10-12+ years old.

He's unheard of in the flashback of baby Lucas and Claus (In the final fight) so he probably came after them.

He's pretty energetic and can use the full extent of his brain, so he's probably at peak age.

From this, we can assume Boney is 1-3 years old pre-timeskip and 4-6 years old post-timeskip. Since Boney is very young, he is most likely only a descendant of dogs that were brought over from the old world.

Salsa Monke Time:

He is Monke!

He has a girlfriend which implies that he is at mating age. Depending on the species of monkey, this could be anywhere from 2-8 years old.

That's all I can really go off of ;-; I might be missing something though. Do let me know if I am!

So we can assume that Salsa could be anywhere between 2-8 years old pre-timeskip to 5-11 years old post-timeskip. I'm not sure if Salsa is a native to the Nowhere Islands, but looking at the unused attract mode there is a cutscene where he's seen in Murasaki forest.

And there you have it folks! The estimates of the ages of the Mother 3 cast!! Once again, let me know if I missed anything!

[yourflowersfirst]

day 1,460- june 30. exactly 4 years.

trigger warning

pages 272-280

imagine, for a few minutes, that you’re me. maybe not the best thing to imagine. do it anyway, humor me a bit. 

you’ve been a girl on the internet since you were 10 years old, due to loneliness and boredom since you live in ohio. you have few friends and feel some deep rooted desire to be special to someone. it’s genetic. since that age, you’ve been both restricting how much food you eat and a thing for adult men to enjoy sexually. that second thing started when you were 6, actually, but that’s a small detail. unimportant for now.

so, you’ve been an object from the day you gained consciousness. you eventually go into middle school and you’re ugly, the ugliest bitch to walk the earth. you have crooked teeth, glasses, and stupid red hair. not to mention too many freckles. boys ask you out as a joke or as a dare, or straight up call you ugly to your face. you play minecraft a lot and listen to pierce the veil or sleeping with sirens or bring me the horizon. you play clarinet. you have some friends, and men online still like to call you a cumslut and tell you that you have “fuck me” eyes. so maybe it's not all bad. at least you're attractive to someone. even if they are in their 30’s.

high school starts and you don’t gain any weight during puberty. you grow taller but you stay 93 pounds. you grow out your bangs and stop begging your mother to let you dye your hair. the red hair is okay, you decide. not pretty, but okay. you love marching band (specifically bass clarinet now) and horseback riding, and start dating some men and women in band but they’re all terrible to you. one in particular plays tenor drums and begs you to send nudes to him every other night on snapchat. you say yes to keep him happy, and for a time, this strategy works. he’s funny in a self deprecating way, but the deprecation gets old really fast. he's your first kiss but it's kind of disgusting. you’re 14 and a half. he dumps you over text months later. 

you date a girl a year later who also doesn’t like eating. you’re forced to consume calories by the eating disorder clinic you’re forced to go to. your mom sneaks ensure shakes into your food. you still aren’t gaining weight- between marching band and purging, you stay 93 pounds as you turn 16 and begin driving. you have to be hospitalized and a tube is forced in your nose. you do finally gain a bit of weight- 93 morphs into 99. the doctors at the eating disorder clinic cheer and tell you its progress; you want to carve your skin off.

said girl is triggering you, constantly. she's losing weight and encourages you both to not eat- inadvertently. you’re toxic together but you love her a lot. your band friends are sick of hearing you bitch about these things, so you two eventually break up. men resume taking advantage of you and you’re an object once again.

you do have some good memories from high school- mostly from band, mostly the trombones and your younger sister being your family and loving you when you cannot love yourself. you treasure them and miss them all the time years from now, even though they probably don't think about you much.

as you get closer to graduating high school, you date some older guys for a time. boys in your school don't look at you twice. you’re never truly happy with them; they keep hurting you over and over. physically and mentally. your mom cries because of you a lot. your grades, your mental illnesses, the boys you date. they all hurt her heart, and yours is almost nonexistent anymore.

you graduate high school and move 2,500 miles away. it feels freeing, you love it. you can starve yourself in peace but the birth control you were forced on makes you gain weight despite eating close to nothing. you love the palm trees and cacti and dutch bros coffee. your freckles get dark due to all the sun. you get an A in your criminology seminar. you lose your virginity in the back of your shitty car to a man who swears up and down he loves you, then ghosts you 2 weeks later. you start doing online sex work. if you’re gonna be objectified and exploited, might as well make money off it. you meet vincent, one of your best friends. you and him go to local bands house shows all the time, and enjoy getting coffee and playing star wars MMORPGs together. covid happens.

you move back to ohio during quarantine, spending march-august of 2020 stuck in the rural midwest. the summer approaching is still. quiet. almost dead. cicadas cry out every night and you lay out in the grass of your childhood home's backyard, hoping to sink into the dirt.

you turn 19. you start dating kyle, someone you kind of knew a few years ago but reconnected with via instagram once covid hit. he is sweet and good and has adorable cats. though you're allergic to said cats. he is tall and big and kisses you good. you two mostly drive around exploring springfield, yellow springs, dayton. or you’re napping together, which is way less fun. your ‘96 chevy malibu always smells like smoke and warm motes of dust. the sun is out often. you and your sister are best friends and hang out as frequently as possible.

something shifts. it’s subtle, hardly noticeable. but there’s an unease, like something is about to snap. your boyfriend judges you, ignores your wants, and makes off putting comments, but it’s not too bad, right?

kyle is no longer sweet and good. somehow you missed the signs, or maybe he manipulated you expertly, who knows? something shifted in him weeks after you began dating; he is now demanding and cruel. he yells at you and calls you a whore, a bitch, a dumb anorexic. he wants things from you. always wanting and taking, never giving anything in return. his bedroom stinks like kitty litter and sweat. he tells you to stop being friends with every guy you know or else he’ll “do something about it”. you’re suddenly isolated and friendless altogether, scared shitless of your own boyfriend. one of your friends is deployed in the navy. your other friends don’t hear from you for hours, days, weeks. you disappear. if you disobey and text someone- especially a man, kyle yells at and threatens you. every time you try to break up with him, he drives to your house with a bat or knife. sitting, waiting. you tell no one. you’re terrified he’ll make good on one of his threats.

one day, he does. you’re crying at his place over your weight- is 110 pounds fat? kyle starts kissing you and feeling you, he’s getting hard. you’re not reciprocating, you’re too distraught, too full of self loathing. he starts initiating sex with you; you try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he pins you down. you say “no”. he forgets what “stop” means. he isn’t listening to you begging him to get off you, to get out of you. he’s twice your size, and he has crawled in and infected any goodness you have left, pinning you down and leaving gross marks. this is the first of many times this will happen.

when you try to get away next time, a few days later, he grabs one of his smaller knives and digs it into your back. you’re crying. he’s still fucking you. it hurts. you’re bleeding from your groin and your lower spine. he doesn’t care. he spits down at you, sneers, grabs your hair so hard it gets ripped out.

you’re glad you’re on birth control now. it’s the first week of july, 2020, and you live and die at kyle’s words. whatever he wants, he gets, whenever he wants it. never mind that he lives 40 minutes away in his grandparents' garage. every time you try to leave him, he drives to your house, threatens you and your sister. the police, you knew, won’t believe a word you say. so you wait and endure, despite the permanent damage he will do to you.

you’re raped at least once a week. any sexual desire you once felt was gone, bleeding out on the floor over and over again. you have bruises everywhere except your face. your parents raise their eyebrows but don’t ask questions; you’re an adult now and can handle this alone. you have 2 friends: your sister and a girl you knew from band. that’s it. kyle looks at your activity and location, always. if you’re online but ignoring his texts, he calls you. tells you he’s coming over. tells you he wants to marry you. tells you that you’re his and no one else’s. tells you that he just doesn’t trust you to be friends with anyone else. makes you cry so often that when you go to his house, you bring your makeup to touch up when your mascara and eyeliner run. 

finally, august rolls around. you have to go back to asu, go live with vincent. kyle lets you leave, but promises to book a flight every 4 weeks to make sure you're on your best behavior. you sneakily don’t tell him your apartment’s new address. the day you board the plane to go to tempe, you block kyle on everything, tell your sister to keep an eye out. he, thankfully, stops driving to your childhood home. he is out of your life.

you are finally free. 

except you’re not.

a few weeks later, the nightmares begin. violent, visceral, ultra realistic. constantly reliving the assaults. online classes are impossible to focus in when you keep having flashbacks and are very sleep deprived. you wake up screaming every other morning. you never want to date a man again. not after kyle was so sweet in the beginning, but so monstrous near the end. you blame yourself. it’s your fault. you should have fought harder, screamed louder. it wasn’t “real” rape. maybe you are just a stupid slut. maybe you asked for it, maybe you should have known better and seen the signs, maybe you like it rough, maybe you provoked him. you feel dirty and used, more than you ever did at 6 years old. you have multiple panic attacks a day. your grades slip. once you had all A’s, now you’re lucky if you manage a C. you rarely get out of bed. you’re scared of most men but feel stupid for being so scared. when you do leave your bedroom, you’re half dead, a zombie. thick bags under your eyes, classes dropped, no hobbies other than watching tv and movies. no friends minus vincent, your roommate.

you get a dog named fuji who helps you tremendously. she is obnoxious and has her problems but you love her. she gives you a reason to not kill yourself, though you desperately want to. you stay alive only for fuji and your little sister. you cut yourself again, the same way you did in high school. you’re punishing yourself for being a slut, but at least you aren't dead yet. it's 2021. the scars eventually white over and fade over time, but they have still not gone away completely.

a year goes by, then 2, then 3. it does get easier- you try therapy, but it’s expensive. time, your friends, and the dry heat has healed you the most. you tell your family about what kyle did, and they don’t know what to say. they’re not outraged or weepy the way families of rape victims are on tv shows. maybe they don’t care or understand. you slowly repair old friendships he destroyed, and you build new ones from scratch, too. it feels good to know they’re safe from him. you consider pressing charges but know you won’t be believed, not by the police, prosecution, or a jury. the defense will claim you just like rough sex and want revenge after a bad breakup by falsely accusing him. plus you're a sex worker and will never get the benefit of the doubt. "where's the evidence?" people will ask, and it makes you nauseous to think that your story isn't evidence enough. you grow your hair out, continue doing said sex work, and it makes you a good amount of money. plus, it helps your confidence, and you know you’re safe in this environment. this is sex on your own terms, and you can say “no” whenever you want and know you won’t get in trouble. it's just a job- 99% acting, but there's a release in it. it’s weirdly cathartic. people judge you all the time, you get death threats from strangers. your skin grows incredibly thick. you’re not hurting anyone and you’re making money from what is all acting and making social media posts- the death threats are laughable. nothing in your mind could be as bad as kyle.

you do try to date again, a year and a half after you escaped kyle. to no avail. men still don’t want you. girls don’t notice you. this is a fact that never seems to change, even today. men lead you on but they always eventually leave, or they show their true colors and you need to leave them. many judge you for being raped or for doing sex work, or both. you make your peace with this. someday, you hope, you won’t be alone romantically. when the time is right and you meet the right person. someone nonjudgmental, someone totally safe and reassuring, warm, someone who makes you laugh and feel pretty. someone who will respect and still love you when you say “no”. you still have hope. for now, you are content to love your friends, family, dog. you do wish someone would hold you, though. someone to hold you with no undertones of violence, no threat of them leaving you like others have.

it has been 4 years since kyle first raped you. you feel mostly okay most of the time. you eat at least one meal a day, you go for runs, you got contact lenses, tattoos you designed, and hair extensions. people from middle/high school say you’re so pretty now, most likely not as a joke the way it was when you were 12. you laugh. they didn’t notice you then, and you don’t notice them now. many from high school still live in rural ohio, most stayed right in central ohio. you listen to ethel cain and it reminds you of them and that town.

your college grades have improved a lot the past 2 years. in person classes resuming and the time to heal from kyle helped you tremendously. you make the dean’s list in the spring of 2024. you only have panic attacks once or twice a month, and you only have nightmares about kyle once a week, maybe less. it’s still achy and painful but a lot less so. the wounds are slightly more cauterized. you sometimes dissociate pretty badly during consensual sex but you’re working on it. sometimes these regular sexual encounters end up physically hurting, too, leaving you painfully sore and tender between your legs. leftover damage that hasn’t healed completely from how violently kyle assaulted you. but you take some tylenol and deal with it. you write about your life and it is better than therapy; getting it all out of your system is a giant wave of helpless relief. you have a good group of friends (you think), and you’re looking to rent a new apartment now. you still have your dog and your job and you graduate college in 5 weeks. you will probably start your "real" job at terros health not long after that.

you’re nosy. one day in 2024, you look up kyle’s instagram on your shitpost account. he has a new girlfriend and a son now. the kid is about a year and a half old, and you pray to god he turns out nothing like his father. 

okay, you’re no longer me now. all of that is my truth, laid out and bare. you can ignore it if you want. i just need to write it down or else i’ll go fucking crazy. today marks exactly 4 years since kyle raped me for the first time. and i want anyone out there reading this to know they’re not alone. you’re so loved by me. you’re not dirty or disgusting, you’re holy and perfect and clean. i will take care of you, i will treat you gently. show me the darkest parts of your soul and i’ll show you how it still shines like precious gold. no one took care of me and it almost destroyed me; now i have to give what i was denied. just because you endured horrible things doesn’t mean you’re broken. hell, look at me. i nearly died a bunch of times and i’m still here; my heart regrew and is bigger than ever these days, no longer nonexistent. that’s something, isn’t it? i bare my teeth without meaning to. i try to be gentle. i apologize, for now my love leaves scars. as fragmented, imperfect beings, mine is a never ending quest. a quest to find my purpose knowing my end is assured. to find the strength to continue when all strength has left me. i'm stronger than you'd think. it takes a hell of a lot to find joy even when darkness descends and, amidst deepest despair, my light everlasting.

i didn’t deserve what i went through.

no one deserves anything like this. all i can do is cope with what happened to me against my will, exhale, and try to go on living.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Detransition: School Indoctrination, Bullying, Testosterone Damage, and Healing - Jade Martin

Chloe: What was your life like before you transitioned?

Jade: Well, I socially transitioned at 12. So, my life before that, I was the girliest girl ever, the most stereotypical little girl that you can imagine. I loved princesses and dolls and fairy tales. I was just very girly. But I was also heavily bullied, from the minute I was entered into kindergarten, I was isolated. I don't know why. I think it's because I was awkward and had social anxiety but, I was bullied up until I hit puberty.

Chloe: Why was that?

Jade: I don't know. They would pick at me for random stuff, my eyebrows or having bug eyes, being tall. I wasn't tal, I mean, the bullying picked up when I hit puberty, because the other girls hadn't gone through what I was going through. I was growing hair and a chest. And I didn't want to wear a bra because I was uncomfortable so it just made them stand out more. And I was growing fast. I mean it was obvious that I had hit puberty and that's what I was bullied for.

Chloe: It's hard enough dealing with developing so much and so quickly at a young age. And then like the social element of your peers pointing it out and bullying you for it, has to make it all the more difficult. How did that affect your your view of yourself? Did it affect the way that you saw being a woman and femininity?

Jade: Definitely. I was scared. I didn't know what it was. When I first got my period, I thought I was dying. I was that little I was nine years old. And no fault to my mom, you know, what parent thinks their daughter is going to get their period that young? And I grew up teaching my older cousins about their periods, which was crazy because they were like 14. They got theirs at like 14, 13, 12, but I was nine.

Chloe: And you're the one telling them about it.

Jade: Yeah. And now they're the first ones to have kids, and I don't. Not yet. But it was uncomfortable. Not the puberty itself. I think I was scared at the very beginning but after that I got used to it. I wasn't ready to grow up. I still wanted to play with dolls, and hitting puberty is growing up so I I feel like...

Chloe: There's just too much, too soon.

Jade: Yeah, it was too much, too soon. And about one or two years later, the kids in my class hit puberty. They all grew taller than me. That's another thing they picked on me for was being tall. Five-three. I'm not tall. So eventually they towered over me. I stopped being the tall freak that was taller than the teachers. Their breasts grew bigger than mine. I was this freak that got her period and had to change her pads in the middle of class, but suddenly they were growing faster and acting promiscuous and having sex and kissing and making out. Mind you, this was when they were like 11, 12.

Chloe: That's pretty early.

Jade: I was freaked out. My perception of romance and love when I was little was what you see on Disney, like fairy tale stuff. You know, a prince comes to sweep me up and he takes me to his castle and we get married and he courts me, pretty much. I didn't think that love was dressing in small clothes to get a boy's attention or stuffing your bras or having sex. That scared me. Not only did I grow up too fast because my period came earlier than everybody else, but now I was being pressured to grow even more. And that was uncomfortable. I forced myself to stop playing with dolls, and I didn't want to. So, that did affect my relationship with being a woman, the over-sexualization.

Chloe: But how did that then turn into wanting to become a boy, not believing that you're a woman? What was the turning point?

Jade: The turning point was the internet. It was Tumblr, it was Instagram, it was YouTube. I didn't even know what transgender was until I went on the internet. And the only reason I had been on there was because I had no friends. I would have a single friend here and there, but at the end of the day I was alone. I didn't go out and play with other kids, I didn't invite them over. When I went online, I found these stories of fictional characters that I had enjoyed. YouTubers. And both of these characters were male, and teenagers and adults online would write these stories about these two men falling in love. And that appealed to me because it was love, but without being a woman. And alongside that there were also people online telling me that I could be one of those guys. I could become a boy and experience that kind of love.

Chloe: Were you interacting directly with those people at the time?

Jade: Some of them, yes. Some of them were posts and group chats. But yes, I was talking to adults at a very young age.

Chloe: What exactly would they say?

Jade: We would share those interests. So if we were into two male YouTubers and we paired them up together. We were in group chats together. And that's how we would talk. And that's how I was introduced to transitioning, and I slowly fell into a hole of transition videos. And my gut was telling me that it was off and it was wrong, but you know, this was the answer. I could finally be a real boy. I don't have to try to earn love by being sexual. I can be these two gay men in fiction and be loved for who I am and not for my appearance.

Note: Helena Kerschner has a very well laid out and argued hypothesis about the influence of fandoms, which is worth a look: "Trans, Tumblr & Fandom"

[grimesherbert]

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[ashintheairlikesnow]

Paul Higgs: Baby Daze

Tomorrow I will return you to your regularly scheduled whump programming. Today... this is what wanted to be written.

CW: Teen pregnancy, some crass language surrounding said pregnancy, brief gun reference, some organized crime references

Approximately eighteen years before Tristan Higgs became another casualty of WRU…

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"Well, look who’s here! Billy Higgs’s boy, come to see us after school, then?" Sean Malley claps him on the back and Paul nearly stumbles forward, just barely catching himself as he crosses the threshold from the sun-warmed walkway with straggly weeds growing stubbornly up through the cracks into the chilly shadowed warehouse. His sneakers scrape along the ground, but he stays standing.

He's hardly even as big as a stick compared to his dad's work buddies, all older guys with thick muscled forearms and sleeves rolled up to their elbows. He’s never had much muscle on him at all, but then his dad didn’t have much in old photos either. Maybe he’d get some as he got older, if he worked here. If they let him. "How’s things, hm? Keeping your grades up?”

Paul smiles, a slightly strained expression. The smile is automatic, it’s what everyone expects with small talk. At school he mostly doesn’t even bother with it, but with his dad’s friends… well, a smile’s polite. Right? Friendly. 

He tries to look more friendly. He needs them to say yes to what he’s about to ask for.

“They’re fine,” He says, squinting as his eyes adjust to the change in light. “Same as always, A’s and B’s.”

Mostly B’s, but they don’t need to know that.

“Good, good.” Sean slides an arm around his shoulders, jovial as always. Paul tries not to be visibly uncomfortable at the touch. Everyone is always touchy, in the world, and he’s never liked it much. Except with Ronnie, but… that’s different. “So, talk to us, Paulie. What's got Billy’s boy mucking around here at the Garden with the old-timers?" 

It's not actually much of a garden, unless you count the dandelions in the sidewalks and the bits of scraggly grass along the edges of the pavement as your rows of plants. Instead, the big warehouse stretches wider than two Walmarts, chopped off into pieces by the standalone temporary walls inside that don't reach the ceiling. 

The ‘Garden’ is a place where things happen that no one with a badge is ever supposed to see. There's shouting, good-natured calling out of sums and figures and code words Paul doesn't know, bouncing and echoing in a constant chaos of sound. Metal scrapes, an odd clicking Paul vaguely recognizes but can’t quite place until he thinks of his dad cleaning his guns now and then at night, carefully putting them back together once he’s done. 

All that noise lays heavy like a blanket over his skin. He pushes past it - he's got a reason to be here, and he won't let Ronnie down. He can’t let her down.

"I'm here to work," He says, going for strong and loud. He doesn't change expression when the men around him laugh. 

He doesn't think their laughter is meant to be unkind, and besides, he doesn't really care if it is. These men have all known him since he was born - if anyone’s going to give him what he needs, it’ll be them. "My dad told me I could pick up some shifts this weekend as a lookout, that you pay cash at the end of the shift, right away. That I could get a couple hundred if I’m good at it, maybe five if I do some running, too.”

"Oh he said that, did he?" Sean meets eyes with Cilly, whose real name Paul has never learned. He isn’t entirely sure anyone here has ever given him their real legal name. Not even Sean. "Will might've let the family know first before he sent his boy here, hm? 

"Well, it's. It's important I get cash. Um. Fast. I just spoke to him, probably he'll call you in a bit thinking he's giving you a warning." Paul tries for another smile, and hopes it's warm enough. A bit of coppery strawberry blond hair falls over his green eyes as he looks hopefully from man to man. 

He's not even eighteen yet, but really, isn't that even better for a lookout? He knows where they do their business, he knows who to watch for, and he doesn’t look like he’s one of them at all. He's paid attention, sat up at night making maps of where they work and what they do. He knows they’ve gotten into business with WRU, even, the big Facility up in Berras has been sending people down here now and then. He’s good at this sort of thing. He knows he can do this. He’s going to make a living at this one day, and everyone starts somewhere.

He just… has to convince them. These men aren't unreasonable, and they're family. Well, sort of. In a way. In that they all commit crimes with his dad. And some of them actually are real family, although he’s not always sure exactly who.

"What d'you need cash for that can't wait for your parents to come back from Florida, then?" That's Cilly, scratching idly at a red spot on his face, sipping a mug of hot tea like they're at a kitchen counter and not a fold-out table by a warehouse door. The others all have takeout coffee cups, but not Cilly. 

Paul's mom buys him new mugs on all her vacations. A gentleman among thieves, she said once. 

Nah, Paul's dad had said. Just a thief. But he puts on airs for you. 

All the more reason to show him my appreciation, Bill. 

The mug he’s drinking from now was one of Paul’s mom’s presents to him. It has a little palmetto tree on the side and Nothin’ Could Be Finer written in swirling script. It came from a trip to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina when Paul was seven. 

He hated that trip. He never liked sand. Or the ocean. Or the noise of all the people everywhere in the street. He would have been happy with a book on the couch in the condo if they’d have let him stay there. 

"They're not in-"

"Think they're in Georgia," Conor pipes up, the oldest with hair gone nearly gray, cousins to the real boss, a man Paul has met maybe three times and knows only as Mr. Sondheim - which isn’t even a little bit his actual name. 

Conor makes Paul’s skin prickle, the way he thinks maybe a cat feels when it sees a mean-looking dog across the street. Paul's dad came home once with blood he had to wash off his hands and a shirt he had to throw out. When Paul asked, he said only, Conor's temper is going to get someone who matters killed one day. Too bad his grandson's as bad as he is. "Aren't they?"

"Nah," Sean says, shaking his head. "Florida. Definitely Florida."

"Actually," Paul starts. "They're in-"

"I thought Texas," Cilly says, almost thoughtful. He interrupts Paul thoughtlessly, and Paul’s face colors a little with embarrassment. He feels like the odd man out in a conversation meant to be about him. 

"They went to Alabama," Paul finally says, soft. Thinking no one’s listening, but they all look at him then. That's worse than when they weren't paying attention at all. He never meets any one person's eyes, instead focusing on Sean Malley's forehead, a spot that'll look like eye contact without having to be it. He's never liked having to look too many people in the eye. 

Or anyone, actually. 

"Ah, all right then. Alabama. Well. What couldn't wait for them to get back from Alabama, Paulie-Wol?"

No one's called him Paulie-Wol since he was eleven - and he hated it then. He blushes even darker. He's always been easy to make blush, and they laugh again. It's a little meaner this time. He has to not care. It’s important not to care, so they’ll let him work. 

Paul Higgs straightens his narrow shoulders and pulls a crumpled but of paper, shiny on one side, out from his back pocket. "This is why. I need money. Fast. For this."

He can't help how his voice dips, hushed, almost in awe. Sean is the first to take the little piece of paper, eyes widening in surprise at what he sees, before he hands it to Conor, who whistles through his teeth. Cilly takes it next, with a soft exhalation that's either curse or prayer. 

With this group, it could be either. Or both. Paul’s dad always says God doesn’t care overmuch about the difference.

"You're a bit young, aren't you? To need money for this?" Sean asks, and he's… concerned, Paul thinks, and he tries to square himself up even taller. “What’re you, Paulie, fifteen?”

"S-seventeen. It’s-... we didn’t plan on it, Sean, it just happened." This time when his face stays red, heat burning under the smattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose, they don't laugh. All their smiles are gone, too.

They've gone serious, these men who aren't quite blood but might as well be. They aren't laughing at or with or because of him. They look worried about him.

"Paulie," Conor says, shaking his head. "Paulie, you know better than this. Don't they teach you how to make sure this shit don't just happen? Thought we’d stop having teenagers knocking each other up once we got past the eighties.”

"They did. I had a whole health class where we-... but it doesn’t matter, it still. Happened, okay?" The absolute last thing he wants to do is talk to these old guys about Ronnie, and why, and when. If they ask him he’ll melt into the floor, and die, and just be dead right here and now.  

“So, when you say you need money… Are you looking to drive her up to Berras?”

“No, that’s not... We talked about it, but she said she already thought about it and made her decision. This isn’t… Don’t look at me like that. I like her decision. I’m happy.”

“You are?” Sean blinks, surprised.

“Yes! I'm happy, so don't tell me I fucked up, because I did. I know I did, but… but I talked to Ronnie, and we have a whole plan and I need money for my plan. And just. Look at it.”

Sean glances back down, taking the paper back, smoothing it out. Shiny on one side, it's a printed black and white image, a smeary blur of monochrome shades. Unmistakable in its center, more or less, is a gently rounded blob of white, topped with another and with other little blobs coming off its sides. Labeled along the top is Baby Botham, 14 weeks 3 days. 

“Botham?” Sean asks, head cocked to one side.

“That’s… that’s Ronnie’s last name. She, uh. She didn’t tell them… Because we’re not married.” Paul squares himself up again. “Yet. We’re not married yet.”

He tries not to think about Ronnie crying on his shoulder about how her parents and her sister had screamed at her when she told them, that no one was talking to her and they might throw her out, like this. His throat will close up if he does, in hurt for her, and in anger. 

His own parents he’d just told on the phone today, heard the long silence on the other end. Whispers that didn’t quite carry through the line. Then his mother had said, brisk and no-nonsense as always, So what does Ronnie want to do? We’ll help however we can. Will she need somewhere to stay?

“You’re not married yet,” Cilly repeats, not with derision, just with a kind of flat uncertainty. “You’re seventeen, Paulie. Little young to be talking marriage, don’t you think?”

“Well, we’re talking it, anyway,” Paul says firmly. “And don’t tell me it’s stupid. We already made our minds up.”

“Well, far be it for me to question your judgement,” Sean deadpans. “Since you’re clearly making excellent decisions already-”

“I got married at sixteen,” Conor points out. “Wife and I been married forty-two years this December, too. Sometimes it works out.”

“Different world, different times,” Cilly counters, and Conor has to nod in agreement to that. “Lots of those didn’t work out either, now did they? Besides, kids got options now we didn’t have back then.”

“Ronnie doesn’t want those other options,” Paul says, forcing his voice to be loud enough to carry, surprising all three men, who give him a new kind of look. Maybe even seeing him as nearly a man and not a kid, just for the moment. “She doesn’t. I never told her to do or not do anything, we talked about it, and she knows what she wants to do, and I agree with her. Ronnie and I want to get married, and we’ll need somewhere we can live when-... when the baby comes. So I need to start making money. And I want-... I need some fast, this weekend.”

Cilly’s expression goes cold. “Don’t tell me your folks are making you find a place that fast. I’ll take Billy to the woodshed myself if he’d be such a bastard to his own kid when things get tough-”

“He’s not,” Paul says quickly. “They’re not. Mom and Dad aren’t-... but they get it, they’re helping us. It’s not for an apartment, not yet. It’s so I can buy her some stuff.”

"This is a serious thing," Sean says, and he rubs his thumb over what Paul is pretty sure is his baby's head. The blobs are all sort of odd to look at, but… he's pretty sure that one's the head. It’s where he would put the head, if he were designing a person, anyway. "But I can see you’re quite the serious young man, now. What sort of stuff are you lookin’ to buy, Paulie?" 

Paul swallows, nervously rubbing his palms along the seems on the outside of his pants. “I… I don’t know. What do you buy someone who’s pregnant? I thought, like, baby clothes? Or a crib?”

“No, no, no.” Sean shakes his head. “You can’t just get her baby stuff, not this early. You are not starting with a crib, Paulie. You got nowhere to even put one yet.”

“Then… what do I buy?” Paul looks from man to man. “I’ve never known a pregnant person before, not anyone I cared about.”

“You were around for my wife’s last pregnancy,” Sean says, mildly offended.

Paul shrugs. 

The three older men look at each other, and then sigh nearly as one. Someone pushes out the fourth chair from the fold-up table and Paul sits, each of the other men sitting in turn. Sean picks up his phone and dials. “Hey, Don. Let everybody know we’re off-limits for the next couple hours, ‘til lunch. Yeah, Billy Higgs’s boy stopped by. He’s sniffing around for some lookout work this weekend. Find him some decent jobs for me, will you?”

Paul starts to smile, and it’s genuine this time. Sean hands him back the little picture of the blob that will become a baby, his and Ronnie’s baby, and he tries not to crumble it fully in his hands, worried his sweat will smear the ink. She’ll get another one in a few weeks, said her doctor told her it’ll look more like a person, then. Less like a weird frog. Or like a really, really bad painting.

“Thanks, I’ll owe you.” Sean hangs up the phone and grins, leaning on his elbows on the wobbly little table. The sun shines warmly through the open warehouse doors on Paul’s back. “All right. Between the three of us, we’ve got, what, ten kids?”

“Yeah, but five of those are all Cilly’s,” Conor points out. “And mine stopped bein’ kids decades ago.”

“Yeah, but babies don’t change, and they don’t need much. You need a pen and paper to write things down, Paulie?”

“Write… write what down?” 

“What you’re gonna spend your money on, for your girlfriend. You don’t just show up with baby clothes, kid, you gotta go all out. Let’s talk date, let’s talk gifts for this Ronnie, let’s talk it all out.”

“What to Expect When You’re Expecting,” Cilly says. “They all get that book, right? Isn’t that the one?”

Sean snorts, derisive. “Don’t get her that, not this early. That damn book had my wife in fucking tears telling her everything that could go wrong. We need to think of a happier book than that.”

“Well, call your wife and ask her what she’d want, then.”

“Maybe I will.”

“You should!”

“She’s liable to start planning a damn baby shower if I do. You know how Christa is about little ones.”

Cilly grins. “Think she’ll make those deviled eggs I like for the shower?”

“Cilly, for God’s sake, we found out about this five minutes ago.”

“Right, but... deviled eggs.”

Paul takes a deep breath, and sits back in his chair. “I’ll remember, whatever you say. I promise. I don’t need to write it down. Just tell me what I should get her, what I should do.”

“Right. Well, then.” Sean spreads his hands. “Let’s talk gifts.”

-

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[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Winter Whumperland Day 1: Appearances

Summary: Written for Winter Whumperland Day 1. Set in a modern AU. Viggo Grimborn is holding a party with current and future business partners and they tell him how lucky he is to have Hiccup. Hiccup doesn't feel lucky.

Rating: Teen and Up

Characters: Hiccup, Viggo

Pairing: Vigcup, past-Hiccstrid

Words: 2 901

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: “Used as a decoration

Whumpee: Hiccup

Author’s Notes: The prompt is not as literal as you would think.

So all of these prompts are basically going to take place in the same universe, in the same story. It's more of a telling of what happens in the final 14-ish days at the end of a long struggle.

Constructive criticism is appreciated!

Enjoy!

@amonthofwhump

Ao3

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"I can't believe how lucky you are, Grimborn!" That's what a man Hiccup doesn't care to know the name of tells Viggo as he's bringing drinks around to the guests.

There are seven of them in total, business partners of the Grimborn Empire, a large export and import company, that Viggo is the CEO of.

It's the 12th of December and with the holidays fast approaching, it seemed right to throw a party at the house of the man himself. Not for any particular special occasion, this just seemed like the right opportunity for one.

After all, Viggo needs to keep his partners close, make sure the trust is still there. If anybody feels like siding with a rival company, he needs to know.

The place has been decorated, though quite soberly. There isn't even a tree in the home, the Grimborns aren't so fond of celebrating the holidays.

Not that any of them are staring at the decor.

"Thank you!" The tray isn't empty yet and Hiccup gets another 'thank you' and a look with a smile that is a little too friendly.

He just moves on to the next.

Hiccup isn't allowed to ask many questions. They could be dealing in something shady right in front of him and that would almost certainly make him at least a little bit accountable in some way. But he's not allowed to ask.

The one answer he did get is that two of these seven are potential new partners. So it's important for Viggo to reel them in and having him there is supposed to help somehow. Hiccup didn't understand how until the guests arrived.

They're all straight, or so they say, and married, but he can still feel their gazes on him.

And yet, none of them recognize him.

He's merely a decoration meant to bring drinks, snacks, and look pretty while doing it. That's all he is, something for Viggo to show off.

"Thank you very much, dear." One of them takes the drink Hiccup offers to him and both of the older man's hands linger on his. It sends unpleasant chills down his spine, as does the look in his eyes.

The persistent touch reminds him of Viggo and Viggo reminds him that everyone present is probably just as bad as him.

But he can't make a fuss, can't upset the guests, so he just smiles politely and pulls his hand free. He fights the urge to wipe his hand off on the dress pants here in front of them.

Instead, he's quick to move on, but Hiccup is pretty certain he can feel his 'significant other's' disapproving glare on his back.

Viggo wants him here to be eye candy, a "look what I have, surely you can trust what I promise", but disapproves of them touching him? Well, what did he expect?

"Viggo, wherever did you find him? I might go out and look for one myself!" A married man cheerily says. Funnily enough, when he'd just arrived, Viggo asked him about his sickly wife. You know, making conversation to appear like he has a heart.

"I don't think any of us are that lucky." Another chimes in and there's a short chuckling in agreement.

Every single time Hiccup has to hear someone tell Viggo how lucky he is, he feels he's getting closer and closer to throwing up.

Viggo isn't lucky.

Sure, they met each other by chance, but they didn't see each other and sparks just happened to fly. His being here, he and his brother made that happen and by inexcusable means, too.

Or maybe he is. Because Hiccup knows Toothless was there. He saw Ryker hit him straight on and that a dragon, a Night Fury of all things, couldn't keep him from taking Hiccup away can only mean something kept him. Hiccup hates to think of what could've possibly happened.

Oh, how much that dragon must hate himself now.

"And how old did you say you were?"

Platter empty and now standing by like a servant, Hiccup briefly faces another man before looking away. He finds Viggo in the back as he glares at him from over his glass. He gazes back, swallows the limp in his throat, and smiles some more.

"24. I'm 24 years old." A lie, he's 19. Viggo and he 'agreed' to lie about his age so no one will question their relationship. If you can even call it that.

Not that these particular people would care. He may have never delved into Viggo's world, but he recognizes at least two of these men from magazines he's read.

It was when Astrid managed to convince him to tag along to a hair salon appointment. Heather had to cancel their plans to go together last minute because of Dagur-related reasons and she didn't want to go alone as it was meant to be a girl's day out with just the two of them.

She was his girlfriend, he was her boyfriend. So of course, he'd tag along just for her.

There were some magazines lying on a table for waiting customers and he'd read some scandalous articles about these two. They were both featured in the same on, as a matter of fact. Another sex scandal, but that's not so surprising with people like them. People who are rich enough that they think they can do anything.

They wouldn't care if Hiccup were 19, 18, or maybe even younger than was legal. The lie is purely for appearances only and because people would be less likely to talk about Viggo's 20 something-year-old conquest as opposed to his just barely legal one. One is not as interesting as the other.

But oh no, these two remind him of the article, the article reminds him of why he was reading it, and now he's thinking of Astrid. He can almost hear her belly-laughing in his ear. She never did care about how loud her laughs could be sometimes.

Having no drinks to serve anyway, Hiccup walks away quickly without excusing himself. He can feel his eyes burn with tears as he thinks of her.

He misses her so, so much. He wishes he could have a phone or get onto Viggo's computer or something. If only to check her social media and see how she's been doing, how all of his friends are doing. Without a doubt, they're missing him as much as he does them.

But no, the only phones in this big house are Viggo's and Ryker's and he has yet dared to try guessing the password. He assumes it won't quite be as simple as the name of his first house pet followed by numbers one through four.

Besides, he's keeping the computer for something else.

And now he's thinking of Toothless again.

Finally escaping into the kitchen, he just barely slams the tray down onto the counter in his hurry.

Toothless, Gods, that dragon. The flights they used to take around his mother's dragon sanctuary, the nights they would spend together under the stars or in his room, the playfights, the purring whenever he scratches him just right, just... everything. He misses his Bud so much.

It's hard for him to breathe then and the tears almost come.

'No, stop! This is only going to make him angry.' Unsurprisingly enough, that thought doesn't help at all.

"Are you okay in there?" One of the guests asks, mistaking the sound of the tray's impact with the counter for Hiccup tripping.

"I'm-I'm fine." He swallows the sadness as best as he can, pushes the ensuing thoughts of his father and his friends that are springing back up away as he answers.

The conversation carries on without another shallow thought spent on Hiccup and he's fine with that. If he can just be left alone with his thoughts and emotions for just a few minutes.

But someone enters the kitchen and Hiccup can tell who by the footsteps. Dread seeps into his stomach just as he's grabbed by his upper arm. The grip is tight enough to bruise.

"You're drawing too much attention." It's Viggo and he's hissing into his ear, pissed off with his presumed boy toy 'flirting' with his party guests.

They're so close, the older man's body pressed against his, and Hiccup can smell his suffocating cologne. He's towering over him, too, still taller than Hiccup, who isn't exactly short either.

"You think I want to be drawing attention? I don't trust your "friends", why would I want to be noticed by them?" Hiccup's hiss is louder in volume, but their guests don't seem to notice the apparent hostility between them.

They are much too busy with their talks and their jokes. And even if they did notice, Hiccup can tell from the way some of them talk about their wives that they wouldn't care.

It's sickening, so much he wishes to unhear.

At his response, the grip on his arm grows tighter and he wonders if those fingertips will remain like other times he's been grabbed like this. The clothes are fancy and they cover enough to hide the many other blue marks on his body.

"Just tell me what you want me to do." Those words leave him with a lot more ease than they used to before. Somehow Hiccup finds it in himself to calm enough to answer in a reasonable tone, unlike the hissing he used prior.

He can feel his pulse painfully make its way through his arm. That's how tight the grip is. Viggo is not a weak man, unfortunately.

Just so long as he doesn't trigger him any more than he already has, then he should be safe from more trouble. Submitting instead of sassing further is working, the hold relinquishes just a tad bit.

"Go to the bedroom and stay there until I tell you otherwise." Hiccup is told and he dares a glance at Viggo.

These people are meant to be staying for a good few hours, is he really expected to stay in one room for that long? He's already way past stir-crazy.

Upon not receiving an answer quickly enough, the hold tightens.

"Okay, I'm going!" So he gives in, as he always does, and Viggo lets go.

"Are you two love birds staying in the kitchen all evening or will you come to join us?" Someone calls out and Viggo returns to the crowd with a more charming demeanor then he tends to put on in their day to day life.

"We had something we needed to discuss." He tells them, not a hint of his previous anger there.

"Discuss things such as ...? Marriage perhaps? I know I would be putting a ring on that finger if I could!"

'No, don't give him any ideas.' Hiccup finds himself thinking, looking over. Hopefully, his wide-eyed look isn't too obvious.

Viggo smiles at the idea, but says nothing.

"I'm afraid I'll have to apologize on behalf of my partner. He's not sleeping well as of late and he's tired." Hiccup takes this as his cue to leave and he does while Viggo apologizes in his stead.

"Oh, I think I know why he's so tired lately." That's the comment he closes the door on. That and laughter.

In this company, it seems like the nicer and more expensive a person is dressed, the more vulgar they can be. Who says something like that about someone they barely know?

But the door is closed and that effectively cuts off most of the noise coming from the living room.

He does feel tired. What Viggo told them wasn't a lie, for once, as he has been sleeping badly ever since he got here.

Honestly, how can he get a good night's sleep when it's his captor that he's sleeping next to? The man who has no qualms about laying his hands on him, abusing him in whichever way he sees fit to make him obedient.

There's a part of him that hates himself for listening in the kitchen, though Hiccup knows that what he's doing, remaining calm, doing what he wants, is a way to get through this bad situation and bide his time until he's found.

Because someone has to be looking for him. His dad, his mom, his unofficial dad, maybe his friends? Someone has to be looking for him, he knows he would be looking for them if the roles were reversed.

Chest and throat both burning horrendously with emotion, he saunters his way towards and into the bedroom. Closing the door behind him, his hand hovers over the key as he wants to lock it, feeling unsafe with the guests still around.

He'll get in trouble for it, for locking the door, but does he want someone to be able to come in and catch him both off guard and vulnerable?

After weighing his options, he opts to lock the door. Viggo can punish him for it later. Right now, what measly remaining sense of safety matters more to him.

He settles on the edge of the bed, staring into the near-complete darkness with only the early moonlight to hold him company.

The thoughts and feelings he tried to repress during the party he can now let loose. And it hurts. It hurts so, so bad. So much worse than the throbbing on his arm or any of the injuries he's sustained since coming here. At the same time, he doesn't want to stop thinking of his loved ones either.

The last time he saw his father, it was during a televised press conference that had to be cut short because Stoick Haddock started swearing on live television and stating that the person, or persons, responsibly for the disappearance of his son would be lucky to never run into him.

Maybe that's the front on which Viggo is lucky.

Because Hiccup was kidnapped. There is no nice way of saying it.

His dad once told him that they came from Vikings. Perhaps, what Stoick showed in that press conference was the Viking blood in him coming to the forefront. Hiccup wishes he had that in him.

Huffing in amusement, Hiccup slides down from the bed and ends up on the floor, elbows on his knees.

Ryker made him watch the press conference, much against his younger brother's wishes. He'd hoped to show Hiccup his broken father only to be met with that. Instead of causing him despair, he'd unintentionally lifted his spirits.

He'd made sure to tell Viggo to "thank Ryker for the moral support", even if Ryker wasn't entirely happy with that. They like to play with him, well, Hiccup can do that, too. Sometimes. When he can get away with it.

But now is not the time to think about those horrible brothers, he should be taking this moment of peace to think about the people who actually matter, his friends and family.

Right now, he wonders if they're thinking of him, too. Of course, he doesn't want them to worry or to hurt, but it feels comforting to be thought of or to be missed. So perhaps, he likes to be a little selfish sometimes.

Getting up from the floor, Hiccup wants to get out of these uncomfortable clothes Viggo insisted he wears for the party, another reason why his claim that Hiccupwas drawing attention was ridiculous.

Turning the light of the bathroom on, he faces the mirror and sees someone he barely recognizes.

Hair neatly sleeked back, expensive and stylish clothes that consist of the vibrant color scheme of black, white, and grey, and an expensive golden watch on his wrist that is only there to further drive home the "happy, lucky couple" façade.

This isn't him. That's not his messy head of hair, not his plaids, and that watch doesn't belong on his wrist. There's a tracking device in it, too, Hiccup saw it after he took the thing apart because he had his suspicions.

But that doesn't matter for the moment because he can't stop glaring at his reflection and he wishes that stranger didn't have the guts to glare right back at him.

His hands move on their own, wanting to roughen up his hair and get rid of the hair gel flattening it down. Who knew a brand strong enough to tame his locks exists?

But they don't do it. They hover, but they don't touch a single strand.

Because his dearly beloved Viggo already feels like he picked a fight with him by just being in the presence of men who were already bound to see him as eye candy to ogle at. To make matters worse, he locked the door of the room he's in and he doesn't have permission to lock doors. He was just about to change he doesn't have permission for that either.

If that man finds Hiccup in a state he does not want him in after all of that, even if it's just his hair, then Hiccup is just asking for it.

So his hands lower again, instead helping him lean on the marble counter of the sink, and Hiccup stares at his reflection in defeat. The cracks in him are bleeding again, they've been doing that more and more often. His resolve is breaking and at least the stranger in the mirror rightfully reflects that, too.

He's nothing but pretty decoration.

[inkedjoongki]

A little about your neighborhood Joongki

is that [MIN YOONGI]? no, that’s just [LEE JOONG-KI]. [HE] is [TWENTY-THREE] years old and is a [Owner of  SILVER LINING INK AND PRIVATE CELEBRITY TATTOO ARTIST ]. rumor has it they’ve been in town for [SEVEN YEARS]. on a good day, they’re [UNDERSTANDING, PROTECTIVE & AMBITIOUS] but watch out! they can also be [STUBBORN AND CLOSED OFF]. [LOVE DRUNK BY EPIK HIGH] plays in my head whenever i think of them. 

TlDR;

Joongki and his sister were abandoned by his parents when they were young. They were thrust into foster care but Joongki took his sister back before they could be adopted.

Lee Joongki’s Life

Love Story by Epik High and IU

Joongki was born in Daegu, South Korea. He can’t remember much of his life while he lived in Korea but being able to speak fluent Korean has been proven fact he did live there.

His family and him had moved to New York when he was 10 years old after his father had gotten a new job. (At least that is what he was told)

It had been them three for a couple of years but soon his mother became pregnant and his sister, Naeun,  was born. Joongki’s first understanding of love was an unconscious feeling of love for his parents but looking into his sister’s eyes he realized truly what conscious and deliberate love was.

The two of them were inseparable joined at the hip since she could babble her first words. They were a small happy family but Joongki learned quickly that happiness never lasts.

Here Come the Regrets by Epik High

It started off as worry. His parents had gone out saying they were going to pick up some dinner. It was Joongki’s birthday. He was turning 12 and he thought they had really gone out to get his birthday cake.

Minutes turned into hours and hours soon turned into days. Joongki thought maybe they had gotten into an accident or maybe they had gotten lost. He checked the news to see if anything came up but he had found nothing.

Soon they had run out of food and Joongki took Sunny out to the grocery store and the image of a small child holding a crying baby led to the police being called and questions being asked.

They were both placed into the foster care system and separated into different households.

Joongki would do his best to see Naeun everyday peeking his head through the window standing on his tippy toes to see her in her bassinet. Soon he grew taller and no longer needed to tippy toe to see his little sister. They were growing up.

Joon knew that when he turned 18 they would kick him out but his plan was to adopt Sunny that day and they would be a family again.

Seesaw by Suga

While those days were the hardest he did have moments that made him truly happy. Specifically a boy with a box smile who he met while playing in the park with his foster family.

Soon he would be able to put a face to the name and him and Daejung became fast friends. It took him a while but soon he told the older boy his “mother” wasn’t his mother and that he was in the foster care system.

It always made him smile how Daejung aka Moonie would promise up and down that he would get them both out. He knew it wasn’t true but the false hope it gave him made his chest warm. But he knew happiness doesn’t last forever.

Happen Ending by Epik High

He never understood why adults whispered like kids couldn’t hear them, especially 14 year olds.

Joon had learned that the police were able to locate his parents. They were found heading on a plane back to South Korea and were succesful.

This meant him and Naeun were officially wards of the state making them eligible for adoption. While Joongki was probably too old to be adopted Naeun was the perfect age according to the social worker.

The next time he went to visit her she was being held by another family as they spoke to the social worker. A pit in his stomach grew. He was losing the only family he had left.

Run By BTS (Get it)

He had only one choice. To get his family back.

He waited as long as he could but the night before the adoption he knew this was his last chance. Joongki grabbed his bags and packed his things. He knew his foster family wouldn’t miss him so he left no note.

Joongki broke into Naeun’s house and took her away. He remembered holding her in his arms. They had both grown; she was two years old now and he was a teenager.

However when they looked in each other’s eyes he smiled as she giggled and held his hand. It wasn’t too long.

He ran as fast as he could with her away from that place to the only place he could think of.

That’s what led them to the doorstep of Moon who graciously took them in.

Things go pretty fast from here

Joongki and Naeun end up moving into the Moon residence.

Joongki renames Naeun so that he can enroll her into school. He names her Sunny after her smile.

Joongki doesn’t go to school since he is afraid that it could lead to them getting found out by the police. Instead he cleans up a tattoo shop full time. He ends up spending his breaks watching the artists at work and soon he falls in love with the craft.

The owner becomes his teacher and mentor and soon Joongki is able to wield a tattoo gun as easily as a pen.

His first tattoo is on Daejung and his brother and it’s still one of his favorite works to this day.

Sunny grows up and meets Mimi and the two become inseparable.

They all grow up together and even though Daejung moves off to college Joon still visits him as if they still live together.

Thats when he meets @song-minjoon (cue Kdrama music) admiration turns to fascination to turns to infatuation and a big stupid crush on his hyung.

Life finally seems to be getting back on track but again happiness doesn’t last forever.

Daejung heads off on tour dropping out his sophomore year and the house became tense after that.

Moon’s father kept talking to Joon about becoming an independent person and that if he didn’t he could lose Sunny. In fear of losing her Joongki moved out with Sunny.

He first told Eomma Moon that it was his idea but soon the truth came out. While they were trying out a new Korean restaurant the family was reunited and Eomma Moon asked whether they wanted to move back in while Joongki tried to get his career set. (Joongki is still thinking about his answer)

Joongki currently works at the local tattoo shop while also working as the personal tattoo artist for Daejung’s brothers band and any other artists he meets along the way.

He hopes one day he can start his own business and really make Sunny proud.

[yandere-lovehotel]

Be wary of the ones who inhabit the forest.

Warning: mentions/implied dea/th and tor/ture

You have been warned

This is the yandere dark fae x female reader ask I got. Sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoy.

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Ever since you were a child you had been warned not to wander into the forest. For if you happened upon something that took interest in you, it would take you.

But no one ever warned you about something wandering out of the forest and finding you.

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7 years old

"Mama I'm going out to play!" You called towards the back of the house.

"Alright sweetheart but remember to be back before sun down!" She called back. " And stay away from the tree line!"

"Okay!"

The forest was located right next to the town. Mama said it was dangerous, that people used to go missing wandering in there.

Excited to see your friends you run off without another word. You were going to meet them by the schoolhouse and go to the creek. You ran through the empty road towards town. Halfway there you spot a boy standing a distance away from the tree line. It was the kid with the weird hair and weird eyes that never talked to anyone. Not that anyone really talked to him either. Not to mention that no one ever saw him at school. He was always dressed really nicely even though no one knew his parents or what they did.

'what's he doing?' you thought to yourself. Then he began walking towards the forest. Without thinking you dashed towards him as fast as you could. Just as he was getting close to the trees, you grabbed him by the shoulder. He jumped and you yelled, "Hey stupid what are you doing?! Didn't your parents ever tell you that the forest is dangerous? Something could grab you and take you away forever!" 

His mismatched eyes of red and blue stared into yours, he was silent, cocking his head to the side. You huffed placing your hands on your hips. "Well? Aren't you gonna say something?"

He glanced over his shoulder before returning his gaze to you. "Oh," he mumbled, his silver bangs blown into his eyes by the wind,"I didn't know we weren't supposed to go there." He looked like a kick puppy, looking down as he was scolded. You had to admit, even with his weird hair and eyes, he was actually kinda cute. You sighed,shaking your head. "Just don't do it again, okay? You might never come back and your parents would be really sad." With that you turned around and began walking off before pausing. Your papa had always told you to be kind to other people and thinking of the way other kids avoided him like he had a disease made you feel kinda bad that you never talked to him. It wasn't intentional. It just... happened.

So, mind made up, you turned back around and marched right up to him. "What's your name? Mine's (y/n)!"

He startled slightly, cheeks going slightly pink. "O-oh my name is Kheelan." Weird. What kinda name was that? " You wanna play with me an' my friends?" You asked.

"Re-really? Y-you want to play with me?"

"Yeah come on." You grabbed his hand and began to drag him towards town, intent on befriending him.

You didn't notice his cheeks grow pinker.

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'Mother, mother! I met a girl today! She was really nice to me! She and her two friends played with me! She's kinda bossy but she's also really nice.'

'Really now? That's wonderful darling! Tell me, do you like this girl?'

'I do! She's my new friend!'

'Haha~. That's not the kind of like I meant, my child.'

'Huh? What did you mean then?'

'You'll find out when you're older dear.'

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10 years old

You were woken up by a knocking on your window.

You sat up in your bed, rubbing your eyes and yawning. You got up and walked over towards your window. There stood Kheelan, silver hair contrasting in the dark night. You pushed the window open, taking care to be as quiet as possible.

"Kheelan? What are you doing here, this late at night? And why did you wake me up, stupid? I need sleep, you know." Kheelan just smiled. He always did that even when you were being bossy, he would just smile and do or agree with whatever you said. You were the only person that could get away with calling him stupid or any other name. Anyone else and he would be upset. Still, your Papa's lessons were drilled into your mind, even if you didn't always remember them. So you tried not take advantage of his kindness towards you. It was hard to do when he made it so easy.

"Well? Are you going to say something?" You were tired and wanted to go back to bed, so he better make this quick. Besides you didn't want to take the risk that your parents would hear you.

"Something really cool is about to happen and I wanted to show you." He whispered. 

"What could be so cool that you woke me up?"

"Please come out? I promise it will be cool. If it's not then you can hit me later, ok?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, holding that glare at his smiling face for a few seconds, before giving in and rolling your eyes. Kheelan smiled wider, he knew he won, the jerk. You started to climb out of the window quietly, stepping out onto the grass.

"Follow me." He said, before he started walking off.

You followed him for a short while before you both stopped in the middle of the field not far from your house, stopping in front of a tree stump taller than you. Kheelan took off the jacket he was wearing, laying it on the grass and gesturing for you to sit on it. You hesitate, asking if it was ok. He told you it was fine, it was an old jacket anyways. You sat down and he sat next to you.

"Look up, (y/n), it's about to start."

You look towards the sky and wait. A few minutes pass with nothing. You were starting to get impatient. You were tired and crabby, if Kheelan was pulling a prank you would make sure to hit him as hard as you could.

Just as you opened your mouth to complain, he jerked up, pointing at the sky and saying "Look!" You looked up.

A single strand of light streaked through the air. "Woah! What was that?" You wondered out loud.

"Shh. Just keep watching."

Another strand of light rushed through the sky, quickly followed by another. And then another. And then another. Soon the sky was full of streaks of light dashing through the sky.

"What is this? Is it a meteor shower?"

"Yes. But they don't usually look like this. My father says that this doesn't normally happen but that it would look gorgeous. So I wanted to show you."

"I've never seen anything more beautiful." You whispered breathlessly.

Kheelan smiled "I have."

You didn't notice that his eyes were on you when he spoke.

~

The next day all anyone could talk about was the meteor shower last night. And you and Kheelan were the envy of your friends as the only ones among your group to have seen it.

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'Father! You were right! She loved it! Thank you so much! She hugged me and even kissed my cheek when I took her back home! When can I learn magic like that? I want to keep her happy!'

'Anything for you, Kheelan. And patience little one. You'll learn one day. Now tell me, how do you feel about this girl? You seem to want to go to great lengths to please her.'

'I...I'm not sure. All I know is that I want to always be around her. She's smart and funny and always so nice to me. Even when the others call me cruel names she sticks up for me even when she knows that I can stand up for myself. And I...hate when people take her attention away from me.'

'Ahhh they grow up so fast.'

'What do you mean by that father?'

'Oh nothing. You'll figure it out when you're older.'

'hmph mother said that too.'

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14 years old

You laid in your bed, quiet. Some jerks have been spreading rumors about you. There was writing on your desk and notes in your locker. Your friends had tried to comfort you and one of them almost got into a fight, but all you wanted was to ignore. You didn't understand why someone would say these things about you. You have never really been the target of bullying when you were younger, so why now? What did you do? Thankfully it seemed to only be a small group of people. Though you weren't sure what you did to them to make them hate you like this.

You were brought out of your thoughts by a knocking on the window. It was Kheelan. Despite your current feelings, you smiled. Kheelan had honestly become one of the people closest to you. He had a knack for always being there for you when you needed it.

You opened the window to let him in, stepping back as he climbed through. "What are you doing here?" You asked.

"I went to your school to walk you home (f/n) said you already went home." He frowned "they told me what happened and asked me to see you. Not that they needed to."

It actually surprised you a little that (f/n) said that. Kheelan wasn't really friends with anyone but you, at least to your knowledge. And your friends weren't exactly fond of him either. Sometimes you thought he hated your friends.

"Are you alright?" You tried to smile at him but the stress of all that's been happening at school recently made it hard. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, one hand stroking comforting circles on your back. Tears welled up in your eyes and you clutched the material of his shirt, shoulder shaking.

"W-why? W-why would they d-do something like this? Wh-what did I do to them?" You hated letting them get to you. It wasn't even their words that hurt. Just the fact that they seemed so dead set on tearing you down.

"I'm sure that you didn't do anything. You are one of the kindest people I know."

"Even when I'm bossy?"

"Of course. I'm sure they're just jealous of someone as amazing as you."

You nuzzled your head into his shoulder, glad to have such a great friend.

You couldn't see the dark, murderous look in his eyes. You didn't notice the way the wind blew harder when he tightened his arms around you.

~

Three months later that same group was found dead near the edge of the forest, bodies mutilated and the nearby trees covered in the blood . The town quietly moved on from the news, the families grieving in silence. This would only serve as further reminder to never anger those that lived in the woods.

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'P-ple-ease. We're s-sor-ry.'

'Sorry? You have committed a grave crime against the person I care about most in this world. A simple sorry does not wash away the hurt you have inflicted on her. Nor does it cleanse you of your sin. Now be silent, I have to concentrate. I don't wish to accidentally kill any of you before your punishment is done.'

'N-no, no ple-please no more! Please!'

'I guess my parents were right, I really do like her. No...no it's more than that. She's… everything to me.'

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17 years old

"Sorry Kheelan, I promised (f/n2) that I would go to their party. You've known about this for weeks." You said back turned towards him, doing your hair.

"I don't understand why one party is so important to you. It's not going to be any different than any of the other parties they've thrown. It won't matter if you're there or not. I haven't spent any time with you in over a month now. You always have something to do." He grumbled. It was true. You had been very busy this past month. Anytime he tried to make plans with you someone had either already gotten to you or you had already made plans yourself. He was sick of it.

You huffed, turning to face him. "Kheelan! I'm tired of having this conversation with you! It's the same thing over and over. I've told you, I can't just spend time with you! There are other people in my life that I have to make time for!"

His shoulders tensed and his fists clenched. He opened his mouth, looking ready to argue. Then, all at once, the fight leaves his body and he looks down to the floor. "I...I know. I'm sorry. I...I'm just afraid sometimes you know. The others….they get to see at school and you can go over to their houses, and when people see you with them they don't give you weird looks or whisper about how strange you look." You felt your anger melting away, replaced by guilt. Even after all these years people still stayed away from Kheelan, looking at him like he was a freak.

"You're my only friend in this town (y/n).  And sometimes I'm just worried that one day you'll get tired of me." Your guilt hit you like a hammer at that. You crossed the room, wrapping your arms around his waist. He had grown so much. As kids you were both the same height. Now he was so much taller than you. His arms returned your hold, wrapping loosely around your shoulders, his long shoulder length silver hair tickling your forehead.

You pulled away from the embrace, looking at him. "I'm sorry for yelling at you like that. And you know what, you're right. It's been too long since we've hung out. Listen, how about this. I'm free with nothing to do tomorrow. Why don't we spend it together?"

Kheelan smiled. "I'd like that."

~

The party was in full swing. Music, dancing, food, and loud conversations. You and the cute guy your friends introduced to you had been talking all night. 

No one noticed the blond haired girl watch with cold eyes as you laughed at something he said.

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'How dare you? You have no right to see her smile. No right to hear her laughter. No right to put your filthy hands on her!'

'O-oh g-god. P-pleeese stop. It...h-hurtsss. P-please.'

'She's mine.'

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18 years old

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'She's leaving. She's going to leave and never come back. I...I can't live without her. I love her. I love her so much that it hurts.'

'Shhh my child. You'll have your love. But we must work quickly. You can claim her if she enters the forest but she must enter it willingly. Your father has a plan. But you must make sure no one else sees'

'yes mother'

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Your bare feet pounded against the ground as you ran, away from those….those creatures. Fear and adrenaline pushing you forward. The treeline you had always been told not to go near was fast approaching. The monsters were closing you in, giving you no opportunity to change direction. A choice had to be made. Take a chance and run into the forest? Or die a certain death? With no other choice you sprint towards the forest, crossing the line of no return. Not that you knew that.

The branches of trees and bushes slapped against the skin exposed by your summer shorts. Fallen leaves and twigs crinkling and snapped under your gym shoes. You chance a look behind, wanting to know if they were still chasing you, only to run into something, someone, when you weren't looking. Your head quickly snapped back and you were met with familiar mismatched red and blue eyes.

"Kheelan! Oh my god what are you doing here? You know what never mind that! We need to run! Th-there are horrible things chasing me! Come on!" You grabbed his hand, ready to run, only for him to grab you by the shoulder and stop you.

"What are you doing? We need to go!" You yelled. Why was he stopping you?

"(Y/n) just relax. Nothing is going to hurt you I promise. They were never going to harm you. O just needed them to bring you to me."

Dread filled your body at his words. "W-what are you talking about? Bring me to you?" With growing horror you slowly walk back from him. It was only then that you noticed that he looked different. He was wearing strange clothes. His hair was longer now, reaching his waist. His ears...they were...pointed. And...he had...wings.

Oh God

"What….what are you?"

Kheelan smiled at you, walking forward as you walked back. "I am a fairy. A dark fairy. I've been watching you, ever since the day you approached me. I had those beasts lure you here. You had to enter the forest willingly or I would be unable to claim you. You were going to leave and I couldn't allow that."

You felt nauseous, fear causing your stomach to roll. "Why? Why are you doing this."

He tilted his head " Isn't it obvious by now? I love you (y/n), more than anything in this world. I have for years now. You showed me kindness that none but my parents have shown me." You back hit a tree, Kheelan wasting no time blocking you in. "I fell in love with your smile, your laugh. I loved our conversations, how passionate you were about the things you loved. And I must admit, so few dare to order me around that your demanding nature was endearing. I found it hard to say no to you." His hand rose to stroke your cheek, ignoring your flinch.

Kheelan smiled, "I'm sorry my love." He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "But now that I have the chance to claim you, I won't allow you to slip through my fingers." Your vision began to grow dark, the world swaying around you.

"Pl-please. Let me go. I won't tell anyone about this, a-about you. I promise."

"Now sleep. And when you wake, you will be in your new home."

[alanaswriting]

Time After Time

Carl Grimes x Reader

Summary: Carl gives you the highschool dance you’ve always wanted

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Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None really?

A/N: Oh my god, I have not written in forever so please forgive whatever this is but! Enjoy?

Please don’t steal, plagiarize or repost my writing. I work really hard on my writing as I imagine all writers do and it would suck to find out someone else is trying to claim it as theirs

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“This is so ridiculous.” Your voice comes out soft yet with a hint of humor behind it as Carl takes your hand.

The community of Alexandria was peaceful and quiet as the two of you stood in the middle of the town, lanterns illuminating silhouettes and houses in the distance. It was just the two of you, both of your bodies underneath the stars, hearts beating, blood pumping, and minds racing.

Curfew had already been set but Carl had insisted on the two of you sneaking out and with Rick being his father along with the leader of Alexandria you didn’t see the harm in it. You out of all people knew Alexandria was safer than any place you’d ever been. It was like a piece of the old world hanging at a thread of this destruction you called the new world.

“It is not! I’m trying to do something nice, would you just go along with it?” Carl’s familiar and soothing voice replies to you as his lips twitch into a smile.

Your torso was covered in a dark red dress that was slightly big on you, something Carl had picked out for you. It took tightening the straps all the way and a small belt around your waist to even make it look appealing but red was your favorite color and you appreciated the gesture. Regardless of the sizing it was gorgeous. You were surprised the 16 year old boy had any taste in dresses at all.

Carl had even dressed up, wearing a black blazer along with a white dress shirt underneath. He even had black slacks that looked a little long for him but the attempt was cute. Almost everything Carl did meant something to you specifically because he meant something to you. He always would.

You knew that young love usually died fast but you knew deep in your heart that Carl was going to leave a imprint on your soul. He already had. Carl was going to be someone you would never forget, and in your mind you hoped you never had to. You wanted to be with Carl forever and ever. But you knew how this life could be, and part of you was terrified everyday that one day you’d wake up and he would be out of reach, dead or disappeared.

However you had tonight, and you felt content with that.

“There’s not even any music.” You tell Carl, giving his hand a small squeeze and he raises his eyebrow, almost challenging you as he used his spare hand to reach into the pocket of his blazer.

He reaches inside and pulls out a cassette player, along with a pair of headphones. He hands you the cassette player signaling for you to help him plug in the headphones so he doesn’t have to pull his other hand away from yours. You willingly grab onto the rectangle machine and help him plug in the worn out headphones before he hands you one earbud, taking the other one and putting it in his own ear. It’d been awhile since you’d listened to music like this.

His hands are shaky and you can tell he’s a little nervous about the whole night but you secretly thought it was honestly the most romantic thing the boy had ever done for you in your 5 years of knowing him. Carl was always a little on the awkward side when it came to your relationship so the fact he had set this whole thing up without any help from you was surprising.

You knew his awkwardness came from his inexperience, his insecurities, and his own fear of expressing his feelings. You wonder if any of this would be different if you had found him in the old world, if this hellish phase never happened, would he still be so awkward and shy? Would the two of you even get along like how you do now?

“I didn’t have a lot of options but my mom used to listen to this song a lot when I was little so I thought, I don’t know. It’s kind of romantic? It’s all they had.” He rambles and you only giggle as he puts the cassette player back in his pocket, gently pressing play.

“Plus, it kind of reminds me of you.” Carl admits, clearing his throat. “I lost you once, that’s not happening again.”

Memories of when you two got separated after the prison flash through your mind and you remember how badly your 14 year old heart ached. You had Michonne, and you two became as close as could be in those days in the woods but you couldn’t help but think about Carl. If he was even alive, and god knows you prayed every night that he was.

It took some time but you found him once more, and you don’t think you’d ever been so happy to see that god awful blood stained shirt that used to be his favorite before it was damaged beyond repair. You had hugged him for what felt like hours, afraid that if you let go he wouldn’t be there.

You move your hands to his shoulders and his hands rest awkwardly on your hips causing you to try and hide a grin. This felt silly. Carl didn’t catch it due to the dim lighting and the fact you looked down purposely avoiding his gaze. He rests his forehead against your own, letting out a shaky breath.

“Relax.” You whisper to him, waiting for the music to play.

It takes a couple seconds but suddenly your right ear is filled with an old song from the 80’s. Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper. This causes you to smile immensely because this was most certainly not Carl’s type of music, neither was it yours but, it was sweet. It was romantic in it’s own way. Awfully cheesy but still romantic in your mind.

It was relatable. You couldn’t count the amount of times Carl had pulled you out of a rough place after a cold death of someone you loved, or how many times you had stopped him from going down a path that felt too dark, even for this world.

Carl does as you say and his grip on your hips gets more comfortable and you can feel him shoulders loosen up underneath your touch. You look up at him and catch a glimpse of those blue eyes you adored so much. The ones that you swore were the exact color of Neptune themselves. The freckles spread across his cheeks looked like little stars shimmering behind the bright blue orbs and you couldn’t help but admire him.

“Do you know the lyrics?” You tease, watching his cheeks burn red as he nods a little, giving you a small shrug.

“Mom liked it a lot. I kinda got it stuck in my head whether I wanted it there or not.”

You close your eyes before swaying your body to the beat of the music, enjoying the couple minutes of peace with the boy who had your entire heart in the palm of his hand. You give him little Eskimo kisses with your nose before speaking up once more.

“If you're lost you can look and you will find me, time after time.” You mumble in a sing song tone of voice, waiting for him to finish the lyrics as the apples of his cheeks redden even more.

“Jesus christ.” He sighs before continuing. “If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting, time after time.”

You giggle loudly and he shakes his head, his hair falling in his face as he looks up, staring at the sky as if he regrets this whole thing just from how awkward he felt in the moment. Carl felt embarrassment flooding through his body at the fact he just sang the lyrics of an 80’s love song to the girl who could make his heart skip beats without even trying to.

In that moment underneath the Virginia sky that was clear as could be he wondered what she could really do to him. If she could make his heart stop with a couple of words what else was she capable of that he hadn’t thought about? He was at her mercy without even realizing it up until now, and it was absolutely terrifying and beautiful all at once, to give someone your most vulnerable piece of soul and trust them not to twist and turn it into nothing.

“Carl?” Your voice brings him back to reality and he looks down at you before swallowing loudly.

Carl looks down at you, watching you as you keep your eyes closed, listening to the music peacefully. You looked so innocent. It was hard to imagine you were capable of all the horrible things the two of you had done to survive in this moment, because he swore, maybe even if it was just for this one moment, you looked like an innocent.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He says unexpectedly and you feel your body freeze despite your previously flowing motions. 

Carl stares at you waiting for a reply as the words sink into your mind, taking their sweet time, causing Carl’s palms to grow sweaty after a few seconds pass. You open your eyes to see the fear in his one and you realize that this was probably the most vulnerable he had ever been with anyone. It made your heart leap out of your chest and the thought of you being the one who held the key to his heart caused an explosion of butterflies escape in your stomach. 

His breathing is quick and you can feel his panic setting in as he goes to pull away from you, but you don’t let him. No way was he getting away from you in this moment, not again. You keep your grip on his shoulders tight before leaning up, pressing yourself up on your toes just the tiniest bit since Carl wasn’t that much taller than you. Your eyes flicker to meet his and you watch as he stares at you with uncertainty. You close your eyes and take a deep breath before pressing your lips against his.

It wasn’t the longest kiss ever, but it was sweet, and it was reassurance. It was reassurance that whatever Carl felt for you was exactly what you felt for him. Maybe you were too scared to say it, or too surprised, but you thought your kiss said more than your words ever could. 

Once you pull away you can tell the taller boy has relaxed once more, realizing you indeed felt the same about him as he did for you. He didn’t know to what extent you felt for him but he hoped he hadn’t said too much or made too big of a gesture with all of this. He just wanted to give you something normal. He just hoped whatever you felt was enough to keep you around, maybe for as long as time would allow.

You’d always complained you’d never gotten to go to a high school dance. It was the one thing you’d never get over. You’d complained about it more times than Carl could remember and he used to be annoyed by it but as time went on he started to understand. Missing the experience of that left you feeling unfulfilled and sad, and Carl wanted to give you something to fill that little void in your soul. Maybe it wasn’t a full on prom but, he thought it was something.

 “If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting,” You whisper, a grin playing on your lips, waiting for him to finish as the song begins to come to an end.

“Time after time.” His voice matches yours, and in that moment, all that mattered was the two of you.

 Your time might’ve been limited together, but this moment was infinite. Time was yours.

[moonlit-imagines]

Second Cousins?

Byers x second cousin!reader

warnings:

a/n: THIS IS SUCH A REACH LMAO BARE WITH ME I LITERALLY HAD TO LOOK AT A CHART btw you’re about jonathans age? ig? idk but this is NOT romantic that’s frickin gross. p.s. horowitz is winona ryders name

prompt:

You crawled out of bed to the sound of your dad screaming for you. What time was it?

12:38pm

Great. You slept the whole day and now you have to help your extended family move in immediately. You rolled off your mattress and scrambled to get some clothes. You hadn’t seen this side of the family since Christmas of 1978!

You’d regret not eating breakfast, but not yet. You walked outside, pushing your hair from your face and waiting for your family to exit their respective cars. Your “first-cousin-once-removed,” Joyce, got out first. (You just call her “Aunt Joyce”).

“Hey, guys! Long time no see.” She smiled. “Oh, my god, y/n. Is that you?” She walked up to you and gave you a hug.

“Hey there, Aunt Joyce. We’ve missed you a whole lot.” You looked over her shoulder and saw a younger girl, maybe 13 or 14. You’d never seen her in your life. Her eyes were definitely tear stained, her hair falling out of her scrunchie, and the sleeves on her flannel rolled up. “Who’s the girl?”

“Oh, uh, that would be El. She’s a...‘new addition’ to our family.” Joyce put in air quotes.

“Wicked. I’d love to get to know her better.” You stuck your hands in your pockets and watched the boys get out of their car. “I’d like to catch up with the boys, too. It’s been years. I mean, I know we talk on the phone every once in a blue moon, but this is so exciting! You guys are gonna be living with us now!”

“Only for a little while.” She sighed.

“We’ll make the most of it.” You gave her another hug and moved towards the boys.

“Jonny Byers. You got taller.” You joked with him.

“Bring it in.” He welcomed you with open arms.

“What’s up, kiddo?” You gave Will a high five. “You still drawing that cool ass art?”

“Yeah, I have a ‘portfolio’ now. Jonathan made me put one together.” Will snickered.

“Hey, artists need them. I have one for my pictures.” Jonathan reasoned.

“Well, Will, when you’re all settled in, you’re gonna have to sit me down and show me what you’ve got. You know, I still have that picture you drew me last time I saw you.” You told him.

“Really? I was like, seven.” He shook his head.

“Yeah, seven and truly gifted.” You turned your attention to your other “second cousin,” “And as for you, I’ve got all those old vinyls and some new ones, too. What about you?”

“I have more cassette’s than vinyls, but I’ll make sure we have time to share.” He punched your arm.

“That’s what I like to hear. Now let’s go help your mom and El unload the truck.” You turned around and Will and Jonathan followed you.

“Oh, you heard about El?” Will asked.

“Your mom said she was a ‘new addition to the family.’” You quoted.

“Yeah, that’s a pretty accurate description.” Will nodded. “She’s shy, I wouldn’t push her into conversation.”

“Noted.” You picked up a box and carried it inside. There were two spare rooms. One for Joyce and El and one for the boys. Good thing they didn’t mind sharing. You put the box into Joyce’s room, then headed right for the truck. The next box was labeled “HOPPER.” You lifted it up and an your way into the house, you ran into El.

“I can take that one.” She told you quietly.

“You sure?” You raised your eyebrows and she nodded. You handed her the box and went back to the truck.

“Hey, Horowitz, wanna help me grab this mattress?” Jonathan asked. You jogged up to hig and grabbed one side. “Got it? Alright, be careful.” You guys got the mattress inside, and then the other two.

“Alright, what’s next?” You asked.

“I’m actually kinda hungry.” Jonathan wiped the sweat off his forehead. “What about you?”

“Starving. Go round the gang up, I know a great place to get some lunch.” You told him. Jonathan went around and got all of the family together. There was only six of you. You, dad, Joyce, El, Jonathan, and Will. You all squeezed into one car and hit the road. Really, it was only a 10 minute drive.

“This was my Grandma Darlene’s favorite place to eat before she passed away. We always sit at her booth.” You told your cousins in the back seat. El was in between Joyce and your dad in the front. “Ooh! We’re here.”

You approached the door and your dad opened it up for everyone. You waved at the waitresses you had known so well and went to your usual spot. You each picked up a menu as the waitress asked for drinks.

Water for you, coffee for your dad, water for Jonathan, Sprite for Will, Diet Pepsi for Joyce, and lemonade for El.

“So, boys, what’s been going on in Hawkins? Any significant people or events you wanna talk about?” You questioned the boys.

“Well, Jonathan’s got a girlfriend who leaves lipstick marks all over his face.” Will taunted.

“Oh, shut it.” Jonathan pulled his straw up and took a sip of his drink. “Yeah, her name is Nancy. We’ve been together for almost a year. She’s a badass.”

“How so?” You bit down on a piece of ice.

“She’s determined to get what she wants. We had an internship at the local newspaper and she was an assistant, but she really wanted to be a reporter. She did every possible thing she could to do it. Followed stories, wrote them, suggested topics in meetings...” Jonathan gushed.

“And did she get to be a reporter?” You asked, turning your head sideways.

“No, she actually got us fired.” He chuckled. “But she stood up for herself, that’s why I love her.”

“She sounds great, will she be visiting you soon?” You asked him. “I’d love to show her the embarrassing pictures of us with marker all over our backs and faces when you lived here in ‘73. And the pictures of you pretending to be Super-Man. Can’t forget those ones.”

“Oh, my god, you still have those?” He laughed. “Yes, she’s visiting on Thanksgiving with her brother, Mike.” El’s head perked up. “Mike is Will’s best friend...and El’s boyfriend.”

“Is that so?” You smiled and turned to her. “What’s he like?”

“He’s...funny. And awkward. And a nerd.” She mumbled to you.

“He sounds very pleasant. Can’t wait to meet him.” You winked at her and she gave you a sweet little smile. You were very curious to hear what she had to say.

The waitress came back to take your orders. You and your dad got your usuals, Jonathan got a hamburger, El and Will got hot dogs, and Joyce got soup.

“You guys should try the rice pudding afterwards, it’s really good!” You told them and your dad rolled his eyes. “It is!”

“Pudding with rice in it?” El asked.

“Seriously, you gotta have some.” You told her. “I love it cold with cinnamon on it.” Your cousins were staring at you curiously. “C’mon, if you don’t eat it, I will.”

“Darlene loved her rice pudding.” Joyce chuckled. “You know, you look just like her.”

“I tell y/n that every day.” Your dad said. “It’s the eyes, I swear.”

“And the nose.” Joyce added.

“Oh, yeah.” Your dad agreed. The waitress came with rice pudding for everyone but your dad. Joyce ate it without a question, she had it every holiday with your grandma growing up. Your cousins (including El) stared at it hesitantly, then each took a bite. Jonathan remembered eating it once and hating it. Will spit it out. El took a second bite.

“Like it, El?” You asked.

“Not bad.” She actually managed to finish it.

“Sweet.” You did the same. “Anyone wanna make brownies tonight, or something?”

“Me!” El lit up. You were happy that she was warming up to you so fast.

“Sounds like a plan, we’ll make them from scratch.”

[springsfordays]

Okay so this is entirely self indulgent and incredibly silly but I keep thinking about it so imma type it out lol!

PNF x BNHA AU

Where UA is the best hero academy in the tri state area and is actually a middle to high school academy.

O.W.C.A.

OWCA is one of the many hero agencies in Danville and is specifically made for heros who have animal based quirks.

Major Monogram

Quirk: not sure probably something with acrobatics.

while technically a retired hero in action he still runs his hero agency with an iron fist. (Eh or so he claims in reality he can hardly control most of his agents.)

Carl Karl

Quirk: Squirrel (anything a squirrel can do he can do)

While he is a 3rd year UA support course student he also interns at OWCA for first hand hero and support experience. Though the agency actually has him spend a lot of time there rather than school. It didn’t cause him too much trouble though cause of a couple new students he’s been mentoring at school.

Perry the platypus

Quirk: sentients

I was thinking about how could Perry be a animal based hero while still being involved with the Flynn-Fletchers somehow but I think I like the idea of him being a Principal Nezu of sorts. Where he’s an actual platypus but was experimented by humans and given the quirk of sentients but he’s also their pet still.

Pre-Support Course

(Just wanted to point out that all the kids in this au are 13-14 years old instead of like 10)

In this course middle school students have the chance to get a head start for their support studies. Not many apply for this class but there are a few. These students specifically help the pre-hero course students the most. And are mentored by Carl.

Most notably students are the very talented Flynn-Fletcher brother duo.

Phineas Flynn

Quirk: Work hands (he can turn his fingers into small work tools such as a blow torch, screwdriver, magnifying glass, essentially his hands are Swiss army tools. However he cannot do this for significant amount of time so he uses regular tools more often)

Phineas has always wanted to be hero since he was very young. But as time went on and he became slightly more realistic he realized he couldn’t be the hero he wanted to be. But he was fantastic at building and has been doing it since he was little. He then realized his talent and love for building gadgets didn’t have to be a hobby or a completely different career. He could support heros and make their quirks more powerful with his inventions.

Ferb Fletcher

Quirkless

A very quiet nearly mute young boy Ferb is but also an extremely intelligent one at that, with a knack for building. When he was younger he had been waiting and waiting and counting the days until his quirk would appear. But his ripe ages of 5-7 when most kids got their quirks quickly passed and upon examination was told he was quirkless. He was down for a while since he couldn’t be a hero but quickly followed his brother’s philosophy and decided that ensuring the safety and strength of heros so they can save more lives was good enough for him.

The brother duo are also still best friends with Isabella, Buford, and Baljeet since they’re all neighbors. The five grew up together and experienced one by one how they all got their quirks. Isa, Buf, and Jeet have amazing quirks which only made the anticipation and eventual disappointment of Ferb being quirkless that much heartbreaking. But never did any judgement hold up and the three used their quirks to defend their friends from constant bullying. And in return the duo were always coming up with new ways to help them advance their quirks.

Also Irving is in general studies and is still an obsessive fanboy. He keeps journals similar to how deku writes and analyzes heros and such. His quirk is camera eyes. (Which explains all his weird photos) He likes to hang around Phineas and Ferb since he really admired their inventions for the cool hero students.

Pre-Hero Course

In this UA the middle school side has a pre-hero corse where students can get a head start for their high school’s hero course but only accepts the strongest of students.

Isabella Garcia-Shapiro

Quirk: Firey Explosion ((Okay so this is basically bakugou’s quirk but a bit different sorry but his quirk matches Isabella’s firey determination plus her having a quirk that you wouldn’t expect for a little cute girl to have is funny to me,,,) a combination quirk since her mother had acidic fluids that concentrated enough can make small flames or tiny combustions and her father could sweat glycerin the two combined making Isabella create giant explosions from anywhere in her body. Since all her fluids, sweat, blood, spit, tears, etc have the acidic glycerin she can also create flames that come out of her body when she over uses her explosions that she usually has come out of the palms for her hands. (She can also breath fire because of this which makes a pretty cool surprise attack))

Isabella is one of the best and most powerful students in her class. She has always had a protective nature to her and is a strategic genius when it comes to battle. When her quirk had first developed she had used it to defend Phineas (she still has a huge crush on him lol) and Ferb, her best friends that were constantly made fun of for being ‘useless’. One day Phineas told her that she was his hero and from there she’s worked hard to one day become a hero.

Baljeet Tjinder

Quirk: Giganta Growth (He could grow into any size he desires even taller than most buildings and mountains. However he cannot retain size for very long and becomes extremely nauseous.)

Another top student in his class similar to Isabella. Most people cannot actually figure out his quirk sometimes and are extremely surprised when this turns out to be his actual quirk. Appearance wise he has longated fingers, ears, and feet. He has blue skin and monkey tail and even has fully red eyes. His blue skin, which is from his family’s genetics, is actually mostly gravity resistant so when he is normal sized he can fly. Not only that but he is remarkably intelligent. In fact when he was little he had zero interest in becoming a hero, he rather had been a scientist of sorts. But it was when two of his best friends couldn’t realistically become heros he felt selfish that he was given such a great power and he was choosing not to save lives with it, with that he decided to become a hero.

Buford van Stomm

Quirk: Wind Gust (From his lungs to his breath he can control the air around him to create powerful gusts of wind and manipulate air waves. But he must be careful with this because he endangers himself of collapsing or bursting his lungs.)

Buford just like Isa and Jeet is one of the top performing students in his class. This is because he can control his quirk pretty well and is great to have in battle. However he is still a bully by nature and most say he suits being a villain more than a hero. He considers this a compliment since this means most villains will fear him. His motivations of becoming a hero are entirely selfish. Wanting to be a star and make tons of money. He wants to blow away all the villains and become center of attention. (Also as a gross joke he’ll collect a bunch of wind and blow it out by burping which disgusts everyone)

Other students and advisors call these three the “Mini Three” modeled after the “Big three” who are in the hero course and are the top students in their class. But there are about seven others in the pre hero course so I’m just gonna name them off with short quirk descriptions.

Ginger Hirano Quirk: Wing growth (for this one just look to Stacy’s cause it’s pretty much the same since it is a hereditary quirk)

Adyson Sweetwater Quirk: Werewolf (Can change into a large wolf man at will)

Katie Quirk: Electricity (Essentially Denki’s I just like this quirk)

Holly Quirk: Hallo glow (She can exude out hallo like rings from her arms and legs stunning villains when they are hit by them)

Milly Quirk: Spikes (She can create large spikes from any point in her body and can even control them to create some forms)

Gretchen Quirk: Erasure (Like Erasurehead’s but she can erase multiple quirks at once but she has to use special glasses since it strains her eyes)

Django Brown Quirk: Vine Hands (He can shoot out vines from his hands)

Hero Course

I don’t have to many ideas for the hero course students but whatevs here’s the “Big Three” of the hero course!

Candace Flynn

Quirk: Sonic Voice (it’s Present Mic’s SORRY BUT COME ON IT SUITS HER SO WELL. But yeah she can make her voice create sonic booms in whichever direction she wants.)

A 3rd year student in UA. Ever since she was young she has always wanted to protect those around her especially her little brothers. She was almost slightly relieved when she learned neither of them could really become heros. But she always had a nervous breakdown whenever they’d build ridiculous gadgets that could potentially harm them. She became a hero mostly for fame and glory too but her natural protective skills puts her as one of the school’s best students since she can use her quirk so well. She also can do parkour pretty good which only makes her a better hero.

Stacy Hirano

Quirk: Wing Growth (As said before this is a hereditary quirk amongst the Hirano family. Basically  she has multiple pairs of wings on her body (one on each side of her head, two pairs on her back, and a pair on each foot. For reference look to Ryo’s satan design from devilman crybaby) but can only grow one pair from her back to any size. With her strength and agility she can use her wing growth to hit her opponents. She can fly extremely fast but growing too much hurts her ability to move her body)

A 3rd year student in UA. All Stacy’s life she’s wanted to impress her mother. Dr. Hirano being a highly respected doctor within the hero industry has high expectations for her daughters. So Stacy opted to become a hero and is shaping up to be a fantastic one. Even if she’s a little dopey at times she’s extremely agile with her wings making her a great rescue hero.

Vanessa Doofenshmirtz

Quirk: Demon Titan (She can turn into a gigantic demon looking titan, similar to Baljeet’s but her physical appearance changes entirely and she could only grow to one size. She can’t retain this for too long otherwise her muscles give out entirely)

A 3rd year student in UA. As the daughter of one of Danville’s top villains combined with her quirk and physical appearance most people think she’s a complete villain in the making. In her normal form she has blueish gray skin, a demon tail, large horns, completely white eyes and black lips. Most are afraid of her especially since she’s seemingly so cold and distant to everyone around her. But in reality she really does wish to right the wrongs of her family and help people around her. She interns at OWCA.

There’s about seven other students in their class as well but I don’t really know too much about them and their quirks but just know their classmates are Monty, Jeremy, Coltrane, Jenny, Lacie, Johnny, and Albert (he’s like the Mineta of their class).

Villains

Again haven’t put too much thought into this one but yeah.

L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. is still a villain organization in Danville and their main rival for control is OWCA.

Dr. Doofenshmirtz

Quirkless

We all know Doof’s incredibly sad backstory and it is still all that but with the more embarrassing tale of how he brings shame to his family by being quirkless. So he dedicates his life to learning evil science and to destroy the tri state area and heros all together. But of course he’s always thrawted by Perry the platypus. Even though he’s super disappointed in the fact his daughter wants to be a hero (who by the way looks nothing like him all her looks come from her mother) he’s still loves her the same and even supports her. He’s even attacked certain places in Danville just so she could get hero practice by defeating him. Which she’s super embrassed about.

And that’s about it for now. Just thought this would be a fun au to write about sometime lol. But yeah I love my hero and Phineas and Ferb totally is works for this super intellect society.

[dragonrajafanfiction]

First Day of School

This is just something that came to my head and I figured I’d write it down before I got it... Ru’Yi’s first day at Cassell College. Please enjoy.

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Ru’Yi pulled her shoulder bag a bit higher and she took a deep breath. Her parents stood side by side in the doorway of the cozy Chicago Townhouse.

“Okay... I ... guess I’ll see you on spring break?” Ru’Yi said, shrugging.

“Call us when you get there.” Her mother gave her a kiss on the cheek. 

It was January 10th, the official start of Spring 2020 semester. Her father, Chu Zihang, and mother, Bai Meixiu, had enrolled her this year even though her dragonblood had been awakened all her life and she already knew her Soul Skill. She wasn’t going there to learn Dragonslaying or to become the hero of the world. It was just that her father and mother wanted her to have the best possible education among people like her. 

Hybrids.

Unlike most hybrids, she didn’t grow up feeling the Blood Cry. She knew exactly who she was. Her father, Chu Zihang, was an A-rank powerhouse who had mastered the notoriously uncontrollable Jun-Yan - Royal Fire. He could summon flames so hot they could melt glass and metal. 

Not only that, he knew the secret technique of Blood Rage, that could forcibly increase his purity to dangerous levels. He was a near unstoppable force. Not only that, he was peerless in martial arts and hacking. He was also very handsome, with dark hair, pale skin, and mysteriously golden eyes.

Her mother, Bai Meixiu, was even higher, Rank-S with three Souls Skills under her belt. She could Teleport anywhere she could visualize, summon blades of light and control them with a thought. But most terrifyingly, she could control the dragonblood purity of other hybrids. No Hybrid could ever stand before Ru’Yi’s mother without express permission. But looking at her, she was a petite black woman, well dressed and polite, who loved to dance.

To Ru’Yi, they were just mom and dad.

“One more thing...” Chu Zihang looked at his daughter, his expression serious.

“Yes, Dad?”

“If you ever meet a boy...” His eyes seem to glow behind the dark glasses. “I need you to tell me right away.”

“Zihang!” Meixiu protested. “Can you not! She’s old enough to make her own decisions!”

“It’s not that I want to influence your decisions... I just want to know about him. What’s his name? Where is he from! I want to know everything about this boy!” Zihang looked into her eyes with a sense of near desperation.

Ru’Yi gave a nervous laugh. “Don’t worry, Dad, I don’t think boys will be a big issue...”

Ru’Yi sighed to herself. Her father and mother were quite famous. Even while they toured the campus, most of the boys took on a ‘look and don’t touch’ posture, practically saluting in reverence to her father and not even looking at her. Who wants to date Chu Zihang’s daughter?

“Anyway, I’ll call you when I get there!”

The cab blew the horn, signaling his arrival. She gave her parents one last wave before heading away.

She got into the cab and looked up at the driver. “Subway station please!”

She put in her earbuds and started listening to her favorite song. She looked out the window. Her parents were waving her good bye. They kept waving.

She smiled, chest filling with excitement, she started to bounce and sing, giving finger guns to people out on the street. For the first half of her life, she lived isolated in Thailand. Her family lived far away because they wanted to get away from the life they had before, full of conflict and violence. Her father and mother only told her a little about how her life began, in chaos, filled with evil people who pursued them.

But things were different now. The evil was vanquished and the people running the school were their friends. They could finally live in peace. 

But once Ru’Yi turned 14, they realized that living on an isolated island wasn’t good for her so they returned to the city.

Ru’Yi loved it. She could go shopping every day, there was a neighborhood of kids her age instead of just a few. And there were burritos and sushi and ramen! So much good food! She never wanted to go back to living on an island again.

The cab stopped across from the entrance to the station and she paid the fare and got out, still humming to herself. She waited for the light to turn and stepped off the curb to cross.

The sudden sound of screeching tires made her turn and look. Her vision was full of the radiator and bright headlights of a truck. It was too late to get out of the way. The driver looked into her eyes and realized what was about to happen.

Ru’Yi closed her eyes, waiting for the impact.

But the impact never came. She opened her eyes and she was off her feet, in the embrace of a stranger.

She looked up into a pair of brown eyes who looked down at her.

 “Oh my gosh! That was close! Thank you so much!” She gasped.

“No need to thank me.” His voice was deep. He was taller, with brown hair and was wearing a camel colored coat. “Are you alright?”

“Yes... thanks to you.” 

He set her down safely on the sidewalk and quickly started to walk away.

“Wait! What’s your name!” She ran after him as he descended the stairs to the subway. When she reached the stairs, he was gone.

She kept looking for him, scanning her fare card and wandering the platform. But he was nowhere to be found.

She had to catch her train.

She turned and made her way back to the platform to wait. She sat down on the bench, feeling her heart rate return to normal. She could have died! He must have been really fast to get her out of the way of the truck. She had frozen like a... well... like a deer in the headlights!

She heard the squeal of a train’s brakes. A short train, sleek like a bullet and displaying the World Tree symbol of Cassell pulled into the station in front of her. A man in a corduroy green uniform and formal top hat stepped out and bowed deeply. “Miss Chu. Your train has arrived.”

“My train?”

“Yes. You have been ruled a preliminary S-Rank hybrid. Therefore, the S-rank train has come to pick you up.” 

She looked at it. It looked to only have two cars, the engine and the passenger car. People were staring at her, wondering who she had to be to get her own train.

Ru’Yi stood up, stunned. She carried herself and her luggage, following the man in the uniform. She stepped into plush surroundings. The train was wood paneled on the interior, full of fresh flowers and potpourri. There was even a bottle of wine waiting for her in the cooler.

She sat down in the red velvet seat, her mind still reeling from her close call and the mysterious man who saved her.

“Can I get you anything else?” The man asked.

“Oh... are there any other hybrids coming today?” She asked.

“Oh, quite a few! But you’re the only S among them.” He gave her a kind smile.

She nodded. “Okay...”

The train took off silently increasing to incredible speed out of  the station. They disappeared into the tunnel, blazing down the usual route all trains took until it split off into its own track, aiming directly for a dense forest specially planted as cover for the route to Cassel College.

The trees were a blur of brown, black and green. She gathered her bags to herself. Her dad and mom had taken this same route and now she was going too. Like generations of Hybrids before her, Ru’Yi would be taking her own journey.

She burst into blinding light and the campus came into view, stately buildings up an artificial hillside split by canals and bridges. She was finally here!

The train squealed to a halt and the doors slid open.

Ru’Yi stood in confusion as hundreds of students milled everywhere, looking down at applications and up at signs pointing them where to go.

She patted her pockets. Right, she would need her application! She pulled the white sheet of paper out. “Please report to professor Miranis in room AB5 of the Hall of Valor...” She said to herself. She turned to walk and look for a sign for the sign of the Hall of Valor. 

She immediately collided with someone, falling backwards.

“Ah! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” came a distraught voice.

Ru’Yi gathered herself up, “It’s okay! Are you okay?” 

The dark haired young man was patting around the ground. His sunglasses were resting nearby him. She quickly gathered them up before someone could step on them.

“Here. Here you are.” She handed them to him. 

He reached out blindly. His eyes were a gorgeous violet hue that Ru’Yi had never seen before, the color of lavender. But they stared blankly into the distance.

He was blind.

She quickly got him to his feet. “Are you looking for Valor Hall?” She asked him.

“Yes. Actually. Can you help me find it?” He laughed a bit nervous. “Sorry for the trouble.”

“Not at all.” She put the glasses in his hand. 

“Someone said it was this way.” 

She looked in the direction he was facing and saw the sign.  “They were right. Are you here by yourself? Shouldn’t someone be with you?” She took his elbow and walked slowly but steadily.

He stammered, panting with exertion. “Well... I mean, yes but... like... it wouldn’t matter really. I have to get used to being blind on my own. It’s... kind of a long story, but ... my Soul Skill allows me to see. Without it, I can’t. They don’t let you use Soul Skills here so.. it’s kinda hopeless.”

“Wait... you could see before you got here?”

“Yes. Well... yes...” He frowned a bit. “I knew my vision would be affected but not this much. “

“Then you can’t read braille or anything? How are you going to study?”

“Books on tape?”

“Oh my goodness.” She put her hand on her face.

“My name’s Tom by the way. Thomas Allman. And you?”

“Chu... Chu Ru’yi.”

“Chu...” He suddenly stopped. “Wait. Chu Ru’Yi? Is your dad Chu Zihang?” His eyes widened.

“Yes...” Ru’Yi sighed. 

“Oh wow! I... I’m so sorry I ran into you but... I’m so happy I ran into you! I’m a big fan!” An excited grin wreathed his face. “I’ve admired him ever since I was little. The unquenchable Golden Pupils!”

Yes, the golden light never left her father’s eyes. It was more of a burden than an asset though. Many people found his eyes terrifying, and for hybrids especially, those eyes had the effect of recalling to their minds the sacred words of the Dark King, Imperium, which gave people the urge to kneel before him. It was an unsettling feeling. Chu Zihang wore sunglasses and contacts to prevent people from feeling discomfort around him.

“See I kind of have the same problem.” Thomas explained.

“What do you mean? Your eyes aren’t yellow.”

“They are when I use my Soul Skill and I use my Soul Skill to see!” He explained.

“Oh... that’s right!”

“I have to wear contacts and sunglasses and things but... the contacts dry my eyes out so bad! Can you ask your dad what he wears? … Which brand?”

“Sure, I can do that.”

He started to blush bright red. “I still can’t believe I met you on my first day. I’m really super lucky!”

Ru’Yi gave a little laugh, unsure of what to say.

[ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes]

Until You Return From the Front Line *Isiah JesusxOC

A request from @everythingandyou

Summary: Tommy’s eldest daughter, Avis, falls for Isiah Jesus but before they can have a whirlwind romance they’d always dreamed of, Europe crumbles. 

//Judging that the ages for the children in the series are wonky enough, I’m just going to have Isiah, Finn, and Avis in their late 20s, Charlie 18, and Ruby as 14.

           Dear Dad,

It’s been about a month since I’ve arrived in France. There are a lot of lovely girls my age. There’s a girl from Birmingham as well! I hope you’ve heard from Uncle Finn and Michael as I haven’t received any letters from them as of yet. I heard from Charlie about a week ago and it sounds like he’s becoming acclimated. It’s been a bit difficult as I’ve never seen such wounds before. There was a young man, couldn’t be more than twenty, who lost a leg. I’m hopeful the war won’t last very long. But I worry for Isiah and the others. Give Ruby and Lizzie my love and let them know I’m always thinking of them.

Love,

Avis

           It was an absolute nightmare. Tommy thought he could raise his children and never have them know the horrors that he and his brothers knew. The War was in the past, Charlie would never know the fear of being buried alive by a tunnel or the sound of bombers in the air and rifles through the night.

           But no longer. Britain had once again declared war and no able-bodied young man was safe from the draft. Charlie, a proud boy enlisted much to Tommy’s anger.

           The two fought over the decision for a few days. Charlies argued that it was the same thing his father had done. Tommy argued that, yes, it was the same thing he’d done and that’s why he was trying to protect his only son.

           Despite the power he had both in Parliament and in the community, Tommy couldn’t pull enough strings to get his son discharged before he was shipped off.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           Before Charlie left, they had a party for him at the Garrison. Tommy’s three children were all there. Avis was the oldest and the last thing Tommy had left of Greta Jurosi, the first love of his life. Next was Charlie, and finally, little Ruby who was actually taller than her older sister and nearly as tall as her brother.

           Drinks were flowing and spirits were generally up even though Charlie was leaving for the front lines. Everyone tried to remain optimistic. Maybe things would be settled and the young man would never even see a lick of combat. That’s all they could hope for.

           Across the room, Tommy spied Avis. She was a beautiful young woman with dark hair and her mother’s green eyes. Ever since she was little, she wanted to be a nurse. Growing up in Small Heath and around the rise of the Peaky Blinders she’d seen more than her share of injuries. So, with Tommy’s support, she completed nursing school and worked with ill children. Despite her rough upbringing, she was a gentle figure in the family.

           And now she was dancing very close to Isiah. The sight wasn’t too strange as the two had grown up together. She, Finn, and Jeremiah’s son were inseparable on the streets of Small Heath.

           Little did Tommy know; Isiah was Avis’s first kiss. Her first love. When they turned eighteen, he gifted her a promise ring which she never removed.

~~~~~~~~

           As the music slowed down, Isiah pulled Avis closer. “I need to tell you something.” He whispered to her.

           “You’re enlisting.”

           He frowned. “How did you find out?”

           Avis pressed her cheek to his shoulder. “Finn told me you two went.” She answered quietly. “I didn’t want to believe him until you told me yourself.”

           “I’m sorry but I can’t stay here while Charlie’s over there.”

           Avis nodded and the two were quiet for a moment as they considered the possibility of being separated. Neither were sure the longest time they’d gone without seeing each other. It was like they were magnets, just due to be drawn back to each other at the end of the day.

           “I’m going too.” She finally spoke again.

           “What?” Isiah stopped swaying with her and lifted her chin so she was looking at him.

           “They told us in the hospital that they needed nurses.” She explained, her green eyes locked on his. “And I signed up. If you’re all going then I am too.”

           He shook his head but he knew there was a very slim chance she would ever change her mind. She had strong convictions and that was one reason why he loved her so. “I’m guessing there’s nothing I can say to make you stay here?”

           She smiled and shook his head. “No.”

           “Stubborn girl.” He sighed and pressed his forehead to hers. “I love you.”

           “I love you too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

           Tommy pulled his daughter aside the next morning. “There something you want to tell me?” He asked.

           Avis attempted to feign innocence. Mostly because she wasn’t sure what her father was trying to call her out on. Her relationship with Isiah? Her decision to enlist as a nurse? That one time when she was ten and broke a plate but blamed it on Charlie? “Tell you what?”

           “I saw the way you were with Isiah last night.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “How long has that been going on?”

           Avis averted her eyes and rifled around her purse for a cigarette. “A while.” She admitted. “Why?”

           “Av, I don’t want to control you. You’re old enough to make your own decisions.”

           “But you’re worried that people are going to look down on you because your daughter’s dating someone who’s black?” She snapped and glared at him.

           “What?” Tommy shook his head. “Absolutely not. I’m talking about him providing for you. He’s a Blinder, Avis.”

           “And?” She threw up her hands in disbelief. “He’s intelligent, dad, you know that. If you gave him and Finn more responsibilities on the tracks then maybe they could make more money.” She accused.

           “That’s what you want, aye? Your husband working on the tracks? You could date someone of better social standing, Avis.” Tommy wanted nothing but to have his children succeed. To never allow them to see the slums of life, the worst of the worst of living. They would never go hungry, they would never be cold in the winter, they would never be afraid of being evicted.

           “I want someone who I love more than anything else.” Avis shot back at him. “I’m not marrying someone I don’t love.”

           Tommy ran a hand over his face, deflating slightly. “I understand you love him but…”

           “But nothing, dad. There’s nothing you could say to change my mind. I love him, isn’t that enough?”

           He looked at his oldest daughter, the apple of his eye. Perhaps he was just making up excuses. Maybe he was afraid of her getting old and starting a family of her own. It probably wouldn’t have mattered who she loved. He would protest because time had moved too fast. She’d grown too fast.

           “Dad, I enlisted.” Avis decided the time was as good as any to tell him the other news. “I’m going to serve as a nurse.”

           “No, absolutely not.” Falling in love was one thing. Going into a war zone was another thing. “I will not have you and Charlie over there. Absolutely fucking not.”

           “What am I meant to do here? I’m a nurse and I want to do what I can!” She cried.

           “What if I lose you both, aye?” Tommy stood up and began pacing anxiously. “What if you two both come back in boxes? I’m gonna have to tell your sister that you’re gone?”

           “Nothing’s going to happen to us, dad, we’ll be okay.”

           “You don’t fucking know that!” He shouted. “Neither of you have no idea what the fucks happens in those trenches. You both want to be proud of your fucking country when this country left me and your uncles for dead, buried alive!”

           Tears began to brim in Avis’s eyes. “I won’t be worthless. I’m going to make a difference.” She whispered tearfully. “I won’t sit around while men die. I’m going.” She asserted and left before Tommy could yell at her more.

~~~~~~~~~~~

           Avis returned home from France a few weeks before Isiah and Charlie. Tommy refused to let go of her for quite some time. She was home, now he just needed to get his son back and the world would be right again.

           It was like there had been a never-ending alarm over the world for years. But finally, at that moment, everything went completely silent. The echoes faded and now everyone was left to pick themselves up, gather their dead, return home, and find out what normal had been.

           Isiah had been shot twice, once in the leg and once in the shoulder. Finn had nearly lost his arm to a grenade. Charlie had grown very ill from the gases. Michael had a bullet lodged in his back that would have to be taken out by surgeons in London. They’d all been through hell and back but at least they were returned home alive.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

           Isiah grinned and dropped his bag when he saw his Avis pushing through the crowds on the train platform.

           “Baby!” She squealed and leapt into his arms.

           “Oh, I missed you so much.” Isiah spun her around, hugging her tightly and then kissing her deeply. He never wanted to let go of her again.

          After a moment, Avis pulled back for a breath. She took in his handsome features, tracing her thumb over his cheek. “I missed you more.” She sighed with relief and kissed him again. Feeling him hold her again was reassuring. Not even a world war could tear them apart. They’d always return to each other.

Masterlist 

[inked-joon]

Hi everyone! I am back with Joongki after taking time off to get my life in order. I would love to do some starters and plots with anyone who is interested. If you are interested let me know by simply liking this post or messaging me!!!

is that [MIN YOONGI]? no, that’s just [LEE JOONG-KI]. [HE] is [TWENTY-TWO] years old and is a [Owner of  SILVER LINING INK AND PRIVATE CELEBRITY TATTOO ARTIST ]. rumor has it they’ve been in town for [TWO YEARS]. on a good day, they’re [UNDERSTANDING, PROTECTIVE & AMBITIOUS] but watch out! they can also be [STUBBORN AND CLOSED OFF]. [LOVE DRUNK BY EPIK HIGH] plays in my head whenever i think of them. can’t wait to see them around springhill!

TlDR;

Joongki and his sister were abandoned by his parents when they were young. They were thrust into foster care but Joongki took his sister back before they could be adopted.

Lee Joongki’s Life

Love Story by Epik High and IU

Joongki was born in Daegu, South Korea. He can’t remember much of his life while he lived in Korea but being able to speak fluent Korean has been proven fact he did live there.

His family and him had moved to New York when he was 10 years old after his father had gotten a new job. (At least that is what he was told)

It had been them three for a couple of years but soon his mother became pregnant and his sister, Naeun,  was born. Joongki’s first understanding of love was an unconscious feeling of love for his parents but looking into his sister’s eyes he realized truly what conscious and deliberate love was.

The two of them were inseparable joined at the hip since she could babble her first words. They were a small happy family but Joongki learned quickly that happiness never lasts.

Here Come the Regrets by Epik High

It started off as worry. His parents had gone out saying they were going to pick up some dinner. It was Joongki’s birthday. He was turning 12 and he thought they had really gone out to get his birthday cake.

Minutes turned into hours and hours soon turned into days. Joongki thought maybe they had gotten into an accident or maybe they had gotten lost. He checked the news to see if anything came up but he had found nothing.

Soon they had run out of food and Joongki took Sunny out to the grocery store and the image of a small child holding a crying baby led to the police being called and questions being asked.

They were both placed into the foster care system and separated into different households.

Joongki would do his best to see Naeun everyday peeking his head through the window standing on his tippy toes to see her in her bassinet. Soon he grew taller and no longer needed to tippy toe to see his little sister. They were growing up.

Joon knew that when he turned 18 they would kick him out but his plan was to adopt Sunny that day and they would be a family again.

Seesaw by Suga

While those days were the hardest he did have moments that made him truly happy. Specifically a boy with a box smile who he met while playing in the park with his foster family.

Soon he would be able to put a face to the name and him and Daejung became fast friends. It took him a while but soon he told the older boy his “mother” wasn’t his mother and that he was in the foster care system.

It always made him smile how Daejung aka Moonie would promise up and down that he would get them both out. He knew it wasn’t true but the false hope it gave him made his chest warm. But he knew happiness doesn’t last forever.

Happen Ending by Epik High

He never understood why adults whispered like kids couldn’t hear them, especially 14 year olds.

Joon had learned that the police were able to locate his parents. They were found heading on a plane back to South Korea and were succesful.

This meant him and Naeun were officially wards of the state making them eligible for adoption. While Joongki was probably too old to be adopted Naeun was the perfect age according to the social worker.

The next time he went to visit her she was being held by another family as they spoke to the social worker. A pit in his stomach grew. He was losing the only family he had left.

Run By BTS (Get it)

He had only one choice. To get his family back.

He waited as long as he could but the night before the adoption he knew this was his last chance. Joongki grabbed his bags and packed his things. He knew his foster family wouldn’t miss him so he left no note.

Joongki broke into Naeun’s house and took her away. He remembered holding her in his arms. They had both grown; she was two years old now and he was a teenager.

However when they looked in each other’s eyes he smiled as she giggled and held his hand. It wasn’t too long.

He ran as fast as he could with her away from that place to the only place he could think of.

That’s what led them to the doorstep of Moon who graciously took them in.

Things go pretty fast from here

Joongki and Naeun end up moving into the Moon residence.

Joongki renames Naeun so that he can enroll her into school. He names her Sunny after her smile.

Joongki doesn’t go to school since he is afraid that it could lead to them getting found out by the police. Instead he cleans up a tattoo shop full time. He ends up spending his breaks watching the artists at work and soon he falls in love with the craft.

The owner becomes his teacher and mentor and soon Joongki is able to wield a tattoo gun as easily as a pen.

His first tattoo is on Daejung and his brother and it’s still one of his favorite works to this day.

Sunny grows up and meets Mimi and the two become inseparable.

They all grow up together and even though Daejung moves off to college Joon still visits him as if they still live together.

Thats when he meets @song-minjoon (cue Kdrama music) admiration turns to fascination to turns to infatuation and a big stupid crush on his hyung.

Life finally seems to be getting back on track but again happiness doesn’t last forever.

Daejung heads off on tour dropping out his sophomore year and the house became tense after that.

Moon’s father kept talking to Joon about becoming an independent person and that if he didn’t he could lose Sunny. In fear of losing her Joongki moved out and moved to Springhill, NJ with Sunny.

He first told Eomma Moon that it was his idea but soon the truth came out. While they were trying out a new Korean restaurant the family was reunited and Eomma Moon asked whether they wanted to move back in while Joongki tried to get his career set. (Joongki is still thinking about his answer)

Joongki currently works at the local tattoo shop while also working as the personal tattoo artist for Daejung’s brothers band and any other artists he meets along the way.

He hopes one day he can start his own business and really make Sunny proud.

[otakuhoo]

Full House 🏠

By: Otakuhoo

A home is some what like a place you can dwell unto if you’re so tired of the world and badly needed a place to recharge. A safe haven that you can just grab every thing you need like love and support from the rest of the people living in it. In other way, it can’t be called a home either if the ones living in it don’t reciprocate feelings for each other. Rather, it’s simply a house.

I’ve tried living in a random house. When I got a job away from my country, I’d never thought I could find a similar home I had back in my home country. I lived in a villa together with my colleagues at work. We were all girls (which lessen the excitement) in there. I’ve always wanted to try a kind of liberation where I get to live with random people with variety of personalities and beliefs. We were 14 girls when we took our first step in the house and hastily picked our own rooms and roommates. Luckily, I have my very own buddy with me in that journey so automatically she’s gonna be my roommate.

The girls I lived with were quite older than me. I’m the youngest in the herd (since most of us are plus size girls!). There goes my introvert personality again. I’m not much of a talker at first, scrutinizing people I guess had been a hobby of mine before I get to slide in to their world PARTLY. They were wonderful women with different life stories and battles that had overcome with. Let’s start from the ones in the ground floor, shall we? 👍🏻

Gelli (Korean-ish) 🇰🇷

She’s a sweet little introvert just like me. ✌🏻✌🏻 (only the introvert part 😬) Looking at her, you could probably think she’d never done any white lies or rebellions in life. She’s very intimidating to look at and to be with. You could really distinguished how dark-skinned you are if you happened to sit beside her. She’s a total ideal package of a girlfriend must have for boys. It’s freakin’ me out how come she’d never had a boyfriend. With a god given beauty and fairness like hers, damn what else guys could be looking for. Seriously, this girl never had a boyfriend? 🙀🙀 A shock to my bones and to my internal organs.

Very well, she looks even hotter I mean cuter with the eye glasses. Too bad boys, she’s an oppaholic. You have to be an oppa-ish guy before you can date her. 🇰🇷🇰🇷

Babylyn (The Pretty Amazona!🇧🇷)

If I’m the youngest based on age, well this girl just beat me being the youngest based on her name. She’s a baby for Pete’s sake. Guys would be calling her baby without any reason cause that’s really her name. I wonder if her parents have thought really hard in giving her name. (Just kidding babz!!) But she prefers to be called BABZ rather than baby. She’s the exact opposite of her roommate who is Gelli. She’s too loud even when her intention is just to whisper. She’s the clown in the group. And she could be a temperamental clown to be honest. 😂😂 She gets angry so easily after a lot of teasing. That’s what you call ricochet Babz. ✌🏻You get what you ask for. 🤗🤗What I like most about this girl is her strong will. She’s an independent SINGLE girl. (I have to emphasize the status SINGLE 😂😂.) Just like Gelli, she never had a boyfriend too. No questions ask. (Peace!! She might get mad again while reading this.🙏🏻🙏🏻) She is such a family oriented girl that she chose to prioritize her family’s needs and I salute you on that sister! Long lived the single since birth women in the house! 🙌🏻

MJ (The Fashionable Mom)

Nothing beats the gloriousness of this modern fashionable mom, onee-chan MJ. Well, she doesn’t even look like a mom in the first place. She’s so bubbly that she never rans out of things to say. She’s the kind of girl you wanted to drag with in a place where conversations are starting to lasts. She can be very intimidating at first maybe because of the mole? 🤗 Seriously, she has that modelly kinda look and that mole suits on her face perfectly. We’ve never bonded that long because she has to move out and transfer to the nearest accommodation in the hospital we worked in. Still, we waved each other hello and chat sometimes.

Kimberly (Motherhood 1st Runner Up) 🤰🏼

This lady here is the roommate of onee-chan Mj. She’s about to have a precious angel a few months from now. I addressed her the 1st runner up because she was the second one who got pregnant after coming back in the villa from vacation. I’ll tell you later who is the culprit. 😂😂✌🏻

She is our “chef”. Every time we’re celebrating a special occasion in the house, we’re always looking forward to her cooking. I guess it’s her fault why we all gained such weight. 🤔🤔 Food catering could be a good business partnership with her. 🙌🏻🤟🏻

They are the ones residing in the first floor. Let’s move a notch and head on to the 2nd floor. The girls here are kinda interesting (that includes me!) as well. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Reycianne (Ms Motherhood inter-amniotic 🤰🏼👸🏼)

That’s right! She is the culprit. 😂😂 She started the trend. She had been my movie and cooking buddy in the house. She’s petite but her energy is a bit taller than her. She talks a lot when she was still not pregnant. Now that she’s a preggie, she can’t close her mouth anymore. Just kidding! 😂😂 I love this woman. She’s very religious and I get to learn a lot of things in life from her. She taught me how to be wiser and crazier sometimes. I miss teasing and laughing at her because she never gets mad easily. We tend to tell each other’s secrets and gossip about loads of things.

To your soon to be baby GIRL, may you not inherit your mommy’s weird personalities. 😂😂😂 Cheers to your upcoming new family onee-chan XHAN! 😘😘

Rubia ( The Food Enthusiast!)

If you can’t get enough of every food, there must be an itty bitty of Rubia in you. Trust me, I think she had been to most of the fast food chains and restaurants in the city. She can be onee-chan Kim’s sous chef cause they both love to cook but Rubia loves eating more. (Peace on earth yo!) She’s cool to go out with too. One time when me, her and Carla went to buy some groceries, thought she’ll buy all the stuffs in the store and close it for good (hahaha) cause she ended up in the counter with two carts and one is fully stuffed. Most of it I think were edible. Bet you know what I mean. 

Well, I hope that this enthusiasm she has on food will lead her to finding Mr. Right. I think she’s used to eating meals alone in a fancy restaurant and if she keeps on doing it, some random (hopefully the right one) guy will get to sit and talk to her over a meal. Drastically,  we were in Saudi Arabia so the guy can’t probably sit with her unless they saved some seats in the family section. I’ll keep on crossing my fingers Onee-chan RUBZ till they all get tied up. (hehe). Luckily, I get to see one of your facebook stories that you had been video calling a certain guy 😲, guess every thing starts falling into place.  🥰

Sherly ( The Sweet Country Girl-ish)

Yes, she is sweet not just by her looks but also her voice. The first time I get to hear her voice, I sighed and told myself  “I can get along really well with her.” Cause I once had that kind of voice too, so hearing someone having a  silvery voice (which is cooler than mine) can be called my soulmate.  🥰 🥰 I like how she smiles a lot. It’s so vibrant, warm and inviting. I’ve never seen her at her lowest point, though she had a hard time working on some HR files back in our previous hospital where we worked in. She was sad but not devastated. You couldn’t even tell she had a bad day unless she tells you.  👍 👍 Now that’s what you call pure magic. Too bad, she didn’t renew anymore her contract in KAMCJ,  which made the house kinda gloomy when she left. No more sweet voice of Onee-chan Sherly coming from the kitchen or the living room. She’s like the first one to get us some food every meal time. When me and Carla had our second vacation back to the Philippines, she let us stayed in their house for more than 20 days. We hanged out a lot including onee-chan Joyce (which I will be talking about later). I was able to meet her cute dog named Zoe which was given to her by onee-chan Xhan. We both love dogs so much. Hope I can get to see Zoe and her real soon again. 

CES ( The Timeless Beauty)

If I’ll be on my thirties, I want to have a rare, youthful and smashing beauty just like hers. I find hers a natural one even with or without make up on. But you could never mask the radiance of a natural beauty. I love how doe her eyes are on photos, (Gelli has these kind of eyes too) it’s what I’ve always wanted to have. She has a daughter and I can really tell how much she love her when they had this Skype moment back in Jeddah. She was about to cry and her voice was already shaky. I was so moved by that moment where a mother and daughter seeing each other for the first time after a long long flight overseas. It was also her first time being away from her family to work abroad. Most of the girls in the house weren’t first timers in working overseas. I think there were 4 first timers (including me) in the house. 

She’s onee-chan Sherly’s room mate. She loves movies and she’s very much familiar to a lot of famous Hollywood actors, actresses and singers and some Korean dramas and k pop groups.  And with that, we can get along so well. Don’t forget Gelli too.  😉 😉 Same thing with her, she didn’t also renew her contract in KAMCJ after finishing 2 years in there. So miserable that every person in the house were gradually leaving. It’s part of growing up, I guess. And if we really wanna grow up, it means we have to grow apart as well. I think now she’s back in Saudi Arabia but in a different hospital. Wish we could grab some meal altogether just like the good old days in Villa 6. 

Ruby Joyce ( My Mother from A Different Household)

That’s right, she was my mom in villa 6 and until now I still call her mom, A SINGLE MOM, co’z she’s also single and she has me as her daughter so that makes her a single mom.  😇 😇 (That’s just for fun.) Her room back in the house was just in front of us. She’s cool, fun to be with, has a prominent motherly instinct, a big sister you can call on to and of course very voluptuous. She can handle very well her gorgeous bold body and I admire her for that. I’m a plus size as well but seeing how she dress up for the occasion, makes her look like she doesn’t have the weight. She embraced it too well that she made it invincible to the people and that’s a pretty good thing. 

When she left and ended her contract in KAMCJ, I was in melancholy. I believe we’ll still gonna see each other again but it’ll take long. I can’t actually handle goodbyes pretty well, so when she was packing her stuffs and about to leave the house, I said my farewell as quickly as possible co’z I don’t want her to see my eyes well up. Somehow, when me and Carla both had our second vacation, we decided to meet up with onee-chan Sherly and her. We had the best time of our lives for a couple of days. It was a great bond and I’m glad that we were still able to catch up after missing each other so much. I hope Mr. right will able to find her so I’ll have a dad to be and she can live the fairy tale life I know she deserves to have. 

Michelle ( Exuberant and Full-spirited)

I admit, I seldom pray and go to church but I am still a great believer of God. Onee-chan Michelle here is both. I always saw her pray, not just to put an act but it was really heartfelt. She and onee-chan Reycianne are the most prayerful persons I had noticed in the bunch. Though, she’s very religious I must say, there’s this side of her also that is very comical. She tags along very well to some of the jokes some of us had thrown and laughs hard too. I noticed that she has a boyish walk. Well that was when we still used to walk together back in our villa. She’s onee-chan Joyce’room mate. She didn’t stayed too long in the house as well co’z she had to moved out and transfer to the nearest accommodation from the hospital. Both she and onee-chan MJ were assigned in OR so they’ll probably gonna be room mates. I’m not sure if she’s still in KAMCJ, but if she’s still there, may God keep her and the rest of the front liners safe from all this torment from Covid-19.  😇 🙏

Carla ( The Dauntless Petite)

Finally, I’m down to her since I kept mentioning her in some parts of this blog.  👄 👄 Can’t blame me co’z she had been my company since we started that roller coaster ride just to get where we are right now. She had been my smallest yet straight forward wind vane. I had became so dependent on her that I sometimes depend my decisions in life on hers. While depending on her, I learned how to become independent as well. She could be a walking contradiction and I find it really challenging. She’s so outspoken that you don’t want to miss a thing on not talking back at her. She could be really provoking that not being able to express your own thoughts is like having a wimpy limb. She’s an inspiring artist too. She was the one responsible for all the wall decorations in our villa in every upcoming birthdays. There’s this side of her that’s also very prayerful.  😇 😇 Well, if you want to know more about me and her, I had created a separate blog on how acquainted I am to her, bet you want to read it. Here’s a quick link. (https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/otakuhoo) 

We really are growing apart but not that further. We’re still now in the same country practicing the profession we’re bestowed to have. Just that, we don’t work in the same company but still we manage to keep in touch and that’s the thing we don’t want to lose. The full of secrets, funny, opinionated, mature and nasty😁 conversations. I’d say, I’ve grown fond in this kind of friendship, hope this will not last till you set foot to your next milestone in life.

In addition to the 14 people of the household, they are the two women residing in the third floor. I’m not that very well accustomed to their real personalities or their lives but they were also kind to be with. They both showed us the big sisterly acts and gave us some helpful advises about certain inquiries on how to survive middle east 101. I have nothing much to say about them due to the stair that was keeping us socially distanced.  😆 😆 (Just kidding!) Moreover, I’m still glad that they have been great household members. 

Dianne (Sweety)

Of course, I better include myself as the 14th creature in the herd. I never contributed much back then, only I was the only girl who liked to fall asleep in the living room while the television was on. I was the movie down-loader, the one who’s flash drive remained attached on the TV and the (Tiktoker 😆) one who sings very loud in the living room. I told you guys I’m not that much memorable (haha). I was such a reserved person while being involved with them, hesitant at its finest and talking to unknown people was my complete dilemma. It was like being cast as one of PBB housemates ( a reality TV show). It’s true what they say, you’ll never know what you really are unless you’ll know how to sync and survive in a vast number of unrecognized people. Those two years I had spent with them was the most life changing, reality living and perky sorority I’ve had. 

There you have it! My very own pack of females. Hope you’ll take a good look on how inexplicably beautiful the photographs are (especially me  😆). I know this blog is a bit lengthy, you don’t know how concise I try to make it in describing each of them and still turned out having lots of words in it. Maybe co’z when there’s an interest in writing about certain stuffs or people, you just never ran out of words. I’ll attest to it.  🤘 If you just happen to see me right now, I’m still probably clicking on my keyboard, typing more words about this blog that will make it unending. Since I want to post this one and have my female leads read this, I better end it as gracefully as possible.  ✍️ ✍️ 😘

To these girls, the day we parted was not the end of it. We’ll get to see each other again in due course where some of us will be sharing their parenting lives, preggy moments, most serene weddings and many more exciting moments in this every day battle we call life. Just so you know, while writing this one, I had pressed the button to zap me back to those moments where we all took our first step in the villa and hurriedly chose each room and wander around in every corner of the house. And while being zapped, it’s like I never want to time travel again. All rooms were occupied, it was like the house was meant for us alone. I believe, wherever we’ll all gather up together, there’ll be again a full house where history will again repeat itself.  🏡 🏥

XOXO   ♥️ ♥️ ♥️