#luckily I have friends that suffer through it and parents that don't mind it (my mom's a language nerd too <3 just about French not Spanish

[fennthetalkingdog]

I have somehow gotten to whatever language level means everyone else should understand this shit too. I've been reading Spanish daily at this point (all my devices are in Spanish, I read manga in Spanish for fun) and whenever I see something in Spanish, if the words are stuff I know I automatically start reading it. It's gotten to the point though that I keep forgetting other folks can't understand it. Like, what do you mean you can't read the instructions on my phone?? There's just a Spanish layer over English words, why can't you see the words??? And I keep forgetting my stuff is all in Spanish, so I'll ask folks to put their number in my phone or I'll be moving through the files on my computer in front of my class groupmates and folks will mention how they can't read it or ask if I understand it and I just. I have to stop and process and realize again, ohhh right. Whoopse daisy.

I have so many funny stories from this too, like from when my dad tried to put the family VPN on my phone but he couldn't install it (since he couldn't read anything on the playstore) or put in the password (because I had to flip through intro screens all in Spanish first). Or like how I have to live translate my Youtube recaps whenever I show them to my friends. One of my friends is just so tired of me that whenever my automated missed-call messages come in (in Spanish, of course), he just tells me to speak American LOL.

[gardenofshadcws]

Masterpost of My Fics

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fics under the cut

Lysandre/Augustine Sycamore (Perfectworldshipping)

Pokemon

i wanna take you into the sunlight - Lysandre struggles to deal with a crush and his own feelings of self-loathing. Augustine offers to be his wingman. Little does he know….

i'll follow you way down to your deepest low - Follow-up to i wanna take you into the sunlight. The morning after their first kiss, Lysandre and Augustine hash out some long buried feelings.

gone sovereign - Lysandre returns to his childhood home after the death of his parents and reflects on everything they put him through. The scared little boy burns, and the man who would save the world rises from the ashes, with a new conviction that one day, no one will ever have to suffer again.

another day in the life of the clueless and dramatic - Lysandre doesn't want anyone to know he and Augustine are seeing each other. Malva gives him a hard time about it, and Augustine hears things he probably shouldn't. How is Lysandre going to cover this up?

Fool in the Rain - A hostess at Lysandre Cafe with a crush on her employer watches one of Lysandre's and Sycamore's lunch dates. It hurts, but they're just too sweet together to be upset.

dress has always been my strongest suit - Lysandre criticizes Augustine's choice in outfit, but what's wrong with Crocs anyway?

on this day for you i'm gonna love you in every way - Written for a friend's birthday. It's not often sweet, optimistic Augustine has a rough day, but it happens to everyone. This one's so bad he forgets something important. Luckily, Lysandre is there to help make things better.

the only thing that's real to me is you - Lysandre has been working far too hard lately. Augustine enlists the help of his Pokémon to do something about that.

those bonfire lights in the mirror of sky - Lysandre wants to be the kind of person who gives. Augustine starts to realize that something is very wrong.

time still turns the pages of the book it's burned - Augustine and Lysandre talked every day. They still do.

into the abyss will i run - The end of the world is no place for a child. So Augustine confronts Lysandre instead.

we bury the sunlight - Team Flare won. The whole world has been wiped away, and a new world is about to be born. But Augustine was wiped away in the carnage and Lysandre's victory feels hollow. What to do...?

Jack Garland/Astos

Stranger of Paradise: Final Fantasy Origin

Another Long Goodbye - Astos allows himself a moment of selfishness before Jack is extracted. Jack is happy to oblige.

If You Only Knew - Astos's feelings for Jack aren't as subtle as he thinks they are. Jed and Ash try to help move things along. Astos wishes they wouldn't but he might not have a choice.

When Hope Fades - In every cycle, in every eventuality, two things remain. One, Astos loves Jack. Two, he can never truly have him.

love from the other side of the apocalypse - Two thousand years is a long time to wait. But Jack and Astos don’t mind, now that they have each other at long, long last. Domestic fluffy nonsense. Because Astos deserves it.

i have died every day waiting for you - A short rewrite of the Jack - Astos reunion scene in Wanderer of the Rift. Jack isn't sure how to react to seeing Astos again after all this time. But he figures it out.

my heart is yours (so rip it out) - In a blinding thunderstorm, Jack and his team are forced to take shelter in the Western Keep. But there's more to their host than what he seems, and it's too much for Jack. Some mysterious power draws Jack to Astos, and though Jack tries to pull away he can't resist him.

i would break, i would burn, i would suffer - my heart is yours (so rip it out) from Astos' POV ashes in the snow - The gang makes camp to shelter from a nasty blizzard on Hallowed Massif. Astos keeps his distance from the rest of the group, and Jack's not having it. Jackstos cuddling ensues.

borrow the moonlight - Astos finally gets to travel at Jack's side, just like he always wanted. But after thousands of years floating discarded between dimensions, his magic isn't what it used to be. Is he ready to handle a monster hunt? Just remember: he has power too.

Lea/Isa and Axel/Saïx

Kingdom Hearts

Brotherly Love - Lea needs advice, so he goes to the person he looks up to most. Completely self-indulgent nonsense based off my headcanon that Reno is Lea's older brother.

If She Doesn't Scare You, No Evil Thing Will - Not actually Akusai, but I don't have a better spot for it and it's kindastorta set in the same verse. It stands alone though. Did you ever wonder just how the 99 Dalmatian puppies ended up in boxes, scattered around the worlds? Well, it's all thanks to Traverse Town's favorite security guys-slash-enforcers, the Turks. They've got a job to do, but they might just be in over their heads. Also contains Cruella de Vil in a rocket ship. Crack fic based on my dumbest headcanon.

[cinnamonest]

Darling is Guizhong’s reincarnation

A/N:This could have been a fleshed out fic, but my motivation is just going poof 24/7. According to the lore Guizhong and Rex Lapis are best friends, possibly even lovers. So I just took the middle ground and make it “more than friends, less than lovers”

Fun fact the submission button is being a little gremlin, luckily I had this pasted from google docs.

Tw: forced relationship, infantilization

You were just taking a break in the Guili plains, as a form of relaxation from your daily duties

The place makes you an odd sense of belonging, however, you did not think too hard about that fact.

That is when Zhongli saw you, just when you were gently tucking a glaze lily in your hair. Her favourite flower

The way you smiled with a book on your lap, how you slightly lean against a ruin pillar takes the archon back in time.

"Guizhong, you came back, all these years later?"

"I'm sorry I had let you suffer, I promise that I'll make it up to you."

You don't know this man, so why is he caressing your cheek like some lovestruck fool?? Is he out of his mind?

When you scream and try to get away from his grip, all Zhongli did was coo, telling you calmly that it's alright, he is not here to hurt you. He said woeds cannkr describe how grateful he is, how he knows you don't remember anything, but he will do his best to fill in the blanks.

"Sir, I'm afraid you have confused me with someone else."

"No, I am certain. I understand that you are confused, but please come with me."

Maybe Zhongli is saddened by your terrified expression, he let you struggle out of his embrace.

You thought it was some odd dream after you sprinted home, only to be hit with a marriage proposal two days later. The man had somehow convinced your parents to promise your maiden hand to him.

Next thing you know you are signing a contract on how you will let the geo archon "help" you "regain your memories".

How he knows about your hobbies and preferences is unsettling, and how he traps you in an adepteus domain makes you almost hysterical.

Morax(he insists you refer to him as such now), would always be there to tell you it's alright, you do not need to be afraid, he is here to take care of you, you can always rely on him.

It's his turn to guide you now.

You cried, you refused food and water, even tried to attack him once. All these actions were labelled as your little tantrums. Zhongli has always been a patient man, now you have finally come back to him, he intends to spoil you to unbelievable levels.

Zhongli treats you like a precious jewel, adorns you with beautiful classic garments and pieces of jewelry, all to make you feel more like "yourself".(boomer is stuck in the past here)

All Zhongli needs to do is wait for Stockholm to settle in, so you'll be back to that kind, doting woman you once were.

He would not want to touch you before you accept him, therefore Morax would not want to force himself on you. (*cough But if you really got him angry, he’ll consider it as one of the more extreme methods to help you remember him)

Definitely would make you go through some adepti procedure to awaken your forgotten memories

The two of you had all the time in the world, after all. You will smile and care for him once again, he is sure of it. Morax had sorted his feelings for you throughout the centuries, and he is not letting you slip away from him this time. You are still so frail and kind, what would you do without his protection?

(The brainrot, I hope you enjoyed)

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Thank you for the FOOD itadakimasu damn

Tfw no dragon man to kidnap you and turn you into his little housepet 😔

[wendystales]

Memories - lrh (Chapter Four)

Memories (also on Wattpad)

Chapter Three ※※※※※ Chapter Five

I absorbed and enjoyed the silence that was hovering around my house. I grabbed a glass of juice and sat down on the couch on the balcony. My mom left early for work, and Leah even tried to take me along for a photo shoot she was going to do in Venice. But, honestly, I'm not in the mood for dragging plaster casts around under the sun.

Not to mention that it is good to have moments alone to get my head straight. I know that in a little while it will be even harder to escape from these outings, I mean, I know I have to get back to my routine, but as long as I can avoid it, I will.

I put the juice on the table and pick up my diary. Unlike yesterday, I open it to the first page, like a book, and start reading. I go through a few pages about my feelings, about what I planned about my future, about my parents' divorce.

"I know it was inevitable. Anyone could tell how distant they were, I just didn't want it to be like that, that she suffered the same way I did. And I didn't want to feel that anger from him. But deep down, I know it's for the best.".

A few more pages telling about the scout who had seen me at the mall, the first photo shoot, the first runway show for a small clothing brand. Then arriving at the day I met Ashton.

"That one nobody expected/imagined/sought for. Ashton Irwin is my yoga partner!!! Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Oh my gosh, I never would have imagined that. I was dying of nervousness about being the new student, then he comes and offers to be my duo and oh gosh, he's amazing. Super fun and nice. AND HE CALLED ME UP FOR COFFEE ON SUNDAY.

" Ashton and I sat at a table on the sidewalk. Under the table, I snapped my fingers in nervousness as I read the menu.

- Do you already know what you are going to order? - he asks. I pout and nod my head in denial.

- All I know is that I don't want espresso. - I comment.

- Can I recommend one? I think you'll like it, it's whipped with cream and chocolate, very sweet. - He points to the menu after I accept his suggestion.

- It amazes me how good you are at coffee. - I joke, making him laugh.

- I like coffee. I once took a tour of a coffee farm in the countryside right here in California.

Coffee becomes our first topic. Because he knows and understands coffee, Ashton convinces me to do a tasting at a promising coffee shop in Brentwood the next morning. It was not the kind of program I am used to doing, but everything is different now, my life has changed and so have my types of programs.

- You are lost being my friend, I will call you all morning for breakfast together. - Ashton comments as we drive along the sidewalks of Los Angeles.

My body shakes when it hears the word "friend". I still wasn't sure if I could consider Ash a friend, but now, I'm happy to know that I can and that he considers me too. "

The memory warms and cheers me up, giving me more desire to read and remember.

I don't realize how much I was smiling until my cheeks start to hurt. After that day, his name becomes very frequent, until it joins Leah's.

"I don't know how to explain this girl. She came in so confident and nose to nose, I was sure she would be insufferable, then she opened her mouth and all I could think was 'where has she been all my life? ' And I don't want to get my hopes up or be a pain in the ass, but she's also a model and she talked about me going to her father's agency and if that works out? it's one of the biggest agencies in the world, I'm going to take off. God, if this is your will...".

I laugh at the following narrations that already involve Ashton, Noah and Leah. I can't remember what is written, but my imagination gives me a warm, happy feeling in my body. And if the reality has been as fun and nice as what I imagined, then it was very good.

I feel my body shiver and a chill take over my stomach when I see Luke's name for the first time. I cut the pace of my reading, preparing myself for what was to come. I reach for another glass of juice, buying time and even courage to read the rest.

"I had already noticed him looking at me, I just didn't want to believe he was looking at me, and it was perfect like that, until Ashton brought him in. It's one thing to know who Luke is, it's another to talk to him. In the end it wasn't so bad. I guess. I just stared for the first hour at anything but him, but I guess he must have missed it. Now I'm in the dilemma of if he liked me, I mean, we spent four hours talking and nothing, no kiss, no phone exchange. NOTHING."

I laugh at myself. I can perfectly see myself being embarrassed by him and not being able to look him in the eye.. If I could go back in time, I would tell this Marnie that Luke really liked her, even though I only had a basis in videos and pictures.

I pick up my cell phone and open insta, going to the date that marked my diary. 07/06/18. It was Ashton's birthday party. I flip to the side and see a picture taken in Hawaii, with the caption "The one where we got lost". I turn the page and find that trip.

"I know I am committing one of the biggest follies of my life and deep down, I don't even know why. That's a lie, I do, but that's not the point. In fact, it is, but that's not what I'm going to talk about. Again, it is. The point is: I can't believe that at the last minute I agreed to go on a trip to Hawaii with a bunch of people I barely know. Except Ash, Noah and Leah. And P.S. Monday is his birthday. It only gets better.”

Apparently things between Luke and me went pretty quickly. I read a few more pages seeing that on his birthday, we had our first kiss and from then on everything happened too fast and messy.

I write about many fights and reconciliations. Both he and I, didn't want anything serious, but both he and I, couldn't stay away from each other and there was my reason.

"There is a good big part of all this blocking that I believe is because of what happened and because of me trying to pretend it didn't happen. Dr. Prescott says that if I don't put it out there and don't talk about it, it will consume me. 'Talking about our fears, worries and problems makes them smaller and easier to defeat.'

Besides my parents, no one else knows about that day."

I run my eyes quickly down the page, seeing that that one was about Stephen's cheating.

I close the journal in fear. I don't know what is coming, and I don't know if I have the courage to read it. It is one thing to hear about it from others, from their view and opinion, even if it is not on purpose. It's another to hear about it from my view, from what I've been through.

I have no doubt that there are things in these next pages that maybe even my parents don't know. Things and feelings that I have kept solely and exclusively to myself and I don't know if I am ready to face this, again.

I put down the diary and go in search of something else. Luckily for me, my guardian angel, aka Leah, calls me.

“Are you busy? I thought we could have lunch together. What do you think?” she bombards me, not letting me say hello.

“Hi to you too. No, I'm not busy, just reading my diary.” I run my hand over the cover, keeping in the back of my mind what awaits me. “ I'll take lunch.”

Before Leah can answer, I hear a muffled argument on the phone and wait for the fight to end.

“Sorry, but Noah is asking if he can come along.” she asks, without patience.

“Of course he can.” I hold my laughter, imagining the two of them fighting on the other end of the line.

“Okay, in a few minutes we'll be there. Kisses.”

I say goodbye to her and decide not to read the diary again. The doctor himself told me not to force myself into anything. I set the table and wait for the two of them to arrive.

After forty minutes, the doorbell rings. I make way for my friend and analyze the tall, muscular man behind her. Unlike my memory, the Noah of today has his hair well shaved and brunette, like his sister's. His green eyes fill with tears when he sees me crack a smile, and like his twin, he doesn't wait for permission and hugs me.

“Don't ever do that again, young lady. What a shitty world this would be without you!��� he squeezes me before showering me with kisses, all over my face.

Leah turns and pulls him away from me, making me laugh. I follow them both into the kitchen and look at the bags they brought, excited.

“We made sure to stop by The Palm and pick up your favorite dish.” I didn't even know that I had a favorite dish at The Palm. But when Leah opens a box and I feel my mouth water when I see that noodle with shrimp, I realize how little I know myself.

“Have I ever told you that I love you?” I ask softly, with a smile.

We start lunch and today my attention was on Noah, after all he was the new thing. I listen to him tell about the day we met, when he began to advise my career with his sister, and how things have been going since the accident.

“You don't have to give any interviews if you don't want to.” he assures me once again.

I still don't know how to deal with this "public figure" business, but deep down I feel a need to give a "satisfaction" to everyone who knows me. Noah has already sent some notes about my condition, but I know that I will have to appear on some channel in the future.

We changed the subject and started talking about my amnesia. Noah was not very happy that my first memory was his hair fiasco. I commented that I was reading my diary and asked about some events.

“Are we really lost in Hawaii?” they both started to laugh and agree.

“That day I wanted to hit Mark. I was getting very angry that he could not accept that he was reading the wrong map. Not to mention the car dying and us pushing," Noah comments.

“Mark was never good with maps. He says himself that he was a lousy Boy Scout.” Leah says before drying her third glass of water.

“Who is Mark?” I question.

“Mark is an ex-lover of mine. At the time we were chatting and he had the house in Hawaii. One thing led to another and in the end he went along.” Leah ends with a frown.

“And why did we let him drive then?” I ask, full of curiosity. They look at me as if I know the answer. Or, as if I should, but I just raise my eyebrows, saying nothing.

“Because it's Mark.” Noah shrugs. “He likes to be in control of everything.”

“The one who was definitely happy with us there was that guy who owns the coconut stand.” Leah says.

So there it is, the little wooden stand, with a pile of coconuts in front of it. A short man, probably about 50 years old, laughing at our misfortune while selling the fruit to us. Images begin to form in my mind.

" “- Look there.” Kyleen and I focus on the little man laughing as he takes the money from Michael's hand. “He sure is very happy with us standing here.” Leah says.

“Of course he is. We already bought twelve coconuts from him. Bad little man.” I make a face.

“We're not lost. It's just a shortcut.” we cut off eye contact with the stand and focus on Mark arguing with Noah and Ashton.

Leah looked at her lover in total disbelief at what she had gotten herself into. If regret could kill. The next moment Mark stomps his foot on the floor, like a child with a temper tantrum. At that moment, Calum looks at me with wide eyes.

I look away so that he doesn't see me laughing. Kiki, who was behind me, slaps me to stop, but this only makes me want to laugh more. I hide my face in her arm and in the end, my laughter gets out of hand. Both she and Calum start laughing with me, causing the boys to look at us curiously.

It takes no more than five minutes for Mike to join in the laughter with us and soon everyone else was laughing except Mark. Even the little bad man was laughing. It was the worst thing about us being lost, but that's what was happening and it couldn't be anything but comical, even though it was sad too. ”

“Of course he was happy. He sold about fifteen coconuts for us.” I don't even try to control my smile. Once again I remembered, and this is more than great.

The twin couple in front of me crack a big smile too, and soon they are clapping their hands and stamping their feet on the floor, making noise. I clap my hands with them in celebration.

“She is coming back.” Noah comes around the table, hugging me from behind and again showering me with kisses.

I was never one to have many friends. Usually it was just Bethany and Stephen, and a girl in my music class, but I don't know if I can consider her that, after all, we only talked during class and it was all very unrelated.

The point is that I have always envied those people who managed to have a large number of friends, and friends really, not just colleagues. Friends who call you for everything, who are always by your side, who enjoy your company, and who consider you family.

In this moment, with just Noah and Leah, I can see that I finally have these friends that I have wanted so much and without having to pretend to be something that I am not, without having to buy their attention, as I felt I needed it with Bethany. And if I'm happy like this with just the two of them, I can't wait to see the others.

“So, you said you were reading your diary, did you remember anything else?” Leah asks excitedly.

All the happiness and euphoria that had surrounded my body disappears. The bloody page with the bloody day comes back into my mind. They both notice my mood drop.

“I remembered a day when I went to have coffee with Ash, but…” I play with the edge of my cup, trying not to get too much into that energy. “I found a day where I tell about what happened.” I look at them, who are serious and attentive.

“Do you want us to read it with you?” Leah holds my hand across the table, gently patting it.

I shake my head positively and point to the notebook on the coffee table in the living room. I watch her return with the notebook and hand it to me. I open it to the marked page and stare at my handwriting again.

"I haven't had the courage to tell either Ashton, Leah, or much less Luke. I can't tell if I'm ashamed of it or just afraid of it happening again. The problem is that it's really starting to get to me, to the point where I get irritated when I see Luke and Leah talking and it shouldn't be like that. So I need to get it all out so that I can start over.

It was our anniversary. I snuck out of my work to see Stephen at his house. I wanted to deliver his gift soon. Two streets before his house I ran into Noelle, his mother, and told her I wanted to surprise him, so she told me to get the key under the third vase and go in.

Maybe it would have been better just to ring the doorbell and not have to see it. I was very quiet so as not to be discovered, and in the end, I was the one who discovered something."

My racing heart hurts from beating so hard. I can't keep my breathing normal, holding it at various times. I feel like it's a suspense book where no one wants to find out what's behind the door of the abandoned house, but needs to, in order to continue the story.

I notice in some letters and words the ink smudged and I know it was from my tears and it only hurts me more.

"There is no word to describe the disgust, pain, and anger of seeing him and her in bed naked. My until then boyfriend, and my until then best friend.

And what only made it worse was that she didn't even try to explain herself, didn't show an ounce of regret, even if it was a pretense. Nothing. While he tried to say it was nothing like that, Bethany still says it had been going on for a long time."

I close the journal angrily and throw it away, stopping on the other side of the long table. The lump in my throat gets bigger, but I don't want to cry, not for this and not again.

Deep down, I have always had a flea behind my ear with the two of them. The countless rides Stephen insisted on giving her. The way she always motivated me to fight with him, for reasons I thought were small and insignificant. But it was my first serious relationship, what did I know about dating, right? Bethany, on the other hand, had dated seriously twice.

It had always been there, I just didn't want to see it.

“I always suspected it and never, never wanted to believe it. After all, he was my boyfriend and she was my best friend. They wouldn't be able to.” I let out a humorless laugh.

The twins look at me fearfully, as if I were a mother scolding them.

“But you know what the worst part is? I believed him. He looked me in the face and said that nothing happened. That Luke was to blame for our breakup! How stupid of me!” I shout, picking up the diary and throwing it further away, as if it would hurt Stephen.

“Wait, what?” Leah speaks loudly.

I look at her startled and realize what I said. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I didn't want anyone to know about the meeting.

“You met with Stephen? When?” she turns the table around, coming closer. I swallow dryly.

“Yesterday morning," I begin softly, but it was enough for Leah to cover her eyes with her hands and snort. Noah laid his head on his arms, sighing as well. “I was confused and needed to hear and see him.” I start to defend myself.

“After everything your mother told you about him?” Leah asks.

“And you think I would believe her? Would you? With amnesia on account?” I retort. Leah takes a deep breath and denies it with her head, giving me reason.

“But you could have told, or asked, I don't know.” Noah ponders.

“Nobody would have let me, I know nobody likes him and rightly so.” I give in.

“That explains a lot.” Leah comments softly, but loud enough for me to hear.

“Explains what?” I ask confused.

She looks at Noah, who nods, giving her the green light. Like me, she swallows dryly before she begins.

“Explain why Luke is so grouchy and weird. Not wanting to come see you.” he answers, poking at the seam of the chair.

NO! No! No! No! No! Please, no. He can't have seen.

“You have to take me to his house.” I ask, heading for the hall.

“What?” the two shout following me.

“I need to talk to him. Now!” I shout the last part, putting on a jacket with some difficulty.

“But why?” Noah helps me.

“Because I think he saw something that wasn't supposed to happen and got it wrong.” I open the door, going to call the elevator.

“Oh, no!” they understand and soon follow me.

Things between Luke and me may be messed up, but the last thing I want him to think is that I cheated on him.

[ssatoritendou]

Skating Into Your Heart

Pairing: Todoroki /reader

Shoto Todoroki 

Word count: 1.5k

+ summary: Todoroki wants to get you something amazing for Valentines Day. You had absolutely nothing to get for him. Luckily your friends are there to help you both out. 

Genre: fluff

Warning: none 

"Todoroki is something on your mind?" Midoriya said to the icy hero during lunch. "It's nothing Midoriya. I don't know what to get ____ for Valentine's Day. She is so great at giving presents. Is it wrong to be jealous?" "Not at all Todoroki," Uraraka reassured him. "Maybe you could plan a date for the two of you," Midoriya suggested. "You can take her to the ice skating rink. They are having a Valentine's Day special. My dad is helping set it up. The rink is supposed to be set up as a heart. Maybe I can ask my dad if he could arrange for just you two. He friends with the owner," Uraraka smiled at him. "You could do that?" "Yes, Todoroki. We are friends." "Thanks, I owe you one. Just let me know the details. I'll set up the dinner." "Hey, guys what are we talking about?" You said from behind them before sitting down. "N-Nothing really important!" Midoriya yelled at you.

"Um, ok. I'm sorry that I asked." You said lowly. "I'm s-sorry I raised my voice." Midoriya tried to regain control of his voice. "It's fine Izuku." "We were talking about the hero license exams," Uraraka said. "Oh, ok. I'm kind of nervous about them. Mr. Aizawa and All Might are pushing us really hard to do our best. But I fear that I won't earn my licenses like the rest of you guys." "____ of all people in our class you are definitely going to get your license. You are smart, kind, tough, strong, and powerful. There's no way you won't pass." Todoroki placed a light kiss on your cheek. He noticed your cheeks turn a little pink."S-Shoto you really didn't have to say those things." "Of course I did. I love you." Now your face was all red. "I-I love you too Shoto." You said under your breath.

"Todoroki! Here is the address of the ice skating rink and the extra key to the rink. You guys can go on Friday before they take it down." "Friday? But that is the day after Valentine's Day?" "I know Todoroki but she'll like it. Would you rather go when there are a bunch of people there?" "No. I want it to be nice and intimate. Hopefully, she won't be disappointed." He said rubbing his head. "Thank you again." He walked towards your room to ask you if you could do your Valentine's Day on Friday. "Hey ____ I was wondering-" "Shoto knock before entering. I have your Valentine's Day present in here." "Sorry, Sweetie." He covered his eyes. He heard you shuffling in the room. "Is it safe now?" "Yeah. What is it Shoto?" "Well, since Valentine's Day falls on a weekday and we have all of our school work, I was think we could move our plans to Friday." "Yes of course! Now leave so I can finish your present!” You rushed him out of your room. He smiled at you. "Bye Sho." You hopped up and kissed his cheek.

As soon as he left you, you slammed the door you were panicking. "Shit! Shit! He probably got an amazing gift and I have nothing." You sat down and huffed at your desk. "Perfect gift? Maybe if I call Fuyumi." You dialed his sister. "Hey, Fuyumi it's ___.” "Hey! What's up with you?" "I have no idea what to get Shoto and it's driving me insane." "I was going through some of our old photos to bring to our mom tomorrow and he was always carrying around this All Might action figure. But I think our father took it away. But I'll send you a picture maybe you can find one." "That would be so great thank you Fuyumi! You are a lifesaver!" She sent the picture. And you knew who to go to for the action figure. "Hey, Izuku." "____ is something wrong? It's kind of late." "Sort of. Listen I know you are huge All Might fan and I was wondering if you might have this action figure?" He grabbed your phone and examined the action figure in young Shoto's hand. "Uh yeah. I have like 4 of them." "Would it be too much to ask for one?" You asked nervously. Knowing that Izuku had an attachment to them. "It's for Shoto. I don't know what to get him for Valentine's Day. And by the look in Shoto's eyes, he has something special planned." "____ don't worry about it. I have like 5 more of these at home." He laughed. "Izuku thank you! I owe you one." You hurried back to your room and wrapped his present. You couldn't wait to see Shoto's face.

You got dressed in a pretty dress and put on the earrings Shoto got for you on your birthday. You walked down the stairs to see Shoto waiting for you. He held your coat out for you. "You look beautiful." "Thank you. So what are our plans for tonight?" "I'm going to take you to a nice restaurant and then I have a surprise for you." He said with a smile. You left the campus and went into the city. He took you to a very nice restaurant. You sat and talked about school and your plans for the weekend. "We can visit your Mom tomorrow? It's been a long time since I've seen her." "She does ask about you a lot. She has a picture of us in her room." "That is so sweet." "Yeah, she does love you. Like a second daughter." "Well, I'm glad one of your parents loves me." "Let's not talk about him." "I'm sorry." "You don't have to apologize. It doesn't matter what he thinks because I plan to marry you one day." "You what?" "I know that we are only in our first-year but I plan to marry you. I plan to love you forever." He grabbed your hand and pulled it into a kiss. "I love you too Shoto." He smiled. We finished dinner and left the restaurant. "So where are we going now?" "It is a surprise." "Well, I hope it's inside again. I'm cold." He pulled you into his chest. "It's not even that cold." "Of course you would say that. You are half cold and half hot. You can't get cold." "I'm sorry. It's outside but tonight we can cuddle all night. Now close your eyes." You lightly closed your eyes. He lead you to your next destination. "Open." He whispered into your ear. You opened to see the skating rink-shaped as a heart. "Oh my god, Shoto." "Uraraka's dad helped set it up and he was able to get the key for us. We can use it for the next 2 hours." "Shoto this-this is amazing. This is the best present. I can see you put a lot of thought into this." "I wanted to make up for the past presents that haven't compared to yours. Now let's start skating." "I have to be honest I'm not that good at skating. I haven't skated since I was a kid." "That's ok. I'll just hold onto to you." The both of you laced up the skates and he pulled you onto the ice. "You look so pretty." "Thank you again, Shoto." You kissed him. It was one of your sweeter kisses. You were wearing his favorite lip gloss. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip asking for entrance. You gladly obliged. Once You pulled away from the tender kiss he had this look in his eye. "What?" "You remind me of something my mom used to say to me." "Oh, really what's that?" "After the rain falls there's always a rainbow. You are my rainbow ____. All my suffering has to lead me to you." "You really think that much of me?" "Yes and so much more." He smiled. You skated for a couple of hours You fell once. Shoto thought you hurt yourself but you started laughing and then he smirked. You put away the skates and left the rink and went back to the dorms. "Ok, now it's time for your present. Now, this was last minute it's not like my other gifts." "I'm sure it will still be great." You sat next to him on your bed and watched him open it. You watched as his gleam in excitement when he saw the All Might action figure that was familiar to the one he had as a child. "____ where did you get this? This must have been so expensive. It is an old doll from when we were kids-" "Shoto I got it from down the hall. Izuku has like 8 of them. He gave it to me." "We owe both Uraraka and Midoriya." "Hey, they like each other right? Maybe we can set them up on a date." "Hmm maybe. Come let's get some sleep." He pulled down the blankets and you got in and cuddle with him.

[acertainsomeone]

Surrendered/ edser TS- continued

Humans should never be blamed for what their heart refuses to believe. It isn't in their hands to blindly trust everything and everyone. Someone whose life was chaotic did not deserve to be pushed more.  We don't punish the ones we love.

"You're giving up on him Dada?" Melo had asked naively.

"Never. I'm giving him that space and time which he deserves." Eda's decision to leave Istanbul wasn't out of impulse. It was purely out of her selfless love for him.

"He wouldn't have left you if he was at your place, Eda." Ceren tried to coerce her friend one last time.

"Biliyorum, but I'm not Serkan. I love him, I love him more than anything therefore, I know that the Serkan standing in front of me does not need me." It was futile to explain to her friends what this meant. Not that she hadn't tried to win his trust, not that she had given up on their love. It was just that she could not see him in pain anymore. Her friends didn't notice the restlessness in his eyes, they did not know about the battles going on between his heart and mind, they had been crushing him, and she feared his breaking down more than hers. She had seen it in his eyes, and she feared he won't be able to take it anymore. She feared that he won't be able to take the load of their past and present. The damage was done already. She hadn't gifted her man to Selin, she had only given their fate a chance to work out this mess all by itself. It was getting hard for her to bear everything anyway. She could not breathe around him, without thinking about her secrets, without breaking down on the very thought of what could have had been.

The decision to start a new life in Paris proved to be a great one. It was much needed for someone like her who barely got space to mourn.

He would have loved it here.

Yes, she hadn't stopped thinking about him. Why would she? Realistically speaking, there weren't any hard feelings between them in the first place. Eda knew that she couldn't hate Serkan. Whatever that had happened between them was no one's fault. His amnesia had nothing to do with him. He hadn't hurt her despite Selin's manipulation. Minus the heartbreak that followed, she was not going to hold him accountable for anything that happened in their lives.

Things she expected from him were the ones that would've been fulfilled by the man she loved, not the one who pulled a fake engagement stunt with her.

Happiness isn't always meant to knock on our doors, the way we want.

There was nothing and no one to forgive, besides Selin. It hurt her that he believed her but Eda had to tell herself that the Serkan, who showed up after 2 months did not remember her, he did not remember them.

There is more to life Eda Yildiz. Love isn't everything. You have a long way to go. 

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At the end of the day, fate is all we have to blame. Sometimes, we are not having control over our decisions or the way life works. If Serkan had, he would have never wanted things to work the way they did now. He would have never wanted to see her cry. He would have done everything in his power to ensure her happiness.

Then why didn't he do that when he had the chance?

Was he too convinced by Selin?

Did he doubt her heart when everything was crystal clear?

Maybe he was confused and shocked.

Maybe he was too scared to accept that he had become something that he could never imagine.

His entire existence had been a question mark for the last eight months. When Selin found him at one of the hospitals in Italy, he wondered that nothing could go worse than this. He was lying lifeless on the bed, unable to move, devoid of memories, struggling to come to terms with what had happened.

Luckily, he survived that nightmare. Selin had helped him get better. He didn't want his parents to worry about him thus, he decided to keep this news in wraps. Selin and Serkan had mutually decided to reveal the truth after he had recovered from the shock.

She had told him strange things, how he signed a contract with Eda to get her back, how Eda manipulated him and changed him as a person. She told him that Eda was responsible for all mishaps in his life. And all of this was a plan. Her plan to avenge the death of her parents. Her grandmother was involved, and when Semiha hanim couldn't destroy him, she planned this accident but fortunately, he survived. Eda was already having half of the shares, and now with Serkan's death, she was going to take over the holding.

If she really loves you why hasn't she made any attempts to find you Serkan?

Where is she?

Serkan believed whatever he was told but after coming back to Art Life, he kept on struggling with his feelings. His eyes deceived the truths he was told about. Six months that he spent with Eda, breathing the same air as hers made him realize that she was anything but treacherous.

She loved him.

She wanted him back.

But did he want her back?

He had been lying to himself. He was 100% attracted to her but equally scared to accept that. 

Too many thoughts, too many fears, he didn't have the courage to ask any of the questions that were in his mind. Maybe that's why she gave up on him, maybe that's why she chose to hide the truth. The truth that matters.

He was afraid to ask. It had been three weeks since he heard her conversation with Erdem, and he hadn't been at peace. He was not going to doubt for a second that the child wasn't his. He didn't bother to ask Erdem about it. Eda decided to hide the truth from him, she had the right to tell him about him.

Did he know about her pregnancy before the accident? If yes, then he will never be able to forgive himself. How could he forget the most important thing in this world? How could Eda forgive him for this? She must hate him. She should.

He was flying to Paris, unaware of the conversation he was going to have. What would he say? Hi Eda, I heard your and Erdem's conversation, so you were pregnant with my child but had a miscarriage, do you mind sharing some details?

He couldn't be this insensitive. She must've gone through hell and the fact that she hid it from everyone until now spoke volumes. Yet, they had to talk.

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"What the hell!" She gasped in shock to find him standing at her door. She peeked at the sides, just in case Selin was with him, and they came here to kick her out of this apartment. On paper, it still belonged to Serkan Bolat and Eda Yildiz. Selin's influence might push him to do the deed. She could do anything and Serkan couldn't be trusted anymore.

"Hi." Serkan replied half-amused, half confused. What was she looking at? What if she didn't allow me to enter inside? I don't even have an excuse

"Napiyosun Burda"

"Is this how you greet your guests?" he took off his glasses and smiled back at her.

Eda sighed heavily, where are your manners, Ms. Yildiz. She gestured for him to come inside.

"So, what is it?" She asked, handing him a glass of water. He was sitting on the couch, staring at the walls. They were a reflection of his personality and Eda's heart. A mere look at the apartment registered the fact that it was designed by him, and Eda added her touches.

He could identify his work really well. His eye spotted the multiple photo frames. He didn't remember them either. Eda noticed that and became nervous. She hadn't removed or made any changes. Their photographs as decided were still hanging there. She could not dare. Memories aren't meant to be discarded whenever we want. 

"I didn't expect you to be here else-" She hesitated.

"It's okay. I'm sorry if you thought-" He stopped, embarrassed for making her feel that way. He wanted to tell her that she need not feel bad about anything. "Actually, I missed Sirius." he blurts instantly to cover up the tension that brewed between them.

"Benimle dalga mı geçiyorsun?" She exasperated. "Serkan! You can't come to my house whenever you miss Sirius." She made sense. Of all the things that had changed in their lives, it included Sirius's preferences as well. He was happy to have Serkan in his life again, but somehow, he refused to stay with him. He'd refuse to eat and drink if Eda wasn't around. It felt as if he didn't recognize the Serkan, who was not in love with Eda Yildiz.

Therefore, they decided that Sirius would stay with Eda, wherever she was. It did pain Eda because she knew Sirius meant everything to him. And without Sirius, Serkan was left with no one. He can have Selin. She made a mental note but she knew that was her being petty and nothing else.

"I'm sorry. I just-"

"It's okay, I understand but you could've at least informed me that you're coming to see him." Eda blinked in confusion, waiting for his reply but he seemed fazed. He was acting strange, just like the day he came to Art Life.

"It's strange that my dog loves you more than me."

"Serkan- you have no idea what he went through when you were not there for two months. We suffered together, you can't blame him or anyone."

Serkan sighed, staring at her incredulously. He did not know how to muster the courage and ask her about that one thing she hadn't told him. Maybe she thinks that I'm not worthy of it.

"Eda...I- I came to ask you something."

"Harika! Now you're on track, I knew something's off. Listen if it's about this apartment then there's no way I'm giving it to you or Selin." She blurted out in a speed, and he felt the urge to shut her up with a kiss.

"EDA , When was the last time you listened to me properly?" He stressed. "I need to talk to you about something else but can you please stop imagining things." He snapped.

"Tamam. I'll get you something to eat."  

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They had been stealing glances for the last half an hour. Eda had prepared him salmon, while she treated herself with spaghetti. She was not even going to convince him to have some this time. It felt awkward.

"How's your job?" How hard it could be to get to the point Serkan Bolat.

"Great, Paris did me good. I'm loving it here." He nodded at her reply.

Serkan knitted his brows when he saw her taking few medicines. "Are you alright?" He asked out of concern knowing Eda was the last person to take medicines.

"iyim iyim. Nothing serious. These are just supplements." She replied with a shrug

"Whom are you fooling here?" He took the small jar from her hand and looked at her disbelievingly. "Eda, this is for PTSD-associated nightmares."

He searched her eyes for an answer. He wanted her to say something, something that he wasn't ready for, but he knew he was responsible for whatever she was going to tell him, and he wanted to hear it.

"Eda, you can tell me. Whatever it is." He placed her hand above hers and pressed it in an assuring manner. He wanted her to trust him this one instant. His heart was begging for her to put her faith in him.

"Neden?" She pursed her lips in defiance, her eyes accusing him of this interference in her life.

"Maybe because I deserve to know about my child as well." His lips quivered. His eyes were not accusing, they were just pleading helplessly. They were begging to be freed. Eda instantly removed her hand from his, it felt as if someone had hit her head with a spade. She was not ready to have this conversation with anyone, neither Serkan nor her friends. She did not know how he knew about this but he needed to leave immediately.

"Serkan. Git." Tears struggled to leave her eyes but she was stern and strong. He didn't move, instead, he kept on staring at her, in her eyes, still searching for answers. Before he could say something, she left the table and rushed to her bedroom.

Serkan didn't follow her. Was It a mistake to come here?

She is already in pain and he worsened it. He had no right to come back asking for things that he doesn't remember anymore.

Serkan spent the next few hours sobbing and cursing his fate. He needed to apologize to her. She deserved that at least. He had been awful to her; this was the least he could do.

She was sitting on the bathroom tiles, crying to herself. Her eyes were swollen, and it felt as if she was struggling to breathe. Serkan rushed and hugged her immediately. She didn't resist his touch this time.

He embraced her possessively

His immediate touch triggered the volcano inside Eda that was waiting to erupt since that night. The bathroom filled with her cries. They grew louder and louder. She hadn't cried since that night. She hadn't cried when the doctor told her that she lost the only hope, the only possession that she had of Serkan.

She couldn't even mourn her miscarriage

Serkan wasn't stopping her, their tears were mingling together. She said something but it didn't make sense. Eda strengthened her grip on his arm and screamed, remembering the pain she went through that night. If he had been there, he would have never let that happen. He would have protected her from that fall. If only he hadn't left for Italy that. If only she had stopped him. If only. 

"I dreamt that it was a boy." She mumbled amidst her cries.

"Shhhhhh, you'll have another baby" He tried to soothe her and that was the only thing he could come up with in that spur of the moment.

"No, I don't want another baby, I want my baby back, I just want him back Serkan." She cried inconsolably while hitting him on his arm.

Serkan was helpless

-Defeated - Powerless

Was he to be blamed for the pain she was going through?

"I want my child back. I just want him back." Eda mumbled the same words to sleep. She was lying in his arms. She had found her comfort and mourned the anguish that was churning in her heart for the last eight months. Serkan sat on the tiles with Eda in his arms- lifeless.... Unable to decipher the events of his life.

He had no memories. He was going to become a father. He was not around when the mother of his child wanted him the most. And the only reason he was here tonight because-

He did not know.

Was it out of love? Or Was it out of an obligation? Why was he here? 

Did he have any right to touch her? 

Eda and Serkan were at a phase of life where they did not know what would happen next. Their actions were questionable.  There weren't any hard feelings. There was pain. But no one was to be blamed. There was longingness. But It carried broken promises and unsaid words. This night was the longest they had experienced in their lives. It didn't end fast; it was meant to put two hearts at peace.

They did not know how things will go from here. But it's okay, at times you don't have to worry about things that haven't happened yet.

When it gets hard to decide, let fate decide

The rights and wrongs of life

It gets better It gets better  

Note: I hope it managed to do justice to your expectations. Sorry for the mistakes, I'm awful when it comes to proofreading!  Didn't feel like giving this Twoshot a proper ending because at times ends are not meant to be forever. Thank you all for the previous comments, It meant a lot <3 Happy SCK day btw ;)

[nightwingfangirl]

So, I'm going to try writing one of my actual stories here. It will be updated after this as separate parts, so look out for it. You can also find it on Wattpad, A03 and Fanfiction.net

Bloodlines

Dick Grayson, it turns out, was adopted by the Graysons as a baby. That leaves a few questions; Who are his real parents? And how will he react when he discovers their identities?

*I own nothing but the plot! All images used are not mine. *

Part 1

Bruce Wayne stared at his computer screen, scanning the document before him for any sign of it being fake. For all his effort, he couldn't see any.

He had begun his search into Dick's background due to the many remarks made by guests and friends at Dick's likeness to both himself and his father, Thomas Wayne. He himself had noticed a few things, but had waved them off as coincidences. There was no way that he and Dick were blood relatives, although he had adopted the 15 year old recently, 7 years after taking him in.

Still, he had been curious, so he looked up Dick's records and, most importantly, his birth certificate.

As it turns out, Dick's parents weren't actually the Graysons. He had been adopted on the day he was born by the pair. His real birth certificate read that his birth mother's name was Enlisa Kley. He had been born in France, as expected and his father was listed as "Unknown", but, judging by his real mother's unscrambled name and the time of his birth, Bruce had some suspicions as to who it could be. He just needed to run some tests first.

…::-::...

The results came back positive, just as Bruce had expected. The only problem was telling Dick, but he needed to speak to Dick’s biological mother first.

…::-::...

“Selina,” Bruce said, as she entered her apartment that night.

Selina jumped slightly in surprise, “Bruce, what a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here?”

“16 June 2004? Does that ring a bell?”

Catwoman’s eyes widened, “What about it?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I couldn’t keep him.”

“So you gave him up for adoption?”

“Not exactly. I met the Graysons at the hospital. Mary had just suffered a miscarriage and lost her child. I had just had a child that I couldn’t keep, so I let them adopt him.”

“But you still didn’t think to tell me? Even after I took him in myself.”

“It was too late by then.”

“Don’t you think it’s too late now?”

There was a pause in their conversation.

“Are you going to tell him?”

“We can’t not tell him. He has to know. It’s only fair. I’m certain that he won’t like it at first, but he will accept it eventually.”

Selina sighed, “Alright, when are we going to do it?”

“Now.”

Part 2:

“Master Dick, Master Bruce wishes to see you in his study.”

Dick looked up from his algebra homework as Alfred spoke.

“Alright, Alfred. I’ll come now.”

The immortal butler gave a slight nod before vacating the doorway. Dick finished off his equation before heading to the study.

He entered through the open doorway, and was surprised to find Selina Kyle there as well.

“Alfred said you wanted to see me?”

“Yes,” Bruce said, vaguely, “I have something important to tell you, that I’m not sure you’ll like.”

Dick stiffened slightly. What was Bruce talking about? What wouldn't he like? And what did Catwoman have to do with it?

“I was looking into your background,” Bruce explained, “and I found out that the Graysons weren’t actually your parents. You were adopted by them as a baby.”

Dick’s blood ran cold. The Graysons weren’t his parents? He was adopted? But then…

“Who - who are my real parents then?”

Bruce took a deep breath, and told him.

Dick’s eyes widened with every word in both surprise and shock. Bruce was his father. Selina was his mother. The Graysons weren’t his parents. He hadn’t watched his parents die. His whole life was a lie.

Bruce finally stopped talking and waited for Dick’s reaction.

Dick didn’t speak, couldn’t speak. He stood in shock, slowly shaking his head in denial. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Bruce to be his father, he just couldn’t believe it.

He slowly backed out of the study, which neither Bruce nor Selina noticed until it was too late.

Dick bolted.

He ran from the study, flew out the doors, and away from the manor. Grasping his cellphone in his hands shakily, he dialed a very familiar number as the tears began to stream down his face.

“Hello?”

“Babs?”

“Dick? Where are you? What’s wrong?”

“W-would your dad mind if I come to stay the night?”

“I’ll ask him, hang on.”

Barbara could be heard talking to her dad in the background.

She soon came back to the phone.

“He says that’s fine. But what’s wrong?”

“I- I’ll tell you when I get there, thanks Babs.”

…::-::...

“So, Dick,” Barbara said as they sat down on her bed, “What caused you to leave the manor in such a rush? And what’s got you so upset?”

Dick explained everything to her. She did, of course, know about Bruce, Dick and Selina’s secrets. She was a vigilante herself.

When Dick had finished, she lay back on her bed and sighed deeply.

“I see,” she said, “Why you were so upset.”

…::-::...

Meanwhile, back at the manor, Batman and Catwoman were suiting up to go and look for their son. They had been unable to find him on the manor’s grounds, and even though they knew that he was well trained, they were worried for his safety. It was late at night, at a time when Gotham rogues were usually about. He did, luckily, have his belt with him, as he had been told to have it on him at all times, so he wasn’t completely weaponless.

The pair climbed into the Batmobile and drove out into the night.

Part 3:

Bruce wasn’t sure why he hadn’t thought of looking there before. Of course that’s where Dick would go.

Barbara’s house.

Barbara had been Dick’s closest friend since they’d met when they were eight years old. The pair had been inseparable ever since.So, naturally, that’s where Dick would go if he was feeling vulnerable.

It was Bruce Wayne who rang the Gordons’ doorbell, not Batman. Commissioner Gordon answered and seemed to not be surprised by the billionaire’s appearance.

“He’s in Barbara’s room,” he simply said.

Bruce went and stood outside the closed door, listening to the sounds from inside. It seemed as though the teens were playing cards, as faint cries of frustration and intermittent laughter could be heard. Taking a deep breath and feeling bad about interrupting their game, Bruce opened the door

…::-::...

Barbara looked up as the door opened, not at all surprised to see Bruce there. Both she and Dick knew that it would only be a matter of time before he thought of looking there. He was the Batman after all.

As Barbara looked at him, and now knowing his connection to Dick, she began to see the similarities between them. She wondered why she hadn’t noticed it before, although she supposed she hadn’t really had a reason to think about it.

Dick also looked up at Bruce’s entrance, and Bruce noticed that he wasn’t as tense or hesitant as the night before, more worried or scared. Bruce could understand that. It wasn’t everyone who had their whole life turned upside down like that.

…::-::..

Dick couldn’t help himself. When he saw Bruce in the doorway, he smiled. It was good to know that Bruce was his father.

Part 4:

It was about a year later, a few months after Jason had been adopted, that the thing that became known as "The Argument" happened.

The end result was Dick quitting as Robin, storming out of the cave, packing up his things and leaving the Manor while Jason could do nothing but watch helplessly.

He and Dick had become close in the few months since they'd met, and he did, at least, have the decency to say goodbye, but Jason was going to miss his big brother.

…::-::...

It was about half an hour after Dick had left the Manor that Barbara got a knock on her front door.

She had only recently got back from her own patrol, and was slightly surprised to see Dick there.

"I just came to say goodbye," Dick explained solemnly, "I'm leaving for a while, I don't know where to, but Bruce doesn't want me anymore."

"What? Dick, why?"

"You know things have been pretty tense between the two of us for a while now, and tonight was the final straw. We both lost it and ended up shouting at each other, and then he tried to fire me, so I quit before he could, packed my things, said goodbye to Jay and Alfred before coming here"

"Oh, Dick," Babs sighed, wrapping him in a hug, "I understand, but, I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, Babs. I promise I'll keep in touch, okay?"

…::-::...

After Dick said his, very emotional, goodbye to Barbara, he wandered the Gotham streets until he got to a particular apartment building.

Leaving his bags in a very well hidden alcove, he scaled the side until he got to a certain balcony and climbed inside.

He found Selina on her sofa watching television. She looked up at his entrance.

"Dick! What are you doing here so late?"

Dick sighed and explained to her the same story he had told Barbara previously. His mother looked just as upset.

"I understand why you're going," she said sadly, "Bruce shouldn't have spoken to you like that. And, don't worry, I'll keep an eye out for Jason."

"Thanks, S," he said, "I'll keep in touch, okay."

"Alright, kitten," she replied.

Before exiting the way he had come, Dick gave her a two-fingered salute before climbing down over the balcony. Selina simply shook her head at her son's antics.

…::-::...

It was about 3 months later that both women realized where Dick had gone. He had messaged the pair simply with a "Watch the news tonight - N" and they had no idea what "N" stood for, but it soon became clear.

They did as he'd asked, finding nothing of interest until a report on a new vigilante in Bludhaven known as Nightwing. Both women smirked. That was definitely Dick.

Part 5:

3 years later, a 19 year old Dick Grayson sat on his sofa in his Bludhaven apartment watching the news. He had it turned to a Gotham channel, feeling nostalgic for the city he had grown up in. It was then that he heard of the tragedy.

"It has been confirmed," the news woman said, "that the second adopted son of Bruce Wayne has been killed."

Dick swore his heart stopped beating.

"The 16 year old was kidnapped by the Joker while on an overseas trip, and was beaten before the warehouse he was being held in blew up. Bruce Wayne, who had been unable to get there in time, is heartbroken over this tragic loss. Our condolences to the family."

Dick switched off the TV. It couldn't be true. Jason couldn't be dead. Not him. Not Dick's little brother. He had to see for himself. He had been away for too long.

…::-::...

There was a loud knocking on her apartment door that woke Barbara up. She checked the time wearily. Who would it be at 04:20 in the morning?

Putting on a top and slippers, she lumbered to and opened the door. She nearly had the fright of her life when a 19 year old Dick Grayson stood worriedly on her doorstep.

"Babs," he said urgently, "Please tell me it isn't true, that Jason isn't…"

"Oh, Dick," Babs cried, all signs of tiredness fading instantly, "I'm sorry, but…"

Dick, realizing what that meant, grasped her tightly in his arms as the both of them cried, cried for the loss of their little brother.

…::-::...

The next morning, Dick awoke bleary-eyed on Barbara's sofa. It took him a moment to realise where he was and why, and, as soon as he did, a huge wave of sadness overcame him.

He got up, changed into a clean set of clothes from the suitcase he had brought with him, and went to check on Barbara.

Seeing that she was still asleep, he decided to let her be as she needed the rest.

Leaving a note beside her bed, he left the apartment quietly, locking the door behind him.

…::-::...

Climbing back into his car, he drove in the direction of the apartment he had last visited three years previously.

Deciding that, while he was there, he might as well make his presence in Gotham a surprise, he left his things in the car and scaled the side of the building once again, climbing over the balcony to enter the apartment.

Selina, this time, was not seated on the sofa, but rather preparing herself some breakfast in the kitchen. She got quite a shock when Dick suddenly appeared in the doorway, probably because she didn't recognise him at first.

Seeing him there again, she was stunned at how much he really did look like Bruce; with the same raven hair and bright blue eyes.

"Dick," she said, walking immediately forwards and embracing her son in a hug, "What are you doing here? When did you get back?"

"I got here last night," he replied, "drove from Bludhaven immediately after I heard about Jason. Spent the night on Babs' sofa, and here we are now."

"He was only 16," Selina uttered, quietly, "far too young to die."

"We all know what we're getting into when we start," Dick agreed, "We just don't really believe it's going to happen."

…::-::...

Dick and Selina spent a good portion of that morning catching up, Dick explaining about his job as a Bludhaven police detective. She listened with interest, but they both knew that it was just an excuse not to talk about Jason.

Soon, Dick said that he needed to leave, knowing that if he was going to talk to Bruce again, it would be better if it was sooner rather than later.

…::-::...

It felt strange, Dick thought, driving up to the familiar iron gates after three years.

He drove up the drive, got out of the car, and stood for a moment before the large mahogany doors, taking a second to build up his courage before knocking.

The doors were opened almost immediately by Alfred, who took one look at the man on the doorstep and gave him a small smile.

"Master Dick," he said, "Welcome back."

Part 6:

"Master Bruce is in his study, with Master Tim," Alfred informed

"Okay, thanks, Alfie."

Tim, Dick knew, was Bruce's latest adopted son, his youngest brother.

Dick walked reluctantly up the stairs to where he knew the study was situated. Knocking briefly on the door, he opened it and went inside.

Both occupants looked up at his entrance, one of surprise and the younger of confusion. Bruce and Tim.

"Dick?" Bruce uttered, "You're back."

"I'm sorry I stayed away for so long."

"It's my fault."

"Not entirely."

"Truce then?"

"Truce."

Apparently, I have almost reached the maximum length, so the rest will be a separate post. I have, however, only written up to part 7, so the parts after that will follow on separately.

Please let me know what you think 😊

[druigsfavwitch]

𝑹𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅- 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝑶𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏

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Warning: Character Death (technically), death, depressed thor, fluffy Thor, mentions of characters deaths

Thor had already lost so much when thanos came. He had killed his brother right in front of his eyes but what he didn't realize is that he had lost so much more.

You weren't on wakanda when Thor was, you were on titan with your brother, tony, Peter, Strange and the guardians. You were also able to witness everyone disappearing, including yourself.

Just after peter disappeared, your whole body felt weird. Like, it hurt. You tried to call out to your brother but no words left your mouth. You looked down at your hand and saw it was disintegrating, just like Peters had a few seconds ago. Tony had seemed to look over at you and tried to grab your hand, your shoulder, something to hug you and tell you you're gonna be ok but as soon as he touched you, the rest of you turned into ash.

Tony looked down at his hands as he saw all that left of you. He fell down on the ground and cried. He had just lost his little sister, the girl he promised his parents he would protect.

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After carol had brought him and nebula back down to earth, Thor was out in the landing, looking, hoping you didn't suffer the same fate as half of the universe. He wasn't a mind reader but when he saw just tony and nebula emerge from the ship, he guessed what happened to you.

Carol and them had found out that thanos had used the stones again and planned their attack.

Carol strikes first. She flew into the cottage and wrapped him in a headlock while everyone else came in.

He explained that everything happens for a reason and that he used the stones one last time to destroy them so they couldn't undo what he had done.

Thor, in a fit of anger, took stormbreaker and sliced his head clean off his body, letting it fall down to the ground.

Everyone was dumbfounded and Thor just explained, "what? I went for the head."

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Thor had been in new Asgard when rocket and Bruce came with the idea of going back in time to get the stones then undoing what thanos had done and returning them.

Thor didn't want to at first and got rid of noobmaster69 for korg then he remembered the last conversation he had with you, during age of ultron.

"Stay safe, mr thunder." He leaned down and put his face against yours

"I'm always safe." Tony then gagged and said we had to get going so Thor left and that was the last time he ever saw you alive again

Thor then turned around and looked at rocket and Bruce. "I'll do it."

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

After they had all gotten their respective stones, and mourned the death of Natasha, they put the stones in the iron gauntlet. Thor tried to snap but Bruce wouldn't let so he watched as Bruce snapped. It had obviously taken a toll on him. But a few seconds later, clint's phone rang and it was his wife. Just then, the compound blew up.

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After Thor and Steve had taken their turns beating up thanos with mjolnir and stormbreaker, Steve's com came on and sams voice came through. The three of them watched as portals opened to reveal everyone that was snapped away and even some new help.

Steve uttered the words 'avengers assemble' and everyone attacked.

Wanda had gone after thanos and was winning until he called on his ship, that would've killed all of them, but carol destroyed it in a few seconds

Carol hen tried to bring the gauntlet and return the stones but thanos destroyed the van. He then went head to head with her.

Thor was fighting some of thanos' army but didn't see the one coming up behind him. Luckily, it was blasted away.

He turned around to see who blasted it, expecting tony or pepper or even carol but he saw someone he didn't expect to see.

You landed and flipped up your face plate. You smiled at him. He smiled back and ran to you, engulfing you in a hug.

"Ok, point break, you're suffocating me." He let go and apologized. He looked at you and realized you hadn't changed a bit. He then remembered that he didn't look the same. He tried to turn away from you but you stopped him.

"Woah, what's with the sudden cold shoulder?" You tried to look in his eyes but he avoided eye contact.

"You look the same, maybe even prettier but i don't." You laughed. "That's what's that about? Look, i could care less what you look like. I missed you and now I have you back. You're still the same Thor, that's all that matters." You kissed him before your com beeped.

"Look, it's nice you guys are rekindling, kinda mad you didn't come say 'hi' to your brother first but we're fighting right now." Tony's snarky voice came through.

You rolled your eyes and you two ran to join the battle again

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

After tony and snapped and peter had talked to him, pepper walked over and tried. He muttered her name and she shot you a look. You ran over and knelt by him

"Hey, snarky ass. You did great. I'm proud of you. It's ok." He grabbed your hand, like he was holding on with the rest of his life. "It's ok, let me go. Rest." He smiled and closed his eyes. You started bawling and pepper pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back while she was also crying.

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

At his funeral, you stood next to pepper as she gave you a smile then a hug. After, you walked over to happy and saw him talking to little girl who you could've spotted from a crowd.

You looked at him and he shook his head yes. You walked over and slowly knelt down. "Hi, my name is Y/n, what's yours?" She hid her face but looked at you for a while then gave a small smile. "Morgan." She said softly.

You smiled. "Hi Morgan. I'm your aunt." You held your hand out and she shook it shyly. You sat next to her as happy walked inside the house. "You know, me and your dad's favorite food growing up was cheeseburgers. Do you like them?" She smiled and shook her head yes. "Well, how about we go get some? On me." She smiled as you held out your hand and took it. You sure are gonna miss your brother but at least you still have a peace of him left. You looked over at Thor and he walked over. "Morgan, this is Thor, he's a friend of your mom. He's also my boyfriend but don't tell him because he thinks I have cooties." She giggled. Thor laughed and you turned your attention back to him. "We were just going to get burgers. Would you like to join us?" Thor smiled. "I would love to, miss Stark and miss Stark." You told pepper and the three of you went to go get burgers

You were happy to be back but you were always gonna miss your big brother but at least you had a family to come home to again and at least you could be with your love again.

A/n: wow, angst central up in here

[aboutlouishofmann]

Louis Hofmann:  A conversation about problem solving and dealing with failure.

[Original interview here]

29/08/2019

Dark main actor Louis Hofmann plays a pianist in Prélude who breaks with the pressure of achievement during his studies. A conversation about problem solving and dealing with failure.

We meet Louis Hofmann in a garden in Berlin-Schöneberg. Snacks are served on a beer table, a bit of fruit, a few drinks. Hofmann will spend the whole afternoon here to conduct interviews. The next day he will be back on set. One appointment follows the other, but Louis Hofmann is relaxed and happy. His legs crossed, he answers the questions about his latest film project in a calm, gentle voice. Prélude celebrated its premiere at the Munich Film Festival, now it starts in cinemas.

Ze.tt: Louis, in Prélude you play a young pianist who studies at a prestigious conservatory. At first he is totally motivated, but finally breaks under the pressure to perform. What fascinated you about the role of David?

When I read a screenplay, I sit down and don't move until I finish it. What I hope for from a script is that it grabs me. In the case with Prélude, I was interested in the music theme because I've played the drums for many years. There are also parallels, of course, with regard to the systematic pressure that one, as an actor, also feels.

Ze.tt: The film and music industry in particular knows that there is enormous pressure on success. Surveys repeatedly show that your generation - you are born in 1997 - seems to feel a fundamental pressure in career and life planning. Where does he come from?

This film and my role are symptomatic of something in my generation, I agree. I think many experience a contradiction. On the one hand, we have been educated in such a way that everything is possible, that all conditions are given for the best possible life and that we can pursue our dreams. But then again there's the fact that parents do not label their education as good and wish that their child takes the academic path. Although many have a safety net, they are told not to rely on it and strive for something higher. I find it wrong when children and teenagers expect something special, a significant achievement. This should not be the result of pressure and coercion, but of self-motivation.

Ze.tt: Your character continuously loses this self-motivation because his professor forces him into a corset (Tries to mould him. Respresses him). How do you manage to maintain your appetite even when you are suddenly under pressure?

David's basic problem is that he deals with everything himself and does not talk to anyone. I believe that when you share them with other people, all the big problems that seem even bigger in your mind can be overcome and they lose their size. The movie does not mean that pressure is fundamentally bad. Perhaps David could have benefited from it and had a successful career as a pianist, if he had dealt more intensively with the thoughts in his head through the help of others, but he doesn't and develops perceptual disorders that lead to his downfall.

Ze.tt: This downfall seems to be temporarily averted towards the end of the film: David visits a former school friend. She had a baby early and just got a job in a library. She seems to be managing the pressure of both career and personal life. Nevertheless, David can not see a positive role model in her. Why is that?

At this point in the movie he is already destroyed. His thoughts are too bogged down for him to see any way out. He has already made his decision. I also believe that it is still a bit in our heads, that you have to choose between career on the one hand and family on the other hand. Especially with women, because they are nine months pregnant and can not continue their job temporarily. But luckily it's being worked on right now. It is a good thing that fathers demand more responsibility and fight for equal pay. Family and career should not stand in each other's way.

Ze.tt: No matter how well you plan and strive for your career and family - the possibility of failure can never be ruled out. David finds in the film no reasonable approach to his failure. How to deal well with setbacks?

There is an exciting documentary: A Song of an unknown Actress . The film shows actors who will not get a job for many years, friends advise them to let it be. But the actors do not want to let go of their dream and fight and suffer further. Especially when you approach a thing with great self-motivation, it's hard to just let go of your dreams. I think that's good, even if it's overly romantic and idealistic. Setbacks are just one of them. It is important that one uses this feeling, reflects and can not be killed by it.

[my-mystic-messenger]

How would everyone in the RFA + Saeran + V react to MC coming out as ftm trans? I really adore how you do requests, and would like to see this one, if you don't mind. Sorry if it's already been done before

I put writing this off for so long… I just feared people would give me shit for it, because I knew exactly that what I was about to write would not be happy. Jumin’s was especially hard to write, because he’s my baby but such is life. Well here goes nothing, ya’ll 

|| REQUEST ARE (ALWAYS) OPEN!! ||

♬Zen♬

“Idon’t understand…you are already a girl. If this is about youwanting to wear more colourful and flashy clothes, I don’t mind. Itwill take some getting used to, but you can do whatever you want toexpress yourself”, he said, smiling at you with confusion writtenall over his face. You returned the smile, sighing at his naïveness.“No, babe, not transvestite; transsexual or transgender if youwill.” Zen’s face became even more puzzled. You could only assumethat for someone who didn’t inform themselves those terms but allsound like the same difference with a whole lot of confusion on top.“I feel like I am a man so I want to become one.” Zen blinked,obviously trying to process what you were saying. Well, at least he’dgotten the message so that was a start. “I heard of that before”he said, nodding slowly. “Are you…sure about it? Maybe it’s justa phase.”

You’dexpected as much. Zen had never been much on the tolerant side whenit came to these things. Even in the chats he’d made some homophobiccomments and he’d hated Seven’s crossdressing. Not to mention thewhole debacle with Vanderwood. Honestly, you’d just wanted to get itoff your chest. “I’m sure. I’ve felt like this since I was a childand for the longest of times I’ve tried to suppress and ignore it butI can’t do that anymore. I want to become a man”, you said with asmuch determination as possible, hoping that your voice wasn’tquivering with the nerves you were feeling. Then he said what you’ddreaded and feared and yet expected the most: “But…I’m not gay?”You’d hoped for a different outcome, obviously, but thanks to havingprepared for this one you didn’t cry. Which was a good thing, seeingas you were in public. “I know”, you said, nodding slowly.

“Whichis why I am telling you know before starting my transition. I’mgiving you an out. I’d rather we break up now, as friends, than endup hating each other during or after the entire process.” Both ofyou were silent for a while after that. Zen looked tense anduncomfortable, obviously avoiding your eye. “I’m sorry”, heeventually said, head hanging low. “I love you but just the thoughtof you…and the…”, he struggled before you cut him off with ahand gesture and a smile. “Say no more. I know what you mean and Iunderstand. You can’t change your sexuality as much as I can’t changewho I am. Expecting as much would be selfish and cruel.” You heldout your hand for Zen to take, patiently waiting until he did so.“Don’t give up on me though.” He shook his head. “Never”, hesaid and he kept his promise. Despite taking a lot of getting used tohe stuck by your side.

★Yoosung★

He’dstruggled a lot when you’d first told him. The two of you had beentogether four years at that point, which at twenty-four was a bigdeal, especially considering your special circumstances. Not onlythat but you’d just recently gotten married, lived together, had akitten together and Yoosung had even mentioned wanting kids. Inshort, the two of you had a life together that Yoosung had consideredto be perfect as it was. The fact that you’d prefer to be a manunderstandably was a shock and quite the disruption. For one, yourmarriage would no longer be legal so you’d basically have to get adivorce the second you officially changed your gender. Secondly,biological children would no longer be an option, something that madeYoosung especially sad. He’d been so excited to be a father,especially if the child was to have your heart and cute smile. Allthat was gone now.There were many more problems, Yoosungknown as much, but he’d chosen to ignore them in favour of blissfulignorance. You were still you, no matter the package, right? All theother problems, like his families and societies reaction as well asthe fact that he wasn’t even attracted to men, were surprisingly easyto ignore in favour of staying by your side like he’d gotten used to.For four years you’d been his muse, his driving force. Only for youand thanks to you had he become the man he was now and Yoosungfeared, above all, that losing you would mean losing himself. Justthe way he did once Rika had disappeared from his life. You weren’tdead, of course, but you still wouldn’t be as much a part of hisdaily routine as you were now. So he said he was fine and fought hisway through his own doubt, deciding to stay with you during theentire process of your transition

Youknew from the beginning that things would change. Of course theywould, as you as a person would change. Finally you could beyourself! Sadly, things didn’t change quite as positively as you’dhoped them to. Despite saying he was fine Yoosung started to keep hisdistance. The day you legally changed your gender and your marriagegot revoked he didn’t speak a word the entire day. You also barelytouched anymore, let alone have sex. Both of you felt isolateddespite being together and both of you started to become more andmore lonely for it. When you tried to talk to Yoosung about it hesaid he was fine. You knew he wasn’t, but what else could you do. Acouple of days later it all seemed to finally fall into place andYoosung came to you, looking for conversation. You talked and youboth decided that neither of you were happy anymore. It didn’t makesense to stay together, so you didn’t.

♨Jaehee♨

Bythe time you’d finally gathered the courage to tell Jaehee you’d beena nervous wreck. It had taken her months upon months to evenentertain the thought that the two of you were more than justplatonic girlfriends, and then some more until she’d finally gottencomfortable with the two of you actually dating. One of her mainconcerns had been the fact that people would talk, that society wouldnever allow you to be together the way you wanted to be and that thetwo of you would suffer for it. Frankly you didn’t even want toimagine how she would react now, mere months after getting together,to the fact that you wanted to change your gender, that you wereactually a man. Just in case you’d prepared for the worst. That wayit wouldn’t hurt as much if it came down to it. However, once you’dactually told her, Jaehee had been astonishingly calm.

She’dasked for a little time to consider everything and obviously you’dgranted her as much. It was the least you could do after droppingsuch a bomb on her. You decided to go to your parents for a while,give her some space to consider all the options like you knew shewould. By the time you returned home Jaehee had been waiting for you,folders filled with all sorts of research she’d done. That eveningshe’d sat you down and explained the whole thing to you instead ofthe other way around. She knew things you hadn’t even considered!Like for example which doctors would be most qualified and how tocover the cost as best as possible. After all, neither of you wererich and while the café was running quite well, it was far frombeing profitable enough to just afford surgery like that. Still, withJaehee’s support and her by your side you were ready to takeeverything on.

Luckilyshe stayed by your side throughout the entire transition as well asafterwards. It was a very hard time and sometimes things got tensebut the two of you got through it all. About a year afterwards Jaeheeeven opened up to you about the fact that she preferred you the wayyou were now. When you’d asked her why she’d explained that not onlywas she more attracted to men, she also liked how your personalityhad changed ever so slightly. You hadn’t even noticed, but she saidthat you smiled much more now and that you seemed more confident thanyou used to be. Not only that but she also liked the way you’d becomea little more protective and aggressive as well. Just how much sheliked your new side she showed you that night. You chose to show yourgratitude for her never ending by finally putting a ring on herfinger.

♛Jumin♛

Youput off telling Jumin for a very long time. So much so that youstarted hating yourself for it. Not only were you stuck in a body youdid not feel was right for you, but you were also being a horrible,stalling coward. However, you knew that your fear was more thanjustified. Jumin and you had rushed into your relationship, passionso all consuming and intense that marriage just could not bepostponed for even a moment longer. You had to have one another andso you did. However, the problem with rushing it that things alwaysget left behind at one point or another. You never had the time toreally and fully get to know one another. The kind of getting to knowone another that takes years and cannot just be felt or skipped. Thekind of knowing one another where you would have been able to mentionyour doubts about yourself and your gender.

Youwere staring at your wedding ring, sitting at the dinner table as youwaited for Jumin to come home. When you heard the door open youinstantly got up, heart beating a mile a minute. The smile Jumin hadhad on his face upon first entering quickly disappeared when he sawthe nervous state you were in, the way you were fidgeting with yourring. He suspected horrible things. Everything from you demandingdivorce to having cheated on him with some other man. Despitepicturing the worst of scenarios never in a million years had heexpected the things you actually told him. The news left himcompletely shocked, sagging into the free chair at the table, pale aswhite as chalk itself. You barely dared to talk, but you just had toknow what was going through his head. Jumin was so dangerously quietand it made you only the more nervous.

A couple of minuteslater he took a deep breath, exhaled through the nose and looked upwith you. His eyes were cold and neutral, like he was preparing forsome kind of business deal, and you could feel the tears springing toyour eyes. “Do you insist on getting sex reassignment surgery?”Your lips were quivering at this point, the first tear running downyour cheek. “Jumin I -”, you began, but he cut you off. “Yes orno.” You nodded, voice barely a whisper when you replied: “Yes, Ido.” That is when he nodded and got up. “If that is how thingsare I fear that our relationship should come to an end. I am neitherinterested in the male gender nor do I find what you are planning todo moral. I am sorry that things have to end this way.” That nighthe’d merely walked out, giving you time to pack your things and leavein private. The next time you saw him was as you signed your divorcepapers.

☼Saeyoung/Seven☼

TellingSaeyoung hadn’t been such a big deal. You had neither really plannedsomething special for it, like sitting him down with dissertationsand pamphlets on the topic, nor had you expected any kind of specialreaction. For one he’d always been the one who liked to wear womensclothing more than you do. People thought he only did it for certaincases and maybe had like five to ten outfits tops? Wrong. Very wrong.His secret closet was bigger than the bedroom in Rika’s apartment andfrankly he had some good shit in there! Like Gucci’s newest springseason type of stuff. Had you not decided to finally give up yourfable attempt to hold onto your femininity you would have been verypissed at him for not telling you about his clothes collection aswell as not sharing it with you. Selfish prick, you would have lookedgood in some of those!

You’dtold him during breakfast and he hadn’t even blinked. He’d justcontinued eating his toast, begging you to pass him some of the salt.The next time it had been brought up it was Saeyoung asking you whenyou planned to start taking the hormones as well as whether you’dlooked at doctors already, because he’d dug up some dirt about someof them so you better pick wisely. After about a year of hormonesyour body had changed quite a bit and you finally felt ready to havethe operation. Once more Saeyoing merely asked you for the date so hecould clear his schedule and be there. He’d probably have offered todo it himself had you given him the opportunity. You’d seen somesuspicious looking books lying around. Joke aside, though, you werehappy that he was supportive of it all. Hell, he even financed theentire thing!

Bythe time you got out of surgery he was waiting for you, eager to see.Obviously a lot of things were swollen so there wasn’t much to see,but the fact that his excitement mirrored yours made you happy. Onthe way home you thanked him for staying so uncommonly calm,admitting that you yourself had been horribly nervous. Him being socool about it had really helped. Saeyoung had laughed and admittedthat he’d almost had three heart attacks during your surgery –obviously he’d hacked the cameras and watched the entire thing –but that he’d known it was the best thing for you. When the swellingwas finally down you couldn’t wait to see your new body in fullglory. You loved it! And from the way Saeyoung looked at it, so didhe. “Man, I can’t wait to get that dick inside of me. Also, my dickinside of you. So many new possibilities!” 

☀Saeran☀

Whenyou told Saeran he literally didn’t care. Like literally. Not in amean kind of way like ‘I don’t give a fuck, it’s just a phase anyway’kind of way. More like a 'good for you, what else is new’ kind ofway. You’d been so surprised you felt taken aback. Had he nothingelse to say? This was quite a big deal to you. You were about to getentirely different genitalia. Everything would change, even smallthings like your voice and body hair and stuff and all he did wasshrug and continue watching some sci-fi movie you couldn’t rememberthe name from? Well fine, at least you didn’t have to fight over it,so you took it as a win. Still, you prepared yourself for some sortof reaction nevertheless. After all news as big as this tend to hitpeople a little later sometimes. You waited and you waited, ready toexplain everything to him, but no reaction ever came leaving youconfused.Months on hormone therapy passed, your voicegradually dropping, hair growing in places it hadn’t before and fatrepositioning itself on your body. You’d even started working out tobuild some muscle and your entire wardrobe had started to change aswell. Still, no reaction came. The two of you just went about yourdaily routine like every other day. One day he even offered to go tothe gym with you because he felt like he was getting a little toolazy now that he didn’t have to do all that footwork for Magenta andMint Eye anymore. And you’d actually gone, just like that. You’dworked out side by side,  like the fact that you could lift more thanhim and had more muscle definition was nothing the two of you shouldmaybe talk about. Even after you’d finally gotten the surgerysuccessfully a nice penis hanging between your legs, he said nothing.

Itwas you who finally snapped. “For fucks sake, Saeran! I have agoddamn cock between my legs and you have nothing to say?!” He’dlooked up from the book head been reading, looked at your dick andthen at your face. “It looks more realistic than I thought itwould?” You’d barely stopped yourself from face-palming. “No Imean damn it, Saeran, I am a man now. Do you have any feelings aboutthat? Any at all?” Once more he just shrugged. “No, I don’t.Listen, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again; I don’t care forwomen. I also don’t care for men. Sex was nothing I even consideredwhile under Magenta and when I did it was because I liked you, notyour genitalia. If you feel more comfortable this way I am happy foryou. After everything we’ve been through, this is no big deal butjust so you know, I’m not taking it up the ass. I’m a pitcher.”

📷Jihyun/V📷

You’dbeen afraid of telling V for many reasons. Mainly because you’dfallen in love with him and losing him was the last thing you wanted,but suspected would happen. On top of that you feared that he mightaccuse you of leading him on or betraying him which was the lastthing you wanted him to think or feel after everything he’d beenthrough with Rika. By the time you’d worked up the courage to tellhim you’d imagined and prepared for every possible outcome fromhorrible bad to very good. You had an apology prepared and an entirespeech about how it was out of your hand and how it would make youhappier and that you hoped he would understand. When you’d finallystammered out an explanation, heart beating a mile a minute, V hadmerely blinked in confused before his featured had evened out andhe’d smiled just the faintest bitIt had been a worse reactionthat you’d first expected. A smile might seem like a good thing, butin this case it really wasn’t. For one you didn’t lose V, as hedidn’t break up with you. Sadly what you thought of as a blessingquickly turned into a curse. Despite the happy go lucky mask V wasputting on you knew that he wasn’t happy at all. You’d learned toread through those things ages ago. Which only made the entiresituation the more uncomfortable, since his discomfort about yourgender only made the entire thing sour for you as well. It gotespecially bad after a couple months of hormone therapy when youfirst started really going to the doctors more regularly and allthat, since your sex assignment surgery date was nearing. V insistedto come to all your appointments with you which would have been awonderful thing, had it not been so horribly forced,Shortlybefore your due date everything finally blew up. “V, just fuckingbreak up with me if you can’t live with the fact that I am soon goingto have a penis. I won’t judge you, okay? I get it, you’re not intomen”, you’d snapped, heaving your breaths as the anger overwhelmedyou. “But I love you…” His voice had been so small, you’d felta little bad. “No, V, you love the idea of me. The one that is soongoing to completely die before your eyes when I get surgery and comeout a different person than the one you fell in love with. Iappreciate you trying to be there for me but honestly I just feellike I’m dragging you along. I know you’re feel guilty for not beingthere for Rika or maybe you feel obliged because I talked you intogetting your eyes fixed, but there is no reason to. Just…say theword and move on. Please?” After that you’d finally talked about itproperly and decided that it was the best decision to in fact breakup, move on and give each other time to heal…maybe with someoneelse.

[ardentamphibianpatton]

Despite Logan being right and that he should say it, the baker didn't know how to take those words. His brows furrowing slightly in confusion. He didn't understand why he was so keen on guzzling down every bottle of gin they bought, especially if it was part of his sickness problem. However, the grumpy man baby that sat on the couch and tried to argue his way through it made Patton tune in. Listening and watching him try to give an excuse so he can have the alcohol.

Luckily, and much to the baker's delight, he fell silent. Indicating that he one in the parental department, for now. Deciding to celebrate his mini victory by taking a few gulps of gin, since he barely had any yet. The taller male speaking his mind had quickly caught his attention, though. The talk about having fake friends upsetting the baker a little, the gin bottle being placed on the side desk. Still away from Logan. As much as it was hurtful to hear, he couldn't have him suffering sickness again.

Instead, he turned with the idea of reaching over and giving a comforting pat. Initially wanting a hug, but he did just snatch his alcohol away. Along with the fact that he didn't know if the other liked hugs. But, Logan seemrd to of already had a plan in mind. Patton freezing as he scooted closer to look through his curly locks. Hands slowly and a little robotically moving to stack on top of one another in his lap. Trying to relax at the touch, despite his hair accdientally snapping every now and then when removing a roach. It not being the barber's fault in anyway, as he could tell he was trying to be careful.

"Ah- ow-Uhmm... Yeah I- don't think i have, in a loooong time... I had time to spare, but change was something I did not. I tried using soap at one point? But- I think it made my hair worse," he informed. Pointing to the tangled knots on the left side of his head. Looking up with curious eyes through the gaps between Logan's arms. The feeling of the roaches getting caught and picked out his hair being quite relaxing. Finding himself swaying a little as his hair was being freed of the crawly insects.

"...Are- you wanting to wash it? I won't put down the offer, and I won't force ya to clean this birds nest if you only want to fix it. This alone feels... ten times bett-er-rrrr..." the baker held out the last letter as he almost shut off. The sensation of fingers running over his scalp a few times turning him into a bundle of satisfying tingly nerves. A few shooting down his spine everytime Logan's hands came in contact with his locks again.

💈 There was something comforting about the swarm of rats following him down the street. Better than the fish that swarmed around him, having been close to drowning at sea. A ship on its way to London rescued him, yet he still held the appearance of a walking corpse, sunken eyes staring ahead at the road, through the swarm of dully dressed crowds. Of course everything around him was faintly familiar, but one building caught his eye- a bakery, to be exact. Hesitantly, he goes to investigate.

🍥 Patton had not been having a good day. It felt all too natural, really. Believing that one day his shop would be filled with multiple customers and sun shining through the window was becoming merely a dream. A hope that he was close to discarding forever.

Until the little ring of the bell chimmed through the room. His heart jumping into his throat as he let out a short gasp, the adrenaline kicking in to seeing a new face enter the shop.

A customer!

“Afternoon! Or morning- I’ve lost track of time. Don’t be a stranger, come in, come in!”

He rushed around the counter and quickly invaded the taller males space. His face lighting up with so much glee as he placed his hands onto the other’s shoulders. Leading him to a table.

“Sit!” He exclaims a little loud, his smile wide and eyes sparkling with joy.

[vinnymauro-chenzomauro]

Can we see some of your writing? You don't have to post it if you want.

Sure, here you go. It’s from a fan fiction, if you don’t mind:“I’m Vinny. I can feel what you’re feeling right now. I can feel the feelings of this entire room. Very tense. Very, very tense. I can also influence feelings as well. The only cool thing about me is that I’m part dragon. I’m the last of my kind,” The smallest male said. He was about 5’5” with shoulder length light-ish brown hair. He had light hazel, greyish eyes that looked almost snake-like as they shifted under certain lights. He had a slight tan from being in the sun so much, as I presume. His smile was as bright as, if not brighter, than the sun. He wiggled his nose like a bunny and looked to the guy Andy introduced as Chris.“I’m Chris Cerulli or Motionless whichever you prefer. I’m a vampire,” The tallest one smiled at me and showed vampire-like teeth. He was tall and lanky with jet black hair that looked like that of a dog’s when you give it a bath, greasy and messy all at the same time. Behind him were four or five others just like him.“I’m Joshua Balz. B-A-L-Z is how you spell my last name. I know, I know, you can tease me about it but that’s my real last name. There’s no getting around it now that the government has fallen due to that douchebag president, Donald trump. All of my friends call me just plain Balz. I am just really strong,” A bald, tattooed man said, stepping out from behind Chris. A woman stepped out from behind him. She was just as tattooed as him. “This is my wife Ryan-Ashley, she’s just a normal human being.” “I’m Ryan. I’m normal too,” A man with dark black hair and piercing brown eyes told me. He smiled as a woman stepped out from behind Ryan. She was a little heavier set with straight brown hair and piercing blue eyes. She had an amazing smile and she seemed nice enough. “This is my girlfriend Samantha. But you all can call her Sammie.”“I’m just a normal person as well. My name is Richard Olson, people call me Ricky. But only my friends can call me Ricky,” This man had the same piercing blue eyes as Sammie. He was small and lanky. Ricky had dark hair with blonde roots. He looked around the warehouse and tapped his foot against the ground.“Come on Rick, stop being so nervous. This place is amazing and Phoenix seems like a nice enough woman. Come on Rick, calm down or do I have to calm you down?” Vinny shot a glare at Rick and he stopped, straightening up. I flinched at the sound of the word woman.“Phoenix is actually one of our male members. He’s an amazing warrior and can not transition because of the war. He was going to transition once but the hospital we were at was ransacked by a whole bunch of criminals on their way to Seattle a few years back. But he’ll get his transition one day. We’re sure of that. But for now, he’s an amazing, bigender soul with the body of a much more feminine person,” Jinxx wrapped an arm around my waist and I nodded lightly. The group nodded back and smiled.“I’m Devin Sola. I can see and hear ghosts. That’s why my friends call me Ghost. You guys can call me Ghost as well. Actually, I’m like Phoenix, except I want to be a female. So if you would be so kind and use feminine pronouns for me pease,” A small-ish man with a whole bunch of Tim Burton tattoos waved at me. I nodded and looked at all of them. They were all seemingly good people and I hoped for the best that they didn’t have to stay here long, a large crowd around me is never a good idea.“So, what’s your story bodyguards? It seems like all of you have a story that you want to tell,” I walked them over the a set of tables and chairs. Balz pushed the heavy-they were roughly a hundred pounds of industrial strength steel-tables together. He brought up all of the chairs necessary for my new bodyguards plus Jinxx and I. We all sat down in unison and I waited for someone to start the story. Finally Chris opened his mouth to speak. “We came here all the way from Canada, originally from Pennsylvania. We were sheltered by the Wild Ones up there. To be quite honest, I don’t know why I chose Canada, I just did. It seemed like the best option for us. We could be tracked down through CODIS and NDIS or some software like that. I couldn’t take that risk, so all of our fingerprints have been burned off. All of us escaped, and are escaping, persecution in Pennsylvania. I was going in for charges of murder. Apparently I had killed a police officer while trying to escape the psychiatric ward I was in. Balz and Ryan Ashley were going in for assault. They had apparently beat up a woman who had been calling Ryan Ashley names all night,”“She called me a cunt and a bitch what else was I supposed to do? Just walk away? I had to do something. So, I decked her in the face. There is no apparently about it. I decked her and it meant something. That whore deserved it. She even called Balz a fucking freak of nature. I didn’t need that skank bringing my baby down. He was a world champion weight lifter. He’s not a freak of nature. He’s my pumpkin and finance,” Ryan Ashley interjected and Chris rolled his eyes.“Can I continue my story hot stuff? Or do you want to tell it,” Chris bared his fangs and hissed lowly, like an angered cat. Ryan Ashley shrinked up and went quiet. Balz stood up slightly and Chris hissed at him as well. His eyes became red and snakelike. “Why do you have to talk to her like that, Chris? Do you really hate her that much,” Balz looked at Chris and Vinny made a gesture. Chris and Balz went misty eyed before they sat back down in their respective chairs. Even Ryan Ashley went momentarily misty eyed. Jinxx widened his eyes and nodded a bit. Like he was making a mental note of something.“As I was saying, Ryan was going to trial for assaulting a police officer. Both Ricky and Ghost were picked up on prostitution and murder. Vinny was picked up for some random drug charges. F.E.A.R was ready to prosecute all of us for crimes we didn’t commit,” Chris paused for a moment, looking between Ghost and Ricky. “Hey, it’s not my fault I’m fucking sexy as all hell,” Ghost licked her lips sexily and leaned forward. Her ample breasts sat on the table, spilling out of her shirt and onto the table. The were tattooed and beautiful. From my position at the table I could see that Jinxx had pitched a tent.“That you are baby, that you are. You’re gorgeous. You’re a modern day Aphrodite. Now let Chris tell his story sweetie. These kind people need to know our story,” Ricky touched her hand and smiled. She went quiet, shifting in her seat a little bit. Clearly they had some type of sexual or romantic relationship going on.“Well, all of us except for Ghost and Ricky were accused of crimes we hadn’t committed. They were actually selling their bodies to random Johns and Janes. The Janes loved watching Ghost and Ricky go at it,” Chris sighed and looked to the pair again.“It was demeaning Chris. It was absolutely disgusting. Women like that should not be fertilizing our relationship. Real male loving males do not need that in their lives. We do not need that or women loving women. We are not some fangirl’s little wet dream,” Ricky pulled Ghost to his side. “It may look like we’re straight, but when we first met, Ghost was not in the form she was now. But we were happy and those cunts used her…illness, or whatever they want to say instead of using the word transgender, as a way to jack off. It was disgusting.”“Anyways, we were a relatively good band before all of this happened. We’d like to think that we were going to become mainstream. We called ourselves Motionless In White. We were going down the drain for a while, that’s why Rick and Ghost turned to prostitution. Our entire house was raided for evidence. Luckily, we salvaged a few thousand of our CDs before the police raided the studio. We’ve been selling them on the road for money and we’ve been recording up in Canada. We’ve been working a new album up there in our spare time. It’s an album for Valentine’s Day, songs for our lovely partners. Jamie and Gaia were taken too soon from us. They were killed way too soon for any of our likings. Jamie was killed in a car crash. She was luckily killed on impact. We were so glad that she didn’t have to suffer through any pain. Gaia was trampled to death by some crazed fans. It’s not like we couldn’t control our fans. It’s just that Gaia was accidently pulled into the mosh pit and everything went downhill from there. It happened so quickly, too. I-I mean we- had no time to react. W couldn’t save her. Ricky and I wanted to honor our lost loves. Ghost wanted to honor all of those who had died for love, who died because of who they love. It was quite a nice album and concept. All we need is Vinny’s testimony of love and then we’ll be done,” Chris looked at Vinny and he blushed a bit.“There is a guy, no one really liked that I was guy who pined over a guy I saw once in another life…in another timeline. Where none of this happened and we were a huge band that was going to release an album called…Graveyard Shift, I think. But no one will believe that I actually love him so much,” Vinny smiled at me and I looked down, avoiding his glance after it had become awkward.“That’s because alternate timelines do not exist. It’s just a figment of your imagination. You made it up to relieve the pressure of being in this war. We all do it and you’ve taken it way too far. We all know it. You’ll speak his name in your sleep. You’ve gone batshit Vincenzo and that’s it,” Josh spat at Vinny as Vinny shrunk back into his seat. Vinny pulled at the edges of his torn sweatshirt. “We really did lose a lot of people on the way, sometimes our own minds. It was too big of a group I guess. We lost two of our former drummers on the way up to Canada though. Angelo Parente and Brandon Richter. We don’t know what happened to the other former members, but we assume that they’re dead or dying. We’ve had to kill a few group members because they literally lost their minds. That’s why we had to kill Angelo. I really loved him and I was pretty unsure of my feelings. So I never told him until he had a mental breakdown. He was shaky, violent and completely suicidal. I told him how much I cared for him and he became better for awhile. Then Angel literally broke and“We barely made it to Canada. We almost lost Ghost on the way. The Shadows burned down our safehouse. They chased us all the way to the border. Ghost barely made it out of the house alive. She had severe burns all of her body. They’re still there, all up and down her left side. The fire never touched her face. Though she did get blinded by one of the Shadows. We were at a loss to be honest with you. I had no idea how to lead a team after all that has happened to us. We weren’t Wild Ones, technically at least. I mean, we are powerful in our own rights, but we didn’t have the numbers to start our own chapter from where we were. No one really wanted to follow us into battle. We had lost too many people along the way to even consider having people follow us, especially me. That’s when we got picked up by the Toronto chapter of the Wild Ones. Casey, Olivia, Catherine, Justice and Tatiana have been very nice to us. But sadly, they too, have moved on. The Shadows burned down the building we were staying at and this time, they got Vinny. He was burned quite badly as well. But we were able to save him in time before any of his burns got too serious. That was about a month back and we are all still recovering from that event,” Chris sighed and looked over to Ghost an Vinny. She stood up and peeled off her shirt without any hesitation. It was like she had done this before in many different situations. Vinny, on the other hand, moved more slowly. It was like he was insecure of his own body and it made a lot of sense for him to be that way. He was a burn victim and his body was proof of the war we were still fighting to this day. We didn’t need for this war to happen and both of them were proof of why we didn’t need this war at all. They were the reason that we needed to stop fighting over stupid, little, idiotic problems.Her pale skin was contrasted by bright pink burn scars that reached up towards her neck. She twisted her head up to the light and showed a continuation of the burns on her chest. Jinxx and I looked on in awe. I never noticed that one of her eyes was paler than the other. That is what Chris must have been talking about. She looked over at Balz, who nodded. She put her shirt back on and sat down. Our eyes moved to Vinny’s smaller body. Vinny’s body was much more red than Ghost’s and showed how recently he received the burns. His burns didn’t stretch as far up as Ghost’s and his burns were more concentrated on the right side of his torso. His skin was peeling and red. Some burns were still greasy and wet looking. Soot clung to his skin in some spots and gave him an eerie, sickly glow to his skin.“The Shadows took my little brother. They killed him in cold blood. They killed my older sister too. Right after I went to join Motionless, they killed my whole family. Those damn Shadows tried killing me too. But they couldn’t really kill the last of the vampires,” Chris looked over all of us and sighed. “We needed help, specifically your help. No one actually wanted to help a bunch of misfits like us. You’re a bunch of misfits and misfits help misfits.”

[vogel-lynne]

6:30 a.m.

Half an hour before the alarm, but the excitement and genuine desire to make the best impression pushed Johnny out of his father's bed. It was not the first night the reunited family slept together; the days spent at the courthouse, the McGregor process, paparazzi following them everywhere they went didn't contribute to soothe their agitated lives.

"CASE CLOSED."

These two words' impact had been bigger than a song and even the sound of hot water under the shower couldn't erase it. Johnny got out of it and styled his hair using modelling hair wax while getting dressed; he liked the colours of his new school's uniform and the fact that students could wear socks of their choice, unlike Worthington Institute and its obsolete rules.

Downstairs Liam was scrolling the daily news on his phone, a cup of tea placed in front of him. He didn't eat much for breakfast; after becoming sober he chose to be vegetarian and even his food portions restricted progressively.

"Are they still talking about us?" asked Johnny before eating a toast.

"They do" replied his father: "Isnae going to be over soon...at least this time they're dealing with idiotic gossips, such as the making of a reality show..." disgust took over his face:"the same thing Ozzy Osbourne did, but they're comparing us to the Kardashians..."

The son didn't know whether to laugh or cry; he hated all those photographers, their cameras' sound, flashing lights, whenever they screamed at them to look in their direction. His viral photographs were almost all blurry and he looked like a critter in front of a car. Not exactly what people expect from a rockstar's child. Especially if the given celebrity is one of the world's classiest men alive.

"O.k. Time to go. See ya later, dad!" The former aristocrat got up and kissed his only parent's cheek before reaching the street, where luckily his fellow schoolmates were too busy listening to music, chatting or filming their walking for their instagram stories to realize a boy who occupied most of BBC News was about to join them.

The school's building was Worthington Institute's total opposite with its ruined red bricks, green rusty gates, some graffiti and an old football field right behind it. Johnny didn't mind those imperfections; inside it was much more likable, with yellow walls and some posters and projects by the students. A janitor guided Johnny to the headmistress's office. He expected to get tested in order to verify his levels, but she vigorously shook his hand and gave him some papers about the rules and the programs for the year. The newcomer read carefully and then followed the janitor through the corridors until they found a crimson door he knocked twice.

A whole new world was waiting for him.

But probably didn't realize his arrival; boys and girls were discussing, small-talking, flirting and copying each other's homework. Also if there was Justin Bieber instead of him they wouldn't have been impressed.

He observed them all, looking for a possible friend, but no one even winked at him. The girls seemed to be all basic, interested in trashy gossip or talent shows whereas the boys were talking loudly about the latest football match on TV. Every spot was occupied except one in the last row beside a kid whose dark brown hair was styled in a bob and whose left eye was spotted dark blue around the eyelids.

Their new classmate didn't expect any miracle; that was already better than being bullied for breathing like in his old school.

"May I have your attention, please?"

A teacher rose her voice as he entered the classroom. "From this day a new student is going to join us! Welcome, John Andrew Rixton-Madden!"

Everyone was sitting silently; his cheeks were on fire; he wasn't used to share his surname, whole existence and especially DNA with Liam Rixton in person yet. His new classmates burst into a standing ovation.

"Oh MY! I can't believe!"

"Is that the same lad who disappeared?!"

"Do You meanthe one that left his rich family to find out his father is a rockstar?!"

"HE IS! HE IS! AND HE'S RIGHT HERE!"

"His father is that musician that looks like a Korean idol with wrinkles and has a hedgehog!"

"Keep calm!" The teacher interrupted their feisty moment and placed one hand on Johnny's shoulders: "do you have something to say?"

"Not now" his story was more known than he wanted and everybody was whispering about it.

Everybody except the only kid sitting alone, who turned around shocked when the new boy sat next to him.

"H-hello..." His socks were millennial pink and patterned by little fuchsia flamingos. Also his diary showed many of those birds. No other explanation why the rest of the class was astonished Johnny chose to spend the whole year beside James, a.k.a The Fag. That was his name and how they called him by.

"If you'll need help call ME, Johnny!"

"Are you sure of what you're doing RIGHT NOW?!"

"Don't become a Fag please! You can be much more than that!"

"Don't worry! I am used to it!" Said James during recess: "In the other schools I went to I had worse treatments, but I never bent down!" Admitted proudly. He was shorter than Johnny even when he wore platform sneakers and his eyes were shining like amber while introducing himself.

He had two pugs, loved to sing and play the piano, had an interest in photography and fashion that made him the ideal victim of bullying, but above all he adored The Killers and Brandon Flowers was the father he wanted, since he never met his actual one.

Johnny was positively impressed with James; he was spontaneous and sincerely wanted him to be his friend, unlike his teammates that were all boasting about their wealth and competing against each other even when they had to work as a team.

The Scot was about to introduce himself when James stopped to greet two other students sitting against a heater. One was a blonde whose messy hair fell over his forehead, covering two big light green eyes. His left sock had mixtapes pattern whereas the right one was all yellow. His mate had deep green irises and was reading a huge volume while removing a red curly tuft from his face. His cheeks had some freckles and his socks featured green shamrocks all over.

"Who are you?" The Blondie observed Johnny for a long time as if he was some sort of alien.

"Oh, come on, Rhys! I can't believe you've never heard or seen of him! He was even on all the newspapers! Sorry, but his head is too much in the clouds!"

"I don't watch TV..." replied Rhys:"...I don't even like social media! My siblings grew up without using them, so why can't I do like them?! Ah, sorry! I haven't introduced myself!"

Johnny liked also that quirky airhead who was probably more intelligent than what he showed. His hazy eyes totally contrasted with his friend's attentive ones. He stood slightly taller than all three of them, a finger between his book's pages: "Pleased to meet you. My name is Conor Murphy. Yes, I am Irish as you may have guessed. My father is from Dublin and my mother from Belfast, but they moved here for more working opportunities. I have a little brother and I'm reading The Lord of the rings at the moment..."

Johnny listened to their words mixing, feeling grateful for what he went through. Yes, he was raised in a lie, had lived as a beggar and suffered from severe loneliness, but he made it to become the icon of a generation without icons.