my mom just told me she discovered a comic her friend drew when they were in elementary, saying how good it was and she showed me and oh my god my skills have never felt so invalidated HELPEPEPDLDMSKSMS

“Hey! You’re y/n, right?” A boy with warm smile says approaching you.

“Uhm. Yeah..” You reply, tucking your phone away hoping he didn’t see you tweeting about him. He glances over at the desk next to you only to see that there’s someone’s stuff on it.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t notice, is someone sitting here?” The boy asks.

“Oh no- sorry. It’s uhm- it's my stuff.” You reply quietly, moving your bag so he could take the seat next to yours. He seems fairly nice, and pretty cute not to say the least. Not to mention he’s also the only person who’s talked to you so far, so you decide to trust him.

Jeno seems to notice you look nervous so he decides to play it cool, for now. He also makes his first mental note, shy.

“I noticed you looked lonely and probably needed help with this worksheet, huh?”

You nod watching him take out a small black pencil case. Minimalistic, you think. 

“Oh! I just realized I didn’t introduce myself. My name’s Jeno.” He greets while doing a small wave. “I know you’ll probably get tired of the ‘why’d you move here?’ type of questions so, what’s your favorite color?”

You smile. You for one are thankful he didn’t ask you that. You didn’t really want to go into the topic right now because the truth being the only reason why you moved back is because your mom lost her job and couldn’t afford to live in your apartment anymore. It was smart that she decided to just rent your old house because from her words “who knows what’ll happen?” It makes you happy though, to know that your mom still thought ahead, and it makes you more happy to know that your mom kept in touch with Donghyuck’s parents, after all they've done so much for you, the least your mom could do to repay them was keep in contact after you moved.

“Oh uhm, it’s more of a color combination of blue, tan, and brown? I guess? I know it sounds weird but it’s really pretty. It reminds me of the ocean and the beach.” You smile.

“No no, it’s not weird! I think it’s nice. It’s hard to find some people who like earth tones these days.” He sighs. 

In reality he's more relieved that you didn’t comment on his name, so maybe there is hope after all. Maybe Donghyuck didn’t tell you what happened at all.

“Right?! Ugh, they’re really nice to paint with too!” You exclaim, eyes lighting up. It catches Jeno off guard due to him being lost in the little victory he just had. 

“You paint?” He asks you. 

“Only sometimes, when I get bored or have nothing better to do.” You giggle “I also keep a journal! Though I’m not good at updating it, it’s nice to keep.”

Jeno takes note of how excited you got once he brought up art, and he makes another mental note: Artistic, check.

There’s a small smile on Jeno’s face. It makes you happy to see that there’s at least one person at this school that isn’t Hyuck and his posse that would be willing to be your friend. 

The two of you end up chatting the whole class period away and not finishing the worksheet your teacher had assigned to you, making it homework. It makes you sad because you wanted to finish it in class and turn it in right away to give a good first impression to your teacher, but sadly Jeno had taken all your attention. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Jeno apologizes quickly when he hears the bell ring. “Ahhh I can’t believe we didn’t get any work done, I’m so sorry for preoccupying you!”

“No no it’s okay!” You exclaim. “I mean making a new friend is better than doing some shitty review worksheet, am I right?” You joke.

“Yeah.. I guess.” He sighs, packing his stuff up. “Oh hey! Before you go can I get your number?” He asks, handing you his phone. “So y’know, we can talk more I guess.. haha..”

In that moment all Jeno can think about is you taking his phone and typing your number in. c’mon.. take it.. please work. he thinks, and it does.

The question catches you off guard at first, you didn’t think that someone would be talk to you in the first place but to also be willing to continue to talking to you out of class? Now that’s an offer you can’t deny.

“Oh yeah sure! Here’s my phone.” You say handing yours over.

Bingo, Jeno thinks as he types his phone number into your contacts. Thank god for psychology.

“So, what’s your next class?” You ask as the two of you walk out of the classroom, into the now crowded hallway. 

“Ah, it’s english.” He replies. 

“Oh.” You say, kind of disappointed. Jeno seems to notice the hint of disappointment in your voice and makes another note of that.

“I have... study hall.” You say, pulling up your schedule on your phone.

“Lucky you.” He pouts.

“Not really. I don’t have much work to do besides the one worksheet from earlier and I don’t really know anyone so I might just take a nap haha.” 

“Still, beats working on an essay.” He sighs. “Anyways, this is my class!” He says, taking a turn into the cluster on the right of you. “Bye y/n! I’ll text you later?”

“Will do!!” You yell back at him.

You smile, maybe your senior year wouldn’t be too bad. Now if only you could find your study hall classroom..

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✰ how to be a heartbreaker

↳ so what happens when park jisung, the school’s infamous fuckboy runs into the new girl at school? out of boredom he decides it’ll be fun to have someone new to play with, but little does he know, she’s learning how to be a heartbreaker.

Dear Andy,

I have debated posting this for a while, mostly because I wanted to get it right. With the WSTW re-record release approaching and things coming to light about the actions of a former member I feel that now is as good a time as ever. I don’t know if you’ll read this, but it is something that over the past year I have wanted to do. I have been unfair and overcritical and at times, downright mean. I was judging you and your actions based on my own interpretations. The events of the past few weeks have shown me that those interpretations were wrong. So here it goes…

I have been a fan of not only Black Veil, but of you going back to 2008-2009, when everything was still on Myspace. I vividly remember eagerly awaiting the release of WSTW and making my mom drive me to the local Hot Topic to pick it up the day it came out. I remember going to my first show in a small little bar in Raleigh, NC that sadly is no more, and I remember being dressed in war paint along with my best friends. I know that it may not seem like it, but I to this day consider myself a fan. The band that you created was pivotal for my teenage years and to this day the community you helped build means the world to me.

I will admit that it was my passion and love for that community that was the root of my criticism. Despite what you or others reading this may think, I do not hate you, not at all. There have been times that I felt let down, cheated, and disappointed as a fan, but the events of the past few weeks have really opened my eyes. I will get that to that point, but I did not and do not hate you. As a person I speak up, at times when I probably shouldn’t, but I do when I feel strongly about something. I have certainly made the mistake too many times of speaking before I had all the information or trusting my own judgement on things, I knew nothing about. I am trying to get better at not doing that.

I can see how some of the things I have said, condoned, or even given a platform to were mean, uncalled for, hurtful, and regrettably untrue at times. I have had this blog and been in this fandom for over a decade. I was 13-14 years old when I first made this blog, and I am almost 25 now. I look back on some of the things I said, and I deeply regret them. In 2015 this blog was accidentally deleted, and honestly it was probably for the best that some of my earlier posts are gone. Regardless, I have let myself get carried away or swept up in drama perpetuated by others (and sometimes myself). I have said things, even in the past few years that I shouldn’t have, things that could be hurtful. While my intention was never to hurt you, I think it’s safe to say that myself and others lose sight of the impact of our words when they are said behind a screen, to people we think will never read them. As a teenager or even in my early 20’s I didn’t think that someone ‘famous’ would see what I wrote, surely it would all get lost in the sea of tweets, posts and comments.

That does not make saying those things right.

I would like to personally apologize to you for not considering the fact that you might see some of those words. That you are a person with emotions just like everyone else, that could be hurt by them. I am sorry for letting others get away with saying cruel things, even if I pushed back on them or didn’t directly comment. I would be lying if I said that the fame (or infamy), status and notoriety I got for my words didn’t affect my actions. It’s sad, but true that often times more attention comes out of negativity than kindness.

As someone who has been bullied and suffers from mental illnesses, I should have left some things unsaid. I do not know you personally, I only know what you have shared. Seeing you speak about your own struggles with mental illness over the recent years has really given me a much-needed reality check. I have related to some of the things you’ve talked about more than you know. Some of the things that others and I have been critical of were clearly not the result of malicious intent but of your own hardships that we were blind to. 

I think people forget, and I know I did, that when this band took off you were just a teenager yourself. To think that at 18 or 19 someone in your situation would act ‘right’ all of the time and never make mistakes is ridiculous. Not only were you a kid trying to figure the world out, but I think it has become clear that you were dealing with people who used you for their own selfish gains. That would be hard for anyone, regardless of their age. 

I have never dealt with addiction on a personal level, but I emphasize with whatever pain you had to endure in your own struggles with it. You are right when you said that no one sees themselves becoming an alcoholic at twenty years old, and I am sorry for not being more sympatric in the past. One of my biggest regrets in all of this was hearing that during the time that I was probably the harshest to you (around 2016) was when you were struggling the most with trying to be sober. 

I am happy that you are sober, I am glad that you were able to make it out of that cycle that consumes so many people. I hope that others who are struggling are inspired by your dedication to living a healthier life. In an industry where it is too easy to fall back into toxic behaviors and coping mechanisms, I am glad you have found strength.  

I would like to speak on why I have been so negative in the past (and at times hateful). As I said, what you created in Black Veil meant a lot to me and so many others. This band has been a part of my life for so long and I have met some of the most amazing people through it. I have met people that I can honestly say I love because of this community. This fan base gave me a home when I felt alone and gave me something to identify with as a kid. That’s why I started cosplaying as you, sure it’s a hobby of mine and aesthetically I am a fan of 80’s glam metal, but it was mostly to pay tribute. I am not a ‘traditional’ artist in the sense of paintings and drawings, my media is makeup and costume. The WSTW/STWOF era is what I consider my era as a fan, the one that I identified with the most. 

I admit, I was upset when it ended. That’s a stupid reason to be upset, obviously all bands change and there’s nothing wrong with that, but that’s how I felt. The source of my jadedness was not the adoption of a new look, it was deeper than that. Around 2016 was when I had the most animosity because I saw what I thought at the time was you ‘giving up’ on Black Veil. I felt like the ‘old’ fans weren’t wanted anymore and like most people, I felt the need to protect and defend what I loved.

With the introduction of your solo act, it felt like the community I cared so much about was being destroyed and I couldn’t understand why you were doing that. I was blinded by my own judgements. What came off as hate was really just hurt. I know I am not the only ‘OG’ fan who felt that way, and I took that to mean I was justified. In hindsight it is clear, none of us had any idea what was really going on with the band and certain individuals who were bringing it down. At various times it seemed like you hated the old era and as a fan who stood there from the beginning that felt like a gut punch.  I let my own feelings make me bitter, and that was wrong. I let others fuel that bitterness, including ones who were actively stabbing you in the back. 

I remember around 2012 I made a very critical post of an article you did in Kerrang talking about your struggles with alcohol. I criticized you for not saying more and even said that what you shared was nothing in comparison to a former member’s struggles with addiction. When I received this DM from that individual saying that they approved of my words and that I was ‘spot on’ I felt embolden. I deeply, deeply regret letting such a toxic and horrible person influence me. That post I wrote was wrong, ignorant and immature. That post was one that got deleted in 2015, but I still regret having written something so heartless. 

(screen shot is from 2012, this was a Twitter DM from said individual. I did not share that post with them, they found it on their own and contacted me. ) 

I see now that you were not turning your back on Black Veil, you were trying to save it. The interview you did with Ryan Downey brought me to tears. I cannot imagine what it feels like to have something you spent your whole life fighting for be taken over by an abusive, evil, and selfish person. I feel like I have gained a better perspective of where you and the band were at over the past three weeks and I am sorry you are not free to say more. I am sorry for defending this person because they did not deserve a single fan.

Some who takes advantage of another’s passion and youth because they lack the creativity and ability to do it on their own is stealing, plain and simple. I am sorry that you have been tethered to such a horrible person for so long. I deeply admire your perseverance, strength and determination in taking back what that person tried to take. To be willing to destroy something you love and care about to keep it from the hands of evil is an incredible act of dedication to it. 

I would like to end this with a few more things. I know I have been critical of people that you love. I do admit I have taken those criticisms too far at times where they crossed into bullying. I am sorry to Juliet for being unfairly harsh, I am not a hateful person, but I have allowed myself to act that way. There are certainly things that I have said that I stand by, and there are things that I may not agree with or understand, but I think there are ways that I can voice my own opinions respectfully, without being mean. 

In an ideal world I would love to sit down with you, or anyone else I may have hurt and have a discussion about it, but hopefully this gets my point across well enough. I do not intend to delete my blog or stop accepting posts (although I will try and make an effort to get rid of toxic posts. It will just take a while to sort through them all). While I can’t promise to never say anything critical again, I can promise to stop the hatefulness. I am promising to make a real effort to clean up some of the toxicity towards you that is unfair and unwarranted. To facilitate a more respectful, yet still honest and open dialogue. I do take pride in my blog being one of the last places of discussion and community for fans, but perhaps without the cruelty that been allowed to fester. If you are someone reading this who comes here to be mean and hateful, I’m sorry but it has to stop. This was never intended to be a ‘hate blog’, but I will openly admit I understand why people thought it was.  

If you take anything away from this, or if you even read this, please let it be this. I consider myself a supporter of you and what you have created. I want nothing more than to see you succeed and be happy. I hope that you are able to overcome the struggles in your life and that you are able to find meaning and true happiness if you have not already. Although it may not appear so, I have always routed for you. It may seem like nothing you do is ever good enough for the fans (or at least some of them) but for me at least that is not true. You have been given an impossible task of trying to please thousands of people, of never being allowed to fuck up, and having past transgressions brought up again and again. For that I am sorry, and I am sorry for having played a part in that. 

You deserve to be treated as a person, not as an object or persona. I whole heartedly believe you are a decent person, who maybe has flaws and room for improvement, but so do I and so does everyone else. I do believe there are fundamentally bad people out there, people who deserve the karma they have coming. Those are the people that purposefully hurt, lie, manipulate, cheat and deceive others for personal gain. I think especially in the past few weeks we have been shown who those people are. Yet, I don’t believe you are one of those people. 

To everyone out there who is reading this, please give people the chance to change. Be okay with admitting when you are wrong. Allow people to grow and become better. Over the past year my mentality and perspective on the world has shifted dramatically. Two years ago I couldn’t have written this post, but as I enter my mid-twenties I am able to look back and say ‘this is not the person I want to be, this is not the person I want people to think I am’. So all I can do is admit my shortcomings, apologize, and be better. 

Andy, if you read this and made it to the end, thank you. You are in no way obligated to respond to or accept any of what I said. I just wanted to put this out there with the hopes that it in some way, or that some part of this, lessened some of the hurt I regrettably have caused. 

- Ren <3 

P.S the banner of my blog is not calling you or the band trash. It’s a fan term for when someone is really into something. Saying “I am ______ trash” means you love that thing. I know it’s weird, but it’s supposed to be an inside joke for other fans, it’s a positive thing. So, when I say “I am 100% 2010 Black Veil trash” I am talking about myself being a massive fan of that era. I don’t think you or the band is trashy, if I did, I wouldn’t be spending money on tickets, merch and shoving blue contacts into my eyes for 10+ years. 

BTS Reaction:

Their parents don’t like you*

A/N: mini scenarios as usual. Requested** some are more angst and others are more fluffy. Enjoy!

RM

“What could I have done differently?” Your hoarse voice sounds in the room.

“Nothing, y/n. This was not your fault; my parents are just-“

“Assholes?” You finish for him, and he lets out a deep chuckle.

Earlier that day, you and Namjoon arrived bearing gifts, you’d been scared enough to announce your pregnancy to his parents. You’d only met them once before and it turned out to be a nightmare. You weren’t sure why you were expecting this time to be different.

“I guess I can’t blame them. We are fresh out of college and now expecting a baby.”

“Can you stop? Stop making excuses for their hostility? They don’t want me with anyone. They want me to be their 10 year old boy again and that is just impossible.” You laugh a little at his frustration and he walks towards you, placing two hands on your growing baby bump,

“I am so excited for this next chapter in our lives. This is not the time for us to worry about who approves of our relationship and who doesn’t- we have a baby on the way!”

Jin

Jin rolls his eyes for the third time that night. His parents clearly didn’t like you, and they had no problem saying so.

“What happened to Joy? She was such a successful beautiful girl?” His dad grunts, throwing his hands in the air as he shook his head in shame. Jin scowls,

“Y/n is also a successful beautiful girl. She’s-“

“An artist, yeah you’ve said that plenty of times already.” He cuts Jin off instantly, and his mom gives you a sorry look before speaking up,

“Sorry, it’s just... We wanted more for Jin-“

You watch through blurry eyes as Jin shoots up from his seat and grabs your hand for you to follow him,

“You can either be happy for us and respect and my future wife; or you can leave us alone forever.”

Suga

You were well aware Yoongi’s parents didn’t like you. In fact, that would be putting it lightly. You inspired him to follow his dream and go for music, and his parents would never forgive you for it.

You and Yoongi sit silently at the dinner table. You’d prepared a meal for 12- for all of his family, including his parents; and they never showed up. Your engagement pictures stood proudly at the table; you wouldn’t get to surprise them with the news after all.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I wish my family could be as loving as yours. We have to stop expecting them to be better.” Your fiancé mumbles sadly to you, taking your hand in is.

“They just need time, that’s all.” You reply, mostly trying to convince yourself. Yoongi just exhales loudly, wondering when you’d stop trying to please people who’ve made it clear where they stood already.

J hope

Hoseok’s eyes hang low as he avoids eye contact with you, finishing up his dinner while his family places you on the hot seat- asking a million and one questions.

“Why don’t you want kids?” His mom gasps, looking at her son with a bewildered expression before casting her eyes back on you,

“NO KIDS?” She lashes out once more.

“No.” You say matter of factly.

“But-“

“Drop it.” Hoseok moans from your side before he continues,

“Stop grilling my girlfriend, gosh.”

His mom moans loudly in defeat, her entire demeanor changing. What was meant to be a fun question game ended in awkwardness.

“Oooh she doesn’t like you.” Hoseok’s sister chimes in from the side of the room.

Jimin

“Y/n-“ Jimin tries to subtly catch your attention, but you were too busy throwing back a second glass of wine. You and your family love wine nights together, and Jimin grew to love them as well. But you didn’t catch the memo that his family were anti... Everything.

You look at his face when you’re finished and catch the stare of his family- who are now trying to look anywhere but your direction.

His family never came right out and said that they thought their family was better than yours, but it was clear enough. You grew to not care, but it was clear that it bothered Jimin.

“Y/n, stop it, baby. Please.” He pleaded with you when you reached for the wine bottle once more. You look at him with furrowed eyebrows and place the wine bottle down.

“I’ve only had two glasses.” You defend yourself, suddenly feeling scrutinized by the man who outdrinks you on a daily basis.

“I know, baby, but-“ he motions to his family who were chatting amongst each other, most likely about you.

“I’m over trying to get them to like me, you know.” You say, loud enough so they hear it, and Jimin clenches his eyes shut in embarrassment. You can already imagine the argument you’d get into once you got home, but if he can’t stand up to his family for the sake of your relationship; then you will.

V

“I don’t approve of this.” His dad’s voice booms through the house.

“I am not asking your permission.” Taehyung stands his ground, holding your hand tightly. You can feel his palm sweating, he’s nervous. His family planned his engagement long ago- by 25 he was meant to marry the daughter of a millionaire who owned an airline. Taehyung’s dad owned multiple hotels in the city and wanted nothing more than for his son to take over and marry into another rich family; never taking his son’s feelings into consideration.

“Taehyung! You’re going to ruin everything if you do this. What does she have to offer this family?”

You shuffle from foot to foot nervously. It’s true, you technically had nothing to offer them. Your family wasn’t rich and you weren’t going to inherit a million dollars once your parents passed.

“She’s the love of my life. I don’t care about money. Don’t you get that? You married mom because you loved her and now you expect me to marry for money? Because of your own greed?” He spits. His dad thinks for minute before nodding his head. Taehyung looks relieved for a moment before his dad speaks up again,

“If you marry this woman, you’re no longer apart of this family. Your brother will inherit everything and you’ll be disowned.”

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to speak, you couldn’t let Taehyung do this, but before you can say anything, he beats you to it.

“Fine. I’m going to marry the love of my life regardless of what you think. I want NOTHING to do with you, any of you! You are nothing to me anymore.”

Jungkook

“What a nightmare.” You whine, kicking your heals off and throwing them to the side of Jungkook’s old bedroom.

“Y/n, relax. She’s like that with everyone. I promise she doesn’t hate you.”

“Of course she does! Didn’t you see the way she looked at me? How she made me make my own plate of dinner while she served everyone else? Jungkook, it’s pretty clear where I stand with her.”

Like clock work his mom barges through his old bedroom door to give Jungkook an extra blanket before she drops a much thinner sheet at your feet, and she struts out of the room again.

You and Jungkook look at each other and fall into a fit of giggles,

“Okay, okay. Maybe she doesn’t like you much.”

Hope you enjoyed! Hoping to get a lot more writing done during this quarantine. Masterlist is here! ❤️

tag meme

i was tagged by @flusendieb thanks a lot 😍

rules: bold everything that applies to you and tag five people you’d like to get to know better. (I'll also put details in brackets if i feel like it)

appearance:

i’m over 5’5” (probably, i'm 1,85m. use metric, then we can talk) // i wear glasses or contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes (brown-green)// i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear makeup // i don’t often smile (I try to smile as often as possible) // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas (i prefer not to throw my money at huge companies for shit like tshirts, when i can get awesome fandom-themed ones or sth similar) // i wear baseball hats backwards (don't wear them at all)

hobbies & talents:

i play a sport (jein. I like climbing, but havent gone in ~2 years and it's not something you /play/. and i like skiing but havent gone in ages bc it's too damn expensive and the snow has gotten worse every year) // i can play an instrument // i am artistic (i paint the miniatures for our DnD campaign and i'm not terrible at drawing) // i know more than one language (gelman, english, spanish, swedish) // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition (gold in the race after my first skiing lessons) // i can cook or bake without a recipe (why would you do that)// i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami (i recently made a dozen sailing boats for @peredhelwen 's bachelors presentation, but also know other things)// i prefer movies to t.v shows (no preference) // i can execute a perfect somersault (purzelbaum? salto? aus dem stand oder anlauf oder sprung? the answer is probably no) // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own (wouln't bet my life on it)// i have read a new book series this year (sadly havent read at all this year) // i enjoy spending time with friends (yes.) // i travel during school or work breaks (breaks? as in lunch break? no, i just go eat sth.) // i can do a handstand

relationships:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years (@sindarion, check him out) // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have had a long-distance relationship (now, 200km) // I am an only child // i give advice to my friends (if they ask for it sure. unprompted too i guess 🤷‍♂️) // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

aesthetic:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell (idk, maybe) // i have watched the sunrise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars (does camping count?) // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach (the beach has a smell?)// i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms (rarely) // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colors // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season (summer all the way)

misc.

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote (but if, it'd be sth like "hate is always foolish and love is always wise." - The Doctor) // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift (i dislike automatic) // i believe in true love (not so sure anymore) // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed (what am I, a 16th century nobleman?) // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs (Oscar)// i have a cat (Rondra and Kor, after two deities from the german dnd-equivalent Das Schwarze Auge (aka The Dark Eye)) (why is the cap for cats so much lower than for dogs?)

tagging: @sindarion @lexicon0840 @rikatze @cxrx-s @curiouslynx @i-wont-stay-forever @khida @palastauszuckerwatte @protect-ion

Life is Strange 2 (Sean Diaz x Reader)

Chapter 10: On The Road Again

Chapter 9

*Sean's POV*

Charles drives up to the Reynolds house and pulls over. Chris and Daniel jump out the back and start playing in the snow, (Y/N) follows as she climbs out. "Looks like Daniel found a new brother..." Charles said as we watch them run around. "No kidding...He dumped me like a rock..." I said as I watch them then I look over and see (y/n) leaning against the truck for a moment before she joins the boys as she starts to act like a zombie. "Argh...I'm a zombie! I'm here to eat your brains." She said and the boys squeal as they run from her then start throwing snowballs at her.

"I'm glad you three came along...It's great that Chris found a new friend out here..." Charles said and I nod at him. "So...what's the story between you and the girl?" He asked me. "Oh...uh....we're just...just friends...." I said. "Oh...well....I've just noticed how close you two are. I just didn't know if there was something going on." He said and I give a small smile to this.

"Anyway...It's good for me to get out too...We've had a rough time over the past couple of years...My wife, Emily...She died two years ago. Obviously, it was tough on Chris..." he admits. "Shit...I'm sorry, man..." I said to him. "Thanks...It's been a struggle...Especially...trying to be a good dad..." he said. "You're...doing your best...Chris is awesome. And...he's got a wonderful imagination..." I informed him. "Thanks for saying that...Chris does have talent...he's a storyteller." Charles said.

"Yeah. He showed up when I was drawing at the market. He gave me some tips..." I said to him. "When I look at you and Daniel...how close you two are...I realize I'm far from being up to the task. Chris deserves a real family. Anyway...I shouldn't have brought this up. Okay...Forget it..." he said then he turns his head.

"Do you have some...kind of problems?" I asked him. "I'm just...not the man I was...I shouldn't even have brought this up, you know just forget it..." he said, embarrassed. "No worries...Didn't mean to make you feel bad..." I said.

"We all have our ups and downs, right? That's how life works. Your grandparents sure did have their share of downs, too...But they're always there for us. For Chris. They seem like good people." Charles said to me.

"Chris talked to me and (y/n)...He said that...you sometimes lose it...When you're drunk." I said and his eyes widen at this. "Oh, fuck..." He mutters, distraught. "Maybe...You should get some help...Don't handle this alone..." I said and he sighs. "Shit. Maybe you're right. His grandparents...my wife's parents. They offered me their help and...They want Chris to go live with them. I haven't replied yet. Maybe I could...s-send him away for a little while. Give me time to get my shit together..." he said and I nodded. "Might do him good. Yeah..." I said.

"I know I gotta do better. I can't let pain define who I am. Everyone has to go through some shit...But they're always there for us. For Chris. They seem like good people." He said. "Yeah, my...my mom left my dad a long time ago...she...never came back...She broke all ties with her parents, too..." I said as I look down. "Sorry for bringing that up." He said.

"It's okay. I hope they don't stress out because we haven't come back..." I said and he nods. "Yeah, we should get you three home...Don't keep them waiting." He said and I nod. "Yeah..." I said and I get out of Charles' truck then I turn around to look back at Charles.

"Oh and...Uh...Thanks...for your honesty. I'll try my best to be a better...dad...for Chris." He said and I nod at him then I turn around towards Daniel, Chris and (y/n). "Hey buddy, wanna set up that Christmas tree?" Charles asked Chris as he runs up to the truck. "Yeah!" He said. "Well, I'll get there before you with my Dadmobile!" Charles said and Christ smiles. "No way you can beat Captain Spirit!" Chris said then he turns to Daniel and said. "See you later, Superwolf!" Then Chris flies off towards his house, Charles steadily behind him in the car.

*(y/n) POV*

"Hello! Hello? Claire? Stephen?" Sean calls out as we enter the house ans shut the door. "Looks like Grandma and Grandpa haven't come back from church yet." Daniel said. "Well. At least they won't yell at us for going out..." I said and Sean shrugs. "That was so cool to spend time with Chris at the market!" Daniel said with a smile.

"So...did you set things straight with him? Told him the truth?" Sean asked him. "Yeah, yeah, I did...He was disappointed..." Daniel said. "Of course he was. You lied to him." I said and Daniel looks down then back up at us.

"Did you know Chris's mom was an artist?" He said. "I...didn't...How so?" Sean asked. "She drew comics! You should see her drawings, they're so cool. Just like yours!" Daniel replied and Sean smiles. "Thanks, dude."

"Hey! Uh..." Daniel said then he looks down. "What? What is it?" I asked.  "Guys...I wanna go check on the room...upstairs. I know it's Mom's. Please..." he begs and Sean shakes his head. "Daniel, you heard Claire. They will freak out if they know we went inside." He said to him, firmly. "We won't tell them! We'll be in total stealth mode! They won't know anything if we make it quick...It's just... I really want to know what's inside. What kind of stuff she had. Chris had tons of things that belonged to his mom. And I have nothing! Come on, guys...You guys don't even have to come with me...if you don't want to..." Daniel said as he starts to head up the steps.

I sigh at this as I look over at Sean and he could tell it from my face that we have to go with Daniel. "Fuck it. We'll come with you...So you don't make a mess and get us caught." said Sean and we head upstairs and examine the locked door together.

"The door is still locked! I just...Don't get why they lock the room. What's the big deal?" Daniel asked as Sean and I check the door. "We'll find a way to open it." Sean said and Daniel looks up at him. "Sean, this is super easy! I can just break the lock with my power!" He said. "Yeah, I could do that with a hammer...But let's try and find the key instead, alright?" Sean said and Daniel nods. "And if we can't find the key...I still have an unbended paper clip we could use it." I said. "Yeah, we could....but like I said...let's find it first." Sean said and we start searching for the key.

"I'm just gonna clean up real quick." Daniel said as he heads to the bathroom and cleans up, then heads to the staircase to act as lookout. "Guys, hurry...I'll stay here in case they come back." He said as Sean and I look around in his grandparent's room. 

"Didn't you say you saw her lock that door the other day?" I called out to Daniel as I look through the nightstand and Sean looks through the cabinets. "Yeah." Daniel replied. "Do you remember what she was wearing?" I asked him. "Uh...she was wearing this weird cardigan." He replied and Sean and I exchange a look then Sean runs out of the room and head towards the bathroom. 

I follow him and see him digging in the hamper until he pulled out the key. "I found one key, so it better fit." He said as we head over to the door. "Just try it!" He said and Sean inserts the key into the door and pushes it open. He enters the room and Daniel and I follow as we looks around to see a few items strewn about but also boxes inside.

"Wow. There's not that much left. Where do you think they put the rest of her stuff?" Daniel asked us as we look around the small room. "It's her teenage room, I'm sure she...sorted through her things before leaving for Seattle. The rest is probably packed in these boxes." Sean replied. "Sean...What do you think happened to all the stuff in my room? When we left..." Daniel asked. "I don't know, enano...I wish I could answer that." Sean replied. "Okay..." Daniel said as he picks up a book and sits down to read it. 

"I miss not having any memories of her, Sean...Why would they remove all the pictures..." He said. "Because they made them sad..." Sean said and Daniel nods. "Yeah...Dad did the same thing too...I've never seen any picture of Mom in our home." Daniel said, sadly.

Eventually, I come up to a dresser and saw that there was a letter. I picked it up and realized that this was a recent letter and I look it over, while I frown at it. "Boys..." I said and they see the letter in my hand as I walk over to the bed and sot down. "What's it say? Read it!" Daniel exclaims, desperately, as he sits on my right side and Sean sits on my left.

"I've heard the news about Seattle. Please help my boys if they come to you..." I read and Daniel looks up at me. "What? Why did they hide this from us?!" He asked. "I don't know..." Sean said and I continue to read. "You can reach me at this address, it's a PO Box I use sometimes." I read. "What's a PO box?" Daniel asked. "Well, a cop out...in this case..." Sean grumbles and I give him a small frown before I continue reading. "I beg you please help my sons." I finished and Sean scoffs.

"Oh yeah, right...Total bullshit." He growls. "What do you mean? She cares about us!" Daniel exclaims. "Well...I don't..." Sean said. "Maybe she...changed her mind! We could try and contact her!" Daniel said. "You don't even know her, okay?! Don't get any wrong ideas. We should just...stick to our plan. For now..." Sean said, firmly, and Daniel looks down in sadness.

"Can I read it...?" Daniel asked me and I nod. "Yeah...Then we gotta go..." I said when suddenly Claire and Stephen enter the room. "My Goodness. What happened...?" She said to us and we jumped up in shock and fear. "Shit!" Sean and I exclaim.

"Excuse me, what are you three doing in here?! Except, visibly...ransacking our house while we're at church?" Claire asked us, angrily. "Claire...We're sorry...But we just wanted to --" Sean started to say but Claire talks over her. "No one ever told you that everything you say before a but has no value? You know you shouldn't be in here!" She yells.

"Claire, please. Calm down..." Stephen said to her. "No, Stephen! They went way out of line here! We specifically told you to stay out of this room!" She shouts. "Uh...I just wanted to see my Mom's stuff!" Daniel said. "This isn't her room anymore! There is nothing to see in here! It's time you learn to respect some rules!" She said to us.

"Actually, we did find something..." I said as I hold up the letter. "Yeah! We found a new letter from my Mom! She said she wants to see us! But...You didn't even tell us!!!" Daniel screams at her. "She's not my daughter anymore! Or your mother! She burned all those bridges!" Claire yells as she grabs the letter from my hand. "One letter doesn't change what she did to me...all of us! She is not welcome back." She said.

"It's been eight years...maybe it's time to move on." Sean said to her. "Don't you dare lecture me, Sean. You don't know anything about how I feel!" She said to him. "Don't blame them for being curious about her, Claire." I said, defensively. "But I know her better than anybody! She hasn't changed! She just feels guilty!" Claire yells. "I can't hear that." Stephen said and he leaves the room. Claire starts to go after him, then walks back up to us.

"Listen, kids...I know life has been tough on you the past month...Bless your souls. And...and we put up with a lot of things...But... that...Going through our stuff, our personal belongings...That shows you don't respect us. Then you act like I'm the bad guy! After what we've done for you! I knew something like this might happen...maybe you three staying here wasn't such a good idea..." she said and Sean scoffs. "Man! I think I see why Mom left now...She couldn't put up with your stupid rules anymore!" He shouts at her. "Oh...So that's what you think? Then let me tell you something --" She starts to argue when suddenly, Stephen screams from downstairs, and then a clatter of furniture.

"STEPHEN!" She shouts and we run to Stephen's room to find him trapped beneath the cupboard. "Oh, shit!" Sean a d exclaims in fear. "Get...this...damn thing off me!" Stephen exclaims and Sean, Daniel and I run over to the cupboard and try to lift it as Claire exclaims. "Stephen! No! Hold on, honey! We'll get it off..."

"NO...stop! My legs!" Stephen screams and Daniel steps back, looks at Sean and I then gesture towards the cupboard. "Do it, Daniel! Now!" Sean screams and Claire looks over at us. "Do what? What's going on? Oh, Lord! What...What are you doing, Daniel?" She kept asking, frantically, as Daniel holds his hand out, concentrating on lifting the cupboard. Sean and I pull Stephen out then Daniel falls to the floor in exhaustion.

"Oh, my baby...Stephen, are you okay?" She said as she falls to her knees and cradles his head in her lap. "Now I am...Thanks to Daniel...You were right, Claire. I should have fixed that cupboard months ago. I guess my laziness will get me someday..." Stephen said.

"What in the name of God was that all about? That's impossible...What are you, Daniel?" She asked and I hold my hands out to him. "Claire...Listen..." I started to explain before Stephen places his hand on her arm. "They saved me, Claire. That's all that matters..." he said. "Maybe...It was a miracle...Thank you, Lord..." she said then the door bell rings. Claire looks out the window and gasps..

"It's the sheriff..." she said, fearfully, just as we hear a voice calls out. "Stephen? Claire?" Claire looks over at us in fear. "Sean...I didn't..." she said as the Sheriff said. "It's about your grandsons."

"We didn't call them..." she said. "I know, Grandma..." Sean said as we hear the Sheriff said. "Someone called us...We know they've been here. They were spotted at the Christmas market, earlier today..."

"Guys...What are we gonna do?!" Daniel asked us. "Go hide in the garage!" Stephen orders and Sean and I shake our heads. "No...No! No way! if the police searches the house, that makes the two of you accomplices." Sean said and Claire looks towards the door and back at us. "Get your bags and go out the backdoor...I will distract him..." she said. "Really?" Sean and I asked. "Yes. Now..." Stephen said.

"Stephen?" The sheriff calls out as Stephen looks over at us. "Get the hell out of here!" He orders as the Sheriff continues. "I know you're in here, your car is in the driveway..."

"I'm so sorry...For everything...I wish we could have helped you more...I wish you could stay here with us... Watch out for your brother, Sean..." she said as she hugs Daniel and Sean. "Yes. Be careful...We'll see you as soon as we can, okay?" Stephen said then Claire goes to hug me. "I'm so glad I got to know you, (y/n). Promise me you'll watch over my grandsons." She said and I nod at her. "I promise." I said. "Thanks for helping us...Both of you..." Sean said. "Yeah, and thanks for keeping me here as well." I said and Claire nods.

"Oh, we love you. Now hurry up!" She said and she goes over to the door. Sean turns to Daniel and said. "Daniel, wait for me while (y/n) and I go upstairs and grab our bags!" Daniel nods at us and we run upstairs and Daniel crouches as he runs to the back. Sean and I grab all of our clothes and stuff them in our bags, quickly, and we head creep down the stairs and sneak around to the back towards Daniel.

After we put on our coats, Sean peaks his head out of the door to the backyard then turns to us. "Move your ass, bro..." he said and we run out to the yard just as we see another cop car pulling up to the house. "Shit!" Sean and I exclaim and head towards Chris's backyard. "This way!" Sean said and we climb the fence.

Chris looks up in surprise and gets up from his tree house's swing. "Daniel! What's going on?" He asked and we stop in our tracks. "Hey! Chris..." Daniel said and Chris looks at us. "You okay?" He asked. "Yeah...no...We have to leave right now." Daniel replied and Chris sighs, in sadness. "I knew you wouldn't stay..." he whispers.

"Sorry...Wish we could." Daniel said and Chris looks up at us. "You better come back...Hold on a second." He said then takes off his cape and hands it to Daniel. "Here, this is your cape...You're the real superhero." Chris said and Daniel smiles. "Thanks, Chris...That's super cool...Like you." Daniel said and I place my hand on his shoulder. "Daniel, let's go!" I said and we start to go before Chris stops us.

"Take the Troll Forest shortcut...It's right through there...Nobody will find you!" He said as he points towards the forest behind his treehouse. "Chris, you rock..." Sean said and we head towards the shortcut. "Goodbye, Captain Spirit..." Daniel said. "See you around, Superwolf! The Spirit squad will stay united forever!" Chris said then he watches us run off, then heads back up to his tree house. While he runs, Daniel turns to see Chris standing in his tree house, making the Spirit squad pose. "Whoa!" Daniel said then he does the pose in return, and runs off with Sean and I.

"I feel like a fake superhero...Chris was so sad when he found out...That..." Daniel said, sadly. "He had to find out anyway...Before he did something...Dangerous..." Sean said. "I know...I just feel sorry for him..." Daniel replied. "Don't be. No matter what happened...I think you guys will always be friends." I said.

"Guys...I'm tired of running away...I don't want to be a superhero anymore..." Daniel said as we sit on the log, taking a break from running. "You don't have to use your power, if you don't want to." Sean said to him. "I know but... Sometimes I can help and -- How do I know when to use it?" Daniel asked. "You don't. You can only trust your guts. And...Listen to your brother. And me." I replied as I place a hand on his shoulder. 

"You'll think we'll see Grandma and Grandpa again?" Daniel asked. "I don't know...We'll see." Sean said. "Where are we gonna go now? See...See Mom?" Daniel asked. "No way, man. We don't need her, okay?" Sean replied. "But...She said she wanted to find us!" He said to his brother. "We stick to the plan: we go to Puerto Lobos. That's where we belong. No one will tell us what to do. We can be whoever we want!" Sean said.

"You think? I don't know..." Daniel said in sadness. "Trust me, man. From now on...We make our own rules!" Sean said and I dig into my backpack. "Look...I got you a present." I said and Sean smiles. "Same here. Merry Christmas, enano." Sean said as he holds out a snowman craft and I hold out a yo-yo, which I secretly took from this box.

"For real?! But...it's in two weeks!" Daniel said. "Who cares? Dates are boring! Here..." Sean said and he hands his present to Daniel. "It's...Weird. But...I like it!" He said to Sean then I hand him my present. "Gee...A yoyo? Awesome!" He exclaims in excitement. Then Daniel hugs Sean then me. "Early Christmas is the best! Hey, I got something for you too!" He said as he searches his backpack.

"I wanted to finish it, but we're doing it now, so..." Daniel said and he gives Sean and I a couple of drawings, which were of us in superhero getup. "Awww, man...That's so cool." Sean said and I smile at Daniel. "Yeah, this is great!" I said but then Sean digs in his backpack and pulls something out.

"Hey, (y/n)...I got you something." He said and he holds out his hand and shows me that it was a bracelet with a wolf charm dangling off of it and I smiled as I take it. "Oh, Sean...this is really pretty. Thank you." I said as we stand up and I kiss his cheek. His face turns red at this then into to my backpack.

"Here....this is what I was working on back at that market." I said as I hand him the drawing I did, which was of two wolves, a bigger one and a smaller one, and a fox, which was standing between them, and they stood proudly on a cliff. "Wow, your drawing skills are coming a long way." Sean said. "Thanks to you." I said just as we hear a horn of a train.

"Hey. Listen..." I said as we hear the horn go off again. "There's our ride...Come on. All aboard!" Sean said as the freight train travels along the tracks. The brothers and I head down and hop aboard. We look out as the snow covered trees passes us, quickly, and we go to sit down. 

I look down and see the boys looked alittle sad and I frown at them and I sigh and I began to sing a song, to hopefully make them feel better. Which it did as they listen to me and smile.

Carry on my wayward son

For there'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more

For A Reason

Stephen Strange x Platonic!Reader

Request: “Can you do one where the reader lost her dad @ 14, she's now 17, she's been living alone.She was closest with her dad because her mom left them. Stephen Strange runs into her and she peaks his interest, he convinces her to let him take her in. She starts to get attached to him and sees him as a father figure.She then forces herself to turn cold, she doesn't want to loose him like her dad.He notices and confronts her about it. She starts crying and explaining and he comforts her. Lots of fluff😊”

Word Count: 2,037

Genre: Fluff | Platonic

Warnings: Crying, Death, Guns, Sad past

A/N: This one took a while because I had work and a few other things I had to do, but here it is! I love Stephen Strange and honestly I could write about him all the time. I’m so excited for Doctor Strange 2 and it won’t even come out until like next year lol I’m a mess. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one! Tomorrow is my mom’s birthday so I may or may not post. Enjoy!

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Living alone in New York at seventeen years old wasn’t an easy feat. Lucky for you, you’ve been doing that since you were only fourteen. It was difficult at times considering it was only you, a literal child, squatting in and out of abandoned buildings. However, being a child on the run made you very street smart. You could pick-pocket like nobody’s business and you were surprisingly good at holding your own against people who tried to threaten you. You also learned how to get an all new identity, which was essential for where you’re at now. In reality, you’re seventeen. On paper, you’re nineteen. Your age didn’t really matter, but it threw people off on who you really were. You needed that for… personal reasons. So funny enough, you weren’t known as (Y/N) (L/N) to your landlord or anyone else you meet. Your name now is Serenity Andrews. You definitely prefer your real name, but a fake name was needed.

All your sneaking around is a way for you to make money on the outside of your job, which is a librarian. Your real job is actually where you learned everything you know since you dropped out of school after everything in your life went to shit. Since you helped people rent books, no one batted an eye when you would read books that could only be classified as textbooks. You were actually pretty smart even though you were technically a dropout. Not on paper though. Your “secret identity” graduated from a school in Nevada. Anyways, you don’t go to work for another hour, so you decided to go to Times Square and make some extra money. Unknown to you, there’s a man who can see everything you’re doing.

He observes you as you effortlessly pickpocket people, and needless to say he finds you intriguing. You don’t see him watching you, or even following you to your place of work. You go inside the library, saying hi to the other workers before getting behind the librarian desk and grabbing a random educational book. You quickly become lost in it, and don’t even notice someone coming up to the counter. “Excuse me, miss,” you hear a deep voice say, and it startles you. You look up to see a thirty-six-year-old man holding a book, looking at you expectantly. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” you say, immediately closing your book and grabbing his. You go to scan the barcode but realize there isn’t one. “Are you looking to donate a book to the library today?”

“No.” You look at him with an eyebrow raised. “This isn’t a book that belongs to this library.”

“I know. I think you could learn something from reading it.”

You scoff, opening the book to see it talking about something… different. Something, dare you say, magical. “You a con artist?” You close the book, pushing it across the counter and back to him. “No, but you are, ‘Serenity Andrews.’ I saw what you were doing in Times Square today.” Shit.

“Ah-hah… yeah, well I have no response to that other than please don’t tell the police… please?”

“I won’t tell the police because I see promise in you.” He pushes the book back towards you. “You see promise in me? What does that even mean?”

“Well, (Y/N), I think you’d excel in the mystic arts. I see potential in you.”

“How did you know my real name?”

“I know a lot. If I’ve peaked your interest like you’ve peaked mine, come to the address.” You tilt your head a bit when the book suddenly opens. You jump and look down at it in surprise, but when you look back up, the man isn’t there anymore. “Address? What address is he even talking about?” you mumble to yourself, closing the book and putting it in your bag. When you shove it in, a piece of paper falls out of it and onto the floor. You pick it up. Scrawled on it is an address. “177A Bleecker Street…” you mumble to yourself before shoving the paper in your pocket.

Against your better judgement, you found yourself standing outside of 177A Bleecker Street at six in the afternoon on a Tuesday night. “I’m being ridiculous,” you say to yourself, raising your hand to knock. Before your hand even makes contact with the wood, you’re transported to a new area. You stumble, nearly falling into the very expensive looking objects surrounding you. “Shit!”

“Ah, yes. That’s usually how most people feel after I transport them,” you hear a familiar voice. You look up and see none other than the man who visited you at the library today. Except this time, he was wearing a cape. “Is that a cape? Who the hell are you and what is this place?”

“No, it’s a cloak. I, am Doctor Stephen Strange and you are inside the Sanctum Sanctorum.”

“The Sandman Scrotum? What two words did you just make up?”

“You sound a lot like Tony Stark,” he says, semi glaring at you. “You know Tony Stark?” Your jaw is basically on the floor considering this man knows Iron Man and you steal for a living. “Yes. Sadly. This isn’t a Sandman Scrotum. If you wanted to see a Sandman Scrotum I would have taken you to Spider-Man, he and Sandman have a great relationship. This,” he says, motioning around him with his hands, “is the Sanctum Sanctorum.”

“Yeah, I’m still not sure what that means.”

“This is where I’m going to teach you everything I know. And we begin now.”

From that moment on you were bombarded nonstop with books, spells, and training. Your life on the outside world basically just vanished, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you had a home. You knew about every nook and cranny in the Sanctum, and often time Stephen would find you in an isolated corner, studying up on something. You were unbearable to him at first, constantly making quips and smartass comments, but he grew to appreciate them. He would just respond with his own headassery, and you two would go back and forth for hours. Wong hated it, but he also loved it because of how amusing it was. He once made the comment that you two acted like a daughter and a father because you two were basically glued at the hip. You two had formed a very close bond, and you definitely did look up to him as a father figure. But that scared you.

After about six months, you started becoming distant. You would barely speak to him only talking if you had a question on something. When he would fire a comment at you, you would just shrug it off and act like he never said anything. You would eat your dinner anywhere else than where he was. It was odd. You were acting strange. Eventually, he had enough. He wanted his not really a daughter but kind of a daughter because even though you aren’t his own flesh and blood you act exactly like him and it’s a bit uncanny but pretty awesome because finally someone who can put up with him back. So, while you were curled up in a corner, reading a book as you usually did, you suddenly felt the all too familiar feeling of being teleported. You glance up from your book to see Doctor Strange looking back at you. “Any reason you’re disrupting my reading?”

“You’ve been acting different lately.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh, come on (Y/N). Don’t act like I haven’t noticed. You’ve been avoiding me! And it’s not like that time you avoided me because I wouldn’t let you eat a pint of ice cream for dinner which, by the way, is still a stupid idea. Do you have any idea how disgusting you would feel afterwards? I don’t want to get into it right now, back to the situation at hand,” he shakes his head, leaning forward to talk to you better, “It’s been actual avoiding me. You go out of your way to not see me. I noticed. And I want to know why.” You just stare at him, not saying anything. It feels like an hour passes of you two being in a fierce staring battle before he sighs. “I just want to know what’s wrong, (Y/N). I know Wong said it as a joke, but I really do care for you like you’re my daughter.” That pushed you over the edge.

You immediately start crying, and Stephen just looks at you with wide eyes, unsure of what to do.  Lucky for him, his cloak is a huge softy, so it immediately unwraps from his shoulders and goes over to you. It envelops your whole body, frantically trying to wipe your tears away for you. You somewhat giggle, and then Stephen’s voice rings out. “Okay, now you need to tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“…I don’t want to lose you like I lost my dad.” He goes quiet, and you sigh. The tears don’t stop, but you begin telling him your story. You tell him about how your mother left when you were a baby. It was only you and your father for the next multiple years of your life. You and your father were ridiculously close being you two were the only person the other had. Then one day, it all just stopped. You two were living in your two-bedroom apartment. You were busy doing homework in your room when you heard a crash and some yelling. Then you heard a loud bang. You quickly ran and hid in your closet, terrified of the noises you just heard. You only came out when you heard the voices of the criminals who broke into your home fade away. You carefully opened your door, peeking out only to see your dad on the ground. You ran over to him when you saw the bullet wound. You knew it was already too late when you saw him.

“So that’s why I was on the run. I didn’t have any other family and I was scared. I just left. I changed my hair and met some people who could change who I was. I didn’t want the cops to find out that I survived, they thought the robbers kidnapped me. From that day on, I didn’t have anyone. No family at all. And then you came along and ruined my loner dynamic and now I’m scared because if I lose the person I look up to the most again, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to recover,” you sob, and he immediately hugs you. “(Y/N), you’re not going to lose me,” he tells you in a soft voice and you nod, finally giving in. “You being so distant scared me. I thought I did something wrong. It’s funny how you can feel such a strong bond with someone in such a fast time, but it’s like you really are my daughter. When I look at you, I see everything I wanted you to become. It’s actually impressive. I’m just so proud of the person you’ve become, and I know in the future I’ll only be even more proud.”

“While that made me feel better, it makes me feel weird hearing you be all soft. I imagine this is what Cloak would sound like if it could talk,” you say, sniffling. Stephen chuckles, looking at you as you pull away from the cute little embrace you two just had. “I’m sorry for being a dad, but I had to tell you that I was proud of you since I am.”

“Yeah, well next time tell me that I don’t suck as much as you thought I would, that sounds more normal to me.” He laughs, ruffling your hair and you roll your eyes. You had a rough past, and you definitely missed your dad. No matter what happened, nobody could replace him. But Stephen came pretty close. And although you sometimes wonder what your life would be like if you didn’t lose your dad all those years ago, you love your life now. Like Stephen always says. Everything happens for a reason.

Post Bar Mitzvah part 2:

Part 1:

https://heyoricohannah.tumblr.com/post/183552537466/post-bar-mitzvah-part-1-its-been-two-days

“So, do you have a last name?” Jonah asks Andi, the two of them sitting together in front of one of the computers at the library, where TJ meets up with Buffy at a nearby table for their next tutoring session.

“You’re late.” She says.

“Read the time wrong. Number dyslexia, remember?”

She rolls her eyes as he sits across from her. “And hey-before we start, I just want to say that I’m sorry you’re moving.”

“Oh please, you’ll be nothing but happy when I’m gone.”

“Oh, come on. Who else would I bring lattes to.”

This brings a quick smile out of her. “Whatever. Let’s get started.”

Back at the computer, Andi and Jonah have yet to find Walker anywhere online, but thanks to Cyrus showing up at Jonah’s request, that’ll quickly change.

“I’m here. What’s the emergency.”

“Cyrus, perfect timing.” Jonah says to him. “We’re trying to find the boy that Andi met at your Bar Mitzvah.”

“Oh...!” Cyrus is quite surprised that Jonah would help her with that. “The caricature artist?”

“Yeah.” Andi says.

“I can just ask my parents for the info. They’re the ones that hired him.”

“Cyrus, would you?” She brightens.

This conversation has distracted TJ from trying to remain focused.

“Whatcha guys looking at.” He comes up behind them.

“TJ!” Buffy stomps up beside him. “You do what I say, and I say, focus.”

“Alright, relax, Mom.” He scoffs. “Geez.”

She gawks at him in full offense as Andi, Jonah, and Cyrus stifle back their laughter.

“We’re gonna contact Walker, the boy that Andi met at the Bar Mitzvah.” Jonah shares.

“Cool I wanna meet him.”

“You’re gonna see him again?” Buffy smiles to Andi. “That’s awesome, you totally have to!”

Seeing how Buffy’s currently distracted, TJ gets Cyrus’ attention and steps away to talk to him in private.

“So I guess Andi and Jonah aren’t a thing anymore?” He quietly asks him.

“No.” Cyrus starts to smile. “I guess not.”

“Good.” TJ exchanges his grin, just before Buffy commands him over.

“TJ! Let’s go!”

Buffy and TJ didn’t get very far when trying to help him study, so after school at their one on one basketball practice, she’s ‘punishing him’ by not letting him play.

“C’mon Buffy, just pass me the ball.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you just ask me to pass you the ball?” She gives him a smart look. “No. How does it feel now, peasent?” She turns around and scores a perfect shot, sensing him roll his eyes.

“Alright alright, fine. Here.” She grabs the ball and turns towards him, holding it out and snatching it out of his reach. “Sike!” She shoots another basket and laughs with pride, looking over and seeing that Cyrus and Jonah have walked in.

“Hey guys, what’s up.”

They come walking up to them. “How’s practice going?” Cyrus asks.

“It’s wonderful.”

“Annoying.” TJ says. “Buffy won’t let me play.” “Buffy, you have to let him play sometime.” Cyrus says.

“You have no say in this.” She points at him.

He figures that’s fair. “Jonah.” He looks to him. “How about you play a bit?”

“What?” He laughs nervously.

“You said TJ taught you somewhat,” Cyrus walks over and picks up the ball. “C’mon, show us what you got.” He passes it over to Jonah, who looks at TJ with all the fear in the world.

“Um...” He looks to the net. “Okay...”

He contemplates a bit, and after getting ahold of his thoughts, he weakly tosses the ball and misses the basket entirely.

The rest stare at him as the ball bounces and rolls over against the back wall.

“Uhhh...” TJ excuses for him. “Stage fright.”

Buffy frowns in suspicion, turning towards him. “Until I get enough practice in, how about you go work on your math problems that you failed at.”

“What, you think I can do it without your help?” He retorts.

“You can’t even do it with my help!”

He scowls, the other two frowning at her just as the coach comes entering in.

“TJ, can I talk to you?”

He glares at Buffy once more before going over to him. “What’s up.”

“I’ve been talking to the counselor, and, we’re not pleased with your grades in mathematics.”

“Neither am I.”

“TJ, as of right now, you’re failing. And until you can get that grade up to at least a C, we’re gonna have to disqualify you from the team.”

Buffy, Jonah, and Cyrus sadly watch him process the news by sulking both onto the floor and into space. His scowl is meant for her and her only.

“TJ...” She says.

“You happy now?” His jaw is clenched, whereas hers is dropped, repeatedly calling out for him as he storms out of the room.

She chases him down out in the hallway, getting him him to stop and face her.

“TJ I never said said I wanted you off the team. You’re the one that wanted me off the team.”

“Not anymore, since you’re clearly better than me anyway.”

“Is that what this is about?” She cringes. “I can help-“

“I don’t want your help with anything!” He yells. “That includes math.”

“You don’t want it but you need it.” She states. “Don’t bother.” He snaps.

“So what, you’re just gonna start being mean to me again?” She harshly accuses.

“No Buffy. As far as I’m concerned, you don’t even exist.” He says what she had said to him during the Bar Mitzvah, making sure she doesn’t dare follow along when he makes his way off.

“Yeah well you won’t have to worry about that when I’m gone!”

Her words stay with him long past the encounter.

The coach had left the gymnasium, leaving Cyrus and Jonah alone to talk things over.

“You think they’ll be okay...?” Jonah asks.

“I hope so. I just hope they’re on okay terms before she, ya know...Leaves.” Cyrus can’t look at him when he finishes.

“Cyrus I’m sorry...” Jonah apologizes. “I know how much she means to you.”

“Yeah...” He whispers, eyes staying down below.

“Cyrus...” Jonah walks over and touches the back of his shoulder, making him look up and giggle abruptly.

“There you go...” Jonah loves to see him smile. “It’s all gonna be okay. I’ll be with you all I can. Promise.”

“Thanks Jonah...” Cyrus can’t tell if he’s more stunned because he’s still touching him or because of how much he’s underestimated his kind nature.

There’s a long, comforting pause between them, until Jonah decides to change the subject. “So.” He regretfully lets go of him to walk over and pick up the basketball.

“I failed miserably at my attempt to make a basket. Let’s see you do it.”

Cyrus chuckles when he tosses him the ball. “Be warned, I’m no better.”

Jonah walks closer to him as he turns towards the basket, throwing the ball and watching it bounce off the rim before falling to the floor.

“Almost!” Jonah encourages. “Better than me.” He fetches the ball.

“TJ’s lesson not paying off?” Cyrus teases, reminding Jonah of his dishonesty which brings him down with guilt.

He nervously smiles. “Here.” He dribbles the ball towards him, swiping it away once Cyrus is about to snatch it, smirking at him and running along to the net.

“Competitive, huh?” Cyrus smiles, going after him and getting the ball from him just in time.

“That’s a foul.” Jonah teases.

“Is not!” Cyrus dodges away from him.

“Is to, educate yourself!” Jonah laughs as he goes after him, hearing him excitedly giggle as he takes the shot and makes a score.

“Oh!” Cyrus celebrates, spinning around and throwing his arms in the air, he and Jonah bursting out laughing before stepping closer to each other.

“You’re pretty good at that.” Jonah says this and makes him scoff.

“Nah, I think you’re just good luck.” Cyrus compliments, he and Jonah exchanging cheerful grins that feel never ending, until Andi walks in on them.

“Hey...” Jonah says.

“Buffy and TJ aren’t practicing here?” She asks.

“Not anymore, they, uh, had it out...” Cyrus reveals.

“No! They were doing so good!” Andi exclaims.

“Were they really?” Jonah asks.

“No, not really. But still. Ugh. They still here?”

“I dunno. We should go look.” Jonah offers.

“Can we catch up with you?” Andi asks, Cyrus already knowing that she’ll be keeping him up for a reason.

“Yeah.” He gives Cyrus a big smile before making his exit, leading Andi to look at him slyly.

“What...” Cyrus asks.

“Oh, nothing.” She smirks at him.

“Okay, whatever.” He knows she’s teasing, and they laugh quietly.

“Does Jonah really not like you anymore...?” He asks.

“Nope.” She’s sure of it. “And I wonder why that is.”

Except she doesn’t have to.

Yet because Cyrus is the way he is, the only thing he can currently do about all this is overthink.

Part 3:

https://heyoricohannah.tumblr.com/post/183568532026/post-bar-mitzvah-part-3-its-the-next-morning

please help if you can

hi im ridley, im a 17 y/o trans guy from mexico. im an aspiring artist looking to someday create his own webcomic but sadly that doesnt seem possible anymore. if youve followed me for the past few months you may know about the horrible amount of problems ive been experiencing with my computer and drawing tablet. ranging from not detecting my tablet when its plugged in to shutting down when the charger isnt plugged in either. and most recently, detecting my tablet but never stopping even when my pen isnt in direct contact with the tablet.

all other issues have been solved with simply reseting my laptop or plugging in my charger. but this issue hasnt been solved no matter what ive tried.

TLDR; both my laptop and tablet are completely obsolete now and i need a new device.

you can donate here: paypal.me/animakinetic

or you could commission me (im using my mom’s laptop) but for reasons stated under the cut i cant promise to have them ready at a fast pace.

more info under the cut

i dont want to ask for money from my parents because we’ve already spent a lot on a trip ive been planning for almost a year before any major problems really started, and id rather not make them spend any more on me.

my goal is to get an ipad pro and an apple pen, this way ill only need to get a tablet without needing a new laptop. but as you may have guessed, this goal is very very difficult to reach

im currently trying to earn a few bucks working at my dad’s store but the goal seems far from possible this way. luckily my mom’s computer has a touch screen and ive managed to download clip studio paint in it. but she uses it for her job a lot so i can only really use it at night when shes sleeping.

please i wanted to spend this summer finally working on my story in peace and this has made me very desperate.

Tag Game

Tagged by @mamajohnny!

How tall are you?

5′4″-ish? About 162cm.

What color and style is your hair?

Natural brunette, shoulder-length rn and a bit flippy at the ends.

What color are your eyes?

Gray, sometimes appears green and looks blue-ish with my contacts.

Do you wear glasses?

Since 2006, lads.

Do you have braces?

Had them from January of 6th grade to October of 10th, currently have a retainer.

What’s your fashion sense?

T-shirts and jeans when I’m not wearing my school uniform, occasionally I’ll wear button-downs, and loose frilly tops when I’m feeling nice. Will definitely wear a black dress shirt and dress pants to any kind of nice outing.

Full Name

Kathryn-Rose [REDACTED] Grant.

When were you born?

March 2001 (Pisces, baby!).

Where are you from and where do you live?

I’m from Ohio, USA.

What schools do you go to?

I am a high school student but also attend a career center for Information Technology.

What kind of student are you?

Lazy af and honestly don’t really care? But I get by and am set for graduation, so I’m happy.

Do you like school?

I like it enough, considering it’s my main access to socializing irl.

Fave subject?

English low-key and Physics high-key.

Fave TV shows?

(Implying that I watch TV anymore) Stranger Things, Law & Order, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, formerly Voltron, formerly NCIS: LA.

Fave Books?

Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit, the Chronicles of Narnia, Harry Potter (but screw Rowling at this point), Six of Crows, the Lynburn Legacy, the Raven Cycle, the Cruel Prince.

Fave pastimes?

Napping, drawing, reading, lurking on Discord.

Do you have any regrets?

Literally everything. I have so many things I’ve done that I regret, things I wish could have gone differently, but constantly thinking about them just makes things worse for myself in the present.

Dream Job?

Webtoon artist, or video game programmer.

Would you ever like to be married?

Maybe? I’m a Christian, so if I do find a significant other who I want to spend my life with it’s something I like the idea of doing, but I’m also gay, so like...... IDK right now.

Do you like shopping?

Kind of! If I had more money I’d like to do it more.

What countries have you visited?

I haven’t left the US, sadly, but I’ve gone to a ton of places in the states!

Scariest nightmare you’ve ever had?

Holy shit okay. When I was younger especially there was this weird reoccurring dream. At first it was always family members fighting, and there would always be this screaming going on. Later the thing that stayed the same was the screaming, but whatever was actually going on changed each time. Even after waking up I could still hear the screaming, changing from one person to many and back and forth like that. It’s been two years at least since I last had it, but I’m paranoid it’ll come back after having nightmares again recently.

Any enemies?

Not right now, really? Though there’s been times in the past where I’d definitely say yes.

Do you have a significant other?

No, though I’d love to have someone to kiss and cuddle and take naps together in warm sunlight and make food together and get frozen yogurt or boba tea at the mall.

Do you get along with your family?

I get along with my parents fairly well, though things with my mom can be strained. While I don’t see many of them recently, I’m on good terms with my dad’s family. Some of my cousins on my mom’s side I absolutely adore, but some I’m just, eh?

I despise my siblings and my oldest brother in particular.

Do you believe in miracles?

Yes.

How are you?

Tired, but I had a good day today. I saw my great-aunt and her cute kitty, had good food, and learned some cool stuff.

I’ll tag @sardonicrenegade, @mmmmmmvegtbl, @monotaes, @parkseonghwa, @cloudyyboii and anyone else who would like to!

kwon ryu → r.d

pairing; song mino x rae dara (mention of kwon jiyong)

summary; mino wants a baby but dara tells him that she can’t have babies and why, then they go to visit someone special for dara

warnings; mentions of miscarriage, stress attack and mild depression and spoilers about red’s future

note; poor red dragon :( I think I'll do an alternate ending to see how it would be if she ended up with gd

2019

Dara's head was moving from side to side in sync with the demo of a girl, a possible artist of her new company, that Tian had brought her that morning. It wasn’t bad, the rhythm was catchy, the lyrics in english and along with many "bitches". Her artistic part, Red, she loved it. She smiled and shoved a large handful of ramen into her mouth as she looked at her emails.

She was alone at home since Mino had to go to the studio to finish his solo album but she didn’t care much, she was proud of him and the time alone was always a good thing for her, besides that if Mino was with her she couldn’t finish all the work she had with the opening of the new label, probably if Mino were here she would not even have been able to get out of bed this morning.

"D, I'm home!" The king of Rome exclaimed leaving the keys on the kitchen table. He greeted Jaehee, the housekeeper, who was cleaning the kitchen. "Hi, Jaehee. How are you today?".

"I'm fine, Mino." The woman gave her boss a sweet smile. "Thanks for asking. Dara is in her office, she said not to bother her until lunchtime” She sighed, picking up the plate with the remains of pancakes and chocolate syrup.

"Did she get up later today too?" He raised a curious eyebrow. Lately Dara had been behaving differently, didn’ t talk much, locked herself in her office or in the studio that she had at home and only went out to eat, have dinner and then go to bed. Mino thought that maybe it was because she was very focused on opening her own company, because her parents had told her they would come to visit next month or because she hadn’t been on stage for a while. Whatever it was, it was affecting her and that was worrying not only Mino but also her employees, her fans, her friends and the whole world.

Jaehee nodded, making her white hair bun move with the movement of her head. "She got up an hour ago, had breakfast in silence while looking at her phone and when she finished she locked herself in the office. Although about ten minutes ago came and prepared an instant ramen "

Mino let out a sound from his throat, making her understand that he understood and after giving her a slight smile he headed towards the office. He sighed when he saw her move her head with some song that was listening on her headphones, he smiled before closing the door behind him and leaned against the door watching her with his arms crossed over his chest. She kept humming a song that he didn’t know how to recognize and her eyes were focused on the screen of her computer, not realizing that her husband was right in front of her. It must be that the song ran out at once because she took off her headphones and smiled, even without looking at him.

"Are you going to stand there longer? You look like a creepy stalker” She heard him chuckle before approaching her and sitting on one of the chairs in front of her desk."How's the album? "

"Interesting" He shrugged, still crossed his arms "And the company?"

"Interesting" She made the same gesture as him making both laugh, when the laugh died Mino sighed without erasing his smile while Dara filled her mouth again with ramen.

"D?" The girl made an affirmative noise at his question, unable to respond with words because her mouth was full of food "I want to have a baby".

Immediately the brunette began to cough because of the surprise almost choked, Mino got up to help but she stopped him raising a hand, swallowed and drank water and then cough a couple of times more. She shook her head, her eyes were closed and her body tense. The boy frowned, was it so bad to want to have a baby with the person you love?

"Are you okay?" His voice drew her to reality. She opened her eyes and nodded before smiling and taking his hand across the table, her  thin hands were much smaller than his.

"Mimi" The brown eyed boy smiled quickly, he loved that nickname for some reason, but only if it was she who called him that because if you did not call yourself Rae Dara and you called him that way you ran the risk of taking a punch in the face " I...Why so suddenly? "

"Today Hanbin brought Hanbyul and, well she is not a baby anymore, but she is so pretty and it was so beautiful to see her and Hanbin hugging each other or how she fell asleep in his arms" He moved in his place and put both hands around hers with the other hand that was free "I want that, with a little princess that looks like you or a champion that looks like me and teach them how to rap, dance and produce, it would be incredible. I want to have a child with you".

A silence covered the room. Both looked at each other in total silence, she looked at him with pity while he looked at her with hope that she would say yes. Dara broke the visual contact by finding the glass that made the desk much more interesting, Mino frowned and took a hand to her chin to raise and make her look him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He gave her a sweet smile, trying to comfort her and convey that he was there for her although he was also afraid and the insecurities did not take long to reach her body. Many questions came to his brain.

She didn’t want him enough to have a child with him?, Didn’t she want to have a baby because she thought he would ruin her career? Would she think that if she was pregnant he would stop loving her because she was not thin? or worse, Did she don’t want to have a child with him because she was only using him as entertainment until Jiyong left the military service?, Would she ask for a divorce when that day comes?.

Her green eyes rested sadly on his, they were watery. "I can’t give you children, Mino. There is very little chance that I would get pregnant, almost nil"

"What?" Mino didn’t understand anything, why could not a girl like her have children? She loved children!

"When I was eighteen, I got pregnant by mistake but Jiyong and I were happy, how couldn’t we? We were in love, we had the job of our dreams and we were going to have a child, the perfect life was getting closer but apparently being parents didn’t fit into the destiny's plans so it tried to erase the error” She took a breath of air causing Mino to squeeze her hand because hers were trembling non-stop. She swallowed and continued "One day Tian and I were in the car, I had a concert here in Seoul and I decided to tell him that I would be a mom because he was like a father to me and still nobody knew, I wanted him to be the first to know, I was happy to finally tell someone the secret but Tian was not very happy about it. From the beginning he didn’t support my relationship with Jiyong, as any father would, but he learned to live with it, of course pregnancy was something else, he began to tell me it was stupid, a risk too big for my career, that I was very young and that both I and baby would suffer because Jiyong wouldn’t be long with us, we argued very hard and I had a stress attack that caused me to have an abortion, I lost a lot of blood and they had to operate on me. It turns out that something was bad insidet there and the doctor told me that thanks to abortion there was very little chance that I could conceive children in the future ".

By the time she finished speaking, she was in a mess, she was crying non-stop, her eyes looked like waterfalls, she was shaking and it seemed like she was not breathing. Mino approached her so that she would sit on his lap and hug her, kissed her shoulder to give her moral support.

"How long were you when it happened?" He muttered almost distressed, it felt strange to talk about a son who could be here scampering but that was not his but Kwon Jiyong's.

"I had just turned a month." She shivered in his arms, making him tighten her grip on her and place the blanket she wore earlier around her shoulders better. Shee looked into his eyes "You can’t tell how much it hurt to wake up from the operation and see Jiyong crying next to my bed, hugging my arm. The happiness that had lit up his face when I told him I was pregnant had turned into a heavy, dark shadow of pain and grief. When I was pregnant he looked at me as if I were some kind of goddess who was giving him the greatest of gifts and, you don’t know how much I would like to see that look on you Mino, but I can’t, I'm sorry” Finally she let out a sob, she hid her face in his neck and her hand made a fist around the fabric of the shirt he was wearing. The boy could feel the tears wet his shirt but it didn’t matter to him but he pressed her harder against his body and kissed repeatedly the skin of her shoulder.

"It's okay, babe. It's okay, I can settle for Johnny and you. We are the perfect family of three, although we could give Johnny a friend, what do you think? "He smiled at a laugh choking a sob, at least she was laughing. He stroke her back carefully and they both stayed in that pose for several minutes, both without saying a word. Oh, what memories of there for 2015 in the new year.

"These days I've been this weird because next week ten years ago and it's going to be the first year for the anniversary without Jiyong, and it feels weird and bad because Jiyong is the only thing left of that memory and always, every year, we go to his grave to take flowers.” She broke the silence with his voice even more hoarse for having cried. Mino tightened his lips making them a thin line, feeling even more bad for her.

"He have a grave?"

"Yes, it was Jiyong's idea" She shrugged her shoulders away from his neck while wiping her tears with the sleeve of her sweatshirt, which was actually from Mino “He said we needed something to remind us that this had really happened, that pain would make us human again if at some point we lost ourselves. "

Mino gave a nod, knew that G Dragon and Red had a language that only they understood, they said a lot of deep things that might not make sense at that time but they knew their meaning one way or another. Their relationship was strange and too poetic.

"Can we go visit him? I'd like to go” He asked and Dara smiled before giving him a chaste kiss and hugging him by the neck as she thanked him again and again.

And so, half an hour later, they were in the cemetery looking at a stone grave surrounded by flowers and a dragon sculpted in the marble next to the initials 'K.R'. Mino frowned, keeping his hands in the pockets of his coat while Dara stroked the stone and left a bouquet of flowers, as she had said on the way were sakuras, the typical flowers of Japan.

"K.R?" His scowl still frowned on one more "It's obvious that K is for Kwon, but what about the R?".

"Kwon Ryu, that was going to be his or hers name."

"Dragon in Japanese, of course" He let out a small laugh at the obviousness of the matter and Dara smiled at him from the ground.

"The dragon is something very powerful and precious. Jiyong name means dragon in Korea, my favorite animal is the dragon and that's why I have one tattooed on my back, I'm from Japan so Ryu was a good choice to be the name of our unborn child” She shrugged and got up, got rid of the snow that had stained her knees and entwined her arm with her husband's before smiling at the grave "Let's go home, it's beginning to snow very hard".

Survey #176

rape tw

Do you like to have croutons in your salad? Noooonononono. It's a texture thing. Which do you find more irritating - sunburn or bug bites? Sunburn. How many friends do you have on Facebook? Like... 116? How many contacts do you have in your phone? 16. Do you carry any means of protection on you while out in public? No, but I wanna get pepper spray. Would you ever pick up a hitchhiker? No, I'm too paranoid of strangers. Do you know anyone who does cocaine? Not to my knowledge. What is something that most people wouldn’t know about you from simply looking at you? I used to be a super in-shape 117 lb. queen that even then felt slightly fat. :') What’s a quality that your sister has that you absolutely can’t stand? One has a serious temper, the other's... well I dunno. I don't see my older sis enough. Have you ever been to a bachelor or bachelorette party? No. Something you would NEVER buy? Uhhh the first thing that came to my head are snakes that aren't directly from breeders. Both snakes I bought from PetSmart were sick, so. No thanks. Could you wait until marriage for sex? Yeah. Have you ever dated a smoker? If not, would you? No, deal breaker for me. Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? Yes, Nicole. Do you think your first love still loves you? No, but the feeling's mutual so np. Are you a money saver or spender? I've never had a consistent source of income, but when I do get some from gifts or photography, I've actually proven to be great at saving it for whatever my target is. Hopefully I stay that way when I do have a job. Has a member of the opposite sex ever seen you naked? Yes. Have you ever had to sell something for a school fundraiser? Yup. If you have any piercings, who did them? Claire's did my earlobes, then various people from Garry's Skin Grafix and mostly New Addiction did my piercings. Have you ever cried while watching a movie trailer? No. Have you ever been pulled over, but just let off with a warning? Never been pulled. Have you ever taken shots? (of alcohol) Noooo, been offered to take part I think twice, but it's not something I think I ever want to do considering I loathe the taste of alcohol, hence why I only ever drink fruity things with tiny amounts of alcohol. Do you like mash-up songs? Occasionally, I guess? None even come to mind. Would you ever consider adopting a child with a severe mental illness? No, because I have a plethora of my own and don't want to put a child under the supervision of someone with conditions like mine; as well, I'm sorry, but I need to take care of myself. Took me damn long enough to get here, and I'm not going back to how horrible my life was before out of stress and having to handle a child with a severe mental illness. And oh, did I mention the main reason is because I don't in any capacity want kids? Have you ever pole danced before? No. Have you ever seen a live bat? Yeah. Do you listen to classical music? Not intentionally. Do you tell your parents who you like? Why or why not? No. I'll admit I like someone if they ask, but otherwise I just don't see it necessary to walk up to your guardian and just randomly inform them that you have a crush. Are you due for a haircut? Getting there, maybe almost two months from now. Are you dealing with any health-related problems right now? My OCD's been exceptionally bad lately. Do your parents like the music you listen to? Both like certain artists that I do - a lot, really. I do know I also like heavier stuff than them, though. Do your parents approve of your beliefs? Not all. Who’s the most annoying person in your neighborhood? Don't live in one. Name one of your psycho exes? None. I was honestly the psycho ex. I was very rightfully broken, but I shouldn't have done many things I did. Why were they a psycho ex? ^ I wouldn't leave him the hell alone and would pester him on Facebook too much even when I was ignored and, most regrettably, make just enough time to blame him for my ER visits before leaving until he finally blocked me. I sincerely don't blame him if he does consider me "the psycho ex." What’s the best revenge you ever got on someone? I don't care in the slightest about revenge to even think up a situation where I got any. I've never deliberately fished for it. What screen name did you use in 6th grade? FlowerOurQueen ew. What do you look forward to most in the next six weeks? ih crihmus What’s the last movie you saw? Halloween. Who was the last person to call you? This fucking car insurance agency that calls like every goddamn day. I've answered a couple times thinking that it could be VR and promptly hung up upon finding it wasn't. By now, I recognize the three digits after the area code to just ignore them. Who was the last person to leave you a voicemail? VR. Where is your least favorite place to be? Hospitals. Where is your favorite place to be? Sara's house. Do you think the sanctity of marriage is meant for only a man & woman? lol no, grow up, 0-19-y/o me denying your own sexuality in fear of a "loving" god sending you to Hell. :^) Would you like to learn to play the drums? Nah. Is there anybody you just wish would fall off the planet? Types of people. Name one thing you worry about running out of. Motivation to live, again. Do you post to say happy birthday on other people’s walls? Sometimes. Always with close friends. Have there ever been floods where you live? Oh yeah. Do you listen to K-Pop? No. When was the last time you saw a rainbow? Ummm idr, but not very long ago. Sunshower. What’s your favorite television commercial? I don't watch TV anymore, so I don't know any current ones. But it will probably /always/ be the sexy Mr. Clean one because memories fuck me up. Have you ever tried writing a song? Yes. For one of the Nintendogs tracks. I even moved their heads around to the tune of the song. kms What is your favorite type of juice? Peach/mango. Whose birthday did you last celebrate? My nephew's. When you were a kid, did you have a treehouse? No. We didn't have trees built for that, just very tall pine trees. What was the best school year in your opinion? 7th grade; ironically, the year my depression began to seriously manifest. Do you know (of) anyone who has committed suicide? Sadly. When was the last time you flew on a plane? This past October. Take me back. Do you eat meat every day? No. Who taught you how to ride a bike? Dad. Are you a fan of Lana Del Rey? No. How do you cook your rice? Steam, boil, other? I don't cook. Do you like your country’s president or prime minister? Nope. Some of his policies I side with, but his personality absolutely destroys him for me. Do you wear skirts? No. I absolutely hate my legs. What color is your house? Like this khaki sorta color. How many first cousins do you have? I have zero clue. I don't even think I've met some first ones. Off the very top of my head, I know there's at least... nine? Have you ever seen a pop star in concert? No. Do you listen to Christmas music during the holiday season? No, not a fan of most. It doesn't put me in the "Christmas spirit" anyway. Where would you like to vacation to? The Bahamas baby, Sweden, Japan... What time do you set your alarm to? I don't use mine. Nothing to use it for. Do you like ginger ale? No, unless my stomach is upset. What time does the sun set at the time of year where you live? Like 5, and I hate it. Have you ever been skiing? No. When was the last time you moved house? Feb. of last year. What did you last feel nervous about? How in god's name am I blanking here??????????? Over something incredibly trivial, I'm sure. Do you find yourself saying mean things to people over the internet that you wouldn’t say in real life? No. Who is the last person to text you? Sara. Does the person you like know it? HAHA she's got a pretty good idea. Who of the opposite sex has seen you at your worst? Jason or Girt. Girt came to the hospital after hearing about my OD, so my mental state was obviously shit, but Jason saw me in more obvious, externally-expressed emotional breakdowns. Did you have a nap today? Yes. I've been waking up much too early lately. What was the last movie you saw that you really liked? Really liked? Probs Jumanji. Do your best friends live near you? Ha, no. Do you have any stuffed animals saved from when you were a child? A LOT. When is the next time you are traveling outside of the state, province, or country? Where to? I'm sure sometime next year to Sara's. What are your living arrangements currently? Are you happy with them? I live with just my mom and pets. It's fine, though I wish I was emotionally prepared to move out. Hell, and obviously financially. Have you ever had feelings for someone your best friend was dating? N- oh yeah yes, in the Jenna situation. Though I don't truly recall what *kind* of feelings exactly I had. Is there anything written on the shirt you’re wearing? No, surprisingly. How was your first kiss? Super cute. Do you still talk to the person you shared it with? No. Are you the oldest of your siblings? No. Have you ever dated someone who had kids? No; that's a deal-breaker for me. I am not being a mother figure to any child, especially when it's not my own. Have you kissed someone 4 or more years older than you? No. Were your parents married when you were born? Yeah. Does the last person you kissed have tattoos? No. Do you live within 20 miles of where you were born? Yeah. What is your opinions on Valentine's Day? Cheesetastic, is it not? No no no no no I LOVE it!!!! I can't stand that "ugh every day you should appreciate love" shit 'cuz like, why not have a day specifically wrapped around it? Is it hurting anyone in any way shape or form?? What is the last thing you wrote? (typing is not writing, btw) My signature, probably? Do you have an outfit that you consider your "seduction outfit"? lul no. What is the last fruit you have eaten? Uhhh good question. I'm only just back on solids. What was the last injection you received? Was it sore? At the dentist when I had to get a cavity filled. They had to give me no less than 6-7 shots in the same spot to numb me properly, so yeah, it was sore. Have you ever been badly bitten by an animal? No. Favorite sandwich? I'll never turn down a ham, cheese, and mustard one. What characteristics do you despise? Arrogance, manipulative, lack of compassion, anger, two-faced, entirely insensitive, rudeness, raunchiness, the inability to accept one is sometimes wrong and that that's okay, BEING A DRAMA NEST HINT HINT, and I could go on... Where would you retire to? The mountains. What was your most memorable birthday? My 21st. Supposed to be your greatest celebration, yet I was in the mental hospital. It still means the goddamn world to me how my peers and employees tried to make it special. What did you want to be when you were little? First an archaeologist, then a vet. I think I only changed my mind upon realizing the original would've been extremely difficult. Have your parents ever forgotten your birthday? No. Would you rather have some bacon or beef jerky? Bacon. I'm actually not a big fan of the latter, it's too dry and tough. Did the Spanish classes have an “El Dia de Los Muertos” (Day of the Dead) fiesta at school? I don't know, I didn't take Spanish. What’s the most number of comments you have on a Facebook picture? What is the picture of? I have zero clue. Do you like coconut flavored things? nooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I really don't like coconuts. Have you ever met a famous author before? No. Do you know anybody who has been raped before? I don't believe so? I know many who've been violated or molested, but I don't believe I know a rape victim. How often do you get a fever? Like never. What makes you lose your appetite? Unappetizing scenes or smells and feeling/being sick. Are there any childhood habits you are grateful for or regret? I was taught good manners, for one. I wish chores had been more enforced upon all of us. At what age did you start to wear makeup? Did your mom object at first? I think 9th grade was when I "officially" started? It was freshman year and I had that "it's a new start and you're (this old) now, at least try to look pretty for once" mentality with how my self esteem was on the decline. I did it every day for a long time, until one day I didn't put on anything because I was tired of it and my art classmates (I was close to them) literally asked if I was okay lmao. From then on out, it was sporadic; eyeliner, shadow, and mascara some days, other days, nothing. But anyway no, Mom didn't have a problem. I think I recall her worrying about how it was all black, but she in no way objected. Would you consider yourself an adventurous person? This reeaally depends on the situation. I can't say which I lean more towards... maybe no? Have you ever snuggled with someone you weren’t dating? No. Have you ever been afraid of being underwater? No. Have you ever been drunk at work? No. What band/group have the most lyrics that represent you? I dunno. One thing you really want to learn? Digital art. What is your favorite piece of art you own? I don't own any other than my own work. The most expensive bill I paid last month was ____? N/A What’s the one thing you apologized for this month? @ the Silent Hill wiki, I wasn't understanding why a certain member was giving particular information that appeared irrelevant to me, but he got me to understand. I am extreeemely nit-picky over there, having been active there since '12, and now being a staff member, I'm even more specific. What is the largest TV screen in your house? We only have one, in the living room, but it's been the biggest. What has challenged your morals? Wondering if I was bi in middle school, frustration when I was trying to be abstinent in a serious relationship, pirating (which I still know is wrong asjfawouow), mutually being a flirt with my then-best friend's boyfriend, considering abortion at a much more open-minded angle, the justification of eating meat, my experience in life in relation to religion... Those are the ones that stand out. Who was the last female you hung out with? Mom. Have you ever taken a pregnancy test? No. Do you want to get married? Yes. Does the thought of moving out from home scare you? A bit. Would you rather live in a mansion or a small cozy home? The latter. I'm not paying for superfluous space and spending a gross amount of unnecessary time cleaning. Would you ever try being a vegetarian? I did, but stopped for a few reasons. Do you have any tattoos at the moment? Yeah and NOWHERE NEAR DONE. What about piercings? ^ Do you keep your eyebrows more thick or thin? Natural. What color is your bedroom door? White. Do your shoulder blades protrude? No, give them back to me. Have you ever been to a rave? No. How many bananas have you ever eaten in a row? Two? Do you think you’re the best thing that’s happened to someone? No. Can you make a clover shape with your tongue? No. Do you have a protective father? No. What’s the biggest misconception about you, personally? Uhhh probably that I don't try hard enough, specifically with work, adulthood, socializing, etc. when I'm sincerely doing my best. Are you disrespectful to a lot of people? No. Does your cell phone have a case on it? What color? No. What was the last song you had on repeat? "Family" by Mother Mother. Your most recent ex says he/she hates you, you say? That'd hurt like hell; he's like a bro to me and is the last close friend I have here. I don't know what I'd say. If someone you wanted before came back now, would you take them? Nope. Have you ever had to choose between two people? Sara and Girt. Jason and Juan. If you were to attend a costume party tonight, what or whom would you go as? Good question. What are your choice of toppings on a hamburger? And do you prefer gas or charcoal grilling? Cheese, mustard, ketcup, pickles, a little bit of minced onion. Idk which I prefer. Everyone hears discussions that they consider boring. What topic can put you to sleep quicker than any other? Economics. How many times did it take you to pass your drivers test? N/A What is your highest level of education? Some college. What kind of lunch box did you have as a kid? Idr. Would you rather be trapped in an elevator, or stuck in traffic? Traffic. I'm afraid of elevators. The last thing you remember dreaming about: Everyone I loved left me, so I tried to suffocate myself. Why do I only recall nightmares, ugh. The last place you went: The parlor to get a new bar for my tongue ring. The last alcoholic drink you consumed: A margarita. The last time you felt insulted/offended: I'm unsure. But I feel it was recently? The last time you kissed someone: October 17th weeps. The last time you held a baby: Months ago when Colleen needed me to hold Keegan. The last time you gave up on or quit something: Vegetarianism. The last video game you played: I finally got a new disc of Shadow of the Colossus!!!!! :'D I'm replaying it and doing both Time Attack modes to get Agro's white coat. The last television show you watched: Fullmetal Alchemist w/ Sara. Are you afraid of shots? No, I just anticipate it being unpleasant. How many times have you donated blood? Once. Would you date someone 15 years older than you? No. What’s the worst sickness you’ve ever had? An awful stomach virus. I wouldn't stop vomiting. What was the last classic novel you read? Did you enjoy it? I couldn't tell ya. Something in high school. Do you think Gatorade tastes refreshing or just gross? I hate it. What’s the scariest video game you’ve ever played? I personally think Outlast is overall the scariest game made thus far, but one I can't play because of the intense jumpscares is SCP Containment Breach. What about your life concerns you the most? Future financial position. If you were a different gender, what name would you want to have? Ummm Severin. What product or service do you find ridiculously overpriced? Certain clothing and makeup brands, like half the shit doesn't even look that great. How many people, outside of your immediate family, do you know the birthdays of by heart? At least six. Would you rather take a walk in the cold rain, or in the blistering heat? Definitely the former. If you had the chance to slip through a portal, despite being aware of any of effects and/or consequences, would you do it? No. Do you trust your gut instinct? I try to, but don't always. Which parent was more strict when you were growing up? Mom. What are some things that initially attract you to the preferred sex? CHARISMA, kindness, concern for others, a love of animals, and being a gamer oops. What is the saddest thing that has happened to you? What about the happiest? The breakup and eventual suicide attempt are definitely the saddest. The happiest, easily the last day of Holly Hill when everyone was telling me goodbye and I felt like I was ready to really live again. When was the last time someone scared you? Sara had me worried something was wrong involving me, but it wasn't. Name the strangest game you’ve ever played (video game or real game): Silent Hill 3 is so fucking weird but also one of the best horror games ever. Name something that you saw within the past week that made you smile: Probably Teddy being cute. Name something within the past week that made you frown: I don't think I have physically frowned this week. Name somebody you know who deserves a better life than they have: My mom. Name something that you hope is different by this time next year: My social anxiety has improved. Name something that you’re good at but don’t like: Um I have no clue. Name something that you’re bad at but DO like: Drawing anthro characters. Name something that you strongly believe in: Gay rights. Do you like pudding? Chocolate pudding. Do you tend to use a lot of big words? No, it's unnecessary. Just talk so people can understand you and not wonder what five words you said mean. Do you fall for guys/girls easily? NOPE. When someone copies you, are you more flattered or annoyed? Annoyed. Which is worse: Stale chips or flat soda? Stale chips. Flat soda doesn't bother me very much. What’s one show that you wish was still on the air? Deadman Wonderland. Have you ever used a port-a-potty? Omg yeah I know I have at sports practice or games as a kid. I absolutely never would again. What was the last stinky thing you smelled? Teddy's pee; he wet his diaper, and we know he has some kind of infection with how rancid it is sometimes, but we don't even bother anymore because it's recurring. What’s your favorite outdoor activity? Photographing nature.

My Little Survivor  (HobixY/N)

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Synopsis:   You are a contestant on the reality tv show, Survivor. You made it to the 26 days and the merge. Its the episode where each survivor gets a chance to spend a day with their loved one. Hoseok surprises you even though he was supposed to be on tour.

You are a American who works as a choreographer for several companies in South Korea and America and one in Japan. After your twenty-first birthday, you got a call, while you were sitting on the couch with your boyfriend Hoseok, enjoying the small amount of time you had together before he left for tour. On the other end, was the caster for Survivor, saying you got picked for the next season, All-Stars vs Rookies. You screamed on the phone started jumping up and down. Telling Hoseok, he joined you. and jumped up and down on the couch excited for your chance to win. You put it on speaker and you both stood on the couch and listened to the information, only you understanding because it was in English. “Okay, you’ll get an email soon that has some information we require for the show. We will expect you to be ready for shooting at any time during the week of the 21st of September.” Hoseok looked at you as your face fell. “That’s the week I’m supposed to go on tour with you.” He shook his head as the lady on the phone asked if anyone was there. “Don’t worry about me jagi, this is once in a lifetime thing.”

The call ended and you both called the boys and the screams over the phone almost burst the speaker. They came over and champagne was popped and everyone celebrated. Hoseok and you finally lay down in bed about two am, after celebrating again *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge*. He lay asleep next to you with his arm across your legs and slowly stroking your skin, through his deep sleep. You sat against the headboard scrolling through the forms on your phone. One of the last questions on the page was, “Choose a loved one and provide any and all contact information as well as an alternate person.” You sigh, knowing exactly what this was for. Hoseok would be on tour, but he would be the person you wanted to see if you made it to the family episode. There would be almost no way to get him, but you put down his name and all the contacts you could think of. Needing one more person you put down your childhood and current best friend, F/N, who lived in the US. Putting your phone down after finishing the forms, you laid down into Hoseok’s form. He hummed in response. “Y/N I’m so proud of you.” He said in a sleepy voice. “You do whatever you have to do get as far as you can, but be yourself okay, love.” He mumbled a couple more things before pecking your lips and falling asleep.

You ran a hand through your hair. The next challenge was just around the corner. You played with the necklace Hoseok gave you as heavy rain poured down from the trees. You had gotten used to the cameras in your face and didn’t even notice them anymore. “This must be how Hoseok feels.” You muttered under your breath. “Hey, Y/N!” Someone yelled. You looked down to see Ozzy coming up from the beach multiple fish in hand. He looked different from the times I had seen him on tv, watching with Hobi, who may I add he did not know about. Hoseok and I had this argument many times over. He always thought that single people made it farther in the game. I decided to go with his argument this time. This came to mind as Ozzy put down the fish and put an arm around my shoulder.

“Y/N, grab your jacket. Let’s go get some water for the pot.” I nodded and he stood by the fire as I grabbed my oversized and pretty dirty jacket, I had brought with me. Putting it on, I put my hand securely in the pocket. Ozzy’s hand went to my back as we ran out into the rain, towards the other trail, leading to the watering hole. We rain through the rain and some of the camera crew followed us. Halfway there we took another trail and made sure no one followed us when we stopped. “I still have the idol. I don’t think we should play it this round though.” Saying this, you pulled the idol out of your pocket. Once you found it, you immediately shared it with Ozzy the only real person you trusted in your ‘alliance’. “We should get rid of Malia while we still can. She isn’t going to win the next challenge we haven’t had a real intelligence or endurance challenge in the past two weeks. We’ve got this as long as you, me, Scott, or Amanda win the next one.”

He nodded. “I agree. I don’t trust Amanda, though. I’m pretty sure she flipped and tried to vote me out last time. I don’t know why she thought she had the numbers though.” The two of you talked a little more and came up with a strategy before going back to camp. You walked back in the rain, his arm around your shoulders and yours around his waist. You held each other close as the cold drops beat down. “What took you guys so long? Bet you were making out with Y/n, weren’t you Ozzy?” Parvati said with her signature smirk. “Of course we were.” He said and pressed a long kiss to your cheek. When he pulled away, you gave a forced laugh, and jokingly gave him a slap on his other cheek, his face still close to yours.

Y/N POV:

A few hours later, all the contestants walked to the sight of the challenge. The rain had stopped and now the eight of us were just walking in mud. “Afternoon, Survivors!” Jeff said in his signature blue shirt. We lined up on the mat on the beach. Looking out at the water, I knew exactly what this challenge was, from my years of watching. There were fourteen-foot poles in the water with notches carved around them. “Well survivors, you probably recognize this challenge from past seasons.” I nodded with a few others, Ozzy beside me. Good thing I had my bathing suit under my tank top and shorts.

“We thought we’d give it a twist this season. The eight of you have been on this island for twenty-six days now.” Ozzy put his arm around me. I could feel his fingers crosses. “We know you have been missing the people closest to you, so we are closing the distance.” There were gasps and I jumped up and down. Who was I going to see? Would I see F/N or the man I couldn’t stop thinking about? “Scott, step forward.” My friend stepped forward looking like he was about to cry. “Scott, who are you expecting to see?” He really did start crying. “My best friend. She said she would come if her parents said yes to what we asked them before.” Jeff nodded towards the trees and out walked a girl with red hair a little shorter than me in a nice loose dress. She smiled and he ran to her, enveloping her in a hug. I smiled at the cute reunion.

Person after person was called until there were three left. Me, Ozzy, and Malia. “Ozzy, step forward. We all know you are a big momma’s boy, so go on and give her a hug.” A woman I assumed was Ozzy’s mom came out and they rejoiced. I looked awkwardly down at my feet. Malia stepped forward and her sister came out.

Jeff looked at me. “Y/n, step forward.” I hesitantly did and felt the tears start to brim in my eyes. I didn’t think I would make it to the Loved One's Challenge. “Y/n who are you expecting to see?” He asked emphasis on the fifth word. I looked up. “F/n, my best friend. I’m really excited to see her.” I nodded trying to hold back this gnawing feeling in my gut. “But, it isn’t who you really want to see.” “I love her very much, but no.”

He laughed. “Well, we tried your first option, but, your boyfriend couldn’t come overseas this quickly. Your friend also had business she had to take care of.”

I nodded sadly. I was the only person in the history of Survivor, not to have a loved on visit them. “So, we got the next best thing. We managed to get a musical artist to come visit you.” I sadly smiled, while the others oohed and ahhed. I looked up to see a head of orange hair coming out of the tree line. His eyes met mine and I literally screamed.

He smiled and ran towards me. He enveloped me in the biggest hug of my entire life. Hoseok held me close to him and peppered my face with the quick touch of his lips. My hands found his cheeks to make sure he was really here and then pressed my lips against his. He pulled away and wiped a tear from his face. “Oh, Jagi, you have no idea how much I missed you and how proud of you I am.” Hearing the familiar language was like music to my ears. All I had heard was English so it was good to hear it again.

“Y/n, can you tell us who this is? I’ve never seen a celebrity let a fan do that to them.” Jeff said with a laugh. I looked over to him and then glanced at Ozzy to see a stone-cold stare at Hoseok. “This is my boyfriend, Hoseok. I have dual citizenship and live in South Korea, where I work sometimes. The last time I saw him was our apartment there four months ago before he left for tour.” Hoseok nodded with a smile, still holding me. (*gif*) Jeff directed his gaze to Hoseok. “So, Hoseok?” He nodded, hearing his slightly mispronounced name. “What did you do to come and visit Y/n here in Panama.” He looked to me and I translated what Jeff said. He spoke for a while looking only at Jeff and glancing at the people around him. I brought my hand to my mouth to try and hold the tears back.

Jeff turned to me. “Y/n, can you tell us what he said? By your reaction, it must be so moving.” I nodded and took a deep breath. Hobi, let loose his grip and kept his hand on my waist and rubbed familiar patterns into the skin. “He said that he asked his manager to make an extra two tour stops, last minute, in Brazil and Columbia. And that his bandmates, helped get him from the new shows to the airport in time to fly over to Panama to meet the crew here.”

A couple of the girls like out awwws. “Well you two, go join the rest over on the mat and I’ll explain the rules.” We walked over and Hobi whispered in my ear over and over how much he missed me. I stopped him with a squeeze of his hand so, I could hear the rules.

“Okay survivors, each of you will climb to the top of a pole. There you will hang by your feet and toes on notches starting at the size of a half a stick of gum and going down from there as you get closer to the bottom. This is a test of endurance and strength, so one standing wins.” I translated everything Jeff said into Hobi’s ear. He nodded along picking up some of the words he knew by himself.

“So let me tell you what you are playing for. The winner gets to spend the night in our survivor suite with their loved one. You will be provided with room service and all the perks of a real hotel. So get on up those poles and we will see how much you want this time with your family and friends.” Hoseok wished me good luck and kissed me sweetly before taking my stuff. I threw off my shorts and tank top and put my tribe buff over my suit top as an extra layer. Hobi went and sat down where all the other family members were standing. He cutely introduced himself to Ozzy’s mom in his limited English.

Jeff told us to swim out to a pole and I swam towards the green one. Ozzy swam next to me. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” He stated. “Why? You seriously aren’t going to question our alliance based on the fact I’m not really single, are you?” He just shook his head. “Just stick to the plan. Immunity or not, Malia and Amanda can’t win.

It had now been an hour. Four of the people left holding on. Random soft cheers of encouragement were heard from family. Ozzy still hung on next to me in the middle of the poll. Malia was two notches from the bottom, as well as Scott and I was holding steady at three notches from the top. There was sweat on my body from holding on so tight. I looked over at Ozzy and he nodded at me. I gave him a short one in response and readjusted slightly. Jeff narrated the status of the players. I locked eyes with Hoseok, and he gave me a smile of encouragement and shouted for me to hold on. Just as we hit an hour and ten minutes Scott, gave out and fell in the water.

Seconds after he did, it started to rain. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ozzy readjust. “Ozzy, no it’s-” But he fell in the water, as the rain started to really come down. “Ah, shit.” My foot slipped a little bit, but I recovered. Jeff stood and recounted everything in the rain. Through the rain I saw Hoseok, orange hair clinging to his face, and his tank top and jeans drenched and hanging off his lean body. “Come on, Jagi! You’ve got this! She’s gonna fall off!”

“Hobi-ah! I love you, but could you hold off for a second.” I said back in Korean with a joyous laugh. He laughed and sat back down, watching me with determination. It took only five more minutes for Malia to drop and she came out of the water with a disappointed look on her face. “Y/N wins reward!” Jeff yelled over the weather. I screamed in delight and jumped off the pole. I swam to shore and ran to Hobi! By the time I got there, it was only drizzling. He ran to me and picked me up spinning me around. He pressed his lips against mine as he put me down. I wiped the tears off his cheeks and returned the sunshine smile he was giving to me.

 “Okay, congratulations on your reward. Now, here is an extra part to the prize,” Jeff said with a smile.

Masterlist

What’s your opinion on masturbation? I mean... you do you. ha. What is your favorite Queen song?   Bohemian Rhapsody and Under Pressure. Who is the sexiest celebrity? Would you cheat on your partner for this celebrity? If I haven’t already made it blatantly obvious by now, I really love me some Alexander Skarsgård. I’m single, so I’m ready when he is. haha. Do you take any medications? What for?   Depression and pain management. Who have you had an inappropriate crush on? No one.

Who was the last person you blocked on social media? Why?   No idea. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?   A friend last year. Have you ever talked to someone when they were high?   Yeah. Could you ever be friends with the person who hurt you most in life? I tried to be. Do you actually like going to school? I did sometimes, but I just would get so overwhelmed and stressed out so easily. If someone says to you “I don’t talk shit about people,” would you believe them?   I mean, they probably don’t make a habit of it or do it often but I think I everyone has and does at some point. You never know what you have until you’ve lost it, true or false?   That’s usually how it goes. Are you listening to anything?   Catfish. What’s the craziest thing you’ve done?   I don’t feel I’ve done anything crazy. Did you ever set up a lemonade stand when you were a kid? No. When was the last time you spoke to someone in a different language?   My brother and I used to practice Spanish together. We haven’t in awhile. I need to brush up on it again. If your favorite band/artist/celebrity had a reputation for being rude to fans, would this change your opinion of them? Would it make you stop following or being a fan of their works?   Oh man that would be absolutely devastating. However, I’ve only heard great things about him from many people who have worked with him, right down to a stylist and photographer. Anyone who has worked with him in some way say nothing but nice things. I’ve only heard nice fan stories, too. He seems like a genuinely nice guy. Out of all the people you know/have known, who do/did you have the hardest time getting along with and why?   I haven’t had a hard time getting along with anyone, really. Have you ever really been in a “complicated relationship”? How did that work out? In your opinion, what makes a relationship “complicated”?   That’s the entirety of Joseph and I’s “relationship.” Who was the first person you’ve ever fallen in love with? Is this a person you’re still in contact with? How do you know you’re in love with someone?  Joseph. No, we’re not. We still have each other on Facebook, but he doesn’t post anything or go on all that much I don’t think and I don’t go on as much anymore either. Every now and then he’ll like a photo or something I posted and vice versa, but that’s really the extent of it now. Have you ever successfully broken a bad habit? How about conquered a fear of something?   Hmm. Not that I can think of. I’ve tried many times, but end up falling back into it. Have you ever read a whole series of books? Yeah. Are you going to walk at your graduation or just pick your diploma up? I did the graduation ceremony at all my graduations. Do you own a pair of brass knuckles?   Nope. Have you ever tried to break a Guinness World Record?   No. Can you sing your ABC’s backwards?   It takes me longer. Do you like Skittles? They’re okay. I haven’t had them in years. I’m not much a fruity candy kind of person.

Is your bedroom upstairs or downstairs?   We only have one story. Do you know how to read music? Oh man, I’d be so rusty now. It’s been ten years since I’ve read sheet music. Who would you say has made the biggest impact on your life?   My mom. What was the reason for the last time you bled?   Hangnail. Does anyone in your family besides you play guitar?   I don’t, nor does anyone else in my family. Where did your last kiss take place? I actually don’t remember. It’s been 5 years. Have you ever been stuck in the “friend zone?”   I’m quite familiar with it. You can only listen to THREE CDs for the rest of your life. What are they?   I really don’t know. Do you own any shirts that have a year on it? Yeah. Do you have any scratches on your cell phone? Just a couple small ones. Is your skin tone lighter or darker than your mom’s? Lighter. Have you ever done another person’s make-up? Attempted to, yeah. Honestly, do you double dip? Not if I’m eating dip that other people are eating as well. if it’s just me then who cares. Do you save your old school work? I used to, yeah. I was a big hoarder with that stuff. Who were you last on an elevator with? My mom.

Do you know anyone that has a black belt in karate? Nope. How often do you wear hats?   Not that often. Is anyone saved in your phone under a nickname?   Yeah.

Have you ever ordered from an infomercial?   No. When, where, and why did a needle last pierce your skin?   When I had blood work done a few weeks ago. Who is the youngest gay person you know? One of my cousins. Have you ever watched an animal being eaten by another animal?   No. What is the strangest, most “out there” thing you believe? I don’t know. Do you get along with people who are especially religious? Why/why not?   Depends on the person.

What types of people do you have trouble getting along with? I mean, just snobby, rude, arrogant people. Have you ever drawn or painted a self-portrait? I tried and failed miserably. What foreign languages did your high school offer? Spanish, Japanese, Italian... I don’t remember what else. Do you have any interesting pillow cases?   I have a body pillow with giraffe print if that’s considered interesting. Probably not, but I love it all the same. Are you more afraid of spiders or bees?   B O T H, but a bee can chase me. :O Would you feel funny if you kissed somebody of the same sex?   Yeah, I wouldn’t feel comfortable. Would you rather donate time, blood, or money? Money. Can grills be sexy on a guy? I don’t find grills to be sexy on anyone, personally. When was the last time you ate marshmallows?   Not sure. It’s been awhile. A musical artist you love that isn’t well-known: Not sure. Does virginity matter to you? Yes. Last strong smell you can remember smelling? My food earlier. Last healthy thing you ate? Uhhh. Do you believe nude photos can be artistic, rather than erotic? I mean, they can be. Do you remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed? Yes. Has your best friend ever seen you naked? Yes. Do you get mad when your current bf/gf talks about an ex?   Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?   Nooo. I’m sure I’ll still be single. Do you know anybody who was abused? Yes. Would you prefer a baby boy or girl? No babies for me. Well, just furbabies. When did you last feel like your privacy was invaded? Not sure. Do your parents volunteer anywhere? No. Does your kitchen have an island? No. Have you ever bought or sold something on Facebook Marketplace? Nope. Are you one to approach others, or let them approach you first? I’m not likely to approach anyone. Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Nope. Would you cry if you found out you were pregnant?   Yes. I’d be scared out of my mind considering I’m a virgin and anyway I can’t have kids. Who was the last person you did anything sexual with?   Joseph. Do you have a steering wheel cover? I don’t drive. What kind of wild cat would you be? *shrug* If you were a different religion from your current one, what would it be? Why? I wouldn’t be a different religion than what I am. What do you think of when you see sharp knives? I think of scary movies like Michael Myers type stuff. The highway and back roads take you to the same place; choose your route.   Sometimes it’s nice to take the back roads. Should adopted kids be allowed to find their birth parents if they want to?   Yes, of course they should be able to try. Sadly, sometimes the parents don’t want to be found.

ARTISTIC BEAUTY OF LOVE- CHAPTER 7

Fluffy Romantic Story about two guys who became friends and blossomed into something more.

*Mature Scenes later on.*

Trigger Warning: Speaks about sexual abuse in later chapters.

I did my best with editing. Sorry in advance if there are any mistakes. But I really tried to make sure there were not many. Please enjoy

Previous Chapter: https://hopeless-taejinstan.tumblr.com/post/172522302350/artistic-beauty-of-love-chapter-6

Jin impatiently tapped his fingers on the table. Youngsoo sipped his rum while holding his youngest daughter. Haneul smiled watching his older grandchildren sing to him.

Jin poured himself a glass of rum and cola.

“Where’s your friend?” Youngsoo asked.

“I don’t know Mom said Noona wanted him to wear something she designed.” He shrugged. He honestly couldn’t image Tae wearing anything else besides overalls. He cleared his throat trying to contain his laughter.

Haneul looked at his youngest son. “Tell us more about your girlfriend.”

Jin took a sip of his drink. “She’s a senior at the college I go to, she’s majoring in accounting and she’s the daughter of Tang Korain.”

“Oh Tang Korain! I know him very well, Youngsoo and I been doing business with him for the past six months now. He’s a swell guy.” Haneul smiled as Jin mentally rolled his eyes. He just hoped his relationship with Miyeon didn’t turn into a business transaction.

“For Christmas, she invited me to meet her parents and I guess after Christmas you can meet her.” Jin took another sip of his drink.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Chunhei sang. Jin turned around and his eyes hit Tae. He sucked in his breath making his drink go down the wrong pipe. He began coughing. Haneul patted his back as Youngsoo raised his eyebrows in awe.

“Hyung, are you alright?” Tae ran up to him.

Jin cleared his throat and couldn’t help but stare at him. The last time he seen him without his glasses was when he drew the picture of him. Even though he thought Tae was good looking then, he couldn’t even put into words how looked now.

Tae’s bang was trimmed slightly and parted to the left. His hair was combed neatly with a tad bit of gel to hold it in place. He had on a button cream colored shirt that was tucked in a pair of black slacks. He looked down at the shiny black shoes. He noticed how small Tae’s waistline was. He almost looked like he belonged to a wealthy household himself.

Tae tilted his head. “Hyung?”

Jin shook his head regaining his composure.

“I’m fine, you look handsome.”

“Thank you.”

“You definitely do Taehyung,” Haneul said. “You’re a very good looking young man.”

Youngsoo nodded his head agreeing and Tae’s cheeks turned red.

“Thank you.”

“Alright let’s eat,” Mihi said. “And please don’t hold back at all.”

~~~~*~~~~

After dinner and dessert, Jin gave Tae a tour of his brother’s home. Tae’s eyes stayed glued to everything artistic bit in sight. Jin, on the other hand, couldn’t keep his eyes off Tae. He really couldn’t believe how handsome he was. His features almost made him seem unreal a bit.

His mouth opened to say something until Tae gasped and ran over to a painting on the wall.

“They have a painting by Sobong Namkyu-nim! So this is what his professional paintings look like. Amazing! It’s far better than I could remember.” He clapped his hands excitedly.

Jin looked at the painting. It was a landscape painting of a sunrise at the beach. He had to admit it was a warm painting. If he remembered correctly Chunhei got the painting last year some time.

“You know the person who painted this?”

Tae nodded his head vigorously.

“Sobong-nim was my art teacher and mentor during high school. He wrote a great recommendation for me to use for college.”

“You knew him throughout high school?”

“No, I took art only in the twelfth grade.”

“R-Really?!” Jin gapped at him. “But you’re so good! I thought you would’ve been an art student since grade school or something.”

Tae chuckled. “I drew a lot during my free time but other than that I was always hanging out with my friends, playing video games and shopping for clothes.” He shrugged. Jin’s eyes widened and Tae covered his mouth. He didn’t mean to let that slip, he hated when rambled sometimes.

Jin turned to face him. “What made you change so drastically like that?” He asked, and Tae looked down.

“I just remembered I didn’t call my mom. I’ll be in my room if you need me.” He ran down the hall.

“Taehyung wait!” Jin called out. Tae closed his eyes and ran faster. Jin sighed placing his hands on his hips. “Babo, you’re going the wrong way, you’re room is this way!”

Tae stopped once he was down the hall and turned back around. He walked back towards Jin.

“I knew that.”

Jin gently bopped him on the head. “I swear, what am I gonna do with you?”

~~~~*~~~~

“Okay Tae, I just miss you so much, honey. I want to see you for Christmas at least. I love you and be safe. Okay, bye.” Minju hung up the phone as Jihun ran to her.

“Mom was that Hyung? Is he coming home?” He asked feeling hopeful.

“Not this time, but he said Christmas he would come home.”

“I miss him.” He sighed dejectedly.

“I do too. Anyway, let’s set up the table. Your aunt and uncles should be here soon.”

The front door opened and Jihun ran to the door smiling.

“Hey honey.” Minju smiled. “You’re finally home.” She giggled. Yeong kissed his wife and hugged his stepson.

“Sorry, my job held me up but they also gave us some stuff as an apology. We got pumpkin pie, fruit cake, and a small turkey.” He said looking in the box he had on the floor. Yeong then looked around. “Where’s Taehyung?”

“He had to stay because he was taking extra classes.”

“He’s such a hard worker. I’m proud of him.” Yeong smiled taking the box in the kitchen.

“I’m proud of him too.”

“I’ll wash up before the others get here.” Yeong left out the kitchen and headed upstairs.

“Hey Dad, you’re finally home.” Hyeon smiled.

He placed his hand on his son’s shoulder. “Finally, I’m gonna wash up before the others come.”

“Where’s Taehyung?” he asked walking downstairs and looking around.

“He’s coming for Christmas,” Mijun said.

“Oh I see …do you need help?”

“Sure, can you set these plates please dear. Jihun, take the cups.”

“What a shame I was hoping to see Taehyung. I wanted to tease him about school. I hope he’s doing good.” Hyeon said while licking his lips.

“Don’t worry, he is.” Mijun smiled patting his back and walking away.

~~~~*~~~~

Jin sat next to his mother who was in the indoor patio while drinking chai tea. She looked at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I feel stressed.” He moaned slouching back in the chair and letting his long legs stretch.

“Why?” She gave him her full attention, it wasn’t every day that he opened up to talk.

“It’s Taehyung.” He began. “I don’t get him, he’s so confusing. The way he acts and the things he says doesn’t always add up. Like he just told me before he got into art he was a regular teenager, hanging with friends and playing video games and shopping for clothes. You look at him now you would swear he doesn’t own one mirror in his room or house. How can a person go from caring about their appearance to not even putting a comb through their hair at least once a day? I don’t get it and the way he looked tonight …I feel like that’s how he used to look.”

“Jin, do you have feelings for Taehyung?” she asked and his eyes widened.

“F-F-Feelings? Like how?”

She shrugged. “However.”

“Not romantic feelings but I do care and worry about him a lot. I don’t want anything to happen to him and actually, I don’t think I would ever let anything happen to him. That is why I brought him here with me when I found out he wasn’t going home.”

Mihi smiled softly. “So he’s truly your dongsaeng?” He nodded. “It seems you two have mutual feelings.” Jin tilted his head. “I asked him if he had feelings for you.”

“Of course you did.”

“I will tell you this …” He looked at her. “if you’re gonna continued to be Hyung to him then stick to it. He really cherishes his relationship with you.”

“Why would I change?” He shrugged.

“You have a girlfriend and women get jealous easily.”

“One Taehyung is a guy and two Miyeon already knows how our relationship is and she’s fine with it.” He said making his mother laugh. “What?”

“Anyway, as far as Taehyung goes …just protect him. He’s been through something major.”

“Major? How do you know?”

She sipped her tea. “I’ve only been a counselor for abused and battered victims since Youngsoo was three.”

His cheeks heated up from his silly question.

“When you say major …major like what? Was his family abusive? Was he bullied in high school?”

Mihi looked down sadly before looking at her son. “He did tell me …but it’s not my place to tell you. He has to tell you when he’s ready and seeing that he didn’t want to talk about his change after his junior year of high school shows he’s not ready to talk to you yet. Don’t push the issue anymore, it will come up when the time is right and believe me you’re his beloved Hyung, he will definitely tell you.”

Jin slowly nodded. Tae was so innocent and naïve, he couldn’t begin to imagine what could have happened to him that made him want to change so much. Either way, it didn’t matter he was going to protect him.

~~~~*~~~~

Tae sat at the vanity staring at himself. Memories of high school came to mind, he was the most popular boy in the school with tons of friends and crushes. Everything was good until … until …

Tears swelled in his eyes. He removed his contacts and pushed his hair in front of his eyes. He couldn’t be that beautiful person he used to be. He would never feel comfortable in his skin.

There was a knock on his door and Jin walked inside. Tae looked up at him through his bangs and Jin hugged him without asking anything.

“Do you wanna sleep in my bed tonight?”

“Can I?”

Jin nodded. “Change into your pajamas and come into my room after you’re done. Keep ya head up and just know you’re not alone. I’m always here for you.” Jin patted his back before walking out the room.

Tae wiped his tears and smiled softly.

Next Chapter: https://hopeless-taejinstan.tumblr.com/post/172567570555/artistic-beauty-of-love-chapter-8

Oh, do you speak Hungarian as well!? Hmm, well my parents are from Berlin so I usually travel to Berlin at least once a year but I really liked Scotland and would love to travel to Ireland as well. I’m not that fond of warm places- two years ago we had a heatwave in Northern Europe and I honestly considered emigrating to Iceland 😅😫.I’m really no good with heat..

I used to dance a lot, ballet, contemporary mostly but some other forms as well and that was how I got in contact with K-pop. Regardless of group these idols are amazing dancers, to able to dance like that AND sing, I would never be able to do that! But I followed some Korean dancers and choreographers before hand and Shownu being the amazing dancer he is, I sometimes wonder if he has some contemporary dance as well ^^. Sadly I injured my ankle some years ago so I’m not able to dance anymore but I really enjoy watching others ^^. Kyun as in ChangKyun (IM)? I’ve seen that a lot around ❤️! After watching No mercy, my heart, he was so young then (they all were) but to being treated like that - I really detest those survival shows!

Some of those crazy fans, I try to stay as far away as possible, I don’t have the time nor the patience for stupidity like that. If you don’t like other groups that’s fine but you don’t have to trash talk other groups or individuals! I don’t really understand the point but maybe that is an Korean/Asian thing? I don’t ever remembering that hostility towards other groups in Europe, regardless of group or singer unless they broke the law or something like that 😅. /stumbling anon

I speak very little Hungarian but I can get by whenever I visit. My dad tried to teach me since birth but it was difficult for me to sit down and focus (but the lessons I learned I still know like how to count to ten for example). I definitely want to check out Berlin! I went to the Neuschwanstein Castle once and it was breathtaking. I definitely want to explore more north of Europe but there are also places I want to redo (my mom and I had a backpacking trip and we couldn’t enjoy Amsterdam because we passed out in our room after a canal tour 😂 we were so exhausted from the destination before). It’s so funny that you say you don’t like heat cause I’m in sunny southern arizona where tomorrow it’s going to be a nice 88 degrees Fahrenheit (~31 C)🙃

That’s so beautiful you did dance, I bet you were absolutely stunning 🥺❤️ I feel the same way about these artists. Constricting outfits, singing, dancing, and have to stay pretty?! 😤 just thinking about it is exhausting! I absolutely hate survival shows because it makes people turn nasty. I know the industry is already competitive and in No Mercy, they all had the same goal, but saying certain things to get more drama....yuck. That’s exactly why I quit watching shows like Big Brother cause not only is that shit rigged, people are way too nasty. Seeing kyun when he was on No Mercy is interesting to me because MX debuted 6 days before I graduated high school and kyun and I are relatively the same age (about a year apart kinda) so seeing him all small and youthful just brings me back to high school 🥺

I will never understand the hating of other groups. They (the group) work hard to get to where they are and deserve fans as much as your group does. It’s totally embarrassing when you see haters try to cancel a group but yet there are evidence that the members of that group are friends with their group 😬 (I’m definitely referencing clips of MX being friends with B**). I don’t know when the hating started and by who, but it’s disgusting. I kinda see that happen in western artists (I’m looking at you crazy fans of Taylor swift 😒🙄) but not as much effort like they do in kpop. I honestly would love to see a clip of a crazy fan at a fan sign call and the idol not only recognizes them but recognizes them in a bad way like they tell the fan “oh hey I saw what you tweeted about ___, that’s not cool” 😱 can you imagine their face!