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1 : Soap never had any idea that woman wanted him carnally, he's not the most observant on that front (he never noticed Ghost flirting with him and thought his love was one-sided for the longest time, but tbf Ghost was also very discreet about it)
2 : He sewed the hat, eyepatch and hook himself, because he's the best uncle and then got distracted as he was wrapping it up, so now he's watching a tutorial on youtube about how to build a voice box. Honestly how hard could it be, he builds explosive devices as a hobby (listen, Price doesn't have to know)
3 : He is out to his family, but doesn't want his mum to know he has a boyfriend because he knows she'll insist on meeting him and welcoming him to the family and making a big deal out of this, and he knows that Ghost isn't ready for that.
4 : Christmas is obviously a very hard time for Ghost, but he is very very in love with Soap and some days still can't believe that it's mutual, but then his Johnny does something like that and his head gets quieter while he's melting a bit.
5 : For the people that didn't see my other post : the bird is a Caique parrot, and they're supposedly very energetic, a bit loud, medium sized, unintelligible, very friendly to what they consider their family, adventurous and danger prone, with an explosive personality and a hate of boredom, so basically the adhd bird.
#cod mw2#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghost is hard edges and sharp knives but simon is babygirl#i tried my best to make soap's sister look as much like soap as possible#as someone whose siblings look nothing like them i find it hilarious i have no idea why i swear i have the weirdest sense of humour#hc that simon's very first wait no second actually bc i feel like the first special interest for every child with autism is dinosaurs#but wait plot twist birds are dinosaurs so still hc that simon's first (or second if you want) special interest was birds#and he still loves them very much and both soap and his sister have adhd and his sister has a reoccurring hyperfixation on birds#and soap thinks ghost and his sister could get along very easily and is waiting very impatiently for the day ghost is ready and he can#introduce him to his family#but also ghost is very wary of families and especially since there's a young child because he's scared that he'll bring them death like he#feels he did to his own family#i initially wanted to colour it but then i wondered why my brain was working against me and very quickly decided that colouring all that#would be a nightmare and that i already hate colouring so why would i want to torture myself#anyway pls be nice with me i've given all i had to make this lmao
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[📰] Get to Know the Members of K-Pop Group P1Harmony With These 10 Fun Facts! (Exclusive)
P1Harmony is a rising global K-Pop troupe, but we wanted Just Jared readers to get an exclusive chance to know them a little better!
The talented six-member boy group first arrived on the scene back in October of 2020, embarking on their international music career with the release of their first mini album DISHARMONY: STAND OUT and feature film, P1H: A New World Begins, which positioned the group as a force to be reckoned with in the music scene.
Amid the pandemic, the group continued to make new music for their fans with the release of their second mini album, DISHARMONY: BREAK OUT, including their slamming, hip-hop infused title track “Scared,”” along with an accompanying music video full of street-style dancing and intense visual effects.
Watch “Scared” and check out these 10 Fun Facts about P1Harmony inside!
INTAK
1. I have more eyelashes on my right eye than my left. Right after my debut, I didn’t really know how to remove eye makeup, so for a while, I used to just rub my eyes really hard with soap and now, I have more eyelashes on my right eye than my left.
2. I used to love oysters, but now I cannot eat it. I was an oyster fanatic, until very recently. I ordered raw oysters after watching a TV show at night with JONGSEOB, and after one bite, I couldn’t eat it anymore. The taste of the “sea” was so pungent. Now, I’m too traumatized!
3. I saved a man’s life. I went chestnut picking with my dad, and found a guy hanging on a cliff and struggling to get back up. We immediately helped him get up. He was really grateful and I remember feeling so proud to have saved someone’s life!
4. I have a small horizontal scar on the right side of my face, and I kind of like it. I got this scar when I was about four or five, and although it’s not that visible now, sometimes I like it because it makes me feel like a charismatic, bad guy!
5. I love dogs. I love dogs, so I have been watching a lot of dog-related videos but I’m terribly allergic. I can’t stop myself from petting them when I see them on the street, and always regret it afterwards because I turn all puffy and itchy!
6. I fantasize a lot about time travel. I even tried and feel like it can really happen one day! I lie down in my bed, put my blanket over my entire body and focus really hard on the idea, but this brings me nowhere but to the future. [Laughs]
7. I have a gold tooth.
8. I have a brown spot (mole) on my middle finger.
9. I love my Crayon Shin-chan character earphones. I get happy just looking at it.
10. I go to the convenient store so much that there isn’t anything I have not tried!
THEO
1. My right shoulder is more developed than my left. I used to play volleyball and would strike with my right arm, so my right shoulder is more developed than my left.
2. I have a red mole. I recently got a red mole on the side of my right neck, but I have no idea where it came from and why but it’s not going away!
3. I can’t burp, literally. I don’t know how to burp and have never burped in my life
4. I only drink carbonated drinks. I rarely drink anything that is NOT carbonated.
5. I don’t like lettuce and tomatoes in my burgers.
6. I had a burst appendix and didn’t know it for a while. I was hospitalized for two months, because they couldn’t find my appendix. Apparently, my organs are shaped and structured differently.
7. I love slippers. Unless I am going to an official engagement or doing promos, I am always in slippers, (even during winter)!
8. I have never cried in front of people until I turned 20. I was watching a very emotional episode of “Animal Farm,” and got caught crying in front of KEEHO, SOUL and JIUNG. Since then, I think I’ve gotten more emotional. I once cried watching JONGSEOB cry, too.
9. I can’t stay still when I’m on the phone. I have to walk around or do something when I’m on the phone.
10. I love singing songs to my friends over the phone.
JIUNG
1. I love Tonkatsu (pork cutlet). I have been addicted to tonkatsu these days and have been eating it almost every day for the last few months.
2. I have the same birthday as my younger brother. My younger brother and I share the same birthday, which is Oct. 7. We were also born around the same time.
3. My younger brother and I have a similar birth time as well. I think he was born like 8 minutes before me or after!
4. I love raw garlic and don’t like kimchi.
5. I only drink flat coca-cola. I purposely decarbonate my coke by shaking it and letting the air out multiple times until the bottle doesn’t expand anymore and the coke is completely flat.
6. I still fit into my hats from my adolescent years. My head is so small that I still fit into all my hats from elementary school.
7. I think too much. I make daily memos and write down almost everything to organize my thoughts.
8. I like to dance and sing when the streets are empty. When no one is around and I’m in a good mood. I love walking down the empty street thinking I’m shooting a music video. I sing, dance and act. Last time, I bumped into someone and I ran away in full embarrassment! [Laughs].
9. I have a scar on my eye.
10. I may look picky, but I’m not a picky eater! I love trying a lot of different cuisines.
KEEHO
1. I love collecting sunglasses and glasses although my eyesight is near perfect. I love wearing glasses even though I don’t need them to see. I also have been collecting a lot of sunglasses lately.
2. I talk during my sleep, apparently! According to my members, I sleep-talk a lot (almost every night), but I don’t remember any of it and I never have dreams.
3. I have the same birthday as my dad!
4. I can eat salads all day. I love salads! I love eating vegetables, especially celery and carrots, and prefer dressings like ranch and oriental.
5. I am not good at smiling. I have a hard time smiling so I’m still in the process of learning how to smile naturally! I have to make sounds out loud to smile [during photo shoots].
6. I used to hate wearing sweatpants. I don’t know why but I hated sweatpants and never wore them when I was younger― even if I had to wear something more uncomfortable like slacks or jeans.. Now, I wear them all the time!
7. I rarely cry alone or in front of people. The only person who has seen me cry is INTAK. I was going through something heavy and was alone at a park by myself when INTAK came to pick me up. He started crying as soon as he saw me, and that made me cry.
8. I used to pull all my loose baby teeth. I hated having something loose in my mouth, so instead of waiting to go to the dentist, I used to pull them out on my own.
9. I have a light (barely noticeable) mole on my big toe.
10. I have curly hair, so unless I blow dry it, it goes wild.
SOUL
1. I used to collect beetles. I think I had up to 30 beetles in one big box.
2. I only wear Air Jordans. I only wear Jordans and my favorite design is the Air Jordan 1s.
3. I love dolls! I love buying and collecting dolls. I like anything that is cute and fuzzy.
4. I don’t like taking pictures of humans except KEEHO. I only take pictures of nature, architecture or like a beautiful scenery. The only time I would take a picture of a human is of KEEHO.
5. Me and my younger sister found an important historical stone artifact. We were just digging stuff up and found a stone artifact. We later learned it was a historically valuable artifact, so we donated it to a museum.
6. I wear my pants backwards.
7. I don’t like electric fans. I don’t like when wind blows in my face
8. I once had the same dream three times in a row. I had the same dream three times in a row, but every ending changed depending on the choices I made [in my dream].
9. A bird pooped on my head while I was on my way to school. Without having much reaction, I just walked to school and waited until I had to go to the bathroom to wash.
10. I don’t get scared or surprised easily. I used to get yelled at for bowing down and saying hi to all the actors playing zombies, monsters or ghosts at haunted houses in theme parks.
JONGSEOB
1. I like books that are thick and with small letters for no particular reason. I tend to buy books that are thick, whatever the genre is. I think it’s because I’m a fast reader.
2. I never had cavities! I love eating sweets like jellies and candies. I can go through a whole pack in one sitting, but I’ve never had cavities!
3. I have something called a “knee hyperextension and/or back knee. My knee bends backwards in a straightened position unlike many people.
4 I love the dark. I usually don’t turn on the lights unless I really have to.
5. I could sleep for long periods of time. I once slept up to 16 straight hours, and I barely have dreams. Maybe like five times a year?!
6. I don’t like/eat seaweed or seagrass.
7. I love walking into a room that is super cold. I turn on the A/C and close the door for about 30 minutes so it can be ice cold before I walk in.
8. I want to learn how to play bass guitar one day! I watch random videos of jam sessions, and one day would really like to play bass guitar.
9. My eyesight is different on both eyes. I am near-sighted on one, and far-sighted on the other.
10. I am pretty good at playing games on my phone.
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Rated: General Audiences
Summary: Eliza Hamilton's great-grandson brings her back to the house she'd once shared with her husband, eager to hear the story of the first Inauguration Day.
May 1854
“Allow me, Mother Hamilton,” Eliza’s daughter-in-law, Johnny’s dear Maria, encouraged, holding her elbow out for Eliza as they made their way up the stoop of the ancient Wall Street residence.
“I’m not so feeble as that, my dear,” Eliza refused, using the railing to pull herself up the last few steps. How many times had she raced up these steps, carrying baskets and children, hurrying here and there on errands of all kinds? She’d not stumble now, when age was her only burden.
“The house is empty,” Eliza’s great-grandson, another Alexander Hamilton in a long line, was explaining as he unlocked the front door. “The owners said they didn’t mind a bit. In fact, I think they were rather excited themselves when I told them why we were coming.”
The reason for this visit to the past was rather less exciting for her, she thought, but she held her tongue. She had a duty to tell the stories of the country’s history to the best of her ability so long as breath filled her lungs. To think, all those throngs of people who had gathered along Wall and Broadway to catch a glimpse of the revered General Washington as he was sworn in as the nation’s first president, and somehow she was the only one left alive who could tell the tale.
“A bit dusty,” Alex commented as he stepped into the foyer. “Is it bringing back any memories for you, Grandmama Hamilton?”
“Oh, yes,” she breathed, eyes skating across the empty foyer.
Eliza closed her eyes and could almost hear the excited buzz filling the street behind her. People had gathered outside so early that morning that Washington’s coach could hardly make it to their house. Sporadic huzzahs had broken out and carried down the street in either direction, the thrill of the historic moment alive in the air.
The sound had carried up, as well, through the windows to the second floor. All the children had been bundles of energy, she remembered, the thrill of the moment affecting them as much as anyone on the street below. Philip particularly had been so excited by the general to-do, she practically had to pull him off the window ledge as he’d leaned out to watch for the President’s coach.
Only Alexander had slept through the hubbub that morning. She could still see his eyes moving beneath their lids in a dream, his hand reposing on the pillow by his face, sunlight streaming through the curtains to dapple the quilt and the floorboards. So peaceful. So beautiful. Baby Jamie had been heavy in her arms as she’d watched her husband sleep from the doorway to their bedroom, his milky breath and wispy hair tickling her nose.
“Was Washington here that morning?” her grandson asked.
The ghost of childish echoed in the empty space around her.
Washington had arrived earlier than expected, and the children had beaten her and Alexander down to the door. Angelica had looked up at the imposing commander with astonishment as she’d announced, “You’re tall.”
“Yes, I suppose I am,” Washington had agreed, a little smile playing on his lips.
He’d stood just where Eliza was standing now.
“Can I see your sword?” Pip had asked, his little hands already reaching out to grab at the sword hanging from Washington’s hip. “Did you use it in battle? Did you kill anyone with it?”
“Philip!” Alexander had jumped to pull his son away to a more respectable distance.
“That’s General Washington,” her dear little Alex had announced to her, pointing up at Washington as he spoke. “He’s in our stories.”
“Yes, he is,” she’d agreed, trying to encourage the three-year-old back into some semblance of a greeting line.
“Stories?” Washington repeated, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“You may have made an appearance in some of their bedtime stories,” Alexander had admitted, a hint of color in his cheeks. “They’re about me, of course. You just happened to be there.”
“Of course,” Washington had agreed.
“Does that mean the talking mice are real, too?” Alex had asked innocently.
She’d tried to stifle a laugh. “No, sweetheart. Just General Washington. Now, hush.”
She could almost feel his sweaty palm in hers.
Maria and Alex were watching her closely when her wandering mind returned to the present. They were waiting for her to tell them her recollections. She sighed.
The most vivid memories, the dearest, were not ones that would interest her great-grandson. Her silly children, Alexander’s relaxed face as he slept, the way Washington’s eyes had lit up when he was teasing her husband. Those intimate moments, she keeps to herself.
“General Washington did pay us a visit that morning before carrying on to Federal Hall. So much excitement that day, you could hardly move on the street. He invited your great-grandfather to join him at St. Paul’s on Fulton Street after the inauguration.”
Alex looked about the foyer, as though trying to catch a glimpse of Washington’s ghost in the room. “Did you go with him up to Federal Hall? Or did grandfather?”
“No. No, we had company. We watched from the upstairs window.”
Alexander had bowed deeply to Washington as he’d departed, promising to see him later at the church, and afterwards for the general festivities as well.
“Who came over?” Alex pressed.
“Mrs. Knox. My sister, Angelica. She was home from London visiting. Some of your grandfather’s friends.” None of these names were illustrious enough to keep ahold of his attention.
“Should we go up?” Alex was already halfway to the stairway as he suggested it.
Maria stayed just behind her, a tacit offer of assistance should she need it to climb yet another set of stairs. The staircase was as narrow and creaky as it had been in her memory. Trying to maneuver a laundry basket had always been a trick, especially with Pip’s little toy soldiers littered all over the steps. She found herself stepping carefully, as though one of them might still be lying in wait all these decades later.
Upon entering the family floor, she felt her breath catch at the sight of the empty nursery. Her gaze tracked to the master bedroom, the route she’d stumbled down so many nights when she’d nursed Alex and Jamie. The floorboards creaked under her feet just the same as they used to, a familiar lullaby.
Her grandson was looking back to her again. “Grandmama? Which room?”
She pointed to what had been the family room, with the wide windows facing Wall Street to allow for a perfect view down to where Federal Hall had once stood. Alex and Maria both moved in that direction. Though she made to follow, she stopped shy of the entry, a sound floating down the hall from the master bedroom stealing her attention.
Humming. Soft, beautiful humming. A jaunty tune she barely recognized, but from a voice that was forever seared upon her heart.
She stepped carefully towards the bedroom, pushing the door fully open. Their bed stood in the center of the room, the lovely floral hangings from her mother pushed back to the posts. The bed itself was unmade, the soft sheets messily flung aside and the pillows all askew.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, creating hazy patterns of light on the furniture. The curtains fluttered in the fragrant spring breeze. She could hear the muted buzz of excited onlookers gathering on the street below, breathlessly awaiting the inauguration of their first President.
A bowl of soapy water sat on her vanity, and a lightweight banyan was folded over the back of the chair. Still following the sound of cheery humming, she poked her head into the dressing room. Alexander was wrapping his cravat around his turned-up collar, his waistcoat loose. His eyes met hers in the mirror, and she saw his whole face crinkle with a smile at the sight of her.
“Finally coming to wake me?” he asked. “About time. At this rate, I would have still been abed when our guests arrived.”
“I wanted to let you sleep.” She recalled clearly keeping an eye on the clock, timing out how long he’d need to ready that morning, trying to let him get as much rest as possible.
“Are the little ones excited? Sounds like quite the crowd has gathered outside already.”
“So excited,” she confirmed. “Pip nearly jumped out the window he was so eager to join the festivities.”
He laughed that low, easy, beloved laugh of his.
Fixing his ruffled cuffs in place, he swung on the dark blue coat he’d had made specially for the occasion, his shoulders rolling as he adjusted to the feel of the new garment. When the buttons were done, he turned and held his arms out for her inspection. “How do I look?”
“Very handsome.”
“You always say that.”
“It’s always true.”
He stepped forward and tipped his face down over hers to catch her lips. The smell of his soap filled her nose, spiced and sweet, so distinctly him. She’d tried so hard to hold on to that smell, preserving his handkerchiefs, his pillowcase, even washing with his soap once, just to smell him on her skin. Nothing was ever the same.
She drank in his face, glowing in the filtered light from the bedroom.
“I’m so proud of you,” she whispered, the words she’d spoken that day coming easily.
He’d looked genuinely astonished. “Of me? Whatever for?”
“The Constitution never would have passed without you. All that hard work you did, writing all those essays, giving all those speeches. This is your day as much yours as anyone’s.”
“If you say so, my love,” he’d demurred. The slight sheen to his eyes had attested to his appreciation, however.
“I do.” She laid her palms against his chest, warm and solid beneath her hands. He felt so real, standing here before her.
A soft look came over his face as he gazed down at her. He wrapped a curl that had fallen loose from her widow’s cap around his finger and tugged at it gently. “I miss you so much, Betsey.”
She swallowed around a sudden lump in her throat.
“Mother Hamilton?”
Maria’s voice startled her badly.
She turned around in the empty dressing room and found her daughter-in-law watching her from the door.
“Were you talking to someone?”
Eliza looked out at the empty, dusty room. Her arms were still held out to the empty air, and slowly they fell to her sides. “No, dear.”
Maria studied her for a moment. “Are you all right?”
“Fine. Just…remembering.”
“It must be overwhelming, being back here after all these years.”
“No, not at all,” Eliza said, forcing a smile.
Alex looked in at them from the hallway. “Shall we continue on to Federal Hall, and then on to St. Paul’s? I’d like to visit all the places you went that day.”
“If you like, darling,” Eliza agreed. That was why they were there, after all, to recreate the day and pass along the memories to the younger generations.
“It’s helping your memory, isn’t it? Visiting these places?”
She looked back into the dressing room, that spiced scent lingering in the air. “It’s helping,” she agreed. Perhaps too much. Her hand went to the pouch around her neck, hidden beneath the layers of her widow’s weeds. As much as her husband was always with her, she felt him here in this room far more keenly, like a messenger calling her home.
“I knew it would.” Then Alex was charging off downstairs again, so eager to piece together a story for his own ends.
“Oh, that boy,” Maria sighed, following her grandson’s path from the room.
Eliza closed her eyes again, savoring the moment of peaceful quiet in her old home.
“Soon, my love,” she whispered into the empty air. “Soon.”
#alexander hamilton#eliza hamilton#hamliza#maria eliza van den heuvel hamilton#hamilton fanfic#grief/mourning#hurt/comfort#romance
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Haunted House
Summary: Harry hates Halloween more than anything.
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Harry was an absolutely miserable mess and there was simply no other way to describe it.
He was one zombie pop up away from having a heart attack and there was no one to blame but himself. It was his idea to come to the fucking haunted house, he was the one that bought the tickets to get in and paid the parking fee, he was the one that had driven them there, he was the one who'd walked into the house with two excited girls hanging from his arms, jumping around with large smiles on their faces because they'd been waiting to come here forever and he'd always said no because he knew it'd be like this; He'd be scared to death of every gust of wind and they'd laugh at him along with everyone else who noticed him nearly jumping out of his skin and squealing like a little girl whenever somebody popped out in front of him.
Y/N and his daughter, Gwen, had been begging him for the last three years to take them to the haunted house that everyone was buzzing about every single October, and he'd always refused. He would've said no this year as well and they would've done the same thing they did every Halloween; Stayed at home, dressed in matching costumes like the three bears or even some Disney Characters and handed out candy to the little kids that came by in hopes of getting some of Harry's famous homemade granola bars that were healthy yet delicious, as he always reminded them in that tone that always made Gwen cringe, and then they'd watch the one scary movie Harry's heart could (just barely) handle, scary movie, and then it was off to bed. At 10:00. On Halloween.
Boring and too safe, as Gwen always reminded him, and just as it should be, as he always said. They would've been at home doing that right now! If only he hadn't forgotten Y/N's birthday three nights ago and said no to Gwen going on what was supposed to be her first date with her so-called 'boyfriend'...
He hadn't heard a word from either of them until he announced that they were finally going to the haunted house. And now here they were.
"You're doing so good, sweetheart." Y/N rubbed his arm in a comforting fashion and spoke in the softest tone she could muster up. Harry's face flushed as he heard the sound of two little boys snickering behind him, along with his own daughter. "Make them stop." Harry whined. Y/N rolled her eyes and then narrowed them at her daughter. "Quit laughing at your dad, you know he's easily scared-" "Traumatized." Harry corrected her. "I'm traumatized."
"Sure, right." Y/N nodded in agreement, trying to end the conversation before it started. She and Gwen had heard the story a billion times and now it was etched into her brain.
When he was four and a half years old-Or maybe just entering the sweet age of five, as he always said- he'd been knocked over by a group of kids who were all running to get candy from the best house in the neighborhood, the house that always had the good stuff. The snickers, the Twix, the paydays, the candy apples. It was like a candy shop over there, not that the expectations were really high. Every other house always gave out mints and laffy taffies, if they were feeling generous.
Harry had laid on the ground crying for a whole five minutes, his elbow bruised and his cheek feeling sore, and one of those kids had stepped on his finger too! He swore off Halloween from that day on.
Until he was ten when he decided to give it another try.
Mischievous, as every other ten year old boy is, he'd dressed up in the scariest costume he could find, a white sheet with holes in it so he could see because 'what could possibly be scarier than ghosts', and headed out with his friends with hopes of scaring some girls to death, or at least to the point of peeing their pants and running home to their mommies, never leaving their houses again because if they did they'd be in constant fear of seeing the scariest ghost in town, Harry.
Instead, he'd run up to the girl he wanted to scare the most, his secret crush, Jessica Valentine, screamed 'Boo!' Right in her ear, and got smacked to the ground in front of all his friends and hers. When he got up and turned to run away, he ran into the leg of a tall, bloody clown. He'd screamed until he lost his voice and wet his pants right in front of everyone. And then he swore off Halloween for good.
Until.
He was seventeen years old, down in the basement of his mother's house, deciding that this Halloween he'd watch scary movies with a few of his friends, and his sister, who just refused to leave. It'd gone well for a while. Sure, he was jumping and screaming more than the others, but he managed to play it cool. Sure, he was a little iffy about the noises he swore he kept hearing coming from the closet behind the couch that they were sat on, but he was ignoring it fairly well. Sure, he wanted to just go upstairs and sit with his mum and grandma and watch old soap operas and bake cookies, but he was hiding those feelings pretty well.
Until.
"The fuck was that?" His friend, Matthew, had asked as he paused the movie and looked toward the closet door. Harry was relieved for only a second because thank god he wasn't the only one hearing that noise, but then the panic set in. What was that noise? Was there a monster in his closet? Was someone hiding in there?
"I don't hear anything, turn the movie back on." Gemma brushed it off, annoyance lacing her tone before she shoved some popcorn in her mouth. The movie had just been getting good when he'd paused it and she was eager to see what would happen next.
"I'll check it out so we can get back to the movie." Robert, his other best mate, sighed. He swiftly removed himself from the couch, stepped in front of the door, and without a moment's hesitation, pulled it open.
Out fell a skeleton and a witches costume, and Harry ran screaming and crying up the stairs. He didn't know that his cat had been in the closet scratching at the door, she'd gone in there to take a nap as she usually did for some odd reason, and they'd completely forgotten that she was in there and closed the door. He didn't know that the items that had fallen out of the closet were merely Halloween decorations that weren't in use this year, and not some closet monster plotting to kill him. He didn't know any of this until his mum managed to get him to stop crying and explained it to him. And then, for good this time, he swore off Halloween forever.
"It's been like forty years." Gwen muttered. "Build a bridge and get over-" "Forty?" Harry scoffed. "How old do you think I am?" "Your looks say thirty, the way you act says seventy-two. Who knows." She shrugged. "Can we continue now?" She asked as she watched everyone else walking by. They'd stopped in one place, gathered in a corner as they tried to get Harry to calm down.
"Be sensitive. Your father is very shaken up from what happened to him...Almost twenty years ago." Y/N sighed as she continued rubbing his arm. "I can hear the judgment in your tone, and the fake sympathy is oozing out of you. If you don't want me around ruining your fun, just say so." He huffed.
He really wasn't mad, but now was the perfect time to get the hell out of this damn house for good. Gwen smirked as she noticed what he was doing and then sent her mum a look. "We want you around, Harry. It's why we never came without you. If you're not going to go through this house, we're not going to go through this house." Y/N told him, giving him a small smile. "Um-" Gwen started to object but decided to be quiet after receiving a look from her mum. "Yeah, we're only going if you do." She sighed.
Harry thought for a moment before mentally groaning. "Yeah, I'll continue on. I know how much you guys wanna experience this. 'S not so bad, I suppose. I'm scaring myself more than the scarers are." He chuckled a little. "This will be fun when you loosen up." Y/N nodded, rubbing his shoulders. "Trust me, this will be the best hour and a half of your life!"
"Hour and a half?" He squeaked.
#harry imagine#Harry Styles#harry styles blurb#harry styles fluff#fanfic#Wattpad#blurb#haunted#haunted house#one direction#1direction#1d#halloween
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Laurence pulled up outside his old school, the revving of his new Ferrari’s V8 twin turbo engine heard from miles away, especially in on a silent night like this. Willow rarely had a non-quiet night, apart from a few sirens but that was more common on the other side of town. In hindsight, this was was not the best one to come in when he was trying to be conspicuous but, as Laurence Fox often did, he had acted before thinking and therefore had bought possibly on the most recognisable cars in town to the school that he and he group of friends, if he could even call them that, were about to break into. The fact that it was a new car, as his other had been stolen a few weeks before, made little difference as though the car was different it looked exactly the same and still bore his F0XY 1 number plate, the only changes to the model were the improvements made on the inside. In a way it was a blessing that his old car had been stolen and torched as Laurence had it ensured, and he’d got a pretty dirty video of the culprits out of it. That’s what Laurence had been watching, the flashes of the two men’s pale skin, the rough sounds of moans caught on a mediocre mobile phone mic, the mess they had left his car. It wasn’t supposed to turn him on, not the way it did. It was supposed to make him angry, and disgusted and the video did. It truly did, but not for the reason those thieves has made it.
Thanks to an impromptu moment of self discovery, Laurence was late to the party and the ragtag group of other people that were invited were all waiting at the entrance to the path up to the school for him. Laurence stepped out of his car with a certain flair, swishing his blonde hair, in a navy jumper and black jeans, he looked the picture of arrogant. As he got closer, the figures began to get more recognisable. First, he saw Theodore Saxe-Rosberg, who’s white and yellow outfit was almost as inconspicuous as his car. Theo’s golden hair was practically glowing in the artificial light, he looked even more angelic than usual. Laurence felt a little sick, as he followed the line of his arm and saw that Theo’s gentle hand was holding a stronger hand of another. Milo. The boy he’d bumped into the park, the boy who he’d drank with and been carried by and the boy who made his heart race and his palms sweaty. He was standing tall over Theo, though they were all swamped by the huge brick and iron portcullis that guarded the school and its pupils from the outside world.
Quickly, Laurence averted his eyes from the sight of their entwined fingers, and instead he found the face of Roslyn, Theo’s older sister who looked perfectly at home in the night, her long brown hair curtaining her face, the light somehow managing to hit her at the perfect angle such that all of her elegant features glowed. He was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. Laurence had spent many years trying to get into her pants with very little luck. Still, she’d asked him to come along and he couldn’t pass up on a chance to show off his bravado and play the brave, charming hero. There was something about his old school that had always terrified him, though, terrified all of the boys that attended. The bell would toll in the middle of the night as they slept in their dormitories, some days one corridor would be shockingly cold whilst the rest of the school was fine, things would go missing, boys would go missing and none of the teachers were ever seen outside of these old, ancient brick walls that guarded the school like it were a castle. Roslyn had mentioned someone going missing, a friend of her brothers, and Laurence had agreed to come and check it out too.
By default, he’d invited his new girlfriend, Ingrid Solheim, a beautiful girl who he had met at a party and now they had been together for a few weeks, things seemed to be going well. Her platinum hair and pale complexion made her look almost ghost-like, as she stood just out of the light. He saw that wide smile grow on her cheeks as he approached, and Laurence sauntered over very cooly to meet her. If Milo and Theo were going to show off their love in such a horribly obvious way, then he was damn sure going to do it ten times more.
As Laurence drew closer, he saw another figure stood almost in complete darkness. He was tall, and thin and looked very sinister as the shadows cast shapes over his face, bone structure accentuated to almost paranormal degrees. He couldn’t work out who it was, but he was talking easily to his girlfriend.
A few steps away now, and finally Laurence saw him. Damien Fucking Montague. Laurence’s worst enemy, schoolboy punchbag and his girlfriend’s ‘tea date’. He hoped they might stop that after a while, but apparently not. Apparently they were good enough friends that she had invited him along and now they were talking without him knowing. Laurence hated his too-pretty face, he hated the way he held himself and he also hated the way Damien looked at him as their eyes eventually met.
Damien himself, was more than shocked to see Laurence. When the ferrari had pulled him, he supposed Roslyn might have invited him, though for what reason she might have for doing so escaped him entirely. Now it made sense, why Ingrid was here with a bunch of relative strangers. Laurence. He was the other man. Laurence Fox, the boy who had made his school life no less easy than his home life, a face he hoped he’d never had to see again was here and worse still, he was the man Ingrid had chosen over him, he was the final victor in their lifelong feud. He watched as the pair embraced, feeling his heat sink deeper into his chest. The mystery of tonight had enticed him, the Romaticsims of a haunted school had convinced him to come, though in truth it was the invitation from Ingrid that had cemented it. Damien both loved and despised this place and now he would have to walk around it with the girl he loved, and the boy she loved who also happened to be the man he disliked more than anyone on earth. It was like a soap drama. Woefully, he looked to Roslyn and then moved slowly to her side. Hopefully, though his expressions were distorted by the harsh light, she understood a little of how he felt right now.
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