Candlelight
I think of you at 2 AM,
When I can't sleep, and I wish
You were there to hold me
Here's Flynn when he was 10, and still grappling with his mother's relatively recent death (it was 3 years ago, as of his age here).
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Candlelight
I think of you at 2 AM,
When I can't sleep, and I wish
You were there to hold me
Here's Flynn when he was 10, and still grappling with his mother's relatively recent death (it was 3 years ago, as of his age here).
Whumpril Day 1 - Hugs ||
CW: Intoxicated minor, alluded to anxiety attack
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The cold air kept nipping at every exposed skin, but Flynn refused to go back for his jacket. By now, the party had been in full swing, and all his friends were fully down for doing dumb shit. Honestly, he was too, at first, before the jitters began to kick in. All too suddenly, his legs felt heavy, and his chest felt tight. The moment he left, Flynn was sure they didn’t even notice his disappearance. Fucking pricks.
As soon as the backdoor was in view, Flynn clambered up the stairs and leaned against the crooked door. He swore the keys were somewhere in his pockets, but everytime he thought he found them, it was his lighter or phone or something else instead. Where the hell did it go? Panic began to swell in his chest, and he began to fumble around more, searching all of his pockets again. It had to be there. There were two copies and the other one was wherever his father decided to hide the key. Can his hands stop fucking shaking? Holy shit, the keys may have been in his jacket. And the jacket was a thirty minute walk away.
“Fuck!” Whatever energy he had remaining was drained away, and Flynn found himself sinking into the grass. Going to the party was a bad idea, hell, the whole day had been a bad idea (not that he did much but played hooky anyways). His glasses rested atop his head when he buried his face into his hands. Don’t cry, don’t cry. He could fucking feel the lump of fear at the back of his throat. What was he going to do? Why was this setting him off anyways? They had an extra key, he could always retrieve his jacket tomorrow. But then, it wasn’t just that, was it? This meant that he couldn’t even be responsible for this, so how can he manage making sure he didn’t lose everything either?
“Flynn? What the hell!”
The sound of his father’s voice snapped him out of the spiral, if only momentarily. What the fuck was he going to tell him now? The panic in his chest grew. “Dad.” His voice hitched, and Flynn cringed at the voice crack. He stumbled to stand up, but the quickness in his movement nearly had him land in the grass. A large and steady hand grabbed the back of his shirt and hauled him back to his feet. The sudden movements had him reeling from dizziness, but the hand between his shoulders prevented him from falling backwards again.
“You’ve been out since lunch, where the hell have you been?” Flynn didn’t even get to answer, trying to catch his breath. No matter how much air he inhaled, his lungs demanded for more. “Hey, look at me.” He didn’t even have a chance to move his body, before his father had forcefully faced him. “Christ, you’re wasted.” Shame burned in the bottom of his stomach, or maybe it was all the alcohol. Flynn turned his head away from his father, but the older man just wrapped his arms around him instead.
Between the frigid November air, his father’s warmth felt overwhelming and enveloping all at once. He was not just a shitty student or a nameless face that people talked with occasionally, and his dad didn’t feel like a shell that Flynn would eventually grow into. The house didn’t feel like an empty coffin for that moment. “Let’s get you inside. It’s fuckin’ cold.” Flynn nodded, head down as his father guided him into the house.
Taking Accountability
"Love is a gentle thing,
yours is thicker than a velvet ring"
Being a new father is hard. Maybe even more so when it's in a relationship like Flynn and Jen's. Tough shit yk. Doesn't mean he'll ever leave his daughter behind though.
Beg For Forgiveness
I want you to know I'm sorry
I'm sorry for making you worry so much
I'm sorry, I wish I could do more
This is Jesse. He has issues. He belongs to @m00nfr3ak! You might find him with one of my OC soon.
OC Drop #1
Just want to put this out here so I have somewhere to put it :)
This is my hero OC, Nathan Madison. He's a sweetheart, and a dork. He's been thru hell so please be nice to him <3
Here's some things about him!
Nathan is a young American, working as a sidekick/hero under his mentor Voltage/Adam Tolzmann. He may come off as quiet, perhaps apprehensive and nervous, you've just got to befriend him to see what an absolute sweetheart he is! Nate is a big family man, loves his brother and dedicates a lot of time to his friends. Despite how much he gives into his relationships, it seems that it isn't necessarily returned, despite how hard he tries. This mostly applies to his brother, but it's easy to see how underappreciated he is between his brother and his aunt.
During Nate's work, he's pretty serious and gives lots of effort into his job. However, despite how media portrays the father-son relationship may be with his mentor, it may not be the truth. Nate is aware of something he's not supposed to know of.
Fun fact- He's multilingual, knowing little Spanish and decent french. English is his first language:)
More stuff to be added later, I promise <3