#ian patrick

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Designers: Michael Cotten, Prairie Prince

Photographer: Ian Patrick

They've got the same treatment, and i like them both sm

In my head it would be normal for him to get scared since he’s unfamiliar with awakened stuff, but a small part of me thinks that he would unexpectedly be a ghost and supernatural nerd and would geek out fanboy🤣🤣 what do you think?

Ian, jetlegged, had his eyes closed as you leaned on his shoulder and watching yout video,not bothered by the audio being on 10

''DO you have watch that?''Ian said, annoyed.

'Welcome to the bad girlsclub,bad girls'

''....yeah''

You tagged along with Ian to South korea,this time jsut for sight seeing.

''You know that we are here jsut because my brother wanted to see Jiyoung...and your too tired to continue the pranks'' He said.

''....1. i can get sick if i use it too much and 2., its south-korea..iwant to see it myself''

He sighed

''...too bad i have to meet this random kid''

''What kid?''

''....Some guy named Jiwoo or something.....he's Kayden Break's protoge.....apprearly our age''

''..woo..w...WOWW why you never told me?'' You said.

''...You can tag along''

''Duh''

Ian cracked one eye open when he felt you jolt against his shoulder. “Don’t tell me you’re excited now.”

You were already sitting up straighter, phone forgotten. “Kayden Break’s protégé. Kayden. Break. Ian, that’s like meeting the final boss’ chosen one! And you just—what—forgot to mention it?”

Ian groaned, head thunking lightly against the bus window. “Because I didn’t care? He’s apparently nice. Quiet. Not our problem.”

You grinned slowly, the way Ian had learned to dread. “Nice. Quiet. Not used to ghosts.”

His head snapped toward you. “…No.”

“Yes.”

“Y/N, you said you were too tired to prank—”

“I said too tired to keep pranking you and your brother. This is different. This is cultural exchange.” You wiggled your fingers in the air, mimicking ghostly mist. “South Korea’s first taste of me.”

Ian dragged a hand down his face. “I just wanted to meet the kid, say hi, not… unleash you.”

“Relax. We’ll do something small. Float behind him maybe. Whisper his name.” You leaned in, eyes sparkling. “Worst case, he freaks out and clings to you. Best case… he freaks out and clings to you.”

He looked skyward like he was asking for strength. “He’s Kayden Break’s student. If his mentor finds out you made him scream—”

“Kayden’s injured right now; what’s he gonna do, hiss at me?” You said it sweetly, then patted his chest. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

Ian mumbled something about regretting every life choice that led him here but didn’t actually say no.

You tugged on his sleeve as you whined until he finally looked down at you. “Why are you acting like this? We come in a package, Ian.”

He blinked, unimpressed. “A package I didn’t order.”

“You signed up for lifetime subscription when you asked me out.” You gave him the most offended look you could muster. “No refunds.”

Ian’s mouth twitched like he wanted to smile but refused to encourage you. “I just don’t want to traumatize some random kid.-”

''Dont lie to meeeeee''

''Fine, we cant be pulling pranks now,remember what grandpa told us?''

''I actually didnt listen''

''....me neither''

''But-''

''No but-

“He’s Kayden Break’s disciple, babe. If he can survive being mentored by a cranky murder cat, he can handle a cute ghost popping out at him.” You grinned, tugging him again until he finally started walking.

“Cute ghost,” he muttered. “You say that like you’re harmless.”

You gasped dramatically. “I am harmless!”

“You made my brother cry last week.”

“He was asking for it,” you said sweetly, and he sighed but let you hook your arm through his.

By the time the two of you reached the café where Jiwoo was supposed to meet Ian, your excitement was practically buzzing off you. Ian stopped just before the door and gave you a look—the classic don’t start trouble look.

You only smiled wider. “No promises.”

Shinwa’s courtyard looked like something out of a drama—clean stone, neat trees, and a few students wandering past with phones in hand. Ian shoved his hands into his pockets and muttered, “Whole building feels like awakeneds.”

You floated a little closer to him, not quite visible to anyone else. “You’re nervous.”

“I’m cautious.” His eyes flicked toward the entrance. “Kid should be here any second.”

That was when Jiwoo came jogging up—soft brown hair bouncing, messenger bag half open, wide grin already on his face.

“Hi! You’re Ian, right? Sorry I’m late, I—” He stopped dead. His eyes flickered around, confused. “Uh… did you bring someone? I feel… cold?”

You grinned and let the veil slip just enough that your outline shimmered into view beside Ian.

Jiwoo squeaked. Actually squeaked. Hands shot up defensively as he stumbled back a step. “Wh—WOAH! Ghost??”

Ian pinched the bridge of his nose. “Y/N…”

But before you could even cackle, Jiwoo’s whole face changed. Shock melted into pure excitement. “Waitwaitwait— are you an actual spirit manifestation?!” His eyes went huge, sparkling. “Do you have a core temperature drop? Can you phase through material? Oh my gosh, do you produce EMF? Can—can I ask questions??”

You blinked, mid–boo. “…Uh.”

He was already circling you (keeping a respectful distance but obviously vibrating with nerd energy). “Your aura’s amazing. Are you bonded to Ian’s energy signature? How long have you existed post-mortem? Can you choose visibility?”

Ian’s head thunked back in defeat. “This was supposed to be a scare.”

You, recovering from shock, slowly grinned. “So… you’re not freaked out?”

Jiwoo laughed, sheepish but thrilled. “I mean, yeah, for like two seconds. But this is so cool! I’ve read about awakened who can interact with spirits, but an actual independent ghost—this is like meeting a cryptid!”

You leaned toward Ian, whispering just loud enough for Jiwoo to hear, “I like him.”

Ian,betrayed

Jiwoo beamed. “Can you float through that tree? No pressure, just—wow—this is amazing!”

Jiwoo was practically vibrating as he pulled a small notepad from his bag. “Okay, okay—so can you change your temperature at will? Have you ever tried manipulating electric currents? I read one case where spirits can—”

You slowly turned to Ian with the most I-might-have-made-a-mistake look humanly (and ghostly) possible.

“…I thought he’d scream,” you whispered, eyes darting back to Jiwoo, who was now scribbling excitedly. “Why isn’t he screaming?”

“Because,” Ian muttered, “you picked a paranormal nerd.”

Jiwoo finally looked up, beaming. “Oh! Sorry, am I asking too much? I just—this is incredible. Do you know how rare this is?!”

You hovered closer to Ian and stage-whispered, “Abort mission?”

He tilted his head toward the sky, smug. “Nope. You wanted this.”

Jiwoo’s eyes widened. “Wait—you two were trying to scare me?” Then he laughed, warm and good-natured. “That’s… actually kind of awesome. But wow, no way I’m scared. This is like meeting Bigfoot and getting to interview them!”

You sighed dramatically and hid your face against Ian’s shoulder. “I have never failed a haunt so badly.”

i’m delirious i wrote this at 2 if it’s complete shit i’m sorfy also i chose ian bc i think ive already done something in line with sucheon and asher in relationships

Ian Patrick Relationship Hc

yapper bf. will not shut up. will never shut up. always has something to say and makes sure you’re listening.

good thing is he’s not clinically insane like the rest of the awakened ones so he does have a pretty good sense of boundaries and normalcy in relationships

also relatively self assured and chill so he doesn’t need to be constantly lavished in attention/compliments and doesn’t get insecure easily

does get very possessive though. he’s one of those guys who doesn’t believe in “boy/girl best friends”

also really fucking funny. if you want a funny boyfriend you’ve hit the jackpot. has the most insane diabolical insults and one liners you’ve ever heard.

playful and likes playing pranks on his s/o. if you don’t like it you’ll have to draw that boundary clearly

he has chronic youngest sibling behavior wherein he will subtly look for your approval or validation in what he does. like he cracks a joke and then waits for your reaction. he’ll tell you something he did and make sure you approve of it. he can live without it, but looking to you for validation is like a knee jerk reaction for him

gets comfortable with you very fast. the “try to act perfect in the honeymoon stage with your s/o” stage is very short lived for him.

very big on physical touch. always got a hand on you somewhere and gets lowkey offended if you try to swat him away

can be forgetful or careless but it’s not on purpose.

somewhat amenable to reason, so communication isn’t a nightmare. if your argument makes logical sense to him, he’ll understand and apologize quickly with 0 strings.

So Veremonte and Jurion don't know about her so Ian pulls her into pulling pranks all over the place.

And uses her to get snacks, drinks, that he's not allowed to have.

Ian Patrick and his ghost girlfriend Shenanigans I

Your wish is my command

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''Ian...''

The boy inside the large room looked around when he heard a voice.

''Y/n...come in'' He said.

You slipped through the wall and in his room

''Hellloo'' You said,laying on his bed.

Ian smiled and laid next to you, pecking his lips for a kiss.

''So,whats up? Annoying your obsessed older brother?'' You asked.

''Nah,he went to south-korea for a ''bussiness'' trip,in simple words stalk that Shinwa head'' He explained.

''...Welp..and your grandfather?''

''...in his office...doing whatever..'' He said.

''...Sooooo.....horror films and snacks?'' You asked with hope.

He looked at you and smirked.

Nighttime

You said snuggled against Ian watching the horrors story. Once again the female protaganist fell on the ground.

''oh hell nwah'' You said, eaeting your popcorn.

'''...hey....''

''..bye''

'''No wait-he paused the movie- we ran out of snacks'' He said.

''for real?'' You looked around and indeed there were no snacks anymore.

''....you know what that means''

''....omg...last we got ca-''

“Operation Frostbyte is a go.”

Ian whispered the words with the giddy grin of someone who was absolutely not supposed to be doing what he was about to do. You were crouched behind him, entirely invisible, one hand resting against the back of his hoodie.

“Y’know,” you said, your voice audible only to him, “you could just ask for snacks like a normal person.”

He turned to look over his shoulder, eyes glinting with mischief. “But where’s the fun in that?”

You sighed, half amused. “Alright, what’s the mission?”

“Objective: Chocolate and Oreos and nerds,nerds cluster if you find them. Target: the main kitchen. They are in the left cabin next to the fridge

You blinked. “The one cabin you once broke?”

“I didn’t break it last time,” he said defensively. “It broke while I was near it. That that thing decided to come of its hinges is not my fault.”

You laughed quietly and phased through the nearest wall while Ian ducked around the corner, keeping lookout for the butlers and maids of the household. You emerged on the other side—transparent and untouchable—and stuck your hand into the cabin. You phased it right through the wood, solidified it just long enough to grab the forbidden chocolate bar, and phased back out, the snack cradled smugly in your palm.

You handed it off the moment you popped back through the wall beside him.

Ian gasped. “You’re the best girlfriend in the world.”

“I better be,” you said, smirking.

Later, you both perched on top of the roof, watching Veremonte below through the skylight.Out of view or to stop them.

“Ian…” you warned as he pulled out a water balloon.

“I’m not throwing it,” he lied easily. “You are.”

You blinked. “Oh my god.”

“With a twist,” he added, grinning as he held out the balloon. “Freeze it a little first.”

You rolled your eyes but obliged, letting a chill run through your fingers. The water inside slushed up, just semi-frozen enough to be spectacularly annoying.

In seconds, you vanished from sight.

Inside the building, Jurion was reading a tablet. Peaceful. Focused. Until the cold balloon phased through the ceiling and burst directly on his head.

Ian wheezed as Jurion jumped up, looking around wildly, hair soaked and icy.

Veremonte stepped out seconds later. “Who did this?!”

Ian was already leaning back against the roof tiles, feigning boredom. “Dunno, sir. Probably a ghost.”

You laid upside down on his bed.

''I have the best idea'' He annouced.

''wha?''

''.....my brother is haunted''

''No he isnt''

''....my brother is haunted''

'''haunted...... how?''

When Jurion was asleep,Ian slipped inside his room with a marker. With a logo he searched on the internet he drew it on jurion arm. Snickering he left.

you to whisper "hello" to Jurion in his sleep. The poor guy woke up confused.

Until the air grows colder.

Frost creeps along the edge of his water glass. His closet door creaks open slowly.

From under the bed, your voice whispers:

Y/N (soft, distorted)“...Juuuurion...why did you mark me?”

Jurion bolts upright, breathing fast.

JURION“NOPE. Absolutely not.”

She touched his ankle

He sprints out of the room barefoot, flashlight swinging wildly.

Later during breakfast

Ian is calmly sipping juice as Veremonte reads the paper. Jurion walks in with dark circles under his eyes, twitchy and visibly shaken.

IAN“Morning, sunshine. Rough night?”

JURION“I didn’t sleep. There’s something in this house.”

VEREMONTE“Was it the cat again?”

JURION“It spoke to me! It said I marked it!”

Ian nearly spits out his drink.

IAN “You didn’t mark the ghost, did you? That’s, like…rule number one of ghost etiquette.-WHAT IS THAT ON YOUR ARM”

the demonic seal,aka a cat on a garbage bin with some stars.

''Brother...th...thats not good'' Ian said.

''what do you mean?''

''.....what did you do?'' Ian pressed

''did wah-''

''WHAT DID YOU DO?!''ian pressed harder,creating tension

''Ian,whats the matter?'' Veramonte asked.

''Brother is cursed!''

''cursed?!''Jurion

''Ian,curses dont exist''Veramonte said,cutting his food.

''awakend powers exist,and so does curses. Brother,this curse happens when you you are doing evil to gain someone's love!'' Ian said.

''I...I..WHAT?!'' Jurion said.

''....that Shinwa girl probably did it''

''..what...no, Jiyoung would ne-''

''You think she wouldnt want to get you off her back?'' Ian said. Slowly jurion started to believe and got paranoid.

''..stage 2...completed'' Ian thought to himself.

INT. HALLWAY – NIGHT

Jurion walks cautiously through the hallway, glancing over his shoulder. The lights flicker once… twice.

A cold breath brushes the back of his neck.

“…Nope. Nope. I’m not doing this tonight—”Jurion whispered.

Suddenly, one of the portraits on the wall shifts — ever so slightly.

Jurion turns sharply, and when he sees nothing, he starts walking faster.

He passes a mirror. His reflection doesn’t match his movements. It waves at him.

He yelps and stumbles back.

INT. IAN’S ROOM – SAME TIME

Ian is giggling silently on his bed, watching the security feed on his tablet.

“Y/N, you are the love of my life.”

Over comms, he hears your voice—low, whispery, and playfully creepy.

Y/N (over comms)

“Shall I whisper his name in the vent next?”

“Make it really breathy. And add an echo.”Ian said.

Eventually, Jurion cornered Ian.

“There is something in this building,” he hissed. “I saw my drink vanish. The cup lifted off the table and floated out of the room.”

Ian nodded solemnly. “Poltergeist. Tragic, really. I think it’s attached to you.”

“What do i do?!.”Jurion asked.

Jurion grabs Ian’s sleeve, desperate.

“What do I do?!”Jurion asked desperate.

Ian places a hand on his shoulder with fake solemnity.

“There’s only one way to remove a phantom's curse.”Ian said,shrugging.

“Tell me!”Jurion said.

“…Apologize. With cookies. Triple chocolate. Left on the staircase. At midnight. In a ritual circle of glitter.”Ian said.

''Will it work,how do you know that?''

''....reddit...''

''....''

''Are you really question me on this?''

LaterJurion placed triple chocolate cookies packaged worth have his lineage left on the staircase. Slowly he backed away where Ian was.

''You are sure,this works?''He asked.

Ian nodded

''trust me,by tommorow you wont have a mark anymore''

Later that night Y/n slipped through the door of Jurion and gentle wiped the mark away.

[victory music]

Both sat on a hill watching the sunset with piles of cookies.

'And the award to best girl girlfriend goes to Y/n motherfucking L/n''He said,drinking milk.