#Isabella will stand up too along the rest

[hipsterteller]

A reason why you shouldn't piss Trein off...

Abuela-The magic is dying and it's because of you!

-Mirabel gasp as Ace comfort her and Deuce wanted to threat her but then, Trein stop him-

Deuce-professor?

Trein-take Mirabel back to NRc, get her stuff at nursery, and go..do you understand?

Deuce-yes sir, Jack help me...Sebek lower your voice, Ortho can you provide her something? Call Epel so he can bring the apples...

Ortho-of course!

Sebek-you got it.

Jack-right...

-As soon they did, Alma watch as they drag Mirabel away from casita. Alma was about to catch her when Trein gave her this glare:

This shock her and the rest shiver down as Alma swore she saw a devil in him-

Trein-you...have no rights to call her out on that, and pressuring your grandchildren and your children.

Alma-and how would you know?!

Trein-Because I am a father of two children and nephew who suffered because of my daughter cruelty!

-He raise his voice as he control his anger, his mind flooded back of his nephew when Yuu told him about Cater situation and the mother's cruelty. Alma is shaken as Trein took a deep breathe for second and glare at her-

Trein-what your doing is harming them especially for Mirabel, because she's not special? You also told the others about this wasn't it? From what I heard from my students is enough to make me see your ugly nature...-turn to the others- you are not the fault of this, but rather a victim of her cruelty...and as for you...-glare at Alma- Don't ever set foot of Night Raven College, don't ever go near to Mirabel, and Don't even think of sending a letter...good day.

-He walk away as he swore he saw his nephew had took a video and dash off he didn't care but what he did may help to protect Mirabel from cruel nature of her abuela...-

-that's all that matters...for her well being and all...but before he did hop in, Bruno approach him-

Bruno-wait!! -panted- oh boy...give me a minute...-takign a few breathes-

Trein-you must be Bruno, son of Alma and uncle to Madrigals correct?

Bruno-yes, is it alright if me and Antonio visit her?

-Trein looked down at the boy behind Bruno's leg and smile-

Trein-you may, Mirabel would be happy to see someone who stand up or go against Alma...

-Bruno smile and carry Antonio as they visit Mirabel at Ramshackle-

[thef1diary]

Little Big Fan | Eleven

— Little Big Schooldays

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wc: 2k

The last few days felt like a dream, one that you never wanted to wake up from.

Every morning after your date night, Max would come over with a coffee for you and a doughnut for your daughter. Then, he'd greet you with a kiss before entering your home. "Hm, I could get used to that," you told him, already having a great start to the day.

However, your morning didn't start like that today. Instead of you, Max was greeted by Isabella. "Good morning, princess," he ruffled her hair until she slapped his hands away—a moment they always shared whenever they met.

"This is for you," he passed her the doughnut. Isabella excitedly took it out of the wrapper, thanking him as soon as she took a bite.

"Maxy," she began and he turned to face her, "yes?" She chuckled before she even got the words out, "why do you come over everyday?"

Max frowned, "do you not like it?" He asked, but Isabella shook her head quickly, "I mean, why don't me, you and mama have a sleepover instead?"

"You want me to stay over?" he asked, smiling. He wanted clarification, even though he knew what she meant. Unbeknownst to her, his heart was bursting with happiness. Although the dynamics between him and Isabella remained the same after you began dating Max—mostly because she didn't know of it yet—he was extremely concerned about Isabella's reaction to him. So knowing she liked him now gave him hope that she would still want him around after you reveal the relationship.

Isabella nodded, "yes! We will have so much fun." He nodded along with her, "we can ask your mom later."

Max noticed your absence in the room, "speaking of, where's your mama?" He asked your daughter.

"She's working in her office," Isabella spoke, sitting on the couch to savour her doughnut.

Knowing his way around your house now, Max found you working away in your office with your head buried in paperwork.

He knocked on the doorframe to grab your attention since the door itself was open and he was met with a tired smile from you. "Is it morning already?" You questioned as he rounded the desk, and you were too tired to stand up so he crouched down and wrapped his arms around you.

You reached up as much as you could to wrap your arms around his shoulders. "Have you been working all night?" He asked, his voice slightly muffled as his head rested in the crook of your neck.

Parting away, you shrugged, eyeing the two empty cans of energy drinks on the floor. Technically, it was Max's fault that you had to keep a stock of it at home. Grazing your cheek with his thumb, he sighed, "you need to go to sleep right now."

You pulled away entirely, turning your chair to face your laptop and began typing away again. "I can't, I have so much to do," you shook your head as you spoke.

Max muttered your name, "c'mon, let's go to bed," he suggested and when you stopped typing, he assumed that you'd agree.

Noticing the time, you gasped, "I have to get Bella ready for school!" A yawn left your mouth as you spoke, and Max immediately knew right then that he had to get you to your room as soon as possible.

He grasped on to the back of your chair, dragging it away from the desk so you could no longer touch any keys on the laptop nor any papers. "Max!" You exclaimed, trying to reach something to stop moving but he made a sound of protest. "No ma'am, you are going to bed right now."

You didn't stop trying to convince him otherwise by listing out all the tasks you had to do for the day but he didn't budge. "You need energy to do those tasks and that is exactly why you need to rest," he finalized, stopping the chair once it was right next to your bed.

"What about Isabella?" You asked, and Max didn't even hesitate for a moment before replying, "I'll drop her to school."

He looked at you with a pointed gaze, gesturing for you to move from the chair to the bed, and you huffed before complying. "What about her breakfast and lunch? Oh and her hair too," you stressed, wanting to get up and continue your usual morning routine.

Max, however, pulled the blanket up to your shoulders and pressed his lips against yours to quiet down all the thoughts running through your mind. "Like I said, I'll do it," he stated after parting away.

"Will you come back after?" Looking at your face, Max desperately wanted to stay, but he was also looking forward to his new responsibilities. "Of course."

You called out his name as he turned to leave, but a yawn interrupted your words. With a tired smile on your face, you muttered, "thank you."

Walking back downstairs, Max called out to Isabella. "You're going to have to help me out here, I'm taking you to school today." She perked up once she heard his words, although with confusion taking over her expressions. "Why, what happened to mama?"

Max headed towards the kitchen with Isabella right on his tail. "Your mama is very tired so we’re going to let her sleep," he told her. He watched as Isabella thought for a moment before shrugging, "okay."

"Great, I'll make breakfast, you go change," he suggested and earned a nod from the little girl. "Are you going to do my hair?" She asked before walking backwards towards the stairs. "I'll try," he spoke truthfully and shrugged, making Isabella laugh.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Max called out since she had already begun climbing the stairs. "Pancakes!" He heard her yell back in response.

Then it was quiet. Max sighed, looking around the kitchen, "pancakes, okay, you can do this."

Fortunately, he knew a recipe from one of his friends, and began preparing the ingredients. In the process, his phone buzzed with a text, from you. "Are you sure you don't need help?"

He sighed, almost chuckling at your persistence. "This is the one and only time I don't want you to text me. Go to sleep"

He was relieved that he had not received any messages after that, and he resumed mixing the pancake batter. The first few pancakes were crispier than usual, and were nowhere near the proper shape. He placed it away on his plate and tried again to cook up appealing ones for Isabella.

Isabella tiptoed downstairs to avoid waking you up. "Look, Maxy," she twirled to show off the outfit she was wearing. "Very nice, princess," Max commented.

Fortunately, you had already chosen her outfit the night before, which made it easier for her to get dressed this morning. "Can you make two braids for me?"

Max paused his actions and looked at her with a wide eyed expression, "two braids?"

Isabella sat up on the bar stool, placing down the items she held in her hand on the countertop. It included various clips, bows, hair ties, and a comb. She brought everything down that you usually used in her hair to make it easier for Max.

She had no idea, however, that the poor guy was trying to figure out how to make not one, but two braids. He was mostly used to his nephews, and even then when they cried, he'd hand them over to his sister. Despite having a younger sister, he has never learnt anything about hairstyles or other such things surprisingly.

That made him realize he wanted to learn, albeit not right away, but he did want to learn all the basic skills for situations such as this.

"I can make a normal ponytail?" He suggested instead, and Isabella thought for a moment before responding with another question, "will you still add the clips?"

"Of course!" He could do that, it shouldn't be too hard. She nodded in agreement, and Max placed the plate stacked with pancakes doused in maple syrup in front of her.

As Isabella ate, Max packed her lunch. Truthfully, he was scrambling around, glancing at the clock every few seconds to ensure that he wasn't running late.

"Maxy?" Isabella started, a small pout forming on her lips. "Do I have to go to school today?"

"Do you have a good reason to not go?" Max countered, debating whether he should agree with her or not. "I'm tired," she stated or more so questioned and Max had to stop himself to chuckling.

"I think you're lying, Bella," Max decided and Isabella sighed loudly, "but why do I have to go today?"

"Your mama will think that I can't follow instructions to send you to school," he spoke truthfully. That caused Isabella to chuckle, "are you going to get in trouble?"

"If you don't go, yes," he nodded. "Okay, then I'll go."

It took Max three tries to make a ponytail before Isabella was satisfied with the result. The first time it was too bumpy, and the second time it was pulled too tight.

He scattered a few clips in her hair, and once she looked in the mirror and held a thumbs up in response, Max felt like he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He buckled Isabella into the car seat after making sure she had everything she needed. In order to avoid problems in the future, he had recently purchased a carseat fit for a six year old to put in his car.

"Are you gonna drive fast?" Isabella asked, and Max glanced at her through the mirror with a grin. He didn't reply; instead, he quickly accelerated and saw the cheerful delight light up her face. Granted that he had prioritized their safety, it is evident that he wasn't speeding up excessively but it was still fast enough for Isabella.

Isabella guided Max toward the main entrance while she held his hand, primarily to ensure he wouldn't be left behind. A teacher stood by the door, holding it for all the students entering. Once she spotted Isabella and Max, she smiled brightly.

"Good morning, Miss," Isabella greeted, but her teacher's gaze was only on Max. "Good morning, I have never seen you here before," the teacher told him, introducing herself.

Isabella stood there with crossed arms, watching how Max shuffled closer to the little girl as he spoke to the teacher. "Maxy," she interrupted, immediately gaining his attention.

She extended her arms for a hug, and an attempt to bring an end to the conversation. He crouched and placed his arms around her. "I don't like her," Isabella said, eliciting a chuckle from him.

"I'll see you soon, Bella," Max stated, and watched the teacher lead her inside the school. "Let's go Bella," he could hear the teacher's words but Isabella's response surprised him even further. "My name is Isabella, only the people I like can call me Bella."

Returning home, Max dashed upstairs to your bedroom as fast and quietly as possible, sighing in relief when he noticed you were still asleep. He paused for a moment, unsure whether to climb in or not. But then he recalled your conversation earlier in which you said that you wanted him to return, so he drew the blankets back on his side of the bed and settled down.

A few minutes later, you turned around to face him, eyes still closed but you rested your arm over his chest. "Thank you," you sleepily mumbled. He brushed his fingers through your hair, "you're welcome."

Max usually didn't take naps during the day, but with the cozy atmosphere in your room, he couldn't help but fall asleep with you in his arms.

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Spoiled Memories

The sound of your favorite song drowns out the sound of your heavy breathing. Life in Haddonfield had become too much once again. Your mind was clouded with thoughts of what happened earlier.

"Do you know  Michael Myers?" Dr.Loomis asked Y/N as she sat across from the 'shape' as some call him. "Yes sir.." Her voice had gotten quite like usual. "Would you like to elaborate?"

"We were friends in Elementary."

"Good friends?" This has peaked the Psychiatrist's interest; the only friend Michael was known to have was his mother.

"I guess he was my only friend besides family. We spent all our time together if that's what you're asking."

Your head began pounding from the lack of oxygen, as you rest your hands on your knees to catch your breath a deep sense of sadness washes over you.

Michael wasn't someone you could forget, he was your best friend. After leaving Haddonfield you weren't the same for years. Once you finally got your grounding your brother had gone missing and no one seemed to care. You'd gotten your breath of fresh air and you suddenly began drowning once again.

Slowly you started to jog picking up the pace as your nose tingles and you feel tears coming. It wasn't fair why did all of this happen to you? Wasn't your parents leaving you bad enough? What did you do to deserve such pain?

'Everything is going to be fine. I'll find him and leave this town and it's dark past behind.' You told yourself in order to not lose all the progress you had made over the years.

Your quick run had come to an end at your doorstep where Elvis was waiting.

Sitting in bed Y/N began to think if everything was truly worth it. Her phone showed 4:25 AM which lit up her dark room. Deciding the money was worth it she dragged herself out of bed.

"Hey Isabella." You say with a yawn as your friend groans loudly while setting her bag down. "I just wanna go home." She whines while leaning back against the wall. "What if we just quit and leave?"

"You have to meet Michael again today don't you?" You nod while sighing loudly. "Don't get murdered shit girl. You aren't getting paid enough for that."

To start the work day the girls made their way down the hall towards the dining room. Like usual it was mainly empty, breakfast wasn't a popular meal in this place. Most people preferred to sleep instead of eating the mush they serve.

"So where are you took next week off right?" Y/N nods while setting a cup in front of a patient. "Yeah I'm leaving town for a couple days. Can you still watch Elvis?"

"Absolutely I've been dying to see your house. I heard you moved into that two story out on Benlumpkin road. That place is massive compared to my apartment."

Y/N's palms start to sweat  as she stands outside the double doors.

"He's in his room today."

"Hm?" She turns around to see Dr. Loomis with his hands behind his back. "He wouldn't come out of his room. So I was hoping you could speak to him. It might encourage him to speak once again after such a long period."

"I guess I could.." Picking at the skin around her nails while walking next to the doctor. "Don't worry I'll talk to Mrs. Shalley to give you a raise." The silence between the two grew loud as they reached the end of the hall.

"Ladies first." Y/N walks through the steel door and into Michaels room. "Hey.." The room was more silent than ever.    Y/N takes the opportunity to look around the room. Masks cover the walls, each one different from the last. "Remember that one you used to wear as a kid?"

Tracing her finger along a mask before walking over to the desk where Michael was sitting. The one on the table before him was solid black. "What's up with this one?" He doesn't even notice her or pretends not to.

Moments of silence pass before Y/N walks over to the door. "Doctor Loomis I don't see this benefitting anyone."  He'd been standing in the doorway watching the awkward one sided interaction. "Do you think he'd harm you if he had the chance?"

Thinking about it Y/N answers. "Probably not but I haven't seen him since her murdered a bunch of people, so maybe. Why?"

Dr. Loomis shuts the door with her inside. "We're going to try something new!" The demented man says through the thick metal door. "What?! I didn't agree to this!" She whisper yells in anger in the sudden betrayal. "Don't worry the guards are right outside. Try to get him to speak! We'll give it thirty minutes or so and see what happens."

"If you don't let me out of here right now I'll sue." The doctor puts his hand to his ear to gesture that he can't hear. "You heard me two seconds ago! Let me out!" She slams her hand on the door before noticing the shift in the eyes of the man in front of her.

Y/N turns around to be met face to chest with Michael. "Damn." It was an automatic response to the giant in front of her. "Shit dude. You can't sneak up on people like that."

Going around the side of him Y/N takes a closer look at his room. "These people want us to talk y'know? Like that's gonna help you barely spoke when we were kids." After not receiving a response as expected, she turns around to see the monster in the same spot.

"I don't know what to say.." She trails off with a sign. "I never do."

Attempting to keep the silence at bay Y/N speaks up again. "Do you remember that day we met, when I snuck into the boys bathroom?"

[bnbc]

i was prowling through Isabella's tag cos oml i love her (warhammer ocs my beloved <33) and i was wondering what's her relationship like with the rest of the companions from the game? i'd like to hear the dramas between her team if there is any lmao

omg, thank you so much!

Such a great question! I have to confess I was so lazer-focused on Heinrix explaining Iza’s mechanical traits to make sense narrative-wise, I paid little attention to the rest of the team, but I do have some bits!

I have to note, that companions from the 3rd chapter stayed in the 3rd chapter, so Iza didn’t collect all the pokemon. She maintains a good and respectful relationship with all the bridge officers, but her best man is High Factotum Janris Danrok, they spend hours discussing trade partners, contracts, and ship logistics.

But, back to the main team!

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“Abelard gave me a space to grow, even though it was Theodora-shaped.”

Abelard, my Abelard! They had some rough moments in the beginning when Iza felt like he tried to make her into Theodora's substitute and argued with him to insist on her position's duty and privilege. At the same time, she was checking his reactions to her actions and was relieved every time Abelard approved her. 

I think I already cracked this joke, but who’s gonna stop me? Abelard was in her team all the time along with Heinrix, and this is the most accurate picture of how the three of them looked: 

Ofc she did everything for Abelard’s family, and when he asked for retirement, she let him go on condition, that he would train his replacement personally because who could do it better then the best seneschal ever?

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"Sanctioned or not, Idira is one of us. She proved her will and deserved the right to walk her path the way she wants. End of discussion."

Idira was… intriguing. Too different from Iza in a matter of personality and life experience to seek her close friendship, Idira gained her eternal respect for surviving for so long for having the will strong enough to keep the chaotic mind of her in line. Well, most of the time.

And when her breakdown happened, Isabella stood for her. Said, everybody can slip and everybody deserves a second chance. Time proved her right when both of the sanctioned psykers of her team had their own moments of losing control, hehe.

Anyway, never a close friend but a friend indeed, and one of few people who understand, Idira had a place in Iza’s team to the very end of her life.

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"Sister Argenta reminds me of His wrath... and of His grace as well."

Argenta, with all the respect, makes Isabella feel uneasy. Reminds her that even though Isabella’s faith is strong, this alone might not be enough. (Ye, Iza sits on Iconoclast and Dogmatic chairs at the same time; she’s not too religious but she is a believer, which I think is close to heresy by WH40k standards anyway)

But gladly Argenta often stands up for protecting innocent people, and Isabella takes a breath of relief. 

i haven’t decided how to play through chapter 3 confession and its consequences yet, so sis is under development xD

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"Lady Cassia... is hard to be around. I can only hope that the little time I can spend with her is enough to fulfill the Lord Captain's obligations to her Navigator."

Oh, oh, oh! Cassia is Isabella’s walking nightmare. Imagine yourself keeping your mental blocks 24/7 so as not to hear the noise of people's thoughts, and then meeting Cassia who casually floods you with her emotions. Isabella lost her shit during their first meeting.

Iza feels for Cassia, she really does, but she can not tolerate her presence for a long time. She tries her best for her navigator to feel welcomed onboard (look, you need to keep your Navi happy, all right), but mostly uses servants and Abelar as proxy people to communicate with Cass.

Why didn’t Iza change a navigator is a good question. I haven't found the answer yet.

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“I… That planet two systems ago when we got ambushed, I had to connect to Pasqal’s mind for faster coordination. I don’t want to comprehend what I saw.”

Pasqal is complicated to understand, like most of admechs. Iza tries her best to know them better, but so far her best connection is Abel. She spends a lot of time talking with him.

But mostly she just agrees on all the Pasqal requests of equipment and lets him collect and study whatever he wants (N. included)

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“Jae still can be useful.”

Everyone deserves a second chance in Iza’s book, but Jae used them all. The weight of her lies hit the critical mass at one point (remember, Janris Danrok is Iza’s bridge bestie). 

Isabella didn’t take away Jae’s papers (they didn’t fly half of the expanse looking for seals just not to take benefits of those papers) and didn’t end their partnership at all, but Jae was sent out of the flagship to do her business from some other spot.

With a warning, that if she abuses von Valancius name for some really dirty business, the consequences will be… final. Jae was smart enough to see the line this time.

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“We are not talking about Yrliet again, Heinrix.”

IN THIS HOUSE WE DON’T TALK ABOUT YRLIET SHE JUST LIVES ON OUR SHIP AS AN AMULET OF LUCK

I’m a bit pissed that the game doesn't help me with giving reasons to keep Yra after the 3rd chapter, so I don’t know why Isabella let her stay except for her “second chance” rhetoric. I’m figuring this out. 

I mean in the 3rd chapter it was pretty much “we need everyone to survive” thinking, but later… idk yet, maybe something something cooperation is better than war. Something something I want to understand how aeldari thinks. Something something Yrliet’s voice is so cool! xDD

But I know that Iza and Yra were traveling together a long time after the end of the game.

The peak of character drama happens in the Dark City when Heinrix Abelard Yrliet and Argenta sit in a circle and each of them holds their neighbors' hands to prevent them from killing the opposite sitting person, Pasqal trying to comprehend xenotech and Iza suffering in the background because someone stolen her fav boots.

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR ASKING!!!

[filthforfriends]

Chapter 10

Alpha!Damiano x Omega!Reader

Word count: 7.7k

Day 1 of Silence

When Damiano’s stomach rumbled you got up from the bed, assuming he’d want to go eat. Based on the look in his eyes, he very much did not.

“Love, you need food. You have a freakish metabolism.” His expression didn’t change. “How about I get you something to eat and bring it back?” Dami reached for his computer. Why hadn’t that occurred to you? He opens up a document and begins typing.

I’m really sorry for scaring you earlier. I don’t expect you to be my maid. 

His expression is so earnest. You take his face in your hands and press your foreheads together for a second.

“I don’t feel like your maid. You’ve watched over me for a year, Dami.”

I don’t want to hide in my room.

“Okay, but it seems like you don’t want to leave either.” He pauses and sighs.

They’re all going to be standing there, waiting for me to say something. I feel like if I start talking all the pressure comes back. I’m also so exhausted that talking sounds impossible, but also panicked. 

“Panicked, why love?” You rub a hand along his back, the same way Damiano does when he’s trying to comfort you.

It’s all just too much. 

He stops typing and looks at you, pleading with his eyes that you understand. Of course you do and he can see that too.

“You feel trapped?” He nods. “Trapped because everyone expects you to speak. Trapped because if you start talking everything goes back to the way it was, which is how we ended up here.”

Yes. Trapped by my AD2. I have to play the perfect part in case something happens. My entire life is an insurance policy, but it's necessary.

“I’m – I know you’ve been raised to think that, but I wonder if it's true. There might be another way.”

There isn’t. 

He’s so sure, but you aren’t. However, anymore destabilizing today would be cruel, so you put that in your back pocket as something to research.

“I think you’re so courageous to participate in the world. You have so much life and passion inside. No one realizes how much.” He doesn’t type. Instead he just rests his head against yours and folds your hands together. He can’t always be by his computer. Even with a cell phone, this written text thing is going to get exhausting.

“Let’s figure out a way to communicate, just us. One tap for yes and two for no?” Tap. “Okay that's good.” Yes or no questions were the place to start. Dami opens his computer and types one-handed.

Three=maybe

“Okay.” There's a burning question you can’t resist asking. “Have the non-verbal episodes happened since you were diagnosed?” Tap. “So you must have stuff like this,” you raise your clasped hands, “with your parents.” Tap, tap. “It's just all been on devices?” Tap. That struck you as strange. This was a fuck of a lot easier and more accessible than typing.

There’s specialty devices, but I hate them. Docs called me treatment resistant.

“Well, fuck them.” Tap. Dami smiles, finally. You knew Isabella and Matteo weren’t trying to punish or silence Damiano. They were terrified, too. They had to be. Doing everything by the book was their only way to cope.

“As long as we’re holding hands, we can talk like there’s no one else in the room. Okay?” He nods, looking weary, but more willing. “So I can either go get us lunch, dinner, whatever meal it is. Or you can come with me and we’ll feel like zoo animals together, because I guarantee I’m getting weird looks too.” Tap.

“Okay, so I got our meeting with the board pushed by, so you’ll be able to play on a temporary basis. Our appointment with Dr. Khatri is Monday morning. I’ll pick you up after your first class and we should have you back to school by lunch.” Tap, tap. “Of course, I’ve booked you in with your normal therapist –” Tap, tap. “But we should also see the specialist about more treatment options. I was thinking y/n could be somewhat involved this time.” Tap. “Dinner should give us time to strategize. As for what happened today –”

“Woah, that’s a lot of information!” Isabella had started hurtling words at Damiano the minute you turned the corner. “And none of it was phrased like a question,” you observe pointedly. Sandro has disappeared, but both Dami’s parents stand in the kitchen. No wonder he didn’t want to eat. Isabella looks floored, like she never thought to ask Dami instead of telling him what she perceived to be in his best interests. Matteo seems to be more receptive. 

“Right, good point y/n. So, um…” He doesn’t know where to start, so you jump in. Physically putting yourself between Damiano and his parents, you speak gently.

“Do you want to continue playing soccer right now?” He nods, tapping your hand as well to confirm the answers. “Would you prefer waiting to meet with the collegiate board until you’re more verbal?” He shrugs his shoulders and taps three times. “Okay, let’s give you time to think about it. Are you okay with having a doctor’s appointment in the morning?” Damiano winces, but nods. “Do you feel ready to go to school on Monday?” He shakes his head and then commences a stare down between him and Isabella. You expect her to demand Dami go to school for appearances sake, but she folds. Meanwhile, Matteo looks terrified.

“Are you okay with meeting with your old therapist?” He shakes his head and Isabella moves to speak up, but Matteo raises a hand to stop her. “What about a different therapist?” He makes eye contact with his mother while nodding. This seems to calm her.

“Well when would you like to decide on a new therapist? I could pull everything up over dinner today and —” She’s interrupted by Damiano shaking his head. “But our past specialist is okay? Fine, alright,” she sighs. That seems to be an adequate amount of integration for the evening. Matteo herds her down the hall and into the bedroom. Luckily, it’s too far away to perceive any concerned whispering. Still, you poke your head around the corner and try to eavesdrop.

Damiano watches this and shakes his head in light-hearted disapproval. When you turn around he’s pulling cilantro and shallots out of the produce drawer.

“Are you cooking?” you gasp. Confidently, he fills a pot of water and puts it on the stove. Afterwards, he takes a container of pasta out of the refrigerator with a block of what you assume is parmesan.

“I’ve never had fresh pasta before.” Dami is absolutely scandalized, holding a hand to his heart in Italian offense. You try to chop the tomatoes, but he won’t let you near the knife. You argue for your competence and end up stuck on cilantro duty, picking leaves off the stem. Damiano sits you up on the counter right next to him while he slices, dices, and works over the stove. The domestic proximity is nice. It seems that this is a hobby he genuinely enjoys because he starts humming. Occasionally he’ll look up from stirring and smile when he sees himself being admired.

“This counts as our first date,” you decide. Dami cocks his head to the side. “Dates aren’t always at a restaurant. They can also be someone making you a nice dinner.” At the word nice, he rolls his eyes. “This is fancy!” Cue a secondary eye roll. “Oh, I’m sorry we’re not all Italians who can make sauce from scratch.” You reach a finger towards the sauce pan to taste and get your hand slapped away. He probably doesn’t want you to burn yourself, which is why you do the gesture again to annoy him. This time Dami growls a little while batting your hand away.

With a burdened sigh, he goes to the drawer, pulls out a spoon, and dips it in the pan. Damiano blows on the liquid to cool it before handing the utensil over. Deciding to annoy him further you try the sauce and gasp dramatically.

“Why didn’t you warn me this would be hot!?” He tries to glower, but it doesn’t work because he’s smiling at your dumbassery. Dami gives you a peck on the lips and you repeat yourself with much different inflection.

“Why didn’t you tell me this would be hot?” You wink, wiggling your eyebrows. Damiano mimes hitting his head on the oven hood, putting himself out of the misery that was your sense of humor. 

Day 2 of Silence

It was barely Sunday when he woke you for the first time. The word codependence had crossed your mind when it was just assumed you’d spent the night again. You hoped the David’s were reasonable people who reasonably wouldn’t expect a 15 year old omega to do all the emotional labor of comforting Damiano. Upon reflection, they absolutely were. Isabella reminded you to prioritize your well being and gave you an out daily. However, she also lacked soothing maternal instinct, even for an alpha. While soothing, Matteo didn’t possess Dami’s intensity and couldn’t begin to understand it. So he could only provide well-meaning platitudes that he learned in the effective communication section of a parenting book.

Regardless of efficacy, they were there, they were committed, and they’d seen Damiano through to the other side of episodes before. If you felt over your head, you’d put yourself here, right? Except that giving Damiano their best wasn’t necessarily giving him everything he needed. So while you weren’t socially obligated, you did experience Dami’s suffering viscerally, in a way no one else did. There was simply no way to love him, feel pain that you could alleviate, and do nothing. 

Which had landed you here, in Damiano’s bed at 12:36am. Wide-awake and contemplating it, because being marked by someone suffering so much emotional turmoil, was uncomfortable. How could Dami sleep was answered three minutes after you’d rolled away from to get some personal space. He woke up, anxious, about to say your name but the words got stuck. Instead he sought you out via that gravitational pull and exploratory hands.

His touch didn’t make you jump, because you’d heard Damiano shifting around by the rustling bedsheets. He was a pretty active sleeper, so you ignored the hand that came to rest on your arm, pulling on you weakly. When he tapped, you assumed his hand was trembling, moving in a dream. However, the repeated canine whines got you to check for a nightmare.

Damiano was awake, his eyes fluttering open and closed. He was panting, breath heavy like he might cry. 

“Love, did you have a nightmare?” He shakes his head. His exploratory hand is lightly stroking your hair where it rests.

“Do you want to snuggle?” Dami nods, leaning in closer already. Based on him not pulling you over, you guess that he wants to be on your chest. With Dami’s upper body halfway on yours, his breathing returns to normal. His soft snores in your ear lull you to sleep. Trying to cool down, your unconscious body eventually creates room between itself and Damiano. This time you barely wake up. Your arms were already positioned tightly against you in sleep. Dami just pulls you against his chest, getting your head under his chin. 

Only during the third time do you realize the issue, because Dami startles you awake. The sensation of someone touching your scent glands overpowers any other feelings of safety. You sit upright immediately, bleary eyed and scanning your surroundings. Two warm, smooth, and study arms wrap around your waist. The anxiety immediately plumates, body recognizing Damiano before your brain does a second later.

“You scared the shit out of me,” you pant. Damiano sits up as well, pulling your back against his chest. One hand goes to your hair. When he moves it to expose the right gland, your entire body tenses. Damiano scents you and your heart rate slows. You relax against him while he kisses everywhere but your scent gland for a couple moments. When his lips finally brush the area, you don’t jump, humming in delight at all these sensations. 

Finally, you get your bearings. It’s 3:11am and this is the third wakeup because Damiano can’t sleep unless you’re physically touching him. How the fuck is he gonna sleep tomorrow? Also, how the fuck are you gonna sleep? This level of clinginess had gone from endearing to claustrophobic.

“Baby, I need you to tell me what's going on.” Dam grabs his computer from the nightstand and begins typing.

Afraid you’ll be gone. 

“What kind of gone?” Admiring Dami’s profile he’s beautiful as ever, but he’s also tired. There are bags under his eyes, his skin looks older. You’re both squinting at the screen, painfully.

Everytime I wake up and we’re not touching, I panic that it became too much. When I try to fall asleep my anxiety goes “if you’re not holding her then you can’t be sure she’s still here.”

“Oh, love,” you sigh, holding him sideways, check pressed to his shoulder. “I can’t sleep here every night. I have to go home.”

I know. It’s more if you said you’d spend the night then disappeared, what that would mean. I’d also be so worried about your safety, but you might not answer my calls because you’re mad at me, so I’l never know if you’re okay. Maybe you’d never talk to me again or you wouldn’t be okay and I’d never know anything and I’d just have to wonder forever. Like I could help if I knew, but I don’t know, so what if

Damiano’s typing speed has become hysterical and his hands are shaking. You push the computer from his lap and take its place, kissing Dami with his face between your palms. He mewls and crushes your body against his. This could easily became sex, and maybe preventing it from doing so is a bad idea. However, Damiano’s nervous system needs solutions that last longer than a couple hours.

“Mm ‘kay,” you pull away. “Let's go through this.” You pull the computer up beside you. “I wouldn’t disappear in the middle of the night because I love you and I know how stressful that would be.” At some point you’d have to muster the courage to say the words on their own and not in a phrase. Dami rests his head on your clavicle and gazes up at you with wonder and adoration in his eyes. He’d smiling, just barely showing his perfect teeth. His hand comes to tuck the hair behind your ears, so he can see your whole face. Taking a breath, you bite your lip and continue on.

 “As for ignoring communication, we can come up with a code word which means it's an emergency and we both promise that we’ll answer to that word no matter how angry we are.” Damiano loves that idea, nodding while adjusting your faces to be level. “And that word will be…we’ll figure it out later because I wanna go to sleep. Anything else?” 

How are you?  

Honestly

“I really need to sleep in my own bed tomorrow, but I don’t want to worry about you needing me to be here.”

I don’t, really.

“I’m worried that you’re not getting everything you need, but that you’re –”

But I love having you here, always. You’re always welcome.

“Thank you, dear. I wasn’t feeling rejected, but um…I worry that you can’t ask for the things you need,” you admit, stroking his cheek.

Really, I’m okay. Promise. If you knew the team of doctors I have behind me…

“Well, I mean…should I?” It’s something you’d considered, but didn’t want to overstep. “Because I plan to be here for the long haul.” Damiano squeezes you way too tight in response. “Oof! Alright.” He hums happily in your ear, more canine dialect than English. It's impossible to accurately translate because spoken language is dependent on a standardized system and the other is dependent on individual bonds. 

You try to tap into your feral side to bridge the understanding gap, but it's not coming easy. Could be because you're sleep deprived.

“Sorry,” you shake your head. “I’ve never been good at this.” You sigh and lay back in bed. Damiano types something and shows it to you before plugging in his laptop to charge. 

Don’t try to translate into words or emotions. 

You look at him, confused and a little frustrated. Deriving sentiments has always been the way you understood canine dialect. How was a person supposed to glean any meaning from the sounds?

Feel it on your body only.

He slides the computer under the bed and lays beside you. You comfortably find a big spoon, little spoon shape. As solacing as the position may be, your inability to communicate with Damiano via the only language he presently spoke was distressing. It felt like failing him as a partner. 

Dami made that rumbling hum from the back of his throat again and you tried to take his advice. The sound felt warm, soft…round. Gentle wasn’t the right word. It didn’t have any sharp corners or things that might poke you. It felt not gold, but silver…metallic? No, it shimmered in your mind’s eye. That shimmery feeling runs down your spine. The ball of warmth settled in the pit of your stomach as you yawned. 

Damiano’s hands tried unfurling your balled fists and you went easily, relaxing. He made a second, similar sound to encourage this behavior. The muscles in your face moved, even as you tried to still them. You felt the sides of your mouth curl into a smile. Between your legs tingles, too. The soles of your feet and palms of your hands felt toasty warm. Enjoying the sensation, you rubbed your fingers and toes together.

Dami fondly asked what you were doing. Except he didn’t ask, and you didn’t need him to, understanding his canine vocalizations. You shrugged in response and yawned again. He accepted this as an answer. To someone else it’d sound gruff and aggressive, but Damiano was actually being quite affectionate. He even scents you and rubs his cheek against yours. 

In this moment of shared peace, the significance of Dami’s communication sets in. He didn’t compliment you. It was so much more than that. He’d wanted you to feel good inside, good about yourself, content in your body, safe in his den. The way you’d made Damiano feel made him want you to experience all that in return. 

You tried saying I love you but the noise was too guttural. You were doubtful it made any sense until Damino growled in return. With a sentiment that big, there was no translating it, but all those pleasant sensations flared up once again. Instead of that ball of warmth and shimmering feeling, it was as if a heavy quilt came to cover you. The fabric was made of sunlight. That should have blinded you, but it didn’t. Nothing would harm you. Everything inside felt so cherished that your significance in the world was nearly suffocating. Each organ, each bit of connective tissue, every drop of marrow was affirmed as being special. This typical, average body that you’d had for 15 years was made a temple, consequential to the entire universe. Dami wanted to show you how he felt about you. 

Unsure if it's been a second or a full minute, you surfaced with tears in your eyes. Damiano’s thumb swept along your cheek in case, unable to properly see your profile in the dark. Still, he was deliberately observing, breathing relaxed and even. Relaxed perhaps because he felt all your gratitude and reciprocation. Dami kissed the back of your head and nuzzled to get comfortable. This indicated contentment and that he expected no further validation from you on this front. Each warm exhale tickled your healing mark.

Day 3 of Silence

“Is that a hickey!?” Watching the milk and coffee combine in a travel mug, you couldn’t help but wonder if the world couldn’t have waited another 10 minutes for this particular interaction. 

“Uh…yeah?” Dad stomps across the kitchen’s laminate floor, but you dodge him. Thinking you have a hickey is probably the best case scenario, so you hide on the other side of the fridge. Unfortunately, he’s having none of your evasion. 

“Don’t make me chase you around the goddamn kitchen, y/n.” With a sigh, you stand still. He yanks the collar of your pajama shirt aside and gasps in horror. The goal was to get your mark fully healed before he saw it. Without coffee, you’d forgotten all about that.

“Did he hurt you!?” your dad bellows. You swat his hand away and take a step back. Having someone yell in your face at 8am wasn’t exactly conducive to a positive state of well-being either.

“No. dad. Dami would never hurt me.” He’s shaking his head, face turning bright red.

“That – that thing is – is,” he stammers, enraged and pointing an accusatory finger at your precious mark. Seeing the anger and disgust directed at something sacred made you pull your shirt to cover it.

“It's not like that!” How you yearned to have a verbal Damiano, whose charisma could make this conversation so much easier. In an ideal world, you’d have told your dad together. Being accosted before you’d even caffeinated was perhaps one of the worst ways this could come about.

“What in the hell…” he turns you to the other side. Knowing the bruising on the right is going to be difficult to explain away, you cover it with your hand before he can get a good look. 

“Stop that,” he orders, checking his pockets for something. “Where is my phone? We need to call and report –”

“NO!!” Your feral scream surprises even yourself. The sound reveals exactly how violated you feel even when your words don’t. You’d done a lot of yelling with your dad, but this outcry was a novel sound that made even him freeze. He looked over his shoulder in alarm, at least shocked into silence and inaction. Upstairs are sounds of hurried feet and doors opening.

“It’s my mark! Damiano marked me. It’s completely normal, dad.”

“That is not normal,” he seethes.

“Mom! Clio!” you call. “Do you want to understand or is your mind made up?” Stomping down the stairs is definitely not your mother’s measured physicality.

“Why the fuck are you yelling before 10am?” Clio demands, gesticulating dramatically. “Oh, that,” she winces, looking over her shoulder for backup. “Listen, dad, I know it looks bad, but Damiano actually took care of it really well. It’s like wearing his letterman jacket.”

“Are you out of your mind, Clio? Look at it!”

“Well, what did you expect? Everyone knows how marking works.” Even discussing the interaction with your father felt icky, and a wee bit treacherous.

“I’m sorry, what did I hear about reporting something?” Your mother rounded the corner, breathless and still in her sage green nightgown. After quickly surveying the situation she speaks.

“Oh, no, Kevin there's been a misunderstanding.” She places a delicate hand on his shoulder, like all her softness could quell such brute force. Clio slinks upstairs, happy to be free of the situation. How jealous you are of her.

“There’s no misunderstanding, he doesn’t want to understand. He doesn’t give a damn! Why’d you have kids with an omega, huh? Why not just adopt and spare us all the misery?”

“Y/n -”

“He was going to report Damiano for abuse!” You don’t feel the hot tears on your face, but your parents' faces change in the way they always do when you cry. It’d become such an uncommon occurrence that your dad has a satisfying amount of dismay in his expression. You lean against the counter while panic creates a tightening fist under your sternum.

“Let's all just sit down and lower our voices.” Somehow, the three of you end up at the dining table, yourself and dad at opposite ends, glaring. Taking a deep breath, you pledge to give the man in front of you exactly one chance.

“He didn’t hurt me. Damiano marked me to show his devotion, how much he cares about me. If you actually went to Supports you’d know that it doesn’t hurt when you do it right.”

“Oh, bullcrap!”

“Kevin!” An even tempered person would recognize that this was all out of fatherly concern, but he’d threatened Damiano when he was already vulnerable and wounded.

“Darling, I’m sorry to make you cry with all the shouting.” Mother squeezed your hand, but everyone knew that the yelling wasn’t the reason for your tears.

“How's this for the omega you never wanted? I asked for the mark and it's my favorite thing about myself. Because he’s always with me!” You choke on a sob and make an ugly sound.

“Y/n –”

“I just want him to be here,” you confess through the tears. “I want him here,” gasp, “with me. Because he’d – because he’d know the right thing to say.” Except he wouldn’t because he’s not speaking. Partially because of bigots like your own father. The look in mom’s eyes reveals that she hasn’t mentioned it. She hasn’t mentioned any of it, probably so dad doesn’t find out about Alpha Dysregulation and exile your boyfriend.

“Well, until we can get this figured out,” dad motions vaguely towards your neck, “you’re not gonna see him.” There are no words to articulate your infuriation, so you accidentally dip into canine dialect. Standing up, you try to push your chair away from the table, but end up just pushing the whole table. Coffee splashes everywhere, dad’s chair almost tips over, the fruit bowl flips, and all its contents scatter. The apples make dull thuds as they land on the floor.

“No. We won’t be forbidding our teenage daughter from seeing her alpha right after she’s been marked.”

“He’s not her alpha, they’re not mated!” Mother doesn’t design to acknowledge this petty outburst.

“You should know that is unacceptable and irresponsible.” Your father assesses the situation, looking between his wife and his youngest rapidly. He comes to the conclusion not to challenge mom. 

“Right.” Kevin nods once, and it's a reminder of how miniscule proud men can look. 

“I think I am partially to blame here.” Mother’s words are shocking, not just to yourself, but also to father. “As an omega who decided they were not bound for an alpha, I have given you an inaccurate idea of what should be expected.” She sighs heavily, looking vaguely in the direction of the far wall. “And I haven’t done enough to correct that.”

“Well Olivia, I don't know that that’s true,” your father splutters. He gets up and grabs the kitchen towel to begin mopping up the coffee. 

“You shouldn’t be justifying yourself to him,” you bristle. The only person that should be undergoing self-actualization was your father. Never had her fickle submission to him been more arduous to watch.

“I’m not,” she replies curtly. “I’m apologizing to you. Your father is accustomed to a sanitized, genteel version of omega’s and I believe this is a direct result.” He straightens up slowly, then forcefully hucks the towel into the kitchen sink, insulted. For once, dad’s glowering doesn’t reduce her. Your mom isn’t quite standing up for you to your father, but she’s putting herself in the way. Every appraisal of your character has to pass through her first.

“It’s not your fault, mom.” You’re still flabbergasted at the turn this argument has taken.

“Maybe, but I allow the man I raised omegan children with to look at their world through a deficit lens. I should have shouldered that from the beginning.” You hear the floorboards creak and wonder if Clio is listening, just as enraptured, around the corner. 

“Olivia, I’m right here,” dad exclaims, indignant. Your mothers gaze never wavers from yours. It feels like a promise.

Day 4 of Silence 

53 hours was officially more than enough space. It was good that Damiano respected his own boundaries and didn’t show up for school. At the recommendation of his new therapist, he decided to take Tuesday off as well (after some reassurance on your part.) It’d also give the very colorful collection of rumors time to calm down. Still, you missed him like hell. Unknowingly, you’d become accustomed to Dami’s presence, months before you spoke. This building you’d driven past hundreds of times felt foreign without him. 

Ever the protector, Damiano was trying to give you time to recover and recharge. It’d been a tremendous amount of emotional labor and now he had other competent people to support him. Apparently, the new therapist was great and the hormonal specialist was discussing new treatment options to prevent the episodes. Messing with Dami’s endocrine system made you extremely nervous. What if he didn’t smell the same? 

Not hearing his voice puts a damper on your intimacy. You’d grown so accustomed to speaking almost daily. Whether it be on the phone or in person, the warm timbre of Dami’s voice was always soothing. After lunch, the missing him becomes too much. You send a text asking if it's alright to come over. It's mostly just courtesy. Two hours later he hasn’t responded and it's the end of the school day. You decide he must be napping and head over anyway. Maybe you could slide into bed next to him. A nap sounded pretty damn good right now, especially in the safety of your alpha’s room. What might occur after the nap was even more alluring.

It takes much longer than usual for the door to be answered. When you peek through the window, there's multiple figures having an unintelligible conversation. You’re about to leave since the David’s have company when Matteo finally opens the door and invites you inside. He looks uncharacteristically muddled, distracted even as he greets you. Standing formally in the foyer are two professionals with tablets in hand and analytic gazes.

“Sometimes there are drop in assessments after an episode to objectively evaluate home life,” he explains, obviously caught off guard.

“Oh, sorry! I texted Damiano, but he didn’t respond and I thought I’d just come over anyway.” You imagine that positive conclusions won’t be made about the pushy omega girlfriend who barges in. “I’m sorry for interrupting, I can leave.”

“No, that’s just fine,” a woman with intricate braids answers curtly. “It gives us a more holistic assessment.” She’s probably a psychologist and the balding man besides her you suspect to be a social worker, based on their uniforms.

“In cases of alpha-omega selective mutism, normalcy is good. Special treatment can actually make episodes longer,” he says. So act like nothing is wrong, reduce empathy, and hope the whole situation goes away. Great. After yesterday’s blow out, your capacity for holding your tongue with ignorant men is drastically reduced. It wasn’t very substantial to begin with. Giving the psychologist a pointed look, you decide to remove yourself from the situation.

“I think I’m just gonna go.” You awkwardly slink backwards towards the door, but before you can even reach it, you hear pounding footfalls coming from the direction of the kitchen. Damiano slides around the corner in socks, bites it on the hardwood floor, and catches himself, all while looking at you.

“Hey, crazy!” The rest of the room turns awkward while Dami’s face comes alive with a bright smile. Of course, they’d all been calling him crazy all day in veiled language, but no one would ever address it. You throw your arms around his neck and the embrace is so enthusiastic that it lifts you a few inches off the floor. He gives you a single, brief kiss, but in it is conveyed all the gratitude for forcing everyone to see that he wasn’t fragile.

Verifying that nothing has changed, you rest your face by his scent glands. Damiano does the same thing. The high bridge of his elegant nose presses into your trapezius muscle. You can feel his breaths quicken as he takes in your scent. Both by the sound of his sharp exhales and the quivering of his movement of his abdomen which is pressed against yours.You try to pull away after hugging for an already inappropriate amount of time, but he tightens the embrace. Damiano nuzzles your profile, a loving alpha who is unapologetic to the polite society that nearly asphyxiated him. If the room was empty, you’d close your eyes and treasure this moment where Dami uses your pheromones to self-soothe.

When someone clears their throat, he finally lets go, but keeps you in his personal space. As he kisses your head, temple, cheek, and back up again, you forget everything else. Smiling so wide that you feel shy, you hide your face against Dami’s chest, hugging again. This time the embrace is loose and more relaxed. The piling on his old sweatshirt is rough against your skin, but everything smells like him, so other senses lose their relevance in comparison.

When Dami presses his face to your hair, you realize it's been a few days since you’d washed it. There’s a moment of insecurity before reminding yourself that he’d far prefer the scent of natural oils to the fragrance of shampoo. It’s exactly what you’d prefer. Like in the car after soccer, when he was disgusting and sweaty and absolutely irresistible.

“Ahem,I just realized I haven’t properly introduced you. This is y/n, Damiano’s girlfriend.” Matteo not so subtly prompts the pair of you to let go. Damiano does so begrudgingly, keeping a hand wrapped around your waist.

“Great to meet you, I’m Clem, by the way.” Her eyes flit up to Damiano’s face, looking for permission to breach doctor-patient confidentiality. He nods, and her shoulders relax.

“I've been Damiano’s psychologist for over three years now. He’s a good one.” She clearly means it, despite seeing Dami at his worst. You like that about her.

“You’re a good judge of character. Oh, and it’s nice to meet you.” Before the other, less favorable, visitor can introduce himself, there's a new voice from the kitchen. A man with a scraggly beard, flimsy wire glasses, and a frumpy gray sweater leans against the doorway with his arms crossed. He’s judging you, but out of genuine interest, not critique. 

“That’s the first smile I’ve seen all day,” he exclaims, warmly. They must have been speaking, or rather communicating, in the living room when you came inside.

“This is Dr. Laurel, Damiano’s new therapist.”

“Please, call me Jay.” He’s relaxed in a room of anxious people. While everyone is treating Dami’s silence as a crisis, he seems almost curious. He’s invested in getting to know him, not just in doing his job for the sake of it. 

“Let's talk.” He beckons you over with a casual hand gesture and nonchalant nod towards the living room. It was all calibrated to not make the request scary, but it still was. Dami’s expression is reassuring, and he’s not all tensed up from stress. From the foyer, through the kitchen, and into the living room, you wondered about how sound would carry. Regardless, Jay got credit for not disrupting the safety of Dami’s den. Besides his bedroom, this was the most private place in the house because the living room was only accessible via the kitchen.

“Don’t worry about anyone overhearing,” assures Jay, as if he can read your mind. Damiano sits in the cushioned armchair, which you didn’t expect because it leaves you to sit on the couch alone. Bringing it up would just make the situation more awkward, so you cringe internally and go to take a seat. Dami makes a sound of indignation and grabs your wrist. He guides you towards him until he can get a grip on your forearm and tug. Surely he didn’t mean for you to sit on his lap in front of his therapist.

“Excuse me, young man? Young man, what are you doing?” you jest in a formal voice. Humor is the only thing you can think of. Jay chuckles, shuffling through papers with his eyes averted. Damiano puts the index finger of his free hand through a belt loop on your jeans. While you’re distracted reading the room, he manages to pull you close enough that he can lean forward, wrap his arms around your hips, and haul you onto his lap.

“Oof, okay.” You settle on sitting upright, knowing from the strength of Damiano’s embrace that you weren’t going to get away. He uncrosses his legs, hands hovering a couple inches away like guardrails while you adjust position. You roll your eyes at how overly cautious he was, as if falling two feet to the carpeted floor was going to hurt anything beyond your ego. 

“However you’re comfortable is fine by me.” Jay seemed to get his forms in order and set them down on the coffee table. He sits with his feet on the sofa, facing you. It’s a strange dichotomy: such a youthful gesture, to take up the entire couch, but at the same time he meticulously arranges the pillows behind him, grumbling about his back.

“So y/n, you are not my patient and are under no obligation to answer any of my questions if you don’t want to.” He clears his throat and clasps his hands. “With that said, everything that happens in my sessions with Damiano is covered under doctor-patient confidentiality. This includes anything you say as well.”

“Okay…I’ve – I don’t know if this matters, but I’ve only ever been to family therapy. I didn’t talk much though, because I’m the most normal of my sisters. I don’t know how it works.” Dami opens his laptop.

You don’t have to be here if it makes you uncomfortable. 

“No, no, I want to be involved. I just thought I’d meet your doctors at an office. I didn’t think I’d be part of it though.”

“Ah. You’re here to provide information, not receive treatment.”

“Oh, okay!” You relax back, leaning against Dami instead of sitting bolt upright.    

 “What do you want to know? We’ve only been together for…god, has it really only been three months?” You turn to Dami and he seems to be having an equally difficult time wrapping his head around how such a strong bond could be built so quickly.

“Fresh perspective,” Jay declares, cheerly. “Obviously old coping mechanisms aren’t working, so we need to find new ones. Dami feels you’re the only person who sees him for who he is.” Rather than meet your eyes, Damiano adjusts the position of his hands, one coming to rest just above the knee.

“So you want my opinion?” Jay gives a tight-lipped smile and gestures for you to continue. “Well, he’s not usually like this.” You tame Damiano’s hair as you speak, sweeping it away from his neck. “He has this cool, mysterious facade and under that is a confident, sporty exterior and under that is cocky alpha hard shell.”

“Sounds like a lot of defense mechanisms.”

“Oh, yeah and if you get past the hard shell he’ll pretend like he doesn’t really care to protect himself.” You fondly tuck a lock of hair behind his ear and Dami looks up at you through his lashes. He’s blushing and it distracts you completely until Jay reclaims your focus.

“Obviously, you’ve built a lot of trust. Which was the hardest layer to get past?”

“Oh, that would be the next layer.”

“There’s more?”

“Absolutely this man was a fortress.” You rest one arm on his shoulders and Dami uses the position to press his profile against your chest. “Once you get the bastard to actually feel something he freaks out and tries to control everything. But under that he’s afraid of himself.” Your smile drops and you press a long kiss to Dami’s forehead, breathing in deep through your nose.

“And is that fear of your Alpha Dysfunction?” Dami nods and Jay flips through some papers. “Well, it looks like you had one significant episode at..you were 11.”

I wasn’t diagnosed yet.

“Right, so that’s to be expected and you aren’t to be held responsible.” Jay gives Damiano a pointed look, reminding him to be forgiving of his childhood self. 

“But he had to move schools.”

“After a series of minor incidents. Essentially, he just got too many strikes.” Jay shuffles the papers pensively and takes his time setting the stack behind him.

She knows I went into headspace while hooking up with a beta a couple years ago, about how they flipped out and involved their parents.   

“Yet, clearly y/n knows you’re not dangerous.” He gestures to the way you’re tenderly cuddled up together. “Where does that fear come from? Is it fear of what you’re capable of or fear of Alpha Dysregulation itself?” The room falls silent, Dami drumming his fingers on his leg while he thinks.

I don’t know. Everyone acts like it's the worst thing in the world. They act like it's the end of the world that I have AD2. I probably internalized that.

“There's a lot of fear of abandonment.” Just saying the words makes you choke up a little. “It’s all to hide the AD2. Everyone needs to stop treating it like a dirty secret if they want Dami to get better.”

“I agree.” You look up at Jay in surprise. “Absolutely.” 

“But it’s not, uh,” you take a deep breath, fighting for an amicable way to phrase this. When you can’t find one you decide to speak anyway.

“It's not like it's just some small group of alpha parents who hate that Dami is better at soccer than their kid. It’s everywhere. Even that asshole,” you point in the direction of the foyer. “It’s his job and he can’t extend a modicum of empathy. No one can! Fuck, even Isabella doesn’t know how to be soothing.”

“Isabella is Dami’s mother?” Jay starts typing. Perhaps ranting to your boyfriend's therapist about his own mother was over the line.

“Yeah, but maybe it’s because she’s burnt out. I don’t have some special skill set. I just take the time to be comforting and loving and fucking listen. The whole family has protocols, but none of them actually comfort Dami. They always skip right to the solution.” You glance at Damiano to see if you should hold your tongue, but he looks genuinely interested, and a little impressed.

“Go on,” Jay encouraged, accompanied by rapid tapping sounds.

“Basically, all the parents are ignorant and they raise ignorant children. They create stereotypes that aren’t even accurate for Dami. But they don’t actually care about the truth, it's all about feeling important. It's not like he’s a grown up either who's been hardened by life and can take this shit. He’s technically still a kid!” You can feel that you’re ranting, but no one’s ever asked and listened before. 

“As long as he has to keep a secret, there’s stress. But the consequences of getting found out…how is a person supposed to function with that hanging over their heads? Why can’t we remove the stigma? Why can’t we just teach children how to interact with people that have developmental differences?”

“Excellent point,” Jay validates, gesturing at you to go on. It takes some of the wind from your sails, since you’re so used to fighting in these conversations.

“Yeah, everyone is doing what they think is right for his physical health, but what about his mental health? What about his autonomy? He should be consulted. He can’t be made responsible for whether he’s rejected or accepted by society. That’s not fair. That’s fucking unreasonable. He’s 17!”

“Asking these questions is important.”

“Yeah, but everyone is asking the wrong questions. ‘How do we get him talking again? How do we fix it faster?’ They should be asking why he stopped talking in the first place so it doesn’t happen again.” Jay must take a full minute to finish documenting. Or, at least, it feels like it. When he looks up, you realize you haven’t checked on Dami in a while. His face is still lent against you, pressed against your breast. Even partially concealed, you can see that his eyes are watering. It feels like a dagger to the heart.

“Wait, no!” you exclaim at the prospect of Dami enduring even more emotional hardship. The hand on your thigh comes to your face and he guides you into a passionate kiss. Even with your mouths closed, the public display of affection was entirely too personal. Knowing he’s only going to get this one kiss, Dami draws it way out, sliding his palm under your ear, fingers threaded into your hair. When he does allow it to end, he keeps your right there, forehead against his. Rather than pull back, you wait for him to release you, praying every moment that he’ll decide not yet. 

Despite having barely an echo of public decency when it came to physical affection, he does have to let the moment go eventually. Your cheeks burn, but Dami doesn’t have an ounce of shame. He sits up tall, challenging Jay to take issue with the act. After all, he is an alpha too. Jay’s demeanor is constant, unprovoked. You’re horrified at the prospect of Dami ruining his relationship with a therapist that could do him some real good. Tapping twice on the back of the shoulder doesn’t work. Resorting to school yard tactics, you flick his ear, finally earning his attention. He’s surprised and a little bit ticked off, but at least he’s not intimidating Jay. 

“It’s good that you two are so comfortable with each other,” he chuckles. Well that's one way to put it. You remove your arm from behind Dami’s neck, trying to create situationally appropriate space. That actually upsets him.

“Y/n, the vast majority of my clients are young alphas with behavioral issues. It takes a great deal to offend me.” He stands up with a groan, once again shuffling his papers. Jay does seem genuinely unbothered, bordering on serene.

“It’s good to see that Damiano is still feeling like himself. Tea, anyone?”

Notes: Expect chapter 11 much sooner! Thank you for reading my silly little fics <3 I always enjoy hearing your favorite parts and your thoughts. I know this isn't as spicy as past chapters but trust me it heats up very soon.

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sypnosis : a girl named kim yn, debuts under hybe with a ton of attention, making her stand out from the rest. she thought it was fine at first, until she was caught off guard and caught in a scandal with one of the groups in hybe labels.

warnings! cursing & innapropriate jokes (at certain chapters)

"thanks for driving us here, jay sunbae." the girls and i bowed as we got off at the carpark behind kbs where nobody could see us.

"hey, it's no biggie, seriously. good luck on your stage today!" jay said as we all cheered silently to avoid getting attention.

soon enough, jay went back in the car and started it while the girls went into the building, leaving jungwon and i alone outside. he gave me a small pat on my head and gave me words of encouragement for my debut stage.

"oh! before i forget, here's a good luck charm! i've been using this since debut and it had really given me a ton of luck." jungwon said, taking my hand and placing a bracelet on it.

"this isn't necessary won—"

"i insist, good luck, yn!" he yelled as i ran into the building to get ready.

the dressing room was exactly the size i had expected it to be, there were make up artists and hair stylists. everyone was already on stand by as each member got dolled up for the show. i was the last one to get ready because i came slightly later but it was all good.

"i'm so nervous.. there's like a whole crowd up front!" haruka said as she paced back and forth in the room, isabella coming up next to her to calm her down.

"we can do this! i mean, how hard could it be right..?"

i was so wrong. the moment we went on stage, everyone's eyes were on us like hawks, like predators spying on their prey. everyone in the crowd was cheering us on and even tried to make conversations with us.

"yn unnie! what is it like to be friends with hybe artists!"

"it's fun! they're fun to talk to and yeah.." i said with a smile and let out a huge sigh of relieve.

"fighting dazzle! fighting dazzle!" the crowd cheered us on as we got into our positions, smiling and blushing at the immense support we got.

as we started our performance, the crowd was singing along with us at certain parts, like our killing parts. some of them had glowsticks and waved them in the air, some danced too. everyone was so happy that it made me happy too, did i suceed as a level one leader?

we ended the song in our swan position and the members got ready for their fairy ending that they were so nervous about.

"so cute!"

"isabella's unreal!"

"is that doyeon? she's so pretty!"

the crowd went wild and calmed down when we thanked them for being so active and supportive in the crowd. some of the fans yelled that we'd be the next big artists and all that but it would just depend on our group performance right?

after all that, we went back to our dressing rooms to get a little wind and touch up our makeup before going back on stage for the winners stage.

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182 Days of TPN - Day 176

Chapter 176: "We're Home!"

The long awaited hug! It's so heartwarming it almost makes you forget about Emma tossing her weapon aside, which later becomes an unfortunate consequence, but we'll worry about that later and do our best to focus on these precious kid's happy faces.

I'm pretty glad their reunion is one of the only things to get animated from this chapter.

Of course one of the downsides to the anime not including everything is us missing out on Phil's reaction to seeing everyone else. The rest of the kids just sorta show up all in one place in the second season but the manga makes the many reunions feel more personal, especially with him learning that Norman was never killed.

Phil reflects on how hard the past couple years have been for him while keeping the farm's secret and feeling isolated from the other children due to knowing it and if there's anyone who can understand his pain, it's Ray, as he suffered the same cruel experience so the fact the two of them can share this hug (and head pat) is so sweet, it can bring me to tears. These boys deserved so much better! No more sadness allowed for either of them til the end of time!

I'm very happy Sherry get her own moment with Norman too. Their friendship is so adorable. She's undoubtedly his biggest fan.

Look how relieved and happy Isabella is to finally be done with all the lying and fighting. That smile of hers is so pretty, she wants nothing more than to care for her children like a real mother should and damn it y'all, I wish she could've got that chance alongside all the other moms and sisters!

This quote (that continues into the panels after this page) is probably my favorite from Emma. I know I've said it a lot, about how amazing Emma is to be so optimistic while being surrounded by this world's many various threats that constantly want her dead, but finally being able to see her achieve all her goals while staying true to herself is something I'll always be proud of her for. No matter all the difficulties she faced, whether it was losing someone dear to her, sustaining serious injuries or making life changing decisions, she kept on fighting to secure a better future for her family. Of course she had some moments of weakness to process everything going on around her and to keep her emotions in check, but not once did she ever quit pursuing that bright dream of hers.

The children have all fought through so much together and had their own personal struggles, so seeing them all smile and break out into tears is definitely one of the best moments of the series. They all deserve this victory and a moment to be excited about their freedom.

Sigh, rest in peace to all those we lost along the way! I may not remember all their names aside from Yuugo, Lucas, Conny, Olivia & Michelle, but having Emma think of everyone again proves just how important they all were to to, even if we, as readers, didn't get to see them often enough throughout the story.

Yeah, that brief moment the kiddos had to relax? All gone, thanks to this bastard! If anyone desired to know which character I hate most, it's this damn demon. I don't wanna talk about it but the reason is literally unavoidable in this chapter and to this day I'm still crushed that it happens.

Glad you finally realized your own mistake, honey, but ya gotta be quicker than that! These poor children though, living just a normal life at the orphanage one moment and then running scared for their lives because of this demon the next.

I'm so damn proud that Ray managed to stay alert despite all the reunions and how his protective nature gets kicked into high gear to try and stop that bastard from harming Emma and the girl she's rushing to save.

The look on Ray's face (& everyone else's) makes me wanna scream. I don't wanna imagine this scene getting animated (& I'm so incredibly thankful it wasn't) but I can just hear the couple of shots Ray fired off, the complete silence that follows as the kids stand by completely speechless due to the sight in front of them as an occasional drop of blood drips off the demon's claw as Emma slowly looks up and... aahhh fuck.

The way I fell in love with this woman just a handful of chapters ago to now be on the verge of losing her, just.. FUCK! I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I will always hate it. I will always hate this demon. I will always hate how this chapter was released on Mother's Day. The timing could not have been any worse and I'll never not be completely devastated by this moment!

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I desperately need some happiness right now and this panel is the perfect way to achieve it. Writing out the next chapter is absolutely gonna put me through emotional hell. again.

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Watching Over - Part 3

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Swearing, angst, mentions of gore/blood, nightmares, mentions of death/crime, police/law involvement/settings. As always, please let me know if I missed anything important!

Note: I’m not sure why but I’ve been writing this story in first person POV when the rest of my stuff is in second person so if you notice any parts that switch back to second person, my bad! I tried to catch them as I went along but I probably missed some along the way so apologies for any confusion!

Izzie

His face was distorted, his appearance resembling that of something from a horror film. When he looked at me, I noticed his eyes. Darker than the night. Clouded with guilt for what he had just done. What had he just done? I looked down at his hands. They were covered in blood. Not his. Who’s blood is that?

“Danny?” No answer. He just stared at me for another moment before looking back down at his hands again.

“Danny, what did you do?” I whispered out though afraid for the answer. His eyes met mine once more and the guilt was suddenly replaced with a glint of mischief, humor. Is he smiling? He began to approach me and it was only then that I saw what he had just done. 

There on the ground, her body laid unmoving. It was dark but the blood pooling from underneath was still visible. She’s dead. Did he kill her? Why else would the blood be on his hands? No words could escape my mouth. I tried to scream but there was nothing. He continued towards me with a sinister look on his face.

“Isabella, you shouldn’t be out this late. Why don’t I take you back home.” His voice sounded almost demonic

As if my feet were frozen to the ground, I stood there still unable to move. Unable to scream out for help. Was I next?

“Do you want to know a secret?”

Did I? The thought of whatever he had to say truly terrified me, but would it answer any of the questions running through my brain? Would it explain anything? But he answered before I could even make up my mind.

“There’s a lot of things in this town that you don’t know about. Be careful who you trust.”

Then with no warning, he lunged forward, as if going to claim me as his next victim.

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The loud scream that came from deep within seemed to rescue me from the awful nightmare. I sat up abruptly in bed, suddenly aware of the sweat covering my entire body as my chest heaved, trying to catch my breath. Turning towards the little clock on the bedside table, I saw the faint glow of the time: 6:29am. The glimmer of the morning sun was just beginning to peek through the window. Might as well get up. I thought as I released myself from the warm enclosure of my tangled sheets.

Stepping into the bathroom, I squinted at the stark change of the bright fluorescent light for a moment before taking in my appearance, shuddering at the terrifying sight. I quickly hopped in the shower and once again found myself trying to  wash away any memories attached to him.

The rest of the day and those that followed seemed to blur together as I tried to find a new routine to keep my mind from drifting too far. I had called out of work for a few days and luckily my boss was more than understanding, telling me to take all the time I needed. Though the days seemed to be okay, the nights became something I dreaded. Between the never ending racing thoughts and that same recurring nightmare, sleep had become a distant memory.

Things were a bit different one morning when the doorbell rang as I was brewing a pot of coffee in the kitchen. Both of my parents had already left for work so since I was alone, I was on extra high alert. My fears disappeared though when I peeked through the peephole and saw a man in a dark navy suit standing on the porch. His attention shifted as I cracked the door open just enough to speak.

“Hi, Miss Rotterdam?” He awaited my confirmation before continuing. “My name is David Miller. I work for Neumann Law Firm here in town. I believe you know my client, Mr. Daniel Wagner?”

“Uh yeah you could say that.” I muttered out, dreading whatever this man’s business here was.“I have an urgent matter I would like to discuss with you. Do you have a few minutes to talk?” I pondered for a minute, deciding whether this was something I really wanted to deal with at 9:30 in the morning. But, I knew this was something I wouldn’t be able to avoid much longer.

In response, I opened the door all the way and walked back into the kitchen, gesturing for him to take a seat at the table while I leaned back against the counter to fix my coffee. Was I a bitch for not offering him any when the mostly full pot was right there? Maybe. But honestly I wanted to get whatever this was over with and didn’t want to extend any welcome here.

“Well first, I’m not sure if you and Miss Evans were close so I do apologize for your loss if you were.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “I’m not sure if you’re aware that a court date has been set for next week to try Mr. Wagner in the case of Miss Evans’ murder. Now, I’m confident that with the lack of evidence, he will not face charges, however, may I say something off the record Miss Rotterdam?” He posed.

“You can just call me Izzie, but sure.”

“Okay. Izzie. Even though there’s no real evidence, he’s still being painted in a bad light. And that’s where you come in.”

“Me? What do I have to do with anything?” I asked, startling myself a bit when I sat my mug down a little too harshly.

“Having you on the stand to provide a character witness statement on his behalf would tremendously help his case. The jury needs to see that Mr. Wagner is a good person. Not someone capable of such a crime.” He replied.

My mind raced at what was being asked of me. My brain was split down the middle as I toyed with the idea back and forth. On one hand, he’s my best friend. Someone I've known all my life, so of course I could talk for hours about the wonderful, caring, and thoughtful person he is. But at the same time, I was still so confused with this whole situation. I needed answers, even if it was bad. I needed to know.

“Can I talk to Danny first?” I proposed back.

“Well, I don’t see the harm in that. How does tomorrow at noon work?”

Nodding my head in agreement, he opened the small briefcase that accompanied him, pulling out a small business card to hand to me.

“Wonderful, this is my card if you have any questions about anything in the meantime. I know this would really mean a lot to him, Izzie. He’s been asking about you. I can tell he cares about you a lot.”

Talk about a dagger to the fucking heart.

David grabbed his things and saw himself out. The remainder of the day eventually bled into night and soon enough, I was met with another restless night.

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The ominous clouds rolling in the sky seemed a little too telling as I stared at the moderately-sized brick building in front of me. According to David, Danny was apparently being held at this holding facility until the trial next week. Eerily enough, I passed this building on the way to work every day but never knew what it was due to the lack of any obvious signage.

He met me outside before escorting me to a door where an officer stood outside. Was all of this really necessary? David gave a quick rundown, explaining that Danny was only allotted 30 minutes. He reassured me that both him and the officer would be right outside the door the whole time in case I needed anything.

Then, without further ado, I opened the door and there he sat, handcuffed to the table in front of him. My heart sank a bit at the way he really was being treated like an absolute criminal. Was he though? That’s what you’re here to find out Izzie. My mind scolded me.

He immediately perked up when he saw me enter the small room. “Izzie.” He breathed out.

I took my seat across the table from him. Not speaking, I just took in the sight that I knew would never leave my memories. He sported a classic faded orange jumpsuit. He physically looked rough. His eyes were dull, lacking their usual shine. Even though his whole aura was completely different, my brain fought to try and see that it was still the same Danny underneath. My Danny.

He suddenly spoke up and his voice almost scared me, sounding so foreign since I hadn’t heard it in days.

“I’m really glad you came. This whole thing is cra-“

“Danny, what the hell is going on. What happened?” I interrupted, cutting right to the chase.

“Iz you have to believe me when I say I’m innocent. You know me. You know I could never do something like this.” He began pleading his case.

“Danny, please answer my question. What happened?” My voice wavered a bit as I choked out the words.

“I don’t know. Izzie I didn’t kill her if that’s what you’re asking. Please believe me.” I saw truth in his eyes, but I also saw a hint of something else that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. There was something else he wasn’t telling me.

“Where were you? Why didn’t you come home?”

“I was just driving around and I lost track of time. That’s the honest truth. Believe me I know it looks bad. That’s why I need you to testify for me. Please Isabella. Can I trust you to do it for me?” Out of instinct, he tried to move his hands to reach for mine but the harsh clink of the metal restraints halted his attempt, startling me a bit.

“Danny, please just talk to me. You know you can trust me. I can’t help you unless you help me.” I was beginning to feel slightly overwhelmed, a rush of emotions taking over my body as I tried to process.

“I can’t. I just can’t.” Danny then leaned forward a bit, taking a deep breath before whispering out.

“I just, I don’t know. I don’t know what to think anymore.” I mentally cursed myself for letting him see me cry like this. “I need to go, I’m sorry.”

I abruptly stood up, the scrape of the metal chair on the floor echoing in the room. Just as my hand reached for the door, he called out, “Izzie, wait!”

Pondering for a moment, I slowly turned back around and saw the slight panic on his face. He then whispered out and I could barely understand the words he spoke.

“Not here, not now. I’ll explain everything when the time is right, I promise you that Izzie. But in the meantime, I need you to do this for me. Please.”

I was unable to give an immediate answer as I walked out of the room, feeling like I left with more questions than I came with. His lawyer asked me how things went as we walked outside together, wondering if I would accept his request. Though he wasn’t necessarily pleased with my lack of an answer, he understood that it was quite a big ask and I would need some time to think things over. Before I left, I promised that I would let him know as soon as possible.

I truly had no idea what I was going to do.

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(check out all of the comments for talking about two years ago, or so if Onward was on ice from Disney On Ice including with my own comments, but so far, Encanto has gotten it to having Mirabel Madrigal telling the story, which I do not mind about it at all, but out of her family, only her, Abuela (bless Abuelo), Felix, Pepa, Bruno, Dolores, Luisa, and Isabella all made except for Agustin, Julieta, Camilo, And Antonio (Turning Red is some other time to discuss with if they are on the ice along with all of the other ones that have not been ever on the ice yet, but maybe they will eventually some day if that gets to be), but what if Strange World does this if they get the spotlight on the ice with all of the characters from the movie especially with Searcher Clade (the so called "inconvenient invisible one odd person out, and so whatever you want to call it as he does not exist in the internet much less than the rest of the other characters from the movie like they are the circles, squares, and all of the other shapes, and stuff, but he is a heart trying to fit in with the others that he sadly is a soul that stands out from the crowd that he lays low as he decides to deserve to be for a destiny for better for his life, etc." from all of the other characters that are "convenient, plus from the opposite of whatever you decided to describe Searcher Clade, but apply over to the other characters from the movie to see how that will go, etc.") telling his full actual 100% accurate pretty perfect proofread correctly spoken English picture of his side of the story because not everyone knows all about him, so maybe if he tells it, they all, and we all get to be able to be knowing him better that way I could be able to be happy with him too that the internet does not taunt him in the bad way much more than they did before, and like all of the other characters from the movie becoming popular in their ways from like being sunbeams through a window, maybe his unpopularness will be able to be sparkle through too to fame like how the cool breeze feels while it smells so sweet with hints of sea salt on a low-key, etc., sure the only one that the movie has for songs is called "They're The Clades!", which there is a reprise to this, along with Caravan Palace's Lone Digger which I hope they do the full version of the song this time with the words sung by Meridian, Searcher, and Ethan while Legend does his doggie sounds along to the song besides the instrumental version is combined with it, I am not so sure about what other songs will be able to be placed throughout what part of the show, but then how is the script going to be from the preshow of Disney's Strange World on ice to the very end of it (

(I wish that everyone in the entire internet understand all about Searcher Clade : https://youtu.be/pFBgGY1BI-U, check out my Tumblr : @barbaramillicentgordonroberts : https://youtu.be/-3_VC0gRloM, especially with checking out of all of my AU ideas that I have planned out so far of The (Wonderful) Wizard Of Oz, besides please helping me out with that : https://youtu.be/690Fa5ERNxM (Scrolling through the pictures of this collage post from @uselessalexis165 of some other photo of whatever it is, Amphibia, Cookie Run, and Alberto Scorfano from Pixar's Luca Paguro until I see 💚 little cute pretty of 15 year old teenager younger "Baby" Searcher Clade self from day one besides the one that was him as an infant, and as a toddler kid from They're The Clades song sequence, and way before he slowly grew up as his mostly seen 40 year old manly self 25 years later (if we all do the math, this following happens that : 40 (current age) subtracted from 25 years ago from the time of the movie is going = 15 as vice versa math for adding from the first look at what he looked like for when Searcher Clade was a young boy from the official trailer, etc. before he was in his look from when I first saw, and met him in his teaser trailer to be finding out who he is from the original title from his name even when they changed it to the title that we have now, etc.) (much before I fell in love with him as a friend, and as a crush on him besides of him, and I being a gender swapped version of each other despite being shared with the same energy, personality, and everything else that we have almost the same, but differently in our own way, him being my half father while I be his half related missing linked daughter, while the rest of the other characters are my half family, and my newly made friends from Avalonia, etc., Meridian - half mother, Ethan - half sibling, Legend - part pet, because remember that 🐈(Summer From Disney's Palace Pets) is my actual real pet, Jaeger - half uncle, and Penelope - half aunt, since grandpa, and grandma were already taken as Ethan is their grandson, so I have to be Jaeger's, and Penelope's niece instead because my OC character does not have a name yet nor her pet, but help me out with what I have started with her personality profile, and all of that by going to the community posts section of Alice Angel Fan 2070 on YouTube for looking up with my username name (hint - it is my real name, Rachelle Renee Garcia without my middle name, just my my listed first, and last name of finding my comments from there) ) ) :

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(Outtakes – Go behind the glass as we join the cast of Strange World inside the recording booth for some fun, flubs and outtakes!)

Anatomy Of A Scene : Creating A Strange World – Learn about Walt Disney Animation Studios’ creative process through a single, visually stunning scene as the filmmaking team puts all of their imagination, and more on the screen!

Strange Science – Jaboukie Young-White (voice of Ethan Clade) hosts an exploration of how Walt Disney Animation Studios artists were inspired by real science to create Strange World! (I just found a little sneak peek snippet of this bonus feature extra with Jaboukie Young White, it is called "Blending Science And Art For The Movie" if you all go to any other digital stuff such as Movies Anywhere as an example, since there are none of these at all if you all go to Disney Plus, just Ethan as a profile picture icon, where are all of the rest of the other characters from the movie, I have to soon know, and the trailer for the movie besides the actual movie itself)

Creature Feature – Journey into the world of Avalonia, beneath, and meet some of the terrifying, slimy, gassy, and sometimes cute creatures that inhabit this world to be described as a lot of words, etc., especially with what makes it so strange!

Deleted Scenes : The Ballad of Jaeger Clade, Lightning Lynxes

, Ethan, and Searcher Clade

, And Funerals and Promises

The Hidden Secrets of Strange World – Uncover all of the references, and all of the characters from some of your favorite Walt Disney Animation Studios films hidden throughout the film, along with some fun facts, and behind the scenes stories of how Strange World was made!

Good start to this perfect game, yes of course I will be able to be playing as Searcher Clade besides all of the ones to play as him apart from everyone else to play as the other characters from the movie although that I imagined it before as more as a three match game from how Zynga's The Wizard Of Oz did theirs with replayable levels, dialogue from the actual footage of the movie as animated cutscenes with all of the voice over actor cast, and all of the other stuff that Zynga's The Wizard Of Oz has that the three match game of Disney's Strange World could be able to be having Thiers, etc., anyway continue on this game of this video of this link here to be able to pair up with the actual movie footage alongside with the dialogue, and all of the game style it is going through with the soundtrack music score included, etc. :

: (this following song below, but in English, or whatever language you want it to be able to be sung in such as it's original version of Spanish below for if my wish to have everyone of the internet see the exact same way as how I see Searcher Clade besides his wish that I will be right for how everyone will know his name, story, and every single thing else about him, since from the very moment that of when we first ever met, and saw each other from the teaser trailer from day one of my protection of him in our dimension besides from when I am in his, etc. (like how he does to himself, Ethan, and Legend sort of like how almost does to Meridian, but it all is me instead to how I am doing to Searcher Clade, etc. ) ) )

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Fake Fiancé– Chapter 5: After Dinner Drinks

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Joe held the front door open for Isabella. Before they left, she turned toward his parents.

"It was lovely to meet you, Lily. And to see you again, Mr. Walker," she smiled.

Isabella shook Joe's father's hand and hugged his mother. She turned back towards Joe and grabbed his hand.

"Ready?" She asked. "Oh! We can't forget. You have that meeting with Shelner early tomorrow."

Damn, Joe thought. She definitely plays the part well. I should pay her more for this.

"You're right," Joe played along as he intertwined their fingers. "See you at work tomorrow, Dad."

Joe unlocked the car and opened the door for her. After he closed it, he turned around and waved once more to his parents.

The tension was thick between the two as Joe drove through his parent's round driveway. He looked into the rearview mirror to see his parents still standing on the front porch. He filled with guilt when he saw the excited smile on his mother's face.

They hoped that the tension would lighten the further they got from the house, but that didn't happen. Instead of lightening up, it got heavier. Joe glanced over at Isabella to see her looking out the window.

He sighed when he noticed her playing with her fingers. Over the years, he's found that when Isabella played with her fingers, it meant she was overthinking something.

"It's still kind of early," he said, breaking the silence. "Want to go get a drink?"

His breath got stuck in his throat when she glanced over at him with a small smile on her face.

"Drinks sound great."

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After they ordered their drinks, they sat at a booth. At first, they were nervous. But eventually, Isabella had to ask the burning question.

"How do you think it went?"

"Isabella," Joe said gently. "My parents loved you."

"Are you sure?" She said, glancing at her hands wrapped around her glass.

"Of course," he said reassuringly. "I'm telling you, my mom officially found someone to like more than me."

"Joe," she sighed.

"What?" He laughed. "It's true! Mom adored you."

"I don't think your dad was too happy about us."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know," she said, clearing her throat. "He didn't seem to like me very much. And when you talked about hiding it from the people at work, he seemed. . . Annoyed."

"Hey," he said as he reached across the table and put his hand on her arm. "That was more about me lying to him. Not you. He'll get over it."

"Are you sure?" She asked under her breath.

"Of course," he tried to comfort her. "Plus, I'll talk you up."

The rest of the night, Isabella seemed to be more relaxed. Joe, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about what they talked about at dinner.

"You okay?" Isabella asked, bringing Joe out of his thoughts.

"Maybe you should move in with me."

"What?" She asked with a small laugh. Her smile dropped when she saw the seriousness on his face.

"Joe," she said slowly. "Why would you think I should move in with you? Is this because of what your parents said?"

"Well, yeah," he shrugged. "It makes sense. Almost every engaged couple I know either already lives together or moves in after the engagement."

"Joe, I don't think we should. . ."

"We don't have to," he said quickly when he noticed her hesitation. "It was just a suggestion. One, I now realize, was crossing the line. I'm sorry, Isabella."

"It's alright," she said, not sounding convincing at all. She looked down at her hands, nervously picking at a hangnail.

"Isabella," Joe sighed. "I'm sorry for crossing the line. I shouldn't have. . ."

"It's not that you offered," Isabella interrupted him. "The thing is. . . Well, the last time. . ."

"Isabella, it's okay," Joe cut her off when she didn't continue. He reached over and grabbed her hand. "I shouldn't have asked you to move in with me. It was unreasonable."

Even though Joe told her it was okay, he still wondered why Isabella was so against moving in. It's not like it was going to be permanent and she didn't need to sleep in the same room as him. They would've gotten a house with multiple rooms.

Isabella nervously fixed her bracelet. She wanted to tell Joe, but it was still weird opening up to her boss. She looked at her boss/fiancé to see him smiling at her.

How was this so easy for him?

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Antes De Dejarte Ir (Before I Let You Go)  Ch 11 ‘New Home’ 

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Pairings: Bruno x OC Warnings: discussions of past experiences (nothing too heavy but thought I'd add just in case) Notes: Again, apologies for taking a while to upload. Work is busy and my mood is a weird thing these days. (Also writing another story at the same time soo I've been going back and forth between the two.) But here it is, the calm before...well...

The sun had started to set behind the mountains that surrounded Encanto.  

The cool night air made itself known through the valley and into Casita.  The whole home had been eerily silent until the rest of the family began to trickle down for the meal.

Dinner was pleasant but a struggle for Aurelia.  Although her emotions were closer to normal she was still feeling the residual nerves that came after what happened in front of her new room.

The nieces and nephews were their usual energetic selves.  All smiles and questions about this and that. Aurelia was happy to hear their conversations again but she was still feeling on edge.  

She was also glad that none of them had noticed the new door in the corner of the home.  At least not yet. 

They asked if maybe everyone would like to try some more plans to get her out of Casita before bed but their Tio was able to convince them to give Aurelia a little more time to rest before trying anything else.

The group ate to their fill then decided to spend the rest of the night sitting in the courtyard on a pile of soft petals and grass that Isabella had grown for them.  

They spent the rest of the early night together. Laying down and laughing with each other before finishing up by begging their Tio to tell them one of his stories.  

Bruno didn’t contest, instead telling one of his favorites.  A story about a young boy who left home to learn to sail.  Eventually becoming the captain of a grand ship, sailing amongst the night sky.  Helping the gods to keep the stars safe.

Aurelia watched the man who lay beside her as he quietly told his story with the same amount of feeling and energy he had told his story earlier to the town.  Painting a clear picture with his words and his hands gesturing in front of him.

His storytelling quickly became one of her favorite things about him.  Amongst an ever growing long list of many.

Antonio was the first to fall asleep, then slowly the other cousins began to yawn and stretch.  Signaling the end of a long, productive day.

“Good night, ninos.  We’ll see you all tomorrow.”

“Goodnight!” they all responded, giving each other hugs as they went off to their rooms.

“Good night, tio.” Deleores said in her calm voice as she leaned in to give him a hug and proceeded to whisper in his ear. “There’s a bottle of wine in the dining room hutch. It might help to calm nerves.”

Bruno blushed slightly as Delores moved onto Aurelia.

“Goodnight, Aurelia.  If you ever need to talk I want you to know I’m here to lend an ear…and my tio’s a very good listener as well.  It might help to share some feelings.”

“Thank you, Delores…” Aurelia said quietly.  Knowing that Delores had most likely heard everything that had happened earlier.

The cousins went up and disappeared into their rooms, leaving Aurelia and Bruno alone again in the moonlight.

“Um…would you like to get some rest?  Or…” Bruno thought about what Delores had whispered.  If Aurelia was still feeling uneasy from what happened earlier then wine would definitely help her to relax.  Or at least sleep easier once they did decide to go to bed. “...um, would you like a glass of wine?”

Aurelia turned to face him.  Her usual soft smile across her face.

“Some wine would be nice.” She said, her voice hushed.

“Okay, I’ll bring it onto the patio if you want to meet me there.”

Aurelia nodded and they separated.  

Bruno found the bottle, exactly where Delores said it would be, along with two glasses.  When he walked back he noticed that Aurelia was standing in front of her door.  One hand on her necklace, making the slow circles as she did when she was feeling uneasy and the other rested on the door itself.

She was starting to look like she may cry at any moment when she lowered her hand off of the door and walked over to the patio.  Sitting in the middle of the longest seat that had formed on it.  Bringing her legs up to her chest.

Bruno slowly walked up, giving her a moment to herself.  

“Um, I’m not too knowledgeable about wine. I hope this type is all right.”

Aurelia let a soft laugh escape her lips.

“I’m sure it’s perfect.  I wouldn’t know the difference either way.”

The two laughed as Bruno poured each of them a glass, before sitting down beside her, leaving a small space between the two of them. 

They drank in silence, staring out toward the mountains that lay far off past the jungle that surrounded their part of Encanto.

Bruno had nearly finished his glass when he felt Aurelia reach out to the hand he had resting between them.  Intertwining some of her fingers with his.

When he turned to face her she was now sitting so her body was turned to him.  Her legs brought up underneath her and her focus was down at their hands.  

“You really are a great storyteller.” she said in a hushed tone.

“Thank you.”

“How do you come up with your stories?”

He thought for a moment and shrugged.

“Sometimes they’re inspired by other stories.  Sometimes they’re inspired by my life.”

“Was the story you told us tonight inspired by life?”

The smile on Bruno’s face faded while he nodded.

It took him a moment to think about what he wanted to say.  Enough time for him to finish the rest of his glass.

“I didn’t have the best time when I was younger.  People weren’t nice to me, they treated me differently after my visions started getting a little more…negative.  I often thought if I ran away I could make something of myself and when I returned…people would respect me.  Be nicer to me…maybe be proud of me.  I tried a couple times but the mountains were vast and too steep to climb over.  So I returned everytime with no one being the wiser that I’d even left.  Until the last time I left.  At least some good came from those nights.”

He let out a breathy laugh but quickly went back to a somber stare off into the distance.

“I’m sorry, Bruno.  I’m sorry you had to grow up feeling like that.”

“Don’t be…none of it was your doing.”

Another pause in their conversation took hold.  Aurelia struggled with the silence.  At the moment being left with her own thoughts was the last thing she wanted to do.

Aurelia let out a soft sigh. She wanted to say thank you to him for helping her earlier but nothing more escaped her lips.  Instead she started to rub her thumb over the back of Bruno’s index finger.  Just above where she was still holding onto it.

He smiled, watching her out of the corner of his eye.

“Did the wine help?  Are you feeling a little better?” 

She nodded, still looking down at their hands.

“How did you know how to help me? I mean earlier…in front of…my door.” she asked.

Bruno again lost his smile.

“When I first received my…my gift,” he said, struggling to even call it that anymore.  “I couldn’t really control when the visions would happen.  Imagine being a five year old and all of a sudden seeing that someone from the village was going to get hurt, or worse!  Not just that but how it was going to happen and in vivid detail.  I started having panic attacks often and mi ama used to hold me tight and let me know that she was there and that I was safe.  I guess I just wanted to be that anchor for you when I saw you going through what I used to.”

Aurelia stopped moving her thumb over his hand.  He started to worry he’d done something when she lifted his arm up.  She moved closer to him, lowering his arm on top of her lap so she could snuggle beside him. Wrapping her arm around his and resting her other hand on top of his hand.  Giving them both a tight squeeze.

Bruno let the smile return to his face. Moving his head to rest it on top of hers as she rested it against his shoulder.

Again they sat in silence but this time neither of them minded.  They were calm and happy being that close to each other.  No worries or nerves interrupted their moment. Just the warm feeling of knowing the other was there.  

“Can you see your own future?”  Aurelia whispered.

“No…just other peoples.”

“Oh…did you ever want to see your future?”

“I’m sure I did at times, but now I don’t know.  I’ve seen how knowing their future affected others.  It doesn’t feel very appealing to me.”

“I don’t think I’d want to know my future, either.  I’ve always been kind of scared of what lies ahead for me.”

“I know that feeling all too well.  But if anything I can appreciate where the future has taken me…especially right now.”

Bruno squeezed the fingers that found their way into his grip.

She sofly laughed.

“You’re making me blush, Mr. Madrigal.”

“Returning the favor, Miss Aurelia.”

Aurelia paused for a moment.  She released her hold on Bruno’s hand.  Again making him think he may have done something.

“Villanueva.” She whispered.

“What?”

“Villanueva.” She lifted her head up to face him. “It’s my last name.”

Bruno smiled his soft, crooked smile and gave a little nod.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Miss Villanueva.”

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The night had proven to be warmer than anyone had anticipated.

So much so that it was easy for Bruno and Aurelia to fall asleep on the patio.  Now with arms wrapped around each other while Aurelia leaned against Bruno’s chest.  Her arm across his torser while his arm was wrapped protectively over her shoulder.

The wine had definitely helped to calm their nerves and help them sleep easier.  Perhaps a little too well, considering they now had an audience of four standing in front of them.

“Is he mad!?  Having a woman over!?  What if the kids had seen this?” 

“Calm down, Pepa.  You don’t want to wake Mama, or Delores for that matter.” Julieta reminded her sister who was struggling to keep the clouds from gathering in the sky.

“Calm down!?  Look at this!  Who even is this woman?  We’re just lucky Mama went straight to her room and didn’t notice them, or the new patio!”

“Or the new room.” Felix added.

“EXACTLY!” Pepa whispered as loud as she could.

“Pepa! Shhh… I’m sure there’s a perfectly good explanation for this.” Julieta tried to reason.

“There isn’t much to figure out.  Wine, empty glasses, and Bruno with a mystery woman asleep on a new patio.  Pretty adventurous for Bruno.  Was he like this when he was younger?” Augustine asked, trying to help his wife but accomplishing the opposite of what she was trying to do.

“No, this was more Pepa’s deal. I should know, I was part of it.” Felix said with a laugh.

“Felix, please! Aye Brunito!  What is he thinking?”

“Probably thinking he doesn’t have to worry.  We’re not supposed to be home till tomorrow afternoon.”  Felix interjected again.  This time earning him a hard hit on the arm from his wife.

“Maybe we should just leave them be.  We can talk to him in the morning.” Julieta attempted to usher everyone out to their rooms but Pepa was having none of it.

“Stop babying him, Julieta!  We’re not teenagers anymore and this is unacceptable!  HEY! Wake up!”

She pounded down on the small table in front of them which caused Bruno to shoot up out of his seat.  Rolling Aurelia onto the floor with a thud and a yelp before she shot up just as straight as Bruno was.

“I’m sorry, Mother Superior, I promise I’ll get back to…to…” Aurelia said before realizing where she was and trailing off. “Wait…who are you?”

“Who are we?  Who are we!?  We should be asking you that, Senorita!” 

“Wh…what are you guys doing home?  You’re not supposed to be here till tomorrow?” Bruno asked.   

“Ha! Well sorry to ruin your ‘lover’s tryst’ but things went faster than we thought so we came home early!”

“‘Lover’s tryst’?” Julieta questioned, thinking her sister had to have heard that from one of Bruno’s stories.

“Ch..Julieta! I can’t believe you’re not more outraged at finding our baby brother out with his arms wrapped around some mystery woman!”

Pepa’s eyes narrowed as she leaned in toward Aurelia.  Who lowered her chin to her chest and brought her shoulders up.  

Pepa towered over her, but the look on her face was enough to bring even the toughest to their knees. If Aurelia thought Isabella was intimidating this woman was horrifying!  If she didn’t look exactly like the other woman who stood beside her Aurelia would have thought that this woman was Isabella’s mother.

“Please stop it, Pepa.  You’re embarrassing me.” Bruno whispered to his sister, standing between her and Aurelia.

Pepa took in a deep loud breath through her nose and closed her eyes. 

“Okay, okay…sorry, but you had better thank your lucky stars that we were the ones who found you and not Mama.  Especially with that new room.  I take it you’re Aurelia?”

Aurelia nodded.

“And what is it you want from our brother?” 

“Pepa! Enough! Can’t you see you’ve already embarrassed Bruno enough and scared this poor girl to death!?” Julieta grabbed her sister by the shoulders trying to calmly pull her back.

“I think it would be better if we all just headed off for some sleep.  We can always discuss this in the morning.” Felix suggested to the group.

“That sounds like a great idea. Come on, let's go and let them say goodnight.” 

Julieta guided her sister back into Casita.

“What if she leaves and never returns because we found her out!?”

“She can’t…” Bruno responded, earning him a quick worried look from everyone before they decided to just head upstairs before Pepa really lost it.

Bruno and Aurelia watched the others go up the stairs and disappear into their rooms before looking at each other.

Bruno immediately buried his face in his hands, muttering apologies and promises that the rest of his family is not usually like this.

Aurelia responded with soft, worried giggles.  She hadn’t been that truly intimidated in years but she reassured him she didn’t take it personally.  They were just looking out for their ‘baby brother’.

The two walked over to her door, which she opened but did not enter at first.

“Are you going to be alright?” Bruno asked. 

“Yes, I think I will be.  After the scare your sister gave me I don’t think much can worry me anymore.” she laughed. “Thank you, Bruno…for everything.”

She looked around for a moment before leaning in to whisper ‘goodnight’ in his ear and give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

Bruno stood silent as she walked into her room, giving him one last look and smile before closing her door.

The night air began to nip at Bruno’s skin, but he couldn’t feel a thing.  All he felt was a surge of butterflies through his whole body and the warmth in his cheeks.  

He brought his hand up to his face and let the biggest smile spread across it.  

Not even the worry of what the morning would bring was enough to ruin the rest of his night.  Which would finally be a restful one.

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TITLE ⋙ Self-Love

CHARACTERS ⋙ Jung Ahrin (The Bloody Roses), Ahn Eunhee (The Bloody Roses), Ji Chaeun (The Bloody Roses), (The Bloody Roses), Lee Haejin (The Bloody Roses), Chae Yerina Isabella (The Bloody Roses), Got7

ERA ⋙ Pre-Home Coming

AUTHOR’S NOTE/WARNINGS ⋙ Slight Angst, Mention of Drugs

SUMMARY ⋙ The older members of The Bloody Roses decided to visit Got7 on their set of Home-Coming right after having a meeting with Warner Music regarding their fan concert, not knowing unexpected situations would happen.

“Have you told them that we are coming?”

“Yes, Yerina.”

“Can we even just visit them without telling them earlier?”

“Of—

“Right, I forgot that some of you are working with their individual companies.”

The girls could only look towards the somehow newest member of the group. Not literally new, but she was a new addition although they had known each during their trainee days.

And because of what Yerina had gone through, there was that slight gap in their friendship; slight gap as in there wasn’t that usual vibes back when they were still trainees – both of the girls and Yerina knows it, they could tell whenever they hang out together but the girls would try their best to make Yerina feel comfortable whenever they had to work together.

Haejin pointed towards Yerina with her free hand. “She’s scary.”

Ahrin rolls her eyes, before moving towards the younger one. “Relax, Rina.” She teased. “Each of us has informed the respective managers.” Ahrin turned towards the other girls who were nodding.

Eunhee looked up from her phone, turning towards Yerina. “..Even Yugyeom’s manager isn’t there because he knew Jaebeom’s manager would be there….” Eunhee shrugged slightly and Yerina looked at the girls with an awed look.

The girls were waiting for Chaeun who was inside a regular restaurant they went to with some of the Got7 boys. They wanted to buy food for all the staff and the boys since the girls are dropping by.

A few minutes later, Chaeun came out of the restaurant with multiple white bags which caused Yerina and Eunhee to scramble, to help the poor girl who was struggling to walk toward their car.

“Chaeun! How many did you even order?!” Eunhee gasped as soon as she got hold of some of the take-aways. Chaeun innocently looks at her.

“...Well.. we have lots of mouths to feed and I’m quite hungry.” Chaeun smiled sheepishly.

It’s true though, Chaeun didn’t know if the other girls were feeling the same way, but she was feeling hungry ever since the 9 AM meeting and now it’s almost lunchtime.

“..You’re right though.. I’m hungry too.” Eunhee muttered to herself. “Let’s hurry then.”

“Cut! Everyone, let’s have a 10 minutes break!”

The director announced and the members quickly dispersed, going in different directions with Jaebeom going to the washroom along with Yugyeom in a hurry since they were holding it.

Meanwhile, Jinyoung and Mark quickly checked on their phones while Youngjae decided to close his eyes in an attempt to have a short rest. Bambam stretched his arms at the same time leaning against Jackson’s side.

Jackson’s attention quickly moved towards a certain manager going towards their direction.

“Oh– Hyung!” Jackson called, then saw Got7’s manager from Warner Music Group with a wide smile while holding his phone.

“..I just want to let you know that a few special people will come here for a visit.” The manager announced, looking slightly relieved somehow which caught Jackson’s attention for some reason.

“CEO of Warner Music?” Jackson said innocently and the manager shook his head quickly. “N-no! N-n-o!” 

His reaction got some of the boys to laugh, teasing their manager and somehow the boys didn’t ask too many questions as they began to continue to do their own things. That is when it was Jinyoung’s turn to have his attention towards the commotion outside the film studio.

“O-oh!” Yugyeom was the first one to shriek, after seeing a few familiar faces revealing themselves. Jackson was the first one to stand up and ran towards where they were, followed by the rest of the boys to stand up while looking in disbelief.

“Oh… Look who it is! Ms CEO!” Jaebeom teased slightly, earning a look from Eunhee and of course Jaebeom hid behind Jinyoung who can’t help but smile proudly – his eye whiskers showing obviously. 

“I thought all of you had schedules?” Mark questioned towards the other girls, at the same being by Ahrin’s side closely. Ahrin replied to his gesture by holding onto his hand, showing him a small smile. The couple had shown the group on how LDR is really like, and they know it wasn’t the best option but somehow Mark and Ahrin make the relationship work. Their story would be for another time.

“The young ones took over because…” Haejin trailed off, as she glanced towards Yerina who was in the middle of her and Eunhee. Ahrin and Chaeun turned towards Eunhee for help, since the girls didn’t know how to reply; it was related to Yerina’s family.

“..They are looking for my sister… Well, Eunhee and I are looking for her.” Yerina monotonically replied this time, her arms crossed which made Bambam gulped in intimidation. 

“How long has it been?” Jinyoung questioned this time and there was a sigh coming from Chaeun. “It’s nearly a week. I mean, when it comes to finding someone, Yeonji and the other 2 maknaes would take less than a week. But…” Chaeun trailed off, shrugging slightly.

“I can say this is a hard case.” Eunhee added, followed by Yerina who nodded her head.

“Oh… No wonder Yeonji doesn't reply to my texts often nowadays.” Youngjae muttered to himself. 

“Well– at least the noonas are here to see us!” Bambam said teasingly, earning a few reactions from the other Got7 boys and most of them were stating they were here to see their individual partners.

Soon the group went ahead with the producer saying that the girls had bought lunch for them, hence they will be having an early one.

Just as Yerina was about to walk ahead, Youngjae slowly walked beside her.

“I’m sure they will find her… Yeonji will ensure that.” Youngjae out of nowhere spoke, which caused the quiet Yerina to turn towards him.

For the first time, even when Yeonji and Youngjae invited Yerina to have lunch together, this was the first time that Youngjae sees Yerina’s smile – a sincere one.

Yerina nodded slightly, with a small smile. “I know.”

Yerina was watching how the group is; with couples being dispersed at different areas. Jaebeom and Haejin, Jinyoung and Eunhee were eating outside, since there were tables. Jackson and Chaeun were eating together with the producer.

Mark and Ahrin were together with the others, that includes Yerina since Ahrin and Youngjae were asking her to eat together.

“Babe, Bambam and I are gonna buy some drinks. Want anything?” Mark looked towards Ahrin, before giving him a list of the girls’ beverages – in the end Ahrin asked the other Got7 boys to tag along with Mark.

That’s when Ahrin caught Yerina basically staring at Jackson and Chaeun who were somehow whispering together – them minding their own businesses.

Ahrin nudged the younger one’s arm. “They probably think you're angry at them or something.” She whispered and Yerina frowned slightly, before shaking her head.

“..No.. But why would you say that?” Yerina muttered.

“Because… you were frowning.” 

Yerina didn’t even realise that she was frowning; but all she wondered was how could someone love her in the future. Yerina wasn’t worried but she was questioning her future when it comes to a significant other.

“What are you thinking?” Ahrin’s eyes searched onto Yerina, her gaze still looking towards where Jackson and Chaeun were – now they were exiting out of the film studio hand in hand. 

“Nothing much.” Yerina said softly, but she felt someone looking at her intensely; turning towards where she felt, Ahrin was frowning slightly – which caused Yerina to chuckle nervously. 

“..Well maybe.. I was thinking how could someone be able to… love me.” Yerina answered honestly this time and Ahrin looked away – looking back to where Jackson and Chaeun were. The leader didn’t know Yerina felt this way.

“You’re human, Rina. Everyone needs someone to love. I’m sure someone would love you, there will be someone.” 

Yerina scoffed slightly, shaking her head slightly. “After knowing my history, they probably won’t be able to.”

“..We love you, Yerina. The girls and I care for you, you are like our own sister.” Ahrin sighed after seeing Yerina shaking her head slightly, knowing that Yerina won’t be able to overcome her past. The leader understands her, but Ahrin just wished that maybe Yerina shouldn’t blame herself for everything. 

“....How about NCT then?”

With the mention of NCT, there was a slight reaction coming from Yerina – Ahrin could see the younger one’s eyes widen slightly, before shifting on her seat.

“Well.. They are just..” Yerina muttered, her head tilted slightly. Ahrin can’t help but smirk slightly. She was aware of Yerina’s friendship with the NCT members; Yerina was apparently close to Doyoung, Jaehyun and Mark according to the text messages that she had accidentally seen on Yerina’s phone.

It wasn’t just Ahrin, the other girls too since Yerina was the type to leave her phone openly in random areas of  the shared house of The Bloody Roses.

“They love you, Yerina. They wouldn’t go that far to ask you to join them for group dinners.” Ahrin tilted her head towards Yerina. “Group dinners are only allowed among the members and their managers.”

Yerina’s eyes downcast; although Yerina at first meant love from significant others, somehow the love she receives from her members and the people she is surrounded with made her realise how selfish she was.

The Bloody Rosses’ girls have been with her, guiding her along the right path for almost 4 months now.

‘Have I been selfish?’

“I’m sorry.” Yerina whispered, her eyes turned towards Ahrin who was smiling – her arms wrapped around her shoulders. 

“It’s okay. It takes time, so.. Take your time to heal.. We understand.” Ahrin felt Yerina’s arm wrapped around her waist as a response. They weren’t aware that a figure was rushing towards them, when Yerina saw Eunhee somehow jogging towards them.

“Received a text from Nara.” Eunhee showed her phone towards the two girls who quickly stood up. Ahrin gave a glance towards Eunhee and Yerina, before taking the phone from her – in which Yerina leaned towards the leader’s shoulder to read the message too.

Troublemaker Nara 

Found her.

Taking her to the hospital now.

And she is very aggressive.

According to the doc here, there was the same substance that was injected to Yerina.

But strangely there is 70% of drugs in the substance unlike in Yerina's which has a little percent.

Before Ahrin could say her words, Yerina had already went away from the both of them; feeling the wind on their shoulders – Eunhee quickly gave a quick look towards Ahrin, as they started to be on their phones – mainly Eunhee telling her colleagues that are working in the hospital and her personal assistant regarding the news, and telling them to assistant Yerina since they would be in the hospital.

“I just saw Chaeun pulling Haejin out… And why does Yerina look like she is in a rush? ” Jinyoung came towards the two of them in worry, while pointing out and Ahrin could only spare a glance towards Eunhee – Ahrin could only run past Jinyoung who looked taken-aback.

“..They found Yerina’s sister.” Eunhee stood in front of Jinyoung, his lips formed into an ‘o’ – now figuring out why they looked like they had an emergency.

“So… I assume our dinner after this would be cancelled?” Jinyoung looked at her, seeing Eunhee looking away with a sigh.

“I’m sorry, Jinyoung. I–

“No, it’s okay. I understand.” Jinyoung tried his best not to sound disappointed –  even when Eunhee had been consecutively rejecting their dinner and supper dates. 

“No. It’s not okay, Jinyoung.” Eunhee whispered, holding to one of the sides’ of his arm. 

“I’ll try to make it up to you.” 

Jinyoung lips formed tightly, before giving her a small smile; at the same time gently trying to let go of her hand that was on his other arm. 

“..Don’t get my hopes high, Hee-ah.” Jinyoung muttered, and Eunhee could see the frustration and disappointment in his face – seeing him trying to avoid her eyes.

“Just go, Hee-ah.”

Eunhee frowns slightly, searching onto his face. “Are you.. Asking me to leave?”

Hearing the silence from Jinyoung meant that it was a yes from him.

Eunhee felt like she was about to crumble down – knowing that he might be disappointed or just let down by her. 

She could only look at him before walking away from him, while trying to control her trembling lips. 

Not knowing that Jinyoung was trying to calm himself down from punching a wall, from his own mistake of not being mature.

But what can he do?

Jinyoung missed Eunhee.

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Character entry 2.0

Writers Note: This is one of my many Monoliths; a Monolith is a monster of my making so feel free to ask questions. A post outlining the details of Monoliths will be made in the future. TW: there is an image of a gun at the bottom of this post

Name: Deimos Calydon

Fandom: None

Species: Monolith

Literal Age: 2,235-ish

Birth Month: Apr. (Aries)

Sex/Gender: Cic Male (he/him)

Sexuality: Pan

Family: Angelina Calydon (Wife/Deceased), Isabella Calydon (daughter/Deceased), Brutus Calydon (son/living)

Nationality: Thracia/Greek

Occupation: Indentured Agent for the Disaster Prevention branch of the C.T.U. (Contain, Train, Utilize) Organization

Code Name: The Gladiator

Affiliated colors: Barn red #7C0902

______________________________________________________________ Personality His job comes with many social pressures to stay under the radar, which is quite a trying task when you look like a walking force of nature. So behaving like a cold-shouldered asshole that wants to be left the hell alone is just part of the course. Even without his job in mind, Deimos has a temper simmering close to the surface tenting every early interaction with snaky sarcasm. Suffering severe PTSD he's put up thick emotional walls and coined socially destructive tactics to keep people away, for their sake. He's a deeply emotional person under it all and wishes he could convey them better. But his life has required more of his blind rage than any other method, so he accepts the idea of never being anything more than a monster. So his undying loyalty and passions go untapped. He tries to fill the void with one-night stands and heavy drinking habits.

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Physical Appearance

Monoliths have varying control over their appearance depending on their experience and how long they've been a Monolith. Their True Forms are bestial and range in size and shape.

Human: A tan muscular man with a bad case of Resting Bitch Face. His physical age appears 35-ish, he’s 71", and he weighs around 300lb with long, wavy, dark brown/black hair he keeps up in a low bun. Sometimes he'll only pull back the front locks into a small ponytail to keep it out of his face. You'll find this dark hair everywhere else on his body too, excluding his face which is kept clean-shaven. He has dark brown eyes with faint crow's feet and freckles from sun damage, and a repeatably broken nose. His physique is muscular with a healthy amount of fat padding to soften his sharp edges, adding to the bulk of his already thick build. Many notable scars are littering his body. One across his neck was given to him by his late wife; knife cuts on his right arm and bullet impacts on his chest from mafia activity; scratches on his right shoulder and left forearm from a fight with another Monolith; stab wounds on his left arm and under his left ribs, ware mark on the right ankle, and lashes on his back are from his time spent as a gladiator.

Half-form: This can be any combination of his typically hidden features depending on his mood. Boar ears, glowing eyes, sharp claws, visible tusks, etc. He can choose to show these at will, however, at times when he’s overwhelmed by emotion these features will begin to seep through unintentionally.

Full monster: He rarely uses it due to the sheer size. Standing 24'1", close to the same height as a two-story building, he dawns the appearance of a large half-boar man reminiscent of the minotaur from Greek legend. With long dull claws and padded palms, he uses his long arms to walk on all fours when not in combat. Fur coats his body in varying lengths, the longest being along his back and head like a mane. His coat's texture feels bristly and coarse along the rest of his body, protecting his thick hide from environmental abrasions and cold.

Writers Note: There is an NSFW version attached to the Twitter post linked.

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Likes/Dislikes Likes: Liquar, Cigars, Rare Meat, Sparing

Dislikes: Having his morals criticized, Nightmares, being called a 'pig', and unnecessarily loud noises.

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Spells Spells must be learned and practiced to master. Shared Pain: This spell can be used on small wounds. The caster can transfer the damage done to their subject to themselves. The caster uses their blood to write runes on their subject's wounded area. To complete the link the caster then uses their subject's blood on themselves, on the same location mirroring their subject's wound. Blood for Blood: Specifically sacrificing the one who harmed the caster's subject to bring them back from the brink of death. This transfers all damage dealt to the sacrifice, killing them in the process. This spell can not be used if the subject has already ceased living.

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Skills Something the character has worked on perfecting physically, mentally, or academically Weapons Master: Deimos has used many different weapons throughout his life, leaving him the skill to use: Staffs, swords and shields, bows, and too many gun types to count. Hands-On: Hand-to-hand combat with Deimos is the worst place to be. From a young age, he was taught how to wrestle and was gifted with bone density and muscle growth to allow a hit to land without fazing him.

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Monolithic Power Monoliths have signature abilities unique to them requiring no learning outside of practice. Bone Armor: As Deimos takes damage he has a passive ability where bone will regrow over heavily damaged parts of soft tissue. The more you damage him, the harder he hits, but the slower he moves due to the weight. this can affect anywhere on his body and can be forcefully activated if he self-inflicts. His most common move is to pound his fists into a hard surface to build the bone around his knuckles before engaging in combat. The bone can also be broken off and used as a weapon. This power can be used in any form.

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Extras

Deimos's eyesight is shit. His sense of smell and hearing are heightened like a boar's, this also means however his eyes take a hit. He didn't technically learn how to read till glasses were invented due to it.

He refuses to cut his hair, wearing it as a sign of pride after having it all shaved off when sold into slavery to become a gladiator. Ever since he's put extra effort into avoiding being struck in the head and fire.

The car he drives is a 2008 Ford Excursion, Black. Perfect for transporting large loads.

His weapon of choice that he keeps on his hip at all times when on the job is a gun called The Judge. It's a five-shot revolver chambered for .410 bore shot shells and the .45 Colt cartridge.

[levithestripper]

I have no shame, anonymous thingy off, can you pls write for Cam <3 no specifics tbh I just love him

Misc. Romantic Headcanons with Camilo Madrigal

✩ Masterlist! ✩

✩ Warnings: gender-neutral reader ✩

✩ Taglist: @ban-canram ✩

✩ Length: 1.2k || Read on Ao3 ✩

✩ A/N: hey i love you and i love Camisole here you go <3 expect a part 2 soon ✩

Camilo is singlehandedly the most clingy boyfriend you’ve ever met. He refuses to let go of your hand. Doesn’t matter where you are. You’re holding his hand, and you’re gonna have to deal with it. When Cami has something he wants to show you, he laces your fingers together and pulls you along.

Kisses. Kisses all day, every day, constantly. Nose kisses, forehead kisses, kisses on the back of your hand, kisses up your arm like Gomez from Addams Family. Camilo gets the last one from his father, who does the same thing to Pepa.

Camilo’s love language is physical touch and acts of service. He makes the bed in the morning, makes you breakfast, even does some of your chores for you if he has time. At dinner, he sets a place for you next to him at the dinner table so he has an excuse to a) constantly bump your hand when he passes you stuff, and b) so he can easily press his leg against yours underneath the table.

He lets you wear his ruana!!!! He sees you shivering one day when you forgot to bring a jacket, so he slips his off and puts it on you. Cami wraps you up like a lil’ burrito <3 He also uses it as an excuse to hug you from behind.

One day, Cami finally convinces you to have a sleepover with him, so he plans the entire day with cute, couple-y things to do. The day begins with breakfast with his family, then right after he speeds through his chores, he takes you on a walk through the forests surrounding Encanto. Camilo leads you to a secluded spot where he had an entire picnic already set up, a wicker basket chock full of his tía Juliet’s arepas, empanadas, and other various snack foods she decided to pack for you two.

While you were eating, Cam notices that you had gotten food on your face; so being the little romantic devil that he is, instead of simply telling you about it, he kisses it off of your cheek. He loves how flustered you get when he does it <3

The rest of the day consists of Cami dragging you around town shopping and watching people perform in the town square. When the sun starts to set, Cam brings you back to Casita, where Isabella was waiting for him with a smirk on her face.

“You having fun, loverboy?” she teases him.

“Isa, shut the fUCK UP—”

When you actually do get to the sleepover part of your day, Camilo is all over you once he gets you inside his room. If you think he’s glued to your hip when you’re out in public together, you won’t believe how glued to you he is in private. Cam’s hands cup your cheeks when he kisses you, the pads of his thumbs stroking your cheekbones. He doesn’t go past aggressive make-out sessions, however. Mostly because he doesn’t want to rush the relationship, not wanting to push your boundaries.

Camilo is so lovesick, it’s disgusting. He literally looks like a cartoon character with heart eyes. When he hasn’t seen you in a while, he pushes the food around on his plate because he’s too caught up in his own head thinking about you. Abuela thought he was sick, so she asked Julieta to cook him something but, Dolores spills the beans about his crush on you.

Now, the whole family is invested in Camilo’s crush/relationship with you. Even Casita is in on it. Whenever you come over, Casita moves the tiles so you’re now standing directly in front of Cami. Like, nose to nose, can feel his breath on your skin, kind of close. It makes Cami super duper flustered, which is a wonderful bonus. Whenever Casita does it, you simply kiss Camilo on the nose and smile at him.

Dolores tells you all about Camilo, even things he thought no one knew about. Like how his heart beats really fast when you’re around, or how his palms get really sweaty when he’s waiting for you to arrive. Or how he paces around his room at night when he’s nervous.

Dolores loves to tease her younger brother about you, elbowing him in the side with a knowing smirk. At dinners, she’ll purposely bring up embarrassing things that Cami’s done, just to see him grow flustered and hide behind his hands, pulling his hair down in front of his eyes. Specifically, embarrassing things that he’s done because you were around. One time, he saw you shopping on your own in town and he stared at you instead of looking where he was going. He ran right into a wall, causing his gift to glitch, making him look fish-eyed.

Camilo loves to entertain you with his gift! He enjoys shapeshifting into people and putting on little skits to make you laugh.

“Hey, mi vida?” he asks, his head cocked to one side.

“Yeah?”

“Who’s your favorite person?”

You didn’t even have to think about it before replying, the answer obvious. “My favorite person is you, silly.”

Cami asked you who your favorite person was so he could shift into them to use them in a skit, so he wasn’t expecting you to reply with such a sweet answer. It made him feel all soft and mushy on the inside, almost as if he was going to melt into a puddle right then and there. Camilo moves to sit on your lap, his arms wrapping around your neck. “Mmm, cariño,” he groans, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Te amo tanto, mi vida.”

He’s so genuinely in love with you it’s not even funny. In the big foyer of Casita, he’ll teach you how to dance if you don’t already know how. Even if you do know how to dance, he’ll show you new moves he’s made up recently, or he’ll just opt to sway around with you like a slow dance. Camilo stares at you unabashedly when you’re looking down at your feet as you try to match his footsteps, only looking away when you catch him staring. Once you get the hang of it, Cami’ll spin then dip you, allowing him to smirk and kiss you like the romantic he is.

It’s always either early in the morning before everyone else is awake, or later at night when the sun is setting when he dances with you. He chooses those times specifically since he loves the way the rising/setting sun washes over your pretty features. And it’s typically when most of his family is out of the house, giving you two some alone time together outside of his room.

Camilo will fall asleep in your lap sometimes when you two’re snuggling together. At first, it starts off with him resting his head on your shoulder before it eventually evolves into him sliding down enough for his head to fall into your lap. You always run your hands through his soft, curly, golden-brown hair. Whenever you do, a smile appears on his face, even when he’s sound asleep. You keep a hand free, so you’re able to trace the soft curves of his face, the pads of your fingers running back and forth over the bridge of his nose and over his eyebrows.

[heretohelptheidiots]

Isabella x Female Reader. The Reader belongs to another magical family and their powers is that they can glow like a lamp. De Lampara They can glow their eyes or even their whole body. They can control their glowing but it is also based on their emotions. Their magic can change colors whatever they want. Their blushes can glow too uwu Some of the townspeople rumored that this person is like a sun goddess or a spirit when they've visited Encanto for their first steps. God we also have ideas to make encanto OCS holy crap-

So good!

Rumors of another blessed family had reached your home a couple weeks back, and you had set out to find them. You felt the inextricable pull of something telling you the next stage of your life was just over there.

You reached Encanto, looking around at the tidy little town with the massive house on the hill. You stopped at the church first, finding the most beautiful woman you had ever seen standing outside tending to some cacti.

“Hello there, I’m new to town. I was looking for a family called the Madrigals.” You said, struggling to keep from lighting up.

“Well, you’ve found one.” She said straightening and looking you over. “Can I help you?” Her gaze was critical.

“Possibly.” You said, your face starting to heat up. “I heard that your family had magic, and well, so does mine, and I uh.” You got distracted by the way the plant kept trying to move towards her.

“You have magic?” She asked, looking at you more closely.

“Yes.” You said, paying attention again. You held out your hands and let light glow from them. She gasped in amazement and put her fingers out to touch. It was warm, but not enough to burn. Her fingers brushed along your palms, playing with the light. She looked up and arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

“Your face is glowing.” She pointed out. You nodded.

“It does that from time to time.” You said, trying to deflect.

“It’s pink.”

“Yeah, does that to.”

You could hear whispers behind you. ‘It’s a spirit.’ ‘Something divine’ were what you could make out. You turned and offered a little wave.

“Uh, hello.” You said. You felt a delicate hand on your arm.

“She’s coming up to Cassita, you can have her later.” She announced, starting to pull you through town.

“Thank you, could I have your name?” You asked, realizing you’d forgotten to ask before.

“Isabela. You?”

“Y/n.” You supplied. She nodded and lead you right up to the house on the hill. Introductions were had and Señora Madrigal spent hours talking to you. Your story was in many ways similar to that of the Madrigals, and ancestor had been displaced, a major loss had occurred, and they had been blessed with gifts. The door thing was definitely different though.

At dinner that night you were sat next to Isabela. You fought to contain the light trying to come from your face. It was so unfair that she was so pretty.

“Why is the light pink?” Antonio asked, noticing the shift in colors.

“Each color relates to a different mood.” You said. “And the intensity of color relates to the intensity of feeling. For example blue is sad, the darker the blue, the deeper the sad.”

“So is pink Looove?” Camilo teased, earning a smack on the back of his head from Dolores. “Oow!”

“Just a shyness or embarrassment.” You deflected. Isabela’s foot brushed yours setting the shade even darker.

“Oh, just shyness?” She questioned.

“Mmhmmm. This meal is excellent Señora Julietta.” You said, trying to change the subject. Isabela left it alone the rest of the evening. The next day you walked down with them to assist around town. Isabela insisted that you go with her, and you used your powers to give hers a little boost. It wasn’t much, but it did seem to help a little. As weeks passed, she began to insist you go with her even if there wasn’t anything to do with her powers going on.

“Can I ask you a question?” You said one day as you sat in her room.

“Better than anyone I know, aside from Mirabel anyway.”

“Why do you keep me inviting me around?” She fixed your with a ‘God you’re dense, but it’s cute.”

“Plants need light.” She said kissing your cheek.

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𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓰𝔀𝓸𝓷—𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓸𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓼

𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓰𝔀𝓸𝓷—𝓸𝓭𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽

sypnosis : girl named kim yn, debuts under hybe with a ton of attention, making her stand out from the rest. she thought it was fine at first, until she was caught off guard and caught in a scandal with one of the groups in hybe labels.

warnings! cursing & innapropriate jokes (at certain chapters)

"yn! please come out! we're gonna help you, please!" i heard ni-ki screaming along with heavy footsteps running back and forth.

i let out silent sobs, too wrecked to even come out of where i had been hiding. i heard them yelling my name, heck i even heard the manager yelling for me. i took in a deep breath only to let out a loud sob, catching myself off guard and the people around me.

"yn unnie.." minju said as she hugged me tightly and rubbed my back as i cried on her shoulder.

"you found her, yn..." the girls soon gathered around and hugged me as they called out the rest who were also finding for me.

they led me to the dance studio before we all hugged and they comforted me, telling me that this was a phase that i should just ignore. but how could i ignore it when there were literally fans who were making fun of me, using my old pictures and drawing pictures on them.

"ynnie, look at me." haerin said as she cupped my face and let out a big smile, "yn, this is going to go away very soon. they're just jealous of all your achievements and what they could not do, you did. they don't see what we see in you, you have a ton of potential yn."

"i agree, you're all perfect one by one. yn, they're just attacking you even more because of your leadership. just like i had it, they hated me and kept saying mean things to me until they were tired because i didn't even pay attention to them." jungwon agreed to haerin's sentence and opened his arms.

i hugged him abd we wobbled from side to side as he calms me down, i was for sure going to get made fun of my ni-ki and eunchae later on for having this moment. jungwon gave really warm hugs, he really did.

after a while, i moved on from the situation, or i forced myself to, so we could have our party started before everyone left. there were tons of people, ni-ki, jungwon and sunoo from enhypen, eunchae and kazhua from le sserafim, haerin and hanni from newjeans and my own group.

we ordered food delivery that came in ten minutes and we ate it all up while getting to know one another. we played mafia in a circle and the circle went like this, me, jungwon, haerin, minju, ni-ki, haruka, isabella, eunchae, hanni, kazuha, sunoo, hanni, doyeon and back to me. doyeon was the invigilator of the game.

the mafias were unknown, i was the doctor, and the two policemen were unknown. we started off the game well until one by one, everyone around me started dieing.

"yn's mafia! i'm telling you!" ni-ki yelled out loud dramatically and i threw my plushie at him, "it's not me!"

"then what are you, ynnie?!" eunchae asked as they all laughed at how i was super defensive.

"i have a role but i'm not the mafia!"

"so what's your role then?!"

"if i say it i'm going to die..!"

"she's definitely the mafia!"

"no no, she's a civilian! i can vouch for her!" jungwon yelled amongst the crowd and they all 'oo'-ed.

"backing up for you girlfriend huh?" haerin teased as i got up my seat just to hit her shoulder.

"no no seriously! i checked her role!"

"what if they're both mafias?"

"we're not oh my god?!?!?"

"it's—"

"NISHIMURA RIKI SAY ONE WORD AND I'M UNFRIENDING YOU EVERYWHERE." i protected my role as well as jungwon's and ni-ki cried out laughing with the others.

but in the end, jungwon and i were voted out together. jungwon and i gasped at who the mafias were, unsurprisingly, it's ni-ki of course, with eunchae. wow.

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