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minaramen · 3 years ago

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Haruka Isumi Rabbitube Part 1 - Spending time with Haruka

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Meeting room

Staff: …Well then, let’s do a summit on the Rabbitube project

Staff: Re:vale, of course, but also Idolish7 and Trigger joined the Rabbitube project already, but I’m happy Zool members decided to join as well. Let’s all have fun together

Momo: I’m happy Zool members will join us, this time!

Yuki: I have great expectations, since you’ve got great potential

Touma:…yeah! We’ll do our best!

Touma: Isn’t it right, guys?

Torao…what kind of potential is he talking about��?

Minami: I think he’s referring to our potential towards variety shows

Haruka: Why did it turn out like this…

Touma: Hey, that’s a great thing, isn’t it?. We have received this job from our senpai

Momo: Wait, wait! Do you hate variety?

Yuki: I like watching Minami kun eating his meals with gusto

Minami: Is that so? What an honor

Haruka: Minami eats a lot

Torao: Will I have to touch some kind of animal again?

Momo: Ahah! You won’t’. But I’d like to watch such cold guys doing that

Haruka:…”cold guys”….

Yuki: Of course. You have good appearances, and you’re very fascinating

Momo: You came into contact with animals, had gluttony confrontations, you also did bungee jumping… Aah, can guys with such faces do things like that, I wondered!

Yuki: Let us see more of these. And be sure to make the spectators dream

Zool:….

Touma: Yes! We’ll do our best!

Torao: Making women dream is my speciality

Haruka: We won’t just try doing it… we will make the spectators dream

Minami: It seems we will need to approach this Rabbitube challenge with a different spirit than usual

Momo: Take care of us, this year!

Zool: Take care of us!

Cut to Tsukumo’s office

Touma: Hey, have you watched all the others’ Rabbitubes yet?

Haruka: Well, in my own way…

Torao: I was sitting next to you when you were watching. I’ve watched a bit

Minami: I’ve not seen them completely, either

Shiro: That’s not good

Zool: Wah!

Touma: You…you scared me! How long have you been standing there?

Shiro: Just now

Haruka: This guy is very good at not being noticed, isn’t he

Shiro: Now that you got the job, do me the favor of watching them all, properly

Shiro: Your usual exciting fanservice is also wonderful, but… how about showing yourself just the way you are?

Shiro: Look it over, please

Minami: Showing our real selves… isn’t that what we tried to avoid the most, until now?

Torao: I guess so. What we couldn’t do, what we were not able to do…are we going to challenge that, now?

Haruka: I was thinking about something easier, but we’ll do great

Touma: We can do that, the way we are now

Haruka: Touma…

Shiro: I feel the same. Well, today we will work through the night studying “Rabbit Tube”

Zool:…yes!

*Cut to a classroom*

Tamaki: Wah, it’s over!

Tamaki: Hey, Iorin! I did great, didn’t I? I studied properly!

Iori: You studied as usual. In fact, since we can’t come to school often we should be appreciate the school for organizing special classes for us

Tamaki: Well, I want the school to appreciate the fact that I studied properly

Iori: What are you even saying?

Tamaki: Hey, Iori, Isumin thinks the same! Don’t you, Isumin?

Haruka: What? Don’t dump it on me! If anything, I’m more like Izumi!

Iori: More like me?

Tamaki: What do you mean? Do you like free toys that come with sweets too?

Iori: T-that’s not true. I don’t like free toys

Haruka: No, I was trying to say that I don’t hate studying!

Tamaki: Really? Amazing! Studying is definitely impossible for me.

Tamaki: I’d be dead if it wasn’t for today’s reward

Haruka: Reward?

Iori: We’re planning to meet with Nanase san and go eat cakes at our bakery

Haruka: A-ah…cakes…?

Tamaki: Yes, at Iorin’s! You surely know “Fonte* Chocolate”, Isumin

Haruka: I know it…but…

Tamaki: Well, come with us! It’s awful not to eat anything sweet after using your head so much

Iori: Yes, what do you think about coming with us? Today’s the day when the seasonally limited cakes start to be sold

Haruka: I…I won’t come! I hate cakes!

Tamaki: That’s a lie. The other day I saw a special feature of you with cakes

Haruka: W-well…it’s just today! I feel like I hate cakes today!

Iori: Today? By the way, when did you start having this feeling exactly?

Iori: What kind of cakes do you normally like? Do you like eating the strawberry on top first, or…

Haruka: Don’t interview me!

Iori: We’re talking about my family’s cakes. There must be some extraordinary reasons why you don’t want to eat them

Haruka: Aah, give it a rest! I’ll come! I’ve just started to feel like I want to eat cakes

Tamaki: Yay! It’s settled!

*Plin plin*

Tamaki: …Ah, I received a Rabbichat from Rikkun…really?

Iori: What happened?

Tamaki: Rikkun is at the school gate. Apparently he ended his work early

Iori: What!? He did it again…I can’t believe it! Even though we were supposed to meet at the shop!

Haruka: Ah…I can see him from the window. He’s waving at us

Iori: I’ll scold him later

*Cut to the outside*

Iori: Really, what was the point of making such a fuss?

Riku: I just wanted to feel like I was coming home from school with you! I thought it would be fun to have some stops on the way home, to have a chat at the park…

Haruka: …Is Nanase really like that…?

Tamaki: Dunno. When he’s together with Iorin he’s like “waah” and smiles a lot

Tamaki: Hey, let’s do the stops Rikkun is talking about

Iori: Wait, please. Such a fuss is…

Haruka: Ah, I know a game center in Rokuba. Almost everybody in there is elderly, so I don’t think somebody would recognize us

Iori: Do you think it’s a good or a bad thing…?

Tamaki: Nice advice, Isumin! Let’s go there!

Riku: Let’s go! I want to go!

Iori: ..Ahh…okay. Just for today

Tamaki&Haruka&Riku: Hooray!

*Cut to the game center - everybody’s wearing a mask*

Riku: Amazing! Maybe it’s because of the time, but there’s almost nobody here!

Tamaki: Is this really Rokuba? Isumin, you’re a genius!

Haruka: Fufu. I think you should be grateful I even bothered to tell you

Riku: Yes! Thank you, Haruka kun! I’m happy!

Haruka: Ah…yes…

Riku: I think disguises aren’t necessary here

Iori: Well, okay. Just this once

*Everybody pulls their masks off*

Tamaki&Haruka: Yay!

Riku: Aah, I wish I had a school uniform to wear

Iori: Didn’t you wear one at the Ainana Academy?

Riku: Yes, but I want to wear it now!

Tamaki: Ah, let’s try this one! A zombie game!

Riku: Zombies? There really are?

Tamaki: There are not! You’re required to shoot at zombies! Isumin, are you good at this?

Haruka: It’s a piece of cake! Don’t underestimate my aim!

Riku: Iori, what does he mean with aim?

Iori: You need to fire the weapon at the enemy. The controller probably works as a rifle

Riku: Wow, sounds interesting! Since there are four of us, I wonder if we can play together

Tamaki: We can, we can! Since me and Isumin are used to games, we should team up with either Iorin or Rikkun

Haruka: Yes… how can we do that?

Iori: Since you also don’t hate studying, what do you think about teaming up with me?

Haruka: W-what? I-is that okay…? I don’t hate it…?

Iori: What do you hate?

Haruka: …Ah, uhm. It doesn’t matter

Riku: Okay, join me in the big brothers team, Tamaki!

Tamaki: Yeah! Take care of me, Rikkun!

Haruka: What do you mean by “big brothers”?

Riku: I’m the oldest here, and Tamaki is a big brother!

Iori: Well, I’m a little brother… Isumi san, you’re an only child, aren’t you?

Haruka: Yes. It’s just weird thinking about Yotsuba in the big brothers team

Tamaki: It’s not weird at all. It’s super accurate

Tamaki: Well, it’ll be a match between the Big Brothers and the Study Lovers! Let’s go!

*Shade in and out*

Ruummbllleee

Riku: Ah, it started…! A zombie!

Iori: Aren’t you afraid, Yotsuba san?

Tamaki: I’m not, since it’s action packed!

Haruka: I understand. You can’t stand something coming out from a quiet place, but this is a noisy game

Iori: …I don’t understand what’s good about games

Riku: Hey, where am I supposed to shoot this?! Also, am I even supposed to shoot!?

Tamaki: If you don’t shoot, we’ll get killed! The head! Shoot at its head!

Riku: U-uh…I’m sorry, Mr. zombie…!

Tamaki: Rikkun, that’s the flower pot! That’s the chandelier!

Haruka: Ahah, Nanase is so funny!

Riku: R-really!? Thank you!

Iori: Isumi san, let’s shoot at those gasoline tanks at the same time! We’ll do a wholesale killing!

Haruka: We’re the strategic ones! Okay, I like that!

Booooom

Haruka: Here we go! Overkill! We did it, Izumi!

Iori: Leave it to me! There are more of them coming..!

Tamaki: Wah! The chandelier Rikkun hit before has fallen down and we also did a massive kill! You’re amazing, Rikkun!

Riku: Really?! I guess I had an intuition!?

Haruka: Ahah…Man, that’s so fun!

Tamaki: If we play many games, we’ll get hungry and eat lots of cakes!

Iori: You don’t have to get hungry to eat as many cakes as you want

Riku: Let’s have fun together again, Haruka kun!

Haruka: Y-yes…please…!

End of part 1

TL *The character in Izumi’s means “(water) spring”; which in French is fonte

#haruka isumi #idolish7 #ainana #idolish7translation #translations #zool #rabbitube

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chasingpj · 4 years ago

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𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐝-𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝

"Ehm, is this like a seven-minutes-in-heaven thing?”

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

words: 5,236

warnings: none? pls let me know if i missed anything

timeline: post sea of monsters

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a/n: hi hi! i hope you guys like this chapter. i fell in a little bit of a rut about my writing so I've been holding off on posting but I think I'm pretty satisfied with how this came out. i'm so fried after editing this so if i happened to miss any typos, sorry, i tried haha.

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The heat and dimness from the cabin surround you like a warm hug making it challenging to stay awake. Your eyelids droop against your wishes to study, fatigue messing with your vision as it blurs the letters on the page you were trying to read. As you find yourself mindlessly reading words, you decide to give in, and soon you’re settled in an in-between state of consciousness.

Suddenly, you’re standing at the entryway of the kitchen in your home, the first thing you notice is the scent of your favorite meal as it fills your nostrils, and you smile sleepily as your father looks at you. He’s hovering over the stove, right hand stirring something in a saucepan, and he smiles widely at you.

“Stella, you’re home!” He announces as he pushes his round glasses up the bridge of his nose, “Go, sit! Dinner is almost ready.”

You smile at the nickname your father has called you since you were a child. He said that the first time you cried in his arms, your little body illuminated like a supernova, and since then, he’s called you Stella, the Latin word for star. You make your way past the kitchen island on your left, noticing the history channel playing on the small TV in the corner of the counter like always. A sense of nostalgia hits you in your core, and you sigh, feeling safe. As much as you loved the camp, homesickness was unavoidable.

You settle yourself at the black round table in the back of the kitchen, chin resting on your palm as you look outside of the window beside you. The small garden of herbs and flowers you have in the backyard is as you remember. Every summer, your father cultivates herbs and flowers in dedication to your mother. He uses most of the herbs for spells, and at the end of the summer, he would make a bouquet out of the brightest flowers in the garden and rest them on your mother’s alter.

The reminder of your mother made your stomach feel heavy, and you quickly push the thoughts of her away. You weren’t in the mood to deal with them, especially not in a dream like this. The thumping of Atticus’s footsteps coming down the stairs catches your attention, and soon your brother appears in the doorway with his usual wide smile.

“Hey! I thought you were making my favorite tonight.” His shoulders slump, and he playfully narrows his eyes at you. You shrug,

“What can I say? Must suck not being the favorite,” you joke, and Atticus gasps dramatically. The sound of your father’s laughter fills the room as he tilts his head back.

“I love you guys equally! That’s not nice to say,” he says as he points the spatula at you as he squints. You snort as Atticus joins you at the table,

“Yeah, Y/n, that’s not nice,” he repeats, poking his tongue out at you, and you return the action. You and your brother have a short competition of who can stick out their tongue harder as your father puts the food on the table. At the sight of your favorite meal, you let Atticus win, turning to put a portion on your plate.

Amidst your dinner conversation with your father and your brother, the deep growl rumbling in Ambrose’s chest makes its way into your dream. A soft hum leaves your lips, your neck relaxing against your will, and your head jolts forward as your cheek slips off your palm. You blink a few times, groaning since you’ve lost your dream.

“Ambrose, shush.” Your chin returns onto your hand, and you submit to your fatigue once again. The image of a ravenous bunny, cartoonishly stomping its way through a candy cane forest, filled your mind, projected on your eyelids like a movie in a theater. It’s too ridiculous to give much thought, and you were too busy relishing in the soothing feeling of sleep.

All of a sudden, Ambrose bursts into a series of short high pitched barks, jolting you awake. Your eyelids fly open, and you turn in your chair. Ambrose stands up tall, his fur contouring to his muscles as they flex. His ears are perched up; his focus fixed on the back wall. Whatever he was looking at, he didn’t dare to approach.

"What? What is it?"

The bunk beds obstructed your view, but you are sure you are alone. Everyone was out and about doing their normal camp activities; if anyone had entered the cabin, you would have heard them.

You groan in your hands as they rub your face to shake off the remaining fatigue, growing annoyed at Ambrose’s persistent barking that nips harshly at your eardrums.

“Ambros-”

A bitter breeze fills the room, and your breath gets caught in your throat at the feeling. Your arms wrap around your frame, failing to prevent goosebumps from forming on your arms. It was impossible. Today’s weather report called for a hot, humid day like it’s been all summer. As the hair at the back of your neck stands straight, and you have an idea of what’s happening, but you hoped you were wrong.

Ambrose abruptly ends his barking with a distressing whine. His ears sag low on the sides of his head as he retreats, his large body shrinking in fear. With cautious steps, you approach him in the middle of the cabin. The thumping of your pulse is loud in your ears, and for the first time in a while, a familiar pang strikes you in your gut. You’re being watched.

Despite his fear, Ambrose guards you finding the courage to stand tall and confident after cowering a few seconds ago. You let out a shaky breath, and warily, you finally catch sight of what has his attention.

A tall, dark figure stands still at the end of the room. The light that bleeds through the thin curtains behind it wasn’t enough to expose its face but instead illuminates the swirling black vapor that made up this human form.

From your years of experience, you learned how to deal with these kinds of things. Ghosts gravitated towards you like a moth to a lit flame. Most of the time, the spirits are harmless, looking for some company, and were eager to ask for favors you often couldn’t fulfill. Other times, they were more malevolent entities, existing to feed off your fears, and had the reputation of being stubborn guests.

From the way, the room turned impossibly cold in the middle of a sweltering summer afternoon and the heaviness in your gut, the shadow in front of you was definitely the latter.

"Who are you? How did you get here?" Your voice booms through the silence. "Why are you here-"

The cabin door slams open, the shadow dispersing the moment the sunlight bleeds through the room. You jump, gasping as your whole body turns around. The two figures at the doorway are dark, the sudden beams of light blinding you for a moment before you manage to recognize Connor and Travis.

“Why is it so damn dark in here? And cold? Jeez, Y/n, open the curtains at least,” Travis nags with a smirk on his lips.

“I don’t need light to see.” You groan, turning your face away, the sun shining right at you as Travis begins ripping open the curtains. “And I hate when the sun gets in my eyes,” you complain, stepping aside where sunlight doesn’t reach. Though you saw the shadow disperse, you glance at the back of the room, double-checking that what you saw was gone.

"You know... “

Your focus returns to the two boys standing side by side a few feet away from you. Both of them sporting the mischievous smirk that all the Hermes kids had when they’re about to stir up trouble. Connor only uttered two words, but it was clear they were up to something, and you were about to be involved.

"You've been locked up in here, in the dark, alone, for a while now. It's been like a week and a half since the incident, and we know you’re still a little down,” he trails off, swaying on his feet.

"... yeah?"

"And we think we have the perfect way to cheer you up!" Connor gives you a toothy grin, and as confident as he looked, you don’t quite believe him.

"And that is?"

"I think it's time we execute our bunny prank on the Ares cabin!"

You press your lips together in a thin line; head cocked to the side. "That's supposed to cheer me up?"

"Yeah!"

"How is putting my life in danger going to cheer me up?" Your gaze switches between the two as they exchange looks with each other.

“Um…” Connor says, lost for words.

"It'll be fun. We promise!" Travis insists, waving your comment off. He moves to sit in your chair, leaning back as he props his legs on your desk. "So, have you thought about how we're going to do this?"

You sigh softly, not bothering to protest. If you denied participating, Connor would be quick to remind you what’s at stake.

"I have," you admit. After your last interaction with Clarisse, the prank did come to mind.

The Stoll brother’s faces grew almost as bright as the sun outside. Connor takes a seat on the bed closest to you, leaned in with his elbows on his knees, "Tell us the details then,” he urges.

"Okay, so I found a shape-shifting potion in my spellbook. It's pretty simple. I have all the ingredients except for one. The only thing I need is the hair of a rabbit. Get that for me, and I'll make it." Connor and Travis nod eagerly, and you can already see the gears turning in their heads as they formulate a plan to catch a bunny.

"If you can get it to me in a few hours, we can sneak into their cabin while they're practicing in the arena. Then I can pour a few drops of the potion into their water cooler. The potion is potent; you only need a few drops for it to work."

"Sounds like a solid plan. They'll be thirsty after practicing, and boom, they’re all cute little bunnies,” Travis says, legs unmounting from your desk, and he hops onto his feet.

"So hurry and get me rabbit hair!”

A small, almost manic laugh comes from Connor’s lips, "This is gonna be epic!"

"Should we ask the nymphs for help?" Travis ponders out loud as he makes his way out of the dorm.

"Wait! We should get scissors! Do you have scissors?” Connor asks you, and you giggle. You grab a pair of scissors from your desk drawer, and Connor quickly swipes them from your hands the moment you present them to him.

"Thanks, Y/n!” Swiftly, he turns on his heels, trailing behind Travis.

"Be careful, please! Don't hurt the bunny!"

"We won't! The worse we'll do is give it a bald spot; they’ll be fine!" Travis shouts.

After the slamming of the front door and the ragged footsteps of Connor and Travis’s departure, your smile falters as the silence regresses. The figure you had seen comes to mind, and you frown, Ambrose whining as he sits close to your legs.

"That was weird, wasn't it?" You lean down, affectionately scratching the backs of his ears as Ambrose licks your wrists. The sight of his drooping eyes told you enough to know that this wasn’t the last time you’ll be seeing whatever that was.

"C'mon, let's not worry about that now. We have to make that potion." An uneasy grumble comes from Ambrose's chest as he nuzzles his snout in your hand.

"I know, I know," you whisper before standing up.

☆’.･.･:★:･.･.’☆

"Shh, they’re coming,” Travis announces in a whisper, silencing you and Connor’s conversation. The distanced chattering and footsteps of the Ares campers become louder as Clarisse pushes open the front door. The three of you duck lower in your place as they scatter to their beds, beginning to take off their armor. Travis slowly rises from his crouching position, peaking enough to see the inside. He gives you and Connor a nod, a silent okay to peek yourselves. Cautiously, you come up, watching the group now crowding around the water dispenser, playfully telling each other to hurry up.

Connor lightly pats your shoulder with excitement, and you scrunch your face, anticipation swirling in your stomach as one by one, they begin taking sips from their water bottles. Your jaw drops as Mark forms a snout, his hands flying up to his face.

"W-what?" He sputters, moving closer to his reflection in the mirror. "What is-"

The rest of his words became soft squeals, his whole body shrinking and shifting into a stark white bunny in the blink of an eye.

“Um? Did that just-?”

“How did-”

“You have bunny ears!” Ellis shouts, pointing at Clarisse while she formed a pair of her own. Clarisse didn’t have time to comment as Ellis joins her half-brother. One by one, they began shrinking, and small shrieks fill the room.

"What are you guys doing?" The three of you practically jump out of your skin, heads snapping in the direction of the voice.

Percy’s eyes are wide and curious, furrowing his eyebrows at the chaos breaking out in the Ares cabin. You open your mouth to say something but stop yourself, not wanting to blow your cover.

“It must have been the water!”

“When I see the Stoll Brother’s I’m going to-” Squeal.

Travis’s face was a tint of pink from holding in his laughter. He doesn’t respond, simply waving at Percy to come and see for himself. You and Percy exchange a smile before turning back to the window.

His chance at seeing the pool of white bunnies went down the drain; the four of you met with an angry Clarisse instead. To your dismay, she didn't completely transform. Her normally brown eyes are now crimson and her mouth transformed into a whiskered snout. White bunny ears peek through her brown hair, making it look like she was wearing one of those bunny ear headbands they sell at the pharmacy around Easter time. You’d be laughing as much as the Stoll Brothers if Clarisse’s stare wasn’t fixed on you and only you. You give her a nervous smile as you step away carefully, and the moment Clarisse moves to jump out the window, the four of you bolted.

“She’s gonna kill us!” You exclaim; Travis and Connor burst into laughter, hands over their stomach as they run beside you.

“Split up! She can’t kill all of us!” Travis suggests, already making a beeline into the forest with Connor.

“Yeah, cause she’s gonna go after me!”

“We’ll weave you a nice shroud!”

“WOW, THANKS!”

The cackles of the two made you roll your eyes, and you make a mental note never to help them with a prank ever again. You grunt as Percy grabs onto your wrist, and you stumble for a second until you catch up to his pace.

“You can’t run from me forever!” Clarisse shouts, running close behind. She was right, you couldn’t avoid her forever, but you just needed her to calm down. "When I catch you, I'm tying your necks like shoelaces!"

You cringe at the threat as you and Percy burst through the swinging doors of the Arts and Craft center, weaving your way through the campers.

“Sorry!” You shout over their groans as you’re pulled into one of the hallways. Seeing the closets along the walls of the hallway gave you an idea. You bite your lip, focusing on the door leading to the outside. Reaching your hand out, you flick your fingers forward, causing the door to burst open fast enough for it to lock in place.

The moment you approach the last door in the hallway, you grab the knob. A grunt leaves Percy’s lips as you drag him in the closet with you. He loses his footing from the change of direction, spinning hastily toward you, and the both of you stagger into the closet. You yelp, the weight of Percy’s body sending your back right against the wall, and the knob comes out of grip right as it slams closed.

Percy grunts, his hands push against the wall beside your frame, promptly lifting himself away from you.“Sor-”

“Shh.” Your index finger rests your lips as you look at the door. Your shoulders tense up, afraid that Clarisse had heard the slam. Soon, Clarrise’s pounding footsteps rise like a crescendo and, to your relief, gradually fades as she runs right out of the building. A shaky sigh leaves your lips before glancing at Percy, who’s directly in front of you. You smile sheepishly, foot moving to step back only to be met with the wall.

Percy’s heart beats loud in his chest, and he was hoping that you couldn’t hear it. He tried to step back as well, but Percy’s foot was met with the shelves behind him to his dismay. He scans your face in the dim lighting for a few seconds. Suddenly, he’s reminded of how he stumbled on top of you, making him too embarrassed to look at you any longer. His focus falters to the shelves beside him, forcing himself to find interest in the tubs of paint stacked on them.

“It’s your fault,” you accuse after some silence. Shock flashes across Percy’s face,

“Huh?”

“Because you were so nosey, you blew our cover.” You reach over, and you poke his shoulder. Percy’s peers down at where you poked him as if he was offended.

“At least I ran with you. Travis and Connor left you for dead!”

“Great friends, they are, huh?” You ask, your voice laced with playful sarcasm.

Percy laughs, "I think you've taken the trophy of being the most hated by Clarisse," he jokes.

"I don't think I can one-up you. You literally fought her dad and won," you point out. "I think if we split up, she'd definitely come after me. Imagine the last thing you see when you die is Clarisse looking like… that. "

Percy laughs and you laugh, too, feeling comfortable with making light of the situation now that you were out of harm's way.

"How did that even happen!?”

"I don't know!” You sigh, bummed that Clarisse had managed to be the only person who stayed human. “Maybe she didn’t drink enough water?”

“Wow, the only person you needed to transform into a bunny just didn’t,” Percy says as he crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the shelves.

“Pretty much.”

“You have amazing luck, Y/n,” he says sarcastically.

“Whatever,” you mumble, eye faltering to the shelves beside you. Percy’s laughter fills the small space, making it hard to prevent the smile from creeping on your lips. The sound of footsteps interrupts you as you open your mouth to say something else and it brings Percy’s laughter to an end. Your shoulders are practically up to your ears as you look into Percy’s wide eyes before he mouths, “we’re dead.” If it is Clarisse, you guys are cornered, and you prepare to shadow travel even if it meant you might pass out, especially if you bring him with you.

You furrow your eyebrows as you hear two familiar voices, and soon the door opens, revealing you both to Beckendorf and Silena. There is a moment of silence, Silena blinking at the both of you, her head tilted slightly to the side as she observes the tension. Beckendorf’s right eyebrow raises, glancing between you and Percy’s face.

"Ehm, is this like a seven-minutes-in-heaven thing?" Your face gets hot, and you exchange a look with Percy, noticing the tips of his ears are bright red.

"No, we were hiding from Clarisse,” he stutters out, gaze snapping to the two, and you nod quickly,

"Because I turned her into a bunny and-"

"She didn't transform all the way-"

"It's okay. Charles and I would sneak around at first, too," Silena interrupts, her lips curled up in a satisfied smile.

"We were just talking!" You and Percy say in unison. The more defensive you got, the more suspicious you both came off. From the way Beckendorf and Silena smiled at each other, you knew they weren’t buying it.

Beckendorf shrugs, and he steps forward, reaching between the two of you to grab the box of beads from the shelf. He hums, “It’s clear we interrupted something. I just needed this. You guys can carry on,” he teases, amused at how embarrassed the both of you are.

“But- we-” you stutter, unable to finish your sentence, Beckendorf shutting the door, and Silena makes a sound between a giggle and a squeal as they walk away.

Percy clears his throat, interrupting the short silence that fell between the two of you, “Um, should we…?” His voice falters, not finishing his sentence, but you already knew what he was going to ask.

“Yeah,” you agree awkwardly, opening the closet. “Let’s go,” you mumble, stepping out with Percy close behind you.

"Where should we go now?" Percy asks, opening the door to the outside for you, and you smile, finding it sweet. You thank him shortly, and you shrug,

"I'm not sure, but I don't think Clarisse has calmed down yet…" you trail off, catching sight of a fuming Clarisse standing beside Chiron a few meters away. “Dammit.”

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You shift on your feet, standing in Chiron’s office alongside Travis, Connor, and Percy. Clarisse’s crimson eyes are still narrowed at you as Chiron sighs, backing into his wheelchair before his backside disappears, allowing him to sit fully into it.

"I understand you guys are just having fun. However, I believe the Ares Cabin deserves a little break from the pranks, don't you think?" He asks as he looks at Connor and Travis.

You fiddle with your fingers, your shoulders slumped along with Connor and Travis’s shoulders. Travis nods, and he hums as if he considers it for a moment.

“We could prank the Apollo Cabin instead?" Connor suggests, and Chiron opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. You press your lips together in an attempt to refrain from smiling, discovering that Percy was doing the same. You became more amused at his face turning a little pink as he holds in his laughter, and you quickly look at your hands to recollect yourself.

“I’d prefer you tone down the pranking altogether,” Chiron clarifies. Connor frowns, and he nods slowly,

“Oh. Yeah, we could do that, I guess,” he mumbles, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. Chiron nods, shifting his gaze to you,

“Y/n, what did you used to transform them into rabbits?” You hum softly,

“It’s a shape-shifting potion from my spellbook,” you explain.

“How long will it take for them to transform back?” You look up for a second, trying to remember your notes. While recalling the day you went through Ernest’s potions book to jot the recipe in your Book of Shadows, you realize how many forms of the potion there were depending on the transformation length. Ernest had mentioned in passing something about reading his notes carefully. It wasn’t until now did you realize that the potion you had made was not the short-term one.

“About … 24 hours,” you admit, and Connor snorts beside you.

“What!?” Clarisse snaps, her fists clenching on her side. “You mean, they’re going to be like that until tomorrow afternoon?”

“Yes, that’s what 24 hours means,” you snap back; her presence was enough to annoy you. Clarisse’s glare burns into your face, and she moves to take a step, about to charge at you.

“Clarisse, please! They will be punished accordingly,” Chiron reassures her, making her halt in her place, and she groans, her arms crossing over her chest as she waits for Chiron’s verdict.

"Well, I was going to assign you four to clean the Pegasus stables, but now that it has come to my attention that the potion lasts 24 hours, your punishment is to feed and clean up after them while they’re under the spell."

“Ew, I’d rather clean the stables,” Connor mutters, and you furrow your eyebrows,

“But wouldn’t the pegasus stables be more work?” You ask, hoping to get him to change your punishment. The last thing you wanted to do was be surrounded by a bunch of angry bunnies. Sure they were small, but you did not doubt in your mind that you were going to be attacked by them.

“They are a big group; I think it is fair that Clarisse gets assistance in taking care of them,” He says calmly, his fingers intertwined as they rest on the desk in front of him. “Feed them before you go off to dinner, accommodate their sleeping arrangements and clean up after them before morning check-ins,” he decides. You sigh softly. At this point, as long as Clarisse wasn’t on the hunt to kill you, you were okay with it.

As Chiron dismisses you, you catch the satisfied smile Clarisse was sporting, and you felt your anger swirling in your chest. You grunt as you turn on your heels, Travis and Connor behind you as Percy walks by your side. You sigh, lazily trotting off the steps of the big house,

“This...”

“Sucks,” Percy finishes your sentence, and you nod, the both of you frowning.

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“Stop biting me!” You complain, nudging off the crowd of bunnies from your arm. Percy laughs, seated on the floor beside you as he helps you make a nest of blankets big enough for the bunnies.

“They hate you,” he comments, amused. His smirk falls flat, and he hisses as one of them gets a good bite on his finger. “Ow!” He squints at the bunny before picking it up. It was your turn to laugh, and you watch curiously as he walks to one of the dressers and plopping it on top. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re in time-out,” he grumbles.

“Wait, that’s actually really smart!” You look down at the bunnies around you. “They can’t jump from that high!” As you reach for the closest bunny, they run out of your reach, squealing, and soon they were huddled under a bed.

Percy smiles as they disperse, “well, now they’ll leave us alone,” he says as he sits beside you to continue piling the extra blankets you found. “You should have let me play that rock-paper-scissors game with them,” Percy mentions.

The two of you were stuck making a makeshift bed for the Ares campers since Travis and Connor had to round up their cabin for curfew. Well, one of them could have done it, but they insisted that it was a two-person job. You said it was unfair if they skipped out and they offered to settle who will go with an intense rock-paper-scissors game; best of three. You had accepted the challenge and lost miserably.

"I should have known there was no point in trying with their luck."

"Yeah, you walked right into that."

You side-eye him, "anyways, you would have lost.”

“How are you so sure?”

"Because, you just would have," you say shortly, and you smile as he turns to you.

“Well, considering how lucky you've been all day," he says sarcastically, and you squint at him. "I would have had a better chance,” he gloats.

“You’ve been real sassy today,” you mumble, and he laughs. “It’s fine. There’s not that much to do anyway.” Carefully, you roll the sides of the blankets into a nest shape after Percy finishes piling them. You rise on your feet, “It’d sleep there if I were a bunny. What do you think?”

“I would too. It seems comfortable,” Percy smiles as he stands up.

"Are you losers done?" Clarisse walks into the cabin with bowls of water for her siblings, and you roll your eyes as she puts them on the ground.

"Yeah, is it to their liking?" You ask with fake politeness, straining a smile. Clarisse observes the bundle of blankets as her siblings get in to try it out. She furrows her eyebrows, listening attentively to the various squeals. She had inherited most of the bunny traits, and though she didn’t transform completely, she could understand what they were saying.

“Eh, it’s good enough,” she concludes after hearing all the complaints of her siblings. “I’m sick of seeing your faces; get out.” She didn’t have to tell you twice, and you don’t waste any time as you turn on your heels. You were sick of seeing her face too.

Walking down the steps of the Ares Cabin, Percy follows beside you. A slight hum comes from his lips, and you look over,

“I was wondering when you’d come back to sword fighting,” he mentions, and you nod, recalling that you had agreed to attend classes after sparing with him a couple of weeks ago. “Your brother has been coming more often; he’s gotten a lot better.”

“That’s why my body has been aching so much,” you mutter more to yourself. For the past week, you thought you were staining your body in your sleep.

“Huh?”

“Long story,” you wave your hand, and you think about his question.

If you were completely honest, you weren’t as depressed about what had happened anymore. After you talked with Percy, you had finally come to terms with many of the thoughts that were tormenting you. However, you still stayed locked up in the Hermes Cabin because in the past week or so, you’ve gotten so much studying done. You wanted to stay in and read, and you were planning on milking your excused absences for as long as you could. But now, you considered that maybe you should return to your normal activities. Connor and Travis were becoming more worried, so were Atticus and Lou Ellen.

“I could join tomorrow,” you say hesitantly, your heart fluttering as Percy’s face brightens up. “Are you that excited to beat me up?” You joke, and Percy laughs, shaking his head.

“No! It’s just… it’s weird not seeing you around.” He admits shyly as he looks away. The cool summer breeze blows on your warm cheeks, and you swallow,

“I’ll go tomorrow,” you confirm, sounding more sure of yourself this time. Once you approach the steps of the Hermes cabin, you turn to him. “Good night, Perce.”

The sides of Percy’s eyes crinkle as he nods, “Good night,” he says as he slowly backs away. “And try to wake up on time, yeah? I’m not feeding the Ares cabin alone tomorrow,” he teases. You did have a habit of being the last person to arrive at breakfast. He must have noticed.

“Yeah, yeah. Worry about yourself, waterboy.” You smile, hearing him scoff. Opening the door to the Hermes cabin, you look back at him one more time. You take in the wide grin on his face, and he nods,

“Got it. I’ll remember that when you’re being chased by Clarisse again.” Your mouth drops open, eyes glinting at his banter.

“You better go before the harpies eat you!” You shoo him away as he laughs, then with a short salute of his two fingers, he walks off to his cabin.

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I found this useful.............💗Advice from a psychologist:

After having thirty-one sessions this week with patients where the singular focus was COVID-19 and how to cope, I decided to consolidate my advice and make a list that I hope is helpful to all. I can't control a lot of what is going on right now, but I can contribute this.

Edit: I am surprised and heartened that this has been shared so widely! People have asked me to credential myself, so to that end, I am a doctoral level Psychologist in NYS with a Psy.D. in the specialities of School and Clinical Psychology.

MENTAL HEALTH WELLNESS TIPS FOR QUARANTINE

1. Stick to a routine. Go to sleep and wake up at a reasonable time, write a schedule that is varied and includes time for work as well as self-care.

2. Dress for the social life you want, not the social life you have. Get showered and dressed in comfortable clothes, wash your face, brush your teeth. Take the time to do a bath or a facial. Put on some bright colors. It is amazing how our dress can impact our mood.

3. Get out at least once a day, for at least thirty minutes. If you are concerned of contact, try first thing in the morning, or later in the evening, and try less traveled streets and avenues. If you are high risk or living with those who are high risk, open the windows and blast the fan. It is amazing how much fresh air can do for spirits.

4. Find some time to move each day, again daily for at least thirty minutes. If you don’t feel comfortable going outside, there are many YouTube videos that offer free movement classes, and if all else fails, turn on the music and have a dance party!

5. Reach out to others, you guessed it, at least once daily for thirty minutes. Try to do FaceTime, Skype, phone calls, texting—connect with other people to seek and provide support. Don’t forget to do this for your children as well. Set up virtual playdates with friends daily via FaceTime, Facebook Messenger Kids, Zoom, etc—your kids miss their friends, too!

6. Stay hydrated and eat well. This one may seem obvious, but stress and eating often don’t mix well, and we find ourselves over-indulging, forgetting to eat, and avoiding food. Drink plenty of water, eat some good and nutritious foods, and challenge yourself to learn how to cook something new!

7. Develop a self-care toolkit. This can look different for everyone. A lot of successful self-care strategies involve a sensory component (seven senses: touch, taste, sight, hearing, smell, vestibular (movement) and proprioceptive (comforting pressure). An idea for each: a soft blanket or stuffed animal, a hot chocolate, photos of vacations, comforting music, lavender or eucalyptus oil, a small swing or rocking chair, a weighted blanket. A journal, an inspirational book, or a mandala coloring book is wonderful, bubbles to blow or blowing watercolor on paper through a straw are visually appealing as well as work on controlled breath. Mint gum, Listerine strips, ginger ale, frozen Starburst, ice packs, and cold are also good for anxiety regulation. For children, it is great to help them create a self-regulation comfort box (often a shoe-box or bin they can decorate) that they can use on the ready for first-aid when overwhelmed.

8. Spend extra time playing with children. Children will rarely communicate how they are feeling, but will often make a bid for attention and communication through play. Don’t be surprised to see therapeutic themes of illness, doctor visits, and isolation play through. Understand that play is cathartic and helpful for children—it is how they process their world and problem solve, and there’s a lot they are seeing and experiencing in the now.

9. Give everyone the benefit of the doubt, and a wide berth. A lot of cooped up time can bring out the worst in everyone. Each person will have moments when they will not be at their best. It is important to move with grace through blowups, to not show up to every argument you are invited to, and to not hold grudges and continue disagreements. Everyone is doing the best they can to make it through this.

10. Everyone find their own retreat space. Space is at a premium, particularly with city living. It is important that people think through their own separate space for work and for relaxation. For children, help them identify a place where they can go to retreat when stressed. You can make this place cozy by using blankets, pillows, cushions, scarves, beanbags, tents, and “forts”. It is good to know that even when we are on top of each other, we have our own special place to go to be alone.

11. Expect behavioral issues in children, and respond gently. We are all struggling with disruption in routine, none more than children, who rely on routines constructed by others to make them feel safe and to know what comes next. Expect increased anxiety, worries and fears, nightmares, difficulty separating or sleeping, testing limits, and meltdowns. Do not introduce major behavioral plans or consequences at this time—hold stable and focus on emotional connection.

12. Focus on safety and attachment. We are going to be living for a bit with the unprecedented demand of meeting all work deadlines, homeschooling children, running a sterile household, and making a whole lot of entertainment in confinement. We can get wrapped up in meeting expectations in all domains, but we must remember that these are scary and unpredictable times for children. Focus on strengthening the connection through time spent following their lead, through physical touch, through play, through therapeutic books, and via verbal reassurances that you will be there for them in this time.

13. Lower expectations and practice radical self-acceptance. This idea is connected with #12. We are doing too many things in this moment, under fear and stress. This does not make a formula for excellence. Instead, give yourself what psychologists call “radical self acceptance”: accepting everything about yourself, your current situation, and your life without question, blame, or pushback. You cannot fail at this—there is no roadmap, no precedent for this, and we are all truly doing the best we can in an impossible situation.

14. Limit social media and COVID conversation, especially around children. One can find tons of information on COVID-19 to consume, and it changes minute to minute. The information is often sensationalized, negatively skewed, and alarmist. Find a few trusted sources that you can check in with consistently, limit it to a few times a day, and set a time limit for yourself on how much you consume (again 30 minutes tops, 2-3 times daily). Keep news and alarming conversations out of earshot from children—they see and hear everything, and can become very frightened by what they hear.

15. Notice the good in the world, the helpers. There is a lot of scary, negative, and overwhelming information to take in regarding this pandemic. There are also a ton of stories of people sacrificing, donating, and supporting one another in miraculous ways. It is important to counter-balance the heavy information with the hopeful information.

16. Help others. Find ways, big and small, to give back to others. Support restaurants, offer to grocery shop, check in with elderly neighbors, write psychological wellness tips for others—helping others gives us a sense of agency when things seem out of control.

17. Find something you can control, and control the heck out of it. In moments of big uncertainty and overwhelm, control your little corner of the world. Organize your bookshelf, purge your closet, put together that furniture, group your toys. It helps to anchor and ground us when the bigger things are chaotic.

18. Find a long-term project to dive into. Now is the time to learn how to play the keyboard, put together a huge jigsaw puzzle, start a 15 hour game of Risk, paint a picture, read the Harry Potter series, binge watch an 8-season show, crochet a blanket, solve a Rubix cube, or develop a new town in Animal Crossing. Find something that will keep you busy, distracted, and engaged to take breaks from what is going on in the outside world.

19. Engage in repetitive movements and left-right movements. Research has shown that repetitive movement (knitting, coloring, painting, clay sculpting, jump roping etc) especially left-right movement (running, drumming, skating, hopping) can be effective at self-soothing and maintaining self-regulation in moments of distress.

20. Find an expressive art and go for it. Our emotional brain is very receptive to the creative arts, and it is a direct portal for release of feeling. Find something that is creative (sculpting, drawing, dancing, music, singing, playing) and give it your all. See how relieved you can feel. It is a very effective way of helping kids to emote and communicate as well!

21. Find lightness and humor in each day. There is a lot to be worried about, and with good reason. Counterbalance this heaviness with something funny each day: cat videos on YouTube, a stand-up show on Netflix, a funny movie—we all need a little comedic relief in our day, every day.

22. Reach out for help—your team is there for you. If you have a therapist or psychiatrist, they are available to you, even at a distance. Keep up your medications and your therapy sessions the best you can. If you are having difficulty coping, seek out help for the first time. There are mental health people on the ready to help you through this crisis. Your children’s teachers and related service providers will do anything within their power to help, especially for those parents tasked with the difficult task of being a whole treatment team to their child with special challenges. Seek support groups of fellow home-schoolers, parents, and neighbors to feel connected. There is help and support out there, any time of the day—although we are physically distant, we can always connect virtually.

23. “Chunk” your quarantine, take it moment by moment. We have no road map for this. We don’t know what this will look like in 1 day, 1 week, or 1 month from now. Often, when I work with patients who have anxiety around overwhelming issues, I suggest that they engage in a strategy called “chunking”—focusing on whatever bite-sized piece of a challenge that feels manageable. Whether that be 5 minutes, a day, or a week at a time—find what feels doable for you, and set a time stamp for how far ahead in the future you will let yourself worry. Take each chunk one at a time, and move through stress in pieces.

24. Remind yourself daily that this is temporary. It seems in the midst of this quarantine that it will never end. It is terrifying to think of the road stretching ahead of us. Please take time to remind yourself that although this is very scary and difficult, and will go on for an undetermined amount of time, it is a season of life and it will pass. We will return to feeing free, safe, busy, and connected in the days ahead.

25. Find the lesson. This whole crisis can seem sad, senseless, and at times, avoidable. When psychologists work with trauma, a key feature to helping someone work through said trauma is to help them find their agency, the potential positive outcomes they can effect, the meaning and construction that can come out of destruction. What can each of us learn here, in big and small ways, from this crisis? What needs to change in ourselves, our homes, our communities, our nation, and our world?

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c-ptsdrecovery · 5 years ago

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Mental Health Wellness Tips for Quarantine

From Facebook, written by Betsy Williams Briggs

[As an anxious person myself, please note: this is not a list of EVERYTHING YOU SHOULD BE DOING. Pick the things that will help you and let the others go! <3 ]

From a psychologist: After having thirty-one sessions this week with patients where the singular focus was COVID-19 and how to cope, I decided to consolidate my advice and make a list that I hope is helpful to all. I can't control a lot of what is going on right now, but I can contribute this.

MENTAL HEALTH WELLNESS TIPS FOR QUARANTINE

1. Stick to a routine. Go to sleep and wake up at a reasonable time, write a schedule that is varied and includes time for work as well as self-care.

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fanfiction4thesoul · 5 years ago

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What I See Part 2

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Word Count: ~1.5

Warnings: None

Summary: You’re headed back home to London after a few years in America. You’ve got a new job at EMI, thanks to your best friend Freddie and you’re ready to start the next chapter of your life. But navigating life is far more interesting when you see far more than anyone else.

A/N: Oh my god guys. I did NOT mean for this part to take that long. Unfortunately I had a lot of things come up that needed taking care of and I’m still kind of in the middle of it. But I put aside a little time to finish this part, so I’m sorry if it seems a little rushed. Thank you again for your continued support as well as everyone that comments/likes/reblogs! I’ll try and get all my shit sorted so the next part won’t take too long.

Part 1

The ghost was a middle aged man, balding dirty blonde hair and a mean grimace on his face. He was shouting like his life depended on it making it nearly impossible to hear what Freddie was saying. You tried to keep your eyes off him to avoid seeming weird, but you could still see his wild gestures from the corner of your eye. The negative energy he was projecting into the room almost made you dizzy as it blasted you.

You missed the introductions but Freddie told you enough about everyone through stories that you could easily name each of them. Which meant that the ghost was yelling at Roger for whatever reason. Thankfully the ghost decided to take a break from his shouting to instead huff around in the corner.

“Uh, it’s so nice to meet you all. Fred’s told me a lot about you” you said, trying to shake yourself into focus.

Brian smiled at you. “He hasn’t stopped raving about you either.”

“Oh yeah, mostly good things. Except for your fashion sense, though. We’ve heard multiple times how atrocious it is.” John chimed in.

“And now you can see I was right,” Fred gestured to you as if to prove his point. “I’ve spent years trying to get her to change, maybe you can do better than me, Rog.”

Roger eyed you up and shrugged his shoulders, “I’ll see what I can do.”

“I really don’t know if I should be offended by that or not,” you said, hands on your hips.

“Take it whatever way you want, love. Just know that it’s only the clothes that need some help.” He smirked at you leaning back in his chair.

“Oh, yeah, great line. Trying to pick up your co-worker. Great angle Roger…” The ghost grumbled in the background. You pursed your lips. It seemed like he hadn’t noticed you staring at him while he was throwing his fit. This ghost was… volatile. In a way you hadn’t seen before. And the negativity that clung to him was something you never experienced and it made you uneasy. So maybe pretending you couldn’t see him would be better. At least for now.

“Roger, if you’re going to flirt with (Y/N) please do it where I can’t hear it.” Freddie huffed, setting the table with dinner.

“But I can flirt with her?” He raised his eyebrows, looking from you to Fred. Brian and John also stopped what they were doing to look over, waiting for Freddie’s answer. You just smirked and sauntered around the table to sit in the chair Roger was resting his arm on.

You gave Roger a wide smile, “I’ve already been warned you’re a shameless flirt. So it’s no skin off my bones if you want to spend your time complimenting me.”

There was a beat before Brian, John, and Freddie started laughing. “I think I’m going to have fun with you.” Roger said, shaking his head at you.

“That’s my (Y/N), darling. She’s the only one I know who can probably keep up with you.” Fred was still smiling as he sat down with the last of the food.

Dinner went off really well, better than you could have hoped. Even though Freddie told you so much about everyone, actually meeting them and talking to them were very different. You could see some of their quirks shining through. Each one of them was extremely intelligent in their own way. John was more inclined to listen to the conversation rather than actively participate. Brian was soft spoken and kind. He asked about your version of how you met Fred as well as your studies to be a sound tech.

Freddie and Roger dominated the conversation, going back and forth with stories and jabs at each other in a friendly way. Roger threw in as many flirty comments your way which earned groans from everyone at the table. You deflected with laughs and quips, though some of them definitely made your face heat up as they got more suggestive.

But all throughout dinner the ghost stuck around. He kept mumbling obscenities, critiquing whatever Roger said, normally after he threw in another line but at least he didn’t start shouting again. Your back was to him so you couldn’t see his face, but the snarky comments and negative energy rolling off him put you on edge.

When Roger got up to leave after dinner, giving you a wink as he passed, you watched as the ghost followed him up the stairs. It only confirmed that it was attached to him.

The uncomfortable energy left as he disappeared taking the heavy, oppressive feeling with him and it felt like you could breathe normally again. Freddie gave you a look, but it was definitely more suggestive than imploring.

When Brian and John both bid you good night, you waited another moment, biting your lip. Freddie was the only confidant you ever had with your gift, but it was normally for silly things they did. You never met such a negative spirit before, at least not one that carried around that negativity like a blanket to drape over whatever room they were in.

It made you nervous.

But just when you opened your mouth to tell Freddie, Paul walked into the room grabbing his attention.

You sighed. Maybe tomorrow.

Just as you were about to slip out of the room, Freddie called to.

“Good night, darling! See you bright and early tomorrow morning!”

“‘Night Fred.” You smiled at him walking out into the cold night air.

~O~

It turned out you couldn’t do much recording if there wasn’t actually anything to record. While the boys certainly had plenty of ideas, there wasn’t anything that they thought was ready to be put to tape. They were perfectionists and you could definitely see how you could go crazy on this farm with them. So for the past week you mostly sat behind the soundboard, playing with the sounds as the boys practiced whatever they wanted.

And even in the recording room, the ghost followed Roger and the negative emotion he brought was even stronger than it was on the first night. Despite the one sided shouting match that you walked into yesterday, the ghost remained stoically silent almost bottling his emotions up to make his energy that much more oppressive.

Whenever Roger came close, it was like a douse of cold water falling over you making you tense up. You still met his flirty comments beat for beat, but you wanted nothing more than to bolt from the room.

At the end of each day, you quickly made an excuse to go to your house, avoiding additional invitations to dinner.

“Please, (Y/N). We’ve barely seen you outside of work!” Freddie was whining at you just when you were saying goodbye.

Your eyes drifted behind him to where Roger was adjusting his drums, the ghost pacing along behind him. “I’m just not feeling it tonight Fred. Maybe tomorrow, yeah?”

Freddie looked around, spying who was behind him. “Is it Roger? Darling, did Roger do something? Say something? You know he means it in jest.”

“It’s not Roger, Fred. Trust me.” And it really wasn’t. You wanted to get to know him more, but that damn ghost just keeps getting in the way. When Roger was practicing in the other room, you could freely talk to Brian and John but as soon as Roger walked in and the ghost followed you suddenly felt stunted. Getting to know Roger was… a challenge.

“Then what is it?”

“I… m not sure.” You took another look at the ghost before turning for the door.

You didn’t get very far before someone was calling your name.

“(Y/N)! Wait up!” It was Roger, hair flowing behind him as he came up beside you. “I… uh. The guys… they decided that we should take at least one day off during the week. And the, ah the town isn’t that far down the way. I’m not sure what there is to do there… but do you wanna go explore it?” He stuttered over his words a bit but he didn’t appear nervous.

Just as you were going to respond, the ghost came through the wall and sunk your mood. It was so infuriating. Every. Single. Time. And it was only if he was in the same room! You never, ever in your life wanted to get rid of a ghost before, but now you wished you could.

“Wait,” you said, getting an idea. “Do they have a library?”

Roger furrowed his brow. “Uh, probably? Why?”

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll explore the town with you. Next week. If you let me borrow your van to go to the library this week.”

“Uhh…”

“I promise I won’t go exploring without you.” You gave him your best smile, swaying a little to emphasize your plea.

“...yeah, sure. Okay-”

“Great! It’s a date!” You quickly jumped forward to give him a peck on the cheeks, pulling away with a wink. “Don’t daydream about me too much.”

You hurried away, hoping it seemed more playful rather than wanting to rush away from the spirit. You really hoped the town had a library. And had what you were looking for...

Part 3

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mcg777 · 5 years ago

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| Count My Freckles |

TWDG Drabble Challenge

Day 05: “Nightmare”

Pairing: Clementine x Louis

Word Count: 1595

Description: Clementine wakes up from a horrible nightmare and Louis makes it his mission to make her feel better. His plan is adorably odd.

Notes: This originally wasn’t for the TWDG drabble challenge (I started writing it way before knowing about it), but I thought I might as well participate! ^-^

Thanks to @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale for creating this challenge!

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Blood. All she could see was blood. It followed her around like a shadow, leaving a trail of wet footprints as she roamed the depths of her darkest memories.

“Hey,” he whispered, “it’s okay.”

Clementine ran her fingers through her temple, wishing it would be enough to soothe the ringing in her ears… but it wasn’t. Each time her heart pulsed it felt like a stab to the chest, a feeling that worsened the dizziness in her head.

Just breathe, she told herself, you’ve been through this before.

Louis rubbed her back, watching in silence as she did her best to calm herself down. He hated to see her like this. The nightmares had started to become more frequent in the last two weeks, and it seemed that no matter how much he tried, nothing he did or said had any effect on her. Of course, he could tell she was thankful. Every time, she’d squeeze his hand or give him a small smile; but the look in her eyes always returned to the same tiredness and dread.

He rested his head against her forehead and stared into the night sky, barely visible due to the window’s wooden boards. He watched quietly as the stars sparkled through the dark, creating striking patterns that spread like small blotches of paint in a black canvas. Louis took in the beauty of the constellations. Only those who’d attempt to connect the dots would be met with such a magnificent sight…

Then, it hit him.

In a blink of an eye, he crawled on the bed and sat in front of Clementine, crossing his legs.

“Count my freckles.”

“What?”

“My freckles,” he said, taking her hands in his and gently pulling her toward him, “count them.”

Clementine stared at him in awe, her voice muffled by an invisible cloth of perplexity. The gap between them was now almost non-existent, with her arms resting around his neck and his hands on her back.

“… and just how am I supposed to do that?”

He smiled at her. “It’s easy! Just start on one side and once you’re done, move on to the other.”

The cogs that worked in her brain failed to keep up with the reckless thumping of her burning chest.

“What made you think of that?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just trust me, okay?”

She pursed her lips, inspecting his face. A sea of freckles adorned his cheeks and nose, going all the way up to his forehead. Attempting to count them would be the equivalent of madness; but when her eyes fell upon his again, so loving and inviting, she had no choice but to go along with the odd task he’d given her.

Clementine breathed in slowly, an attempt to cool her tense body.

“Alright, I’ll try.”

Louis tilted his head, “Yeah?”

She gave him a ghost of a smile, “Yeah.”

He stared at her fondly, observing how the moonlight that spilled inside the room enveloped her in its delicate glow. Holding her close, he leaned in for a tender kiss.

“Okay,” he murmured, pulling away just enough for his nose to brush hers. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Clementine prepared herself to embark on the impossible quest that was counting the boy’s freckles. A spirited debate on how to best approach the situation began to run on her mind, yet none of the options voiced seemed efficient enough for the job. Noticing her struggle, Louis pressed his lips against hers again in an act of encouragement.

“You got this.”

She listened to his words. Saying she was putting too much thought into it would be an understatement. Perhaps going with the flow wasn’t such a bad idea.

So, she did just that.

Her eyes studied the left side of his face, stopping at the smallest dot.

One, two… she counted, taking a closer look at his cheek. Five more over here, six smaller ones over there – no, seven…

Just as she was processing that information, Louis planted a quick kiss on her lips.

“Louis.”

“What?” he asked, failing miserably to hide the grin on his face.

“You keep kissing me.”

“Oh, didn’t I mention?” he said, raising a brow, “I’ve decided that every five seconds or so, I’ll kiss you.”

She shook her head, “You know I won’t be able to keep track of your freckles if you do that.”

“Well, that’s what makes it a challenge!”

Clementine sighed. At that point, it might as well have been better to make up a random number and go with it.

“Okay, then. How about…” she whispered, the corners of her mouth lifting into a small smile, “nine hundred and fourteen?”

The way his laughter ignited the room caused her heart to flutter.

“As much as I’d love to have as many freckles as the number of floors in our magnificent purple house,” he said, pulling her in for another kiss, “no, I don’t think so. Try again.”

Just when she was about to speak, he intervened once more.

“Oh, and before you ask,” he shifted on the bed, “yes, I do know how many freckles I have on my face.”

That statement alone made her burst into a fit of giggles. He couldn’t possibly be serious.

“Yeah, I’m not even gonna pretend I believe that.”

“Hey, it’s true!”

“You counted them?”

He paused for a moment, his memories taking him back to much simpler times.

“Yup, used to do it a lot back when I was younger. Every day, I’d wake up and run to the mirror to check if there were any new ones,” he said, a subtle pout then forming on his lips, “Didn’t see many changes, though.”

The image of a little Louis standing in front of a mirror, squinting his eyes at his own reflection in search of new members for his freckle collection was incredibly adorable to Clementine. She pictured the shine in his eyes and the smile that’d surface on his face on the rare occasions he’d find another one, his inner joy projecting itself onto the outside world with each one of his victory dances.

She was brought back to reality when she felt him brush a strand of hair away from her face.

“That means no cheating.” he told her.

“Alright, alright…”

A new strategy was very well needed.

Her eyes alone wouldn’t do the task justice, that was certain; not when it was so easy for her to lose herself in that captivating labyrinth of his. Clementine tugged on her bottom lip. Perhaps she could find another tool…

Her hand left his shoulder and slid up his cheek, its softness welcoming her fingers to carefully trace the constellations he wore so beautifully on his skin. She used her thumb to mark his freckles, gently brushing it along each one she came across. A rosy tint soon began to spread on his face as he kissed her yet again. Clementine smiled against his lips, ignoring the strong urge to keep them bound to her own. Instead, she let her fingertips guide the way once more, her focused gaze preventing her from losing track of anything.

Her finger then reached his nose, carefully running it along the bridge all the way down to the tip. Louis flinched slightly, unable to suppress a laugh when she repeated the process again.

“I didn’t know you were the ticklish type.” she teased.

“I’m not.”

Clementine raised a brow. Shortly after, she was drawing small circles on top of his nose, smiling when she got the exact same reaction from him.

“You were saying?”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, brushing her hand away, “maybe a little.”

A sense of calm submerged her body as she watched him with a tenderness only he could match. To think that a while earlier her heart had fallen victim to her mind’s haunting echoes of the past…

She repelled those thoughts away.

At last, her eyes scanned his forehead. It was slightly less busy than the rest of his face, which made the tiny specks far less challenging to count. Applying the same method, she found herself jumping from freckle to freckle in between kisses until there was none left.

Just as Louis leaned in once more, Clementine placed a finger on top of his lips.

“Eighty-four.”

He stared at her, wide-eyed.

“Oh, I-…” he breathed, “I didn’t expect you to actually count.”

She let out a quiet laugh, watching as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“So, did I get it right?’

“Close,” he said, smiling softly, “it’s eighty-seven.”

Damn.

His hand trailed down her arm, stopping to enlace their fingers together.

“It was a good effort, though.”

She silently agreed.

With that, Louis left his previous position to sit properly on the bed. Once again, he looked up at the peaceful night sky, admiring the stars that glowed in its dark blue tint. He hoped that she’d found the cluster of freckles on his face just as soothing as the constellations that glimmered above.

“Hey, Louis?”

The melody of her quiet voice made him turn to her. Her gaze was low, resting upon her lap, as if she was deep in thought. He waited patiently for her to continue, but nothing came. He held his breath as he yearned for a reaction – anything that’d tell him that it had worked, that it had been worth it… that she was okay.

He didn’t have to wait long.

The shine on Clementine’s eyes when she finally glanced up at him made him push all his fears away.

“Thank you.”

#twdgdrabblechallenge #twdg #twdg tfs #twdg the final season #twdg louis #twdg clementine #clementine x louis #louis x clementine #louisentine #clouis #louisentine fanfiction

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thought-it-undaunted · 5 years ago

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Got this from my friend who’s brother is an MD and psychologist.

After having thirty-one sessions this week with patients where the singular focus was COVID-19 and how to cope, I decided to consolidate my advice and make a list that I hope is helpful to all.

MENTAL HEALTH WELLNESS TIPS FOR QUARANTINE

1. Stick to a routine. Go to sleep and wake up at a reasonable time, write a schedule that is varied and includes time for work as well as self-care.

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geminiamethyst · 6 years ago

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Possession. Chapter 9 (FINAL CHAPTER)

FINALLY! AFTER ALMOST A FULL YEAR, I have finally reached the end of Possession. Sorry it took so long to get to the end of, I just didn’t originally plan for it to be this long. But, you know what? I’m glad it did anyway.

Okay, because this is the final chapter, I can not stress enough to tell you guys to skip this chapter and read the previous chapters using the links below if you have not done so already. If you don’t, trust me, you will regret it.

I’d also like to say a final big thank you to Schusseltier, avril-circus and laambart for allowing me to write this story as they are the ones that came up with the original comic strips that inspired me to write this. Please give them all your love as they are amazing artists.

Enjoy the chapter.

The road to recovery was easy enough physically for Snufkin. All the bruises had cleared up and his body no longer felt like fragile glass that threatened to break at every move he made. However, it was mentally that was the challenge. For a whole week straight, he woke up in the night screaming from the nightmarish memories of when he was possessed that plagued him. Joxter was by his side at every scream he made and comforted him back to sleep, but it did nothing to help sooth his mind from going haywire. Though it was only for a week that the nightmares had gone on for, to Snufkin it felt like months. He hated feeling trapped like that. The spirit was gone, he knew that. But he had suffered so much when he was a prisoner in his head. He would look over his shoulder at every noise behind him when he walked and if someone had snuck up behind him without saying something, he would either flinch badly or scream in a panic when they place a hand on his shoulder. It had gotten terribly bad when Stinky (who in no time at all learned about what had happened somehow) played a nasty prank on him when he was in the forest getting some supplies for his winter wandering. He had frightened him by using a horn to project his voice around the area, making it impossible for Snufkin to pinpoint where it had come from. If that didn’t freak him enough, Stinky had then screamed down his ear so suddenly that it almost gave the poor traveller a heart attack, literally. It was so bad that Snufkin was curled up like a frightened child and wasn’t willing to move until Moomin, Joxter and Little My found him.

He was that scared of being possessed again.

Madame Portia had been doing everything she could to help him through the healing. She had been making him come up to Moominhouse daily to make sure that he was fine. Results were the same with physically, with the mental recovery becoming slightly better each passing day. She feared that the encounter with Stinky’s bullying would have set him back terribly but he surprised her greatly the day after the incident.

“He truly is you brother, isn’t he?” The medium had teased a bit at Little My that day, further commenting that Snufkin was stronger than he looked.

“You should never doubt my family!” Little My only smirked, earning a smile from Snufkin. Ever since that night, even after all the secrets that were kept, Snufkin felt like he was closer than he ever was with his family since he was reunited with them. It made him all the more determined to see his mother during his Winter wandering with Joxter.

Madame Portia had left a week after that, feeling the need to leave the valley before Winter and help another household with a spirit problem. The family said their goodbyes to her, with Moominmamma giving her some Jasmine tea to have on her travels. Madame Portia too had left some gifts with the family. She gifted the Moomin family a talisman to hang up on a wall to help protect the household from evil spirits and a beaded bracelet made out of turquoise for Snufkin with the same purpose. Despite Little My teasing him a little, Snufkin gratefully slipped the spiritual jewellery on, again fearing for him being possessed again. Feeling that she had done enough for the family, Madame Portia left, promising the family that if they ever meet again, she’ll only bring good fortune upon the family.

Sadly as the time went, Winter had finally creeped in. It felt like it had come quicker than it should have. The frost remained permanent on the ground, making the once lush, soft, green grass dry up and become nothing more than had brown coloured stems. Flowers wittered and died, driving off all the insects that had decorated them in the Spring and Summer. The trees were striped completely of their leafs, making them look like nothing more than tall, menacing figures, especially in the dark of the long nights. Clouds covered the sky, blocking the sun and the beautiful blue that was the sky. The air constantly looked like it was damp and it was also bitter, the wind becoming harsh and icy. No matter where you stepped in Moominvalley, it felt like the Groke was standing right next to you, or it felt like you were looking into the eyes of the Lady of The Cold.

Everywhere you looked in Moominvalley, it seemed like Summer was no more than a distant memory.

Snufkin sat on the handrail of the the bridge, just like he had started doing, waiting for Moomin to come out to say goodbye (A/N For those that don’t know, I’m referencing back to episode 85 of the 90’s series). His camp was packed up, leaving behind nothing more than a rectangle of flattened and worn out grass. A circle where he would have his campfire stayed, blackened permanently on the ground. His things were packed into the knapsack that was beside him. The only difference was that Joxter was standing by, waiting to go. He blew out a puff of smoke from his old pipe. He looked up at the clouded sky, noticing that the smoke blended well with the grey that blanketed the sky. He impatiently tapped his foot, knowing full well that it’ll start snowing any second. As much as he didn’t mind waiting, he’d rather get going before the snow gets too deep to walk through. His prayers were answered when he heard the sound of running feet coming towards the bridge. Snufkin stopped playing his harmonica, hearing Moomin approaching as well. He looked towards the young troll, feeling a smile spread across his face. Moomin stopped on the bridge, catching his breath from the running. He glanced at Snufkin’s knapsack, noting how full it looked despite Snufkin not owning very much. His heart sank a little, remembering that he wouldn’t see Snufkin until he awoke from hibernation and Spring had once again returned, bringing the valley back to life.

“Time to leave?” Moomin asked, feeling a little stupid as he already knew the answer.

“Yes. Everything is just going as they should now that some things are back to normal.” Snufkin smiled sadly, hopping off of the handrail. He slipped his harmonica in his pocket before looking a little sadly at Moomin. “Just remember that I’m going to be a little late coming back.” Moomin’s ears drooped a little and his tail became limp. With everything that had happened, he had completely forgotten what Snufkin had told him on Halloween.

“You’ll be seeing your mother though. Like I said, it’ll be worth the wait for you coming back. I hope everything goes well with meeting your mother.” He smiled a little, trying to make himself feel better. Snufkin only smiled at him a little, trying to reassure him that everything will be alright. He grabbed his knapsack and slipped the burden on his back. Moomin could do nothing more than watch sadly at this sight. He hated this time of year to say the least. He hated to see Snufkin leave for the Winter, knowing that he would never see him until Spring. It eased him a little as he reminded himself that he would be hibernating during that time. However, it still felt heavy on him. To him, it was not fair. But he knew that it would be unfair to Snufkin to force him to stay. Snufkin, after all, was a vagabond, a free spirit. It would be cruel to chain him to one place. He knew that it would be better to let Snufkin go, but it still didn’t stop him from being sad.

“HOLD IT!”

Snufkin, Moomin and Joxter turned to see Little My running towards them from Moominhouse. With the speed she was running at, you’d think the Groke was chasing her. The trio caught sight that she was carrying something in her hand, but her arms were going so fast that all they could make was a blurry white object. She skidded to a very sudden holt on the bridge, almost slipping on the frost that had remained on the bridge.

“You weren’t going to leave without saying goodbye to your sister, were you?” She shouted after catching her breath.

“Sorry My, but usually you don’t do that. I thought you were asleep already.” Snufkin said as he knelt down to her.

“Yeah, well, I’m only doing this once! So don’t expect me to do it all the time.” Little My smirked, hands on her hips. She suddenly looked at what she was holding. “Do me a favour will you?”

“Of course.” Snufkin said before the small girl thrusted an envelope into his hands.

“Give this to Mother for me. I owe her a letter.” She said, her face softening a little, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “And.....be careful out there, okay?” Snufkin smiled. He surprised her by pulling her into a hug as a thank you. At first, the older sibling was stunned, but patted his back a little. “Yeah, yeah. Just get outta here before I get too soft. And you!” Joxter jumped a little as Little My pointed at him after Snufkin let him go. Little My’s features turned serious but meaningful. “You had better take good care of my brother. If something happens to him I will personally hunt you down myself!”

“Of course.” Grinned Joxter in amusement, his pipe held between his teeth. It faded as soon as something small, soft and white made its way to the top of his nose. Everyone looked up at the sky. Snowflakes had finally started to fall, twirling and spinning gracefully to the valley, almost like a ballet dancer performing on stage. At first, they fell thinly, only one snowflake coming down once every second, before they multiplied. The snowfall had started to become so dense that Joxter started to worry that he and Snufkin might have to wade through ankle deep snow before they could leave the valley. As Snufkin placed the letter delicately in his knapsack, his father placed a hand on his shoulder, telling him that it was time to go. Snufkin stood up and slipped his burden back on his back.

“So long, my friend. And I promise that I’ll be back before Spring is over.” He smiled sadly, extending a hand out for Moomin to shake. Instead of shaking it in his paw however, the young troll pulled the traveller into a heartfelt hug. He wrapped his arms a little awkwardly around the knapsack, but he still held a little tight. Snufkin stood a little shocked at this sudden interaction.

“Come back safe.” Moomin whispered, his voice a little hoarse as if he was going to cry. Snufkin blinked, then brought his arms around his best friend, giving him a reassuring hug. It felt warm despite the cold chill in the air.

“I promise.” He whispered into Moomin’s ear before the best friends released each other. It felt empty now that they had let go. Became colder all of a sudden. Little My climbed up onto Moomin until she stood on his shoulder, holding one arm around his head to keep her balance. Moomin, unfazed by this, watched with envy as his best friend and Joxter walked away, leaving shallow footprints in the thin layer of snow that had already started falling. They slowly became nothing more than two green dots. Moomin promptly wiped a tear that had trailed down his cheek.

“GOOD LUCK, SNUFKIN!” He shouted at the top of his lungs. He wasn’t sure if it was the snow making him think it or not, but for a few seconds, he believed that he had seen Snufkin stop, turn and wave back at those he called family. Moomin and Little My waved back. They continued until Snufkin and Joxter disappeared for good. Now Winter has officially come to Moominvalley.

And Moomin couldn’t wait until next year, when Moominvalley is blessed by the return of Spring.

And Snufkin to come back with it.

The End.

That’s it everyone. Final chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it. Sorry if it feels anticlimactic, but I don’t care. I don’t know where to go next, but I’m sure I’ll figure something out. If you guys want me to do a short story where Snufkin meets his mother or something like that, feel free to let me know.

In the meantime, have a nice day.

Here are the rest of the chapters, for those that are late to the party.

Chapter 1: click HERE

Chapter 2: click HERE

Chapter 3: click HERE

Chapter 4: click HERE

Chapter 5: click HERE

Chapter 6: click HERE

Chapter 7: click HERE

Chapter 8: click HERE

Links to the original artists:

Schusseltier: click HERE

avril-circus: click HERE

laambart: click HERE

#possession #snufkin #moomin #little my #joxter #moominpappa #moominmamma #oc #madame portia #ending #finally

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mt-is-mental · 5 years ago

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mental health and wellness tips for quarantine

Ok so this text isn’t my own, it was sent to me and I have permission to share so here it is! Hopefully it helps.

Coping strategies for COVID-19

This is long, but important, very much like our quarantine. It was written by a psychologist from New York and shared with me by my dear friend and mentor, Birmingham therapist Sydney Reiter.

MENTAL HEALTH WELLNESS TIPS FOR QUARANTINE

1. Stick to a routine. Go to sleep and wake up at a reasonable time, write a schedule that is varied and includes time for work as well as self-care.

5. Reach out to others, you guessed it, at least once daily for thirty minutes. Try to do FaceTime, Skype, phone calls, texting— connect with other people to seek and provide support. Don’t forget to do this for your children as well. Set up virtual playdates with friends daily via FaceTime, Facebook Messenger Kids, Zoom, etc—your kids miss their friends, too!

6. Stay hydrated and eat well. This one may seem obvious, but stress and eating often don’t mix well, and we find ourselves over- indulging, forgetting to eat, and avoiding food. Drink plenty of water, eat some good and nutritious foods, and challenge yourself to learn how to cook something new!

#coronavirus #coronavirus tw #covid-19 #covid-19 tw #quarantine #quarantine tw #coping skills #mental health #mental health and wellness

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backalley-requests · 6 years ago

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hiya! could i get a mcu ship? i’m helena, a bisexual female, capricorn, half-iranian, half-danish, i have shoulder-length wavy, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. i am quite petite and 155 cm tall- i’d say i’m pretty timid with new people but once i get to know someone better i’m very bubbly and loud. aEsTheTiC i think :’) i have depression btw oof- i love queen (band)! i’m a very ambitious person, headstrong and all, i love school and learning and i play the piano and paint and write! thank youu!

ahhh couldn’t add but could i get a stranger things ship as well? thank you!

Hey! Thank you for sending this in! I hope you like it!

I ship you with....

MCU

Peter Parker

Even though he always thought you were cute he never had the nerve to talk to you, despite how often Ned encouraged it. It wasn’t until you got assigned as partners during a school project that you got forced together by fate. It’s nearly impossible to tell which one of you is more nervous.

After the first day it was always like talking to an old friend. You two just clicked. It quickly went from shy small talk to the two of you finishing each other’s sentences. You easily bounce off of each other’s energy. Sadly for others around you, said bouncing results in the both of you getting progressively louder.

He throws himself into everything you love even if he doesn’t quite get it. Art, music, writing. If he knows you like something he’ll spend time trying to learn it. He’s confused but he’s got the spirit. Several times he’s turned up the volume to a song and said “this is queen, right?” It’s almost never queen.

You find out he’s Spider-Man almost instantly but you keep it to yourself, sometimes even helping him with his bad lies. You a million times smarter and quicker than him when it comes to that. He never told you how much he appreciated that help and patience with him during this time, but he really does.

Every outfit you pick is gorgeous and it’s the first thing out of his mouth every time you see him. Even before you were dating it slipped a time or two. He just really loves your style and is almost envious about how well put together you always manage to look.

You’re the first person he goes to when he wants to rant about what happened, good or bad. And he’s always so animated about you. It’s like he can’t sit still for too long at a time. He’s free to be emotional and feel things. You also rant about your day, good or bad, but your days rarely seem to be as exciting as his. Something he’s secretly grateful for. You give him that balance between being a suprhero and just being Peter.

“No.”

“What?”

“I won’t do it?”

“Why not!”

The both of you were standing at the top of a roof, he thought you brought him here for the view but you knew better. You crossed your arms over your chest as you stared up at him, you waited on an answer expectedly. You were dead set on him taking you out on his webs. You had wanted it for a while but had expected that he would eventually ask you— and well he hadn’t. So you wanted that fixed. It surprised you to see that he was against it, and maybe if he had a explanation you’d back down but he had nothing and you both knew it.

“Because it’s dangerous. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve done it, there’s a risk every time! I’m not risking you.” Peter held his own, but he was vividly less composed. His arms moved to his emotions as they emphasized his point. “What if I drop you? How can I live with that?” He paced back and forth. It was clear to you he was getting worked up over nothing.

“Pete,” you finally stop him from pacing as you grab his arm. “How many people have you dropped before?” You already knew the answer as you say it. He told you everything that happened to him, from the best to the worst case scnearios. You would have known if this happened.

“Well—“

“There’s nothing to well over! You’re the strongest person I know, you’re careful, dedicated. You wouldn’t drop me— you couldn’t drop me!” There was no hint of doubt in your mind. You stopped caring about flying up there anymore. This wasn’t about you. Peter doubting himself got you worked up and you were too stubborn and headstrong to just let him keep thinking like that. “I trust you.”

He looked down and swallowed hard. It was difficult for him to look you in the eyes. He was scared. But the more you spoke the more he realized you were right— you were always right. This shouldn’t be news to him that you managed to outthink him again. “Fine,” he sighed, “I don’t know how you always do it.”

“What do you mean?”

“How you always manage to be right, or how you see the best in me.” Peter’s smile was so soft and inviting that you felt yourself mirror it instantly. “Come on, it you want to do it so bad then let’s get it over with. The first jump is always the worst.” When you’re hesitant to leap into his arms that soft smile turns into a smirk. “Oh? So now you’re the one with cold feet?”

Him challenging you brings out your inner competitiveness. “No, I just wanted a head start.” Your eyes dart to the edge of the roof. He gives you a warning look before you move towards the edge quickly.

“Wait! That’s not fair!” He moved towards you in an instant. But your leap of faith had already started by the time he caught up, his arms going around you as he shot out his web. “And to think, I thought you were such a sweet girl.”

“You didn’t drop me, did you?”

Stranger Things

Robin Buckley

You’re the reason she got into band in the first place. You were childhood best friends and when you got into the piano she wanted to join in. She couldn’t place it back because she didn’t know the meaning of it, but she had a crush on you since day 1.

In high school she get convinced you have a crush on Steve Harrington and gets jealous. You think it’s because she knows he’s a bad influence but the truth is that she’s just liked you for so long and is tired of watching you fall in love with other people.

She’s the only person you can truly be yourself with. Most of the school thought you were shy and quite but she always got to see the fun side of you. The two of you are the biggest dorks when you’re around each other. You’re the more out there one, something nobody expected, and you’re the one to take the lead on all of your expeditions.

It’s during one of her tirads about you and Harrington that you finally say “Robin I don’t like Steve Harrington! I love you!” And the is so stunned and suddenly loses all of her sarcastic and know-it-all behavior. She’s a loss for words, and just when you think your friendship is ruined she kisses you.

You visit her everyday at work, always pretending to be surprised to see her. She thinks it’s adorable and never bothers to correct you, but you better believe that every time you show up Steve calls back to Robin to tell her you’re here to make sure she’s the one who gets to talk to you. You become part of the mall squad and get to investigate with her.

You have the same music taste and often play queen when you’re hanging out together, even if you’re just playing it in the background. Every time they release a new song the two of you spend hours memorizing it. You’re the one who told her the music store was hiring.

“Robin, your groupie is here!”

Robin’s head instantly perked up from behind the window as she stared deep into the food court to try and find you. “Do I look okay?” This is the only time that Steve gets to see that side of her as she quickly shifts from boredom to excitement.

Steve rolls his eyes as she walks up front and quickly shooos him away. “Go— work or clean or something.” Even if you had shot down any mentions of having liked Steve Harrington that never stopped her from trying to make sure you never got the chance to start. As soon as he got into the back you showed up at the counter, grinning widely.

“Robin! Oh my god this is such a surprise! What are you doing here?” You ask, playing dumb as you get in front of her. You’re so over the top, dramatic, and downright adorable. Robin is forced to play along and let you have your way. She’s hopeless to your charm.

She leans onto the counter with one of her elbows and moves her face closer to yours. “They hired me to keep one of the other guys in the back. Apparently he keeps creeping on all the cute girls who show up.” Robin glances to the kitchen then back to you. “So in other words, I’m here to protect you.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Oh is that so,” she looks around the ice cream shop, “I don’t see any creeps?” Your head tilts sweetly to the side as you tease your girlfriend.

“Well that’s only cause I’m doing my job—“

“Turn it up!” You jolt up as you suddenly pick up on a faint sound that fills the air. It’s the first chords to a Queen song that just came out this year. Blurred Vision. It’s quickly became one of your favorites and you’ve been obsessed with it for weeks now.

Robin is a little shocked at your sudden change in tone but within a few seconds she relaxes as crosses her arms over her chest. She decides to mess with you instead. “Turn.... what up?” She smiles at you sweetly as she plays dumb. You aren’t having it as you start to whine. The song is only so long and it’s your girlfriend is wasting precious time.

“The radio, Robin, please!” You plead with her. She falters soon and sighs with a smile as she walks over to the radio. You’re already tapping your foot to the melody of the song as she finally turns up the sound. Your dancing intensifies until you finally get the chance to sing along, the words starting.

“One flesh, one bone, one true religion!” You sing, it’s a little off key since you’re bouncing and full of excitement but within a moment Robin starts to join you, “One voice, one hope, one real decision!” The both of you are undeniably dorky, and maybe even a little cringey, but you’re having fun and in the moment that’s all that matters.

#marvel #spiderman #stranger things #robin buckley #ship requests #peter parker

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UnderMoon Part 6

Nick opened his eyes to see Frisk on his left and Flowey on his right.

“What… happened?” Nick sat upright and immediately realized three things. One: he looked like his old self again, still ghostly, but still himself. Second: everyone was here, everyone who was present in the throne room was here. Third: ‘here’ was a white void comprised of nothing.

“Where are we?” Nick rubbed his head, looking from face to face.

“Well genius, if you must know we all got sucked into the Philosophers Stone and are currently unconscious in the throne room. So thanks princy for getting us into this mess!” Flowey hissed, crossing his leaves like arms.

“It was like that. I didn’t do it recently.” Nick tried to reason, but only got disappointed and annoyed faces in return.

“Well since you are the one the stone was originally fused to you have the greatest amount of control. The rest of us are basically here to increase you stats. But hey not much we can do about it.” Sans had a look that sent shivers down Nick’s spine.

“What do we do now?” Nick asked, avoiding Sans’s gaze.

“We continue with the plan.” The human girl spoke up, eyes filled with bloodlust.

“But Chara… he doesn’t know what’s happening…” Flowey spoke up, clearly afraid of the human girl.

“Then let’s explain it to him shall we.” Chara crossed her arms, annoyed and angry.

“Oh! Can the Great Papyrus explain the situation to the young prince?” Papyrus jumped at the opportunity, the others not protesting against it.

“Alright! So basically we are all members of the royal court or children of those members as Frisk has told you. But what we also discovered was that it was the king himself who put us down here! He is using us as black mail or as leverage to get the court to do as he wishes, one being to ignite war with the humans! So we, the remaining members of the not corrupted court, are trying to overthrow the king and stop the war.” Papyrus was very proud of his explanation, Sans and Undyne giving him encouragement as well.

“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” Nick asked. Chara was the one who spoke up.

“The advisor, Lord Gaster, was listening. Even though he was helping us he knew what would happen if the king found out so we had to be extra cautious. Not to mention you don’t remember a thing about why you came here and about anything involving your history with us.” Chara gave Nick a look that made him feel like a target to a missile. It was threatening.

“Well tell me then.” Nick pressed, hoping for more answers.

“I got this.” Undyne spoke up, MK starring at her with awe.

“You see Nick, you were the one who discovered you fathers plans. You recruited each of us to help you by visiting the underground by day and returning at night as to not be affected by the curse. It was working at first… until your father found out what you were doing. So by day you and two others made your way into the underground for good and continued to make preparations. That is until the curse stared affecting you… Gaster, you and Sans were working on a project when you started becoming violent… Sans had to kill you… it was more like the king had taken over Gaster and forced Sans to kill you… then you lost your memories for good…” Undyne gave Nick a pitying look, glancing at Sans occasionally.

“I…I see…” Nick mumbled. He looked to everyone, they had hope in him once. They believed in him. So now, they need to believe in him again.

“Let’s go.” Nick spoke proudly. Everyone’s attention at him.

“I know I may not remember my past, but I swear to you all that I will finish what I started. That’s a royal promise.” Nick smiled, he was scared of what lay ahead. But he knew he couldn’t back down now. The three eyes of the ultimate boss who lay unconscious in the throne room opened for the first time, awake and ready to battle.

The boss the ten of them created was like nothing they have seen, they had a grey ghostly tail with a black belt and the soul DETERMINATION on it. They have six skeleton like arms, the top two have yellow and gold laced along the arm, the wrist lined with a golden bracelet, the souls AUDACITY on the right and KINDNESS on the left. The middle arms the same as the top but with red instead of yellow, the souls DILIGENCE on the right and INTEGRITY on the left. The lowest arms the same as the other four accept instead of red or yellow it was a light green that wrapped the arms. The souls PERSERVERANCE on the right and GENEROSITY on the left. The arms have short sleeves on them and vines around the forearm. Two oranges spikes jutting out of the sleeves of each arm. The shirt and sleeves are a navy blue color a red belt along the bottom of the shirt, the soul EMPATHY as its focal point, a red scarf wrapped around their neck, headphones sitting atop the scarf, a cream color hood laying lazily on their back, the strings of the hood swaying freely, the souls DEDICATION and COURAGE hanging from the base of the strings. Their blue gills and fins standing out against the pure white of their skin. Their teal hair in pigtails wrapped in pink laces. White horns wrapped in vines and flowers jutting from atop their head, the orange spikes running along their back and goat tail. Their eyes where what seemed to hold the most power, the left eye was like Undyne’s accept that the color was replaced with her new cream colored soul instead of the normal blue color. The right eye was like Sans’s accept it was a vibrant orange to replace the blue. And the third eye in the center of their head was completely red accept for the black iris. The left and right eyes bled black like what Chara’s eyes would do occasionally. And their smile was like Papyrus’s, usually friendly, but in their case… menacing. For laughs they summoned a basic version of their main weapon. It was a combination of the skelebros bones, Undyne’s spears and Asgore’ trident. It was a basic bone shape from the base to the shaft but has a trident tip with spear ends along the sides of the shaft. The other thing they could do was use Muffet’s webs, which were now a navy blue color to match her new soul. Which would be very useful in their upcoming battle. They stood, regaining balance with their new body.

‘We should head right to the barrier and start kicking ass!’ Undyne yelled in their head, making Nick, the main one controlling the body, wince.

“Not so loud Undyne.” Nick, the body, said in a voice that was strong and powerful, but also showed compassion and kindness.

‘Sorry, sorry. But we really should head to the castle right away.’ Undyne quieted down.

‘We can guide you, it’s been a while since I’ve been there but Frisk should have the path memorized, right Frisk?’ Chara susurrated.

‘Yeah, I can take us there. But what do we do when we get there? Just go up and challenge the king? He’s a Litch with powerful magic, not to mention physical attacks won’t work on him…’ Frisk was hesitant, Nick could tell.

“We have my ability Frisk so he can’t use physical attacks against us either. Not to mention we heavily rely on magic, and with you and Chara we also have the ability to do powerful physical attacks.” Nick soothed, hoping to raise Frisk’s spirits.

‘That’s…true… but are you really willing to face off against your own father?’ Frisk asked, concerned.

“I have no memory of the guy, so as far as I’m concerned he’s just another bully I have to deal with…” Nick started them forward to the barrier.

‘Nick… if it becomes too much, let me take the lead…I know I haven’t been the nicest to you but I’ve got your back.’ Sans chimed in, Nick could tell that they were all pumped to finally finish this, and in this powerful form it seems like nothing can get in their way.

“Ok Sans, I will. But for now, all of you save your energy for the battle. We’ll need it.” Nick said, abolishing the barrier, breaking the seemingly endless curse. The sunlight poured its rays on them, cradling them in heat. Nick took a deep breath and readied himself.

“Where to Frisk?” he asked.

‘We need to head north, the castle lies dead north.’ Frisk seemed as nervous as Nick, which he understood completely.

“Alright. Then let’s go!” Nick launched them off the cliff face at a speed so unnatural it seemed physically impossible. And just as they broke contact with the earth a sensation came over them, and just like that they teleported past the tree line and only feet away from a massive lake.

“What?!” Nick alleged startled.

‘Sans was that you?!’ Flowey asked in a harsh tone.

‘It wasn’t me!’ Sans shouted back.

“Ok, so we can teleport, just another thing we can use against the king.” Nick took this turn of events in a positive way, and by using the same determined concentration he had before he teleported away from the lakes edge and to his father’s castle.

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my-one-love-is-music · 7 years ago

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I may have gotten a bit too emotional over Coran and the Castle of Lions...

Coran turned the blue diamond in his hands. He remembered the early days of the Caste of Lions when his Grandpa Wimbleton had first started taking on the project of building something so magnificent for the Paladins of Voltron. He didn’t understand much at the time, other than he was hoping to offer support to the Paladins as they traveled the universe and helped those in need.

The Castle had started from nothing. It was a few ideas and drawings that had been put together. He’d wanted Grandpa Wimbleton to join him for coloring time so they could both put their ideas on paper. His grandpa had laughed and told him what he was working on was very serious and could change the universe as they knew it.

Coloring was very serious and universe-changing for Coran.

Before long the pictures and ideas turned into blueprints filled with drawings and calculations. He’d struggled to find a power source that could support the Castle and Coran had been there when he’d made the deal with the Balmerans for the large crystal that could sustain the ship. It was a fascinating process, different from the ones where they mined the much smaller crystals to support everyday life.

And then the building had begun. Coran hadn’t given much thought to what his grandpa did before that. He didn‘t even know what building or engineering was. It was simple activities he heard talk of from time to time. But seeing the ship slowly come together as it was built from the ground up? As he watched a meaningless shell turn into something amazing, almost like a living being? That was when he knew.

He knew how amazing his grandfather was and he knew he wanted to do amazing things, too.

So he’d tried to help. Ended up crawling into so many of the crawlspaces in the Castle. He’d gotten tangled up in the wires and his grandpa had to come and pull him out. He was never angry and always found it endearing, putting up with Coran’s antics until he agreed to teach him about the Castle.

Grandpa Wimbleton gave him his first set of tools when the Castle was completed.

It wasn’t long after when the Lions boarded the ship and they set off to help the Universe. With his grandpa on board. The separation was one of the hardest experiences to go through. Both because his grandpa was leaving and because he was being separated from the greatest piece of engineering he’d been close to and had helped work on, even if what he’d done hadn’t been much.

Grandpa Wimbledon had given his life to building the Castle and that’s where his last days were spent.

After his death, the Castle needed an engineer and there was no way in Quiznak that he was going to let anyone else take over as the engineer on the Castle except for him. So he joined the team. And the few years before Zarkon started building his forces were the best ones of Coran’s life.

Working and living on the Castle had been a dream. He felt Grandpa Wimbleton in every corner and piece of technology. Could almost hear the lessons he was given anytime he needed to make a repair or worked to update the technology to keep with the times. He imagined his grandpa would’ve been sad and proud to see it change so much.

He’d promised himself that he was going to protect the Castle as much as he could and would never let it be lost no matter how beat up it got in the war. The ship was tough. As tough as his grandpa.

Coran sighed and gripped the diamond tighter.

And when the new Paladins had come and awakened them, the Castle was still there. It still felt like home and the new Paladins gave it life again. He was grateful for them. They let the Castle live a little longer and return to battle. The old ship had certainly missed exploring the stars. It was meant to travel and have experiences as Grandpa Wimbleton had intended.

But even that came with a price.

His grandpa’s toolbox wasn’t something he’d expected to find, but he was glad he had. It was a nice reminder of where the Castle had come from and everything it had gone through. And it was a sign that his grandpa was still around trying to keep the Castle running. Even if it was to mark the end of its days. Parting with the Castle was one of the hardest things he’d had to do.

Coran pressed the fist holding the diamond against his forehead and shut his eyes even as tears threatened to spill over. His grandpa would always be with him. Had been since his death. And he knew he’d never forget about the Castle or the work that was put into it. He still had the small diamond to prove it was real.

It held the dreams of him and his grandfather. It held the power of the Castle and the spirit of Voltron. It held the memories and love and care of the Paladins. It held....

Coran’s eyes shot open. He lowered his hand and uncurled his fist, looking at the diamond in his palm. Calculations, ideas, and designs raced through his mind, almost as though his grandpa was scolding him for looking at the situation rather than the impossible possibilities that came with each new challenge he faced.

He jumped up from his spot and raced back towards the Lions.

“Number Five?!” he cried

“Yeah?” Pidge asked, looking out from underneath the Green Lion’s leg.

“I think I’ve got an idea,” he said, flailing to a stop as he squinted at the crystal in his hand.

“About what?” she asked, stepping out further and Coran could see she had her computer in her hand.

“Do you think you can run a diagnostic on this diamond?” he asked.

She adjusted her glasses and squinted at it. “I can, but what for?”

“I’ve got an idea. A crazy, impossible Wimbleton Smythe idea,” he said with a grin.

She grinned. “Well if it’s a crazy Wimbleton Smythe idea than it’s got to work.” She shut her computer and shoved it into his arms. “I’m going to go grab some cables and we can figure out what this little guy is packing,” she said, rushing up into her Lion.

Coran cheered and looked down at the diamond in his hand. The Wimbletons were a resilient bunch and they put that in everything they did.

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aion-rsa · 4 years ago

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Star Wars The Bad Batch: Who Is Omega?

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This Star Wars: The Bad Batch article contains spoilers.

The newest Star Wars hero is a bit of a mystery. Omega, a young clone who joins the titular heroes in The Bad Batch, is a mix of audience surrogate and riddle. She’s eager to join the fight, and has some skills of her own, but she’s obviously not cut from the exact same cloth as the other clones. That serves her well as she escapes Order 66 from the clones’ side, with her and the Batch some of the few residents of Kamino who don’t go all-in on the Empire’s slaughter. So, who is Omega, really?

At a press conference held over Zoom last week, lead The Bad Batch actor Dee Bradley Baker described Omega’s relationship with the other clones of the Bad Batch as familial. “It’s a fascinating relationship that unfolds,” he says. “Because at first of course the team [is] their own sealed unit not used to having anyone along or working with everyone else.” Ultimately, Omega does end up joining the Bad Batch, and this newfound friendship among “genetic mutants” will inform the 16-episode season as a whole.

“It’s interesting in terms of the story and the writing to have this kind of personal relationship with a younger character and to see how that changes and how they accommodate that,” Baker says. “It’s more of an uncle-niece or father-child dynamic, but not entirely, because Omega has her own potential powers maybe. It’ll be interesting to see that unfold. It connects you to the story in a personal way.”

There’s a lot to unpack when it comes to Omega’s origin and potential enhancements, especially after the series premiere, “Aftermath.” Here’s what we know about Omega and what she might mean for the future of The Bad Batch.

Just the Facts

Omega, played by Michelle Ang, follows in the tradition of protagonists like Ahsoka Tano, Ezra Bridger, and Luke Skywalker himself as the audience’s eyes into a new world. She’s also plainly familiar with the Bad Batch, knowing them by name even though they aren’t familiar with her.

We’re first introduced to her as a “medical assistant” for Nala Se, the Kaminoan scientist seen often in connection with the Republic’s clones. Omega is confirmed to be a clone, but what exactly that means lives in the realm of theory for now. More on that later.

What we know for sure is that she certainly doesn’t look like Jango Fett, the template for the Clone Army, which seems odd since the deceased bounty hunter was the only genetic template the Kaminoans used…right? Another mystery.

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One clue as to who Omega is seems to be in her headpiece, which looks like Lama Su’s. Omega’s jewelry holds something hidden in a locket that’s important to her, but as of the first episode, the audience (and the Bad Batch) don’t know what that is, either. It could be a personal curio or a key to a larger story. We’re going to bet on the latter.

Producer and head writer Jennifer Corbett told us that Omega’s character didn’t go through a lot of different iterations when she was being developed. “We started by thinking what challenges would push the Batch out of their comfort zone. A young child would challenge them at every turn. We didn’t go back and forth much. She just fit the story, and when Michelle came in and read for her, we knew we had it.”

Is She “The Last Clone”?

Omega being the final clone ever produced from Jango’s genetic template has been a popular fan theory over the last few weeks. It stems mostly from her name: Omega is the last letter of the Greek alphabet and an evocative symbol for finality, opposition, or a complete set (as in “the alpha and the omega.”) As of now, this is entirely speculation.

There’s nothing in the show that suggests she’s the final clone, and, in fact, you can see Jango clones of Omega’s age or younger in the background of some shots. There’s also no precedent for it, no clone named Alpha, at least not in the current canon. There were a few clones named Alpha in the Legends continuity, though, including one introduced as a clone of Jedi Master Kam Solusar in the novel Crosscurrent by Paul S. Kemp. Interestingly enough, that Alpha traveled with a female clone named Hunter… Strange coincidence coming from Corbett and Dave Filoni, a veteran Star Wars creator who loves re-canonizing elements from Legends in new ways. We won’t jump to any conclusions just yet, though.

But going back to the meaning of Omega’s name, there are already a line of canon “last” troopers, the Purge troopers “from the very last production line,” who look like the usual Jango template. Their existence isn’t proof that Omega is one of them; in fact, we’d argue it’s the opposite. But again, that’s all speculation.

It is canon that Jango Fett’s DNA is being “stretched” thin by the cloning process. This bit of pseudoscience explains why the Bad Batch themselves are different, which Omega seems to relate to. So the theory that she might be one of the last because the science simply can’t produce that many, or that the Kaminoans had to make changes in order to make it possible to create more clones, isn’t totally impossible, either.

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Is She a Clone of Palpatine?

Is Omega’s history more ominous? Emperor Palpatine has cloned himself before. Depending on which story you’re experiencing, the clone might be a shell for his Force presence to ooze into after his own body’s death or a brand new person. In The Rise of Skywalker, we learned Rey’s history is closely intertwined with cloning. Palpatine created a clone body for himself to carry on his legacy, but the science was inexact and the body weak. One of his many other plans resulted in the creation of a strand-cast(different from cloning, but it hasn’t exactly been detailed how.)

This strand-cast was Rey’s father, intended to provide Palpatine a Force-sensitive genetic match Palpatine could transfer his own spirit into. But now we’re getting a bit far afield. The point is that Palpatine was trying all kinds of things to figure out how to extend his own life past death, and needed a Force-sensitive vessel to do it. Could Omega be an early prototype?

While she doesn’t show any Force-sensitivity outwardly, she does seem to have remarkable empathy. Her knowledge of the Bad Batch could come from her fondness for them, or it could be something more supernatural.

Even if she isn’t Force-sensitive, there would be plenty of opportunities for her to be an offshoot of Palpatine’s plans. As seen in The Mandalorian and The Rise of Skywalker, when the Emperor starts a project, he makes a lot of backup copies. Omega also looks a lot more like Palpatine than like the Jango clones, although her face shape is reminiscent of the young Boba Fett’s character model in The Clone Wars, but the blonde hair and light skin might suggest something different.

There’s sure to be a lot more information about Omega as The Bad Batch goes on. Will she be as much of a mystery as Grogu and Rey, or will we learn her history sooner rather than later? The 16-episode first season of The Bad Batch will tell.

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❝ I’ve an eternity with you ❞

Plot: You’re Super Junior’s manager and all of you are vampire. But you and Yesung hate each other so Lee Sooman puts both of you in the same house. With the time both start to develop feelings and in the end he can’t stand the situation anymore and tells the truth.

Pairing: YesungxReader

Genre: Vampire!Au

Words count: 5,3k+

For our cutie @vintage-misery16, (FINALLY!!) I hope you like it! - M.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

The screen in front of you illuminated part of your face, while your mood became more and more black at every second that passed.

You had specified to not reveal anything about the new project, indeed you had forbidden the most inclined to let slip information to literally keep their mouth shut. And yet there he is, on the screen, with his smile that openly challenged your impositions.

You never knew how it was possible that Yesung was still alive after all that time. His voice sounded faintly in your ears when you took your headphones off, getting out of the door like a fury ready to sink your teeth into someone's flesh.

It had become unbearable to endure that man, his never-ending challenges, his faking to be a little angel when everyone knew how swaggering, arrogant and bad he was to the others.

When the members of the group continued to attribute that behavior to the fact that he had undergone the transformation recently, you kept repeating that no, Kim Jongwoon, was a devil already before becoming a vampire.

The transformation wasn't an event that happens at all. More than five hundred years ago there had been a war and no one knew how, but some soldiers had developed a particular gene. All kept assuming that they had been experiments, covered by the Government, which had resulted in untoward results. The fact that some soldiers had become "vampires", feeding on the blood of their comrades blinded by a violent thirst, could only be attributed to some kind of experiment. It wasn't possible that the human population, suddenly, became a species of herd of hungry animals without control.

With the passing of centuries, the remaining humans - or those who didn't carry the gene - and the vampires had learned to live together, although the mutated population still had some difficulty in keeping their canine safe in their own mouth.

And here you are, that you had undergone your transformation at only 16 years. Yes, all were born as mere human beings, without worries if they had within themselves the mutant gene. The age in which the change often occurred was in the twentieth; seldom it happened before. And it was this that surprised your parents, completely human, when they saw their daughter completely healthy become a monster.

And it had been that the day when, after being kicked out of your own house, a gentleman with a kind appearance (perhaps too much, you would have begun to think after a few years) welcomed you into his home, gave you an instruction and everything that a person could even want. It was the 1940 and your immortal life began.

"DAMN IT!"

Your scream resonated inside the studio, the cameramen immediately closed the transmission and you could hear, thanks to your abilities, the amused giggles of Heechul and Kangin, in the farthest corner of the room. When Lee SooMan, the kind man who saved your life more than 70 years earlier, decided that you would be the most appropriate person to follow Super Junior, you never thought about how wrong that idea was.

Your relationship with the group members was perfect, except with one. You had driven every single transformation, making them aware of what was going on and helping them control their most ruthless impulses. They were famous for being one of the few groups entirely "supernatural" of the world music scene, perhaps even for this were so followed. The different was well liked (and you wondered how it was possible that homosexuality was still a taboo in Korea), especially if it was represented by 13 perfect, sensual and talented boys.

Jongwoon was your Achilles' heel. You couldn't stand him, and he couldn't stand you if he could have bled you with one bite.

"Now she kills him," murmured Hangeng, knowing that this time they couldn't save their bandmates, "perhaps he deserves it," Hyukjae added and the only one who snorted was Heechul, who kept protecting his friend despite his continual mistakes.

The sound of your heels on the marble of the floor resonated until you stopped before your goal, forcefully pushing your forefinger against his chest knowing that you wouldn't intimidate him. It was practically impossible to do it with him.

"Listen to me," you'd say between your tight teeth, pushing your finger more forcefully and he made two steps back because of your strength, "when I say one thing, you have to obey. I'm your damn manager, can you figure that out?"

"To be an old lady of almost ninety you have strength," he gave you a smirk and your patience was again put to the test, "Do you practice by chance?"

An annoyed sigh left your lips, "Jongwoon, don't joke with the fire. You're a vampire, but you can hurt yourself too," you deadly whispered, moving away and leaving the studio with same violence with which you entered. And as you expected, Kim Jongwoon hadn't been scratched by your performance.

~ ~

The smell of the blood in the glass had sickened you, despite your smile didn't disappear from your face. The blood produced by the companies that had found their gold mine in supplying the vampires always had a taste too strange for you. Too metallic, too fake. You didn't feed on human blood for more than half a century, and even though there were, by now, many remedies to that little problem, from time to time your mind and your thirst were so attuned that it was a torture resisting the impulse to sink your canine in the neck of someone.

The steps outside your office, or rather at the end of the corridor, warned you that someone was about to enter and a few minutes after the one you wished to avoid seeing, settled in the armchair that you usually used in the late hours to relax our body after a tiring day.

"Still having problems with Jongwoon, mh?"

"Sooman-Nim, I.."

"You two force myself to take extraordinary measures, Y/N," he hummed filling with blood a glass, drinking it in a single sip and then approaching your desk. His intimidating aura was so different from how you remembered it. If you could you avoid staying in the same room with him for more than five minutes. The kind and sweet man you had known dozens of years before was almost completely disappeared, or perhaps simply it had always been a façade. Or the business had changed him so much that you could hardly recognize him. "What.." Your voice was hesitant, while you engaged your hands to fix some documents in front of you, "What do you think you do??"

"Pack your things, you're going to leave tonight."

That news made you open wide your eyes, while a strange sensation made your way inside you and promised that nothing good would happen. With a sigh, you nodded and when he stepped out of your office, you followed him in a complete silence imagining that that was the end of your career as a manager. Who knows what that demon said to your boss (and father if for that matter) to get you fired.

The hallways were quiet, it was so late that no one had stayed in that maze of offices, but Sooman's regular breathing kept reminding you that there was someone next to you. Vampires didn't need to breathe, but it was something that soothed humans. Seeing your breasts get up and down, feel your breath when you vampires crashed your lips with theirs in a burst of passion, every little gesture soothed the human mind.

It was different for you. Breathing brought with it the ability to feel the scents, the flavors on your tongue, it was something magical that you kept still in your memories.

Only after walking for five minutes you both came out of the building, where a car was waiting in the driveway. You didn't know if the vehicle was for you, for Sooman or for both. But when the door opened and your worst nightmare went down, you knew it was there for you.

"W-what??"

"Jongwoon has already packed his things. As you see you're both very happy with my decision, " sarcastic Sooman approached the luxurious machine, giving a vigorous pat on the shoulder to a bored and visibly infuriated Jongwoon, "I hope you can smooth out your differences in this way."

The confusion continued to reign in your head, but always in silence, you followed the man in the car and you leaned your head against the window once the vehicle began to start. The only presence of that arrogant provoked in you the most inconvenient reactions.

The profile of your apartment stood in front of you after ten minutes, the choice of living near the company had proved useful due to the amount of work you had every day, so without saying a single word to the other occupant of the car, you went out and with suffering spirit you headed to your room, after entering the bright and especially warm apartment.

Your suitcase was on the bed and you started to go back and forth from your closet trying not to wrinkle your clothes too much. You loved the order, the cleanliness and that things had their own space, without too much trouble. Your soul was already damned, it was what you kept repeating for years, you preferred to keep your "human" life relatively quiet.

"So this is your house, wow."

"No one has given you permission to enter."

"Why? From today we'll be roommates, what is yours will be mine. "

Forcefully you'd close the suitcase, trying not to jump on him and biting him, opening the upper hinge in order to insert your laptop and the loader. Your footsteps on the floor were delicate, despite the heels you wore, and you moved to the room as a dancer moves on stage. Graceful and perfect. Jongwoon had always thought that you were too perfect to be a damned like all of them and it was perhaps the reason why he couldn't be nice to you. You were too much, he kept feeling at the lowest rung of a social ladder that suppressed him. The fact that you were Lee Sooman's daughter, then, worsened things. But he could hardly deny that you had an ethereal beauty.

"Done? If you keep this way, I'll age ten years, " he mumbled bored, tightening his arms to his chest and feeling to be worn when you crossed him, beating his shoulder forcefully with yours. Ethereal, graceful but also lethal, that particular always made him smile.

You watched one last time your apartment, your little private space that needed to distract your thoughts from the difficulties that being a vampire behaved, coming out with a sigh from the huge wooden door direct towards the car. The driver took your suitcase, managing to get a little smile and you entered the vehicle without even waiting for Jongwoon to arrive. You had decided, once discovered thanks to his words what was going to happen to both, that you would totally reset the contacts with him. You didn't have to talk to him, conversing and spending your time with him. Same house, but you would have used every grain of your willpower to keep him away from you.

He entered the car and it finally started to drive to any place your dear "Daddy" had chosen for you, letting the mood of both darkened the atmosphere.

"We're on hiatus, both."

"WHAT?" The saliva blocked in your throat, almost choking you, but you immediately drove out that feeling, looking at him as if he was the cause of your every problem, which had a bottom of the truth. "What do you mean by hiatus?"

"Are you deaf by chance? Or stupid? You know what it means, grandma. "

"Jongwoon, don't star--"

"Shut up, I need to rest, Sooman keeps me fast for two days because of our last bickering," he silenced you and turned his face towards the window, closing the conversation even if you hadn't finished.

Hiatus, it meant that you'd be stuck in that house with him all the time because you were sure you wouldn't have the slightest permission to leave.

The torture was about to begin.

~ ~

"Have you seen my hair band?"

"Even if I had seen it, I wouldn't tell you," he chuckled continuing to read the paper and you would raise your eyes to heaven, puffing nervously. His child attitudes were something you really couldn't bear, they created in you the worst murderous instincts you had to keep in every way.

"Thank you anyway."

You walked away from the kitchen, returning to look for your hair band. You had others, but they were buried in your suitcase, and even four days had passed, you couldn't unpack it. You continued to hope in the good soul of your paternal figure to be able to get you out of that condition.

Jongwoon did practically nothing. He fed himself, occasionally he had fun cooking human food to annoy you -the smell slightly sickened you- and the music that came from his room could be heard in every corner of the house because of the volume. A child, he behaved exactly like a child.

"Here it is," Jongwoon appeared next to you, handing out the black band you were looking for from whole minutes, waiting for you to grasp it, "Isn't that what you were looking for?"

You nodded quietly, shaking the soft fabric of the object in your hand and prevented the corners of your mouth from rising upward. You would never give a smile to that horrible being, as you kept naming him with your best friend every night. The music from his room changed, even when he was downstairs he was quieter with a background of his favorite music, turning into a ballad that sounded familiar to you despite not being able to recognize it. Yet it was pleasant, one of the few choices you could really appreciate.

"Y/N?"

"Thank you for the hair band, sorry I was distract.."

"Do you want to dance??" He handed you, his expression always emotionless but his eyes were brighter than usual. You hated him, but you loved dancing and that song almost seemed to call you so ignoring the screams of your mind to not accept his request, you rested your hand on his and he gently clasped it. You would never have believed that he could have such a delicate touch, but he made you believe it when with so much prudence he placed his other hand on your side and drew you to himself. Your bodies were close but they couldn't touch each other and for this you were grateful, so you both started to move your feet in perfect synchrony by waving for the living room as if you had wings under your feet. His grip was strong, his hand covered totally yours and the one that he kept resting on your side was delicate, but he managed to drive your every movement to perfection. You could feel his touch from under the silk robe that you wore, almost burned that small portion of skin but you didn't care about it. The touch of another vampire always had a similar effect, you didn't have to worry about it that much.

The time seemed to stop around you and only when the electronic beat of an EDM song echoed for the house you remembered what you were doing, moving away to each other. "Thank you," you whispered before disappeared up the stairs, looking refuge between the walls of your bedroom.

Once you enter you lean against the door, managing to still feel his warmth on your side. As if his hand was still resting against your flesh.

"You forgot the band downstairs."

His voice behind your door made you jump, but you wouldn't trigger the lock. That moment of intimacy, the music in the background, the perfection of which he seemed to move without making any effort, all the whole had a strange effect on you and you would have waited the next day to be able to face him. Maybe because of that Jongwoon, that strange and nice kind version of him was kind and you.. You liked him.

A furious banging against your door suddenly woke you up and with fatigue you watched the alarm clock next to you, noticing that it was only four o'clock in the morning. As anger began to boil even inside you, you would get out from the bed and open the door you let someone fall on the floor of your room. Your gaze rested on the figure still standing in the hallway, Heechul, and then on the one on the floor that gasped in an attempt to breathe.

"What the heck..?"

"Sorry Y/N-SSI, sometimes I also lose control because of this jerk," the eldest of the two apologized, giving you an amused smile while you noticed the blood on his knuckles. "Oh shut Up, Hyung," Jongwoon gasped and in an attempt to stand up he grasped your arm, so you found yourself having to help him.

Effortlessly you put him in an upright position, quickly passing your arm under his armpit to be able to support him since he didn't seem very stable on his own legs.

"Can you care to explain me, Chul?"

"The jerk has almost bitten a girl earlier and you know it's something I can't stand."

"So you came out, you ugly asshole? I'm confined here and you can go out?" You hissed, passing Heechul and direct to his room. With a kick you opened the door, starting to drag him and throwing him on the bed without much care. You would have preferred that Heechul had done some worse damage, some damage that even a vampire takes more than a few days to heal.

"Y/N, he escaped, neither of you is allowed to leave. How is cohabitation?? "

"Horrible, unlivable, heavy."

A whistle of appreciation came behind your shoulders but you ignored it, you weren't in the mood to joke with what you considered one of your dearest friends, starting to strip the boy on the bed.

"So that's what you wanted?" he asked with a lopsided smile, feeling your hands on his body, but you shook your head and took off the blood dirty jeans letting them fall on the floor.

"In your dreams, you prick. Now try to sleep, tomorrow you'll be good. "

You walked away from him and you turned walking toward the door, where Heechul was waiting for you. "Thank you," it was a whisper but you both could hear it, so you closed the door without answering. He didn't deserve it, just as he didn't deserve that strange and unhealthy concern that had gripped your heart when you saw him dripping with blood on the floor of your room.

~ ~

"Good morning," the greeting of Jongwoon went empty because you would lay your empty cup and leave the kitchen without even saying goodbye. And this provoked his annoyance, like everything you did in the rest. Deeply Inhaling he followed you and without delicacy slammed you against the wall, closing every way out and letting his body towering on you. He smelled clean, the few scratches he had on his face had disappeared and his gaze emanated that ounce of danger that capitulated every single fan. They loved Yesung for that, but without knowing Jongwoon.

"What do you want?"

"You're fucking polite. If I give you a good morning, I'm asking for an answer. "

"I pretend I didn't wake up at four in the morning by a blood-covered jerk, but my claims are never respected, " you answered sarcastically and his eyes darkened, the iris began to turn and that docile dark color was slowly becoming the scarlet red that characterized the novices. "I pretend that you don't get killed and then soil my floor with blood. I pretend you're more responsible. You were going to attack an innocent girl yesterday," The tension was high among you two, you could feel it even on your skin so much was high, but that wouldn't have prevented you from saying what you had to tell him, "Jongwoon you must be careful. I know what that means, we all know. We know the feeling of thirst, the treacherous burning that sticks your throat in the worst moments and the control that slowly leaves your body. We know it, but you also are a public figure.. You can't let yourself go. "

His face was unmoved, no emotion outlined those usually so kind lines when he was with the other boys and you sighed, trying to move him away by pushing your hands on his chest. But even though you were stronger and older than him, your efforts were totally vain.

"Jongwoon, let me go."

"You have to stop making the haughty girl, Y/N. Not because you were born before me, it means you know more things than I do. I know how to control myself, so I don't need your rhetoric. "

He walked away, raising his hands to heaven and smiling with sarcasm he disappeared up the stairs. Leaving you with that same concern felt a few hours earlier, feeling that didn't seem to want to leave you for no reason. And it was at that moment that you realized that something was changing and maybe not for the better.

~ ~

"Ehi, take this," You handed him a cup full of blood and he arched his left eyebrow, trying to conceal the surprise that your gesture had provoked.

After the incident with Heechul had passed two months, two months full of oppressive silences but moments of calm and tranquility where you were even able to converse from time to time. And in those weeks, closed in the same house with him without being able to use the work as an excuse to distract yourself, you had begun to develop feelings for him.

At first, it was something related to concern. You were worried he could get in trouble. Slowly it had turned into affection because when you watched him even from afar, you didn't feel the feeling of annoyance that had been your companion for more than three years. Maybe the disgust was the cover for something more, you didn't know. But with the passing of days, you were astonished to live better the days with him, to smile more and to be kinder to him.

"I don't drink artificial bloo--"

"It's mine."

The newspaper fell with a little puff onto his legs and his eyes wide open made you realize that he was upset. Rarely did another vampire offer his own blood, but you knew how much he struggled with the artificial one and found difficult to resist the impulse of drinking the human ones. You protruded the cup towards him, then sighing when he didn't squeeze it and rested it in his hand, closing his fingers on the smooth surface of the cup.

"Drink Woon, you know you have to feed," you order, giving your back and returning from the direction you came from.

"Y/N; It's your damn blood. "

"So?"

He followed you, after resting the cup on the table, grasping your wrist and inspecting the two holes on the delicate skin that were already healing with speed. He stroked with his thumb one of the two holes, trying to figure out what was that confusion that was quickly blurring his head.

"I can't drink it, it's your bloo--"

"You already said it, it's not important.. It's just blood."

"It will make me dependent on you, Y/N," he emphasized that information with contempt and despite you kept thinking of not having a soul, you felt hurt by his words. Almost he was disgusted by that thought, to be in some way tied to you. You tried to hide at best what his words had provoked and rested your other hand on his you rid effortlessly from his grasp. No sudden gesture, no sarcastic response. You didn't feel the strength to fight with him, especially because now on your part there were feelings that you were struggling to manage.

"I'm sorry, I hadn't thought about it. You can avoid drinking it, I don't want to cause you any more problems. "

The rustle of your slippers was the only thing that he heard shortly after, you disappeared in a second and only your scent remained with him. He could perceive it, as if you were still beside him, giving slowly to his head. The confusion became even more persistent and he spent the rest of the day closed in his room, seeking the answer to those questions that kept nagging him.

It was two at night when he decided it was time to go out and be able to find something to eat in the fridge, he would even swallow liters of artificial blood to smooth out the thirst that was tormenting him.

The music struck him when he began to descend the stairs, a sweet but sad melody came from the living room and the notes resonated for the house making it as desperate as the song he heard. In small steps he approached the room, noticing you sitting on the stool while sliding your fingers with mastery on the black and white keys of the piano. He had never heard something so beautiful but sad at the same time and would never say that you knew how to play so well. No one knew because you never played before the others. You sister taught you, that same sister who had repudiated you once you became the vampire you were.

You sighed as you observed how your fingers were getting married with those keys, without noticing the presence behind you that kept observing you totally kidnapped by your beauty. And that vision, you so irresistibly perfect under the light of the moon, erased altogether the confusion of those hours.

Jongwoon knew what happened to him and hated himself for making it happen. Because in his mind you were too perfect for someone broken like him.

"Oh, I didn't notice you," you murmured by blocking your fingers on the keys after you turned towards him, "I didn't want to wake you up with the music, sorry.."

"Go to hell, Y/N."

He walked away from the living room under your astonished look but this time you wouldn't let it run, you thought your relationship had slightly improved. And instead, he was acting like an asshole as always.

The floor beneath your feet was cold, but you would welcome that feeling with pleasure, and you could stop him just as he was about to get out of the main door. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Let me go Y/N before I can't respond to my actions!"

"NO, NOW YOU TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU GET!" Your screams were high, but you knew nobody was living nearby so you didn't care much. He freed himself from your grasp and went out, the warm air of the night struck both but you followed him even though you were still barefoot and in a nightgown. "JONGWOON!"

"GO AWAY, Y/N. I CAN'T STAND YOU ANYMORE, THIS COHABITATION HAS TIRED ME."

"I THOUGHT IT WAS IMPROVED. YOU WERE ENE KIND, NOW AND THEN!! "

"YOU'RE MY FUCKING PROBLEM!"

The pain endured during the transformation made less harm than what he yelled at you. You stuck in the middle of the driveway, while he turned and watched you with a short breath. His hands were shaking, even he seemed to be tormented by a tremor that you couldn't explain. But you, inside you, felt a tornado of emotions that were about to make you collapse altogether.

"IT'S YOU, YOU," he pointed his finger at you, at quick steps he came up to you and pressed your wrist lifting upward so you could observe it, "YOU'RE MY PROBLEM. COULDN'T YOU KEEP BEING THE PRICK YOU ALWAYS ARE? WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? WHAT!?!? "

"I.. I don't know what you're talking about, you didn't even drink my blood. You were disgusted by the idea.. "

He opened his eyes wide feeling the misery with which your voice was resonated in his ears, by quitting the grip on your wrist that was left inanimate to your side while for the first time, after more than seventy years, hot and unexpected tears began to slip on your cheeks. Vampires could cry, but it was a rare occurrence and you had never experienced it.

"I was disgusted by the idea.. Did you really think this?? "

"Obvious, otherwise why you should have refuse--"

His lips crashed with yours, suddenly silenced you. They moulded on yours, made his own and you started to reciprocate that kiss after a few seconds. His hands slipped along your hips, stopping on your back and drawing you to himself, letting your bodies adhere to perfection. His lips continued to move against yours with passion, almost as he was trying to survive thanks to that kiss and shortly after the tip of his tongue stroked your lower lip, asking for access. You denied it and walked away breathlessly, managing to loosen the grip of his arms on your middle.

"What--what the hell.. Jongwoon.. " You panted, feeling a strange warmth blossoming in your chest and spreading flat for every nerve that your body possessed, "w-why..? "

"I wasn't disgusted by the idea," he started whispering, approaching you again, and with his fingertips, he drew your cheek, stroking your cheekbone and slowly descending towards your jaw, "I was afraid to not control myself if I had tasted your blood.. I was afraid to hurt you. "

"I--I wasn't referring to that.. W-Why did you kiss me..? "

"Isn't it clear why someone kisses a person?" His usual sarcasm stroked his voice, but there was something more. A sweetness that almost dimmed it, which made what he said most affectionate. "I kissed you because these two months have made me understand so many things, but I still think that you're too perfect for me.. For anyone. "

"W-what..?"

"You're really dumb, are you? I like Y/N, it's not hard to understand. "

"Oh....."

Jongwoon smiled, amused by your reaction and without saying anything for the first time he showed his true colors in front of you. He was fragile, so much to evaluate himself inferior to you when in fact you were nothing special.

He smelled like hawthorn and vanilla, something good you thought while resting your forehead against his chest and letting him lull you from that hug, treating the wounds you've been carrying inside you for years. The fear of being abandoned, of not being enough or beloved, had tormented you for years after the refusal of your parents. But that simple hug began to heal what time had failed to cure.

"Y/N..?"

"I like you too," you asserted quickly, after understanding what he wanted to hear, bending your head backward to watch him and a huge smile painted on his lips. You hadn't noticed that you had fed a dependence on his smile, but when his lips stretched out the vise to your stomach squeezed, making you almost melt in his arms. "It was taken for granted, otherwise I wouldn't have kissed you.."

"Or you wouldn't give me your blood."

"That you didn't drink."

"I told you the reason, silly girl."

"Don't mock me!"

"It's so easy, dummy."

You grunted and pinched his side, while in the distance the headlights of a car lit you up and approached more and more. You remained in his arms when the car stopped in front of your driveway and Leeteuk along with Donghae and Heechul went out, starting to whistle at the sight of you two into the arms of each other.

"They will tease us..?"

"Well, Woon.. They have eternity to do it. "

"At least I'll pass it with you, it's not a bad deal this."

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