#also i'm not sure how to trigger warning this. shoot me a message if you need me to tag this in any way

[kokomyass]

Genshin headcannons ☆ Traveller finding out that you are in a relationship with genshin characters

Genshin x Fem!Reader

Genre: ☁️

Trigger warnings ⚠️: none!!

featuring: Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Alhaitham

synopsis: in which, traveller and paimon find out you are an ✨️ITEM✨️!!!

Notes: you are immortal in Neuvillette's part, you are a bad bitch in Wriothesley's part, you are part of the Academia for Alhaitham's part and hella shy

a/n: it was NOT a narrow win, this one won by far...so I hope you enjoy!!

also I might do a part 2 depending on how many people like it....and if you want any characters added just drop me a message 💜⭐️💜⭐️

Neuvillette

The Traveller and Paimon had decided to make an unexpected visit to the Palais Mermonia to see Neuvillette and Furina since they happened to be in Fontaine.

"Hey Sendene!! We are here to see Neuvillette and Furina!!" Paimon shouted out floating happily.

"Hello Traveller, Paimon. You see Neuvillette is currently away but you can make your way over to his office, he shouldn't mind." the Melusine said happily

"Thanks Sendene! See you!!" The Traveller and Paimon opened the doors to Neuvillette's office only to be met with an unfamiliar face.

You were sat down reading a book, with one leg crossed over the other deep in the book that you don't notice the two individuals walk in the room.

"Ummm...Hello there!! Whoever could you be?" your head shoots up to look at the Traveller and Paimon a look of suprise and happiness on your face at the same time.

"Ah! The infamous Traveller and Paimon!! Neuvi has said so much about you! It's so nice to finally meet you." you shoot up and hold the Traveller's hand, shortly moving to patting Paimon.

"You sure are energetic....but you never answered my question!" Paimon shouted putting her hands on her hips.

"Oh dear...that's my bad hehe...I am Y/N, its lovely to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you too Y/N!! So what are you doing in Neuvillette's office? You must be awfully close to give him that nickname" Paimon asks as the Traveller looks a bit confused as to how you had gotten so close to Neuvillette and how they didn't know who you were.

"Well I am Neuvillette's-" just as you were about to explain your presence, Neuvillette and Furina walked through the office doors making you smile warmly.

"Neuvillette!! Furina!! You run up to them giggling.

Furina walked through first, making her the first victim to your hug.

"Ah! Y/N!! It's nice to see you too" Furina smiled softly as she hugged you back.

"She's close to Furina too?! Just who is she?!!!" Paimon shouted feeling in the dark as the Traveller already had their suspicions...

"Oh how did you not know? She is Neuvillette's..." Just as Furina wanted to reply to Paimon's exclamation you squealing turned all their head in your direction.

"Neuvi~ I missed you..."

"Hello, my dearest. I too missed you an immense amount." Neuvillette said warmly making Paimon and the Traveller shocked at the love in his eyes and Furina unfazed by it.

You went on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around Neuvillette's neck hugging him before placing a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away and handing him a cake box.

"I took a break from work to bring you a cake but now I'm gonna go...have a nice day at work and I'll see you at home!"

"I cannot wait to see you at home my dear, stay safe."

Neuvillette cups your face and places a kiss on both cheeks as you give him the cake, hug him tightly and pack your things.

"It was lovely to meet you guys!! Maybe we can meet up sometime!! See you Furina!!" you smile and wave to Paimon and The Traveller and Furina as they stare at you dumbfounded as you walk out the doors and Furina smiles and waves back.

"It is good to see you two, how have you been faring?" Neuvillette smiled turning to the Traveller and Paimon.

"UH...ERM....ARE WE GONNA IGNORE THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM??!! WHO IS Y/N TO YOU?!" Paimon screamed as Neuvillette held a neutral face.

"Oh Y/N is my wife. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to put her in danger."

"That makes so much sense...its quite cute actually!! I can't believe THE Chief Justice has a wife!! For how long?" Paimon seemed to be extremely amused as the Traveller sighed at how dense Paimon was.

"400 years"

"SAY WHAT??!?!?"

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Wriothesley

"Erm...can you hear that Traveller?" Paimon sounded uneasy as the Traveller gave her a look of uncertainty at whatever was currently going on in the Duke of Meropide's office.

There was currently shouting going on that was so loud that a few people gather around his office to see if they could get anyone the drama. (that the only entertainment they get down there)

"WELL IF YOU DIDN'T PUT MY CAKE IN THE BIN THEN I WOULDN'T BE HERE TO BE HONEST, WRIOTHESLEY!!"

"UGH Y/N I TOLD YOU, I CAN GET YOU A BETTER ONE!! PLUS YOU ARE SO LOUD THAT I BET EVERYONE IS OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW!!"

"OH REALLY MR DUKE?? I LIKE THAT ONE CAUSE YOU MADE IT!"

"Y/N YOU AND I BOTH KNOW IT TASTED LIKE DIRT! AND STOP SHOUTING!!!"

Outside the office people were mumbling different things.

"Damn her sentence is gonna be for life if it wasn't before...."

"She's a soldier...."

Sigewinne showed up next to the Traveller and Paimon with an fed up look on her face.

"They are at it again...." She sighed and placed a hand on her forehead.

"Sigewinne!! Just what is going on in there?" Paimon asked as the Traveller flinched at another shout.

"You better go see for yourself..." Sigewinne pushed the Traveller and Paimon in the office and they climbed up the stairs to see a random woman and Wriothesley stop arguing to look at them.

Your demeanor changed completely as you turn your body to face them fully and smile.

"Oh hello! You must be the Traveller, and her cute little friend Paimon!" you smile softly as Paimon giggles and the Traveller greets you.

"Don't make Paimon blush!! However, the main issue is why you guys are shouting so much!!" Paimon places her hands on her hips like an angry mother.

Just as you started to calm you started getting heated.

"Traveller, I wouldn't usually be so desperate...but I could really use your help..."

"Hush it, Wrio." Paimon and the Traveller look at each other in shock.

Not only were you rude to THE Duke of Meropide but he also listened to you.

"Well, funny you guys asked....my HUSBAND here made me a lovely, beautiful delightful cake...last night which I enjoyed immensely!"

"Y/N-" Just as Wriothesley wanted to start you gave him a glare that shut him up.

"I REALLY enjoyed the cake, but my husband insisted it tasted like ass....so this morning after he had gone to work and I wanted to eat this cake I wake up to see it in the bin. So I am simply asking my husband to explain himself."

You fold your arms directing your attention back to Wriothesley.

"Wait....wait...wait...YOUR HUSBAND????!?!? WRIOTHESLEY THIS IS NEWS TO ME...." Paimon shouted as both the Traveller and Paimon both put their hands on their hips.

Wriothesley sighed and rubbed his hand over his face.

"Guys....this is Y/N my wife of 3 years."

"Not for much longer is you keep this up."

"Y/N!! I'm sorry okay, I will make another one for you tonight." You immediately perked up and smiled warmly as you gave him a tight hug he returned, before you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"There we go, it wasnt hard was it! Anyway, I gotta go back to work...see you guys around and see you tonight, Wrio." you waved as you walked downstairs and left.

It was silent for a few minutes as the Paimon and the Traveller stared at Wriothesley in disbelief.

"I didn't want to tell you in these circumstances but-" Wriothesley started

"YOU BAKE??!!" The Traveller and Paimon spoke up in sync.

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Alhaitham

It was a lovely day and The traveller and Paimon were walking through Port Ormos, just as a little relaxation walk.

"Hey Traveller, isn't that Alhaitham? Let's go say hi!" The Traveller nods and they both go and say hi to Alhaitham despite him talking to you.

You turn your head and notice the Traveller and Paimon approach your boyfriend so you tapped him while he was talking so he would turn around.

"Ah, Traveller and Paimon. How are you? What brings you here?" Alhaitham turns around as you shyly stand behind him hoping they don't notice you.

"We are great! Just came here for a walk. What about you."

"I am discussing things with my partner...." Alhaitham glanced back to you suggesting you make an appearance as you only cower behind him, gripping his arm tight.

"Uhhh....I'm assuming that's them behind you in the Akademiya uniform." Paimon says crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow in confusion.

Alhaitham nods before turning around and grabbing your shoulders, steering you infront of him. "Introduce yourself Y/N..."

"H-Hi....I am Y/N...." you don't say much before wrapping your arms around Alhaitham tightly and shoving your face in his chest. He wraps his arms around you smiling faintly (not going unnoticed by The Traveller)

"Sorry, she is usually really shy..." Alhaitham deadpanned.

"How on earth can she be your partner?" Paimon asked kind of shocked that he was tolerant enough to work together with you.

"She is actually a very valuable asset. I don't appreciate your language." Alhaitham said it neutrally despite the cold look in his eyes.

Before anyone can say anything tou mumbled out from Alhaitham's chest.

"I wanna go home...." you squeezed him tighter as he did the same.

"Well, we are going home now, she seems a bit overwhelmed so we will catch you another time." Alhaitham says moving away making Paimon and The Traveller feel a bit weirded out at how close they were for partners.

"Hey wait!! I'm sorry I said that....I didn't mean it...are you scared of us?" you looked away from Alhaitham's chest smiling slightly at them but not letting go.

"I'm scared cause you guys are so cool, Alhaitham told me all about you!" you spoke softly before turning away and earning a head pat from Alhaitham.

"Well done for speaking Y/N, dear." Alhaitham said as you looked up at him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"EWWW! JUST WHAT TYPE OF PARTNERS ARE YOU?!?!" Paimon shouted as you and Alhaitham shared another small kiss before walking away.

"Romantic partners and work partners."

"WHATTTT!!"

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a/n: I'm probs gonna do a pt. 2 just because j wanna write scara too and wanna make sure I haven't written too much...anyways I hope you enjoyed 💜✨️💜✨️💜

[miguelswifey04]

im too scared to ask this nonanon so I'm sorry if this looks like spam, I promise it's not!!

If you have time, could you do a Miguel x f!reader established relationship where the reader has been being harmed/harassed by someone at her job? She's scared to tell Miguel because she's afraid he won't take her seriously, used to past relationships downplaying her feelings and having to handle things herself. She acts different on the days that she works but sweetly tells Miguel it's just stress.

don’t worry!! thank you for the request and awww yeah for sure!!

remember if you or your loved ones are going through something like this please tell a trusted person, whoever it may be, or report it to your HR/boss/manager/even authorities (honestly anyone you can trust!) you are not alone!! i see you and you are loved <33 if you need someone to talk about anything remember you can shoot me a message, i always answer no matter what 🤎!!

miguel o’hara x fem! reader

warnings: harassment by stranger to reader, angst/comfort fluff, could be triggering (?)

you found yourself facing a difficult situation at work. someone had been harming and harassing you, causing you immense distress and fear. the weight of this burden took its toll on you, but you hesitated to confide in miguel.

previous experiences had conditioned you to believe that your concerns and emotions might be dismissed or downplayed. you believed you had to handle things on your own, afraid of being labeled as overly sensitive or needy. the thought of miguel not taking you seriously only added to your anxiety.

however, miguel was intuitive and perceptive, sensing that something was amiss. he noticed the subtle changes in your behavior on workdays and the way stress seemed to weigh heavy on your shoulders. deep down, he wanted to be there for you, to support and protect you, but he also respected your independence and strength.

one evening, as you sat on the couch, miguel approached you with a gentle look in his eyes. he took your hands in his, tenderly stroking your knuckles. "i can see that there's something on your mind," he said softly. "you don't have to face it alone. you know that, right?"

tears welled in your eyes as you looked into his caring gaze, feeling the weight of vulnerability lifting from your shoulders. you took a deep breath, uncertain of how to voice your fears. "miguel, i’ve been going through something at work," you began, your voice trembling with a mix of apprehension and relief. "i’ve been harassed by someone, and it scares me."

miguel's expression shifted from concern to a fierce determination. he squeezed your hands gently, his voice filled with a resolute tone. "i’m so sorry you had to bear this burden alone. i want you to know that i take your feelings seriously. you are not alone anymore, and o will do everything in my power to protect you."

in that moment, you felt an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude. miguel’s unwavering support washed away the walls you had constructed to protect yourself. he proved to you that your feelings and experiences were valid, and he would stand by your side no matter what.

together, you discussed the situation in detail, exploring different courses of action. miguel reassured you that he believed in your strength, but he also emphasized that it was not your responsibility to handle it all alone.

with miguel by your side, you mustered the courage to address the issue at work, seeking help from higher authorities and implementing safety measures. and throughout the process, he provided unwavering support, reassuring you that your feelings were valid and that you were deserving of safety and respect.

———

a/n: sorry if this was short but i treaded carefully with this one to not make it as triggering as possible because these are harder to write !!

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @meeom @emiemiemiii @sabcandoit

[coraex]

chapter one

A/N : The first chapter of Solace is finally here ! As I previously said, English isn't my first language so there might be some grammar mistakes (you are free to point them out to me but please be POLITE)

Warnings : none that I know of

Words count : 1431

Breathe in. Aim for the target. Breathe out. Pull the trigger. And...

"I missed again," the young woman sighed. She turned towards the man behind her, and asked "Rex, are you sure the army doesn't have a single sniper that could teach me how to shoot with this damn thing ?"

"If we do, then I haven't heard of them," Rex replied, walking towards the young woman who was clearly frustrated. "Don't worry, Hemera. I'm sure you'll be able to hit that target straight in the head."

Hemera gave him a small smile, before Rex smirked. "Besides, you're not that bad. You can't hit your own target, but you're always able to hit the one next to yours," he teased.

"And don't forget that you're also one of our best mechanics," a woman said.

The Captain turned around, allowing Hemera to see who just entered the shooting range. It was none other than Annabeth Skywalker. Jedi General of the 501st along with her twin brother, Anakin Skywalker. And she also happened to be Captain Rex's wife. 

While Hemera knew about their relationship and marriage, she always kept the secret. Because if anyone within the Jedi Council, or the highest ranks of the army were to know about their relationship, they would be in huge trouble.

Annabeth would be kicked out of the Jedi Order, while Rex would be decomissioned. Or worse considering Tarkin — a man who hated clone troopers — was part of the highest ranks of the army.

The Jedi put a hand on Hemera's shoulder and offered her a warm smile. "It doesn't matter if you can't hit your target. No one's perfect."

"I still should be able to hit the target, "Hemera grumbled.

"Don't worry. I'm sure that one day, you'll be able to hit that stupid target in the head," Annabeth assured before she received a message on her comm. "Master Windu and Anakin want to see me in the control room. I'll see you later !"

She ran outside the door, leaving Rex and Hemera alone in the shooting range. Hemera decided that she was done with training for the day, so she put the rifle back in its kit and placed it exactly where she found it. 

"Do you have any theories on why we keep losing every single one of our most recent battles ?" Hemera asked, changing the subject.

"Not yet. I've been thinking about it for days, and I still don't have an answer. Do you have any idea on what it could be ?"

"I haven't really thought about it," Hemera admitted. "But based on what I know, I'd say it's-," she started but got cut off by her comm. "I'm sorry, Rex but I'm needed at the hangar. I promise I'll tell you my theory later," she promised before leaving the shooting range.

She quickly grabbed her stuff that she left outside of the range and walked towards the hangar where she saw numerous troopers, mechanics and pilots running right and left, never slowing down. The numerous victories of the Separatists against the Republic started to agitate everyone who was afraid that one day, the Republic will collapse and the Separatists will control the entire galaxy.

Hemera shook her head and found the trooper who contacted her, saying he needed her to repair his ship. However, when she reached him, she was surprised to see that his starship was in perfect shape.

"Um, what is the issue with your starship, exactly ?" she asked, frowning. 

"I think the stabilizer is a little bit off. I felt it during my last mission," he answered. "Do you think you can repair it ?"

Hemera looked at him, and noticed that he wasn't as confident as the many troopers she worked with as a mechanic. She shot him a smile, saying "That's what I do best."

She slid under the ship and fixed the issue within a minute. She slid from under the ship and stood up, smiling at the trooper. "Your ship is all good for your next battle," she assured with a smile.

"Thank you so much."

"You're welcome, trooper."

As soon as Hemera grabbed her canteen to drink a little, her comm beeped again, making her groan. "I really can't catch a break," she muttered before answering. "Captain Rex, what do you need ?"

"Are you done with your repairs ?"

"Yeah, it was a simple thing. Why ?"

"You're coming with us on our next mission. Meet us at the docking bay in 10."

"Copy that."

She drank some water, before walking towards the barracks she shared with most men of the 501st, before grabbing her battlefield attire and stepping inside the fresher in order to take a shower. She took her clothes off and took a shower before putting her battlefield attire on.

She walked outside of the fresher and grabbed both of her pistols to put them in their hosters that were on the outside of her thighs. She then took her helmet before rushing outside of the barracks since they were a bit far from the docking bay.

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As Cody introduced the members of Clone Force 99 — also known as the Bad Batch — to Rex, Jesse and Kix, he heard someone saying "I'm here !"

The Commander turned around and saw Hemera running towards him and the rest of the group. Rex also saw her, and as he was about to warn her about the wires on the floor, she tripped on it and started falling. Before Cody could catch her, she fell at the feet of one of the members of the Bad Batch, her helmet also falling on the floor.

Hemera grimaced from the fall and looked up, locking eyes with one of the members of the squad of clones she was going to work with. The clone looking down at her was extremely tall with short silver hair and brown eyes. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes while chewing on a toothpick, making her slightly nervous. "Hi," she said with a nervous smile.

She got back on her feet before grabbing her helmet and standing next to Rex, who groaned "You sure know how to make an entrance, shortcake."

The young mechanic rolled her eyes, before frowning when she saw how tense Rex was. "What's with you ?" she asked. She looked where he was looking and her eyes widened when she finally noticed the design on the nose of the Bad Batch's ship. Which appeared to be a modified Omicron-class attack shuttle. "I bet Annabeth is gonna love this," she whispered with a small laugh.

Speaking of Annabeth, Hemera saw the Jedi walking towards the small group to meet the squad that was going to help her men. She introduced herself to the men of the Bad Batch who seemed a bit surprised to see her and she frowned when she saw that Rex was glaring at the nose of the ship. She sighed before looking and she immediately blushed when she saw that the soldiers made a rather suggestive painting of her.

"Oh," she whispered with a nervous laugh. She rubbed the back of the neck before saying "I'm very honored and flattered that I'm the one you decided to paint on your ship. But um, do you think you can take it off ? Or at least, add a few more clothes."

"They better take it off," Rex grumbled, crossing his arms. Hemera let out a laugh, putting a hand on her mouth, trying to hide it.

"Are you gonna join us on this mission ?" Hemera asked, looking at Annabeth who shook her head. 

"No, I'm not. The algorithm, if it's one to begin with, will probably predict that a Jedi will join you. So I'm gonna have to stay here." The Jedi looked at everyone before saying "Good luck and may the Force be with you."

After she had left, Cody cleared his throat to catch Hemera's attention, before he introduced all the members of the Bad Batch to her. She then introduced herself with a nervous smile, still embarassed after falling right at Crosshair's feet.

"So, Commander, what kind of 'suicide mission' do you have for us this time ?" the leader of the squad — named Hunter — asked.

"Let's get going," Cody answered while a gunship landed right behind him. "We'll brief you on the way."

Everyone got on board the gunship that immediately took off, taking them to their destination.

Tags : @techs-stitches @verybadatwriting @l-lend @starrylothcat (if you wanna be added feel free to ask !)

[littlecherryhuanlin]

Ghost of You- Nakamoto Yuta

You may like: Love At Dawn with NCT Jaemin

Disclaimer: This story revolves around death (Yuta is a Ghost), so if you don't feel comfortable reading this type of content or believe that some trigger can be activated please don't read.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Mainly fluff, but also contains the use of bad words, morbid themes, explicit angst, bullying, arguments, death of the main character and mentions of a car accident, not recommended for minors.

The crowd of people pushing each other as they walked excitedly through the park, only served to confirm what YN already expected: The Neo House was famous, not that YN has never participated in any of the group's “events” before, far from it; after almost 3 long years of friendship with Haechan, the young woman was even considered an honorary member of the fraternity (according to Jungwoo, who stated the fact after YN rejected Jaehyun for the tenth time during the first year), however, the amount of people in the place was too much even for the Neos, which only pointed out how wrong she was in recommending that the fraternity do something else for the annual event that year, but after all what fault was she in thinking that no one would give in an entire park for a bunch of college kids? Food stalls stretched for meters, fraternity members were spread out working, the whole place was active, packed with hundreds of excited people and even a discount system had been organized for the entire park from the rides to the official stores.

YN couldn't help but let out a sigh as she unsuccessfully searched for an acquaintance; since NingNing had abandoned her as soon as they arrived at the park she had already gotten lost three times while trying to find the agreed meeting point, sending a brief message to Haechan asking him to meet her in front of the red shooting tent, she put her cell phone away and turned to face the large plushies displayed as possible prizes when she heard a voice whisper beside her:

- You lost? - A tall red-haired guy wearing a black jacket was staring at her with a smile on his face waiting for an answer from her which never came- The game, you couldn't win?

- Hmm? – realizing just at the moment that she was staring at him she turned back to the plushies to hide the shade of red painted on her cheeks, he was gorgeous, ethereal if she was honest with her words- oh no, I kind of lost myself and I'm waiting for a friend to pick me up.

- Oh, I understand, so I'll try my luck then - a few minutes passed while the boy kept himself busy in the game and she kept herself busy checking him out and her phone for any answer from her friend - Ok, it seems that your friend ditched u - seeing that the guy had given up on the game and was now staring at her YN nodded in confirmation, making a mental note to kill Haechan the next day- You could come with me- at the sound of the boy's voice she looked up in confusion- Well, it turns out that my friends ditched me too and I don't know about you, but I didn't come here for nothing and since we are both alone now why don't we keep each other company tonight?

- I don't know...- YN looked around to make sure none of her friends were in sight looking for her then she analyzed her options: stand there being judged by everyone passing by, go home and lose all time she'd spent getting dressed and going to the venue or have fun with the handsome stranger— Alright, let's go.

Three hours later as she walked by the boy's side she was sure that was the best choice she had ever made, they went on so many different rides, ate so much and laughed so hard the whole night, she wasn't even sure if she had grabbed his hand on the haunted house or the hurricane, but she definitely wasn't complaining, nor was he, looking extremely comfortable as he dragged her to one of the secluded benches. Shortly as they were seated, he released her hand, and despite wanting to protest she busied herself with feasting on the sweet they'd just acquired, until he came closer, his feline eyes locked on hers, making she anxious, to her, an eternity had passed before he leaned in, soft cherry-flavored lips touching hers, his free hand moving to cup her face, hers pulling at his shirt trying to hold him closer. As they parted he was smiling at her, she almost pulled him back mesmerized by him, low voice bringing her back to reality.

- I've been wanting to do this all night... -she smiled averting her face embarrassed, it was obvious that she wanted the same - did you have fun? - he let out a light laugh seeing the girl shake her head quickly in affirmation while saying that she had never had so much fun in an amusement park before, he took her hand again intertwining their fingers as she leaned on him looking at the stars a comfortable silence settling in- It's late, maybe I can take you home?

YN was close to asking him to do so when her cell phone rang, Haechan's name glowing red on the screen, sending him a silent apology the young woman answered the phone to hear Haechan scream while asking where the hell she was and demand her not to move as he was going to find her.

- Well I guess you'll have to go home alone - she explained after ending the call - my friend is coming to find me right now.

- So - he pulled her away placing a kiss on her forehead - I think it's time for us to part ways princess - he kissed her again, this time a needy kiss completely different from the previous one, full of desire and in a way hungry -  I'll never forget about tonight, my dear.

YN was about to answer him when a distant voice made her turn around, seeing Haechan at far she stood up and called him back, turning to find nothing but anything around, he was gone, not even giving her the chance to ask for his phone number.

- Where did your new friend go?

- I don't know what you were talking about!

- Your body disagrees, you're blushing like crazy.

- I'm tired Haechan, let's go home, pls...

When YN met with the others on Wednesday to help tally the results of the event - fundraising, profits, tickets, and more - everyone was excited and the girl was assigned to sort food along with other "fraternity" girls.

- Did you go home on Saturday YN? - Johnny's girlfriend questioned while helping the girl move some milk cartons.

- Me?

- Uhun, I remember seeing everyone but you.

- Oh no, I was- she stopped to contemplate not sure what she should say, choosing to avoid further questions, she decided to approach the red-haired guy as a friend - with a friend.

- Haechan? - it was Jeno's sister's turn to join the conversation.

- Haechan stayed with the boys all night - said Renjun's girlfriend - as well as YangYang and Jeno.

- What matters - Kun's girlfriend approached, rubbing the girl's shoulders - is if YN had fun.

- It was really fun actually, we did a lot of things that I honestly don't think Haechan would let me do if I was with him.

-Looks like you really enjoyed yourself- Renjun's girlfriend joked when she noticed YN was blushing- so are you going to tell us who your new boyfriend is?

-He's not my boyfriend- YN replied a little louder than she should have, catching the attention of Taeil who was on a phone call, apologizing briefly while reinforcing to the girls that she had absolutely no boyfriend- He was just a friend, I already told you.

- Then tell us which of your friends was with you - the girl continued pressing - why all this secrecy?

- It was just someone I met there - the girl finally let it out noting how a little argument had started between her friends' girlfriends over her - a guy I met after Ningning abandoned me.

- YN you were walking around with a stranger ??- Johnny's girlfriend rejoined the conversation having clearly heard the last part- that's dangerous.

- He didn't look dangerous at all - the whole group was looking at her intently now - he was funny and handsome, very handsome in fact.

- Our YN has a crush - joked Jeno's sister- and what's his name?

- I don't have a crush and I don't know- fuck ,YN wanted to get into a hole, of course, she had to forget to ask his name- I didn't ask...

- You spent all night long with someone and didn't ask their name? -One of the girls asked.

-Oh come on YN, why are you hiding his name? - Renjun's girlfriend asked in an accusing tone - none of us will steal it from you, you know.

Johnny's girlfriend intervened in the joke after seeing YN clearly fidgeting uncomfortably, asking everyone to speed up the work and little by little all of them went back to their tasks, all except Renjun's girlfriend who kept asking questions about the boy. When they all sat down a few hours later to rest that's when YN lost his temper.

- Can you please shut up - the girl said irritated having completely lost her cool under the girl's insinuations - I already told you everything and you keep acting like a dick.

- How the fuck?- the girl barked louder approaching making YN stand up, the others still stunned by the girl's outburst just watched the younger one now with an accusing finger close to YN's face- Listen here, you Lying little bitch, it's not our fault you don't have enough friends to hang out with and need to invent a fake boyfriend to make yourself feel good- the room was now quite crowded with some of the boys who had come to see what the commotion was all about, Jeno's sister pulling the angry girl back while Kun's girlfriend led YN to another room - I'm just curious - she could hear the girl talking loudly - I mean none of us saw her all night and now she says she was with someone that she doesn't even know the name? She's obviously lying.

- I'm not a liar - YN vented in a low tone to the girl who accompanied her - everyone left me alone there and I was just glad to have someone with me that I didn't care about his name.

YN hurriedly ran away with tears in her eyes ignoring Haechan and the others calling out to her as she ran away from the house as fast as she could.

Over two weeks passed with YN completely ignoring any frat people and their relatives, even skipping some classes and keeping her phone off to avoid them. In the meantime the girl had been concentrating on trying to find out who the boy she had been with that night was, she had looked everywhere on social media, on forums and college groups, new and old and nothing. YN had also asked to several students if they knew any guy matching his description, in the end no sign that he was real other than her memories of that night, she was starting to believe that her mind had made it all up when she was cornered by Johnny, Haechan and Taeyong in her apartment on a Friday.

-We just want to talk to you... -Taeyong said while the girl tried to close the door in their faces- YN, please, we're worried!

- I don't need you to feel that way.

- Don't be an asshole YN - Johnny said entering the house followed by the others - You don't answer our calls, don't show up for classes, didn't look for or contact any of us for two weeks!

- We're your friends you brat - Haechan said intervening in the conversation - if that's because of what that weirdo said.

- I wasn't lying and I don't need my friends to accuse me of it either - protested YN interrupting.

-I know you didn't lie I saw you guys together- Haechan said as if it was obvious as he sat on the couch next to Taeyong who gestured for her to do the same- Danm YN, I even teased you about it that night.

-Here- Taeyong handed her a yearbook- we found out you were looking for him while you know we were looking for you- Taeyong opened the book and pointed to a boy apparently Japanese with dark hair, at that moment Johnny put a glass of water in front of her on the coffee table as he sits next to the others - Nakamoto Yuta- the girl gave him a questioning look as she took the book from his hands and took a closer look at the boy's face- Johnny remembered seeing someone similar to the description Haechan gave us in one of the yearbooks while working in the library last year.

- I wasn't sure where exactly it was so it took us a while to find it - said the eldest while eating a snack that she was sure she had hidden earlier.

- What? I looked for him everywhere in the media, in college, and nothing- now analyzing the other pages of the yearbook, YN found herself confused by the dating on the cover- class of 98?- she watched as the boys exchanged strange looks between themselves- I think you guys made a mistake, there's no way this is possible- she decreed- this guy should be on his 40 or something, and I'm telling you I definitely wasn't with an old man that night.

-Look again YN- Haechan leaned over opening the book to the previous page while looking for something on his phone- imagine his hair on a dark red and boom - he almost hit her excitedly pointing a finger at the screen - are you really gonna tell me that this isn't him?

She took the device from his hands, lost between her friend's cell phone and the old photo from the yearbook, she certainly noticed the strange similarities between the boy from the park and the guy from the old pages, she sure did it, but the edited photo on Haechan’s phone who showed off a red-haired Yuta took her to a whole new level of conformation and even though the girl wasn't talking to any of them as she muttered meaningless questions trying to prove to herself that none of that was possible, Taeyong answered her.

-We have a theory - he said gently as he gestured to Johnny who held out his phone to her - please don't make a scandal.

Why would I- YN stood there frozen as a newspaper page dated November 2000 flashed on the screen, "Drunken driver crashes into a college group: Yonsei basketball prodigy among fatalities" despite the shocking headline what left YN terrified was the photo attached to it; Yuta along with a few other students smiling broadly, stunned she looked to her friends for an explanation- Ten did this? -the three of them quickly shook their heads in denial- so who dit it?

- It's a genuine story YN- Taeyong moved to sit next to her- the library lady said she remembered the accident and that we can probably find the original newspaper there, you can check it for yourself if you don't believe it.

-What does this mean? - tears welled up in the girl's eyes as she looked at the older one next to her, Johnny joining them handing her the glass of water while Haechan just stared at the window - did I dream about it or what?

- Or you had a date with a ghost - Haechan faced her friend - had a date with a hot ghost on the day of the dead.

- You're not helping.- the youngest shrugged his shoulders while Johnny took the lead to explain the boy's words- you know it was November 2nd, the day of the dead.

- You see - it was Taeyong who was speaking now having noticed the confusion on the younger's face - this guy is definitely on another plane and in some cultures the day of the dead is the day they can roam freely across the land.

- You went crazy- the girl got up moving away from the boys- A ghost? I was very close to him you know, he was very real, there has to be some kind of misunderstanding here.

- Oh I know, I saw how close you were when he was sticking his tongue down your throat, which just means- Haechan said approaching the girl with a mocking tone- that a ghost almost fucked you cutie.

As soon as the forbidden topic - as Haechan named the girl's date with a ghost (which he'd rather dismiss as funny than admit that he'd been totally freaked out when he found the accident article) - it was closed after lengthy jokes and theories from the boys, the night was filled with delicious snacks and complaints about how she'd tossed them aside because of Renjun's stupid girlfriend. YN felt relieved to have her friends back, however, a couple of hours later the girl found herself sitting on the bed staring at the heavy rain hitting the window while thinking about what had happened.

In fact, a little after the boys left she went into detective mode, and now with a name she had scoured dozens of websites looking for information about the guy, info that she had found and that led her to believe in the theory brought by her friends, which she would definitely never admit to them, despite her exhaustion YN didn't think that she could sleep that night, in fact, she didn't think she would be able to sleep well for a while now.

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[pinkcherryblossomangel]

Away from home

Y/N is an actress, filming for her first lead role in the film adaptation of her favourite childhood book, produced by maximum effort.

She bonds with Ryan Reynolds over their share Love of the Korean pop band Stray Kids, and he has a surprise for her.

When she starts missing home and the darkness creeps upon her, her hotel neighbour comes to her rescue.

Trigger warnings- mentions of depression, self harm and anxiety

Stray kids fan fic

Mainly staring 3racha

Includes Hannah Bahng

But the other boys do make appearances it's just easy to keep to minimum of characters lol

Chan x oc

This is my first ever fan fiction so if it's shit soz.

Chapter 1 - I'm late!

I'm almost an hour late. Luckily they can't really be angry at me since it was their driver that was tardy and got stuck in traffic. Added on top of that I'm glad today we're not filming anything. Well, I'm not filming anything.

Today we're rehearsing for the upcoming weeks shoot. A whole week of choreography and sweating. Sounds horrid, but I really can't wait!! The dances we've been learning are so fun, it feels unfair I'm getting paid to be here.

I drop my bag off in my trailer and head to the AD to get a cheeky hint of what's for lunch today. Hopefully it's sushi again! I find her doing what's she's usually up to at this time. Hearding extras to the greenroom (well tent). Whilst we're rehearsing in the schools hall they're shooting in the classrooms and hallways.

" morning!"

"You're late"

" nice to see you too," I reply. "Unfortunately acting is my only talent, I have yet unlocked being able to stop traffic. Or start traffic? I don't know. Anyway, has it been too much of a disruption?"

" no we're running behind schedule anyway." She looks at me suspiciously. "Here to ask for lunch?"

" who do you take me.... yes." I say with a chuckle. We've only known each other for 4 weeks but she feels like an older sister.

"Well I'm not entirely sure today. Ryan and Blake are here today, cause they are showing around some people interested in being involved in the film."

"They're here!?!"

Not only am I staring as the lead character in the film adaptation of my favourite book, its being produced by my favourite Hollywood power couple, Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds. Maximum effort wanted to be behind a film that promotes a positive message towards teens and chose this film. I've only met them a few times face to face during preproduction, but they both seem lovely. Me and Ryan bonded over our love of the kpop group Stray kids, so much so that we added a few posters of the boys in my characters bedroom, as well as their skzoo's. In fact Wolfchan is sat on the bed. And Blake has helped me so much in being in the spotlight as a woman. She's so empowering. She reminds me of my mum. In the way that she checks in on me, to make sure im okay. One of the first things I told them was that I struggle with depression and anxiety, and ever since then everyday she texts me reminding me to look after myself. It's so sweet to have a work mum, whilst my real mums half a planet away.

I grab an apple from the snack table by the green tent, and make my way into the sports hall. I'm greeted by florescent lights and blaring music. You'd think we were at some weird sort of nightclub, but they're just testing the equipment. Also seeing how much we sweat under these lights to plan for make up.

The cheer squad actresses are all dressed in their costumes. They look so good!

"Here she is!" Jenna says as I walk towards everyone.

" sorry guys, Keith was late and then we got stuck in a traffic jam. It's been a hectic morning!" I say throwing my apple core into a nearby bin. I miss. Of course. I walk to pick it up as tash comes running over to me.

"Did you hear!?" She asks, almost vibrating from excitement.

"About...?"

" Ryan and Blake are here!!?"

"Oh yeah! Sara told me! Weird they didn't tell us."

"I was told its cause the people they're bringing around are meant to be a surprise." Interupts jenna.

"Wonder who it is then, if its so cloak and dagger" I reply.

" Maybe Hugh Jackman?!" Tash blurts out.

"Could be, perhaps it's that band you and Ryan like, Y/N? That'd be funny, you having to explain why there's poster of them in tabbys bedroom." She chuckles as she walks away.

It won't be them. They were in Australia on tour last time I checked. They can't fly to LA that quickly Could they?. I shake that excitement out of my body. It won't be them. It can't be. Could it? Jennas right though, it would be embarrassing to meet them and explain how I added in my character tabby being a fan of stray kids because I wouldn't stop talking about them. We almost used thunderous as one of the dances we're rehearsing today, but the director had different ideas.

Olivia walks through the double doored entrance and enters the space with a saunter only she can pull off without seeming arrogant. Unusual for directors.

"Morning everyone" she exclaimes, obviously in a good mood. "Jonathan is gonna be taking lead today with you guys, I just popped in to say hey. So hey" and with that she's back out the door. She's  woman of few words.

"Cheer squad you're going first."

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2 hours later and it's our first break. I'm sweating my tits of dancing under these lights.

I walk down the corridor from the hall to a water fountain, and there they are. Ryan, Blake and 3 out of 8 stray kids. 3racha. What the fuck are they doing here?!?! And why the fuck is it the first time they see me I'm red and sweaty, and great I just spilled my drink down my shirt.

[look-at-the-soul]

Hi! It's gossip girl! I hope you've been well!❤️❤️ And thank you for the encouragement in grades🥰 Also oohhh I can't wait for the next part of The Runway! I still don't know to much about Lenny I haven't gotten to seeing the movie yet but I like what I've read about him in stories like yours and the gifs I've seen (🤭 he's very pretty obviously🤭...)

And yes the airports was a very great inspiration at writing! I'm back in school now so I did have to slow down writing a bit though again! I still have a good number of ideas to work on though!:)

Oh and guess what! I did actually try posting some of my writing stuff again and it turned out pretty well! People seemed to like it! I still haven't getting to much back into the interacting with others but so much though😅 still working on that. I'm not always to sure what to say😅but I am trying, which is good! I think got encouragement helped a lot❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

And oh shoot! SA means like Sexual Assult and TW is like Trigger Warnings! I probably should have clarified that on the other post! I just happened to shorten them for some reason that time and idk why😅 I know that's how some people note them but others don't and like yeah! Sorry for any confusion! And yeah! You can totally post the other message with the idea! I know I was kinda vague and rambling about it so if you have any questions about it I'd be more than happy to answer! 

And Alfie is definitely one of the most unique characters on the show! I'm so glad he survived, I know it won't happen but I'd love to see a version of peaky blinders from Alfie's point of view, so we could see all the stuff he gets up to when not trying to mess with Tommy😂

Both Breakfest on Pluto and Virgin River sound interesting from how you'd describe them! I'll have to add them to my list!! Also I think The Sandman (the one with Morpheus) is on Netflix but there are plenty of clips online too! But I totally get what you mean about having a hard time getting hooked on other series! 😂 I feel like all the ones I've come close to liking are on a service I don't have or only have like one season😂🥲 plus Peaky Blinders is just brilliant 😂 

And I dont really know how to describe it but boba doesn't taste too much like anything sometimes. I know it's make of like molasses or tapioca and they some have like a brown sugar syrup flavoring . But they also have a popping kind which is like gushers that come in all sorts of flavors. In the end boba is like the closest thing I think we have to edible Orbeeze like those little water beads and I can't think of another way to describe it  😂😂

And I guess I will have it try AQP2 if your reccomend😂 though I make have to grab some friends to hide behind just in case. And that does seem odd what you pointed out about Anna. I think I'll have to finish watch the whole thing at some point to try to understand it better 😅 but idk?😂 and that's the great thing I think about having unanswered questions, it leave so much room for my own cannon when writing 🤭😂 

For the other books I've read it's been two series I'm trying to do. The first is one called The Strange Case of the Alchemist Daughter, which seems to be like a clump of classic stories mixed together (Sherlock Holmes, Frankenstein, Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde...) and I haven't really stared that one but it seems good! I like stories with the classics. And then the others are some of Agatha Cristi's Hercule Poirot Mysteries. I watched the Murder on The Orient Express and then Death on the Niles movies based on some of them and was hooked😂 

Ohhh doing nails is always fun!! I get what you mean about gel though! It last longer than regular polish but it can damage them when it comes off! I have this one color nail polish that I love though because it exactly matches this lip gloss I have (both are by revlon) and wearing them together just makes me feel so powerful😂😂 the matching nails and lips, I love it! 

And oohhh yeah inspiration!! And warm weather! Also seeing a concert with your friends sounds like it would be lots of fun!! I'll definitely cross my fingers❤️❤️❤️

And thank you for your words too❤️❤️I hope you have a great day/night/time zone😂😂 ❤️❤️xoxo GG!

Hello again dear GG!

How have you been? And school? ☺️

Part 2 is posted, I hope you enjoy it (if you happen to read it but no pressure tho..), Lenny is one of those characters I feel we could (should) have gotten more background like Robert Fischer… and I feel so sad because Lenny was such a rich character to me, but they had to ruin the movie 🙈😆 he deserved better!

Airports, cafés… I love the snippets of inspiration we can get from almost everywhere, by just looking at people, I love to sit around and stare at their mannerisms, their company… I hope you can find a good balance between writing and school, I find it so relaxing, it’s helped me a lot with stress.

Oh that’s a fantastic news!!!! 🤗🥰 I’m so happy for you! Isn’t it great? To be surprised ? Yeah I know what you mean, I think I suck sometimes at interacting because I don’t want to become noisy or such and in real life I’m so so shy ☺️ but I’m genuinely happy you are happy with the interaction and response you got! I hope you keep writing ❤️

No, it’s alright, I’m familiar with a couple of short versions but others are new, so thank you for clarifying that. Well I hope you continue to work on that one, I haven’t seen something like that around, so it’s always nice to find something new to read (that’s what I think, I write what I’m not finding somewhere, that idea that needs to be brought to the table), I think is original and well the difficult situation reader will go through will open endless opportunities for you :)

That’d have been such a ice pov to see on the show! Can you imagine? The king of Camden town, dealing with everything behind Tommy’s back, I’d pay to see that!

I found Breakfast on Pluto online in a local cinema, but it’s not available anymore, I’ve seen some people buy the dvd’s (I’d love to start collecting Cillian’s movies!) maybe I’ll get hooked by the Sandman, I mean PB is such a different series from Virgin River and Sweet Magnolias, so I will let you know later…

Oh now I get what kind of drink it’s, I think I tried tapioca once in high school but I guess I wasn’t a big fan because I never tried it again oops 🤭 or maybe I should be more open mind and not stick to flat white all the time huh? Hehe Idont know why, but I was think it might be like those iced drinks where they pour something blue into a huge glass of ice? No? Haha 😆

Oh yes definitely! I personally prefer Emmett because in general he was an important part of the film, vs inAnna they tried to focus in everything but nothing made sense (to me) in the end, like they get Anna involved with two agents from rival agencies and a model girlfriend… like what’s the point? Lenny deserved more credits than he got (I love Lenny he had a huge potential) it’s on Netflix well I found it there the other day, I started playing it and fast forward to Lenny’s parts hahaha to get inspiration for the story… (and I just had a deja vu of Lenny walking into my place with all his men like he did in the movie with the poor gf 😆😂 haha)

Oh wow that first book sounds so interesting! (I love Sherlock Holmes!!) but I never found myself getting hooked with the recent series they did with Benedict like I’m old school and I prefer Robert Downy Jr as Sherlock in the films… 🫠 I have an Agatha book, I’ve always found her books are kind of similar or is just my feeling? Oh! There are films based on Agathat’s book???? I surely have to watch it! I loved an author a while ago, Barbara Freethy she has so many great stories!

You are right about that, I love nails designs!!! I used to watch a tutorial to make them look like marble, pouring nail polish in water and it turned out pretty amazing! (I never did it tho), but yeah the gel benefit is how much it lasts and the finish, so I’m only leaving the gel for “special occasions “ like a wedding or a bridal shower 🤭 ohhh what color is it??? That sounds like the perfect combo!!!! There’s a local brand where you take an old lipstick they don’t make anymore and they fit the color from scratch! 💄 I did it once, I brought one a friend bought for her wedding and I loved it but years later Clinique didn’t make that color anymore so this brand replicated exactly the tone! And there’s a store in LA (I think) where you can bring a blush or eye shadow and even nail polish and they make the exactly same color for you, it’s so cool!

Oh I need you to cross your fingers again for me!! Adele is extending her residence at The Coliseum! I already registered but the presale is in April 5th 🤞🏻💕 and I LOVE Adele so so much, I love going to concerts specially with lovely people who love the same music… what’s the last concert you went to?

Thank you so much GG for sending in this lovely chat!! Hoping to talk (I was typing see 😅) you soon !!! Take care! xx ✨🥰💕

[deadrlngers]

people really say that us, as a society, don't have a problem with fatphobia and then some kind of influencer/singer will go on ig live and say "well at least cancer made me lose weight hehe". like what the fuck

[lokisprettygirl]

Hit me Baby, One more Time (Wrestler Loki x Female Reader)

Read chapter 35 here

Chapter 36

Summary : They say, when you see something from your own eyes, it's mostly true. Afterall you saw it happen right, but could your eyes fool you?

Trigger Warning : Mentions of rape, drug use, Mentions of past abuse.

(that's how wrestler loki looks when he's deep in sleep and it's adorable)

You were getting ready for the party Loki was throwing for you, to celebrate you and Mack making it to the top 10 of the dance competition. You'd be on tv. You still couldn't believe that you made it to the top 10, but he believed in you, he planned the party even before you got selected. He believes in you more than anybody else.

You were about to start doing your makeup when he came behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist and his lips latched straight to your neck "Mmm you should get ready too" you smiled and bit on your lips to stop the moan threatening to leave your mouth. Your eyes glanced over the dress he got for you to wear at the party. Giant spoiler.

"Can I do your face?" You blushed as you heard him "Mmm..We will get late for our own party but I won't mind that" your voice sounded so sultry so he raised his eyebrows and looked at you in the mirror then he chuckled, took him a second to figure out what you meant. 

"Ohh little kitten, I'm not asking to fuck your mouth, as much as I would love ruining your pretty face like that, I was hoping you'd let me do your makeup today" you blushed. But from embarrassment this time.

"Uhh ummm okay yeah sure" he kissed your cheeks then turned you around to kiss your lips

"Awn look at you, so flushed, so warm" he chuckled as he caressed your cheeks with his palm, that made you warmer. "It's okay darling, honest mistake" he told you and made you sit down on the dresser.

You were just in a bathrobe and all he wanted to do was get you all naked and fuck you senseless until you're begging him to stop, but he could wait, he wanted you to enjoy the party, you deserved to relax, you have been so stressed out lately and he wanted you to just let your hair down and dance without any worries. The last month passed by you two so quickly, but he only got more and more addicted to you. He loved waking up with his beautiful birdy, he loved coming home to his Precious girl. He loves loving you.

"You know how to do make-up?" You asked him and he smiled at you "Noo but I have seen them doing it when I'm up for a shoot or something" he mumbled so you nodded. It reminded you of that picture in his closet but before you could get too sad about it, he asked you if you had moisturized your face beforehand so you nodded in agreement.

"So the primer goes first right, wait don't answer that, I know I'm right" you giggled as you heard him. In the last month you have noticed little things about him, little things he would never say but his actions conveyed the message. 

Like when he wants you to eat a little something, instead of asking you he would just bring your favorite snacks and give them to you. Sometimes he doesn't even realize that he's doing it, or when he wants you to take a nap after tiring rehearsals, he would pick you up in his arms and tuck you in bed like a baby. If you're really lucky and he doesn't have to be at an event or out for something you get to sleep on him. Literally on him. Or when he knows you're stressing too much a night before your performance, he would just take you out to a club so you could dance it out with him. Little things that he never says to you but you have never felt so cared for before.

He would drop down to the studio and surprise you whenever you missed him too much, he also fucked you in the studio's changing room once, it was an amazing day to say the least. Sex atleast once a day was mandatory if not twice or more, but only when you felt upto it, and you always felt upto fucking him because who wouldn't want that? Whenever he was around you he'd find a way to touch you. Not always sexually. You scratched his scalp, he massaged your sore legs. He loved being able to touch your bare skin, it comforted him to know that he had you now. He felt safe, you felt safe.

 There are also things that aren't so dreamy about him in a shallow world, something you could have known only after living with him. Like how when he's deep in sleep, he sleeps with his mouth open and drools, or how he gets on the bed with his dirty shoes on sometimes, or how he'd leave the kitchen messy after cooking, not that all of those things made him any less sexy but it made him more human and less intimidating. However, his little imperfections made you want to love him even more. Everytime he'd go to New York you missed him like crazy, a day or two away from him once a week felt torturous. But hey facetime sex is hot. You had only done it twice but it has been one of the most erotic experiences you have had with him. Until now atleast.

"Okay I'm done with your foundation, the concealer comes next" you snapped out of your thoughts as you heard his voice, you looked in the mirror and the base he applied seemed perfectly blended "Damn you're good mister" he smiled at the praise and after applying concealer he did your eyes. He didn't go too crazy with the eyeshadows "Soft look for soft little birdy, you don't really need much you know" he mumbled as he blended the eyeshadows together, sometimes he'd utter the most adorable words so randomly. You were never not taken aback.

"Really?" You chuckled so he leaned down and kissed you softly "Do you doubt me my precious girl?" He asked you so you kissed the tip of his nose "Never" 

And you never would have doubted him, you would have trusted him blindly, because you knew that after everything he has been through himself and knowing how much Jack hurt you he would never end up doing the same thing with you right? Oh how you wished you were actually blind right now because then you wouldn't have to see him with his tongue down some other woman's throat. 

Just few minutes, You went away from him for a few minutes. Your mom called so you went upstairs to talk to her, but she couldn't stop talking. Half an hour later, when you came downstairs, you found him on the couch kissing the hot lady bartender he hired to serve the drinks, even though there were only like fifteen people at the party. You tried to console yourself, you noticed her flirty glances at him throughout the party, so maybe she came onto him, maybe he would pull away from her any second, maybe he'd push her off him. But he didn't. He continued to kiss her, he even cupped her cheeks like he often does yours, it felt like a punch to the gut.

Mack's eyes met yours and he was as shocked as you were with the sudden turn of events, everything seemed so perfect half an hour ago. He kissed you so passionately before you two got downstairs, he did your lipstick again, then kissed you again because he couldn't get enough of you. He whispered how proud he was, how much he adored you then What happened? How did your world turn upside down in the matter of a few moments all over again? 

You ran upstairs, you couldn't watch him anymore. Did he cheat on you behind your back all this time? Just like Jack did? Did he sleep with other women when he went to New York? The truth would break you down. You knew that. And you didn't want to know any more than that. He cheated and that was the reality of the situation. You finally woke up from the dream.

Mack was so pissed off at Loki so he walked over to him and pulled him off her "What the fuck is wrong with you man? Why would you humiliate her like this?" Mack asked him and Loki looked at him as if he was high on something. Then he turned his head and looked at her, the horror on his face visible as he realized what he had done. "Where is she? Mack?" He asked Mack as he teared up so he pointed upstairs, Loki tried to get up but he stumbled on his feet so Mack helped him up 

"Are you okay? What's wrong with you?" Mack asked him as he saw that Loki was breathing heavily, he seemed wobbly and he was slurring on his words "I'm..I ju..I need to find her ..I need to find birdy" he whispered and somehow he made his way upstairs to the bedroom you two shared. He knew something was horribly wrong with him, but he had to make sure you were okay first. 

"Y/n" he called out to you as it was dark in the room, he couldn't see anything, he already felt disoriented, he got inside the room and turned the lights on, then he walked over to the balcony and there you were, crying your heart out.

"Birdy??" You turned around as you heard his voice.

"Don't call me that, you asshole, how could you? ..you promised..you promised that you were mine only..that you'd never hurt me like he did..then how could you do that Loki?" You yelled and screamed at him, the sight of your broken state crushed his heart too, he felt as if someone had stabbed him right through the chest. He kissed another woman? How could he do that to you?

"I uhh I am .. please just listen" he walked over to you but he stumbled down again and that pissed you off even more "Are you seriously drunk right now?" He shook his head as he heard you and he looked up at you. Your eyes that often seemed full of love and care, seemed hollow. They seemed as if you hated him and why wouldn't you. He cheated on you right? He wasn't drunk, he had just one drink, how could he get drunk so fast? And then he realized what had happened. It all felt too familiar suddenly.

"Fuck you and every other man on this planet, I'm leaving" he was so scared and now you were leaving, he's making you Leave him "Nooo birdy.. please just wait" he tried to get up but he lost his balance so he sat down on his knees, he couldn't even get up anymore. You stopped in your tracks as you heard his broken voice, you truly hated him in the moment but you didn't want to leave him out there in that condition so you walked over to him 

"Let me get you in bed then I'm getting the heck out of here" he teared up more as he heard your voice devoid of any emotion. You brought your hand forward so he held your hand, but instead of getting up he pulled you down instead "I didn't cheat on you I promise birdy I would never do that" he sobbed a little as he cupped your cheeks "I would have believed you but I saw it with my own eyes, so don't even try to justify yourself loki, get up now" you mumbled but he grabbed your hand and then he placed his head down on your shoulder "I ... I couldn't think ..I couldn't see .. I thought she was you, I could only see you, I ..call a doctor please.. I love.." 

And then he fainted, he fainted in your arms. Everything felt as if you were in a scary fever dream after that, it all happened so quickly, you called heimdall and asked him to get a doctor and he came as soon as he could. You had no idea what to think at the moment, the doctor gave him an injection and told you that he was okay but it could have gotten worse if he wouldn't have arrived.

"What the hell happened?" You asked him so he sighed as he looked at you and heimdall "He overdosed on a drug it seems" your eyes widened at the revelation. He never did drugs, you knew him at least that much.

"Wait what? No he doesn't do drugs" you told him 

"Didn't say that, someone might have mixed it in his drink or something, an avid user won't take so much in one sitting, they know their limits" the doctor told you so you looked at heimdall. 

"Ohh god..The bartender" Heimdall ran downstairs to get her as soon as you said that. 

"Just take care of him, I took his blood sample, I'll inform once I get the tests done, but I'm pretty sure someone mixed huge amount of ketamine in his drink, one of the most common date rape drug, he may feel delirious when he gets up but he will be alright in a day or two" the doctor proceeded to leave but you stopped him.

 "Is he going to be okay, please tell me he's going to be okay" you asked him so he looked at you "He'll be fine but if he feels worse when he gets up, bring him to the hospital" 

After the doctor left you sat down next to him, and caressed his head softly. When you researched more about it, you realised that he was roofied, he was hallucinating when he kissed her, she tried to fuck him by using the drug. The thought made your skin crawl and suddenly you were filled with an immense feeling of regret and hurt. While he stumbled and begged for you to stay, you yelled at him, called him an asshole and threatened to leave. You judged him again after all this time, but what were you supposed to think when you caught him like that? 

You went downstairs and sent everyone home, and Heimdall told you that he couldn't find the bartender, she probably fled after the commotion but she was caught in the security cams so he'll look out for her.

"I know you're worried but he'll get up soon, he heals fast"

"I know and I'm grateful but why would someone want to hurt him like that?" You sobbed and he sighed in response

"Maybe she was a crazy fan or something, I'll figure it out soon" you nodded and locked the door when he left. 

When you came back to the bedroom he was shifting in his unconscious state so you walked over to him and he opened his eyes soon after. The doctor said it might take a few hours but he was up after two hours only and you couldn't have been happier to see him conscious.

"Loki?" You called out to him as you sat down on the edge of the bed. He sat up instantly and pulled you in a tight embrace. His one arm wrapped around your waist while the other one held the back of your head "I was afraid you'd leave" he mumbled and you couldn't stop your tears from falling freely. You were not crying anymore but your tears kept coming. You almost left him out there in that condition, while he was scared and delirious, heck he could have died. He could have died because you jumped to conclusions like always. 

When he pulled away he wiped your tears "I didn't cheat on you, it all happened too fast, I called out your name and she came to me, and I .." you cut him off as he talked so fast as he tried to justify but you didn't need him to, he shouldn't have to justify, he was the victim here. 

"I know baby I know I know baby I'm so sorry I'm sorry sweet baby" you sobbed in his arms and it made him tear up as well, so he cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly. 

"I would never hurt you like that birdy I promised you didn't I? I could never do what Odin did or what Jackass did, I'm yours and I don't need anyone else, only you, just believe me please" He mumbled hurriedly so you kissed his forehead "I know I should have trusted you, I should have gone to you when I saw you kissing her but it hurt so bad, seeing you like that with someone else" you wrapped your arms around his neck as you spoke. Your sobs hurt him to the core. This was supposed to be a good day for you.. 

"I know, It's not your fault little thing, I  should have been stronger than that" 

He felt pathetic, how was he not able to differentiate between you and her? How did he not recognise his birdy? How did he miss the sweet taste of your lips and tongue? How did he hallucinate and think he was kissing you? How could he still be so weak after all these years, how could he still be so fragile that a drug knocked him out so badly?

"Don't you say that..you were roofied, she mixed a rape drug in your drink, very high dosage, I'm ..you're up and talking so soon, it's nothing short of a miracle" you mumbled as you sobbed so he looked at you 

"I know I was drugged, but I should have known that at the time, I should have noticed the effects" you shook your head as he blamed himself. Why would he blame himself for something so out of his control?

"You couldn't have known, baby, you're not a god, okay?" You made him look at you and tears dripped down his cheeks as he couldn't hold them anymore but then he wiped his tears, and his whole demeanor changed in seconds and you knew he was shutting himself down again. You recognised that look.

"I should have known birdy, not the first time I got drugged like that, I should have come find you" 

"What do you mean loki?" You looked at him shocked so he sighed as he pulled away from you.

"I was drugged and raped once ..it's not really a big deal" 

He said it so nonchalantly as he leaned backwards on the headboard. Another skeleton came out of his closet and the whole truth hurt you more than anything else could have.

You knew The truth would break you down right? Well it did.

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

; i'm coming home

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bucky and you met six years ago in romania, but he disappeared. now, he's back.

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Six years had passed since the last time he was with you, before disappearing overnight. He didn't give you any explanation, he didn't even leave a note. He needed to protect you, but he also knew how stubborn you were and that you wouldn't let him take that decision for both. So Bucky simply left, breaking your heart in one thousand pieces. You wanted to understand his reasons, but you couldn't. He promised you eternal love, a life together, moving out of New York —maybe to a remote place where anyone could recognize him and have peaceful days, without having to be worried about someone coming after him. About someone trying to hurt you.

Since the very first moment you met in Romania, Bucky fell in love with you. Sometimes you still remembered how he started talking to you in Romanian, guessing you were from there until you laughed and replied in English. The next few weeks were like a daydream. Walks, romantic dates, nights of stargazing. Then, you came back to New York and kept in touch by letters, as in the forties or fifties. Until one day. Your friends invited you to a museum and what you discovered there was unbelievable. James, your James, was Captain America's best friend. And he was supposed to be dead.

You wrote to him. You told him you knew it. You told him you didn't care, that you could figure out how to escape from that situation. Together. But he never sent you a letter back. You weren't able to forget him after all that time, still sleeping every night with his red shirt, stupidly fantasizing about the idea of Bucky coming back to you. And your hopes increased when you watched him on TV. The Avengers found him and, even if you tried to contact them somehow to defend your James, you never got it. Nobody believed you, not even when you showed them the letters, not the only picture you conservated of both of you in Bucharest. You prayed to God to help him. You begged God to the world seeing him as you did.

But when Bucky was released on parole, he never tried to look for you. He did know you lived in New York and, with his resources, he'd have known in less than five minutes. One year had passed, and you ended up losing the most minimal hope wrapping your heart. All those things he told you once, were just lies. Lies to inventing a parallel life until you left Romania. Only replying to your letters to have something to lean on for his own good. That's what he demonstrated to you.

bucky's pov

Like every night since he earned part of his freedom, Bucky stared at the windows of your apartment, from the opposite sidewalk hidden behind a tree. Like a ghost. Like he was trained to see but not be seeing. Every night, he wanted to cross the road, call to your door, kiss you, hug you, feel your touch and your love —hold you, and never let you go again. But he knew it was risky, he knew he had to wait for the right time. And it came. Tonight it came. His year of therapy had ended and he was free. Bucky was free to come back home.

He had been watching you since it started, making sure you were safe and sound. He also was aware that you never rebuilt your life with another man, that you tried to find him. That you slept every night with his shirt. Bucky was also aware of all the times you cried for him, that you always walked the same way from your job to your apartment expecting to meet him in some street close to it. He knew you better than you knew yourself.

Taking a deep, deep breath, keeping his hands inside the pockets of his coat, the soldier put a step on the road. The first step to happiness. And then, no one could stop him. He continued to the front door of the building, not needing more than a push to open it. Third floor, fifth door at the right of the corridor. Bucky licked his bottom lip nervously, swallowing as he took a master key from one of his pockets and a small metallic stick to force the lock of your house. He needed to be fast and stealthy, ringing the bell wasn't an option for very obvious reasons. Breaking into the apartment, he closed the door quietly behind his back.

The lights were all turned off a couple of hours ago when you went to sleep, after sitting on the window of your living room waiting for someone who wasn't going to show up, as every night for the last six years. The whole place smelled sweet like you used to. Bucky never forgot your scent, using it as the encouragement he needed to continue fighting for his freedom, for a life together. Now, his heart was racing so quickly that the whole city could hear his beats.

Slowly, he toured the entrance, the living room, the hallway straight to your dorm. The door was half-closed. Not a single noise coming from the inside. Bucky walked towards it, pushing it in slow motion, trying to not wake you up. And if he knew before that could be that easy to watch you sleep —for creepy that it sounded— he would have watched you every night since he landed in New York.

Bucky wasn't sure about what to do. If he should wake you up, if he should let you sleep and come the next day after you finished your work. When he wanted to realize, he was running the nail of his index finger on your soft cheek. Your skin was still warm, which meant you fell asleep crying again. And that broke his heart, his soul. Being conscious of all the pain and the suffering he made you being through all that time was killing him from inside. And he wished he could have handled your relationship in another way. But there wasn't another way without you being collateral damage of his past.

Bucky was about to leave when he suddenly felt a hit to his collarbone, stumbling to the bed. He didn't have time to react when your right leg was beneath his cold arm and pinning down his neck, as your left leg was laced around it. Your hand gripping his wrist, immobilizing him, pointing at him with a loaded gun between your free fingers. Your breathing became erratic, your pulse was beating faster than ever, but you were ready to shoot if the occasion required it.

In the middle of the gloom you glimpsed at those deep oceanic blue eyes you had been craving to look at for years. The same eyes on the picture on your nightstand. It has to be another dream. Another nightmare where Bucky came to tell you that everything was going to be okay. But his touch felt so real that it hurt like a million flames burning down your body to ashes. You were paralyzed. Your brain collapsed. In a very slow motion, James —your James— raised his right hand from the mattress to above his chest, bringing it to the gun aimed at his head. You couldn't stop him. You tried with all your strength. But the commands sent by your neurons never reached the finger supported against the trigger.

His flesh digits made their way to your trembling hand, as the tears started to sprout out from your eyes. Bucky took the weapon, not needing to ask you to release it, to put it away from the two of you.

“It's okay, draga mea, it's me…” He whispered with such an angelical and melodic voice, over your dolorous sobs. “May I, uh… get my arm back?”

Bit by bit, you obeyed as if it was some kind of polite order, loosening the grip around his arm and over his neck. Stepping back till your body collided with the headboard, you curled up your knees to your furious chest rising and falling, hiding your face between the gap of both. Your cry became louder, agonic, painful, ripping your throat.

“No— Not again… Not again, please… I c— can't”. You implored sorely.

Bucky didn't need to be a genius to understand you firmly believed it was just part of another of your dreams. Another of your nightmares. He sat upon your bed, coming closer to you and landing his cold metallic hand on the back of your head, urging you to raise it. You did. You did raise your burning face because of the tears falling, running down your cheeks. Your blurry gaze focused on his pale blue eyes, begging you silently to forgive him.

“I'm here… I'm back”. Bucky murmured, gently touring your skin until reaching a side of your neck, caressing your throat by using his thumb. “This is not a dream, draga mea. This is real”.

His intentions weren't to scare you, speaking to you with such a honeyed tone of voice as he shortened the distance between his body and your legs yet curled. You pouted unconsciously, watching him leaning above your legs to press his lips on the bridge of your nose. Slowly, fondly. Wanting to transmit to you that the flame of his love for you never went out. Resting his forehead against yours, your right hand flew straight to the back of his neck. You had never needed more than you needed him at that precise instant, trying to believe that that wasn't a trick of your subconscious.

“'M so, so sorry… I had to protect you… I had to protect you”. Bucky explained while closing his eyes, lacing his free fingers with yours. “But, uh… I know you still drink black coffee with mocha and a stick of cinnamon every Thursday. I know you… rent a book from the library and sit on the stairs in your free evenings… I know you sleep with this same shirt every night”.

Discovering he had been watching you all this time provoked your lips to shiver, as your cry became lower and your breathing was calmer. He guarded your days, in the shadows, till the right moment. And it came. Tonight was the right moment.

“I'm free. I'm not an enemy anymore… I'm not a target”. Bucky couldn't help but chuckle to hold back his own tears. “I'm so sorry”.

“Will you…? Will you stay now? With me?” At first, you doubted asking, being afraid of his response for a second.

“No one will ever set us apart again. No one”. He promised you, his heart speaking, telling the absolute truth. “Everything I told you in Bucharest; everything was true. And I… I want it”.

Bucky leaned forward enough inches to make disappear the less distance between both of you, pressing his lips in yours, tenderly caressing your jawline with his thumb as his tears met yours in the corner of your lips. Neither of you could believe that you were reunited after all these years, after all the pain, the loneliness. And like James, your James, said so: no one would ever set you apart again.

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[becca-e-barnes]

hi lovely, I wanted to make a request about a sensitive topic, so it's ok if you decide not to.

But if you decide to do it, Zemo x Reader where she has been sexually abused and he comforts her, because I just need him to tell me that it was not my fault.

I sometimes remember the moment it happened and it makes me really sad and guilty. I'm really sorry if this request triggers you. Thank you in advance🖤

Honey omg, can I start off by saying whatever happened was absolutely not your fault. I woke up at 5am and saw this request and I just couldn’t get back to sleep until I had started writing it. I was in a similar situation a few years ago so this is really based off my experience and how I found I dealt with it. While it still upsets me sometimes I’ve found I don’t think about it as often as I used to so it does get better, I promise. I actually found this quite cathartic to write since it’s something I don’t talk about much. If you ever want a little chat, please don’t be scared to shoot me a message! Hope you’re doing okay 💗

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x GN! Reader

(Again, the fact this is gender neutral was a happy accident but I wanted it to be applicable to anyone that might find some comfort in it)

Word count: 1.5 k

Summary: You have a bad night and Zemo comforts you (list of international resources at the end.)

Warnings: TW: Sexual Assault mention, please don’t read this if those themes will upset you. There are no graphic descriptions, this is more just the reader dealing with the aftermath. Hurt/ comfort, quite dark, angst, Zemo does his best but everyone heals differently, fluff.

You weren’t quite sure how it had happened but it had become one of those nights where reality had become a little too heavy to handle. You had went to bed feeling fine but woke in the early hours, head swimming with the recollection of everything that had happened. All of a sudden, sleep was the last thing on your mind, your body jarred awake by the painful memories and the sickly feeling that always accompanied them. Rather than spend the night tossing and turning in bed beside your boyfriend, you got up, hauling your sleep deprived frame from the warmth of your bed, heading to the little snug at the end of the hall. Grounding yourself wasn’t easy when you felt like this, but you had to take the time to notice the little things or risk losing yourself in the past altogether. You let yourself notice the little breeze that came in through the window down your hall, the smooth feeling of the wooden bannister under your fingertips and the cold that travelled up your bare legs as your feet padded softly across the wooden floor. Your pyjama shorts tickled the tops of your thighs as you walked the short distance before you gently pushed the heavy wooden door, admiring how it manoeuvred silently under your touch, despite it’s weight. None of these things were particularly special, often lost in the monotony of day to day life but during these early mornings where the past felt all too real, they were little blessings, reminders of the present.

Closing the door behind you quietly, you made your way over to the little cushioned window ledge. It had been extended so it was easily large enough to sit on, giving you a vantage point to look out the topmost window of the house, completely unobstructed. You settled into the familiar spot, legs crossed in front of you. From here you could see everything that went on in the grounds of Helmut’s massive estate. You could see the little stream running down beside your house, often your favourite point of focus as it was ever changing and therefore, distracting. Huge birds swooped and dived at the lake, hoping to procure some breakfast for themselves and their young, some flying off triumphantly with a tasty fish while others left with nothing, frustrated by the difficulties of hunting. Apart from the running water and their squawks, there were no other sounds to disturb the early morning air.

The birds were an adequate distraction for around an hour before you began to lose interest, feeling your mind wander once more in a direction you didn’t want it to take. That pang of guilt hit you deep in the chest as you began to feel like your body was tainted in some way. Horrible memories flooded your head, memories of roaming hands and that feeling of being painfully helpless, your chest feeling like it might collapse under the weight of those memories. You had no more tears left to cry when you thought about what had happened, while it still hurt as intensely as it did, the memories weren’t often accompanied by tears anymore, rather a guilty ache in your chest that threatened to consume you and you honestly weren’t sure which was worse. A good cry used to get it all out, give you the opportunity to start fresh and you often felt all the better for it when you were done but the ache was harder to manage. You hated how this was now something you had to live with, knowing that someone else’s actions had such a huge reign over your life.

You were so lost in thought, you hadn’t even noticed Helmut slipping in behind you until you heard the faint click of the heavy wooden door.

“Bad night my love?” He asked softly, his voice barely disturbing the calm, his accent noticeably thicker after he had just woken up. He was still in a little thin pair of cotton pyjamas, hair messy and tousled from sleep. You could only nod in response, noticing how his lips pressed together so he didn’t voice his anger about the person that had done this to you. He didn’t want the focus of this to be on them and their selfish actions, that wasn’t helpful but it didn’t stop his blood boiling in his veins. Dealing with this was often as hard for him as it was for you, seeing the only person he loved so dearly feel the way you did, knowing you were hurting and he wasn’t able to take the pain away sometimes brought him to a very dark place.

“May I touch you?” He whispered quietly, knowing that sometimes having that contact could be worse for you.

“Please.” You nodded simply, feeling his body slot in behind yours. His legs bracketed yours, arms wrapped around your waist and his head buried in the crook of your neck as you both went back to watching the birds silently. His heart beating in his chest was comforting against you, the rise and fall of his breathing giving you something else to focus on.

“This is not your cross to bear alone, my dove.” He whispered, thumbs rubbing at the exposed skin of your waist where your pyjama top had ridden up slightly.

“I know I just… Didn’t want to wake you.” You replied, equally softly.

“How many times must I tell you sweetheart, I want you to wake me. Let me be there for you.” He pleaded, pressing little kisses to your shoulders, hoping to rid your arms of the goosebumps that had begun to form. He was not mad, not at you anyway, understanding that sometimes you just needed the time alone to come to terms with things but if you needed him, he wanted to be there. There was a heavy pause that hung in the air after that, both of you slightly weighed down by the gravity of the emotions this can inflict on you as a couple.

“Can I talk about it?” You asked softly. It wasn’t something you did very often, preferring not to burden Helmut too much with the details. He had heard it all before so nothing would surprise him but you were still conscious that it hurt him to hear what had happened.

“Of course.” He answered, gentle chaste kisses to your shoulders reminding you that this was entirely on your terms. He did not press you to talk further when you had said enough, he also didn’t let his own pain at the situation take away from yours, knowing if you needed to talk about it, he had to be there to listen. You took a deep breath, taking one of his hands in yours, clasping them together.

“I just feel… Tainted? I feel guilty. Feel like I could’ve done more to stop it.” You knew you couldn’t have done more but there was always a nagging sense of ‘what if’. Helmut nodded from behind you, giving your hand a little squeeze, waiting to see if you wanted to continue. “Feel like it’s my fault. And now I have to deal with it. But you don’t have to.” You explained quietly, ache in your chest growing to sharp pain.

“You are not tainted my love. Nor was it your fault. You could not have done more to prevent it and even if you could, that is not the point. You shouldn’t have had to do more. One ‘no’ should have been enough.” It killed him to know you thought like this about yourself. He didn’t see you like that at all. Your body wasn’t tainted from what had happened, it didn’t make him want you less. It made him admire your strength and courage, seeing how you got up every morning and took care of the body you blamed. “Your blame is misplaced my love. The blame is not yours to carry. You have done no wrong.” His words made warmth flourish in your chest, hearing him listen to you and truly understand meant more to you than he would ever know.

“Thank you Helmut.” You whispered, tears brimming in your eyes, spilling over your cheeks but not from sadness, more from the unconditional love Helmut afforded you, the time he took to make you be gentler to your body again making you feel more loved than you could’ve imagined possible.

“Not at all, my sweet.” He whispered, gripping you just a little tighter. He loved you, every single part of you. To him, you were perfect and nothing would change that. He just wanted to help you through your pain and absolve you of it, hoping some day you could see yourself how he saw you.

A/N: I’m going to drop this link here just in case it’s needed, this was the most comprehensive resource I could find. If you need it, please do use it. 💗

https://osapr.harvard.edu/international-resources-0

[icantbraintoday-tryagainlater]

The Bullet that Carved My Name (Chapter One)

Title: The Bullet that Carved My Name

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Death, gun violance, murder, blood/gore

Fandom: Death and Martha, and Hell's Belles (TikTok's Flickerspark and Sea Ya Out There)

Summery: You die at the hand of your father and learn to love yourself in the afterlife, where Lily, Sharkie, Penny, and the Hellp Desk Gang take you into their adopted family.

Chapter Summery: Bex meets Death who tries to convince her to go to her paradise, but Bex decides Hell is a better option.

Listen - I don't own anything, ok? I don't even own the laptop I'm writing this on or myself (I'm in a lot of dept). But I don't approve of anyone taking this and posting it somewhere else. This is my work and I've worked hard on it. It isn't Beta'd or Proof Read so I guess you could say the onlything I do own are the mistakes in this. I've taken A LOT from my personal life and put it into this story. Please be kind. And if anyone wants to Beta it, I would love that! Just message me and let me know!

So - is this really how I died? I always thought I would die in a car crash or of old age. Maybe by an active shooter - I did live in America, after all. But seriously? This?

“Bex?”

I looked up at Death and frowned. The female-presenting gothic looking person who had shown up to take me to my afterlife was staring at me concerned. I couldn’t blame them, after all. I was looking… well, crazed.

“He really did it, didn’t he?” I asked, looking back at Death. “He really killed me…?” I still couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah… he did.” Death confirmed.

I looked back down at my mortal body, laying on my parents’ floor, blood slowly soaking into the hardwood floors. I had always known my father was unstable. I had always known that he had a temper. But I didn’t think he was ever actually capable of pulling the trigger.

Until now.

I honestly wasn’t even sure why I didn’t believe him. I know I’d go to bed some days afraid that he really would shoot everyone like he said. But I also knew he was a narcissist and willing to say anything to get attention, which is exactly what he always got after screaming at my mother and I about stupid shit.

Today it was about how no one wanted to help him around the house. I was working, my mom was busy, and he decided he wanted to do something. I don’t even know what it was, I just know that I was in the middle of work when he lost his mind and started screaming profanities and throwing things around the house.

I had rolled my eyes at him when he said he felt like he could kill everyone because I didn’t believe him. But now… the proof was right before my eyes.

“So where do I go now?” I asked, looking around the intermension before I see the sign for Hell.

“Ah. Never mind. I know where I go now.” I suppose my parents were probably right. Leaving the Catholic Church was definitely the wrong move. And honestly, if God really was that evil, I’d rather be in Hell. “Thanks for coming to get me, but I’ll be on my way now.”

“Now wait a minute! Martha will be very upset with me if I let another soul go alone!” Death cried.

“...another?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at the goth, amused.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Chuckling, I shook my head and headed to the stairs. “You can tell Martha I’m alright. After all, Hell’s gotta be better than whatever the Catholic God claims Heaven is.”

“Well that’s rather rude. The Catholic God runs a … very interesting heaven. But I don’t think you belong to Hell. You were a pretty good person from what I’ve read in your file.”

“Thank you, but if Hell is real, then clearly my parents were right.”

“That’s not really how this whole afterlife works. What did you believe in?” Death asked,

I snorted. “Believe in? Honey, I don’t think I believe in anything, really.”

“Well, you could be a ghost. Or reincarnate-”

“Reincarnate!? In this world!? Fuck that!” I cried, “This world is fucked! It’s about to implode! No, I’ll go to Hell. Thanks,” I smiled and waved, turning to the stairs and descending, ignoring Death’s cries for me to stop. 

Chapter Two

[wtftarot]

R.I.P

Here lies all the guidelines, faqs, and other shit you need to know before requesting a reading from me. RIP all your worries about what is or isn't ok to ask. And may all the pissy and invasive asks RIH.

Before you request a reading it's important to know that I, my guides, and cards can all be a lil intense. My readings tend to be more direct, and tough-love-focused. Some readings are more soft-spoken, but most are not. I do want to be clear though, I will never judge or be a dick to any ask I receive. If any of my readings come across that way, please know that is not at all how I intended it. I know most of the language used in the tarot community is more soft, love and light and all that. I'm not hating on any of that, it's just not me or my guides.

It is also important for you to know that tarot is absofuckinlutely not a replacement for professional advice or therapy.

No reading is set in stone, it is just a small glance at a possible outcome. You still have free will and have to make your own choices. You are responsible for your actions and choices.

Guidelines

(if your ask violates any of these guidelines I will not answer it and will delete it. If you're unsure about one of them though just ask me about it and I will try and clear things up)

Free readings and dream interpretations are open on Saturdays and Sundays.

I usually use gender-neutral language in the readings but if you're comfortable with sharing your pronouns please do. This is a safe space for all. Well, all except...

NO HOMOPHOBES, NO RACISTS, NO TERFS, NO SEXISTS ARE WELCOME HERE.

No requests for readings that are personal or invasive to a third party. (a third party's past or trauma, dating/sexual history, their whereabouts, kinks/sexual preferences, etc.)

I don't do readings on legal matters or medical issues. ( I'm just some clueless fucker on the internet, please find a professional in those areas)

Please include your initials or your zodiac or your favorite tarot card or emoji. Just a lil something you relate to, to help me tap into your energy.

Multiple asks or asking for further clarification is totally fine, sending multiple messages to my ask box because I haven't answered your first ask is not.

I don't do readings for celebrities.

If your guides are cool with it I can try and get into contact with them. Sometimes they're not cool with it, then obviously I can't.

Leaving feedback on your reading is awesome and much appreciated.

I will interpret nightmares or dreams with darker subjects but I’ll only answer them privately, so as to not trigger anyone who follows me

If you would like a photo or a list of the cards in your reading, make sure to say so in your ask. Please note: my reading style is chaotic AF so, be warned.

As of right now, I will not be doing anon asks. If you would like to keep the reading private I can answer them privately. Or you can message me.

Most readings will take 1-3 days to get an answer.

I don't do readings on tests or exam results.

That's all for now, these may change over time. If there is something you would like to know about me or my readings shoot me an ask!

Thanks, Ash.

[hetaliaimaginesin2022]

Another Hetalia Imagines Blog

Hey there, I’m Atlas (any pronouns). There’s many hetalia imagines blogs, and I’ve been in the fandom for years now, so i decided i’d make one myself

General Rules

The character limit for head canons, imagines, and reactions is six, and the limit on one shots is one, If you request more than the limits, I'll still do it, just in different posts

You can send in the same request for over six characters, I’ll just break the posts up so it fits the aforementioned numbers

By extension, if someone requested a concept that you like, you can ask for it about other characters

Not everything has to be reader insert centric, if you want to know how I think a character would react to something themselves, I can do that, I can also write canon character/canon character (or popular fanon character)

Speaking of reader inserts, i will, by default, write the reader to be gender neutral, so if you want specific pronouns, please say so

Unless it’s a trauma comfort request (which will be priority) requests will be first come, first serve

Check the blog description on what’s open before you request something

What I will wright

While I’ll write things for 1ps i’ll also write for the 2ps and nyos/genderbent characters: I don’t write the 2ps as murderous, but (for the most part) are more edgy and harsh, the nyos have the same personality as their original counterparts

Yandere content, it's not for everyone for sure, but I have no problem writing it

Aus! High school, college, fantasy, zombie apocalypse, human, a pre-existing franchise, whatever, pretty much everything is on the table in this category

Platonic, romantic, and familial themed stuff 

I have no problem writing smut, I’ll always include it under the cut: Some extreme or taboo kinks are allowed, though I'll make the final judgment on if I'm comfortable writing it or not

Comfort: I get it, sometimes there’s a heavy subject that happens in real life and you just want one of your comfort characters to help you out, just make sure the first thing you say in the request is “comfort request” and I’ll include it under the cut with the necessary trigger warnings

What I will not wright

Extreme violence, blood and gore are wholly unnecessary

Relationships that are inherently abusive in nature, for instance, a "romantic" relationship between an adult and child (I do not care "how old the country actually is", I'll genuinely start tweaking if I get another request like that for a micronation

Shoot me a message if you want me to write something!

Masterlist

[thewoodbine]

Hello I'm a baby witch just starting out so im worried this question may seem a little dumb but, is it possible to see glimpses of the lives of other people through dreams? I ask this because I recently dreamt of two things happening to people I know, as if I was them in there memories (its hard to explain). The first of these things came true. If there is, is there a way to stop this? I feel terrible for invading others private thoughts.

~~ Welcome to my World ~~

Im stoked to get to talk about this more.

So a good handful of us in the witchy community (and many who dont realize it) have clairvoyant dreams or visions like what you're describing. Some people more than others. It may be a skill, a one time or occasional fluke, a message from a particular being, something you got a hint of, or for me it's in the blood. In my case it runs in the family and manifest very strongly, and it can be very traumatic at times.

( Trigger warning for mention of violence ahead) In a dream I once witnessed a school shooting in a foreign country and when I woke up and turned on the news guess what was on? It had happened in Palestine around the same time I had been having the dream and I watched the moments right as it began to happen. I wont go into detail of the dream because they are bone chilling and deeply unsettling but it messed me up for a long time. (Warning over)

But thats just one gloomy example of when it was very strong and I also struggled with it. I can't tell you how it'll manifest for you. For most it's just a rare occasional happening or an active effort, something that comes with time as you develop your intuition and witchcraft. Often there is an external source providing the dreams. For me, I've never really ran into anyone outside of the family who has abilities in quite the same way as I do but Ive heard of them. Usually called Oracles. ( Fuck psychics- I've met a few who use this title and they're all insufferable.) I have non-practicing people who don't even know I'm a witch often calling me a witch and/or recommending me to people for advise on a situations. I'm the person you go to when you got tea. It's in part why I think my tarot buisness has been so overwhelmingly sucessful, although it still suprises me.

I'm the stinky old man wearing 100% wool who hobbles out of the crowd to tell you that your friends suck and you should hide the knives. Not that many people listen to me- until they realize they should have. Thats another shitty part about being an oracle and the reason behind One Eye Too Many, the ability is next to useless because no one ever listens to me until things are just about unfixable. Although, historically that checks out.

Anyway, unfortunately there isnt much I know you can do but use it. I haven't learned how to turn it off so instead I put it to use with subtle hints. For example I had a dream my grandmother's car was going to explode so the next morning I casually called and mentioned to grandpa to check her oil and sure enough there was a major leak. Not all of it will be death and gloom and certainly your experience of it will be different than mine. I've also predidicted light hearted stuff like my friend chopping off all her hair and getting a "may I speak to the manager cut", my friends sperm donor father being Mexican, and another friend marrying an Asian. Stuff that we laugh about at the time as extremely unlikely or silly that later comes true long after we've stopped thinking about it.

Tl;dr: My main consesus on this is that, to my knowledge, you can't make it go away but you can learn to make peace with it.

~ ☀

[fandomseverywhereassemble]

Less than Human (pt. 2)

[princettegil]

I'm feeling like poop rn so I'mma ramble a bit