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Generative AI Policy (February 9, 2024)

As of February 9, 2024, we are updating our Terms of Service to prohibit the following content:

Images created through the use of generative AI programs such as Stable Diffusion, Midjourney, and Dall-E.

This post explains what that means for you. We know it’s impossible to remove all images created by Generative AI on Pillowfort. The goal of this new policy, however, is to send a clear message that we are against the normalization of commercializing and distributing images created by Generative AI. Pillowfort stands in full support of all creatives who make Pillowfort their home. Disclaimer: The following policy was shaped in collaboration with Pillowfort Staff and international university researchers. We are aware that Artificial Intelligence is a rapidly evolving environment. This policy may require revisions in the future to adapt to the changing landscape of Generative AI. 

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Why is Generative AI Banned on Pillowfort?

Our Terms of Service already prohibits copyright violations, which includes reposting other people’s artwork to Pillowfort without the artist’s permission; and because of how Generative AI draws on a database of images and text that were taken without consent from artists or writers, all Generative AI content can be considered in violation of this rule. We also had an overwhelming response from our user base urging us to take action on prohibiting Generative AI on our platform.  

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How does Pillowfort define Generative AI?

As of February 9, 2024 we define Generative AI as online tools for producing material based on large data collection that is often gathered without consent or notification from the original creators.

Generative AI tools do not require skill on behalf of the user and effectively replace them in the creative process (ie - little direction or decision making taken directly from the user). Tools that assist creativity don't replace the user. This means the user can still improve their skills and refine over time. 

For example: If you ask a Generative AI tool to add a lighthouse to an image, the image of a lighthouse appears in a completed state. Whereas if you used an assistive drawing tool to add a lighthouse to an image, the user decides the tools used to contribute to the creation process and how to apply them. 

Examples of Tools Not Allowed on Pillowfort: Adobe Firefly* Dall-E GPT-4 Jasper Chat Lensa Midjourney Stable Diffusion Synthesia

Example of Tools Still Allowed on Pillowfort: 

AI Assistant Tools (ie: Google Translate, Grammarly) VTuber Tools (ie: Live3D, Restream, VRChat) Digital Audio Editors (ie: Audacity, Garage Band) Poser & Reference Tools (ie: Poser, Blender) Graphic & Image Editors (ie: Canva, Adobe Photoshop*, Procreate, Medibang, automatic filters from phone cameras)

*While Adobe software such as Adobe Photoshop is not considered Generative AI, Adobe Firefly is fully integrated in various Adobe software and falls under our definition of Generative AI. The use of Adobe Photoshop is allowed on Pillowfort. The creation of an image in Adobe Photoshop using Adobe Firefly would be prohibited on Pillowfort. 

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Can I use ethical generators? 

Due to the evolving nature of Generative AI, ethical generators are not an exception.

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Can I still talk about AI? 

Yes! Posts, Comments, and User Communities discussing AI are still allowed on Pillowfort.

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Can I link to or embed websites, articles, or social media posts containing Generative AI? 

Yes. We do ask that you properly tag your post as “AI” and “Artificial Intelligence.”

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Can I advertise the sale of digital or virtual goods containing Generative AI?

No. Offsite Advertising of the sale of goods (digital and physical) containing Generative AI on Pillowfort is prohibited.

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How can I tell if a software I use contains Generative AI?

A general rule of thumb as a first step is you can try testing the software by turning off internet access and seeing if the tool still works. If the software says it needs to be online there’s a chance it’s using Generative AI and needs to be explored further. 

You are also always welcome to contact us at moderation@pillowfort.social if you’re still unsure.

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How will this policy be enforced/detected?

Our Team has decided we are NOT using AI-based automated detection tools due to how often they provide false positives and other issues. We are applying a suite of methods sourced from international universities responding to moderating material potentially sourced from Generative AI instead.

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How do I report content containing Generative AI Material?

If you are concerned about post(s) featuring Generative AI material, please flag the post for our Site Moderation Team to conduct a thorough investigation. As a reminder, Pillowfort’s existing policy regarding callout posts applies here and harassment / brigading / etc will not be tolerated. 

Any questions or clarifications regarding our Generative AI Policy can be sent to moderation@pillowfort.social.

[circeyoru]

Never Meant to Be…

[E-Rank!Sung Jinwoo x Summoner!Reader]

“Master Summoner, there is no need for you to waste your time here. This is only a low rank Gate, surely you’re needed elsewhere.”

“Nonsense, all Gates pose their unique level of threat no matter the rank and mana levels emitted.” You hummed as you fiddled with the tablet in hand to complete the final reports of your duties for today, a little fieldday wouldn’t hurt anyone. Besides… It wasn’t like Woo Jinchul isn’t used to your antics by now. Once completed, you turned your full attention to the self-appointed raid leader with a nervous look on his face―not the ‘oh boy a high-ranker is here to spectate’ but the ‘shit, I can’t do what I usually do’ kind of look. You gave him your business smile, “Don’t worry, I’ll be standing in the back, offering support if necessary. Hunters are still humans after all, wouldn’t want to lose any one of you.”

“Right, yes, of course.” The raid leader nodded his head, grudgingly giving you a smile, “Having you here is such a reassurance. Thanks for your services in advance.”

You let the poor man go to his raid team as you stood at the side, watching as he started to brief the other members of an observer joining the raid―that was you―without prior warning. You scanned the team as you stood at alert, your eyes sparkled and the corner of your lip curled up when a familiar figure was in the crowd.

“Let’s move!”

Everyone moved in formation with the strongest leading in the front and the tankers holding up their shields in case of an ambush type of monster. You did as you promised, walking behind the group with your hands in your pockets with an idle expression as you scanned the interior of the dungeon and its atmosphere.

You walked with a skip in your step as you joined his side, “Fancy seeing you here, what are the chances?”

Sung Jinwoo glanced at you for maybe a few second behfore setting his eyes back to his surroundings. It wasn’t that he was disrespectful of your―obviously higher rank and achievements―being, it was more of him not having the luxury of idle chatter while in a dungeon as compared to you. “If it’s you, Master Summoner, I have a feeling it’s not chance.”

“Then fate.” You chirped with a carefree smile, “It has to be that. Oh and also, I have a name, mister. Don’t refer to me by title, aren’t we close enough for that?”

Again, he glanced over as if stealing a peek at a crush in school―you found that side of him adorable. “In public, I think I should do that.” You were about to say something when he paused but he beat you to the punch, “But I also not want to drop that habit and slip up, so…”

You sighed internally. A small part of you deflated, but you understood what he said. He was the lowest of the low, the weakest of the weak. All knew him but not of a positive light. Still, you didn’t fall for him because of his raw strength, it was his determination and will power that caught your eye, the strength to push through against all odds and strive to survive not for himself, but for his family.

“Shall we go visit your mother after this raid? I can treat you and your sister to dinner. She needs her energy to study, right?” You changed the topic to something more lightheaded.

“I can’t impose―”

“Come, form a barrier, Water Serpent!” You suddenly interrupted him and raised your hand in the air. In the blink of an eye, a magic circle appeared under your shoes and enlarged itself until a giant snake appeared. Scales as blue as the ocean, crystal for eyes glowed in the dim dungeon, and its tail shaped like a fish’s fin with an ever present wave of water emitted.

The serpent surrounded the Hunters and a water dome appeared over them. Not a second later, bangs were heard all around perimeter of the dome and its surface, yet it was too dark to tell what was happening.

“Light! Mages, cast light magic!”

The mages did as ordered and orbs of light floated up to the top of the dome from the inside. Gasps were heard immediately when the view became clear. Bats, humanoid bats, were claw at the dome to get to them. Their claws were sharp, yet their speed couldn’t compare to the regenerative abilities of the dome.

“We’re sitting ducks!”

“We’re all going to die here!”

While Jinwoo was working his brain in overdrive to try and find a way out of this, you stepped up to the leader. “Sir, with all due respect, this is not something this team can handle. Can I take charge and bring everyone out?”

“...” The raid leader’s expression showed obvious confliction as he battled himself for the answer to your question. He looked to the team he was given the privilege of leading and the monsters that were doing everything they could to get to them from all sides. He looked to the serpent protecting them under your command. His hands clenched into fists, shaking with silent rage. You thought―everyone else thought―the leader was going to be stubborn and prideful. Yet… “Our lives are in your hands.”

A sigh of relief were sounded from all around. You nodded and patted his shoulder with a grateful smile before it fade and you turned to the rest of the team, “This barrier won’t hold while we’re on the move, it’s only present when we remain station. These beasts aren’t something that you all can handle so the best course of action now is to get you all out of here and have a team with higher ranked Hunters take over. Any objections?”

The team was silent.

“If no, then we must returned to the entrance quickly, I’ll cover you all while you run.” You shouted out to them. You raised your hand and used a small dagger to cut your palm enough to draw blood. You squeezed your hand into a fist until drops of blood dripped onto the ground, “Come, answer my summons, Shadow Mare and Sky Phoenix.”

Two more magic circles appeared, only this time it wasn’t under your shoes but in front of you. The nearby raid members all backed away a bit to make space as the circles enlarged the same way as it did before. Out of the circles, two creatures appeared. One in the form of a horse but bigger than the average size on Earth, in addition, it was as if its cloaked in darkness with his entire body pitch black, save of the glowing white eyes. The other in the form of an eagle, also bigger and much like the folklores depiction of a phoenix but instead of fire and a mix of red, orange, and yellow, there was whirls of wind and a mix of green and light blue. 

“My Water Serpent will guide you to the exit while my Sky Phoenix will fight off any danger so you all can focus on escaping.” You leaped and got on the Shadow Mare’s back, grabbing a hand full of its mane made from shadows. “I’ll distract it from the back, but don’t think that you don’t need to fight, if the situation calls for it, just follow your instinct.”

So the plan came and went, it was agonizing for you since you had to maintain three summons at the same time and provide the mana necessary for its healing from multiple attacks. Over the course of it, you had to grab Jinwoo and pull him up to your ride as he―heroically―stayed back to help someone who tripped but they in turn felt him to fend for himself. You instructed for him to hug onto your waist or else he wouldn’t stay on your summon.

Once you all made it out, you immediately went to the personnel that came with you to file an urgent report of the situation. While your partner went on to request the nearest guild’s aid, you called Jinchul to request for his arrival as you stood guard in case of a dreaded dungeon break. Thankfully, none of the worse case scenarios happened thanks to your quick thinking and the team’s cooperation with the situation. When things start to die down, you went to Jinwoo and passed him the essence stones your summons got from defeating the beasts along the way.

“Here… I know it’s not much but… This should help your mother’s hospital fees and…” You feel yourself going off balance as your world tilted to the side, you saw Jinwoo’s shocked and concern expression, his lips moved but all you heard was an earpiercing ring like the world had gone silent. “Oh, I think… I need to…”

You swear before you blacked out, you heard your name being called out. You could have sworn it was Jinwoo. Then again, it couldn’t be him, right?

⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧⬪⬧

“Must be nice. To have the Master Summoner’s favour.”

“Tsk. What a leech.”

“E-Rank scum.”

“Does he have no pride?”

Words of scorn shifted from calling Jinwoo a weakling to hogging the attention of one of the more talented Hunters in the country; the Master Summoner. The only Hunter that could summoned beasts of great calber, no two summons were the same unless one counted the pack or grouped summons. You were a legendary Hunter despite not being an S-Rank, people say you reported a false rank, but that was never confirmed. You worked in the Hunters Association as the vice-chairman, as more of an on-site staff member to connect to the Hunters, guild or guild-less.

That was actually how he and you met.

You were in your routine inspection, nothing special, just a causal observation to see if any guidelines needed to be improved or changed, even added if necessary. You stood at the back of the team and observed silently, only acting to defend yourself when the situation arose. He found himself captivated, you were so serious that he thought that was your only side.

Until he was saved by you when he was in a bind. It was a weaker monster, a goblin, that pinned him to a corner, the rest of the team moved on without him since he was picked off to the side. He thought that was it, he thought that this was going to be his end. But then you showed up. A line cut through the goblin faster than his eyes could follow and at its destruction, you were standing victorious with a bloody blade in one hand. Your summons, a pack of grey wolves with steel-like furcoat, move to devour the corpse. You walked pass the mess and extented your hand to him, “Are you okay? Come on, we need to catch up to the group.”

There was no annoyance, there was no sarcasm. You were looking out for him as an equal, devoid of ranks. That started it all.

You showed up more to raid he was going to. What started as once a month slowly turned to once a week, it was very gradual to the point it didn’t notice until the gossip and envious gaze directed at him when he was alone. He didn’t care, truly he didn’t. For you were like a ray of hope in his darkness.

Jinwoo didn’t understand why, but you took time out of your schedule to take care of his mother in the hospital and his younger sister when he was recovering in the hospital after a grueling raid that got him lying in the hospital bed. You gotten close to his sister while tutoring her even, not only eating dinner with her while he was busy with recovery or raids.

Your smile and kindness, he always bowed his head in respect and gratitude. He told himself not to be greedy and not to forget his place. There was no way you’d fall for someone like him when you could be with people as great as the other S-Rank Hunters. So he drilled it into his head that you were out of his league and never try to covet you.

Then why…

When you took charge of that raid, when you aimed for everyone’s safety, when you went back for him when he was once more left behind by his teammates, when you told him to hug you as you rushed the two of you back to safety. Did he wish those moments could last longer, just the two of you. His heart ached for you. His mind recorded the moments like they were his last.

And they were.

“Please. Stop everything that you’re doing to me.” Jinwoo’s voice spoke words he never wanted to say. His eyes stared at his intertwined fingers on his lap. He couldn’t face you, he just couldn’t.

“What are you saying? I’ll stop cooking your meat if that’s what you want.” You chuckled with a half-hearted promise, not before you dump another piece of meat into his bowl. “You know, this kind of thing doesn’t need such a serious tone.” You waved your tongs in the air, “We both should celebrate to the occasion nothing bad happened in that dungeon the other day.”

Jinwoo clenched his jaw, “Stop being so nice to me!”

His outburst got people at the tables near the two of you turn their heads in your direction. You chuckled and nodded in apology, motioning for them to continue with their dining. You stared at Jinwoo in concern as you placed the tongs down, lowering the heat a bit to avoid burning the still cooking meat. “What exactly do you mean?”

“The hospital visits, the meals, the money, the homestays, the care… Everything you’ve been doing for me. Please stop it.” Jinwoo told you all this in the eyes, never breaking eye contact. “I know you mean well, but… I… I can handle it. So thank you, but I don’t need it.”

The look of concern dropped from your face, an expression of disbelief and awe mixed together as you tried to keep your smile on. “Are you that dense? Don’t you see why I’m doing this?” 

When Jinwoo remained silent, you clicked your tongue in denial. In his mind, this was the best course of action. As long as he was a lowly E-Rank Hunter, he could never match up to you. This was for the best, for both him and you.

“I thought you’re better than this… That the gossip and rumours wouldn’t push you down…” You whispered, but Jinwoo heard it all. 

His mind shouted “sorry” over and over like a broken record.

“I love you.”

That made his head snap up to gaze at you. Only… Now there was an expression of brokenness on your face, your eyes were watery and your lips in a thin straight line. Your gaze on him was firm and piercing that he felt like he was being burnt through. His mind at a blank when he replayed what you said over and over.

“Do you have to make me say it out loud for you to understand?” Your voice cracked and broke.

He was speechless. There was no way… No way you actually like, no, love him. No way you want him. And no way would this work in the long run. You’d be laughed at, you’d be the talk of the town, you’d be disrespected for associating with him in that way.

“Fine. Have it your way.” You stood up sudden, slamming a slack of cash on the table. “Here, this is the last time anyways. Keep the change since you shouldn’t come find me or the other way around.”

As he watched your back stomping to the exit, his heart screamed at him to chase after you and his mind looped the anger in your voice. Yet his body sat there frozen in time.

In the end, he didn’t do anything.

For it was never meant to be…

Note: Angst angst angst. This is full angst. I think there was a request on a summoner!reader in my inbox before, but now it's gone?? The only thing I remembered from that request was the summoner bit, otherwise I can't recall since it's deleted (not by me okay). Anyways, hope you enjoyed this one while waiting on the monarch series.

𝕮𝖎𝖗𝖈𝖊 𝖄.

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SFW alphabet: Arthur Morgan

a/n: warning not proofread!!

i’ve been obsessed with this man since 2018 so i figured it was time to write about him on here

as always if you have any comment or critiques leave them in the comment section! also reblog as are nice!

also credit to saradika for the dividers!!

A= Affection (How Affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

𐚁₊⊹ Arthur isn’t much into PDA. He may kiss the side of your head or give you a quick peck before leaving on a mission. The only time I see him actually not caring about PDA is when he’s drunk and then he’s very grabby.

𐚁₊⊹ However when it just the two of you, he is very touchy. he likes to have his hands on you at all times.

𐚁₊⊹ I definitely feel like his love language is acts of service and quality time.

𐚁₊⊹ Whenever he leave for a mission and comes back he always like to bring you back something small that he knows you like or something that reminds him of you. Also around camp he will do your chores without even being asked.

B= Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

𐚁₊⊹ Arthur would constantly tease you. Like we see with any of his interactions with the gang, but with you as a best friend he would say a little jab and then grin at you to let you know he was just teasing.

𐚁₊⊹ also having Arthur as a best friend means you would have someone constantly in your corner. he is extremely protective of the ones he cares for.

C= Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

𐚁₊⊹ Arthur would say he doesn’t cuddle. this is a lie.

𐚁₊⊹ the only time I could see him cuddling in public is if you two are sitting around the camp after most of the gang have bent to bed. then he’d probably pull you in his lap or have an arm wrapped around your side.

𐚁₊⊹ HOWEVER in private this man loves to cuddle. he likes holding you in his arms and feeling like a protector.

𐚁₊⊹ Sometimes after he’s been gone for a longer period of time or a mission was especially tiring all he craves is to hold you in his arms.

D= Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

𐚁₊⊹ That is a constant internal struggle with Arthur, i mean that’s a big reason him and mary’s relationship ended. but yes i do believe he would want to settle down, if he ever got out of the gang. He would want a small house with his partner with enough room outside for horses.

𐚁₊⊹ At camp he is always trying to help everyone out with chores and especially his partner. Grimshaw asked you to cut wood? He’s already on it! Like i mentioned earlier acts of service would be one of his love languages so helping his partner out wouldn’t feel like a chore, he would it because he wants to make things easier for you.

E= Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) 

𐚁₊⊹ yay now i’m gonna cry. Arthur is 1000% committed to the gang so more than likely it would end over something of that nature.

𐚁₊⊹ It would obviously be done in person. He may get a little cold just to distance himself from i guess the emotional aspect of breaking up with a partner. of his partner broke up with him i think he would of course be upset but wouldn’t show it just nod in understanding. however if he did it, he would just be kinda forward and straight to the point, then probably leave very shortly after it happens.

F= Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

𐚁₊⊹ When Arthur is in a relationship with someone he is 100% committed.

𐚁₊⊹ With marriage that’s a little tricky. Again obviously with Mary, he wanted to marry her but the situation with the gang. Then of course with Eliza, but that situation was a little different.

𐚁₊⊹ However, if he found someone that understood him and understood his commitment to the gang, then yes I do believe he would marry them. I don’t think it would be a quick process though, it would take a while for him to get to that step and a lot of built up trust in his partner.

G= Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) 

𐚁₊⊹ Arthur would say he’s not a gentle/ good man. His hands are dirty and he’s an outlaw, however with his partner he would be as gentle as he could possibly be.

𐚁₊⊹ I mean we’ve all seen how he treats women in the game.

𐚁₊⊹ Of course if you guys got into an argument he may say something he regrets and hurts you, but after the fighting is over and both of you had calmed down he would come back over and apologize.

H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

𐚁₊⊹ Back to the pda thing, he wouldn’t be hugging you in public or anything like that. However in private it is a completely different story.

𐚁₊⊹ I feel like a real hug from Arthur, not just like a quick one with a pat on the back, would be so comforting. Arthur is a broad dude so his arms would just engulf you and make you feel safe.

𐚁₊⊹ so while hugs aren’t super common when they do happen they are something to relish in.

I= I love you (How fast do they say the L=word?)

𐚁₊⊹ This would take a while

𐚁₊⊹ Firstly, i feel like Arthur would struggle admitting to himself that he has those feelings for you to himself. he has been hurt before, and we all know he doesn’t have the best self- image of himself, so he would also probably feel like you wouldn’t feel the same way even if it painfully obvious that you did.

𐚁₊⊹ Once there is an actual confession, whether is be from him or you and you actually do get together. Again he would probably struggle to admit the feelings are that deep.

𐚁₊⊹ So I would say it would take a while for him to actually say I love you to his partner just because of all the mental barriers he and you as his partner would have to break down. However when he does say it, he 100% means it, no doubt.

J= Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

𐚁₊⊹ I don’t believe he gets jealous often. However when he does get jealous he just kinda goes quiet. I think he more so turns into a ‘They realized they could do way better than me’ situation for him mentally rather than him getting jealous, if that makes sense??

𐚁₊⊹ So I feel like he would just kinda get a little distant and quiet and then you would have to reassure him that you do love him and that he is good enough.

K= Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they  like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

𐚁₊⊹ Oh lord

𐚁₊⊹ Kisses with Arthur are amazing. Whether it be just a rushed peck before he has to leave or it’s a tender loving kiss in private. There would always be emotion in that kiss, letting you know how he feels.

𐚁₊⊹ also you’re telling me with a man who’s lips look ike that, he gonna be a bad kisser?? no way

𐚁₊⊹ Favorite place for him to kiss his partner: Probably on the forehead. there is something so tender in the act. Him holding in his arms while softly pressing a kiss on your brow. It’s a tenderness he doesn’t get to show often, so when he does get to do it, it’s his favorite.

𐚁₊⊹ Favorite placed for him to be kissed: I know it a little bit of a basic answer but probably on his mouth. He loves the feeling of your lips on his, the intimacy of it all. How warm and inviting they are and how you can make every worry or doubt go away just by pressing a kiss to his lips.

𐚁₊⊹ also he would never admit it but hand kisses are his favorite too. his hands are dirty with crime so for you the the best thing that has ever happened to him, takes his hands and presses small kisses to his knuckles that have beat people. he feels a little shame i suppose, but also he feels incredibly loved at the same time.

L= Little ones (How are they around children?)

𐚁₊⊹ Just going based of the game and not even hc he is amazing. Just look how he is with Jack.

M= Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

𐚁₊⊹ Whenever there is a mission and you two are together on it, I don’t think he would be as relaxed. Just because there is the chance that something could happen. He would probably keep watch throughout the night to let you sleep, and maybe have some coffee waiting on you when you wake up.

𐚁₊⊹ However if it is a trip just for you two and you are camping or at a lodge, he likes to hold you as long as he can. He likes to hold you in the soft hours of the morning and just pretend even for a moment that it is just you two in the world.

𐚁₊⊹ I do think though that he would always like to wake up before you just so that he can sneak not so shameful stares at your sleeping peaceful face.

N= Night (How are nights spent with them?)

𐚁₊⊹ Again it is all about setting, but just for the sake of this I’ll say it’s at a camp.

𐚁₊⊹ whether it be sitting by the fire just basking in each other’s presence or in the private of your guys tent, holding each other talking in whispers so you don’t wake everyone up.

𐚁₊⊹ nights are always a little more quite because there is no rush to start the day, or the build up to what will happen once everyone is awake. it’s just a quite time for the two of you.

𐚁₊⊹ I also believe Arthur would love stargazing

O= Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) 

𐚁₊⊹ yeah this is definitely a slower reveal.

𐚁₊⊹ Arthur is not open about his feelings at first. It would take a level of trust to be built before he would start being vulnerable.

P=Patience (How easily angered are they?)

𐚁₊⊹ With his partner i don’t think he could get easily angered. It would have to be a pretty good argument for him to get angry, and even then he would never harm them or anything like that. he may say some things out of anger that he immediately regrets, but i do believe if he ever got so angry over an argument with his partner he would just walk away and cool down before things got too heated.

Q= Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) 

𐚁₊⊹ He remembers a lot. Obviously he wouldn’t be able to remember everything single thing you mention in passing, but he would remember a lot.

𐚁₊⊹ Like the flowers that you said you like the smell of or your favorite kind of candy.

𐚁₊⊹ and whenever you aren’t together and he sees these things he would always make it a point to get it for you, just to see your face glow in surprise and happiness that he remembered something that small.

R= Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

𐚁₊⊹ Probably seeing how well you just accepted him for the man he is and not trying to change him into someone he isn’t.

𐚁₊⊹ Arthur is a good man no matter how much he insists he isn’t, and for you to see that in him and for him to know that you believe in him 100% that’s a feeling he isn’t used to, and something he would always remember.

S= Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

𐚁₊⊹ are you joking? this man is so protective!! and it’s not because he feels like he needs to just because he is a man, it’s because he loves providing the people he cares about with a sense of protection, he likes being a protector.

𐚁₊⊹ for him a sense of protection, would you always being in his corner. like always taking up for him, and supporting him. that would give him the most sense of being secure.

𐚁₊⊹ and of for how he would protect you, i mean it’s 1899 and he is an outlaw and this is a cowboy game, you do the math

T= Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

𐚁₊⊹ it’s not an extremely common thing to go out on a date when you’re an outlaw, so as for dates that would be stretched far and in between

𐚁₊⊹ however for anniversaries, i feel like he would try to make an effort. it probably wouldn’t be anything grand, more so like him picking your favorite flowers and waking you up with a cup of coffee saying happy anniversary type thing.

𐚁₊⊹ and we’ll as i’ve mentioned before with everyday tasks, he has no problem with that, he loves helping out his partner.

U= Ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

 𐚁₊⊹ i would say when when you two get into really heated arguments, him saying something hurtful. he almost instantly regrets it and feels bad for days after, even if you two have made up.

V= Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

𐚁₊⊹ lmao he is so not concerned with how he looks, he already thinks he’s ugly. however if you mention that you like his hair or beard a certain why he will try his absolute damnedest to keep it that way.

W= Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

𐚁₊⊹ He would have to be okay without you and you without him because of the environment that you two would be in. However it doesn’t stop him from always wanting you around.

X= Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) 

𐚁₊⊹ i will die on this hill. Arthur would 1000% draw his partner in his sketchbooks. he would have whole pages dedicated to you. it would be random things like your side profile, you cutting wood, taking care of the horses.

𐚁₊⊹ he also seems to me like the type of guy that would stare at his partner a lot. whether he means to or not, and if you catch him doing it he would totally deny it but there is a slight warmth to his skin.

Y= Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

𐚁₊⊹ just to say it to get it out of the way. abuse and things of that nature

𐚁₊⊹ and i’m gonna make these a little silly cause i don’t want to get in too deep

𐚁₊⊹ i don’t think he would like taffy because of how it gets stuck in your teeth

𐚁₊⊹ would hate the feeling of wet socks

𐚁₊⊹ would not be a fan of spicy food, or more so couldn’t handle it lmao

Z= Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

𐚁₊⊹ oh this man does not have a consistent bed time. just whenever he can get a couple of hours in.

𐚁₊⊹ but i feel like he likes to lay on his back with his partner laying on his chest and his arm around them, or him being the big spoon.

𐚁₊⊹ i also feel like he prefers sleeping out under the stars rather than sleep in the hotel. yes the beds are nicer than a bed roll on the ground. but he prefers sleeping under the stars with the sounds of nature.

𐚁₊⊹ also falls asleep in like 20 minutes and definitely snores

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NSFW & kinks ~

food play 

mirror sex

sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them

slow sex while one or both are injured

body worshipping 

marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)

revenge sex

getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor

library sex for those dark academia vibes

jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar

accidental i love you’s during sex 

seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place

getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit

overwhelmed, but happy crying during sex 

crying crying during sex that leads to a pause or early end to comfort and take care of whatever emotions bubbled over 

depression sex in order to feel something good for once

messy drunk sex that is then forgotten the morning after

filming it for private purposes

overstimulation

orgasm denial

spying on/walking in on their partner changing

sex in exchange for a favor

car sex

pool/hot tub sex

shower/bath sex

hate sex

friends with benefits 

first time

possessive sex

cockwarming

high on adrenaline kind of sex after a match, race, fight, competition, etc

make up sex

break up sex

complicated sex with an ex, situation ship etc

angry sex mid fight/ argument

gentle comforting sex

Them being obsessed with a specific cam girl and eventually they meet up

thigh riding

oral

dirty talk

lingerie

collar

handcuffs

blindfold

dacryphilia

choking

edging

praise

degradation

spanking

biting

hair pulling

mutual masturbation

orgasm control

punishment

face sitting

begging

cockwarming

cum play

squirting

breeding

period sex

handjob/finger fucking

striptease

use of toys

against the wall

nipple play

morning sex

marking

size kink

public/semi-public

threesome

Rough sex 

Double penetration 

Lap dance 

Size queen 

Purity/Virginity Kink, corruption kink

cuckolding 

kneeling

cock ring 

hand fetish 

Sensation play 

Role play 

Acarophilia 

Asphyxiation 

Barebacking (no condom) 

Body modification (tattoos, piercings, etc) 

DVP

Impregnation

Internal cumshots

Mess fetish 

Face fucking 

Hematolagnia

Angst ~

They never thought it would take so much time to say goodbye.

“Give me one last chance. Please.”

It never stopped hurting but leaving was a good step in the right direction.

“This number is no longer in service.” They had expected this but it hurt nonetheless.

“I’m going to change. I will. I swear.”

kisses with their last dying breath

constantly noticing them smiling so brightly with that one person 

when was the last time they beamed at you like that?

self-doubts viciously devouring your thoughts; what if they were genuinely happier with them?

“why are you acting like this all of a sudden”

"if you're so worried that someone will snatch me up, why don't you just confess to me right now?"

Fluff ~

friendly hugs

hug around the waist

hugging while twirling around

comforting hugs

side hugs

hugging and gently holding the other’s head

pulling someone into a hug

hugging while walking

hiding their face in the other’s neck

clinging to each other

hugging while lying down together

hugging with head on shoulder

‘not wanting to let go’ hugs

hugging from behind

bear hugs

hugging with hands in each other’s pockets

cuddling

hugs and kisses

hugging and jumping up and down together

familiar hugs

hugging with height-difference

gentle hugs

piggy back hugs

hugging while straddling the partner

long-lasting hugs

‘picking them up’ hugs

hugging while grabbing butt

running their fingers through the other’s hair

laying awake, watching the other sleep

Netflix and really chill

smiling for no reason, other than looking at each other

cuddling on the couch together

a short and sweet kiss in the morning

pushing hair back behind the other’s ear

head in the other’s lap and both reading

bringing them their favourite takeout

dancing with each other

hugging each other for a long time, just breathing in each other

smiling when the phone rings and their picture pops up

going on a walk together, never letting go of each other’s hand

goodnight kisses

hand kisses

smiling while kissing

lips barely touching

morning kisses

slow kisses

passionate kisses

kisses on the cheek

first kisses

goodbye kisses

welcome home kisses

kisses on the corner of their mouth

frustrated kisses

kissing each other breathless

soothing kisses

nose kisses

kisses as a promise

short pecks

forehead kisses

French kisses

tearful kisses

kisses on head

calming kisses

kisses in the rain

giggling while kissing

desperate kisses

neck kisses

gentle stroking of cheeks while kissing

fake kisses

jaw kisses

wake-up kisses

thigh kisses

kissing away tears

kisses for comfort

tummy kisses

kisses to shut them up

slowly kissing down the body

reassuring kisses

sleepy kisses

feather-light kisses

angry kisses

kisses with trembling lips

calling the other by a nickname only they use

being cute with animals

using inside jokes with each other

giving them something they are passionate about

being fiercely protective

letting them rant about something they love

making excuses to be close

holding hands without realizing

stealing each other’s clothes and not admitting to it - while wearing them

calming down when the other one is close

doing everything to get the other’s attention

patiently helping them put their shoes on

teasingly playing with the string of their hoodie 

comparing hand sizes

blowing soap bubbles into their face to briefly annoy them

“careful! you’re going to get shampoo in my eyes!” “oh quit being so dramatic”

peppering tender kisses along their exposed shoulder 

“i never realized you have so many moles around here”

tracing their scars with the tips of your fingers

Head canons ~

NSFW

Cuddling

How they comfort you

Dating

Favorite music?

How’s their cooking?

It’s movie night, what movie do they pick?

How would they hold up in a pillow war?

What’s their sleeping position?

Who do they go to for comfort?

Something small that they enjoy?

How do they feel about physical contact by others?

What is enough to bring them to tears?

Biggest pet peeve?

Do they consider others family?

Any bad habits that they have?

What’s their idea of a perfect vacation?

Do they get lost easily? Will they ask for directions if they are?

The strangest thing they have ever seen?

How well do they accept advice?

How much do they swear?

How do they take advice given to them?

Do they like being in pictures?

Is there anything they’re bad at?Something that disgusts them?

Their favourite time of year

If they like reading, and if so their favourite book

Their favourite way to waste time

Their favourite type of music

Hobbies

Their most embarrassing moment

Their biggest regret

Their biggest fear

Their most prized possession

One thing they can’t live without

If they collect things – if so, what

If they know any other languages

If they have a good luck charm, if so what it is and why it’s important

If they’re a doodler or a writer

How they sleep

How they hug

How they express love (platonically and/or romantically)

A skill that they’d love to have

Crossover things (e.g. which Hogwarts house would they be in, or what would their role be in a zombie apocalypse)

creds to @prompt-heaven

I found all the prompts on their blog

since there are so many if you want a fluff prompt just say “could you do fluff prompt 6 with x character” or if you want a mix of two different prompts just say “can I request fluff prompt 3 with angst prompt 5”

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the freak in the penthouse part 2

E-rated (for sexual content), accidental millionaire eddie/sex-worker steve.

Part one here On AO3 or search #thefreakinthepenthouse

Part two: room service

Steve hopped up to grab another glass from the minibar and poured them both a double shot of vodka. He insisted on bandaging Eddie’s knuckles before they got on with anything else. 

It felt… odd, intimate. He couldn’t help thinking, though: This guy just smashed the plasterwork!

He’d stepped into this room feeling concern for Eddie. He should jack-knife right back to being anxious for himself. Next round, it could be my face that gets smashed.

Still, Eddie seemed more downcast than buzzing with pent-up violence. Steve continued worshipping Eddie’s slightly unsteady hands, dripping with weird silver rings. Which had fortunately missed the worst of the smashing stuff or Eddie really would be badly bruised.

Pianists’ hands, Steve thought.

Which brought a lump to his throat. 

Now was so not the time to think about everything that had gone to shit in his life or his crappy loser-ville dreams. He forced a smile, trying to catch Eddie’s eye. He consoled himself with the matter he found Eddie attractive, which was a rare win with a John, plus he seemed… nice. Edgy, fidgety, but an all right dude.

Steve neatly tied the end of the bandages and chugged back his drink. Down to business.

“What’s your trip gonna be, Eddie? What sector of paradise city you wanna go cruisin’ thru tonight?” He internally face-palmed. Way to go, Harrington. Real smooth. “You wanna party first?”

A smirk twitched across Eddie’s soft-looking lips. “Weeeell, I don’t party up here much.”

“You’re kidding?” Steve leaped to his feet, waving his arms literally everywhere. “How can you not? This place is wild! We’re gonna party, okay? We’re gonna have an awesome time, man.” Raking his hair from his eyes—that cheap gel never was worth jackshit—he absorbed a few more details of his plush surroundings.  “You got one of those sound systems that takes 8 CDs at a time? That’s totally mental! And… shiiiiiit! Is that your guitar?” Steve dived to grab one of the coolest six strings he’d ever seen, a slender beauty with two-tone cream bodywork. “It’s totally rad! Do you play? I mean, that’s a dumb question. You must, I guess…”

He trailed off. Eddie stared at him, squirming slightly. It bordered on creepy. Steve kept blabbering because he was already waaaay too far down shit creek without a paddle to stop.

“Hey, should we put music on?" asked Steve. "Or do you wanna jam? You know, I kinda dabble myself from time to time… Uh, you okay?”

Eddie had finally got up. He took two paces across the room and yanked the guitar from Steve’s grip. “Nooooo music.”

“Is that some kinda rule?”

That teeniest smile again. “Shouldn’t you be telling me your rules, Steve? Like how much is a ‘party’ with you gonna set me back? Not that I give a rat’s ass, so c’mon, hit me.”

Another internal facepalm. Steve had intended to be upfront about rules and prices. Then again, it was the first time he’d negotiated for himself.

“You want me to stay the whole night?”

Eddie shrugged. Up close, his dark eyes were intoxicating, sucking Steve in, which was probably why Steve said, flustered: “Two hundred bucks and I stay till daylight.”

You were gonna quote four! If Kline comes sniffing, he’ll have at least a hundred off you.

Eddie nodded, laughed. The air reeked of vodka now. As well as the weed. Steve cleared his throat, pressed on:

“Rules. Okay. Nothing that leaves any marks on my skin. No breathplay. Got any weird kinks?”

“Not right now.” Eddie started fiddling with his rings on his unbandaged hand. “Nothing other than a hankering to fuck a really cute guy.”

Steve blushed like an idiot, and his heart gave a crazy thud. What the fuck? “And we gotta use rubbers,” he said.

“Obviously. Anything else? Like, do you kiss on the lips?”

Steve snickered. “You watch too many movies, Eddie.”

“Not much else to do, stuck up here with cable. So, you do kiss on the mouth?”

“Sure thing.”

Truth was, Steve had been thirsty for Eddie’s lips since that first merest hint of a smile. He edged forward so they stood pretty much nose to nose. He slipped a hand to cup Eddie’s jaw and plastered his mouth enthusiastically to Eddie’s. Eddie gave a surprised grunt, not yet parting those tempting lips.

Steve panicked. Shit, too much?

Then Eddie plunged his tongue straight towards Steve’s tonsils and they started kissing for real, and… Wow!

It was some kiss.

Steve dove straight in with his best tricks, sweeping the depths of Eddie’s mouth, hands roaming everywhere, trying to figure out what Eddie liked best. He threaded his fingers down the length of Eddie’s hair, which was salon-smooth and silky to the touch. Trouble was, the kiss was too damn pleasurable, and Eddie was giving it some too, messing up Steve’s hair, mashing their faces so it got kinda bruising. Steve plunged a hand down the front of Eddie’s loose jogging pants, grabbing his package.

“Hello big boy,” purred Steve, as they broke for air. “You fancy a little kiss down there?”

Ugh. Way to go with the cheesy lines again, Harrington.

Eddie didn’t seem to hear anyhow. His gaze locked so hard on Steve that he seemed almost in a trance. “I want to feel… Oh shit, I don’t know what I want.” Eddie clamped a hand in the small of Steve back, crushing Steve so close that his hand got squashed between both their erections. “I want to fuck you, Steve. Basic stuff.”

Steve smacked another sloppy wet kiss on Eddie’s parted lips. “Your wish is my command. I’ll, uh… be right back.”

…

After Steve left, Eddie sank down on the couch, buried his fingers deep in his hair. Wtf am I doing? What the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK?

He’d got a giant erection from the kiss alone.

Steve was gorgeous, and yeah, Eddie wanted to fuck him bad, and he was already having the best evening he’d had in eons. Didn’t stop his stupid brain racing onward to the black hole of doom that would follow.

You pay for fuck-buddies, now? Seriously, Munson? Seriously! 

His heart was already dying a little death, and part of him withered with embarrassment too. He knew the staff of this place thought he was a weird-ass freak. The God-like Dungeon Master and the front man of Corroded Coffin wouldn’t have given a damn about that.

But now? Eddie was embarrassed, and Christ, that was pathetic. And where the heck was Steve? If he took any longer in the bathroom, Eddie’s nerve would snap, he’d ask him to leave. It would be yet another date with Mr Palm and his five sons.

Tentatively, he tapped on the back of the door—it was the smaller of two washrooms in the suite. The one without the plunge pool. “You okay in there? Getting lonely here, brother.” Shit, ain’t that the truth, and was Steve doing drugs or something? If so, the son-of-a-bitch should share.

“Yeah. I’m just… Look, I’m not powdering my goddamn nose, okay? It’s, you know… lube. Been a while since I… um… yeah.”

Eddie’s knee-jerk disappointment overrode his spiralling nerves: “No way! I wanna do that.” 

He opened the door a crack. And there was Steve—jeans around his thighs, no underwear, fingers plunged between sweetly rounded ass cheeks, eyes wide as a startled bunny-rabbit. Eddie’s grin made his face ache. Damn, he’d not used those muscles in way too long.

“Sorry, I… Look, man, I’m gonna be straight with you.” Steve had backed up against the sink as Eddie closed in on him. “Most clients just wanna get in there, and—”

“I want in , believe me,” said Eddie, still grinning. He’d pretty much forgotten how good feeling this fucking hot for somebody was. “Fingers first. Seriously, I love playing with a guy’s ass.” 

“Well, that’s kinda cool. Because you have the most gorgeous hands I’ve ever seen.” Steve grasped the wrist of Eddie’s uninjured hand, drew it up to his wet shiny lips. The hrrrr of Steve’s breath alone was enough to make Eddie’s cock spring even farther to attention. Steve sucked Eddie’s fore and middle fingers deep, rolling his tongue around them, even emitting a douchey little moan. Didn’t sound as fake as Eddie felt it ought.

Slowly, almost torturously, Steve mouth-fucked Eddie’s fingers, eventually dragging them free with a wet pop.

“Jesus Christ,” murmured Eddie. Steve had gotten some full-on come-hither-shit going on in those ridiculously pretty eyes, and it was almost too much, too soon. Eddie was going weak at the knees, just letting Steve take the lead, and his brains were disintegrating to mush. 

Steve—the slutty little torturer—dragged Eddie’s fingers around toward his butt, guiding them along that warm cleft between his cheeks. “You want in?” murmured Steve. “Then get in me. Though, seriously—you got a whole penthouse, and you’re gonna do me against the sink in your second-best restroom?”

They stumbled toward the bedroom. Steve almost tripped over the jeans he’d gotten tangled around his ankles, and Eddie nearly collided with another fake-marble pillar. They wound up on Eddie’s gigantic, four-poster Emperor size bed, with Steve splayed naked, ass upward, on the grotesque pink satin covers.

Eddie crawled up over him on all fours, ready to go. Damn, he didn’t wanna rush this. Didn’t want it to be over. Steve looked fucking edible, one knee hitched, chin tilted to the side, chewing his lower lip in a deliciously filthy fashion.

Eddie leaned back and gave his own dick a couple of pumps. He mingled his own precum with lube, rolling it gleefully between his thumb and forefinger, before sliding the latter into Steve.

Steve’s little hiccupping gasps were precious. Eddie snickered—he knew just how awesome it could feel, all those nerve-endings set alight. And Steve’s hole… Eddie wasn’t gonna complain that Steve had loosened himself up. It was like gliding into goddamn honey. He pressed another digit in, scissored, literally crumbling at the sound of Steve’s sexy hitched breaths.

“Oh God, Eddie… Yeah… there… fucking awesome. You got me dripping, man. I’m gonna fuckin’ come.”

“Liar, liar, ass on fire. Nobody’s that easy.” He curled his fingers, deliberate delving for Steve’s prostate.

“For you… I’m… uh… uh… whatever you w-want me to be.” Okay, that was a wake-up call. Eddie was maybe enjoying this a little too much. But the corny lines felt way faker than Steve’s needy sighs. He pulsed and clenched around Eddie’s fingers and Eddie revelled in it. He kinda wanted to slide his fist in, but Steve was still pretty tight, and…

“Oh Gooooood,” wailed Steve. “I should be paying you.”

“Nah. I’m having fun here, Sweetheart.” Eddie really was. 

“I… uh… uh… charge extra for pet-name. J-joking.”

“Okay, Princess.”

That earned Eddie a punishing clench. “Sh-shut the f-fuck up.”

“Gimme that tough lovin’ around my dick, Princess.”

Eddie grinned harder than ever, slowly eased his fingers out. For a joyful split second, he realized he was feeling himself again. Eddie flip-the-bird-at-the-whole-fucking-world Munson was back!

Nah, don’t think too hard. Don’t lose the illusion…

He gave Steve light swat on the ass.

“Ow! Uuuuh, Jesus, I feel empty.” Steve waggled that insane cute butt. “Eddie, you gotta fuck me. I want you, man. I need you.”

Eddie stared down Steve’s little hole, and the rest of the world might as well have gone nuclear. He slipped the rubber on his dick—Steve seemed to have lost it so far, he’d forgotten even to remind Eddie—then he slid into Steve’s tight body and fucked him hard.

…

“Can I have my two-hundred dollars, please?”

Steve hated asking the question of Eddie.

Eddie was nice. And hot. Even while peeping from beneath the bedcovers like a vampire scared shitless of daylight.

Last night was pretty damn good, really. Far better than Steve had any right to expect. So yeah, he hated asking, and his stupid fingers were shaking, which was annoying and weird and meant he really struggled with the buttons on his shirt, but… 

He needed the money. He needed his meds, and he’d still gotten that hopelessly colossal hospital bill from last winter hanging over him.

“Uh, Eddie? Look, I’m really fucking sorry I woke you, man, but I gotta go serve breakfast. Oh, and try not to limp. You got quite the python in your pants there, dude.” It was a dumb cheesy line, but not entirely flattery. Steve hadn’t been fucked in a while. Eddie had ridden him three times in the end, before they’d snatched a few hours of sleep. “So..?”

“Yeah. Right.” Eddie finally lugged himself into action, wandered into the lounge. “Okay… wallet. Not sure where I left it, uh… You need help with those buttons?”

Standing in the doorway between the rooms, Steve wrinkled his nose in surrender. “Please?” 

That just proved fresh torture. Eddie got up close and personal again with those hands, one still bandaged, and those lips, and…

Get over it, Harrington. He paid to dick you for the night. You got lucky that he’s a nice guy and now you’ve got a dumb crush on him?

“Uh, you might wanna do something about your face,” mumbled Eddie.

“Huh?”

“Eyeliner? You look like a stray member of Kiss, Honey.” Eddie gently dabbed beneath Steve’s eye with a fingertip, and Steve… kinda froze. Then he flinched away. Eddie wandered off again and still couldn’t find his wallet. Steve was gonna be late, so after he’d washed the rest of the crap off his face, he settled for a fifty-dollar bill that Eddie found stuffed down the side of one of the couches.

“I’ll have the cash later, promise,” said Eddie, rubbing bleary, blood-shot eyes of his own. “You’ll come back?”

“For my fee? You bet,” mumbled Steve. He grabbed his knapsack, and made for the door. Eddie caught his wrist lightly:

“Yeah, but… You wanna come back for more than that?”

Despite his rising stress levels—Kline was gonna flay his ass—Steve’s heart gave another crazy little pulse. He mentally slapped himself, schooled his features into a weary mask of don’t-give-a-shit.

“That’s up to you, not me. I mean, it’s gonna cost you another two hundred dollars on top of the one-fifty you already owe me.”

“Done,” said Eddie, almost too quick, and then… 

Shit, Steve couldn’t help himself. He leaned in, brushed his mouth lightly against Eddie’s. He sensed the moment when Eddie’s slightly parted lips curved toward a smile. He just about managed to smirk rather than grin back like a besotted idiot.

“That one’s on the house.” Steve tugged his wrist free and literally sprinted from the penthouse to the service elevator.

Chapter 3 on AO3

Chapter 3.1 on tumblr or search #thefreakinthepenthouse

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All the little voices : J.T x reader

Request: A Jason fic where the reader is insecure.

A/N: the parts in italics are retrospective.

***

It was one of those days.

Those days when she felt inadequate, insufficient, judged and dished. The mere thought of going out of the house was like a slap on the cheek.

She just wanted to rest, to not see people, not compare herself to all the other woman and girls on the streets and at work, ending up feeling like a walking disaster. Not getting lost in her own thoughts, her own head.

But a girl gotta work. And besides, she had that little critic inside her always saying mean stuff, making her feel guilty for not wanting to go out. And she listened, forcing herself to do things that left her even more broken than at the beginning.

Y/N really did like her job, found a way to express herself through it. Mostly, she was energetic, helpful, concerned, smiling and beaming while performing her duties. But after a while, her self-consciousness always started creeping in.

Always.

And it was like a step back from all she achieved.

Those were the days when she would rather fit into the wall, acting like a freaking chameleon than talk to people. Her duties were taking twice as much time, because she got scared of making phone calls and would rather search for the information by herself. Instead of talking to the coworkers in the other department she preferred sending e-mails just to avoid face to face confrontation. And an hour before the end of the shift she realized she was just staring at the clock praying that no one would drop by to have a little chat with her.

Surviving the work, however, was one thing.

The other, possibly harder, was getting back home.

Putting her earphones on and trying to separate herself from reality, Y/N got lost into her Spotify shuffle playlist, sounds of music bringing even more thoughts, plans, scenarios, making her even more insecure than before. Suddenly, she was painfully aware of the oldness of the T-shirt she was wearing, her worn-out shoes, bitten nails and that stupid zit on the chin that she couldn’t for the love of god conceal in the morning. Songs sparked some memories of the words her boss addressed her, about how she could be so much better and how she should step up in work and in life. And that lead her straight into thinking about Jay.

“I’m not worth any of this.” she thought “what does he see in me? Definitely something that is not there. I am not who he thinks I am. Honestly, I don’t know who I am at all. And what if I’m crazy? What if I’m gonna end up as someone I don’t even recognize? I don’t want that. I just want to get home and hide from the people. But I can’t do that” she felt like crying  “there’s so much work to do, so man e-mails and tasks to deal with. And what if I can’t deal with them? What if I’m both ugly and  stupid? What if I fail? What if I’m a failure?!” she didn’t even realize that, but her eyes turned sad, showing that vulnerable side of the girl, who truly was at the verge of tears. Her whole posture was just screaming “please don’t hurt me”.

She didn’t want people to look at her, to see her, and yet, somewhere in her crazy, spinning mind she felt like all eyes were on her, judging, commenting, laughing at her internally. She just wanted to disappear, ditch the grocery shopping, but it was either that or starving since her fridge was absolutely empty. Thank god for the self-service checkouts!

That spinning and turning and worrying made her get back home in a very strange mood with a mix of feelings, she couldn’t possibly contain. She wanted to laugh and cry and scream and walk around and lay down all at the same time.

Slowly the panic started creeping in and it was harder and harder to breathe.

She practically did nothing for the whole day, so why was she so tired. Why was she already fearing the upcoming day, despite the fact that it was barely 5 p.m. and she still had a whole evening to relax?

“Come on, just breathe Y/N. It’s gonna be fine, you are gonna be fine.”  she whispered, hugging herself tightly.

A mistake.

Feeling her own body and those little rolls of fat made her cry out loud. She never had a good relationship with her own body. How could she possibly love or accept something so broken, marked with stretched, imperfections, discolorations? How?  Damn, she just wanted to be pretty and skinny and perfect. For so many times she wished she was mentally capable of wearing a dress or shorts or something more …. revealing. Last week when Jason and she were  shopping at the mall, she stopped in front of the lingerie shop, admiring all those fancy panties and lacy bras.

“You like that princess?” Jason smirked coming from behind her back, wrapping arms around her waist and hugging her tightly to his chest, scaring her to death in the process. “I would love to see you in that, one day.”

“ I…..I …..” she stuttered

“why don’t we go inside so you can try it on?” Jason smirked “I’m most definitely ready to buy the whole shop  for you.”

“Why don’t we just go home and stop goofing around?” she wriggled herself free leaving him a bit dumbfounded

“It’s all right, baby. You’re still hot and sexy for me, even without….”

“Mhm, sure….” She mumbled, her eyes wondering all over, hands shaking and she just clenched her fingers to cover up for that. Hot and sexy, sure…. “You know what I just ….. I just remembered something I have forgotten. I…. I need to go to the mall bathroom real quick, all right? You …. Take that and I’ll meet you here in  a moment, all right? Great….” She did not even let him finish, taking off and heading straight to the one place when she could possibly get some peace and quiet.

She never told him she cried her heart out in that tiny lavatory. Quick make up was enough to hide the stains and reddened eyes.

Why was it all coming back to her now?

Just one trigger was enough to get her completely spinning.

“Y/N!”

“Yes, Jane?” she smiled at her coworker, waiting for the words coming

“I’m gonna need you to take some of my work and deal with it”

“I’m sorry, what? Why would I do your work when I got so much of mine?”

“Cause I’m leaving with the boss. He might promote me into his assistant, you know! Which means I am practically your immediate supervisor, and you shall do as I say.

Jane was not the sharpest tool in the shed and definitely not the most hardworking and she was getting promoted. Maybe Y/N truly was stupid for giving so much of herself to work. Maybe she was just not good enough and too quiet to ever be noticed.

Why the hell was all of that coming back now!?

She wanted to try something new and that’s why the girl found herself at the workout class at the gym. Not entirely sure how to use any of that special equipment, just standing like a statue and observing all those fit girls with their perfect figures.

If that was what Jason was watching every time he hit the gym ……

“Hey, are you new here?” a female trainer with the widest smile approached Y/N. “How about I show you around?” Y/N could tell the other girl was being sincere, but she already had enough. She did not fit in here. Not with her T-shirt and leggings serving as a workout suit and covering all those parts of her body that she was ashamed of.

“Um… I… thanks, but I think I actually feel sick…..” she mumbled, spun on her feet and never came back.

Y/N was extremely insecure at this point. She needed a hug. She needed someone to whisper sweet nothings and comforting words into her ear. She needed Jason, but at the same time never wanted to be a burden to him. To put the weight of her problems onto him. But maybe she could just casually call him up?”

“Jason?” she dialed the number and he picked up at the first signal.

“Hi, princess. What’s up there?”

“not… not much…” she swallowed harshly “I just needed to hear your voice….”

“What happened?” oh, he caught up on that little trembling in her voice and became concerned in an instant.

“Why would something happen?” she tried to scoff him playfully, but it did not work at all.

“don’t play with me babe”

“I need you, Jace” she cried into the phone “I’m sorry, please, can you come?”

“I’m on my way. Don’t hung up.”

“It’s not like I’m in any danger……”

“I don’t care. You are shaken so clearly someone upset you. You keep talking to me. I’m mounting the bike and will be there in like ten minutes. You do not hang up on me.”

She did not . At least not until she heard knocking on the door and very disturbed Jason with disheveled hear, in his leather jacket busted through them, immediately wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.

“Jason….” she wriggled a bit

“Hush. Let me hold you for now and then we’ll talk.”

“I don’t want to talk.”

“What do you want?”

“A way out of my head.”

“Cuddles?” he asked

“please……” she whimpered and he didn’t even hesitate picking her up and carrying her toward the couch.

“I can…..” she protested but he cut her off.

“Yes, I know you can walk, but something tells me your legs are going to give up on you soon, so don’t fight against me.”

He laid her down gently, climbing up next to her and sneaking arms around her.

“ Thank you for coming….” She muttered hiding face in his jacket

“You really left me no choice, baby. That phone call was rather disturbing. “

“I;m sorry” she winced ashamed of taking his time and attention.

“Stop saying you’re sorry! Why would you be sorry? Y/N, baby, look at me” his right hand ended up on her cheek caressing it gently “what…..? Ohmygod…..”

“What?” she trembled. Was he going to leave because she was so needy and whiny and shaken? Was he done with her, like all the other boys in her life before? Not that there were many but still enough to leave a scar.

“You feel like you’re not enough.” He stated simply. “you think you are a burden.”

“What? No, of course not! I’m perfectly fine!”

“You’re not. “ Jason shook his head “I know that look. First handed. I used to do that too. Constantly wondering if I was too much to handle for you. If I was only bringing you down.

“You did?” her eyes grew wide. “I never knew…. Why didn’t you tell me?” she lifted herself up, hand lying on his chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart.

“Possibly for the same reason you did not tell me.” He smiled lightly, but his eyes were sad beyond recognition. “Because I love you. And I never wanted to worry you.”

“Jason….” tears started falling down her cheeks “Baby, you have to tell me such things. I love you too, I don’t want to see you hurt or feeling insecure. Ever. I’m here for you, you know there’s not a single thing I wouldn’t do to make you feel better and …. Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re just so sweet, baby. But now, I need you to think about what you just said and turn those words around.”

“What? How….?” She looked at him, a bit confused but only for a second “oh, you little rascal!” Y/N hit his chest a couple times, before he grabbed her wrist and kissed it gently, lovingly “you played me!”

“Yeah, I did. Like a pro, didn’t I?” he smirked, clearly proud of himself

“You made me cry!”

“And I hate myself for that. But it was needed so you would understand exactly how I feel when I see you like that. I’m not good with words, Y/N, I know I’m not, but the feelings I have for you are right here.” Jason closed his eyes and put her hand back on his rapidly beating heart “ there are no words in any language to describe them.”

“I think I might cry again….”she warned, her face twisting

“Go ahead. Here’s the shoulder, dedicated especially to that.” He pointed towards his limb and smiled widely “Y/N….”

“Yes?”

“I bought that thing you were watching at the last shopping spree…..”

“YOU WHAT?! I’M NOT…..”

“Don’t worry,  we’ll get there baby. I’ll be proving to you how wonderful you are, using every method possible. I’ll make all those little voices of yours shut up. And If that may require taking some things off your ….” His eyes travelled over her body with lust, making her tremble “…. Shoulders” he finished smirking “than I’m game.”

[anki-of-beleriand]

A Heart Made of Glass ch.9

Summary: Ten years ago you left Wanda and the Avengers to heal your broken heart. You never stopped being a hero, just as you never stopped being in love with her. But life had to go on.

Now, after all that time, she is back and with her is a young woman needing help and an enemy that may not be as afraid as Wanda to lay a claim on you.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Powered!F!Reader - Scarlet Witch x PoweredF!Reader - Past Wanda Maximoff x Vision - Powered!F!Reader x Carol Danvers

Warnings: Angst, drama, mentions of cheating, fluff, violence, smut, Switch!Reader, internalize homophobia, religious fanatisms, homopobia, hurt, comfort, Wanda being a complete mess, anger management issues, jealousy, Requited/Unrequited love, idiots in love, swearing, mentions of alcohol, violence, multiverse travelling. More tags as the story progess.

Author's Note: This story is a continuation of Dirty Little Secret I was really surprised at the response I got for the story, I did all the tags you guys ask for but if I forgot someone please do not hesitate to tell me. Thank you for the support.

I'm back!

And Carol Danvers is back as well. i'm sorry for the long delay, guys. But this chapter gave me some trouble before making some decisions as to where I wanted to take the story. I hope you like this new chapter, you will have action, flashbacks, and finally the worlds collide.

Remember that English is not my mother tongue so I apologise for the grammar, spelling and funny mistakes.

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Chapter 9

The breaking of the storm

Three months ago – Stark Cabin - Fairburn, Georgia

It didn’t take her too long to locate the cabin.

She stood by the road for a very long time, debating with herself if it would be appropriated to approach the man living there. She was still wearing the clothes she wore to the funeral; the tears were still fresh on her face and the many memories in her mind were threatening to overwhelm her all over again.

The world had changed in the last five years she had been absent.

And yet, many things were still the same.

The service had been sweet, with a long sermon giving by an old priest that praised Steve for his courage and his life. Wanda had almost broken when the priest mentioned Bucky and how Steve’s love for him had made him stronger in the times of need. She listened as everything was revealed, as the lovers were uncovered in front of friends and family, and she realized right there and then everybody knew about it. And everybody accepted it, embraced it, and celebrated it.

“Sooner or later, Wanda, you will need to face the truth…than in all of this, it was you the only one that thought it inappropriate, that punished herself for something as pure as loving another human being.”

Steve’s words resounded inside her mind; Wanda had come to terms with what she couldn’t in her youth. Not only the mistakes of her past actions, but also to the thoughts she allowed herself to govern her decisions, in all reality, just as Steve had told her, her family would have never stopped loving her even if she chose another woman to be by her side. To be the love of her life, to marry and form a family with.

Times had certainly changed, and by the time Wanda had made a decision about her life and what she needed it to do, Thanos had come, and she had missed five years of her life. The sound of birds above her head broke her remembrance of another time; she shook her head and tried to step forward but was unable to do so.

Wanda Maximoff hesitated with her hands inside her pockets, the key to the old Avenger compound wrapped tightly around her hand. She chewed on her lower lip, turning around ready to leave until her eyes fell upon a young girl. She was no older than five years old, with auburn hair, and curious eyes she stood there glancing at Wanda while holding onto a metal glove that fit her small hand.

“Are you lost?” She asked, tilting her head, Morgan Stark took a step closer to the redhead while glancing left then right.

Wanda pressed her lips together shaking her head, “no, I’m not.”

Morgan furrowed her brows, her eyes narrowing slightly though her stance did not lose the easiness she carried with her. Wanda could see much of Stark in the young girl, there was intelligence behind her eyes and also a sense of confidence Wanda never possessed at her age.

“Then, what are you doing?” Morgan asked, this time around she pursed her lips pointing to the cabin. “Are you looking for daddy?”

Wanda sighed glancing down the road, her breath caught in her throat when her clear eyes fell upon the form of Tony Stark. The man was standing by the entrance of the cabin, his eyes completely focused on her and Morgan. With an uncomfortably shifted stance, Wanda glanced back to the girl that still had her eyes on her.

“Yes, I am.”

Morgan broke into an easy smile; she approached Wanda taking her hand in hers while dragging her all the way to the cabin.

“Silly, you can’t stay here. Daddy is having his afternoon tea.”

Tony Stark stood by the porch in his cabin, his heart had almost stopped the moment he realized Morgan had gone all the way to greet the strange newcomer only to realize this newcomer was no other than Wanda Maximoff. In his mind, five years had passed, but the old wounds as well as Wanda’s old transgressions were still fresh in Stark’s mind; he had not forgotten the moment she broke Y/N’s heart. Nor did he forget the fact Wanda sided with Steve when the world needed them the most; seeing her walking down the road with his daughter by her side only made him shiver in anticipation, his hand getting ready to access his armor if necessary.

“Wanda.” He couldn’t hide the coldness in his voice, the young woman winced trying to let go of Morgan’s hand but the young girl refused the gesture taking her past Tony.

“Come! Mommy brought some cupcakes and daddy has to eat his tea or he gets cranky.” Morgan turned to Tony, the innocence in her eyes didn’t allow her to notice the obvious tension between Wanda and Tony.

The man straightened up, his jaw clenching tightly while his eyes let Wanda know she was not welcomed. Wanda knew this, of course. She was risking a lot by reaching out to Tony, but in all honestly, he was her last option.

She didn’t have anyone else.

She was alone. Completely and utterly alone.

Tony dropped his shoulders placing a hand on Morgan’s head, before pointing with his head the house.

“Well, I guess we are stuck with one another for the time being.”

“You don’t have to…” Wanda started, but Tony shook his head.

“Morgan wants you here, come on.”

The house was like nothing Wanda remembered of Tony. There were many electronic devices and gadgets that Tony had adapted to his home, but otherwise this looked like a normal place. Nothing too fancy, and nothing too ostentatious. It was strange to set foot in a place that was not as extravagant as Tony had been once.

“I hope you two are…Wanda? What are you doing here?” Pepper stood by the hall with a tray filled with pastries and two white cups filled with tea.

Wanda offered a weak smile; her heart shrank at the incommodity this situation generated in her. She wished she had thought this through, but in reality, there was nothing she could do. She had been so lost at the funeral, she had been so devastated when she saw Y/N in the arms of another, when she realized after Steve’s death, she was alone.

“I’m sorry to come uninvited, Pepper.” She all but whispered. “I will be out of here in no time, I just…”

Pepper had been frowning at the young woman all this time, but something in her voice and her posture made Pepper softened slightly. She offered a motherly smile pointing to the love chair on the living room.

“Take a seat, Wanda, I will bring another cup of tea.”

Teatime went by uneventfully.

Morgan ended up filling up the silence with her stories, and the adults merely spoke whenever she spoke to them. Wanda couldn’t help the tension growing as the time passed, and the eyes of Tony kept on pinning her with anger and questions. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Pepper grabbed Morgan and left Tony and Wanda alone.

“You have some nerve coming in here, Wanda.” Tony finally commented leaning back on his chair. “I thought by now you would have left to get the normal life you have always wanted. Though, now that Vision is no longer alive, I guess you don’t have much from were to choose, am I right?”

Wanda winced at his honesty, she knew Tony and Natasha had been always advocates of Y/N and had always stood by her side after the incident. The young woman couldn’t help the tears pooling out her eyes, she swallowed down her sadness, trying to collect herself to start talking.

But she couldn’t.

“I…I…am sorry.” Wanda let down a whimper, her tears rolling down her eyes as the pain in her chest became unbearable. She stood on shaky legs, shaking her head while trying to make her way to the door. “I sh-shouldn’t…I will…I will leave…”

But as she said this, her heart crumbled and soon she was on the floor with Tony Stark wrapping his arms around her. Of all the people that she had gotten to know, Tony was the last one she ever thought would comfort her. They had such a troublesome past; she had hated him for so long only to develop respect and then a shaky form of friendship that had always been on the rocks for as long as they had fought on the side.

Now, Wanda couldn’t stop crying and Tony had acted out of instinct.

Wanda cried for herself, for the time she lost. For the things she had done, for Steve because he would no longer be there to comfort her and to be the family she had lost. For Y/N because she hated Wanda, and Wanda knew that regardless of her wrongdoings and her mistakes, she was still pretty much in love with her. Wanda cried because she let her old beliefs, and the words of sin and forbidden governed her decisions at some point.

Wanda cried because she was alone, and she had come to a world in which she was not welcome.

And then, when she thought nothing good could come of this meeting, she had the very same man she had always thought insufferable and narcissistic comforting her. Then a pair of small arms wrapped around her, and soon Wanda felt, for the very first time in a long time, the warmth of a family trying to pick up the pieces of her heart and lonely soul.

*****

Night had already fallen, and Morgan was already in bed by the time Wanda had stopped crying.

The warmth of the mug between her hands brough comfort to her cold chest, she glanced at the fire while trying to ease out her breathing and hearing Tony talk about what had happened after the Blip. She heard about his fight with Steve, how he had given his back to the Avengers to go and form a family with Pepper, how the world crumbled in the very first year before it started building itself.

Tony talked about Steve and Natasha, how they struggled to keep the team alive, to try and look for a solution while also helping the rest of the universe with the help of Rocket and Carol Danvers. He talked about Y/N, and Wanda couldn’t help the fluttering of her heart at the mention of Y/N and how she had been affected by the Blip, how she had met Carol and the bond had been formed.

“She missed you.” Pepper ignored the glare coming from Tony, her eyes were solely on Wanda who was looking back at her with a hopeful glint in her eyes. “Y/N was in a dark place after she saw you vanished into thin air.”

Wanda furrowed her brows at this, “she…she was there?”

Pepper and Tony nodded, and Wanda tried to remember that moment.

She knew you had arrived because your shadows had invaded the battlefield for a moment, but she never imagined you had gone and looked for her. Wanda never imagined Y/N had seen her disappear. Tony shifted on his chair pursing his lips while facing Wanda, his eyes demanding.

“She took it hard and was not the same for a while. Up until she and Carol started seeing one another.” Wanda winced at these words; she looked away trying to hide her pain, but Tony had already seen it. “What are you doing here, Wanda?”

Wanda glanced at the beverage in the mug, she thought about you for a long time. She thought about your voice and laughter, how happy you had seemed with the blond-haired woman back at the funeral. The young woman lifted her face, new tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I’m…I came here to ask for your permission.” She finally said, Tony blinked confusedly at her.

“Permission for what?”

“The…the Avengers compound.” Wanda mumbled. “I know it’s still active but empty and…I… I really don’t have a place to stay. I just…”

“You are alone.” Tony stated not without a tone of reproach in his tone. “This is your own doing, Wanda. I hope you know that.”

Wanda didn’t react at all, but her lips broke into a broken smile.

“I made so many mistakes, Tony.” Wanda all but whispered. “The only thing I did right was…was being with her.”

“And yet, you broke her heart in the worst possible way.” Tony replied, the old anger dripping from his words.

“I know.” Wanda placed a hand on her forehead, she had nothing to lose at the moment and her words came rushing in. Not to give an explanation, she didn’t think her actions have one, but she just needed to let everything out.

For the very first time, she would talk with all honestly to someone that wasn’t Steve.

“I was so afraid to give in, to allow myself to be seen with her.” Wanda hiccupped placing a hand on her mouth, tears rolling silently down her cheeks. “My mother…my father…They always talked to me about sin, I knew what I had always feel, what I am…was a sin. Papa found me once, and he…I never forgot his lesson. I knew I was wrong, and when I saw her and knew I couldn’t breathe without Y/n I just…I was failing papa and mama…you know?”

Wanda shook her head, a gasp leaving her lips while her hand closed tightly around her chest.

“I had failed them, they had died, and I had failed them…time and time again, I failed and then…” Wanda shrugged. “I fell in love with her and I just…I let my family die, I couldn’t…I couldn’t be happy, I shouldn’t…I should do what they wanted of me I just…”

Pepper softened her features, watching the confusion, the conflict running wildly through those green eyes. But Tony remained impassive, hearing everything without giving anything away.

“I just…I couldn’t let them down, them and Pietro and…god, Y/N was just…I was feeling so much…I realized I wanted to have her children, that I wanted…I wanted to leave my powers and…” Wanda suddenly looked desperate, lost, and hopeless. “I know I mess up, Tony, I’m not asking for your forgiveness...I just…I just need a home.”

Wanda broke at the very end; Tony lowered his gaze before settling his eyes on Pepper. For the very first time, Tony wondered what would have happened if Pepper had given up on him. How many times had she discovered him with another woman, how many times she had seen him flirt his way through the parties before he realized that Pepper was all he needed. Y/N had been hurt deeply by Wanda, it was quite evident Wanda didn’t know the extent of Y/N’s feelings for her or what she was ready to do for Wanda.

And yet, Wanda was ready to do the same, but her mind was being tormented by old believes, and the fear of failing her family. The fear of falling into sin, of being less than what was expected of her.

“I know I’m going to pay my whole life for my mistakes, Tony. I know she…” Wanda wrapped her hands tightly around the mug, lowering her gaze she continued with a shaky voice. “I have broken everything that was good for me, and I deserve to be alone. I just…I’m tired.”

Tony stood up making his way to where Wanda was sitting, he knelt down placing a single hand on hers. His face was solemn, and for the very first time he allowed himself to see Wanda the way she was. A young woman lost, not knowing what to do or what road to follow, someone who wanted to be loved, but that didn’t want to fail those she loved anymore.

Ten years were a long time for him to keep a grudge, and for Wanda to still being put down and being ripped from what she really wanted.

“You can stay here tonight, Wanda.” Tony squeezed her hand comfortingly. “You have a home here, and we can talk more tomorrow. The compound is yours if you want to, but for now let me take you to your room. You must be really tired.”

Wanda wrapped her arms around Tony, a small weight lifted from her heart, and a huge void in her soul filled by the affection she felt for the man hugging her tightly. After that day, Wanda would spend five more days in Tony’s home, and she would cry while trying to let out everything she had kept for herself.

The morning of the fifth day was sunny and filled with a warm breeze.

Morgan was checking out the car Tony had given Wanda, while Wanda was trying to reject the gift. Tony shook his head placing the keys in the young woman’s hand, his eyes gleaming warmly while he also extended a mobile.

“You will find my number in there. But…” Here Tony trailed off before speaking again. “You will find Y/N’s number and location.”

Wanda opened her eyes wide, her hand trembling at this revelation. Her lower lip quivered, and she was left speechless for a moment.

“I don’t think…”

“You told me you wanted to talk to her, to mend things, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes, I did but…”

“Or, were you pretending to be interested in patching things up with Y/N?”

“No, no Tony I do but…” Here Wanda trailed off glancing at the phone with trepidation. “She hates me. She…she really despises me.”

“She does.” Tony stated shrugging. “But you don’t.”

Wanda lowered her gaze, her cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“Now, I understand many things, Wanda, and it is time for Y/N to know them as well.”

Wanda shook her head, the fear of a confrontation with you was something that haunted her sleep. There was nothing else she wanted more than to go back to you, but she knew she was late. She was always too late.

Tony closed his hands around hers, the items firmly placed in her hand.

“Talk to her. Perhaps, it won’t be what you want, but being friends could be a start.” Tony then offered a smile, nodding to the car. “Go, get settle, and when you have decided, just call and the ticket to her home would be ready for you.”

Wanda threw herself at Tony, and this gesture caught the older man by surprised. But he returned the hug, and he realized that having a family, having Morgan had changed his vision of the world. And now, he didn’t want Wanda to go around suffering needlessly.

“Don’t wait to long, Little Witch.” He whispered choosing Y/N’s nickname for her. “Go and chase happiness, you will always have a home here.”

“Thank you, Tony.”

Wanda left the place with a lighter heart, and hope in her heart. She glanced at the phone on the passenger’s seat with titillation growing in her abdomen and spreading to her chest.

Perhaps…

Wanda swallowed down and dared not to hope. First things first, she would go to the compound and after that…after that you would look for Y/N. This time around, she was ready to do everything she could to redeem herself and have a chance with Y/N; Wanda drove down the road never noticing the eyes sneaking in the reflection or the purple mist engulfing her mind.

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Present day – Former Avenger’s Tower - New York

The place had never been this packed ever since Loki came crashing down with the Chitauri on his attempt to conquer earth. Tony served some of the drinks, his eyes going over an over to the impatient form of one Carol Danvers, the woman hadn’t stopped looking at her watch and her mobile ever since they got in there with Monica Rambeau.

Natasha grabbed two glasses, winking at Tony who merely snorted while observing the interaction. Carol turned sharply to Natasha, her lips curling lightly into a smile while she received the glass of whiskey she was being offered.

“So, how did you find earth so far?” Natasha was not one to make small talk, and Tony had a feeling he knew why exactly the Black Widow was trying to stall the other woman’s stay in the tower.

You and Wanda were finally left alone to have the long-awaited conversation you deserved to have with one another. Tony then took the other glass walking towards Strange who had dropped on the nearest sofa, with a hand covering his face.

Carol took a sip from the beverage, glancing down to her mobile then back up to a smirking Natasha. The young woman hated the fact Natasha had the knowing glint in her eyes.

“So, are you in a rush?” Carol rolled her eyes at the questions, her lips breaking into an easy smile shaking her head.

“I am.” Carol sighed glancing at Natasha with expectation. “How is she?”

Natasha held Carol’s stare for a moment before shrugging, “she is fine, right now all of us are dealing with the current crisis trying to help America and find a solution.”

Carol clenched her hand around the glass, Natasha heard the cracking sound of the glass though Carol was trying to apply all her self-restrained as to not break the glass. By now, she already knew you were not alone, and that America had gone to you for help with no other than Wanda Maximoff. Carol would be lying if she didn’t admit a part of her was highly jealous of this meeting, she knew as well as everyone else that your love for the red-head witch was something still latent in your heart.

A wave of sudden sadness and uncertainty reached Carol, and the woman jerked away when another hand placed itself on her forearm. Natasha offered the comfort of a single smile, her eyes gleaming with sympathy and understanding.

“Don’t worry, this meeting won’t take long and you will have a chance to go right to her without waiting for me or the Quinjet.” There was a teasing tone in Natasha’s voice, Carol tried to relax but her mind was full of uncertainties, and her heart was aching to see you.

“I know…and I know this is important.” Here she made a face turning her attention to Monica then to Strange. “It seems Maximoff has created a huge trouble, and as always some of us are here cleaning up her mess, right?”

Natasha pursed her lips at this declaration, “It’s not her fault, not completely.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” This time around Strange was the one to talk, he straightened up his back, all eyes of the presents were on him.

The man was looking terrible, with bags under his eyes and the clothes completely messed, it seemed as if he hadn’t sleep for weeks. He probably hadn’t. Tony sat down nodding towards Stephen, glancing at the group before emptying the glass in a single gulp.

“Okay, then, start talking Strange, we’re delaying the space princess over there, and I don’t think she has more patience for this.”

Carol rolled her eyes looking away to try and hide her red cheeks, Natasha chuckled, squeezing her forearm tenderly before joining Tony and Monica. Carol glanced at her forearm before she too joined them with the same trepidation she had been feeling from the very beginning.

“As far as we could find with Wong, Wanda and this woman…Agatha were in possession of the Darkhold.” Strange spoke waving his hands, some of this they already knew but his explanation had to start there. “As I explained to you before, this book is highly dangerous, containing spells that could granted destructive powers to whomever gets a hold of it. One of such spells is called dream walking.”

Tony pursed his lips leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

“You told us this book was missing, alongside the woman Wanda was supposed to trap in the real Westview, right?”

“She didn’t do a very good job, did she?” This time around it was Carol the one to speak, the woman sat down pinning Strange with her eyes. “So, this dream walking ability, what does it do, exactly?”

Strange didn’t know how to explain the technique, he knew as soon as he started talking about it many of them would jump to the same conclusion he did. Though, his own theory still had many holes that he wasn’t sure how to fill in; he let out a heavy sigh hoping once Wong was back, he would have more answers.

“Basically, it is a technique that allows its user to use their counterpart across the multiverse. They can possess their other variants but…” Stephen scratched the back of his head, his eyes focused on every single one of the presents before they settled on Natasha. “The stronger the sorcerer or the witch, the stronger the spell, they can maintain it for a long time, and they are capable of creating the very same creatures that had been chasing America through the multiverse.”

“You are thinking about someone, aren’t you?” Carol crossed her arms shaking her head. “You think it’s Maximoff?”

Natasha shook her head, her hand waving away at this while she glared at the blond.

“Wait a second, Wanda made many mistakes in the past, but this is on a whole new level…”

“I agree with Romanoff.” Tony stated glaring at Carol. “Wanda may have made many mistakes, but this particular case we are talking about murdering to get to an innocent kid…”

“She created and slaved a whole town, I mean…” Carol said shrugging, she turned to Strange nodding. “Besides, I don’t see Strange fighting much my affirmation.”

Everyone turned to Stephen who was looking at some point on the floor, the man sighed lifting his face nodding.

“That’s my theory, actually.” Stephen lifted a hand to stop any arguments, he locked eyes with Tony trying to appear as the voice of reason. “However, I do agree with you. This Wanda, our Wanda has gone through so much…I don’t think it is her, perse.”

Monica furrowed her brows tilting her head, “what exactly do you mean with our Wanda? You mean…”

“I think it may be another version of her.” Stephen stated firmly.

Everyone jumped startled when a glass fell to the ground, Natasha opened her eyes wide turning to Stephen. She was paled, as if all of a sudden, she saw a ghost.

“Dream walking…is it possible…is it possible that they can show themselves in dreams to other people?” Natasha asked. “It is possible for them to…make physical damage through the dreams?”

Stephen opened his eyes at this, he stood up rather fast striding towards Natasha while placing his hands on the Widow’s shoulders.

“What exactly has happened, Romanoff?”

Natasha felt her world turned around, dizziness overcome her as she remember you telling her about your dreams. The hickey…the scratches… and right there and then, Natasha knew you were in trouble. Carol observed the scene and went from Natasha to Stephen and then back, she clenched her jaw understanding without any more words what was happening. She turned around and went right through the window without hearing the screams from Monica and Natasha for her to stop.

Carol would not wait. You were in danger, and she was not about to let anyone harm you. Much less Wanda Maximoff.

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The city of Ulsteinvik was filled with snow and wintery activities that include Winter festival in which the shipyard became the main attraction.

School was over for the day, and many had been invited over to the main festivities that would welcome the weekend. America was bouncing reluctantly around her classmates, her eyes drifting to where you were standing near the car with Vera and other teachers around. She put the jacket around herself, her eyes drifting around until they fell on Wanda; the young woman was strolling down the streets watching everything in awe while trying to locate America and Y/N.

“Hey, America, are you coming?” America turned around to see one of her classmates calling to her, she hesitated nodding pointing in the general direction.

“I will, give me five!”

Wanda smiled at the approaching figure of America; she observed as the teen waved her friends before making her way towards her. America was smiling, her face beaming with emotion at being part of something as mundane as a festival, but also knowing this was the chance she was looking for. The last two days, you and Wanda had been civil around one another, and little by little you had been lowering your defenses to try and get closer to Wanda.

Everything was going according to plan.

“Hey, Wands!” America wrapped her arms tightly around the redhead, Wanda offered a tiny smile fixing America’s hair while pointing to the group of teens waiting at the other end of the street.

“Aren’t you embarrassed to be showing such affection towards me?” The comment was meant to be a joke, Wand didn’t pretend to be nothing else but an acquaintance of America.

The young woman crunched up her nose shaking her head, “Never, Wands you are like…I…you are family.”

Both shifted awkwardly, the conversation dying for a moment until both of you heard your laughter. Vera was rubbing your arm, laughing at something someone else had said; America scowled at her closeness, and she could see that Wanda was not happy with it either. The young woman took that moment to call upon you, making sure everyone turned to see her and Wanda waiting.

“Y/N!! We’re here!” Wanda opened her eyes wide; she saw the glint of mischief in America’s eyes but before she could say something you had already gotten there, your lips breaking into an easy smile.

“Hey, kiddo, ready for the festival?” You passed your arm around her shoulders, America nodded grabbing Wanda’s hand and putting her closer to you.

For a brief moment, America could sense the tension around the three of you. Wanda was almost touching your arms, and you were close enough to see her clear, green eyes gleaming warmly at you. Something inside your heart shifted, and you knew glancing at those eyes was dangerous.

“I am, but I just…” America trailed off looking back at her friends. “I mean, Wanda came over and Kathe and the others are waiting…”

The breeze went pass you brushing your heated skin for a moment, you shot America a quick glance trying to gauge her real intensions but not seeing anything beyond her eagerness to be a part of the festival. Wanda was holding her breath; her whole body was hurting due to the tension she was putting on her posture.

“Go on, I take care of Wanda.” You finally replied, the words of Natasha running around your mind as you realized this could be a chance to have that conversation you have been avoiding the last couple of days.

“Good, you guys are awesome!” She hugged the both of you at the same time before walking back waving. “See you in few!”

A long uncomfortable silence filled the space left by America.

You stood there feeling a pair of eyes on the back of your neck, and you were pretty sure Wanda and Vera had their attention on you. The last couple of days had been strange, to say the least. Wanda, America, and you had been left alone with a great house and a feeling of familiarity you hadn’t felt in a long time. The last conversation you had with Natasha and Yelena had been dancing around your mind ever since they left, and the intensity of those conversations only increased whenever you were alone with Wanda.

And she had been in your mind at all times.

Even when you were dreaming.

The conversation you knew the both of you needed to have had been postponed mainly because you were a coward. And you didn’t want to fall all over again in the same pattern with Wanda, this time around you needed to let everything out and make sure Wanda understood how badly she had messed up.

“You don’t have to, you know?” Wanda broke the silence, her eyes downcast and her posture showing the defeat she had been feeling as of late. “I…I understand and you don’t…I know you don’t want to…”

Wanda shook her head, thinking herself and idiot for thinking perhaps you would want to talk to her, that perhaps this day was what they needed to start building a shaky friendship. But of course, your resentment was strong, and Wanda could not pretend to have the conversation she was dying to have with you to happen anytime soon.

The young witch was turning around ready to stroll around the city before going home when a warm hand wrapped around her wrist. She stopped death on her tracks, turning to face you and finding uncertainty in your eyes.

“Where are you going?” You furrowed your brows, uncertainty filling your mind. You were hoping to break the huge wall that was between you and Wanda, to try and lower your defense and start the process of forgiveness.

To finally hear the advice from Tony, Natasha and even Yelena.

“I…I just thought…” Wanda tried to speak but she had distracted herself with your hand holding her wrist, your eyes glancing at her intently. “I just thought I…walk around the city, you can…I know you must be busy.”

This kind of thing used to be easier.

You remembered all those times in which you would merely whisper a plan, and Wanda was dragging you around to comply with them. Now, everything was uncertain, and your mind kept on playing the treason but also the moments in which Wanda had been hurt, lost…miserable.  You took a deep breath, taking a step closer to her, you let go of her hand and made sure she was listening to you.

“I would like to talk to you, I think this is a long overdue conversation between you and me.” You mumbled shrugging. “But, I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to…”

“I do!” Wanda blushed at the abruptness of her answer, she almost fell on her face while trying to hold her emotions.

You couldn’t help but snicker, Wanda wincing before nodding briefly.

“Yes, I think…we…we need to talk.”

“Good then, now that we’re on the same page I know a place you may like, wanna come?” You offered a single smile, that Wanda returned tentatively.

You were very conscious of the growing tension between Wanda and yourself.

It was something you had been living with in the last couple of months since the witch returned to your life. It was almost impossible not to experience it after the myriad of emotions going through your system whenever you thought of Wanda Maximoff.

Now that the both of you were finally alone by circumstances, more so than by election, and the conversation you and her never have was something quite inevitable right now.  The streets of Ulsteinvik were filled with people all making their way to the harbor and the shipyard, the conversation in a mixture of Norwegian and English made a cacophony of sounds that surrounded Wanda distracted her from her current situation, her mind had been a pool of thoughts and emotions she had been too scare to face but now that she had the possibility, she wasn’t sure how to approach.

Her eyes fell upon your figure, the confidence with which you strolled down the streets made her falter. A tingle filled with anticipation started growing on her stomach, and it spread out to her chest and limbs; Wanda was trying to organize her thoughts, to think on what to say…she thought she was prepared for this confrontation but, as you guide her inside a café and requested for something warm while sitting in front of her she realized, she was not ready.

“You mingled with the people around here quite well.” Wanda commented lightly, lowering her gaze to the table while wiggling her hands. “You have been living here for a long time, right?”

You pursed your lips nodding curtly, if Wanda was nervous about this conversation, you were ready to explode from anxiety this brought to you. Right there was Wanda, as you had always imagined her. Her long hair falling in waves around her shoulders and back, her deep green eyes gleaming with uncertainty and shyness like that very first meeting in which you bowed to love her. How many years had passed since then? How many wounds? How many treasons?

The waitress offered a kind smile while placing the cups on the table.

The warmness of the liquid brushed your mouth, and helped you distract yourself from the inevitable. Wanda played with a napkin, her gestures revealing the same nervousness you had been hiding ever since she got to your place.

“I have been living here for seven years.” You finally revealed leaning back on the chair, your eyes wandering around refusing to look at the woman sitting in front of you. “This place was refreshing for me, a new beginning.”

Wanda chewed on her lower lip, her trembling hands grabbing the porcelain cup warming up her sweaty palms.

“Can I…” She hesitated lifting her face only to see your eyes on her, you nodded curtly raising a single eyebrow at her. Wanda shivered before asking her question. “Can I know what you did before coming here?”

Wanda had never heard of you after you left the Avengers’ compound, you had disappeared and no one, not even Natasha, was able to provide any news about your whereabouts. You tensed lightly remembering those dark times in your life, the traveling through the shadows and accepting random jobs to get some money and make yourself forget the pain of your broken heart.

You rested your hands on the table, knitting your brows together you pursed your lips thinking about an answer. Your whole body ignited when her hand placed itself on yours, and her eyes were showing regret and begging for you to forgive her.

“You don’t…you don’t have to tell me, I just…” Wanda sighed squeezing your hand tenderly. “I was just curious.”

“I was in a dark place, Wanda.” The sound of the customers filling out the café made this conversation a private one, Wanda went rigid at these words.

Your eyes fell on your hands still wrapped comfortingly under hers, your heart was beating fast and a part of you wished you weren’t in love with her anymore. That your heart had healed enough for the woman sitting in front of you to not affect you the way she was doing at the moment.

“I’m sorry.” Wanda whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks, her words carrying with them the weight of your history with her.

You shrugged bitterly, taking your hand away from her while drinking your coffee.

“It doesn’t matter, I was hurt and lost and I just need a way to vent over my frustrations and my pain.”

“Y/N…” Wanda started but now that you had spoken it was impossible for you to stop.

You clenched your eyes closed, before making sure Wanda was hearing everything you had to say. Everything you had always wanted to say to her.

“I was broken, Wanda, I…travel around trying to harm myself, to make my physical pain greater than my emotional one.” You let out a snort looking out of the window. “I didn’t make it, and I grew tired…that was when I let Natasha find me.”

Wanda heard as you told her everything you had done, and a part of her felt grateful for this. It was the very first time she had accessed you, in a way she had lost after that day. You told her about your misgivings, about your findings, how you came to Norway and ended up being a double agent for Tony and Steve. You told her about your falling out with Steve when the man tried to make you find reason and confront Wanda.

“Then, a few months ago I received some tapes…” You shrugged, tired and suddenly lighter, “Westview…my anger and resentment were back and now…I can’t keep living my life hating you, Wanda. I can’t live my life with resentments and without daring to look at you. Not anymore.”

Wanda wrapped her arms around herself, she didn’t know what to say or how to react to your story. The side of the story she had always been curious about, but no one was ready to reveal to her. She heard about your lovers, and her heart broke into a million pieces knowing you had found comfort in other’s arms. She knew she didn’t deserve your forgiveness, the knowledge of you forgetting about her little by little brought pain she had been experiencing all her life.

“It was never my intention to hurt you, Y/N.” She all but whispered, you snorted shrugging once more. Your lips broke into a bitter smile while your eyes shone with unshed tears.

“We can’t help who we fall in love with, right?” You replied in a broken tone, Wanda scrunched up her nose ready to be honest with you for the very first time in a long time.

“I wasn’t in love with Vision.” Wanda noticed the shredded napkin on her hands, her heart was beating painfully hard against her ribcage while she made herself look at you.

Your back and shoulders were hurting for all the tension you were putting in them, this revelation was something you were not expecting. Your eyes finally looked with those of Wanda, and for a brief moment you saw red swirling around her green irises. The dreams that had been plaguing your for a long time coming in several images, Wanda and Scarlet mixing up just as you heard her voice.

Mine. Only mine.

As much as I have always been yours, my love.

“You have a funny way to show you are not in love with him.” You broke the spell shaking your head, frowning while clenching your fists. “You slept with him, and then you spend your time travelling with him, that and let’s not forget Westview and the happy family you had there.”

Anger was far easier than any other emotion, you clenched your jaw watching as Wanda broke in front of you. So much different than Scarlet, and yet…

“I was never in love with him. I was just…a coward. I was afraid.” She mumbled, her head pulsating painfully. Sparks of red appearing on her fingertips, and the blackness she had come to associate with her blackouts flickering in and out of her fingers as she spoke.

“You’re telling me you…you cheated on me with someone you didn’t even love?” You clenched your jaw putting money out of your pocket and leaving it on the table.

Wanda watched as you stood up and left, she hesitated, the pain inside her head almost unbearable a tug on her abdomen making her stand up and follow you.

“I…yes! Yes! I…god, Y/N, I was afraid and I was confused and I just…” Wanda followed you speaking louder, she didn’t realize she was crying until the cold winter wind touch her face. “I didn’t know…It went against everything I had been taught and my parents…my brother…I thought…”

“I was in love with you, Wanda!” You turned around screaming at the top of your lungs. “ I had the ring, and the house…I even had the names of our children…”

“I know…I found them in the compound, I just…” And Wanda felt the pulsating pain in her head mixing up with her thoughts. Scarlet tried to push the other woman away, tried to tell you that the children were yours…that she had seen it all and that she had created the world for you and her, but at some point, her counterpart, this Wanda had messed up.

The people walking down the streets all turned to look at you and Wanda, the both of you were close enough to touch one another yet it was quite evident there was a distance neither one of you knew how to close.  Wanda winced hugging herself tightly, she opened her mouth and closed, the push inside her chest breaking her resolution and her eyes gleamed red for a brief moment until you finally saw it.

One red.

One green.

Her voice, their voices…sounding like one.

“I have lost everything, Y/N. I lost my parents, and I lost myself in hatred and revenge, I gave myself to be an experiment, and then I lost Pietro.” Wanda spoke with a broken voice, she shook her head trying to tell you how she felt. “I could never tell you…you were such…god, you were such a powerful force that made me feel I could do anything, I could be anyone…but then…they started talking about the reconstruction of Sokovia, and Tony brought my parents to be buried alongside Pietro.”

You were trembling in rage and helplessness, Wanda talking about her upbringing. She talked about her mother’s teachings, the church’s teachings and what was expected of her. Wanda spoke about the fears she was not brave enough to tell you for fear of your rejection. She spoke of her papa, and how he had taught her a lesson at some point when she showed her attraction for another woman. The confusion she felt when Vision approached her with a speech about logic, biology and philosophy, about the wrongness of what she was feeling, but also about the nature behind experimenting.

“I couldn’t I just…I didn’t…” Wanda almost felt on her knees, but you were faster than her. She rested against your body, crying with tension building around her body refusing to return your embrace. And in all of this you saw them, Wanda and Scarlet, and your fears and suspicions were clarified at that moment.

They were one and the same, yet two different entities.

“I’m sorry, I never…you…I don’t know why Westview…but they are yours…just yours…” Wanda was crying now trying to get away from you. “I just messed up…I…I’m so broken I just…”

Your heart broke at the sight.

It didn’t justify her, and in all honestly the conversation had not been clear enough. But a part of you, the one that had been running in fear for what you were and who you are, understood.

“I’m sorry.” Wanda repeated over and over, and you put her tighter against yourself.

“It’s…It’s okay.” You mumbled placing a comforting kiss on her head. “It’s okay, Wanda.”

“I can’t…I couldn’t…” Wanda cried softly, and Scarlet pushed through what Wanda had to say all along. “I love you…I…never…I never stop and you…”

Scarlet stirred inside Wanda; she was so close.

It was the right time to make her move. Scarlet was finally at her breaking point, your warmness and your words, the feeling of your skin and your kisses. It was time to get rid of Wanda and for her to come forth. America was around the city and Natasha and Yelena were no longer there.

This time around, the spell would be successful, and Billy and Tommy would be back. And no one would dare to intervene.

“N-No…N-no, please, not…not again…” Wanda screamed in pain, and just as Scarlet was ready to come forth, the humming sound of a flying object approaching broke into the sky.

You tensed.

That humming was familiar, and the hairs at the back of your neck stood up at the energy surrounding such an individual.

You were so distracted you never noticed when the green eyes were lost replaced by the crimson of Scarlet. When you lowered your gaze, the woman was smiling at you, this time around she was not afraid to wrap her arms around you.

“You are mine, detka. Finally.”

“Get your hands away from her, Maximoff!” The golden blast almost made you falter, but your shadows and Scarlet’s reflex were enough to prevent the blast for harming any of you.

Carol Danvers landed with a heavy step, the blasting of energy coming out to put Wanda away from you. The shadows engulfed you separating you from Wanda, while at the same time protecting the redhead form any harms.

“You!” Scarlet growled out, her hands wriggling around with a red mist, while her fingertips started taking in a black colouring. “I won’t let you take her away from me!”

Carol advanced ready to fight the other woman, you opened your eyes wide.

Scarlet wasn’t the only one there.

The red mixed up with purple, and the sky started igniting with runes you had never seen before. The world started trembling, and the smirk Scarlet was wearing told you she was the one working on her magic.

“Carol, wait!” You approached both women, Carol hesitated turning to you with a concern frown when she noticed the blood on your forehead.

“Y/N…” She whispered turning to you, “Strange told us he thinks it is her…”

“I know.” You replied running to the blond woman, Scarlet clenched her jaw refusing to see as Carol’s hand went to your forehead cleaning up the blood in there.

“You knew?” Carol scowled turning her golden eyes to Wanda.

“You won’t have her, Y/N is mine and no one will get in the way.”

At that moment several things happened.

Carol decided to attack Scarlet without hearing your screams of warning, your powers igniting to try and prevent an ever-bigger incident when Scarlet exploded in a bubbled of red mist while the sky above your heads went purple and the runes shone with energy.

Everything around you went black and then, all of a sudden you knew no more.

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You heard the beeping of the machines breaking into your unconscious state.

Your body shivered, and this only made you aware of the deep pain you were experimenting. You opened your mouth, for a minute it took all your energy to get out the simplest of moans charged with pure pain. You tried to remember what had happened, what you did and what exactly did Scarlet and Carol did to put you in such a state.

Your eyelids were heavy, but you tried to open your eyes to see exactly where you were at.

Another moan, this one firmer. Your eyes fluttered open, and you had to blink a couple of times due to the intensity of the light.

“MOMMA!”

“MOM!”

Whatever pain you were experimenting, whatever reluctance you had in regards to opening your eyes completely were soon forgotten when you heard those voices. Two boys voices.

You sat up sharply, this time around a scream of pain left your lips, but your eyes were seeing blurry trying to focus on the two figures standing by your bed. Their little hands grabbing yours, and as you blinked away you started focusing them.

“Momma, momma you’re alive!” One of them said hugging you tightly.

You blinked trying to get away, looking around desperately until you saw her.

Wanda Maximoff standing by the door, heavy bags under her puffy eyes. The tears still fresh and she came right at you closing the space in between you and her, her lips soft and tender against yours. For a brief moment you forgot about everything, your head tilting to deepen the kiss, to get reacquainted with Wanda’s taste. The softness of her lips, the warmness of her body…god you missed kissing her.

“God, detka I though…” She whispered smiling soppily when the twins made gagging sounds at the display of affection.

Wanda smiled at you leaning in to get another kiss, but you backed away almost falling from the bed finally registering what was happening. What you had done moments ago and what the woman in front of you was trying to do.

“What the fuck did you do, Scarlet?!! Where am I?! Where is Carol?”

Wanda stood right away, her hands spreading out protectively in front of the twins. She furrowed her brows tilting her head at you.

“Y/N?” She asked tentatively, you were about to speak but a wave of nausea came right at you.

“What’s…what’s going on?” You asked just before falling unconscious on the bed.

Wanda stood there for a moment, Billy pulling at her hand while glancing at your unconscious form.

“Mom, is momma okay?”

“Yes, dear, she is just…” Wanda trailed off turning to the boys. “Momma hurt herself really bad. Go find uncle Steve and Uncle Pietro.”

Tommy and Billy hesitated but then they nodded and left.

Wanda turned to you stepping closer, her hand placing itself on your forehead, while her eyes gleamed red. She hated to do this, it was an unspoken rule for her to never enter the heads of her friends and family. But your reaction, your questions…and what had happened with Strange’s death and the disappearance of America was enough for her to do this.

“I’m sorry my love, I promise you I won’t look beyond what I need to see.” She leaned in placing a kiss on your forehead, reading inside your mind until a whimper left her mouth. She opened her eyes big, stepping back just on time for Steve and Pietro to show at the door.

“Wanda?” Steve asked tentatively, Wanda turned to him nodding.

“I found America, and she…she is not my wife.” Wanda then wrapped her arms around her boys looking back at you then at Steve. “We are in serious trouble.”

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International Court of Justice Rules That Israel Must Stop Killing Palestinians

World BEYOND War

The International Court of Justice has ruled that Israel must cease its warmaking in Gaza — cease committing and inciting genocidal acts — and that the case charging Israel with genocide must proceed.

DETAILS OF THE RULING:

By 15-2: Israel shall take all measures within its power to prevent all acts within the scope of Genocide Convention article 2

15-2: Israel must immediately ensure that its military does not commit acts within the scope of GC.2

16-1: Direct and punish all members of the public who engage in the incitement of genocide against Palestinians

16-1: Ensure provision of urgently needed basic services, humanitarian aid

15-2: Prevent the destruction of and ensure the preservation of evidence to allegation of acts of GC.2

15-2: Israel will submit report as to how they’re adhering to these orders to the ICJ within 1 month

This is Article 2 of the Genocide Convention:

In the present Convention, genocide means any of the following acts committed with intent to destroy, in whole or in part, a national, ethnical, racial or religious group, as such:

(a) Killing members of the group;

(b) Causing serious bodily or mental harm to members of the group;

(c) Deliberately inflicting on the group conditions of life calculated to bring about its physical destruction in whole or in part;

(d) Imposing measures intended to prevent births within the group;

(e) Forcibly transferring children of the group to another group.

Therefore, Israel must cease killing Palestinians.

This was a make or break moment for international law, or rather a break or make-a-first-step moment. There is hope for the idea and reality of international law, but this is only a beginning.

The president of the International Court of Justice, who read the ruling, is Judge Joan Donoghue, former top legal advisor under Hillary Clinton at the U.S. State Department during the Obama Administration. She previously was the lawyer for the United States in its unsuccessful defense before the ICJ against charges by Nicaragua of minining its harbor.

The court voted for portions of this decision by 15-2 and 16-1. The “No” votes came from Judge Julia Sebutinde of Uganda and Ad Hoc Judge Aharon Barak of Israel.

The case presented by South Africa was overwhelming (read it or watch a key part of it), and Israel’s defense paper-thin. And the case just grew more overwhelming during the bizarre delay (yes, courts are slow, but this genocide is swift).

People all over the world built the pressure to move South Africa to act and other nations to add their support. Over 1,500 organizations signed a statement. Individuals signed a petition by CODEPINK, and sent almost 500,000 emails to key governments’ United Nations consulates through World BEYOND War and RootsAction.org. Click those links because more emails are needed now. While several nations have made public statements in support of South Africa’s case, we need them to file papers officially with the International Court of Justice. To reach out to additional national governments, go here.

Governments that have made statement in support of the case against genocide include Malaysia, Turkey, Jordan, Bolivia, the 57 nations of the Organization of Islamic Countries, Nicaragua, Venezuela, Maldives, Namibia, and Pakistan, Colombia, Brazil, and Cuba.

Germany has backed Israel’s defense against the charge of genocide, which has been denounced by Namibia, victimn of a German genocide. Prominent Jews have denounced Germany’s shameful action.

Mass demonstrations in the streets of the world have continued in support of peace and justice, and to a far greater extent than major media outlets have reported.

Here’s a discussion of this campaign for justice with Sam Husseini on Talk World Radio.

Prior to today’s ruling from the International Court of Justice, the U.S. government pointedly refused to say whether it would comply with ruling, despite insisting that other nations comply with rulings by the ICJ.

Hamas said that it would cease fire if Israel does, and release all prisoners if Israel does

Germany, to its credit, reportedly said that it would comply.

Arming a genocide is complicity in genocide. While Israel gets most of its weapons from the United States, other weaponry comes from Germany, Italy, the UK, and Canada — at least some of which nations also provide parts to U.S. weaponsmakers that provide weapons to Israel. Italian opposition demanded an end to it. And then the Foreign Minister claimed Italy had stopped shipments on Oct 7. Meanwhile, Canada is coming under pressure to cease shipments and prevarications. In Canada, Members of Parliament are among over 250 people hunger striking for an arms embargo on Israel.

People in the United States can tell Congress to stop arming Israel here or here.

President Joe Biden already faces a lawsuit for aiding and abetting genocide in Gaza. In November 2023, Palestinian human rights organizations, along with Gaza- and U.S.-based Palestinians, filed suit in a U.S. federal court seeking declaratory and injunctive relief against the Biden Administration for failing to prevent genocide, and for aiding and abetting genocide. The plaintiffs seek an order to end U.S. military and diplomatic support to Israel. A hearing to address the government’s motion to dismiss will be held at 9 a.m. PT / 12 noon ET today, Friday. The hearing will be webstreamed to the public. You are encouraged to tune in and witness the U.S. government’s attempts at avoiding accountability and justify its support for the genocide that is happening in Gaza.

Handed down on Invasion Day (26th Jan in Australia)

How fitting ❤️ 🇵🇸 ❤️ 🇵🇸 ❤️

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The event underscored the importance of ILO Convention 190 (C190) in addressing violence and harassment at work. "C190 is a transformative tool. It ensures legal protection for all workers, recognizes the impact of domestic violence on employment, and is critical in achieving true gender equality in the workplace." 

Mar 25, 2025

On March 17, 2025, over 183 workers—81% of them women—gathered in Bweyogerere for Uganda’s first-ever Women Workers’ International Women’s Day celebration, jointly organised by PSI, NOTU, and COFTU, highlighting the push for gender equality.

By Everline Aketch

On March 17, 2025, Uganda marked a significant milestone as over 183 workers, 81% of them women from more than 30 trade unions affiliated with NOTU and COFTU, gathered in Bweyogerere for the first-ever Women Workers’ International Women’s Day celebration. This event was organized in collaboration with the Public Services International (PSI), National Organisation of Trade Unions (NOTU) and the Central Organisation of Free Trade Unions (COFTU) under the theme "Accelerating Gender Equality for a Sustainable Future."

A Day of Unity, Music, and Sports

The event commenced with a 2-kilometer march from Namboole Stadium, led by a marching band, bringing together trade unionists, policymakers, and gender equality advocates. The General Secretary of the Artists and Musicians Union energized the crowd with music performances, setting a celebratory yet determined tone for the day. The program also included sports competitions, such as a football match between NOTU and COFTU women, sack races, a 400-meter relay, and a 100-meter sprint, with trophies and medals awarded to outstanding participants. These activities highlighted the collective spirit and resilience of women workers. 

Commitment to Gender Equality in Workplaces

The event underscored the importance of ILO Convention 190 (C190) in addressing violence and harassment at work. "C190 is a transformative tool. It ensures legal protection for all workers, recognizes the impact of domestic violence on employment, and is critical in achieving true gender equality in the workplace." 

There remains a strong commitment to advocating for the full implementation of this convention to create safe, inclusive, and harassment-free workplaces for all.

Recognition was extended to the Government of Uganda for ratifying C190 in 2023, a significant step toward ensuring protection against workplace violence and harassment. Additionally, the 1/3 gender rule has played an essential role in promoting women's participation in leadership and governance. However, there is a need for this principle to be reflected across all sectors of the economy, including workplaces, to ensure true gender inclusivity. 

Government Support and the Minimum Wage Debate

The Minister of Gender, Labour, and Social Development reaffirmed the government’s commitment to:

Integrating C190 into Uganda’s labor laws

Expanding social protection for women in both formal and informal sectors

Enhancing enforcement of workplace safety policies

The event also saw a renewed push for the Minimum Wage Bill, which has remained stagnant since President Museveni’s veto in 2015. MPs present committed to advocating for its revival, recognizing that Uganda’s minimum wage of UGX 6,000 ($1.60) set in 1984 is no longer sustainable.

“It is time to enact fair wages that reflect today’s economic realities,” emphasized MP Ethel Naluyima, echoing the concerns of workers across the nation. 

Findings on Workplace Harassment

A 2022 PSI study on Occupational Health and Safety in Uganda revealed:

A high prevalence of workplace violence and harassment, often unreported

Fear of retaliation discouraging victims from speaking out

Lack of effective workplace safety policies

These findings emphasize the need for the urgent implementation of C190 to ensure that all workplaces are free from harassment and violence. 

Trade Unions Pledge Gender Inclusion

A significant commitment emerged from NOTU and COFTU to promote women into leadership positions, challenging the traditional male-dominated structure of trade unions. Women workers also showcased their entrepreneurial ventures, displaying handmade soaps, food products, and artisanal crafts, illustrating economic resilience despite workplace inequalities. 

Appreciation for Sponsors & Media Coverage

The success of this event was made possible through the generous support of:

Public Services International (PSI) – Championing gender equality globally

SASK Finland – Strengthening trade unions and advocating for decent work

NOTU – A key partner in mobilizing workers and advocating for progressive labor policies 

Media coverage from Daily Monitor, New Vision, and NTV Uganda, major radio channels played a crucial role in amplifying the impact of the discussions, ensuring that these conversations extend beyond the event itself.

A Global Call to Action

This historic milestone for women workers in Uganda marks the beginning of a sustained advocacy effort. Moving forward, there is a need to continue pushing for:

Full implementation of C190 – End workplace violence!

A fair minimum wage – Protect workers from exploitation!

Gender parity in trade union leadership – Women must lead!

Links

https://www.monitor.co.ug/uganda/news/national/mps-push-for-minimum-wage-bill-revival-after-museveni-s-veto-4969356

https://youtu.be/Gbtl2bzE7TI?si=mAxSaOAcaRau0SQM

https://www.pmldaily.com/news/2025/03/iwd-ugandas-women-workers-demand-equality-and-empowerment.html

https://youtu.be/oKk_u0O5IRU?si=_AKe4-A3ML1ZZGFf

https://youtu.be/VbieHxcWi-Y?si=ogizTnv6rqLc3rkE

Everline Aketch

Education Support & Cultural Workers Officer and Sub-regional Secretary for English-Speaking Africa (based in Uganda)

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In many ways, I love living in the digital age. As someone who grew up in the analog world (my first journalism job, as a college intern, involved a manual typewriter and carbon paper), I am still delighted to be able to find out, within 10 seconds, whether a particular movie star is still alive or to share my latest column with the entire world through a social media post.

But the downside of digital life is driving me batty – so much so that I sometimes consider trying to go off the grid altogether to seek a less frustrating existence. I have a fantasy of this simple life that I describe as Full Bore Thoreau. It involves listening to birdsong and reading Russian novels while occasionally using a landline to maintain contact with other humans.

What has brought me to this point? Consider, as one of many examples, my recent adventures with usernames and passwords, involving E-ZPass, the device that allows you to travel through toll barriers without stopping to hand over cash. When I signed up for it many years ago, I apparently got a username and password. And I gave them my credit card information so that it could be charged when necessary.

All went well for years; I would get hard-copy statements in the mail from time to time, but never kept them around for long. I gave this arrangement no thought, until the day I got a voicemail message, claiming to be from a law firm, saying I had accrued massive E-ZPass debt.

I thought it might be a scam so decided to check my account balance, something I had never felt the need to do before. Signing in involved that original username and password. But, horrors! It turned out that my username was not my email address. I tried to retrieve it via my cellphone number or email address but only descended into concentric circles of digital hell. A phone call – old-school, I know – to customer service resulted in a demand for my account number, but in order to get that, I needed to, yes, sign on to my account. Round and round I went.

Of course, an issue like that is minor, one tiny piece of the daily puzzle that involves all the ways that we (and institutions like banks or employers) try to protect digital security. Two-factor authentication now stops us at every turn. To log in, you need to put in the code that’s just been sent to your phone, but as you go to your text messages to find it, the original question somehow has disappeared into the ether.

Those of us who do any freelance work descend to a special torture chamber that comes with registering as a “vendor” with part-time employers. This involves layers upon layers of proving your identity, submitting tax forms and navigating multilayered payment systems with weird names and byzantine processes. Not long ago, I got an email from the accounts payable department of a large media company that began with this less than promising line, including the capitalized F: “Your Form has been received and forwarded for processing.” It then directed me to the “secure onboarding portal”, where many other incomprehensible steps awaited.

All of this, I remind myself, is a result of privilege. These are the very definition of first-world problems, and I’m lucky – in a sense – to have them. But it doesn’t feel that way. Often, I wish I could step off the digital merry-go-round.

At best, such challenges help me to develop patience as I plod through the steps, ask for help when possible (often from a digital native, possibly including my son or daughter), and eventually solve the problem – as I did with the EZ-Pass puzzle.

The solution there, it turned out, was marvelously old-fashioned. I dug out a small notebook from a drawer, filled with scrawled usernames and passwords going back for years. And there the answer was, in all its inky glory. My login was successful, my account balance was fine, and I deemed it unwise to respond to the self-described lawyer.

Victorious for the moment, I moved on to the inevitable next hassle, while dreaming of fishing for my meals from the banks of Walden Pond.

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By outsourcing bookkeeping to professionals, businesses can focus more on core operations while ensuring their books are in order.

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Texas A&M researcher awarded NASA grant to study Martian dunes

Texas A&M University doctoral student Lauren Berger is using a prestigious NASA grant to study Mars' dune formations and uncover secrets about the planet’s environment and wind patterns

Sand dunes on Mars might hold the key to understanding the planet’s mysterious environment, and Texas A&M Geology & Geophysics Ph.D. student Lauren Berger is ready to unlock their secrets. Recently awarded a prestigious grant from the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA), Berger is diving into a project that could reveal new insights into the Red Planet’s wind patterns, atmospheric conditions and more. The FINESST (Future Investigators in NASA Earth and Space Science and Technology) grant supports innovative research in earth and planetary sciences. 

Berger’s project, Insights into the Martian Environment Through Pattern Analysis of Compound Dunes, focuses on studying dune formations on Mars using high-resolution images captured by NASA's orbiting cameras. These “compound dunes”—dunes with smaller dunes layered on top—are well-documented on Earth but remain unexplored on Mars.

“The shape and pattern of these aeolian bedforms—geologic features shaped by wind—can tell us so much about the environment,” Berger explained. “By comparing compound dunes on Mars to those on Earth, we can uncover similarities and differences that could help us better understand the Martian surface and atmosphere.”

This groundbreaking research is supported by the FINESST program, which awarded funding to only 156 projects out of 1,120 submissions. With such a competitive selection process, winning this grant is both rare and significant. 

“Lauren is a passionate and dedicated student,” said Dr. Julia Reece, Berger’s adviser and an assistant professor in the Department of Geology & Geophysics. “The FINESST grant is a great accomplishment for which she can be proud. It will allow her to focus on her research, strengthen her relationship with NASA, and grow as a leader in earth and planetary sciences.” 

Berger, originally from New York, developed her passion for geology and wind-shaped landscapes during her undergraduate years at Occidental College in Los Angeles, where she earned a degree in geology. As part of her studies, she interned at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory, mapping sand ripples on Mars. Her experiences with the National Park Service and NASA fueled her curiosity about aeolian bedforms, leading her to Texas A&M, where she found a program that matched her passion for studying planets and began working with Dr. Ryan Ewing, who now works at NASA’S Johnson Space Center. 

As part of her research at Texas A&M with the FINESST grant, Berger’s first step is to identify all the compound dunes on Mars. Using high-resolution images from NASA's Context Camera and High Resolution Imaging Science Experiment, she will study their shapes and compare them to similar dunes on Earth to better understand how they form and what they reveal about the Martian environment.

“After years of looking at sand ripples as hazards for the Perseverance Rover, which is a NASA robot exploring Mars and searching for signs of past life, I wanted to dive deeper into the science behind them,” Berger said. 

Dr. Marion Nachon, the principal investigator for the research project and an associate research scientist in the department, has been a key mentor for Berger throughout her work. Nachon emphasizes how rare and valuable the FINESST grant is for young researchers, offering a unique opportunity to advance their careers. 

“With this highly competitive FINESST grant award, Lauren is getting an exceptional opportunity to pursue her growth as a motivated and promising scientist,” Nachon said. “She’s reaching for the stars and planets!”

TOP IMAGE: Lauren Berger stands next to a glacier in Iceland during the 2021 SAND-E Mission (Semi-Autonomous Navigation for Detrital Environments), which explored Mars-like terrain to examine how sediments change upriver versus downriver and to test rover science operations and navigation in those environments.  Credit Lauren Berger

LOWER IMAGE: Lauren Berger collects grain-size samples of sand outside the Algodones Dune Field in California. Credit Lauren Berger

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Trusted US Immigration Visa Services | Professional Visa Assistance

Every year, millions of individuals apply for U.S. visas, whether for a short visit, to study, work, or live permanently. The US Immigration Visa Services / Process can be complicated. With strict requirements, lots of paperwork, changing regulations, and long wait times, even the smallest mistake can lead to delays or denial.

That is why professional US Immigration Visa Service legal help is more than just helpful—it’s crucial. Having expert assistance means your visa application is prepared correctly to meet current immigration laws. Whether you are an employer bringing in international talent, a student pursuing your dreams, or a family seeking to reunite, working with an experienced immigration attorney can save you time, stress, and potentially costly errors.

At Gehis Immigration and International Legal Services, we are here to make the process easier for you. With our deep knowledge of U.S. immigration law and our presence in both the U.S. and India, we are ready to handle all kinds of visa cases, from the simplest to the most complex.

Types of U.S. Immigration Visas:

U.S. immigration visas fall into two main categories: immigrant visas for individuals seeking permanent residency (a green card) and non-immigrant visas for those who intend to stay temporarily. Immigrant visas include family-based green cards, which allow U.S. citizens and lawful permanent residents to sponsor close relatives like spouses, children, parents, and siblings. Employment-based green cards (EB1 through EB5) are designed for professionals with job offers, individuals with extraordinary abilities or advanced degrees, and foreign investors contributing to the U.S. economy. The Diversity Visa Lottery Program offers a limited number of green cards each year to applicants from countries with historically low immigration rates to the U.S. Special Immigrant Visas (such as for Special Immigrant Juveniles or religious workers) serve individuals with unique circumstances or humanitarian needs.

On the other hand, non-immigrant visas are issued for temporary purposes, including travel, study, or short-term work. The B1/B2 visa allows for business visits or tourism. Students pursuing academic or vocational programs may apply for F1 or M1 visas. At the same time, professionals may be eligible for temporary work visas such as H1B, L1A/L1B, O1 for individuals with extraordinary ability, or TN visas for Canadian and Mexican professionals under NAFTA. The J1 exchange visitor visa supports cultural exchange programs, internships, teaching, and training. The K-1 visa permits foreign fiancé(e)s of U.S. citizens to enter the country for marriage, expecting the couple to wed within 90 days and begin the green card process.

How Gehis Immigration and International Legal Services Can Help?

At Gehis Immigration and International Legal Services, we understand that no two immigration cases are alike. We start with a personalized case evaluation, taking the time to understand your unique background, goals, and immigration history. Based on that, we offer strategic visa planning to help you choose the best path forward if you are applying for a family-based green card, a work visa, or any other immigration matter. Our team assists with every step of the process, from gathering and organizing your documents to preparing and submitting your application with precision.

We also provide thorough interview preparation and guidance for consular appointments, helping you feel confident and informed when speaking with immigration officers. And if your case has been denied, we are here to support you with appeals, motions to reopen or reconsider, and other legal remedies. With offices in both the U.S. and India, our team is well-positioned to handle cases globally and provide support across time zones. When you work with us, you are not just hiring a law firm; you are gaining a dedicated team that stands by you from start to finish.

Visa Services Offered By Gehis Immigration and International Legal Services:

Beyond routine immigration filings, Gehis Immigration and International Legal Services handles high-stakes visa matters that require deep legal insight and experience. We assist with waiver applications such as I-601, I-212, and 212(d)(3) for clients who may be inadmissible due to past immigration violations or other legal barriers. These cases demand careful legal strategy and persuasive documentation, and our team is equipped to help you build the strongest case possible.

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To schedule your consultation, reach out to us through our website or call our office in India. Whether you’re just exploring your options or ready to apply, we’re here to provide trusted support and legal insight.

Final Word

Immigrating to the United States is a major step, and it deserves thoughtful, experienced legal support. At Gehis Immigration and International Legal Services, we understand your dreams, your concerns, and your determination. No matter how complex your case may seem, we’re here to guide you with honesty, care, and the highest level of professional service.

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Meeshayha’s Closet Internship Program fashion students/ business students or looking for work opportunities!!❤️

Experience luxury fashion from the inside out.

Meeshayha’s Closet is offering exclusive internship opportunities for driven individuals passionate about high-end fashion. This immersive program provides hands-on experience, mentorship, and the chance to work alongside industry professionals in a luxury brand setting.

Internship Details

• Duration: 3 to 6 months (with the potential for extension or full-time hiring).

• Commitment: Part-time or full-time (flexible, but a minimum of 15-20 hours per week).

• Location: Remote & in-person opportunities (varies by role).

• Compensation: Unpaid (with valuable industry experience, networking opportunities, and potential full-time placement).

1. Creative & Design Department

Creative Director Intern

Role: Work alongside the founder to shape the artistic vision of Meeshayha’s Closet.

What to Expect:

• Research and develop seasonal collections and luxury aesthetics.

• Work on brand storytelling and visual identity.

• Assist in high-end photoshoot planning and campaign direction.

• Collaborate with designers and marketing teams.

Fashion Designer Intern

Role: Support the design team in creating couture-level pieces.

What to Expect:

• Sketch and design luxury garments.

• Select and test high-end fabrics and embellishments.

• Assist in pattern-making and prototype development.

• Work on trend forecasting and research.

3. Branding & Marketing

Brand Strategist Intern

Role: Help define Meeshayha’s Closet’s luxury identity.

What to Expect:

• Research competitor brands and market trends.

• Assist in brand storytelling and positioning.

• Develop brand guidelines and campaigns.

Marketing Director Intern

Role: Develop and execute high-end fashion marketing campaigns.

What to Expect:

• Work on social media marketing and luxury PR.

• Assist in advertising and influencer outreach.

• Research luxury consumer behavior.

Social Media & Content Intern

Role: Elevate the brand’s presence through digital storytelling.

What to Expect:

• Create exclusive content for Instagram, TikTok, and Pinterest.

• Engage with luxury fashion influencers.

• Monitor social media analytics and trends.

4. Sales & Retail

E-commerce Intern

Role: Manage the luxury online shopping experience.

What to Expect:

• Assist in website updates and product listings.

• Optimize the checkout experience.

• Analyze online sales data.

Customer Service & Client Advisor Intern

Role: Deliver world-class service to elite customers.

What to Expect:

• Respond to customer inquiries with professionalism.

• Assist VIP clients with personal shopping needs.

• Create an elevated customer experience.

Business Development Intern

Role: Expand the brand into new luxury markets.

What to Expect:

• Identify strategic partnerships.

• Research growth opportunities in fashion retail.

• Assist in high-level business planning.

How to Apply

Interested in stepping into the world of luxury fashion? Submit your resume, portfolio, and a cover letter detailing why you’d be a great fit for Meeshayha’s Closet.

👉 Email: meeshayhascloset@gmail.com

👉 Subject: [Internship Position] – Your Name

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How Berakah Study Abroad Helps You Navigate Visa Applications

Are you planning to study abroad and looking for the perfect guidance to navigate the complex visa application process? Berakah Study Abroad, one of the best study abroad consultants in Kerala, is here to assist you every step of the way. From securing the right documentation to understanding specific visa requirements for your destination country, our foreign study consultancy ensures a smooth and hassle-free experience.

Why is the Visa Process Crucial for Your Study Abroad Journey?

The visa application process is one of the most important aspects of studying abroad. Without a valid student visa, you won’t be able to enter or study in your chosen country. Different countries have different visa requirements, and getting the documentation right can often be confusing. With the help of study abroad consultants in Kerala, you can simplify the process and ensure that all your paperwork is in order.

How Berakah Study Abroad Guides You Through the Visa Process

At Berakah Study Abroad, we specialize in guiding students through the visa application process with ease. Here’s how we help:

1. Expert Consultation and Guidance

As the best study abroad consultants in Kerala, we provide personalized consultation to understand your goals, the country you wish to study in, and the course you want to pursue. We help you determine the specific visa requirements based on your chosen destination.

2. Assisting with Required Documentation

Visa applications often require a number of documents such as admission letters, proof of financial stability, passport copies, and more. Our abroad education consultants in Kerala will provide a clear list of all the required documents for your specific visa application, ensuring you don’t miss any crucial paperwork.

3. Filling Out Visa Applications

The best overseas education consultants in Kerala like Berakah offer assistance with filling out your visa application accurately. We ensure that all information provided is correct to avoid unnecessary delays or rejections.

4. Visa Interview Preparation

Some countries require a visa interview as part of the application process. Our abroad study consultancy in Kerala provides mock interviews and tips on how to answer questions confidently, preparing you to make the best impression on the visa officer.

5. Liaising with Authorities

Dealing with consulates and embassies can be challenging, but as the top study abroad consultants in Kerala, we act as a liaison between you and the relevant authorities, ensuring your visa application moves forward smoothly.

6. Timely Follow-Up

The visa process can sometimes take time, and waiting for approval can be stressful. As the best abroad study consultancy in Kochi, Berakah keeps track of your application status and follows up with the authorities, ensuring you don’t miss any deadlines.

7. Post-Visa Assistance

Once your visa is approved, we provide support in terms of travel arrangements, pre-departure briefings, and guidance on what to expect when you arrive at your study destination. Our educational consultancy in Kerala ensures you're well-prepared for the journey ahead.

Why Choose Berakah Study Abroad for Visa Assistance?

Expertise in Foreign Education Consulting: As one of the best study abroad consultants in Ernakulam, we have a deep understanding of international education systems and visa procedures.

Tailored Services: Every student’s visa needs are different. We provide personalized services that align with your specific country and course requirements.

Experience and Network: With years of experience and connections with various embassies and educational institutions, Berakah has established itself as a trusted name in overseas education consultancy in Kerala.

Proven Success Record: Our clients' success stories are a testament to our ability to guide students to success. Whether you’re in Kochi or Ernakulam, we are consistently rated as one of the best overseas education consultants in Kochi.

Navigating the visa process for studying abroad doesn’t have to be daunting. With the right guidance and expertise, you can focus on preparing for your exciting new journey while we take care of the paperwork. Berakah Study Abroad is your trusted partner, offering everything from abroad education consultancy in Kerala to expert visa services. Whether you’re looking to study in the USA, UK, Australia, or any other destination, Berakah ensures your visa application process is smooth, efficient, and successful.

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Top China Freight: Your Trusted Partner for Global Logistics

In today's fast-paced global economy, the need for efficient and reliable logistics solutions has never been more crucial. As businesses expand internationally and cross-border e-commerce continues to grow, finding a trustworthy freight forwarding partner becomes essential. Top China Freight is here to meet these demands, offering professional and seamless logistics services that span the globe.

Top China Freight specializes in providing comprehensive international shipping solutions, including air freight, ocean freight, and customs clearance. Whether you need to ship goods to or from China, or manage complex supply chains, we ensure that your shipments are delivered on time and in perfect condition.

One of our core strengths lies in our ability to offer tailored logistics services. We understand that each client has unique needs, whether it's shipping bulk cargo or small packages for e-commerce businesses. Our team works closely with customers to provide personalized solutions that optimize both cost and efficiency.

We also recognize the importance of technology in modern logistics. With our advanced tracking systems, customers can monitor their shipments in real-time, ensuring transparency and peace of mind throughout the process. From China to any destination around the world, Top China Freight is dedicated to providing a smooth and hassle-free shipping experience.

In an ever-evolving industry, our commitment to innovation, reliability, and customer satisfaction makes Top China Freight the preferred choice for businesses looking to grow their international footprint. Whether you’re a large enterprise or a small business, we have the expertise to handle your shipping needs with care and precision.

Choose Top China Freight for a trusted logistics partner that understands your business needs and is dedicated to delivering excellence every step of the way.

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