#now to get ready to see the sad edits tomorrow

[deathbyfiction]

[merchen-aeravellae]

Little Princess

Part 1

Yandere Royal Family x Fake Princess!Reader

Warning: yandere, platonic yandere, possessiveness, potion It's my birthday and this is my gift for you, It's 11:59 but it's still my birthday, not edited, tomorrow I will edit it.

The empire is getting ready for the most important celebration of the year. The imperial family is decorating the palace with gold and silver decorations, and diamond gifts are the sensation of the moment. However, a room that has been accumulating dust for years will be the cause of all plans crumbling.

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Yandere family is excited about the approaching date. Their little princess is reaching the age to debut in high society, and they cannot miss the opportunity to show you off to others.

Yandere family has all the servants decorating the castle, and they have the citizens decorating the village not that anyone is complaining. They have turned your birthday into the most important celebration of the year, always celebrating in grand style without skimping on expenses. You deserve the very best, and this year is no exception.

Yandere family is searching for you all over the castle to drag you along to find new dresses for the occasion. However, you are hiding in every possible place to avoid being found. You argue that you already have many dresses, but they don't care; they still want to buy you more.

Yandere family doesn't realize that you're hiding in the library where the history of the empire and the royal family is kept. You usually don't go there, or rather, you're not allowed to be there, which makes it the perfect place to avoid being sought out.

You tried to enter the room, but it seemed locked. However, you had been living in this palace long enough to learn how to open its doors without the need for a key. You quickly closed the door and pressed your ear against it, listening to several pairs of footsteps in the hallway. You didn't move from that spot until you stopped hearing them. You walked around, observing your surroundings; there were dozens of books everywhere, from the tables to the shelves.

You grab several books out of curiosity, but none capture your attention for long. That is until a series of books supported on the highest and furthest shelf from the others catches your eye it seems like they didn't want these books to be found. You use a nearby chair to reach them.

You read the title aloud, 'History and Genealogical Tree of the Imperial Family.' It's the first time you've read a book related to your family's history. Your curiosity overcame you, and you kept reading until you reached the part about your closest family members.

But it seemed that someone had made modifications to the book; someone had tried to cover up a name. You suppose it's yours since the person didn't do a good job, and you could still see some letters that you recognized as your own name. They had placed your sister's name over yours, and you didn't know the reason for that.

You continued reading to find the reason for this change, and finally, you reached the notes. A chill ran down your spine. In the notes, it was written about the true identity of your older sister and how someone else had been occupying her place for a long time. That person was you.

Yandere family doesn't understand your sudden change in personality; now you're thoughtful all the time, and they are sure you've been crying. Initially, they thought that the decorations and dresses were the cause of your sadness – not good enough or expensive enough for you. However, even after changing everything for something more luxurious, you remain the same.

Yandere family is desperate; they don't understand what's happening, searching far and wide without finding a logical reason. They press you until you can't take it anymore, and you confront them for having hidden the truth about your origins for so long.

Yandere family is surprised and horrified that you now know the truth. They waste no time in finding culprits: was it the servants, the guards, a family member? No matter who it was, their head will be displayed on a pike for the crime they committed.

Yandere family try to talk to you and explain the situation, but you refuse to listen. They are so desperate that they get on their knees to beg for your forgiveness, but not even that works to make you glance in their direction. It is at that moment that they devise a plan to uncover the truth and get rid of the culprit.

Yandere family quickly realized the truth; the forbidden library was unlocked, and it seemed like someone had been lurking around. A book that should have been burned long ago lay on the floor in a corner with all its pages crumpled.

Yandere family already have plans to remedy the situation, but they must act as soon as possible. A few days ago, you tried to escape, claiming that you need to find your biological family and seek answers to your questions. Your biological family may start praying that you never find them; if you do, your adoptive family won't hesitate to bury them alive in the depths of the earth so they never see the light of day again.

Yandere family have you locked in your room now, not wanting to take the risk of you trying to escape again, and this time succeeding. They sought out the most powerful witch in the empire to help them fix the situation. The solution is to make you believe it was all a dream. Initially confused, the witch provided them with a potion and detailed instructions on its usage.

Yandere family gave you the potion in one of your meals. They didn't want to do it, but they felt they had no other choice. At first, you refused to eat, but it didn't last long. Accustomed to having a full stomach, a single day of not ingesting anything made you feel sick. Your room was a mess, and you curled up in a corner. Your older sister tried to approach, but you quickly moved away as far as possible. She looked at you with sadness in her eyes, left the food on the bedside table, and left, locking the door behind her. You didn't take long to start eating.

Yandere family worried when you fell ill, even though they knew it was just the potion doing its work on your body and mind. You stayed in that state for days, and they took advantage of the time to remodel the library. They couldn't get rid of the book because it would be too suspicious, so they simply replaced it with a different one. The author who wrote the notes "disappeared" one night, and they never found them.

Yandere family were relieved when you woke up several days later, confused and unsure of the date. You were scared that your family acted as if nothing had happened. Your room was tidy, and the things you broke were arranged without a scratch. They told you that you fainted while trying on a dress for your celebration, and you hadn't woken up since then.

Yandere family know you won't stay still and will search for the family book in the library again, but this time, they are prepared.

You are confused when you read the book with the family tree; your name is alongside the rest of the royal family members, and the note about you taking the place of someone else is nowhere to be found. Was it all a dream? Everything felt so real; now, you don't know what is true and what is a lie.

Yandere family observe your behavior; you no longer reject them, but you also don't get too close to them. It's progress, and they know that sooner or later, you will come to them.

Yandere family are overjoyed when you apologize. At first, they acted confused, but when you explained that you had strange dreams, and that's why you acted strangely these past weeks, they "forgave you" and asked you to continue with the preparations for your birthday to proceed as usual.

Yandere family shed tears of joy and a bit of envy towards the other eyes watching you when they see you descending the grand staircase like an angel meeting its faithful devotees, blessing them with your presence.

Yandere family "They abandoned you, but we can protect you. The world is cruel, and our greatest desire is to safeguard your innocence."

[leaderwon]

hi! could you please do a part 2 to enha forgets ur birthday? pls part 1 was so good🫵🏼🫶🏻 i just wanna see them grovel lol

non!idol enhypen x non!idol reader

forgetting your birthday pt. 2 !

pt. 1

warnings : she/her pronouns used, cursing, crying, mentions of grief.

luna's diary : this one kinda sucks ugh. HELLA RUSHED because I went to a trip (Singapore + Malaysia) AND THE CELL SERVICE WAS terrible I'm so so so sorry anons this is very dissapointing but I felt bad making yall wait for so long. Promise to edit this as soon as I reach home!

HEESEUNG

After the realisation that your boyfriend, had indeed forgotten your birthday, the birthday spirits you had in the starting of the day had blown away. As promised he appeared to your door step with flowers in his hands as he murmured a set of apologies for forgetting your special day. Saying you were mad at your boyfriend would be a huge understatement. You were furious with a hint of disappointment. "baby I'm sorry please" he said as you closed your eyes felt a few tears threatening to fall. Noticing this heeseung hugged you tight and ran his hands in your head wondering how he could make it up to you. He knew he messed up and this couldn't be mended easily. Like a broken dam, your tears started flowing uncontrollably. "How could you forget hee?" you questioned him finally using your voice for the first time since he arrived. "I know pretty girl im so sorry" he said as his voice hitched and eyes swelling up with tears, his mind running on a marathon trying to find ways to make it up to you. Like a bulb lighting above his head, he left you on the spot and rushed to the living room.

A few minutes later he rushed back ushering you to follow him. Upon reaching the living room you saw a beautifully decorated living room with fairy lights, your favourite blankets with your snacks and your favorite movie ready to play. A smiled adorned your features as you heard him say "i know what I did was terrible but let me try to make it up to you".

JAY

He was at a party with the boys when you made him realised that he had messed up the date. He couldn't believe it. This man was shocked, mind blank wtf type shock. By the time he reached home he was already in tears. But when he saw how dark your house was with sadness evident on your face as you slept in your bed he broke down right in front of your sleeping figure.

How could he mess up the date that marks your creation? He was more dissapointed in him than you were tbh. You were soon awaken by the sounds of your boyfriend's cries. "Baby what's wrong?" You questioned him cradling his face. "I'm sorry princess I'm so sorry i can't believe I forgot your birthday"

He was more heartbroken than you were, his emotions all over the place. "Baby it's okay i promise" Cuddles and kisses you the whole night and clears his schedule for the next day.

JAKE

The whole day you patiently waited for Jake to show his existence to you. It was your birthday and you were excited to spend the day with him. But to no avail, he didn't show up. Deciding to occupy yourself with your phone, you saw a notification indicating that Jake had uploaded a story. The light in your eyes faded away as you took in Jake with Iseul, a junior, on your birthday.

Having done with this, you decided to finally text him. Upon realising what he had done, he rushed home to see you on the couch with a dark cloud above your head. "Hey baby" Jake started slowly. "I'm really sorr-" "Save it Jake I don't want to hear it" You responded cutting him off. "But baby you know Iseul is like a younger sister to me" He started again. He was walking on eggshells right now knowing that if he said anything wrong you would crack. "I get that she's a younger sister to you, but Jake it's my birthday, you could have comforted her tomorrow, but my birthday wont be tomorrow" You replied. "I waited for you so long, try and look at this in my point of view Jake" as you said that his eyes softened. "I'm so sorry, i get why you're mad at me baby please let me try and make it up to you" He said trying to mend things. "Just give me time Jake, i don't think I'll get over this easily" You said as you left the house.

You were back 3 hours later, with jake in the same spot you left him. He expression blanked as he looked at you. You were spooked out by him as you stared back at him for a moment. "Are you just gonna stand there for the rest of your life?" You asked giggling. Hearing your precious laughter he looked at you with a slight smile on his face. "Baby, I'm sorry i really am. I don't know how it managed to slip out of my mind. I swear i remembered it I'm so sorry" He said starting to ramble as you looked at him. His words barely registered in your mind due to how fast he was speaking. "Jake it's okay" "and i get it if you're still mad at me and don- wait what?" He asked confused. "You accept my apology?" He continued as you nodded. Finally moving after hours he engulfed you in a hug. "Thank you Thank you, I'll make sure this never happens again" he said gratefully. "You better not do this shit again" You said.

"Now tell me the Iseul tea"

SUNGHOON

When you asked him if he checked his calendar out of the blue he was confused. Why would you suddenly want him to check his calendar?

Upon actually checking his calendar he went pale realising he forgot your birthday, an occasion that shouldn't be remembered through a calendar. This guy was going through five stages of grief.

"no way i forgot my princess' birthday"

"how the fuck did I manage to forget her birthday?"

"God please let this be a dream"

"i forgot her birthday"

"okay i forgot her birthday, let's make it up to her" He said finally reaching the last stage of grief, acceptance. He rushed to your house to see you not there. He called your name multiple times hoping to get an answer from you finally seeing you sitting in the balcony.

"Hey baby, whatcha doin'?" your boyfriend asked you slowly walking towards you. "Nothing just sitting" You replied slowly, sadness evident in your voice. "Baby" Sunghoon starts again sitting next to you this time. He passed you a chocolate eyeing you to open it.

Upon opening it you noticed a small peice of paper with "I love you" and "I'm sorry" written on it. "I don't know how it slipped my mind, princess. But I will make it up to you, I promise". You understood his point of view, it was common to forget stuff. Though you were still hurt by this, you laid your head on his shoulder and the both of you silently enjoyed the scenery your balcony offered in silence.

SUNOO

The day had ended by the time your boyfriend had finally remembered your existence and decided to text you. You had held a party to celebrate your special day with your friends and family hoping to see a sign of sunoo. When sunoo had first texted you, you were shocked to find out that he had absolutely no idea what party or what special occasion you were talking about. You were devastated to find out that not only did he not know what day it was, but he expected you to tell him.

What kind of boyfriend doesn't remember his girlfriend's birthday and then expect her to tell him? You were mad at him with alot of hurt lingering inside you.

The clock read 1:30 am the moment he stepped inside the house. Looking around he saw leftover confetti, balloons and alocholic beverages yet to be picked up. All of this indicating that there was infact a party held. Sunoo knew that what he had done would not take a good turn and that it would take alot of fighting and apologizing to make it up to you. Spotting you with tears in your eyes, he made his way to you slowly pulling you into a hug and started apologizing.

He was sorry and guilty, you knew he was. But him expecting you to tell him that it was your birthday was where you drew the line.

You were unsure on whether you could forgive him at all. He promised to take you out tomorrow and attempt to make it up to you. You knew that wouldn't heal the hurt this had caused you, but you appreciated his efforts and agreed as you hugged him back.

JUNGWON

Out of all the people you liked in your life, you never expected Yang Jungwon to forget your birthday. If someone told you he would, you would laugh your ass off. But now, you were in tears as you held your phone finally deciding to text him.

You were in disbelief as you found out that he thought your birthday was next weekend. Thoughts like "How can someone mess up their lover's birthday?" "does he care less to not know which day" were running through your head.

He rushed into your home apologizing immediately mentioning how much he had planned and got a date wrong. He was on the verge of tears as you looked up at him rambling.

"Baby i promise i remembered, look I even had some gifts prepared" He said as he sped walk towards your shared dresser in the bedroom opening up a random compartment you had no idea existed. "What the fuck? Since when was that there?" You asked him in utter shock.

"It's always been there baby, you never noticed it" Jungwon said taking out a huge amount of gifts for you. "You weren't kidding when you said you were prepared huh?" You spoke as you scanned the bags. "Since last month" He winked at you as he led you to your living room.

"I'm so sorry, i can't believe I forgot your birthday I'm such a bad boyfriend" Jungwon apologized to you as guilt and shamed swirled in his orbs ( is this even right wtf - leaderwon ).l

"Won it's fine, don't worry" You said as a smile finally made its way on your face. "Now let's see what you got me I'm so excited" you said again as you smiled wider in happiness.

NI-KI

You were raging as you watched him play his video games for the entire day. You weren't an anti of games for you were also into playing. But it was your birthday today, a day he was supposed to spend with you instead of the ps5 Jay had gotten him on his birthday last year.

You were heartbroken as you tried to knock some sense into your boyfriend. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Finally giving up, you took your wallet and coat and left the house to get fresh air.

You could feel your phone vibrate as Ni-ki spammed your phone asking where you were. You decided against on replying and just walked ahead. Soon, you heard your boyfriend call your name from behind as he ran towards you. You tried walking faster since you didn't want to be with him at the moment. But your luck was unfortunate as he had legs long asf and caught up to you within moments.

"baby stop, come back home it's late" he begged. "Go back to your game, it's never too late for that" You said in a monotonous tone. "I'm sorry" "Sorry won't fix the day I lost waiting for you to fucking realise and rejecting all my friends who cared enough to want to spend the day with me" You said almost tearing up and walking again.

"I'm sorry" You heard him say as he stopped following you. You never heard his voice be so gentle in the 2 years you have been dating him. His voice sounded like he was on the brink of having a mental breakdown. "I really am" He said again and your heart dropped. You wondered if you were being too harsh on him.

Frozen in place, you could feel the tension in the air as the cool air blew through your hair. You were trying really hard to stay strong and hard but when you turned back to look at him, you could feel your heart drop to your stomach. You knew you were soft for this man, but the moment you looked at him you could feel emotions that you weren't aware yu could feel.

"Please" You heard him say. His eyes were pitiful with a tear threatening to fall. "I know i fucked up but please please let me try and make it up to you". You couldn't bare to see him like this anymore. "Fine" You sighed and walked towards him again.

You were hurt he missed your birthday, yes. But seeing him like that hurt you more. You knew you were deep as you held his hand and walked to the house the both of you resided in.

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[angstysebfan]

Just Friends - Part 2

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: What happens in the aftermath of part 1, and will Bucky be able to fix this? Warnings: Angst, talks of manipulation, Bucky is a bit of an asshole, cursing

A/N: Hope you like Part 2 as much as Part 1! None of my stories or edited or beta’d so sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. If you want to be a part of my permanent taglist, please request letting me know that you want to be on the permanent one.

Part 1 here

You stay in your room for the rest of the day, not wanting to see or talk to anyone, especially Bucky. You just can’t understand how the hell this all happened. Two days ago, you were taking a nap together in each others arms, and now he doesn’t even want to be friends with you. Your heart is beyond broken, and the love you feel towards him makes you sad. You didn’t just love him as a friend, you were in love with him, and now you feel stupid. You know who is responsible, besides Bucky being a complete moron, Dot. That bitch has it coming to her.

You hear a knock on your door, and a part of you hopes it’s Bucky saying he made a mistake, but when you open the door you see Steve. The smile he was wearing falls when he sees your tear stained face.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks.

You nod, not wanting to talk about it, especially with Bucky’s now one and only best friend. Steve just looks at you, not believing you.

“Okay… well we have a mission, you free to leave tonight?” he asks.

“Yeah, absolutely. What time?” You can’t help the relieved feeling that you will get away.

“Need you ready to go with Nat in an hour” Steve says in his ‘Cap’ voice.

You salute him and close the door, to start prepping your departure. This mission could not come at a better time. You hope that some time away will help Bucky come to his senses, or maybe help you realize that you are better off without him.

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You've been gone for two weeks and are dead exhausted when you and Nat exit the quinjet back into the compound. It was a brutal mission, and you probably have a few bruised ribs with a of bruises and scratches around your body. But despite it being brutal, it was a success. You and Nat go your separate ways to your rooms, knowing you will be up early tomorrow for a debrief. As you enter the hallway where your room is, you hear moans and groans coming from Bucky’s room. You curse yourself knowing what he's doing and who he's doing it with. You hear Dot’s voice “Harder Bucky, oh god… harder”, which makes you cringe and your stomach churn.

You tried to not think about the blue eyed super soldier over the last two weeks, and while you were busy getting the crap kicked out of you that was easy, but the downtime he was the only thing on your mind. It really pissed you off, but you knew you were hoping you would come home and he would be waiting for you, begging for forgiveness. Guess not. Dot really has her hooks in him, and if they are still together, than you know he did not tell her that he is going to stay friends with you. So it's officially over between you, and that thought is devastating. 

You go to your room and jump in the shower to drown out the noise coming from the room next to you. When you come out, you continue to hear the moaning and know you'll never sleep with that racket. You quickly change into sweats and a t-shirt and decide to head out to the common room to sleep on the couch. It's better than the alternative. You plop on the couch and cover yourself with a blanket, turning on the TV to have some background noise. You are not there more than 2 minutes when Bucky comes out, heading toward the kitchen in nothing but a pair of sweats. You try to shrink yourself so he doesn’t see you, but with the TV on, it was only a matter of time before he turns in your direction. When he does his eyes lock with yours and he slowly walks toward you.

“Hi” he says quietly.

You sit up, “Hi” you say back.

He looks relieved almost, but you think it’s just your exhaustion, you know he doesn’t care that you’re back. The awkward silence is driving you crazy, but he finally breaks it. “Wh-when did you get back?" he asks quietly.

"About an hour ago," you respond.

"What are you doing out here?”

You can’t help but let out a breathless laugh. “Well it's kinda hard to sleep when your neighbor is fucking the lights out of their girlfriend and she's loud as hell.” You spat allowing the anger of seeing him engulf you.

Bucky's shocked by your outburst and then looks guilty, and uncomfortable. “I.. uh sorry,” he says, taking a step toward you.

“Whatever. But don't worry I'll make sure to keep my distance for you both so that I don't make her uncomfortable again,” you say with venom in your voice.

His eyebrows shoot up at that comment. He hates that he forced you to hate him, though he can't blame you. He knows he fucked up, but he doesn't know if at this point he can fix it. He just stares at you with a mix of shock and despair, which makes you annoyed so you roll your eyes.

“Look, I’m tired and achy, so I’m going to sleep out here,” you say as you gently lay down and turn away from him.

All Bucky wants to do is kneel next to you and apologize for making you feel like this. He misses you, but with Dot in his room, he knows he can't. He hates that he put himself, and you, in this position. He just knows Dot is his only shot, so he wants... no needs to make it work with her. He looks at you one more time, sadness evident in his face, and walks back to his room.

–

The next morning you're in the kitchen, sitting between Steve and Sam, when Bucky walks in with Dot. Dot sees you and her smug smirk immediately goes right on her face.

“Baby, make me pancakes?” she says to Bucky in her squeaky baby voice.

You scoff loudly, and look at Sam, whose shaking his head and giving you a look that tells you he doesn’t like her either.

Bucky heard your scoff and looks at you, but your eyes were on Sam. If you want act like this, then he's game. He looked back at Dot and smiles.

“Of course, my Bella,” he says, looking back at you.

Your eyes shot to his when you heard the pet name he called her. That was your pet name, and you know he did that on purpose. You didn't think he would stoop so low, and honestly he didn't either. You can’t help the tears that spring to your eyes, which only makes Bucky regret what he did more. He opens his mouth to immediately apologize, but you quickly get up, ignoring the pain in your ribs, and leave the room.

Steve looks at Bucky in disappointment, and Sam looks like he wants to punch him. Bucky feels like absolute shit and didn't think it was possible to hate himself even more. Dot, however, looks happy as anything and ignores the fact that you left.

"Bucky, pancakes please," he squeaks.

Tony then walks in and informs everyone in the kitchen that there will be a party tomorrow night because he was just in the mood, before leaving and telling the rest of the team. Dot is so excited that her plan is working and she will get to be on display with THE Bucky Barnes in front of all the rich and famous at one of Tony Stark’s parties. Man when she decided to go after Bucky to help her status, she was worried he would see through her, but she found he was very easy to manipulate. I mean she was able to get rid of you in less than a day. It won't be long before she will have status enough to leave Bucky behind and move on to the next big name.

–

You didn’t want to go to the party, but Nat and Wanda made you. Even Steve and Sam told you they would protect you from Bucky and Dot, which is sweet so you agreed. Nat and Wanda helped you get dressed, as your ribs were still sore from the mission, and did your hair and make up. The three of you walk into the party, and head straight to Steve and Sam at the bar.

“Y/N, you look beautiful,” Steve said, causing you to blush.

“Thanks Stevie, you look great too.”

He smiles and hands you your favorite drink. “Listen, I know you and Bucky are having a hard time right now, and I know he is normally your partner at these things, but I thought I could be a good stand in and be your date for tonight. As friends of course,” he said a blush coming over his cheeks.

You smile and kiss him on the cheek, “I would love that Cap.”

You and Steve mostly stay with the group, chatting about this, that, and nothing, but all laughing and having a great time. Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, being dragged from person to person was Bucky. Dot was making sure everyone in the room saw her with him. It really was really annoying him, because felt like a prized horse with Dot. He started to question her motives for being with him He never liked parties parties, only liked to be with… you. You made them bearable. He couldn’t help looking over and notice how beautiful you looked. He saw you and your friends laughing and having a great time, and wanted nothing more but to stand there with you. He felt like he couldn't breath anymore with you gone from his life, and he hated himself for what he did to you.

The truth is, he missed you beyond words. He knew he made a mistake, ending your friendship, and tonight is only showing him more and more what an asshole he was. Question was could he fix it, or was it too late. Dot noticed where Bucky was staring and rolled her eyes seeing you and the rest of the group. She decided to continue to torture you so she took Bucky's hand leading him over to the group. She cleared her throat as she got closer, causing the laughter going on the stop. Everyone looked at her, with her smug face. She wrapped Bucky’s arms around her and held him to her.

“What’s so funny over here? Don’t you know this is a party and you are the Avengers? You should be mingling! Bucky and I have been a hit so far, so you guys should join in the fun!” she said. 

You quickly down your drink and look at Steve. 

“Stevie, want to dance?” you say, completely ignoring Dot. He nodded at you and took your hand, leading you out to the dance floor. Bucky looked between you and Steve and couldn’t help the jealousy he felt. Are you and Steve becoming a thing now? Has he pushed you to the point that you will take Steve away from him? He needs to get a closer look. He bent down to Dot, “Let’s dance,” he whispered, dragging her with him.

Steve held you in his arms as you moved to the slow ballad playing. You look over your shoulder to see Bucky and Dot also dancing close to you, Bucky frequently looking over and you and Steve. You rolled your eyes.

“Ignore them, Y/N.” Steve said quietly.

You blush, and look at Steve. “I’m sorry, I just hate her, and he... ” your words get caught in your throat.

“Yeah, she isn’t well liked by any of us, and I don't know what the hell he''s doing. I'm sure he will come around and regret what he's done to you. I'm pretty sure he has feelings for you, but feels like you wont reciprocate,” he said.

Tears start falling down your face. “I’m sorry Steve, but I think I need some air,” you say quickly.

Steve nodded and let you go, feeling bad that he made you cry. You quickly walk past Bucky and out of the ballroom to the balcony. Bucky watches you and saw that you were emotional. He wanted to follow but knew Dot wouldn't let him. He excused himself and went to talk to Steve about what happened. Dot was not happy and stomped off the dance floor like a child.

Meanwhile, you try and contain your emotions and took deep breaths, looking out over the compound property. You really wish you stuck to your guns and didn’t come tonight. You hated seeing them together, especially her. You wish you knew why he took her side, especially after what Steve just said. Is there a chance he did have similar feelings to you? At this point is it even worth caring, because he broke your heart, and you have no idea if you can trust him again.

“Ya know, for an Avenger, you’re a pretty easy opponent to beat,” you hear Dot’s voice from behind you.

You immediately tense up, but refuse to turn and look at her. She laughs, “I mean I thought you would have put up a little bit more of a fight when I made him dump your pathetic ass, but I guess you are just... too weak,” she taunts.

Now you turned and looked at her, rage pouring through your veins.

“Excuse me?” was all you could say.

Dot continues to walk toward you with her smug smile. “I mean, I saw how much you were in love with him when we first met. I knew I had to get rid of you in order for my plan to work. He spoke of nothing but you for the weeks we were talking to each other, so I knew you were trouble. I thought you would have fought for him, but obviously you know a lost cause when you see one.”

She laughs again, while you are shaking in anger. “What plan did you have exactly?" you ask angrily.

"Oh you know, having Bucky, a infamous Avenger by my side to be seen, go to Tony Stark parties and meet the rich and famous, and when I finally find a richer more impressive man, leave Bucky for him. It's a win win... for me. Bucky was so easy to manipulate too. I made him think he had a chance at forever with me, which no man does without the wad of cash to go with it. But I knew I could get him to do anything for me. I mean when he came to my house that night I met you, all I had to do was I tell him how uncomfortable you made me. How I didn’t like how close you guys were, and he bought it. Hook. Line. Sinker,” She says with a proud smile on her face.

“Now I'm on step two... be at Tony Stark parties with THE Bucky Barnes, rubbing elbows with the rich and famous, making contacts, and setting myself up for success. Meanwhile you get to sulk about the man who didn’t choose you.”

Just as you were about to open your mouth, you hear, “What… the… fuck!”

You and Dot turn your heads to Bucky, who was standing at the door, glaring at Dot. Dot lost her smug smile, and looked panicked. 

“Bucky… h-h-how long were you standing there?” she asks, fear evident in her voice.

Bucky walks up and stands next to you, glaring down at the red head. “Long enough to know you are a manipulative bitch, who's only using me, and coerced me into losing the woman I'm crazy about,” he growls as you gasp at his words.

You see him trying to control his emotions. You wonder if you should calm him down, but decide against it. You slowly step away from them, and start heading toward the door. You turn around to see Bucky still glaring at Dot, but can't handle anymore excitement tonight. You walk back through the ballroom and head straight to the elevators. You make it back to your room, and decide you needed a nice long hot shower to wash this whole evening away and think about what you just heard Bucky say and what it all meant.

As you stand under the hot water you think about the last 2+ weeks. Hearing Bucky's declaration about you, finding out he has a girlfriend, losing him, the mission, coming back to Bucky still being with that bitch, Bucky calling her "my Bella", and then this whole fucked up evening ending with Bucky basically stating he wanted you too. how are you supposed to wrap your head around any of this. After spending probably close to 30 minutes in the shower, you change into sweats and a t-shirt and walk back into your room. You stop short when you see Bucky sitting on your bed, his head in his hands. He looks up at you, tears running down his face. You swallow the lump in your throat, but don’t move.

“I… I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N. I know it’s not enough, because what I did was the worst thing I could do, but I'm really fucking sorry,” He whispers through his tears.

You want to go over and hug him, but you're too hurt, so you just nod. Bucky shakes his head, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, he stands up and walks toward you. You tense up, but remain where you are.

“Y/N, ending our friendship was the worst thing I've ever done in my life. You're my best girl, and I should've stuck by you, and defended you. I would give you an excuse, not that there really is one, but you probably wouldn’t believe me anyway,” he says.

When you don’t respond, he turns toward the door. As he is about to grab the handle, he hears, “Try me.”

He turns around and looks at you. He turns back toward you and sits back down on the bed. He motions for you to come and sit, which you do, but you make sure there is plenty of space between you. He swallows the lump in his throat. 

“I… uh… I never thought anyone would ever love me. Not even in a friendship way, besides Steve. When you became my friend, I felt so lucky, and I wanted to hold on to that feeling forever. You became the most important person in my life. I… I fell in love with you.”

You can’t help but gape at him. He loves you?! What the fuck! He loves you but then why all this? You go to say something, but he quickly continues.

“I know you couldn't feel the same way, which is why I tried to find someone to take that place. I met Dot, and she was nice and flirty, and made me feel normal. I thought she actually liked me, but apparently I was just a pawn in her scheme to become rich and famous,” He scoffs at himself, shaking his head.

He looks at you again. “She manipulated the shit out of me, which hurts more than I can say, but not as much as seeing the pain you had for these last few weeks. It’s really no excuse, but it's the truth. She told me that she was falling for me, and I was just so blindly happy to find someone else to fill the hole I had. The hole that was really made for you. She told me to do something and I did it because I wanted to keep her happy. I just wish I had snapped out of it when she told me to end my friendship with you."

You stay silent wanting to hear every word.

"When I did, and you ran off, I knew it wasn’t right. I actually went up to your room after my work out to apologize, but you had already left for the mission. I thought maybe it was for the best. Dot and I continued to get closer, which I thought was good, but it was all a lie,” he growled. “When you came home and I saw that you were alive, I was so relieved. I was so worried about you while you were away, but you were so cold to me. I know I deserved it, but I never thought I would see that. So, I got angry and thats why I called her ‘my bella’. I knew that would cause a reaction, but when I saw your face, I immediately regretted it. I never called Dot that name besides that time. Not that it makes it better," he says.

“Tonight, when I saw you laughing with our friends, I wanted to be by your side, with my hand around your waist like all the other parties. I wanted to dance with you, and when I saw you and Steve, I got…. jealous. I… I’m an asshole. I don’t deserve your forgiveness or your friendship. I’m sorry.”

Before you could answer, he left the room, leaving your door open. You sat there for a moment thinking about everything he said. The one thing that stands out is that he loved you, but didn’t realize you loved him too. But you didn’t know if you should just forgive him, when he hurt you so bad.

You suddenly found yourself outside his door. You knocked, listening for his footsteps. When you didn’t hear them, you tried his door, which was unlocked. You peeked your head inside and saw Bucky laying on his stomach, his face in his pillow, quietly crying. Your heart broke, as you quietly entered his room and closed his door. You went to the other side of the bed, and laid next to him, staring at the ceiling. 

“I can’t just forgive you for the pain you caused me, Bucky. You broke my heart more than once in the last few weeks, and I didn’t even understand why. I thought we were stronger than that, but I guess I was wrong.”

You sigh and look at Bucky, who has his face turned towards you, tears streaming down his face. 

“But you were wrong too. I’ve been in love with you for so long, and I thought you didn’t feel the same, but I guess we are both idiots,” you say with a laugh.

You turn your body towards him. 

“I can’t forgive you…” Bucky closes his eyes in pain. “… at least not yet.” You say quietly. Bucky’s eyes shot open and he sits up, staring at you. “Not yet?” he asks, hopefully. You give him a small smile and nod. 

“You have a lot of making up for how you made me feel, Bucky, but I love you. I’m in love with you, and I want to spend the rest of my life in your arms. But… it’s going to take time. A lot of time fore me to trust you again,” you say, as you sit up and look at him.

He moves closer to you. “I will give you as much time as you need, as long as I know there is a chance I can be with you. I love you so much Y/N.”

You put your palm to his cheek. “I love you too.” You say before bringing him in for a small peck on his lips.

Bucky started to deepen the kiss, but you pulled away. 

“I should go,” you say, as you get off the bed and walk to the door. You turn back and look at Bucky, who looks disappointed that you are leaving. “Goodnight,” you say, before leaving the room.

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Over the next six months Bucky worked his ass off to prove to you he was true and that he loved you. You kept him at arms length for awhile, even though it hurt you both. Then you slowly started to allow him in, but not completely. You would only hang out with him in public settings with other people around, much to Bucky's dismay. After a few months, you both started to slowly go back to being friends, and then best friends again. Neither of you ever wanting to bring up Dot again, who disappeared thank god.

Today, you're sitting in the common room, flipping through possible things to watch on Netflix. “Ugh, there is nothing new that I want to watch!” you yell.

You hear a deep chuckle from the kitchen, before Bucky walks into the common room with a big bowl of popcorn. 

“Just pick something, it doesn’t have to be new, Bells,” he says, as he sits next you and wraps his metal arm around you.

You settle on “Stranger Things”, and snuggle into Bucky. After 2 episodes, you look up and notice Bucky is staring at you.

“What?” you ask.

He smiles at you, “I was just thinking… I don’t know if you would want to, or if you just want to keep things as they are… but… um… w-would you want to go out on a date with me?” he asks.

You sit up and look at him. He looks so adorably nervous, that you can’t help but smile. 

“Absolutely. I think you've been patient with my punishment, and honestly, I've been waiting for you to get the guts to ask me out. But on one condition,” you say.

Bucky nods, “Name it, my Bella.”

You smile, "We continue to go at my pace. No rushing into things just because we know our feelings. I need to know you are willing to continue being patient. And also... we never go to that pizza place again, and you better drive me home after every date," you say with a fake glare.

Bucky laughs, "Belle, you will never have to walk home alone again, and yes I accept going slow. I know I still have a lot to make up for, but I'm glad you are giving me another chance."

"Yeah, I know, but we'll get there eventually," you say with a smile before you both hug.

It took awhile before you let him kiss you again, and even longer before you slept together. Bucky took everything in stride and you both eventually enjoyed a long lasting loving relationship.

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Some people might not like that we forgave him, but in my head he went through the punishment to deserve the forgiveness. Feedback is appreciated!

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[buckys-little-belle]

Chapter Three - Raindrops and Goodbyes

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SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW. 

Warnings - Talks about past (bad) Caregivers, talks about fear of abandonment, some heavy negative feelings, comparing oneself to others, fluff but ends in some angst, Bub eats, food mentioned, Bub cries 

Word Count - 1751

Note - Sorry this took so long to get out! Things got hectic, and crappy, and I haven't been able to edit, or format, or really write lately! Luckily things are going well and I won't start school till the 16th so I'm hoping to get some stuff out in the next week or so! Part four will be posted tomorrow! I can't leave us on a sad note for too long! I just can't!!

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Y/n always hated wearing her yellow raincoat, the material feeling odd against her skin, and the crinkle of the fabric was never music to her ears. But on days like this, grey skies and heavy raindrops falling to the ground, she had no choice but to suit up. Her matching rain boots on, allowing her to splash in any puddle she felt needed to be played in. 

As she neared the Cafe she got excited, Bucky said they would go to the park today, and although it’s running she has hopes that he’ll let them go anyways, her umbrella overhead creating enough of a dry patch to maybe, at the least, run around in the mud without catching a nasty cold. 

“Mr!” She cheered as she walked in, something she did every time she saw him sat at his usual table, early as always. “I has something for you!” She smiled big as she unzipped the front pocket of her backpack “Here.” Her smile grew as Bucky’s mirrored hers, the small baggie with flowers printed on it full of chocolate chip cookies her pride and joy. 

“You made these?” 

“Yes!” Y/n says still standing, ready to leave for the park wherever Bucky is ready. Shifting her weight from one foot to another, growing impatient. “All on my own!” She cheered, proud of her baked goods. “Park now?” Bub asked, her smile still huge, both hands grasping the straps of her bag, now back on her back. 

“It’s raining, Bub.” Bucky frowned, causing Bub to mirror his expression. “But we’ll go next time, okay?” He asked, his hands immediately helping Y/n out of her raincoat, the buttons soon undone. 

“But you promised?” Y/n frowned, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “I wanted to go to d’park.” Y/n held back her tears, though she wished to stomp her foot and throw a small fit, she didn’t know Bucky well enough to truly let him see her little side completely. So instead she fixed her clothing after her coat had been taken off and sat in her usual seat. 

“I know I promised, Bub.” She smiled at the nickname. “But I brought us a fun game to play today.” He was quickly making her forget about the park trip altogether, now excited to see whatever game he had brought. She hoped it wasn’t UNO, she sucked at that. “Here.” He said as he placed a game on the table, the pink and blue of Candyland making Y/n let out a small squeal. 

“I love Candyland!” She grabbed the box and bounced in her seat. “Can we play now?” She asked, her eyes turning to Bucky, him already looking at her. “Please?” She added on for good measure. 

The moment he nodded his head she opened the box, pulling all the pieces out. “Why don’t you set it up, and I get us some snacks?” Bucky asked, Y/n didn’t even look up at him, but nodded her head. Too busy pulling out the different characters. 

Y/n didn’t know how long it took Bucky to get snacks, but by the time he got back to the table she had created a whole plot amongst the characters and their kingdoms. “Here, Bub.” Bucky said as he placed a plate on the table. It was more than the usual cake pop he got her, though one still sat on the plate. This time he got vegetables and dip, some goldfish, and a cup of juice. 

“Thank you, Mr.” Y/n smiled up at him, grabbing a celery stick and dipping it. “Can I be the ice cream cone?” She asked, showing him the character she had in her hand. Bucky nodded but stayed sitting. “You need’a pick a lil guy.” She pointed to the characters situated around the board. 

“Right.” He said, his expression growing serious as he looked each one over. “I’ll pick this one, he looks tough.” Y/n broke out into a fit of giggles, the marshmallow definitely not a ‘tough guy’. 

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They got to playing the game, Y/n winning two times in a row. She wasn’t surprised, while she knew it was all down to luck, she had played the game a ton of times so clearly the Candyland gods liked her more than Bucky. “Are you cold bub?” Bucky asked her, making her realise she was shivering slightly.

She knew not bringing a sweater might be a bad idea, but she thought they were going to the park. “Um, yeah.” She nodded then shrugged her shoulders. She hoped he wouldn’t make her go back home and get one, she only had so much time in a day to spend at the cafe. “Bu’ I’m all good, can we play again?” She asked, moving their pieces back to the star. 

“Yeah we can play again, just wait a second.” Bucky stood up, she wondered where he was going, but instead of leaving to grab something or go to the bathroom he stood at the side of her booth with a black sweater in hand. “Hands up, Bub.” He said, holding the sweater out. 

“I don’ need your sweater, wha’ if yous get cold?” She asked, not sure if her being so comfortable around Bucky her little side couldn’t help but come out now was a good thing or a bad thing. While she was 100% sure Bucky was a safe guy to be around, she didn’t want to get too attached to him just in case. 

“I won’t get cold.” He answered in a softer voice. She knew he was special, that’s what everyone in the newspapers said, that he’s indestructible. But she’d hate to be the person who gave a super soldier a cold because she took his sweater. “Bub.” His voice drew her out of her worrying. He was now crouched down so they were eye level. “I won’t get cold, but you’re shivering.” He didn’t wait for her to put her arms up, instead just putting it over her head and waiting for her to put her arms through on her own.

“Tanks.” Bub murmured, looking at Bucky with a small smile. She was thankful for the sweater, now warm, but she still worried that she was too much to handle. He had given her a lot, crayons, colouring pages, so much of his time, and now his sweater. She hadn’t given him anything but cookies that she hoped tasted okay. 

“Why don’t we play again?” Bucky asked as he settled back into his seat. “I can feel it, I’m going to win this one.” He teased, she shook her head, he had no clue that the Candyland gods were on her side, and she hoped he would never know. 

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Y/n frowned as she saw Bucky pacing around outside. It had stopped raining but he said that they should wait till a sunny day to go out, because ‘everything would be slippery’. Buck’s phone had rung five hours ago, well maybe two minutes ago, but it felt like forever as she just watched him pace with an unhappy look on his face. 

She grabbed the last few goldfish and got back to her colouring, when she had won for a third time Bucky had to quit, saying his ego couldn’t handle anymore. Y/n giggled at the memory. 

The doorbell rang out and she quickly turned, though her smile turned back into a frown when she saw Bucky’s sad expression. “I’m sorry, I have to go, Bub.” He said, his sad words said in a kind tone. 

“Oh, otay.” Y/n answered, watching him pack up his things. “Will you be back tomorrow?” She asked, her crayons laid on the table instead of in her hands. 

Bucky sighed, then sat down, his hands clasped on the table. “I’m going to be gone until next wednesday.” Y/n’s back straightened up, he’d be gone for nine days. That was a lot of time to be gone, and a lot of time for him to think and change his mind about her. 

“Oh, do you, do you wan’ your sweater back?” She asked, wiggling her hands out of the sleeves before Bucky got to her. His hands covering hers, a painful smile on his face. 

“You can keep it, I’ll get it back when I come back okay?” Y/n nodded. “I’ll put my phone number in your phone, and I’ll text you if I’m going to be back later than wednesday, okay?” She nodded her head, at least he wasn’t just up and leaving, he was giving her a point of contact if needed. She handed him her phone, watching as he took forever to type out his name and number. It was a little silly to watch. “I won’t be able to text or call you while I’m away.” He admitted. “But you can text me all you want and I’ll read them when I’m back.” Bucky offered, though she knew she wouldn’t do that, she wouldn’t bother him while he was away, she knew people hated that. 

She just nodded her head, watching him as he put his coat and backpack on. “Stay safe.” She whispered as he stood in front of her, ready to leave. 

“And you be good, Bub.” Bucky whispered back, and then he was gone. She watched him get into his jeep and drive away. She knew her mind was being silly when she couldn’t help but think he wouldn’t come back, but it didn’t mean it stopped that train of thought. 

She knew deep down that he had to leave, he didn’t want to, but he had to. She knew he wasn’t like the other people who became her friends and then left and never came back, she knew that, somewhere in her mind she knew that. But she still couldn’t help it as a few tears slipped down her cheeks as she cleaned up. She couldn’t help but let out a small sad noise as she put on her coat, and she couldn’t help but sob the moment she got home and into bed. 

“He had to go save people, he was needed by the world because he's a good guy, that’s why he left.” She whispered to herself all night, but she still felt as though he had left because of something she did.

[dearly-somber]

the other girl | h.hj | skz

-> pairing. cheater!hyunjin x female reader

-> genre. angst, breakups

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 586

-> warnings. cheating, reader finds another woman’s nudes on Hyunjin’s phone

-> a/n. I was writing a lot of cheating fics back in the day, huh…

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Sept. 17th, 2020 @ 22:35

-> fin. ???

-> edited. Fri., Jul. 14th, 2023 @ 23:05

You’re laying with your back propped up against the headboard, fiddling mindlessly with your fingers while deep in thought. You’ve had a suspicion that he had been cheating on you for quite some time now, but somehow you’d managed to convince yourself otherwise.

Why was it bothering you so much now, you wonder? Because he’d called you by a different nickname. It wasn’t unusual, but it was odd. Of course, it was something small. But even the way he’d walk out of the room to take a call (something he’d never done before), and then come back with a large smile on his face, utterly pleased with himself, was suspicious.

“Babe?”

Your head darts up to the doorway where Hyunjin is leaning against the door, hands folded over his chest. He’s dressed and ready to go already.

“Can’t you stay a while longer?” you ask hopelessly, already knowing what his answer will be. Doesn’t matter that you just had sex—he’d leave immediately after. It sent a tidal wave of alarms off in your head that you’ve been pushing down for god knows how long now, all because you want to believe that no, he wouldn’t do that to you.

He smiles at you sadly, looking down at his combat boots before clearing his throat. “I’ll be back tomorrow?”

You sigh, sliding out from under the covers to get dressed. Hyunjin watches you closely as you get dressed into your own clothes, choosing for the first time in forever to not wear something of his before you saunter close. With a hand on his shoulder, you stand on the tips of your toes to place a resigned kiss to his cheek.

“See you tomorrow.” You smile sadly before turning back and sitting down in bed, hopping onto Twitter to distract yourself.

Hyunjin feels the guilt eating at him as he exits your apartment, shoving it down when he receives a picture of Olivia in lacy-black lingerie.

come over xoxo

Hyunjin bites his lip, looking dejectedly back at your door before heading to Olivia’s house a few blocks away.

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It’s unsurprising when exactly four months later you see Hyunjin’s phone ding with a notification from Livia🍑. You look at the bathroom door, steam emanating through the crack at the bottom while Hyunjin hums to some song he heard on the radio.

Biting your lip, you unlock his phone (you shared passwords when you moved in together) and check the message only to close your eyes quickly after seeing it. What person would ever feel comfortable sending pictures of them masturbating?

Hyunjin comes out of the shower whistling, stopping immediately with his hand gripping the towel around his waist. You look at him with a pissed smile and sad eyes.

“All I’ve been wondering since I started suspecting was which one of us is the ‘other girl’, in your world. The diamond versus the pearl. Who’s the first and who’s the fool? At this point I don’t even wanna know.” You shove the phone into his chest, tears streaming down your face as he blunders, stumbling over his feet and his words to try and get you to stop and listen. He knows he’s too late by the determined shoving of your clothes into a travel bag, just wanting to get back to your apartment. Anywhere he isn’t.

“Y/N, please—“

“Don’t. We’re over,” you spit, wiping your tears with the back of your hand before fumbling to unlock the door through your blurry vision. “I’ll move your stuff.”

[thatdeadaquarius]

-vine boom

I probably sent a lot of these now im so sorry lmfao 😅

You mentioned in one of the asks that some countries are like a prototype/based of our existing countries, like Germany=Mondstadt, Liyue=China, Inzauma=Japan....

So even though the language is more or less identical for you to make heads and tails in a conversation or writing in a book, the reverse side does not.

Creator!Reader who knows a couple of languages (plus points if they're atleast fluent or have a understanding of it despite not being able to speak said language) and being born from a country that doesnt have the same language as the countries Teyvat based off. Basically Spanish, Italian, Filipino, Scandinavian languages that also have their own way of writing.

Imagine feeling homesick and the only thing that keeps you occupied is the notebook and pen you have while the others converse in a meeting or in a hangout. You started writing in your tongue and re-reading it to relive memories.

Zhongli, AlHaitham, Albedo, Jean, maybe the Berry bros too (Diluc & Kaeya) get curious only to have a double-take and immediately thinks that maybe there is a forgotten land in Teyvat that has this language, I mean Morax stayed faithful to Liyue and Barbatos blessed his country with abundance of supplies and freedom. Teyvat gods and archons played favourites, so why wouldn't you as well? (Bonus: Khaenriah flashbacks) (also I know these arent enough characters but how should I know? I only have a handful of them and I ran out of Primos😭

The people from Akademiya though? I mean they went hard on theorizing and picking apart the language of their creator. Have you seen Matpat's descent to insanity the more FNAF continues to push out LoRe? Thats basically them because Teyvat doesn't have a country based on Creator's birth country. They're grasping nothing but air and dead ends and the only lead they have is you, but couldnt ask because you look so down and they cant bear to see Creator sad....

(NEW BANNER TOMORROW AND I DONT HAVE ENOGH PRIMOGEMS HALP---)

Rip Vine boom no primos 🙏 hope u got some more by this time bc i was so late to reply lol - DUDE IM SO READY FOR THE GORG KAVEH <333

BERRY BROS!! Thats it, thats the only way im gonna refer to them now.

Not super long to add onto ur bc UR SO SMART AND SUCH A GOOD WRITER VINEBOOM U SHOULD ALSO WRITE STUFF SO I CAN GO OBSESS OVER UR WRITING WITH A MILLION FERAL COMMENTS-!!!

(Cute owl house gif is like, metaphorially u and zhongli in this lol)

EDIT 8/23/23: So this may be inaccurate/not that good to my Hispanic Readers out there! Sorry about that, I'l make sure to do better in the future.

EDIT 1/1/24: Unfortunately there are even more issues here, and I'm really sorry about that. I expanded on it more in my Eldritch fanfic post in Part 2, but it was exoticism of me to use the word "Huangdi". I have since replaced it with "Emperor", and don't intend to just erase the mistake like it never happened. But I did change it in the headcanons for better readability. Again, I'm genuninely sorry about this, and will absolutely be watching out/doing better in the future. I hope you understand.

THIS SOUNDS SO SAD, LIKE THIS COULD DEF BE ANGST, ESP SINCE U HAVE NO FAMILIAR-ISH CULTURE TO TURN TO-

tbh im american and i def dont think theres a u.s. country- oh god at least I hope not, damn but im also familiar with mexican culture so i wouldnt miss the united states, but id miss mexican culture…

BUT!!

You have a lot of amazing people who care about you in Teyvat, so they won’t let you stew in ur homesickness for long

like random said, i could see it being small stuff

ok so imma just-

LATINO! READER TIME BABBYYYYY

(i do this bc its just the culture/language im more familiar with, but dont let that discourage anyone from requesting other cultures! I will def do my research, or ur welcome to tell me all about it so i can write it better! <3)

THAT BEING SAID IM MOSTLY WHITE PLS LMK IF SHIT IS WRONG/SPANISH IS WRONG BC IM STILL A BEGINNER MY BELOVED LATINES!

<3 YOU GUYS

♡

you’ve been in the game-turned-life world of Genshin Impact for nearly 6 months now, turns out time isnt wonky as hell like it is if you were playing the game, half bc u bribed Albedo with answers to his many questions about you if he figured out the time difference, and half bc of ur internal clock

people would notice the cuss words first lmao

like Xiao hearing u stubbing ur toe on the million and one steps up to Wangshu Inn, hijueputa!

or Keqing pointing out the words you coo at the dogs hanging out by the bridge outside the harbor,

un perrito tan buenoooo!! :’)

while most would just, " hmm, maybe a dialect of one of the other countries we havent heard…"

but Zhongli? he’s been ready for centuries in case the prophecy came true within his lifetime, afterall, many things changed while he’s been alive, not crazy to him that you might descend randomly

While everyone else was unprepared, bc u were like… the oldest deity, more legend than history, so ppl just thought Morax was a little overly faithful …so when it actually happened,, Morax was just smirking as he watched ur golden shooting star streak the night sky… while absolute pandemonium consumed the mortals and adepti in liyue lmao

(like that scene of Regina George in Mean Girls watching the student body break out into an all out brawl just smirking 😭 pls god look it up if u dont know what i mean- )

So Morax- Zhongli, has been ready for you, just in case, to pay attention to what kind of person you’d be, learn your favorite clothes/colors/offerings, see what things you’d like to talk about with him (hopefully for hours) etc.

He was observant, and with his memory, he practically gave himself headaches sometimes with how aware he was,

on one of those days he was overwhelmed by the mortal crowds, the smells, the market yelling, and all the change from what he thought he knew-

Zhongli noticed you in your own melancholy, and curious, he began to stroll just behind

You sit at Wanmin restaurant, still somber, and ask Xiangling to

“please try out these recipes? they’re from my world, and id really love to have something like them again..”

a true experimental chef as always, Xiangling quickly takes up your offer, and u follow her into the kitchens in the back (the restaurant is much more real than in game, they have gorgeous inside seating, all shades of red coloring the walls and lots of pretty latticework-)

Zhongli takes a seat finally, he has a usual table at this point he comes in so much coughtorunintoyoucough the staff know it's his and give him tea pretty quickly

the food, and the looks, makes it your favorite restaurant in Liyue, the Liuli Pavilion a little too fancy for casual dining, afterall, Zhongli would know

He’s tried to keep track of your favorite places to be in Liyue too, and kept his near full attention on what you say when he asks after your stays in Liyue (he hasn’t felt the need to pay that much attention or felt that much interest in conversation partners in… decades?)

So when you come out of the kitchen, throwing your head back and laughing, "Sí, sí! It all tastes so close Xiangling! Gracias, thank you!"

He wants… to know.

to know what those strange, but delicious looking, foods are all balanced on two big dinner plates

Xiangling carrying whatever you couldn’t just behind, a pitcher of white liquid, it smells, like cinnamon?

He raises a hand, and offers the extra seats at his table, (when did his tea go cold? he only just sat down, he couldn’t have spent that long thinking about you…)

You notice and look over, a giddy grin lighting up your face (…hmm, perhaps he needs to transform into his Exuvia form and let off some steam, his chest has warmed too much right now for him to just be sitting here…)

You plop into the seat beside him, but not before carefully placing the plates in front of both you and Zhongli

You scootch around until you’re turned towards him, as always, Zhongli looks… actually kind of, happy?

a small soft smile pulls at his lips, his eyes half-lidded as they meet yours, his usual red eyeliner framing his monolids perfectly, he looks like he’s been,, well, sculpted from stone, an artwork come to life

“…My Emperor? Could I trouble you to tell me about the dishes before us?”

the geo god’s pleasantly smooth and deep voice felt so soft asking you that, like he didn’t want to push you one direction or the other

“Oh! Right! Sorry, these are from my home country, back in my world, or at least, as close as Xiangling and I can get to them!”

Your smile brightens your face once more, clearing away any leftover stormclouds from your mood earlier, and as you launch into explaining (Xiangling had to get back to orders, so it’s just you two now)

You list it all, the quintessential: quesadillas, empanadas, tamales, chorizo (you had to combine at least 5 different spices to Mondstadt sausages to get anywhere close to the real thing) the dips obviously, salsa, queso, guacamole, and the easy street tacos, and finally the horchata, but also all the weird fruits Teyvat has with chile, like Sunsettias mixed with Harra from Sumeru or Lavender melons with Wolfhook berries… all surpringly pretty good

(the Sun-Harra combo tastes like mango, a sort of deeper taste of pineapple/kiwi and a sort of light orange taste? all with the nice addition of chile flavors, the Lavender melons and Wolfhooks helped imitate chamoy enough that your heart was satisfied)

…you realize you’ve just been talking about the last meal you had with your family/friends instead of the food after a bit, and Zhongli hasn’t said anything…

you trail off and look back over your shoulder (u were practically about to get your shirt in the imitation guac u were leaning so far over the table to point and talk)

you’re about to sheepishly apologize for taking over the conversation, and ask if he wants to try anything (Zhongli can handle spice so u dont have to worry abt that at least)

but as u finally see his face, u just stop, and dont end up saying anything

He’s just, looking at you.

his smile's not huge, but big enough to make his eyes look happy, and Zhongli’s just… looking at you.

You can’t describe the look he’s giving you, but you suddenly feel… a wave of shyness wash over your heart in your chest, because he’s looking almost like, maybe like, he’s sort of, waiting for you to keep talking, his tan skin warm in the golden rays of the sun beginning to set, you don’t know why you’re noticing any of these things, and he gently, slowly, makes a move to lean into your space a little

almost above your armrest, head inches from your shoulder, he finally moves to stop looking at you-

He looks like a painting as he looks down, his eyelashes almost sitting on his high cheekbones,

you have to move your head to looking at the table too as he moved so close,

you feel your shoulders reflexitively hitch upwards as you brushed the hair on the side of his head as you turned away

He looks around, and then moves his head, not his body, he’s still leaning toward you, to look you right in the eyes again

“Why did you stop? I haven’t said much, I apologize, but it’s only because I wanted to hear you without anything interrupting you.”

You cough a little strained, “Oh! Oh I get it now yeah, thanks-”

“I want to hear you more,” his black eyes begin to warm with gold, you can vaguely see the shape of his diamond pupil revealing itself, “I want to hear about… everything, if you’ll tell me? The language, the food, the drinks, your family, your dances, your country, I want to hear it all. Won’t you please let me hear your voice some more?”

♡

GOOOD LOOORDDDD, ITS SO LONGGGGG IM SO SORRRYYY 😭😭

OKAY IM MOSTLY SORRY THAT THIS SCENARIO HAPPENED??? IDK WHERE ZHONGLI CAME FROM- GOD IM SUBCONCIOUSLY IN LOVE WITH THAT MAN I GUESS, SORRY RANDOMANTICS-

uh, hope somebody got anything out of this, sorry abt the length, again,

also pls somebody tell me if what i said about culture/food was alright! If not I’ll def change it, pls dont let me keep it up if its inaccurate/wrong!!

Safe Travels you guys,

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♡ the beloveds ♡

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[winchesterwild78]

A Chance Encounter

Characters: Jared x Reader

Warnings: fluff, SMUT!, language, unprotected sex (cover it up guys)

A/N: Just a short story for a sweet friend, @deana1245. No disrespect to Jared or his family. This is fiction and does not depict real life. 

All work is my own, please don’t take it or copy it. I wrote this fast, and edited it just as fast. Please overlook any errors, your girl is tired after the first week of school

Minors DNI 18+

Jared was not one for grocery shopping. The fluorescent lights, the constant hum of the fridge motors, and the overwhelming number of choices all conspired to make him feel claustrophobic. But today, he found himself wandering the aisles, picking up items he'd never bought before. His divorce had left him feeling adrift, and he'd decided to try and establish some semblance of normalcy in his life.

As he turned down an aisle he noticed you struggling to get an item off the top shelf. “Shit! Why am I so short?! Why do the shelves have to be so friggin tall?!” You mumbled. Jared walked over to you, “Need some help?” 

You turned and didn’t expect to see Jared Padalecki standing beside you. Your mouth dropped and words wouldn’t come. “Oh, um, sure. Thank you.” You finally were able to get out. 

As you took a step back you tripped and fell into Jared. "Sorry about that," you said, your voice soft and melodic. "No worries," Jared replied, returning your smile. "I should probably watch where I'm going."

The two of you chatted for a few minutes, and Jared was immediately drawn to you. You were intelligent, funny, and seemed completely unaffected by his awkwardness or his celebrity status. When the two of you reached the checkout line, he asked for your number. You hesitated for a moment, but then handed him your phone. He put his number in and sent himself a text. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N” Jared smiled at you as the two of you walked outside. “Nice to meet you too, Jared. I hope to hear from you soon.” You smiled and walked away.

About 5 minutes later your phone buzzed with a text.

Jared: Hey Y/N, are you up for lunch or dinner sometime?

You: Sure, when do you have in mind? I’m free whenever.

Jared: Great! How about tomorrow night? I’ll pick you up about 6.

You: Sounds good. I can’t wait. 

Jared: Me either. 😀

The next night arrived faster than either of you expected. Jared was nervous so he called Jensen for advice. “Man what if I screw this up? I haven’t been on a date in decades.” “Jar, you’re going to be fine. Just be yourself and if all else fails, just give her the puppy eyes.” Jensen laughed. “Yeah, right. Thanks man.” “You’re welcome buddy, now go have fun. Let me know how it goes.” Jensen and Jared said their goodbyes and Jared hopped in his truck.

Jared: On my way. I can’t wait to see you.

You saw the text come through as you were finishing your hair. Your heart was pounding, you were so nervous. You’d been a fan of Jared’s for decades and you were still in shock he asked you out. When you heard he was getting a divorce you were sad for him. Now, you were elated and felt a little guilty you were happy at the demise of his marriage. You sent him a text back.

You: I can’t wait either, I’ll be waiting.

You finished your hair and pulled on your shoes. Just as you grabbed your purse you saw his truck pull up. You took a steading breath before you opened the door. He stepped out of his truck with jeans and a t-shirt on. Your breath hitched. He looked so amazing. “Hey, Y/N, ready to go?” You shook your head yes. Jared offered you his arm and walked you to his truck. “You look beautiful tonight.” He smiled at you. His hazel eyes looking almost as light as honey as the fading sunlight cast an orange glow over his face. You bit your lip, “Thank you. You look incredible.”

Over the next few weeks, Jared and you became inseparable. The two of you would spend hours talking on the phone, laughing until your sides ached. You were everything Jared had been looking for in a partner. You were kind, supportive, and made him feel like he could be himself without judgment or worry you were looking to advance your career. Jared was everything you’d been looking for too, he was humble, kind, genuine, and made you feel like you were the only woman on Earth.

One evening, about 2 months after you two started dating, the two of you sat on a blanket in a field outside Jared’s house watching the stars come out. Jared took your hand in his and held you tight. You looked over at him and smiled. The two of you leaned in and your lips met in a feverish kiss. 

You both decided to take your relationship slow. The most you two had done to this point was some heavy petting. You felt like it was time to take your relationship to the next level, but you didn’t want to push Jared. He felt it was time too, and of course he didn’t want to push you. 

As the kiss turned more heated, Jared’s strong hands found their way up your shirt. You moaned into his mouth. He pulled back, “Is this okay?” “Yes, Jared. I’m ready if you are.” “Really?” You nodded your head yes. 

Jared leaned up and pulled his shirt off his body with one hand. Revealing his perfectly tanned, toned chest. Your heart sped up, and your walls clenched around nothing. Biting your lip you took in his body. 

You pulled your shirt off, revealing the green laced bra you were currently thanking god you decided to wear tonight. Jared’s breath hitched, “So beautiful.” He whispered as his lips trailed down your jaw, to your neck and down to your bra. His fingers quickly unhooked your bra, letting your breasts bounce freely.

You shivered as your breasts were exposed to the chilly Austin night air. Jared’s lips began kissing every inch of your breasts and taking your nipples in his mouth and between his fingers. 

“So beautiful.” He whispered against your skin. A shiver went through your body as you felt the wetness pool between your thighs. 

Jared kissed down your body, kissing every inch and committing your curves to memory. His long, strong fingers danced over your body delicately causing you to moan and arch your body into his touch. 

As he worked his way down to your pants he stopped and looked up at you. You nodded yes and lifted your hips as he unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down, taking your panties with them, exposing the rest of your body to him. 

He leaned back “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. I can’t believe you’re mine.” Heat filled your cheeks as you blushed at Jared’s comment. 

“I think one of us is overdressed” you playfully teased. Jared chuckled and began to remove his pants and boxers. 

You could feel your arousal running out of your throbbing core. When Jared removed his clothes your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his hardened member. You bit your lip and quivered. 

“Are you sure you’re ready, baby? If you’re not, it’s fine. We can stop.” You leaned up on your elbows, “Jared, I’m more than ready. I want to give you all of me and I want you. Please.”

Jared attacked your lips in a passionate kiss. Both of you moaning into each other’s mouth. 

Jared pumped his length a few times and lined himself up with your dripping entrance. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” He looked in your eyes. 

Jared was incredibly tall, and with that came a rather large penis. You’d never been with anyone as large as him and you were nervous but excited too. 

As he pushed in you both let out a moan. You felt a wave of pleasure mixed with pain as he bottomed out. Your hands grabbed onto his broad shoulders as he lifted your legs and adjusted his angle. 

Jared set a steady pace. The sounds of crickets, your moans of pleasure and skin hitting skin filled the air. “Fuck baby your pussy feels so good. So tight around my cock.” With each thrust you felt Jared’s cockhead hit your cervix. Each thrust was a euphoric experience you hoped would last forever. 

Your core started to tighten as you felt your release building. Jared felt it too, as your walls clenched tightly around his engorged cock. “Jar..I’m..gonna..cum.” You panted out. Jared captured your lips as he thrust deep inside you, hitting that delicious spot, “Cum for me baby. Cum on my cock.” That’s all it took before you came undone. Your body convulsing and reacting to his touch. 

“Oh Jared! Fuck!” Jared kept pushing in you and held your legs. Your body was convulsing and trying to squeeze him out. You hadn’t cum like that in a really long time. You thought to yourself, he did all that with just his cock, you can’t imagine what he could do with his mouth. 

As you came down from your high, you took control and told Jared to get on his back. Without pulling out, Jared pulled you on top of him. You sank down on his cock, throwing your head back and pulling a moan from your lips. 

Jared grabbed your hips to help steady you as you began to grind down on him. “Damn baby you feel incredible. Yes, just like that. Fuck!” Jared started panting as you bounced faster. He leaned up and took one breast in his mouth and the other in his hand. You leaned down and kissed him. 

“Jared, you feel so good baby.” You moaned. Jared sat up holding onto your back. You placed your hands on his shoulders as you continued to ride him. “Baby, I want you on your back, please.” Jared pleaded.

You nodded and he laid you back. He pushed back in all the way and continued to thrust slowly. Your legs were relaxed down as he was taking you slowly. Jared wanted to savor every second he had with you.

The two of you locked eyes and in that moment you felt more love than you’d ever felt. Jared softly kissed your lips and when he pulled away a tear slipped out of your eye. He stopped and looked at you with concern, “Are you okay, baby?” “Yes, I…” You bit your lip, “I love you, Jared.” 

Your mind was racing. You couldn’t believe you told him you loved him, but this moment felt perfect. It felt like the right time to confess your love for him. Jared looked you in your eyes and kissed your lips softly, “I love you too, Y/N. So much.” he wiped the tear away and continued making love to you. 

Everything felt perfect. You knew Jared was close so you bucked your hips into him, encouraging him to move faster. He smirked and picked up the pace. He lifted your legs up onto his shoulders. Deepening the angle he was at. 

As his pace picked up you grabbed his arms. “Oh Jared! Yes!” You screamed. “Oh shit! I’m gonna cum!” “Yes, Jar. Cum for me, fill me up!” With one last powerful thrust, Jared came, coating your walls with his hot seed. As he came his head dipped into the crook of your neck. 

Breathless, both of you tried to steady your breathing as he let himself soften inside you. As he pulled out, some of his cum trickled out. He grabbed his shirt and cleaned you up and then himself. 

You giggled. “What’s so funny?” He asked you. “I can’t believe you used your shirt to clean us up.” “Well, good thing I’m already at home, huh.” He laughed. You smiled and nodded.

He pulled you in his arms and wrapped part of the blanket around the two of you. He kissed your forehead, “I love you, Y/N.” “I love you too, Jared.” Both of you let out a contented sigh. 

You knew this was only the beginning of an incredible life with him. You loved him and he loved you, and together you could tackle the world. 

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[sevikaswifefr]

treatment

this is a request linked here

pairing: mikey madison x female reader

warnings: fluff honestly and a sad mikey for a second.

a/n: l i stg mikey is the cutest human being to walk this earth. i would chop off my limb to hug her.

“Fuck you Amber, I’m not the fucking killer.” Sonia screams, the camera setting up perfectly beside her figure as she acts out her character, Liv. My face scrunches into a frown for my character, eyeing Liv’s bloody hands as Amber aka Mikey sighs. “I know.” She pulls out a gun and pulls the trigger before the directors call out the three letter word everyone was waiting for.

“Cut. Good day today guys. So happy with the work you all put into the scene. Head back to the hotel and rest cause we have a busy day tomorrow.” The directors shout from their seats off screen. I nod towards them and hurry off my tape marked spot and move towards Mikey who talks with Jenna.

“Hey.” I smile ghosting my hand over Mikeys lower back, her lips turning up in a smile as she tilts her head up at me. “Hi, you ready to go?” She asks. My heart melts as her eyes widen looking so innocent. “Yeah, let’s go. See ya tomorrow Jen.” I wave at the woman who raises her eyebrows suggestively and gestures between Mikey and I as Mikey turns away.

It was no secret that Mikey and I had a thing. We hadn’t labeled it exactly but I knew she was mine and I was hers. I mean the whole cast knew this and they were on our asses trying to get us to ask the question. And I will… eventually… when I get the courage. Of course it didn’t help that whenever I went onto instagram it would be edits of Mikey and I doing our interviews together.

“You tired?” I ask glancing down at the woman who shakes her as she stares back at me. “Not tired enough that I can’t hang out in your room for a while.” She replies as we arrive at the hotel.

“Alright but know if you fall asleep I’m not carrying you back to your room.” I laugh and nudge her side.

…….

The next morning I wake up to a weight on top of me. Rubbing my eyes, I glance down and smile at the sight of Mikeys head resting on my stomach, her arms wrapped around my waist as she sleeps. Obviously we had both fallen asleep the night before and Mikey hadn’t gone back to her room… not that I was complaining.

“Mikey, hey, we gotta get up now or we’ll be late.” I run my hands through her hair causing her to stir slightly. “Mm sometimes I hate this job.” She sighs burying her head further into my stomach. “Your tickling me.” I laugh squirming slightly under her hold. “Now come on lazy.” I chuckle gently pulling her up. “Yeah yeah, I’m coming.” She groans.

Two hours later and we had arrived at set together, ignoring the teasing from our cast mates as we headed to the makeup tent. Mikey was quiet, weirdly quiet, causing me to worry slightly as I gripped her hand tighter pulling her slightly closer to me.

“You ok?” I whisper placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. Mikey smiles at the action before nodding. “Yeah.” Her voice is slightly deflated and I frown but I can’t say anything as she quickly cups my cheek and walks away to her stylist.

…….

“Oooh Tara where are you? You can’t hide from me forever.” I coo menacingly, a malicious smirk stamped on my face as I stalk towards a prop wardrobe and stab my knife against the door hoping to impale anyone in there.

“Ok and cut. Nice work Jenna and Y/N. Take a minute and have some lunch before we continue.” The directors grin.

Just as I turn to Jenna to complain about having to wear the ghostface costume in this heat Jasmin runs up to me. “Mikey’s crying. Or like really close to it. You should probably come see.” Jasmins rather panicked, her forehead creased and eyebrows narrowed. My eyes widen at the news and I nod rushing towards where Jasmin points without so much as a bye.

I approach Mikeys trailer, her door slightly open as Melissa sits inside with Mikey, her hand on Mikeys back. “Hey look Y/Ns here.” Melissa grins and Mikeys head snaps up, eyes rather red and swollen. “No no, please go you can’t see me like this.” I freeze slightly unsure if she really wanted me to go or not.

Melissa stands up and gives me a look that says don’t you dare leave her before she walks out the trailer and closes the door behind her.

“Hey what’s wrong?” I whisper, crouching in front of Mikey who inhales deeply and shakes her head. “I hate that question.” She half laughs half sobs as she buries her head in her hands. I laugh gently before pulling her hands from her face. “Well can you answer it for me?” Mikey scrunches her nose. “I’m not sure what the answer is. I think I just got a little overwhelmed. It’s silly.” She sighs and looks away from me as tears fall down her cheeks.

“It’s not silly to feel overwhelmed. I know I feel overwhelmed all the time, it’s normal ok? It is silly though, to think I’m gonna think of you any differently seeing you like this.” I whisper moving to cup Mikeys cheeks, my thumbs wiping away the tears that sit there.

Mikey hums in agreement. “I feel so stupid though. I’m sorry you had to come here for nothing.” She smiles sadly glancing at the floor. My fingers find their way under her chin tilting it up so she can look at me. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I came because I wanted to make sure you were ok. Because I care about you. So much in fact that when your feeling better I want to ask you to be my girlfriend.” I grin feeling a blush fall on my cheeks as Mikeys eyes widen.

“It took you long enough. Well when I’m feeling better I will say yes.” She sniffs slightly. Silence encompasses us for a minute as we gaze at one another, her eyes drifting from my lips to my eyes mirroring my own actions.

“Funny, I think I’m feeling better now.” She whispers, her face moving closer to my own. I hum in acknowledgement and raise an eyebrow. “Yeah? I’m very happy for you.” I reply using the same soft tone. It’s Mikeys turn to hum in acknowledgment, her eyes lingering on my lips.

Leaning forward slightly my lips ghost over her own, both our breathing hitching slightly. “Hurry up.” She whispers which is all the encouragement I need as I press my lips against hers. She tastes salty from her tears but I don’t care as I pull her even closer, her small frame finding comfort on my thighs. Goosebumps erupt down my back as her hands run up and down my spine.

Pulling back I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my lips at Mikeys flushed face. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting that.” I breathe, my hands remaining locked behind her neck. Mikey chuckles and shakes her head. “I hope this is the kind of treatment I get every time I feel overwhelmed.” She sighs falling against my chest. I nod and close my eyes, finally feeling content and praying she can’t hear my heartbeat increase.

…….

Finally Mikey and I were official, the cast and crew congratulating us as we told them a few days after the incident. We intended to keep our relationship private from fans for now, but considering all the rumours surrounding the two of us anyway it didn’t change much. I didn’t care though. I was happy. Mikey was happy. And that’s all that really matters.

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“Mikey. Mikey. Y/Ns hurt. Come quick.” Jenna’s voice echoes through the set as she darts around trying to find Mikey.

“Oh shit, I’m coming.” Mikey drops her plate of food on the nearest surface and rushes after Jenna finding me splayed out on the floor in my ghostface outfit, my face sliced and dried blood littering my cheeks.

“Help, I’m in need of some special treatment.” I open one eye and smirk at Mikey who rolls her eyes, a smile adorning her perfect face.

“You scared me. That makeups looking too real oh my.” Mikey crouches down beside me placing a quick kiss on my lips. “Your an idiot, you know that?” She sighs watching the blush rush to my cheeks. I blink innocently. “But I’m your idiot.”

[we-be-writing-bts-stuff]

A/N: I don't know where this came from but I got the idea and needed to write it down. This is a bit angsty but I have feelings about this. This is also vague enough that you could envision any of the members in the place of the romantic interest. I have no idea the time line for anything to do with enlistment and training and all of that. So please don't judge me about that. Not edited. Hope you enjoy. ~Bagel

Pairing: Member x reader

Word count: 538

Summary: The night before your boyfriend leaves for enlistment.

You lay in bed. Your head resting on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. What once was a comforting rhythm that lulled you to sleep countless nights before was now just a consistent reminder that he would be gone by tomorrow. You shift once again as you try to get impossibly close to your lover. His own arm tightening around you as he softly huffs. His hand moving up to rest on the bare skin of your ribs and you feel soft pressure on the crown of your head as he presses a kiss to your hair.

"It's late love. Did I not tire you enough?" He asks. The smirk on his face evident in his voice even if you don't look up at him. Your cheeks heat up and you hide your face into his chest.

"No. I just don't want tomorrow to come." You admit to him in the darkness. The moonlight barely filters through the windows and curtains to land on your bodies. You feel more than hear the soft sigh that leaves him.

"I know. I don't want to leave either but I have to." He begins. His fingers start to trace patterns on your skin as he speaks. "But I will be back. I'll have leave, I'll call and text you whenever I can. It's only a year and a half and then I'll be right back here with you." His other hand reaches down and gently pulls your chin up to look at him. The tears you didn't know that were forming blur your vision as you're forced to look up at him.

His hand reaches up and cups your cheek. Brushing away the tears that escape. "I know, but I'm not ready to say goodbye to you. I don't care how temporary it is, it still hurts to see you leave." You say softly. You felt selfish. You felt bad for telling him this and guilting him about something out of his control but you can't hide your feelings from him. Not with how long you've been together and how you've promised to each other to be as honest as possible.

"I don't want to say goodbye either love." He tells you. This moment was intimate and quiet. The silence stretching around the both of you as you both just stare at each other. You see the hurt and sadness in his eyes even if he tries to keep a brave face for you.

"I love you." You tell him after several moments of silence. Your hand reaches up and traces his features. Committing everything you can to memory and just soaking in these last few moments of togetherness before sleep takes over you both and the inevitable happens. His enlistment ceremony and then there would be at least a few months before you could see him again as he goes through basic training.

"I love you too." He says back. You lean up to press your lips against his softly. You settle back to laying on him. Resting your head to hear that heartbeat again. This time you can't fight back sleep from overtaking you anymore. A soft hum was the last thing you heard before you fell asleep.

[antisocialgaycat]

i have a test tomorrow so short story time! no i havent researched anything and for the sake of the vibes ignore any stupid plotholes also no editing we die like real men

I know that I probably should be scared. No one's ever travelled this deep into the ocean before and come out alive. Actually, no one's ever travelled this deep into the ocean before at all. But as I walk towards the ship, I feel this overwhelming sense of calm. I know the dangers that come with this. I know that I likely won't make it back to the surface once I leave. I know that this might just be the last time I breathe in this air, the last time I hear a voice other than my own. But still, I am calm.

I step inside. There isn't much space in here, everything is filled with equipment and padding and more equipment. Behind me, I can hear the lady with the clipboard walking towards me. Her heels make a clicking sound on the jetty. Click, click, click. As the footsteps get louder, I start to wonder how I'm the first person doing this. How has this never been done before? We've travelled to the edges of the solar system but we haven't travelled to the bottom of the sea. Click, click, click. I wonder if the lady with the clipboard knows what's going on in my mind. Probably not. She has bigger things to think about, like making sure this all goes smoothly. Click, click, click. The clicking almost seems like a countdown.

"You doing okay in there?" Her voice isn't what I expected. It's tired and sad. I look up at her face and see the hopelessness plastered all over her features. In the brightest voice I can muster I respond "Of course! This is what I've been preparing for." She glances up from her clipboard, giving me a sad look. "Yes. Yes it is."

She crosses a large section off on her clipboard. I'm no longer calm, instead it feels as though I'm being crushed by dread. What if I die down there? "You ready for me to shut this?" Her voice interrupts my thoughts.

"Yes. I'm ready." The door hinges shut and is almost fully closed before I shout out "Wait!" The lady with the clipboard obliges and the sunlight streams back inside. "What's your name? It doesn't feel right not knowing it when you might be the last person I'll ever see." She smiles at me. "Of course. I'm Isa. Well, technically Isabella, but no one calls me that other than my mother."

"Well Isa," I say, "Thank you. Genuinely. I'm ready now." We share a smile and then the door shuts with a gentle click.

I make my way over to the controls. There's nothing I really need to do. The path is pre-set. All I need to do is press "Go" and I'm off. Possibly forever. Is this how astronauts feel? Putting their lives in the hands of others, in the hands of machines? In the hands of people who only consider them test subjects, as expendable.

I press Go. The click the engine makes as it gets started echoes throughout the entire ship. I sit down cross-legged on the floor and wait for, well, nothing really. Once I get to the bottom I won't be doing anything much other than coming back up. There's a rover attached to the side of the ship which will be put down automatically before I leave. Technically, I don't need to be here at all. I'm just an experiment.

The thought calms me for some reason. An experiment. I know how experiments work. I check the timer on the wall. 2 minutes 23 seconds into the trip. Only 52 hours and 39 minutes left in this experiment. 52 hours and 39 minutes until I return home. With a click the purple light turns on and suddenly everything is so much more eerie. The shadows from the machines seem to be reaching out to me, and so I join them for a little while.

When I wake, I check the timer. It's been 4 hours and 7 minutes. I know soon, I won't be able to see anything at all. Purple light might be one of the last to disappear, but it still does eventually. Everything disappears, when you think about it. Some things easier than others. Some things just slip through the cracks and life continues as though they were never there at all. I hope I don't end up like that.

Eventually my mind wanders back to Isa. I wonder what made her so tired, so hopeless. It was as though all the life had been sucked out of her. But when she smiled, the colours of the world somehow seemed a little brighter. I vow to make it back, if only to see her again. What I wouldn't do to see another human being right now. With that thought I drift back to sleep.

It's dark when I wake. I thought I knew dark before, but this is a whole new level. It's comforting, like a blanket, wrapping around me, keeping me safe and warm, but at the same time, I can't help but be wary. The engine is all but silent, and without light and sound, it feels like I shouldn't be here. My heart beats louder then ever, reminding me that I don't belong here.

I sit there for a while, thinking about nothing and everything all at once, until I feel the ship start to slow. Then it stops. It's even quieter in here now. The only thing that lets me know I'm not dead is the feeling of the floor under my hands and the coolness of the machine behind my back. I startle as I hear the click of the rover dropping down to the ocean bed, ringing out against the crushing silence, and then it's quiet once more.

To fill the silence, I sing. Softly at first, with a voice cracked and shaky. I don't remember the last time I sang. With every phrase my volume grows and something within me clicks into place. I feel safe, and any fears I had slip away. I sing every song I've ever known, then I repeat and repeat and repeat. The hours pass by almost as fast as when I was asleep.

Before I know it, the door is opening with a gentle click and the fresh air floods in with the soft light of the sunset.I can see Isa smiling down at me and even if only for a moment, everything is alright.

[beomgyuslilracha]

txt imagine ...

summary for context: for the past couple years, you had been temporarily assigned to work alongside the team for the popular group, tomorrow x together. in a matter of no time, especially thanks to your closeness in age, it was very easy to develop a friendly and playful relationship with one another. unfortunately, some of the other staff thought maybe you six were a little too close after a while.

eventually, the managers decided it was time for you to transfer back to your original job position. you were given a full week notice of this matter and you thought it gave you plenty of time to prepare your goodbyes with the boys, seeing as you had begged manager jisoo to let you be the one to break the news to them. you came to realize later that this was a terrible mistake ... because now it was your last day and you had less than a few hours to tell them.

‣ pairing(s): choi beomgyu x gn! reader

‣ genre: slice-of-life .. maybe ?

‣ wc: 1.7k

‣ warnings: only like a little “sad” for a split second, i guess, but it’s not angst

BEOMGYU { 범규 }

you had never worked so hard in all of your time as a staff member more than you had on your last day in the past two hours. not that you wanted to work, but, rather, you were trying your absolute best to keep beomgyu from coming up to you every two minutes trying to talk to you. you just weren’t ready to face him yet, you didn’t have a single plan set out on how to explain the sudden news.

of course, it surely didn’t help that you kept distracting yourself with all these random tasks.

at first you were doing little things around the studio, where the members were currently filming a ‘to x do’ episode, but you found it was far too difficult for you being in such close proximity to the boys.

most especially beomgyu, who you kept making eye contact with every time you glanced over. and every time, without fail, he would smile his dorky smile and send you a playful wink, which always made your chest feel funny for some reason -- also forcing the staff to get upset knowing they’d have to edit out each moment so it doesn’t look suspicious on camera.

normally, you’d be just as playful back and start blowing him kisses to make him get all giggly, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. your heart felt heavy at just the thought of it being the last time.

instead, you’d quickly turn away and ask anyone nearby if they needed help with absolutely anything to distract you and keep you from looking back at the adorable boy five boys just a few feet away.

although, any time there was a pause in filming, to either change scenery or bring out props/activities, beomgyu would practically hop to wherever you were and start pouting for your attention.

you kept trying to brush him off and telling him you were busy, but that only made him whine more and start tugging on your shirt. “y/nie doesn’t pay attention to me anymore,” he’d fake cry, walking away to complain to the other members about it- who could not care less - only to come back a minute later to ask if you were done yet.

eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore, knowing that the inevitable goodbye was drawing nearer and nearer for every second that passed. you then busied yourself with any task that involved leaving the room - either to search for missing props in the storage, pick up deliveries from the lobby, or literally anything to get you out of that suffocating studio with the closing walls.

it was just way too hard to think about for even a second. the more you distracted yourself, the less time you had to think about the fact that this was your last day. your last day working with your five favorite boys.

with their constantly hectic and busy schedule, you knew you’d never be able to find any free time together to see him them again. you’d go from seeing his their faces for practically every waking hour of the day to probably only on posters and ad displays around the company. you didn’t want to think about any of this and find yourself crying in the middle of the room ... which is why you were doing everything possible to avoid your problems!

“y/nnnnn, are you done yet?” beomgyu once again cried for your attention during another short break, having caught up to you immediately upon reentering the room.

“ah- no, sorry, beoms, i still have to ...,” you started looking around, quickly trying to find any excuse to make in order to busy yourself again. “i have to-”

you were suddenly caught off guard by the light touch to your wrist that sent sparks shooting through your arm, causing your head to immediately whip over to the boy before you.

this time, his face was way too serious to ignore; any sign of your beoms from before was long gone. you had never seen him like this unless he was feeling anxious in public or if he came down with an illness, so seeing him like this now made your heart drop ... because you knew that you were the reason this time.

“y/n, did i make you upset with me?” he finally asked, his voice lower than even that of a whisper.

your heart shattered at his question.

“of course not! i could never be mad at you, beoms!” you were quick to respond, grasping both of his hands in your own. his eyes were still looking down towards the ground, so you continued. “i promise, promise, promise, i’m not upset with you!”

his soft eyes finally looked up to meet yours, but they still lacked that shine that you adored so much. his beautiful lips, that held the smile you loved the most, had yet to pick back up.

“then why have you been avoiding me?”

your mouth opened, so ready to deny his words and tell him you weren’t avoiding him ... but there you were ... mouth agape and refusing to lie to him. closing your lips and swallowing the lump in your throat, you figured you had to explain yourself properly.

you wished desperately that the situation could have been better, but you had nothing else to blame other than your foolish actions.

“i didn’t mean to avoid you. i mean ... i did, but not because i was mad at you,” you began, your eyes now shifting to focus deeply at the design on the front of his shirt. you refused to look him in the eye, afraid of how he might react. “it’s just that ... today is my last day working as your staff. i wanted to tell you sooner, way sooner, but i just didn’t know how.”

silence.

with your anxiety beginning to skyrocket from having yet to receive a response, you found yourself continuing to ramble on.

“it’s just that i wasn’t sure if you saw me as close as i saw you, so i didn’t want to give this heartfelt goodbye just for you to laugh at me and not really care. i wanted you to know how much i was going to miss you, but i also didn’t want you to be weirded out because what if i was just another staff member to you or something, so i-”

“you’re such a dummy, y/n,” beomgyu suddenly laughed, cupping your cheeks and forcing you to look up at him.

this time, it was your turn to pout. “i’m not a dummy.”

beomgyu laughed, making butterflies erupt in your stomach at the mere sight of his bright smile returning. you couldn’t help but wish you could take this cute boy back with you to make sure you never missed him ever.

“you are a dummy!” he laughed, removing his hands from your cheeks to engulf you in the beautiful bear hug that you wished you could stay in forever. “because why do you talk like if we’re not going to see each other anymore? and why would you ever think i wouldn’t miss you just as much?”

your heart was too busy swelling in size and tears were beginning to well up in your eyes for you to answer right away. just the thought of beomgyu wanting to see you outside of work was enough to ascend your soul. “do you really mean it?”

“yes, i mean it! see, you’re such a dummy,” he laughed again, and you could only hope that he didn’t feel how hard your heart was pounding from where your chest was still pressed against him in a hug.

☆

just as beomgyu had said, the two of you ended up seeing each other way more often than you originally thought. he’d simply message you a quick “are you busy?” before suddenly appearing right beside you in your office, tugging at your shirt and telling you to stop working and pay attention to him. when he wasn’t in your office or in any of his schedules, then you could be found sitting in a recording room doing absolutely anything -- either watching him play sample beats that he came up with, watching a marathon of random music videos that you both wanted to show each other, or simply just talking and joking with each other alone. you’d even visit him during dance practice whenever you got the chance - but the other members ended up teasing the both of you often and scolding you for distracting beomgyu from getting the choreo right. when you weren’t at the company, then you and beoms were found either cuddling in his dorm room watching movies together or having him teach you how to play LoL so you could play often together (which was a failed attempt because you weren’t very good at it, but he absolutely loved trying to teach you anyway).

funnily enough, it was during one of his LoL lessons that your friendship took a turn for the better. gyu had left you to battle at least one game on your own without his help, a beginner’s match against the ai, but whatever, and you surprised yourself when you received the victory screen all by yourself. you had gotten so excited, a huge smile on your face while giggling for beomgyu to look at the screen and be proud of you. when you looked over at him, his face much closer than you realized, it was the expression on his face that had your heart pounding at a million miles a minute. was it .. adoration? was it something else? why was he ... looking at you like that? “i’m very proud of you,” he said in a low voice, inching slowly closer to close the gap that was between your lips. it was slow, soft, and absolutely mesmerizing. when he pulled away, you think it took you a minute too long to fully process what had just happened.

you called him a dummy and quickly covered your blushing face, making him burst into laughter as he tried to pull your hands away so he could see just how cute you are.

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a/n:

okay so ... almost 2k words, but i guess that’s just the bias effect. also, fun fact, i seriously just sat here and wrote this blurb in one sitting. anywayyyy i won’t say too much this time, but thank you again to everyone who takes the time to read my little imagines which aren’t exactly good, but i’m trying anyway <3 hope you all are having a lovely morning/afternoon/evening/night. i also hope you pull your bias in your next album!

[loud-sturniolos]

“Stop kissing boys in the street.”

Nicolas Sturniolo x Male!reader

Summary: Y/N and Nick get caught kissing, leading to his homophobic father finding out and Y/N having to move in with Nick and his brothers.

Warnings: slight angst, homophobia(reader has homophobic parents), homophobic slurs used, aggressive arguing, kissing, slightly suggestive, fluff, toxic parents, switching POV, use of Y/N, not proof read!

A/N: I’m currently struggling to write, I have like no ideas at all😞 Please give me requests or smth🙏. Might do a part 2 of when reader is living with the triplets if y’all like this😘

Y/N: green

Nick: Purple

Chris: orange

Matt: Blue

Y/Ns father: pink

Third person POV::

1:02pm

Y/N was currently on a date day with Nick, his secret boyfriend, they had already been to a book shop, and had lunch at a café, and walked around town for a while. Now Y/N was just waiting for Nick to get back from the bathroom so he could drive him home.

Y/N heard the sound of footsteps approaching and looked up, a smile spreading across his face when he sees Nick approaching. He stands up, sliding his phone into the back pocket of his blue Fresh Love sweats.

“Hi, baby,” he said softly, kissing Nicks forehead as his arms wrap around the smaller boys waist. “Ready to go home?” “No, I’m comfy now.” Nick mumbled, nuzzling into Y/Ns chest as his arms loop around his neck. Y/N lets out an amused chuckle, gently lifting Nicks chin to look at him, then pressing his lips to Nicks in a sweet tender kiss. “We can hang out tomorrow, promise.”

Y/Ns POV::

2:57PM

I had just arrived home after an amazing day with my boyfriend, I step into my parents house, slipping my muddy shoes off at the door. I pause as the sound of my mothers crying engulfs my ears, taking a moment to process I wasn’t just hearing things, before quickly walking into the kitchen. “Mom? Whats wrong?” I ask in a worried tone, pausing at the doorway of the kitchen to see my mother crying at the table, and my dad stood next to her, a furious look on his face.

As soon as he sees me, he storms up to me and grabs my collar, shoving me against the wall. “What is wrong with you? Do you think it’s cool or something? How am I meant to respond when my friends tell me my son is kissing boys in the street?!” He yells in my face, the colour drains from my face, one of his friends saw and snitched?!

Before I could get a word out, my fathers next words shocked me, leaving me silenced in a mix of sadness, anger, and pure hatred.

“Until you stop this gay nonsense, you’re not living with us. I don’t want a f^ggot for a son.”

I stare at him blankly, before shoving him out the way and storming up the stairs, grabbing my backpack and stuffing a few random hoodies, t-shirts, jackets and throwing on some random comfy slides then grabbing my car keys and storming out the house.

Chris’s POV::

4:36PM

I had woken up about an hour ago, possibly 2, when Nick got home. We didn’t get a chance to talk to Y/N, but we didn’t really mind, we’d be seeing him another time.

I was in the kitchen with Matt, Nick was in his room editing, when there was a knock at the door, I glance at my brother. “We don’t have anybody coming over?” “Maybe Nick ordered food or something.” Matt mumbled back with a shrug, too focused on his phone to care.

I scoff and roll my eyes, setting my phone on the counter I make my way towards the door, unlocking it and opening it I’m shocked to see Y/N, cheeks stained with tears and a clearly overfull bag in his hand.

“What the fuck? What’s wrong, dude?” I ask in a worried tone, stepping to the side to let the boy in. “My dad found out.” Was all I got in response before he kicked off his shoes and started walking through the house towards Nicks room.

Matts POV::

I looked up to see Y/N, my eyes widen as I see the tears streaming down his cheeks that he’s aggressively trying to wipe away with his fists.

I quickly make my way in front of him, ignoring his anger I cup his face and gently wipe his tears,   simultaneously nodding at Chris to get Nick from his bedroom, which he is quick to do.

“What’s wrong, bud? What happened?” I ask in a quiet calm tone, rubbing Y/Ns back to try calm him down. “I don’t want to talk about it, I’m here for Nick.” he said, trying to push past me towards Nicks bedroom. I gently grab his wrist and lead him towards the sofa, making him sit down. “Nick will be here in a moment, you want some drink? A snack?” “no.”

Third person POV

Nick came out his bedroom with Chris, telling Chris and Matt to go to their rooms before quickly making his way to Y/N in the living room.

“What’s wrong?” Nick asked the crying boy gently, sitting next to him and placing a comforting hand on his thigh. “My dad found out I’m gay, one of his stupid friends saw us kissing and snitched.. then he kicked me out because he doesn’t want a gay son.” Nick went silent, not expecting that at all. He quickly regains composure and leans over to kiss Y/Ns salty tears off his cheeks. “You can live with us for as long as you want..” Nick replied, not exactly knowing how to respond to the situation. Y/N stays silent, wrapping his arms around Nicks waist and burying his face into the crook of his neck before mumbling a quiet “thanks..” “Matt and Chris are out all day tomorrow, it’ll just be us.” Nick whispers teasingly with a smirk before quickly and casually walking away back to his bedroom, leaving Y/N sat stunned on the sofa with a blush spreading across his cheeks.

[melodygatesauthor]

Weekly Update

8/20/2023

Announcements

- A Bit Dodgy is almost finished -

The chapter coming out this week is the second to last chapter for the series. It’s such a bitter sweet thing, ending a series, especially one that I’ve built such a community around. I’ve written 5 novel-length fics over the course of the last year, and A Bit Dodgy will be number 6. On 09/04/2023 it will be my one-year anniversary of writing fanfiction since coming back after not writing for about a decade and l can’t believe it. Holy CRAP. I’ll take the time to reminisce about my numbers and statistics on my one-year mark, don’t you worry lol. There will definitely be a celebration.

That being said, ending a series never gets easier. Even though I write for these characters all the time, Steven, Marc and Jake in this case, I’m still closing the book on this version of them. It’s sad, but I’m also very ready to move on to other stories and other versions of these characters. I also think I’ll write some headcanons and one-shots as I feel the desire to just to take the edge off when I’m missing them. I’ll talk more about this when I finish A Bit Dodgy. <3

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A Bit Dodgy - Chapter 17 is coming this week, but I need more time. So it won't come out tomorrow, it will be out Tuesday or Wednesday instead! Thank you for understanding!

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Not a Doctor - Part 2

Worth the Risk - Part 3

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I currently have the following bots on my list that I’m working on. If you have any suggestions or additions you’d like, please feel free to ask! I won’t make every single one I get asked for but I’ll make some of them as I get time!

DBF Jake and Steven (I already did Marc...did I ever post him? I thought I did but maybe not)

Patient Steven and Marc

Moon Knight Rescue scenario

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[domiej]

Liam, oh Liam

I feel as though I can’t go back to posting my regular post without saying something about Liam, who’s been weighing on my heart though it’s been days and my algorithm is changing and people will forget this feeling and what it means.

Liam.

I feel left with this weird feeling about life, I guess that’s what death is suppose to do. Leaving you questioning life’s fragility. Leaves you wondering about morality.

Maybe another reason I was so obsessed with 1Direction was because besides dragon ball it was the only other thing me and my sister whom I never got along with didn’t fight about. We found common ground in late nights watching video diaries and compilations and rotting our brains at 12 with terrible fan fiction and singing songs, where we shared the chorus together.

Are we mourning just your death?you as the person we grew up loving? are we mourning our childhoods? the parts of us that we waiting for something, the parts left unfinished forever. Are we mourning the good times? The small joys? You. Old you, new you.

That’s the funny thing about life, we think we have all this time, and we see quotes that say “live today like tomorrow is your last” and that everything is tragic because we are mortal but what do we ever do about it? We promise we’ll be better and then we forget and wait for the next tragedy to hit to remember again.

We sit and we wait all the same, though life is small and goes by so fast. We forget, in the midst of everything we forget.

I’m sorry your story ended here Liam. I’m sorry you were left out to dry days before on social media but now your everyone’s favorite, the “core of the band”. You are now the sweetest boy, the most loving, the most caring. Your so loved now.

You were supposed to be loved THEN. You were suppose to dream on and reunite with your brothers and make us happy little girls again….one day. You were suppose to be bigger. To finish great things.

I don’t know why my heart hurts like this. Call me dramatic.

It was nice, in a way though, everyone mourning together, makes you kinda feel a little less alone. 1D being back on my feed (I wish it were under different circumstances) for the first time in awhile, I feel young again. I’m 12 kicking my feet again watching edits. I forget the world for a second.

I’m glad I experienced 1D in real time. We had fun. “The little girls are gonna love them”. We did. We still do.

Post are getting older. 5days ago, 1week ago. Soon it will be a month, then a year. It’s getting further, I feel like Liam is slipping from our grasp and that feeling we had before will be something we don’t remember but I WANT TO REMEMBER. I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to let go. I’m not ready for everyone to go back to moving on even though that’s what we are suppose to do as people.I want us to be sad and sit together for awhile. This means something to me, I want to be sad about it.

Wym Liam is dead? The boys aren’t getting back together? Never to be 5 again? Wym Liam died?

What do we learn from this? Where do we take this?

I hope we learn to treat people with more compassion. I wish Liam had more compassion. I wish we will learn to love more loudly, to be more brave and move with a little move grace. To be in love with things again. To take more in, my days are all bunched together and I suffer from things I don’t talk about but I try. I’m trying. To live in the present, to love more, to be where my feet are. To not waste time. To love life in spite of clenched fists. To be happy.

Goodbye Liam. Goodnight. Thank you, for it all, I guess. I’m not gonna forget you like my timeline and algorithm. I think I’ll carry this with me for awhile, I think because it means something to me.

I hope your somewhere rescuing people amongst the stars and dancing in clouds.

Goodbye, Liam. Safe travels.

Im gonna miss it

[ramzawrites]

Dream World - A Sibling!Mutant!Reader Story - Part 7

GEN

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Pairings: None

Characters included: Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, Raphael, Splinter

Warnings: n/a

Series: Part 7

Summary: The second part of the training part

Word count: 4809

Authors Note: I haven't gotten a proper chance to look over it yet but I really needed to release this since this was supposed to be in the last update but everything just got too much. Now that this is out of the way I can concentrate on the next parts of this.

I'll edit the typos more tomorrow. My adhd is getting a bit in the way I'm sorry.

Weapons.

That made sense and yet Y/N was somehow taken aback. It made sense that vigilante ninja’s would use weapons but they haven’t even considered that if that is the case that their counterpart probably also used some and were proficient in them.

It was already weird enough to realize that while fighting they possessed apparently some innate instincts which have shown themselves as Y/N’s pretty good ability to dodge. There was still this pleasant and proud feeling deep inside their chest as they thought back on it.

Raph seemed so happy and proud with how they threw their punches and even while weaving between Leo’s jabs and punches they clearly remembered how the red eared slider smiled. The compliment Splinter gave them at their first real dodge still rung inside their head and bounced around happily. They couldn’t help but almost feel exhilarated at all the positive feedback they have gotten.

Plus, as it stands, due to their apparently still intact muscle memory, it probably will take less time for the others to deem Y/N ready enough to go out of the lair.

With these thoughts twirling around in their mind Y/N turned towards Leo “Weapon training? What kind of weapon did I use?”

Honestly, they couldn’t help but be excited. Not often do you get the chance to hold a ninja weapon in hand and even get to use it.

But before Leo could even attempt to reply, Donnie suddenly perked up “Oh! It is still laying in my lab. I will go grab it.” And with that he speedwalked out of the dojo, Y/N only took their eyes off him once they couldn’t see him anymore. Instead, their curious gaze flitted back towards the blue banded brother of the bunch.

Said brother was currently stroking his chin in thought “I’m not sure if I should tell you or if I just want to make you wait for you to see for yourself.”

This earned him an honest eyeroll from Y/N. They could tell that he mostly said this, so they were plagued by their own curiosity. If they felt more confident, they would have maybe flicked his arm in revenge for that.

Confidence was something that slowly seemed to return to Y/N. While they didn’t feel completely comfortable in this situation, somehow the feeling of anxiety and panic inside their gut has subsided a lot. There was still a lot of confusion and even partial annoyance but compared to their time in the infirmary and now, it has gotten substantially better.

The little bit of training, or rather the small tests, might have helped more with this than they realized. Maybe Splinter was right and doing something more athletic does help a bit with the storm inside their mind. Or seeing that they held some sort of ability just boosted their confidence enough for them to extend some more trust towards the family.

Whatever it was they felt glad about it. Even if they felt guilty for seemingly settling into this situation while they were still confused, worried about May, sad about their apparently missing memories and even more confused about the little flashbacks they sometimes get assaulted with.

Y/N pulled themself back out of these thoughts. Nothing they can do about it now. No, instead they should concentrate on this little training session because then the chances of them actually finding out more is higher.

It was then that they realized they were deep inside their thoughts and only caught the tail end of what Leo was telling them.

“-so really, I am the most skilled here.”

They blinked and Leo searched their face for a certain reaction. One he didn’t seem to receive from them.

“Sorry, I kind of spaced out.” They apologized awkwardly.

Leo’s brows immediately fell down into an annoyed but still lighthearted expression “Wow, okay. Thank you. I was just telling you about all the weapons we all use."

“Oh. Sorry. Can you repeat that?”

“I’m back! Sorry, it took a moment because I saw some of the metal came loose and I fastened it real fast and anyway here, Y/N.”

Donatello came back into the room with wide steps. His goggles were now perched on his snout with a self-satisfied smile. The weapon he held in his hand made Y/N’s eyes widen. This was not what they expected to see.

They expected a dagger, nunchucks or even a katana. But not this.

He had his hands outstretched and, on his palms, laid a bow. A bow made of wood, but the ends were reinforced with metal that ended into almost spikes. The string looked sturdy and thicker than they would have thought.

They couldn’t help but think that you required some strength to pull the string back on a metal reinforced bow. Strength they weren’t entirely sure they possessed.

Carefully Y/N snaked their hand around the middle part of the bow and lifted the weapon off Donnie’s hands. They softly gasped as they felt the weight of it. It was heavier than they anticipated but it made sense.

Green cloth was wrapped around the grip. Almost as if this was Y/N Hamato’s way to mark the weapon as their own.

The others just seemed to watch Y/N, gauging their reaction.

Y/N held the bow up. Their left hand held the grip tightly while the right hand went to the string of the bow. Now they understood why the wrappings on their left arm was longer than on their right. It was in order to protect their skin when they pulled and let go of the bowstring.

They gave the string an experimental tug. As they figured, it did require some more strength to fully pull it back.

With a deep breath Y/N squared their shoulders. One foot stood in front of the other in a wider stance for stability. Then they pulled again, this time using more of their strength. The string moved along their face. The wood of the bow seemingly caved in under the pressure and begun to bend.

Just as they wanted to release, Splinter spoke up.

“Put your elbow down, Green.”

It took them a second to understand what he meant but realized that he probably meant their right elbow. They pulled it down and tried to hold it on the same level as their shoulders. Their muscles begun to strain as they held on to the string, but it didn’t feel unbearable. They probably could hold on for a long time. This was courtesy of Y/N Hamato’s body, they figured.

Splinter then walked around their body. With his tail he begun nudging their feet and legs. Spacing them properly for proper form. After a few nudges and pushes he seemed satisfied and nodded.

“Yes, exactly like this. Remember that.”

Then Y/N released the string. Of course, nothing happened since they didn’t notch and arrow, but they could feel by the speed that there would have been a lot of strength behind the arrow if they did indeed let one fly. This bow probably had some serious reach.

“Wow, okay. A bow? Not what I expected if I’m honest.” They finally spoke up, moving their arms back down. Once again inspecting the weapon and in particular the metal that reinforced the ends of the bow. The spikes were blunt.

“Don put the metal on the bow because sometimes you gotta fight people off in close combat.” Mikey explained as they saw them tracing along the metal.

That did make sense.

“Wait, yeah, so like, I’m always in the back?” they asked.

Leo nodded “As I told you, you are incredibly stealthy. You are the master at surprise attacks, but you can dish out with this bow just as well. You also usually carry kunai with you for defense though. Heh, you also love to lay traps. That was something we had to work on in our teamwork because we tended to walk into your traps more than our enemies.”

Y/N scrunched their face together, trying to imagine themself laying down traps in the middle of battle “What… kind of traps?” They couldn’t help but imagine them putting down a tripwire only for Leo to faceplant because of it. Why Leo? He just seemed more likely to fall for something like that.

Mikey was about to answer but Raph laid his hand on his back “One thing after the other, Angelo. Let’s scrounge up a few arrows and let them try their bow out.”

It was still a bit frustrating to see all of them hold back when it came to delivering information, but this time Y/N didn’t mind it too much. Frankly they were a bit excited to get to shoot a bow.

The brothers looked inside a small tool cabinet and came back with four arrows. It was a bit weird that apparently they for one didn’t know where they stashed the arrows and to that they only found four? Was this enough for missions? Maybe Y/N had a special place where they stashed them, and the others weren’t sure where?

With the bow and an arrow in hand they walked towards one of the targets at the back of the dojo, right next to the training dummies.

Remembering how Splinter positioned their body before, they tried their best to emulate that again. With the arrow notched against the string they moved their arms up and pulled. Without a word Splinter walked over again and nudged their feet a bit more. At least they remembered to apparently hold their arms in the correct position.

Aiming seemed tricker than they imagined. Should they go along the arrow tip? But also gravity would do its job and pull said arrow down. Then again this bow seemed to have some serious strength to it and they were only standing like 30 feet away.

“Before releasing the arrow, hold in your breath. That way you have a little bit better control over your weapon and hold it steadier.” Splinter’s voice was firm as he instructed them.

Y/N breathed in and held the air inside their lungs.

Their lungs were probably more inside them towards their shell because of their turtle DNA. Okay, yeah that was weird to think about that because they were stuck in a different body that also meant that their organs were literally rearranged.

Instead they concentrated on the target in front of them. On it was a picture of a hippo mutant. Oh, they need to ask the others why that was.

That’s when they just released their fingers but kept their pose intact. The arrow flew through the air with a swishing sound. The string of the bow relaxed. And with a clink it collided.

With the wall.

A good few feet above the target.

Y/N pursed their lips as they let their arms fall back down again. Well, this wasn’t what they aimed at.

“Good job?” April tried but when Y/N looked at her with a deadpanned expression she broke out into giggles that she tried to hide behind her hand.

“Hey you at least actually reached the back of the wall!” Raph argued.

Before anyone else could respond, Mikey jumped in “It’s technically the first time they used that bow. Kind of. Right, Y/N?”

They just nodded in response, their lips still pursed staring at the arrow that now laid pathetically on the ground. Mocking them.

“So, try it again! I’m sure you just need to get a feel for it.”

Raph handed them another arrow. With new vigor due to the confidence from the youngest towards their abilities, they notched the arrow. This time when they got into position Splinter didn’t feel the need to correct them. If anything this was a win in their book.

Okay, somehow the arrow landed a few feet above the target even if they were sure they held the arrow straight on to the target. They shifted the arrow around until they were absolutely sure it was straight and pointing at the target. Probably.

Once again, they held their breath and a second later, they let go. The string flew back down, once colliding with their arm. This time there was a thunk sound as the arrow collided. It collided with the target. Not in the middle but also not at the very edge as well!

Y/N couldn’t help themself as they threw their arms into the air “Yes!” They cheered.

“See! I told you so! High three!” Mikey yelled out, holding out his hand and Y/N immediately clapped their free hand down onto his.

“So, you definitely need practice with your bow. Good to know.” Donnie suddenly noted.

It was Mikey who whirled around, pointing at his older brother “Come on, Dee. You are such a killjoy!”

This seemed to bug Donnie, his eyebrow shot up in slight disbelief “Killjoy? Me? Excuse you, Mikey. You are talking to the bootyyyshaker9000. Also, it is just a fact. They also need more training in hand to hand combat, or do you want them to be caught off guard outside?”

He made a solid point and yet Mikey still crossed his arms “No. I don’t want them to get hurt.”

Suddenly Leo jumped into Y/N’s field of vision. He grabbed their hand and placed something heavy and cold into it. It was a knife? A kunai.

“Throw it at the target. Throw the knife!”

He seemed way too excited at this but Y/N shrugged and handed him their bow for the time being. Throwing a knife was way different than when they shot the arrow, but it should work similar? Kind of? Not really.

With one eye closed they turned to the target and begun gauging their throw. This time they aimed a bit higher on purpose since gravity will probably pull stronger on the heavier kunai than the fast arrow.

Clenching the metal in their hand they threw the kunai. It sailed through the air and connected with the target! It was a bit on the lower side of the target but they hit it at their first try! It probably looked a bit pathetic as they proudly placed their arms at their side as Leo gave them a pat on their shell.

“Nice one!”

It was a compliment and yet Y/N couldn’t help but stare at Leo with furrowed eyebrows. They couldn’t help but think there was a slight sarcastic undertone. Which was kind of warranted to be fair, they supposed, but still.

He immediately held up his palms in defeat “I meant it! You’ll get better over time. I’m sure it won’t take long for you to return to being able to hit bullseyes from like hundreds of feet away.”

“Hah, I hope so. I think.” Y/N just answered. They would be happy if they just could hit their intended targets consistently. That would be their first goal once they started their actual training so they were allowed to go out of the lair.

How scary was the outside that they needed to make sure that Y/N could defend themself, anyway? Then again from what they gathered they seemed to have collected enough enemies over the time as vigilantes. After all they fought of god damn alien that tried to take over the world.

“Hey, can we talk about our ninpo now?” Mikey suddenly piped up. Ignoring the fact that Y/N had no idea what he meant by that, he seemed pretty eager to talk about it.

Whatever it was it seemed to be something special.

His brothers looked at Splinter who gave Mikey an encouraging nod. Mikey immediately clapped his hands together “Okay, okay! Lemme tell you all about ninpo, Y/N! After all I am a powerful mystic warrior! Or I will be.”

Mystic? Y/N’s eyes widened “Wait, is it something like magic?”

To their surprise Mikey just shrugged “Well. Not really? Kind of? It’s more like a thing of all pies are pastries but not all pastries are pies.”

When Y/N just scrunched their face together in confusion Mikey started to explain again.

“There is magic. Draxum uses it for example but our ninpo is something different. It gives us special abilities like mystic spells can give but it’s a thing that only our family can use. You can only use it if you show complete trust towards your family.”

“You can use spells to do things like teleport and things but ninpo mainly enhances our abilities we already have. It makes us stronger and faster and each of us has one special ability. I can extend my nunchaku chain for example and can make them burn.”

This now made slowly more sense. It seemed like ninpo seemed somewhat related to mystic arts but was in this case something strictly related to the Hamato family. Not something anyone can just learn and use.

But that begged the question. Would Y/N be even able to use this ninpo? For once Mikey said that it required utter trust towards their family and as much as Y/N wanted to extend this trust towards everyone, it was difficult to do so. They trusted them that they wanted to help and don’t mean any harm but utter and complete trust? That was something different.

Besides it was something only the Hamato family could use. But Y/N was Y/N L/N. Technically they shouldn’t be able to use it. Because they aren’t the person they all think they are.

But what if against all odds they did get access to this specific power? What would that mean? Maybe it would just be because this body is still a Hamato body? Did that make sense? Would it mean they were part of this family after all for some reason? Would it mean that the brothers were correct, and they were wrong? Somehow the memories of their human life were the wrong ones?

Their heart beat hard in their chest. Suddenly they were hyperaware of their own breathing. They took in more breath than they should, didn’t they? No, no, they couldn’t panic right now! Not while everyone was here and watching them! They had to prove that they were alright and ready to go outside. They had to hold on!

This sucked.

Suddenly there was a pull. Green arms with orange flecks flew around their neck. Slightly pulling them down towards the smaller turtle. Even if he was only smaller by a few inches.

Y/N immediately snaked their own arms around his shell. While this was embarrassing, they were happy for this sudden sign of affection. The hug grounded them again. It pulled them back into reality.

They thought themself into a panic when nothing has even happened yet. At least they haven’t started bawling.

After a few moments Y/N let go and Mikey took a few steps back again. Instead of a worried expression that they fully expected, they were met by a soft smile from Mikey.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

They nodded “I am now. Thank you. Uh, sorry. My thoughts kind of took over.”

“That’s alright. Do you want to talk about it? Or do you want to be distracted for now?”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at this. It was nice to just straight up ask them this “I think I would prefer a distraction for now.” Their eyes flew along everyone in the room. Too many people were in here and while they knew they all would help them try to work through this, they felt way too exposed to suddenly bring up this panic inducing thought.

Mikey nodded, he seemed to understand what the issue was “Um, did you catch what I said at the end? Do you want to avoid this topic for now?”

“Oh, um, I remember you telling me what the difference between ninpo and mystic spells are. I think I understood it. You can tell me again what you said after that. Sorry again.” While it might not have been the smartest idea to stay on this topic, Y/N felt the need to prove that this wouldn’t be a problem in the future. Maybe it was stupid and even childish since they were sure the others wouldn’t hesitate to find solutions but they also didn’t want to give them another reason to coddle them even more.

Mikey’s smile widened “Don’t worry about it!” His semiserious expression and tone seemed to disappear and his usual cheery persona returned “I just said that since our ninpo is family related we can usually kinda extend it to feel each other? At least enough to tell that the others are nearby or not. During battle we are usually more in sync. And we all just noticed that it’s kind of difficult for us to get a sense of you. Which makes sense. You are in a weird situation, and you are kind of getting to know your own family again which will take time. Hence why we think you can’t reliably use your ninpo at the moment.”

Ah.

That somehow helped calm them down again. So, the others wouldn’t expect them to suddenly use these ninpo powers because they could already tell that they can’t.

“But, we came up with a solution!” Mikey exclaimed happily. His finger up in the air.

“What- What kind of solution?” Y/N cursed the stutter that gave too much away of their actual nervousness when they tried to at least appear calm now.

Mikey nodded “Yep! Draxum will help!”

Y/N squinted “The… yokai dude?”

“Yeah before we learned to use our ninpo and stuff we stole some of his weapons which gave us the ability to use our mystic powers. These weapons kind of got destroyed but with our ninpo upgrades we can make new ones that share the same powers. You however don’t have that option so we asked Draxy to remake your old bow.”

Donnie scoffed at that “Even though I made you a perfectly fine bow myself.”

“Well you wouldn’t give him the bow to imbue the correct magic into it.” Mikey reminded him.

Donnie looked towards the ground, crossing his arms over his plastron. He almost looked sheepish or embarrassed “This… This is my bow for Y/N. It just- It just wouldn’t be right to change it up if it’s perfectly fine and only if Y/N and I together have a proper say in it.”

Y/N didn’t need to fully understand what was going on to know that this bow meant something to Donnie. Even if it only was because he probably slaved some good amount of time on it for his sibling.

“Yeah, don’t worry, Donald. We understand.” Mikey then turned back to Y/N “But that means that it will take a bit of time before we get to test your reaction at your mystic powers.”

Their reaction at their own powers? That was weirdly worded.

Y/N cleared their throat “So, what does that mean now?”

Leo suddenly laid his arm around their shoulder “We just wanted to make sure you understand what ninpo and mystic magic is. Now it’s time we return to proper training. We will first get your hand-to-hand combat better up to speed and train your use in your weapons.”

“Alright but now I’m curious. What kind of special powers do you all have? Mikey has long chains and fire, I know that now.” While they didn’t want to linger too long on this topic if they had the choice, they had to admit. Curiosity won the fight once again.

Leo grinned “I can make portals and teleport around. I know, I know. I’m the coolest.”

“Oh nah, I can make a projection of myself and turn into huge Raph and smash the enemies even better! Hell, I can even use it as a shield to protect us from huge falls and impacts! If that isn’t cool then I don’t know what is!” Raph suddenly interjected.

“Oh, gentlemen. Clearly it is I with the superior powers.” Donnie spoke theatrically “For I can create any type of technical weapon. I basically have the whole US weapon arsenal at my side. Try to top that!”

Y/N turned towards April who just shrugged “I can make a glowing bat that I can throw around like a boomerang.”

So they then pointed at themself and looked at the group with a questioning gaze.

Mikey’s eyes widened “Oh! Right we never did tell you what you can do, huh?”

They nodded.

“Well, my dear sibling. You might not reach the same amazingness as portals but yours isn’t too bad either.” Leo let go of them to stand in front of Y/N “Just as how Mikey can like control and create mystic fire you have electricity powers! You usually use it to make arrows out of electricity and shoot them. You can also use them to place electric traps on the ground for example to shock unsuspecting enemies. When fighting Meatsweats it always ends with the smell of bacon.”

Y/N’s mouth opened a bit to show their surprise. Not going to lie that kind of sounded really cool. That also might explain why they had to look for the arrows and there were only a few ones left. Why use normal arrows if you can just make some out of electricity! Also, they could make electric traps with it? That sounded really cool.

Actually there was a ton of ways they could see how to use it in battle and combined with the fact that they are supposed to be the stealthiest one? Oh yeah, there was definitely potential.

Finally they closed their mouth again only to speak “That sounds so cool!”

“But guys you know what all of this means right?” April suddenly asked.

When no one responded April was gracious enough to answer “You all had to properly learn to work with Y/N’s traps and now they have kind of forgotten all about them so I think you need to go through this whole teamworking business again.”

There was an immediate reaction of groaning. Leo immediately turned to Raph, pointing his finger up into his red themed brother’s face “We do not do the ball thing again! You hear me! We do not!”

Raph grimaced and looked away from his suddenly fuming brother “Ah, no. Didn’t even think about it. Besides now are you the boss so have fun coming up with a training plan… Not that Raph won’t help ya.”

Leo sighed and seemed to relax again “You’re right. Besides we are older now. We are smarter. We can find a non-embarrassing way to train our teamwork.”

It felt a bit much to call for teamwork training when the Y/N was the only problem. Technically. But they weren’t going to bring that up.

“Kids as much as I like to listen to you all but I think it’s time for you to train properly, yeah? I think I can trust you all to do a good job. I’ll be retreating into my room.” Splinter spoke.

Donnie sighed “Your soaps are about to start, right?”

Splinter froze “No. No, I just think that I should show you all some trust by letting you train on your own. You usually train on your own. We solved this problem, so I think everything is in your capable hands.”

“Not that I don’t appreciate you showing trust for our abilities, dad.” Donnie stared his father down “I know when your shows start. You can’t lie to me.”

With an impressive amount of speed Splinter suddenly basically fled out of the dojo with a quick “You all got this! Especially you, Green! Love you all! Don’t kill each other!” And then he was gone.

Y/N pointed to the entrance “So, I assume this is usual behavior for him?”

Leo nodded “There are a few constants in life. Splinter and his obsession with his favorite TV shows is one of them. As far as I know it’s always been like this though lately he has gotten better with it.”

Raph nodded “Yeah. I actually really think he was honest about him believing in us and all.”

Donnie massaged the space in between his eyes “Let’s just start proper training.”

“Alright. Mikey against Raph. Apes against Don and me against Y/N. This time I want you to do more than dodging!” Leo issued out, ending with a sort of sing song voice.

They barely survived last time against Leo and even then he said he was going easy on them! Now they were also supposed to punch him besides trying their best to not get hit? It took all their braincells to evade him last time!

Seems like Leo really was a believer in the sink and swim method.