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What if..
Now hear me out!
I draw both of our hellsing ocs interacting
AND HYPOTHETICALLY!
they're friends
#hypothetically i may be asking for you to drop your oc in the reblog#hellsing oc#hellsing fandom#hellsing ultimate#hellsing art#hellsing#oc artwork#oc art#also add the height or i will assume they're specifically 5'6#am still working on writing stuff#or you can drop them in the ask question thingie box
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Hi hella!!!
I feel like i always start these off or end them by saying that these things are going to be incomprehensible in some way, mainly bc i have trouble translating whats going on in my mind into written words so i really dont know how much of my list thingies make sense to you but this one is especially probably going to not make much sense. (also bc i send them a lot when im either very tired or not sober, but i am sober and wide awake rn so this might be a different kind of incomprehensible)
I found one of my old drafts for an ask from around a year ago and it was a follow up response to the last chapter you posted at the time, so im not sure how its going to sound without the context of that specific chapter, but i also mentioned in one of my other asks that i add stuff in last minute and that ask i added a shit ton of stuff so i dont have any of that pretyped out so im going by memory. But im sending it again bc i havent seen you answer it
(please do not interpret this as ‘why didnt you answer my ask >:/’ or me rushing you to answer asks or anything like that, but like I said its been a year so im assuming tumblr ate it. If not and you just havent cleaned out your ask box and you find the original, congratulations you’ll know what i originally said. Bc idk how accurate this will be)
SO
Theres two different ways that you seem to write metaphors (idk if thats what theyre called im not caught up on my literary terminology)
(im scrolling through your blog rn looking for my other asks and tumblr really did you dirty in your asks system like i started scrolling and the third one down was from 2021 and im fighting for my life trying to find my tag (thank you for my tag btw its very useful to me))
Anywho, most of your metaphors ( to me) can be split into two categories. Theres the simple ones and the complex ones. Now this might seem obvious but im going to explain to you how these have different effects on my brain.
An example of the ‘simple’ ones is
““If Nanook’s tone had a note of seriousness, then Zuko’s was the entire orchestra.”” (idk what chapter this is from its been a while)
You have a lot of these kinds of whatever the haick kind of literary technique this is (is this a metaphor i’ve been trying to google it for like ½ an hour and i cant figure it out) BUT these type of things that are simple and easy to process is one of my favorite things about the way you write. I think this is a very common technique but the way you do it to me is just a lot more unique than the ways ive seen it done before. Its extremely fluent with the voice of the characters and brings a perfect kind of vibe to the ‘conversation’ (or story, text, whatever) and it paints the picture of what your trying to say perfectly. I also really like how these types of things arent ever in Zukos pov a lot (sometimes it is, but not nearly as much, I’ve noticed) and its not in the more serious like revelations that you drop these in. Like I said, it adds to the voice of the characters, bc of the contrast of Zuko constantly having revelations and dramatic archs and stuff, and the other characters just in general being a lot more calm. Its like when youre listening to a song and you have the lyrics and the like ‘main’ music behind the lyrics, but then when you listen to the song a lot you notice the smaller, like backup music that adds a lot to the song and makes it a lot more enjoyable than if it was just the lyrics and the louder more up front music.
Then in contrast you have the bigger ‘metaphors’
An example of this is ‘You curse in words already invented’
THIS IS MY FAVORITE LINE IN THE ENTIRE FIC.
OF ANY FIC OR BOOK EVER READ
AND THIS IS WHY
When I tell you I could not figure out what this meant for months I am AWFUL with stuff like this and interpreting it my english teachers hate me bc of it. Id have the question ‘why were the curtains blue’ and my answer would be ‘bc the people who decorated the room like blue maybe theyre interior designers and it goes with the room 😊 and thats so hot of them bc i love blue too’
But even thought i couldnt figure it out it stayed in my head and i probably thought about it once a day (i mean this literally, i think about that part all the time) and i cant remember the context for that or anything but i do remember that i knew it was a wonderful phrase.
I’ve mentioned in my other asks how whenever im reading anything at all that you’ve written (whether its tams, or toab, or in the tags of something even if its like 10 words), everything you type comes out so fluidly like a formula or a color wheel or however i put it last time i talked about this. And this is on the prodigious end of the spectrum of this.
But phrases like that are another part of the fic, theyre like the lyrics of the song. Like the phrases that gets all the attention and gets put in fanart and that gets quoted in comment sections because they deserve that recognition and you deserve that recognition and are just a reminder of how incredibly talented you are.
I mean that in the most sincere way that i know how to express.
I am constantly in awe of you and your writing style, and i really do think of you as one of the most talented writers of everything ive ever read.
And something else worth mentioning is that it isnt just your ao3 that portrays that. Like if I were to just read your ao3 I’d be like ‘oh wow this person is an amazing writer’ But your tumblr persona plays into it a lot more (In my opinion). Because then you see like more ‘backround’ stuff on ao3. And more of your system (im not articulating this in the way i mean it very well) and you get privy to the fact that you’re not a 30 year old with a masters in english and that you’ve never had any formal education on writing. I vaguely remember you talking about a story about a sailor (??? i might be misremembering that) that you wrote when you were a child and thinking ‘oh wow so she’s always been like that’. And its stuff like that that you dont get on ao3 that kind of reaffirms how incredible of a writer you are.
And this (to me) makes you a really easy person to admire. (ik i touched on this in a different ask but i dont remember if it was one of my list asks or not) but as someone who probably isnt going to ever be able to get an education around writing, it kind of reassures me that i dont need that to be great at it.
(i kind of feel like a lot of the stuff in this ask is too like ‘simple’ or obvious to be given a lot of weight, but this whole thing is about the kinds of things you do that brings me personally joy and the metaphors are one of them so)
Also on an off note when i was looking through your asks to try to find my tag, I noticed that i send you a heavy percentage of your anonymous asks (mainly without my alias) and I thought that was funny. But also i hope it doesnt come across as obsessive or weird, I swear i do that to a lot of people on here, I’m just a very social person. .😂
Also Im in your tbos server (lurking in the shadows) and someone pointed out that whenever you do the reaction emojis you always do the white ones, and thats going on the official ‘my favorite things about hella’ list because that was genuinely one of the funniest things ive seen.
Also the ‘anytime you type its very fluid (im too lazy to scroll up and see how i put it rn) also carrys on to discord. I think that i could probably block out the user names and be able to figure out that its you talking every time, you have a very distinct way of talking.
Also i wanted to mention that every time you answer these i read them again and i want to say like 1/3 of what i sasy, i have no recollection of. And i never have any idea what im talking about. so i think thats funny.
LIST ANONNNNNNNNNNNNN BAWLING MY EYES OUT HELLO BABY WELCOME BACK FROM WAR IVE MISSED YOU IM JUST HERE LIKE THIS RN
#this is so something i needed to hear rn bc always during exam season i 'lose' my ability to write like even the writing i do get done#just feels so fucking stale and awful imo and i just have to force myself to push through or else ill have a crisis about it#so i started studying in DECEMBER and it's now almost february exams are done but i CANT get out of that mindset for some reason#like ive been in a really bad writing flunk where im ABLE to write but the stuff i do write just feels genuinely terrible#like im losing it about dog teeth atm bc this story i was so in love with just feels so basic and underwhelming on a reread#and idk how much of that is me being insane and perfectionist and how much is valid criticism#so being told that actually there are people who not only enjoy my writing but are so thoroughly convinced it's a fundamental part of me#and something i am inherently GOOD at to the point even the way i talk CASUALLY is telling of it is just. oughhh im pacing my room#and the fact it doesn't HAVE to be my pretentious prose shit sometimes the more 'basic' stuff is STILL good. you're in my walls#i cant believe you're in the discord i hope you say hi!!! i dont bite!!! <- lying#also those assholes can take my silly white emojis from my COLD DEAD HANDS. white thumbs down will never die#ask#list anon
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Ok let’s do this one
Signalis
Gameplay: 7/10
Story: 10/10
Short review: This is a survival horror game. I’m not the biggest fan of those. I got through the gameplay, it’s passable and the puzzles make you feel clever. If you like survival horror play it, it’s neat.
If you like stories with strong thematic elements, either play this game or watch a playthrough on youtube because it’s incredible.
Longer review:
You ever just see a book or a movie or something and think, “wow that thing has impeccable vibes”? That’s Signalis for me.
I’ve struggled to write this review like 4 times now and keep running into the primary issue with reviewing this game in that it’s near impossible to get across why its good without you having experienced it. I’ve put the title drop in a bunch of places already, but I don’t see a better way to get across what I’m trying to say than just showing this 2 minute video.
youtube
Right from go, you’ve got The King in Yellow, the three-note oddity, Chopin’s Raindrop Prelude, quotes from Lovecraft’s The Festival, a face being stripped of flesh, black text on red background, just... vibes, man.
But there’s just more, the game starts slow but eventually just throws question after question at you. What would you be willing to do for someone you loved? What’s the nature of life? How do memories from the past affect the present, the future? How much are you willing to sacrifice? The game provides some answers but like a lot of great thematic works, there’s so much left to you, the experiencer, to figure out and interpret for yourself.
Ok, so what do you actually DO in this game? Signalis is an isometric 3rd person survival horror game. You’re tasked with progressing deeper and deeper into a mining facility in search of “her”, a woman who haunts your dreams and whom you made some sort of promise to. In your quest, you much do a bunch of puzzles to unlock doors, turn off security systems, and find keys. There are two obstacles to this. The first is the Rule of Six- you can only have six items in your inventory at a time (with the exception of a couple integrated thingies, also this can be made less stringent and even turned off). The second is the horror part. The former workers of the mine, androids like yourself, are not doing too great, and will try to murder your ass. So you have to manage either sneaking around or popping caps in metal ass with limited ammo, then curbstomping them to make them lie still. This allows you to progress without concern from the enemies, making progression much easi- wait, why is that one standing back up?
This is pretty much it. The puzzles vary in difficulty from “type in a code into a safe” to “turn on a radio broadcast station and turn on your in-unit radio to open a box with a microphone in it”. Like I said, the gameplay is fine.
But what keeps getting me about this game is those thematic questions it asks. There’s a lot of subtle decisions you can make that influence how the game ends, and unlike a lot of similar games there’s no “good ending”. There’re just varying degrees of... stuff. And without delving into spoilers, there’s not much I can say beyond “yeah game is good play it or watch a playthrough”.
And from the point of view of the developers, I don’t think that was unintentional.
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RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS
(I got tagged by @the-ghost-of-question-mark!)
I have WAY TOO MANY OF THESE so I'll give you my 15 most recently worked on Logic Pro sessions in my WIPS folder (note that this doesn't include the stuff for collective projects that have more than one track involved, since "WIP Collections" is a different folder)
The Precursors
Playful?
Sad Tiems
Battle Of The Jade Knight
An Unrelenting Machine
The Emergency Break Can Be Found At The Front And Rear Of Every Passenger Car
Wonderous Chordy Things - 9/25/2022
Zoia?
ACTUALLY NECRIS FOR REAL THIS TIME
NECRIS
hehe chords lol
Ashes V1
EPIC DRUM AND BASS THINGY
I Dream Of A Restful Slumber
Zamber
(Ashes V1's not even supposed to be in there, which means I think I forgot to delete the duplicate when I moved it to the DND Project folder...)
(Also if you want to hear these you can drop a number in my ask box and I'll post a snippet)
Anyways, I tag! @akamarulover @simplyghosting @secret--psalms--saturn and @master-of-47-dudes!
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We Are Family, Chapter 2: Bully Busters
It was time for lunch, and half the class wanted to talk to the four new boys. They crowded around the four and started asking them questions.
“Are you guys like twins or something?” one of the girls asked. The four boys blinked in unison, before Yuri said, “We’re quadruplets.”
“Ooh, do you guys have that twin telepathy thingy twins sometimes have?” a boy asked. Yuto replied, “Yes, we have quadruplet telepathy. And sometimes a hivemind too.”
“Wait, so is that why you guys seem to blink at the same time?” another boy asked. Yuto, Yugo, and Yuri all said, “Yep!”
“Which one of you is the oldest? And which one is the youngest?” asked a girl. A boy rolled his eyes and said, “They’re all the same age! They’re quadruplets!”
“I’m the oldest of us four,” Yuto said. “Yuri was born seven minutes after me, Yugo was born ten minutes after Yuri, and Yuya was born fifteen minutes after Yugo, so he’s the youngest. We’ve also got an older brother named Zarc. He’s ten years older than us, and he’s in college right now.” There was a chorus of oooohs.
“Hang on,” said another boy looking around in confusion. This was the boy that had been sitting behind Yuya before the teacher told him to switch with Yuri. “There were four of you in our class, right? Where did the one with the tomato hair go?”
Yuto, Yuri, and Yugo looked around in alarm. Sure enough, Yuya was gone. His brother’s eyes widened, and Yugo cried out, “Oh my god… he’s escaped again! We gotta find him before someone tries to hurt him again!” The three boys raced out the classroom door, looking for their missing brother.
Yuya, meanwhile, was sitting outside on a bench, getting ready to eat his bento. Yuto and Zarc had prepared lunch for all of them like they did most days when their mother was busy with her celebrity chef career, and Yuya was eager to feast. But no sooner had he unwrapped his bento box from its wrapping cloth, a shadow fell over him. He looked up and saw a tough-looking boy in a black leather jacket standing in front of him.
“Hey! You’re in my spot!” the tough boy said. Yuya just blinked up at him. “There’s plenty of spots around.”
“That’s my spot!” the tough boy growled, grabbing him by the collar. The students in the area started watching in horror. Yuya blinked again. “You really, really don’t want to do that.”
“And why not?” the tough boy sneered. Suddenly, several sets of hands grabbed him and aggressively dragged him to the ground.
“That’s why,” Yuya said cheerfully. “I have several very overprotective brothers! Hi, guys!”
“Yuya, are you ok?” Yuto asked. Yuya nodded. “I’m fine, thanks!” Everyone around watched as Yuto, Yuri, and Yugo pinned the bully’s arms behind his back and lifted him off the ground.
“So, what should we do with him?” Yuto mused. Yuri grinned. “I have an idea!~”
“Please don’t try to feed this one to your carnivorous plants!” Yuya pleaded. Yuri frowned. “I no longer have any ideas…”
“Let go of me, you little brats!” the bully yelled, trying to get free. Yugo scowled and kicked him in the groin, hard. “Only our older brother can call us brats!”
Suddenly, Yuri lit up and grinned, “I have a new idea!~” His brothers looked at him, and immediately realized what he was thinking. Yuya shuddered. “…Fine.”
Yuto, Yuri, and Yugo started carrying the bully away, but then they stopped. Yuto looked at Yugo and said, “Yugo, you stay here with Yuya, and make sure nobody else tries to hurt him.”
“Okay!” Yugo said, dropping the bully on his head. He walked over to Yuya and sat down next to him as Yuto and Yuri carried the bully back into the school, down the halls, and to the Boys’ Bathroom. Yuri kicked open a bathroom stall and grabbed the bully by the hair. The bully started panicking as he realized what was about to happen. “No! No! Let me go! Let me gooooooo!”
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“So, how was your first day at a new school?” Zarc asked his younger brothers as he drove them home after school that day. Yuya smiled up at him from the front passenger seat, “It was good! Thanks for the shrimp bento!”
“Yeah, school was fine,” Yugo said. “Nothing much to report.”
“I shoved a boy’s head in a toilet!” Yuri announced proudly.
Zarc immediately slammed on the brakes, and turned to face him in disbelief. “You WHAT?!” Yuri looked very pleased with himself.
“Chill, Zarc,” Yuto sighed. “The boy was bullying Yuya, so we just showed him what happens to people who pick on our family.”
Zarc groaned and rested his forehead on the steering wheel. “Oh my god…” he groaned. “Whyyyy?”
“He was really mean,” Yuya said, patting Zarc on the shoulder. “He grabbed me by my collar just because I sat down on a bench to eat. Said it was his spot.” The youngest Sakaki brother pouted at the memory.
Zarc was silent for a few long minutes. Then he sighed. “Just… promise me you squirts won’t do something that gets you expelled again…”
“Hey! Yuri was the one that got expelled!” Yugo protested. “We just changed schools with him cuz we didn’t want him to be alone, remember?”
Zarc sighed again. “Yeah, I remember, just… none of you get expelled at this school, okay?”
“Okay!” the quadruplets said together. “We promise!”
#cross posted on ao3#cross posted on quotev#cross posted on wattpad#yugioh arc v#yuya sakaki#yugo#yuri#yuto#zarc#quadruplets#high school au
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More random Good Omens prompts/imaginings from the depths of my brain
First part here, third part here
As ever, if you'd like to use one or more of these points as inspiration for art or fic, feel free! Just tag me in the end result, 'cos I'd love to see it :D
(adding a read-more thingy b/c LOOOONG rambling post)
Aziraphale's puttering gently around the bookshop, and Crowley's slouching around, admiring him and smiling besottedly. Azzy eventually spots him and asks how long he's been doing that. "Quite a while," Crowley replies. "You're the most beautiful being in all creation." This catches Azzy right in the still-slightly-shaky self-esteem, and he has to bury his face in Crowley's shoulder for a bit. Once he's recovered, he realises that his faithful serpent seems to be working up to a Significant Question and fidgeting with something in his pocket, so he steps back to give Crowley space to ask. Besotted Snek stutters his way through fragments of a pre-planned speech that's mostly swan-dived out of his memory, before mentally going 'sod it' and saying words to the effect of, "We've more or less been emotionally married for millennia at this point." [holds out open ring box] "Want to formalise it?" Aziraphale: [loud excited squeals through which the word 'YES!!!!!!!!!' can be at least somewhat distinguished] Once the ring's on his finger, Azzy pulls a ring box out of his own pocket and proffers it to Crowley, conveying his own question via squeaks, eyebrow movements, hand gestures and full-body wiggles because he's so happy and excited that he's temporarily lost the capacity for coherent speech. When the ring's on Crowley's finger, they both have a bit of a 'holy crap, did we just get ENGAGED???? Are we FIANCES now????? :D' moment before smooching each other's faces off
Azzy and Crowley discussing wedding plans, deciding against a church ceremony (for many very obvious reasons) and a simple registry office thing (feels a bit...mundane), eventually going for a handfasting-type ceremony at Tadfield Manor (in the garden, because Azzy finds expansive indoor spaces with fluorescent lighting a bit triggering), with guests including the Shopkeepers' Association, Shadwell and Madame Tracy, Anathema and Newt, the Them, and Muriel <3 Speeches and toasts about 6000 years of slow burn love and "my angel, who makes eternity worthwhile" and "my demon -- my wily old serpent who led me to salvation", a first dance to A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square, an eclectic playlist that ranges from Shostakovitch to Saint-Saens* and Queen (We Are The Champions, Somebody To Love etc) and Velvet Underground (Sunday Morning, I'll Be Your Mirror, Pale Blue Eyes etc) <3 General all-round romantic loveliness! *(I picked this 'cos Azzy's listening to Danse Macabre in S2E3 when he's talking to the Bentley about 'classical music that stays classical music')
The Ineffable Husbands are wandering around, hand in hand, being happy and adorable and completely in love, when they happen to walk past one of those loud obnoxious street preachers, who calls out to them with some religious remark that hits directly on a raw point. Aziraphale instantly drops from cheery bonhomie to steely, icy civility, coldly telling the preacher, "I have neither the time nor the patience to explain just how offensively wrong you are. Kindly leave. Now." No miracles required -- the preacher is so intimidated that they scurry off immediately, and Azzy is able to cheer back up after a few moments of staring at his wily, precious ol' serpent <3
Muriel nips into GMCOGMD for a soothing chamomile tea after an all-hands meeting in Heaven that was supposed to be about the Second Coming but didn't go quite according to plan >:D Nina points them towards Crowley, who's gloomily consuming mug after mug of the strongest espresso she can legally sell him. Muriel goes over and, after the initial couple beats of awkwardness, tells him, "I think we're going to need a new metaphor." C: "Huh?" M: "Because if a, um, murder hornet or something gets into a beehive..." [C. perks up a bit and deploys his Left Eyebrow] "...I don't think it'd spread absolute unbridled chaos..." [C. starts smirking affectionately] "...simply by being unrelentingly lovely to the worker drones!" [C. cackles delightedly, startling everyone in the coffee shop] C: "Ohohohoho, Aziraphale, you absolute BEAUTY!!! Hahahahaha!"
In an attempt to keep Aziraphale in line when his psychological break from Heaven becomes increasingly obvious, the Metatron has Sandalphon give Crowley's block of flats the Sodom-and-Gomorrah treatment with him inside it, while Azzy is forced to watch. Afterwards, Azzy starts wearing a black armband of mourning, and as a piece of stubborn, bloody-minded contrariness and rebellion, deliberately makes it larger and more elaborate whenever anyone comments on it (sometimes twice in a row, e.g. 'That armband...' *ka-elaborate!* '...Are you going to do that *every* time someone comments on it??' *Looks them dead in the eye and ka-elaborates again*) -- especially when he starts to suspect that Crowley survived. He did, of course, thanks to a Nice & Accurate letter from Anathema Device that gave him enough notice to be able to pack up his stuff *and* evacuate the other residents with all their possessions! By the time the Ineffable Husbands are reunited, Azzy's armband is so large and elaborate that it covers his entire upper left arm in an intricate braid of gilt-edged black and red leather with subtle snake designs everywhere -- it ends up hanging in pride of place on the living room wall of their South Downs cottage :D
Crowley fretting over a traumatised, just-escaped-from-Heaven Aziraphale -- cuddling him, wrapping him in blankets, cuddling him some more, stroking and nuzzling his face and hair, and so on... Someone (who Crowley's already a bit miffed at) incautiously ventures to ask why he's acting this way, to which Crowley calmly and coldly replies, "When I was crawling out of a lake of boiling sulphur after the Fall, I really needed hugs and comfort and soft blankets, but there was nothing. No-one was offering. I had to deal with that trauma alone. Aziraphale might not have Fallen, but he's lost a load-bearing part of his identity in a similarly traumatic way, and I am NOT going to make him go through that on his own. If you have anything so crass as an objection, the door's over there [points]. Don't let it hit you on your way out." [proceeds to glare until they back down]
Aziraphale just barely escaping Heaven, fleeing to the bookshop pretty much via homing instinct, and desperately scrubbing out the summoning circle before the trauma catches up to him and he keels over into Crowley's arms
During the course of preventing-the-Second-Coming planning, Crowley takes to wandering aimlessly around the bookshop, clutching Azzy's cuddly grey cardigan like a security blanket
The Ineffable Husbands accurately narrating each other's body language and facial expressions from opposite ends of a long-distance phone call because they just know each other THAT well <3 (audibly acrobatic Left Eyebrow!!! The Full-Body Wiggles!!!)
One of the Ineffables getting a bit morose about what'll happen if the Second Coming isn't stopped and sadly quoting, "Dies irae, dies illa..." and the other announcing their presence by completing the sentence with "...solvet saeclum in favila. But it won't come to that." [reassuring squeeze to the other's shoulder]
#good omens#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable husbands#ineffable walnuts#fic prompt#art prompt#fanfiction#fanfic#fan art
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𝔻𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕤
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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen. (this was requested)
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Dub-Con/Non-Con as per usual with sex pollens fics (although i try to write them as consensual as possible :T) Smut obvi (18+ minors dni), slight daddy kink, age gap?, public male masturbation; it's brief but still
TW: very brief mention of possible suicide
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hot
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“Where are those daisies we collected from the last mission?” Tony asked you, eyes staying glued to the hologram in front of him.
“I left them on the quinjet. Fury said to wait for transportation until Shield confirms safety. It’s literally in a glass case, but whatever,” you rolled your eyes, making the older man laugh.
“Just protocol, kid,” he snickered.
Meanwhile Bucky sat with Steve eating lunch, chatting it up like old men do.
“So what did you bring back from the last mission? I saw a bunch of agents in hazmat suits,” Steve said sipping his coffee.
“Uh, well Thor said we should bring some plants back for research, but it seems like a bunch of normal lookin’ daisies,” Bucky shrugged.
“Y/n loves daisies,” Steve smirked.
“Ok?”
“And you love Y/n,” Steve teased.
“No I don’t-”
“Hey boys!” you skipped past the kitchen.
“Y/n,” Bucky said standing up with a big goofy smile on his face.
“Where ‘ya going?” Steve asked with a chuckle.
“Quinjet. Fury gave us the go to start doing tests on that plant you brought the other day,” you smiled lightly jogging to the runway.
“Why don't you ask her on a date, Buck,” Steve nudged.
“Come on, she’s way too smart to go out with a dumbass like me,” Bucky joked.
“Seriously.”
“I don’t know. It’s been years since I’ve talked to another woman. It doesn’t come naturally anymore. Wha- what’s even the first I’d say to her?”
“I don’t know, man. I’m on the same boat with you. Just… Tell how nice she looks today when she comes back.”
“Really?” Bucky asked skeptically.
“Yeah, be nice to her.”
“I am nice to her.”
“I mean be extra nice. Flatter her,” Steve told him, “Go wait in the lab until she comes back and tell her she looks pretty today.”
“Isn’t Tony in the lab?” Bucky asked.
“Ha ha, yeah,” Steve teased, patting his back before leaving to his room.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Tony mumbled seeing Bucky waltzing in the room awkwardly.
“Nothing,” he mumbled back.
Tony dropped his hands and stared at Bucky with an unimpressed look on his face. Everyone but you knew about Barnes’ little boy crush on you but he’s never had the balls to say anything. You were close to Tony and seeing as though he doesn’t particularly like Bucky, he didn’t want you hanging around him. But you were an adult so of course you hung out with whoever you wanted.
He was sure you liked him back too which never ceased to make him roll his eyes.
You walked back from the quinjet with the glass container of daisies. You weren’t exactly a plant expert but it was apparent that these daisies were mutated seeing as though the pollen swirled around the flowers gracefully. It was beautiful but then again they might be extremely dangerous considering it was a Hydra experiment.
“Hey Y/n, off to the lab again?” Steve smiled.
“Yup, gotta check these babies out according to Thor; said they might be dangerous if they’re what he thinks they are,” you said, still walking.
“And what’s that?” you just shrugged at his question unsure of the answer yourself.
“Well, Bucky’s waiting for you in the lab,” he slipped in the conversation.
“Really? Why’s-” Crash!
“Oh no,” Tony mumbled, seeing the collision in action.
“Shit, I’m so sorry,” you stuttered.
“No, no. I should be sorry. Here let me help,” bucky knelt to the ground grabbed the fallen daisies with his bare hands.
“No! Don’t touch-” Tony shouted practically sprinting towards you two.
The golden pollen swirled in a misty manner engulfing Bucky completely. You stared with furrowed brows confused at the sight before you and what was going on. Bucky’s skin began to burn and his senses were being overloaded. All he could smell in that moment was you; the same scent that he got a whiff of this morning when he hugged you, the perfume and the shampoo that filled his senses when you walked passed him.
Tony pushed you out of the lab roughly throwing you in Steve’s arms who was just as confused.
“FRIDAY,” Tony called out.
“Yes, Mr. Stark,” the familiar voice answered.
“Lock all the doors to the lab and maybe turn on the a/c,” he commanded.
“Of course, Mr. Stark.”
All the glass walls and doors instantly shut and locked, locking Bucky inside. Bucky’s eyes found your and slammed his body against the glass desperately trying to reach you. You too ran up to the glass wall trying to understand what had happened to him. Everything was happening so suddenly.
Your forehead was pressed against the glass as was Bucky’s; both of you staring into each other’s eyes momentarily. In that moment, you could see his eyes turn golden for a quick second before his pupils dilated ridiculously before your eyes.
“Is he going to be ok?” you turned away.
“Y/n! Please!” Bucky’s muffled screams shocked you.
“Uh… where’s Thor?” Tony panicked.
“What the hell is happening?” Nat asked; Sam, Wanda, and Vision trailing behind closely.
“Nat,” you ran to her.
“What happened to Bucky?” Same asked.
“He- I ran- I ran into him by a-accident and the box dropped. There was mist everywhere and Bucky's eyes. His eyes,” you stammered breathlessly.
“Please! I need her!” Bucky hit the glass in an attempt to break it.
“Oh my goodness,” Wanda gasped at the sweaty Bucky hitting and practically going feral.
“Oh god, is he gonna be ok?” you teared up. This is your fault, dammit.
“I can asure he will experience no physical harm,” Thor’s voice made all of you turn around.
“Just physically? What the hell does that mean?” Sam argued.
“Well, uh… I’ve never actually seen it’s effects in person. Especially not on a Midguardian…” his voice trailed off and his eyes grew big.
Nat snapped her head, eyes widening as well. Bucky with absolutely no shame held his hard dick in his hands pumping it with his eyes trained on you. You went to turn around seeing nat’s expression but she covered you eyes before you could actually see the lewd behavior Bucky indulged in.
“What’s happening?” you asked holding onto Nat as she led across the room.
“Nothing, they’re gonna take care of Buck. Don’t worry about it,” she said quickly.
You sat in your room bouncing your leg as the movie on your TV played. Every now and then Bucky would moan and cry particularly loud making all of you wince and cringe. But your mind felt foggy simply thinking about Bucky and his safety; especially that moment when his eyes went from confusion to you don’t even know what. Hunger? Desire? Lust?
Whatever it was, it made your tummy flutter.
“Steve, any news on Bucky?” Steve stood at the doorway with a worrisome face that did nothing to ease your already panicked nerves.
“Well, as far as Thor knows the plant that was mutated with the daisies was pollen extracted from a breeding plant common among other galaxies; for species that can’t… reproduce like we do. The pollen enters the system and targets the nociceptors causing excruciating pain without physical harm. If untreated the victim can reach a traumatic state and truthfully, they will do anything to stop the pain; even kill themselves.”
“What the hell does any of that mean?” Sam grunted.
“It means the tin man is painfully horny,” Tony interrupted.
“Are you fucking serious?” Sam said in disbelief.
“What’s the cure?” Nat said.
“Oxytocin, of course,” Tony said.
“The cuddle hormone,” you whispered.
“Yup. Banner and I are already working on a serum containing artificial oxytocin in hopes to minimize the pain or even better cure him completely. We-”
“I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit more complicated than that,” Thor interrupted Tony.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, see the pollen, it’s a little tricky. The oxyputin-thingy you mentioned…”
“Oxytocin,” Tony clarified but Thor didn’t care too much.
“I don't think artificial love is going to cure the boy. If you want results, he needs to be the one he desires most. That’s where you’ll get your oxy-pudding.”
“Oxy- You know what, we can figure this out without anyone needing to have sex,” Tony groaned.
“Tony, maybe we shouldn’t-” you started.
“Nope, we can do this. We’re science bros,” Tony stormed away like a child.
“Isn’t your lab being ‘occupied’,” Nat called out.
“Shit!”
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Hours went by and the oxytocin experiments were clearly a fail. The first dose did nothing. The second also nothing. The third relieved him for only ten seconds before he went back to his painful state. Since then, they haven’t been able to help or relieve Bucky’s circumstance any longer.
You thought about Thor’s words, about how the one he desires most could cure him. A ping of jealousy struck your heart but you knew you to find the woman Bucky loved and just pray that she'd help him. You made your way back to the lad area where Tony and Bruce had their new makeshift set up while the lab was locked down.
“Tony, this is ridiculous. It’s been going on for too long. You heard what Thor said about what happens when it gets too much,” you begged.
“And what do you suggest we do?” Tony said angrily.
“We need to find the woman that Bucky loves so she can help him,” you argued back.
“It's not just some woman, Y/n! He wants you.”
“What?”
“All the bastard’s been doing for the past eight hours has been masterbating while moaning your name. I’m not putting you in that situation,” Tony yelled.
You couldn’t speak. Was he telling you the truth? Did Bucky want you like that? The same way you secretly wanted him? It’s not like you haven't thought about what being with Bucky would be like before. He was perfect; so handsome and charming.
You ran back to your room where the rest of the guys still were practically out of breath; your heart hammering out of your chest and your stomach fluttering like it does whenever you think about Bucky.
“I need to get to Bucky,” you panted out.
“What?”
“Please you guys need to help me. Tony said that Bucky wants me; I mean can you believe. A guy like him wanting me? I’m just… nobody. He’s way too out of my league and-”
“Y/n, focus,” Nat said.
“Right. I- I want to help him. I know I can.”
“Y/n, we don’t know how dangerous this is. I mean, it came from Hydra, this could be weaponized and you could get hurt,” Steve argued.
“Bucky could never hurt me,” you whispered; Nat looked at you softly, understanding the situation better realizing you were probably Bucky’s only chance of a cure.
“You’re not actually considering letting her do this are you?” Steve scolded Nat.
"Are Tony and Bruce making any progress?" she sighed.
"They haven't been to even relieve his pain for longer than ten seconds," you whispered.
"Steve, this is Bucky we're talking about. Hasn't he endure enough torture in his life?" Nat said softly.
That seemed to convince him. Seeing Bucky in so much pain like he had been only years ago was unfair, especially when they technically already knew a cure. Waiting this out was pure evil at this point.
"How do you suppose we go about this?" he asked.
You devised a plan in order to let Bucky from the lab; he'd find his way to you on his own. Wanda stood from afar using her powers to tamper with the equipment. Tony frustratingly would have to run across the compound to the conference rooms to grab new devices in order to continue with his notes and tests.
On his way back, Steve and his convincing and charming ways would stall Tony's return asking him all sorts of questions about Bucky's state. Meanwhile, Thor made up some excuse to lure Banner away just for a minute so Nat and Sam could override the lockdown through Friday and free Bucky.
All the while you sat in your room waiting anxiously for Bucky to barge through the door and have his way with you.
A few minutes went by and no sign of a ruckus you'd assume would accompany the escape plan. You fiddled with the hem of your skirt biting your lip in anticipation. Still no sign after a couple more minutes. Wanting to make sure you still looked alright for Buck, although he'd probably not even acknowledge your appearance, you stood up to walk to your bathroom.
Just as you stood up, Bucky in all his muscle and broad glory slammed the door behind him staring at you with nothing but desperate hunger. Your stomach flipped when you saw him lock the door, pushing a small chair you had just next to it in front of the door under the handle.
He stalked towards practically panting and you took in his appearance. His hair was quite disheveled and sweat lined his forehead and slightly down his neck. Despite that, he still looked so handsome and sexy.
"маленький, all dressed up for me to ruin," he growled crawling up the bed as you crawled back.
"Buck, are you ok? I want to help you," you whispered.
"I'm more than ok now, beautiful," he whispered leaning into you, his nose brushing against yours, chuckling when you visibly trembled.
"Is my красивый маленький ангел gonna let me use her?" he whispered, huskily.
"Bucky, I don't understand what you're saying."
"так драгоценно," he whispered against your lips before pressing himself completely against you.
His hands, contrast between hot and cold, crept under your shirt brushing lightly over your delicate skin. You had somewhat expected Bucky to have no control and use you relentlessly, of which you wouldn't have minded, but this soft ginger foreplay was really making your panties wet.
Bucky slowly lifted the shirt from your body before tossing it to the side and removing his own. His hands cupped your breasts squeezing the soft flesh quite roughly making you sigh and moan at the feeling.
His lips attached themselves to your neck biting and sucking harshly littering your skin with dark purple marks. He nibbled on your ear as he grinding his pelvis against yours, his large erection poking your center making you even more aroused.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you. It smelled just like you," he whispered.
"T- The daisies?"
"I've been craving you, aching for you. Thinking about how good you're gonna feel wrapped around my cock," he panted speeding up his grinding thrusts.
"Buck," you breathed out.
Bucky shuddered over you before stilling for a moment. He couldn't help it, your scent, your warm skin pressed against his, he couldn't hold back anymore coming straight away in his pants.
You brushed his hair softly soothing him from his high. You thought it was over, that he felt better and was finally cured but almost instantly you felt Bucky harden under you, poking between your thighs and you gasped knowing very well it was going to be a long night.
Bucky stood on his knees and pulled your bottoms down your legs nearly ripping the material. He too rid his bottoms throwing them god knows where before climbing back on top of you. You stared adorably up at him and Bucky almost came again. He smiled softly at you before kissing you once more.
Suddenly, loud bangs on your door startled you but not Bucky.
"What the hell are you doing!" Tony screamed.
"Tony, you gotta stop! This is the only way! It's not fair to him to let him keep suffering. He's done enough of that, ok?" Nat shouted.
"She's gonna get hurt," Tony sighed.
"No she won't. This was her idea."
Tony looked back teary eyed. He really cared for you as his own and putting you in a situation like this wasn't fair to you either. He really tried to help but this was just too complicated and too advanced to solve in only a few hours. They were right, Bucky needed you as much as he didn't like that idea too much.
"Fine."
Bucky lined his cock with your entrance wrapping your legs around his waist. Slowly he pushed in pulling moans from you both. You've only had a couple lovers previous to Bucky but neither of them ever filled you so perfectly. Bucky stretched you out like none other and admittedly he wanted to use his fingers on you first but he'd been away for too long it was too painful to go another second without being inside you.
"So tight and warm, little one. Feel so fucking good wrapped around me."
"Buck," you moaned.
You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer to you as you kissed along his neck and jaw. Bucky moaned breathlessly in your ear and you couldn't help the clenching around him from arousal.
"Fuck, keep doing that, little one," he groaned.
Toy squeezed your thighs together and clenched around him again making him groan louder this time. His thrusts became sporadic and you moved against like a ragdoll unable to keep up with his relentless pace.
Your legs began to shake and your back arched into his chest reaching you first high of the night, gushing all over his cock. You realize he hasn't come and gently push him off you before flipping over to let him take you again from behind.
As expected, Bucky pushed into once again deeper this time and you shuddered under his hand that rested atop your arched back. Bucky smacked and kneaded your ass thrusting in and out. The lewd squelching sound of his thrust mixed with the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room.
"Shit, little one. Taking my cock so fucking well," he reached forward and bunch up your hair pulling your head back harshly.
“Shit,” you mumbled.
Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the sheets as hard as you could. You were approaching your orgasm quickly and you weren't going to be able to hold back any longer. Your pussy clenched around Bucky's cock making him throw his head back in pleasure.
"Please, Bucky," you whimpered.
"You wanna come, darling. You wanna cream all over daddy's cock?"
"Yes! Fuck!" your arms shook before giving out completely; your head buried in the sheets as Bucky continued that same wild and rough pace.
"Please let me come, daddy!"
Your body felt on fire. No one has ever made you feel this good before, it was almost too much, too overwhelming. Tears brimmed your eyes from trying to desperately hold back. You wanted to come with Bucky but seeing as his pace had yet to slow down you were beginning to think he wasn't even close.
"Let go, doll."
Your body squirmed beneath him as you released all over his dick. You came with a near shout, your body violently trembling from the intensity of your high. Bucky slowed his pace for your comfort, gently riding your orgasm slowly down despite his still aching erection.
He languidly rolled you over to your back, his hands softly rubbing your sides up to your breasts. You breathed heavily, eyes feeling droopy, all you could feel in that moment was his cum dripping from you onto the sheets.
Bucky, still knelt on the bed and still chasing his release, lifted your legs over his thighs gripping your hip with one hand and his cock with the other. You squeezed your thighs together when you felt his tip poking at your entrance once again, soft whimpers emitting from you shakily.
"Such a good girl. Gonna let me take you again? Gonna let me keep using you?" he moaned.
"Use me, Buck. I'm all yours," you breathed out.
Bucky pushed himself past your folds once again, your cum easily letting him slide in. Both his hands made home on your hips gripping hardly surely to leave marks for you to remember this very moment. You looked at Bucky as his thrusts slowly began to pick up, bringing your own hands to your breasts to play with your nipples. You twisted the perked buds, moaning softly at the feeling as well as Bucky filling you perfectly once again.
"Filling me up so good, baby," you moaned, arching your back slightly allowing Bucky to hit a newer and deeper angle inside you.
"Pussy was fucking made for me," he growled.
His hand moved from its home on your hip right over your lower belly where he could feel his cock so deep poking his own hand through your tummy.
"Feel how fucking deep I am?"
You moved your hand and he pressed yours in the same spot under his and you moaned loudly, shuddering under him.
His pace quickened and for a moment he thought he was going to finally reach his high, that release he'd been thinking about for hours today, but when he felt you clench again, squeezing his cock tightly and he didn't cum, he knew it was gonna be chase that he didn't know you'd be up for. You gushed all over his dick, back arching and your legs pressing tight around his torso, coming with a loud scream of his name.
Bucky fell forward with tears in his eyes. His skin still felt hot and sticky. His sense felt dialed up to an eleven. It was all so overwhelming and all he wanted was to cum in you and hold you closer whispering how he really loved you. He pressed faint kisses to you equally sticky and warm skin and when you felt warm liquid dripping onto your skin to lift Bucky's head to find him crying.
"What's wrong, baby?"
“I can’t cum. I just wanna cum,” he whined.
“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I can go as many times as you need me to. I want to help you, let me do that.”
“Can- Can you uh… use your mouth please? I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock so bad,” he moaned.
“Of course, baby. I’d do anything for you,” you smirked before pushing him and crawling over him holding his dick in your hand.
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Hours and literally hours had passed until Bucky was finally tired out only having cum three times compared to the fifteen-plus times you had. Your bed laid on the ground; the wooden stands snapped about two hours ago. Most of your sheets were torn to shreds and marks littered your body from your neck down to your hips and your knees from, well you know.
Your body shook as you laid in a fetal position. You burned between your thighs; the soreness overwhelming but pleasant at the same time. Sweat made what was left of the sheets stick to your body until Bucky pulled them from you to clean you. He used a warm towel all over your body with tears in his eyes whispering how sorry he was about everything.
“I swear I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m so sorry. I understand if you hate me now; if you never want to see me again. Just know that I’m so sorry about your bed, the blankets, if I hurt you, everything,” he sniffled, eyes and nose red and puffy.
“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice raspy and croaky from your moaning and screaming all night.
“Y/n,” he whispered back. You pulled him by the back of his neck into a soft yet passionate kiss.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out when you pulled away. You cupped his face with shaky hands but a smile on your face.
“Do you mean it?”
“Of course. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve dreamt about holding you far too many times, more than I’d like to admit. I should’ve told you sooner but like everyone else, I was scared you didn’t like me back; at least not this way,” he rubbed your legs indicating the intimate love he had for you.
“Buck, it’s virtually impossible for anyone not to fall in love with you. Unless they’re Tony,” you giggled as did he.
“Can you say it?” he asked softly.
“That I love you?” you smiled brushing your nose against his; Bucky practically purred as he nodded.
“I love you, James,” you whispered.
“Fuck, I love you too.”
He laid you down softly again on the broken bed pressing light kisses all over your collarbones and shoulders. You brushed his hair with your fingers as he clung onto you ready to sleep.
“Thank you again, doll. For helping me today,” he said after a couple minutes of silence.
“Of course, my love. Besides I’m the one who ran into you with those damn daisies.”
“Thank god for them then. And for your clumsiness,” Bucky chuckled.
“Meanie,” you snorted, making Bucky laugh even more.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Buck.”
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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls: S1/Ep19 ("Emily In Wonderland")
What happens in this episode: Emily comes to visit The Hollow and leaves upset over what she learns. Rachel unearths the ruins of the old Dragonfly Inn while working on a boring photography project about Small Town America that nobody really cares about. Rory's peculiar food habits continune to be revealed. Lorelai asks to borrow Luke's thingy/admires his pickle. Lorelai's desire to see Luke & Rachel break up is more transparent than a sheet of cellophane. There are only two episodes left in Season 1 after this.
Emily: There are no baby pictures of Lorelai (because when Lorelai was 7 she burned them). Rory says I bet Mom was a cute baby and Emily agrees. What the hell was this then:
They spent a good few minutes in that episode (6 or 7 I think?) looking through Lorelai's baby photo albums. I commented that this didn't look like a photograph taken in the late 60's. The Gilmores just ordered pancakes and bacon and there were no lectures from Luke about the evils of red meat so I guess they've dropped that trait of his. Rachel: Lorelai has amazing eyes. Don't you think? Luke: Yeah. They're...placed good. Symmetrical. Rory's pager goes off: RG: I'm buzzing. LG: What did I say about buzzing in public? Dirty joke #1.
I am hysterical over Rory eating a slice of french toast on the run. Who does that? I could even see a waffle, maybe, but French toast? And you mean to tell me there was no syrup or butter on it either? She eats plain French toast? It's no "taking a can of Parmesan cheese into her room" from the previous episode or "eating two plain slices of white bread for lunch" (from a future episode), I admit, but still, that girl is very peculiar. Rory mentions again that she works at the Independence Inn several days a week and on special occasions. Ugh, stop lying, French Toast Girl.
The former Gilmore Abode (the infamous potting shed). Emily is just finding out that this is where Rory used to live as a child and she reacts, very upset over what she's learned. I initially thought that perhaps this was a sign of her feeling guilty, that she could let Lorelai and Rory slip away from her and end up living in such a place, but later she turns it around to accuse Lorelai of letting it happen. Rachel gives Lorelai a tour of Luke's apartment, and I think this is the first time we see the inside of it. LG: "I haven't been picturing the inside of Luke's apartment...at all." Nope you totally haven't been picturing what his bed looks like and what you want to do in it. Rachel to Lorelai: I cannot find your pictures here (in Luke's apartment). Maybe they're in his bathroom. Lorelai: I don't know want to know why. Dirty Joke #2! And what a filthy one it was! I love when they slip them in! #ThatsWhatSheSaid Emily's reacts to the discovery about the shed by trying to make it up to Rory (and to try and make Lorelai feel bad). So she sets up her vision of a teenage girl's dream bedroom. A flowery pink bedroom with stuffed animals, Hello Kitty, and boyband posters, even though Rory would rather walk over hot coals than ever listen to pop music.
Someone who is not a Millennial such as myself could never understand the utter joy this exchange brings me. Backside Boys 4ever, by the way. Rory chooses N'Sync, because of course French Toast Girl would pick them over the Backside Boys. (I love all three groups).
Tomatos Sign: Spotted. Season 1, Episode 19: Luke Danes asks Lorelai Gilmore: "Do you want some coffee?" That's the stupidest question I've ever heard since Jack Pearson asked Rebecca Pearson "Am I cute enough to get lucky?" Another first: The first time we see the stock room. Some of the contents of the stock room? Potatoes, oranges, A1 sauce, Spam, Pop Tarts, chilli, apple sauce, gravy, rice, tomato sauce, and a fuckton of mustard and pickles.
I think she wants your pickle Luke.
Notice the giant box of Pop Tarts on the left. Have you ever heard of a restaurant serving Pop Tarts? Well, this is The Hollow, where people eat slices of French Toast as snacks.
And the people would wait impatiently for the day Lorelai finally borrowed Luke's thingy.
If Taylor wasn't embezzling funds for bridge repair festivals maybe he could fund the construction of a proper movie theater.
Boyband posters in frames. Oh you fancy Emily. Mere mortals of the day like me just scotch taped those fuckers to the wall and hoped they wouldn't fall down in the middle of the night and scare the piss out of us. Lorelai: Do you see the NSync poster? It's a poster of Justin, not Nsync. I'm legally obligated to point that out. JC Chasez was way more talented btw. Things Lorelai observes in the room: Hello Kitty notepads, Cosmo Girl magazine, boyband posters, sunflowers. With each item she names, the resentment in her voice grows. LG: "Well, at least you didn't buy her a car." I couldn't decide if I wanted to make a "you built me a car?" joke or comment on how the Gilmores do buy her a car a few years later. I presumed was Emily was feeling some sort of guilt or shame (and trying to alleivate the guilt by making a cozy home away from home for Rory), was sort of incorrect. Instead she turns on Lorelai, angry at her that she would ever allow her grandaughter to live in a shed, and that Lorelai would choose to live in a shed than with her mother. The episode ends with Sookie and Lorelai visiting The Dragonfly, where Sookie has a panic attack over the thought of opening an Inn. The Good: The Nostaliga! Oh, the Nostalgia! Lots of dirty jokes! Rory's bizarre eating habits continue to amuse me. The meeting of Emily and Mrs. Kim was entertaining. No Dean. Not even a mention of Dean. Hooray! The New: The first plot seed is sown for Lorelai & Sookie's eventual purchase of the Dragonfly Inn. The first time we see the potting shed. The first time we see the inside of Luke's apartment and his stock room. The confusing: Emily says there are no baby pictures of Lorelai left, but according to episode 6, there's at least one. Rory says she has a job and that is not true. The Bad: Nothing at all. Tomatos Sign: Yes How Many Episodes Until Jess Shows Up: 7
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i also see stella as a big gift giver because of her wealth and how much she adores shopping so could you pls write about a time where she maybe like barges into the dorm with a million bags and gives the whole group gifts randomly? and they’d be so confused, yet so endeared by the gesture?
Stella randomly showers her friends with gifts because … why not?
“WINX! I’M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!”
“Could you not? You’re piercing my eardrums.”
“I’d love to pierce your earlobes! I’m sure you’d rock, like, four more holes in each ear. What do you say?”
“Stay away from my ears!” Tecna replied, looking back down at her tablet.
“Hi, Stella. Welcome back.” Flora smiled at her. “How was your date? You came back early.”
“Thank you, Flora. It was absolutely perfect. I just couldn’t wait to get back to you. Shnookums will understand.”
“Are you still calling him that?” Musa rolled her eyes. “Riven would kill me.”
“Riven is not the best benchmark, don’t you think?” Aisha said.
Bloom walked towards Stella, noticing that she was almost shaking in anticipation. “So? What happened? Do I have to wait for Brandon to tell Sky, and him to tell me?”
“Brandon doesn’t tell Sky about our dates.”
“Like you don’t tell us …?” Bloom chuckled.
“Fair enough. Anyway …” She snapped her fingers and half a dozen bags appeared out of nowhere, flooding the living room.
“Stella!” Tecna exclaimed, as one dropped into her lap, interrupting her work.
She didn’t hear her. “Gifts for everyone! Come on, open them!”
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“Stella, you didn’t have to …”
She shook her head, ignoring Flora’s words. “I’ve just discovered this new boutique you’ll love. Everything they do there is recycled, they don’t harm any living thing and produce zero pollution. Great, right? And that dress was just sooo cute. I couldn’t leave it there. It was screaming your name, Flora. Do you understand? Screaming.”
Stella turned to Musa, who was opening her new portable recording station. “These things cost a ton …”
“It was on sale. So, you don’t have to use the school’s one anymore. It’s sooo old!”
“You couldn’t decide?” Aisha asked. There were two boxes in front her, one with brand new sneakers and the other with ballet shoes.
“Yep. I know you dance all kind of dances, so … well, I took both. And both pairs match with so many of your clothes. Win-win.”
“This console isn’t even out yet …”
“I’m friends with the owner.” She shrugged. “I told him my friend Tecna is the best at these videogame thingies. If you give me a review by the end of the month he’ll send you another one for free.”
“And this? How does it work?”
“Bloom, Bloom, Bloom, that’s the best brush on the market. It can tame all kinds of hair. Even yours. No more coming down at breakfast with messy hair. Promise?”
“Promise.” She smiled. “Thank you, Stella.” She drew her in for a hug that the others immediately joined, thanking the Princess for her generosity.
“All those presents and nothing for Brandon?” Flora asked. “He must be jealous …”
“Oh, I got something for him, but he doesn’t know. Do you think he’ll like it?” She opened a purple bag and showed them the skimpiest black bra and panties set they (or at least Flora, who immediately regretted asking that question) had ever seen.
“Naughty Stella!” Musa chuckled.
“Oh, I know he will like it.” Aisha smirked.
“I still don’t understand why you spend money on these things. I mean, you will take them off anyway …”
“You mean, he will.” Bloom giggled.
“One day I’ll teach you, Tecna. One day.” Stella put away her new purchase as they all laughed.
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Ministry of Magic Monthlies | October 2022: Fall and Spooky
Prompt: [object] Fairy Lights | [ALT. spells] Lumos/Nox (WELL.....I kinda did both)
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Summary: Short spooky season fluff. Lily struggles with festive decorations.
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Fairy Lights
While there was a lot of responsibility involved with becoming a head boy or girl, there were also a lot of perks. A solo room in dormitories, a private common room and study space, access to the prefect bathrooms, the ability to be out of bed after hours and have a plausible excuse, Lily Evans... For James Potter the list seemed endless. He entered the heads common room in Gryffindor tower to find it distinctly different from how he’d left it that morning. He’d known Lily had mentioned decorating for Halloween but he didn’t think she meant the chaos that had engulfed their shared space.
Lily was sitting on the floor of their shared space, legs crossed in front of the coffee table, which was a mess of tangled lights. She looked irritated as she worked her way along the line pressing her wand to each bulb encased in a tiny plastic jack-o'lantern, illuminating it and diminishing it again, muttering to herself as she went.
“Alright Evans?” He asked casually as he dropped his book bag down beside the couch.
“No! One of these fucking bulbs has blown so the whole thing won’t light when I turn it on, I’ve been going along trying to find the bastard so I can repair it. I should have been done decorating right now but I can’t hang the streamers till I've fixed the bloody lights. I had Petunia post these from my bedroom at home. I bet she scrunched them all up on purpose” She grumbled back, pointing her wand at another light. “Lumos”
“Would you like some help?” Secretly he hoped her answer would be no. He’d quite like a snooze before dinner.
“Please.”
Well he could hardly say no to that could he? It was rare that she asked him nicely. He took a seat on the opposite side of the coffee table and rummaged through the tangle trying to find the opposite end, though in reality he felt like he was making more mess. James considered suggesting he could just transfigure a new strand of operational lights, but he thought better of it. He knew Lily often liked to use her muggle things from home to feel a bit more grounded. Uncovering a white plastic box with wires sticking into it he held it up to her with a quizzical look.
“It’s the battery pack. It's what powers the lights.” She said dismissively, used to his constant nagging questions about muggle objects. “That's the end of the line so work your way from there.”
“Lumos” He murmured, pressing his wand tip to the closest bulb which illuminated instantly. “Nox”
They followed their trail ends until they finally met in the middle. But even then this light illuminated and dimmed perfectly.
“Bollocks” Lily swore. “I must have missed one”
“You sure it’s not this thing?” James asked, shaking the white box violently. Lily looked at him stonily.
“Do that again” She instructed.
He did so, silently shaking the box. Lily violently snatched it from his hand and pried it open.
“Oh the little bitch… she took out the batteries.” Lily groaned in frustration and threw it back onto the table. “I’m going to have the charm them”
“Professor Burbage keeps a box of battery thingies in her classroom. We could raid that?” James suggested.
“I forgot you took muggle studies! James you’re a genius” She said leaning over the table and kissing him on the cheek. James watched as she excitedly hopped to her feet and left the room, before he even had a chance to react.
“You’re welcome, Lily” He said to the closed door.
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Heavy Lifting
Request: Okay for the Spencer prompt thingy? Reader has been at the BAU for a few years and has always been dorky and nerdy like Spencer however something comes up (idk what, maybe a group trip, some training thing, Moving house, I’m not sure) where reader rolls up their sleeves and picks up something super heavy with ease and Spencer is just in awe and bright red and Morgan’s probably pissing himself laughing in a corner whilst Spencer is looking respectfully
A/N: I hope I’m writing your description properly and I really hope you like it! Thanks again for submitting your request, I appreciate it a ton :)
Category: Fluff, cuteness
Content warning: Nothing tbh maybe a mildly inappropriate joke idk
Word count: 1.8k
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Spending the last few years with the bureau had been a wonderful experience for you. You got to work with amazing coworkers who were pretty much family, got to help solve crimes before they turned tragic and also allowed you to break out of your shell a bit. The greatest perk of all was it paid you enough to move into a better apartment.
Your new apartment was everything you could ask for. It had a gorgeous kitchen, a bigger bedroom, no leaks in the roof and definitely no weird neighbours. Well, you were just guessing, but hopeful everyone in your apartment complex was nice.
With a new apartment came piles of boxes and furniture to move. Good thing you had a strong friend like Derek Morgan to help you out and someone like Spencer Reid to be there for moral support. If you were being honest with yourself for once you were just glad Reid offered to come along. You had originally asked Morgan for his help since he knew about home renovations and the moving process. It so happened Reid was in earshot of your conversation and quickly turned around to offer his assistance.
As expected Morgan bellowed a laugh half the bureau could hear. Reid quarrelled with him, stating how beneficial it would be for him to help and went on about how lifting boxes wasn’t a tough skill. To break up their disagreement you interjected and told Reid you would love if he came. He instantly shut up and his cheeks became a noticeable red as he asked if I was sure.
You had never really interjected your voice between an argument before, not even the smallest of ones like this. Morgan definitely took note of it as well as he stared intently between you and Reid. You nodded and reassured him you wanted him there.
This was planned two weeks ago and every day you were anxiously awaiting to see if Reid would change his mind. It wasn’t his thing to do heavy lifting all day and you were worried you had gotten him into something he wasn’t comfortable with. Even though he offered, you felt as if he only did it to prove himself capable of heavy-duty labour. Was he proving himself to you?
You waited on the driver’s side of the moving truck. You checked the time on your watch since you felt as if you had been waiting for a while. 11:45 a.m. They were supposed to meet you outside your new place 15 minutes ago. Had they changed their mind?
Before you could overthink their tardiness, you saw Morgan’s SUV pull up across the street. You smiled as you opened up the door to hop out. You saw Morgan and Reid step out of the car. They were having a little dispute as usual with Reid looking annoyed and Morgan casually brushing him off.
You waved. “Hey, guys.”
Reid gave a quick wave back. “Hey, Y/N. Sorry, we’re late, but Morgan decided he needed an extra half an hour to sleep.”
You smiled and shook your head. “It’s okay, I should have known asking for help at 11 a.m. on a Saturday would lead to something like this.”
“See, Reid, that’s what you call someone who’s understanding,” Morgan said as he walked to the back of your moving truck.
Reid rolled his eyes. “Again, I’m sorry Morgan made us late, Y/N. I hope you weren’t waiting for too long.”
You shook your head. “Not for too long. I’m just kinda glad you didn’t change your mind.”
Reid widened his eyes in shock. “Why did you think I’d change my mind?”
You shrugged and put on your famous awkward smile. “I don’t know. Since you volunteered and you were running late, I just-”
“First of all, Morgan’s the reason why we’re late. If I wasn’t waiting for him to pick me up like we planned I would have been here on time if not earlier for you.”
You blushed at what he said and he soon did too as he realized what he said. Before you two could engage in a stuttering, rambling mess of speech, Morgan called you both.
“Hey, nerd one and two, a little help would be appreciated,” he said.
You and Reid glanced at each other, awkwardly smiled and then hurried over to the moving truck. Morgan shook his head as he chuckled to himself. He opened the truck and was taken aback by the amount of stuff you had to move in.
“Y/N, I wasn’t expecting you to have so much stuff,” Morgan said.
“I got rid of half my stuff before moving, so all of these things are near and dear to me,” you explained.
Reid pointed to a random box. “What’s in that box?”
“Geography textbooks. Mainly geography of the U.S. and I believe there are some rare ones covering Europe’s geography if I’m not mistaken.”
“Wow, those are keepers,” Reid said in amazement.
“Geography textbooks? Why do you even have those? For fun?” Morgan joked.
You playfully rolled your eyes. “I think you forget I had a double major in Geography and Criminology, Derek. You know, one of my many specialities I bring to the team.”
Morgan playfully put his hands up in surrender. “Okay, alright, you and pretty boy have the same unusual kink for geographic criminology, but what explains that?”
You looked at the box Morgan pointed his finger to. The label for the box was facing outward to read “Doctor Who figurines.” You nervously giggled.
“What can I say? I’m a huge fan,” you said.
“You told me about your Star Trek figurine collection, but you never told me you had a Doctor Who figurine collection. You’ve been holding out on me, Y/N,” Reid said as he looked at you in amazement.
You felt the fiery blush come back to your cheeks as his big, hazel eyes stared longingly at you. He always stared at you with such amazement, but this time around seemed as if he was almost hypnotized. His gaze made you think he was fascinated by more than just your extensive Doctor Who and Star Trek figurines.
“Dork’s who flock together, stay together. How about you two stop drooling over figurines and let’s start moving some of them,” Morgan commented as he picked up the Doctor Who figurine box.
Reid broke his gaze as you both refocused on the task at hand. Even though you didn’t want him to take his eyes off of you, they were there to help you move in. You saw Reid pick up a box labelled kitchen pots and pans. You were pretty impressed considering it was a pretty heavy box and he lifted it with ease.
You reached for the box filled with your geography textbooks. Before you could pick it up you heard Morgan and Reid trying to stop you.
“Whoa there, Y/N. Let’s trade boxes," Morgan said as he gave you his box and grabbed the box you were about to grab.
“You don’t think I can carry it?” You questioned.
You looked at Morgan, to Reid and back to Morgan. They both had a weary face on. Yes, you stood at 5’3 and weighed about 130, but they didn’t have to look at you as if you were fragile.
“Put the box down on the ground,” you demanded.
“But-”
“Now, Derek. Please,” you said in a slightly demanding tone.
Morgan had never heard you say something with such base in your voice before. He had no choice but to follow your command.
“Thank you,” you said.
You got into a squatting position in front of the box. You made sure your back was straight and your knees were bent at a 90-degree angle. You grabbed the box at its sides, took a deep breath and lifted it with no issue.
You looked towards Morgan to see if he was surprised at you lifting the box. He didn’t seem surprised at all. He was too busy holding back laughter. For a second you thought you made a weird face or you had looked stupid while lifting the box until you realized he wasn’t laughing at you, but behind you.
You turned around to see a red Reid trying not to look you directly in the eyes. You looked back at Morgan with a confused look. You wanted in on the joke as well.
“What’s so funny?” You asked.
“Nothing, nothing. I just think Reid wasn’t ready to see you drop it low like that,” Morgan said while letting out his laugh.
You looked back at Reid who seemed even redder. You gave him a shy smile as you didn’t even realize you were squatting in front of him. You just hoped your shorts didn’t ride down to expose your thong.
“Is that true?” You asked.
Reid shook his head. “No-I mean-yes-I mean, I was just very impressed by your form. It’s the proper physiological position to prevent muscle tears and slipped discs in the spine.”
You giggled. “I know. I’ve been powerlifting for a couple of months now. Who do you think loaded this truck up?”
Morgan was taken aback. “You power lift? I would have never guessed miss shy girl. Next time I’ll let you kick down the door as Reid watches you from behind.”
Reid let out a sound to try and silence Morgan. Well, that’s what you guessed the sound was anyway. You laughed at the both of them as you started walking towards the apartment entrance with the two of them trailing behind. Before all of you reached the entrance, you stopped and turned around. They both abruptly stopped in their tracks by your sudden halt.
You turned around to look at Reid. “You know if you want we can both go and work on our physiological positions at the gym.”
Morgan let out a laugh as Reid stood there completely dumbfounded by your sudden proposal. You don’t think he had never seen you propose a concept so boldly, but you thought it was the right time. You looked keenly into his eyes and he sheepishly smiled.
“Uh, of course,” he responded.
“I’m glad you’re both getting your “physiological positions” in order,” Morgan joked.
You rolled your eyes at his joke. You truly didn’t mean it in that way, but if it led to that direction who were you to say no to the universe. You turned around to start walking again.
“Maybe you can get your physiological position to be better. I saw your arms shaking as you picked up those figurines,” you said with a giggle.
“I think I preferred the shy, reserved you better, Y/N,” Morgan said.
“Don’t listen to him, Y/N. A good few gym sessions will give us enough strength to defeat Derek Morgan and his bad jokes once and for all,” Reid said.
“Bring it, kids. My fists will be waiting with your names on them.”
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So, English-Speaking Danmei Fandom... (Part 2!)
...you saw my post yesterday and you’re like, “okay, I made a JJWXC account and now I know how much the thing I want to support costs, how do I do the actual money thing?”
Here, I’m figuring it out right now, let’s do it together. I AM STILL RELYING ON THE GUIDE BY SHOKO TRANSLATES. YOU SHOULD USE IT TOO. I have only the most basic idea wtf I’m talking about, and I only have that much because of this guide. That said, it seems to focus more on mobile, and I’m using desktop, so if you’re also on desktop my thing here might help you?
One, go to the payments page. Fortunately, they’ve made it pretty easy to find...
...by making it the one on that list that’s in RED. Handy, right? No, I don’t know what it actually says. Again, I don’t speak a lick of Chinese. I have some Japanese so sometimes I recognize characters but that doesn’t get me far, ha.
Once you click that (you have to be logged in, of course!) it’ll open up a new screen, with a list of payment options on the right. As far as I can tell, this is what the choices are:
I’m gonna take a stab at international credit card, since that’s...the only one of these I have??? I tried to figure out what the “shenzhouxing” prepaid card is but basically got no where.The Shoko Translates guide does NOT have instructions on this part, at least not for desktop? And the pages look pretty differently on desktop. Anyway. Here goes nothing...I’m mostly relying on C&P and Google translate. *sweatdrop*
So, there are two tabs, but I can’t C&P them and I have no idea what they say. However, the one on the right doesn’t have any boxes for entering stuff?? So I’m gonna stick with the left...OH. It’s a page for doing security questions. Oh god, um.
Alright. So. Put your password in the top box. For the security questions, what they say is basically irrelevant, except it’s worth noting that the default option is apparently not a question - it’s just “select one.” If, like me, you don’t know Chinese...just pick whichever questions, and put in answers you’ll remember. It doesn’t give a damn if your answers are correlated (though, the first one on the list has something to do with dad, and the second on the list has something to do with mom, I recognize those characters, ha. It doesn’t let you pick the same questions twice...and there are two near the bottom that I THINK might be “father’s birthday” and “mother’s birthday.” And one about elementary school. Sorry, I’m distractable. The point is, the questions don’t matter as long as they accept your answers! Yes, it accepts English ones, and no it doesn’t have anyway of knowing if your answers correlate to the questions at all. TAKE A SCREENCAP OF YOUR CHOSEN QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS AND SAVE IT BECAUSE YOU’LL NEED THEM AGAIN!!! Do your pattern match thingy, then click the green button, and there’s another page which looks like it’s asking me to re-enter the same answers.
Click the green button on that second page, and there’s a new page with a single line of Chinese text:
“恭喜你,密保设置成功,点击此处跳转到用户基本信息页面”
which, according to google translate, is
“Congratulations, the secret security setting is successful, click here to jump to the user basic information page.”
Guess I’ll click the thing.
ALRIGHT. So, after doing all that, it takes me back to a home page? Awesome. Whatever. As long as it worked. Click on that red one in the navigation bar again, and NOW when you go to the “international credit card payment” one...
AHA THIS IS VERY PROMISING, lol. So, based on Shoko Translate’s guide, that place drop down menu with “17″ written says “USD” after it, and that it’ll get me 10,000 points. It looks like it processes payments through Paypal; based on my experience with Paypal, that means you may not need an actual Paypal account? But I’m honestly not sure, and I’ve had a Paypal account for 20 years, so I’m just gonna, ya know, use that.
A little window pops up that I’m assuming (blind guessing) is a “this will take you to another page/open a new window, is that a thing you want?” and I clicked the option on the right, and yep, it opened my Paypal. I’ve got a card on file, so...I’m just doing that. (I’d...better make sure I actually have $17 in my account... *another sweat drop*...okay yes I have like $80, wooo...oh, crap, I accidentally paid from my business account, sigh...well, there was def money in there but I’d better pay myself back...ANYWAY.)
Do the payment thing!
It redirects back to JJWXC!
It says something in big bold letters and I have absolutely no idea what! But then it loads, and it’s all the Chinese that I now recognize as my personal account page, and when I scroll to the bottom and...
...well I have no idea what any of that says but it sure as hell LOOKS like victory. Now to see if I can actually, ya know, buy a thing! I can’t afford to get everything I’d like to at once - I’m pretty broke - so I’m going to start with Tian Guan Ci Fu. It’s my favorite danmei novel, and one of my favorite books of all time, AND it’s by MXTX so even though I can’t buy MDZS on here, I can still support her. I linked to it yesterday in my previous post (which, again, is here).
Author: 墨香铜臭
Title: 天官赐福
Direct Link:
https://href.li/?http://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=3200611
Now...
1. scroll down to the chapter list and click on the first one that says [VIP] next to it. Click the chapter title.
2. the circled button is “select all”
3. a pop up checks if you actually meant to do that. click the one on the left to confirm.
4. scroll to the bottom, and...
5. ignore those two check boxes, you might think they’re a ToS confirmation or a “are you sure” but they’re actually about subscribing to the book (which is pointless, since it’s finished) at least according to google.
6. ...uh...shit...now I have to figure out which of these buttons actually does the thing...um...oh thank God, it’s in the Shoko Translates Guide. So, there are five buttons right below the line saying how many points I have. The first is “confirm purchase” so, ya know, just ignore the other ones and click it.
7. A dialog box popped up! It says how many I spent and how many I have left and a bunch of Chinese and two mystery buttons...thank God, again, for Shoko translates, apparently they’re “read now” on the left and “read later” on the right. I’m gonna “read now” just to see if it worked...
8. Well...it sure looks like a book??? I have the PDF translations (a copy from before it was removed, and no, I won’t share it), and, um...okay, so the first unlocked chapter is 21...oh hey, I see San Lang (三郎)! That’s, like, the only thing on this whole page I can read! lmao. Anyway, comparing, like, pagination, and the placement of the exactly one thing I can read, YES, this definitely worked!
SO.
This has been your second installment of “disaster dumb white person who speaks no Chinese liveblogs their way through figuring out how the HELL to buy danmei on JJWXC.” If this has been helpful to you, please REBLOG, SIGNAL BOOST, and more importantly, SUPPORT YOUR FAVORITE DANMEI AUTHORS!!!!!!
(I own TGCF. I’m so happy omfg. 😭 😭 😭 😭 )
(and as a reminder: I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. If you have a question that requires that someone know what they’re doing, DON’T ASK ME. Instead, try the Shoko Translates guide I linked at the beginning!!! Here, I’ll even link it again. USE IT. DO THE THING.)
#unforth rambles#tgcf#mdzs#svsss#2ha#erha#guardian#hell if remember what else i tagged yesterday#here guys i did the thing#now it's your turn#and now i've gotta go do my actual job
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Don’t Worry
(Loona) Jung Jinsoul x Gender Neutral!Reader
Requested: yes!
Berry: Ello !! May I request Jinsoul x reader where reader has asthma but Jinsoul doesnt really know the ins and outs of it so when she comes home with the rest of her members to hang out at their house, she sees reader connected to a nebulizer and an oximeter and Soulie gets really really worried but reader explains that their fine and it's normal for them. Yes, this is my way of asking for a very cheesy "You take my breath away" line :D
A/n: forgive me, this was rushed </3 if this isn’t enough I could write it again! I don’t mind.
You let a small sigh escape your lips, drying your hands on a towel after just washing them. Even though there was nobody at home with you, you quietly made your way to your bedroom.
Laying in bed, you take the nebulizer out of its box, connecting the hose to an air compressor. After tightly sealing it you attach the device to your mouth area, securely adjusting it.
This was a normal routine for you, taking a few minutes out of your day to make sure you were okay. Ever since you had asthma you were always on edge, finding out that the inside walls of lungs can become inflamed and swollen. So you always kept track of your breathing and making sure it was as stable as it could be.
You kept your lips firm around the mouthpiece, so all of the medicine could go into your lungs properly. The house was filled with nothing but silence, which felt quite calming to you.
Everybody but you had gone to the mall, wanting to hang out on a free day. They offered the invitation to you but you politely declined, not much in the mood to go shopping.
So you were left at home, currently connected to a nebulizer. As you let out multiple breaths in and out, you slightly turned to grab the oximeter that sat on your nightstand.
You slid the oximeter down your middle finger on your right hand, turning it on so you could track your current state.
The door knob suddenly started moving around, making your ears perk up at the unknown guest.
“Oh my god y/n?” Jinsoul gasps, dropping the bags she gripped on her hands. She rushed toward the bed and held onto you, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” A series of questions flew out of Jinsoul, a giggle surfacing from you.
“Jinsoul what happened?” Haseul swung into the room with curiosity. She looked at you and smiled, understanding why you were connected to a nebulizer. “Breath slowly okay? Make sure all that medicine gets to your lungs” She told you, “come into the living room when your done”
Jinsoul looked at you and Haseul as she left the room. “How come I don’t know what’s going on with you?”
You rolled your eyes knowing how forgetful your girlfriend could be at times. “Remember? I have asthma”
“That condition where my airways are narrow and swell? and produce extra mucus, which makes it difficult for me to breathe at times?” You continued.
She snapped her fingers in realization, her face lighting up. Though, it quickly dimed down, “how come your attached to all this stuff?” She asked, fiddling with the oximeter on your finger.
“Well this” you pointed at your mouth, “is a nebulize, it’s to make sure large doses of medication I need to inhale gets into my lungs. But I could also use it when I’m having trouble using the inhaler I have.”
Jinsoul sits beside you, listening to you closely so she wouldn’t forget. “What about the thingy on your finger”
You couldn’t help but to giggle again, “that ‘thingy’ is a oximeter silly”
“What does that do?”
“Just measures my blood oxygen levels. So it’s recording it all right now.” You causally said, lifting your finger to watch the oximeter.
Jinsoul furrowed her eyebrows, “so your okay right? Nothing bad is happening to you?”
She ran her fingers through your hair, and you felt a wave of warmth consume you. “Well I’m not necessary okay”
The girl quickly drew her hand back, gasping, “What why?!” She panicked.
“My breathing was unstable” was all you said for her to lose it suddenly, it made yourself shocked at how Jinsoul acted but you kept yourself together.
“Oh god y/n are you serious? Do we need to take you to the doctors?” Jinsoul quickly got up to get her phone, “I’ll call right now if it’s bad” she told you.
“Is your breathing currently unstable? Or is that nebulizer thing on your mouth keeping you stable?” She asked, opening her phone to the dial center.
“Still unstable”
“WHAT WHY?”
“Because you took my breath away” you winked, cringing at yourself internally at your current words.
It wasn’t the best time to say those words, but it slipped either way. You watched as the tip of Jinsoul’s ears tinted a bright red, squealing at your words.
She playfully slapped your shoulder, “seriously are you fine?”
You laughed, “yes soulie I’m fine I promise, this is normal for me. You just haven’t seen me like this because of your busy schedule with the group.”
The girl eyed you before sitting back down, she watched as you began turning the nebulizer off, fifteen minutes already passing by quick.
Once everything was completely off, you smiled as you sighed properly, taking in the air that was around your room.
Jinsoul pulled you randomly into her arms, circling your waist and kissing your forehead.
It made you smile, knowing Jinsoul would always be there for you, making sure you were at your best and not in a bad condition.
The way you saw Jinsoul’s worry for you made your heart beat, heat rushing to your cheeks, she really did care for you.
You deeply appreciated it, vowing to do just the same.
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13 for the drabble thingie <3 also your art is MWAH chefs kiss <3
AWH thank you sm!!! Also I’m gunna assume this is for bkdk so sorry if you wanted smth else!! Also a little longer than planned but I had fun with it! Enjoy!!!
Also sorry for grammar mistakes! It’s almost midnight and I don't wanna bother my beta rn ^-^
13: "Kiss me" Established relationship BKDK (Pro Heroes)
Rated T for language (1,181 words)
Izuku was pissed.
Not his run of the mill, misplaced keys or stain on his favourite shirt kind of angry. Izuku rarely got angry in the first place, so these were rare occurrences, but today was something different.
Being a part time tutor at UA and fighting for the spot of number one hero (against two of his best friends nonetheless), he had the time for nearly nothing. It had been months since he had gone out alone, let alone with his boyfriend of four years.
Boyfriend of four years, who was very quickly going to be demoted to ex if he didn't show up to this restaurant soon god dammit-
They had booked a table for Izukus favourite restaurant weeks, no, it was months ago now.
Of course your favourite place to eat is some high end expensive shit. Why don’t you wanna go eat somewhere cheap as shit and easy to book? Katsuki had whined.
It was his favourite place too.
Combined, they had been to this specific restaurant at least 120 times over the course of their 8 year relationship.
So it was only reasonable they visited for their anniversary.
Well. One of them would visit alone, it seemed.
Izuku was aware, very aware of his hero partner and boyfriends... complicated relationship with being on time. He was either 20 minutes early or 35 minutes late, absolutely no in-between, and had been chewed out by his PR time more times than he would care to admit for being so late to so many different live interviews.
But this? This was absurd.
Izuku, once neatly pressed suit now crumpled as he slouched in his seat, sipped on his fifth cup of red wine and moped. Izuku didn't even like wine, let alone red.
He had been sat there, alone, in a bustling restaurant, for fifty minutes.
Fifty fucking minutes.
Unbelievable.
A waitress, meek and short, stumbled over. “W-Would you like to order some food sir? You’ve been here for quite a while. Unless you want another drink I could grab that for yo-”
“No he’s fine, we’ll call you over when we want something.” Snapped a harsh voice. Izuku raised his head from where it leant on his arm to see the waitress scurry off into the backroom, practically bowing on her way.
Slowly, he pulled his head up to meet his boyfriends eyes.
Katsuki stood tall, suit the most neatly pressed Izuku had ever seen on him. He never looked as neat at this, even at his own friends weddings.
A blazing glare met Katsukis. The grin he once sported dropped.
“Nice of you to show up, Katsuki.” Words driving with laced sarcasm. Wow. He really was pissed.
“Really, Deku? I’m fuckin’ here, aren't I?”
“I don’t want to argue here. Let’s just leave.” Izuku retorted, not even wanting to entertain Katsuki, who was definitely enjoying seeing his boyfriend so wound up. Izuku stood to grab his suit jacket, thrown over the back of the chair and fished his wallet out to pay his tab. Katsuki’s hand slapped over the card he had placed on the table.
“No. Not yet, don’t leave.” He breathed out, head dropping. “Let me explain myself, please.”
He looked regretful. This was an unusually look on Katsuki. Izuku sat back down and Katsuki pulled the chair across from him to seat himself. It scratched against the floor uncomfortably loudly.
The bustle of the restaurant likely drowned the screech out. Still, it rang through the tense air between the two men.
“I can explain.” Katsuki started, immediately fidgeting. Izuku internally smirked at how uncomfortable this was clearly making Katsuki. Good. He deserved this for humiliating him for so long. Asshole.
“Marry me.”
“What?”
Izuku hadn't planned on interrupting his boyfriend, instead opting to hear him grovel with no indication whether Izuku would accept it or not. But this? This was unexpected.
“Fuck. Wait I didn’t mean to ask like that. I mean I was gonna- fuck let me start again. Shit. Sorry.” He bumbled over his words. His hand shot out to grasp at Izukus, who pulled away.
“Kacchan that’s not funny. None of this is fu-”
“No please, Izuku. Let me explain.” His eyes were sincere, bubbling and swirling with emotions like a bath about to overflow.
“I’m sorry I was late. I should’ve texted you first but I... fuck I didn't want to let you onto this. I guess. Um.” Their eyes met, green and red, quizzing each other. Izuku nodded for him to keep talking. Katsuki’s lungs pulled in a breath.
“I was late because I was run-in’ round tryna find the right ring, okay? The first shop had the right one in the wrong size and the second place was like a twenty minute walk but I thought if I ran I could make it before it closed but I was too la-” Izuku’s hand shot out and grabbed at where Katsuki’s rested on the table, thumb stroking his own.
“I was too late. The shop fuckin’ shut before I got there. I’ve been so busy I couldn’t find one any other time. It had to be tonight and...” He paused, sighing regretfully. “I failed. ‘M sorry ‘Zuku...” He mumbled over the last line.
“Oh Kacchan... It’s okay...” He said, slipping his free hand off the table.
“No it’s not. I fucked this whole fuckin’ night up. I embarrassed you. I’m so fucking sorry Izuku.”
“You absolutely did embarrass me. But,” Izuku started, then slipped off the chair he was perched on.
“I’m about to embarrass you even more...”
And in one motion, slipped down onto one knee.
With a ring box in his hand.
If it could, Katsuki was sure his jaw would have hit the floor so hard the tiling would have dented.
“Nerd?”
“This is why I was so upset. I thought the one day I had to do this was being ruined by you and your disastrous time management.”
“Well technically it was but...”
“Yea well. I guess we were on the same page about this then?” Izuku chuckled, motioning the velvet box in his hand. He flipped it open with a finger and presented it towards the blond man in the chair.
“Kacchan will you do me the honour of- woah!”
Katsuki moved to grab the front of Izuku's suit, green tie and all, and pulled the shorter man up from his knees.
“Kiss me.” He huffed. “Then pop the question, idiot.”
Izuku giggled. “That’s definitely not how it works. I thought the kissing came after.”
“Whatever, nerd. Kiss me, right now, or I return the ring and you to the store.”
Sighing, Izuku smiled. Acutely aware of the crowd of restaurant goers now gawking at them, ready to clap when one of them eventually said ‘yes’ but not quite finding it in him to care, Izuku pulled himself toward Katsuki and planted a firm kiss against his warm lips.
As the pair melted against one another, Katsuki mumbled something only Izuku could hear through the rasp in his voice.
“Yea, I’ll be your husband...”
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5: Show me your favorite under-appreciated fic; why do you wish it got more attention?
i don't know if i really have one! i only have one other fic on my account and honestly its not my best work. im not gonna take it down because i worked hard on it, but i dont think its under appreciated. same goes for my orphaned fics, none of them were under appreciated. im genuinely not being humble, i just dont know if i even deserve the attention i do have
10: Do you outline? Why or why not?
oh BOY do i!!!! i have a composition notebook for sssd&owtapg as well as a google doc with shorter chapter descriptions. for each chapter i have a sticky note on the app thingy where i outline the chapter. ycssg & winterlude both had docs with outlines. i think it makes my writing better! it creates a clear development i want to follow and consistent characterization. its what lets me build to things in the way i do and it gives me scenes to look forward to :]
12: Where do you commonly find inspiration for your stories?
real life. both of my long fics (one orphaned and no one is ever allowed to read it) were based on something from my real life and fleshed out from there. this fic started as me being pissy about having a shitty senate president (who i saw today???? so weird.) and then developing a deep interest in TBIs. from there i find stories i want to tell, stories that dont always get told, and things i can relate to. one inspiration is definitely wanting to give people representation that they dont really get. i also just like making people happy and its cool my stories can do that!!!
15: What are some of your favorite tropes to write? Do they match the ones you read?
is hurt/comfort a trope? thats all i fucking write baybee. love to read it too. WILL NOT READ STRAIGHT ANGST. cant. no thanks.
19: Do you prefer writing dialogue, description, or some other part? Why?
i dont think i really have a preference! i used to only like writing description, but now i think im good at dialogue! (i see a lot of growth from my last multichap fic in that) i will say i think i lose out on things when i rely too much on descriptions. like even the car ride in the last chap of the winterlude, i was gonna gloss it over but its better because i didnt! though i LOVED writing wilbur's chapter, and that was all stream of consciousness/mostly not dialogue. i think everything can be fun
25: Freebie! What question do you wish I had asked? Answer it here!
i dont think i have one from any of these because i have some other in my ask box so im gonna come up with my own.
do you wish you could drop out of college and only write this fic forever?
yes.
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You’re Not Alone
Description: Y/N Barber the twin sister of Jacob Barber decided to go for a jog one day, but who knew her whole life can change in matters of seconds.
Warnings: angst, language, sexual assault -DON'T READ IF YOU’RE NOT COMFORTABLE
Pairing: Andy Barber x Daughter!Reader Jacob Barber x Sister!Reader
A/N: if any of you guys have ever been assaulted in any type of way, i'm so sorry that has happened to you. you guys are all beautiful and strong human beings. if anyone wants to talk my inbox is open :)
While reading this, listen to lovely by billie eilish. it really sets the mood for the story.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN BABES
A second. It only took seconds for you to not pick up your phone call from your brother. It was one of those moments where you did not to pick up the phone because you were distracted. But because of that, it almost cost you your life.
THREE HOURS BEFORE THE ASSAULT
♧
You and your older twin brother Jacob were walking home from school arguing about what dog is cuter. You know, the ususal twin stuff.
“No, Jake, German Shepherds are the cutest dog out.” You said with confidence.
“No, Y/N, Corgi’s are the cutest obviously.” Your twin brother kept saying. “ And I'm obviously right because I'm older than you by 49 seconds.”
He always used the ‘older twin’ card on you.
The argument lasted about a few minutes until you guys just gave up and agreed that they were both cute. However, in your mind , you kept saying German Shepherds were better.
“I’m hungry Jake. What do you think we’re going to have for dinner tonight?” You said as your stomach was rumbling.
“ You thinking what I’m thinking?” Jacob said with a smirk knowing that your twin telepathy was tingling.
“Ohhh yessss.” Then you both shouted at the same time:
“KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN.”
When you guys got home, you saw your mom on the couch typing something on her laptop.
“Hey kids, how was school today?” Laurie said looking up from her laptop.
“It was good mom” You said and you gave Jacob the look basically saying ‘tell mom we want kfc’
Jacob groaned. “Mom can we get kfc for dinner? Me and Y/N have been craving it for a while”
“Is that your guys’ twin thingy where you want the same thing and think the same thing?” Laurie said smiling at the thought of how her kids got along so well and had a strong sibling bond.
“ Yes mom, yes it is.” you said as chips were being stuffed into your mouth. “But can we actually get kfc though? Jake and I have been craving it for a while.”
“Sure you guys, I’ll pick it up around the time you dad will come home”
“Thanks Mom.” You both said at the same time.
Going up to your guys’ room, Jacob turned on his video games while you were watching YouTube.
He was talking to his gaming friend through the earpiece yelling words at him and the tv.
You just rolled your eyes and smiled slightly at your brothers actions. Closing your laptop, you looked outside the window and saw that it was a nice day, so you asked Jacob if he wanted to take a jog with you.
“ Hey Jake, do you want to take a jog with me? It’s really nice outside right now.”
“ Sorry, maybe not this time sis. I’m really into this game.” Jacob said making you frown slightly.
“It’s okay Jake maybe next time.” Jacob turned his head towards you and smiled in agreeance.
You got ready and then tied your shoes when you were near the door.
“Mom, I’m going for a jog!” You yelled as you finished tying your shoes.
“Okay honey be home before dinner.” Your mom said as she was washing the dishes.
Running around the block, you took in the fresh air of the moisture that was in the air. Living in Massachusetts also meant wet weather which you loved. Summer wasn't really your favorite season but it was Jacobs. Being twins doesn’t mean you all like the same thing.
You and Jacob had the best sibling relationship not because you were twins, but that you just bonded in general. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for you and you thought the same.
Getting tired from the constant running, you decided to take a walking break and scroll through Instagram. As you were scrolling, your screen lit up with your dads contact picture. It was the two of you on a fishing trip making funny faces.
“Hey dad how’s work?” You asked slightly out of breath due to the running.
“ Hey Sweetheart, after work I’m going to go to the grocery store and get those cookies you really like and I was thinking you and I can have a movie night?”
“Dad, you know I’m always up for movie night” you chuckled. “What about Jake and mom?”
“Mom texted me saying that she was going to go shopping for swim trunks or something and Jake is going too so it's just going to be you and me.”
“Okay dad, sounds good to me can’t wai-”
“I’m sorry honey I have to go back now, I’ll see you at home. I love you.”
“I love you too dad.” He hung up the phone rather quickly but you didn’t think much of it because you were going to see him at home anyways
Well so you thought. You thought you were going to be home at your normal time. Thinking that it would just be another normal day, but it would be far from that.
After the short walking break and talking to your dad, you decided to start your jogging again. Jogging was one of the activities you liked to do after a long day to release the stress that was contained in you. Sometimes you would go with Jacob but today he didn’t feel like it.
Imagine if you just stayed on call a little longer with your dad or if Jacob went with you. Everything would be different. Every decision you make on a day to day basis affects your life.
When jogging, up ahead you saw a man drop a box full of what looked like children's toys like dolls and race cars. Being the nice person you were, You approached the man and helped him pick up the toys.
Oh what a big mistake.
“Oh, sir, let me help you with that,” you said bending down picking up the toys that were on the ground.
“Thank you so much, darling,” the man said with a somewhat creepy smile, but you brushed it off.
Your phone started to buzz and you saw your screen light up with Jacob’s face, but you ignored it as you were still helping the man. You were thinking of just calling Jacob back later when you had the chance.
If you had the chance.
After helping the man, he stated his thanks to you.
“Thank you again, honey,” you really started to get freaked out by this man especially since he was calling you these names.
You gave him a nervous smile. “ You’re welcome, but I should get going now,” you said but before you could turn around and go back home, the man grabbed your wrist tightly, preventing you from going anywhere.
“You are right where I want you sweetheart”
Before you could scream, he covered your mouth with a wet towel. The smell was really bad. Next thing you know, you’re knocked out like a light switch.
♧
You woke up with a pounding headache. Trying to flutter your eyes open, you noticed you were in the backseat of a van. The next thing you saw made you panic. Your hands tied with your feet attached to them making it look like a fetus position.
Before you could try and do anything, the man opened the doors to the van, revealing a wicked grin. Your eyes grew wide when he started to grow closer to you with duct tape.
“Shhh don’t worry love I won't take long.”
You were confused what he meant by that. What did he mean he won’t take long?
That’s when it hit you like a truck. You were about to get raped.
He started to put his hands around your breasts, trailing it up to your cheeks. He held your cheeks and stared into your eyes intently. This is when the tears started to come out. You couldn’t say anything since your mouth was duct taped, but you tried to move frantically though it didn’t do anything.
He started to take down his pants and he basically ripped your leggings in half.
Why did this have to happen? You were only being a good person, helping a man, and this is what happens in return.
DURING THE SAME TIME AT HOME
♧
Jacob was starting to get worried and anxious. It’s been over an hour and you wouldn’t answer your phone. He probably called you literally a hundred times but still no answer. He asked your mom to call you to see if you would answer.
It went straight to voicemail.
Jacob started to panic even more. He decided to call your guys’ dad to see if he knows where you were.
The line started to ring. Then he picked up.
“Hey Jake, I was wondering if-” he was cut off by Jacob frantically asking him if he knew where you were.
“Dad! Did Y/N ever call you or anything?” Jacob frantically said to his father.
“ I talked to her about a couple hours ago, is everything alright?
“I-I don’t know dad. She didn’t come home after her jog and I’m getting a really bad twin vibe”
“Shit, okay Jake, I’ll be home as soon as I can.” With that Jacob hung up the phone.
“God Y/N/N, I hope you’re okay” Jacob said with tears on the verge of coming out.
When you woke up, you noticed that the familiar smell around your mouth. The man must have knocked you out. A burning pain was prominent in the lower half of your body. Everything started to come together. With your ripped pants and the bruises all over your body, you pieced everything together.
You were raped.
All of the thoughts in your head, you didn’t even notice that you were not in the van anymore, no, you were at a park.
This park was all too familiar. It was the park you and Jacob loved when you were kids. You got up but fell back down due to the agonizing pain.
The pain was unbearable. Tears threatening to come out of your eyes when you wanted to forget what happened.
But you couldn’t forget.
You laid there on the cold cement floor.
♧
The Barbers were in panic when they couldn’t find you. They had called the cops after being gone for six hours.
The police didn’t find you yet and frankly, they were doing a lousy job at it.
“Fuck it, I’m going to go for a drive and see if I find her” Andy said while stomping towards the front door.
“I’m coming with you.” Jacob said without question.
His baby sister was missing, he couldn’t just stay home and do nothing. Andy shook his head.
“No, Jake you need to stay here with your mother.” Before Jacob could object, a officer wanted to question him maybe knowing where you could be.
Andy drove around the neighborhood first, but no luck. He drove about another couple blocks where he stumbled upon a park. He knew the park. It was you and Jacob’s favorite park.
He slowly drove past the park to see if there was any luck. At this point, Andy almost gave up and went back home until he saw something.
Andy’s eyes widened with fear and joy when he saw you, his baby girl, at the park. But his smile fell when he saw you laying on the ground.
What if you were dead? Andy thought to himself
“ Oh my God, Y/N!!!” Andy basically sprinted towards you.
You could barely get out the words since your throat was sore from crying so much.
“Daddy?!” You said weakly with tears on your cheeks and your eyes bloodshot from the crying.
“Y/N what happened?”
But before you could answer, he saw your ripped pants, bruises on your body and the blood coming out near your legs.
“Oh my God, Y/N please tell me you weren’t raped?” Andy said with sadness but also extreme anger knowing that there was a bastard out there who possibly touched you.
You could barely get out the words but all you said was “ I was d-daddy.”
Andy was furious at this point his worst nightmare came true.
“ Y/N I’m so sorry. If only I stayed on the phone with you a little longer I could have-” You interrupted your father knowing this wasn’t his fault.
“Dad, this was not your fault.”
Andy still looked at you with sad eyes, but despite what happened to you, he was just happy that you were alive.
“Come on baby let's go home” Andy said while carrying you bridal style.
“ I’m so sorry dad. I was just helping this one guy and-and he-”
You started to stumble on your words but your dad stopped you.
“ No no baby you don’t have to say anything now. But know Duffy might ask you some questions so we can catch the guy okay?”
You just nodded at your dads words not wanting to say anything.
♧
On the drive home Andy heard you sniffling he reassured you with comforting words.
“Honey, it’s okay, you’re safe now nobody is going to hurt you now.”
You thought back to when Jacob was calling you. “ You know Jake called me when I was helping that man,” you started. “ If only I answered his call this probably wouldn-”
You were cut off by your father. “Y/F/N do not say that. None of this was your fault it was that son of a bitches fault”
You were taken aback when your dad cussed and then you chuckled softly. “Woah dad, I didn’t know you tolerated that type of language”
Andy just laughed, but before you could say anything else, you noticed you were home.
Jacob and Laurie were outside talking to police officers, but they turned around and saw you in the car.
Jacob eyes widened and was the first to run towards you and give you a hug. When he broke the hug, he looked at you and saw your bruises which made him fume with anger, but he would worry about that later. He was just happy you were home.
“Y/N oh my god are you okay?!” you just nod your head.
You went to give Laurie a hug which lasted short when a voice spoke up.
“ Hi Y/N, I’m detective Duffy, I work with your father and I’m sorry to ask you this but we need to question you while your mind is fresh.”
“Duffy can’t this wait until later we just found her.” Andy said while looking back at his daughter.
“No dad it’s okay I’ll be fine.” Jacob gave you sad eyes of sympathy, but you gave him a reassuring smile.
♧
“So Y/N, tell me from the start of what happened?” Your family was there to support you. You wanted them to be there.
You started from the beginning with the jog, the man dropping the toys, the chloroform, the van, the pain in your lower area, everything.
Laurie just cried into Andy’s shoulders while his fists were clenched white. He was so angry. No, not at you, but at the fact that he couldn’t protect you.
Jacob held your hand the entire time while you told Duffy what happened. He was angry that he didn’t go on the jog with you. He was mad that he couldn’t protect his baby sister.
“Im so sorry this has happened to you Y/N, you should have not gone through that. We will find the man and he will be punished for his crimes.”
You nodded and smiled slightly at Duffy.
♧
After all the cops left, you didn’t know what to do. You were still traumatized.
Your head was resting on Andy’s lap and your legs were on Jacobs. You were dozing off, but you were scared to sleep or eve close your eyes.
Everytime you closed your eyes, you just saw the man. Jacob seemed to notice this because you flinched a little.
He rubbed your leg with reassurance telling you that you’re okay now.
“ Y/N you can finally sleep now. We’re here for you, you don't have to worry about anything.” Jacob said to you
That's when everything broke. You couldn’t handle it anymore tears and sobs were everywhere.
Your family all gave you a hug with love evident in it. This is when you finally knew you were safe.
You then spoke up while drying your tears. “Can we still get KFC?” you said with a smile. Everyone just laughed and that’s when you finally knew you had a loving family and you couldn’t be anymore thankful than that.
♧
A/N :OMGGg I cried writing some of this ahhhh. I might make a part 2 depending if I get any ideas and if this doesn’t flop.
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