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katberk · 2 years

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Fanfic Ideas #1

I have so many ideas for fanfic stories and I don’t know how to write for shit so have my ideas for Stranger Things/actors and all that shit lol

Anyone can write about these so if you see someone who’s already wrote about it don’t worry :) different authors write different stories ❤️

I’m also a very big person on fluff and hurt to comfort so the majority or all will probably just be that lol

More to be added so look out for those

x = Romantic

& = Platonic

🌸 = Someone wrote/read story

If you find any like these/write them please tag me in it 🥰

List 2

List 3

List 4 (coming soon)

Bonus - Have some soulmate prompts/ideas

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~1st one~

Dacre Montgomery x reader (high school sweethearts) 🌸

Dacre and the reader are costars with their characters being love interests. They’re both in an interview talking about season 3 and Y/C/N and billy’s death scene. The reader talks about how they got the idea to kill off their character because they wanted more time with Dacre and to not stress out. So the scene goes the reader’s character (Y/C/N) tries to save Billy but sadly dies from his hands by strangulation. It was super emotional because the last words that were spoken were “I just want my sunshine back” (which reader calls Dacre) so they basically talk about that scene and how memorable it was to go that way!

“When they yelled cut all I felt were Dacre’s arms around me.”

(If someone writes this one PLEASE TAG ME!!!)

~2nd one~

Billy Hargrove x reader

Where reader just tries to make Billy jealous for pay back cause he makes them jealous like everyday at the pool.

“Just let me have this for today. Let me have the attention”

~3rd one~

Eddie Munson x reader

Reader is full on just female version of Eddie but loves the sweet cliché shit. (Ex: cheesy rom coms, holding hands, picnics in the woods) (P.S. Tiefling fairy! That’s a me)

~4th one~

Ghost face Steddie x reader

Anything that tbh

~5th one~

ANYTHING WITH THE BOYS X READER

Steve x Eddie x reader x Billy

~6th one~

Billy Hargrove x reader 🌸

You’re having dinner with his family minus Neil till he comes home and things escalate. He’s about to hit Billy until the reader pulls him back and puts a knife to his throat.

“If you lay a finger on him I’ll slit your throat right in front of your family you got that?!”

~7th one~

Eddie Munson x Henderson reader, (Dustin Henderson & reader)

Reader and Dustin have the best sibling relationship in Hawkins. He’s the little adorable nerd while she’s the mother always making sure he’s okay and well. (Ex: Makes sure he eats at lunch aka packs stuff for him/shares her food, Ruffles his hair/gives kisses to his head/forehead, makes sure he’s doing good physically and emotionally, always picks him and his friends up from dnd) Eddie finds this sweet and slowly falls for her.

“Hey Dusty guess what I got!” *pulls out two Hostess Cupcake packages*

~8th one~

Steve Harrington x Buckley reader, (Robin Buckley & reader)

Reader is Robin’s older sister who has the sweetest sweet tooth known to Hawkins. Steve figures this out after a week of visits from the sister everyday sometimes twice a day. How will Steve win her over and how will Robin react?!

“She’d start crying if you gave her a giant cake or something!”

~9th one~

Billy Hargrove x Pyromaniac reader

Billy dropped his lighter and now it’s gone! Angry he’s been ignoring everyone all day trying to figure out where it went. The next day he makes eye contact with the reader who… HAS HIS LIGHTER!!! Running after them he finds the reader and oh wow… their really hot!

“I-I’m sorry! I just really like collecting empty lighters and I thought this one was forgotten… and I was gonna set this trash bin on fire.”

~10th one~

Eddie Munson x Guitarist/Artist reader

Every week Eddie finds a drawing of him and every month he finds a cassette in his locker. These gifts make him wonder who’s spending their time of day on the “freak” of Hawkins? With the Hellfire club on his side will he figure out who this lovely person is?

“It has all of my favorite songs on it… and look! The art is so realistic!”

~11th one~

(Talked about this in a previous post)

Steve Harrington x reader x Billy Hargrove

When reader and Billy are on a date they decide to go see Steve “The Hair” Harrington at Scoops Ahoy (Because they missed him and were gonna pick him up after his shift ended). When the party sees Billy and reader having a good time together half of them try to protect the reader while the other half panic because they know that Steve and reader are dating! The party get a big surprise!

“Wait! Robin you knew?!”

#stranger things #stranger things Fanfiction ideas #billy hargrove #dacre montgomery #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #dacre montgomery x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #dustin henderson #robin buckley

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art-i-know-yes · 1 year

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Just. y'know. spoilers for Limited Life. Just an. overall for all episodes i've watched

r.i.p bread bridge.

yellow mellow did not last long

literally supplied. like. most of the server with food.

im horrifically saddened.

oh. wonderful.

grian almost went with it

don't mess with the bread boys. they're mourning.

"im confused. you're not in your bad boy outfit"

they're so genuinely upset

so am i

love that he literally could not focus on them before the horn

this family tree is fake

he said no plz don't

grian is so distraught

Pearl kills Judge Judy and Executioner

so quick with it

"The Family" is such a mafia vibe

scott and Martyn are trying the catch the dolphins

this funeral is wild

Martyn nearly DIED during that

im so sad

ties was so WILD this episode

mourning gifts. my fav.

where are you putting it on that FLOOD

"say it back!" "say it back!"

oh it's for whenever you set that off

the laughter and stress RADIATING off the boys

babes tried

"so you CANT SEE MY TEARS" so aggressive

i fogor about those

it's bad time for bad boys

he actually called him jim

how. how did NO ONE see that.

you can jump off any and every part of the...ex bread bridge... and land in water

you put a spoiler on it

BREAD BRIDGE

OH MY GOD

plz be wary

IM SO TERRIFIED OF THAT

grian and fishing rods are always bad

ETHO

"grian. grian. no. it was etho"

"i want to wait and see scar" "oh he's not coming back"

"we should make the m-rye (?) ladder a podcast"

scott flashing later into the episode after saying time of yellow peace

wow they bluming did it

secret bread

gg bad boys

GRIAN. THE. TEARS. OF. FEAR.

these are the weakest alliances i've ever seen. the most loyal everyone has been to their own team. and the almost most crazed part of the series.

jimmy just saying stuff and slipping

martyn's death at the end was so...

the mean gills are so fun together

babe needs his cake

his carrot cake

Jimmy is very bad at this thing

"my cows"

oh yeah this bet

i would love to think Jimmy is being like. strategical. but i know it isn't

no wonder they didn't see martyn steal their stuff

"LOOK AT OUR BRIDGE"

wow scott was there

THE TRAP

tango was so against bdubs being first letter

"nervous?" *gets poisoned*

bigb being afraid for the cat

he's the sane one

people tried TWICE saying Martyn was going against Scott

it is TERRIFYING every time they blindly jump off that bridge

absolutely ditched martyn

the fear in Martyn's voice when Scott said that he saw their names

pearl KILLED HIM

pearl really said no alliances

water bucket save

"oh yeah we found out that trap"

bigb is REGRETTING working with pearl

"they killed jimmy's frog" the gasp cleo gave at that was wonderful

well they've betrayed everyone

awful invention from scott. great idea. horrible execution.

as they were talking about it

Martyn with no hesitation was like "bet"

wipe their hands clean

it took scar so long to find the door

he didn't even relate he was muted

so that's how they ended up there

skizz is self-aware

"im looking back at these videos and im realizing something." is so funny

but being allied with ties is baaaad news

IT TOOK 4 VIDEOS TO FIND OUT WHO KILLED THEM AND IT WAS THEIR DAD

"accident" "that's not gonna fly in court sir"

jimmy.

"i refuse to be gaslit by jimmy"

it's saaaaaaffffeeeeee

oh that was them

the mean gills looking at each other as etho complains about people staying

BODY BLOCK BY THE SKIZZ

bad boys in mourning

ooooohhhkaaayyyy i see what happened. jimmy doesn't know words

no organization. though im sure you can tell if you've watched the same episodes as me. i watched Martyn first.

today.

tango's speedy with the uploads.

also. remember. short attention span. i must consume at least 3 forms of simulation to be properly overstimulated.

like a respectable mentally ill person.

#you could and should absolutely ignore this #mcyt #life series #limited life #limited life spoilers #24life smp #life series spoilers #limited life jimmy #limited life grian #liminited life scott #limited life tango #limited life martyn #bad boys bread bridge

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changbinslovelylegs · 10 months

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It gets worse before it gets better - Wooyoung part 3

Pairing: no specific pairing right now

WC: will always be between 2k-4k words

Warnings: Language, talk of past trauma, mention of death and death related things, panic attack/ptsd episode

Preview, description, characters here

The incident is finally revealed...

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2 weeks prior

"There is no way I'm signing up for that!" Wooyoung gaged at the thought, actually putting a finger in his mouth.

"Why not? it won't kill you" Hyunjin exclaimed as if hadn't just asked Wooyoung to sign up for grindr.

GRINDR FOR FUCKS SAKE.

"I don't want my phone "dinging" me dick pics all day or weird Alphas messaging me because they have a thing for smaller Omegas" Wooyoung groaned and smashed his head into his pillow again. Wooyoung had always been on the smaller side, and it usually never bothered him, it only did when alphas made jokes about his size or they had a weird fetish for it and tried coming onto him.

It had been way too long since Wooyoung had been with someone, so he had asked Hyunjin and Yoongi over for some advice, Felix joined as well since he was his roommate but he was also trying to tidy the living room.

The last person Wooyoung was with, was before the incident and that was over 5 months ago. Yes it still plagued his mind and gave him nightmares and actually medically diagnosed ptsd, but he thought he was now ready to try to see other people.

"I don't get sent them all day..." Hyunjin tried to defend himself, but in the end he knew it was pointless. He was often sent dick pics by randos without permission. He was also sent weird messages from weird Alphas and Hyunjin wasn't even small!

"Jinnie don't force him" Felix butted in, while picking up empty coke cans from the coffee table.

"I am not forcing him!"

"Why does it have to be online?" Yoongi mused, and he smiled when Wooyoung perked his head up. "Let's go out this weekend and you can just try to meet someone there? Can't be that hard!"

"says the one with the most muscle" Hyunjin stated annoyingly. It was well known that Yoongi was a gym junkie, often finding himself there for releasing stress or his 4 times a week weekly workout.

"That's actually a good idea!" Felix agreed, pinching Hyunjin's arm and grinning when he whines.

"I'll message the group chat"

Beautiful sluts bunch

Hyunjin: Were going out this weekend and we have a mission: get Wooyoung laid!

Yoongi: Ok chill

Wooyoung: Maybe not laid, but I would like to meet someone

Seungmin: But if you got laid you wouldn't be complaining

Wooyoung: ...

Jimin: Aw yas go get that D

Hyunjin: Thats what I said earlier!

Jisung: You'll know I'll be there

Jimin: Ditto, been craving a night out all week

Seungmin: Fuck it, i'm in

Felix: Taehyung?

Taehyung: Sorry guys I started pre-heat today I think ima sit this one out. My insides feel like their at war!

Felix: Aw baby that sucks, do you have a partner for it?

Taehyung: HA I wish, it's just me and my many dildos

Wooyoung: Awwwww sad

Jimin: Honestly R.I.P for those dildos

Jisung: ahahah

Taehyung: Fuck you sung, u try being an omega for one day I promise you'll take that laugh back!

Hyunjin: Seonghwa?

Jimin: You better be coming bitch

Jisung: It won't be the same

Felix: It's going to be so fun

Wooyoung: Please Hyungie?

Seonghwa: Fuck me FINE, but only because Woo asked nicely

The weekend could not have come soon enough, everyone was stressed with their last week of finals that a night out was defiantly needed to celebrate.

No one even spoke in the group chat for a whole week because they were all too bust studying, which by the end of that week freaked everyone out.

By the time Saturday rolled around, the whole group just couldn't wait any longer, they needed this.

"I don't think I can do this" Wooyoung had somehow managed to work himself up, considering this wasn't going to be a regular night out.

"Hey it's going to be ok, you don't have to meet someone" Felix tried his best to console, while he was putting the finishing touches on his makeup.

"But what if they don't understand my ptsd and think I'm weird for being weak and-"

"Shhhhh" Felix put down his brush before walking over to Wooyoung and pressing a light yet lingering kiss on his lips. "Don't forget to breathe, and just have fun don't pressure yourself to meet someone. Like if you do that's great but if you don't then that's ok too yeah?"

"Yeah your right, I'm just a little anxious" Wooyoung admitted with a frown.

"It's ok to be anxious, and besides, if you don't wanna mention you have ptsd then you don't have to. I don't go around telling people about my omega business how I smell too much or I leak like a fucking faucet do I?"

"No you don't, but fuck you and your weird wisdom"

"YA! you brat!"

The club was banging right when they got inside, loud music filling the room. Most of the group headed straight for the bar to get drinks whereas Jisung and Seungmin were dying for a piss so they said they would meet everyone on the dance floor.

"Lets do shots!" Jimin tried his best to shout over the music.

"Not that wet pussy shit again" Yoongi whined, remembering how those shots didn't agree with him last time.

"Nah lets just get tequila ones, they get you drunk faster"

"You know I'm down to get drunk" Hyunjin chimed in, but then asked who's paying for them.

"I'll get this round, we can take turns" Jimin orders the shots while the others just wait.

Out of the corner of Wooyoung's eye, he spotted a man dancing with a few friends, a mixed drink in one hand. He was the most beautiful man that Wooyoung had ever seen.

It seemed as if the man noticed too because he was motioning for Woo to come over, he was too much in a trance until Felix nudged him and said "he's cute you should say hi" but not before he took that shot.

Wooyoung walked up to the man and was greeted with a smile. He happily returned one back as the man leaned in.

"Hi, I'm San, you're really cute" he yelled, considering the music was so loud.

"I'm Wooyoung, and thank you" he replied, a small blush appearing on his face.

"Do you come here often?" San started to dance again, Wooyoung joined him.

"Sometimes, depends on what happens in the group chat. What about you?"

"Yeah I come often, one of my friends brothers is the bouncer so we get in for free" San pointed out his friends, 4 of them dancing in a group.

"Thats Hongjoong with the red hair, his brother is the bouncer. That's Yeosang, Minho, Changbin, and HEY WHERES CHAN?"

"GETTING DRINKS, HE SAID HIS FRIEND JISUNG IS HERE AND WANTED TO SAY HI" Changbin yelled back. Just as the song ended and another one started, one of those ones that like to use gun shots as instruments, and his face drained of colour.

"Sungie? He's in my friend group, wait, you're from Jongsung aren't you?" Wooyoung suddenly felt scared, his bones going all cold. If he was from Jongsung then he may have been friends with them and known about the incident before it happened. People from Jongsung could not be trusted. Plus gun shots were another huge trigger for him and just Wooyoung's luck there playing a song with many of them!

"Yeah, does that matter?" San asked, all he wanted was to dance with a cute guy maybe get a blowie in the bathroom but he wasn't so sure anymore. "Hey are you ok?"

Wooyoung couldn't breathe, ever since the incident he and Felix made a pact to never interact with anyone from Jongsung again. He knew it was a little harsh, but he thought he was keeping himself safe. The gunshots just kept getting louder even though the song was over, he just wanted all the noise to stop, his put his hands over his ears.

There was a ringing in his ears, the music becoming too much. San kept asking if he was ok but Wooyoung couldn't hear him. Chan walked over and asked San what was wrong.

"You know Jisung, Wooyoung knows Jisung, do you possibly know who's the closest too Wooyoung?" San ranted, trying his best to help but also not really knowing how.

"Lemme ask Sungie" Chan ran away, and a few moments Later Felix came rushing over.

"YOUNGIE" Felix rushed Wooyoung to the bathroom not even caring to thank San as he was too concerned with his friend.

"Hey Youngie, hey..." Wooyoung didn't even notice he was crying until the ringing stopped and the music got quieter, Felix brought him into his arms making sure to place his ear over his heart.

"Can you hear my heartbeat baby?" Felix knew that his own heartbeat always calmed Wooyoung down, but he wasn't sure it could be heard over the music.

"Lixie" Woo managed to croak despite hie tears.

"Just listen to my heartbeat, I've got you baby"

"I'm so sorry, I was just so scared-"

"Shh, theres no need to apologise, Let's take some deep breaths together hmm?"

Felix slowly rocked them back and forth, taking over exaggerated breaths that he hoped Wooyoung would follow.

They stayed like that for a little while until Wooyoung detached himself and asked for a tissue.

"Will toilet paper suffice? I don't think they have tissues here" Which made Wooyoung laugh, because of course they don't have tissues here.

"I really want some ice-cream, can we go somewhere and get some ice-cream?" Wooyoung asked after he cleaned himself up, all he wanted to do was leave this club but he wasn't tired either.

They found the others who were all worried for their friend yet knew Felix had it under control, they asked him if he was ok to which he replied yes, he was feeling better now. Then Felix explained that he was going to take Wooyoung home because he no longer wanted to be in the place he last had an attack. Everyone else offered to leave as well but Wooyoung said it was fine he didn't want to ruin everyone's night.

Once they arrived at the ice-cream parlour (Wooyoung getting cookies and cream with smashed oreos on top and Felix getting double fudge brownie as they always did) Wooyoung sighed, slumping into their favourite corner booth.

"So what happened back at the club? I thought you and that guy were getting along?" Felix was concerned for his friend, as any friend would be after seeing a friend go through that.

"I don't even fully know! That guy- sorry San said he was from Jongsung and they had this song on with gunshots and I just got so scared I thought I was back on that field I just wanted all the noise to stop!" Wooyoung explained, trying to stay as calm as possible but his hands were shaking a little.

"You just gotta remember that San wasn't one of them so he can't be that bad, honestly it was Jisung who made me realise that" Felix explained, trying to shed a little light.

"How so?"

"When Chan and I met I was completely against it because he was from Jongsung. I liked him until I found out then I wanted nothing to do with him. I got annoyed at Sungie for letting him attend a Yeontan party but then he explained to me that the incident wasn't organised by the whole Jongsung student body, it was just unfortunate that the incident took place on school grounds. I do also think he was trying to defend his friend though cause I found out that he and Chan went to high school together."

"Oh..." Wooyoung had never thought of it that way before.

"I'm not trying to diminish your feelings or anything it just made me ask myself why was I mad at Chan? and now we're really close."

"Hmm, ok then, do you think I should give San another chance?"

"Only if you want to, but he didn't seem like a bad guy so I say go for it!"

Felix's phoned dinged, so he put down his ice-cream to check who it was from, relaxing when it was only Leedo confirming their appointment for tomorrow.

"All good?" Wooyoung asked mid chew.

"Ahaha yeah just Leedo confirming our appointment for tomorrow, my monthly visit n all" Felix went back to eating, because he didn't want it to melt.

"It sucks you have to go through that, I couldn't imagine what your always going through"

"Yeah it does suck sometimes cause I have to wear a pad everyday it's just one of my cons I guess"

"Yeah I feel you, like when I found out that my heats were more painful because I'm on the smaller side. Sucks to be an Omega am I right"

"Fucking oath, let's be real Beta's have it GOOD" which made the both of them burst out laughing.

When the next morning came Wooyoung awoke to 2 surprises.

Number one being because he left the club early and hardly had anything to drink for once in his life he actually woke up hangover free, and that made him so happy.

Number two being a message from the one and only San! Wooyoung had decided to give San another chance and was going to ask somewhere for his number but it seems that San had beat him to it.

Unknown: Hi, it's San, I got your number from Jisung I hope you don't mind. I just wanted to check in and see how your doing?"

Wooyoung saved his contact before replying.

Wooyoung: No it's fine, and I'm also fine thank you for asking though it was cute

San: are you sure? you seemed pretty out of it and afraid?

Wooyoung: I'm sure I'm ok, I actually suffer from PTSD and I had an episode, gunshots are a huge trigger for me

San: Oh I'm so sorry

Wooyoung: It's ok, you didn't know

San: May I ask how you got PTSD? only if your ok with it ofc

Wooyoung: You don't know? everybody knows!

San: But I didn't even know you had PTSD so how would I know what it's from?

Wooyoung: When I tell people I have it they instantly put 2 n 2 together, because of what happened last year.

San: What happened last year?

Wooyoung: Oh please tell me your joking, otherwise this is some sick joke and in that case you can just fuck off

San: I promise I'm not joking

Wooyoung: Whatever

San: No I'm serious! I'm a transfer all the way from Namhae I only started at Jongsung a month ago!

Wooyoung: Oh so you really don't know? fuck I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions-

San: It's fine baby just tell me so that I can know

Baby, Wooyoung most certainly blushed at that, and he even heart reacted.

Wooyoung: Ok, I don't usually like to re-live it so please bare with me

San: ofc Baby just take your time

Wooyoung: There was this guy named Jongho who last year was apart of my friend group and we all really thought he was a great guy, he was a great guy! he made youtube videos and really wanted to someday star in a k-drama. He was also openly gay which I'm fine with cause I'm also gay anyway he went on a date with this jongsung guy. He seemed nice in the beginning I'm guessing thats why Jongho said yes to the date, Jongho had apparently asked to go home but the guy refused to take him home and took him to the jongsung football field instead. I knew about this because Jongho asked me to follow him and come pick him up, because he felt scared. I was too late though because when I arrived I saw 2 men, one was restraining Jongho and the other shot him in the chest just because he was gay! I screamed and those men ran away, I held a bleeding Jongho in my arms crying and screaming until help came but they were also too late because he was already dead.

San: Oh no...

San: Shit, I'm so sorry. Jongho sounded like a really nice guy he didn't deserve that

Wooyoung: no one does! it just sucks Jongho was chosen because he was kinda known on youtube. and now I have PTSD because of it

San: I don't know what to say

Wooyoung: No please it's ok, I was actually planning on messaging you first because I wanted to know if your free for coffee sometime?

San: Oh thats sweet, I'm free today after 2 if you wanna meet?

The next 2 weeks were the loveliest weeks of Wooyoung's life, he and San grew a lot closer almost hanging out everyday or at least stealing a few moments to kiss. He was the perfect man in Wooyoung's eyes.

They never wanted to be apart, and lucky for them they never really had to except for when San started his rut and Wooyoung wasn't ready for sex yet.

"Wooyoung you ready? Felix yelled from down the hall, they had a lunch planned with both Seonghwa and Hyunjin.

"YA! calm your tits I'm coming, just grabbing a jacket cause it's cold!" Wooyoung walked back to the front door, grinning with his choice of jacket.

"Ooh is it Sannies?"

"Yeah, I just love smelling his scent on me"

"I bet you love smelling a whole lot more than just scent"

"YA! we haven't even slept together, he was in rut last week and I just wasn't ready for that yet" Felix just laughed and ruffled Wooyoung's hair, ushering him along.

Once they were seated, and after they had ordered what they wanted, they saw Seonghwa and Hyunjin walk inside.

"Hey! over here" Felix called them over, because the cafe was packed.

"Geez, how did you two find a park? We had to park across the road at the total tools!" Seonghwa sat down with a sigh, opening his menu and looking through it, "What did you guys get?" he added.

"I got a chai laté and an avocado smash with a hash brown, Felix got an americano and just the eggs on toast with bacon and roast tomatoes" Wooyoung explained, sipping on his chai laté fondly.

"Ohh the smashed avo does look good" Hyunjin exclaimed, calling a waiter over so they could order.

"So, how are things with San?" Seonghwa asked, just as his drink came.

"He is so lovely, and such a gentlemen, he just makes me so happy!" Wooyoung smiled.

"Well I guess that went well then" Hyunjin claimed, a grin plastered on his face.

"What went well?" Wooyoung asked, confused.

"Didn't Yoongi tell you?"

"No..."

"Oh fuck me, Yoongi said he was gonna tell you.. look don't get mad ok?" Hyunjin was slightly panicking, both Seonghwa and Felix were looking at him almost frightened.

"After you said you wanted to meet someone, Yoongi and I got lunch and then we started talking, he said his friend Yunho the one who sells weed also sells to this guy San and apparently San told him once that he felt lonely and he wanted to meet someone that's what Yunho told Yoongi and then Yoongi was talking to Jisung about it, not the whole thing Sungie doesn't know just like have you ever heard of a guy named San? and Sungie goes oh yeah he's friends with Chan and when Yoongi told me about it he asked Sungie for his number and kinda set you two up, I told him I didn't think it was a good idea but he said he would tell you about it, obviously he didn't judging by your face." Hyunjin hung his head low, too afraid to see Wooyoung's reactions.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Wooyoung spat, standing up.

"Babe sit down-" Felix tried to pull on his arm but Wooyoung pushed it away.

"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK!"

"Youngie, people are staring, just take a breath" Seonghwa tried to avoid being kicked out, it wouldn't look good for them.

"I know fuck I know, I told him not to" Hyunjin defended, but it was no use.

Wooyoung took a few breaths, because Seonghwa was right. Once he was calm he sat back down.

"I never wanted to be set up, this isn't what I wanted..." Wooyoung started to cry a little, feeling so betrayed. Felix cooed at him and brought him into his arms, shushing him gently.

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scotianostra · 1 year

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Alexander Cruden the self titled “Alexander the Corrector” passed away on November 1st 1770.

With posts being a bit thin on the ground today it is always good to post about a true Scottish character, one I can get my teeth into.

Alexander Cruden was a bookseller and corrector of proofs, is famed as the compiler of a useful Bible study tool—the first complete English language concordance of the Bible. Hardworking, loyal and gentle, he was also be obsessive believing God had appointed him to correct people’s morals. and his obsessive horror of blasphemy once caused him to strike a cursing man with a shovel!

Over the years, much has been written about Cruden and not all of it positive. He was considered, if not completely mad, at least a touch deranged and he spent several spells in various madhouses because those around him did not know how else to stop him behaving like – in their eyes – a lunatic, or, to put a negative slant on the motives of those who had him incarcerated, against their interests. What I can gather from the biographies is that he was considered rather eccentric, but as he did no real harm, apart from the shovel incident, he certainly should not have been locked up.

Alexander Cruden, the son of a merchant, was born in Aberdeen in either 1699 or 1701, depending on who you believe. After attending grammar school and Marischal College, he apparently intended to study for the ministry, but an unhappy love affair and a spell in the mad-house, probably for knowing about the illicit affair of his intended with her own brother, decided him to leave for London.

He worked as a private tutor until 1726 when he became a proof reader. A notice in The London Journal of 16th November 1734, states that he was “lately corrector to the Printing Office in Wild-Court”, but now bookseller at the Bible and Anchor under the Royal Exchange. Just a month before this notice, Cruden had obtained the freedom of the City via the Stationers’ Company by redemption, that is, by paying a fine for not following the usual route of a 7-year apprenticeship, so he was a smart successful man.

In the following years, quite a number of advertisements appeared in the newspapers to announce books that could be bought at Cruden’s, but also one I can relate to for Doctor Rogers’s Oleum Arthriticum: or, Specifick Oyl for the Gout. The doctor sold the stuff from his house in Stamford, Lincs, and he had agents in all the major towns. Cruden was the only address in London where the miraculous cure for gout could be obtained, I wonder what it was/is, luckily my own gout has been relatively controlled over the past 3 or 4 years. These days, we would find it most peculiar if patent medicines were sold in our local bookshop, but certainly up to Victorian times it was quite an accepted sideline.

In 1735, Cruden was given the honourable title of “Bookseller in Ordinary to her Majesty”, that is, to Queen Caroline. He replaced a Mr. E. Matthews who had died. Honourable as the title may have been, it probably did not bring many financial rewards and Cruden kept his bookshop running besides embarking on an ambitious project to compile a concordance to the Bible. Apparently he worked on it every morning, attending to business in the afternoon, and at the end of 1737, the publication was announced, as seen in the last pic.

The advertisement in the paper for Cruden’s work had to be changed rapidly and the one in a paper of 26 November had the phrase “dedicated to her late Sacred Majesty”. Cruden was rather upset about the death of the Queen – not to mention rather put out by not receiving the financial reward he had expected from the queen for his monumental work – and not long afterwards, he gave up bookselling and returned to his former occupation of proof-reading.

In 1754, Cruden unsuccessfully tried to become an M.P. for London, perhaps an understandable failure considering his antics and spells in madhouses, however unfair these may now seem. His eccentricities were usually considered harmless and amusing rather than threatening, although they were probably highly irritating for the ‘victims’ of his attention. But, he gradually grew in his role as self-appointed Corrector of Morals rather than as Corrector of Books. It is said that he walked around with a sponge in order to wipe out offensive graffiti, especially “No. 45” in use by the supporters of John Wilkes. The number 45 was a reference to instalment 45 of The North Briton which appeared in April, 1763, and in which Wilkes wrote an essay mocking the monarchy.

In 1761, the second, and in 1769, the third revised editions of his Concordance were published and it remained the most authoritative of that kind of work until well into the 19th century. 1769 was also the year in which Cruden finally returned to Aberdeen. He stayed up north for about a year and on 10th April 1770 wrote his will before returning to London. The General Evening Post of 15th May, 1770, reporting on the return of “Mr. Alexander Cruden, Corrector of the People”, said that he “speeched” in various towns on the way “upon the necessity of Reformation” and “many hundreds of papers were given away in the roads and towns by Mr. Cruden, as he came up in the post-chaise”. So he was quite well known the length and breadth of the country.

Unfortunately, Cruden was not to complete his self-imposed task of reforming the people, as he died on this day in 1770.

Cruden had never married, despite several desperate attempts, and left his property to various relatives and to the City of Aberdeen for the purchase of religious books to be distributed to the poor. Despite his wish to be buried in Aberdeen, his body was interred in the dissenters’ burial-ground at Deadman’s Place, Southwark.

#Scotland #scottish #proofreading #bookseller.#eccentric #history

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Rise of Bloom Lavellan

Chapter 3: Dareth Shiral

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

WARNING: Mentions of child death

If that doesn't bother you, then continue on. I also proofread this, but sorry if I missed something and it's off!

"Keeper, can we go to the lake nearby?"

Brialle and Jahel stood in front of their keeper and waited for an answer.

Deshanna was standing in front of her tent, about to enter for her lesson with her apprentice, but stopped and turned around. She kneeled down to their level and tilted her head. "Why do you want to go?"

Jahel looked at the ground slightly embarrassed, so his sister answered for him. "We just wanted to go swim. It looks like a nice day today, and we've finished our lessons. Our parents said we could go if you said yes!"

Deshanna looked behind the kids and saw their parents by their tent, nodding. She looked back at the kids and sighed. "You may, but you cannot be long. Understand?"

The twins nodded excitedly. "I'll make sure we're not there for long! We'll be back before sun down!" Brialle told her.

They both ran past her and others as they exited their camp and went towards the lake.

Jahel tried to run ahead of Brialle, but she gripped his hand tightly, making him walk at her pace. "You're not getting away from me! Last time you ran ahead, you almost tripped and got hurt." She looked over at him and gave him a stern look.

He pulled at her hand and scoffed. "I won't run that fast! I'll be fine," he argued.

"No! You're under my watch and I'm not letting you go."

He sighed with annoyance and continued their walk with no argument. He knew he wouldn't win against her wits and attitude.

Once the lake was in their sight, she stopped and let his hand go. "You can go now, but don't swim too far!"

He tilted his head with confusion. "Aren't you swimming with me?"

She looked out towards the water and shook her head. "I don't feel like getting soaked today. I just came to watch you and pick some flowers." She loved to pick flowers and the lake always had beautiful flowers around it. It was one of the main reasons she went there.

He crossed his arms and sighed. "But that's boring! You should join me!"

"Jahel-"

He held his hands together and pouted. "Please?! Just for a little while!"

After a few moments of looking at his puppy eyes, she sighed and nodded. "Fine, I'll join you. But not for too long."

He jumped up with victory and grabbed her hand. The two ran into the lake and yelped at the cold feeling of the water. They ran deep enough to where their feet couldn't touch the ground anymore.

"Why did you really want to come here?" Brialle asked Jahel, who was floating on his back.

He looked over at her and smiled. "To take a break. We've both been busy with the training and stuff, so why not take a small break?"

She moved to float on her back and stared up at the sky. "We could've done that at the clan, so why here?"

"You like the flowers, right? I at first thought of you just picking the flowers, but it's been forever since you've swam with me, so I really wanted you to."

She looked over at him and smiled. "When did you become sappy? I thought you were supposed to be intimidating and strong."

He rolled his eyes and looked back up at the sky. "I can be both of those and caring." He went silent after that and so did his sister. They both floated and enjoyed the sound of nature and the beautiful sky above them.

However, Jahel got bored and got off his back and began to keep himself above water again. "Why don't we play a game?"

Brialle got off her back as well and tilted her head. "What kind of game can we play?"

He bit his lip as he thought. "Why don't we do some hide and seek?"

"How would we do that?"

"Well, you close your eyes like normal, count to twenty, and I go find some place to hide in the water. But you cannot open your eyes as you look for me."

"What? How's that fair?"

"I will splash water or call your name and you have to follow my voice!"

She thought for a moment but eventually nodded. "That sounds pretty fun! Who's hiding first?"

"Me, duh," he said with a big smile.

Brialle turned around and placed her hands over her eyes. "Start hiding! I'm about to count!" She heard him make a splash sound, so she started to count. She counted all the way to twenty and opened her eyes. "Ready or not, here I come!" She turned around and looked for orange hair, but saw none.

She took in a deep breath and plunged herself under water. She looked for feet or any signs of a person, but she didn't see any. The lake was clear blue, so it should've been easy, but he was nowhere to be found. She went back up to the surface, took in a deep breath, and went back underwater. She began to swim further out into the lake.

She still didn't see him after a few more feet, so she went back to the surface and wiped the hair away from her face. "Jahel? Where are you?!" This is where he would've made a sound or anything, but she heard nothing. "Maybe he's just underwater and can't hear me," she told herself. She waited for another minute and called out. "Jahel! Please make a noise!" But once again, there was no response.

Her heart dropped and she instantly began to search faster. She took in a deep breath and plunged herself under the water, ready to look for him for real. She didn't know which direction to go in, so she decided to go back near the shallow end of the lake, but he wasn't there. She kept looking around there until she felt too much pain in her chest. She went back to the surface and took in another deep breath.

She swam further out into the lake and started on the left side. She swam and swam, and she finally saw him. He was in the middle of the lake, farther than they originally were, and was floating on his back. She surged towards him and grabbed onto him as she went to the surface.

"Jahel! Don't scare me like that! Where were you?" She shook him, but instantly realized he didn't respond, and she noticed he wasn't breathing.

She looked towards the direction of their camp and shouted. "Help! Please! Jahel's not breathing!" Her voice echoed out into the forest around them and she hoped that someone heard her.

She moved in front of him and placed one arm on his chest, pulling him close to her, and began to swim with the other arm. "H-Hold on, Jahel. You'll be okay," she told him. Her breath came quicker and she struggled to swim because of his weight, but she continued.

She continued to shout between her breaths, but screamed when she felt arms pull her away from her brother.

"No! Let me go!" She squirmed and struggled against the person, but stopped when she heard their voice.

"Stop, Brialle! It's me!"

She looked up to see her father move the hair from her face and look in front of them. Brialle's gaze followed and she saw one of the hunters pick up Jahel, and carry him.

Her father began to swim and pull her along, and made sure she was tight in his grip. "It's going to be okay."

She barely heard his words as she stared at her brother. She couldn't believe this happened, she couldn't believe she let him swim away, she couldn't believe she let this happen. Her breath continued to come quickly and her vision became blurry. She heard the hunter call out to her father, but her world went dark before anything else happened.

"Why can't I see her?! I'm her mother!"

Brialle awoke to the sound of a woman's voice. She was yelling and she sounded nearby. She opened her eyes and saw a woman kneeling by her side. She turned her head to look over and saw a healer.

"Oh, you're awake! How do you feel?" She placed a hand against Brialle's forehead and looked towards the tent entrance. "She's awake!"

It took her a moment, but Brialle remembered what happened. She sat up quickly and ignored the pain that pounded in her head. "Where's Jahel?" She immediately coughed and rubbed her throat.

"Drink first," the healer said. She had a cup of water and handed it to her. She watched as Brialle drank the water quickly, and took it when she was done. She placed a hand on her shoulder and helped Brialle lay down. "Please, wait here." She stood up and exited the tent.

She shivered and her head panged for a moment. She usually followed directions, but she disobeyed this time. She slowly sat up and got herself up. Her head was dizzy, but she still stood up. She slowly walked over to the tent flap and exited.

"Brialle!"

She looked over to see her mother move past the healer and run towards her. She hugged her tightly and kissed her head. "Oh my gods, you're okay!" Dina shouted with relief.

Brialle hugged her mother tightly and shut her eyes tightly. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Apology after apology came out of her mouth.

Dina kneeled to her level and wiped her cheeks. "It's not your fault, my dear."

Brialle looked behind her mother and saw a hunter and a healer exit a tent together, neither looked happy. She noticed the hunter was the one who carried Jahel from the lake, and she gasped. She pulled away from her mother and ran over to him. She grabbed his hand and squeezed. "What happened to Jahel?!"

The hunter looked down at her with a sad look and shook his head. "You need to rest. You've worn out your body." He tried to pull away from her, but she tightened her grip.

"I won't leave! Tell me where he is!" She yelled and immediately coughed.

The hunter looked over to her mother and motioned his head to the tent beside him. He saw Dina wipe her eyes and nod sadly. The man led Brialle into the tent to see her father kneeling beside Jahel who lied on a blanket. He let her go and walked out of the tent, giving her a moment with her father.

She ran to her fathers side and placed a hand on his shoulder. "What happened?" She looked at Jahel and saw how pale he looked. She reached out and grabbed his hand and gasped when she felt no warmth. He was cold and his chest didn't rise no matter how long she stared at him.

"Jahel...?" she whispered.

"I'm sorry, Brialle, but he can't answer." Salem looked over at her and pulled her to his side and laid his forehead against the side of her head.

Her heart dropped once again and she let out a sob and others followed. She hid her face against her fathers chest and cried until she felt a hand rub her back. She pulled away from her father to see her mother beside her.

She hiccupped and sniffled before she spoke. "I'm sorry." She looked towards her father. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed out. She hugged her mother tightly and hid her face against her chest. "It's all my fault! It's all mine!"

Dina's arms tightened and she whispered in her ear. "Don't ever say that, dear. None of this is your fault," she comforted.

Salem wrapped an arm around Brialle and his other around Dina, and pulled them close. They stayed together for a few minutes before they couldn't be there anymore. If they stayed longer, they would never stop crying.

Dina and Salem helped Brialle up and both held a hand as they left the tent. She knew he wasn't there, but before the flaps closed, she looked behind her to see her brother still motionless. It only confirmed the fact that he was no longer there.

Her brother was no longer there.

It was only supposed to be a trip to the lake, something which they did normally. But sadly it ended terribly and it shook the entire clan. However, no one was as affected as Brialle herself. Her best friend was gone and no longer with her, yet she still felt him nearby. Others told her it was grief and said that as long as she remembered him, then he would always be with her, but it was far from the truth.

Brialle opened her eyes to see a Halla face right in front of her. She gasped and immediately sat up. She looked around to find herself in the Halla pen.

"Wasn't I in our tent?" She questioned herself. "We were sleeping, so how did I get out here?" She stood up and looked around to see the clan.

Every thing was the same, but there were no people.

"Keeper? Mom? Dad?" She called out but no one replied.

It was day time, the sun was high in the sky, and every thing looked so normal, but it wasn't. She felt off.

"Brialle," a voice called out.

She recognized the voice immediately and looked around quickly. "Jahel?!" She stood still, held her breath, and waited for another response.

"I'm right here!" he called out again.

She left the pen and ran to her family's tent. She opened it and saw no one there. "Where else would you be?"

"Behind you," he said.

She turned around and saw him. Jahel stood a few feet in front of her. He didn't look pale anymore, his chest rose and fell, and he actually spoke again. She moved a few steps closer, but stopped when the situation suck in.

"I'm here, sister," he said in a gentle voice.

"H-How are you here? You died," she forced out. She felt tears well up in her eyes at the reminder, but it was true. It would've been impossible for him to be there with her, but there he was.

"It was all a nightmare. I'm truly here with you."

She shook her head as her tears fell. "No! You're not here!"

He took a few steps closer and nodded. "But why would you see me here?"

She looked around. "Where even is here? This can't be our clan! There's no one here!" She argued.

He took a few steps closer. "This is our clan, everyone is just busy. It's happened before," he said gently.

He was in front of her now, and he stretched out his hand and smiled. "I'm here, sister," he said. His voice no longer was normal, it echoed and sounded darker.

She was tempted to grab his hand, to let herself believe he was there with her, but he wasn't. She shook her head and took a step backwards. "I don't know who you are, but you're not him," she said. Her voice was wobbly with fear.

His smiled faltered for a moment, but he recovered and took a step forward. "But I am here! Why won't you believe me?" He questioned her with slight anger.

She took another step backward and yelped when she tripped on a piece of wood. She fell backwards and through the tent flaps. She hit the ground hard and looked up through the opened flaps to see 'Jahel' still standing there with a smile. However, now his smiled widened to show too many teeth, and it sent a shiver through her.

"Why couldn't you just take my hand? It would've made this so much easier!" 'Jahel''s look turned from happy to angry in a second. He smiled creepily before taking another step forward. "Now, it'll only take a second," he whispered.

He lunged forward and she pulled her legs to her chest, covered her head with her arms, and hid her face with her knees. "NO," she screamed.

"NO!" another voice shouted.

Suddenly, there was a demonic scream of pain, and then silence. She waited for pain, but there was none. No scratch, no stab, nothing at all. She opened one eye to see no one there anymore. She leaned up and opened the tent flaps to see no Jahel there at all.

She exited the tent and walked to where she stood before. She looked around and saw no one, and she let out a breath of relief. "So, he really wasn't here...." she said softly. "But where am I? Is this really what I think it is?"

She wasn't a mage, but she heard about magic from books she read and knowledge her parents shared. The fade was something the mages could visit, and it was similar to the situation she was in.

"B-Brialle? Are you okay?"

She screamed and turned around quickly to see Jahel exit the tent she was just in. He had a worried look on his face and held his hands out in front of him, doing his best to not make her afraid.

"It's just me! I-I'm not going to hurt you!" he said.

She took a step backwards and shook her head. "No! You did try to hurt me! You're not Jahel!" she said with anger. She couldn't believe someone would dare take her brother's form to manipulate her.

"Brialle, I didn't hurt you! I stopped the demon from hurting you!" He took a step forward and kept his hands in front of him.

"You're lying!" She then gasped as she remembered where he came from. "How did you get in the tent? Were you waiting to hurt me?!"

He shook his head quickly. "No! Why would I hurt you? Brialle, believe me! I don't know how I'm here," he said gently.

She saw tears well up in his eyes and her vision became blurry as hers did the same. "No, you're not him. You know exactly how you got here," she said with her voice shaking from sadness. There was no longer fear there, only grief surrounded her.

He took a few steps further. "I'm not here to hurt you. Believe me, please," he said. He blinked and the tears fell from his eyes.

Her tears fell as well and she sobbed. She couldn't fight him anymore, she couldn't keep going. It was dangerous, but he wasn't a threat. He didn't lunge, he didn't creep her out, and she felt safe. She didn't feel like she was in danger anymore. She felt a familiar comfort and she let herself go.

She ran forward and hugged him as tight as she could, and he did the same. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and they both wept.

"Jahel, I'm so sorry! It's all my fault," Brialle sobbed out.

"No, it's not your fault. It's mine," he said.

They stopped talking and only hugged each other tightly. After a few minutes, they pulled away and wiped their own tears.

"H-How are you here?" Brialle asked.

Jahel shrugged with a huff. "I don't know. I'm just...here," he answered with hesitation. He was just as confused as she was.

She tried to ask another question, but the area around them began to slowly shake and she felt her grip on him slowly fade.

"I'm waking up! I have to go!"

His grip tightened on her. "No, not yet!"

"I'm sorry, Jahel." She squeezed his hand tightly. "Don't leave me. S-Stay here! I'll be back."

"I don't think that's how it works," he said with a small laugh.

She shook her head. "I don't care! Just stay-".

She gasped as she woke up. She sat up and looked around to see the inside of her tent. She looked to her side to see only her parents asleep in their shared bedroll. Her brother truly was no longer there, yet she saw him.

"Was it all just a dream?" she whispered with disbelief.

"I'm still here, Brialle!"

She gasped as she heard Jahel's voice echo in her head. "H-How are you here?" she whispered.

"I don't know, but I'm not gone! I'm still with you! I can see you and every thing around you," he said with excitement. He didn't understand the situation, but he couldn't help his happiness. He didn't have to truly say goodbye to the people he cared about. He was still there, thanks to Brialle.

She laughed softly. "Thank you. For not leaving me."

It was silent for a moment, but he eventually spoke. "How could I ever leave my best friend?"

This was so difficult to write but I love this and I love Brialle and Jahel. Anyways, hope you enjoyed and I'll get to working on the next chapter soon!

#my writing #The Rise of Bloom Lavellan #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age: inquisition #I guess inquisition? Technically since it's going to lead to inquisition? Sure-#Anyways hope y'all liked this because I enjoyed writing this even if it was very difficult :).#btw I hope you can forgive the scene when the family is by Jahel's body. It's stupid and probably weird but that's the only way I could #think of Brialle finding out so anyways I hope y'all enjoyed. I can't wait to write the next chapter :).#It's gonna be more happy. Or should be anyways.#And the fade works how I want it to lol

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unknwnxquantity · 1 month

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I’ve expressed that I love my family. I really do. I miss them a lot. I miss my mom. For some reason it hurts me more to be away from her. Maybe bc she’s the only person I lived with for my entire 25 years of living up til I moved out. I get more emotional when I think of her. I text my family everyday of course. The distance made me appreciate them more. But something about my mom makes the tears come out whenever I think of her in depth. Like when I hear Banda music out in public, tears start coming down my face almost immediately. Or old bad bunny. Karol G. I miss her cooking. I miss her being like “yo biatch what are we doing today🤪”. I miss her kissing our cats (it would’ve been 6 but Finn passed years back :( then 5 but now it’s down to 4.. Bria past away recently, my mom spent like 20k to try and save her life but it was too late). I miss her kissing Gray all over (our Russian blue cat someone gave to her years ago who ended up having cancer and she spent well over 10k on vet bills and will forever have to give him steroids) and saying “WE KISS THE CANCER AWAY!!!” She has a special connection to gray bc in the first few weeks? First week? we got him, he became very ill, literally limp. On the verge of death. The previous owners didn’t even tell us he was sick. And the vets would say to put him down, that he wouldn’t last past the weekend. So we hoped and prayed (we’re not even Christian). We manifested for his health to get better. I tried cleansing him with clear quartz throughout his little body a few times. I left a clear quartz next to where he’d sleep those first few weeks. Then my mom got sick out of nowhere and had to go to the hospital. It was scary. There were purple dots on her tongue. Along with other stuff like something with her blood level was low. They both became scaringly sick for a few days. Me and my sister would hear that viral tiktok song from 2020 “death bed” a lot and used to like the song, but started getting scared of it. We haven’t listened to it since (well apparently she has but rarely). But then magically they both started getting better at the same time. He doesn’t have cancer anymore and she’s better now *knock on wood*. My mom views gray as a guardian angel. Even tho he’s a literal menace to society and I’d be scared to live in a world where he is a real life man lol, I think he’s her guardian too.

I feel this deep connection to my mom. It’s second to my sister if I had to rank —it’s a little too early to feel a deep connection w my brother. He’s going thru his teenage phase and we fought a lot but we’ve come a really long way… I do feel we were enemies in a past life😭 he challenges me in ways that really shake me to my core. One of the things he shows me is my own immaturity and a shadow side to me I don’t like that I have to heal. I can’t wait til he’s older, I feel then our connection will be better and more open— My mom sleeps on herself. She’s very in tune with her senses, supernatural stuff, her intuition and inner voice. Premonitions. I relate it to her big 3 (libra sun cap moon— second hardest moon placement to have next to Scorpio and this bitch is always working lol— and Pisces rising. Scorpio mercury and Venus too I’ve done a lot of connections in terms of my family’s synastry. It’s so cute literally all of us share multiple fixed signs whether it be Scorpio Taurus Leo or Aquarius in all our big 6s, or cancer. My dad’s big 3 is literally all fixed signs too—Leo sun rising and Taurus moon— that just blew my mind… maybe that’s y everyone used to compare me to him…..MY SIBLINGS ME AND MY PARENTS HAVE EXACTLY ONE TAURUS PLACEMENT EACH IN OUR BIG 6??? We all have water Venus’ too except my dad. My mind is blown. It’s so cool to have that connection validated through astrology)…. She’s seen some dark energies throughout her life. Very dark. Whether that be human or literal evil spirits. I love when she tells me her supernatural stories. Me and my sister close ourselves off to the supernatural though. It’s better to keep the door closed than to try and find the good, bc where’s there’s good, there’s evil. My mom didn’t have that choice tho, it was brought upon her from an early age. Don’t even get me started on my grandma (Cap sun, don’t know her whole birth chart) who’s a literal witch lol and her family was into some bad stuff energetically. Apparently my grandmas parents ran some kind of temple where they’d practice stuff. The practice that starts with a b (do Spaniards even practice that? I guess so— my mom told me they got into this when they were in PR lol). I don’t wanna put that energy out online. I can only imagine the generational curses accrued bc of this side of the family. My grandma’s siblings were horrible to each other. Shes like my dad in the way she’s a real life narcissist. No tiktok armchair psychology diagnosis. None of that. But legit reasons and abusive harmful delusional behaviors and patterns that a neuronormative person doesn’t operate like to that degree. The triangulation, the deep manipulation, manic spam rants filled with hateful and vengeful words. It’s scary and heavy to hear what my mom has gone through with my grandma and my dad. And what she continues to go through with them. They are one and the same.

I feel sad for her. I mourn for my mom. She didn’t experience life bc she got pregnant with my sister in her late teens. Then me. Then my brother (Aries sun aqua moon cancer? Or Scorpio rising). She was in this narcissistic abusive relationship with my dad for 20 years. It took years off her life and health. I asked her her favorite song of all time in sept 2022 while i working in the city— I just had the random urge to ask her and my dad their fav song lol— and she said it was Endless Love by Diana Ross and Lionel Richie. She said it was always her favorite song growing up and how she would fantasize that song playing at her future wedding. That never happened. My heart breaks for that. I wish I could give her the love she deserves but that’s not my place… and like… that’s my mom. lol. You get what I mean. She also loves dolphin by Prince like my dad. Like my family. She loves her evil eye bracelets/charms, and one of the many she’s gifted me lol is of a dolphin evil eye keychain. I always think of her when I look at it.

Shes such a mess tho. Shes like my grandma. A hoarder. Doesn’t know how to let go either. Buys “just in case” and never uses. Buys in bulk and things expire. The house was always such a mess. Both their fucking places. It’s like literal tornadoes hit and everything’s everywhere. That’s not a place to live. It fucked with my mental so much. I can only imagine hers. She has adhd too. But hers is a whole other level. And it’s only gotten worse.

She wasn’t always the best mom. She was very cold and distant (cap moon mf). Especially with me. She had postpartum with me bad. We actually almost died together when they were delivering me😭😭 had a priest come in and everything. She’s also been in accidents with me while I was in her belly that could’ve resulted in my death. Or hers. It’s like something was fighting to not have me here. Or maybe I’m putting too much importance on my existence🤣 (no bc I asked after this entry and apparently there was a woman my dad was cheating on my mom w who was into witchcraft and another woman in her workplace that had it out for my mom for snitching on her doing something the woman wasn’t supposed to be doing… wow). It wasn’t til covid where she started becoming softer. She’s getting older. Things and regrets are starting to hit her and my dad; a tale as old as time. Now she sends us tiktoks, the ones that are apologizing for being a “bad” mother, or the corny ones “where in every lifetime I’ll always love you…. I may have not been the best but I will always try for you” type of tiktoks. She sends them a lot now actually. It’s cute. It’s nice to see her acknowledgements and her trying to break generational traumas. Her mom could never though. I think that’s why she’s trying harder with us now.

She still disappoints me in some ways. Like my dad. I feel I have to be the one on top of them to give me the love and attention I want from them. I hate one sidedness (not like I’ve said this mad times before). But maybe it’s not just that. Maybe it’s just not being able to access certain sides and emotions I can access easily. I feel the only person who reciprocates my depth and understands/appreciates things the exact same way I can who’s in my life, is my sister. We are the same person just opposite sides of the same coin. I don’t use that term lightly either. When I make observations/statements like that. Or what I say in general. I don’t say things lightly just to say them. But yeah I take things with my parents with a grain of salt at the end of the day. I have to recognize that people cannot reach where I’m at on a soul level at times and that’s okay. I can still love them the same. Just different expectations. Less expectations. Expectations set you up for failure. You have to let people and things be. There’s no wrong or right way of being (unless you’re hurting ppl with your existence, then that’s a problem). Not everyone has to be on this big spiritual journey just bc you are. I just tell myself sometimes that this is a part of their souls journeys and maybe in the next life or lives after that, maybe they’ll get to where they “need to be”.

Okay maybe that’s enough about my mom. Theres more I could say but I’ll leave as is. Lol I love her, she’s my bestie. As I write this, I think to myself… she’ll probably never know this entry of her exists. Lol anyways I get to be with all of them in a few weeks to go to a Nicki concert (my brother loves Nicki, we all do now bc of him AND YES SHES PROBLEMATIC PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE). I’m excited for that. We are in the front of the front bitch! Like making eye contact front. I’m also supposed to go see my old hs guidance counselor while I’m out there (technically she wasn’t but I wish she was) and I’m so excited to see her. I lovedddd her. We bonded when I was in hs over our curly hair and she’s so quiet but super nice and open-ended and minded. Now she’s my brothers guidance counselor. She looks out for him. Me and her email from time to time. And ofc when I told my mom ask her what her birthday was…. She’s a freaking Gemini 🤣 she was giving cancer. I love my cancers/cancer placements too. She’s into numerology tho and the importance of birth dates. She told my mom to tell me about this book she had in her office, called “the secret language of birthdays”. I still haven’t checked it out but I have to soon. I’m gonna ask her in person for her birth chart bc I always felt drawn to her.

Okay enough about me!!! I’m getting paranoid lol.

#unknwnxquantity

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fayemarvels · 3 years

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It's just a little thunder

Summary : “You are scared of the thunder aren’t you?” you asked gently and Loki nodded quickly. “Please don’t laugh at me,” he whispered and you shook your head. “I would never do that, don’t worry,” You bent down and kissed his forehead.

Or: Loki is scared of thunders

Word count: 917

Warnings: thunder?, bad writing, grammatical mistakes,

English isn't my first language so please don't mind the grammar and sentence structure mistakes and stuff. If you have any suggestions on how to improve my writing, please let me know.

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Loki wasn’t scared of many things; he was a big and tough god after all. If you asked anyone who knew him, what they think he was scared of, they would probably say, ‘Oh, he’s scared of something trivial like shopping alone,’ and when you ask them why they would just shrug and say ‘Don’t know, he just seems like the type.’ The other version would be something more simple and common. ‘Oh, he’s scared of death.’ And even though both of those might be slightly true, there is one thing he’s scared of more than anything. And if he has to be honest, it is slightly embarrassing to admit it.

Loki was scared of thunders. As far as his memory could reach, he was always scared of them. There weren’t many people who knew, only a handful. He didn’t like to share that part of himself with the world, or any for that matter.

Only Frigga and Thor knew. He didn’t tell anyone else, maybe because he didn’t have anyone. That was until you came along.

You met Loki when his brother dragged him down to Earth for a visit. You were working in the Avenger’s tower as a cleaner, just to get some money along studying at college. Tony Stark paid some good money and gave hella good bonuses.

You nearly bumped into Loki when you were vacuuming the floor and didn’t hear him come into the room over the music playing in your ears. You apologized and the pair of you quickly hit it off. It didn’t take a lot of time, and you started some kind of relationship only after 3 months of knowing each other.

This unlabeled thing went on for about 4 months before you asked Loki what exactly you were.

“I want to be your lover, your partner I just didn’t know when was a good time to bring this up to you,” he scratched the back of his neck and tried to explain himself, before you kissed him softly, just to shut him up.

He would go on for his whole, life completely content with you not knowing about his stupid fear. But he just couldn’t have good things, no. His life wouldn’t allow that.

One time, when he came to visit you, a storm suddenly started. It came out of nowhere and the electricity in your whole apartment building went out. You, of course, were used to this. It happened very often. Loki on the other hand was scared shitless.

“I swear I put the torch somewhere here,” you mumbled as you rummaged through the boxes in your closet.

“Loki can you please go into the bathroom and try to find some candles? I can’t find the light.” You asked. Before you could get a response, a thunderbolt struck the ground and a deep rumble sounded through the city.

Then, light and quiet whimper came from Loki’s direction. You tilted your head and carefully moved towards him.

“Hey love, what’s wrong?” you asked as you sat down beside Loki who was curled up in your bed, with a pillow over his head, whole body trembling.

“Nothing, nothing I’m fine, totally fine don’t worry,” he mumbled and as he tried to get up, another thunderbolt struck. It wasn’t as loud as the last time, but it still managed to scare Loki who whimpered out and shuffled closer to you.

“Oh hun,” you whispered

“You are scared of the thunder aren’t you?” you asked gently and Loki nodded quickly.

“Please don’t laugh at me,” he whispered and you shook your head.

“I would never do that, don’t worry,” You bent down and kissed his forehead.

“well, I think it’s time for bed what do you say?” you asked and Loki nodded. You shuffled away from him and got under the covers. Before you could call him over to you, he was already under the covers with you, holding you around your waist with his face buried in your neck.

“Thanks for not laughing at me,” he whispered into the dark of the room and you furrowed your brows.

“Has anyone ever done that?”

“Yes, Thor. I came to him once because my mother was away and he sent me back to my room. I was about 9 in your years.” He explained and you squeezed him lightly, trying to bring some comfort.

“Having fears isn’t bad, it isn’t something to laugh at,”

“You never laughed at my fear of butterflies, why would I judge you for being scared of thunder.” You asked gently and he shrugged.

“Well, now you know that when you are scared, you can always come to me, with whatever fear it is” You comforted him and he nodded into your neck.

“Thank you, it means so much,” he whispered and you could hear the tiredness in his voice.

“Good night honey, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said gently and he hummed.

“If you ever say anything about this to anyone, I will be mad,” he teased and she laughed lightly.

“Yeah, that’s the first thing I’m going to do in the morning, tell the world that the mighty Loki of Asgard is scared of thunders,” you said, trying to sound just a bit serious.

“Now hush and go to sleep, we’ll talk some more tomorrow,” you tried to soothe him as he flinched from another thunderbolt.

“G’night” he slurred, his mind already halfway gone.

He fell asleep moments after that, with you following right after him.

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Just something little I wrote today as a thank you for 100 followers, I never would've thought so many people would follow me on here when I started. Again, thank you.

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 6

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language, brief violence, and a line that hints at past physical abuse (depending on how you choose to interpret it) Warnings: Mild TW for implied/referenced abuse Notes: Okay so this was supposed to be somewhat therapeutic? But it ended up taking longer to get to that part than I intended, so... Don't worry though, next chapter will be fluffy and also involve more, like, actual Daniela scenes. Previous Chapters: Pt. 1: Nocturne, Pt. 2 Overture, Pt. 3: Accelerando, Pt. 4: Toccata, Pt. 5: Poco a Poco

Chapter 6: Elegy

(Elegy: A piece of music in the form of a lament)

When you dream, you do not dream of being locked in a tower, awaiting a kindly knight to come save you. When you dream… you dream of your old home, infested with monsters, nearly unrecognizable. Of being forced to flee, leaving everything you loved behind. Of escaping to a remote, quaint little village, only to end up trapped once again, as friendly faces morph into gaping maws and fangs dripping red. When you dream, it is less a nightmare, more memories retouched, covered in a fresh coat of paint.

Waking up is but a brief source of comfort. One hand goes to your head, rubbing gently, as if you could wipe away all traces of your past. A quick glance around your shared room leaves you confused, but serves as a welcome distraction. Though there are six beds in the room, yours is the only occupied one, the others having all been vacated and made presentable. The only explanation that fit with what you knew was that everyone had gotten up, and gotten to work, without waking you. Panic filled you as you connected the dots, knowing that missing work was a death sentence.

Rushing, you rise to your feet, throwing your dresser open to search for fresh clothes. While the castle’s staff was almost entirely female, the Dimitrescu family didn’t enforce traditional gender presentation, allowing maidens to choose whether to wear a dress or a button-up and trousers. Remembering the wound on your neck, you pause, glancing in the dorm’s singular mirror to inspect your injury. Most of the blood had rubbed off in your sleep (and would likely be a nightmare to clean from the sheets). There were, however, a few spots where dried blood mingled with the protective scab. Considering how late you already were, you didn’t believe you would have time to clean up.

As much as you hated the thought, the best you could do was go for a button-up, hoping the collar would hide the worst of your disastrous appearance. Your hair was another matter entirely, far messier than it normally was, and you struggled to brush/comb it enough to be mildly presentable. Good thing Daniela won’t see me today, you think, remembering her insistence on skipping today’s lesson.

Then you remember the rest of your conversation with her; the yelling, being dragged to your feet, and the pain in her eyes. For a moment you feel woozy, pausing in the middle of buttoning your shirt. Your eyes focus on a spot on the now-closed dresser… and suddenly you wish you had paid more attention when you first woke up. There’s a note stuck to the furniture, clearly addressed to you.

Heard you had some trouble yesterday. We’re just glad you’re alive! A certain someone has been a lot nicer since you started playing the piano, and we’re grateful. To show that, we decided to split your morning duties among ourselves, so you can sleep in. If you’re reading this, then it’s still before 4 AM. Feel free to just relax for a while, or even get some more sleep! We’ll be by to make sure you’re up eventually.

Sincerely,

Daphne, Rosalia, Ygritte, Alexandra, Juniper, and Riley

“I… have… freetime?” You mumbled, still a little drowsy, but now also shocked. This was a complete first for you. Maybe even a first among the servants! Sure, you had been given breaks before, but having a couple hours to do whatever you wanted? No one had ever pulled strings like this for you before. It made your chest feel warm, and you just about forgot the whole mess with Daniela. “I’ll have to find a way to pay them back, even if they think they’re paying me back.” With that said you relaxed a little, no longer rushing getting dressed, though still leaving your neck the way it was. You figured you’d stop by one of the maidens’ restrooms before you officially started your shift.

In the meantime, you knew exactly what you’d be using this time for: finding those damn piano books you had been promised!

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“Let’s see… dust, more dust, a dead spider, even more dust, and- oh shit, the spider is not dead,” you said, barely holding in a yelp as the arachnid scurries away from you. If you had known the attic would be so unclean, you might not have bothered to come up here. So far your targets had alluded you without giving so much as a hint towards their location. The library had seemed a likely location, but you had heard Daniela’s voice within, and anxiety had sent you dashing away. Up here, in an area clearly used for storage above all else, was the next best guess, as far as you were concerned. Still, you hadn’t seen anything worth your time yet.

Just insects, really. Not even terribly interesting ones. Well, there had been a shiny beetle of some sort, but it had crawled into a crack in the wall mere seconds after you saw it. Other than that, though, nothing but creepy crawlies. Creepy flyers?... Both, for sure. One fly in particular kept buzzing around you, weirdly interested in what you were doing.

Somehow you didn’t understand what that meant until a firm hand had wrapped itself around your neck. The grip was tight, putting more than enough pressure to make your vision blur. Thankfully, or perhaps unfortunately, the culprit didn’t intend to just choke you out. Instead they lift you and toss you aside- casually, at that. You hit the wall with a terrible crashing sound, certain to leave bruises, and narrowly avoid toppling into a stack of heavy crates. So much for enjoying some free time, you think. Stunned for several seconds, you find yourself left helpless as your attacker approaches.

“You’re not allowed to be up here,” a voice snarled, familiar enough to leave you terrified. Of course you had to run into the most violent of the Dimitrescu sisters. “Looking for a way out, hmm? Or are you stupid enough to think we’d leave a weapon where a wretched thing like you could find it?” Cassandra asked, pausing only to send a swift kick your way. A grunt escapes you, leaves you coughing, but it doesn’t hurt as bad as hitting the wall. Despite wanting to curl up and give in, you tried to drag yourself to your feet. Surprisingly, Cassandra makes no move to stop you, perhaps enjoying the sight of you struggling.

“Lady… Daniela… gave me permission,” you said between painful breaths. By the time you’re back on your feet, the vampire before you is watching you with narrowed, albeit curious, eyes. Normally it would take a lot of courage to face her. But you’re exhausted, in pain, and you’ve taken nearly as much hurt from someone who called themselves your lover. It’s not brave to stare down Cassandra, it’s foolhardy. It’s idiotic, really, and yet you find yourself unable to care. “I’m just looking for a couple piano books I’ve been told about, so I can use them to help teach Lady Daniela.”

“Oh? You’re her instructor?” Cassandra asked, a strange smile overtaking her expression. Something in the atmosphere has shifted, dangerously, but you can’t figure out why. Clueless to your self-betrayal, you nod in response. Instantly Cassandra’s smile turns into an open-lipped snarl, and she reaches out to grab you by the shirt, this time slamming you into the wall with her own hands. “Then you’re the reason she kept me up yesterday, crying non stop! I’m going to rip you apart, you vermin.”

The look in her eyes is, most definitely, the scariest thing you had ever seen. It’s feral, inhuman, and unstoppably determined. But when tears fall from your eyes, it’s not because you know you’re about to die. No, it’s because the last thing you think you’ll ever hear is the news that your partner had been sobbing for hours… and that you were the reason why. Your heart aches, both physically and emotionally, as you brace yourself for the bloody end.

Instead, the grip on your clothes loosens. You don’t dare open your eyes to see why.

“What the fuck do you want, sis?” Cassandra asked, sounding like she had turned her head away from you. Before you know it you’ve been let go, and you slide to the ground, too surprised to hold yourself steady. When you look up, you see an irritated Bela pulling Cassandra away from you, whispering something you can’t quite hear. They argue for a minute, under their breath, keen on keeping you out of the loop. Eventually the younger of the two storms away, but not before making a dent in the wall with her fist.

“What a child,” Bela said, rolling her eyes at the display. Then she’s walking back towards you, extending a hand in an offer of assistance (one you gladly accept). “That girl has the foresight of a magic eight ball, I swear. If she had actually killed you… ugh, I can hardly stand to imagine how inconsolable Daniela would become. Then I’d have two insufferable sisters. Regardless, do tell me why you thought it would be a good idea to come up here unaccompanied? It is normally off limits for servants, after all.”

“I-I, well… I mean, firstly thank you for saving me, I had no idea-” Bela holds a finger up in a ‘shut up’ motion, then puts it away as soon as you pause- “right, you don’t care. Look, I was just trying to find the piano books that Lady Dimitrescu mentioned, but I’ve looked all over and I can’t find them, so I should really just go,” you explain, eager to get out of the attic. To your surprise, Bela gives you an odd look before turning away. Then she takes no more than five steps, shifts to the side, and opens an old cabinet. Inside you can see a dozen books of sheet music, notably from several different decades, all worn but still in decent condition. “How did-?... I thought I checked there.”

“Well, you must have been distracted. Nonetheless, you know where they are now, and you owe me twice over. With that in mind… come with me. We have things to discuss,” Bela commanded, walking away before you could protest. All you can do is grab the sheet music, tuck it under one arm, and follow her to who-knows-where.

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“I’ll have to have you make my tea more often,” Bela mused, letting the mug keep her hands warm. The two of you were sitting in some sort of study, a room that you had never been inside before. From what you could tell it belonged solely to the eldest Dimitrescu daughter. Inside were several shelves, each filled with well bookmarked collections, a desk next to a massive window, a couple simple chairs, and a few instrument cases. All in all it was an aesthetically pleasing room, organized but not exactly neat. You could certainly imagine Bela spending entire days in this chamber. “Now, why do you think I brought you here?” Her voice brings your focus back into the present moment, as well as sends a spike of anxiety through you.

“Based on what nearly got me killed earlier… Does it have to do with Daniela crying?” You asked, doing your best to indicate just how bad you felt about the subject. No matter how cruel she could be, you did honestly care about Daniela, and even wanted a real, healthy relationship with her. Desire, or willingness, wasn’t the root of the problem by any means. Something told you that Bela understood this, maybe even respected you for it.

“Guess there’s more in that pretty head of yours than air and symphonies, hmm?” Bela replied, laughing a little as she did. It was a far nicer sound than Cassandra’s maniacal giggling, for sure. “Now, I don’t know all the details about what happened- just that there was an argument, clearly a bad one, and Daniela barely made it through dinner before locking herself in her room. Luckily for you, our mother doesn’t seem to know about your little ‘fight’. She’s not sure what upset Dani, and I doubt my sister would tell her, so your secret is safe. Assuming that I blackmailed Cassandra well enough, that is. Anyway, I can’t help you, and by extension my sister, if I don’t know the full story. In case it wasn’t clear, that’s your cue to start talking.”

You’re surprised, admittedly, by a number of things. But Bela seems impatient, so you go over the details of the previous night with her, occasionally pausing to let her ask questions. The whole time her focus is on you, unwavering. There’s also a noticeable lack of judgement in her expression, even when you voice your regret about how you handled the situation, and what is there seems directed more towards Daniela than yourself. Once you finish, Bela releases a deep sigh. One of her hands goes to rub her forehead as if warding off a migraine.

“Well, I can’t say I’m terribly surprised, as much as I wish I could. Daniela’s always had her head in the clouds, and it’s left her tripping over her own feet more than once. Still, this is certainly one of her bigger messes…” Bela said, shaking her head in disbelief. “I’m going to have to talk to her about this, aren’t I? There’s no way she’s going to process this correctly on her own.” This time she seemed to be talking to herself, gaze locked on her tea as if it might suddenly offer to speak to Daniela in her place. When the tea stayed silent, understandably, she returned her focus to you. “You seemed upset, earlier, about this ridiculous situation. I am going to assume, from that, you are genuinely interested in my dear sister. Normally, this would be the part where I drain you of all blood, and possibly keep your skull as a memento... mori. Yours would look lovely on a window sill, I think.”

She pauses, head tilting a little to the side, clearly evaluating your artistic value.

“However, Daniela appears to care about you, far more than her usual fleeting infatuations. So, for now, I have decided not to eviscerate you, you’re welcome,” Bela cooed, teasingly, enjoying the way you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. Still, you were glad that you would apparently be surviving the day. “So I’m going to give you some advice, which you will take, and you won’t even owe me anything extra for this. Daniela is in love with the mere concept of love- and she has been for as long as I can remember. Romance novels are practically the only books she reads. It’s… embarrassing, truly. More than that, I get the impression that she couldn’t even begin to describe what love actually feels like. She’s digested so much of that written drivel that it warped her senses. Of course, the, ahem, situation we find ourselves in, here at the castle, has undoubtedly added to this effect.

“To get to the point, Daniela’s terribly, hopelessly clueless when it comes to things like what she wants from you. And so I take it upon myself, as her older sibling, to ensure that you understand. Moreso, that you are not dissuaded. If this is an actual chance for her to experience real romance, then it could make her happier than I’ve ever seen her,” Bela explained. The look in her eyes was incredibly soft, to the point where it made you realize just how much this odd little family cared for each other. “Don’t give up, don’t let her occasional infuriating antics push you away. Given enough time… I think the two of you could, I suppose, compliment each other quite nicely. But if you break her heart? I will pull yours from your chest and eat it raw. Understood?” Gulping, you nodded quickly, ignoring the feeling of heat rushing to your cheeks. It was one thing for Bela to want her sister to be happy, but another thing entirely for her to acknowledge your “suitability” for the position. “Good. Now return to whatever it is you maidens normally do. I have a sister to talk sense into.”

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Hours later, you stand alone in a display room, dusting various relics from bygone times. A trophy here, a bizarre art piece there, strange, unlabeled tools you can’t quite imagine are for wine-making. It’s a fascinating collection, really. But your mind is focused on other, far softer things. All you can think about is what Bela had told you, about how Daniela really is interested in you, and how she thought the two of you could make it work. After the chaos earlier in the day, this was exactly what you needed. Just some time to yourself, working quietly, thoughts all to yourself. Even your bruises bother you less, the pain fading out into the background. Considering where you are, though, it is not at all surprising that your peace cannot last. As soon as you finish your task you move towards the exit.

The door swings open, outwards, at your touch, only to reveal a familiar figure reaching for the doorknob. Both of you gasp, taken by surprise, before your gazes meet. Of course it’s Daniela. Who else would you bump into right now?

“I thought about what you said,” she blurts, suddenly, eyes wide and hands shaking. “We need to talk, yeah?”

#daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #cliff hanger oops #had fun writing this one

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volturiwolf · 3 years

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Heavy Cart - Jared Cameron x GN!Reader Imagine

A/N: Hopefully, this is my first imagine of the many with Jared Cameron, 'cause I feel bad that he's so underrated because he's so cute and hot at the same time

A/N 2: This is also my first gender-neutral reader imagine - I hope I write more of them, because, as I identify as a female, I have trouble getting into a man's shoes and how they perceive the world, so I hope I managed to make it an easy read for any male reader

A/N 3: I was inspired to write the story when I went to the supermarket with my mother and I also suffered from moving the cart around

A/N 4: The story takes places in Spring 2021

No. of Words: 2700+

Mentions of: C*vid-19-related issues, Death/loss of a parent, Blood, Mental health issues

(Y/N)’s POV

“(Y/N), please move faster! We won’t have enough time to buy everything!” My mom was edging me once again. She wasn’t usually like this, but today she got her second dose of the Covid-19 vaccine, so she was a little agitated as she was experiencing sharp pain in her arm. I told her it was the fault of the person who injected her; it wasn’t supposed to bleed - they must not have injected her correctly, and the needle pierced her vein badly.

Nevertheless, she was mostly worried she wouldn’t have enough time to shop for everything she wanted. I tried to reassure her that we had enough time to buy everything since the supermarket would close in 4 hours, which I had to remind her was more than enough time. I drove us to the supermarket, as I was the one who was able to drive - my mother had only driven for about a year after she got her driver’s license 15 years ago, and then just gave up.

So, the moment I got my driver’s license, I became my mom’s designated driver, driving her everywhere. Whenever I wasn’t able to drive her somewhere - either because I had school or an extracurricular activity, she would ask one of our neighbors who had cars and would drive to the city anyway. This was our life - it was just my mom and me, ever since my dad passed away, when I was 5 or 6 years old, I don’t really remember; I always tried to forget.

We used to live close to the Reservation, but ever since I left for college, my mom rented a house within walking distance from Forks’ town center, so she could do everything on her own, without getting others into trouble for her. When I graduated last year, we moved back to our old house, which we were renting until then, so my mom could have a steady income, apart from the little money she made working at a local restaurant.

Apart from the scholarship I had received in college, I was also working part-time at a cafe near my college to make extra money. Coming back from college, I thought I would not be able to get a job due to the pandemic, but thankfully a local accounting office was looking for employees, so I sent my resume and after a few interviews, I was hired for the job. I was lucky enough to have amazing employers who were truly understandable and let me work from home 3 times a week. It was a really good job; it paid well, and I was gaining a lot of experience and expertise. It also allowed me to stay close to my mom, and be able to take care of her.

Being just the two of us, we didn’t need too many things, so we would only drive to the supermarket every 3 or 4 weeks. Today was one of those times when we barely had any food at home, so we needed to go and buy groceries. Besides going to work, I was trying to postpone leaving the house as much as I could, so I dreaded every single time we had to go to the supermarket. Wearing masks was annoying, but necessary, and to be honest, I would wear one even if it wasn’t required. I knew that didn’t sit well with my skin, which started flaring up with zits here and there, but I was always a germaphobe anyway, so the pandemic was just what I needed for my mental health to flip out the window.

We arrived rather quickly at the supermarket; thankfully, the parking lot was not as packed as it usually was, though my mom and I still expected it to be filled within the next one or two hours. Surprisingly, the supermarket was quite big for La Push standards, and it was easily comparable with Forks’ supermarkets. The Quileute tribe put a lot of effort, time, and money to create a functional community, and that also included the supermarket. Usually, people from Forks would look down on people from the Rez, but the supermarket was just one of the factors that showed that La Push was just as good as Forks - apart from the fact that we literally were so close to nature and the beach, which people from Forks would often visit.

We put our masks on and took our reusable bags before exiting the car, and locking it behind us. The air around us was chilly, and there were signs of either rain or a storm coming. We quickly entered the supermarket, and I went to grab a shopping cart. There was an unprecedented silence around the store, which was unlike its usual commotion, and I was just thankful for the lack of people around. Usually, by that time, there were so many people around, barely keeping a distance between them, and my anxiety and nerves would reach the roof due to their ignorance for safety.

Moving around, my mom first led me through the kitchenware aisles. She was looking around the glasses aisle, murmuring that she needed to buy new glasses, but the kitchen was too small to fit more glasses, and she didn’t have enough money yet to renovate the kitchen. She had been talking about renovating the kitchen ever since my dad passed away, but she never did - at this point, I didn’t know if it was a money issue, or if the old kitchen reminded her of my dad, and she didn’t want to lose these memories of him. After all, he was the one who built the whole kitchen; who put together all the cabinets and counters; who spent the most time in the kitchen, cooking all the time because he loved cooking for his small family.

Moving around the aisles, we reached the linen, and my mom stopped. She asked me to help her around, because she needed to buy new linen, as most of the ones she currently had were starting to have holes from the extended use. I helped her by grabbing a few different bed sheets from the shelves for her to compare different patterns and qualities. She was quite indecisive between choosing plain sheets or the ones with the flower patterns. I told her I preferred the flower patterns - they looked more beautiful. She silently agreed with me and told me to put one pink flower-patterned set for a king-sized bed in the cart. She went to grab another set of the same pattern for my single bed, but I stopped her, telling her it would be easier to tell them apart in the drawers if they were of different colors. She looked at me like she was lost until she finally understood what I meant, and went on to grab a blue flower-patterned set with her good hand. We then bought similar sets for the pillow covers, before leaving the linen aisle.

We walked around, grabbing whatever my mom told me to get. I raised one eyebrow at her; she usually had a shopping list with her, which I always forced her to write in advance, because, most of the time, we ended up buying things we didn’t need, and filling up the shopping cart way too much. I asked her if she had an actual shopping list with her, and she showed me the paper she took out of her pocket, proud that she had made a shopping list on her own, as I forgot to remind her that day. I laughed at her childlike reaction; it was times like these that reminded me of how happy my mom used to be. I believed that she, indeed, needed all these things that she told me to put in the cart - shampoos, shower gels, styling foam for her hair, rice crisps, sodas, and so many other things that, unfortunately for me, made the cart heavier and harder to move around. The fact that many of the items were on sale did not help my case, as I could barely move the cart around, though my mom was moving around easily, as if she didn’t really feel a pain in her arm, ordering me to keep putting stuff in the cart.

Yet, I continued moving the cart around, dangerously close to colliding with other people and carts, as I was practically chasing my mom around the store, before losing her completely. I was still walking around, pushing the cart, trying to look for her. I had given her my phone before we left the car, as the pants I was wearing today did not have pockets, and I had nowhere to put it; I then thought we would stick together, but I did actually expect her to get lost somewhere inside the store, and leave me wandering around.

Not even five minutes into looking around for my mom, I took a turn on the snacks aisle where I thought I could find her, pushing the cart to follow my orders. Instead, in an effort of pushing it harsher, its weight acted as an accelerating force, spinning around, pulling me with it. And suddenly, the cart stopped with a loud crash, and a young man yelping in pain from the unexpectedly harsh collision. Said man was laying on the floor, sitting on his butt, rubbing his side, eyes closed, and shouting profanities. I was shocked and so embarrassed that I hit someone with my cart. My cheeks were burning, my eyes widened. I quickly ran by his side.

“Oh my God! I’m so, so sorry! I lost control of the cart! I'm so sorry!” As the man did nothing to reply back to me but kept murmuring to himself, I started losing my calm. “I’m so sorry! Can I help you in any way? Make it up to you?”

The man turned to look away from me, clearly angry under his black mask. “Can you stop? I’m clearly in pain, and I cannot listen to you right now!” He sounded upset and angry, and I gulped in fear.

Another man, who looked similar to the man I had hit but was more muscular, came by us, seeing everything that happened. “Come on, Jared. It was clearly an accident. Besides, you didn’t even get a scratch. Stop exasperating!” He then turned to look back at me, his eyes smiling, and waved at me. “Hi, I’m Paul. I’m sorry for my friend’s reaction.”

The man I had hit, Jared, turned his head up to look at his friend. “Are you serious, Paul? They couldn’t even look around…” He suddenly stopped yelling when he turned around to meet my gaze with his one. His eyes widened, and he kept staring at me for a few seconds, not saying a thing.

I thought there was something seriously wrong with him. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay? Have I hurt you in any way? I’m really sorry!” I started panicking, trying to figure out if he was okay, or he had a concussion or something because he still hadn’t spoken a word to me or his friend; he just stared at me, lost in thought.

His friend started laughing for reasons I couldn’t understand. “Oh, man! Oh, man! You got it bad! Welcome to the club! Finally!” He was laughing and clapping his hands at the sight of his speechless friend. I still had no idea what was going on.

“Listen, my mom will probably start looking for me soon. Let me give you my number, just in case anything happens, if you feel dizzy or sick, or if you got a concussion or something. I promise I’ll take care of the medical expenses, should you need anything, okay?” I could probably not afford his medical expenses, but his lost gaze made me feel terribly guilty about what I may have caused to the young man.

“No, no. It’s okay. I’m okay. Don’t worry about it.” He quickly stood up, his eyes smiling, handing me his phone. “But, you can give me your number. You know, just in case I may need anything.”

I smiled under the mask and wrote my number down on his phone. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Come on, we’re gonna get late!” My mom’s voice interrupted us, and I turned around to look at my impatient mom raising her eyebrow, looking at my interaction with Jared.

I sighed. “Coming, mom..” I turned back to Jared, trying to look as apologetic as I could under the mask. “I’m sorry. Got to go now. Goodbye, Jared. Goodbye, Paul.” I said my goodbyes to the two guys before I attempted to turn the incredibly heavy cart around.

“Hey, wait!” Jared stopped me, running towards me. “Let me help you. You know, so you don’t collide with anyone else, and have to give them your number, too.” His eyes were kind and somehow started sparkling when I accepted his help.

I didn’t know how he seemed to easily move the cart around, not struggling for a second. Okay, it wasn’t that I was weak; I was pretty strong for someone who was never into exercising, weightlifting, and such. But Jared seemed extremely strong, and his muscles flexed slightly under his long-sleeved tight shirt when he was pushing my cart around. He caught me staring at him, but didn’t say anything; he was just smiling and laughing quietly. I don’t know why my heart was beating so fast upon hearing his laughter, but his laughter sounded like music to my ears.

My mom seemed to question the two of us under her mask but didn’t say anything else, when I simply told her that I hit Jared with the cart she forced me to fill up with seemingly unnecessary stuff, and now he was offering to help me to save everyone else from any possible collisions. Thankfully, there weren’t many more things my mom needed, so we were done within the next ten minutes.

We went through the cash register fairly quickly, and for, probably, the first time since the pandemic started, we didn’t spend as much money as we did the previous times. Though the cart was extremely heavy, what we bought wasn’t nearly as expensive as the other times, probably because we didn’t buy as many fruits and vegetables, or as much meat as we used to. My mom had recently started growing her own vegetables in our own garden with extreme success, so we only bought what we couldn’t grow.

I expected Jared to get back to Paul after we exited the supermarket, but he followed us, helping me load the bags in the trunk, as my mom could only stand and stare. I just told her to get in the car and make herself comfortable, as Jared was helping me lift the bags off the cart and onto the trunk. He barely let me take a single bag, as he took everything out of the cart, only asking me where I wanted to put the bags. Holy hell, that was so attractive for a man to do, especially for a man like Jared.

After we loaded everything into the car, I closed the trunk, thanking Jared, and went on to get to the driver’s seat and leave. However, Jared stopped me, placing his hand on my arm, not putting any pressure on it; he just touched me enough to get my attention.

“Hey, I was wondering..if you wanted to go out sometime. For a coffee, or lunch, or a movie, whatever you want, really.” He sounded nervous. Was he asking me on a date?

“Sure. I’m free on the weekend when I don’t work. So, just text or call me, and we can go wherever you like.” I smiled at him, hoping he understood the reaction under my mask.

“Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. Thank you.” On the spur of the moment, he leaned forwards, hugging me tightly, before stepping away. “Bye, (Y/N). See you!” He ran away, going back to the supermarket, probably to meet up with Paul.

I was stunned as to what happened right now. My heart was pounding, I was slightly shivering, and I was pretty sure I had the stupidest-looking grin under my mask. I didn’t even register what happened today, but whatever it was, I was too excited; too willing to meet up with Jared once again.

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iwhishtomeetinournextlife · 3 years

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An anonymous lover (part 3)

Summary : Y/N sees Sirius Black running away after a particularly rough letter from his mother. She wants to cheer him up and decide to send him a letter, anymously, she knows how much he hates her house.

Warnings : Slytherin!Reader, female!reader, Sirius and James critisizing Slytherins (and Y/N), not proof read

Word count : 1.9K

Part 1 - Part 2 - You're here - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

English is not my first language, sorry if there is any mistakes

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Y/N had transfiguration class next, it was usually the class were she would sat down next to Lily Evans. The two young women liked each other quite well, they weren’t the closest, each having there own group of friends, but it wasn’t that rare for the two of them to study together, or to talk for hour, saying things they felt they couldn’t tell to the people they were the closest to.

That’s how Y/N found out Lily actually quite liked James Potter, and the rest of the marauders, despite being a bit hard on them. And that’s how Lily found out about some of Y/N’s little secrets, like the chocolate she hides in some classes to snack during lessons or that time she stole back one of her belonging from Finch’s office. Despite being part of his favorite house, the caretaker didn’t liked her much.

When Y/N entered the classroom and greeted her professor, she quickly spoted Lily to sat down with her, her being at their usual stop. But when she was about to put her stuff down, someone else hurried to take the spot. Y/N was about to face the intruder, but her words got stuck in her throat when she saw who it was; Sirius !

“What are doing here, Black ?”, Lily on the other hand, despite being happy to see him again, was not going to let him do what he wants. “What Evans ? Not happy to see me ?”, Sirius did an exagerate pout before throwing an arm around her, “that hurt my feelings, I thought you’d be more caring”

“The sit was already taken !”, Lily tried to push him away, with a hand on his face as he was getting dangerously close. At that, Sirius turned to you, “Oh but you don’t mind, right Y/L/N ?”. Before Y/N was even able to form a thought, McGonagall interrupt them. “If you don’t mind, Miss Y/L/N, I would like to start my class”. She got all red. “Sorry Professor”, she then looked around and sat down at the only seat left, who happen to be right next to James.

Once she was at her seat and Mrs McGonagall started her class, she looked at Sirius and Lily, the black-haired was throwing a big smile at their table, but she was unsure if it was to her as a thank you for the spot –he had stolen-, or to James. Y/N then looked at the boy next to her, a bit confused, shouldn’t it be him trying to sit down next to Lily ? James simply respond with an innocent smile before looking at the whiteboard, to try to pay a bit attention to what the professor was saying.

She looked at Sirius again for a few seconds and smiled to herself, looking at what the professor was writting. She was happy to see Sirius was doing better, was it thanks to her letter ? She blushed at the idea, no, it couldn’t be. Sirius was a strong person, always getting up, he was probably already doing better even before receiving the letter. Maybe he didn’t even got it ! She heard Sirius and Lily talked a bit during class but didn’t think of it to much, he was quite the chatty person, always something to say.

“Shit, can I look at your notes for a sec ? I missed the last bit” James was turned to her, Y/N her eyes widen a little, but then she just chuckled. “Sure” She then turn the paper for him to look; “Th-” but he stop when he looked at it, “wh- How can you read this ?!” he talked a bit too loudly and McGonagall scolded him “Mr Potter quiet !”, “Sorry Professor”.

He turned to her again and talked way more quietly this time, “How can you read this ?”, she smiled and respond with a fake wise man voice “I was there when it was written”, James rolled his eyes and she laught at that, “Here, let me help you”, Y/N told him what was written so he could catch up, he thanked her, the rest of the class went smoothly.

Contrary to what people might think when they found out Y/N loved writing letters, she didn’t actually have much of good handwritting on the daily. When she would send messages, she would take her time, appreciating the moment, but in class ? She had to be quick, write all she could with her own note taking system, if you were able to puzzle out the words it was quite helpful, but only a few people were able to do so.

Even professors had a hard time, it wasn’t as bad as her notes but still could be impossible at moment. Many times have some of them asked her to rewrite the whole essay, one even threaten her to not marked it at all and failed her. After that, she made sure to be just a tad more carring of her homework and tests.

At the end of the period, Y/N calmly put her supplies away, contrary to James who stuffed everything in his bag before joinning Sirius at the door, looking like they were waiting for something. As for Y/N, she went to Lily, they were suppose to study together as class stopped early today –poor Professor Slughorn had a burst of Gargoyle fever-.

“So, do we go to the library ?”, Lily felt a bit embarassed “I’m so sorry Y/N I can’t go today, I have to help Sirius-” she looked over and saw James was there too, she sighed, “-and James with something, is that okay ?”. Y/N’s looked soften, “Of course, there’s no problem ! We could always do that another time”, Lily had a big smile “You’re the best”, Y/N flipped her hair in a faux attempt of looking snob, “I know”, they laughted and then went their separated way after saying goodbye.

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Lily, Sirius and James all went to the boy’s dorm so she could take a look at the letter, so far, it was Sirius’ best shot to know the identity of his mysterious penpal, he really hoped he will be able to find out who it was.

“Take that smug away Potter, I’m only helping Sirius because he insisted a lot”, James simply put his hand in the air in front of him in a sign of peace, “Of course Evans, don’t you put any worries in that pretty head of yours, I had nothing in mind”.

Before Lily could reply, Sirius put his arm around her shoulders, “You’re a saint Evans ! Thanks you for helping me here, you’re my only chance right now to find the one I’m destined to be with !”, Lily rolled her eyes a bit, “If it’s one of your prank I’m going to hex you so hard your kids will feel it”.

The three students entered the dorm and Sirius sat on his bed. “Yeah yeah, of course, it’s not like you had anything better to do anyway”, Lily open her mouth in disbielive “I was suppose to study with Y/N !”, James scoffed, “Yeah, a slytherin, I don’t understand how you can be friend with her !”. Lily rolled her eyes, an habit she did quite a lot around the marauders, “She’s nice, not all slytherin are death eaters”

It was Sirius’ turn to mock her, “ ’might as well be synonym”. Lily hit him with a pillow, “And what would you do if it’s a slytherin your little anonymous lover ? Or Y/N even ?”. James laughed, “With a pig like handwritting like hers, imossible !”, Lily was now red of irritation from the two young men.

“Show me that dang letter so I can be done with you two !”. Sirius growled a bit and gave it to her, while she was reading he thought of the possibility of a slytherin being the one who send the letter and his nose scrunch at the idea. It wasn’t possible, no slytherin would want to cheer someone up, especially not him, or even to say nice things to anyone.

Then he thought of Y/N. Sure, she never did anything wrong to him, she even was nice enough to listen to him rembled with his anecdotes, she even looked like she was actually listening to him, and she was cute, and she smelled like parchment and roses, and her li-... No, that’s not possible. They barely talk together, never would have she known enough of him to write all those nice words, it was purely a polite relationship.

When Lily finished reading she pinched her nose and then sighed, “I’m sorry Sirius, but I don’t know who send you this”

The boy who was previously abstracedly playing with the “kiss”, jumped out of his bed in one motion to her friend. “What do you mean you don’t know ?? You’re their friend !”. Lily put a hand on his shoulder, “Listen, I didn’t recognize the handwriting, I don’t know anyone who can make drawing moves and the things said are not a secret to any of my friends, I’m sorry”.

Sirius let out a loud growl, throwing his head back, James sympathetically tapping his shoulder. He had such a pityful puppy face, Lily felt bad. This letter was full of love, no denying that, and clearly Sirius wanted to find the one who sended it. “Look, I can give you a list of the friends I talked to the most, that might help narrow it down and I would try to get information, alright ?”

Sirius’ face lighted up and he took Lily and James in a big bear hugs, “Thanks Evans, you really are a saint !”, Lily laught a bit “You already said that”. Sirius winked at her, “We should start with those who write with colored ink maybe ? There shoudn’t be that much people”. James shook his head, ”You don’t remember ? It’s actually very popular, so much, Minnie had to precise light colored ink were prohibited to use on tests and homeworks because some idiots started to use yellow ink”. Sirius had a bit grin on his face, “Then I guess we better get started, Prongs”

And that’s how mission “Anonymous lover” started, the marauders would try to gather information on Lily’s friends, on who might have or might have not write the letter, but they quickly found out none of her close friend had anything to do with it.

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The rumors of Sirius searching for a mysterious penpal didn’t took long to reached Y/N. She was a bit shocked, why would he wants to meet her ? She didn’t thought he would tried to find her, she didn’t know what to do, she didn’t want him to be desappointed to found out it’s her. She had talked of it to noone, and she hoped that for now, there were no way to find her, she wanted to think about it for a bit on her own.

After debating with herself for a few day, she decided to have a bit of fun with it, watching Sirius looking for her at the complete wrong place was quite entertaining, and she wanted to try to have a chance to have Sirius to get to know her without the prejudice of her house on the way.

That night, she decided to write, and before classes the next day, she gave the letter to an owl, who would send it at lunch with the other owls. She couldn’t wait to see his face.

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mimento-more · 3 years

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Bucky Barnes x Reader – The day that I ruined your life.

(sorry for any mistake, english is not my first language. Gif not mine)

TRIGGERS: mentions of blood, character death, violance.

TYPE: angst.

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“So James tell me, have you had any nightmares recently?” the therapist asked him like every week.

Of course he had nightmares, he killed so many people when he was the Winter Soldier, the feeling of guilt never left him. But recently he had been feeling worst than any other week. Three days from that day will be the anniversary of the death of his soulmate, his beloved, his best friend and unfortunately, his victim too.

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Five years ago…

“Come ‘on Bucky don’t be an asshole, give me that back.” said the girl to the ex sergeant.

“Take it yourself. Oh wait… you seem a little too short to grab it.” Bucky said laughing hard. He and y/n would always do things like that, they annoyed each other so much that the Avengers almost hated them both.

“James Barnes if you don’t give me back my phone I swear-“ she was cut off by Jarvis.

“Agent Barnes, Agent l/n, you have an incoming call from Nick Fury.”

“Agent Barnes, Agent l/n, I need your help, since the Avengers are away. We have found a secret H.Y.D.R.A. base and it seems that they are trying to create a new Winter Soldier. This base is situated in Siberia. I’m sending you an Alicaner to get you there. Don’t fuck it up, we can’t afford to let them finish their project.”

y/n gave a look at Bucky. She knew this would be hard for him even after all the therapy with the Avengers and their newfound friendship. That place would be for sure the base that created the first and only Winter Soldier, a twisted version of Bucky that he hated and hoped to bury deep down in him even though sometimes it tried to show up and kill everyone in the room.

The girl took Bucky’s hand and tried to reassure him that the mission will go well and that she will protect him from that evil monster that was H.Y.D.RA.

Bucky knew very well that when y/n said those kinds of words she will keep them but he was really scared to turn back to the old himself, after all those 3 damned words kinda worked on him even now. He tried not to think about it and simply hugged the h/c woman. He hugged her so hard that she was out of breath shortly and had to say his name to stop him. They laughed one last time before heading to the plane.

After a a few hours they were in the freezing cold Siberia and the only thing left was to head to the not-so-secret-anymore base. Bucky and y/n had to come up with a plan quick if they didn’t want to be caught; after a while they decided to sneak in and to separate to look for information’s on the new type of super soldier and try to destroy them.

y/n was pretty athletic so she sneaked in easily but for Bucky it was a bit more difficult. The only thing he could do was to surrend himself and hope they would take him back.

y/n found a room that was dark and the only light source was very poor which turned in her favour so she could stay hidden in the shadows and source up things. When almost all hope were lost she found a fil folder that contained a bounce of paper sheets. She read them and what she found was terrifying to her…

Bucky’s acting was never the best but fortunately the secret society believed him or so he thought.

The moment they took him into a room he saw a face he wished to never see again, Zemo was there standing with the Winter Soldier book in his hands.

Bucky was right about fearing the worst when him and y/n were called on this mission.

“it’s nice to meet you again, old friend.” Zemo greeted him with a sly smile.

“I’m not your friend, Zemo.” Said Bucky with stone cold voice.

“we know why you’re here, oh wait let me correct myself, why you and that girl are here” said the man. Bucky felt a shiver down his spine. They knew everything from the start: the base, Fury this time didn’t think ahead, he and y/n have fallen into a trap.

“well now that you’re here why don’t we catch on the old times? I remember you screaming so loud that it was like music to my ears. Boys take him here.” He ordered the two guys that were behind Bucky. The ex sergeant fought them but he felt a sting in his right arm, one of the soldier injected him with something that made his vison go black.

y/n watched those files again and again but she still couldn’t believe that was nothing in them; Bucky and her have fallen into a trap. How could have she even thought that this mission would be that simple? She felt stupid, she was naïve but a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent couldn’t afford to be naïve or they would die.

While she was scolding herself, she didn’t capture the sound of someone walking in but when she felt someone grabbing her she was quick to neutralizing them. The woman run away from that room but going back to the main corridor would have mean a certain death. She quickly scanned the alleyway and saw a small door. “it’s the only way out of here, come ‘on y/n you can do it.” She reassured herself even though she was claustrophobic.

Crawling her way out she then arrived at the entrance and surprisingly enough Bucky was there.

“Buc we have to go, it’s a trap” she told him but as soon as she finished to talk a hand grabbed her buy the neck and smashed her to the nearest wall. The air was leaving her lungs quickly as she tried to grab Bucky’s metal arm to stop that torture but his grip was too strong and she almost blanked out. Then her throat was released but a punch hit her stomach hard then in the face multiple times, now she was a bloody mess.

The Winter Soldier was back.

Bucky was following the orders, killing the spy. He was back to his evil origins but he couldn’t fight against an order not when Zemo said those russian words that made him swap back. He liked that feeling: the power, the violence but at the same time the good side of him knew this was bad. All he could ear was his punches hitting skin and felt blood on his armored arm but then he heard a mumble.

“Please stop.” That voice was familiar but he couldn’t grab on it. He continued punching the spy until there was silence. The small whimpers stopped and that could mean only one thing: the spy was dead and his mission was accomplished.

“B-b-buc, I love you.” She said with her last breath.

That 4 words snapped the Winter Soldier out of that foggy mess that was his head and let return Bucky Barnes at the reality. What he saw was horrifying: blood everywhere, blood on his hands and then he looked at what once was his best friend now laying in a pool of blood with eyes shut open and cold as ice. Bucky kneeled down to grab her lifeless body and hugged it one last time. Tears were falling down his face without him even realizing. The pain, the grief, the guilt, he felt everything.

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Today…

“James, can you answer my question?” the therapist asked once again.

“No, no I don’t.” he answered with a small forced smile.

He remembers that day as the day that he ruined her life.

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vad-hander · 3 years

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JAEBEOM, THE GUY FROM THE BAR

Pairing: Jaebeom x reader

Genre: Series | Eventual Smut | Angst | Fluff

Warnings: break up, cheating, strangers to lovers, mentions of drinking

Words: 3.3k

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

You opened your eyes in fear. Your head was about to break in pieces and it took you forever to work out where you woke up.

It was your bedroom. At least you woke up in your bed, you thought happily. You tried to sit up, feeling as if your head weighed thousand kilograms. You looked around trying to remember how you got home, pointing out as well that you felt completely fine except for the headache, just in case anything could’ve happened to you physically.

Jaebeom, you remembered that you were with him last night. You gasped, lifting your blanket off your body to check what you were wearing. A shirt.

You tried hard to remember if you changed clothes yourself, doubting it highly. He probably did it for you. Did he see you naked? You felt the heat of embarrassment on your cheeks. What if he didn’t leave and is in the living room now…?

You tried to stand up, noticing a piece of paper on the table. Reaching out to grab it, you read “drink water and take the pill, I’m sure you’re dying from hangover right now. ;)” your eyes moved lower to the corner of the paper “p.s. I closed my eyes when you changed clothes, I promise.” you chuckled and grabbed your head in pain right after. You took the pill, gulping the water hungrily. You plopped your body on the bed, grabbing your phone to scroll mindlessly. Your fingers automatically found contacts, scrolling through the phone numbers you had, pausing on the letter J, seeing how Jaebeom saved himself as “Jaebeom, the guy from the bar”. You opened the chat box , thinking what possibly you could text him. Should you even text him first? Your fingers automatically typed “thanks for getting me home.”, deleting it right after. “hi, it’s y/n, thank you for taking care of me.” you typed another message, thinking for a few seconds if you should send it. Quickly exiting the chat, you lowered your eyes on the letter J noticing “Jeno👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻”. Your fingers quickly opened the chat with him, feeling the fear of seeing whatever message from him. But the chat was empty. The last message was sent by you and you felt even worse now noticing how it was read after you caught him cheat “Jenoyah, babyyyyy, happy birthday my love. I’m so happy to have you in my life and I wish you all the best because this is what you’re deserving. Can’t wait to see you and cuddle you to death, birthday boy <3”. He didn’t even try to reach out to you, he didn’t even try to apologise. You threw the phone to the bedside table, turning on the bed to hug your pillow and hide your face in it. You shut your eyes, feeling like tears could flood your pillow any second. Jeno is a cheater, what if he cheated before? Now you weren’t sure he didn’t do it before. Jeno didn’t even regret it. He didn’t try to contact your or explain anything to you. He just disappeared and now you had to pretend he never existed.

You rested your body against the mattress of your bed, suddenly getting a flashback.

/You moved your face closer to his, losing the balance and dropping your palms onto his thighs. Jaebeom’s arms caught you by wrists right before you smashed your face against his.

“I think you’re a bit too drunk now.” he chuckled, helping you back into the stool.

“Isn’t it a great day to get drunk?” you smiled wildly.

“It’s a Saturday, just a normal Saturday, at least the last time I checked.” he spoke to you seriously, covering your drink with his palm when you tried to grab it.

“I guess you checked too many hours ago. Today we’re celebrating my sudden freedom, fun, right?” you giggled hysterically. “A great day to be thriving, I was dedicated and loyal this whole time. Turns out it’s a waste? I could’ve slept around even while I was in a relationship, turns out it didn’t matter.” you spoke into nowhere, focusing your gaze on the wall of bottles. “I really wish I knew so I didn’t feel too hurt and too surprised right now. Do you know that it actually hurts? Do you know how much it actually hurts?” you turned back to Jaebeom, finding his beautiful brown eyes with yours. He blinked, blinked multiple times and kept quiet. You felt as if he gave you a chance to speak, a chance to get everything off your chest and he was the only person you could talk to right now and you felt thankful in the deepest sober part of you, you were endlessly thankful to Jaebeom. “Am I this useless? I met Jeno three years ago through a friend and he immediately became someone I always wanted to have in my life, someone I’d like to travel the world with, someone I’d die for and I was ready to die when he straight up ignored me for three years. First he was acting like I never existed, like no girl existed and I asked everyone around if he had a girlfriend but he didn’t. And I guessed it just wasn’t the time for him, I patiently waited and we became friends, we became close. We were so close he even asked me to get him with my friend, and I did because I could never say no to him. But they never fit, I knew they wouldn’t, maybe that’s why I was too keen for it, I hoped he’d see that we actually fit. And when they broke up in three months he came to me. I thought he came to talk, to maybe I don’t know what I thought. But he just asked for another friends phone number and then I just broke down in front of him. I told him that he’s mean and blind, that he asked me for all those things when I liked him so much and even loved him by then, and showed him all of it the whole time. And you know what happened?” you asked him feeling the tears in your eyes. You wanted him to answer this time, and he felt it, speaking.

“You began dating?” he cleared his throat before speaking. You nodded and pursed your lips.

“We did, he apologised so many times, he said he never thought I’d like him like that, he said sorry so many times I couldn’t believe this was even happening in real life. He stayed the night, and then the other, and he stayed all the nights there were, and days too, we’ve spent every day together. In a month he said we should tell everyone we’re together, I thought I was in heaven. He treated me nicely, he treated me the way I wanted him to, but to be fair I had nothing really to compare him to. But I waited for so long maybe I was blinded by it to see signals?” you chuckled and your eyes noticed that his hand let go of the glass, and you grabbed it, quickly taking a sip. “In five months I was barely seeing him, he just began disappearing, constantly, I’d only see him twice a week, I was scared and I told him I am, but he apologised again, and said he just got busy with life. From then up until today we were seeing each other regularly, yes, sometimes like the night you saw me for the first time… but we’d come home and he’d tell me I’m the one… and that mattered to me, and I guess it shouldn’t have. Because even with spending time with me he found time to cheat…” you gripped onto the glass. You looked Jaebeom deeper in the eyes, seeing sympathy, compassion? “Why am I giving a speech to you?” you chuckled suddenly trying to switch your mood in a click. “I’m sorry I’m like that.” you wiped the tear.

“It’s okay, we all need to get things off our chest sometimes, and I was the one who told you to do it. You needed it, I hope you’re a little bit better.” his fingers found the back of your palm, caressing lightly. Both his and yours eyes fell to where your hands met, raising back up to look at each other.

His burning touch and even more burning gaze made you want to do questionable things. Things you weren’t able to allow yourself to do yet in the morning. The movement of his fingers made your insides tickle and you slid off the chair you were sitting on. You felt your body get excited when you turned your hands around, laying your palm on top of his. The heat rushed over your body and you were scared he’d notice you turn red if you’ll get any closer. The amount of alcohol you consumed was the only thing that kept you from getting a stroke when your fingers ran up his hand, feeling up his soft and warm skin. Your eyes traced your fingers because you were too scared to see Jaebeom’s reaction, not feeling him move or tense up. It felt as if he froze. When your hand got to his biceps you wrapped your hand around it, finally lifting your eyes to meet his, that immediately moved to meet yours. He turned his body towards you, spreading his legs more for you to stand between them. You moved your hand even higher, feeling your fingers get under the shirt and having to let go of him for a second to rest your hand on his shoulder. You felt your heart beat in your ears, only thinking how he said he liked you. Maybe it was your turn to take chances? Not wait and sulk until someone picked your hopeless self, but to take your life in your hands, be wild, bold, young and alive? Jaebeom suddenly laid his palm on your waist, pulling you in closer between his legs, forcing you to hook your hand around his neck. His other hand found your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. His eyes burned into yours and it felt like you stopped breathing at all. You leaned in but stopped, being too scared even though you had nothing to regret or be afraid of. “Do you like me as a friend or as a woman?” you didn’t find anything better to ask before you’d embarrass yourself.

“I like you as a person.” his fingers moved to your hair, brushing it behind your ear.

“What is that supposed to mean?” you replied before you could think.

“What do you want this to mean?” you felt his fingers run down to your neck, caressing it lightly. If this didn’t mean he liked you what did it mean at all.

“Kiss me.” you said baldly, watching his reaction. His eyes smiled with satisfaction, and he pulled you in closer, leaving only 2 centimetres between you. Your second hand wrapped around his neck too, and the electricity between you two made it impossible for you to keep yourself on your feet. Your mind focused on him only, you could not hear or see anything around you except for Jaebeom. He lingered, running his eyes all over your face, stroking your hair. Finally, he got closer and you shut your eyes in anticipation. You could smell him close to you, unconsciously brushing your fingers trough his hair. You felt him leave a warm kiss on your cheek and move away. You opened your eyes and your first intention was to smile, but then reality hit you and embarrassment took over you. You were wrong yet again in reading signals. He didn’t mean it and he was just kind to not reject you completely. You felt tears form in the back of your eyes in a span of a second, pulling your hands in swift motion from him.

“I’m sorry.” you mumbled and felt your face get red. “I’m too dumb.”

“No, no, don’t run away.” he protested, grabbing your hands and clipping you between his legs.

“You don’t have to make excuses, I’m okay.” you chuckled pitying yourself once more.

“It’s not that, I’m not making excuses, you just broke up with your boyfriend, you’re trying to make me someone you’ll regret sleeping with when you’ll get sober, and the last thing I want is our relationship to die like it was a stupid drunk hook up.” his hand got back to your cheek, and he pulled you in, forcing your drunken body to fall against him and hug him. “Let me take you home, you’re too drunk, I’m scared you’ll pass out soon or will do something silly. What if you’ll try to kiss someone else instead of me?” he chuckled and you felt his fresh breath on your face. Did he not drink at all? You wondered. “I don’t think that someone will hold back, I’ll get jealous and will fight.” he moved his face closer to yours again, making you think he’d kiss you. “Let’s go home.” he just whispered.

“I’m not drunk.” he chuckled and nodded “I’m serious. You can kiss me if you want to, I won’t regret, I swear.” you might’ve sounded a bit too desperate but you were drunk and you could’ve just told him it was alcohol if he’d reject. You really were as desperate as you sounded by now, feeling no shame only knowing if he’d let you go to bed like that you’d lose hope in yourself completely. “I won’t go anywhere without that.” you brushed your hair off your collarbone. Jaebeom laughed loudly at that.

“Because you won’t remember?”

“No, because I’ll have written confirmation I won’t be able to brush aside.”

“You’re carrying paper with you for such instances?”

“No, but I have a pen.” you painted with your finger, reaching out into your bag and taking few seconds to find it. “Here!” you showed it to him.

“Okay, and what and where are you going to write?” his eyes sweetly looked at you and your insides did a flip. His fingers moved on your waist, while his other hand got back to your neck. You looked around, trying to find a piece of paper.

“Here.” you grabbed Jaebeom’s hand by fingers, laying it on the bar and running your fingers through inner side of his lower arm.

“My arm?”

“Your arm.” you nodded.

“What are you going to write?” he chuckled.

“This.” you sighed, beginning to draw words letter by letter on his arm.

“I, Y/n, want Jaebeom to kiss me, sober or drunk.” he read out loud when you finished.

“Want a sign or is it eligible enough?” you lifted your eyes at him.

“Eligible enough.” he chuckled and grabbed your face in his hands. “Are you normally this cute or am I able to enjoy your cuteness only because I never met you sober?” both of his hands were drawing small circles with his thumbs on your cheeks. Your eyes trembled because of his touch, almost closing when his finger ran over your lower lip. Your hands wrapped around his neck and you felt him push you in and lay his lips on top of yours softly. He didn’t move for a second, slowly moving his mouth against yours in a moment, not pushing or pacing, just making your heart beat out of your chest. His tongue slipped into your mouth when you opened it inviting him, and a low groan left your throat accidentally, letting him know you enjoyed it very much. You weren’t planning on being too open about it, but the drunken state of you broke your plans and he pulled you in closer, wrapping his hands tighter around you. You tried to run your hand down his chest, to wrap it around his body, but Jaebeom made it impossible with the way he held you. Your tongues moved in unison until he pulled back, pecking and licking your mouth multiple times before finally letting go. You held in a disappointed moan, killing the will to hug him once again as well./

You did what? No, you didn’t. You sat up immediately. You grabbed your phone, not knowing if calling him would look as if you were pushing boundaries and asking for more? We’re you in position to do any of that or were you meant to wait until he’ll text you first? You pushed the phone back off, hiding your face in your pillow. You groaned loudly in disbelief. You wrote on his arm that you wanted him to kiss you. Were you out of your mind when you wrote that? Oh, you definitely were, after all those drinks you definitely were out of this world. Your fingers ran over your lips, reminiscing on how his lips felt on yours. It felt nice, but you couldn’t remember for sure. And now, the only thing you wanted is to kiss him once again when you’re sober to remember it vividly./

Your phone made a sound taking you back to reality.

from: Jaebeom, the guy from the bar

“I hope you took the pill and feel better.”

“hi”

You read, sighing loudly. He texted you in the morning… that’s o positive sign, right? It definitely is, you quickly opened the chat, texting him back.

“hi!”

“I did”

“thank you for the pill, and for everything you did too”

“really”

You texted him back quickly, seeing him reading it immediately.

from: Jaebeom, the guy from the bar

“You replied”

“good”

“So you really don’t have any regrets”

“Or don’t remember a thing”

“ㅋㅋㅋ”

So he did remember, you should’ve guessed he did, but you couldn’t remember how he got you home.

“yeah…”

from: Jaebeom, the guy from the bar

“I took a picture of your message in case you forgot.”

“Want to see?”

to: Jaebeom, the guy from the bar

“no, thank you.”

“how did I got home?”

from: Jaebeom, the guy from the bar

“do you want to see me?”

“with me, I drove you.”

“I thought you guessed that by my note.”

to: Jaebeom, the guy from the bar

“I did, I just thought you ordered a taxi.”

you only replied.

from: Jaebeom, the guy from the bar

“so you do see me as a mistake?”

to: Jaebeom, the guy from the bar

“no, no, I told you I won’t regret”

“I liked it”

“I mean, hanging with you.”

“I liked your company.”

from: Jaebeom, the guy from the bar

“I liked kissing you too.”

You choked on air.

“let’s meet tomorrow?”

“I want to see you sober.”

“tell me what time you’re free.”

You didn’t read his messages, taking some time to process his words.

“don’t ignore me, I know where you live. You even told me the code. I’ll find you and will make you go eat with me.”

to: Jaebeom, the guy from the bar

“sorry”

“aren’t you working tomorrow?” suddenly you realised you didn’t know if he works, how old is he, what is he even doing in life.

from: Jaebeom, the guy from the bar

“I’m on freelance, I can find time for you.”

to: Jaebeom, the guy from the bar

“I’ll text you in the morning, okay?”

from: Jaebeom, the guy from the bar

“Can’t wait to hear from you.”

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lilacmeadows · 3 years

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Made For You pt.3

I’m so sorry for the late post guys! I had the most hectic work load today. I’m taking too many goddamn classes this semester. ANYWAY here is my filthy part 3. I mean... they still haven’t fucked, but we’re getting there. I think this can be wrapped in a nice little 4 part bow, but I also kinda want 10 chapters of them together because I’m a slut for this dynamic. This is my FIRST TIME writing smut! So go easy on me. Thank you so much for reading! - Savvy

BUCKY X READER

Summary: Hydra had just finished training you to be the Winter Soldier’s perfect mate when the Avengers saved him. But what’s going to happen to you now that Hydra has deleted your old life and left you with nothing but a soldier that needs to learn to love himself before he can love someone else.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, explicit language, underage reader (nothing sexual happens underage), stockholm syndrome, mentions of family death, eventual dom/sub dynamics, mentions of captivity and kidnapping. violence- guns, mutual pining, SMUT, ORAL (m receiving), FLUFF, angst if you squint (must be 18+)

Word Count: 2300

It was a short ride to the compound, and y/n had a hard time keeping up with the fast walking team as they tried to explain little things along the way.

She hadn’t been outside in a decade. The grass was green and warm where it met her bare feet as she walked behind Sam and Steve. The rest of the team immediately left the quinjet, seeking the comfort of their showers and beds. Bucky was the last to leave, not feeling right about just disappearing from her, but keeping his distance.

Y/n was still so heartbroken. Hearing about her family’s death had really stung, and she knew if she dwelled on it, she’d cry about it for days. But all she really had time to be sad about was how cold her Soldat was towards her. It seemed very much like he didn’t want her around him.

Steve and Sam brought y/n inside the residential wing of the compound. They toured the common areas, kitchen, and showed her where everyone’s bedroom was. They finally got to a guest bedroom down the hall from Natasha, and left her to get cleaned up and comfortable.

Y/n looked around her new bedroom. It was barely decorated, but she had to admit, it was still much nicer than her room with the Men. She sat her yarn and needles down on a table and sat on the large bed. Her body instantly sank into it, the plush comforter conforming to her body in a way the single sheet never did on the twin bed she slept on.

But she couldn’t enjoy her new favorite place in the world for long because not 3 minutes later, she heard a soft knock at her door. She opened it, and much to her surprise, Bucky was standing there, with 2 pairs of sweatpants, and 3 t shirts in his arms.

“I figured you’d want some fresh clothes after you’re clean.” He said sheepishly, not making eye contact with her. “You can ask Nat about undergarments.”

That made her giggle the tiniest bit. “I’m not allowed to wear any undergarments.” But he should know that. She was trained to do things to please him, so wouldn’t he like her to not have on obstructing materials?

“Oh. Well, umm… you can now… If you want to. It’s up to you.” She could see the blush rise up his neck, coloring the bits of his face that weren’t blanketed by hair. She took in his attire. He obviously changed out of his tactical mission gear, in favor of the sweatpants he wore that looked almost identical to the ones in his arms. He also appeared to be freshly showered, his hair still damp, and if she looked close enough, she could see little wet patches on his shirt from where he didn’t dry himself completely.

“Are these your clothes?” She asked, taking the bundle from his arms and opening her door wider so he could enter her room.

“Yeah, Steve went a little overboard on the shopping when I first got here. They’ll be a little big, but the pants have a drawstring, so it should work for now. Until you get something better.” He stood awkwardly in the middle of his room.

Y/n didn’t know what possessed her to put the sweatpants up to her face and inhale deeply. She just felt a primal urge to know what he smelled like. Gunpowder, wood, and something naturally male- Bucky. She couldn’t stop the moan low in her throat.

Bucky watched her as she did that. He felt his pants tighten just at the thought of her in his clothes, and the way she just smelled his pants and let out that sound of satisfaction, made him want to take her right there.

“Thank you, sir.” Y/n replied. Fully engulfed in her embarrassment.

“Y/n, you really don’t need to call me that. I’m just Bucky.” He reminded her. Honestly, he loved when she called him Sir- the authority it gave him, but it made an unholy amount of blood flow directly to his cock and he couldn’t think as clearly. Especially when she looked up at him with those innocent eyes.

“Okay, Bucky.” She said, trying the name out on her tongue. He liked the way she said it. “If that makes you happy.” She risked a step closer to him.

“You need to do what makes you happy.” He took an equally measured step back, knowing he was close to giving in to her temptation.

“I’m working on it, Bucky. But I need your permission. I just wanna be good for you.” She said, quickly taking 3 more steps until she was about 6 inches from his face.

“This isn’t right, Y/n. You don’t know what you’re doing or why you’re doing it. Hydra wanted this. You don’t have to belong to me.” She craned her neck up to be closer to his lips, but he was determined to reason with her before he does something he can’t take back.

“But I want to belong to you. I thought about you every day for 10 years years, Bucky. And I hadn’t even seen you.” Bucky tilted his head down ever so slightly, their lips were just shy of touching. “Let me be good for you, Bucky. Let me make you happy.” She repeated.

“Okay.” Was all he said. He expected their lips to touch then, but she was already down in her knees. None of her videos showed passionate kissing. She wanted to please him in the way she read about in her studies.

On her knees, Y/n was able to see the thick outline of his erect cock very easily, and couldn’t stop the involuntary moan. Just as she did with his other sweatpants, Y/n pressed her face against the bulge and inhaled deeply. Between the smell that was just so him, and the warmth of his clothed cock rubbing on her face, she was starting to go feral for the man standing in front of her in complete shock.

Bucky hadn’t been with a woman since before the war, and they definitely weren’t like this. He watched as she was damn near purring while she rubbed her face on him. She reminded him of a kitten, the way she open-mouthed kissed the line of his cock through his sweatpants. Then she pulled them down, and he felt her wet tongue roll around the fat tip.

“Shit, Y/n, you don’t have to do this.”

“Do you want me to stop, Sir?” She said, taking another lick from base to tip.

“God no. Fuck.” he groaned as she started put his balls in her mouth and sucked, hard. “But if you keep working me like that this is definitely gonna stop.”

She moaned hearing him fall apart above him- finally fulfilling her destiny. Making her Soldat happy.

“Fuck, Babydoll, you’re so good at this. Where the fuck did you learn this?” He asked, more to himself than to her, seeing as she started bobbing and swiveling her head. He wanted to put his hands in her hair, but ultimately decided not too. If he was gonna let this happen, it had to be at her pace.

She had never seen a cock in person but she knew he must be above average, her tongue counting 3 thick veins running up the sides and bottom of it. Trying to remember everything she saw the women in the videos doing and all the descriptions she read in the erotic literature, she hollowed her mouth around him and flattened her tongue against the underside of his cock.

“Fucking hell, Babydoll you’re doing so well for me. Y/n, shit.” She felt his cock touch the back of her throat and gagged around the intrusion. Spit mixed with precum rolling down her chin. When she looked up at him, her big eyes meeting his, he lost it. She could feel his cock harden just a little bit more, and his balls tightened, right before he released his heavy load into her throat. She backed up a little so it wouldn’t go straight down, she wanted to feel him on her tongue and taste him. Once she was sure she got every drop, she sat back on her heels and looked up at him. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue a little so he could see his cum sitting on it before she swallowed it all with a soft moan.

“Did I do good, Sir?” She said, still sitting in front of him, his cock softening in her face as she watched the anatomy work in fascination. She reached her hand out to touch it, really appreciating the feel and warmth of his skin. He groaned loudly at the overstimulation and the sound of her normally smooth voice, now rough from the number she did on him.

“Fuck, Y/n, you did so good, Babydoll. You’re such a good girl.”

And in that moment he felt like he could pass out. He wanted to vomit because he looked down at her face and saw the innocence still in her eyes. Good girl. He remembered saying those words to her before. So long ago. He saw a flash of a memory of rubbing a little girl’s head before knocking her out. Carrying her to her house and tucking her in her bed, before stroking her face one last time and leaving. He remembered how Hydra fried him so hard after that mission, they were afraid they killed him. She looked different, older, but it was the same eyes. Definitely her. And there that same girl was, on her knees for him, and just gave him the best blowjob of his life.

He tucked himself back into his sweatpants. Part of him wanted to run away. He was ashamed of himself. He knew that he should have turned her down and left before anything could happen. He took advantage of her. But he also knew that if he just left now with no explanation, he would be an even bigger asshole. Times like that made him miss the simplicity of not having control over his life.

“Y/n, you did such a good job for me.” He stood her up, pulling her in for a bone crushing hug. This confused her, because she never saw the aftermath in her videos. It was always brutal and then the woman was just left there. But he was so gentle with her as he tenderly stroked her hair and lowered his lips to hers for a kiss.

It was the absolute least he could do. He wanted to kiss her- he wanted to reciprocate and make her see stars, but his mind was racing. Debating if it was a good time to tell her about their previous encounter, wondering if she remembered him and was acting, or if she had no idea that he’s the reason she was kidnapped. And even though he didn’t kill them, the reason her family is dead. Selfishly, he decided that it would be best if he told her another time. He hadn’t experienced intimacy like this in so long, and Y/n’s lips felt amazing on his.

He finally broke the kiss to give her air, knowing she doesn’t have the lung capacity he has. “Do you want to have dinner with me?” He asked, not wanting to rush her into anything else. He knew he’d be going to hell for it, but he needed to be around her.

“I would love to, Sir.” She said with the biggest smile her face could muster. He swore he’d never get tired of seeing that smile. Feeling her tits press against his chest through the thin cotton layers of both of their clothes. Hearing how she moaned just a little when he stroked her jaw. He could feel his brain going fuzzy from just the intoxicating proximity of their embrace as they hugged, swaying slightly and exchanging sweet kisses in between longing looks.

“Call me, Bucky.” He gently reminded her. For his sake, really- his self control couldn’t handle her constant submissive nature. “I’m gonna let you take that shower, and in the meantime, I’ll go order some take out. Do you like chinese?” He asked, putting some distance between them, to prevent her from noticing how he was getting hard all over again and dropping to her knees for round two.

“Chinese people? I don’t know any, but I’m sure they’re lovely.” She replied, a little confused by his strange question.

Part of him liked that he wasn’t the most clueless person in the compound anymore. When it came to texting and pop culture, he was useless, but Y/n was held in captivity. She didn’t have takeout, or dinner dates, or freedom to shower with nobody watching her. He would be able to teach her those things, and he liked that. Someone needing him for more than violence. Someone to take care of.

“I’ll just go order the food. I’ll be back soon, Babydoll. There should be shampoo and conditioner in the shower with towels and all types of other stuff. Just look around a bit.” He said before he walked out of her room. She had never experienced moisture between her thighs like she was in that moment, so a shower was probably a good idea.

Part 4

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venusinwalls · 3 years

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LT2 THEORY: about walls era, meaning of 369 changes in the smiley face, inspiration and references to "2001: a space Odyssey" all are things that went unnoticed, and all with quite a bit of spoilers;

I am going to explain what the film is and why Louis and Charlie were very inspired by it as they said and it serves a lot to understand the changes in everything else

- The first thing is to see the references and for that it is important to return to "walls video" and what perhaps seemed insignificant to us but has many parallels what we see today, so here the spoilers begin. The film addresses topics such as human evolution, technology, artificial intelligence and extraterrestrial life, it is characterized by the surreal and psychedelic as well as being a precursor in its branch and which has a lot of backgrounds with a philosophical touch something iconic for the time.

— escene one: "The dawn of man": the film begins in the desert where a group of animals begin the process of evolution and adaptation when they find a Euler brick or orthohedral block (monolith) that leads to portals and ok but it is quite significant not?

— Escene 2 : rumors of an epidemic make a group of scientists meet and embark on a journey under the surface of the Moon, to 5 astronauts where they find another "monolith" identical to the 1st, the problem here is that it is a suicide mission and none survive match two.

I can't believe how Louis made that reference and we didn't see it ok let's continue, the cause of death of the 5 are the sounds emitted by the monolith and their non-alignment with the elements and here there are references to Nietzsche and the "super man "

— Escene 3: "Mission to Jupiter" where there are 6 crew members: 3 in hibernation 1 artificial intelligence machine and 2 the protagonists: David and Frank and here comes the 3 parallelism of Louis on the dance floor with the movie ship.

In this new mission, both protagonists are not informed about what they are going to and their life on the ship is monotonous, even between the two they become friends and from loneliness they begin to talk with the artificial machine (HAL) all right until they both suspect that something bad is going to happen.

david and frank decide to talk secretly about HAL (the machine) which, in addition to being an artificial machine, fulfills the function of panopticon and well ... This is the crucial part and the link to the whole story because here it begins a before and after in the movie and oh coincidence panoptic parallelism 👁️

HAL always controls them although they think that it is only a machine as I said, it is a panopticon (it sees everything) the machine upon learning of the secret of both decides to take revenge and in the most cruel way, what it does is decompose the machine with connection to the land what generates the pilots have to go to the outside. Frank is the one who offers himself and leaves David in charge of the arrangement inside and that is when Hal (the machine) kills Frank and even though David tries to rescue him it is too late and not only HAL killed Frank but the other 3 hibernating crew.

What leaves David alone on the ship and instead of crying what he seeks is revenge and this is where HAL continues to torment him to the point of distorting the memories in his mind (which is a wink to this part of the walls mv).

From the center of the ship while the machine looks for mercy and asks him to think who the real enemy is, David still disconnects him but hal leaves a video where one of the scientists of the 1st suicide mission is the same one who sent him to this to investigate the "monolith".

— Escene 4: "Júpiter and beyond infinity": with that ending comes the last chapter of the movie where, months later, David arrives at Jupiter finding the "monolith" that, as he approaches, takes the appearance of a door that opens more psychedelic spaces than Louis and Charlie used in "The live london".

The psychedelic scenario changes and everything continues to be seen from the point of the panoptic eye where David is now in mirrors that appear copies and copies of David younger to older and the monolith again in its older version (wink wink or coincidence to coacoac) You know 🌝

The ending of the movie is super complex, like the movie itself, because there are many references, but suddenly, David takes the form / copy of a fetus inside a transparent sphere, then floating in outer space above the Earth, which implies evolution of your copies.

How do you know coacoac is difficult to pigeonhole into "walls album" because in turn it seems that it belongs but no, for me it represents the transition between the old and the new Louis. Coacoac is an autobiographical description of his life and his experiences the power that others can identify with him.

Because if coacoac is the walls transition in the desert, it represents his life before becoming an artist, that is why he chose this film and his inspiration in oasis and within the video he enters other dimensions through the gates of the monolith that, as in the film, are different versions Of his past.

Then he goes to his stage in 1D what is related to the part of the moon in the movie and how all that ended, then the part of David and Frank is his solo era, all the obstacles and losses he had and how just like David did not he gave up and that's where coacoac enters the transition to lt2

Because for me the panopticon represents all those entanglements that he had / has with his record company, that is why now he is even using them in the merch and photos since the panoptics are always symbols of a power that it is difficult to finish it and expose it also Louis has an incredible mind and he is a fan of references and that everything always has a framework like all the videos on walls that do not have an easy order to say because he broke with that and goes from back to front because they are also different spheres and it depends on how you look at it. interpretation, so...

The importance of the film lies in the power to reinvent itself and as we constantly live experiences that seem from other worlds, that is why the smiley face has 6 transitions that are not actually erasing it, it is rebuilding it as it did with its mv and its nods to the movie.

to finish this analysis I put more references first from the beginning of walls louis use merch of the film and its director and in his merch the relationship to 369 with the film and if you look at the number of protagonists are always 3, 6 and 9 in addition to the kinetic art and the various monoliths in the 369 merch:

All this theory is available in Spanish on my Twitter profile @/wallshypersonic.

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