#I understand where you're coming from but I'm masking for the sake of us both

[sillynarcissist]

"you can unmask around me! I'm supportive" no you don't understand I will literally ruin this friendship in a day. I will just be a complete asshole. masking is the only way I can interact with other people

#all my humbleness and self doubt is masking #I understand where you're coming from but I'm masking for the sake of us both #npd posting #npd safe #actually narcissistic #actually cluster b

[sleepanonymous]

Heya! I just got into Sleep Token and I'm enamored! Do you know of any links to posts or anything that talk about the characters and their personalities onstage? I'm having trouble differentiating between III and IV (I know II is the drummer) and I want to learn more about them!

Also, is it pronounced Two, Three, and Four, or Second, Third, and Fourth?

Hi and welcome! 😊 Glad to see a new fan of the band. For the sake of clarity, I'll answer your second question first. The Sleep Token lore technically dubs them all Vessel 1, Vessel 2, etc. so it's my understanding that fans started calling the other band members Two, Three, and Four, and used Roman numerals for their monikers.

TLDR: This Weblink has almost all of Sleep Token's lore, and This Video also has almost all of Sleep Token's lore. The easiest way to tell III and IV apart from each other is by their instruments and height. III plays bass and is taller than the rest of the band. IV plays guitar and is shorter than the rest of the band (except for II, he is the shortest of the four).

I'll be honest, I also had trouble differentiating between III and IV when I first got into the band. Up until very recently, they wore similar outfits, too, which made pictures difficult to tell them apart. You can always tell via the instrument they're holding (if it's visible). III is the bassist and IV is the guitarist. Another way to tell depends on which side of the stage they are standing on. 85% of the time III is stage right, in front of the choir (Vesselettes) and IV is stage left, in front of II's drum set. My favorite way to tell them apart (before it just became secondhand nature to know which was which) was if the musician had a bun under his mask or not. IV's hair is relatively concealed beneath his mask, but III has longer hair and puts it up into a bun to keep it all in place under his mask during rituals.

The neck of III's bass is kind of in the way of the back of IV's head in the second photo, but here are two examples of the bun shape that III has. This is also a good way to tell them apart if they're standing next to each other, or, in this case, kissing. III is extremely tall and will always be taller than any other band member unless he's crouching or leaning over. If the two aren't standing near each other, you can always use Vessel as a measuring stick.

The photo on the left probably isn't the best reference, but trust me, III is about 5 centimeters taller than Vessel, he's just leaning back. The photo on the right also probably isn't the best since Vessel and IV are both just dark shapes lol, but at least it's obvious that Vessel is taller than IV.

The band as a whole is anonymous so you might not find much in the way of personalities, even of their stage personas. If you're willing to read up on the Sleep lore itself, you can do that here (this is a link to boolintunes.com). Or, if you'd prefer to watch a friendly, lecture-style video, there is this one here on YouTube. Persona-wise the most concise I can give you is this:

Vessel is very emotional. That is evident by the lyrics he writes, but doubly so when he is in front of an audience. He will cry, he will laugh, he will do silly dances, and he will hype up his bandmates. It's evident that he loves what he does, but he is also extremely humble about it. All of the love his fans give him he makes sure to give back 110% (the fact that he manages to do it without speaking is impressive in itself).

II is a beast, like no joke. This man has got to have started playing drums before he could walk, I swear. He, like Vessel, obviously loves what he does, has a blast, and also gives zero fucks while doing it. He will sit at his drum set and kick out beats while drinking Red Bull and Diet Coke through his mask 🤣🤣 During moments in songs where there is little to no percussion he'll often stand up and react to the lyrics Vessel sings. He also comes to the front of the stage at the very end of rituals to hype up the crowd and hand out his used drumsticks and sometimes even a drum head.

III is the most animated of the guys. I will often refer to him as the "main character" of Sleep Token because he is always front and center. This has also earned him the fandom nickname of Bassy Boi. I've seen him do everything from windmill headbang, to run in place, to high kick, to jumping up and down for 30+ seconds straight. He also has a knack for yelling at fans. There is a compilation video on YouTube here for reference. Also! Something I forgot to mention earlier in telling III and IV apart: III almost always has on his iconic checkered socks in the most recent shows.

IV (at least the current IV) is probably the most reserved and collected on stage (fun fact, there were two other IVs in Sleep Token before our current IV, I wrote about that here), In earlier shows he played with the band, around 2021/2022, he used to be fairly shy. Sometimes IV would stand off to the very side of the stage and let Vessel and III have all the attention. Luckily he's seemed to get past his shyness and has become much more of a crowd pleaser. He'll often do things like serenade the crowd (a bit like II does, only a lot closer since there's no drum set in the way), get roped into Vessel's or III's chaotic stage antics, or, you know, tease pulling his mask off in front of an entire music festival crowd.

#asks #answered #sleep token #iii sleep token #iv sleep token #iii #iv #a little bit of vessel and ii also #sleepanon rant #photography #gif #oh whoops i wrote a book #my bad craftysquidz #i really hope this helps #and so sorry this took so long for me to respond to #also if anyone has anything to add to this #PLEASE DO IT🖤🖤🖤

[like-rain-or-confetti]

I will break your fucking spine!

The Batman is pissed off and done playing nice. The Rogues have a choice to make, give up their plan now or watch as Batman breaks their s/o's spine. Batman had them above his head threatening to drop them on his knee. He's had a broken spine before and he wouldn't recommend it. You screamed and cried, only escalating the situation more. Yet Batman's grip was like steel.

The Riddler: He was definitely caught off guard. "What kind of hero are you!?" His eyes lit up with rage. "This is what's wrong with this wretched city. People worship you, and you're threatening to hurt a civilian? They are innocent! You're a thug!" "You are threatening many more. It seems reasonable. One for the sake of hundreds. Thousands. For the whole of Gotham- then millions. That sounds like a good bargain to me." The Riddler yelled with rage. "Wrong!" He pointed his cane towards you. "They are better than every one of those millions! They deserve more than you could ever understand! They deserve what only I can give them! Anything they get is given by me and me alone!" He angled his cane to the ground once more. "I will make you sorry for even thinking of harming a hair on their head. Of course you would! What you lack in mental prowess, you make up with brawn. Give in, Batman! Give in to your intellectual superior and save yourself the embarrassment!"

Scarecrow: There was a silent stare off between him and Batman. Finally Jonathan spoke."Go on then. Cross that line." He said flatly. You felt a cold all of a sudden. Somehow even more afraid than before. Jonathan continued. "Just know what comes next is on you. The guilt and regret you'll feel later isn't the only thing coming next. When the people of Gotham scream in terror and fall where they stand. They'll look to you and know that you are the reason for their suffering." Jonathan nodded once towards the Batman. "Go on. Do it."

Two-Face: "That wouldn't be wise, Batman." He informed you. "That would be the stupidest thing you've ever done." "It's your choice." Batman said icily. Harvey hummed before taking his gun out of his pocket. "Or it's yours. You've raised the stakes. Do you think you'll be able to dodge a bullet with your arms up like that? I'll shoot if you so much try to hurt them." Harv' chuckled. "Justice will prevail if not for us then for them. They are the innocent here and now you threaten to make them a victim. Nicely done hero." He mocked. "You could save them." Batman said warily. "Yes..." Harvey replied. Harv' finished his sentence. "...and we will." He fired the gun.

Penguin: "You wouldn't!" He snapped. "Do you really want to find out?" The Batman asked coldly. "What you playing at, huh!?" Penguin glared. "What makes you any different from us!? Other than the insane idea to dress as a bloody bat every night!? I promise you Batman that you do anything to hurt them and you're dead! You're a dead man!" Oswald looked at you. "Don't you worry, sweetheart. You're gonna be fine!"

Black Mask: "I'll kick your fucking teeth down your throat and skin you slowly if you dare." Roman spat, seething with rage. "You want to test me?" Batman warned. "You want to test me!?" Roman snapped back. "I'm Roman fucking Sionis and they're mine! You better put them down and maybe I won't make you eat your own fucking eyes before I skin you! I own this fucking city! I'll make you beg for forgiveness before the fun even begins!" Roman pointed his gun at the Batman. "Put them down before I shoot both your legs and make you fucking dance!"

Mad Hatter: Jervis giggled. "Stop it...stop it!" He said between giggles of uncontrollable laughter. "Stop it! Stop it!" After a few seconds of watching, his grin melted away, the glee in his eyes fading as his face slowly changed to one of growing distress. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" He pleaded through strangled sobs. "Drop this plan and they'll be unharmed." Batman insisted. "Put them down! They didn't do anything! Give them to me! Give them back!"

#batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #the riddler #scarecrow #two face #black mask #penguin #mad hatter #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #roman sionis #oswald cobblepot #jervis tetch

[lilyrachelcassidy]

ohh hi!💕 Happy early Halloween🥰🥰 ok I have an idea for a short Tommy Shelby x reader prompt and I'm gonna try to keep it to one sentence!! It would be where it's Halloween and Tommy and Reader just got married and are watching Finn (who's like 11 or it could be one of their or johns kids) and they are carving pumpkins and while the reader steps out of the room, like Finn decides to stick his head in the pumpkin and put it on like a mask to try and scare Tommy and then it gets stuck and then the couple has to try and get it off before Polly gets home😂 and yeah. It's a really run on sentence and if you don't want to do it you don't have to but it's an idea!!!❤️ Have a great day!!!!!

A/N: HAPPY EARLY HALLOWEEN:D Okay, so first of all, anon, your creativity galloped in a very distinct territory which I LOVE, it made me grin so much:D I had so much fun writing that, thank you for requesting, you're the sweetest<3

Word Count: 1.3k 

Warnings: language but nothing else, really

xoxoxoxox

"So what now? What do we do?" pressed Finn for what felt like a thousandth time this evening. Both you and Tommy mentally groaned, suddenly upbraiding yourself for taking the charge of Finn in the first place. How had it happened or when had it happened when you had agreed upon that, you weren't sure. Perhaps Polly coerced you to do that, was that it? For a woman that sophisticated and swank, she could be a real menace sometimes, using her topmost skills of blandishment to attain her goals.

That's what she did now, leaving neither you nor Tommy satisfied with such a twist.

"For fuck's sake, Finn!" Tommy snapped at his younger brother, his flash of temper finally giving in. He had been settled right next to you, but upon hearing the bored words, he made an aggressive leap. "Could you shut up, please? I hav' enough of your whines."

"What? I'm just saying that-"

"-you're bored! Yes, I've heard the first time, thank you very much," said Tommy in a belligerent voice, apparently doing his best to tame his nerves. Slowly, you put your hand on his thing, squeezing it three times in a form of placation. That seemed to work because Tommy's tensed body loosened up a little. "Have to go to the loo."

And then, he dashed to a distinct part of the house, vanishing from your sight.

"You're so different from him, you know," said Finn finally, making you glance at him with your eyebrow hoisted.

"What do you mean?"

"You're much more fun. Not so stuck-up as him." He gave you a significant look of what you presumed, or he presumed, was understanding.

You bit your lip slightly, amused by this little boy's perception of the world. "He's not as stuck-up as you may think. Just a little... uptight, I guess."

You hadn't suspected it but your reply had rendered Finn momentarily silent which you hadn't known was possible. He was calculating something in his head, it seemed. You weren't yet certain whether that was a good sign.

"Maybe we should make him less uptight then." He hadn't asked, he was stating that matter-of-factly - another red flag. And with a little smile suddenly painting on his lips, the candlelight flickering somewhere in the background, he looked like a real child of devil upraised. Especially with his eyes scintillating with impish sparkles, you were sure that something in terms of mischievous had just played out in his mind.

"Finn, what do you want to-"

But before you were able to finish the sentence, Finn sprang up to his feet and at the speed of light, scurried over to the Halloween pumpkin laid on the table. He grabbed it in his small hands, brandishing it, and then leveled it with his head.

"How would I look?" he asked, stupidly. The pumpkin had carvings in the shape of a face with grisly teeth; the entire mush from the insides was completely voided, and there was a big hole found at the bottom of it. “I have an idea. I’m gonna scare Tommy.”

“I don’t think that’s a good ide-”

“Oh, come on, it’s Halloween after all!” he wailed, and without waiting for any extended permission, he laboriously put his head to the inside of the very pumpkin. “See? Fun.”

You only sighed, shaking your head. So children were dense after all. “Please, could you remove that?” Meeting with a striking silence from your interlocutor, you pressed on with a slight idea of a bribe planted in your head. “If you do, I’ll fetch some ice cream for us.”

“Ice cream?!” Well, that seemed to work like a charm. In the next instant, Finn with a joyful leap was already pulling at the pumpkin, slightly writhing his head. Pulling and pulling, but... “I can’t get it off!” screamed Finn, his jovial fettle morphing abruptly into a panicked howl.

“What do you mean you can’t get it off?” you asked, fully taken off guard by that. Your eyes bulged slightly in astonishment.

“I can’t get it off! I can’t get it fucking off!”

“Finn! There’s no need for expletives! Calm down I-”

“I’ve heard screams. What-” Tommy had just re-entered the room, his sentence hanging aloft, and was now watching a whole scene with the horror of a person who had just witnessed a fiendish crime scene. Or, in this case, his agitated girlfriend and a little brother who had a big-ass pumpkin stuck on his head. “What the fuck has happened?!”

“Tommy! Watch your lang-”

“I can’t get it off! I can’t get it off!” bawled Finn, in a full display of dread. He was still tugging on the pumpkin but in vain.

“How has that...?!”

“Okay, everybody, calm down!” With one last roar, you quelled the rest and, at once feeling very in charge, tried to spread your oddly stoic aura on the two of them. “Tommy - go fix some oil. Fin - sit over here.”

Accordingly, Tommy spurted to the kitchen with your dictations buried in mind and you, on the other, grabbed a wooden stool and instructed Finn to sit on it which he submissively did.

“Okay, Finn, so here’s what we’re going to do - I’m going to lubricate the area where the pumpkin is stuck so that we get better chances of slipping it through. Tommy’s going to pull. Your only task is to relax and tightly hold on to the stool. Clear?”

He merely nodded his head which looked extremely comical, hadn’t it been for this little boy’s fright. Though you wanted to laugh so badly, you refrained yourself, bearing in mind that it probably would have been tactless if you did.

“Why can’t we destroy the pumpkin?”

“Because...” you started, vaguely annoyed. “That would require certain tools, Finn. Tools like a hammer or a knife that could harm you, you know. That’s why.”

Soon, Tommy was hurrying into the room with a sour mien.

“I have only found...” He raised a bottle with the eye line to read the fluorescent label. “‘Boscoli Dirty Martini Olive Juice’ in the kitchen. No oil, no butter in this house.”

“What the-” You squeezed your eyes in irritation and snapped the bottle from his hand in a very passive-aggressive mode. “Gosh, I hope only Polly doesn’t find out.”

Quickly extracting the bottle cap, you poured some liquid on your fingers, a particularly slick and stinky consistency that was, and began rubbing it in around his neck while Tommy forcefully hauled the pumpkin with both hands. Within two long-lasting minutes, Finn was ultimately freed from the menacing tethers of the Halloween pumpkin.

So happy with his release, Finn was grinning like a madman at you and Tommy, and you had to fight the sudden urge to wipe his stupid smile off by plunking a pumpkin over his head yet again.

“Go wash yourself, please. We don’t want you to smell like Margarita mixed with oil when Polly comes home,” you said, sternly, gazing at him with exasperation in your eyes; all your nerves were fraying. Now it was Tommy’s turn to squeeze your arm in a mollifying manner. It didn’t help. “And then you will go to sleep.”

“What about that ice cream?” asked Finn, incredulously, with a pout. You wished to slap him. So badly.  

“Just...” You raised your voice but quickly realized - it was going to be over soon, that baby-sitting torment; plus, after Finn falls asleep you can do whatever you desire with Tommy who was likely very grateful for staying collected during his little brother’s foolishness. You pursed your lips, then forced a fake, stiff smile. “Just go.”

With a groan, he did, and you were sure that was a night you wouldn’t forget for a long time.

xoxoxoxox

A/N: ‘Boscoli Dirty Martini Olive Juice’ mhm... has anyone ever tired? oddly good, i just had to add lol. Have a great day, and if you want to send over some Spooktober requests, I’m opened for it all;D Anon, I hope you liked that bit!:)

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x you #tommy shelby x y/n #thomas shelby x y/n #Thomas shelby #Tommy shelby #spooktober #spooktobercelebration! #peaky blinders #Finn shelby

[sunny-choi91]

Mini #Fanfic #YunAsta #AsYuno

❤️-> It’s You. <-❤️

-"Here it comes"-

-"What am I supposed to do?"-

- "Just say hello for God's sake Asta, you know almost everyone and you're embarrassed to say hello to him?"

-"It's not the same, the others don't look like prince out of a story"

Asta and Vanessa were standing hidden by a column, cautiously spying on the members of the “Golden Dawn” study club, its last member and his two friends were walking calmly down the hall.

This boy just got transferred, he has less than a month in the College, but Asta can't stop thinking about him.

Yuno Grinberryall, tall with white skin and golden eyes that have half the student community fascinated.

It's not like Yuno really cares, he's not very sociable as far as Asta can tell, nor very expressive. He always has a stoic face and goes quietly with Klaus and Mimosa who usually do the talking.

But Asta knows that under that mask of indifference he must be a sensitive person, he has cute little expressions when he sees something he likes (like strawberry shortcake) and grimaces when he doesn't like something (like injustice).

In this case, Asta is one more boy who longs to be able to talk to him but still doesn't know how, with the difference that Asta is the most popular boy in school.

Asta sighs in frustration. -“Let's go, they're getting closer and I don't want them to see us”-he begins to turn around, leaving his back to the group of friends who are approaching when Vanessa takes him by the shoulders and smiles slyly at him.

-"Thank me later"-And with a strong push he is thrown backwards.

He starts taking small steps to try to regain his balance, waving his arms funny and ends up bumping into someone taller. By inertia he holds him by the waist so that the other does not fall and he can also stabilize himself.

A fresh perfume with a hint of mint reaches his nose, he can't help but inhale and fill his lungs with that pleasant smell.

It is when a calm and somewhat doubtful baritone voice slips into his ears. -“S-Sorry”

Asta recognizes that voice.

That voice that's been in her dreams lately.

Without letting go, she looks up and sees Yuno look at him sideways with a slight blush. Both remain static and no one dares to break that expectant tension that is in the air. Nor Mimosa, who until a moment ago was laughing at the situation.

It's when Yuno puts a hand on Asta's that is on her waist and gives it a light squeeze that Asta reacts and jumps away nervously. -"F-Forgive me Yuno, I didn't mean what-what happened"-

The other nods -"Hmm"- adjusts his uniform -"It was my fault too, I didn't see where I was going, excuse me..." - He makes a sign that Asta doesn't understand, and his stupid face must be obvious because Asta's friend intervenes Yuno, the guy with the glasses.

-"What Yuno wants to say is that he doesn't know your name, let me introduce you, Yuno he is Asta, the President of the School Council, my name is Klaus and she is Mimosa, we are from Golden Dawn"-

-“Hi-Hi”-she hesitates embarrassingly, Yuno doesn't take her eyes off her. -I'm Asta, forgive me I didn't see where I was walking and I accidentally hit you.

-"You... know my name"-Yuno observes with curiosity, tilting her face towards him. Asta blushes furiously from being under the scrutiny of that powerful golden gaze.

-“Ah… yes, I… heard the girls talk about you. And they mentioned your name, I hope you don't mind." -Of course he didn't mention that the girls in question didn't exist and that he was the one who followed him in a creepy way for 3 weeks.

Yuno's look is sympathetic. -"Hmm, okay, I hope you'll excuse me for hitting you."

Asta was about to start apologizing again when an extra voice distracted everyone.

-"Come on, come on, it didn't happen much, but if you're really sorry to hit our president why don't you invite him to a breakfast date Yuno-kun?"- Vanessa approached smiling and put her arm around the shoulders of a stunned Asta - "I think it is the least that our Asta deserves"

-“Da-date?”-Mimosa stammered in complicity with Klaus, they both love Yuno but God knows he needs to have more than two friends in the world.

To the surprise of both Yuno accepts with great ease. -"Yes that's fine. I was going for some food to have breakfast in the class room, but if Asta likes we can have breakfast in other place, I'm free"

A very, very stunned Asta reacted to his friend's nudge and with hasty steps followed Yuno to the school dining room, leaving the other three in the corridor.

-"This is really new"- Klaus said adjusting his glasses.

-"I swear I was waiting for Yuno to complain like always!!"- Mimosa exclaimed, beginning to jump with excitement. -"You know, 'I don't like unknown people Mimosa'" - I imitate Yuno with a poor accent.

-"If I could be a goddess, I would be the goddess of love"-Vanessa pointed out smiling. – “How much do you bet that they will go out together?”

-"Go out?? Don't you think that's a lot? I've known Yuno for years, he's never been romantically interested ”-Klaus murmured.

-"Just look at his eyes, they shone with Asta, I'll give them a month"-Vanessa winked at them and advanced to the dining room well behind the couple. Asta stuttered, something she never did. And Yuno was talking meekly, with a slight blush on her cheeks.

Yes, Vanessa gave them a month.

P.S.: The photo is not mine all the credits to its respective author and creator, just take it as inspiration for the mini fanfic ✨

#black clover yuno #yunasta #yuno black clover #yunoasta #asta x yuno #black clover #yuno grinberryall #aesthetic #boysxboys #boys

[clown-demon]

Ti's plotting sheet thingy

Want new-and-exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted.Be sure to tag the players whose characters YOU want more cues to interact with, and repost, don’t reblog! Feel free to add or remove sections as you see fit. Template here.

Mun name: Ti

OOC Contact: Discord pls.

Who the heck is my muse anyway:

I have too many on this blog to go through them all.. I'd suggest just reading my MUSE abouts.. some of them are a WIP. I work more details into them as I RP them. But thing to note-- All my muses reside in the BSD universe. While they can go to others from Nikolai's ability to allow cross overs and no limits. For sanity sake, I will be using Nikolai, Fyodor, and Dazai as the main three to answer these questions.

Points of interest:

Nikolai: Likes fellow clowns and silly fun people. If you're not a fun person then he'll turn you into something fun. Whether it be annoying the other person or splattering their guts and gore on the wall.

Fyodor: Likes peace and quiet. Also enjoys those who are intelligent and speaking to others in general. He's a bit of a people person, he enjoys and values humanity.

Dazai: Usually likes to do anything to get out of work. Will find something as an excuse to get out of it. Usually out getting crab or going out for a drink. Likes to read books and listen to music and relax.

What they’ve been up to recently:

Nikolai: Currently trying to cope with Fyodor's 'death.' He's still in mourning, but whenever he comes to face with another person, he will automatically put on his happy mask and act as if nothing is wrong. He will act as his good old self, even though it is a mask and he's hiding his true emotions.

Fyodor: Currently in Bram's body, facing off to rid of the world of the Agency and Port Mafia. Behind the scenes, gathering more rats and aiming to take out Dazai firstly. Also has Nikolai on his mind to rid of.

Dazai: Currently trying to rid the world of Fyodor. Trying to figure out how to do that, if he should take a chance and see if he is the only one to be able to kill him. Trying to keep everyone safe. For once in his life, he is taking work seriously.

Where to find them:

Nikolai: Parties, parks, really any public place. He performs magic tricks for his job now that he no longer is part of the DoA. But you can also find him in cafes and amusement parks. Anywhere that is considered 'fun.'

Fyodor: Cafes, libraries, museums, old historical places that are open to the public. You can also often find him on trains and buses, since that is the main way of his transport.

Dazai: Coffee shops, any place that has food, the Agency. On crime scenes. Anywhere really. And anywhere that one can easily commit suicide-- so down a river... a forest, etc.

Current plans:

I don't have any current plans really. I kinda now base my blog with what is happening canon in the manga.

Desired interactions:

Nikolai: Finding new friends and people who understand him. People who will tolerate him and have fun with him. Someone to help cheer him up and get over Fyodor's death. Someone to accept who he is.

Fyodor: New rats. : )

Dazai: Someone to show him a reason to live.. Actually show him value in his life. Treat him seriously and not treat his suicide antics as a joke or nuisance.

Offered interactions:

Just come at me whenever.. asks are always open, starter calls, memes if I ever post any.

Current open post/s:

Anything that isn't a thread with another person is free game.

Anything else?:

I'm right now trying to get caught up with my drafts. I've been MIA due to life placing a bomb on my lap and I'm trying to get my life back on track. So it might take me a VERY long time to get back to you. Patience is key when interacting with me.

#rp

[moonlightandmarble]

Hi, same anon as before. I think I get where you're coming from.

I guess my only concern is that "theory" might imply that they really do think [X] member has [X] disability/neurodivergency in real life? I'm not sure if that's phrased too well, but still. It just feels like theories tend to be little more grounded in real life rather than fiction, so I think that's what's leaving a bad taste in my mouth. I'm ND and disabled too though so I do get where you're coming from, I can totally see how it could feel weird to call it a headcanon, especially when it's based on stuff like stage behavior. I think both options are imperfect unfortunately, and the line between fiction and reality can get a little blurred when it comes to a band like this so the language used gets a bit complicated I suppose.

Hope this hasn't been too annoying haha, I tend to ramble a bit too much for my own good. It's been interesting seeing another perspective on this though.

Nah I understand where you're coming from. I think the issue is mainly is that we got a seed of lore from Vessel himself and then it's kinda spun out into the lore the fans have created, which is great! But also I think sometimes the fandom leans so hard-core into the idea of there being a strong line between the lore and the band as people that they forget that this isn't a TV show the lads aren't actors and what we are seeing on stage is them in their masks yes but also them as people and the line is very blurred, as you said. And whatever ideas we have are just that. So when I use the term theory it's mainly because I'm coming from the place where "I don't know exactly what is a lore thing and what isn't and I'm assuming we are seeing a blend of reality and ritual on stage so I'm using it in the more mutable way like

"a hypothesis assumed for the sake of argument or investigation

an unproved assumption"

So when I say "I theorize that that some of the lads are neurospicy" to my friend it's not an armchair diagnosis it's just "I recognize some things I'm seeing and vibe with it I have no idea for sure though"

Like as much as there is a desire to not have an unhealthy parasocial relationship (which is a good thing!) I think sometimes people take it so severely in the other direction and try to hard to make a solid line between the mask and the man they don't realize how much of a blur there is.

And no judgement as you can see I do a fair bit of rambling myself

#i also have a headache #So idk if this makes sense #But imma go lay down

[tommyfroggie]

Chapter One: You Know... The Spider-Man Guy!?

Summary: You try to navigate the fact that your marriage and the person you have to spend the rest of your life with is someone you've never met and there's just one motive, revenge.

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Mob!FemReader {Mafia AU}

Warnings: ANGST, Drug use, violence, guns.

Word Count: 1.2K

NO CHOICE MASTERLIST

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"What the hell do you mean I get married in 2 weeks!?" You screamed at the top of your voice as you rushed around the room to wrap your head around the thing he just said.

"It means that you will be getting married to a certain someone who's the son of one of our enemies in the underworld." Your dad, John replied as he kept his eyes on your fuming red face.

"Dad, I'm sorry but this isn't the 80's. I'm not letting you marry me off to someone just like that, just for the sake of the business. Besides, do you really expect me to fucking marry someone without seeing him or knowing him?" You growled back in complete anger.

"Well, this is him." He said as he handed you his phone with a photo of the man.

You snatched the phone out of his hands, eager to make complaints, but all those thoughts faded away once you saw the picture. There he was. A hot as fuck photo of him from his last photoshoot. TOM FUCKING HOLLAND.

"Dad, are you fucking kidding me right now? This is Tom. Tom Holland. You know... the Spider-Man!?"

"Yes I know."

"So, he's an actor!! Why the hell would you call him 'the son of one of our enemies'?" You mocked him.

"You see Y/n, you're a part of our rich and famous mob, but to the world, you're the famous singer and artist, Y/n L/n. So is it really that hard to believe that Tom is doing the same thing?"

"So you're telling me... That his whole freakin' acting career is just a cover up for a... mob, just like me?"

"Yes."

"How- how do you know that?"

"I have my ways."

"Ok but why would he want to marry me?"

"He gave the idea actually. It's no secret you have quite a lot of fans of your 'music' and he just so happens to be one of them."

"Cool cool, but I'm still not marrying him. I don't even know him and I have a song to record so I'm busy for the whole month anyway-" Your words were cut short as your dad interrupted.

"You don't have a choice. This is great for us, it'll be like a truce"

"What the fuck!? Are you serious right now? I said NO!! I get to make my own decisions!!"

He left the huge living room before you could finish. You felt weak to your knees and you broke down. Tears left your eyes as you screamed out. You were on the floor like that alone, for hours, other than the occasional visits of the hundreds of bodyguards to check up on you.

An hour later, you finally gathered the courage to get up and head back to your room.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Your mascara was running down your face. You wiped it off whispered to yourself. "I guess I'm getting married in the next 2 weeks. At least he's hot, rich and famous." You said that out of pure hatred.

'How could he have agreed to marry someone he's never met?' That was all you could think about, all night long.

You wanted revenge. Not just from your dad, but also from your soon-to-be 'husband'.

That's when you heard gun shots echoing through your huge house, in the middle of the night.

That suddenly brought you out of your thoughts as you grabbed your loaded gun from your bedside. You carefully tip-toed down the stairs towards the living room, where the gun shots were heard from.

That's when you spotted two guys in black masks trying to steal. They had shot in the ceiling to scare the family living here so they could get what they wanted. This was becoming a little bit of a daily occurrence for you.

"Seriously?! Ugh I don't understand why people come here to die everyday" And with that, before the two masked men could do anything, you shot both of them one by one, across their heads.

A pool of blood formed in front of you. You yawned feeling sleepy after seeing the same sight for the billionth time.

"Andrew!!" You shouted out.

"Yes miss Y/n?" Your dad's assistant came up to you.

"Get this mess cleaned up please and I'm not in the mood to talk to father so inform him that another robbery was about to take place so I took care of it"

"As you wish, ma'am" And he left the room to get the guys to take care of the bodies and clean up the mess.

You went back to your room and put on your silk nightgown and took out a Xanax from drawer, shoving it down your throat to hopefully relieve your anxiety. You tried to sleep but you just rolled around in your bed. Your thoughts automatically went to him. Tom.

You went to his social media profile immediately. 'Cute guy, looks nothing like a Mob Boss', you thought. And then you saw his 3 and a half million, extra followers than yours. "Shit" you exhaled as you switched off your phone and threw it in a corner.

'He's a really dreamy guy though....' Your head filled with the thoughts.

"Fuck no!" You shook yourself out of your thoughts. "You hate your dad, hate him! And you are going to take revenge! I cannot fucking get married without... without falling in love" You mumbled, giving yourself a pep talk as your eyes slowly fluttered shut. 'Love' This word kept ringing in your brain throughout the night, reminding you of your fucked up life.

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The next morning, you had a huge business meeting, not for your so called 'music career', but for a huge underworld drug deal. Yes, you had talent. You could sing, no doubt in that. But, really and personally, you did enjoy this job better. You had that dangerous blood running through your veins.

You put on your usual black mini skirt paired with high black heals and a beige coat. It took you barely 10 minutes to close the deal. This was a big deal for you though. This has been done solely by the Y/n L/n, not by your father or anyone else.

Yes, people in the underworld knew your identity, but you had professional contracts with everyone, if they even thought about breaking the rules and remotely even tried to reveal your identity to the world, they would be dead in a matter of seconds. So, basically you were feared. You had that record of gruesomely killing people that ever came in your way, just like your dad, just like the Hollands.

Unlike you, who was building up, Tom, the oldest Holland son had already taken over the Holland Mob as his scary father retired a few months ago. He had several experiences in the past where his identity was threatening to be revealed and he didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. His brothers, Harry, Sam and Paddy are like him too, but you know, he's the king. He was so feared around the region, he didn't have to try one thing, for the victims to spill out all their secrets.

Yes, it was difficult for both of you to manage acting or music along with your family legacy but, you both just mastered it through the years.

You were laying in your room after the successful meeting, that's when you received a message. A dm on your Instagram, specifically, from Tom Holland himself.

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a/n: phewwww and that's all the first one. Lemme know your thoughts <3

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[elia-de-silentio]

Vanitas and affection: a complicated relationship

In light of recent chapters and waiting for the next to deliver our new dose of pain, I've decided to make a bit of analysis on how Vanitas relates to affection.

Vanitas enters this world, and gets the first of a long series of traumas. A classic: mother dies in childbirth, the baby is blamed for existing. Vanitas had internalized this thinking from his father ... or maybe it was a reasoning he made on his own (he says that his father 'must have hated him', but does not recall the man actually telling him so), and his father did not correct him - either because he subconsciously agreed or because he wasn't the most emotionally attuned man in the world.

After all, the only thing certain about Vanitas's father is his tendency to self-sacrifice: he abandoned his birth family and respectable profession to follow the woman he loved in her travelling caravan, even if he didn't like the rest of the people there; he gave up his life to save his son.

And this latter part is what furthers Vanitas's trauma, as he will feel an extra dose of guilt for causing his father's sacrifice.

After the death of his family, he is taken by the Chasseurs to be trained and become one of them. His strong hatred for vampires fueled him, and it's likely he was quite good at fighting, given what we see of him now. But alas, he caught the attention of Moreau.

Vanitas's damnation was his high empathy. As Luna will later point out, he would be able to escape; but Moreau had faked his death by killing a kid that looked like him, thus triggering his trauma of 'other people sacrificing for his sake'.

And then, he thought that even if he escaped, someone else would be tortured in his place. The reasoning is actually more based in self-loathing than reality, as attested by the existence of n.70 and 71; so he turned his reason for being there into trying to get more torture and lift it from the other children whenever he could.

Then he gets saved. Well, he likely doesn't perceive it like that, because Luna is a vampire, especially the Vampire of the Blue Moon whose blood Moreau injected him to try and turn him into a vampire. Nevertheless, there appears to have been a somewhat peaceful period between the escape from Moreau and the start of the series: we see Luna take care of him and Misha, giving them shelter, teaching them about malnomens and trying her hand at life lessons; we see little Vanitas do most of the chores, even if with a standoffish attitude; we see little Misha basking in the happiness of a somewhat stable and nice family situation.

Then something terrible happens.

It is revealed that due to Moreau's experiments, the kids are not exactly human anymore, but they aren't vampires either; their body can't substain this state of being, and they will die if they aren't turned into kins of the Blue Moon. Misha accepts, Vanitas refuses, wanting to stay human. Next thing we know, they are both kins of the Blue Moon with Marks of Possession, and Luna is dead.

As of the time of this writing, it is not clear exactly what happened; we know that Luna died, and that Vanitas played some role in it. Misha outright accuses him of killing her, but the framing of the actual events is quite ambiguous.

Vanitas, on his part, seems to have conflicting feelings: he says he wants to take revenge on Luna for drinking his blood, but when he's half-delirious, he mutters that he didn't really hate her; he appearently made Misha some promise that he didn't keep, and he is crushed by guilt as a result.

But whatever happened, his consent on the kin-making was ignored (just like it always happened in Moreau's laboratory) and another person that was close to him died either at his own hand, or because of him. And he gets some other trauma on top of an already long list.

Moreover, he was surprised to find out that Misha was alive. So, for some time, he believed the person who he loved like a brother was dead. Add good old grief to the mix.

So, we get to the Vanitas of the very first chapters of the manga. An outgoing, cocky individual ... a mask. After all, every time he has shown his actual feelings of anger and grief, it didn't turn out very well for him in the end, did it?

It also allows him to annoy and gross out people, specifically Noé and Jeanne. Nobody really likes his arrogance and pushiness, so they won't give him the affection he doesn't deserve.

Then, the aftermath of the Bal Masqué. Vanitas is provoking Ruthven, and Noé goes unexpectedly to protect him. To take risks for his sake. This already scares him, but then Noé has the gall to go and try to understand him! His reaction has to be more extreme: he flat out tries to attack Noé with a knife and tries to get him away, whereas he had been pretty much stalking him up to this point. But Noé refuses; and Vanitas is maybe just a little comforted and moved, enough to stop trying to push him away.

Then there is the Catacomb Arc, where a new character is introduced: Roland. He doesn't show spite to Vanitas, but still sees him with condescension, denying that he is acting out of his own free will. And this, to the former Chasseur who was left by the rest of them in Moreau's clutches, is untolerable. Roland means well, but he's going at it the wrong way.

After the fight with Roland, there is another argument between Vanitas and Noé. Vanitas does exactly what Noé had done before: shields him. This sends Noé on a sermon about how Vanitas, as a human, is weak and shouldn't take such risks, which infuriates the other boy: he bites back by calling Noé overconfident, citing the Ruthven accident as an example. This confuses Noé, because didn't he want him to become his shield?

I suspect that this was both Vanitas tendency to sacrifice himself for others, and a sign of tentative trust towards Noé. He does the same thing the vampire did for him ... and got rebuked, and called weak for his trouble. Noé's attitude is too patronizing to be seen as an actual sign of concern,and his already bad mood sours considerably.

Well, there is to say that after a similar crisis repeats itself a chapter later, complete with anti-vampire slurs on Vanitas part, Noè amends ... by using him as a fake hostage against Roland, which is still better that treating him as if he was weak.

Now, Noé might be naive in a lot of regards, but he is not stupid. From that moment onwards, he gets that Vanitas will be treated as an equal. He won't force him into dangerous situations, but he won't even treat him like he's too frail for it. He will be incouraging, but not condescending. And the result is that he actually snaps Vanitas out from his trauma-induced flashbacks, and gets him to be more open and trusting than he has ever been.

In the Gevaudan arc, Vanitas's emotional connections get shaken on two fronts: Noé 's and Jeanne's.

In this arc, he is the one to encourage and support Noé. He gives him advice on how to handle Astolfo; he gets worried about him when he's captured by Chloé (even if he expresses it in his own way).

He saves Noé from getting lost into Jean-Jacques's memories, listens to what he has to say, and concedes to what he wants, where at the start of the manga he was all 'my way or the highway'. He even almost (almost) admits that he was worried about Noé!

He still receives some actual support: demostrations of Noé's spirit which are good for the soul, and a proclamation that he believes in what Vanitas thinks about the origin of Malnomen, the first time a vampire says something like that. Vani plays grumpy, but he is obviously very shaken, in a positive way.

He finally shows Jeanne some actual support: he is cold to her after he was unwillingly vulnerable in her presence due to his illness, but pushes that aside rather quickly, in order to help her realize what she truly wants (saving Chloé instead of killing her) and that she's right to want it. He reminds her that she's a person, not a tool.

And she's grateful for it, and has definitely no qualms about expressing it. The result is that our hero spends days in blue screen, to then have a complete freakout at the possibility of being actually in love with Jeanne. He's so out  of it, he ends up oversharing his feelings of being undeserving of love to a Roland who he doesn't like and a Olivier he has never met before. Still, it's the first time he flat-out says his issues.

This brings us to his rooftop conversation with Noé. I really liked the vampire's behaviour here: he was comforting in a sort of roundabout way, à la Vanitas. He said that he is happy Vanitas is the way he is, even if he still doesn't like him very much. Translation: you're a way better person than you think you are, and you deserve to be loved. This is coming from a totally unbiased place, I'm not a weird person who would like you or something.

And this is the last conversation we see between the two of them: as of the time of this writing, Noé has been compelled to drink Misha's blood, and Vanitas has just arrived on the scene.

Vanitas has seen his self-loathing perspective challenged and has changed a lot in the span of a rather short time, and I really don't know how he'll react to Noé learning the details of his past; he sure won't want any form of compassion. Personally, I suspect he'll be very cold to Noé for quite some time, possibly even trying to drive him away, before a reconciliation.

Thanks to anyone who bothered to read my ramblings!

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[themousefromfantasyland]

Creatures of Yuletide: Krampus, the Christmas Demon

He sees you when you're sleeping

And he knows when you're awake

He knows if you've been bad or good

So be good FOR YOUR OWN GODDAMNIT SAKE!!!

Christmas season is full of magical beings and creatures that travel through our world. Jolly old men from the north, elves that sleep in our homes, goats that give presents, the holiday season is full of all sorts of weird and wonderful characters. However, Santa Claus tends to me the most famous among them, and the most remembered in popular culture. This was, until some years ago, when a forgotten Christmas character rose in popularity in pop culture as an antithesis of good old St. Nick. I’m talking about Krampus, the Christmas Demon from German and Alpine lore.

One of the reasons why I believe Krampus became so popular recently is because he’s a scarier and less commercial alternative to Santa. In older posts I talked about how people used to tell scary ghost stories during Christmas and how Christmas once had this spooky side to it. Then one day it hit me that, in a way, Krampus is exactly a call back to these traditions. While not a ghost, Krampus brings back the scary atmosphere to the holiday. People tell stories about Krampus, they dress like him, they fright their neighbors in these costumes. People in general like to be scared, and in particular, even though they won’t admit it now, children too. Krampus is celebrated because he brings back the fun that overly commercialized Santa took out from Christmas.

Jeremy Seghers, organizer of the first Krampusnacht festival held in Orlando, said this in an interview to the Smithsonian Magazine:

"The Krampus is the yin to St. Nick's yang. You have the saint, you have the devil. It taps into a subconscious macabre desire that a lot of people have that is the opposite of the saccharine Christmas a lot of us grew up with."

Krampus is mainly a holiday tradition from the Alpine region and Central Europe in general. His name is derives from the German word krampen, meaning claw. On the night of December 5th, the eve of Saint Nicholas Feast, Krampus, and Saint Nicholas himself go out in the streets to punish or reward kids. This makes him one of the Companions of Saint Nicholas, a group of holiday figures that would help him in punishing kids. While they do the punishment, jolly old Nick brings the kids gifts, in a sort of Good Cop, Bad Cop dynamic.

Our friend St. Nick fills the shoes of good children with fruits and sweets. Krampus carries birch branches for senseless beating the misbehaving ones. On his back he is often depicted carrying a sack or a basket. This is to carry the naughty kids to his layer for more torture later. He can also eat them, threw them out in the river to drown, or bring them straight to the depths of Hell. In some parts of Austria, Krampus presents the families with gold-painted twigs that are to be displayed year-round in the house, constantly reminding the kids of his ever-watching presence.

What lovable fellow!

It was common in the 19th century to exchange Gruß vom Krampus, “Greetings from Krampus” cards that contained humorous rhymes and poems. In these Krampus is depicted looming menacingly over children. In others the creature receives sexual undertones, pursuing scantily dressed women.

There is also the Krampuslauf, or, Krampus Run, where people dress up as him and parade through the street dressed in fur suits and carved wooden masks and carrying cowbells. This one is very important for understanding Krampus origins.

Now, no one really know where Krampus comes from. The most popular theory is that he was a fertility god from the Alpine Region before Christianity retconned him as demon. Scholars often link him, Pan, and the satyrs to the archetype of the Horned God. Some claim he’s the son of Hel, but I didn’t find any real or credible source to this.

What we do know is that Krampus has some connections to a goddess in the Alpine region called Frau Perchta.

Now Frau Perchta is a very mysterious figure from the German folklore. She had many different names depending on the era and region. We don’t know a lot about her before Christianization, but what we do know is that in the folklore of Bavaria and Austria, she was a witch said to roam the countryside at midwinter, and to enter homes during the twelve days between Christmas and Epiphany. Good children would find a silver coin in their shoes. Bad children would have their bellies sliced open, their stomach and guts removed, and she would stuff the straw and pebbles in the hole left behind. She had two forms in which she could be encountered, beautiful and white as snow, or elderly and haggard.

Perchten is plural for Perchta. Originally, the word referred to female masks representing her, but the name come to refer to the animal masks worn in parades and festivals in the mountainous regions of Austria.

A Perchten mask

In the 16th century, the Perchten took two main forms: Schönperchten, "beautiful Perchten", or the Schiachperchten, "ugly Perchten”. The beautiful Perchten came during the twelve nights of Christmas and festivals to bring luck and wealth to the people. The ugly Perchten, who had fangs, tusks and horse tails which were used to drive out demons and ghosts. Men dressed as the ugly Perchten during this time and went from house to house driving out bad spirits.

From the Smithsonian Magazine: A man dressed in a traditional Perchten costume and mask performs during a Perchten festival in the western Austrian village of Kappl, November 13, 2015. Each year in November and January, people in the western Austria regions dress up in Perchten (also known in some regions as Krampus or Tuifl) costumes and parade through the streets to perform a 1,500 year-old pagan ritual to disperse the ghosts of winter. (DOMINIC EBENBICHLER/Reuters/Corbis)

People would masquerade as these devilish figures and march in processions known as Perchtenlaufs. The Church didn’t like these creatures and tried many times to ban these practices, but due to the sparse population and the rugged environments within the region, the ban was useless.

In Catholicism, St. Nicholas is the patron saint of children. His saint day falls in early December, which helped strengthen his association with the Yuletide season. A seasonal play that spread throughout the Alpine regions was known as the Nikolausspiel, "Nicholas play". In these plays St. Nick would make questions about morality and reward children for their scholarly efforts. Eventually the Perchtenlauf, in an attempt to pacify the Church, introduced Saint Nicholas and his set of good morals. Krampus, the in-chains helper of Saint Nicholas, was then born.

In 1975, anthropologist John J. Honigmann wrote that:

"The Saint Nicholas festival we are describing incorporates cultural elements widely distributed in Europe, in some cases going back to pre-Christian times. Nicholas himself became popular in Germany around the eleventh century. The feast dedicated to this patron of children is only one winter occasion in which children are the objects of special attention, others being Martinmas, the Feast of the Holy Innocents, and New Year's Day. Masked devils acting boisterously and making nuisances of themselves are known in Germany since at least the sixteenth century while animal masked devils combining dreadful-comic (schauriglustig) antics appeared in Medieval church plays. A large literature, much of it by European folklorists, bears on these subjects. ... Austrians in the community we studied are quite aware of "heathen" elements being blended with Christian elements in the Saint Nicholas customs and in other traditional winter ceremonies. They believe Krampus derives from a pagan supernatural who was assimilated to the Christian devil"

Is worth noting that this is exactly what happened to the Yule Goat. He was a pagan symbol, people dressed like him to keep winter spirits at bay, but the Christians demonized him. There are illustrations of Saint Nicholas or of Father Christmas riding the Yule Goat during Christmas and these were meant to represent the power of God over the power of the Devil. Krampus is represented in chains by the same reason. However, the Yule Goat came to become a gift-giver and a more positive force in holiday lore, with people dressing as goats to deliver gifts to their families in the 19th century. Krampus didn’t have the same luck. I really wonder if the Yule Goat and Krampus came from variants from the same or similar cultural traditions, but that took drastically different routes.

I must say that, although I'm more in the team Santa, I learned to love Krampus over the years. It’s undeniable the amount of fun he brought to those who wanted something a little more darker and creepier in the holidays, and as someone who identifies itself as 90% lover of cheesy, cutesy and sappy stuff and 10% lover of everything earie and macabre, the idea of a monstrous boogeyman in the shadows of good old Santa Claus is fun. I personally think there’s enough space for both, the terrifyingly scary and the joyful jolliness.

Fun fact: Krampus, the one people rescued from German obscurity to combat the overly commercialized Christmas, is now being criticized as being too commercialized. C'est la vie

Story time: In my country I once heard the tale of a guy that went as Santa to deliver Christmas presents to children in a poor community. He brought many gifts and toys with him. The children loved them, until there were no more gifts to be delivered. The remaining children and their parents became so angry that they chased away the guy, throwing rocks at him. The guy came to them with free stuff, helped as much as he could, and people still threw rocks at him and chased him away, almost seriously hurting him.

I admit, there are cases where Krampus is truly needed 🤣🤣🤣

Art by Helen Mask

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[black-widowfics]

My most used writing Prompts:

(There's a lot)

1. "I love you... baby"

2. "God, you're adorable"

3. "Hey, cutie"

4. "I promise to love you for the rest of my life"

5. "I don't care if you're sick, catching a cold from kissing you is worth it"

6. "You are so perfect"

7. "You're the best part of me"

8. "Stay here with me. Please?"

9. "I'm speechless you're so beautiful"

10. "Aww! You're adorable"

11. "So romantic"

12. "I'll love you until the end of the universe" "haven't we been there before?"

13. "Do you need a hug?"

14. "I love you, my dearest"

15. "Come here, I need to hug you"

16. "When everything's wrong, it's you that makes it right"

17. "You're the one"

18. "Have i ever pointed out how beautiful you are? " "Yes, all the time"

19. "I'm bored" " then why don't we do something more interesting?"

20. Forehead kisses

21. Hand kisses

22. "That tickles!" Kisses

23. Kisses that make them smile

24. Breathless kisses

25. Cheek kisses

26. Nose Kisses

27. "God, i love you" Kisses

28. Kisses that end with laughter

29. Never wanting to pull away kisses

30. Multiple face kisses

31. Big, long kisses

32. Long Awaited Kisses

34. "Finally, you guys kissed" Kisses

35. Goodbye kisses

36. Kisses accompanied by happy tears

37. Kisses accompanied by sad tears

38. Kisses that get interrupted

39. Kisses to distract them from winning

40. "Just woke up" Kisses

41. Excited Kisses

42. Long awaited kisses

43. "I missed you so much" kisses

44. Sneaking up behind them and surprising them kisses

45. Kisses to help them concentrate

46. Kisses as a reward(passed a hard exam, won a game, etc)

47. "No! No! No! Wake up! Please!"

48. "Please don't leave"

49. "... I love you"

50. "You killed someone, do you really think they'll still love you?!"

51. "They were my world, but now they're gone"

52. "I miss you so much, please come back"

53. "I know you're gone, but i feel you here"

54. "Tears are all I see without you"

55. "You're happy, with someone else. And that hurts"

56. "Just leave!"

57. "Promise me you'll live a great life, without me"

58. "I don't need you"

59. "The world is dull without you"

60. "I miss being in your arms"

61. "Get out of my life!"

62. "I don't love you anymore"

63. "Goodnight, i have always loved you "

65. "I may be dying, but please, don't cry over me"

67. "Thank you, for helping me live the greatest life i could"

68. "These tears will never stop falling"

69. "You were so perfect, but now you're gone"

70. "You were so perfect, but now you're moved on"

71. That's the way to break my heart"

72. "You're happy in someone else's arms "

73. "Take me back to the good old days "

74. Billions of people in the world, and I chose you, how stupid was that"

75. "I wish i didn't have to lose you"

76. "I wish you didn't have to lose me "

77. "I wish that could be me "

78. Character A and Character B, sworn enemies, are chosen to prepare the company Christmas Party.

79. Character A's best friend rigs the Secret Santa, because they know Character A has a crush on Character B.

80. Character A's ex will be at the A is attending. Character B poses as A's fiancée.

81. "Don't look at me, I was still dead at the time."

82. "....Aren't you a little young, to be here?"

83. Character A and Character B meet in the ER on Christmas Eve.

84. Character A can't wrap gifts to save their life. Character B is their neighbor and can help.

85. Character A vows to do something nice for a stranger. Character B is that stranger.

86. Character A and Character B both sign up for a Pen Pal project to exchange postcards.

87. Character A and Character B broke up, but now they meet at a _____ party.

88. Character A is stuck working in a coffee shop on Christmas and Character B is the lonely soul spending their whole day there.

89. Character A's little sibling/child wants to meet their favorite celebrity/writer/person for their birthday. Character B is called "birthday present".

90. Character A can't travel to see their family on Christmas, so they invite their grumpy loner neighbor Character B.

91. Character A and Character B compete in (some kind of) house decoration.

92. Character A bakes too many ______ so they share it with Character B.

93. It's Character A's first Christmas since a tragedy.

94. Character A returns to their birth-town for the holidays. Character B is their estranged childhood best friend.

95. Character A is pretending to be their friend's lover for the sake of the friend's family. Character B is said friend's sibling.

96. Character A loses a bet and has to wear_____ . Character B won the bet.

97. Character A owns a _____ store. Character B is looking for a present.

98. Character A doesn't feel the Christmas spirit but Character B, who lives above them, keeps playing Christmas carols really loud.

99. Character A overhears Character B's birthday wish and decides to fulfill it.

100. Character A was planning to leave dramatically after their confession but character B unhooked their batteries when A wasn't looking so I guess they have to talk about it now.

101. Your doomsday device didn't work but it did put me in the hospital so what are you doing in my room?

102. We've been roommates for seven years and we had a fight but you left me a note right after you moved out saying you were in love with me.

103. "If we get out of this mess you and I are going to have a serious talk about the appropriate time for emotional conversations."

104. "According to these screenshots I need to leave the country immediately."

105. Spontaneously confessed to crush while under the influence.

106. Tried to have a conversation with a cardboard cutout after surgery.

107. "That's it I'm never leaving my room again I can't live this one down."

108. Gave a brutally honest opinion and doesn't remember it.

109. "You said you had the best idea ever and then proceeded to write [extremely stupid thing] as a note to yourself."

110. "tried kissing once and it wasn't for us."

111. We make out at parties and clubs so other folks will leave us alone.

112. "Of course I'm in their lap where else am I going to sit?"

113. Their constantly orbiting around each other.

114. "just because YOUR friends aren't affectionate doesn't mean that there's a problem with US".

115. platonic cuddle puddle.

116. Not so platonic cuddle puddle.

117. "So what we go on friend dates, don't make it weird."

118. Always carries the other's favorite snacks.

119. "I thought I told you to stop calling me 'Your Majesty'."

120. "Lower you weapons!"

121. "I...I am not worthy of this crown."

122. "People are fighting– dying for their kingdom! What kind of Ruler would I be if I didn't join them at the front lines?"

123. "You know I am a prince/princess/royal, right?" "Well yes-" "Then do me a favor and stop telling me what to do."

124. "Since when do you know how to wield a sword?"

125. "Go! If this kingdom goes down, then I will go down with it as it's Ruler"

126. "All the fine silks and perfumes in the world won't mask what a pompous jerk you are."

127. "After all this time, you still don't trust me?"

128. "Get me out of this dress!"

129. "Why so serious, Your Highness?"

130. "How does a walk through the gardens sound?"

131. "I do believe I've proven that you are more than a mere guard to me, ______."

132. "This kingdom cannot go on without you! Please, it's time for you to take your rightful place at the throne."

133. "Your Majesty, is that blood on your dress?"

134. "Walk with me, please. I can't stand another second in that room with their intoxicating pride and old perfumes."

135. "At ease, _____, I know I'm safe with you by my side."

136. "I see we're back to 'Your Highness'. "

137. "A moment with you is far more exciting than a lifetime of cheap conversations and corsets."

138. "...is that my crown you're wearing?"

139. "Promise you'll come back to me." "As long as you promise to wait for me."

140. "Let go of me– that is an order!"

141. "Forgive me, my love."

142. "No, no, it looks far better on you than it does me."

143."This is the part where I kiss the extremely beautiful princess, right?"

144. "how could I ever love someone else?"

145. I'm dancing with my demons

146.I just can't imagine how you could be okay now that I'm gone

147. "I wanna fall wide awake"

148. "You tell me it's alright but its not!"

149. "Tell me I'm forgiven... please."

150. "Nobody can save me"

151. "I don't wanna let you down"

152. "Only I can save me"

153. "There's no getting through to you"

154. "You say I can't understand"

155. "When you leave me, where do you go?"

156. "I'm just talking to myself"

157. "Can't you hear me calling you home?"

158. "You keep running like the sky is falling"

159. "I've got a long way to go and a long memory."

160. "If my armor breaks I'll fuse it back together"

161. "Please just don't give up on me"

162. "I know the words we said"

163. "This is not black and white"

164. "I was not mad at you"

165. "If you ever felt invisible, I won't let you feel that now"

166. "You just wanna know you're being heard"

167. "I don't like my mind right now"

168. "There's comfort in the panic"

169. "I drive myself crazy"

170. "Why is everything so heavy?"

171." I'm pretty sure the world is out to get me"

172. "I know I'm not the center of the universe"

173. "I only halfway apologize"

174. "I'll be sorry for now"

175. "Sometimes things refuse to go the way we planned"

176. "There will be a day that you will understand"

177. "After a while you may forget"

178. "I never wanted to say goodbye"

179. "I've never been higher than I was that night"

180. "Now I remember"

181. "I don't know what I want"

182. "Were there signs I ignored?"

183. "Can I help you not to hurt anymore?"

184. "Who cares if one more light goes out in a sky of a million stars?" "I do"

185. "You're angry, and you should be"

186. "It's not fair"

187. "You're gonna hurt someone"

188. "Watch the friends you keep."

189. "Sharp edges have consequences"

190. "Every scar is a story I can tell"

191. "I loved you like a house of cards, and let it fall apart"

192. "It made me who I am"

193. "We all fall down"

194. "We live somehow"

195. "I can't live without you."

196. "You're the only one for me."

197. "I've never loved anyone the way I love you."

198. "The things you do to me..."

199. "You're too good to me."

200. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

201. "You're the most beautiful person I know."

202. "Stay with me... please."

203. "Nothing has ever felt so right."

204. "You don't know how much you do for me just by being there."

205. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

206. "No matter what anyone says, I'll cherish you forever."

207. "You make it so easy to love you."

208. "I want to hold you and never let go."

209. "Kiss me."

210. "My only wish is to see you happy."

211. "You make me a better person."

212. "I love you more than words can express."

213. "Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, I just wish you had kept yours to yourself."

214. "I don't know how to tell you this, but yelling at someone to, stop panicking, isn't going to stop them from panicking."

215. "It's not your fault. Sometimes you can do everything right, and things will still go wrong.... This just happened to be one of those times."

216. ".....I'm going to pretend I didn't see that."

217. "Why am I the one who always ends up getting targeted by the creep of the week?!"

218. "Fuck.... I knew I should have bought those light up sneakers."

219. "None of this, seems healthy."

220. "....Should I be concerned?"

221. "I said pass it to me, not 'throw it in my general direction'!"

222. "It is my deep pleasure, to inform you that I am not the one in charge here."

223. "Quick! You hide the equipment, I'll hide the grenades!"

224. "Should I call someone for you?"

225. "Did you take anything?"

226. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

227. "When was the last time you ate anything?"

228. "Can you walk?"

229. "How do you think this will all end?"

230. "Do you need an ambulance?"

231. "Where you crying?"

232. "Should someone help you get home?"

233. "Do you know where you are?"

234. "Can you tell me your name?"

235. "Where do you want me to take you to?"

236. "Do you need my help?"

237. "How do you feel now?"

238. "Can I do anything that would make it better?"

239. "Do you want my jacket?"

240. "Can you let me see your eyes?"

241. "Should I stay a bit longer?"

242. "Will you be alright?"

243. "Do you have someone who can look after you?”

244. “An interesting crossover”

#writing prompt #story prompt #bucky barnes x reader #infinity war #avengers #deadpool #marvel #quotes #sherlock #star wars

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A non-canon changing of the events in Crimes of Grindelwald

Hundreds of witches and wizards stood up and cheered as Grindelwald ended his speech about dominance over muggles, his arms spread wide as he welcomed the joyous shouts and yells. Tina flinched, taking a few side steps closer to Newt as the crowd died down and Grindelwald continued to speak to the recipients. An encore at hand. "What are you gonna do?" Tina said breathlessly, staring at the crowd that rallied at Grindelwald's words. She turned to face Newt, her heart pounding in her ears as she drank in the sight of him. She shut her eyes to rid of the memory from only moments before,

He felt exquisite against her.

Newt stared at her then, and the first thing he noticed was the smudged state of her lipstick. Rouge was overlapped above her top lip, and it took everything in Newt not to reach out and trace it, to rid of this imperfection. Perfect, pristine Tina, never afraid, was now disheveled and worried. Scared, even. She stared back at him, unveiling the mask she put on to conceal the vulnerable person inside. Newt had no answers, and that frightened him. He didn't know what he was going to do., but telling Tina that would only scare her further. His eyes darted back and forth as he thought of an answer. "I'll think of something," he replied smoothly. Newt shifted toward her, running his hand down the length of her arm. "I always do, Tina. We can get through this."

They moved in conjunction together, all of their unspoken feelings coming to life.

Tina shook her head. "Look at all these people," she replied in disbelief, turning her head to face him. "You really think we can beat all of them?"

His kiss was soft and gentle, as if she was something delicate. Like an angel.

"I do, Tina. I do. I've fought in wars, we have our creatures, and you are the most powerful witch I have ever met," Newt said honestly, his expression soft as he tried to console her, though it was hard with his own panic threatening to spill at any moment. Newt didn't notice the way her breath hitched when he'd called his creatures theirs. He scanned the crowd of magicians, holding Tina close to him.They both knew how the night was going to end with them inevitably separating, dueling in their own separate battles. It's why, when Newt pressed a kiss to Tina's temple, she didn't object. "We can do this," he said before taking a shaky breath.

Tina was the first to pull away, flicking her eyes up to meet his and chuckling quietly. "I l-"

She was interrupted by a low grumble outside; it signified Grindelwald's arrival. They looked at each other once more, lost in the words they could no longer say.

Tina sighed, looking over the crowd and trying to decipher anyone she knew. Across the room Theseus and Leta were stationed together, and Tina was certain their conversation mirrored her and Newt's. She could barely picture the two, about to be wed, parting as they said what could be their final goodbyes. Her and Newt would soon do the same. Grindelwald was wrapping up his second speech, and Tina turned to face Newt. "Let's hope we get out of this thing alive," She mused quietly, searching his face. "And if we don't-"

Newt hushed her and brought a finger to her lips, shaking his head. "Not now, Tina. We mustn't act upon what could happen. We'll survive." Tina nodded and allowed herself to accept his embrace, breathing in the sultry, lovely scent of him. She locked it in a special place, deep in her head to be used only on the days she missed him most, if they were to be separated forever. The crowd below them began to stomp and cheer, and Tina drew her wand before she viewed something that stopped her in her tracks.

There, in the middle of a row of people, was her sister and the No-Maj they'd lost track of moments before.

Queenie, with her plaid dress and monochrome coat, stood with Jacob, who appeared dazed and confused, drinking in Grindelwald's words as if they were water and she were a thirsty beggar, starved for any kind of beverage that would quench her suffering And she was agreeing with them, as if every word he spewed wasn't a lie. As if world domination over those who were lesser and powerless against them was something she was okay with, all for the sake of love.

Newt saw her at the same time Tina did, and he reached out for her, who'd begun to pull away from his grasp. "You can't stop her," Newt said, his voice quiet. Many of Grindelwald's followers were beginning to disapparate, meaning the conference was coming to a close and the time to fight was drawing quick. "Her decision is clear, and we don't have time. We can only hope she's one of the ones who leaves. As for Jacob... oh, Merlin, look what he's gotten himself into-"

He trailed off when he saw the blank, closed off expression on Tina's face as she stared directly at her sister, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. She seemed to sway with the wind, her shoulders squared. It was a horrifying sight, Tina standing like that with Grindelwald's words barely audible behind her. "I'd promised to protect her," she said quietly. Newt watched the wind blow tendrils of Tina's bangs across her forehead, though she let them tangle with each other. "I protected her for years, but-" Tina took a deep breath- "It seems she's outgrown the protection."

With that, she let go of Newt and disapparated.

She landed a few steps above her sister and shoved others out of the way, pushing her way down the steps before reaching the blonde. Tina side-stepped in front of her, interrupting the clapping and smiling her sister was doing. Queenie paused for a moment, stunned, and then pushed Jacob away from her. Tina heard a snap! come from above her and she watched as Newt, panicked, apparated next to Jacob and began to tug on his arm. "Come now, it's not safe for a muggle like you here."

With Jacob safe in Newt's custody, the woman started to speak. "Why?" Tina asked breathlessly, her face showing clear distress. "How could you do this, Queenie? You know he's against everything we stand for!"

"No," Queenie said simply, watching her sister with pure defiance. Tina's eyes flicked up and over Queenie's shoulder, where she saw Newt dragging a curious Jacob up the steps and out of the arena. "He's against everythin' you stand for," Queenie reiterated, her expression stone cold, though hot tears pressed against her eyelids, daring to spill over. The two sisters almost mirrored each other. "I am in love with a No-Maj. Your congress does not allow that. Grindelwald's does. He's not a cruel man with cruel intentions." She kept her eyes on Tina as she spoke, never faltering as her sisters lips shook and breath hitched. "The cruel intentions come from your side. You won't allow me to be happy-"

"I want nothing but for you to be happy-"

"-because you think exposing the magical world is dangerous. I wasn't finished talkin'," Queenie added with a snap. They watched each other for a long time. Tina's breaths were shaky as she processed this betrayal. How could her sister have done this? Her sister, who she'd loved, nurtured, and cared for all her life? Her sister, who she'd been ordered to watch after their parents tragic demise? How could this sweet, beautiful creature turn into someone who followed the orders of a madman? Queenie shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "One of us had to be brave."

Tina gasped then, her features hardening as anger rose within her. "How dare you," she said, and her voice shook. "How dare you imply I'm not brave! You... you are the one whose not brave. You go running around with Jacob, cursed, unable to accept that you cannot love each other, and because of your blindness you've gone to join the most dangerous task force in the wizarding world and for what? Something as small as love?" The two watched each other, both steaming by the end of Tina's monologue. "I raised you, I put everything before myself for you, I postponed my career, I risked my career... everything I've done has been for you. Was that not enough?"

Queenie evaded her sister's expression, instead focusing on hitting the jugular. "You don't know or understand love because you refuse to accept it. You refuse to accept the fact that Newt is in love with you and that you broke his heart all because you thought he was married to Leta-"

"That's not the point!"

"And now he feels he cannot tell you how he truly feels because he fears you're still upset with him, and it's crushing him inside because he doesn't know that you love him back-"

"Queenie-"

"You broke him, Tina. He's closing off again; I know this. He's closing off because of you and your actions. You're losing the one man who could ever truly love someone like you-"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Because despite your flaws, despite your obstinacy, despite your inability to accept any feeling of attraction toward you, he loved you. He loves you for you, and all your faults. And that isn't enough for you, is it? It's never-"

"Why are you doing this?"

"It's never enough. You're afraid of it. You're afraid, Tina. The thought of love scares you, because you know it's right. You know it's right and that it's gonna hurt and it's gonna be incredible but you refuse to accept that you feel it for him because you have this idea that you gotta protect yourself from everything. You love him, Tina, and you can have him. I can't have Jacob. This is why I'm with Grindelwald. He can assure I get what I need. He won't take it away."

There they stood in the middle of the seating in an arena, the blonde destroying the brunette and watching as she broke down. Queenie didn't flinch when Tina pulled out her wand; instead, she took out her own. They were poised to fight each other, though neither made the first move. Queenie cocked an eyebrow, challenging the elder sibling. "Try me," she said smoothly, her violet eyes burning into their chocolate opponents. "You know I'm right, Tina. You know that-"

Newt came rushing down the stairs, interrupting Queenie's thoughts. Without a doubt, he pointed his wand at the blonde. "Don't move," he ordered, surprisingly demanding. Tina had never seen him like this. In a flash he was in front of her, one arm outspread to cover her. "Don't touch her," he said again, eyes focused on Queenie, whose face was radiating pure shock. "Have a go at me, if you must... but not Tina."

Tina grabbed onto Newt's arm, attempting to pull him back. "Newt, what're you doing?" She whispered when he refused to move, his body rigid like a stick caught in tar. Queenie watched the two of them, an amused smirk on her face. Tina realized then that this was what Queenie had wanted; a chance for succor, to have the final word and to force Tina to rush into a life she wasn't sure she wanted yet.

Well, she was sure, but that's besides the point.

"Keeping you from doing something you'll regret," Newt said after a moment's hesitation, lowering his defences as he realized Queenie had no intent on harming them. Tina frowned, backing away and loosening her hold on him. "Queenie," he said quietly, forcing himself to meet the witch's violet eyes. His voice was low as he spoke. "There is another way. You don't have to fall victim to his words. You are not alone. We can fight this law, and break it, together. Grindelwald's way simply won't work."

"No," Queenie said sternly. "I've seen into his mind, Newt, it's... it's amazin', the things he plans on doin'. They'll work. I know they will. And I can't..."

The blonde trailed off again, looking toward the ground as the couple stared at her with wide eyes. "You can't... what?" Tina asked, daring to take a few steps forward.

"I can't fight with the congress that's betrayed me."

#newt scamander #fbawtft #newtina #tina goldstein #the goldstein sisters #angst #fluff #jakweenie #queenie goldstein #jacob kowalski #crimes of grindelwald #non-canon compliant #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fantastic beasts movie #katherine waterston #the crimes of grindelwald #harry potter #leta lestrange #porpentina goldstein #porpentina #alison sudol

[tuancore]

Lost You (Part 14) :

Starring- Jinyoung x reader

Genre- Angst

Summary- It's your choices and actions which made you miserable.

You could feel your entire world collapsing before you, oxygen leaving your lungs, suffocating you to death. It was a horrible feeling, your body was crying for oxygen to let you live, but you had absolute no reason to. As much as it killed you inside you were going to meet ends by killing yourself from outside as well.

As soon as your eyes shut close, you felt yourself falling into some sort of black hole, getting sucked from within. Thats it, you are going to leave everything behind and rest in piece, you thought.

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The doctors operated on you restlessly for hours, Jinyoung stood outside the operation theatre his face already pale and puffy from crying. All he prayed was for you to be safe and to come back to life, To him, To your love, To where you belonged.

The doctors were finally done operating on you after two and a half hours.

"Doctor, how's she? She's fine right? Nothing happened to her right—" Jinyoung clouded the doctors with multiple questions his fingers intertwined together. Exhaling a short breath, they replied "Mr. Park, we managed to save her..but if she—".

"If she what doctor?" He shouted impatiently, "You See.....Mr. Park we have to wait till she gains consciousness until then we can't say anything clearly, let's just hope for the best, now if you excuse me" The doctor excused himself leaving Jinyoung behind, crying to himself.

BamBam approached him, embracing Jinyoung in his arms, rubbing his back, "Hyung, Noona will wake up soon. Don't worry, she's the strongest".

"But BamBam what if she never wakes up, what if I lose her?" Jinyoung panicked, grabbing his hairs harshly "I can't lose her Bam, I can't, how will I even breathe seeing her in this condition?".

"Hyung, Hyung....please calm down, nothing bad will happen, have some faith in her, she won't leave you", BamBam tried to assure him, "If anything she loves you, she'll not go anywhere leaving me, leaving you, any of us".

And just like that it's been two months and you still haven't opened your eyes. Seeing your lifeless form before his eyes were burning and eating Jinyoung alive, he felt so helpless for the first time in his life, even if he gave up all his money and his soul he won't be able to wake you up. All he was required to do was pray and wait for a new day to bring the possibility of you waking up.

"Oppa..." The voice made Jinyoung turn his head around, while he sat beside your ward bed on a barstool holding onto your cold hands securingly, "Minyoung, You here? Not having work today?".

"I do have work but I wanted to visit Unnie first, that's all" She smiled, staring at you, "Oppa, I just hope she wakes up soon, it's been so long. It's kind of hard to not have her around and I want you to be healthy Oppa, you're neither eating nor sleeping properly. Do you think unnie will be happy seeing you like this?".

"Yeah, you're right...." He turned to face you, his heart hurting everytime to see your hands getting pierced with syringes and that oxygen mask which was keeping you stable, " But Minyoung, I'm healthy don't worry, as long as she's by my side, I'll be okay ".

"Where's BamBam?" Minyoung asked, "I thought he would be here".

"BamBam? He hasn't visited for two to three days, anyways why are you asking about him?" Jinyoung asked back, raising his brows in curiosity.

"Stop with that suspicious upfront" Minyoung laughed hitting Jinyoung's shoulders playfully, "Lisa unnie was worried about him, he hasn't been answering her phone calls".

"Lisa hmm, there's nothing to be worried about he's busy with things at the studio, tell her not to care about that dork that much. Yugyeom is there with him" Jinyoung laughed, "Oppa if he's with Yugyeom it's 110% confirm that they'll cause some trouble, for you all to wrap up later, it's so casual for Lisa unnie to get worried".

"I know, I know. Salute to Lisa for bearing with BamBam's annoying ass" Jinyoung grinned, at the thought of Lisa always running after BamBam with the amount of headache he gives her.

"Aigoo it's already, 11:47. I guess I'll be on my way to the clinic, see you Oppa" She hugged Jinyoung gently, then after facing you again, "Unnie wake up soon, we're all missing you a lot".

"Please baby, please come back to me, with every passing second, I'm losing a part of myself" He sniffed, reminiscing the times you both have spent together, "Remember baby you always scolded me for not helping in household chores, and that one day you'll leave me if I didn't start being a good boyfriend, helping you with those. I'm sorry...." He sobbed kissing your knuckles, "I'll do whatever you'll ask me to, I promise. I'll do the dishes, I'll do the laundry, I'll clean the washroom. Anything, I'll keep you like the princess you are....all you have to do is come back to me. Please....I love you. Please".

"Bam the hell are you doing?" Lisa growled through her phone, making her boyfriend shudder in fear, "I'm sorry Lili baby I was busy".

"Busy? What kind of busy? That you haven't answered my calls for three days, not even a single message", she continued ranting while BamBam bit his bottom lips nervously, glancing at Yugyeom every now and then who was busy drinking his chocolate milk, "Baby...I'm just busy at the studio with some mixtapes, it's been exhausting lately. I promise I'll call you from now onwards, don't worry too much, hmmm?".

Sighing loudly, Lisa mumbled "Okay, take care, by the way Bam".

"Yes Lili?".

"Just go and visit the hospital, Minyoung told me that Jinyoung's condition is also worsening, it's not good for his health", She explained, tone laced with concern, "Lisa, hyung hasn't been himself since the day Noona— I'll spare myself some time and go there".

"Sounds good, and one more thing. I'm coming back in five days" Lisa contained herself from squealing. BamBam's face lit up at the news, clutching his phone tight he grinned widely, "OMG! Finally! You've been stuck at Rosé's place for three weeks now, that's enough for her".

"Yeah, but it's definitely not enough. I'm cutting my visit short because my childish boyfriend is being a nut".

"Hey! What do you mean by a nut? I'm the coolest you know so it's definitely you who's a nut" He bragged, dabbing again. Yugyeom let out a scoff walking out of the room.

"And I'm the hottest okay" She chuckled lightly, "Yeah yeah a very hot nut though, Lisa come back soon I miss you", he muttered lovingly.

"I miss you more Bamie".

________

The work and everything started getting the best out of Jinyoung, he was ditching meals and sleep continuously. He ran from office to hospital and then from hospital to office without any fixed schedule. Everyone requested him to get some rest at home, Yugyeom and BamBam even suggested that they will keep an eye on you. But Jinyoung was not satisfied with any of that, if he wants to be with you, Then he will be with you. His words were solidified in concrete.

Except for today, everyone planned on not letting Jinyoung step inside your ward until and unless he attends today's meeting. The investor was giving up a huge amount for the project and Jinyoung's company can't miss on this.

"You guys sure that this will convince Sir to attend the meeting?" A blonde lean boy one of Jinyoung's employees asked, chewing his fingertips, "Of course! Hyunjin don't worry. Noona means the world to Jinyoung hyung, he'll even walk to the moon just for her sake, so chill", Yugyeom encouraged Hyunjin who was still not so sure.

"Please hyungs do anything, but please please convince Sir to lead on this meeting. He has been rescheduling this meeting for weeks and I don't think that the investor himself have that much patience" Hyunjin explained desperately, "I do understand that he's here for ma'am he cares for her, he loves her but job is also important. Please convince hi—".

"Shut up! He will go with you, just stop with your blabbering" BamBam shouted, irritated hearing Hyunjin's pleadings since then.

BamBam and Yugyeom proceeded with their plan by locking your room's door from inside not letting Jinyoung in, "Hyung! You'll get to see her after the meeting only!" BamBam shouted from inside holding onto the knob tightly.

"BamBam that's not fair! You can't do this I swear I'll break the door if you don't open it!" Jinyoung snarled from outside banging on the wood. "Stop banging loudly, Do you want Noona to get disturbed?" BamBam's words made Jinyoung stop and sigh in defeat, "Fine I'll go....".

"Good choice, so we'll be waiting for you right here after few hours...." BamBam smiled waving a bye from the little glass hole in the door, "Few hours" Jinyoung repeated sadly not wanting to leave you even for a second.

"After you Sir" Hyunjin spoke for the first time after Jinyoung's arrival. He nodded after capturing your form, grabbing the file from Hyunjin's grasp walking towards the exit flipping through the pages, with Hyunjin following behind.

Yugyeom and BamBam passed a thumbs up towards Hyunjin, mouthing "Told you".

Unlocking the door, BamBam and Yugyeom plopped themselves on the couch. Both of them already tired from sweating day and night at the studio, but they knew that someone has to look after Jinyoung because he has completely lost himself.

Suddenly your heart rate monitor started to beep sending a panic wave through BamBam and Yugyeom. They jumped to their feet running to examine you, your breathing was highly unstable even though you had the oxygen mask.

BamBam stayed with you while Yugyeom rushed outside to call a doctor to check on your not so good seeming state. Your chest heaved up and down due to your erratic breathing, your lungs suffocating you.

"Noona... Noona...." He called out desperately, "Nothing will happen to you Noona...", BamBam pulled out his phone ready to dial Jinyoung's number but stopped at the thought of Jinyoung being in the meeting.

"Doctor please...do something it looks like she's getting short of breath" Yugyeom barged in along with the doctor, she immediately stood beside you, checking your pulse rate and heart rate.

She injected you with some medicine, then again leveling the monitors after awhile your breathing was back to normal. BamBam and Yugyeom almost had a cardiac arrest, if it wasn't for the doctor to have you stable again.

"What was happening to her?" BamBam asked the doctor, "She's fine right?".

"Don't worry she's good, and I think she'll wake up soon" She smiled at both of them, before walking away.

"Gyeomie...." BamBam whispered facing him. Yugyeom nodded with a smile, "Yes yes I heard, Noona we're waiting".

Your head started throbbing with pain, almost unbearable, you tried opening your eyes but squinted them with the ache, tears filling your eyes. You heard someone calling your name voice laced with shear panic.

"Noona!" With the last call out, you opened your eyes, panting and sweating heavily as if you've ran a marathon, "Calm down, calm down..... Everything is okay, you're okay. Slow down, breathe in, breathe out".

"BamBam...." You whispered, through the mask. Later catching the proper rhythm of breath, still with your head throbbing you managed to rotate your eyes across the room. Hospital.

"I didn't die?" You mumbled which was audible enough for BamBam and Yugyeom to hear. "Noona, stop saying things like that. You're safe and sound. Nothing happened to you by god's grace", Yugyeom snapped, shaking his head.

You didn't dare to ask about Jinyoung, not that he has left your mind or heart, but the slightest thought of him pained your heart, neither did Yugyeom or BamBam were bothered enough to bring Jinyoung up.

Later the doctors performed few tests on you to make sure everything was normal. Fortunately the reports were declared normal and that if you wish you can get back home as soon as possible.

"Shouldn't we call Jinyoung hyung and let him know about her?" Yugyeom asked BamBam, "We should but not now, he's still in the meeting and if we informed him right now, he'll leave that meeting in between and hurry here, which we don't want..." BamBam explained, waiting for doctors to shift you back to your ward.

Thanks to the medicines, due to which your headache completely vanished, you still felt light headed almost floating in the sky, legs wobbly, breathing heavily. The doctor handed you a pair of clothes for you to change from that hospital gown.

"This...." You asked the doctor confused about the clothes which you were certain belonged to you, hesitantly taking the dress from her hand. "The young man who's with you kept these clothes just in case and see it was fruitful", You nodded your head mind thinking about BamBam since he was the one with you meanwhile the doctor clearly referred to Jinyoung.

"You can walk..." Yugyeom uttered examining you from head to toe as you walked with the doctor. "Of course I can, I didn't break my legs".

"So wanna go home?" The doctor asked you with a humble smile, "If you want you can, I'll just arrange the discharge papers".

"Will it be okay to take her so soon, like she just woke up?" BamBam asked worriedly. "Everything is fine, you can take her home. She'll get proper rest at home".

Sitting at the backseat of BamBam's car you stared outside of the window, it was already evening with the sun almost setting while BamBam sat on the driver's nseat with Yugyeom beside him.

"Noona Jinyoung hyung isn't at home, he's busy in some meeting, so no one would be at home, if you want I can take you—" Cutting BamBam in the midway, you sighed in frustration, "I don't want to hear anything about Jinyoung Bam! Just take me somewhere else but not to him".

Yugyeom and BamBam locked eyes in eternal confusion and shock, "What do you mean by not to him?".

"I just don't want to see his face, I don't wanna go back to him".

"But Noona he—".

BamBam held Yugyeom's arms shushing him, "So I'll take you to Youngjae's place then...".

Eyes widening you shrieked loudly, "Youngjae's place? BamBam have you both completely lost it. Why would I want to go to that bastard's place, he's the reason why me and Jinyoung are having problems".

"What do you mean?" Yugyeom cut in curtly.

"I know Youngjae is the one responsible for mine and Jinyoung's relationship to end so brutally!" You snarled clenching your fists, your nails almost digging into your palm's flesh.

"I know you both knew this, then why would you want to take me to his place?", You asserted your pitch rising with every word.

"Because he's your bestfriend" Yugyeom and BamBam announced in unison. Your face falling at their words, pondering over it, a sharp pain shot through your head making you groan in pain.

Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15

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#got7 imagines #got7 jinyoung #got7 x reader #jinyoung imagines #got7 angst #got7 bambam #got7 jackson #got7 jaebeom #got7 mark #got7 youngjae #got7 yugyeom #jinyoung angst

[non-stop-imagines]

Movie Night

Request: heyy! I'm not sure if your still taking requests from your first list #1. BUUUT. what if you wrote a drabble where its the 21st century post endgame and Bucky is sexually attracted to Sams friend (who is black) but she doesn't believe Sam when he tells her . Using:  21 "I'm flirting with you" and any other quote/s of your choice. PS: I LOVE YOUR WORK

Promps Used (All from Drabble List #1): #21 "I'm flirting with you", #86. How long have you been standing there?”, #17. Well….don’t keep me waiting.”, #3. "I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader (Post-Endgame)

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: Explicit Language, some implied smut but nothing tooooo in depth

A/N: HIII!!!!! Hope you all are staying safe during these crazy times. As you can see I took some quarantine free time which also happened to be my wisdom teeth removal recovery time to write a little something.😏 Hopefully with the shift of all of my classes to online it will give me a bit more free time to write some more but until then, hope you all enjoy!! Love you all!!!😘💖💛💖💛💖💛

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Everythings so different, but you feel the same. You splash water from the sink onto your face and study your facial features. It’s been 5 years, and you don’t feel a second older, but when you look around you see the difference. Living with Sam is the only thing that has made you feel normal, like nothing has changed. You take your hair out from the pulled back bun it was in to release the tension on your head then head out to the living room, stopping in the archway when you see Bucky sitting on the couch. This was the fifth time this week you have walked out of your room in the morning to see Bucky sitting on the couch, and it was only Friday.

“You might as well live here, Buck.” You grin, giving some attention to his reddening complexion as you head back to the kitchen to get some coffee.

“Please don't give him any ideas.” Sam pleads from the stove, where he was scrambling eggs and letting sausage cook in another pan. You giggle at the distress in his voice as you continue to pour an ungodly amount of sugar and milk into your coffee. Ever since the final battle between the Avengers and Thanos and Steve’s exit to the past, Bucky has found a companion in Sam, which is basically like befriending a disgruntled 80 year old veteren, which was apparently right up Bucky’s ally, but you could also feel that Bucky’s constant presence had something to do with you too. His stare would linger a second longer than normal when you walked into view, his touch was always extremely gentle, but only occured in situations where a touch would be necessary. Sam has told you on a few occasions that Bucky had a thing for you, but he’s said that to you as a joke before, so why would this be any different.

“I don’t think it would be that bad. Heck, I barely ever know when he’s here. It would be like having a ghost in the house.” You chuckle at your joke and take a sip from your pink and grey marbled mug, feeling even more accomplishment when you hear Bucky’s chuckle. “Hey Buck, would you like something to drink? Coffee? Apple juice? Orange juice?”

“Apple juice would be great, thank you.” You give him a nod and quickly pull a glass from the cabinet and fill it with apple juice, then bring it back to the living room, bending over to grab a coaster and then placing the glass on top. During this short 5 second moment, you could feel Bucky’s eyes on you, more specifically your butt, clad in short black varsity shorts that were previously only assumed to be present due to their hidden placement beneath your oversized Disneyland t-shirt.

“Come on and eat, you two.” Sam’s voice breaks Bucky’s trance, making him get up and head to the kitchen, grabbing a plate and filling ⅔’s of it with eggs and a few pieces of sausages.

“How many waffles would you like, Buck?” You smile up at Bucky, the significant height difference between you two has always made you feel some type of way.

“No, it's my turn. You go sit.” He turns and goes to quickly wash his hands, your heart stopping for a moment before remembering the unfortunately myriad amount of times he has had to tell you that his mechanical arm is, in fact, waterproof. You nod, then place a few pieces of sausage on your plate, bypassing the scrambled eggs, then heading to the small four chaired dining table. A couple minutes later Bucky approaches the table, his plate in one hand and the plate of toasted and buttered Eggos in the other. You grab a couple from the plate using your fork and place them on your plate, then grab the bottle of syrup next to the plate of waffles and dosing your stack with an amount of syrup that earns you questioning looks. You just shrug then cut into your stack. The small house was quiet for a moment as everyone took the time to enjoy the beginning of their breakfast until you had an idea for that night.

“We should have a movie night tonight.” You take a bite of waffle and then a short sip of coffee to wash it down. You look at your two tablemates who you could tell were trying to come up with an excuse not to, but you beat them to it. “Sam, do I have to bring up the number of times you dragged me to a bar when I def should’ve been doing homework in college?” He widens his eyes and bends his head back down to his plate. “And Bucky, baby, I did not have to welcome you into our home and feed you, now did I?” His face reddens and he reaches up to push back the rouge strands of hair that fell from his newly short hair cut. “Come on, we’ll do rock paper scissors to decide who gets to choose the movie.”

“Y/N, we all know it’ll end up being you who gets that final say in movie choice. You're lucky we're agreeing after your poor attempt at blackmailing us.” You smile brightly at Sam’s secession then stand up to gather the dishes from the table so you can wash them, refraining from grabbing Bucky’s dishes after noticing that he wasn’t done eating yet.

“Thank you for making it easy for me. And as a thank you the movie/movies that I will choose are the first three Star Wars movies.” You look back and smile at your friends less than pleased face.

“I still don’t understand why you like those three movies out of all the Star Wars movies.” Sam shakes his head and scrolls down a message on his phone.

“Young Mark Hamill and young Harrison Ford, need I say more.” You shrug and start to run the hot dish water, then gather and organize the dirty dishes at the side of the sink. Once the water was ran and the utensils were swiftly pushed into the water, Bucky’s towering presence was felt behind you, a bit of pressure being placed on your back.

“Is it okay if I place these here?” His voice was damn near a whisper, like he was trying to secretly whisper seductive words into your ears, being sure that Sam didn’t hear anything.

“Yeah, t-totally fine.” You shift slightly to the right to try to get out of his way, but his hand being briefly placed on your hip stopped you in your tracks and caused a sensation between your legs that you haven’t felt in forever. After he sets his dishes next to the sink and utensils in the water he makes his way back to the table as if nothing happened.

“Since you’re forcing us to have this movie night, you have to let us go to the training facility for a bit. We’ll stop and get the snacks on the way home.” It took you a moment to come out from your stupor and fully understand the words that come from Sam’s mouth before your answered.

“I would not have stopped you from training in the first place but thank you for volunteering to pick up the snacks. You’re great.” You look back and give him the large goofy smile that in some cases, such as this one, greatly irritates him. You turn back to the sink and finish the utensils, then quickly wash the few large dishes left by the sink before going back to your bathroom to take a shower, but not before saying bye to the two men at the table, knowing that you would not be out of the bathroom before they left for training.

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“Why not just make a move on her? Trust me, she would not mind you just picking her up and carrying her to the nearest bedroom.” Bucky just continues to throw hard, randomly alternating jabs at the punching bag in front of him, wondering how his friend got to this topic.

“I’ve tried. Nothing seems to work.” Bucky stops his punching to wipe the sweat from his face and to get a swig of water.

“You call whatever the fuck that was at the sink this morning trying? It was like watching a prepubescent boy flirt for the first time.” Bucky looked up at Sam from the floor with shock and slight embarrassment, then back down at his water bottle. Sam takes a moment to text you something then places his attention back onto Bucky. “Man, you're both grown adults. You know what you need to do. But remember, Y/N is not one to back down from a challenge.” Sam pats his friends back then walks back over to the chin up station, stretching real quick before hoping back on, leaving Bucky to think.

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From Sammie Boy 👴🏿:

Listen, I hope you understand I wasn’t joking when I said that Buck has a thing for you.

You shake your head and smile at the random text and answer before gently placing a paper face mask over your damp face.

Y/N:

I mean, it didn’t seem all that likely to me. 🤷🏿‍♀️ He doesn’t talk to me all that much but I have caught him staring a couple times. 👀👀

You shrug at your answer and toss your phone onto the bed, then head out to the kitchen to get some water. You come back to a text.

From Sammie Boy 👴🏿:

Listen to me. Tonight I want you to do what you know how to do. See for yourself what you do to him and for goodness sakes girl try and get pipped 🍆. I’m hella tired of hearing your horny ass in the middle of the night. 😤😵

You refrain from blowing water out of your nose after reading Sam’s all too real and all too loud text. Once you gain your composure you text back.

Y/N:

Ight, nigga. Hush. I’ll see what I can do. Also don’t forget to get my Airhead Xtreme Bites and Cookie Dough bites.

You chuckle at your response then set your phone back down onto the bed, then begin to sit and think about your current attire. After a few more minutes you get up to remove the face mask and rinse and moisturize your face then head back to your dresser to change pajamas into something more provocative. You keep on the short pajama shorts that you were already wearing due to their habit of riding up and switch your shirt to something shorter and slightly tighter. You keep a primarily bare face except for a coat of mascara and close to a boat load of lip gloss, leaving your lips practically dripping. You keep your curls out, knowing that men seem to find your free flying afro more sexy. Once you're done you grab a few pillows from your room and pile them onto the couch in the living room, along with two large throw blankets for obvious reasons. Once you had the couch set up and began to go to Star Wars Episode IV, you hear the front door unlock and open. You try to figure out a subtly sexy way to be found sitting on the couch, but decide to just sit with one leg bent in, stretch marks on your upper thigh being fully visible. “What’s up?! Y’all ready or what?”

“Can’t we take a shower first? Damn.” Sam bitches, taking the snacks to the kitchen. You roll your eyes then settle your gaze onto Bucky, greeting him with a shy, sultry smirk.

“Fine, you big baby. James, you can use my shower if you want.” You let Bucky’s name flow from your mouth then turn your attention back to the T.V, starting the movie then quickly pausing it and standing up to go back to the kitchen to set the snacks up. You knew fully well that your pajama shorts were noticeably riding up your butt, but you sure took your time adjusting the dilemma as you walked around the other side of the couch, no where near the front door where Bucky was still standing, staring.

“Uh, t-thanks, Y/N.” He takes his duffle bag over to your room, trying to avert his attention from you. Once he is out of ear shot Sam comes up to you at the microwave.

"I know I told you to do what you knew how, but damn!" He takes a step back and looks you up and down.

"With a promise of getting dicked down I had to pull it all the stops." You shrug and start the popcorn in the microwave, then move to the cabinet to pull out some bowls to pour all the snacks into. “Now, go shower so phase 2 of my plan can begin.” You Wave him off then open the two boxes of cookie dough bites to pour into one of the bowls.

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It's been about 15 minutes since Bucky and Sam got back and now they were finally on the couch, ready to start the movie. The more appropriate description of your configuration would be you and Bucky under one large blanket on the main couch and Sam laid back in the recliner at the left of the couch near the hallway entrance to your room.

“Alright, losers. You guys ready?” You earn lackluster cheers from the two then begin the movie. You already had Sam turn off the light, so the only illumination in the room came from the television. About ten minutes into the movie, you make the move to cuddle up close to Bucky, placing your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his metal arm, which seems to heat up slightly at your contact. With your focus on the movie, Bucky takes a moment to give Sam a surprised and slightly confused look. All Sam does is nod towards you, indicating that it was his turn to make a move. He slowly removes his arm from your grips and wraps it around your shoulders, pulling you closer so that you now had your hands placed on his chest. You guys stayed like this for a while, both of you thoroughly enjoying the movie until Sam became bored and wanted to see some action between the two of you.

“Y/N, can you hand me the cookie dough bites?” Sam points to the bowl that you deliberately placed at the end of the table, to which you nod and bend across Bucky’s lap to grab. You purposely place your hand high on his thigh, extremely close to his junk, and poke your butt in the air more than obviously needed. You take longer than necessary to grab the bowl, feeling something poke your abdomen as you begin to pull back, causing Bucky to quickly stand up and head to Sam’s bathroom after frantically asking. You hand Sam the bowl as you both watch him make his way back there.

“Dang, you work quick, don’t you?” You shrug and take an Airhead Xtreme bite from the bowl in front of you.

“I think it helped that I kept some lingerie that I def haven’t worn recently hanging out of my hamper when he went to take a shower in my bathroom.” You pause the movie and give Sam a sly smile, making you both crack up. Around 10 minutes later, Bucky returns to the living room and sits next to you again, his now greatly increased body heat warming you up again. You work hard to hide a smirk as you go to play the movie again, cuddling back up to Bucky. A few minutes later, you hear light snores come from Sam’s direction, and you look over to indeed see Sam knocked out on the recliner. You chuckle then get up to move him to his room.

“You need help?” Bucky stands from the couch to assist you but stops when he sees you give Sam a more than light tap on the arm.

“I got it. Thank you, though.” You look back and smile at him then adjust your shorts before leading Sam to his room. You let him wrap his arm around your shoulders as you lead him to his bedroom, unknowing of Bucky following close behind and stopping at the bedroom door frame. You drop Sam into his bed and, after promptly moving back his comforter, place his legs on the bed and then his comforter on top. Before leaving the bedside, Sam pulls you back towards him.

“I swear if I am not woken up by loud noises from your side of the house, imma be pissed.” He says straight faced, making you chuckle then letting you go so you can leave. Once you do turn around to the door you jump at the sight of Bucky standing at the door frame. You bend over slightly and grasp your chest.

“Oh my gosh, How long have you been standing there?” You whisper, making your way past Bucky out of the room, brushing your hip against his leg as you do.

“N-not long. I was just making sure you didn’t need any help.” He follows closely behind you, plopping down close next to you once you sit back down onto the couch. You two cuddle back up again, staying like that for a minute, before you begin to mess with Bucky’s hair, scratching closely at his scalp, watching his face as he closes his eyes, relishing in the calming feeling. Little did you know that his comfort plus the warmth radiating from his body caused you to drift asleep and begin a more than PG-13 dream. You were outside in a swimsuit in the middle of summer, the heat in the air drawing you to the pool that you stood by. As you sit next to the pool prepared to hop in, you jump slightly at the sudden presence of two hands placed on your upper thighs, one of which is a cold metal hand. You look up from your thighs to look into the face of the owner of the hands, which was none other than Bucky Barnes.

“Come on, Y/N, what are you waiting for?” He doesn’t hesitate to pull you into the pull and then pull at the ties keeping your neon pink bathing suit bottoms on your body. Once removed, he pulls them from the pool and tosses them to the side, then uses his mechanical hand to pull your left leg up to his waist, allowing his other hand to graze your pussy. Before anything could happen in your dream, you let out an audible moan that wakes you up, causing you to begin to breathe deeply and your heart rate to increase. You look at your phone on the coffee table, noticing that you were only asleep for no more than 15 minutes. “Hey, are you alright?” Bucky places a hand on your leg, closer to your knee, you just give him a smirk.

“I’m fine.” You get closer to his ear, lacing your fingers through his hair again. “It’s just, I can’t stop thinking about you.” You get up from the couch and head over to the hallway entrance to your room, stopping at the archway and turning to look at Bucky, leaning against the wall. “ You know I'm flirting with you, right, James?”You slyly smirk at his slow nod and then strut into your room, quickly hopping into your bed and making the prompt decision to remove your shirt, displaying your simple black bra with lace detailing. A minute rolls by and there is still no sign of Bucky, so you get up and make your way back to the archway. “Well….don’t keep me waiting.” Your words and the sight of your partially naked body breaks Bucky’s concentration on your previous words and causes him to swiftly make his way over to you, picking you up and flinging you over his shoulder, taking you to your room prepared to have you make noises that will definitely wake Sam up and keep him awake, along with the rest of the block.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x black!reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x black!reader #james barnes x black!reader #the winter solider imagine #winter soldier x reader #sam wilson

[the-satellite]

Hello friends and welcome to ☆Hateful Nostalgia☆. I was exposed to the mob talker mod WAY too young bc I was an unsupervised child on the internet watching mod showcases and SkyDoesMinecraft. Looking back these sucked, the stories were often bland and the designs were milk toast at best and tits out at worst. So for the sake of procrastinating on working on anything substantial I grabbed the main 6 I remembered and gussied em up. Redesigns, rewrites, better names, all that bullshit. If your interested in better photos, design notes, story details and rambling hit the basement, otherwise here's a line up you should click for better quality.

Also I wrote all this once before already but I deleted it like a dumb bitch. On the night Unus Annus was murdered in front of my eyes no less. Was a rough fuckin night.

The Creeper- Kupa. An explosive pyromaniac with a habit of making empty threats and yelling. She protects what she believes to be her territory with a suicidal passion, but if you manage to get her to cool down and soften up she's pretty sick to hand out with. Hard of hearing, has at least one bout of head trauma at all times, and deathly allergic to cats.

Because the creeper is kinda the og I wanted to reference AT2's design more than the others, but I'm p sure the only thing I actually kept was the red hair and brown gloves. Otherwise I was doing whatever. I really wanted to lean into the explody bit of creepers, so I gave her some bite and dressed her in clothes referenced from Irish railroad workers. This may also be why I keep imaging her with a very heavy Irish or Scottish accent, whichever would be most incomprehensible when angry. Every color but her skin was color picked from one of the references, with some minor alterations for makes my eyes happy reasons.

With Kupa I imagine a story line with her would largely be about her as a character and her development than like an actual adventure narrative like everyone else. She starts off ready to blow up both you and herself in a misguided attempt to defend what she sees as her's and opens up and learns not everyone is out to get her. Lots of time taken to understand her childhood and how she ended up how she is. Very simple, probably the default or tutorial run people would go through.

The Zombie- Bee. The ill husk of a missing explorer suffering from a less than conventional appetite. She wallows in her self imposed loneliness, believing herself to be an irredeemable monster doomed to hurt those around her. What she really needs is a buddy and some clue to who she used to be. Rough voiced, chronically fatigued, and prone to spontaneous combustion in sunlight.

 I definitely consider this one the weakest for design sadly. I imagined Zombies as humans who went into strange caves and caverns and didn't come out for years, only to pop up as completely different people. I just tossed AT2's design. The first thing I did was make her a bit of a genderbent Steve and tinted her green bc Zombies in game are just Steve but green. Tore up her clothes, colored picked the darkest colors I could from the clothes on the in game and boom, Bee. I do vaguely regret not making her eyes pure black but I also still wanted her to be human enough to fit with the other overworld mods.

 Ok so Bee actually has a basic story. When you meet her she's aggressive, but as a warning. She fears the possibility she may hurt somebody so heads for threats immediately. Going back and forth between her cave and village for a while you learn more about the situation with the missing folks who come back and Bee as a person. After a bit you pick her up off her depressed ass and start a nocturnal adventure of refinding your past, adapting to who your becoming, overcoming self destuction, and slow burn babey!!! 

The Skeleton- Ulna. One of the few surviving warriors of a now destroyed kingdom and dead culture. She spends most of her time now traveling alone, hiding in trees and shooting anything see sees as a threat- which is everything- in the face with homemade arrows. Very much suffering from loss of her home and a bad case of lost purpose. A woman of few words, very antisocial, and naturally nocturnal.

 I came in with the Skeleton wanting to make her seem mysterious, so my first thought was immediately a cloak and a mask, but I wanted her face to like be visible so I went with the face paint. I didn't actually know that I wanted to do under there so I went with wraps that are reminiscent of the original outfit but still not tits out bc it's so fucking easy! Gave her a quiver, color picked the cloak and face paint from the in game model and the wraps from AT2'S art. I did like. Subconsciously draw her eyes the way I do Asian characters but I didn't have anything specific in mind so like go nuts with what you think she is.

 Ulna's deal is very much her lack of purpose or home and the entire thing is about finding that again. She's found sitting up in a tree during a storm pointing a bow and arrow into your face. She eventually let's you stick around until the storm is over and theres some bonding into deep night until the rain stops. You ask if she wants to come with on your little travelling sword for hire business, she says sure, sleep schedule shenanigans, backstory angst, and road trip bonding happens and she eventually decides that helping people is her new purpose and you're her new home

The Spider- Park. A young adult experiencing the world for the first time through her tribe's rite of passage. She's really just trying to figure out how to live life outside of the cave she's been stuck in her entire life and aggressively trying to be an independent adult despite not knowing anything about being an independent adult. Its projection. Blind in the daylight, naive and excitable, and taken to refusing help at her own risk.

 Ok so. I don't know who looked at the spider and said "purple haired loli with puffy pants" so I once again yeeted the whole thing, only really keeping the kinda cutesy and childish bits. Spiders are a tribe of humans what live in caves unless they've broken off to live on the surface. Kids are kept inside until they hit a certain milestone, where they come up to explore at night. They're usually small and pale, but are pretty kickass when necessary. Again picked the colors off the in game model, played with the lightest gray for the skin, and bc I couldn't figure out anyway to use the stripes so they're on the patches lol.

 Park's meeting is probably the funniest and most meet cute one here, in that she accidentally drops on top of you from a little cliff drop off. Cue loads of apologies and an explanation about the spider deal and being blind in light. She asks for some help getting around and bam babey friendship and emotional attachment! What follows is kinda a buddy of coming of age story with the obligatory goes home and is miserable scene. Generally it's just about being a scared young adult and having someone to fall back on and why that's important. Also crushes and young people being bad at that.

 The Blaze- Amber. A demonic entity who would let the world burn and the sun die if it meant she'd get her soul back. She's known for being ruthless, taking souls through force instead of making deals like other Blazes. Keeps this forceful nature even once she's become friendly, makes you do dump shit. Territorial, eyes glow and dim with her life, and runs remarkably warm.

 Amber here is the first one I actually did! I was just. Really tired that she was in a bikini. I decided early on I wanted overworld mobs to be human and everyone else was decidedly not, so Blazes are demons who gave up their souls under false pretenses to other Blazes. Because of how little clothes AT2's design wore I had essentially free reign and my thought was immediately to lean on golden knight bc of how Blazes are found protecting fortresses. The gold isn't picked from anything bc I was looser with the colors, but everything else is, and the hair is supposed to represent the smoke. Also the sticks in her hair are blaze rods bc I don't like them just floating around her.

Amber is found in the Nether obviously, protecting a fortress and immediately trying beat your ass and either incinerate you or make you give up your soul. During you prove yourself a p damn good fighter and she makes a deal to show you how Blazes exist and pursade you to give your soul up willingly. Bonding happens and she explains where the souls go and what happened to her. Insert line about how she dug in the sand for her soul until her fingers bleed bc I'm an Arcana freak lol. In general I'd just like her to learn to adapt to who she is now and learning to live life well instead of letting her anger burn her up from the inside out.

 The Enderman- Violet. A confused but sweet young bit of void created by and connected to the Ender Dragon. Her relationship with reality is tenuous at best and abusive at worst, making stable existence rather difficult. She doesn't know a name, age, gender, anything about herself aside from that she likes sweaters. Communicates primarily through psychic connections, docile and sweet, and melts like a witch in water.

 Violet was incredibly easy, so this may be way short. Endermen are decidedly human shaped void from the End with varying sentience. They're direct extensions of the Ender Dragon, and nobody knows how they're made or where they come from, not even they do. Adventurers who escaped The End say they seem scared of it though. Violet in particular is pretty damn new and extraordinary nonconforming, and I tried to show that with her sweater and ponytail. Once again, literally all colors picked. Definitely the simplest but one of my favs.

Violet is the sweetest meet up I think. As your traveling between villages you notice a strange enderman watching you and plant a little flower in front of her. She picks it and you hear a happy little trill come from you and a pretty voice say thank you in your head. Now you have a tall dark teleporting travel buddy! After a little bit of back and forth she tells you in some broken English that the Ender Dragon made her but she doesnt know how, and that it's bad and needs to be killed for the sake of Endermen and that's the new goal. Spoiler they're the corrupted souls of those that died fighting it, with it gone Endermen are free to exist as their own being and do whatever, hurray!

#cosmic entity's art #minecraft #mob talker mod #mc creeper #mc zombie #mc skeleton #mc spider #mc blaze #mc enderman #character design

[iustories]

The Visitor

IU x Kim Soohyun

Jieun’s POV

Of all the places, I met you here. It's out of the ordinary I'd say, but I knew one day we'll see each other here. Little by little, everything faded before my eyes and I only saw you. You met my gaze with the same warmth and I clearly remembered the last time you looked at me similarly. When was that again? How long has it been since? I could tell you I lost count, but that would be a lie and I'm certain you'd immediately catch it before I even finish my sentence because you know everything about me, except for the part that I loved you I guess.

Loved? Should I be speaking in past tense? Do I still have the same fire burning in my chest? Sometimes I'm confused.

I approached you with caution as I always do, afraid to look eager, but I may give myself away when I smile a tad wider than usual. It can't be helped since you bring it out of me effortlessly and I'm a fool for giving in every damn time. But what is to be terrified about? This strange place will forget me, you, us, and whatever will happen, right? So I'll take my chances.

You rose to your feet with such grace and met me in the middle then pulled me into a tight hug. Ah, it feels like home. It feels like you. Seconds passed and I am still in your arms. I didn't detect any intention of you wanting to let go and it was my cue to allow myself to enjoy this freely. Was I always guilty when you're too close before? Now please don't break free. I promise I won't push you away this time. I'll make you stay.

There were no words spoken, just hearts beating in the same rhythm, speaking things that could not be explained if said.

"I missed you," you whispered, your soft breath tickling my ear.

If it weren't for this place, I would be hesitant to say it back, but since we're here let me just be honest. I'm sorry I had to mask my affection with dry humor. It was the only way I could tell you without actually telling you. "I missed you too. How have you been?"

Of course I'm aware that you're doing fine. You've been busy exploring new activities and having fun with your family. I check up on you from time to time. Despite what happened between us, I still genuinely care for you. "I'm good. And you?"

I was still engulfed in your embrace and if we talk for hours in this position, I wouldn't complain. "I'm okay too. I've been doing things here and there. Nothing really special, but yeah I'm okay."

I still can't conjure coherent sentences without feeling anxious. I mean, being around you still makes me nervous even in this place where nobody knows us.

You finally separated yourself from me, your hands traveling from my back towards my arms. You gripped them firmly then smiled at me, evidently delighted by my sudden appearance, like you've been waiting for me to come.

"Let's sit?" You casually asked and I nodded in response. You dragged me to the couch and motioned your hand, telling me to sit.

"What do you want to watch?" You asked, your eyes directing me to the screen. I turned to your laptop and scanned the selection. Seeing the titles brought a small smile on my lips because it just proves that it's you. Those movies and shows are your favorite. Now I'm sure this is all real.

I pointed at medical drama that you were raving about years ago. When you told me about it for the first time, I gave you a funny look because I didn't perceive you as a sentimental person.

"Good choice," you approved, your lips curving into a satisfied smile as you clicked on the show.

Do we have all the time in the world to watch shows? Can we settle some things first? I don't know how much time we have, so for the sake of my sanity, can we talk? But like in the past, my requests refused to leave my lips because your pleasure is much important than mine. I couldn't help it you know—putting you first. It's ridiculous, yes. But this is how I loved you.

Loved. There it is again. That word. It weighs heavily on me, waking the feelings I've come to abandon over the years as my hope dwindled. Can that word not ring in my head when I look at you? It's really bothersome and I can't focus on the present.

There was a considerable amount of space between us which actually disappointed me since we were always skin to skin. Have we fallen apart completely? Have we created boundaries? A while ago I thought we were back on track.

You must have heard my thoughts because you gradually moved closer until your arm was lightly touching mine and at the initial contact, I almost flinched and had to hold the gasp that was about to escape my lips. It amazes me how you still affect me with such intensity after all these years. I felt you arm hover over my neck and it found its way around my shoulder, causing me to freeze. You quietly tugged me towards you, urging me to relax and be comfortable, so I did. The loud beating of my heart deliberately subsided when you began patting my arm repeatedly. I eased my mind and I ran back to the things I used to do when I'm with you—placing my head on your chest and my arm around your belly.

And here I am again wishing this moment would never end, but I already tried it a couple of times in the past yet we were still separated by fate in the end.

"Jieun-ah," You called my name tenderly.

"Hmm?"

"Do you want to tell me anything?" You asked with a mellow tone, coaxing me.

"Like what?"

"Just anything. Maybe things I don't know?" There uncertainty in your voice, but I heard conviction as well.

Now I wonder if you've known all along. It's not impossible though since people talk and rumors spread quite fast.

Should I be honest or should I lie? Isn't this what I've been imagining—you asking me if I had something to say?

"I won't be mad. Whatever it is just tell me," you reassured me.

I let silence prevail, thinking hard if I should just say the truth. This is the redo that I prayed for, so letting this pass would be another dumb mistake.

"Do you know that I love you?"

Should I have said 'loved'? Which one is appropriate? And why am I answering you with a question? God damn it.

It was your turn to fall silent and tension immediately rose as you let seconds pass. "I know. I've always known."

My heart leaped as a mix of anxiety, fear, and excitement played inside my system. "Really?"

"I could see from the way you looked at me," You explained simply then paused.

"And I looked at you the same, but you never saw it, right?"

I processed your words carefully, afraid I might have gotten the wrong idea, but you interrupted my train of thoughts when you added, "We wouldn't be talking about this if you noticed. I loved you too."

"But things went downhill, didn't it?" I asked, trying to comfort myself from the missed opportunity by blaming it on fate and circumstances.

"It did," you affirmed. "But we could have tried."

"Would you have chosen me?"

You sighed then tightened your hold on me. "Yeah. I would have. Without a doubt."

"So we both ended up being alone after all that," I said chuckling, attempting to dismiss the ache growing inside my chest as regrets threaten to break loose at the gates of my mind.

"I talked a lot about you—no, all I talked about was you." I felt you shake your head, your chin brushing against the top of my head a few times. "I couldn't tell you too so I told other people."

"What were we so afraid of?" I asked, hoping that you had an answer. If we loved each other then, what was stopping us?

"Hurting others? We thought of them first before us."

Right. I almost forgot. Other people. We weren't selfish enough to take it to another level because of others or rather this person we both held close to our hearts. Our friend.

"Did we do the right thing?" I'm desperately seeking reprieve because I am being chased by the consequences of that decision.

"Yeah, I think we did," you answered as you peeked at my face and I wasn't quick enough to hide the sadness that was etched on it. "I'm sorry, Jieun-ah. I know I gave you a hard time. I know you've been waiting."

I bit my lip to control its trembling. The show continues to play on the screen, but it only served as the noise that filled the void when we fail to answer quickly.

"But doing the right thing doesn't always make us happy," you continued. "So are you happy now?"

I parted my lips yet nothing came out. Am I really happy without you? Am I truly resigned to the future I have in mind?

"Am I?" I stroked my chin as if I was really thinking of it, but in all honesty, I couldn't get myself to do it because I'm scared to know the answer.

You chuckled then ran your fingers down the length of my hair and I instinctively shut my eyes as the calming sensation of your touch registered. "I may be doing great, but I couldn't say I'm entirely happy."

Your answer surprised me. Even though you've confessed your feelings just a while ago, I couldn't wrap my head around it yet. How can I? I imagined hearing those words from you for quite a long time until I gave up, therefore everything may be happening inside my head.

"Me too." I was suddenly feeling hopeful since we are in another place. We were just two people who met unexpectedly so maybe this time I can fulfill my wishes. "So can we start again? If we aren't happy after what we've done, can we do what we want this time?"

You sighed again. What is it with the heavy sighs and the tone you've been using? Isn't this supposed to be a do-over, the clean slate that we both wanted? There isn't anyone who could hold us back anymore.

"I'm afraid we can't," you replied in a regretful tone.

You are so good at putting the pieces of my heart back together and breaking it right after. Hasn't this happened countless times already? Aren't you tired of hurting me?

"Why? What is our excuse this time?" I asked, my jaw clenching.

"We just can't."

"At least give me something I can understand. This is too much."

You kissed the top of my head. "This is not real, Jieun-ah"

"It is! What are you saying?"

"You know from the start this isn't real," you pressed further.

I gulped hard, my breathing becoming shallow and rapid. "Do we have to do this again?"

How many times do I have to lose you? How many times do you have to come back and remind me that you are not mine? You've been consistent at that and that's why I couldn't let you go that easily.

"Yes. We must go our separate ways again. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. But I'm glad I saw you here."

Just as tears trickled down my face, my eyes fluttered open. My heart was pounding erratically against my chest as your voice echoed repeatedly in my brain. I'm glad I met you here. I felt the wetness of my pillow and realized that I shed some tears while I was asleep.

You, my frequent visitor, the person of my dreams, came to make your presence felt again. Indeed, you know when to remind me of you when I start to forget.

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