#dizzy is going a tad crazy

[star-sim]

say it back! ☆ jay park

☆ non-idol! bf! jay x fem! reader ☆ summary: jay thinks you're really cute, especially when you're mad. ☆ genre: fluff!! implied college! au / young adult! au , super domestic and cutesy ☆ warning(s)? nope! ☆ word count: 1.1k ☆ after supermassive blackhole i realized just how many jay stans followed me, so eat up guys 😛

It was a Friday evening. The sun was beginning to set, casting a vibrant peach-orange glow over Jay’s apartment.

With a navy-blue apron hanging loosely from his neck, Jay took in the scent of garlic chives and caramelized onions marinating in the pan. With a spatula, he popped in a lump of gochujang, stirring in the hot, red paste.

If Jay had to be honest, he spent most of his time just touching you, his girlfriend. Not in a sexual way. Any physical touch with you was more than enough. Whether it be cuddling on the couch or you clinging onto him while he did things, the intimacy of having skin-on-skin contact was everything.

On days like this, Jay was the one cooking dinner. Not-so-surprising, you were an absolute mess in the kitchen, so he took on that responsibility. You should be home soon. You had taken up an internship a weeks ago, so you had to stay just a tad later than usual.

As Jay immersed himself in the gorgeous aromas of his craft, he thought of what he should do with you later.

He could watch a movie with you, but knowing you, you would probably be all over him. He never expected you to be the clingy, needy type, doing whatever you could to snuggle up against his warm body. Jay’s lips parted before spreading into a gummy grin. He could imagine your voice:

“Baaabe,” you would whine, plopping yourself in between his legs. You would tangle your arms with his, or maybe you'd place his hands in your hair and make him play with it.

If his eyes were glued to the TV for long enough, you would pout, before peppering soft kisses against his neck. Jay would pretend to ignore you, making you whine again. 

“Give me attention,” you would murmur against his ear. 

Oh man, Jay felt giddy and warm inside just thinking about it. 

What he wouldn’t do just to have you come home already—

The door clicked open.

“I’m home!”

Speak of the devil and you will appear.

Jay heard a few footsteps and a giggle before feeling arms slither around his torso. 

“Hi,” you mumbled against his back. 

Jay grinned. “Hi, Angel.”

You peeked over his shoulder, taking in the scent of his cooking. “Smells good.”

“Go wash up, baby,” Jay said. “I’m almost done.”

“Okayyy,” you squeezed his waist. You gave Jay a small peck on the cheek. You drawled, “I love youuuu!”

Jay hummed. 

He heard you huff. 

“I love you,” you repeated.

“Mhm.”

There’s a pulse of silence before you pulled away, leaving him alone.

When you left, he couldn’t help but smile so stupidly. 

You were going to drive him crazy. 

You were so cute, and adorable, and pretty, and beautiful, and gorgeous, and precious, and everything that he loved. He wanted to hold you in his arms forever and kiss you forever and be with you forever and-

How many kids should you and him have? He’d always wanted two boys and a girl, but he wouldn’t mind having more. Later down the line, when you and him got older, he’d buy you a pretty diamond ring— in fact, he’d buy you everything that you’ve ever wanted. And then you and him will get married and buy a house. Would you take his last name? [Name] Park didn’t sound too bad. People would call you Mrs. Park, and instead of calling you by your first name, Jay would refer to you as “my wife,” and—

He was feeling dizzy just thinking about it. Was he getting ahead of himself?

“Are you mad at me?” your voice suddenly said.

Jay jumped. He whipped his head around to see you with your arms crossed and a big, sulky frown.

Were you standing there the whole time?

“B-Babe, I thought you went to the bathroom…”

You shook your head. 

“Are you mad at me?” you repeated. Taking a few steps forward, you turned him around, pressing him up against the kitchen counter while holding his hands together.

“Wait, what?” Jay’s brows knitted together. “Baby, where is this coming from?”

“You…” you began, averting your gaze. “You didn’t say it back.”

Jay cocked his head. “Say what back?”

You huffed. “I said I love you, and you didn’t say it back.”

You tilted your head so that he couldn’t see your pouty face, playing with his fingers. You murmured something under your breath, something that he couldn’t quite hear.

Jay stared at you for a few seconds, processing everything. And then, he threw his head back, loud bouts of laughter emitting from his lips. Every time that he would calm down and look at you, your sulky face would make him burst back into his fit of giggles.

“It’s not funny!” you slapped his shoulder, your cheeks heating up with embarrassment. When he wouldn’t stop laughing, you turned away, punching him on the arm, “You’re a jerk, Jay.”

At that, Jay immediately stopped laughing.

“Wait, I’m sorry!” Jay clasped your hands in his, pulling you close to him so that you were flushed against his chest. 

You frowned. 

“It's too late to apologize,” you mumbled.

Jay almost chuckled at your grumpiness, but stopped himself before you’d be even more upset with him.

You stayed like that for a few moments: Jay holding you close against the kitchen counter, fingers loosely intertwined.

Finally, Jay poked your cheek.

“Hey!”

“Don’t be mad at me, Angel.”

Your frown deepened.

Jay sighed.

Bringing a large hand up, he gently grabbed your face, bringing it closer.

“What are you-”

Jay began littering chaste kisses all across your face– he started at your cheek, moved up to your forehead, down your nose, to your other cheek, and lastly to your chin, where he teased you by kissing just close enough to your lips. He exaggerated by making loud kissy noises to further rile you up.

“Stoooooppp,” you whined, but made no attempt to resist him.

Jay let out a low chuckle. He cupped your cheeks. He ghosted his lips over yours, reveling in the way that you automatically closed your eyes and wet your lips in anticipation. He contemplated whether or not he should pull away to tease you, but decided against it. 

Who was he to deny you?

When your lips met, you let out an excited squeal, squeezing his bicep. When you guys pulled away, Jay breathed against your lips, “I love you.”

“Baby...” you mewled, sliding your hands up his chest to hook around his neck.

“I love you,” he repeated himself, leaning in to give your lips a peck. “I love you so fucking much.”

You giggled softly, your breath brushing against his cheek. “I love you, too.”

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen fic #park jongseong fluff #park jongseong x reader #park jongseong #jay enhypen #jay enhypen x reader #jay fluff #jay x reader #jay enhypen fluff #star-sim #vanya-talks

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 11

James "Bucky" Barnes + Choking and breathplay

Mutant male reader goes crazy 🗣️ 🗣️ 🗣️

Reader kinda based on nightcrawler, cuz hes cool, except hes got five fingers and normal feet. This also means the reader is blue, has fur, and has a tail.

On the shorter side, but oh well.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

It wasn’t everyday that the Avengers and the X-men worked together, but it happened enough that you and Bucky got somewhat close, as you worked side by side most of the time. Having skills that worked better together than the others caused that, and it was hard not to be attracted to Barnes, with his strong build and that damn arm of his.

The first time hed picked you up by your tail you had almost clawed his eyes out, it didn’t hurt too much as your tail didn’t work like that, but it had surprised you. At some point as you two started working together and hanging out outside of missions, your tail would find its way wrapped around him in one way. Be it his thigh, his wrist, or even his hand like some kind of sweet gesture.

Neither of you questioned it too much, or questioned as you guys over time started sitting closer and closer, or how Bucky would run his fingers through your short blue fur. That was to say that none of your teammates were shocked when you two started dating, some were even surprised you weren’t already dating when you told them, because of how close you guys were.

That was how you found yourself in your current position, Bucky’s strong hands, both flesh and metal, digging into the fat of your blue thighs and clenching hard enough you were sure there were bruises under your fur. Your fangs dug into your lip to stop your forked tongue from licking across them as you leaned back, supporting your weight on Bucky’s thighs as you rode him.

It had started out as a normal date, though maybe a tad bit too traditional for you. With Bucky bringing you a bouquet of flowers, taking you out to dinner, with you in disguise of course, then going for a stroll, before coming back to his apartment. The plan had only been to watch a movie and eat some snacks, but one thing had led to another, and you ended up tumbling into his bedroom as you kissed and groped at one another.

So here you were, riding your boyfriend as praise spilled from him in deep needy croons. The noises he released had your tail lashing side to side like an agitated cat as you ground down, making sure to grind him into your prostate. The act had your eyes falling shut as you moaned, and it was only when Bucky’s hands gripped almost painfully at your thighs that you forced them open again.

Looking down you almost stuttered to a stop as your eyes widened, mouth falling open to apologize as you saw the man beneath you. Your tail had curled around his throat and squeezed, not enough to kill or even knock unconscious, but enough to cut off enough oxygen that it left even a super soldier dizzy.

You were about to loosen your tail and crawl off of Bucky, but he puled you back down by your thighs and mouthed a lewd “please” as he couldn’t find it in himself to speak. If you had pupils, would they have grown big like a cat, a less than human noise leaving you as you tighten your tail, much to Bucky’s joy.

Bucky gasped for breath as you continued to ride him, his hips pushing up into yours. It was clear from how his head was falling back into the pillow and his mouth was open in silent moans that he was enjoying it even more than you were, so you made sure to squeeze his throat like he wanted, giving him short moments to gasp for breath before gripping again.

Bucky came before you did, a high pitched choked off whine leaving him as he thrust up hard enough into you that his lower body lifted off the bed. You moaned softly at the feeling and released his throat at last, but there wasn’t much time to think about it before Bucky was gripping your own hard length, twisting and jerking his hand to help you finish.

One of the reasons you liked riding him was the fact that you wouldn’t get fluids into your fur, another was the fact that Bucky looked so good covered in your cum after you’d shoot it over his chest. Flopping down on top of him, you rub carefully at his sore throat even though his healing already was taking away the bruising left behind by your tail.

When he mentions you’ll have to try this again next time, you just snort and cuddle into his neck, your tail curling lazily from side to side in a content motion. You’ll get clean later, and then you’ll make Bucky help you scrub your fur all over as payback for filling you up like that, not that you mind, but he doesn’t need to know that.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #male reader #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #marvel #avengers #bucky barnes x male reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes headcanon #james bucky barnes imagine #james bucky barnes headcanon #james bucky barnes x male reader #james bucky barnes x reader #marvel imagine #marvel headcanon #marvel x male reader #marvel x reader #avengers imagine #avengers headcanon #avengers x male reader #avengers x reader #winter soldier imagine #winter soldier headcanon #winter soldier x male reader #winter soldier x reader

[bakubunny]

i pulled out the laptop for this. ahem

so since your new obsession is shoto, it is only fair that i bless your inbox with filth about him. also since you and neon are attacking me in the group chat, i shall go head first.

i am thinking about shoto, a few tats, a few piercings, a tad bit more filled out...intimidating..yeah but he is still shoto. sweet, glossy-eyed, shoto who gets so whiny and blushy during sex. i know you're a prone-bone girlie, modified doggy too BUT i've said it once and i'll say it again: shoto likes missionary. he likes being to see all of you, to kiss at your neck, to watch your facial expressions, to thumb away your tears. also, with you on your back it is a lot easier for him to pull out from time to time just to crawl down your form and bury his face in your pussy. he's apart of the pussy drunk committee.

having you on your back drives him crazy, his adores how you spread your legs for him before he can even ask, also he gets the opportunity to pop at least one of your nipples in his mouth to suck on. and he really enjoys that, and he isn't sure why, he likes the swell of them, likes how your nipples bud in his mouth. it makes him dizzy, your mewls, and he can't help but stare up with you with so much intensity you sometime have to look away.

another reason he likes missionary, he gets to cradle you close in something that resembles a hug, likes when you both are so close your heartbeats merge, and only then when he's close does he start babbling away about how much he wants to fill you up. he can't help it, it makes since for him to cum so deep in your pussy you see stars. and yeah, he isn't really sure about kids, but it drives him crazy to imagine you carrying his young. maybe he calls you mommy a few times with those watery eyes of his. it surprises you every time that he is the one crying like he isn't fucking you silly.

"fuck..you'd look so pretty carrying my kid..wouldn't you..."

"shoto.."

"yeah, wouldn't you be so damn beautiful if i make you a mommy..shit..i might have to.."

just a thought bunny...

u already know i’m workin on smth so

my head is so fuzzy. i can’t think straight.

#look for him i’d consider it 🥴 #he’s so sweet ur honor #i’m 😵‍💫😵‍💫 #i’ll be on my back any time for that ffs #x reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki shoto #todoroki smut #self ship nonsense

[kaulitzhotel]

Can you do like hcs of Tokio Hotel with extremely extremely extroverted s/o

Synopsis: Headcanons of Tokio Hotel with an extremely extroverted soulmate. (2010)

Content: Fluff.

Notes: Here you go! Also, school is coming up. Super excited not going to lie. I have some low self-esteem about my writing but hopefully you guys like it.

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Bill

He loves the energy. Hyper people make him quite interested.

Loves the fact you like meeting new people and going to parties.

You would bring out his extroverted side when you guys go out.

He would be a bit worn out from too much energy but keeps up with you.

Adores the fact you look forward to anything coming up.

The shopping days would be amazing or when you guys go get drinks.

But sometimes he would have to calm you down since he is tired and wants to relax a bit.

A quick smoke break and you guys talk while chilling.

You guys would never want to be at home so it would be out at restaurants or any public place to be out and about.

You are the fun of his life.

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Tom

Obsessed with your energy.

He wants to see that for sure in bed since you aren't shy about anything.

Enjoys it when you want to do photo shoots with him or you won't mind if paparazzi take pictures of you guys.

You guys would be everywhere traveling and clubbing.

But if he's tired he will tell you to shut up and make you nap with him.

You both are great conversation starters so there would be no way of a conversation to end between you guys.

You like to meet a lot of people but he gets a tad bit jealous. And wants you to himself.

“Let's stay home today.” “Don’t go out without me.”

You catch his attention every time and are his main focus.

Never misses out on you and wants to be there every second of your social and free life.

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Georg

He deals with your hyper energy every day but isn't complaining.

You make him chat a lot with people and go out to do things. If you weren't there to do that he'd just do whatever the guys want or be zen.

Smiles at you when you are not looking always wondering how he got a girl like you.

But he also wants to spend with you alone.

He makes you calm and settles down.

He's up for any crazy ideas that you come up with.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” “Seems a bit extreme in bed.”

Likes to tease you when you are caught up on everything that's going on, “Seems like someone is burnt out.”

Gives you piggy backs rides when you guys walk outside.

He loves spending time with you.

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Gustav

Hides from you sometimes when you want him to go out with you.

If it's only too chaotic he wants to be alone and have nothing to do with it.

He can be pretty energized when he wants to be. He will start spinning around the room out of nowhere.

You both spin around making each other dizzy.

You guys compete all the time! And the competition is real.

You both bicker a lot when someone loses or wins.

But have an absolute blast when working together in competitions. You guys would win.

Likes to explore the area with you and experience new things.

He leans his head on you when he's tired.

You both tire each other out but it makes the relationship delightful.

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel fanfic #imagine #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #x reader #fluff #boy bands #2000s #2010s #romance #tokio x reader #tokio hotel x reader #headcanon #head canon #extrovert

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

How Would The TF2 Mercs React To Being Given A VR Headset?

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THANK YOU TO @hardwaresysx0!!! I'M SORRY I FORGOT 💖💖💖💖

This is such a fun ask! Ily for being a mutual! I'm also sorry this took so long to write!

I'm adding some mini content of each of them playing Richie's Plank so this isn't too short.

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Demo is confused at first, but is excited to try it. Probably gets sick after about twenty minutes, but is having fun the entire time. He's first up to try the game, he's not too scared of heights, so he figures it'll be easy enough. This man falls on his ass immediately. Not because he's scared or freaks out, the poor guy just got super dizzy and is already way too drunk to walk straight, laughter ensues, and Demo sits on the couch, feeling a bit bitter, but eventually gets over it while laughing at the other Mercs attempts to walk the plank.

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Engie is definitely the one who set the whole thing up. Well, Scout made the suggestion of trying to find a VR headset, and Engie was the only one who could manage to hook it up to the TV, but that's neither here nor there. He thinks the headset is super cool, "Ain't this thing neat?" Has a lot of fun walking the plank, actually does it with no problems, until he gets to the edge and starts looking around, peering over the edge, and then, oops, someone (Scout) pushed him a little and he falls of the plank. That scared him a little. He didn't scream, though (lies), and the other mercs didn't laugh (lies), but he had fun!

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Heavy is not super excited. He doesn't like the idea of falling over like Demo or getting scared and screaming like Engie. He doesn't have to worry too much, though. Scout couldn't really push him if he tried. He's still nervous. He does like the idea of the headset. He likes how real it looks. Once he's ready to walk the plank, he does really well, which, in honesty, isn't surprising. He's not scared of heights, so he's totally fine walking to the edge and even looking over.

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Medic thinks VR is such a cool concept, I wonder if there's any surgury games for this contraption that'd be silly. So maybe controversial take, but Medic is scared of heights, but can hide it so well it's crazy. I'm just imagining that after seeing Scout push Engie and seeing how the others have reacted, he goes to put the headset on and looks Scout dead in the eyes and threatens this man with every possible idea of body horror imaginable if he pushes him. He walks the plank and does well to hide the fact that he's internally freaking out. But manages to be the most composed and most scared. Does that, hands behind your back, chest out walk, does it calmly, he's internally crying, walks to the edge, and walks back. Perfectly calm. "Zhat wasn't bad at all." He's trying to hide the fact he's shaking.

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Scout is the one who originally found the headset and suggested they all do Richie's Plank experience in the first place. He's played BeatSaber before on a headset he rented, so he thinks it's super cool he has one he can keep now. He talks the biggest game, and he's not scared of heights at all (yeah right) This is going to be easy. He nearly pissed himself when he actually looked over the edge. It made him feel just a tad sick, but he pushes through it, making jokes the entire time. He makes it back to the elevator, and then someone suggested he try nightmare mode, let's just say he had a harder time pretending that wasn't scary.

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Sniper could care less about any of this. He thinks it's neat enough, but he'd rather not join in the "fun," but Scout practically begged him to try it just once, even promising not to push him, after Sniper continued to protest. He puts the headset on and is actually pretty impressed with how immersive it is. He walks the plank pretty casually, not scared. He wasn't scared of heights, so it was pretty easy for him to just enjoy the view. He'd definitely be more interested if they were playing SuperHot.

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Spy is interested but pretends like he isn't. Complains about how pushy Scout is about this. He calls it silly and says that the others are being childish for being scared of something that couldn't be scary at all. He puts it on "only to prove to the others, that it's not scary in the slightest." Immediately has to hide the fact that he's a little shaken because he feels like he's actually in the game. Manages to walk the plank with confidence, all the while mocking the mercs for being scared of this. Scout finally got fed up and ended up being the one to push him. Spy may have lost his composer a little bit, Scout was promptly hunted down after that.

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Soldier is super interested, "Can you play war games on it?" Is the first question on his mind. He thinks it's super cool. He walks the plank with a silly little walk and just has a good time. Even goes through the nightmare mode, with a goofy smile. He's just having a good time. I just feel like this man is so thrilled with the idea of being able to be in another world. Will definitely be hogging the headset after this.

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Pyro realistically would be the only one who couldn't play with the VR headset due to their mask. BUT! Due to the magical power of "I can do whatever the fuck I want in my headcanons >:)" I'll say that Engie worked with it to help it fit over their mask. They're so happy! They were already super excited when Scout showed off the headset, and now they can play too? So cool! Similar to Soldier, they're just having a good time walking around and walking the plank just fine. Freaks everyone out when they cheerfully just jump off the end of the plank and hit the ground, giggling at the sounds it makes. But other than that, they had fun!

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I really hope you like this, sorry if it's not the best, it was fun to write though! I'm sorry again for deleting the ask and for the long wait time. I'm going to try and get more consistent with my uploads again!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #team fortress headcanons #tf2 hcs #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro

[muffinsin]

I may be one of the few that really ship Cass and Lady Donna. The great Bela/Donna is always amazing thou! I just curious on ur thoughts on the matter of Cass/Donna ship?

You aren’t the only one pal! I could definitely see those two together. I like the idea of each sister with Donna though, honestly. Here’s some of my thoughts on especially Donna and Cassandra! :)

Masterlist

Cassandra and Donna seem like perfect opposites;

Donna, quiet and shy, reserved and eager to study more about her plants

Cassandra, sadistic and more than a tad bit crazy, energetic and eager to rip anything that moves to pieces

Not seeing Donna’s face was what drew the hunter’s attention to her

Never had Cassandra not seen someone’s face. Knowing apparently no one knows of the mysterious Lady Beneviento’s appearance made her all the more curious to Cassandra

She quickly notices how the two of them complement each other

Donna helps the skilled huntress relax. She teaches her to be calm and try new things, even introduces her to crafting and plants. Cassandra is particularly interested in those that can kill

Cassandra in turn shows Donna love and helps her feel more confident. She shows genuine interest in her dolls and cheers her on whenever they terrify someone. She also isn’t scared of them, something that catches Donna off guard

Cassandra loves to bask in the heat of the warm mansion and rest her head on Donna’s lap when she crafts another doll

Sometimes she will make suggestions for new designs, usually involving hidden blades. Donna indulges her and likes to listen

At other times, Cassandra will listen to the dollmaker talk about another poisonous plant. She likes to try to memorise some and at times even impresses Alcina at the dinner table when she brings up her knowledge on plants

Donna likes to keep the brunette close by. Cassandra radiates energy, and she feels safe with her

As they get into a relationship, even Donna begins to feel the confidence to reach out more. She will reach for Cassandra’s hand before the huntress sticks it out, and hold her cheek and clean it sometimes

She loves Cassandra’s head in her lap, and in turn Cassandra loves resting it on the doll maker’s thighs. It’s quickly becoming her favourite spot for naps

Donna also introduces Cassandra to tea, and snickers when the woman makes her distaste for it very clear. Ever since she stores some blood, fresh, in the kitchen

As they kiss, she often asks her lover to wear a blindfold. Cassandra doesn’t mind. She’s a predator and doesn’t need to see to know what’s going on. In fact, her senses are even more heightened, so that she feels the warmth of Donna’s skin as they kiss, her soft lips against hers

Cassandra makes sure to clean her chin of blood before visiting. If she forgets, she eagerly keeps her head on Donna’s lap while the dollmaker cleans her up with a soft cloth

At times she plays chase with Angie, but is always careful around the doll. She knows how much she means to Donna and doesn’t once question their strange connection

I mean, she is a woman made of flies connected to her sisters via a hive mind. How much stranger can it get?

When seeing Donna’s face for the first time, Cassandra almost freezes. She isn’t good with words, but thankfully Donna sees the awe in her eyes

She then proceeds to show the doll maker very, very often just how beautiful she is to her

She likes it especially when Donna demonstrates her powers given by the cadou

Cassandra is extremely protective of Donna, and so is the dollmaker of Cassandra

She makes sure to clear her bedroom of all her yellow flowers, and reduces their amount in the living. She isn’t yet sure what effect they have on Cassandra. Upon discovering one of her flowers, a blue type, makes the fly woman feel dizzy enough to swarm into trees and pillars, she had her dolls remove every ounce of them

When Donna is in company, which is rare, Cassandra always steps in front of her. She even is this protective around her sisters

Cassandra falls first, but Donna falls harder

#cassandra dimitrescu #donna beneviento #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #resident evil village #darkittensniper

[sl-newsie]

Behind Masks (Dr. Jonathon Crane x OC) Ch. 2: Exposure Therapy

“Would you like to see my mask?”

Mask. His mask. A mask that… is a burlap sack?

Crane holds up a ragged piece of burlap with something stitched inside. Is it a new therapy technique? This must be a joke. I’ve never heard of any treatment that involves this level of theatrics.

“They paid you to keep me quiet, didn’t they?” I state in a matter-of-fact tone. Crane keeps the same giddy expression and continues showing off the mask.

“I use it in my experiments. It may not look like much but the other crazies in here can’t stand it.”

He pulls the mask over his head. It does look a tad childish at first but there’s something unsettling about the simple mask. Calm down. It’s just a mask.

 “If you’re trying to scare me then save it, Crane. I face my fear every day. There’s nothing you can do to change it-”

Hiss!

Something clicks and a spray of gas clogs my nostrils. What on Earth-? Uh! It burns! I feel it entering my bloodstream. Why is my heart pounding? And my lungs are seizing. Is this a seizure-inducing gas-?

“Callie…”

Who’s there? No one else is in the room-

“Dear, why didn’t you do better?”

That voice. It can’t be… I feel a hand on my shoulder. It is! 

“How- How did you get in here?” I ask in a shaking voice.

What I should be asking is how am I seeing the dead? My parents have been dead for a whole year yet they’re here plain as day. 

“Such a disappointment.”

It doesn’t help that the symptoms of the gas are making my head go dizzy. The cell’s beige walls are melting into a background of distorted memories. 

“What do you see?”

It’s Crane. Can’t he see them too? My parents are right there!

Strong hands grab my shoulders and turn me to face the blurry mask. “Look at me, woman. Look at me! I want to see your eyes go wild when my toxin drives you insane!”

“Calico, pay attention!” My father barks from behind. “Face me when I’m talking to you!”

“Dearie, I’m very disappointed,” mom shakes her head. “We taught you to do better.”

“Shut up!” I grab my head and squeeze my burning eyes shut. 

“That’s it. Give into the fear,” Crane’s voice mocks.

“No- no.” Take a breath. Everyone laughed when I refused proper therapy but now it’s time to prove them wrong. “No, no…”

“Did our death mean nothing to you?” Dad asks harshly. “You hardly attended the funeral.”

You didn’t give me a single reason to. You made my life into a twisted game I can never win. I bend over the table to try to gain balance. Meanwhile Crane watches with peak interest.

“You look surprisingly captivating like this.” He leans closer and I swear there’s maggots crawling from his eyes. “What do you fear, hm? No one is immune to it.”

Deep breath. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

“You’re right, Crane.” Finally getting a grip on the toxin’s effects, I lift my head to face Crane directly. “There is no complete cure for fear. But I can learn to live with it.”

I’ve been living with it for the past year. Sure I’ve never fully shaken off the grieving process but my job always kept me too busy. This isn’t sitting well with Crane because he’s shaking his head.

“That’s impossible. You should be passed out by now, or- or begging for mercy!” Ok now this is getting funny. Seeing the man in the odd mask get upset is diluting my attention towards my parents. “What do you fear? Tell me!”

Really? I didn’t think someone as collected as Crane could get so fed up. “That’s a question for another session, doctor. If the hourglass reads right then our time is up.”

Crane’s head jerks to look at the now-empty hourglass. By now the gas has dissipated, which drives him to take his mask off. He’s not affected by the fear toxin but there’s no doubt my reluctance to it is making him antsy. Crane collects his briefcase and he very stiffly walks to the cell door.

“I will find what you fear, Prentiss. You can’t hide it forever. Eventually you’ll give in to my fear toxin or you’ll spill it to me yourself.”

“Sounds enticing,” I say in a dull tone as I lean lazily against the metal bed frame. “Good day, Dr. Crane.”

“It’s evening now," the lanky man says stiffly.

“How would I know?” I bite back idly. “I’ve been stuck inside a windowless room for Lord knows how long with no contact with the outside world.”

“Better get used to it.”

And with that he closes the cell door. As far as first encounters go I think my introduction to the Scarecrow was a much less intense one. Almost pleasant, actually. Out of all the expectations I had for Gotham’s lord of fear, him being frustrated by my reaction to his infamous toxin is definitely a keeper. I didn’t get any answers as to how long my stay is in Arkham but I can bide my time for a while longer. This is by far the greatest study I’ve been presented. The cases back in Metropolis can’t hold a candle to being able to study the Scarecrow. If only those pompous self-righteous pricks could see me now. 

“Calico! Do not tempt me, young lady!”

I roll my eyes at the hallucination. “Shut up, dad.”

How long is this drug supposed to last?

#jonathon crane #jonathon crane x reader #dr jonathan crane #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow #poison ivy #the riddler #harley quinn #the joker #two face #the penguin #batman #batman begins #the dark knight #the dark knigth rises #gotham #gotham tv #cillian murphy

[godza]

my favorite underrated vocaloid songs once again with commentary. i dont know how underrated things actually are bc i dont interact with the vocaloid community but yknow how it is

the goat. i have never seen anybody talk about this song ever. the mv has so little views and half the streams on spotify are probably me. the songs about an abused child begging to be loved so beware if you search the mv or lyrics up.

i just realized both these songs were by tohru-ch. they make good songs! another underrated classic. the mv is sick if you manage to find it. this producer is a rin master in my opinion. this song is about how bad capitalism is and the vocals are amazing. nandemo nandemo nandemo. the desperation they managed to infuse into rins voice is so impressive and the guitar is impressive. ive been listening to this song since a very young age like ten. why was i listening to this at ten. piano goes crazy as well

i owe this one to the ex mutual who made a playlist for my fanfic and eventually blocked me. thank you for this absolute banger. i forget what the lyrics to this one mean and the mv isnt much its just kinda green stuff. goes exceptionally hard i cant tell whos singing but its still fantastic. i love the guitar that kinda sounds like rubber bands strapped to cardboard. that sounds weird but listen youll see.

i dont think this ones actually underrated since pinas pretty popular (rats died is too famous for me to put on here even though its a masterpiece). when i saw melissa covered it i died and ascended to heaven. the mv is fantastical and dizzying, and the song is perfectly melancholic. i really like the ooo singing in the background. i have had this song on repeat for an excessively long period. im very surprised it wasnt in my wrapped top five. saa saa saa saa saa saa

yummy music. it makes me do the dance of the sidestep in that one gif with ariel and other things. the wind instrument in it is really nice an the guitar is kicking. i just love rin and len i think. why are these all rin. except weeny idk who sings weeny. woukdnt be surprised if it was rin

i wouldnt call powapowas music underrated but this song has made me cry many a time. i prefer the version i found on soundcloud it has more of a miku sound but this song makes me want to get a lobotomy. young girl a is also a good one but no way is that underrated

HOLY SHIT its on spotify. god i need a dance break but i cant. ow i bobbed my head so hard it hurt. one of my faves of all time god its so good. i love you gumi. YOU NO SAY I LOVE!!!!!!!! i dont know how to express my thoughts further it just bangs so fucking hard. just as a btw it speeds up at the end which can be scary so heads up

i dont think this one is actually underrated im going by no metrics this list is just my opinion. it may not be underrated but it slaps and i played it on loop when i was in seventh grade and playing overwatch. not the best gaming music it just makes you really sad

banger. i love teto soooo much. somewhat peppy until you read the lyrics but even still its a tad melancholic. be warned the bleeps in the song are rlly loud lol. get this in project sekai so ome of those trainwrecks can sing it

probably not underrated it seems too well produced for that. i like the laughs at the beginning. i cant remember where but i laid on the floor for a long time listening to this song

ok thats all the bangers on my playlists ive never heard talked about often. i have others but sometimes i can genuinely not tell if its a vocaloid or a human. its an issue

#t #Spotify #SoundCloud

[paulinawoodpecker]

Tad, and his other ladies, Elena and Felicie and Eep and their friends Vs Tiffany Mordon and her sidekicks in Mexico City part 1,2,3 and final

@jakkiisthatboy2

Part 1:

Tad: that was embarrassing.

Mateo: here have this.

Tad: *eats a soft bread*

Tad: mmm. This is good.

Tad: *continues eating the bread until he swallows the last bite*

Tad: that’s so good. Thanks Mateo.

Part 2:

Reena: so I have a question.

Reena: are you always a face stuffer?

Tad: yeah?

Eep: guys? We have a problem.

Tad: 😧

Reena: oh no no no no.

Tiffany: REENA ROBERTO RAMIREZ! You are so much in trouble! Come back here!

Ramirez: uh Sara? Better step on it.

Sara: *steps the engine hard*

Elena: woah! What’s going on?

Sara: I can’t slow down! It’s Tiffany!

Felice: maze?

Sara: no. Mordon!!

Blair: we got you guys!

Thunk: who are these people Reena?

Reena: I don’t know. They’re Tiffany’s sidekicks. All together the form the mean queen bees.

Thunk: wait. If they’re queen bees, then are they always mean?

Ying: *throws a ninja star at them*

Reena: *dodges*

Reena: most likely…

Part 3:

Tad: *feeling dizzy and nauseous* oh god. I don’t feel so good…

Reena: seriously now?

Gabe: oh you have got to be kidding me…

Andrea: ha!

Tiffany maze: guys! Let’s throw some junk!

Victoria: you heard her! Let’s throw garbage!

All: *throw garbage and trash at Tiffany mordon*

Tiffany: ow! Hey! Watch it!

Camille: *rubs the nauseous tad* the stomach isn’t going to hold it. You know where you’re going?

Reena: exactly! I may be loco but I have crazy ideas.

Part 4:

Andrea: *shoots a needle at Gabe*

Gabe: has anyone seen my new knight skills?

Naomi: knight down! Guys knight down!

Thunk: AAH! Reena!

Reena: don’t worry I got this.

Sara: I can’t do this!

Ramírez: Sara. Don’t stop! You can do this!

Sara: you’re right!

Tiffany: ugh! How are you doing this?

Odette: guys! I found a place to hide!

Sara: got it!

Ramona: you know we could’ve had Sara to help us.

Tiffany: AAAH! Not again!

Blair: you won this time!

Andrea: but we promised you!

Ying: we will win the next one!

Tiffany: 👿 and yet they will lose big time.

Final:

Sara: okay. The coast is clear.

Victoria: wow you look green.

Tad: of course. I finally managed to hold the stomach right?

Tiffany maze: yes.

Reena: yes! We did it! We were able to get out of Tiffany!

Reena: what could happen?

Tad: 🤮

Reena:*soft whiny voice* My shoes….

#tad the lost explorer #tadeo jones #tad the lost explorer 4 #tadeo jones 4

[happybird16]

Heyy hope your covid is getting better! Here's some questions for ya to kill time :) stay safe!

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)

Hi Nonie! Today is definitely better than yesterday, so I think I’m over the worst of it at this point. I can actually eat now and I’m mostly just coughy and tired -maybe a tad dizzy. I’m just hoping I’m well enough to go back to work on Sunday 😬

M: Hmm I feel like Sasha would be a fantastic friend. She’s often shown a bit food-crazy and wild, but I feel like she’d actually be very intuitive and understanding and would probably go out of her way to help you out if she saw you needed it.

O: Not super random because I don’t have a lot of non Japanese songs on my phone but here:

I’m lowkey picturing ACWNR Levi absolutely not wanting to be in the Scouts at all. Furlan and Isabel are so much more personable, easily making friends in such a new environment, but he’s just moping in the corner and wishing they’d hang out with him instead.

R: I’ve watched so much anime and there’s so many friendships in them that aren’t particularly healthy but it’s shown as normal. I like friendships/platonic relationships where they’ll go to bat for one another, where they consider themselves siblings and will fight to the death for each other, but will still squabble like idiots.

Naruto and Sasuke don’t count for me because I don’t consider them platonic

So I’m really fond of Connie and Sasha’s friendship, but also (and if you haven’t seen it I highly recommend watching only the first season) Emma, Ray, and Norman from The Promised Neverland. I legitimately cried watching that anime and kinda wanna rewatch it now.

Theres more that my lightly fevered brain can’t think of right now, but any group that has a strong bond and inherent, unending trust in one another.

Z: So this is a realization that I had at some point yesterday, but I’m 100% sure Zeke never actually needed glasses at any point. They were just symbolic for his adoptive dad. Even if he had poor eyesight beforehand, the titan-shifter transformation would have healed his eyes right? Unless it doesn’t heal wounds that happened and healed over prior to the power transfer? If Eren had any tiny scars before eating Grisha, and he got in a lot of fights so maybe, do you think he would have noticed their absence?

Anyways, Zeke wore those glasses with at least 80% intent to be pretentious.

Alphabet ask game

#sorry if I’m a bit rambly #I think my brain might still be a bit off #ask games #anons

[dizzydancingdreamer]

That one Christmas post I made months ago about the queens gambit is literally the bane of my existence everyone please stop liking it I BEG I don’t know why it has so much hype I binged the show in two days and never thought about it again 😭😭

#dizzy is going a tad crazy #guys I beg #please stop #I might delete #every time I get notifs for that post I want to log out of tumblr

[theosmommy1966]

Marauders Pt 3

FOR THE NEXT PART AND THE FINAL PART, You will maybe hate it.. But thats ok.. I put days and days worth of thought into this. Spoke to some other writers, and some readers and decided on this path. If you dont like it please just scroll on, no need to leave nasty comments or unfollow me. This just took a turn I didnt really expect at first.

Please read part 1 and part 2 before reading this!

NEW CAST MEMBERS

Keira Knightley as Andromeda Tonks

Andrew Hollingworth as Ted Tonks

Natalie Dormer as Narcissa Malfoy

Katie McGrath as Bellatrix Lestrange

Adrian Turner as Rodolpus Lestrange

Harry Lloyd as Lucius Malfoy

Timothee Chalamet as Regulus Black

William Tudor as Evan Rosier

Otto Seppalainen as Draven Malfoy

The door opened quickly after your knuckles wrapped on it. Tears streaming down your pink cheeks, hair tangled from appartaing and the slight wind. The dark hair of Ted Tonks was the first thing you saw. Your mind was a mess, you felt like you were on the verge of having a panic attack. Your heart was pounding, you could feel sweat starting to bead on your forehead.

Remus’ face and Sirius’ words kept playing over and over in your head as that voice screamed that the downfall of the Marauders was your fault.

“I bet she doesn't even know who the father is.. Do you Princess..”

“This is all your fault”

“I WILL NOT BE A PART OF SOME BLOODY BASTARD BABIES LIFE!”

“This is all your fault.”

“IT IS HER FAULT!”

Your breathing picked up, you could see Ted's mouth moving as his face paled. He was yelling for his wife, for his in-laws, for anyone but you couldn't hear it. All you could hear was ringing and Sirius’ “Your a good fuck, but I only tolerate you for Jamie.”

The curly hair of Regulus Black came into focus as your knees buckled. His warm hands came into contact with your clammy sweaty skin as the dizziness took over. He was yelling too but you only made out small pieces as he turned you around. Pulling your back against his chest, one arm around your waist and one rubbing your sweaty hair away from your face.

“Evan… Draught.. Attack..”

That was all you heard of Regulus’ smooth but panicked voice. When The Black sisters, Lestrange and Malfoy came into view words started tumbling. Andromeda was your best girl friend, her sisters a close second. Even Bella who was a tad bit crazy.

“They hate me! They hate me.. I ruined everything..”

Your words were slurred slightly from the panic and your breathing, but the group understood. Regulus tightened his arms around your body as Evan came back into view. Carrying a vial of turquoise liquid, one that the man kept on hand for Regulus. Because Regulus had panic attacks too, often.

“They don't hate you, Sunflower.” Regulus said as he smoothed your hair back. He had no clue what was going on. He knew you and his brother didn't get along, but he didnt think James could ever hate you. Remus he knew only a little, but Regulus figured if he could put up with Sirius he could put up with you.

You shook your head back and forth as Evan knelt down in front of you. He was scared for the girl he had known his entire life. He had never seen you not smiling, but here you were completely breaking down in front of him. He laid his hand on your knee, thumb rubbing back and forth in a calming motion.

All he knew was that he wanted to Avada whoever made you like this. While the two of you may not be as close as you used to be, he still loved you. You were his first kiss, the first person he told when he realized he was gay. The first person he told about his crush on Regulus. He would fight anyone for you.

“You didn't hear him Reggie! You didn't see Rems face!” You cried as your body tensed more, crying harder, breathing picking up even more. You were on the verge of passing out as Regulus moved his arms to hold you still. He nodded to Evan, who straddled both your and Regulus’ legs.

He wrapped one hand around the back of your neck tilting your head back. He pulled the stopper out with his teeth before speaking softly to you. “Alright Sunflower.. I need you to take this for me.. Then we will figure everything out, yeah?” You didn't fight either of them as he pushed the glass to your lips, the bitter vanilla taste passing over your tongue.

The group watched and waited, Lucius and Rodolphus were slightly shocked to see how their friends handled you. Evan didn't move from his spot above the two of you, but he had one hand carding, threw your tangled sweaty hair, and the other resting on your neck. His thumb over your pulse point to ensure it slowed down.

Regulus had his head buried in your shoulder as he listened and felt your breathing slow. When he lifted his head up, he could see the relief on his boyfriend's face. Evan slowly stood and backed away and Regulus lightened his hold. He didn't let go yet, in fear that you would just slump over.

“Tell us what happened, Sunflower.” Evan said lightly as he sat back down in front of you. Your glassy eyes looked at each of your friends. You could feel the draught of peace and the exhaustion mixing as your body untensed and slumped against Reggie. Even Malfoy and Lestrange, who more just tolerated you for their girlfriends, looked worried.

“I'm pregnant.” You whispered, feeling Reggie tense behind you as Evans' eyes snapped to yours. It clearly wasn't a happy occasion given what they all had just witnessed. “I'm pregnant, I don't know which of them is the father..” A small sob broke out of your lips as the panic tried to fight against the potion.

“Shhh.. Shh.. We will talk about it later.. We will figure everything out, Love..” Regulus said as he watched your eyes open slower and slower. He cast a cleansing spell over the two of you, watching as the sweat removed itself from your skin and hair. Then a spell that brushed out and braided your hair. “Just rest, we will all figure it out later.”

You heard Regulus as your eyes shut, and you allowed yourself to fall asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~

Back at Potter Manor two VERY angry parents were sitting in front of three boys. Who all had different emotions running threw them.

James was panicked, nervous, worried and angry. Angry at his friends for how they reacted. Angry at you for running away. Worried and panicked about where you went, who you were with. Nervous about what his parents were about to say.

Remus was upset, disgusted and tense. Upset at the situation, upset that he wasn't more careful. Upset and disgusted at his behavior. And tense because he felt like this would be the breaking point of the group.

Sirius was almost indifferent. But he was also nervous, resentful and high strung. His nervousness and the feeling of being high strung came from the look his adopted parents were giving him. He had never disappointed them before, and he knew that even though they were the Potters and not the Blacks, it made him nervous.

He was resentful of you. Resenting the distance and anger that was between him and James. Resenting the fact that in his head, you were forcing something on them that they didn't want. But he was also slightly indifferent towards the whole pregnancy situation. Having already decided he was going to have nothing to do with it.

His or not.

Mia looked up at her husband who was pacing back and forth, waiting and praying an owl would stop by. Almost on cue, a full two hours after you had left a tan and gray barn owl swooped in the window. Dropped a letter into Mias lap and flew right back out. All eyes flew to the woman as she snapped the wax seal and read.

To whom it may concern,

We are all unaware of what has happened within your home, but we wanted you to know that Y/n L/n is within our care.

She arrived very late this evening, in quite the panic. Mr. Regulus Black and Mr. Evan Rosier calmed her down from a heavy panic attack, using both their kindness and a draught of peace. Mrs. Andromeda Tonks, Ms. Narcissa Black and Ms. Bellatrix Black very kindly got her into a guest bedroom at Tonks Manor and she is now resting.

Upon her rising in the morning, the group will discuss with her the happening of today. When she reaches a decision on how she would like to proceed you will be informed. Until then, feel free to send an owl.

With our regards

Ted Tonks

Andromeda Tonks

Bellatrix Black

Rodolphus Lestrange

Regulus Black

Evan Rosier

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Black

Mia looked up from the letter at her husband, whose face was gradually growing from pink to red. He hadn't stopped pacing, but now his light steps were hard stomps. When he finally stopped he rounded on the three boys.

“I hope you are all proud of yourselves. James I understand that you were trying to escalate the situation. But Remus and especially you Sirius.. I am so beyond disappointed. We just told that poor girl that things would be alright. That we would all figure it out!”

James looked down clenching his fists in anger. He had been trying to help, he couldn't figure out who he was most upset with. You or Sirius. You had to have known that he wouldn't let Sirius hurt you physically. So why you ran was beyond him.

“I want to hear what it is you boys think you want to do come morning.. I will not allow you to string her along. When we sit down at the breakfast table at 8 am, you WILL have an answer. As a group or individually I don't care. But figure it out, and do it now.”

Monty looked over at his wife, before storming out of the room. Mia looked over the letter again, then handed it off to James who read it as well. “I would love it if you came to a decision as a group, but you must all decide what is best not only for you. But for the child Y/n is bringing into this world. No matter what you do, Monty and I will be involved. Think about this hard, make the right choice.”

Before she went off to bed herself, Mia hugged each boy, pressing a kiss to their cheeks and whispers off sleep wells. Then it was just the three boys, who all felt very differently. James leaned back on the couch rubbing his hands over his face and sighed. “How do we want to talk about this..”

Remus tugged on his hair and looked up at his two boyfriends. “I can't be a parent. And Merlin I hope it's not mine.. What happens if I passed the curse on.. I just.. I just can't James, I'm sorry. I don't blame Y/n, it's just as much my fault as it is hers. But I can't..”

James stared at the ceiling, teetering on a line of what he wanted, as Sirius started speaking.

“There's no way in hell I'm going to be involved, period. Not if it's mine, or either of yours. I don't even get along with the woman, nor do I want to be a parent. We all know that I only tolerate her for you Jamie..” Sirius decided that once again, it was time to start turning this situation into his favor.

So he stood, then knelt down in front of James between his legs. Setting both his hands on James’ thick thighs, causing him to look down at him. “I can't be a father, nor do I want to be.. Hence why I love you and Remus.. She's tearing us apart, Love.. Ever since she came into your life all we do is fight.”

James’ heart pounded in pain as tears started falling from Sirius’ eyes. His mind and his heart were struggling to decide as the gray eyed man kept talking. “There is so much distance between us.. I feel like you're slipping away from me, like you're slipping from Rem and I.”

James furrowed his eyebrows as he started thinking, his mind seeing what Sirius was saying.

“This is our chance to be just the three of us again.. We can still move into Marauders Manor.. It's our chance to be happy again, like we planned.” Sirius pushed himself up so he could lean his forehead against James’. He could tell that he was swaying him towards his side, so he pushed more tears out. Adding a few dramatic breaths and small soft sobs.

James nodded, easily being manipulated by Sirius as always. All his promises to his girlfriend, all his anger, everything went away the second his boyfriend started crying. He realized that what Sirius had said was true, all the group did was fight. He didn't want to lose his two oldest friends.

The first two people he loved.

He couldn't and wouldn't lose Sirius or Remus. He just hated that he would be losing you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, you woke in a soft bed covered by an aztec gold and steel blue scroll pattern shabby chic comforter with lace edges. The silky pillows and sheets rubbed pleasantly against your skin as you rolled over. Slowly you sat up and leaned against the padded, upholstered headboard and sighed.

Before your mind could start to wonder, a soft knock at the door caught your attention. Slowly the door opened and a very timid house elf stepped in with a stack of clothes that were clearly Andromedas due to the light colors. “Ms. Avery's presence has been requested on the patio when she's ready.” She said before setting the clothes down and popping off.

You showered and changed languidly, unbraiding your hair and allowing the now soft waves to fall down your shoulders. Gray leggings and an off the shoulder peach sweater pulled over your body as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

You wondered if you were going to be alone now. But again, before you could get too far down that path there was a knock again. This time the sharp face of your childhood friend came into view. Evan smiled and stuffed his hands in his pockets, “I just wanted to come check on you, walk you down.”

Linking arms you both made your way out to the patio where the rest of the group besides Rodolphus were all drinking tea. The table was full of small breakfast tarts, scones and muffins. You took your place between Evan and Regulus and joined in the small conversation as Reggie sat things on your plate for you to eat, and Evan made you tea.

It was a pleasant morning, everyone laughing and catching up as it had been months since most of you had seen each other. It was always odd that you fit in so well with this group of Slytherins and one random Ravenclaw. But you had all grown up closely being mostly purebloods.

As morning rolled into afternoon, the spell of peace was broken by the Potter family owl dropping a letter into your lap. Bellatrix's obnoxious laughter was cut short immediately as they all noticed the panic spread across your face. Evans hand found your shoulder, rubbing it gently as Regulus took the letter from you.

“No matter what this says, you are not and never will be alone Y/n.” Regulus said in an even and firm tone, Evan nodding along.

“If you need somewhere to stay, you'll stay here.” Andromeda spoke and Ted raised his glass in agreement.

“You could stay at Malfoy Manor as well. And if you need legal help, Lucius’ older brother Draven is a Lawyer.” Narcissa said looking towards her boyfriend who also nodded. While he didn't really want to be involved he wouldn't turn you away. And he knew Draven would help just about anyone, especially someone in need.

Bella cackled a little before speaking, “And if you need someone hexed or tortured.. You know where to find me, little lion.” Everyone, including yourself, laughed at that. “But, maybe you should explain to us what's going on. So we can help you properly.”

You sighed and looked at your glass of tea as you spoke. “You all know that I am… or maybe was.. I don't know, anyways. I'm with James, Remus and Sirius.. You also know that Sirius doesn't really like me, for whatever reason.”

Everyone nodded as you continued, “Clearly he likes me enough to sleep with me, but not enough to be nice to me..” Regulus and Evan scoffed as they listened, “Now I'm pregnant. Clearly don't know who the father is, James seemed excited and promised not to go anywhere. His parents were overjoyed and told me that even if James leaves they want to be a part of the baby's life.”

You bit your lip trying to hold back the stinging tears in your eyes as you pictured Remus’ face again. “Remus I can understand a little.. Hes freaked out about passing his curse on. But he looked at me, and jumped away from me like I had a disease or something.. He didn't say anything or stop Sirius from screaming at me.”

Your tears had started to fall now as some of the others felt anger rising in them. “Sirius though.. God it was horrible, he told me even if the baby is his, he wants nothing to do with me or it.” Narcissa and Andromeda gasped and covered their mouths, both horrified with their cousin.

“He told me he doesn't want a child, especially not with me… Remus doesn't want children either! And he bet that I don't even know who the father is.. Like clearly I don't, you all use me! Then he went on to call my baby a bastard and scream about how he wouldn't be a part of its life. And how the entire downfall of the Marauders is my fault..”

When you stopped everyone was pink in the cheeks with anger, even Lucius who ended up speaking up. “If neither of them wanted a child, then first they should've used protection.. OR stuck to fucking each other! That's such bullshit..”

The other men at the table nodded as Narcissa leaned across the table and rubbed your hand. “We are all here darling. I'm sure between the nine of us we can raise a semi functioning child.” She smiled a little while you all chuckled at her joke. You turned your hand over and squeezed hers, “Well.. I guess I should read this letter huh?”

#the marauders #marauders #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders x reader #james potter x y/n #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x female reader #marauders fanfiction #marauders x you #marauders x y/n

[animefreak1145]

The Brilliance of Break On Through

Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War Mission Break on Through—An Analysis

I have replayed the campaign of COD:BOCW numerous times—too many times truly. Did a whole playthrough where it was Hardened and soon I’m sure I shall do Veteran(something I have never done for any COD game. Not even Hardened.).

All missions have their own unique qualities—parts where the player gets a little rush of adrenaline depending on the kind of mission and how they choose to play it (Nowhere Left to Run just a plain shooting match while Brick in the Wall you can choose to remain stealthy like the good spy you are or go crazy like an eager homicidal maniac).

Even within the safehouse, there are plenty of little details to discover if you take the time to look around and observe everyone. Or, everything. (The radio if turned to a Russian station/correspondence, Adler changes it back immediately before Da Nang mission. Watching Park’s body language, as you talk to Adler and she periodically looks over to you two. Adler suspicious when you go to the Red Room or the locked room with the arcade. The T.V. being turned on in the Red Room)

But the amount of details, details, in the mission Break on Through is outstanding. I have played this mission more than any other due to me wishing to look at all the details. There’s so many, I think I may miss some. And I can’t show them off all to you cause I suck at creating gifs and don’t know how to transfer that from Xbox to my phone.

To lighten it up a bit, I won’t focus on the four different scenarios you go through—at least not each one. That would take too long and I do not have gifs/pics to show it off since Tumblr limits it to ten anyways.

I will, however, try to guide to what parts of the game you all can explore if you choose to do so. As well just how detailed they did this mission.

I am going to start with the different statements Adler says to you throughout all the Scenarios(17, 6, 11, 1). We only go through four in the actual game—but the fact it goes up to 17 or possibly more shows just how far they went in and messed with Bell’s mind.

Now, Adler seems to be a bit bipolar on how he talks to you whether or not you listen to him and all his directions. Either totally blasé and cold to giving you and pumping you up with more MK or meds, or actually a tad concerned and patient as he guides you through.

If You/Bell Stands Still/Does Nothing:

Example 1

“So you did nothing? What were you, in shock?”

He throws the words callously, mocking. As if Bell isn’t confused and lost at what is going on. He even sounds irritated that you might actually be in shock due to these memories that are just fake—not even real. Not like what he has.

Example 2

“What’s wrong with Bell?” -Adler

“I’m not sure. . .” -Park

“I guess we’ll just wait on you to proceed, Bell.”

The contrast is dizzying. He sounds concerned when he asks Park on what could be wrong with you. If he pushed you too far and now you’re just frozen. And, instead of rushing you due to how the fate of half of Europe is at stake, he decides to give you space. Just wait for you and you’ll come out of it soon enough.

He does these sort of reactions numerous times. Jumping from intimidating to the Adler we knew as the player, as Bell—kind and always in your corner that believes in you. He switches tactics based on what he believes will work really—or he just felt really on edge at times and threw the farce that you two were friends out the window.

Other examples include:

Scenario 11–Napalm Strike-in the lab in the room where you were brainwashed

“Christ, what’s happening with them?”-Adler

“A mild seizure. Sims, past me a benzodiazepine.” -Park

Again, concerned. Worried. Almost…at unease?

In the lab—tripped up on drugs. If you run through the tight shrinking hallway back and forth like so(I suck at making gifs, I’m sorry):

“Why is Bell repeating themselves?”

Or

“Bell, stop speaking in circles.”

Now, as others may have suspected, Bell is talking to everyone as they’re stuck in this horrible loop of mental torture. Most likely muttering, hands clenching and arms pulling against the straps of the gurney, moving their head back and forth depending on what they’re seeing. I always saw Bell as muttering quickly in Russian as they go through all of this—their mother tongue where it may comfort them as they’re panicking and speaking to Adler.

It’s just a nice detail showcasing how exactly Adler knows that Bell is on script—Bell saying what they’re seeing and doing and what’s going on. It shows also just how hard they put Bell through the ringer(badum tss. I’ll leave now).

All the details too when the game shows how the drugs they put in Bell affects you. Like so. The hallways appearing long. The lights looking yellow. You feel so fast—look how quick you can run. Run towards the Red Door that Adler so desperately wants and maybe this can stop. Ah, why is it running away from you? What’s going on?

I don’t know about you, but I was so lost and confused at what was going on my first playthrough. For the majority of this mission, the possibility of me being brainwashed didn’t reach the BACK of my mind till probably I actually saw the flashes of scenes about Vietnam and calling Bell a subject. So like right here.

I personally thought that I had a repressed memory or something due to me going through the Vietnam War. That whatever I saw with Perseus, I—or rather Bell—repressed it from our mind due to how violent or horrible what we saw or experienced was. And that Adler suspected and just really wanted to know about it.

I didn’t expect for the man to actually brainwash my character—us—Bell! The game made Adler your mentor, who always defended you from Hudson and believed in your skills very highly. How he and Bell were basically perfect partners when the two of you were together.

It’s amazing—cause I think that’s what the developers were going for. The absolute trust. The loyalty. The denial that ‘maybe Adler is being a little harsh but hey, this is to help Perseus so it’s okay?’ It’s perfect. Because I’m sure that is what Bell actually felt in real time.

Yet, if you go through the total rebellious choice of not listening to Adler, some thing’s make sense. The Rebellious Side shows you way more than if you just listen to Adler like a Dutiful Soldier.

You go through this room if you choose the rebellious route, the T.V.’s automatically turning on the closer you get. Of Vietnam. And now, all those T.V.‘s that turned on by themselves(the Red Room, Lubyanka, Cuba) make sense. You were actually being brainwashed. Poor Bell probably can’t ever have a turned off/broken T.V. again. The trauma.

Said trauma being shown multiple times too. Not just the T.V.‘s. But the absolute terror that Bell felt, before they became Bell, with Adler.

Like do you see this? This terrified me when I saw it at the end of the hallway. I just saw a red shadow in the distance and I legit thought I was about to be chased. Call of Duty became a horror game(I also went through the door to the ground too my first playthrough, so before this I went through zombies and I think my heart was going to jump out my chest) I thought. I didn’t want to get closer. I had to, with each step I see that it’s not a shadow but a body. And than I see the familiar jacket, the sound of whirring in my ears and see it’s Adler’s head being twisted back and forth, side to side, up and down, in a speed that in inhumanely possible.

Makes one wonder if Bell themselves sees Adler as inhumane. Not human. Adler seeming to just be a god in their head. All the Adler shaped rocks/boulders you go through and see. Even one point the V.C. becoming Adler and you killing him over and over and dead bodies of Adler being everywhere.

The man has entered Bell’s head and won’t leave. Just like Adler won’t leave Bell alone.

Heck, there’s one point in my playthroughs of this mission I was by the bridge yet there were parts of the lab by it. I jumped towards it, noticing down below there were different floors of the lab that eventually reach the ground. I jumped to reach the next floor and missed and I died.

And Adler mocked Bell committing suicide.

That was the kicker really that Adler truly is indifferent towards Bell. Like complete disregard. I know it’s fake. We know it’s fake. Adler knows it’s fake—but to Bell, it felt real. That’s the crazy part. All of this—this whole sequence feels real to Bell so each time they die they actually feel it. It’s insane. It’s cruel.

But we all know that Adler isn’t known for his kindness. Still like his character though, he’s layered.

I don’t have the exact quote he said, didn’t wrote it down like the others. I was shook he said it at all.

Moving on to the final details I’m going to talk about.

When you go through the room, I believe this comes out for both rebellious and dutiful, really depends. You see it filled with post it notes, articles, plans, and newspapers. And you see once more just how Bell has been scarred.

I don’t know Russian or German, but I imagine the notes are similar to what the English one’s say. If I’m wrong, please point it out.

There’s also post it notes which I believe is in code as well due to all the numbers—I’m not sure what those could mean since I am no decoding expert.

Poor poor Bell. And with all these pictures and plans—of Adler included—it begs the question that Bell may have been warned about the famous America’s Monster beforehand. Had to have—since Adler is basically Perseus’s adversary due to how stubborn the American man could be. It just adds more to the story, despite Cold War having quite a short campaign, they made it up somewhat with all these details everywhere.

When you finally and actually reach the room.

As you grow closer to the table, to your chair in the conference room while everyone else seems to have their own spots, there’s something I noticed.

There’s glasses. As well as a hat. And it’s Bell’s. Or at least, it used to be. Why else is it on their side of the table? By their chair? I believe it might be reading glasses due to all the decryptions Bell does, whether on paper or through a computer, it’s hard on the eyes. (I’m sure I’m not the only one who noticed this. For look at @second-vtoroy ‘s Bell)

I believe through the brainwashing, Bell might not need glasses anymore. After all, apparently they were a smoker like Adler before too but they took that out of you. What else they changed of Bell? It makes one wonder how far they truly went into molding a person.

Which just adds onto how mind boggling this mission is—this game is. This is my favorite COD game, despite how short it is. The details and choices and interactions with everyone and able to create your own character(albeit it’s very standard and not specific but it’s good enough for me) is AMAZING. I’ve always been a sucker for RPG’s and able to get that even a little in a COD game? Truly wonderful.

I couldn’t touch on everything because it would’ve gotten long, but the fun of the Break on Through mission never gets old. It’s genius multiple ways you can do it. All the details. The feelings you feel as a player as you go through it.

They truly did a unique job with this and I hope they continue with this type of game storytelling. Hopefully longer as well.

Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this rant basically!

Gifs made by me and used the video down below to help.

https://youtu.be/t6QkmkGGHSQ

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[girlgrouptrash101]

Chaeyoung (Fromis_9) as Your Girlfriend

Request: “PLEASE DO A FROMIS 9 CHAEYOUNG AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND THANK YOU SO MUCH ILYSM”

“Hullooo can I request Fromis9 Chaeyoung as your gf pleasee”

“bro i love your work! not sure if you’re taking requests right now but can you do chaeyoung of fromis_9 as your gf?”

“PLEASE!!! Can you do a GF Chaeyoung/Saerom/Nakyung (Fromis_9)???”

A/N: i hope i did our lovely chaeyoung justice !! 

- C

Chaeyoung Vs confronting her feelings instead of just teasing you constantly until you got the hint and made the first move

once she gets over most of her nerves her teasing tends to take on more of a flirty tone

leading to you turning into absolute mush and chaeyoung getting so cocky 😋

gets a lot more open with affection once you officially start dating,,, but mostly in private because she will NOT be accused of being whipped

(which she absolutely is but... no one needs to know that)

lowkey a sucker for cuddles, and her favourite is when you lay your head in her lap and she can play with your hair

and poking you teasingly when she catches you falling asleep, wanting to keep talking to you until she finally decides to let you nap against her

Chaeyoung is STRONK and loves to show off at the most random of times

You: *having absolutely no problem opening a jar*

Chaeyoung: "hey babe looks like you're having trouble there let me show you how it's DONE"

and proceeds to open the perfectly easy jar before flexing her biceps and making you giggle because. that's your mf girlfriend okay and if she wants to be a gentlewoman and open jars for you then. SO BE IT

dates can range from being at home and screaming at the cringy scenes in romance movies to dressing up to the absolute max and hitting the town,,,, both work for you guys

chaeyoung loves dressing up to go out, mostly because the way you look at her makes her feel like an absolute princess

actually, you look at chaeyoung like she's a princess whether she's in a dress or her pyjamas,, and it often makes her realise just how in love you are with her

which is a huge comfort for her, because she's absolutely head over heels for you, and navigating through these intense feelings feels a lot easier when she knows you're going through the exact same thing

those are the kind of thoughts chaeyoung only shares when she's wrapped up in your arms and half awake in the early hours of the morning, both of you too sleepy to feel the weight of your words,, while simultaneously feeling wide awake as you confess your love to one another

ok that was deep tf. anyways !

Chaeyoung very very very much loves sharing clothes

nothing gets her heart pumping like the sight of you dressed in her sweatpants and hoodies

as someone who can be a tad possessive at times, she loves to see you wrapped in her scent and she honestly thinks you just look so good in them

speaking of jealousy,,,, it is an absolute no no for chaeyoung if someone else even thINKS about flirting with her baby

she has never felt a love as powerful as she has with you, and no one, and she means no.one. is going to take that away from you guys

if someone did flirt with you in front of her she'd soon have her an arm wrapped around your waist and would say something like, "baby, is this person bothering you?" just to get you out of the situation

to which you would thank her, before reassuring her that you're absolutely all hers with a mind-blowing kiss that leaves Chaeyoung smiling like the love sick fool that she is

Tells you SO many stories of her members doing dumb shit omg they're basically your 8 new besties before you even meet them

Chaeyoung impersonating you whenever you do something embarassing my god will she just let you LIVEEE (no she absolutely will not)

she really random affectionate things that make no sense but also you know thats how she shows her love for you so???? you love it anyway????

like. imagine getting a message from her and its a picture of gum stuck to the floor in a shape that BARELY resembles a heart and she’s all like “babe... this is how i feel about you”

but you accept her for being the dork she is,, eventually turning it into a competition to find the most random thing around you that reminds you and Chaeyoung of one another

your relationship is unique, but it’s a perfect kind of love that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside whenever Chaeyoung looks at you <3

NSFW From Here:

i think i could see Chaeyoung preferring to be on top, always using her strength to get the upper hand and leaving you a moaning mess beneath her

does NOT stand for you being quiet; it's the little whines and moans of appreciation from you that drive her absolutely wild

once again with the possessive thing, Chaeyoung would definitely be one to fuck you while you're wearing her hoodie or her oversized t-shirt

or even when you’re clad in her clothes, rocking back and forth on her thigh as her strong hands grip your waist, Chaeyoung whispering words of encouragement and praise in your ear

and you know just how much it drives her crazy, so more often than not you tend to text a few,,, interesting photos to your girlfriend, your legs spread wide open while you're clad in one of her shirts

and you know she'll be so on edge for the whole day, the image of you running through her brain on a never-ending loop

also absolutely loves when you tug on her hair, whether it's when you thread your hands in her locks while you're making out

or if she's buried in-between your legs and your gripping onto her hair for dear life as she brings you closer and closer to the edge

when it's your turn to please Chaeyoung the way she needs it, she always gets so flustered, trying her best to keep a cocky facade,,, but ultimately she always succumbs to the pleasure and becomes a whiny mess beneath you

has a thing for mirrors

imagine your back flush against her chest while you sit on your lap, your legs hooked open over hers as you watch her plunge her fingers in and out of your dripping core

this is also where Chaeyoung is a sucker for eye contact, her eyes darkened with lust capturing your own as you try not to squeeze them shut out of pleasure

for the times when she’s feeling less serious, you best believe Chaeyoung will be teasing you endlessly, laughing as she kisses you all over and can’t help but whisper against her skin just how much she loves you

if there’s one thing about Chaeyoung, it’s that she definitely knows how to make you feel good about yourself, with her endless kind words and soft kisses that make you dizzy

followed by endless cuddles and soft aftercare as she takes care of you, even going as far as carrying you to the bath after long nights where your legs fail to hold you up ;)

#chaeyoung #lee chaeyoung #fromis_9 #fromis chaeyoung #fromis_9 chaeyoung #fromis imagines #fromis fluff #fromis smut #kpop x reader #fromis scenariois #fromis reactions #fromis_9 fluff #fromis_9 smut #fromis_9 reactions #fromis_9 scenarios #fromis_9 imagines #kpop #kpop fluff #kpop smut #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #girl group fluff #girl group smut #girl group reactions #girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #kpop girl groups #girl groups #kpop girls

[sylverstorms]

Miranda x Mia---- Eternal

A Ko-Fi commission I wrote for the wonderful @saltwatereulogies. Thank you so very much for the support and I hope you enjoy the fic!

Drip. Splatter.

The first sound you’re aware of is that of the occasional waterdrop crashing onto the same humid, uneven floor you’re lying on.

The second is the sound of her voice.

“Rise and shine.” she says, somewhere off to the side. You are still too disoriented to pinpoint exactly where.

You’re not dizzy enough, though, to not immediately realize you’re trapped. The way the light behind your captor shines makes it all the more obvious, casting large shadows in the shape of your prison bars across your small, moldy cell.

“Y-you…” you struggle to talk. Your throat is too dry and your temples pound like a war drum. It feels like you’ve collided with a truck. And yet her voice commanding you to sleep is the last thing you remember.

“I haven’t formally introduced myself. Though I’m sure your friend has told you about me.”

You blink to make your vision focus yet it’s hopeless. She is but a dark blur to you –am I hallucinating or are those wings?

“My name is Miranda.”

Suddenly, that name snaps everything into focus so sharply you could get whiplash. You’re on your knees the next second, just about ready to leap at her. She’s the one. The one Chris warned you about. She may look like an angel but she is a devil.

“I don’t care who the hell you are! What do you want from me?!” you demand.

“Your cooperation in my experiments, for starters.” she says it calmly, but she is no fool to believe you’ll just agree to that, you can see it in her crystal-blue eyes.

“Ha! As if!” you retort.

“Well. That answer will change when I have Rose.” The name of your daughter makes every nerve ending in your body kick at once.

“What. Like Ethan will just hand her over to the likes of you?”

“Actually.”

A slow smirk crosses her full lips. Then their shape changes to match yours. All of her does, until you are left looking at a perfect mirror of yourself. Only, there’s no way you look quite that good inside of this shitty cell.

“He’ll hand her over to you.”

When she laughs, it is your own voice haunting your ears.

-

-

She has your daughter. She has your everything in her hands. So, she has your cooperation, as well.

Miranda doesn’t really talk when she comes to collect blood samples for whatever experiments she needs them. Your initial cries and questions were muted the second she told you the more helpful and less annoying you are, the more inclined she’ll feel to bring Rose to you for a while.

In the end, you do let yourself be her docile little lab rat.

Until you literally can’t take the silence anymore.

“Was it really… that easy?” ‘To enter my home and take my daughter’ you want to add but you can’t even get the words past your throat.

She seems to understand, though. “Effortless.” she isn’t being cocky as she says it. In fact, she seems almost surprised herself. At least, from the angle you get of her face, while she’s studying a strange rock-like substance under a microscope.

“How the hell did Ethan not figure out you aren’t me?!” That moron. He just gave your daughter to her. That clueless moron!

For a split second, you see her lip twitch in what could, perhaps, be a withheld smile. “I was there for a day, so. Seems like your husband doesn’t know you quite that well.”

Is it really fair to blame him for not knowing you, though? With the secrets you’ve kept from him? The distance? The trauma from the shared nightmare you experienced coming back to you every time you even looked at him?

God, Rose really is the only thing that kept you together, isn’t she…

It’s easy to hate the accursedly beautiful bitch outside your cell. It’s easy to blame Ethan for not even suspecting something was amiss with you for a whole damn day.

It is not so easy to blame yourself as much as you do them.

-

-

Miranda replies when you ask her things, so you ask her about herself. To your surprise, she does not shroud her motives from you.

She has lost her daughter, she tells you, and the only way to get her back is through yours. For the first time since you met her, you see emotion clearly expressed in her eyes and voice. You recognize how she longs to be with her child again.

You can understand the never-ending grief of a mother losing her offspring. You know if anything happened to Rose you would rather fling yourself off a cliff than live a life without her.

And apparently, that is what she tried to do, too. She tried to die –and discovered life instead. That is what she calls it, anyway. All you can hear as she explains is that she found –and founded— the Mold. The same one that ruined your husband and you.

One more reason to hate the psycho witch.

And yet.

When you try to reach for the rage you previously held for her, you find that it’s gone. You’re bitter, you’re exhausted, you want to cry and above everything you want to see Rose again. But you don’t loathe her as you should.

“What do you mean… the only way to get Eva back is through Rose?” you dare ask after several minutes of silence.

She turns to look at you, eyes as piercing as they are blue. “Technically, the trade is simple.” Maybe you’re losing it from the stress and lack of sleep, but you think she almost hesitates for a second. “…a life for a life.”

As soon as she speaks and the meaning of her words registers in your mind, you’re gripping at the rusty iron bars with all your might, rattling them, shouting profanities at her. You are back to hating her all over again. It’s much simpler this way.

Until… she walks over and grabs your hand over the metal. Her touch is oddly warm for such a glacial heart. You cannot tell what she does to you, but it feels like an aura flowing through your system that silences you. Calms you. You do not want to be calm.

“I wasn’t finished.” she speaks. “That is where the experiments with you come in. By running tests on your blood and Rose’s and using my DNA as a medium, during the ritual I can trick the Megamycete into giving me what I want through a form of mitosis. Essentially, cell duplication that will not override the existing vessel.”

To be honest… you lost her midway through the very first sentence. You were quite good with biology back in the day but right now, in the state you’re in, science is going right over your head.

“...Is there an English version of that.” you ask.

Her mouth curves into that almost-smile again. It would be quite gorgeous, actually, if she hadn’t kidnapped you, infiltrated your home as you and abducted your daughter.

“If the tests succeed, you get your daughter back, I get mine from cloned DNA and Mold cells.” There’s a hint of pride in her voice as she says it.

And now, assuming she’s telling the truth, you want those tests to succeed more than you want to get out of here. Her hand leaves yours and the weird calm she blasted into you dissipates with it.

“Wait. So…” Realization strikes you like a thunderclap. “So these tests are for me?”

“You’re welcome.”

“I didn’t say thank you, you crazy b—blonde.” You rattle the iron bars again, a tad weaker than before. She does smirk over the microscope, this time. “How likely are the tests to succeed?” you ask impatiently.

“Quite.” she replies, flat once again.

“…And if they don’t?” you hate how your voice shakes there, at the end.

She looks at you, dead in the eyes, as she answers: “I am getting my daughter back either way, Mia.”

You can’t believe it. You cannot believe you’re thinking this, but you hope the crazy bitch knows what she’s doing.

-

-

Miranda is… despicable, but she is a woman of her word.

She brings you Rose for hours at a time and in exchange you help her outside of your cell. You thought your daughter would be in a worse condition, considering who keeps her, yet she’s healthy as ever, well-fed and clean. The worst part is, she laughs every time Miranda comes close and she even reaches out for her.

“No, my darling, don’t do that.” you tell her, tucking her tighter in your arms, before the woman behind you notices what’s happening.

Except it’s too late. “Ah, I see.” Miranda speaks, coming up to you from behind. She’s tall enough to lean over your shoulder and wave at Rose, who moves both hands towards her. “A lady of taste.” the woman praises and the lightness to her voice almost makes her sound like someone else. Someone normal.

“Stop it.” You turn your child away from her. “She’s just confused because you’re lit up like a Christmas tree.” You motion with your chin at her getup.

Miranda chuckles. “What. She senses our bond. Rose feels safe with me.”

Safe with the monster who wants to sacrifice her to get her own child back. You cannot swallow that thought down. “But she’s not, is she?!” you snap.

“She is.” Miranda reverts to her cool facade, glancing down at your daughter. “I will never let anything hurt her. And when she gives me Eva back, I will make sure she grows up bathed in luxury.”

It’s the Mold, you’re sure of it.

It’s the Mold’s fault that you believe her.

-

-

You were supposed to see Rose today. Instead, Miranda comes into the cave alone, looking irritated. You start to worry. Nothing phases her without a good reason. What if—

“Where’s my daughter?!” you demand, eyes wide.

“We have a problem.” she tells you. Your blood goes cold in your veins. “A problem named Ethan Winters.”

“Ethan?” you gasp.

“He is trying to get Rose back and according to reports from the Lords under me, he cannot be killed. His hand got cut off and he just reattached it. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” she’s certain that you know. You can see it in her steely eyes.

“I— why would I—”

“Before you think to lie to me, hear something else. I bear good news, as well.” Miranda says. “I have succeeded in my experiments. During the ritual, I can guarantee Rose will remain unharmed and unchanged.” the edge of her lip curls up as she delivers the news. You almost cry from the sheer relief.

You almost leap forward and hug her, yet you remember who she is and that she caused this mess in the first place.

“But my conditions have changed.” her voice is a sword that cuts off your happiness just like that. You knew it was too good to be true. “For me to save Rose, you will tell me how to permanently get rid of Ethan Winters.”

…What?

She wants you to… trade your daughter for your husband? How the hell can I do that?!

“He has ruined too much for me to let him walk away happily now.” Her jaw is tight enough to sprout new lines on her flawless face. She wants him dead and she always gets what she wants. “He has killed colleagues of mine. Spat in the face of a damn-near god. I will have his head.”

The corners of your eyes sting with welling tears. Your body is far more honest than you in making a decision. Nobody is too important to sacrifice when it comes to your daughter. Not yourself. Not Ethan. And Miranda knows this better than anybody else. You loathe how she knows.

“Give him to me, Mia. And in a few days this whole thing will be over.” she continues in a significantly softer tone, getting closer to you. Her wings shift, the very edge of black feathers brushing your arms.

“You want me to aid in killing the father of my child?!” you sob, grabbing at her clothes. You’d expect her to shove you away, but she doesn’t move. She doesn’t even blink.

“You have been so cooperative and so brave.” she soothes, gold-taloned fingers coming underneath your chin. “Make one last sacrifice for me. Help me murder Ethan so Rose can live. Help me and I vow to be her eternal guardian angel. Hers and yours.”

She could just force the answer out of you. She’s touching you and you know she has that power. But she doesn’t do it and it’s far worse this way. She wants it to be your choice.

You look away from Miranda’s icy eyes and her promises of everything.

And you tell her.

-

-

You do not ask about Ethan. All that’s in your mind is the ceremony.

For the entire morning, you cannot breathe. You trace notes in her lab and pace around until you literally feel like you’ll explode—

And then Miranda comes in. She is radiant, smiling from ear to ear, glowing with pure joy. She looks every part the goddess she pretends to be. The golden circle usually adorning her back is gone, her long blonde hair is left free to flow like fine strands of silk past her square shoulders.

“It is done!” she tells you, a hand extended for you to take. “Come. I’ll take you to Rose and you will be the first to meet Eva.”

Her hand is warm when it closes around yours. Black wings shroud you both. There is a gravitational pull around you that’s so intense you shut your eyes and grab onto her biceps for dear life.

“You can look, now.” she speaks once the world is stable again. Your gut is churning, yet every bit of exhaustion and discomfort vanish the second you see Rose. She is safe within the first of the two golden cribs in front of you, bathed by the soft sunlight that disperses across the luxurious, dark-tiled chamber you’re in.

You run towards her, lifting your daughter in your arms and kissing her forehead over and over. She laughs at you, blue eyes crinkled. My love. My everything, you think. Everything was worth it for this moment. And you would do it all again, to ensure her safety.

Miranda’s steps, regal and authoritative, come to a stop near the other crib. You lean closer, take a look… to see another little angel there, sleeping peacefully. She resembles Rose, yet she resembles Miranda, too.

“Oh my God.” you breathe. “You really did it.”

“I did it and you and Rose made it possible, Mia.” she says. Your child extends a tiny hand towards her. She removes one of her claws and lets her finger be taken in your baby’s grip. “You don’t have to leave. She loves me already.” A proud smile curves her lips.

You hate how it looks like a sunrise.

You hate it even more that you understand why Rose is so charmed.

“Her mom can grow to love me, too.” Crystal eyes look into your own. “There is no place safer than by my side. Stay and we will raise them together. You won’t have to fear disease or death with me. You and Rose will have every little thing you could ever want. Forever.”

You don’t want your child to be co-patented by this selfish megalomaniac, who is the killer of her father. But. Then you stop to consider what you have been through until now. Nightmare after nightmare; this vicious cycle does not look like it will be broken. One thing or another will haunt you and hunt you wherever you go. You don’t want that life for Rose.

You won’t accept that life for Rose.

“…we will stay. But you can forget that part about me growing any fonder of you than I am now.”

Miranda nods, but something in her expression is so damn cocky you want to smack her. “Oh, what’s that, Rose? You can tell your mother is lying, too? My genius girl.”

Your jaw drops. She is my genius girl!

Miranda then touches your chin and tilts it up. You don’t want to be any closer to the gorgeous fucking witch, but when she stops there, hovering just over your mouth for a skipped heartbeat, looking down at you with those crystalline eyes of hers, you’re paralyzed.

Her lips slide over your own for just one slick, hot second. When she pulls back, she caresses Rose’s cheek and winks at you.

“I hate you.” you say, yet it holds no real bite. God, you’re exhausted.

“That’s alright. We have all the time in the world to change that.”

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“REM” Bang Chan Drabble

anon asked:

Hi, there! I hope you’re having a good day/night. I’ve been having serious Chan feels lately, so can I please request something where Chan comforts his s/o who is having nightmares/night terrors and makes them feel safe? It can be a scenario or a Drabble, whichever you see fit. Thank you so much in advance!

Hi babe, i don’t know if this is exactly what you had in mind, but i got an idea and i ran with it lmaoo :) 

Word count: 3k Warnings: Fem!Reader (i mention certain features of the reader, and i am so sorry if it doesn’t match yours!! I try to keep it as description-free as i can, but sometimes it just happens, you know?), Gets kinda graphic and a tad bit disgusting. (Blood, gore, etc.)

“I don’t get it. Frank Tupelo is actually Alexander Pearce? But-” You started staring at the screen that showed the end credits of the horribly confusing movie you just watched. Chan was sat next to you none the wiser. 

“But he pretended- why would he, hold up.” Chan started, but cut himself off countless times. To be honest, the only reason you watched the movie in the first place was because Johnny Depp was one of the main character, and he has a tendency to make every movie great.

(Justice for Johnny Depp, I said what I said.)

“Whatever, I’m going to bed. You coming?” Your boyfriend asked as he got to his feet, ready to leave the living room and ascend the staircase connecting to your bedroom. You nodded, letting him know you would be up in a few minutes. However, that was a lie. 

The past few nights you had been having these awful nightmares, making you shake yourself awake. Every single time you did, you were scared you had woken your boyfriend up. Up until now, you had been in the clear, but last night, he was just about to stir awake, but then just scratched his chest and the turned around, remaining fast asleep. That’s when you decided you would be sleeping in the living room until the dreams calmed down. Just because you couldn’t sleep, didn’t mean your boyfriend had to go through the same. 

You cleaned off the table after removing the empty bowl of popcorn and the two glasses. After making sure Chan was unsuspecting, and had fallen asleep, you went upstairs and got ready for bed. Pajamas, brushing your teeth, washing your face, all that jazz. You then made your way back downstairs with a blanket from the closet and grabbed a book as well. That way you could place the book next to you and make Chan believe you fell asleep while doing some late night reading.

After getting comfortable on the soft couch, you hesitantly closed your eyes, waiting for sleep to consume you. 

Running. You didn’t know where, but the gut-wrenching feeling washing over you told you to book it, to get as far away as you could. Looking behind you, you saw nothing but darkness, the same thing that was in front of you, as well as at your sides.  A searing pain suddenly wrapped itself around your legs, making you snap your eyes down to see what on earth was going on. Barbed wire could be seen snaking its way up your legs, digging it’s thorns into your legs, drawing blood long ago. Skin started peeling back, revealing muscle tissue and bone. You wanted to scream out in pain, but as you went to open your mouth, you felt the same searing pain. Your hands flew to your mouth, only to feel twine had sown your lips shut.  A whisper surrounded you. You couldn’t hear exactly what the voice spoke, but you could hear it clear as day at the same time. It drove you crazy.  “This is what he feels.” The voice finally said so you could understand it. Your eyes furrowed together as you tried to understand what he meant, as well as trying to stop the barbed wire from making its way further up your legs.  “This is what he feels.” The voice repeated. The frustration grew too big, making you tear open your mouth, the twine snapping.  “What are you talking about?” You cried. The barbed wire was at your hips at this point, continuing to dig into your skin, blood pouring out of your wounds. “Chan. This is what he feels when he is with you. In pain- you’re holding him back, and it kills him.” You desperately looked around you to find the source of the voice, but to no avail. “No! He loves me!” You cried out, battling the wire that was now cutting up your arms. “He loves me.” You were quieter this time, more unsure. The smallest moment of uncertainty was enough for the barbed wire to get the upper hand, now strangling your neck, making it impossible for you to breathe as tears and blood streamed down your cheeks. You became more and more dizzy before you finally gave in. 

In panic you sat up, looking around, your breath heavy. You had woken up, now back in your living room, no longer in your own personal hell. It took you a few moments to regain your breath, but you finally did. You were drenched in sweat, the large shirt you had stolen from Chan was now sticking to your back, rather than hanging loosely off it. 

You got to your feet and went to the kitchen, needing a glass of water. The digital clock on the oven flashed red as it informed you it was almost seven in the morning. You let out a breath of relief as you realized you didn’t have to go back to sleep. 

After chugging the icy water, you snuck back upstairs and into your bath, turning on the shower. While you waited for it to heat up, you walked over to the mirror, about to grab your hairbrush when your reflection caught your eye. Your throat was red and irritated, having a single scratch down below your ear. You reached up to touch it, and that was when you saw the red irritation marks matched your fingers exactly. You had probably tried to get the barbed wire off in your sleep, rather than just dreaming it. 

Something kinda similar had happened a few weeks ago when you had shook Chan’s hand in your sleep, dreaming you were greeting the prime minister of New Zealand. It had been funny at the time, but now it kind of concerned you. You could only imagine what Chan would do if he saw you like this. Good think you had slept on the couch. 

You proceeded to get ready for the day, opting for a fashionable turtleneck after getting out of the shower and drying off. Turtlenecks weren’t unusual for you to wear, so when Chan finally woke up and saw you at the kitchen table in the black sweater and slip-dress over it, he just complimented your style, rather than asking about it.

“What are your plans for the day?” You asked him after kissing him good-morning. He grabbed some of the grapes you had on your plate of fruit in front of you, and popped one into his mouth before replying. “I don’t know. I thought maybe we could have lunch with Felix and Hyunjin? Thoughts?” He looked at you before taking another grabe in his mouth. You gleefully nodded as you loved to hang out with the boys. They always had the craziest stories, and they loved telling you about their new projects and how their album was coming along. 

However, what you hadn’t taken into account was your lack of proper sleep, and hanging out with the boys craved energy like nothing else. 

So lunchtime finally rolled around, and you found yourself at a café, actively sipping your third coffee today. And at this point it was only eleven thirty. 

“You had to be there- it was crazy! I’m still shocked that no one ended up at the ER.” Felix cackled as he told you yet another of his crazy stories, the two other boys chuckling alongside with him. You tried your absolute best to fake a good laugh, and you could see that Felix and Hyunjin didn’t suspect a thing. But unlucky for you, your boyfriend wasn’t as easy to fool. You sat there for a little while longer before Chan suddenly excused himself as his phone rang. Or at least he said it did, you couldn’t really see his screen. 

“So, Y/n, Chan tells us you’ve been getting really into home projects and such lately?” Felix asked you as he took a bite of his croissant. You nodded along, telling the two boys about your latest project. “Fixing the door sounded fairly easy, so I thought I could do that to kinda ease myself into the world of carpentry and DIYs, but holy cow was I wrong. I have been working on the door upstairs, the one into the laundry-room, you know the one? Yeah, and well, my toolbox have been sitting next to a heavily broken door on the floor for like three days now. Every time I start, I get even more pissed and have to take a breather.” You chuckled, trying to plaster on a mask of enthusiasm and humor.

You loved the boys to death, but you just didn’t have the energy to spare today. They applauded you, resulting in you bowing slightly. Hyunjin asked a few questions about a doorknob he had issues with at his own place, to which you gave him some tips. 

“Sorry about that.” Your boyfriend suddenly returned to the table. “But Y/n and I have to get going. Our neighbour just called and said she thought she heard a tap running, so we gotta go get that. But it was nice catching up!” Chan let them know, making you get to your feet and grab your purse, scared your place might’ve already flooded. You gave the two boys both a kiss on the cheek as you bid them goodbye, you and Chan soon making your way out of the café. 

“Was it Linda who called, or Mrs. Oh?” You asked, trying to place which tap it might have been they heard. Chan soon grabbed your hand and slowed you down, letting you know there was no rush. “What are you doing, we gotta get home!” You grew confused.

“There was no phone-call you moron. I saw you were tired and needed a break. We can catch up with them some other time.” He spoke with a smirk on his face, making your jaw drop as well as the corner of your lips tug upwards. You  thanked him and fell into his pace, you giving his hand a squeeze. While still having your fingers intertwined, you took your free hand and wrapped it around the same arm you were holding with your other, your head leaning against his shoulder as you walked at a slow pace. 

The warm breeze kissed your exposed legs, gently brushing your hair out of your face. The sun was high in the sky as it was only noon, people and cars rushing past you, trying to make meetings on time, running errands. 

“Did you even get to bed last night?” Chan asked you quietly, not needing to speak up anymore as you were resting your head on his shoulder. You told him you fell asleep on the couch reading. “Ahh, that makes sense. It’s a good couch, but not the best place to try to get some proper sleep.” He understood. 

The rest of the day was pretty chill, and before you knew it, it was night time. Soft music was playing on the radio as you entered the bathroom where Chan was already standing, fresh out of the shower, only a pair of joggers on him. He was just finishing up putting on shaving cream on his face when you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Hey baby girl.” He grinned as you hung around him. You hummed a reply before letting go of him, letting him raise the razor to his face. 

You brushed your hair and washed your face, but made sure to take your time. You didn’t want to change out of your turtleneck until Chan was gone. When he finally did you hurriedly changed into the same t-shirt you had slept in the night prior, only that it had been washed since its last use. You looked in the mirror and saw that the irritation from this morning had calmed down immensely, only a few scratches being visible. You positioned your hair over your shoulders so the marks would be hidden, at least for the small time you would have to expose yourself to your boyfriend. 

“Hey babe, I’ll be downstairs for a while. I’m not really tired yet, so I’ll just watch a movie or something.” You said as you kissed Chan’s cheek. He was already sitting in bed, his back against the headboard as he scrolled through his phone. “Oh why didn’t you just say so? I’ll come with you.” He smiled and was about to put away his phone, but you stopped him.

“Babe, you have a long day at work tomorrow, you need your sleep. I’ll come back up in no-time, okay?” You assured him. He let you know that he didn’t have work in the morning, but you still convinced him to just go to sleep.

The couch was as comfortable as ever when you finally made your way downstairs with the same blanket from the night before. As soon as your head hit the couch pillows, the memories of your last nightmare flooded your mind, making your breath hitch. You quickly jolted up into a sitting position, taking a few deep breath. You soon tried to lower yourself back down, this time counting the panels of the ceiling, trying to distract yourself as you drifted off to sleep. 

3:39 am 

A muffled scream was heard from downstairs, causing Chan to abruptly wake up. His first instinct was to look over to your side of the bed, his heart dropping when he didn’t see you there. He let his hands ruffle the sheet, looking for you. More rustling noises snapped his attention to the door. Slowly and quietly, Chan made it out of bed, grabbing the handle of the door. He twisted it and quickly opened it, stopping it from making any creaking noises. He then made it into the hallway, trying to listen for sounds downstairs, but it had quieted down. He looked around for a weapon he could attack the intruder with, his eyes landing on your toolbox from the other day. As he grabbed the hammer, he sprinted downstairs, hammer raised above his head, ready to fight off any murderer.

Chan felt his whole body relax when he saw you safe and sound on the couch, no sign of a thief. However, the sigh of relief wasn't something he got the luxury of enjoying as he soon saw you in distress. Tossing and turning and scratching at your neck in such severity that you had drawn the smallest amount of blood.

He placed the hammer on the floor and made his way over to you, grabbing your hands to stop you from hurting yourself anymore. “Y/n!” Chan called out, trying to get you to wake up. After the combination of crying out your name and shaking your shoulder, you finally jolted out of the nightmare you felt so trapped in. You jumped up in a sitting stance, fighting for your breath, tears streaming down your face. 

“Hey, hey- babe. Shh, I’m here. I’m here, love.” Chan spoke instantly, letting you know you were safe. Once you saw you were no longer in danger you fell into his bare chest, sobbing. 

He softly hummed as he protectively wrapped his arms around you, letting you cry out all that you needed. A few minutes passed before you finally calmed down. 

“I’m so sorry I woke you up.” You finally whispered after silence came over you. Chan pulled away from you and gave you a look.

“Are you crazy? Are you actually apologizing right now?” He asked in shock. “I don’t care that you woke me up. All I care about is that you are safe. Okay?” He made sure to look you in the eye and really let you know he meant every single word. 

“Okay. I just didn’t want to be a burden, I figured sleeping on the couch until the nightmares stopped would be the best of both worlds, but I guess not.” You sighed as you fell back into his chest. 

“So you didn’t actually fall asleep reading the other day? Or watch a movie last night?” Chan asked, to which you only hummed, it being a bit too hard to audibly admit you lied to him. 

“Well, since we’re both awake anyways.” Chan stated before letting you go and making his way to the kitchen throwing some popcorn into the microwave. You knew exactly where this was going, so you quickly went upstairs and took a shower as well as getting into another of the many shirts you had stolen from Chan, walking back down. 

The smell of popcorn didn’t surprise you as you had heard him start to pop it before you went upstairs, what did surprise you was what he had down to the living-room while you were gone. Candles on the coffee table, next to wine glasses filled with capri-sun. He had gotten your pillows and quilts from the bedroom and made the couch comfortable. The netflix logo was prominent on the large telly, as Chan patted the seat next to him.

“Bub, you didn’t have to all this!” You gushed as you got under the covers next to him. You cuddled up into his side as he placed his arm around you, kissing the top of your head as you did so. 

“I will never be able to sleep, knowing you won’t sleep well, so we might as well.” He smiled looking down at you, soon switching his attention to the plethora of movies the streaming service. You sighed happily and turned your attention to the same thing. You ended up picking a stupid-looking movie, making fun of the characters as the plot escalated. 

Chan made a comment about the main character that would one hundred-percent have made you laugh, so when you didn’t he looked down at you, a smile slapping across his face when he saw the sight. You were sleeping, soft snoring being the only sound you made. Seeing you peaceful was enough for Chan to turn off the movie and adjust the two of you so you were sleeping on his chest, slowly raising and falling with every breath he took. That way he too could soundly sleep, knowing you were safe.

this shit took me two fucking days. this is usually done in like a few hours- bUT NOOOO I HAD TO GET INVESTED. whatever. I hope you liked it! Feel free to request again!

-Bentley

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