#all i mean with the imitation bit is: in the long run it won't do anything for you

[hellhoundlair]

So we know Jack likes to imitate dean, right? What if when Dean is absent (literally even just for a supply run or to a bar) Jack thinks it's his job to step up and be the Dean of the bunker because he thinks sam can't cope without dean. So sam starts to think its a bit strange that whenever dean is out Jack keeps trying to get him to eat and asking him how much sleep he's getting and hovering in his room, but he's kind of used to it from Dean after all these years so it doesn't feel that out of the ordinary to him. But then Jack thinks, dean would do anything for sam so that means I should do anything for sam too even if it would make him unhappy. So he thinks he's helping sam get more sleep by bringing him tea before bed that's laced with whatever drugs they have in the bunker and he doesn't tell anyone what he's doing because dean would just do what's best for sam without asking for permission so why should jack. And dean is pissed because how the fuck is the kid getting sam to sleep more when Dean himself hasn't been able to do that? And he's already suspicious of Jack so he makes sam sleep in his room with him (gen or wincest whichever you prefer, it feels so much more fucked up as gen or pre-wincest though) and Jack becomes convinced that well if dean won't drug sam to help him sleep then maybe he's not willing to do anything for sam like I would

(I'm so sorry this is so long and so weird)

do not apologies for being a free thinker. this concept is weird and good and also i love the creepiness of it. ill be honest i didnt pay very close attention and have never rewatched the jack era of the show so excuse me for inaccuracies but i rly want to expand or contribute to this idea because it has such good creepy weird unsettling potential.

i think at first it would come of as completely innocent. a little funny but endearing. like when a kid want emulate a parent and tries to try to take care of that parent the way their parent takes care of them. jack genuinely fretting over sam not taking care of himself and making steps to take care of sam instead. its cute until it becomes a bit too much. it gets weird. sneaking pills into sams food (ur mind <3), reading though his phone and forging texts and being affectionate in a way that sam doesnt usually see from jack. and his attitude stopping the second deans back every single time. i also love the idea of dean to be extremely suspicious of jack and protective of sam in this scenario. ironically, deans "jack is a monster and we need to be wary of him" attitude would drive sam towards excusing jacks behavior more and defending jack instead.

i also like to imagine that either sam and dean r in an unconventional platonic relationship type thing where they have their own rooms but sometimes they sleep in the same bed and cuddle and come across as a couple. OR. wincest but no one knows, they sleep together and go on covert dates and are physically close when no ones around (or when they think no ones around. its harder to be sneaky with jack in the bunker)

and jack has picked up on that dynamic and also tries to fill that space for him. lingering touches, brushing sams hair out of his eyes undressing him for bed when hes limp from the sleeping pills, playing with sams hair while hes asleep. and every time sam catches it a spike of panic goes through him. and whenever sam tries to ask jack why hes doing that or tell him its not appropriate jack hits him with the "you and dean do it. why cant i?" and theres so many reasons why but sam cant tell jack that with dean its different, because jack will get depressed about not being able to fill deans space. and in the case of a wincest scenario he absolutely cant tell his adopted son that dean and him are only affectionate like that because theyre fucking. jacks already overly attached to sam and telling him ''incest is okay and i partake in it all the time'' is not a good idea when jacks already pushing boundaries. dean and him shouldve really thought through how their unconventional nature of their sibling relationship would affect the development of a child before they ended up coparenting one together.

[nshtn]

how well do you think wesker would get along with a s/o or friend with ASPD?

writing RE5 wesker and making him way more sociopathic than I normally pen him for the bit.

with ASPD? well, he has ASPD. severely. he's a psycho-sociopath - i fear this is one of the more effective passive ways to strip him bare when it comes to existing relationships, but it also makes him almost unrecognizable as the Wesker that is often presented to the audience. i also think he would overly-strip his own persona to chameleon their own until he's acting a degree of detached he doesn't even find himself.

kinda DDDNE below i'm ngl!

i think he would literally just be like "hey, what are positive reinforcements for you?" and then literally reward/punish them like they're an algorithm and not really a person. cut out the middleman of silly things like "overly-abundant lingual placations" and "social engineering in an attempt to garner a one-sided lovebombing relationship relative to interests". he's not fretting about reciprocation or communication too deeply. he'd probably drop a lot of his persona around them because there's no point, depending on the type and severity and the level of friendship that is shared.

probably likes to talk about deeper aspects of humanity he finds confusing with them. (issue: he's a know-it-all hotheaded egomaniac who is snobby & pompous) yes, he knows why people are programmed with disgust, but isn't it annoying? why must he fret in the trenches of 'reciprocal social warmth' so that his plan - benevolent in its' leanings (absolutely not) - may progress? why can his intention, the bigger picture, never serve as enough for most of this useless, ungrateful population?

he has to stem his brutal honesty when others speak. people twine their words around common idioms and metaphors, dancing around truths that mean nothing to him just to spare their own hide. it's difficult for him not to spring into a lecture when his scientists do something wrong that he could never. he has no empathy to spare for failure to incubate limited, unstable samples. must he do everything - must he teach everyone everything every time, or will they find insult in that, too? and doesn't his little friend find it difficult to participate in this annoying "dance"? it's draining.

i think he'd express less of his anger towards them specifically because, if their ASPD is severe, they're likely not even doing things to intentionally seek it (unless they're acting directly, inescapably incompetent - but he won't pull out the big book of ad homs; why do it if it is to no effect? he almost wishes they'd respond to his prodding so he'd have something to use, so used to the mask that going without feels itself a breed of foreign.) he automatically views them without the same level of malice as long as they don't harbor thrill-seeking in destruction or passive, extreme homicidality like Marcus.

he'd likely spring into deeply philosophical or scientific topics with them with very little to buffer between it, nixing the small talk that people are used to because it isn't optimal - ever the optimizer, to the point of mania - the kind of man who rounds a corner, spots them, and immediately breaks out into whatever problem he's run into with his own research with no buffer. hello, rubber ducky! of course, he expects the same from them, but he'll mind a lot less if they drudge through small talk, safety in the knowledge they find it as useless as he does when they're both public-facing. (the truth is that wesker does not mind the small talk when it's all about him, but...)

do they not feel an irk when they must relax their tension manually? do they find it difficult to pull the proper degree of smile that a situation demands - never too much, never too little? he will flat-out ask if he can imitate if they're really that good or find it easy - while he can certainly do it, he doesn't invest as much of himself as he reasonably should as a bioweapons manufacturer and continually sits on the splitting, guillotine's edge of the necessary imitation. he'll also learn the tics that represent the sign that their irritation is peeking through when they're with others and act as their wingman, swooping in to pull them away with the expectation they'd do the same for him.

probably keeps them around for Excella's invasions of personal space like they're a beacon of safety.

they talk about how natural he was afterwards - where he can improve, what was perfect, where irritation bubbled into the periphery. they will likely have picked up on the fact that he bathes in positive reinforcement and preens to it. honestly, they could probably defang him and have him under them if they play their cards right.

he'd definitely probe on how deeply it effects them - neurology intrigues him and is a cog in the grand machine of his research, and to learn about the finer parts is useful, especially if he might want to induce it in people who carry uroboros (what grand, irredeemably unreachable goals - to invade the brain will only result in severe irreversible cannibal disease). he would definitely seek the physical representations that underpin it, and would feel great interest in the difference between someone who was born with ASPD vs someone who developed it.

blue umbrella already knew how to make weapons out of the thick dough of the humanity they're initially presented with. he needs to know how to do it at the genetic level.

willing to experiment with eachothers lack of:

"did you hear about [x]? do you want to see the raw footage?"

"at what age did you realize you felt a separation?"

"have you had an f-MRI before?" ... "what about an EEG?"

definitely puts his hands on their shoulders, waist, or grabs their wrist occasionally in interactions, examining their face for the telltale signs of flush. display it, do it. give him something to work with, please.

treats them clinically, in an almost insulting way, simply the way he treats others stripped bare. over time, as the fascination pours and froths over, it becomes playful and natural.

as he gets to befriend them more closely he'd be willing to be indebted to them to provide them with what pushes their own personal goals forward. unfortunately, i think he'd always have a degree of his own personal separation because they're an uncontrollable variable who knows enough of his depth that they could fuck him over. he will always strive to put out the ward that that goes against their finer sensibilities.

i think he'd fear that being too truthful with them, especially about his own goals, would make for another birkin. at the same time, there's a draw to someone so similar or even worse than he is, especially if he can use them as a nearly-consensual canvas without much prodding.

if he can talk with them about topics that usually evoke disgust in others, this will be the ultimate springboard into the breaking dam of friendship into a warped intimacy.

kinda nsfw:

he'd definitely enjoy getting reactions out of them to an unhealthy level that becomes near-exponential as his interest breaks the dam - if they're a sadomasochist, they're in for a fucking ride.

what closeness and ultimate equality in standings would look like to him would be different than it would be for someone who lacks ASPD - would they like to test uroboros? he could do some gene edits to produce an artificial compatibility... this is, to him, one of the most intimate questions he could ask someone in this unique setting; it is like marriage, flipped on its' head from something done without a second thought to a ritualistic, hierophiliac art form. would you join him on his pedestal and ascend? do you want to become true equals?

[dangermousie]

This whole bit! Not only is he playing Sajo Hyun and Akhee, now he's playing Akhee imitating Sajo Hyun. But also this conversation OMG!

And Akhee is so jealous and Sajo Hyun was jealous earlier but the more the story proceeds, the clearer it is that it's not that Kyera prefers one over the other, it's that she likes both and it's actually because (tho neither of them realize it) both are different aspects of the same person! She likes them both which means she likes all of him!!!!

And he decides to mask and can't help but lash out because she hurt him and he wants to hurt her and also to fuck things up for Sajo Hyun and oh god psychiatrists would find him enough for a dozen published papers.

She is so unflinchingly honest.

And the way he's such a mess because it's her fancying him but not him as Akhee him as Sajo Hyun and they really do think they are not the same person and like is it the season of ML doppelgangers being jealous of each other?

And then she's all "but it's a bad idea, you need their support and also if you fail I won't be able to stick around either." This is all so gloriously fucked up!

Making loud high pitched noises. Because then she gives him an opening about the fact that all her prudent words only cover her longing and if it was Sajo Hyun, he'd take it and run with it but...

Oh, man...

The pain!

And then he shows up and sees her as servant at the door and even the Queen is taken aback when he's all "whatever" because she clearly expected YW dismissed from the door. OOOOF!

And she's left outside the door, watching the lights go out, staring at the finger he sucked at but also I am going "these people never get any privacy omg this is fucked up."

Of course, the question is whether his desire to punish Kyera and fuck things up for SH is stronger than his love for her and his utter lack of desire for the queen.

This is all so gloriously fucked up!

[predoom]

ohoneohone

Friday, November 11th, 2005 12:35 pm i won't tell a soul if you dont want me to. hearts between our knees sticking to summer sheets. Saturday, November 5th, 2005 4:59 pm keep me fast the way he runs his mouth its a wonder that i havent caught a flight home just for a second alone the way he runs my mouth makes me hate you just as much as him thank god i spend most of the daylight dreaming in wine colored beads the sun never caught me right when i was little i splash water on my face in sinks in green rooms like pinching yourself or trying to wash the miles off down a dark hotel hallway the finger prints in pink and blue like skin and veins i try to jump from the doorway to the bed so i dont leave footprints so i dont disturb the carpet like sand you want shyer eyes you want bigger "im sorry"s and regrets for things that i.Yo.u. did you want survivors in the wreckage you want flashlights in the cave you want second chances for second chances i loved everything about you that hurts your scars, your flaws, your not so subtle attempts at wit and irony that always fell a bit short and felt forced your insincerity, your imitation that you passed off as exploration your morning smile 3 year stand (off) her breathing is shallow she shakes whenever i get near- i guess its an occupational hazard its okay we dont have to talk. youre just a body. heaven sent and percoset. even though we're fading fast.... im sorry "pretty"- you were just a canary in a coal mine. Tuesday, November 1st, 2005 7:57 pm there are many things that i would like to say to you but i don't know how im not even too sure what goes on, especially in my own head. one second its one way and the next its another. i have a funny way of showing i care. but i do. i have to say it- halloween wasn't the same this year with out you. i i had the best time ever in southern california. but it wasn't really halloween with out you. and new years won't either. my calls go out today but they'renot picked up. i get what i get. i got some friends who are wearing their egos on their sleeves. its ok. i'll play dumb. you are a shadow of who you once were. "can we start agains" ive had my share. for the past month my mood has been however our phone calls ended. it felt like i was dying inside when i hung up the phone on you. but i have to make a point. you can only act like dirt for so long before you become it. but theres nobody like me and you. i feel like veins and ligatures when you aren't around. and breathing in isnt the same when you're not breathing out. percoset revolutionary. "look mom, no breathing". fucking fading. fucked up, but not cool fucked up. maybe we rip the map in half and someday we meet up in the middle. by accident or just because. everything and everyone ends up faced down on the floor in the end.

you are my wonderwall. Wednesday, October 26th, 2005 6:51 pm my mom said 'make sure you go to sleep smiling tonight baby cause you'll wake up feeling better" i just re-read everything you wrote over the past two months.

i miss my friends.

there is life after this. i promise myself. Tuesday, October 25th, 2005 10:51 pm everything they say about us is true im watching scary movies like every afternoon. i got some new slipper and pants. i look ridiculous. dreamboat. the inside of my head is always changing. even right this second. when i go back over all the details it makes me so glad im not in that town anymore. all of a sudden we're always in the crosshairs. it kinda feels normal now. we used to goof around about killing ourselves off. but sometimes it wasn't a joke. i can't sleep when the bus isn't moving. went to the fender offices today, they are gonna make me some basses. pretty exciting. the only thing ive ever learned is that its pretty easy to say "i love you" its alot harder to mean it. my friends are dropping like flies. everyone looks good when they are the one with their fingers on the keyboards. history is written by the conquerer. we're headlining an amphitheater tommorrow. thats retarded. fistfightking. makeoutqueen. past midnights. get amazed.

Current Music: 2sweet Sunday, October 23rd, 2005 9:42 am you see that kid... its not me, its you. blow out the candles on caring. encounters yesterday: went to paul walls jewelry shop. pretty insane. then when we played jared leto came over and watched. radio shows are wack. encounters today: the gold medal gymnast from the 2004 olympics is coming to hang out with me. pretty insane. why would you ever want to meet a boy like me. i am boring. you make it easier to make the decisions that i do. i turned off the switch that cares. i watch lots of movies and take lots of naps. cause i am a baby. i am gonna be in the academy video for black mamba. i can't tell you how excited that makes me. Wednesday, October 19th, 2005 11:48 pm ill be on time for that, i cant think of a line that rhymes with that blue looks better than jealousy. im awake but not up. you know what i mean. blew the speakers out like a candle. drowned out my sorrows in a wet dream. i miss you but only in flashing moments. new stuff over at buzznet. people been asking about the prices. honestly we charge what it costs us to make. alot of the stuff lately has been cut and sew or requires hand stitching which is expensive. so we try to keep the stuff really limited, so that it stays special. the bags sold out in a day. we won't be making anymore of that particular bag. but we will be making more limited bags and other items. Tuesday, October 18th, 2005 4:48 pm i, peter lewis kingston wentz, solemnly swear... im trying to figure it out. my head moves way faster than my mouth. i went to a party at chris from nsnyc's house for a party. it was about as good/bad as you would think. except dirty was there. so factor that one in. always up or down, never down and out.

the new nightmare of you record is fantastic. it makes me think of winters at home. love it or leave me. Sunday, October 16th, 2005 12:45 pm baby, im just bad news i don't know if it feels real been watching halloween movies lately to get me in the mood taking lots of naps its easier this way she wont ever love you the way she loves me youre not pretty enough and you dont make her heart beat been hiding messages in morse code and anagrams banging my wrist against the edge of the keyboard until it turns black and blue we're all settling all the time panic! at the disco makes me want to start this all over again coversations with you make me want it to never have begun at all nick plan and william beckett are on the list in one form or another always if you dont have your friends than you dont got shit and my friends are gold halloween is gonna be the best this year i think ive never been in california on halloween- it once was, but it hasnt been for a really long time spent most of the morning on the phone with my mommy cause she can always slow my breathing down you can get used to anything after a while even this, pete pretty boys for secret girls later skater Wednesday, October 12th, 2005 12:02 pm ill make you shake so hard you might not make it through the night new york city is fucking insane. get me. bruisa. fall makes me remember and want love.

okay okay cause i should:

1. you say crazy shit in your sleep, like about us living in old milwaukee. 2. right this second "wonderwall" sometimes star wars. 3. i dunno cherry coke flavored. 4. sugar tail, freckles in your eyes, basement windows, braces 5. new years on the windowsill. 6. uh kind of in a weird way the retriever head on the beagle body. just the nicest dog ever. 7. that one bane lyric, im pretty sure its a question. but mostly lately- what happened to my best friend?

nick york city. the clan party last night was rightious. im kinda going other places. feeling it. quit sleeping on it cause im the life. from the back of my legs to the back of my neck- im so glad there are people out there who won't let me fall off the face of the planet.

young.

panic at the disco at the knitting factory in new york tonight- 5pm. Tuesday, October 11th, 2005 12:57 am you remind me of this one movie. it makes me smile. but not with my mouth and way too many teeth. but with my eyes. trouble loves me. but you do way more. im dreaming on highway lines and phone hang-ups. just happy to be me. for one second.

i got a sweet vest and some teddy bear shoes. im good for cuddling. youre gonna have to trust me on that one.

[xsturniellax]

Never ending summer with you

Summary: y/n and all the triplets go to your beach house, you never had feelings before go anyone until now. Who will you end up falling in love with?

Warnings: anxiety, panic attack, fights.

A/n: I am a female reader so y/n won't fall in love with Nick, but I can do another story for Nick!

"Wake up y/n! We're finally here. " Matt shakes me gently waking me up. As I open my eyes, I'm blessed with clear skies and a beautiful beach house. As I gasp, I quickly grab my things and get out the door.

"Someone's eager. " says Chris laughing to Nick.

"How long are we staying here? " I ask, holding my bags ready to find my room and unpack.

"2 weeks! I'm so excited, and we have to go shopping. " Nick says, grabbing his bags and a random sandwich from the trunk. I quickly run upstairs to find my room. It's massive!

"Looks like we're sharing. " Matt says, rolling his eyes in a joke way. I push him as we both laughs, unpacking my stuff.

*2 hours later*

I go down stairs and see Chris, he's... Well, trying to cook.

"Let me help you. Your doing it all wrong. " I say.

"Show me how to do it then. " Chris looks at me with his hand out. I grab his hand and cook, imitating it with his, so he could get the hang of it. Normally when we do things like this, I doesn't feel weird. Till now.

"Should I leave this bit of romance alone? " Nick says shocked giving a smirk.

"I'm showing him how to cook. " I say, immediately taking my hand off of his.

"Dinner is ready! " Chris shouts, dishing everything up.

A few hours go by and the sun is set. Chris and nick went to bed, and me and Matt are still awake. It's silent. But a nice silent. We're just on our phones, he looking pretty engrossed.

"Y/n? " Matt asks putting his phone down.

"Yeah? " I say, peaking over my phone.

"Do you want to go for a walk on the beach? " he asks, looking outside.

"Uhh... " I turn to the window. "Yeah sure. "

We both get up. We both leave through the garden door and make our way out onto the beach. The house has a garden, with a pool, but since it's right on the beach, nobody ever seems to use it. And there's even a hot tub!

Oh. My. God.

How did it get like this? Just as I know, he has his arm round me, as we look at the shore. I mean I don't hate it, and I kinda like it.

"Y/n..." Matt asks, looking down at me with a worried face.

"Yeah? " I ask looking up at him so our eyes meet. All of a sudden he leans in and we kiss. A few minutes go by and I can't remember it. I pull away from him freaking out, anxiety creeping through my whole body.

"Did I do something wrong? " Matt asks, rubbing his lips together, looking the other way.

"It's not you... " I say, with my palm on my forehead. My breathing starts to go funny, my mind filling with thoughts.

"Are you okay y/n? " Matt asks. I burst out into tears and run back to the beach house. Matt runs behind me shouting "y/n! " and I just ignore him. I get in and shut the door quickly and go upstairs. Chris was there. He looked at me with a worried face, and all he did was...

Hug me.

We shared a hug whilst I still cried, breathing still uneven and quick. He kept saying to me "it's okay" whilst rubbing my back. I hear Matt walk in behind me, he looks at Chris worried too. Chris mimes to him: 'I'll text you later' as Matt goes upstairs to bed.

"Is it about Matt? " Chris asks, still hugging me as tight as before. I give a nod and he rubs my back.

"Do you want to stay in with me tonight? " Chris says, breaking our hug and looking into my eyes. I give another nod as he holds my hand and guides me to his bedroom. His bedroom is a little bit smaller, but it has a great view.

"Ill go get some stuff for you. " Chris says going to get my suitcase.

"Thank you... " I say, sitting down on his bed still staring out the window. I'm so glad he was awake.

He finally comes up to the bedroom with my suitcase. He looks the other way as I quickly get into some pj's. He gives me another hug and a muffled goodnight. We both get into bed and go to sleep.

*the next morning*

I wake up with my head on Chris' chest, he's rubbing my head so he's awake. I gently lift my head to look at him.

"Morning y/n, how are you feeling? " he looks at me and smiles.

"I feel okay... " I put my head back on the pillow and give Chris a hug.

"Thank you for yesterday, I'm so glad you were awake. " I say to him as he looks surprised.

"Your welcome, but can I ask what happened? " Chris says, looking at me worried. I explain the whole situation to him. He looks angry, and a bit jealous. He says,

"How about you and Nick go out shopping, and I'll talk to Matt okay? " he gives me a smile to reassure me that everythings going to be okay. I give him a nod as he gets up to go tell Nick. In the time I get dressed and ready for the day. Then Matt walks in.

"I'm sorry for yesterday y/n." He says, looking genuinely worried.

"Mistakes happen... " I say looking away. I can hear him creep toward me.

"Did you tell Chris? " he asks, looking at me still.

"Yeah." I say, still not making eye contact with him.

He huffs and walks off. I head down stairs to see Nick and Chris talking. They both turn to me.

"Let's go shopping y/n! We can go to any shop you want, and Chris gave you $100 to spend! " he looks at me smiling, and I smile to Chris as a thank you. Me and Nick leave and we have a great time, sad I didnt know what Chris and Matt actually said together...

*at the beach house without y/n*

(Chris' perspective)

I hear matt coming down the stairs, anger fills my body. I turn to see him, cleanching my fist.

"What you did last night was wrong. " I say to him, edging closer to him.

"I didn't mean to, we were in the moment and... Mistakes happen. " Matt says, slowly walking backwards, till he's up against the wall.

"Why would you kiss her! " I ask getting angry again.

"Why are you getting so defensive about this, are you jealous? " matt asks raising an eyebrow.

"YES I AM JEALOUS! " I shout at him, walking away in anger.

"Why? " Matt asks, going closer to me to try and calm him down.

"IM IN LOVE WITH Y/N! "

I didn't mean to shout that out loud. We're in silence and it's awkward, he looks at me with his mouth open in shock.

"But you know I liked y/n..." Matt says, trying to guilt trick me.

"I knew that after I knew I was in love with her, and you've messed up your chance with her. " I say going to my bedroom so I don't hit him...

*back to y/n's perspective*

Finally we are home. I have a few bags and Nick has one. We both go in to see Chris standing in the kitchen. He smiles at me.

"How was shopping? " he asks, wanting to see what's inside the bag. Matt walks down the stairs.

"Can I talk to you y/n? " matt looks at me, standing on the last step. I see Chris death staring him in the corner of my eye.

"Sure... " I say, putting my bags down and going up with him.

"Look, I'm really sorry that I messed things up with us. I shouldn't have kissed you. Are we gonna be okay? " he asks holding one of my hands, looking deep into my eyes. His beautiful blue eyes caught me off guard. I stare at him giving a smile and a nod. I lean in to him, his arms go round my waist. I start to freak out again, so I gave him a kiss on the cheek and hugged him tight. It felt like the hug when on forever...

*2nd week of the holiday*

Everything was okay, I still share a room with Chris and everyone is fine with matt.

We were eating at the dinner table, we were having sausages and bacon. Of course Matt didn't touch the ketchup.

"So this is our last week... " Chris says smiling.

"I don't want it to end. " I say looking up at him shrugging.

"Me either, it's been fun. " Nick says. He looks over at Matt to say something. He's quiet.

"Matt? " Chris says, "Why you so quiet all of a sudden? " he looks over to him and puts his hand on his arm.

"I'm not feeling well. " Matt goes off to his bedroom, dinner untouched.

"Ill go see him... " Nick says, leaving the table slowly. Me and Chris smile at each other, looking into each other's eyes.

"Do you wanna go out tonight? " Chris says it confidently, startling me.

"Like a date? " I say slowly looking at him.

"It doesn't have to be if you don't want it to be. I just wanted to go to the beach maybe? Watch the sunset, bring some snacks... " Chris takes all the plates and puts them in the sink, ready to wash up.

"Yeah it sounds fun! " I smile at him as I go upstairs to freshen up.

An hour goes by, Chris knocks on the door,

"You ready? "

"Hold on! " I say. I look in the mirror at myself. My hair is perfect, my makeup is perfect... I open the door to see Chris, his eyes light up.

"I'm ready to go! " I say as I look at him with a big smile.

"I... Okay let's go! " Chris stutters a little bit and puts his hand out. I take his hand and we walk to the beach. He brung a picnic basket full of snacks and a blanket. He lays the blanket down and we sit near the water. He packed all of my favourite snacks and drinks. It was... Almost...

Perfect.

"You look really nice y/n..." Chris says to me, admiring me.

"Thank you, you look nice as well. " I tilt my head and smile at him. He puts his arm round me and we watch the sunset. The sky is now a warm pink mixed with orange. As the sun disappears we look at each other. He leans in. We share a kiss. What am I doing? I'm messing with two peoples hearts. But who do I actually want... Chris, he's perfect. He's kind, caring, sweet... Matt... He... I don't know.

"Are you okay y/n? " Chris asks, holding my hand tightly.

"Yeah I guess I'm just over thinking a lot recently. After what happened last week and this is our last week all together for a while. I just don't want it to end but at the same time I do... It's just complicated. " I say, looking away.

"You can talk to me, about anything. I promise. " Chris looks at me, like he's waiting to know.

"I like you, a lot Chris. But I'm scared that I'm playing with two people's hearts. Like Matt last week, I let the kiss go on for a little bit but... I don't know it's stupid. " I look away to stop myself from talking.

"It's not stupid y/n, you can love whoever you want, it doesn't have to be either of us. You can decide. I promise. " he says, he puts his hands on my shoulders and brings me in for a hug. My eyes start to fill with tears.

"I'm scared that if I choose you, I'll ruin me and Matt, or vise versa... " I say, still hugging onto him.

"It won't ruin anything. " Chris says, hugging me tighter.

"I choose you. " I say, confidently to Chris. His eyes light up and he gives me a big smile. He kisses me again and we walk back after packing everything up.

Now it's time to tell Matt...

Thank you for reading! Let me know if you would like a part 2!

DM me for more ideas!!!!

[shineyma]

I think it's just bad imitation Froot Loops. They don't taste like cardboard and I've had them for a few days, opened too. It's just the taste is very very... mild. Indifferent. First thing I noticed when I opened the bag was the smell of crystal sugar. You know the smell of that sugar-covered jelly-like candy? That's it. Anyways. I did find an online store where I live that imports authentic Froot Loops but your regular box costs, like, 12 bucks? It was a while ago to remember precisely but the price was definitely outrageous for a box of cereal.

I do think shipping Ward x Simmons and Buddie is a sign of really good taste. Congratulations to us!

Do not badmouth the soulmate au, Amy! We do not badmouth the soulmate au in this house, no matter how much it may be your right as the author! In all seriousness, the original was really really really good. It was brilliant. I learned English as a foreign language and I've been lucky to have a knack for it. I've read lit, student books, academic essays, your run-of-the-mill current-affairs articles. I've read a lot of fanfiction. And the way I acquired English makes me far more acutely aware of the readability of a text than a native speaker. And I can honestly say to you that reading your writing is an experienceTM. Your works are so easy to read, there is such a nice flow to reading them, yet somehow you sacrifice nothing from the complexity required to make them absolutely great in terms of style and storytelling. You'll write these long sentences or use unusual syntax, sometimes at the same time, to convey a thought, an emotion of the pov character, or highlight something about that particular point in the plot -like 'oh, twist!'- and the level of readability even of that one sentence won't drop a bit. And it drops in most texts I've read, even from best-selling and acclaimed authors. They'll sacrifice the ease of reading their writing to accommodate a phrase that they're really fond or proud of, and I understand that. Even if I have to go slower or read a sentence twice, I too am a sucker for those phrases that make you go 'woah' and you still think about them even after you've finished reading the story, or maybe you've paused reading just to grasp that very phrase. The thing about your writing is that you have that, the phrases that make the text come some sort of alive or that make us go 'woah', and that in the end show just how good you are at the whole writing thing when it comes to manipulating language to get what you mean across, but you never compromise the readability of your work. I mean it: that's not easy. As a foreign reader, I can really appreciate that. And all right, this is way too long so I won't start (extensively) on your storytelling ability, but just know that your body of work on ao3 shows just how wide your creative range is, and to circle back to the soulmate au that it hurts me personally to hear you badmouth it: you added a soulmates-with-timers element to the aos canon, yet you somehow managed to both adhere to most of that canon -especially the overall plot, the events and the timeline- and also fill in its plot holes ingeniously in a way the aos writers themselves couldn't have possibly filled them ever, even though they, you know, wrote both the damned plot and the holes to go along with it. And that's that on that.

Nonnie, you're so sweet!!!! That's such a kind thing to say, thank you!!! I wish I had a better response but I just keep looking at this and getting emotional...you're very kind <3 <3 <3 <3

(And oof, yeah, 12 bucks is way too much for Froot Loops...I hope you get to experience the real thing someday!)

[containatrocity]

"First and foremost, get used to not knowing anything, and not expecting Raziel to give you a straight answer. Or you any answers at all. Safety, what we can do, is all thanks to our hierarchy, and what needs to be known by anybody lower in it is told to them- And what needs to be told to anybody outside of it is told to them, as well. Which, that last bit is why they've got me watching you. Until we know you won't go running your mouth for anything stupid, you require a little oversight. Regrettably I am the most skilled oversight we have." He taps ash from his cigarette, as Hunter declares that he's just as much of a celebrity as October.

"You're a cheap imitation of the golden era, kid. I've got awards and accolades, and where you whine and capitulate to the masses when they 'cancel' you, I was making headlines in tabloids, ink to page, news worthy instead a' fits people throw on their blogs." He laughs, the sound low. "The shit I got up to when I was your age would incinerate a career nowadays. It got me triple platinum." Hunter continues to bitch, and October continues to smoke. "I never said you weren't allowed to look around, boy, just that I'm not gonna stand here and let ya torpedo everything Quinn's worked hard to build by running your mouth. You're the opposite of an appealin' recruitment strategy." he rolls his eyes. "Which means maybe I should at least let you off the kid leash long enough to ensure some people never see the light."

It had seemed fun to begin with but Hunter was already beginning to regret the situation he had now found himself in. Sure, this new set of people were giving him this weird level of safety he hadn’t felt in a while, but now he was being watched, babysat as October had decided to call it, and the term made Hunter audibly groan despite the order to remain silent. Sat by Octobers side, head lolled back with his eyes rolled back even further, he managed the thirty seconds of silence, and then some, doing what he figured was the polite thing by letting October speak, and ask his questions, be them rhetorical or not, he wasn’t going to miss a chance to fucking speak again.

“I don’t fucking know what an echelon is, but I’m as celebrity as you fucking get these days. I just do whatever I want, film it, people watch it and that gets me paid. It’s fucking easy man, even someone like you could do it.” He sighed again, slumping back onto his seat, eyes scanning the room for Max, or Kirby, or Liam. Hell, he’d take Jax or Cyan right now rather than sat here being told not to do anything. “Why the fuck am I even being tethered to you anyway? I wanna go and enjoy whatever this shit is but noooooo I have to sit here and breathe in your fucking armpit stink and not fucking move or speak for…reasons that Raz ain’t fucking telling us?!”

[inkykeiji]

Hi hi! I hope you’re taking care of yourself 🥺 have you been up to anything exciting? I have a question for u.. how do u make ur writing so unique? I feel like smut gets so repetitive and a lot of people use the same descriptions and analogies or whatever. Your stuff is always written so differently, do u have any advice? Anyway, have a good day or night sweetness 💕 - 💸

aaaaaah sweet angel dollars hello!!! <3 not particularly, to be honest!! i’ve been planning out the last few months of 2021 in terms of writing tho and that’s getting me super excited!!

ooh, that is a very good question! and i think that it’s quite a difficult question to answer, because style (regardless of the art medium) is such a personal thing, and every single creator has their very own unique style/aura inherently and irrevocably imbued within their work that is comprised of their personal experiences, feelings, opinions, beliefs, influences, art that has had an impact on them in some way, etc etc etc the list goes on forever. sometimes these styles can be more distinct or noticeable than others, but i genuinely believe everyone possesses one, even if it’s less developed than someone else’s. i’m going to get more into this under the cut because i have a feeling this is going to be a LOOONG answer hehe <3

okay FIRST OF ALL i want to say thank you for your compliment on my smut!!! that means so much to me you don’t even know, because i work so dang hard on my smut (it takes me up to a week to write one smut scene, on average!), so thank you!!! <333

secondly, the reason why i mentioned style above is because i want you to know that you DO possess your own style, just like everyone else, and as you continue to create it will show itself more, and more, and more; it will continue to strengthen itself and distinguish itself (but it is already there, it already exists in your work, i promise!). my favourite thing about creating art is that there’s virtually no cap to it; you’re never going to reach the top or the peak of writing because you will continue to improve and get better for as long as you live (or create hehe).

as such, my primary piece of advice to you is to look through your work and begin analyzing it. what elements do you notice cropping up repeatedly? what themes are present? which literary devices do you seem to gravitate towards? what is your favourite thing to write about? do you enjoy writing prose or dialogue more? where are your strengths? are you happy with them, or are there other areas of writing which you’d also like to strengthen? if so, make a plan on how you’d like to focus on those and put it into practice. when you analyze your own work like this, you really begin to notice the pieces of YOU sewn into your art and what distinguishes you and your style from everyone else.

my secondary piece of advice to you is to pay attention to life around you as well as to continue consuming art of all mediums. inspiration is EVERYWHERE, every single day, you just have to look! it’s in your daily life; in the way your family speaks to each other, the way you interact with others, your friends’ mannerisms, people off daydreaming in their own worlds while grocery shopping, in bits and pieces of conversations you hear while walking home or riding the subway, in your memories, in the WAY you remember things, in your own experiences both good and bad, happy and painful. extract that information, use it, morph it, break it, reconstruct it, collage it, crumple it, make it into something new, make it yours.

the point here is that no one, and i mean NO ONE, will experience the world the exactly way you do; there may be others who experience it similarly, but they will never truly be 100% the same, because THEY AREN’T YOU. you’re a one-of-a-kind, unique individual, with your own thoughts and emotions and opinions and experiences etc and all of these things come together to create your very own unique worldview (and art!). i kind of feel like this mr. rogers post explains it quite well, too <3

additionally, watch movies that you love and analyze why you love them; listen to your favourite artists and ask yourself how they make you feel and why; write yourself a small personal essay or a journal entry on what an illustration or painting makes you feel, etc. i think it’s very important here to distinguish between taking inspiration from others’ style vs imitating their style, purely because imitating their style won’t do anything for yours; it isn’t going to evolve or grow your own style because it isn’t your own style, you know? annie (@/rat-zuki) said this a while ago and i loved it so much so i’m going to repeat it here: creativity works on the basis of inspiration to innovation. which is to say, take those elements that inspire you, or that you really love, and make them your own! you already have your own style, something that is YOURS and special to you, so take these elements and fit/fold/mold them in there! make them special to you, too! your art/style/aura is essentially a whole collage of everything i mentioned above the cut; all of your influences and experiences and inspirations and how YOU see them, how you experience them, how you interpret them, how you feel them, etc. *reminder that we are talking about STYLE here, not plot/story; imitating a plot/story would be plagiarism, which you obviously should never do

as for writing smut in particular, this answer is the best advice i have for you. like i said there, the majority of my smut comes from my own experiences, so it’s a lot of me breaking down those experiences and analyzing them in terms of mood + feeling etc. hehehe (i’ve gotten into the habit of writing down how i felt and what happened after i have really good sex LMAO it always makes my boyfriend laugh)

AAAAH i hope this makes sense!!! i know it’s very long, but this is also a very complex question and i wanted to try my best to make sure i was coming across as clearly as possible. but hopefully this helps you sweetpea <3

[hoe4rairai]

General Headcanon part #2

Raian in love

Answering @eiramp

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Raian will silent you with a rough kiss if you started arguing and he wasn't in the mood to argue back

His love language is complicated to understand by anyone who isn't familiar with his background. He isn't the one who will need to justify anything for any living being not even to you

But he sometimes and impatiently explain himself in a very impatient angry manner just because you both are dating for a while and then he goes by his day cusing at you because you made him do things he never had thought he'd do .

At night though, things will shift and he will calm down and take u in his arms, tease you and banter till u fall asleep in his arms .

Raian will literally recruit his entire village for your safety when he is out on a mission if it will take longer than expected.

He usually sends you very short voice messages when he is away something like : ( supp ) or ( gnight ) or (bitch ) that means basically he misses you.

When he is away and wants to have some fun he will video call you out of no where with his erected D* showing on the screen, and he is stark naked and you must drop anything and everything to please him or u might not hear from him until he's back and might actually drag the mission longer purposely to punish you. All you have to do to get that feral back is a good long ass video of yourself with your dildo and you know the rest but the tricky part is IF he was in the mood to accept your apology.

Dat MF has no consideration

Raian loves to see you happy but he has his own unique way to show it. He will look at you with a serious face just observing how happy you are he won't interrup he will just take that view in and out of no where he will start teasing you and call you names he thinks its cute, you look at him with a pouty lips asking him to stop and he will be like : (Raian stoop) trying to imitate your way of talking but he looks funny so you laugh at him and will pinch your inner thighs or spank you hard that will make you attempt to kick him but he looks up at you with a dangerous smirk and tells you in his heyna voice : RUN and thats how the house doors were changed several times.

Raian loves your natural scent .. he hates perfumes on you specially when you both are about to go to bed. When you come back from the gym sweaty he sniffs the shit out of you while you try to snuggle out to take a shower but it's just a primal thing with the Kures and pretty much men in general when they are into a woman their pheromons play huge part in loving their woman in the most basic cave man style .. Raian is the best example of that instinct .

Raian hate weak people and sickness and he hates it when he is sick or you are sick. If he is sick he gets quiet and grumpy but he rarely gets sick seriously like almost never I mean kures in general are built different and we all know that but when you get sick, he unfortunately detach himself a little bit, not because he doesn't want to get sick, he wouldn't give a shit but because he is useless and won't help and choose not to help. That was really a hard pill to swallow at the beginning of your relationship but as times got by and your bond got stronger, He started to engage more specifically with your Periods. The first time that ever happened he wasn't disgusted when he saw few drops of blood on the bed sheet he literally didn't care less, but when u started to get cramps and headache he left home so that you can have this time for yourself to relax and move along with your hormones and other shitty things that happens during that shitty time without feeling awkward.

WHO DA FUCK SAID HE IS AN INCONSIDERATE BASTARD ????

At first he wasn't sure or probably don't care much about your status while u r PMSing he was just going with the flow reluctantly because he wasn't sure and as well didn't want somehow to upset you. You were both knew in this relationship and since he choose you and really wanted to be with you he started to ask his sister with an arrogant attitude .. what to do RAIAN can't be soft nor Fluff but he is just a man with extremely rough edges and these edges are not getting any smoother ALL HIS LIFE. That's him his DNA ..

As you both started to know each other and get even closer he started taking mental notes on your favourite snacks, your rituals and your behaviour during that shitty time of the month.

He knows when it will start not that he knows ur cycle but he can sense the changes in your body heat and behavior. He tones down his irritating banter and he becomes slightly gentle but surprisingly much more understanding when your hormons go wild. This gets better when he grows older.

Anything else related to that shitty time of the month is up to you to imagine.

Raian, will at times treat you like he owns you and he will never stop till u admit that he is your master boyfriend . Even though he hate submissive girls but when it comes to his girl, she must adjust to his ego and pride that is larger than life.

Raian's love language is not about see i told you or i did this for you and you did that for me, he is more like I will SHOW YOU .. and he will show you the hardest way ever ..

He isn't the one who will let things pass. He might love you greatly but Raian will never step down for anyone not even for you.

He will never follow your lead but he will expect that from you but only to certain extent, just because he firmly believes that his Girl can handle herself and he loves to see you successful.

Btw he really love to see you successful and powerful, he indirectly brag about you among his family and friends when you are NOT around and when his family or friends talk about something you achieved you get surprised and you then realised later Raian spoke about you ...

That makes you fall in love with him 100 times more harder.

Raian loves to see you pamper yourself he would not mind at all as long as you come back to him looking like a birthday cake ready to be devoured by him.

Final ... how was it ... I think I listed pretty much everything I think Raian is when in love ... but there is always more to discover about this man ..and I LOVE HIM 💘

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Stay Peachy: Kwamibuster

Summary: With Ladybug out of commission Chat Noir is the only one who can stop Kwamibuster... If only everyone would just work with him here!

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"Let me get this straight. Tikki's captured. Ladybug's powerless and captured, I was this close to losing you too but you won't tell me where Master Fu is? Am I missing anything?" Adrien asked Plagg.

Plagg twitched nervously. "But- but-"

"You have five seconds to give me a good alternative or we're going to see Fu," Adrien announced.

"You could distract Kwamibuster while Ladybug escapes!" Plagg tried.

Adrien crossed his arms and glared. "I said a good alternative! You getting caught isn't good for anyone!"

"Might be good for Ladybug?" Plagg shrugged his arms and gave his most convincing grin.

"Sure! I'll just hand Papillon the other kwami he needs while I have to use a banana suit to protect my identity or something!" Adrien replied sarcastically.

"You'd love that wouldn't you." Plagg knew Adrien. There was a good chance-

The sound of a door being blown off it's hinges echoed down the hallway as Kwamibuster started searching the floor they were on. "Where are you, little cat? I already have a ladybug for my insect collection. Now I just need a small mammal!"

Plagg gave his best kitty cat eyes.

Adrien didn't budge.

Plagg's arms drooped. "Okay, okay! Let's just get outa here first!"

"Knew you'd see things my way." Adrien smirked.

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Master Fu was having a nice, calming, afternoon tea with Wayzz when there was an insistent banging at his door. Wayzz hiding at the sound.

The Guardian sighed. "Who could that be?"

The banging got louder.

"Patience! I am coming! What's the big-"

A blond headed blur shot in and slammed the door shut.

"So this is where you live. Nice place ya got here. Ladybug's in trouble and I need more Miraculous!" Adrien's words tumbling out in a rush as his heartbeat jumped up his throat. Maybe I should have used the window.

"Chat Noir!?" Fu's eyes nearly popping out of his head in surprise.

"Sorry, Master." Plagg appeared, uncharacteristically serious, ears low. "It was an emergency."

"Plagg!?" This was unprecedented! Yes, the Kwami of Destruction was the most free spirited of those in the Miracle Box. But even he knew the importance of secrecy! "What are you doing-"

"Ladybug's in trouble! I just said that!" Adrien supposed he could have worded it better... But also: Ladybug was in trouble! And he was in a hurry!

The Guardian glanced from boy to kwami. Who nodded. "Very well," Fu conceded. Going to the gramophone and entering the code. Bringing out the Miracle Box which he set in its usual place when Marinette came. "Adrien Agreste, choose an ally to help you on this mission. Remember that they mist return the Miraculous once the mission is complete."

Adrien stared as the Miracle Box opened. Kneeling down in imitation of the Guardian's pose. He hadn't known there were so many Miraculous! One of them surely had the power to help! Only...

"What is it Chat Noir?"

Adrien looked up at Master Fu's face. "I dunno what most of these do."

The Guardian sighed. "This is exactly why it should be Ladybug who chooses the temporary hero."

"Hey, it's not my fault you decided she was the only one who could know things!" So this is what being Chat Noir without the mask felt like. "I'm-" Adrien paused as a thought hit him. "Oh. Oh!"

"... Yes?" Master Fu prompted.

"I just realized how dumb it is that I'm not supposed to know the temporary heroes secret identities."

Fu blinked. "Excuse me?"

Adrien shook his head to get his thought process back on track. "Anyway!"

"Chat Noir, what did you mean by-"

"No time!" Adrien pointed at the Miraculous. "Teach!"

Grumbling something about manners Fu acquiesced.

Skipping over the ones Adrien already knew the Guardian quickly ran down the list. The Pig could show you your deepest desire? Seemed like it'd be a good distraction. The Dragon had how many abilities!? Overpowered but okay. The Mouse could make little copies of you. Heh, that sounded adorable but-

"That's it!" Adrien interrupted Fu to grab the Fox and Mouse Miraculous. Which he promptly put on.

"What are you doing!?" The Guardian exclaimed. "No holder has ever used three Miraculous before! It's too dangerous!"

"Well, I don't know who Rena Rouge is and I'm not gonna spend any more time looking!" Adrien turned to the materializing Fox and Mouse kwamis. "Sorry, we're in a bit of a hurry."

"Oh, aren't we always? Name's Trixx."

"Mullo!"

"Alright. Mullo, transforme-moi!"

Multimouse took a moment to adjust to the unfamiliar magic of his new suit.

"I really don't think this is the best course of action," Fu said, attempting to dissuade the young boy.

"Relax, Master! I'll keep him out of trouble!" Trixx announced.

Multimouse nodded as he opened a window. "Thanks. Now, c'mon Trixx, Plagg. I'll explain the plan on the way!" So saying, he launched himself skyward.

Wayzz finally emerged from his hiding place, floating towards his holder.

Fu looked at his kwami. "Oh, I hope he doesn't collapse on the way."

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"True or false? Ladybug has disguised herself as Mr. Banana!"

Marinette was not having a good day. First, Chat Noir's kwami almost reveals her identity. Then, Tikki got captured! And now that tomcat was nowhere in sight. Marinette had barely escaped from Kwamibuster the first time and now she was cornered mere meters from the exit!

"Uh, stay peachy?!" Marinette ran for it.

But Kwamibuster leapt over her and grabbed her wrist. "You can't get away from me!"

"CHARGE!"

From the doorway came a whole swarm of kwamis! Flitting about Kwamibuster and distracting her enough for Marinette to get away.

"You can't get away from me!" Kwamibuster chased after them as they sped off. "You're no match for Kwamibuster!"

"Ladybug!"

Turning around, Marinette saw Plagg and a little guy holding onto his ears. She blinked, this was the first time she saw the Mouse Miraculous in action.

"It's me!" he declared, grinning. "Chat Noir! Or Multimouse, I guess."

"Chat Noir!?" But that meant- No, no, she could panic about that later. "Well, then you must need my Miraculous." Marinette reached for her earrings.

"Uh, no? Why would you think that?"

"Because... Nevermind. What's the plan?"

Multimouse winked. "You'll see. Make your way back to the roof!" And zipped away before Ladybug could ask more questions.

"... A Chat Noir plan. This oughta be interesting."

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"I will capture you all!"

Kwamibuster laughed maniacally as she shot her beam at the Plagg reskins. Made by Multifox with his Mirage. And that wasn't the only part of the illusion.

"I have to say. I think Ladybug will be impressed," Plagg stated. Floating directly above the supervillain so she would need to crane her neck straight up to spot them.

"It has to work first," Multimouse replied. Still standing on top of Plagg's head. His small army made their way into position.

Now!

Multimouse's invisible doubles launched their indestructible ropes at Kwamibuster. Becoming visible as they wrapped her up like Gulliver on Lilliput.

"What!? What's going on!? Oof!" She toppled none too gently.

Wasting no time Plagg zipped down.

"No! You can't beat Kwamibuster!" She freed her blaster hand.

"Mullo, Plagg, unify!"

"Aha!" Twisting upwards she aimed the beam at Multimouse.

"Cataclysm!"

Adrien's power touched the tip of her barrel and the rust spread from it to her pack. Freeing Tikki as dark mist transformed Kwamibuster back into Mme. Mendeleiev.

Adrien merged himself back together as the akuma flew past him. "Uh, Ladybug!"

A red blur shot out and caught the akuma before it could get far. Ladybug releasing a white butterfly in its place.

Multimouse grinned. "Perfect timing as always, My Lady."

"I dunno about that." Ladybug looked around at the destroyed rooftop.

"You think it'll work without a Lucky Charm?" Multimouse asked, following her train of thought.

Ladybug looked at her yo-yo. "The akuma was purified so it should." Throwing it skyward with a little more strength than usual she called out the words. "Miraculous Ladybug!"

The cure swept around them as Ladybug's yo-yo fell back into her hands.

"Knew you could do it," Multimouse praised. "Now, I've got some errands to run-" he tapped the two Miraculous necklaces "-so you take care of Mme. Mendeleiev."

He half turned. "Oh! And sorry about my kwami. No idea what he was doing at that primary school."

"It was a- lycée, yeah. Lycée."

"Right!" He grinned. "A lycée." Totally not a collège. Giving Ladybug a two finger salute he leapt off the tower. Mme. Mendeleiev's insistence on the validity of her scientific discovery fading behind him.

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Adrien held out his index finger to shake the kwamis' hands. "You were both a big help! Thanks."

"You weren't so bad yourself, Chat Noir," Trixx grinned.

"Yeah!" Mullo agreed. "Usually Plagg's holders are no fun but you ran circles around that kwami snatcher!"

Adrien blushed a little at their praise. "Hope we can work together again someday." The kwamis waved as they reentered their Miraculous.

Master Fu closed the Miracle Box once Adrien placed them back inside. Returning it to its hiding place. "It is quite impressive that you withstood the power of three Miraculous long enough to accomplish your task."

"... Actually it was super easy. Barely an inconvenience."

The Guardian blinked. "What?"

Adrien nodded. "Yeah, I don't think occasionally using two or three Miraculous at once is all that dangerous. Maybe if you wore a whole bunch of 'em. But why would you do that?"

Fu processed that for a bit.

Adrien sipped from his tea, awkwardly. "... So does this mean I finally get Guardian training?"

Master Fu nearly slipped as he sat back down. "Huh?"

"I mean, I already know where you are. And we've seen that if Ladybug is compromised it's better if I know what to do," Adrien reasoned out logically.

"I... That is... Uh..." Fu looked desperately at Plagg, who was gorging himself on cheese.

"Hey, don't look at me. Kid's got a point." Plagg swallowed another wedge of Camembert.

Fu slumped with a sigh. Clearly outmaneuvered. "Where should we start?"

"Potions!" Adrien exclaimed, eyes sparkling. This was going to be fun. He could feel it!

[nightswithkookmin]

RE HOW BIGHIT MARKETS BTS

Thanks for the question dear.

Marketing is for a lot of things but in BTS's case, I'd say the primary goal of marketing them is to expose the entire group and or the individual members to an audience, a particular audience at a time, to brand them in a way that makes them appealing to that target market- to put it simply.

During one of the recent run episodes, when Jimin performed his dance from Serendipity- which I must say, God he is breathtakingly beautiful when he dances. Serendipity and the choreo is my weakness. If I see anything better than that- hold on, there's filter too. Ayayaya.

Stream Serendipity and Filter🔪

Oh and did y'all see JM's bit in Film out? Omg! I'm afraid I'd have to fly to South K to kiss his talented ass morning, afternoon, evening.

Who's coming?

Anywho, when Jimin performed Serendipity on Run and suggested that was the dance the staff was performing, the members- cough RM, quickly pointed out how he was plugging, self promoting (to Run's target audience)

Run has a different demographic.

When Suga talked about them not being funny on their Let's BTS show on KBS the Host pointed out how they were actually funny in their Run episodes.

A lot of Army(who are already fans of BTS or each individual member) watch Run but not all who watch Run are Army or even listen to BTS songs. So any performance of an individual's music or choreo would attract such a 'unique' viewer who might go on to become that member's stan or bias etc.

Similarly, when a member embarks on a solo project they are exposed to a new or unique audience. That's where most of the solo stans come from.

For V, his fanbase are not just made up of people who enjoy him as a musician but as an actor as well.

He has a strong fanbase in SK outside of 'Army' because of his exposure to the Korean market beyond BTS and this comprises of his musical collaborations with Korean Artists and film companies such as his OST Sweet Night on the series Itaewon class.

It's the same with Suga and IU, his Agust D mixtapes which draws in audiences that are not necessarily into boybands, RM's Mono whixh attracts strong hiphop fans, Jimin's dance collaborations with Taemin for example and his contemporary dance performance which attracts people in the world of contemporary dance and ballet- point in case the black swan performance at the end of the year, Jin and Hobi's MCing etc.

All these projects exposes them to unique audiences and markets outside of Army or BTS's own fanbase.

And I think the best way to understand how this is important or how this affects BigHit's marketing approach is to look at their recent YouQuiz interviews.

Jimin, Jhope and JK were paired to attract aspiring dancers or persons who want to be dancers and learn from these three dance leaders of BTS- or at least they were paired to appeal to them in my opinion.

Tae and RM were equally paired to appeal to creatives and creative minds and persons who are more into composing and writing lyrics and are full of passion and musical geniuses.

Jin and Suga were paired to appeal to mature audiences.

Ten out of ten when any pair is paired in BTS it is for marketing reasons to appeal to certain fanbase or audiences and are often strategic moves unless of course it's to balance things out to not create the impression they are promoting subunits within the group in furtherance of the BTS kumbaya agenda- Team over units or solos.

So Jikook are not gonna be allowed to sit together all the time even if they want to, neither would JinKook, or Sope.

They shake and reshuffle sometimes.

And like Tae said in his 2018 VLive, the company decides who they collaborate in or what market to promote them in.

Tae was allowed to collaborate with Adora on his Chrismas song but not Jimin- which to me is very homophobic but it goes to show the company has a say in who they work with and most importantly which market they work in.

For JK, he's been working his way within the American marke and building a strong fanbase internationally from his English covers of Justin Bieber, Troye Sivan, to his collaboration with Charlie Puth, and most recently Jason Derulo in Savage love- that's a lot of English speaking fanbase he's attracting and appealing to outside of Army.

Tae's English mixtape would achieve a similar feat and draw in a lot of English speaking fans.

Bts did the same with dynamite and coldplay's Fix you.

So by allowing JK to work with renowned Japanese Artists and film companies, collaborating and composing original sound tracks for them such as his Your eyes tell OST, Film out, etc. he is appealing to and drawing in a Japanese audience.

As Hobi explained in his 2019 January Vlive, their mixtapes, solo projects, collaborations with Artists outside of BTS are all ways for them to expand their fanbase individually and build their portfolio.

And these new fans are mostly going to be solo stans who stan him for his music composing abilities but of course some may fall in love with BTS as well and go on to become Army so it's a win win situation.

WOULDN'T THE OTHERS OBJECT

Yes and no.

As long as the company isn't pushing him as a soloist outside of BTS and creating a separate brand with him outside of BTS's own brand I don't think the boys would object to it.

That was the problem they had/have with Jikook. In my opinion.

The company branding Jikook, distinctifying them from the group as a 'couple' subunit, selling their chemistry to fans and advertisers really doesn't and didn't sit well with the group. AT ALL.

In my opinion of course.

You can't create a brand within a brand.

It goes against Bang PD's own objective of prioritizing the team over all else which is what sold the members in the first place.

I just think in JK's case, since 2020, they are just trying to help him find himself and his bearing and his purpose.

He's been trying to find himself since 2020 and he'd talked about losing his passion and had had his passion hijacked and commercialized by the company.

He used to say he didn't know what he was going to do with himself and his life and career after BTS- having him work on music videos, directing, composing, reading these are all ways that they are doing right by him if you ask me.

They are helping him not trying to push their own agendas- which is not to say they might not change their minds about it in the future.

JK is an artist being managed by the company and they owe a duty to him to make the right business decisions for him with his consent- can't stress on the consent bit enough.

Personally, I'm happy about Japan because they are and are shaping out to be queer friendly and have a bit of progressive laws and conducive environments for queer artists to flourish in- if coming out would ruin their careers that's one less worry.

Which by the way I hate anyone who peddles this 'coming out will ruin their careers' nonsense because I can tell you one hundred percent that that is rooted in homophobia and it's not OK.

Don't tell that to no queer people shut up. You are not helping.

I know some say that out of genuine concerns for the boys but PLEASE DON'T. Don't use fear to keep queer people hidden and out of sight. Don't promote closet safety. Rhetorics like that only perpetuate queer invisibility and homophobia- do I need to spell it out to your liberal homophobic ass?!

Coming out is entirely up to them regardless of the risk you think is involved. If they want to take it. They'll take it. It's their choice to make regardless of whatever consequence.

That there are or should be consequences is a problem in of itself.

I don't want to hear 'if JK comes out he's been stupid and reckless and putting Jimin's career at risk'

'If he loves Jimin he wouldn't come out'

Go ahead kiss it😌

If he wants to stay closested respect it. If he wants to come out RESPECT IT TOO.

Support him either ways goddammit!

Y'all gone get me bothered like that huh.

JK POTENTIALLY WITHOUT JIMIN

They both have different career objectives.

I know Jimin says JK is imitating him but chilee JK is his own person. Lol.

Jimin plays too much.

He has his own aspirations.

In 2014 Jimin posted this Christmas song he did with JK. In 2020 he posted his own Christmas song without Jk.

It's not hard to see where his interests in music lie as a musician.

JK covered We don't talk anymore by himself and later did a collaboration with Jimin on the same song. He's done Fools with RM- see where I'm going with this?

Suga said he was more likely to write pop songs for JK but write dance songs for Jimin.

Jk said in the Be interviews bang PD advised him to consider dance performances when writing songs as he himself is a dancer too and need to incorporate in his compositions.

They are two distinct artists and at some point it would become necessary to brand, promote and encourage their uniqueness in their professional lives. They don't got to be tethered to each other all the time.

Personally, I don't think BigHit would want to push official subunits within BTS- yet and it's inclination towards Jikook have always been because of their marketing appeal rather than to further a career objective for both of them.

This goes back to the pairing objectives I talked about earlier. If they are going to pair Jikook professionally as an official subunit within the group it wouldn't be because they are a couple and ought to be together all the time but because it is smart for them to do so business wise.

If their pairing isn't commercially profitable they won't be paired at all- unless of course Jikook themselves want and request to be paired in that way. Know what I mean?

They each signed separate contracts with the company from day dot. They didn't sign on as a unit.

Whether or not they've decided they are a package deal I cannot say- yet, as their new contract just came into effect.

We would have to observe how they are being handled by the company going forward.

HE'D NEVER DO IT WOULD HE

Come now sis...

It's not like he's leaving Jimin😅

Jimin and Jhope were equally sent to Japan for promotion purposes without JK.

Out of all seven, Namjoon is the most promoted member in the international Market not just because he speaks English but because he is often made the spokes person for the group in interviews, at awards straight up to the UN.

Look how happy they all were and how chatty they were at the KBS Let's BTS interview.

I mean they all talked about it. About how they can't say much on foreign forums and often step into Namjoon's shadows.

RM is the most recognized and dare I say the most liked member out of all seven in the international market outside Army and their music profession.

In Japan they all have a chance to be front and center at interviews etc.

It just so happens that JK as it stands is the one member pushing to build a portfolio within that market.

Let's pray he gets mainstream and build a strong presence within the music industry there because we all know he's gonna drag Jimin up there with him😏

Just pay attention to the songs he's written and the parts Jimin sings in them- he makes Jimin shine on those songs.

They have so much potential my God.

Let's support them individually and as a unit.

I purple you and sorry I had to respond here.

Stay gold. Let's keep supporting and rooting for our guys.

Signed,

GOLDY

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The repeated buzzing of your phone and the sound of your alarm shoved you out of a comfortable sleep. You had been dreaming about pleasant things before being pulled back into your reality. With your dream forgotten, you grumpily reached out to your sheet-covered phone, fumbling around to untangle the cord from the blankets. Upon its pickup, the bright screen flashed in your face and when your eyes adjusted to the exposure, they widened at what they saw.

Hitch's old contact was displayed in a notification banner from two hours before. "Having fun with your girlfriend?" you mumbled the text aloud. "For your information, I am." You glared at the words onscreen as if Hitch could see you through them. You thought it'd be best not to give her the attention she wanted from you. Irritably, you cleared the notification and tossed your phone on the mattress as you got up and stretched.

You fixed your hair and rubbed the sleep from your eyes before leaving your room with a sour look on your face. However, everything seemed to get a little better when you arrived in the kitchen, seeing your friends laughing together at the island like nothing happened between them.

Mikasa looked so different than the last time you saw her and you couldn't shake it. It wasn't a bad thing. You always thought she was beautiful. Her features had matured and she had a different presence, resulting in a different reaction from you. You could barely look her in the eyes without feeling flustered.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Jean jeered, startling you from your thoughts. Eren snickered as he handed you a cup of coffee.

He lowered his head to whisper in your ear. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." You nearly dropped your mug from his teasing jest.

"I see you still aren't a morning person." Mikasa smiled at you and you felt butterflies begin to rise in your stomach.

You nervously cleared your throat and pulled out the stool next to hers. "I like your hair."

Her eyes shifted to the strands that fell near the front of her face. Color bloomed on her cheeks. "Thank you. It was just in the way when it was long," she said quietly.

Armin approached the kitchen island with his phone in between his shoulder and his ear and his lips pressed into a thin line. He slid a bowl of cereal over to you. You thanked him and he just nodded with a smile before going back to whisper shouting suspiciously into the phone. They went to the other room, leaving you with your bandmates and Mikasa.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Eren pick up his phone and start typing furiously. Jean peeked over his shoulder and grinned. "Reiner? What's he up to?"

The name caught your attention and you looked up from your cereal curiously. "He wants us to go out with everyone again," Eren informed, everyone meaning a bunch of people you went to high school with and somehow ended up friends with all of them.

"Does he know I'm back?" Mikasa asked.

Jean shrugged. "We didn't tell him. Y/n told Sasha and Connie, though."

"Yeah, they're the only ones who know. In our friend group, I mean. We had to tell Hannes since he's the band manager and if you just showed up it'd probably give the poor guy a heart attack. It could be a nice surprise if we don't tell the group and just show up with her, though." Eren schemed.

"That would be so funny! Can you imagine the look on their faces when they see her?" In an attempt to imitate his friends, Jean made eccentric hand gestures and expressions.

"How would we get her in without telling them? If Reiner's planning, he'll need to know who's going to make a reservation," you asked logically, eyebrows furrowing.

Eren's face contorted into a thoughtful expression. He paused for a moment. "I've got it! We just say Y/n is bringing a plus one she wants them to meet," he said casually.

Jean took a large bite of his toast and pointed at Eren. "Sometimes you can be smart," he said with a mouthful of food. Eren looked both disgusted and offended.

You raised an eyebrow. "Why do I have to be the one bringing somebody?"

"It might give them hope of you not staying single forever." Eren gave you a stupid smile while you narrowed your eyes at him.

"I could find someone if I wanted to. You shouldn't be talking. It's not like you've ever been in a relationship," you chided back. He scowled.

"You never know, I might just fuck Floch out of spite." He glared. You laughed in surprise.

"Floch? Really? Even you could do better than that pinwheel." When he heard your insult, Jean snorted into his coffee and accidentally spilled some on his shirt.

"Damn, now I have to wash this shirt again." He groaned and rolled his eyes. Eren let out a boisterous laugh at his misfortune.

"That's what you get for laughing, hoe!"

"Oh, have a little sympathy, Jaeger," he grumbled while Mikasa grabbed a handful of napkins for him.

"Who's Floch?" Mikasa asked with befuddlement.

You whistled. "A real piece of work, that's what he is. He just doesn't stop flirting with me whenever I visit Connie at his job even though I've made it clear I'm not interested."

A sour look etched her features for a split second before she looked down at her empty plate. "Oh."

You frowned and glanced at Jean who was desperately trying to keep his shirt from staining. Eren was still trying to catch his breath as he went back to texting who you assumed was Reiner. Your suspicions were proven correct when he happily announced that everything was set for the dinner taking place that Friday night. Two days away.

He practically skipped into the hallway being followed by an aggravated Jean. You continued eating your breakfast while Mikasa got up started cleaning her dishes. Carefully, you eyed the way she slipped past you and wondered if you should say anything to her. You swiveled around in your seat and asked the question you were sure everyone was wondering.

"Where did you go when you left?"

Mikasa lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder at you. "I told the guys all about it while you were asleep so I'll explain it to you too." You nodded intently as she shifted her body to lean against the sink.

"At first I was just traveling around to see where I fit best. I ended up back in college for a year but none of it felt right, you know? What I love doing is playing in the band with all of you. I wasn't having as good of a time as I would here. I tried convincing myself I wanted to do school but it wasn't working out. I did a lot of thinking and noticed I was only running away from my problems and the people I loved. That's when I decided to come home."

You exhaled softly. Her brief explanation assured you that she wasn't going to leave again. "So you're coming back to the band?"

She looked off and shrugged again. "Hopefully I will. A lot has probably changed with you guys since I left. I haven't performed in a long time. I also haven't been involved with paparazzi for a while, either. It'll be hard getting used to that. Glad to see Hannes still puts up with you all."

You grinned. "Yeah, I don't know how he does it. Especially with Eren's dramatics. That's goood to hear, though. I missed you a lot."

She smiled at you genuinely. "I missed you too. Don't tell the others, but I probably missed you more." She winked and bit her lower lip. You flushed and laughed lightly.

"That's a relief. I was worried it'd be the other way around," you joked. You were glad conversations with her felt much more natural than you had expected. But, then again, this was Mikasa. Everything felt natural with her.

She reached out and fiddled with the ends of your hair, a gesture she used to do often with you. You hadn't seen her do it in a long time and you could feel the heat rushing to your face once again.

"It'll be pretty strange seeing me around so much again, won't it?" Her gray eyes were trained on yours as she continued to mindlessly play with your hair.

"I suppose it will be. I'll just have to get used to it."

posted: 8/30/21

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Hi~ oneshot Sephiroth x reader pls? The story is that she became Seph's wife through an arranged marriage(and she hates it as much as her husband) Before being a wife she was an formidable & very stubborn warrior. Even though she is married, she still secretly goes crazy and dangerous work. Then one day, due to playing a bit rough, she was injured and lost consciousness, Seph took care of her until she's wake up. What will happen next after she has awakened? And prompts 15&90, too 😘 luv ya :3

Hi Anon

I hope you like this.

I care for you

You stood, waiting for Sephiroth in front of the General, hands wrapped tightly around some fake flowers. Your dress white, mixed with life green waves, imitating the lifestream. You sighed, the marriage was arranged, not wanted by you or Sephiroth. You had been a 3rd Class SOLDIER, one of the best ones. Stubborn, and strong, they’d even considered elevating you to 2nd Class. That was until Hojo ordered the three strongest Female SOLDIERS married to the 1st class. He wanted you for children, to make stronger SOLDIERS for the future.

You had been chosen for Sephiroth and you promised not to continue your work. All three of you Female SOLDIER’s had to promises this had been forced to. You sighed, the door opened, and the Silver-haired man strolled in, looking too busy for this.

He walked up and stood beside you, not making eye contact. Once the I do’s are done, and the cloth of the lifestream, a green cloth wrapped around your arms and Sephiroth’s to indicate joining in this life and the next, he turns and leaves. You don’t see him again until that evening.

You lay curled up on your side of the bed facing away from him, only rolling over when he leans over you. He looks directly into your eyes and you swallow, however he just turns off the light and rolls over to sleep.

Things continued like this for a long while. Slowly though you two begin talking and bonding to a degree. A slow friendship started to form but you couldn’t help but feel bored when Sephiroth was away. Slowly you start to sneak out at night when Sephiroth slept.

You enjoyed the thrill course through your body. “I’ve missed this…” you mutter as you run through the tunnels in the Slums taking down gangs. You’d go back in a better mood then you left in.

One evening an argument erupted between Sephiroth and yourself. It ended with you storming out after screaming that you hated being married to him. The hurt in his eyes, it wasn’t his fault you were married to him. Not really. He had thought made you both were getting closer and would hopefully form some kind of loving relationship.

Your Luck sadly ran out that night. You were injured, badly. You make it home slowly and fall into the bedroom through the window.

“Sephiroth…”

“Y/N! Sh*t What happened!” He was quick to scoop you up into his arms and placed you softly on the bed.

Your head lolled to one side as you slipped into an unconscious state. Sephiroth spent the time carefully tending to your wounds waiting for you to wake.

You slowly stir and wake. “Sephiroth…” You whisper.

“Y/N I’m here… I didn’t leave,” Sephiroth replied softly, he takes your hand as you reach out for his hand.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry I got cross at you. I’m trying it’s just.”

“You get bord…I thought you said no more dangerous stunts?”

“I’m Sorry Sephiroth. I won't do it again,” You sit up slowly to lean against him.

“No Y/N it’s not that. It’s just I want you to be safe. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you!” He replies softly pulling you into a hug.

“What do you mean?” You reply pressing a hand to his chest.

“I know how stubborn you could get. I knew you wouldn’t be able to settle, that’s why I’ve been following you.”

You pull away from him and look up at him confused. He rests his head on your forehead and for the first time in your strange relationship you felt more than just fond of him. You kiss his cheek.

“I’ll find something for you to do, so, you won't get so bored being the little housewife,” He laughs kissing her head.

“Thanks, Seph and I’m sorry. Sorry, I said what I had said,” You say softly.

“No, it’s fine Y/N. I didn’t want to be forced into a marriage, but now, I guess I like being married to you,” Sephiroth replied.

“Yeah it's not so bad,” You reply with a smile, “I think we could make this work.”

I

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[mimisempai]

Nothing in the world smells so good as the person you love

Summary:

For some reason, Bucky is absolutely seduced by Sam's scent. But when he tries the perfume on himself the effect is not the same...

🌈 Happy Pride month ! 🌈

To celebrate, 1 day, 1 story.

Be ready for smiles, laugh, fluff, tooth rotthing fluff, positive vibes and a lot of love!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31968220

1292 words - Rating G

"He smells so good, Alpine, I tell you! Do guys always smell good like this?!"

"Meow?" Alpine jumped up on the couch to take place on Bucky's legs, whose hand automatically came to scratch her between the ears.

"We've lived here for a while," Bucky continued, "but I never noticed how good he smelled."

Sam called to him from the kitchen, "Bucky, dinner is ready!"

Bucky got up and went to join Sam in the kitchen, Alpine in tow. Since the cookout, Bucky had been living with Sam, they were in the early stages of their relationship, still feeling their way around, but it was going pretty well.

When Bucky arrived in the kitchen, Sam was finishing preparing the meal. He walked over and hugged him from behind. He kissed his neck before breathing in his intoxicating scent.

Sam leaned against him before protesting, "Bucky the meal is ready, come on, let's go eat."

As they sat at the table, Bucly asked him, "Sam...your scent, is that your body wash?"

"Hm?"

"Well actually," Bucky continued, "you have a mint-like scent..."

Sam replied as he continued to eat, "It's the scent of my cologne. I really like it, so I've been using it for a long time. Why? Does it smell too strong?"

Bucky shook his head vehemently, "No! No! Not at all! Actually it's really pleasant." he started to blush and didn't even know why.

Sam looked surprised and delighted, "Oh? Thanks for the compliment!"

They continued eating in peaceful silence.

**********

The next day, Bucly was walking through Delacroix when a familiar scent called out to him, "Sam..."

He looked left and right, though he knew Sam couldn't be there since he had left this morning to go help Sarah on the boat.There was a drugstore, with its stalls displayed in front, and a section with some perfume bottles.

The scent became stronger as he got closer, so he took one of the bottles, sprayed it on one of the small papers provided for that purpose, sniffed and put the bottle back in its place. It was not this scent. He took the next one and repeated the same operation.

"It's the same scent!" he sniffed again before repeating, "It's definitely the same. Is that the perfume Sam uses?"

He bought the bottle, and doused himself with it copiously before heading to the harbor hoping to spend some time with Sam.

When he arrived, there was Sam and the kids on deck.

"Hey everyone!"

"Uncle Bucky!"

"Bucky! It's your day off, babe, why are you coming here?" said Sam, wrinkling his nose as Bucky approached.

Just before he kissed him, he replied, "I wanted to spend some time with you.

Sam looked slightly puzzled, "Bucky...did you put something special on today?"

Bucky happily replied, "Oh you noticed? How does it smell?"

"It stinks!" replied AJ and Cass in chorus.

Bucky, shocked, froze in place.

"Come on you idiot." Sam pulled him towards the cabin of the boat, once inside he wet a cloth and handed it to Bucky.

"Don't worry, the first time I put it on, Sarah pushed me into the lake because it smelled so bad. You have to use it sparingly. Run this wet cloth over the places you put perfume on, the smell won't be as strong."

"I'm such a loser... " Bucky muttered as he followed Sam's advice.

Sam came really close to him and asked, "You really like that smell then?"

Bucky stammered, "Earlier uh... when I passed by on the street over there, I smelled that scent and thought you were there, but I saw the drugstore and found your perfume. And... ahem... since it was your scent, I felt like buying it."

"Oh?"

The words began to rush to Bucky's lips, "I mean... uh... I mean it gives me such a captivating feeling, and also such a refreshing sensation... so I wanted to try using the same scent as you! Ack! It really makes me feel like an idiot now!"

When he looked up, Sam was looking at him in a fond way, "There's nothing idiot about what you just said, it's really flattering and cute actually."

Sam laughed softly and Bucky thought to himself that he was the cute one.

They hadn't put words to their relationship yet, letting themselves be carried along. Bucky knew deep down how he felt about Sam, but he was afraid to put it into words.

**********

The next day, on his way home from work on the boat, he heard laughter in Sam's workshop. He remembered that Joaquín was supposed to come in for the final adjustments on Redwing.

When he entered, Joaquín greeted him with a beaming smile, "Hey Bucky! Good to see you!"

"Hey kid." replied Bucky before going to hug Sam.

"Bucky, you'll never guess, Joaquín had the same idea as you! He bought the same perfume as me too."

Joaquín was bouncing on the spot, "Yep! It smells great, doesn't it? Even I can be a stud hehe!"

Bucky clenched his fists and said in a dry voice, "You only know how to imitate others like that...you really suck.... Moron!"

"What?!!"

Bucky saw the surprised look on Sam's face. He turned on his heels and quickly left, ranting.

He heard Joaquín call out to him, "Bucky! What are you talking about?! Who do you think you are?!"

He startled when he felt someone grab his sleeve to stop him. He hadn't been aware that Sam was following him.

Sam said to him in a mildly reproachful tone, "What you just said Bucky, was a bit much. What's the matter with you?"

Bucky kept his eyes fixed on the ground and replied through his teeth, "Nothing! I was just telling the truth!"

Sam replied softly with a mocking tone, "So... based on your logic, wouldn't you be the pot calling the kettle black?'

Bucky exploded, "No! I'm not! That's not what I wanted to do! I didn't want to copy you! You know the reason I wanted to smell like you? Why do I hate when someone else is close to you? You want to know?!"

At that moment the wind blew, hitting Bucky hard, filling his nostrils with the scent of Sam that he loved so much.

"That's because I love you! Sam, I love you!! I just wanted to wear your scent all the day on me!" he couldn't help himself, he took Sam in his arms and hugged him tightly.

He felt Sam laugh against him as he closed his arms around him. Then he whispered in his ear, "How did I ever fall in love with a 106 year old idiot..."

Bucky groaned against his neck, "Sam... "

"My cute Idiot, I love you. I wouldn't have asked you to live with me if I didn't. And just to clarify, you don't have to wear my perfume, I like your smell just the way it is."

Then laughing both, they kissed, sealing their confessions.

In the distance, witnessing the scene, Joaquín was shaking his head when he felt a hairball rubbing against his legs.

"Honestly, Alpine I don't know how you manage to live with those two idiots in love."

"Meow!"

He bent down to stroke her, and after a few seconds, she walked away with a quiet step in the direction of the two idiots in question.

__________

Not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

[cosmiccandydreamer]

Stability Chapter 7

Otis Driftwood x Reader

( I don't own these gifs)

"I'll never be your beast of burden

My back is broad but it's a-hurting

All I want for you to make love to me

I'll never be your beast of burden

I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting

All I want for you to make love to me"

Otis heard you before he saw you, dancing and singing in your cut off shorts and tired shirt. Your walkman swung dangerously back and forth on your hips as you sang to the rolling stones song while you washed your car. It was a super hot summer day in the unforgiving heart of texas. The car was your baby. It was a gift from Otis for your birthday, you had fallen in love with it when they towed it to the house after the last group of victims was captured. You told him you always wanted one of these so he and Rufus secretly fixed it up for you. He still insisted you go everywhere with him in his truck but you convinced him to let you drive yourself once in a while ( but not too far ) Spraying the hose over the hood you leaned over to get the farthest part, your ass poking out in the air.

"Am I hard enough?

Am I rough enough?

Am I rich enough?

I'm not too blind to see"

It was obvious the music was so loud you didn't hear him as he dragged a screaming victim toward the shed in the back. He stopped dragging her for a second to watch you and laugh softly. Well, that's adorable and hot as shit he thought to himself. The poor girl he was currently dragging took this opportunity to claw and bite at his hand in an attempt to get away in. For A split second she did, She wiggled out of his grasp and tried to take off towards the road. He quickly grabbed her and threw her on the ground pulling her by the hair back towards the house. All this while you were none the wiser, enjoying your song on your headphones. He resumed his spot leaning against the house staring at you.

"I'll never be your beast of burden

So let's go home and draw the curtains

Music on the radio

Come on baby make sweet love to me" 

 

You sang the last part a little louder using the sponge as a microphone. You were getting into this what you assumed was a solo performance. Swinging your hips back and forth you grabbed the hose and sprayed all over the trunk of the car. He was thrusting the girl back and forth by her hair to shush her as he leaned against the side of the house watching you. "Damn bitch shut the fuck up!, I'm trying to enjoy the view". He looked toward her in disgust that she would dare shrek and distract him. "Mister please let me go, I won't tell anyone". " I SAID SHUT UP" 

He suddenly heard the music better now, he looked up to see you with your headphones down now around your neck the music softly playing in a muffled tone. Staring at him with a smile slightly leaning against the car. " Whatcha doing there is handsome?". " Watching you " he smirked. 

"Am I hard enough?

Am I rough enough?

Am I rich enough?

I'm not too blind to see"

"Oh are ya now? So ...what are you gonna you do with her?" You pointed with the sponge at the dry heaving girl still on the ground with her hair in his fist. "Ah I don't know" he looked down at her then back at you " any ideas?" He lifted an eyebrow at you. "Maybe a few" you bit your lip a little tilting your head to the side. " I was going to tie her up in the shed and try that experiment I was running with you the other night but I don't think she's gonna survive. She also won't stop squirming", he chuckled and thrust her a little bit more back and forth. She muttered something inaudible. "That's fine," you said, tossing the sponge into the bucket. " We can tie her to the bed after she might stop squirming then." You flashed him a wicked smile.

 He winked at you, "my god woman you are wicked...have I told you I love you lately?" He asked, clearing his throat, the bulge that started to grow in his jeans was becoming more and more distracting. "Hmmm" you replied " maybe but you can show me how much you love me later" you leaned on the hood of the car allowing for him to get a good view of your shirt.

 He hastily sucked in the air standing up quickly, "hold that thought" he says turning back toward the shed. "Hey! " You shouted he turned back to you real quick, spinning the poor girl as well, her feet and legs dragging.  You took the soapy sponge and tossed it at him, smacking him in the chest soaking his white shirt. He cursed under his breath then laughed, wiping his face with his other hand. "You are gonna pay for that as soon as I'm back from tying this bitch up". He looked back at you one more time while heading back to the shed. 

Oh, little sister

Pretty, pretty, pretty girls

Ooh, you're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl

Pretty, pretty, such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl

Come on, baby, please, please, please

 

"God I hate this fucking song can you change it?"... "OTIS hello?". Baby sat up from the floor of the van and snapped her fingers at Otis. "Hey get your goddamn fingers out my face woman the fuck is wrong with you" he angrily swatted at Baby's hand as she attempted to snap in his face again. " I said I don't like that song so change it" "I don't give a flying dick what you like, I'm drivin' and we're leaving this song." She slumped back angrily onto the floor. Earning a chuckle from her father Spaulding. "S'not funny daddy" she snapped at him crossing her arms. "Oh lighten up there kiddo you know the rules, the driver picks the music". 

Spaulding had finally met up with both of them at the motel. Although it had taken him a while due to some personal delay he arrived there in the nick of time to help finish off torturing the poor victims. After killing the rest of the family the daughter of Roy and Gloria was left to wear her father's skin on her face and be hung up behind the door to scare the unfortunate housekeeper when coming to assess the room. unable to get her father's skin off and running in a frantic the daughter unknowingly ran into the highway to be hit by a semi-truck. Using the van they stole from them they attempted to meet you at the next stop. 

Otis only hoped they weren't too far behind you. Suddenly Baby perked up and glanced at the passing billboard." Just in case anyone's interested, I think I'm gonna be wanting some ice cream in about 10 miles" she excitedly looked back toward her father and then to Otis. Otis looked over at her and repeated her [in a mocking tone]  "I think I'm gonna be wanting some ice cream in about 10 miles." Baby looked back at home with an angry expression "Hey DON'T you fucking imitate me, it's fucking rude!"

Otis:" Fuck you", Baby: "Fuck you! "Two fucking seconds for the kid, is that gonna kill you?" Spaulding interjected getting real sick of the interaction between the two of them.

"Yes, it is going to kill me! I have calculated the time, and two seconds is the exact amount of time that is a hazard to my fucking health!" Otis replied visibly getting more and more annoyed with the idea of stopping. " What the fuck is your problem? I'm in and out in two seconds!" Baby snapped at him. 

   

Spaulding laughed a little "You know? I think I'm gonna get me some tutti fucking fruity." "Tutti fucking fruity, that sounds good!" Baby said nudging her father. "I'm glad that finding y/n doesn't mean shit to either of you now I know who is taking this seriously" he gripped his hands on the steering wheel in anger. These fucking idiots he thought to himself. " Wow excuse you…. How dare you imply I don't care about finding my BEST FRIEND. You know she meant the world to me before She meant the world to you, she was my best friend before she was your wife ok? I met her first… don't think because I'm not sulking like you I don't worry about her. But she's stronger than you give her credit for and you've been treating her like a child!!!". Otis didn't respond to her, he was getting madder by the second. He simply gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

 "I suggest we go see Charlie lay low there for a night before heading to the next motel," Spaulding said looking over at Otis. " Why the fuck would we do that?" Otis asked, slightly gripping the steering wheel even harder. Being away from you this long was not good for his mental health. It was throwing him off his game. It was making him anxious and nothing made him anxious. This was a very foreign and uncomfortable feeling to him. He wanted to get rid of it and to do that he had to find you. He only anticipated being away from you for maybe 12 hours and even the thought of that made him very uncomfortable. 

It's now been days this is unacceptable he needs to find you. "Look I saw on the news that the police are already on your tail. It's best that we throw off their scent a bit and lay low one more day can't hurt y/n is a smart girl she's gonna be alright". Otis didn't reply, he simply looked at the long stretch of road. Spalding continued, "I would hate to lead anyone to her Otis, Baby is right we care about her too but she's tough and smart I'm sure she's seen the news she will get the idea why we aren't there". "I don't trust that fucker Charlie" Otis finally replied with a sigh. Spaulding chuckled "yeah welp get over it". 

They drove through the rest of the afternoon only stopping for ice cream of course to prevent any distress from Baby and Spaulding. Pulling up to Charlie’s fun town, Otis’s annoyance grew more by the second. He hasn't been back here in years, he used to come on occasion to enjoy some of the girls here, but that quickly changed when you came around. He didn't like or trust Charlie, he had an inkling that this man was only out for himself no matter what Spaulding said. 

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More my Type~!Villain! Izuku Midoriya x reader

Word count: 1162

Description:(Y/n) had been worried about Izuku ever since he left UA. She worried for him every day hoping one day he would pop up and everything would be back to normal back now it's far from it. Izuku does pop up like (Y/n) wishes but she was hoping more for her Izuku for the villain Izuku.

Warnings:  Angst

Deku smirked as he walked down a long hallway. At the end of the hallway held his sweet little princess, (Y/n). No one was allowed there, but of course the exception of him. He has been the only person visiting (Y/n) for the past 2 weeks and Izuku could tell it was driving her crazy. He quietly knocked on the door before he grabbed onto the knob the door and pushed his way into the room. Within the room was a bed frame with a mattress on top of it. With a dress off to the side with very few limited chooses of clothing for (Y/n). Deku's smile brighten once he looked to the corner of the room and saw as (Y/n) sat there glaring to the door.

"I don't know why you even knock anymore. You don't wait for me to actually say to come in." she said to him. Izuku chuckled hearing as she said this. "Maybe because I know you're response would be something like got rot in hell." Izuku said as he closed and locked the door behind him. (Y/n) faked a smile to him. "You know me so well." she said to him. Izuku just shook his head and walked over to the corner (Y/n) was sitting in. "Why do you want me to rot in hell, (Y/n)-chan?" Izuku asked her. "Why do you keep me locked up in here?" she asked him back. "Because I love you." he answered her as he towered over her small frame. "Well because I hate you." she said back to him with a smug smirk.

Izuku growled a bit hearing as she said this. He then knelled down in front of her so they were at the same level. "Sticks and stones may break my bones but not your harsh words, (Y/n). Sticks and stones." Izuku said. "Oh well actually last time I check it was actually the quirk you stole from All might that broke your bones." (Y/n) growled to him. Izuku let out a chuckle hearing as she said this. He then quickly used his right hand to firmly grab onto (Y/n)'s chin and make her look at him. "Well you don't have to worry about that anymore, my love." he spoke to her. (Y/n) whimpered a bit feeling as his grip gotten tighter as he held her chin. "I'm not the weak little boy you use to know, (Y/n). In fact I've learned to master One for All." he said to her.

(Y/n) glared to Izuku as he said this. "In fact I've learn how to enhance it. I can even use it better than that so called Symbol of Peace of yours." he said smirking to her. "You want a cookie for that?" she growled out to him. Izuku just shook his head as he glared to her. "I want you to look at me as if I'm a actually human being and not some trash you found on the side walk." Izuku said to her. "You're not trash, Izuku." (Y/n) said to him. Izuku cringed hearing her used the name Izuku but looked to her in her (e/c) colored eyes. "You're a monster!" she shouted to his face.

Izuku just shook his head hearing as she said this. "You tear people apart and slowly torture them and all for what? For your own sick enjoyment? You a sick bastard Midoriya!" (Y/n) said to him. "You don't have any right going by the name of Deku. You barely deserve the name Izuku Midoriya but I guess the police do need some kind of name for when they find you and throw you behind bars." (Y/n) said to him. "ENOUGH!" Izuku yelled to her. His right arm soon wasn't gripping her chin anymore and was soon wrapped firmly around (Y/n) neck. His grip getting tighter and tighter as he cut off her airways. "IT'S LAUGHABLE FOR YOU TO THINK YOU'RE ANY BETTER THAN ME, (Y/N)!" Izuku yelled to her. (Y/n) looked at him in confusion. "IN UA, YOU KNEW KACCHAN LIKED YOU. HELL THE WHOLE CLASS KNEW SINCE THE FIRST FUCKING DAY. YET YOU FOLLOWED AROUND HIS BEST FRIEND LIKE SOME TYPE OF LOST PUPPY! EVEN BECAME IMITATE WITH INNOCENT LITTLE KIRISHIMA BUT WHAT EVERYONE DIDN'T KNOW WAS THAT (Y/N) HAD ALSO SLEPT WITH KATSUKI! DON'T KNOW IF IT WAS OUT OF PITY OR THE FACT THAT YOU ACTUALLY LIKED HIM. SOON LITTLE (Y/N) DIDN'T FEEL SO GOOD.WHICH THAT CAUSED A WHOLE LOT OF PROBLEMS BETWEEN KIRISHIMA AND KACCHAN!" Izuku yelled in her face.

This had brought tears to (Y/n)'s face as her airways were still being blocked off by Izuku. "I wonder if you knew that Katsuki and Kirishima fought over you. In fact several times but of course why would they do this. Well this was because of the fact the little slut (Y/n) didn't know for the father was." Izuku said to her. "Did you know Kacchan wanted little Koru so badly to be his kid that he became depress when the DNA test came back in and Koru turned out to be Kirishima's kid? He got so depress I swear he started cutting for a while." Izuku said this to (Y/n). She started to gasp for air as she clawed at Izuku's hand that was wrapped around her throat. "Fast Forward past UA and little (Y/n) and Kirishima are married and planning on starting a bigger family but of course with the stress of worrying about her little hubby. (Y/n) had miscarriage after miscarriage. Which caused problems in the marriage and Kirishima couldn't handle the stress of being married with you while also being the 3rd Pro Hero but then there's Katsuki Bakugou. The 1st Pro Hero, who could handle all your fucking drama and impregnate you like there's no tomorrow. " Izuku growled to her. "

"You broke Kirishima, (Y/n). If it wasn't for me I'm sure you would have broke Kacchan sooner or later." Izuku said to her with a smirk. (Y/n) growled and used her left hand to slap Izuku across the face as he said this. Izuku quickly let go of (Y/n) throat and held his cheek in pain. "Don't ever try and fucking compare me to you! I'm not a monster. Yes I had my fair share of issues but at least I didn't run away from them and become some villain." she growled to him. "I sat there and handle each and every problem. I didn't break any fucking one. If anything I was then one who got broken in the process." she said to him as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I will tell you this now that I won't ever and I mean EVER look at you as if you're a human being again."  

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 Hi there guys this is a story you can find on my Wattpad account which is at _holy-water-needed_. The story is called More my Type. Please do be warned that yes it’s a bit of a Katsuki x reader as well but please don’t comment on it. I already have enough comments judging on how I write the story. Okay bye :)