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darkdarkstucky · 1 year

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Enchanted, S. Rogers and C. Kent.

SUMMARY: In a world where Omega's were scant and decent alpha's even more so, you think you're one in a million to be in a relationship with Alpha's who not only take care of your every whims and need, but also love and respect you unconditionally. However, your marital bliss of two years is interrupted by the concept of ‘true mates’.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Clark kent.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst.

CHAPTER THREE

“Wake up, buttercup!” Natasha cheerily exclaims, clapping her hands together after successfully pulling back the curtains to let the sunshine in your desolate quarters. You groaned sleepily turning your head towards the other direction, until she peeled the covers back from you.

“Uh-uh, we are not letting you sleep in the bed for days on end again.” the red head tuts, pulling your limp arm and ushering you towards a seating position. “Today, we're going out and walking on sunshine vampy.”

“No. Let me wallow in doubt and sadness.” you whine, eyes shut. You were still in dreamland, nestled in the covers with the ac on full blast— and you could literally spend days in the bed it feels like. You were always so sleepy and tired.

Part of you blamed it on over-thinking. Your brain must have been fueling up for all of your racing thoughts. Or it was only during sleep that you weren't thinking anything.

“Can't. The sun is up and the day is to be conquered. Where's your fucking spirit?”

“Oh wait! I remember where i left it, let me check.” you wiggled, making her hold loosen before you dived back into the sheets.

Comfy. So so nice.. you rub your face in Clark's pillow, sighing out in bliss. Just as you were about to doze off again..

“Nat!” you bellow, feeling yourself get lifted off the bed and towards the en suite.

“We're going out and fucking things up dollface! No excuses!”

☁️

“I feel like richard gere and you're my bitch- well, technically not one, but you get my point.” Nat nonchalantly puts down the menu, staring at you from across the table.

There was an astounding array of shopping bags placed neatly along the floor, both of you going haywire on different shops and swiping daddy's plastics, and only when you calmed down did you realize how much clothes you bought.

You'd feel bad, yet both Steve and Clark had gaslighted you early on that it isn't real money princess. So you went on your merry way each time and thought as if you were only playing pretend.

“Why can't i be a bitch?” you mutter, inbetween bites of garlic bread, basically inhaling the small tray of decadent pastry. It was crunchy, and soft on the inside with hints of melted cheese. Ohmy, you wanted to gobble it up.

Nat looked at you as if you were stupid. “Because.. you're rainbows, and butterflies and shiny shimmering glitter.”

You made a face, “You're saying i'm made of nice things? Aww, naty.”

“Yes, and if i put you in my mouth, you'll melt like a cotton candy.” she flippantly voices, which made both of you stare at eachother— silent and intent gazes, before bursting into laughter. Giggling at the unknown double entrede.

“Hello, madamme.” Your head snaps towards a slightly familiar older man decked in a pristine suit, an easy yet flattering grin on his face. “How are you finding your lunch? Has anyone taken your order yet?”

“Oh, hey ben. It's pleasant, as it always is. We've actually just placed our orders,” You smile in response.

“Oh that's great! and you're here with Mrs. Barnes, i see.” He politely nods to the red head. “Will you be joining Mr. Kent at the second floor? He's got an entourage, but i doubt it's concerning business. It appears to be more casual.”

“Is that so? I mean, Clark did say something about a lunch. Who's he with?” Your mouth moves faster than you could think.

In reality, the only thing you've recieved from both of them were casual goodmornings and update as to where they were. Steve was in France, Clark said he was in Russia. Atleast, that was what they told you.

“The usual, madamme. A couple of security details, and a new secretary. She seems to be new, atleast from who Mr. Kent usually keeps in his payroll.” The host narrates, thinking nothing of it. Everyone was already well aware of how much you meant to your husbands— to the point where nobody would bat an eye if they were seen out with another woman. Nobody could possibly believe they would replace you.

And you hated to jump into conclusions, but why would he need to lie?

Your heart wanted to lurch out of your chest. Nat's clearing of her throat made you snap out of your spiral; and you schooled your features back into a cheery expression once again.

“Well, if Mr. Kent wouldn't mind our presence.”

☁️

“.. I was actually a scholar of Kent foundation. Can you believe it? Our fates, so intertwined. It was really as if we were meant to be.” Lois gushes, leaning over in her chair, looking at him as if she were about to jump his bones.

Frankly, it made him quite uncomfortable. Nothing about this - if you could even call it a date, it was more like a formal gathering or a meet of sorts that he was inclined to arrange- felt natural, nor right.

Clark wanted to rely on his base instincts for direction but he couldn't grope for a shred of connection. Not even a silver of fondness, which is strange, considering thag they were supposed to be compatible— the person oppsite of him bore the genetic compatibility, as per several tests.

Though, what she said piqued his interest. “Which part of town would you say?”

“Upper east side,” Lois responds. Clark shifted in his seat, a smile making it's way to his features which held a considerable sway in her judgement. He asks a few more questions in that honeyed voice of his, to which she absently replied at.

“Huh, would you look at that.” He leans back in his seat, gears in his head turning but he maintained an easy smile on his face, mirth dancing in the darkened blue of his eyes.

“How about i permanently move your residence in, say, one of my towers?” Lois' breath hitched at the proposal.

“I-i mean, sure if that's what you want.” she gathered herself for a while, before remembering to act bashful and blinking up at him rapidly, smiling coyly. “I'm yours afterall. Your mate.”

You can hear the jeers and the laughter, staying through the conversation, until you found yourself feeling literal pangs of hurt in your chest. Fuck. What does all of this mean?

“Let me kill this son of a whore,” Nat was about to angrily storm inside, but you managed to stop her, putting an arm out.

“Don't even bother.” you murmur, finding it hard to find your own voice. At that point, you felt almost numb— as if your brain was shutting down from what you've heard, finding it difficult to process at all.

You woke up with the hope of your marriage still intact. Thinking, rather stupidly, that this was just a rather difficult hurdle in your marriage. Thinking that perhaps, this was all just a big misunderstanding like what you were repeatedly assured of.

But this was beyond even your wildest dreams. Nothing made sense. It was as if your world was crashing down on you all at once. True mates? It mocks you repeatedly.

Steve and Clark told you that you were the one. You believed them, because why would they lie to you? They had no reason to!

To get in your pants, silly. The rational, or was it pessimistic part of you said.

You blinked away the tears, turning around, and indulging in the manical urge that clouded all your rationality— run.

So you fled.

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seaadc · 8 months

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leaving. | xiao x gn!reader

a/n: this is inspired by moira dela torre’s song “Paubaya”! make sure to listen to it, its greaattt<3 (NO HATE TO LUMINEE)

summary: you and xiao loved eachother so much, treated eachother fairly, not until traveler came into your world. part 2.

“I’m leaving it all up to her.”

Xiao loved you, for whoever you are, for whatever mistake you did. And you loved him unconditionally. Truth be told, You loved him more than he loved you.

He doesn’t express his feelings, it took quite a while for you to befriend him but he got comfortable around you. Whenever you left, he would realize how empty his world is when you were gone. He would come back to you first after arguments, And you would do the same.

You both knew who was in the wrong at petty fights, If Xiao was, He would come back to you and apologize with roses in his hand. You would of course forgive him since he was your boyfriend.

Every rose he gave you, you put them all up in a vase. To put it simply, you collected that one rose he gave you that night when you guys’s argument was really bad. Both were in the wrong but Xiao chose to say it was his fault.

You both were happy, No one was meddling in your life, You didn’t care if people gossiped on ‘how on earth did you choose a yaksha to be your boyfriend?’.

You both didn’t care, Not a single care left in the world as you both loved each-other unconditionally.

Until, Traveler came. Her name was Lumine, You could tell she was not from here because of how she dresses. She had blonde hair that reaches to her shoulders, A pretty fair lady.

Xiao had stopped hanging out with you during his freetime, He says he has to protect all of Liyue and you understood that. Probably because you just don’t want the both of you to have an argument.

You decided to visit Wangshu Inn, holding some Almond Tofu you cooked in your home before leaving. You greeted Verr and asked where Xiao is.

“Oh, Xiao? He’s upstairs at the balcony. He’s with—“ You cut Verr off with a thanks and rushed immediately to the balcony upstairs, That place was also where both of you had your first date. You still remember that shy face of Xiao that day.

But today, You were met with that same expression. Not to you, But to Lumine.

You stood there, all the excitement in your body gone as it was replaced with disappointment. The pale expression on your face explains how this scenario hurt you.

Xiao and Lumine were on the railings, Lumine laughing with her eyes closed while Xiao was blushing with a pink hue spreaded across his cheeks, He looked down at Lumine’s lips and kissed her which— in turn, Lumine reciprocated.

You put on a sad smile, putting down the plate in the table causing a sound to which Xiao flinched at and his expression turned dark when he realized you were there.

“[Name]..? You.. w-were here?” Xiao mumbled, his heart pounding due to nervousness while Lumine was shocked. Her eyes widening.

I wonder what her flying companion would think of this.. behavior she had been doing.

You smile at them and bow, looking over to Xiao. “I just dropped by some Almond Tofu, have fun.” You say, putting on the most brightest smile, yet, Xiao could tell it was fake.

You left, rushing down the stairs with tears welling up in your eyes as Verr tried to ask if you were okay but you sprinted past her desk.

You sat down on the chair in your kitchen, A blank expression on your face while you stared into oblivion.

Xiao went inside, You stood up and looked at him. He was sweating and panting.

“[Name].. Can we please.. talk..?” He murmured, gulping and approaching you in the kitchen.

You walked over him to face him, smiling sadly at him while you cupped both his cheeks. You hugged him tight, He reciprocated the hug tenderly and you both stayed like that for a few minutes..

You were the one he embraced, but he was still thinking of her.

“Xiao.. If you truly loved me.. Choose her.” You mumbled, pulling away from the warm embrace that you wished, oh wished to have lasted longer but you couldn’t. you just wouldn’t.

Xiao winced at your words and shook his head, He opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off. “Where did my love lack? I gave everything to make you smile.” You said, looking down with a faint smile.

You both stayed quiet, the silence wasn’t peaceful. It was sad, and pale.

You looked up at him while Xiao’s eyes widened at the sight, You were tearing up. Tears were dripping down from your eyes and down to the floor while you looked at him.

“I love you Xiao, truly. So that’s why..” You paused, wiping your tears while you cupped both his cheeks after and you kissed him on the forehead while his eyes were welling up with tears that threatened to fall.

“I’m letting you go.”

You said, which made his tears fall, He hugged you, tighter than that last hug. You cried at his shoulders, patting his back while he silently cried on your back.

Xiao pulled away, wiping his tears while you both headed onto the door. You pointed at the door and smiled sadly at him.

“Go.. please.. She’s waiting for you.” You chuckled in a sad tone, Xiao smiled and kissed you, one final time before he left.

You counted, wishing he would come back and hug you in his embrace while you hugged him by the shoulders.

One..

Two..

…

Three.

You had burst into tears, crying, but no shoulder to cry on. You didn’t have an arm wrapped around you tightly, You didn’t have an arm that had tattoos trying to comfort you while soft hands took off the strands of hair in your face.

You had no one else, except you.

You were the one he needed, but not the one he loved.

Lumine had met up with you, outside of your house. You smiled at her and hugged her, then reached your mouth over to her ears. “Don’t make him cry like what I did… Please.. take care of him.”

Lumine widened her eyes at your words, she then squinted it then returned the hug, nodding while you pulled away and smiled sadly.

She walked away, Xiao next to her side while you were there, alone.

No one to wake you up in the morning, No one to support you to what you wanted to do.

While you didn’t notice, the rose Xiao had gave you that was in your vase, The rose you kept so long and taken care of, one of it’s petals has fell.

Xiao looked at Lumine tenderly, love and desire plastered onto his eyes while he smiled slightly.

“And it can be really seen in your eyes, why you chose her.”

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spotaus · 5 months

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Having Orchid Thoughts Again

Orchid is Nightmare and Error's daughter. Nightmare raised her, and she was supposed to act as his super-weapon. His ace. And then the multiverse war ended, and that plan went down the drain when she was like, 12.

Not to mention she's fragile as hell (got that from Error) and when she was 7 she had a really bad fall down the stairs that dusted her leg and a chunk of her skull. Orchid was already not exactly social with the other ship-kids or rest of the multiverse, but she got even more isolated when NM realized he cared more about Orchid as his Daughter than his Weapon.

Reset was Orchid's first real friend, and at first it was a partnership for convenience. 12 y/o Reset wanted 14 y/o Orchid's help for a scheme, and Orchid wanted Reset to teach her to fight (He was getting training from Killer). Spending time together, they grew super close. They'd die for eachother. Reset was the boss, abd Orchid was his right hand.

Orchid grew stronger, she killed while Reset literally couldn't, and she saw the multiverse with her own eyes. She was a villan, just like her father's before her, but by choice. Willingly. She wanted to prove herself to them, that she was strong and could spread negativity and destruction. That she wasn't a delicate flower.

But he is. As many layers of Negativity she shields herself behind as she has, she can't change that her bones are brittle, or she's still missing a leg, or that she glitches when she touches people, or her depth perception sucks. She can't change that she likes Japanese history, and their fashion, nor that she likes reading novels about tragic heroes, and also children's books about dogs in boots. She *is* gentle, but only around herself. Herself, and Reset. He's the only one who knows all of this about her and still trusts her unconditionally. He's the only one she can stomach knowing she's weak.

And, of course, this conflict she was the harbinger of gets resolved. They don't need a Queen of Negativity or new Guardian of Destruction because her parents are still alive. They don't need a murderer anymore, because Reset completed his mission. *She* isn't needed anymore... And yet Reset still drags her out to group meet-ups and official meetings with the adults. He still introduces her properly to everyone they'd been running from for the past 7 years. Some are weary, but they help socialize her. Normalize society to her. Reset helps her meet her half-siblings (Teddy and Haphazard) who she loves in her own weird way, he helps her find new hobbies (she really likes playing Shuffleboard, even though Reset calls her old for it), and she eventually feels like she belongs.

She never stops hiding her weakness, but she's more comfortable around others besides Reset. She can live and thrive.

#oc #utmv au #eternal ashes #Orchid #utmv #dadmare #<-mentioning just cuz... y'know #shipkid #errormare

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raspberry-gloaming · 2 years

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I’ve seen a lot of “Silco was a good dad” this, “Silco was a bad dad” that, but from where I see it, that isn’t really the point. It doesn’t matter if her was good or bad, per say, what matters was that He Was Her Dad. They may not have been healthy, they may not have been what each other really needed, but the main point stays strong. Arcane is full of grey, morally grey, all the spectrums, never black and white. No-one in the series is fully “good” or “bad,” though some may swing to one side more than the other. And like the characters themselves, all the relationships in the series are also grey.

#please peoppplleee #like i think fanart of young powder/jinx doodling on silco's stuff and them having a sweet relationship is cool #but that doesn't mean i think their relationship was all good #and on the other hand all bad - they loved eachother unconditionally #the point is it was how they were #its like real life #there are goods there are bads #character wise look at mylo #yes he was a little shit of a teenager who took his frustrations out in a way he shouldnt have #yes he was right in his own right to have those assumptions.#vi let powder get off the hook and alot of other stuff way more than him #he was a kid that envy is perfectly valid #if youre treated differently or lesser no shit resentment is going to show up #yeah the way he reacted was not good #but human in a way a 13 year old thinks #if i was him i would have felt hurt. if i was powder i w #ould have felt hurt #and like everything in this show everything has a huge knockon effect.#so sum of this rambling: good? no #but human? yes #like look and good omens that shits good on good and bad and human #arcane #jinx #vi #tropes #black and white #humanism #arcane vi #arcane powder #silco

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barnes-n-nobles · 3 years

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The Last Mission (NONCON SMUT)

Request: I had a hard week and I absolutely love your writing😍. Ex boyfriend bucky please! Make it dark dirty non con . Crazy jealous bucky please I just want to be ruined by him 🤤 the plot is all up to you sweets

Thank you for your request! Please reblog, like, and let me know what you think!

Summary: Bucky and you have broken up. You try your best to keep moving on in life and better it. Bucky is doing the same, but not in the way it should be.

Warnings and notable themes you should know about: Ex!Bucky, Mentally unstable Bucky, Winter Soldier, non-con smut, SMUT, dominance/possessiveness, kidnapping, gun and knife usage, anger issues, degrading, daddy kink,

18+ ONLY

Please Do not translate, no permission to repost any of my writing on any other platform, and do not copy this and claim it as your own. PLEASE

Word Count: about 5k words

Bucky had received a worrying phone call from you. “We need to talk, I need to see you asap.” Those words kept replaying in his head. His stomach turned and his palms got sweaty. What could this be. He started to replay your whole relationship thinking back on anything that could make you want to randomly meet with him. His mind was going 10,000miles per hour and he started to get furious. Could it be your dumb friends feeding your mind stupid things. Could it be your parent questioning why you’re not around as much. But even worse, could you have somehow figured out who he really was. As he stepped into his car he froze and remembered that you had gotten a therapist recently. His knuckles clenched the steering wheel, making them turn white. “No…it can’t be” he whispered.

As he pulled up to the park, he saw your silhouette at the bench that you two always met at. He got out of his car and locked it. The little beep alerted you that he had arrived so you turned around to see him. Your heart was pounding so much in your chest you swore it would explode at any given second. You gave him a weak smile and waved, almost not wanting him to meet you. Bucky got to you and lowered himself to give you a soft kiss, but as soon as his lips touched yours you pulled away. “James…please sit we need to talk” Bucky couldn’t believe this right now. Not only did you call him by his real name but you pulled away from him. It felt like such a slap in the face. He started to feel his anger rise up again but he tried his hardest to keep it together for you. “I’m here Doll. What’s wrong” he asked in a stern tone as he reached to hold your hand. You bit your lip slightly not knowing how to even begin this. “I think we need to give eachother a break. Ive come to the realization that I need to be more of my own person and frankly, I feel like you’re restricting me. I absolutely love you James, but I need to start being my own person.” Bucky froze, his heart raced and it felt like time wasn’t real. He almost felt like this was a bad nightmare, unreal and not possible. This couldn’t be happening to him. This could not be the end of you two. “Is that what you want? Or is that what your fucking therapist wants for you” he spat letting go of your hand as he didn’t want to crush it. “ I would be lying if I said that the therapist had nothing to do with that but she’s been a great help to me, mentally. She has put a lot of things into perspective and I can see how dependent I am of you and how much I let you control me. This isn’t right for me Bucky. I need to have time alone” you stated tears threatening to fall.

Bucky ran his fingers through his hair, looking up at the sky and taking a deep breath, trying to not loose his cool. “That’s not true. You don’t need time by yourself. What you need is someone to take care of you, someone that makes sure that you’re not going to throw your life away. Someone who loves and protects you unconditionally and that someone IS ME AND ONLY ME” He yelled, making a few people turn their head towards you two. You slightly flinched as his booming voice scared you. “Baby please…you can’t do this to me. I’m begging you, I’ll change. If you want more freedom then fine that’s it. You’ll have it. But I need to know and feel that you are still with me. Ive gone through a lot. Ive told you everything about me. Please….don’t do this. Don’t do this to us.” He begged , taking your hand in his and kissing it. You sighed not wanting to break front of him. If this would have happened in the past you would have already broken down and given in to him but not this time. This time you were mentally stronger and able to continue. “I-I’m so sorry….Please let go of my hand. I need to go” you asked with an emotionless expression. You pulled your hand and Buckys metal hand grabbed you again. “Y/n…don’t do this to me. “ he said staring straight into your soul, his icy blue eyes piercing right through. “Goodbye James. Please take care” you stated and walked away. Bucky just sat there and had no other choice but to let you go as people started to stare at him. His heart broke with each step you took away from him. You could feel his eyes behind you but you just looked down and walked off, feeling hopeful for the new chapter that you were about to begin and hoping he would do the same.

Bucky stayed at that bench for almost 2 hours after you left, just scrolling through the pictures that you two had, his eyes spilling with tears. When he finally decided to go home he slammed his fist on the wooden bench and it cracked right through the middle, his anger consumed him and all he could think about was you. All his thoughts were about how much he loved you and needed you in his life, but because of your easily influenced mind you decided to make this stupid decision that you disguised as a “bettering myself” gimmick. He sped through the empty streets, running every single red light not caring about himself or anyone. He opened the door to his home and was greeted by a beautiful picture of you that he had hung up right at the entrance. His reason for living, the love of his life, the only person in the world that he would die for. He stood right in front of it, looking at your beautiful face that was frozen behind the picture frame, a beautiful moment in time. But that’s all that you were now, a moment in time. Bucky punched the wall making the frame come crashing down and it shattered.

He went absolutely feral. He yelled and screamed in heartbreak. He poured himself a drink to try to drown his pain but to not avail, the super soldier serum was cancelling it out like nothing. After a whole bottle of whiskey he was not feeling anything. You consumed his mind, you were all he though about. He wondered how you were handling all this, if you even shed a tear. What if you already had someone, he’d have to kill them. He threw his glass and it broke everywhere. In a another rage fit he flipped the table over and it hit the wall, breaking into several pieces. “FUCK” he yelled kicking the coffee table and that also shattered beneath him. He made an absolute mess just thinking that you two were no longer together. “Why me, why fucking me” he said to himself in a low sad tone. He fell to his knees and punched the floor with his metal arm, but his fist fell straight through, making him loose his balance and fall on his chest. When he took his arm out he was met with a familiar mask and goggles displayed inside the gigantic whole he made. He remembered why they were there. When he started his new life with you, he decided to complete erase his past self from the picture. He never told anyone about HIM except for you. Bucky told you stories about the horrible shit Hydra did to him, but he conveniently left out the horrible shit that HE did to others.

As he ripped up some extra boards to get to his old suit , he remembered who he was. The bad side of him that would forever be engraved in himself no matter how much he tried to suppress it. He pulled out his old suit, mask, goggles, boots, knifes, and his most favorite thing, his gun. Like a river, all the old memories started to flood his brain. The rush he felt when he did the unspeakable to other people, the thrill of not getting caught and getting away with almost everything. Bucky had all the tools to do whatever the hell he wanted and that’s exactly what he was going to do now. “I’m the Winter fucking Soldier, and no one is getting in the way of what I want and what is rightfully mine. Not even you, y/n” he cynically smiled as he clocked his gun and got up to start his one and only mission left.

~~~~4 months after~~~~

You woke up to the sound of your alarm ringing on your phone, the little label on it said “start getting ready for your date “. As your tired eyes blinked you remembered that you did indeed have a date with none other than Pietro Maximoff. You needed some company and you decided to finally accept his offer to go watch a movie with him. Pietro was an exchange student from Sokovia and he was absolutely loved by everyone, so it surprised you that he would ask you out. Not that he was out of your league but you definitely didn’t think he would want you out of all the other ladies he attracted. It had only been 4 months since the break up and to be honest you were feeling quite sad and empty. Of course you missed Bucky, but you had to learn to live without him first and find yourself as he wanted you to only depend on him and do exactly as he said. For the most part you didn’t mind as you loved his dominance but it got to the point where the lines blurred and you couldn’t separate what you wanted and what he wanted FOR you. You almost felt bad for using Pietro as a rebound but you wanted to fill in that emptiness temporarily. Bucky didn’t call, text, look for you or nothing. You often wondered if you were too harsh or if he completely moved on from you, making your heart sting and your eyes well up a bit. As you got ready those thoughts faded away as you were optimistic for todays date with Pietro.

~~~Later that afternoon~~~

Bucky spent that entire day following you. It wasn’t an odd thing as he ALWAYS followed you everywhere, but today was a special day. He was so surprised that you never even looked back twice, feeling disappointed but also pleased because it gave him all the more reason to protect you and follow you around, because clearly you couldn’t protect yourself. Today was going to be the day that he would get you back, he was going to surprise you with flowers and your favorite chocolates and ask you to be his again. As he approached you he noticed you were smiling and waving at someone. “Could it be your friends?” He thought to himself. As he neared you in his car his eyes widened in twitched as he saw that you hugged some other male. He just watched as you invited him onto yourself. To say that he was furious was an understatement and he wasn’t going to let this slide. He quickly got into a parking spot and started to walk to you as his chest rose and fell in anger. He could just kill him but what fun would that be…actually a lot but he needed to make a scene. He knew how much you disliked those. As he approached you two he got a better idea, remembering his plan once more so he just passed you as you were hugging Pietro.

As you let go, your nose sensed a familiar cologne. You quickly looked around to see if you could spot him but was no where to be found. “What’s wrong y/n? You look a little lost” Pietro chuckled. You gave him a half smile and realized it was probably some other guy with that same cologne, but that was a little rare since Bucky said he got that cologne back in his hometown, he said that they didn’t have it here in your country. Your thoughts were soon pushed away as Pietro motioned you to come into the movie theatre to start going in but you still wondered if Bucky was around. As the night went on you were feeling distracted which is what you wanted. The date went well and it was time to go home. As you said your goodbyes Pietro went to his car and you went to yours, keeping your belongings close as it was already super dark outside. As you approached your car to unlock it, you noticed there was a person behind you as you saw a figure reflecting on your cars window. You quickly turned around and Bucky was standing like 4 feet away from you. “Buck…what are you doing here?” You asked in confusion yet relief as it wasn’t some stranger. He just stared at you blankly taking you in as he hadn’t seen you in what felt like forever.

“I missed you,Doll” he said reaching over to your face and caressing your cheek. Oh how you wanted this to continue but you remembered that it could not. He wasn’t good for you and it would only be a big step back in your life. You pulled your face away turning your head to the side. “What are you doing out so late? And how did you know I was here?…are you following me?” You asked in confusion. Bucky licked his lips and smirked slightly as if the question was comedic, just adding to your uncertainty. “What am I doing here so late? …what are you? You know I DONT like it when you’re out this late it’s dangerous “ he said taking a step closer. He completely ignored the last question but you already knew the answer to it, as you remembered that it couldn’t have been anyone else but him with that cologne.“It’s none of your concern anymore. We aren’t together remember. I DONT have to give you explanations“ you stated stepping back, not able to go much further as your butt touched the car door. “Thats where you’re wrong…You are mine wether you recognize it or not. No one can protect you , love you, pleasure you the way that I can baby. Absolutely no one. So as far as explanations go, you owe me a ton” he said slamming his hands next you, trapping you. “James…get away from me” you said trying to push him away. As you struggled he wedged his knees between your legs and pulled your hands behind you back. “First of all DONT fucking call me that. You know what I like being called, so say it.” He growled next to your ear. You stayed silent resisting him. His patience wore thin, so he slammed you against your car, making the alarm go off until he got your keys from you with one hand, but made sure to hold your wrists tightly behind your back with the other. “SAY IT” he yelled into your face.

“Let go of me you FUCKING PSYCHO. HELP SOMEBODY-“you screamed but the next thing you knew you were on the ground, a burning sting enveloping your cheek. Bucky slapped you so fast, it almost made you question where the hell you were, knocking the wind right out of you. The taste of iron filled your mouth, reaching up and feeling blood on your lip. Before you could even cry or say anything, you were quickly brought up to your feet by your hair , whimpering and starting to cry. “I’m done. I’m done being the kind loving person that I was always trying to be for you. You’ve left me no choice so now we’re going to do things my way. You need some discipline and remember who you belong to.” He said staring into your eyes like a mad man, “Do you remember all those stories that I told you from my past. All the shit I went through? I might have left out a few little details. I went through all that because…I was to be the Winter Soldier” He explained and turned your face to look at him by squeezing your cheeks.. “Baby it was all me” he whispered, making your eyes widen with fear, “Im capable of causing so much pain, suffering, torture, destruction and all without feeling an ounce of remorse. You had it so good with the old me, all I wanted to do was keep you to myself , keep you safe and sound from the monsters in the world. But you decided to leave me, to throw everything away.” He stopped, tears forming in his eyes. “I love you y/n. I love you so much…that’s why I have to do this. For us” he said kissing your bloodied lips passionately. When he pulled away he shoved a cloth into your face. You tried to scream but in attempting that you breathed in a strong scent, making the world go dark and feeling extremely weak.

~~~the next morning~~~~~

Bucky was making you some breakfast, smiling at the fact that you were finally in his home and on his bed. He pulled out his phone and went to the security app, wanting to check up on you. There you were, sleeping like an angel chained up to his bed. Your eyes blindfolded and a gag in between your lips. Your hands and feet bound together. He had to start off extreme and slowly make his way down in order to ensure you wouldn’t make a mistake. He smiled and looked at your exposed body, the lingerie riding up with each movement you made. Thoughts of last night entered his mind making his cock harden at the lewd images that displayed in his head. Last night, he brought you home and placed you on the soft bed. As you were passed out he started to undress you, your naked body on full display. It never failed to make him horny. As he got you into his favorite pair of lingerie he couldn’t help but get hard as your pretty pussy teased him. The thin strip of the thong was being swallowed by your lower lips. As a reward for today’s successful mission, he decided to have a little taste of you. He spread your legs apart and dipped down to lick your clit, his back shuddering at your delicious taste. He moved the fabric to the side and he gave you a long lick as he spread your folds. He moaned as he pulled out his dick and pumped it a few times, looking at your body all decorated just for him. He swiped his dick up and down your clit, feeling your slick cunt get more and more wet. He needed to stop but he couldn’t, he needed more. “Fuck it” he whispered as he aligned himself and started to push into you, his cock sliding in with ease. He closed his eyes and moaned your name as he kept going in and out, loving the feeling of your tight pussy around him. He got brought back to reality as the fire alarm went off, due to the toast burning in the oven.

As he prepared everything he decided to get into his Winter Soldier uniform. He had to make sure you feared him, that’s the only way people break. Fear makes anyone do anything and that’s exactly what he needed. As he brought you breakfast he placed it on the night stand next to you. By that time, you were awake and your breath hitched when you felt a dip on the soft mattress. “Doll…you’re awake. Come give me a kiss” Bucky said as he took off your blind fold and your gag. You were so delirious you couldn’t quite piece everything together. “Why am I here…Why am I tied up..what are you doing” you asked starting to breathe a little faster as everything started to register again. Bucky looked so different since you last saw him those 4 months ago. His hair grew, he was very bulky and strong looking and he was wearing a familiar suit, the one you remembered seeing on the news that day when he was identified as the Winter Soldier. “Doll..I asked you to do something. Now obey” he said pulling you to him. “Bucky please. Whatever you’re doing , please stop. I promise I won’t tell anyone” you begged slightly crying. “I know you won’t tell anyone, my precious kitten. Because you’re not leaving this house ever.” He said pulling you in for a hard kiss. You pulled away and really looked at the man sitting in front of you. This was no longer your loving Bucky, this was the Winter Soldier and your odds of surviving him got slimmer and slimmer with each time you made him mad. Bucky noticed your puzzled look and decided to start his training with you.

“From this moment , you will no longer address me as any other name other than Daddy. You know how much I love it when you submit to me and that’s exactly what you’re going to do. You are here to please me and do as I say. If not then…” he paused pulling out his gun and pointed it right on your forehead, “I’ll blow your fucking brains out, understood?” He stated pressing it more onto your head. “Y-yes…Daddy” your fear getting the better of you. He smiled, pleased with you.“Secondly, you will do as I say. If I say jump, you say how high. You will submit to me. You will not challenge me nor fight me. Understand?” he paused making his way down to you again, moving your neck to the side as he started to kiss it gently, “Doll…I’ll break you into nothing” he whispered making you tingle. Your restraints made a sound as you tried to move away from him, making Bucky mad. He grabbed your throat and pushed you down, straddling you. “You almost had me there baby…but I can see you’re in need of discipline and punishment.” He smiled pulling out his knife and pressing it to your throat. “Daddy please…please I’ll be good. Please don’t kill me…please” you cried breaking again. “Oh my Doll. I won’t I promise, just as long as you do as I say” he said dragging the knife down your body, making you stay still. You couldn’t help but start to cry, your emotions crumbling under this new Bucky that was on top of you.

“Why are you crying…I know you’ve missed me you should be happy” he teased. “I’m scared” you cried. “Well don’t be darling. Daddy’s got you. In fact, I got something for you.” He smiled as he ran his thumb on over your lip. He started to unbuckle his belt and pulled out his big juicy cock. As it left it’s confinement your mouth started to water as you remembered how good he made you feel and how good it felt to be ruined by him, but that was your old Bucky not this monster. He tapped your mouth so that you could open it up, but you refused just keeping your eyes closed and your mouth shut. The next thing you felt was cold metal on your lips. When you opened your eyes you noticed that Bucky had his gun right there, pushing it onto you. His eyes were dark and his smile had faded. “I fucking told you to open your mouth, whore. Now open it” he barked. You slightly opened it and he quickly shoved it in. “I’m not going to repeat myself again, next time I’m going to slice that pretty little mouth of yours with my knife if you don’t fucking cooperate.” He growled as you gaged and choked on his gun. He then pulled it out and tapped your lips with his dick. Afraid of what would happen next, you took him in as fast as possible, bobbing your head up and down. “Mmmm baby that’s it. Just like that” he moaned bucking his hips forward as he held your head in place. It didnt take much for him to almost cum in your mouth but he pulled out just before. You were a mess, your saliva was all over your face, your eyes were watery from gagging over and over again, and your throat felt raw. Bucky got up and started to undress, your eyes raked over his toned body exposing his hard work. You hated this so much. Your mind was telling you one thing but your body did another as it responded so quickly to his touch. When Bucky rejoined you in bed he laid you flat, forcing himself in between your legs. “Its Daddys turn to please you, I know that what you want. You poor thing you just want to be fucked like a whore dont you? he teased moving his hand in between you two and rubbing your already soaked pussy. Your hips jerked at the sensation as you held back your moans. “Dont you dare hold those precious sound from me. Let me know whos making you feel good pet” he scolded as his fingers moved faster. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head in ecstasy, “mmm Daddyyy” you moaned bucking your hips again towards him. “That’s right princess, only Daddy can make you feel like this”.

Bucky was beyond pleased, looking at you come undone beneath him, it just made him even more horny. He stopped rubbing you and ripped your lingerie as if they were spiderwebs. Your exposed breasts making his mouth water. He bent down to your neck and sucked hard, marking you as his property. His cock soon found your wanting hole and he slid right in, both of you moaning in the moment. “My Doll, you always know how to take Daddy so well mmm…Fuck I own you y/n…you’re no one’s but mine” he said holding your hips and ramming into you. You were a mess for him, his cock always making you go crazy. You were so enveloped in him that you didn’t want anything but to cum on his dick. “Daddy..More” you moaned. “What do you say , doll” he questioned moving slow now. You whimpered not liking how painful it felt that he wants going any faster “please Daddy please” you cried out moving your own hips to try and get more of him. He quickly flipped you over, rose up your ass and started to pound into you. The sound of skin slapping filled the room coupled with your screams and his moans. He brought you up to his face making your back curve and kissed you sloppily, his metal arm wrapped around your neck keeping you steady. “I’m gonna cum” he whispered and shuttered at the same time. “Tell me you want it” he said with gritted teeth. His other flesh hand rubbed your pussy violently making you screech in pleasure and pain. “P-please Daddy….cum inside me, I want to feel your cock spilling insideee pleasee” you whined. “Beg..like your life depends on it” he choked trying so hard to not cum. You couldn’t take it anymore. His strong arms around you coupled with his lust and dominant filthy words were enough to push you over the edge. You came right on his fingers as he was still pounding you. Shaking and blabbering like an animal. Your walls clenched around him, making him grunt and finally spill inside you, pumping you full of his cum. As you grew weak you fell forward, unable to catch yourself as your hands were still bound. Bucky flipped you over and sat you up as if you were a rag doll, feeling his cum ooze out from your pussy. “Please,um Daddy, untie me, it’s comming out” you panted shifting your weight from side to side. Bucky loved the way you were submitting to him. The way you could break with a few threats and actions. He knew he chose the right kitten to take home. “No can do, Kitty. You broke some rules. I have to punish you for cumming with out permission and for not begging like I told you to” he whispered placing a kiss on your lips. It dawned on you that you two had intimate rules in the past but you didn’t think they applied here. I mean he kidnapped you for fucks sakes, that in itself was a huge rule breaker. “That’s not fair. You, you didn’t tell me that” you whines trying to come up with something. “Life ISNT fair, doll. I know that more than anyone and if I say you need to be punished , you will be a good girl and take it. Daddy always knows best” and with that he went to his closet and pulled out a familiar vibrator that he used to use on you when he punished you. You shook your head and tried to move away and close your legs as tight as possible. Bucky forced them open and placed it exactly when he knew It would drive you crazy. He then turned it on and you started squirming immediately, the sensation being too much as he had abused your clit minutes before. Your pathetic “please daddy” pleads made Bucky smile in a sadistic manner. This is what he imagined the day you left him. You suffering just the way he suffered for you. You were to make up for mistakes and he would make sure to rewrite your brain to only want him. He was now your god and you are to worship him as such.

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whosjunglejim4322 · 4 years

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Warnings: mentions of bl**d, over the clothes grinding, mark being needy and whiny despite being too strong for his own good, switch dynamics, biting, fingering, mark being dumbly in love w his human gf 💌 he cums in his pants

Vampire Mark tries to remember the advice that his elder, Jongin, had given him at the beginning of his first week as a newborn; to focus on why falling into temptation would be worse than the taste of blood could ever prove to be satisfying.

Others in his coven might not agree with this sentiment, though Mark knew that if his life as something other than human with you was going to work, he couldn't let himself become as rampent as his fellow Draugr.

But it's not easy, in fact, he finds himself thinking that it's damn near harder than his decision to become part of the undead in the first place-especially when you're practically giddy at the sight of his tapered teeth that seemed to have come out of hiding after a makeout session that got your blood pumping furiously.

No pun intended.

He can smell the arousal that's pooling in the center of your underwear, can hear the rythmic thump of blood surging through the veins in your wrists as you cup his smooth cheeks, pad of your thumbs scraping the point of his fangs.

He whimpers, bucking his hard, cloth covered dick up into your center and throwing his head back slightly as he scrunches his nose, eyebrows furrowing in frustration.

His strong hands grip at your hips and absentmindedly force you down harder against his lap as he tries his best to hold it together, eyes darkening to a shade of onyx as he lifts his head from the back back of the couch to see your gaze is still as awestruck as ever.

"What? Does it hurt?" He turns his head to the side as he shakes it, ignoring the painful erection thats twitching against the crotch of your soft shorts, in favor of basking in his own humiliation for how close he really is to losing his sanity.

"No it doesnt hurt, it f-feels good? Yeah it feels good, I'm trying really hard t-to be good right now." His voice is rough and coated with an undertone of desire, your skin sweltering hot in juxtaposition to his icy form, your heart race accelerating by the minute.

You should be scared, knowing that he can sense all of these things even before you can, that your boyfriend could single handedly break you in half within seconds despite looking as if he wouldn't even harm a bee.

Maybe you're sick, for finding his neediness and source of lust to be some sort of a thrill. You grab his cool face again, forcing him to look down at you, which takes little to no effort as he had the same plan as soon as he felt you shift on top of him.

"You don't have to be good, I trust you, Mark," You lean in close enough to brush your warm lips against his, and he whines, chin jutting forward just a tad as if to chase after something he wants so desperately. "Do you really want me that bad bub?" Your neck is just a few inches away, and you smell so fucking sweet. His mouth waters.

His arms loop arouns your middle, and you're pulled so close to his body, you're sure you'd be able to feel his heart hammering behind his ribcage if it were still able to beat. He's even prettier this upclose, too, eyes glazed with hunger, jaw tingly with the urge to taste you.

"Want you so fucking bad baby, fuck I want to fucking ruin you." He professes this with a growl and you feel a fresh wave of wetness saturate your panties, your mouth pressing against his in a manner that is too gentle for his liking right now; but necessary.

Precum wets his bottoms when you trail soft, pillowy pecks agaisnt his jaw and down his sensitive neck, nibbling just below his ear. He tries to keep his nose in the air instead of burying it in the crook of your shoulder, but when you curl your fingers into the soft hair at the back of his head and give him an encouraging nudge, he simply can't say no.

He's trying to to find the voice of ration, beginning to feel instincts take over as you grind down against him and whisper sweet nothings in his ear.

Good boy, let yourself go, take what you want.

It should come as no surprise, you were the only person he knew he didn't have to hide from, who he knew would still love him unconditionally after it was all said and done. You still look at him with wonder and adoration, still want him the way you did before, if not more.

"I love you, I love you I love you-" He licks at your skin with his avaricious tongue, hips thrusting up against your center to meet your controlled grinds. He feels so hard you'd almost be worried, if it weren't for your own horniness leaving you ready to be eaten by a vampire.

"I love you too, so so much." You suck on the skin under his jaw, circling your pelvis on top of him with newfound fervour as you feel the light scrape of his teeth againt your carotid artery.

"Does it make you hard Mark? Wanting to bite me, hmm?" He feels like he's on fire, body practically on vibrate as you reach a hand down in between your torsos and between his thighs to grasp at his dense cock.

His hands are on your ass, pink tongue furiously licking at your soft neck as he lets out an agonized groan, low and sultry. "Fuuuuck, why are you doing this to me? I can't take it." He half laughs, out of slight frustration with the fact that he can't bend you over and fuck you until you're shaking.

You whimper when his dick jerks in your palm and he feels your free hand descend in between your own legs, his heightened senses suddenly overwhelmingly aware of just how wet you are.

If he weren't so hungry he would have been enraptured sooner, and he suddenly realizes that his want to please you is a pleasant distraction from the enticing liquid flowing through your veins.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry." he removes your hands from your pants as softly as (not so) humanly possible, replacing your fingers with his. You immediately gasp and grip onto his length tighter, leaving him groaning for more than one reason.

You're so fucking wet, and the warmth oozing from you so sweetly is almost just as mouth watering as your life source. It makes him feel human, for just a moment, feeling you like this.

His fingers are freezing cold and add to the stimulation on your end, though, and he not so subtly uses this to his advantage in order to regain some sort of stability in his current state.

You're still relentless, however, rubbing his sensitive, leaking tip through his sweats, just as he pushes two of his fingers inside of your pulsing entrance. The lack of resistance has his belly tightening while he fucks his hips into your palm in time with his digits thrusts.

He focuses on the way your slick walls feel, how you're leaking so abundantly into the cusp of his palm. You find his lips as you grip a handful of his hair, an expletive slipping from his tongue when your mouths meet.

He feels himself falling apart when your bottom lip slips past his fangs, drawing just the slightest amount of blood, taste sending a rush of knee buckling pleasure to his cock.

"Cu- cumming-oh fuck baby I'm cumming!"

You gasp at the sheer strength he posseses as he uses his free hand to slam you down onto his fingers, spurts of cum leaking through his sweatpants and coating your thighs with his essence, face turning opposite your neck as he is the most tempted to feed from you when he's come to his release.

Hearing the struggle in his voice and feeling the stickiness of his cum leak onto your fingers- it sends you tumbling down after him, stilling as you wet his hand all together due to the strength of your orgasm.

"M-Mark, ohhh, Markie.."

He twitches.

He wants you forever, that's for sure, watching you while he basks in the afterglow of his orgasm, still throbbing as your your eyebrows furrow and tears spring from your closed eyes.

It feels like he's won a prize, or that maybe, somehow, losing your soul doesn't necessarily mean you'll never get to experience something so ethereal and heart wrenching. He remembers the feeling enough.

He keeps his fingers in you as you slump against his solid form, his head tilting down to give you a slow, passionate kiss that has your hands shaky as you hold onto his shoulders.

His fangs are gone and you can kiss freely now, tongues delving into eachothers mouths, small hums of satifaction and adoration slipping through each glide of your wet lips.

"Thankyou for this, I love you so much." It's simple, but the way he says it, like a lover. He says it with glossy eyes and a genuine lilt, it has you needing to be as close to him as possible. Like he's the other side of your heart.

"I love you too, Mark Lee," He finally removes his fingers as you wiggle in an effort to change your position, bringing the digits to his mouth as you attempt to stand on wobbly legs.

"Baekhyuns gonna kill you, again."

Mark shrugs and smiles mischievously, pulling you into his chest by your waist as he places feather light kisses to your face, quick fingers adjusting your shorts.

"Wait till I tell him that you wanna be turned."

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i-amm-writing · 3 years

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Senseless Short Story Shamble: Sea You Later

Info: fluff, short story, life-is-hard

True love, huh?

I gotta say - the idea just didn't seem possible to me. I mean, how could someone love another person unconditionally? We're humans. We screw up. There are limits. Right?

I sighed into my pillow. You're not helping yourself, Ashley. Just because love doesn't exist for you, doesn't mean others don't experience it.

My mother and father were a great example of true love. Every morning, they gave eachother a goodbye kiss before they left for work. It didn't matter if they had had a fight the day before. They always displayed their love no matter what.

Maybe there was true love for me in the future, but right now, it seemed like everyone on earth hated me.

"Ashley! Better get a move on, or you'll be late!"

I nodded, though I knew my mom was calling from downstairs and wouldn't even see me. It was just one of those days.

I pulled on my shoes and jogged down the stairs. Grabbing my keys, I did a once over of myself in the mirror by the door. Uhg. This was just not a good day.

"Bye!" I yelled.

"Have a nice day, honey!"

I rolled my eyes. "I'll try! See you when I get back!"

I walked over to my little, green Honda. It had a few dents, and a little rust was spreading on the rims, but it was mine. I hopped in, started it, then drove away.

Driving down the highway managed to make me feel even more depressed. My life was beginning to get too mundane. I slowed as I neared a stop sign. A few cars drove past. Chewing on my lip, I idled for a moment.

Life is too short.

I flicked on my blinker and turned left. Fifteen minutes later, I was seeing the ocean. It was breathtaking.

"You live so close, and yet you don't see it very often," I said with a tsk. The huge expanse of water before me made me smile. The sight filled me with an awe-inspiring wonder I couldn't even begin to explain.

I pulled off my shoes and socks, tossed them in the backseat, then made my way down to the beach. A man sat out near the water on a rock, fishing. A couple strolled down the shore, a dog running in front of them. I took a deep breath, found a driftwood log, then sat down.

I closed my eyes, leaning back on a higher portion of the log. Cool, ocean air swirled around me. It almost made me start shivering. This is what every day should be like, I thought. No stress. No deadlines. No negative thoughts. Just peace.

I let out a contented sigh.

"You look comfortable."

My eyes shot open. I looked up into the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. The face around them wasn't half bad either. What on earth was he doing talking to me? Why was he even watching me relax?

"Easy now. Don't be alarmed," he said. His voice could only be described as soft. "I was just paying you a compliment."

Compliment. A compliment? I must have made an ugly face because he quickly explained.

"You look comfortable. At ease, in other words. Feeling that way is hard to come by - especially nowadays."

I couldn't argue with him. Although, it did occur to me that I needed to say at least something - I hadn't even gotten a word out!

"That's true, Mister. . ."

"Just call me Peter."

"All right. I'm Ashley."

"As I was saying, Ashley," Peter said, taking a seat next to me. "You look very relaxed. Does it come naturally?"

I almost burst out laughing. Naturally? I shook my head. "Not at all. I wish it did, though. Why are you so interested?" Peter, I admit, was an intriguing man. He was outgoing, obviously. And a mystery, above all. Why was he talking to me?

"I admit I'm looking for my own sense of comfort. I search for peace, just like everyone else. It seems you have found it here. Has your life not been very pleasant as of late?"

I bobbed my head. "You could say that."

"And could I also go so far as to say you came here to escape it all?"

Peter was a mind reader - there was no other explanation.

I nodded again. "Yes," I said quietly, looking away. "At times it seems like the whole world hates me. People who don't even know me probably hate me. I've screwed up too many times to deserve anybody's love." I turned back to him. "So, I came here. The ocean always helps me feel a little better."

Peter nodded, understanding written on his face. "I must mention, though, how fortunate it is that our paths have crossed," he said. "Had your life not been stressful today, we would never have met."

His smile was contagious. "I suppose that's true."

He continued. "All things happen for a reason. Everything one goes through is a building block placed on the tower of one's life. Every hard experience strengthens the foundation. Every good experience helps the tower rise higher. Nothing happens by accident."

I blinked. "All things happen for a reason," I repeated thoughtfully.

Peter nodded, then looked back out at the sea. I followed his gaze. Sunshine reflected off the surface of the water, mirroring brilliance. Waves rose and fell with roaring energy. It was scary, beautiful, and oh so wonderous. I needed to come here more often.

"I love the ocean," I said aloud.

"I love you." Every tone matched mine, but his words carried a new, weightier meaning.

My eyes leaped over to meet his. "But you don't even know me," I sputtered.

He smiled. "If people can hate you without even knowing you, then I have just as much right to love you."

My mouth just hung there. I didn't know whether I should laugh or cry. I ended up doing a mixture. I covered my mouth, feeling a few salty tears dribbling down.

Peter took my hand. "Don't ever forget that you are loved." He drew closer and kissed me lightly.

It was then I woke up. The wind still scattered my hair in all directions, inspiring me with its fresh scent. The ocean still roared. The sky was still blue. And I was still me - plain, old me.

I sat up. There was no man named Peter before me. All I saw was the empty sea. It had all been a dream?

It had felt so real. Peter had to be an actual person. Why was it all just a dream? I couldn't believe it.

After a while of just staring miserably out into space, a faint smile started teasing the corner of my lips. I had been dreaming. It wasn't the end of the world. Besides, even if it hadn't actually happened, Peter still seemed too real to forget. He'd been so encouraging. I wrapped my arms around my middle, feeling warm inside. He would forever be in my memory. So would his precious, silky words.

All things happen for a reason. Don't ever forget you are loved.

#you are loved #loveyourself #everything happens for a reason #short story #mywriting #story

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ezmarie · 3 years

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Matchup exchange with @lavenderquills !!

» hiiii! ahdhs this was so fun tysm for doing this exchange! i loved the one you made for me sm and i apologize for taking so long!

i ship you with... sugawara!!

you two would be so nice and friendly to eachother and that’s why everyone just seems to adore you. with sugawara already having a reputation for being super sweet and caring and with your friendly and thoughtful personality it just makes for an adorable combination. those traits are one of the things that drew him to you first because he just loves how friendly and accepting you were. he really appreciates how loyal you are to those you’re close and comfortable with, especially with him. he’s always been pushed to the side and forgotten throughout his life, including his volleyball career, so he’s really scared that once you’re with him you’ll just leave him for someone better. that’s why when he realizes that your sticking with him no matter what and you actually genuinely love and will stay with him he feels a huge wave of relief wash over him. because of that (and also just because he loves you unconditionally) he always makes SURE to cherish and protect you, so much that most of the time his fanon “mom” tendencies are actually canon. he’s very protective of you and always makes sure that your safe and healthy with whatever your doing, which includes checking up on you to see if you’ve been eating/drinking enough water or making sure your not stressed. he just loves you an incredible amount and his biggest fear would be to lose you so he’ll do whatever it takes to not be second place in that.

even though you two are seen as super sweet and friendly, you two for sure have a crazy and chaotic side that you choose to hide away. like nobody actually knows what things you two pull on a daily basis and how crazy you both can actually be, especially suga😃 you guys are always doing crazy shit and most of the time it’s his idea. yeah everyone thinks sugas some mature mom figure? nuh uh that’s false information, he’s like that one chaotic older cousin that can’t drive and is always either running into mailboxes or smashing their friend’s ex’s car, there’s no in between. he loves that you’ll join in with him doing all that because he lives for the fun and rebellious side of it, and doing it with you just makes it basically perfect. i don’t think suga cares much about your temper or dense nature. honestly i think he finds it hilarious. of course when your about to lose your shit he’s right there to calm you down and comfort you to rain down your frustration, but it doesn’t bother him that much. same with being dense, he honestly just finds it cute how you’ll be completely understanding of something but the next second you’ll be totally lost and clueless. he knows you’re not dumb so he just laughs it off and thinks nothing of it because he has the same clueless moments too.

he loves how good of a listener you are and how you’re able to give advice. he’s always taken on that role of listening to peoples problems and taking care of others responsibilities, so he’s never had anyone that was able to do that for him, and it really messed him up. he just felt like he was never understood or good enough and had no one to help him through life. that all changed when you walked into his life and actually listened to what he had to say and made him feel like he had a voice for once. you make him feel important, special, wanted. that’s all he really ever needed, and the fact that you can both provide that for eachother helps him so immensely you don’t even know. you both are always so supportive and understanding of eachothers feelings and problems, like seriously hand over the amazing communication pls🤲 because of how supportive you are of him and how special you make him feel, it’s easy to understand why he wants to help you with your own problems. i feel like he would be the BEST at comforting you through times when your feeling down and would know exactly what to do. he’s so observant of your emotions and moods so he’s gonna know when somethings up and will immediately try and make you feel better or get your mind off of it. with your whole problem with being a people pleaser, he 100% understands. he’s always struggled with denying people asks for help because he wants to be there for EVERYONE even though it’s impossible, which makes it also impossible for him to say no. however he, again, wants to help you so badly with it because he struggles as well so he’ll try and work on that problem with you. he definitely sticks with his word so in the end it will be beneficial for you two to grow and gain more confidence/assertiveness.

scenarios with the two of you:

•you both had a really long bad day and was in desperate need of each others comfort so when you two came home you both just immediately engulfed one another in a hug and cuddled. you kinda talked about your day and such while the other just quietly listened and nodded in understanding, but mostly you guys were just sitting in each others embrace enjoying their presence. you both also put on some movies to make you feel better which worked so you both ended up falling asleep with your favorite movies playing

•you two sharing earbuds and listening to your favorite songs playlist that both of you always share because you two literally have the same music taste. you both took a walk through your neighborhood at sunset and were comfortably holding hands, occasionally smiling at eachother and then going back to enjoying the scenery, which was the neighborhood below the beautiful sky that was painted with a lavender color

•for your first date you two went to a cafe first (which just so happedned to be your favorite cafe, what a coincidence🥰) and just got to know eachother. meanwhile you ordered donuts and tea so you ate some food while talking with eachother, but the main focus was how good of a conversation you two were having since it was so easy and lighthearted and surprisingly there never seemed to be an awkward moment. after that you two went to see a movie at a cinema and had an amazing time, what a great first date i must say🥺😌

AHHSHD this was so adorable to write about i hope you enjoyed it!! also tysm again for the exchange i really appreciate it🥺 :))

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu matchups #sugawara koushi #sugawara #Petals ✿

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hiro-gari · 3 years

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While searching for writing inspiration, I found this OTP prompt: https://writing-prompts-for-otps.tumblr.com/post/650851006049075200/can-you-do-a-demon-x-angel-prompt

Honestly after finished reading that, I can't stop thinking it could be applied for Batarou, with Badd as the angel and Garou as the demon. Or just canon-verse Batarou in general, with "angels" as metaphor for heroes and "demons" as metaphor for villains. Right? This is such a perfect prompt for them, it suits them and their roles/situation, imho.

So it's like, Badd already understand by being so close to Garou is not good for him because Garou is supposed to be his enemy. Yet because he loves Garou so much, Badd doesn't care about what others have been saying to him. As long as he can be together with Garou, he feels alright. Badd would risking himself to be with Garou, even after knowing his soul would be tainted by that. And since Badd knows Garou is not like the other demons (or villains in general), Badd fully trusted Garou that he would never do anything bad to him.

On the other hand, Garou thinks he was corrupting Badd's pureness and tainting his reputation as angel (or heroes in general). Yet he feels so happy to be loved by Badd, since nobody else ever dared to do it for him. No matter how many times Garou warned Badd that their relationship could endanger Badd, the angel still stubbornly reaching out for him. Giving all the affection that Garou really deserved. Only Badd who is willing to love him unconditionally, no matter what their roles supposed to be. All that matters is their genuine feelings, that they love eachother, caring for eachother.

The part when the demon hugging the angel while the angel leaning against the demon's chest got me hhnggh so soft yet a little bit sad. I can imagine how Badd was contemplating his life he has with Garou, considering that people around them disapproved the nature of their forbidden romantic relationship.

Yet Badd doesn't regret his own decision to loving Garou. Not at all, especially knowing fully well that Garou actually has a good heart and genuine kindness despite being a demon. Not to mention, Garou loves him back eventhough the demon hates angels so much. But not Badd, the only angel he ever loved. The only angel who turned his life to be so much better. The only angel who made him feels appreciated, discovering there's still something good in him. Just for Badd, Garou is willing to do and give anything for him.

My favorite part for the prompt: "The demon is an asshole to everyone, they despised them and his actions show as such. But then they met angel, the one person in their life that chipped away the darkness of their soul. Demon still hated everyone, but angel, man angel was different."

In the context of Batarou ship, it's so Garou: hating everyone equally (other demons/villains and all the angels/heroes), except Badd. His encounter with Badd changed his life and realizing he's still capable of loving someone. In the end, Garou still hating everyone but Badd got the free pass to reach into his heart.

Aaaand that's all I have for Batarou headcanon right now! I'm sorry this was so short, but hopefully this could still amuse you in your sparetime 😅😆

Have a great day, Lilia~ 😉😚💕💞💖💝🌸🌻

-Little1993lamb-

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Yesss oh my gosh you’re right! This is actually perfect for them 💕 I agree, despite the “young love” factor i.e. starcrossed lovers and all that, both of them are certainly aware that being together is going to cause problems, especially for Badd :/

ngl I felt it in my heart when I read that quote but replaced “angel” with Badd’s name 😭❤️ uGH

Thank youuu anon this was so nice to receive 💕 Hope you’re having a great day as well 😁💖

#their situation is kind of shitty but like #i feel like being apart is just harder for both of them #:’)#batarou #garou #metal bat #opm #submission

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howljenky · 4 years

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I have a few things to say thats been circling in my mind a lot.

The reduction and watering down of the word Femme to mean Feminine woman, not even lesbian as i saw bi ppl use it as well, and straigh women use it as well, as an empowering feminine word that completly disregard the culture of the word, made me ocasionally think to myself "ugh i hate being called a femme" and made me have life crises in which i forget what Femme stands for, because i have no map for it, and noone to cling to, and teach me, and remind me, that i exist in this world to love butches. The loneliness i feel is tearing me apart. More under cut.

Feminine women saw the word femme, and decided femmes are trying to replicate heterosexuality, that femmes are selfish, and close minded, and "exclusuonists", and they took this word for themselves to preach about how good femme4femme relationships are, how ignorant and misogynistic we were for not choosing to date other feminine women, and for replicating heterosexuality, they took it and trampled over us for not being progressive, for choosing to date the ugly mean dykes. And this is it, this is the reason they did it. Their hatered for butches and masculine women.

This hatered is why terms like "soft butch" exists, this is why everyone tells butches they can be feminine if they want to, while pissing and dissing on the butches that reject every form of feminity, calling them links to toxic masculinity, calling them predatory, and mean, and cold hearted, and cheaters, and emotionally closed off, in our own lesbian community no less, which come to bite femmes in the ass as well for choosing to date such "heartless bastards", to the point you take the word femme from us to "save us" or whatever is going through their minds, while also telling everyone a characteristic of being a lesbian is to be soft masculine. They want that "soft androgyny" aesthetic, masculine women to at least have a feminine thing about them, as if butches are still obliged by the police to have 3 women garments on themselves like in our past culture, but not to be too feminine, because then u have to date other feminine lesbians, or fall into this category of lesbians that are being asked "so why dont you just date a man?" Because people just cannot get through their thick skulls that lesbians have NOTHING to do with men. Not too feminine, because feminity is men's.

So alright, they hate the butches, and they "reclaimed" femme from those who stay with the butches. And it is good for them! They can use the word femme as they please, while continuing to compare butches to men and out relationship to a straight one. But what does that mean for the butchfemme culture?

It directly harms out community. We cannot find eachother that easily anymore. I see the word femme and instead of being estatic that i am not alone in this world, I get wary and confused, to the point that I dont even search for femmes like me anymore. Im okay alone as well, as long as i have the attention of butches. The word femme made me so distant of its meaning, that only butches can pull me out of it and remind me just why i exist and what i am fighting for, just by existing in the same space as them. But they have it hard too. On top of all the hate, from straight people and from the lgbt+ community and even from the lesbian comunity, they have a hard time finding femmes to truly understand them, and love them, and be patient with them as well. The rings of this community falls so thight and it always feels like its getting smaller and smaller instead of larger. Consciously or not, the pressure and hatered we get drives us away from ourselves. The pressure of finding femmes like me, the disappointment i get often of not being understood by fellow lesbians drove me away from them. It's just butches i can rely onto. For lesbians and for other members of the lgbt community, this makes me an exclusionist, a demon, a bad person.

The lack of media representation is a problem here as well. No straight person wants to see an old mean dyke on the screen, so they don't put them. They don't put them so that they won't turn to "stereotypical lesbians". They don't put them because they hate them. The lesbian representation is few as it is, but it is all feminine women, or femme4femme as the others with no regard to the butchfem community chose to name it. This mainly is to appeal to the male gaze, so that no man would feel threatened by someone more masculine than them. In this world, not even lesbians, who exclude men, can never separate from them entirely. Butches get compared to men, femmes are put in a box of feminity for the male gaze, and both being called a heterosexual replica, a second hand straight couple, by everyone. No wonder it took so long for me to even know what i was. And who i was. Where could i have seen myself, if there were no femmes on the screen? How would i have known who i love if there arent any butches in media? If it hadnt been for my then-friend and now unapologetical butch girlfriend, i wouldn't have read stone butch blues, and then i wouldnt have read all the other books, and i wouldnt have gotten myself in that thight spot in the small community, and i would have still be lost and lonely. Now i am just lonely, but not lost.

This lack of representation also makes everyone go along with internet trends, and not getting documented on the culture. They go along with what the others say, because theres barely any place to learn about this and to fully capture its essence and meaning. We are silenced, and deemed not worthy to be heard, because of modernised times, and changes in meanings, and being regressive. But my love for butches is an act of revolution against everyone that might call me selfish, or straight, a fake persona, and its not lower than the other non-aligned lesbians.

This is why I am still an unapologetical Femme. I am a femme, because of the feminine women around me invalidating my identity with calling themselves femme. I am femme, because of loving butches. I am femme because i exist to love and cherish and respect butches. I am femme because when everyone hates butches, where else would they go? Where is their home? Where are they fully accepted? Unconditionally? Where are butches allowed to be masculine without getting bashed for it? Who understands how butches love? Who desires them, without sexualising them?

I am femme because i am a home to butches. I am femme because, regardless of what others say, my femininity still isnt for men, and never will be. I am femme because i want change. I am femme because until butches get accepted as they are, unconditionally and without a doubt, i am not accepted either, and i refuse to get accepted without them. I am femme, until the day i see myself on the screen, until i see my lovers on the screen, until i see our love accepted and beyond that. I am a femme because i want to leave a piece of my love for butches on earth. I am femme because i want to teach, and be heard. My femme-ness doesnt sit in my feminity alone. Femme is liberating, and secure, not restaining, and forced.

I have so much else to say, but this is getting ridiculously long, and all over the place, but these were my thoughts. I desire for a day in which i could be understood. Of course, these thoughts are coming from an easter european mindset, as of where there isnt any representation, zero knowledge on the matter, post-comminist country in which lgbt people need to still hide in certain situations. I am angry at the world's view of the word femme, and what it got to mean these days. I am angry at the hatered towards butches. I am angry and i will not shut up about it anymore.

All i am asking is. Educate yourself. Be conscious of words and what they mean. Respect us. Stop making up new words for every single thing. Futch isnt real guys. Thats all.

Terfs and transmysoginists and any other fucker that dares to think this post doesn't include trans women fuck off. Trans butches, studs and trans femmes are always loved and welcomed here. Racists fuck off as well, you arent needed.

#butchfemme #femme4butch #butch lesbian #femme lesbian #bee's post #feminine lesbians PLEASE just call urself lipstick lesbians or just lesbians i beg of you. femme doesnt equal to feminine it has a meaning #a meaning that goes throughout decades #its okay to just be a lesbian just respect us and stop stealing from us i beg im so tired #butch4femme #long post #sorry if i was aggresive

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jazillia007 · 4 years

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Final thoughts on Good Girls season 3

So I'm giving you a little disclaimer: This is going to be long and honest and unfiltered. I think many people who unconditionally liked season 3 will say that all the people who criticize this season, based on the episodes we got, it's because we didn't get the last 5 episodes (because then it's gonna be good/make sense). But I dismiss this notion because we got more than half of the season (70% in this case) and if a season doesn't deliver or build any momentum people have the right to criticize. Just as people who enjoyed it can write how much they liked season 3 based on 11 episodes.

To me: this season felt like a patchwork rug. It's like the writers didn't know how to fill 16 episodes properly. And I'm gonna be honest I hope if there is a season 4 that NBC will cut it down to 10 episodes. Because apparently the writers are unable to tell their stories when they have too much time on their hands. It's like they threw in ANY ideas they had, turned on the mixer and then expected it to make all sense or to be entertaining. And it simply wasn't for me. But if you're not into reading people's opinions that doesn't agree with yours, feel free to scroll past my post. If you're okay with it, continue after the cut.

The Good:

Beth's wig

I'm not kidding when I'm saying that it's literally the best thing in season 3. They hopefully burnt that season 2 wig and we will never see it again. I disliked how they fluffed her wig sometimes this season but other than that it's great.

Lucy and Rhea

Honestly, I loved them. They didn't take Beth's nonsense. Especially Lucy just didn't like how Beth used her in order to make counterfeit money. I'm celebrating every character who gives Beth a piece of their mind (except Dean because Dean can suffocate on his opinion and entitlement). It's sad she wasn't around more and that her life ended (THANK YOU, DEAN!).

With Rhea I'm sad the writers didn't make use of her character and the actress more. She was literally around for one episode and disappeared when she could've given us more insides on Rio. I'm also not happy she was in the end utilized as well as a plot device. It doesn't matter if she was used by a male or female character, in the end she was a plot device and nothing more. And it's terrible because Jackie Cruz did so much better in the few scenes she got than Ione Skye did with Gayle. It's true, don't fight me on this!

And then of course Marcus who is just the most adorable and consistent kid on this show. Like any other kid just disappears and reappears and people tend to forget they exist but the actor who plays him makes him unforgettable with his cuteness. Unfortunately, Beth forgot about him and Rhea the moment she decided Rio is again responsible for every bad thing happening in her life.

Episode 3x01

Literally the only episode I enjoyed from beginning to end. I can't name any episode afterwards I liked completely.

I only enjoyed parts here and there from a couple episodes but not one episode after 3x01 was exceptionally good and that's just sad when the past seasons still got episodes I'm fond of today. And no, not all of them because of Beth and Rio but because those episodes just were fun to watch and I did rewatch them many times. I didn't rewatch any episode more than once this season and I have literally no wish to rewatch season 3.

Because I'm Brio trash...

…I basically fall easily into the trap of the NBC promo team showing upcoming Brio scenes which make me melt. Like if they can write Brio scenes in which both are on the verge of jumping eachother it's just amazing. And it's most likely because Christina and Manny have this incomparable chemistry. The bar scene was just WOW! And I have to admit my weakness but when they make it work on screen I literally forget how I dislike everything else. So it's always a sad wakeup call when we leave them behind and I'm back in this GG AU which is just not as good as the last two seasons.

Ruby and Stan

These two had such a rough season 3 as well and I will come for the writers shouldn't they work out. Because I have this terrible feeling that even though Stan said they're in this together it foreshadows something bad. And I hope I'm wrong. And again I will come for the writers if anything happens to these two and should they divorce before Beth and Dean I'm going to riot. There is only ONE marriage worth saving here and that's the Hill marriage.

The Meh:

Annie's arc

Gosh, if you know me you know what's coming. I'm not a fan of Annie. Never have been, never will be. And that main reason is that I find her unrelatable. We're so different. And I feel with Beth and Ruby anytime she opens her mouth and something childish comes out of it. But HOLD ON! Before you start throwing stones at me. That doesn't mean I don't understand why Annie is the way she is and that Beth played a part in it but also knew that if Beth didn't play a part in it who knows where Annie would be now. So the thing is because Annie and I are not on the same wave I tend to like Beth and Ruby more because even though I do not necessarily understand their actions either sometimes, I relate more. And don't get me wrong! Annie did an fantastic job with Ben. Even though she should stop treating him like her best friend and start acting like a mother, so Ben doesn't need to be the adult in their relationship. And Mae Whitman is just acting her a** off with what she is given by the writers.

AND this season was the first time I thought the writers would finally give Annie a proper arc. I was celebrating when she got into therapy and wanting to educate herself more to get a better job. Like YES girl! I thought I was finally seeing some growth in her character and I finally could see myself rooting for her.

But it quickly just fell apart. The fact she sought therapy with a children's therapist is symbolic but also inappropriate and I think we can all agree that Josh should've been the adult and told Annie to find someone else or even better recommend her to someone. I'm not even sure if a female or male psychologist would be better but just anyone but Josh.

I really don't understand how the writers can tear apart a good plotline like this and turn it into something so destructive.

Brio Feud plot

I went into this season knowing there would be a feud between Beth and Rio – as we all did. I expected it but I thought the execution of it was rather poor. I understood very quickly after 2x13 that we wouldn't get the playfulness back we had in season 1 and 2. I knew there would be a tonal shift in season 3. It's not that I didn't see it coming or didn't expect it. But what I didn't expect was that the writing would be so weak. Not to say if the whole feud plot clicked for you, you're in the wrong but it didn't click for me. And I think the problem for me was that I didn't really understand what the writers wanted from me. I understood when Beth felt guilty about killing Rio in 2x13. This was the first time she made the rash decision to kill someone who not only was her business partner but also her lover – so to speak. I also understood that was the reason why she approached Rhea and Marcus. To somehow make it okay again.

But then Rio is back. And again I absolutely understand how terrified Beth is. She killed this man and now he is back and obviously out for revenge or some sort of punishment. I would be scared for my life as well. I disliked the fake pregnancy because I always find it a shitty – female – lie to manipulate men. But on the other hand I thought it was smart of Beth to call on Rio's role as a father. Again manipulative but smart in this situation where she fears for her life. I was a bit torn when the whole thing got resolved after literally half an episode but now I'm happy they didn't drag it out for long. On the other hand I might've liked this plot more than the hitman plot later. Or maybe not.

I'm also on the team who doesn't think for one second that Rio believed her lie. I think he was fascinated by how quickly Beth was able to find someone to lie for her. Again, I dislike very much how Rhea off-screen helped Beth. I know this is the really weird idea of feminism the writers have. The kind of feminism that was in 30 years ago. I just can't with these writers. But it is what it is. And it was an easy way to move Rhea into non-existence which again was such a shame.

Then we get the whole Lucy debacle in which Beth drags Lucy into this crimeworld she clearly doesn't want to be part of. We get some Beth making money in front of Rio scene which is cut in such a romantic way but also it reads so differently for some people. And that's the overall problem with Brio this season that the writers apparently (and according to that Krebs/Bans interview) want to show Beth being torn between being utterly terrified by Rio („[...] who is suddenly a murderer […]) but at the same time wondering why she still feels attracted by him.

And I'm just here „Huh? So this is what this is about?“. As if Rio wasn't murderer in season 1 and 2 and as if Beth didn't know that. What did she think taking care of her rotten eggs meant? Painting stage settings for her kids' plays in school together? I don't think so.

I'm sorry but that doesn't make sense. Does it make sense to be conflicted about wanting Rio sexually when he is threatening to kill her – after she killed him, just going to remind y'all? Yes, that makes sense. Was it well executed throughout season 3? No. They did deliver the bar scene and they obviously showed that Beth is trying use her body to manipulate Rio.

But at the same time they turn Rio into this angry man who is out there for revenge and is constantly threatening Beth. But Beth is just as terrible. There I said it. From the beginning she dragged every possible person into her crimelife, starting in season 1 when she dragged Ruby and Annie into all this again after leaving the pearls behind. And this season she dragged Rhea into her problems, then Lucy who paid with her life. Then Lucy's boyfriend. The first of so many ridiculous hitman plot running gags. Is it meant to be a running gag? I don't know. But I have to see it that way or I just keep thinking about how the writers apparently have no idea how to fill 16 episodes with anything substantial.

So I don't see how Beth is anything better than Rio. Or why I should like her more than Rio or hate her more than Rio.

I'm not going to be blinded by that last Brio scene in 3x11. I liked it a lot. Because it showed potential what Beth and Rio could've been much earlier. I would liked some darker banter between them for maybe 7 episodes and then from there they could've started where 3x11 ended now and then we could've introduced the FBI plot as the main antagonist for the last arc of the season.

And maybe I would've liked the feud more if I didn't feel like the writers just threw it at us so half-heartly. Like they didn't want to write it or didn't know how to write it in a smart and fun way. And I'm not going to join in that discussion some people have about the BTS drama we don't know anything about. Because: we don't know. But the whole fight/war between Beth and Rio felt meh. The writers and also editors felt a lot more comfortable with the fun/playful side of Brio and you can see it if you put the „I lost the baby“ scene next to the „My ottoman“ scene.

The Bad:

No red thread, no spark

I think I said it all in the parts above but from the beginning there was no red thread. I didn't know what the writers wanted from me for this season. It was a patchwork rug. Just throwing it all in but in the end it doesn't lead to anything. Yes, of course, many things would've escalated in the last 3 episodes or so. But even before I expected one thing to lead to the other. Certainly there was tension between Beth and Rio, then the killing of Lucy. But afterwards it's like there was no drive anymore.

There was no excitement, no thrill, no spark. I wasn't on the edge of my seat, thinking „OMG! Is Rio going to kill Beth?“. Because we all know he isn't going to kill Beth because she is wearing a plot amor. She can't die. And I don't want her to die but if I would feel there is the possibility then maybe I would've cared a lot more about Beth's fear for her life and her plans to get rid off Rio. Rio is the only one who is in real danger here and even that gets watered down because Beth's plans just fail again and again.

Then they introduce the female FBI agent Phoebe Donnegan as the replacement for Turner and first I wasn't so sure how I felt about that but then I did like it they chose an actress who looks so plain in the role of Phoebe. Someone who gets underestimated a lot at first, just like Beth. So I was kinda into it and I still am but I also think they need to give me a lot more and I wished they would've introduced her earlier to flesh her out more.

Dean + Beth = Death

Do I need to say anything more? Other than I hate it that this show calls itself feministic but let's Beth stay with Dean who gets away with cheating, lying and abusing her without ANY type of confrontation. I have written so much about how I understand that some women stay with their shitty men. But I don't know Beth and Dean did sign the papers, they had the divorce talk with their kids and yes, Beth killing Rio got in the way but still... they didn't even touch the topic in season 3. They just existed. And I get that the writers chose this deliberately to show that Beth doesn't care and is only using Dean. And Dean is still the shitty „man“ he was 2 seasons before and he is still very dumb because he doesn't know what's going on in Beth's life. But that doesn't mean I'm happy with this overall „let's pretend we're happy“ narrative. And I can only – foolishly – hope that in season 4 (I feel like I said that about season 3 as well) we will finally see the end of this farce. Because if you want to send a message out there it's that no woman needs a man like Dean in their life when she can make damn good counterfeit money. Nothing would be more feministic on this show right now than this. Which leads me to my last argument.

The writers' idea of feminism and female empowerment

I think the worst thing about this show is that producers and writers claim this is a show with badass women, doing badass stuff, being all badass and you know they're BADASS! And they call it a feministic tv show and a show about female empowerment. And let me just throw up in my garbage bin over there because I'm over this narrative. And again before you throw stones at me. I love me some female centered tv shows (note the term I'm using) or tv shows/movies/books with strong female characters. But I want them to be strong, intelligent and capable without trying SO HARD. Just because you put women in it doesn't make a show feministic. Just because you make women do crazy stuff it doesn't make a show feministic.

Do I think GG did a good job with that? Partly. But I didn't start watching GG because of that. I rarely start a show because it got only female characters in it and they do their thing. The premise is what matters and it sounded like fun and it sounded self-ironic and I liked that. And then there was Brio but again, I just liked how the women didn't take it too serious but at the same so serious. It was delightful to watch. And to have Beth kick Dean out of her house and for her to tell him she isn't afraid of the dark. Standing up against Rio, pitching her ridiculous but too good ideas to him. Or for Annie to raise Ben. Or for Ruby to do anything for her daughter and tell Stan she is THAT bitch. Now THAT is peak feminism for me. Or at least a good, a VERY good thing to start with.

I'm not into the 70s/80s kind of „We hate men! Destroy men! Hate ALL the men!“ type of feminism. That's easy and boring and definitely doesn't work with how the society is.

And I think that especially in season 3 (but already in season 2) Good Girls somewhat turns to that type of feminism. This idea that Beth can do anything and she is strong and smart, even though her decisions are not thought through. It doesn't matter she is a woman and we have to side with her no matter what. And I want to side with her but oh boy if that isn't difficult. And I'm not even going to touch on her being a white woman who is literally getting away with anything but just keeps blaming other people, namely Rio, for her problems. Like that's a topic for another post but definitely merges with the topic of feminism.

Anyways...

I dislike it when the writers make Rio look dumb in order to make Beth look smart. I'm sorry! I can buy that Beth makes pristine fake cash. In the end it's a tv show I have to buy some of the fantasy and I totally like it when Rio gets hot over Beth making perfect counterfeit money. But the fact the writers sold me smart Rio in the past 2 seasons but now I'm supposed to believe that Beth knows more than Rio even though he is the one who is the actual crime boss? I'm sorry but no.

Also, the writers have this „talent“ to make Beth look smart and dumb at the same time because they let her say stuff like „I googled it“. I mean am I supposed to think the writers are actually on Beth's side when she is saying that? Saying you googled it, is like saying you wrote a academic thesis by searching for info on Wikipedia.

I don't know but I think the writers have this idea in their mind that „for so many centuries men turned women dumb and it's only fair we turn it around and do the same to men now – let's call it feminism!“ and I'm not here for it.

I also don't like when they stereotype how male criminals and female criminals work. When they introduce Phoebe she says something like „She is a woman.“. And I was a bit confused but also curious how she got to that conclusion. I was expecting something smart to make her character shine and make me go „WOW! Okay, she IS smart!“. But instead she said „She is using nail polish.“. So this is how these writers try to make women look smart by her thinking only women use nail polish, so only women would have the idea to use nail polish for the counterfeit money.

This is just few of the many things bothering me but it makes me not taking anything what Jenna Bans says serious. And that's just sad! Because I love Beth, Ruby and Annie. I want to root for Beth and I actually do so. I just want her to be able to admit she is doing a shit job herself and she is learning from it. I don't need her to be perfect. I don't need her to be strong all the time. If she would just be more honest with herself, saying she is a mess but she is loving it. It would make me love her more and side with her more. If she would say she hates that Lucy had to die because of the decisions she made but she can't change it anymore. It would be a huge progress. And I know many will say that's not what Beth does. But I would answer yes but then we have no character development. She is one of the main characters, she can't just lie around and think about it without actually saying it. We need her to be more vocal. And I mean the fact she is actively going back to making fake cash and trying to set up a business to wash the money, together with Rio (or like she wants – or does she? - without him), IS saying a lot but still all her other actions in which she puts herself into the position of a victim who tries desperately to get rid off the person who she thinks is her problem, is contradicting everything.

I think if GG gets a season 4 the writers would need to do a lot to make this whole female empowerment narrative work for me again because right now they've used it in such inflationary way the meaning is just a joke. Again if it works for you that's great. But it didn't work for me. But I'm emotionally still involved enough in the whole thing that I will be stupid enough to watch season 4. Just to see if they can actually deliver SOMETHING.

#nbc good girls #long post #I'm so sorry!#Brio #Beth x Rio #Beth Boland #Rio #Ruby Hill #Annie Marks #Dean Boland #musings #my thoughts #it's so long it hurts but I couldn't remove anything #if anything I wanted to write more

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UDO HEADCANNONS: half breed reader

- You would be the daughter of Maleficent and King Stefan, being born with no wings but the proud horns of your mother.

- Stefan abandoned you because you didn't look human, and since then, you've hated your horns and would use your magic to conceal them just to fit in with the other humans.

- Your self-hatred grew very bad, seeping into your adult life even, but it all changed when your mother's kind was discovered and you had met Udo.

- It was an undeniable yet unexplainable connection. The moment your eyes met, you felt warm and giddy inside, and Udo was so curious about your past.

- You opened up to him and he sympathized with you, often complimenting you on how beautiful and stunning your horns looked, and he made you feel like the most important woman in the world.

- But then, you wanted to see the skies. You weren't born with wings, and Udo volunteered to help with that. He carried you bridal style into the skies and you felt like you both flew for hours, just admiring everything and you thanked him endlessly for this.

- Despite you both only knowing eachother for a matter of weeks, you knew you loved him. It was the Fey side of you, telling you that you've found your mate and he has found his.

- He asked you to accompany him for a walk in the Moores, and you both walked through the forest that was beaming with fireflies that lit the way, and you were amazed and your bright smile made his heart flutter.

- And that's where he confessed to you, only wanting to give you everlasting love and happiness and that his goal was to make you the happiest woman in all of the Moores.

- You shared a kiss that night, wanting nothing more than to be with Udo, but what you didn't know was that Maleficent saw the whole thing.

- And approved.

- She was sad, yes, because she knew that this meant you weren't her little flower anymore and that you needed to start your new life with the man who loved you and treasured your uniqueness.

- "You may mate with my daughter, and I know that your promises are true and you have good intentions, but if I ever catch a single tear on her face, the last thing you shall see will be your death"

- Udo was fcking terrified tbh

- And yes, there was one time you cried, but that was when you have birth to your twins.

- A boy and a girl.

- Udo was by your side the entire time, holding your hand as you gave him the greatest gift he could ever ask for and cried when he saw his beautiful children.

- "I love you so much, thank you. Thank you for making me so happy." Your children were healthy and happy, both with beautiful black and white wings and horns.

- Maleficent was so excited to be a grandmother and offered to babysit A LOT.

- "Maleficent, can you give me back my children?"

- "No."

- ". . .Darling, your mother has decided to kidnap our children."

- You're both very happy and had a wonderful life together, loving eachother unconditionally and your children, and Maleficent felt the most joy knowing that you finally got the happiness you deserved.

#borra #udo #maleficent 2 spoilers #maleficent2 #maleficent #mistress of evil

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To Tie A Knot: Chapter Two: Fate's Folly

Trigger Warnings:

Sympathetic Deceit, Self Hate, Anxiety Disorder, Minor Death, Sickness, Unconsciousness, Mentions of Hospitals, mild language, if I missed any tell me!

Chapter Summary:

Fate made one very welcome mistake when it brought these four together. (Aka- Roman is a stuttering mess, and Logan is a smart cookie)

Word Count: 2,200+

Note: Wow I actually wrote this, good job me! I didn't plan on the next chapter coming out so fast, but hey, I didn't want to forget the good ideas I had for it. Thank you all, so, so much for the support. It really just means the entire world to me, honestly.

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Logan had known he was different for a very long time.

Everything about him was strange. The way he spoke, the way he never slouched, the way he could do incredibly large problems in his head with ease. Even the way he interacted with others was weird.

You would think most people would find him strange for those reasons, but no. Actually, they pointed out something different entirely.

While a fatestring could not be seen by anyone other than the two connected by it, they did infact cast a shadow. It was the oddest thing, no one could explain it, but they did.

So when people would go to shake the young man's hand and saw the three strings that traveled with his hand through shadow, they were taken aback. It was unnatural. Wrong.

They'd rush away without much else to say, or force a smile and slowly back off.

Logan knew he was strange, he knew that the three strings did nothing to help that, but he couldn't find anything in him to care.

He couldn't change anything if he wanted to anyway.

Roman was... Extra, to say the least. He was a loud young man with an eye for theater. He was an actor, set on becoming a Broadway or Hollywood star.

He never minded the looks people gave him, the way his three fatestrings brought attention to him. He loved the attention, basked in it. Loved it like a snake loves the sun.

"Why of course I have three! The universe would never stick someone like me with only one person, it'd be overwhelming! Poor thing would faint," he had announced one day, his voice dramatic. The others just snickered, what a weirdo.

Roman would spend his evenings singing Disney songs while he tidied his room, or gently tapping rythms to Baby Blue, one of the strings. You see, he had given them all nicknames based on color. Baby Blue, Navy, and Violet. He loved them all dearly, despite not knowing much about any of them.

He did know this.

Navy tapped rhythmically, slow and steady. They seemed collected. Evidence for that? Eh, not much, but Roman could just feel it. Baby Blue was bubbly, and would tap songs along with the actor. Baby Blue seemed nice and happy, bubbly.

Violet didn't talk much. He'd get a tug from his side every once in awhile, but other than that, nothing. It'd tremor sometimes though, as if V was trembling. Roman was quick to act, running a finger along the string to send vibrations. He hoped the others were doing something similar.

Patton was an exciting ball of pure joy. The soft male would wear skirts whenever he damn well pleased, tied his ashy hair in pony tails, spun in circles until he fell down in the park, made flower crowns, and fed ducks grain because he knew bread was bad for them.

He was just an amazing person overall.

His eyes were a soft blue behind thick rimmed glasses, his face covered in freckles. He always seemed to smile, showing off the small gap in his front teeth.

He helped his mother in a small bakery, near the towns college. They got good enough business, and one day Patton was supposed to inherit the place.

The steady income was promising, so the twenty-one year old didn't have to worry about college. They weren't poor, but they also couldn't afford something like that.

Oh well, he'd just have to continue living life to it's fullest, and looking for his three soulmates.

Yep, three! He was so proud of them, despite not knowing much about them. He knew NB was calm, R was anything but, and V was different.

Patton was sure he'd love them unconditionally, he only hoped they'd show him the same.

Virgil hated everything about this damn place. From the cold walls to the high windows, this whole place was just genuinely unwelcoming and scary.

Virgil had an anxiety disorder, so everything had him on edge. He had to wait in a lecture hall before leaving so the halls would be clear, and then sneak out.

Anyone who didn't know him would say he was emo. Anyone who did know him could confirm that.

He had a very dark wardrobe, the only colors other than dark blacks were variations of purple. His trademark jacket he's had for years, he made it himself, was black with purple patchwork.

He wore minimal makeup, normally just going out in eyeshadow and eyeliner. He didn't like color, made him stick out too much.

School was Hell. All that occurred was bullying and anxiety. The students of the college didn't take too kindly to someone as different as him, someone with three soulmates.

Virgil used to think he was alone, even if he did have soulmates out there somewhere, who could love him? He honestly thought that they would probably never even attempt to like him, they probably hated the fact they had more than on soulmate.

Actually, now that he thought about it, did they even share soulmates? Was Virgil just doomed to be attached to three people who had no connections to eachother? How would this even begin to work, how would he ever be able to deal with it?

Thoughts like this tormented him everyday, all the way until he met his first soulmate, Red.

>Two years prior<

It had been a decently normal day, the sky bright and full of fluffy, white clouds. Virgil leaned against a large oaktree somewhere at the edge of the college campus, nodding his head along to some music discreetly. He messed around on Tumblr for a bit, before sighing and looking up at the students that walked around.

At first he didn't pay much mind to the string that stretched out towards crowd, he was used to his fatestrings moving and stretching out. They never caught on anything, it was impossible.

But then he noticed how it moved. The red string was moving quickly across the field, so either his soulmate was moving extremely fast, or they were... Right there.

A male ran through the crowd, going opposite Virgil, obviously not seeing the string, which was very obviously connected to them both.

Virgil's heart skipped, and he stood up, shoving his phone in his pocket and pulling his headphones to his neck. He took off, running for the soulmate that was connected to him through the red string.

Virgil ran, all anxiety forgotten, the pull of a soulmate too strong to ignore. He ran, his converse loud against the asphalt path.

"Hey! Wait!" He shouted, shoving past people who began to move to the side. The other must be in a rush, for he didn't stop or wait.

He had a red sports jacket on, and white pants. An odd choice of clothing, but he was most likely a prep of some sort. Either way, Virgil just had to catch up.

"Stop!" Virgil shouted, losing Red in the crowd. He continued running, but slowed down a bit. There was just no way-

No, you know what-

Virgil yanked, as hard and as fast as he could on the red string. He felt it tug, the distance now so small there was no slack. He saw Red now, who had stumbled back and dropped his papers.

Red looked down at his string, following it with his eyes until-

They made eye contact. Red's eyes widened and Virgil suddenly felt his anxiety pooling back through him, an illness that refused to be forgotten.

He pushed it back, walking forward to pick of Red's papers. He stacked them nicely together, before standing up and coming face to face with the soulmate, who was still in shock.

He gently placed the papers in Red's hands,

"You'll need these. Don't be late to your rehearsal," Virgil muttered, noting that the papers were scripts.

"I- well uh-" Red stuttered, looking from the papers to Virgil, who just laughed.

"It's Virgil," He said, giving the actor a dumb smile. He got an idea suddenly, picking out a pen from his pocket. Normally he'd be embarrassed that he just whipped out a glitter pen, but honestly, he was an artist and it was a useful tool. Besides, no time to dwell now.

Virgil scribbled down his number on Red's hand, his touch feather-light, ghosting on his tan skin.

×××-×××-××××

~ Virgil

He smiled at Red, before running off, disappearing. Red was left to stand there, staring at the number written in glittery ink. Oh God- wow okay- he- oof.

Patton loved his soulmates, he really did, but holy shit was this beginning to annoy the pastel young man.

Navy had been tapping for hours nonstop, constantly. The same pattern, over and over and over. Patton couldn't take it, he had to study, he had to, but how would he ever with this nonstop tap tap tap tap tap-

Wait, Navy never did this, he only tapped when Patton tapped first, or sometimes at night, probably by accident. Maybe there was something wrong, maybe Patton should try to help.

So he sat down at his desk, and tapped three times back. Navy seemed to stop, before starting again, this time harder with more vigor.

Tap tap tap tap... Tap... Tap hold tap tap...

And some more was added to the sequence, before it starting over. Patton furrowed his brow, he'd heard of something like this, maybe-

'Oh my goodness,' Patton thought as realization hit him like a truck, 'It's Morse code.'

He rushed to grab a pencil, knocking over a vase of flowers in the process. He didn't even look for paper, just waited for the next sequence and scribbled down what he heard.

.... . .-.. .-.. --- / .. .----. -.. / .-.. .. -.- . / - --- / ..-. .. -. -.. / -.-- --- ..-

He tapped back happily, but he didn't think Navy understood that he knew, as the soulmate just started tapping ferociously, as if frustrated.

Patton ran to grab a laptop, haphazardly throwing it onto the bed and jumping up beside it. He looked up a Morse code translator and typed it in.

"Hello, I'd like to find you."

His heart stopped beating for a moment. Patton didn't know what to think, but he did know what to do.

He typed in a message in English, and tapped back,

.. / .-- .- -. - / - --- / -- . . - / .-- .... . .-. . / .- .-. . / -.-- --- ..-

"I want to meet where are you?"

Simple and not super well thought out, but hey, it worked. Navy stopped tapping, realizing what was happening. They gave a small yank, and Patton repeated himself.

They tapped back and forth for a few more hours, simple messages. They'd meet in the park, it turned out that they both lived close.

Oh, he couldn't wait!

Roman felt like screaming, he met his soulmate, got his number, and was going to meet him! They'd be going to the park together for a little first date, to discuss the other two strings.

He was so excited, he just couldn't help it. Oh how fate had blessed him, Violet, or Virgil it turned out, was just stunning! Messy brown hair died purple at the ends, a jacket that seemed to be fluffy and comfortable, oh, how Roman wanted to just hold the smaller male, oh how he'd-

'Woah there Roman, you're making your own gaydar go off,' He thought to himself as he stared up at the ceiling. He had twirled until he couldn't no more, falling backwards onto his nice red blankets fit for a king.

Oh, but what a day it would be!

•••

>Present Day<

Remy didn't know what he'd expected, but it wasn't this.

When Damian didn't return his calls, he expected to find the male asleep, or out somewhere to eat. Perhaps with a lost phone.

But no, instead, he and Emile had stumbled upon something even worse.

Damian's small body was shrunk in on itself, knees tightly to his chest. He was curled in a corner by his TV and wall, a small bit of dried blood on his cheek where he had hit his head, the blood dripping down his face.

The circles under his eyes were dark, his skin sallow. His hair was a mess, and he was sweating slightly, as if he were feverish.

His eyes were open slightly, but he didn't seem to be very conscious. His eyes lazily followed the two soulmates as they rushed over to him.

"Dee, babe, are you alright? What happened?" Remy asked, putting the back of his hand to Damian's forehead. It was practically steaming.

"I'll- I'll go get an ambulance," Emile said as he stood up, running into another room to look for a phone, he'd left his at Remy's place.

Remy looked Damian over, he didn't seem to be very hurt, only sick. What could have caused this? What-

He saw Damian's arm convulse a bit, and the boy whimpered, curling further in on himself. Remy's eyes softened in pity, and he went to help Dee up.

The smaller of the two gladly leaned into Remy's cooler touch, thankful to get out of that corner. He was picked up into a princess' carry, his head falling weakly onto Remy's shoulder.

Emile came back in, stating an ambulance was on it's way and to get him outside where it was easy to collect him and take him to the hospital. Remy nodded,

"Turn on the lamp, I can't see," He said softly, as if loud noises would scare the half-conscious young man in his arms.

Emile didn't hesitate to turn it on, but the moment he did, he gasped in horror. His gaze fell onto the wall behind Remy.

Remy turned slowly, and he had to hold on to Dee a little tighter so not to drop him.

The shadow- his fatestring- was-

It was dangling uselessly from his hand, severed.

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More tags in the reblog, I've spent an hour redoing these because they keep messing up lol-

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insideimasadrainbow · 5 years

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Jikook Galore 2

I didn’t expect this to blow up so I’m here to share some more Jikook fics <3 The ratings vary and there will be ABO AU included as well as this being all bottom Jimin if there’s smut~

Summary: Their child was their pride and joy, and Jimin couldn't be more excited to hold their child in his arms.When no heartbeat was found, that joy turned to soul-crushing sorrow. LINK https://archiveofourown.org/works/13639149

This one is kid Jimin/demon Jeongguk~ Summary: Jimin is 5 years old.On the subway late at night with his father; there’s only a few other people in the car with them, and it’s unusually empty. And sitting right across from tiny Jimin and his dad where he sits holding his father’s big safe hand is Jungkook. In all black. And he’s staring right at Jimin. And Jimin stares right back. And it almost looks as if Jungkook is watching Jimin, almost like he isn’t sure if Jimin is actually seeing him or not?Because no one should be able to see Jungkook. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14730977

Boy to girl Jimin, so sweet!! Summary: “I was a girl trapped in a boy’s body,” she says, choking through her words, giving her all to not crumble and cry; she has done enough crying for a lifetime, she’s happy and proud of where she stands now, of who she is. “I’m a transgender girl.”LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14584944

I’m pretty sure we’ve all read this one but just in case~ Summary: modernsherlock!au - The first time Jeon Jungkook meets Park Jimin, the other boy is dissecting what looks like a penis. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6698392

This is soft soft soft SOFT~ Summary: Jeon Jeongguk is a beloved solo idol - complete with eccentricities, raw talent, and so much more. Park Jimin is his loyal, gorgeous stylist, eager to please and even more eager to be complimented after said pleasing. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13188042/chapters/30166368

Summary: “the—fuck! the doors won’t open!”“stop pushing buttons! y-you might make it worse!”jimin felt heat brush along his face as reality crashed down on him; he was stuck in this tiny little box with the insufferable junior he was forced to be around. he was in hell.“how am i going to make it worse?” the taller boy merely commented as he tried pushing every button on the board. jimin felt a headache brewing behind his browbone.“just, stop— i am not going to die with jeon jungkook of all people.” LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12171267

LISTEN THIS IS THE CUTEST GODDAMN JIKOOK STORY, I CAN’T COPE~ Summary: in which jungkook, as a child, befriends the exceptionally adorable, small and friendless jimin, not knowing that after a few years, he’ll be wrecking this very boy underneath himself, making him whimper out his name.[or jimin is so small and adorable that jungkook can’t help but befriend him, consequently falling in love with jimin and giving jimin everything which he asks for, including fucking him against their bedroom wall] LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13123932/chapters/30023820

Jeongguk feels for this one, poor baby :(~ Summary: It must be confusing for him, his best friend constantly telling him how he deserves to be happy— deserves the entire world, but never really supporting him properly when he finds a new boy who makes him gush. It’s not Jimin’s fault. He doesn’t know that Jeongguk has been in love with him for three years. It’s not a big deal, though. Jeongguk is perfectly capable of being Jimin’s best friend anyway. Probably.orJeongguk is in love with Jimin. He watches him get his heart broken over and over again and doesn't tell him anyway. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10642638

ABO~ Summary: “It’s all my fault. Me and my stupid pheromones. I seduced you,” Jimin says. "Because of me—we're mated, you're bonded with me, you’re unconditionally bound to me for the rest of your life!—you’re just a pup and how could I—”“I’m not a pup,” Jungkook growls, voice laced with venom. “I’m your alpha Jimin. Not a pup, but your alpha.” Jimin whimpers.“I’m not a kid anymore hyung. I thought you’d get that by now after I fucked you and bred you.”Jimin’s mouth opens wordlessly in shock. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12921051

Summary: Maybe Jungkook likes seeing Jimin soaking and scrubbing down cars in a wet t-shirt a little too much. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12694623

Summary: Where the seven of them are left trapped in their dorms with no internet and no work to do, and they play a game of hide and seek. Well, five of them were, Jungkook and Jimin were making out in Taehyung's closet. Like all hide and seek games end, they were found. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10876074

Not for the weak hearted :P~ Summary: Jeongguk has a thing for his step-father LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12232512/chapters/27790884

I love this Jikook :(~ Summary: Jimin might be a little lost but Jeongguk is there to find him. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12751662

Summary: Jimin didn't think he'd meet the love of his life on a slow day at the library, but he doesn't mind. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12680790

My honey wrote this for me so give it lots of love and enjoy, it’s Hercules related~ Summary: Jimin is the best overachiever he knows. He’s on his way to becoming a leader, someone he’s always wanted to be.What happens when a kid comes along threatening to One-up everything Jimin’s worked hard for, easily? LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12613128

Summary: In which jikook have feelings for each other but are afraid to tell each other but finally do. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8380099/chapters/19198069

Summary: To Park Jimin, Jeongguk is everything. He make him happy and content living his life. But Jeongguk deserve happiness too, Jeongguk will be a good father to someone one day. Sadly, he can't give Jeongguk that part of happiness and bliss. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12418968

Mpreg~ Summary: Jimin and Jungkook decide that it’s time to take the next step in their relationship and start a family. Eager and impatient, they have no idea what they’ve just signed up for. or: a pair of overstressed husbands find a way to love each other through stomach cramps, back pains, suspicious food cravings, childbirth, sleepless nights, and so on. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12135312/chapters/27527961

Soulmate AU~ Summary: A request I got from tumblr: Headcannons: jikook soulmate au where you can hear a song in your head that reflects your soul mates mood. Jungkook is in a good mood most of the time so Jimin will often hear pop songs in his head. Jungkook however always hears sad songs in his head. One day instead of the artists voice singing, he hears his soul mates voice in his head. His voice sounds so broken whilst singing a beautifully heartbreaking song that Jungkook yearns to find his soulmate &give him the world. (They find eachother) LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11391507

Summary: When Namjoon got home he didn’t really expect to find two of his members making out in the kitchen. It wasn’t really something that happened…ever. Today was different apparently.ORThe BTS members lose their patience with Jimin and Jungkook's endless PDA LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11534004

Flood of feels this next one~ Summary: Sometimes the things we need to say most are the things we never get a chance to.After Jungkook says something hurtful to Jimin in the heat of the moment, the whole group is angry with him. He doesn't even blame them; how could he hurt someone as sweet and lovable as Park Jimin? But before he gets a chance to work up the nerve and apologize properly, the boys get into a car accident.Will Jungkook ever get a chance to say what's really on his mind? Or will he be too far away for even Jimin to reach him? LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12003513

Summary: Jungkook clenches his hands into fists, rope digging into his skin as he shifts. He turns his head slightly to where Jimin is watching at the side of the bed, eyes wide and eager as he bites his lip. He looks gorgeous in the soft light, face deceptively sweet and angelic. Jungkook knows the dirty ideas going through Jimin’s head, and his body flushes all over at the realization that Jimin looks like this–-naked and flushed in the glow of the lamplight--because of him.“You look,” Jimin stops, swallows, “good.” LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5650828

*inhales deeply* VMINKOOK~ Summary: “This is my second video. I am quite new at this.” His shaky laugh is directed towards his folded hands. Being in the presence of two very skilled, very attractive men, and Taehyung is going to be fucking one of them? LINK, if you’re into threesomes: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7273066

I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW LITTLE VIEWS THIS NEXT FIC HAS IT IS THE SOFTEST CUTEST FIC EVER AND GETS A DASH OF STEAMY NEAR THE END BUT HELL IT’S SO SO SO PRECIOUS~ Summary: When you crack an egg, you get yolk and egg white. But that's not what Jungkook got. LINK LINK LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12196497

Summary: Jimin shook his head in a clear attempt to deter Jungkook from his goal. “I don’t want to be left alone,” he shyly admitted.“Then I won’t go anywhere.”In which Jimin seeks after Jungkook's affectionate touches when he experiences a bad case of sleep paralysis. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8436712

ABO~ Summary: Alpha Jungkook can't help but fall for Omega Jimin. He's quite clumsy with his feelings and doesn't know how he's meant to act around him. How will their relationship progress?(Idol Jungkook and dancer Jimin) LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12075813/chapters/27358743

Grab your tissues~ Summary: everything starts when jeongguk moves over, and jimin teaches him to ride a bike. everything ends when kim taehyung moves over, and jeongguk abandons his bicycle.+“they say that if you watch the sunset on that hill for 31 consecutive days, your unrequited love will be reciprocated.” LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7951510

Jimin with his Tops again, aka VMINKOOK ABO and it’s unbelievable how well written this is, I would totally marry the author ._.~ Summary: More than anything, Jimin wanted to be loved. He wanted to be adorned with flowers and jewels like everyone else. He wanted his mates, he wanted to belong. But the moon didn't listen to the wishes of the cursed, and soleborns like him only wore bruises, and nothing else. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11174976

I’ve been trying really hard not to suggest fics that haven’t been completed or updated in a year but this one is so so so good, I’m sorry, I won’t suffer alone~ Summary: There’s no way he would ever fall for Jungkook’s antics. Never. It's just a fluke, it’s been a while since his last hookup and his dry spell was starting to catch up to him, that’s all. Besides, it was settled already that Jungkook was really hot. A jerk, but a really fucking hot one. Jimin might hate the guy, but he has eyes and also hormones, so it isn’t right to hate himself for being affected just because the guy is an asshole, right? He hopes so.OrJimin hates Jungkook and thinks he has it all figured out. They dance together for the very first time. Things get really messy. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11544483/chapters/25922790

Insecure Minnie :(~ Summary: "Why are you hiding your body like that?" Jungkook asks and the boy's once again wide eyes look up at him, cheeks crimson."I don't like... showing my body.""I think it's cute." LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12033906

You should get your Jikook card revoked if you haven’t read this wonderful fic~ Summary: A compilation of various Jikook kisses. 6k+ worth, to be specific. (From first kisses to desperate kisses and all those in between.) LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12022350

I recently just read this and oof, amazing~ Summary: Park Jimin had thought he had finally escaped his past. When his world starts spiraling out of control, he finds himself right back where he started. Will someone be there to pick up the pieces or will he be lost. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11587500/chapters/26041128

Summary: "Welcome, first time at Abraxas?"(aka that 1920s au where jeongguk brings his brother yoongi to watch lauded bar singer kim taehyung, and ends up falling head over heels with hidden gem park jimin.) LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10595436

This is another personal fave! Author advises you to read the tags tho, it’s mpreg~ Summary: The doctor didn’t stop putting pressure on his tummy, turning her head to see Jimin’s wide eyes fixed on the screen at his side that showed a little curled up form that was supposed to be his baby. He swallowed harshly, the lump on his throat barely allowing him do much as breath.Jimin was so fucked. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10871514

“I’m his ex boyfriend who knows that you’re a piece of shit. If you ever speak to him like that again, i’ll fucking kill you.” The guy with chocolate brown hair spoke in a voice so low and threatening.Jimin swallowed the lump in his throat. “We’re done, don’t try and contact me. I can’t stand your insults any longer. Goodbye.” Jimin walked off, feeling his face burn at all the stares he was getting. *** Jimin turned around, not realizing he was crying until the guy’s look softened and tried to wipe his tears away but Jimin pushed his hand away and sniffled. “Listen, thanks for defending me and all, but I don’t know who you are.”The guy looked at him with a small frown. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, now you know me.”orvery loosely based on ‘my current partner is a huge asshole and i need a reason to break up with them so will you pretend to be my possessive and violent ex’ au LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10476954

I’m a sucker for royal AU~ Summary: “Jimin?” Jungkook asked quietly. Jimin’s eyes blinked open sleepily.“Yes your majesty?” Jimin responded in his raspy, tired voice. He looked cute, all puffy and swollen from the sleep.“I just wanted to hear your voice.” LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11733060

Some of these I haven’t read in awhile but this one was giving emotional whiplash~ Summary: it's always the same cycle each week; monday: a new boyfriend/girlfriend sunday: i don't love you, let's break up -- 'jeon jeongguk' comprises of 12 letters of the alphabet- so does 'heartbreaker'. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8691787/chapters/19927162

LMAO I’m literally tearing up posting this next one T.T~ Summary: The first words a person’s soulmate will say to them appears on their left wrist on the day of their 18th birthday. Unless, of course, their soulmate has passed away.Jungkook was a 21 year old with a blank wrist. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8734000/chapters/20023219

Summary: For decades the Night Walkers have been terrorising the village near their Dark Forest. No one has ever stepped inside, no one leaves their homes after night falls because that's when they come; that's when they hunt. Jimin was just curious, a strange feeling pulled him inside the forest and he found himself being claimed by none other than the alpha Jeongguk. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11677623/chapters/26282775

jimin is a witch, jungkook doesn't know how to handle it. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11660982/chapters/26238924

Another girl!Jimin~ Summary: Co-Ed group Bangtan Sonyeondan may SEEM perfect, but something is going on with Jimin, and Jeon Jeongguk is destermined to get to the bottom of it.ORJeongguk has good intentions but is not the sharpest knife in the drawer. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9782348

Summary: Jimin didn’t remember signing a legally-binding contract for marriage when he was six years old. It was only when Jungkook, his estranged childhood friend, came back to Seoul and pulled out all of the documents initialed by Jimin’s messy crayon signature that he realized he was screwed. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14735468/chapters/34124117#workskin

Summary: Soft kisses, soft moans and Jeongguk's soft hands on Jimin's thighs as he lifts his legs to taste Jimin in a way he's been wanting to for a while. Soft blankets, soft music and two boyfriends in Paris. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16356170

I can’t remember if I posted this already but here~ Summary: Jimin is hit on by some guys in a divey bar and he's really not feeling their sexual advances. Good thing a stranger saves the day by pretending to be his boyfriend. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13964520

Dis was cute~ Summary: Jeon Jeongguk’s hand was held by a little bundle of joy who gave him happiness all through the years. When his son, Jinwoo, started going to school, Jeongguk never expected that his hand will be held by another man who’s giving him happiness and love he never felt all his life. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13042383/chapters/29832540

Summary: “Hey! Stop there, you stranger. I can’t go home with you.” Jungkook points a finger at Jimin and shakes his head. "I have a fiance, his name is Jiminnnnn."“Shut up, dummy. It’s me.” LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13040760

Summary: jeongguk hoped that jimin would still listen to his favorite radio station, because it would be his only way to find him now. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11450424

Summary: Jeongguk is a cinematography student who found beauty through the lenses of his camera as he walks down the streets of Tokyo with his favorite subject. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12819588

Summary: Jungkook left a few scars on Jimin when he left him after an argument. After months of suffering, Jimin finds a stray cat near his apartment. Very quickly this cat became his best friend.or:Jungkook is a jerk and got turned into a stray cat because plot. Jimin takes care of him without knowing it and accidentally rants to Jungkook about how much of a jerk he was and how much pain he left Jimin in. LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12782694

This is another favorite, oof~ Summary: by day, jeon jeongguk is your typical cold and career-driven young heir, the epitome of a successful young ceo. by day, park jimin, stands ever faithful, the paragon of an efficient and effervescent secretary.by night, jeongguk has trouble coming to terms with his feelings for his secretary. by night, jimin complies with his ceo's every wish and command, even if it means getting his heart broken.(in which jimin is jeongguk's outlet for pent up stress and jimin has devoted himself to jeongguk since day one. also can be read as: jeongguk doesn't know he loves jimin as well until min yoongi came along) LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6020557

This is my ao3, anyone can go through my bookmarks if they’d like, it collectively grows weekly because I’m trash for Jikook lol LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/users/insideimasadrainbow

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Adrien Augreste: Nightmares

Adrien wasn't okay. He definetly wasn't. A week ago, he was with his Lady, happily getting ready to battle and defeat Hawk Moth once and for all as Kitty Noire and Lordubg battled against Monarch. None of them came unharmed from that battle, even if the damages weren't physical. After defeating them, they discovered their identities along with the identities of Le Paon and Mayura. Noone could have predicted how harmful was to discover that Gabriel Agreste and Jeanne Agreste had been plotting against their own family and their protegees. Of course their loyal minions resulted to be no other than their so loyal secretaries: Nathalie and Nathan.

They hadn't revealed to the public the identieties of the vilains, but everyone knew about the defeat of those who had been tormenting them for so long. Master Fu was shocked when he heard the identities of the villains and appologised several times to the teenagers. His siblings, Mister and Miss Fu, had been giving some sort of psychology treatment to the young heroes. The rest of the miraculous squad wasn't informed about the identities of the villains, but upon seeing how affected their heroes were, they didn't dare to ask them.

It was so painful. Adrien had been so close to die at the hands of the monsters his father and aunt created. Even worse he had almost lost everything important to him: his friends, his sister and, the worst of it, his love. He felt furious, betrayed, hurt, ... But he still had Marinette, who supported him without doubting, even if she just was almost as hurt as Adrien. But the worst were the nights, when he managed to fall asleep, the memories of all those previous battles came back to him, haunting him with the possibilities of things that could have go wrong and even picturing his father or his aunt killing him, instead of the akumas, as they laughed evily and took his miraculous away.

As far as he knew, his sister and the bugs were also dealing with their own traumas and the nightmares. Mari suffered insomnia, Marin developed a PTSD and Adrienne recluded herself on her bedroom, only allowing Marin to enter. It was frankly devastating for all of them to even face any of their enemies, mainly because they had to see them on a daily basis, but also because they clearly were devastated by their defeat. Gabriel was the shadow of the man he once was, recluding himself, barely getting any food or sleep and over obsesing with every single details of his surroundings. On the other hand, Jeanne showed some sort of depression mixed with sudden outbursts. The young heroes were almost scared to see them just in case the villains would somehow recognise them outside the mask.

The only bright side Adrien and Adrienne could possibly ever see about the situation was that they were no longer expected to do any sort of modeling and could do as they pleased, given the parnoic state of their father and the misterious disappearence of Nathalie, but in the end, they only felt more depressed because of the fact that they had also lost the little to unexistent love and care from their father. Of course, Mar and Mari were constantly with them, even if they didn't interact, just being there to let them know that they still had someone who cared about them, who would support them no matter what and that will always love them unconditionally. It wasn't really strange to see Lordbug entering Adrienne's bedroom or seeing Chat Noir running over the roof tops and stopping over the bakery of the Dupain-Cheng.

Strangely, each time Chat visited Marinette, someone of the miraculous squad was also there or at Marin's secluded space on the rooftop. He slowly began to understand that it wasn't because they had revealed their identities (they had meant to do it after defeating Hawk Moth and Monarch, but they weren't precisely mentally sane after that battle), but because they enjoyed how the children of the best bakers in Paris treated them, as if they simply were another civilian and not superheroes nor gods, like most of civilians used to do. Of course, he suspected that they knew the designers from outside the mask, but Chloe and Cleón certainly weren't exactly known to be civil with the designers and yet, they surprisingly appeared more often that not and generally behaved.

That day, he had had a particulary horrible nightmare were his father and aunt forced akumas into him to akumatize him and then made him cold-bloodly murder everyone in Paris, each murder bloodier and crueller than the last. he had slaughtered his firends, cataclismed Adrienne and Marin and torn Marinette into little pieces. He was honestly trembling and his eyes couldn't stop the torrent of tears flooding his face when he awoke and Plagg surprised him by hugging him and purring to sooth the pain, but he couldn't calm down and, despite Adrienne was recluded, he entered in her bedroom to check if it had only been a nightmare. When he opened the door, he saw his sister, also holding the handle of the door and with watery eyes and a stream of tears flowing down her face.

Without ponouncing a single word, both twins understood perfectly how the other felt and why the other was there. They hugged themselves closely, comforting the other and crying in a strange mix of fear and relief. Once they pulled apart from the heartfelt hug, they look one to another, nodded and called upon their transformations, turning into their superheroes selves and leaving the now colder than ever house. the jumped from roftop to rooftop, not saying a word, being only focused on getting to their destination. But when they arrived, they didn't expect to only see Marinette's lights on and much less to see all of their miraculous friends and Marin in her bedroom, no matter how big and spacious was the place (seriously, she and Marin had small apartment to live by themselves and they were still somehow surprised by Adrien's and Adriennes bedrooms!).

"Oh, um... Hello?" said Chat awkwardly. "Are we interrumping something?"

"Chat! You're not inte..." began Marinette. "Kitty! You're here too! Are you feeling better? Can I bring you anything or do anything for you?"

"Kitty?!" erupted all the heroes as they noticed her in the shadows, hiding behind her brother. They made a move to get to her, but Marin and Chat stopped them.

"Hey, give her some space" said Marin in a warning tone.

"She's not feeling in the best mood for this and honestly neither am I" declared Chat.

Marinette approached Chat and caressed his cheek. "Another nightmare minou?" said the girl worried.

"A bad one. She also had one, probably similar to mine" said in a low voice Chat.

"Poor minou" said Marinette as she hugged him tight to comfort him. "I'm sorry that you have to go through all of this. Is there aything we can do to help?"

"Yeah dude, we're kinda worried about you cats and the bugs. You haven't been yourselves... lately" said Carapace.

"Specially about you and Kitty. Seriouesly, we want to help you two. That's why we're in here today in fact" said Rena Rouge.

"Thanks a lot" said Kitty tearing down. "I'm sorry I'm like this..."

"There's nothing wrong ma minette" siad Marin comforting her. "It's not your fault and it's totally justified to be like this after... that discovery".

"Still, thank you. I don't know Kitty, but seeing all of you is kind of a relief right now" said Chat.

"Don't tell me it was that kind of nightmares" said Marinette very worried. "Oh, I'm so sorry Chaton. We're here and we're fine, you haven't hurt anyone".

"What does that mean?" said Queen Bee.

"It's because of my nightmares... One kind of the worst I tend to have is about getting akumatised and killing... everyone" explained Chat visibly in pain.

Carapace and El Zorro looked eachother and put their arms around Chat's shoulders. "Bro, dont worry, you're certainly not getting rid of us so easily" said el Zorro.

"Yeah dude, we're all here for you dude. We were even discussing about revealing ourselves, so you two can have more civilians to talk and get it all out from your chests" said Carapace.

"What?!" exclaimed Kitty in a bit of panic.

"Don't worry girl, we're just going to reveal ourselves, we're not going to force you two to reveal and the same goes for the bugs" said Salihafa.

"I still think it's not the best idea" said Marin.

"Oh shut up breadface" said Drone King. "We don't have to worry about villains now, let them do it to help the alley cats".

"Okay, now we're having it" said Marin angry. "First of all f**kface, they're not alley cats and they saved your ass more times than you can count, so show some respect. Second-".

"Stop it!" yelled Kitty. "I'm done with you two fighting always!"

"Fine..." said Marin resigning.

"Know your place commoner. We're the heroes here" said Drone King pridefully.

"He's also one you stupid dumbass!" exploded Kitty as she detransformed into Adrienne and everyone gasped.

"Well, I guess that now the cat's out of the bag" said Chat and detransformed.

"NO WAY!!" exclaimed the turtles and the foxes at unison.

"My bro has been a superhero all the time!" said Carapcae.

"No wonder I've liked this girl so much" said Salihafa hugging a confused Adrienne.

"You know they won't get it unless you detransform right?" pointed Rena.

"Yeah babe, spare the girl all the confussion already" agreed Zorro.

"Oh, right" said Salihafa as the turtles detransformed and revealed Nino and Nina.

"Wait a minute" says Chloe. "I get this is all important. The turtles are the Lahiffe and that means these sly foxes are the Césaire, yes. But has anybody thought that if Adrikins and Adri are the cats, that means the bakers here present are Lordbug and Ladybug?!" exclaimed Queen Bee.

Everybody remained silent for a couple of minutes, everybody looking at Marinette or at Marin until Drone King snapped out of it. "No f**king way. YOU are Lordbug! NO WAY!"

"Well, yes way young drone" said Tekke coming out of Marin T-shirt. "Hi, I'm Tekke, the kwami of Lordbug. It's a pleasure to meet all of you".

"Boy, you've got looooooot of explaining to do" said Zorro smiling.

"Well, sorry for keeping you in the dark bud" said Marin. "You know how it is".

"My best friend is Ladybug, her boyfriend is Chat Noir and their siblings are Lordbug and Kitty Noire. I'm the worst reporter in all existance" lamented Alya.

"To be honest kitten, if it wasn't for the magic protecting your identities, you would have guessed a long time ago" said Plagg coming out of Adrien's shirt. "The name's Plagg, god of destruction and a cheese gourmet".

"It's adorable!" exclaimed nina upon seeing Plagg.

"Sheesh, calm down little Molly" said Plague. "He's not the prettiest of the two".

"Is this turning into a kwami-holder meeting?" said Weiss as she pulled her head out of Nina's jacket.

"It seems so" said Marinette. "honestly, this is pretty chaotic and definetly not how I expected to be either the night or the reveal".

"I'd recommend you to lower your voice and detransform before someone comes" says Tikki flying from behind a pillow. Everybody turned back to their civilians selves and sat down in silence, until Trixx made a fart noise.

"Trixx!" complained Alya.

"What? It was getting uncomfortable AND boring" replied the mischievous kwami.

"Little Foxy's right, it was getting bored and I don't have any cheese" said Plagg.

"Okay, how about we do a presentation round" suggested Marinette. "So everybody will know everybody's name".

"Excellent idea Ladybug" said Wayzz. "I suggest to begin with the red ladybbugs and the black cats".

"He always suggests that" says Plague nonchalantly.

"I will start" said Tekke glaring Plague. "I'm Tekke, Kwami of creation and my current holder is Marin Dupain-Cheng. Hello again".

"And I am Tikki" said the red kwami. "Would you like to continue Stinky Socks?"

"I already presented myself Sugarcube, it's her turn" said lazily Plagg.

"Very well then. The name's Plague, beautiful godess of destruction and that blonde mess of feelings is my holder" said Plague.

"Plague" warned Tekke.

"Come on Jawbreaker, I've behaved myself this time" complained Plague.

"I believe it's quite disrespectful to call your holder a 'blonde mess of feelings'. And don't call me Jawbreaker, I'm not calling you Death Breath" replied Tekke.

"Okay geez. Her name is Adrienne and she's in a tough spot right now, please be gentle with her" said Plague.

"Yeah whatevs. I'm Trixx, kwami of illusions and this beautyful reporter here is my awesome holder" said the foxy Kwami.

"And I'm Traxx, same story except that my holder is Alen" said Traxx as she jumped from Alen's head.

"Hello dear holders of miraculous. My name is Pollen and I'm one of the Bee Kwamis" said Pollen respectfully.

"As my sitser said, I'm the other Bee Kwami, Pellet. I apologise for my holder behaviour, we're still wroking on it" declared the kwami.

"I guess it's my turn then. Hello, I'm Weiss, Kwami of Protection and the Turtle" said the little turtle goddess.

"And I'm Wayzz, her brother".

"Is there any doubt?" said Marin. "Something to say or to ask before we go back into the loop of awkward silence?"

"I have something to say and something to ask" declared Chloe, surprising everybody. "First I'm going to say something. Marinette, we have never been in good terms and we have hated each other for quite a long time. But you still trusted in me and gave me the miraculous of the bee even after I got akumatized again. Two times actually. You still had faith in me despite how I am and how I've ever treated you. Thank you for that and I'm sorry for everything I've done to you"

"Thank you Chloe" said Marinete surprised after she recovered from the initial confusion. "That's very sweet of you... I'm glad that having the miraculous has helped you".

"Don't expect me to apologise breadhead, I still hate you. But I'll also thank you for trusting me with the miraculous" said a petty Cléon.

"You're welcome. I was hoping you would gain some sense in that blockhead of yours" said Marn.

"Stop it you two" warned Adrienne. "I'm not in the mood and Chloe still has a question to ask".

"Thank you Adri. Now, spill. Who were the villains that affected you for so much" said Chloe seriously. "Your attitude has been ridiculous since and I'm not the only one who wants to help, but we need some intel to help you whatever is going on with you four".

"Chloe, we appreciate the intention, but-" began Mari.

"Hawk Moth was father" interrumped Adrien. "Mayura was Nathalie, my aunt was Monarch and her secretary Nathan was Le Paón".

"Say what?!" blurted the others.

"It's true. They don't know our identites thought" said Marin.

"I'm going to shove my shield up into the butt of that old man" said Nina getting angrier.

"I'll shove my flute at full force against Jeanne's face then. She was so hypocrite!" said Alya.

"No, no. We're going to skin them alive" said Alen.

"Dude, dudette, I'm adopting you two and there's nothing you can do to change my mind" said Nino.

"I can't believe it was them" said the Bourgeoise having an existential crisis.

"We know Chloe, we were also so shocked Cléon. Nino, you can't adopt them, my parents claimed that a long time ago and they don't know about the miraculous. Alya, Alen and Nina, as much as I'd love to do all that, those are still crimes and we are superheroes" said Marinette, bringing peace to the room.

"I love when you do that" said Adrien.

"Shush minou" said Marinette blushing slightly.

the teenagers kept talking and discussing for the night, slowly accomodating themselves as they got sleepy. Adrienne sat on Marn's lap and he hugged her, falling asleep like that as she purred and he buzzed. Alya and Nino slowly rested their heads on the other's and fell asleep. Nina fell asleep on Alen's belly. Chloe and Cléon fell asleep on their chairsand Marinette covered them with some blankets. Adrien thought, just put his head on Marinette's lap and she began to pet him, runing her finger between the golden locks and driving Adrien crazy of pleasure. He began to purr and she smiled, not noticing that both of them were also sloly falling asleep, but this times, no nightmare would dare to come in the room of superheroes.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #miraculous au #adrien augreste #Twins!Au

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