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softiegyu · 2 years

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His Adrenaline

Pairing: Cho Guesung x idol!gn!reader

Genre: Fluff, angst

Tags: Football!Guesung, World Cup, South Korea vs Ghana, established relationship, softness all over please

Part 2

Find part 1 here!

The first half had sent everyone into a frenzy for two reasons:

Ghana was winning by two points, nil points for South Korea.

To say that you were worried was an understatement. But your worry could never come close to those of the players, especially the strikers unit which are meant to score. Countless of attempts were made, but good respect and impression also went to Ghana and its goal keeper. Nonetheless, the worry was ever present among the supporters of South Korea's national team. But so we're Ghana's. To say you weren't competitive was a wrong thing to say.

"There's still time, Sungie," you held his arms as his gaze drifted aside in the changing room. You held him tight, urging him to look at you. You can see the doubt in his eyes, much of the many players. Words of encouragement were sent his way over and over again, whether it be from your or the coach, even the Captain.

Everyone else sat in their own seats accordingly, downing water down their throats or over their heads to wash of the sweat. While the others did so, you were met with silence. With a sigh, you turned around and grabbed a small water bottle. It wasn't too cold, enough for you to worry less about it covering his head in the cold liquid or else he'd get a headache, or worse, sick. In order to help him, you offered to wash his hair instead.

The strands of his fell through your fingers as they sifted through. The right shampoos used over time, especially this morning, always gave a beautiful touch and glow to Guesung's hair. Even with sweat just under it, nothing can break that beauty you could personally touch. With a few droplets everytike, your fingers went through his scalp, washing off the sweat. As always, your touch was soft, calm, gentle, but enough pressure to cause him to close his eyes and lean back against your front. You welcomed the lean with a lean of your own to support his head and back. His head went to your abdomen, just under your chest.

For someone that went through so much already within this match, you guessed that words wouldn't suffice. This should do.

You drove your fingers around to adjust his hair, letting them dry within these minutes left from this half time break.

"What I would do to get that kind of touch from my girl right now.

"Not here, Wooyoung." Your lips pursed at Guesung's warning tone. There was a brief moment of selfish pride you had to push down.

Wooyoung playfully pouted, looking at you for backup on that from his seat that was two seats away from your right. Your only response was a shrug, a small smile of "sorry, can't help you there, buddy".

The roar of the crowd grew as South Korea's strikers began to dash towards the goal. With Guesung in the middle, he was flanked with the opposite time. However, luckily, a player was just along the line to cut the idea of offside completely off.

The roar grew loader as the ball went into the air and Guesung threw himself into the air for a header. You couldn't contain yourself, already at the edge of your seat and jumped up, screaming out in the first chance of victory as soon as the ball clearly went through the impending gate keeper and the goal line itself to almost going through the nets within.

A girlfriend of another player had grabbed your hand, the both of you hugging one another into a right embrace at victory. Most of all, nothing can surmount the love and pride you felt toward your boyfriend. This moment, the first step of redemption for the entire team.

As he ran across the field, the untamable scream that left him, Guesung searched for you in earnest. His tongue pulled back in with an irreplaceable, blinding grin.

When your eyes met, all was spilled in these little mere seconds between you two. Pride, adoration, respect, and simply: finally! Of course, it wouldn't end without a wink sent by him towards you.

The game continued, no chance for Ghana to take the ball in their favor as the scales tipped towards in South Korea's favor - or so, Cho Gueseung's.

Why? Because the second goal was scored by him, a header, this time higher in the air and any moment, he would be gliding further high up. The goal touched the net and the whole stadium roared ever louder. Guesung made an immediate beeline towards you, shouting out with the adrenaline going through his veins. You jumped in your spot, laughing out in excitement and being held by your friend by your side. You couldn't wait to find his smile of, only hoping, he'd score a hatrick.

You can clearly see that it does affect the entire team to push through again. But Ghana stood their ground and hope was diminishing as they scored the third goal - no longer a tie.

All of you sat nervously in your seats as the game was coming to a close. You prayed that at least one goal to keep the team going or else their fight to win against Portugal within a few days would only hang in loosely in the idea of winning.

Pushing harder only brought the men to tire and you tired for them. If only you could get down there to help! But Alas.

Let us not forget the horror of perhaps missing out a third goal if it was not for the referee stopping the game of a deserved corner shot, warming the coach a red card which fueled anger in not only the coach himself, but a few players.

After taking rest at the hotel which everyone stayed at, you had your own room, much to you and Guesung's dismay. You werent able to see Guesung even after the match; at least no directly. Nonetheless, you were able to see him and the team again the same evening when practice was scheduled. Luckily, it was private too so you were able to grab a rented car and join in to watch the team practice.

Your presence was enough for Guesung to fuel himself more, but the overall mood of the team was rather dull. You could feel it with ease. Not even music was driving them forward, only the determination with Bento and his team.

But your eyes, they could never leave Guesung's form. It was so easy to see the frustration in his form, growing a little reckless and corrected by Son who gently handled him. Even he was affected by today's game but it was their power play that went through is what they should look towards. At least that's what you wanted to tell them, but you weren't sure what else to do that could trigger anything else.

And so, you waited, cheered on over any practiced matches that occurred between one another. A few had made jokes, lifting the mood up a lot more. It was enough for you to feel better, if not more over Guesung's small smiles towards you or the rolled eyes at the attempted jokes by other players.

It went a little better, but far less than you hoped.

As night fell, it was time for everyone to head back home. Within the few hours that passed, their vigor was rebuilt, somewhat.

"We still have one more match everyone," Heungmin called out, spinning around in his heels and waving around. "One to prove we can still make it. We just need to win it. If Germany loses once again tonight, we still have a good chance at heading to round of 16." Everyone knew that, but the reminder of the Captain, everyone nodded. Fueled by something else.

"Hey, Captain!" The voice of Guesung made some heads turn, including yours where you stood by his side. His hand in yours tightened. Was it reassurance? Was it something else? His face was unreadable, except for a slight crease: a frown he was trying to beat down. Your own began to crease in confusion, shooting glances between he and the team, especially his coach. "Mind if I stay here for a bit longer? I think I need a little more time..." He threw a glance towards you, silently asking for your support. You squeezed it back in reassurance. Always have.

With a confident and reassuring look, you smiled towards the team. "I promise to bring him back. He won't be late. Too late, at least."

You easily caught doubtful looks, those that clearly had mischief in their eyes, yet you easily dismissed them as you caught the gaze of Bento. You can see the hesitance more than what he let on, but a single nod and everyone was walking out, leaving the two souls within the field.

Guesung made it to his duffle bag, pulling out a ball. You've followed him towards the inner box just before the goal, standing a ways aside. Watching him all the time - from the way his muscles shifted and tensed to the way his face contorted into concentration, if not the frustration that was growing by the moment.

"Sungie?" You called out carefully. He didn't look at you, only hummed as he paced a little ways back and eyed the goal. Watching him from the side, you could see the anger growing and you didn't like it.

You can only imagine what's going on in his mind. Clasping your hands together, you kept quiet as he braced himself, ran ahead and shot the ball. The noise echoed across the empty, open field and into the night. The ball barely had time to sail across the floor before it touched the back of the net.

He shot again, with more strength that necessary, it touched the net again. Another shot, in. Another one, he let out a gruffed noise. A fourth, he let out a choked groan. That worried you. Stepping slowly closer, your slowness grew frantic. Just before he shot the sixth, you were holding his arms and stopping him from shooting again, almost toppling over but his sturdy position made you regain your balance. "Guesung!" You exclaimed, bringing him to look at you with haste, hands shifting to hold his jaw not too lightly but enough to hold him in position.

His gaze shifted from the world around you to yours: determined, frustrated, angry. But there was also some kind of desperation in there. Guilt.

What for? You already knew.

"Guesung," you whispered in your own desperation; eyes never strayed from his. "Listen to me," Finally, he looked at you, nose flared as his breathing was a little erratic from emotionally and physically, "Whatever you are feeling now, know that all that has happened is not your fault. None of it is." Your lips tilted to a smile. "You scored two amazing goals! Saved the team and reassured the entire world that South Korea has yet to lose any potential!" His eyes shifted down, tilted his head in a way to find better comfort in your hands and you let him.

"I would have done better!" He countered, making you shake your head.

"This burden, this weight you carry on your shoulders should never be this heavy. Never, ever on your own. Why? Because this team, a team, exists for a reason. All those men that played with you today, this team, these men, they are always there to help you. You aren't the only one that feels this but that doesn't mean you should feel any less happy about it. I need you to see and understand that this is not the end."

You moved yourself closer to him until you were chest to chest, eyes trailing to dried streaks of sweat down the side of his neck. "Push down that guilt, replace it with the chance of winning in the next game. Put all of your vigor there. Strive further for it until you hold that golden trophy in your very hands."

His frustration has slowly melted away, his eyebrows shifting from the anger to a different kind: sudden understanding. Relief. Care. A different kind of guilt. His eyes became glassy as well, forcing yours to do as such. Guesung's hands moved to hold on your wrists, turning them to place gentle, long kisses on each palm in silent thanks.

"Y/N..." He whispered. Looking down at you, you can tell the struggle he had in finding the right words for you. In this moment, you realised he shouldn't say them out loud.

It was easy to lean in, closing your eyes and slotting your lips around his in the most familiar and loving way you have always mustered. The tenderness in this moment could have easily melted you away, but you held on for him. A short hum escaped him as he kissed back softly, letting a long sigh escape through his nose only to let out the rest from his mouth as soon as you parted ways. Guesung's forehead rested on yours, his hands sliding down to your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to his body. You immediately engulfed the warmth in every aspect.

You remained silent like that, your eyes down at his chest, his at yours in the beautiful and understanding silence.

"Thank you, Y/N," he whispered. You only hummed in response and he held you tighter.

"Always welcome, Sungie."

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xalygatorx · 2 months

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Powerless (2017) | Chapter 13, "Not Long At All"

Years after Sarah’s wit and bravery saved her brother and brought the Labyrinth to its knees, her daughter Andie is transported to what remains of that same fantastical place, somewhere she thought only existed in her favorite childhood stories. To find her way back home, she must traverse what’s left of the crumbling kingdom, find a way to set both moments and magic in motion again, and even save the Goblin King, himself. But who will save her from him?

Powerless is a SFW slow-burn romance between Jareth and an original female character. The story overall contains descriptions of fantasy violence, mild suggestive content, and grief regarding family illness. Chapter-by-chapter warnings will be provided as well.

Summary: The group descends down into the darkness en route to the dungeons and through a tunnel of mirrors in their pursuit of entry to the castle. Jareth, cold and calculated since the Wiseman offered a solution to their troubles, lashes out at Andie. Nyle’s earlier seeds of doubt begin to take root in Andie’s heart and she asks him what she should do.

Pairing: Jareth x Fem!OC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.3k

"Of all times for it to get dark…"

"Not to worry, friend. I shall smell our way!"

"That's it. We're doomed."

Didymus turned to look woundedly toward Leona. "My senses are keen, good lady. Doubt me not." She said nothing in reply as the armored terrier began sniffing, though a glance was exchanged by all in the group except perhaps Ludo, who was watching Didymus with his usual hopeful expression. Meanwhile, the others were looking for something to serve as Plan "B."

"How do you not know where the door to your own dungeon is?" Andie wondered under her breath, though her thin discretion was for naught. He heard her all the same. Their usual banter had worn to nothing in just the short trek back from the Wiseman's pavilion and onto the route through the Goblin City to the castle. In just that short time, he appeared older to her, and yet more wired and on edge. Predatory. She didn't know what to make of it, but it unnerved her and Nyle's words kept ghosting about inside her skull.

Jareth shot her a look. "As if I ever personally went down there," he murmured with a quiet scoff. Andie felt her features screw up minutely in response to his tone. What's the matter with you?

"Couldn't you, uh, you know, spell us in there?" Hoggle wondered reasonably.

Jareth hesitated but a millisecond before answering, "It's resistant to magic, of course," as if Hoggle were the greatest fool to dare breathe in his direction. Andie wondered why it was still so important for him to keep his lack of power a secret from the others. It wasn't as if it were not pretty apparent that he'd not used magic once during their journey, but she supposed maybe she'd only noticed because she knew of his predicament.

"Found it!" Nyle called—quite far from where Didymus was tracking scents, by the way—and his long fingers wrapped around an iron ring hidden within a wall of what looked like ivy, also obscured further by rubble. It was no wonder it had taken them so long to find it—most of them hadn't even known what to look for.

He tugged and the hatch started to budge, coming free with the next hard pull while the others approached. "Ludo, pull this open, would you?" he requested when he couldn't get the heavy door more than a few inches from the opening. Ludo ambled over and took the ring, grunting as he tugged it open and raised it fully for entrance. The opening was small—too small for the largest of their party to get through.

"Ludo fit?" he asked, lacking his earlier hopefulness as he looked at the hatch.

"Probably not, buddy," Andie sighed with pity, glancing toward Hoggle. "Want to hang back with him?"

"Oh, well, I… Sure," Hoggle said, seeming to wonder at his luck and obviously relieved to be left out of potential danger for once. "Well… Will you be alright?"

His concern made Andie smile. "Sure."

"I will remain with them," Leona volunteered, smirking as she added, "They're a bit useless on their own."

"Now wait just a minute!" Hoggle barked in protest upon hearing that and, while he retaliated to Leona's easy jabs, those continuing on began to climb through the hatch, Didymus leading the way with Ambrosius, who was already shivering with nerves.

Andie watched Nyle climb through and was about to do the same when she heard a familiar rumble. She frowned and looked over her shoulder, first at the ground until her gaze ascended to the dark sky. Where there had been faint wisps of a cloud layer just a short time ago, the condensation thickened and rolled into ominous masses of steely gray and, as the rumble came again, Andie recognized it as thunder. "A storm?"

Jareth followed her gaze toward the brewing tempest, but he didn't seem as concerned as she felt. "So it would seem. All the more reason to hurry along."

Andie gave him a look this time before telling those staying behind to take care and slipping through the hatch, her foot touching the top of a staircase that she could barely make out in the gloomy, muted light moving through the opening. "Keep the hatch up until we get to the bottom, Ludo. Okay?"

"Okay," the red beast replied. "Safe, Andie."

"We will be. Thank you." With that, Andie carefully began to maneuver down the narrow steps, hoping this wasn't another Escher stairway, but having no choice except to see where it took her. She heard Jareth's cautious steps a short way behind her and, the further down she went, the less the light helped. Finally they were in complete darkness and Andie gave up, calling for Ludo to go ahead and shut the hatch. He did so—she heard the metallic clang reverberate through the chamber—and the path they'd already traveled disappeared with the rest of it. "Nyle? Sir Didymus?"

"We're down here, just keep moving!" Nyle reassured her and the knowledge that the stairway ended did help. Too bad they sounded really far down. Andie crouched down a little and placed her weight more warily on every step, feeling the solidity of each to reassure herself in her blindness. This worked until the staircase curved and Andie put pressure on what turned out to be the edge of a step and her foot slid free, which was also the moment she discovered that the tunnel structure around their route had ended and it was a steep, immediate drop-off.

She cried out and scrambled, but luckily as she'd been so near the ground already, it was easy to shift her weight and fall on the stairs instead, grappling for purchase so she didn't somersault the rest of the way down. She heard Didymus and Nyle both call up to see if she was all right and she replied that she was fine just as Jareth's boot came down on her hand. "Ow!" she shouted, congratulating herself afterward on not calling him some obscene—though creative—name in her brief agony.

Jareth reflexively lifted his foot, but said only, "My apologies."

Andie listened to him continue down the stairs after he'd stepped over her hand, incredulous and edging toward anger. She swallowed that anger, however, and pulled herself back up to walk down the rest of the way, listening to the Goblin King's footsteps for guidance. When she arrived at the foot of the stairs moments later, she felt a furry head bump her hand. "Ambrosius?"

"We shall lead you, my lady," Didymus declared. "As well as we can, for our sight is only somewhat better than yours."

"It's good enough for me," Andie sighed with relief. "Thank you." They took the lead of the group and Nyle and Jareth followed by sound behind them. Just when Andie thought they would be making their entire way in darkness, a painfully faint glow from a great distance etched out the bare minimum of detail in their surroundings. Andie saw traces of stonework and minimal glints of iron bars on either side, but it was all darkness amidst these aspects. Only a concentrated spot of light ahead promised an end. She tried to ignore the rustling from what she assumed were lineups of cells, afraid to imagine forgotten prisoners still living in there.

Or really, she thought as she blinked in the blackness, unable to adjust her eyes to the degree of lightlessness, living in here at all.

"Yar-har, matey! Onto the deck with ye!"

"Aye, Captain!" Twelve year-old Jeremy and seven year-old Andie donned pirate hats, plastic hooks, and fabric eye patches before ascending to Jeremy's top bunk, every treasure-resemblant toy they had stowed up there as they dropped the old white bed sheets down the side, which Sarah had bestowed upon them to use for sails one day. "What now?" Andie asked, flipping up her eyepatch when she started to get a bit of a headache.

"Well…," Jeremy murmured, pausing to think. "We got the treasure. So… We go to land and spend it!"

"Land, ho!" Andie cried jubilantly.

"Not yet, you say that when you actually get to land," Jeremy told her, breaking character. "We're not even close!"

"Oh, okay," Andie replied seriously, flipping her patch back down once her head felt better. "Land, almost!"

From the hall, Sarah finally lost composure and laughed, blowing her cover. Jeremy and Andie both looked over and grinned to see their mom in her usual happy state. "Mama, we're pirates!"

"You certainly are," she said, still smiling as she leaned in the doorway and watched them continue their sailing. "Did you find some treasure?"

"We sure did! A whole lot of it!" Andie said enthusiastically.

"Ooh, you're professional pirates then!" Sarah commented with an impressed tone to her voice.

The two chattered happily about being "professionals" until Jeremy suddenly looked forward and pointed. "Land, ho! Drop anchor, matey!"

"Aye, Captain!" Andie replied and dropped Jeremy's plastic dump-truck over the side, to which they'd tied exactly ten found shoestrings—which Sarah would discover later when she went to get shoes to go to the grocery store.

Unfortunately, Andie had neglected to look before dropping anchor and the plastic truck toppled onto Colette's coloring book, which she was marking up on the floor. It didn't do any damage, but it was the ten-year-old middle child's last straw for the day. Colette huffed and shoved the truck away, knocking the makeshift rope from Andie's hands so she couldn't haul it back up to the bunk. "Hey!" Andie cried more with disappointment than contempt.

Colette, however, had enough contempt for the both of them. "That's it! Go play somewhere else, I'm coloring here!"

"Why don't you go color somewhere else…," Jeremy muttered loudly enough for Colette to hear.

"Why don't you both just go somewhere else! I hate always getting hit by stuff when you guys are being stupid, I wish—"

Sarah was across the room in an instant, her hand over a startled Colette's mouth as all the kids fell silent, watching their mom in alarm. "Mama?"Jeremy ventured.

"Shh!" she whispered and his own hands went to cover his mouth as they all waited, three of them not knowing what for. After a moment passed, Sarah sighed her relief and let her hand drop, freeing Colette who now looked on the verge of surprised tears. "I'm sorry, sweetie. But remember what I said? Be careful what you wish for and don't wish for anything with consequences. You've got to think really hard before you say something like that, words are very powerful. How would you feel if your brother and sister really disappeared?"

Colette immediately answered, "Great."

"How would you feel later?"

She thought about that a bit more. "You mean after you and Daddy found out? …Guilty."

"You'd miss them eventually, you know," Sarah scolded her gently, though she tried not to laugh at Colette's doubtful expression.

"Yeah… Maybe," she murmured, though, to her credit, she did turn to Andie and Jeremy and added a, "Sorry."

"It's okay, Cole," Jeremy replied, smiling a little. "Want to play pirates?"

"Can I be a princess?" Colette hedged.

Jeremy was about to refuse that counteroffer, but a glance at Andie—who was silently urging him to just take the deal—changed his mind. "Okay. You can be our hostage!"

"Can hostages wear a crown?"

"Sure!"

"Hey… Where is my crown?"

Jeremy glanced behind them at their treasure trove in the bunk, on top of which sat a gold and pink costume tiara. "Um…"

"MOM!"

"Andie."

The young woman in question blinked and realized she'd entirely zoned out during their walk toward the literal light at the end of the tunnel, though she couldn't remember what she'd apparently been so focused upon. When she came back to reality, she realized they were nearing the exit and the glow suddenly made more sense to her; the next portion of the passage was entirely encased by mirror panes reflecting light back and forth all the way down from the surface. When she looked over at Jareth questioningly, he explained, "It's to throw off intruders. Confuse them and lead them astray."

"I don't suppose you know the way through… Do you?"

His eyes narrowed on her. "Have you any idea how long I have lived in this castle? Instead of questioning why I haven't every detail of my kingdom ingrained into my skull after thousands of years, why don't you work on finding answers, yourself?"

"Fine, what am I supposed to find in all this?" she demanded as they reached the next tunnel and were faced with three parting passages of jagged, glassy walls, all reflecting each of them along with one another and creating endless continuums of reflective vacancy.

"But, seriously, which way do we go?" Nyle interjected after a moment of tense silence passed. Jareth threw his hands up in place of an answer and Didymus offered to sniff their way, but was met with little enthusiasm. Even if his senses had been as keen as he described, it was unlikely that there was anything to smell down there. "Well, someone pick a direction."

"Why don't you pick a direction if you are in such haste," Jareth snapped.

"Because I'd rather it not be my fault when we get lost."

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm going this way," Andie muttered as she headed down the tunnel to the left and the brightest of the three.

"What makes you think it's that way?" Nyle asked.

"There's no light source down here, this light has to be reflecting from the surface," Andie replied as she walked down the tunnel, avoiding the occasional glass spike jutting from the wall. What an awful, treacherous place this was. She felt like she had at the beginning of this strange quest, unnerved and confused, despite knowing much more now than she had before and having a solid purpose. She heard the cogs clattering gently in her backpack and listened to the others traveling along behind her, occasionally exchanging a few words. This isn't so bad… Just staying on the path is enough to keep on track. We'll be out of here in no time.

She tried her best to keep her eyes on the ground, namely because looking at the walls was horribly disorienting. When they came to the next fork in the path, Jareth chose the way and took the lead for a time, seeming more than unsettled at still being in the tunnels, though he had to know how long they were. Andie, Nyle, and Didymus all took care to just stay out of his way, none of them really understanding what was going on to make him so edgy. It was when they passed a very distinctive looking spear of glass branching from the ceiling and came to what appeared to be the same fork in the pathway again that things turned for the worse.

"Maybe I should've stayed in front," Andie commented with a bit of dismal humor, not meaning anything by it. In fact, she'd hardly thought her words through before letting them slip free. The comment earned a dark glare from Jareth, whose hands had already been balled into fists upon finding their route to be repeating. Her words only soured his mood further. She caught the look. "What? I was kidding."

"Of course you were," he grumbled, drawing out his words with sarcasm and what sounded like spite. "And I'm sure you truly don't think you could guide us better."

"What is your problem, Jareth?" Andie finally demanded as they stood between the two tunnels. "You've been acting like an ass since we left the Wiseman, either explain what's wrong or knock it off."

"Would that make it easier for you?" he snapped. "Poor little thing, so inconvenienced by another's state of being, poor you. As if this ordeal has not been made a cakewalk for you by the aid of your friends and myself."

Andie retaliated immediately. "Easy? You think this has been easy?! And what about you, you've tagged along the entire way in need of help!"

"To the contrary, I've 'tagged along' because it is convenient. Amusing, even. And, despite my better judgment, I felt sorry for you. It has served me well thus far, but now that it draws toward a close, I could not be more content," he sneered. "To think you thought I would need you? That is an endearing error, I must say."

Andie faltered and scrambled for words. "That's… That's not fair…"

Something changed in his eyes and the chill was nearly tangible. "I wonder what your basis for comparison is," he murmured coldly as he turned to walk down the path they'd not taken before.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Andie shouted at his back and, when he did not turn, she hurried forward to catch up with him. Oh, she could have steamed from simple rage! She reached for his arm. "I'm not through with you, dammit!"

He jerked his arm from her grasp and whirled on her, causing her to jerk to a stop. "Well, I am through with you, little girl!" he shouted in her face, startling them both. After he spoke, his eyes seemed to clear and he realized what he'd done. "Andie—"

But Andie was already past him and moving swiftly through the tunnel, all in an effort to avoid further confrontation and hide the tears that had sprung in her eyes. Jareth hung back after that and Nyle and Didymus moved to catch up with Andie. Didymus moved on ahead with Ambrosius to give sniffing a try while Nyle sauntered alongside the human girl, not looking at her or speaking to her while she composed herself.

He knows, she thought after she'd had time to process what had just occurred. The only explanations are either that he knows who I am—he looked right through me, he wasn't looking at me—or that he hates me. That he was pretending until it was no longer convenient for him. She wiped at her eyes sullenly. Perhaps, both. But why am I crying?

It actually angered her that she was crying, just like the "little girl" he accused her of being. She kept herself together, she didn't cry. The last time she'd cried had been after she'd realized her mother had the onset symptoms of Parkinson's and that had been months ago. Before that, she was sure it had been over an ex. And that had been a long, long time ago, were that the case.

She felt like a fool. He absolutely knew that Sarah was her mother or related to her anyway and he hated her for it—there’d been such an icy look in his eyes when he'd turned to look at her, she now knew that he'd known all along. He'd been biding his time. And Nyle was right, as soon as he had the means to keep her there, he wouldn't let her go. And she didn't want to find out what brand of revenge had been fermenting in his mind throughout his time in the oubliette, through the course of their journey, while she'd assumed friendship, assumed compassion, assumed—

No. She couldn't think like that. Not now.

Andie turned her head just enough to scout out where Jareth was and, deeming him far enough behind to be unable to hear her, she turned her gaze forward again and murmured, "What do I have to do?"

Nyle glanced down at her with just his eyes, still facing the tunnel as she was. "Pardon?"

"You said he wouldn't let me go," Andie uttered quietly, her voice near a monotone from the intensity of her focus on keeping her stone-faced composure. "So, what do I have to do?"

Nyle contemplated her momentarily before replying darkly, "I'm afraid you'll have to kill him."

Next chapter: Chapter 14, "Eyes So Cruel"

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mr-and-mr-diaz · 3 years

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BUCK & EDDIE ACTUAL SIZES: A Thorough Essay, Part 2

We’re back folks!! Let’s continue, SHALL WE? XD

(Part 1 here for anyone who missed it :))

Note: As always I take no responsibility for the things you will see here that you can never unsee. You're welcome }:)

Head Size

Observe, my lovelies:

Much like in the difference of torso size, Ryan has a longer head than Oliver as well. Here's how it looks from the side:

This is another reason why Eddie looks shorter than he actually is, because even though he's a similar height, his shoulders start lower down because his head is longer. Here's that first photo again, with a few helpful guide lines:

(Did I use the Bi Flag colors for the guide lines? Bitch maybe, FOCUS) The pink line is where the head starts, the purple line is where the head ends, and the blue line is where the shoulders start approximately.

You see that? Their heads start 2 inches apart (distance between the pink lines), but because of the difference in where their chins end (purple distance), Ryan's shoulders are a bit more of a hike down (blue distance) which makes him look shorter than he is. Also Oliver's shoulders are more sloped while Ryan's are more square, further fscking this up. PROPORTIONS, I KNOW!! XD XD

Moving right along...

Hand Size

Hands hands hands. This was by far the hardest to research, because it's hard to capture a moment on camera where they are both the same distance from the camera and there aren't any weird angles making one look bigger or smaller. FOR REAL you have no idea how rare it is for these two to be in the same shot, same distance, with both of them clearly showing AT LEAST ONE HAND not hidden in pockets of crossed arms or angled shots and FOR GOD'S SAKE NOT IN GLOVES AHHHHHH

Now, my initial assumption is that Eddie actually has bigger hands.

I know, it goes against standard discourse, but I think he does because he has a bigger head. (Yes, that's why I talked about head sizes first.)

For those who don't follow, the size of your hands GENERALLY correlates strongly with the size of your face/head. Try it, this is actually pretty fun: Place your hand centered over your face and your fingertips ought to reach the edges. Cool, right? :)

But what I assume is inconsequential, what does the cold evidence say?

Okay, it's warm evidence. So warm. Yummy hugs warm. Based off of this photo, I think Ryan's fingers and palms are longer. But it's hard to tell with the hand angle differences...

Love this moment of these two btw, look how utterly wrapped up they are in each other here, if you didn't ship it you do now ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Okay found another one:

(the rest under the cut to save your dash ^3^)

Again, Ryan's hands do look a bit bigger here? Oliver's hands are clasped more tightly though, which could be making them look smaller, but that wouldn't change palm size. It's still not definitive, so onward I search...

ARE YOU BEGINING TO SEE WHY THIS PART IS SO DIFFICULT FSCK!!

Oliver in that shirt is YUMMY

I think we could say with some certainty at this point that Ryan's palms are bigger. But I want a closer-up photo for definitive proof, so onward the search goes *sigh* *coffee* *lol I don't actually drink coffee* *shoves Oreos in my face* *back to Google*

AHA!! Finally! A good reference!

LOOKIT THAT FSCKING ARM, RYAN, ARE YOU LICENSED TO CARRY THOSE GUNS

I'm gonna call it with this photo. Ryan's hands, and by association, Eddie's hands are bigger. Longer, wider palm, and as seen before, slightly longer fingers as well. Oliver, and by association Buck, has slightly thicker fingers though.

I ran these photos by a few other eyeballs for verification as well, some who are buddie fans and others who are wondering why the hell I'm spending so much time on this when I have assignments piling up into an alarming hazard of procrastination. So there you go. MOVING RIGHT ALONG TO--

MUSCULATURE:

Let's face it, this is what we're all here for today, and it's a hotly contested issue, which makes perfect sense since these two darling fitness junkies keep changing their musculature between just about every goddamn hiatus AHHHHHH !!!!!

I can't address it all in Essay Part 2 since I need copious visual references and again that 10 photo limit be crawling up my ass, but we can begin here. Let's start with

Season 2 Musculature:

The temptation to start with the What A Man gif was STRONG but I resisted, because as much of a good visual reference it is for Eddie, it doesn't have him next to Buck, so I can't use it to make a comparison. *sigh*

So this is only their top halves, but I think it could be agreed upon by the fandom at large that Buck is more muscular than Eddie at this point. Particularly in the shoulders.

LOOKIT DEM BUMPING ALL THE MUSCLES TOGETHER LIKE THE FLIRTATIOUS BISEXUAL BASTARDS THEY ARE

Yeah, I'd say it's safe to say that Buck wins on musculature in season 2, with Eddie having more ropy, rangy muscles while Buck's are bigger and thicker. It's important to denote function though--while Eddie has slighter musculature, he's still already the better fighter, which is evidenced in the scene in the gym where he reads the punching bag for filth.

Looking farther down, Buck's waist is also thicker and his butt is just lovely hello there pretty muscular as well. Eddie again has a more rangy waist and his bubble butt is already present, and continues to be present throughout all the seasons. The sky is blue and Eddie's butt is fscking round like a biteable planet, some things will never change, I don't make the rules here AND YES I AM LOOKING RESPECTFULLY

The legs follow a similar trend, with Eddie's being very in shape but not yet as jacked as Buck's. I would include a photo reference but photo limit, pHOtO liMIt!!!

COMING UP IN PART 3 OF THIS WAY TOO LONG ESSAY **trailer music**

We will move on to later season's musculature, divided into seasons A & B because like I mentioned before, dese handsome mofos change it up A LOT making my life difficult and this dissertation LONG (as long as Eddie's torso).

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P.S. I feel kinda ahgajhgfjashgd objectifying these two guy's bodies at this granular level, but someone's gotta do it, so here ya go. You're welcome? Like before, if you want to follow this thrilling saga, message me or reply here and I'll add you to the tags, which currently look like dis:

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Thanks all y'all for coming on this journey with me! And if you can figure out why not all the tags up there are tagging properly (like they aren't hyperlinking for whatever reason) I'd love to know how to fix that!

#loooooooooooong #buddie #ryan guzman #oliver stark #eddie diaz #evan buckley #tired of the odd size descriptions in fandom #but also not here to attack anyone is that's what butters their bread #have fun y'all!!#love you #this is way more fun than it should be #BUCK & EDDIE ACTUAL SIZES

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tuiccim · 4 years

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Brassy (Part 4)

Pairing: Loki X Reader, Bucky X Reader

Words: 1881

Warnings: Language, PTSD, Smut (18+, NSFW), Casual sex, some angst

Summary: You’re in a friends with benefits situation with Loki and some of the other Avengers aren’t happy with the arrangement. Reader and Bucky finally have it out.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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You rode Loki until you exhausted yourself. A while later you felt him shift out of the bed. You grab his wrist and say, "Stay."

"What?" He says surprised.

"Stay."

"Are you certain?"

"On one condition."

"Name it, darling "

"Wake me up fucking me."

"My pleasure."

You smile into your pillow and fall asleep.

As promised, you wake up spooned against Loki as he slowly works himself into you from behind. His left arm curled under you playing with your breast and his right hand making slow circles around your clit. "Ohhh…yes." you breath as the pleasure washes over you. Loki continues his ministrations at a leisurely pace while whispering in your ear. "Is this what you wanted, my darling? Hmmm...you're so tight. So perfectly tight. Ohhh. So wet for me, my darling…"

The feeling of his breath on your ear, his hands swirling their magic around your breasts and clit, and the steady rhythm of his cock moving in and out of you drive you to the edge. Your release is strong and prolonged as Loki never pauses from his duties. When he finally succumbs to his own release, you're spent. Eventually, you turn to face Loki. You lean into him for a kiss, saying, "In answer to your question. Yes, that was exactly what I wanted." You say with a soft giggle.

Loki smiles. "Am I being kicked out now?" He asks half-jokingly.

"When do you have to go back?" You ask.

"Tonight."

"Spend the day in bed with me, then." You grin winningly. "Unless you think you'll be bored."

"Not if you're in it with me." Loki pulls you to him and begins nibbling along your collarbone. You hum contentedly and smile knowing the day will be spent pleasurably.

That afternoon you and Loki were sitting on your bed eating the lunch you had brought from the kitchen.

“How come you didn't fall in love with me?” Loki asks.

“Oh, god, where is this coming from?” You say rolling your eyes.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’m just curious.”

“I’ll tell you the same thing I told Tony last night. I’m not the fall in love kind.” You say.

“What does that mean?” Loki queries.

You shrug. “It means I don’t fall in love.”

“Ever?”

“Nope. Just, I don’t know, Loki. I feel emotions. I just don't fall in love.” You paused. “Besides, like I said, I’d hate you if you weren’t so good in bed.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” He grins.

“True. You are rather fun. I’m glad we’re friends.” You say in a rare moment of transparency.

“With benefits?” Loki says with a smirk.

“Hell, yeah.” You laugh.

Before Loki left that evening he looked at you and said “Next time?” as he always does.

“Look forward to it.” Your rote response.

You are glad to have him as a friend. Loki didn’t judge. You could laugh, make mischief, or just be quiet together. You didn’t have to worry about his emotions running away from him either. You understood each other. Loki made things easy. And that’s the way you liked things.

Sunday morning you, Natasha, Clint, and Sam were sent on a two day mission. Nine days later, you all returned worse for wear but having accomplished your mission. Clint and Natasha helped Sam to the infirmary for some stitches. You went looking for Steve to check in.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., where’s Cap?” you ask.

“Captain Rogers is in the training room.” F.R.I.D.A.Y replies.

You see Steve and Bucky sparring as soon as you walk in. You watch them for a minute and then yell out, “On your six!” distracting Steve and giving Bucky the upper hand. Steve’s back slams onto the mat and you chuckle despite your exhaustion.

“Really, (Y/N)?” Steve rolls to his feet.

“Payback for the shit mission we got.” You counter.

“Everyone okay?” Steve looks at you with concern.

“Sam’s getting a small gash on his leg stitched up but that’s about it. Intel we gathered has been uploaded. I’m going to bed.” You start to turn.

“Rest well.” Steve says. Bucky stayed silent for the entire exchange.

“K, thanks.” You say as you walk away not bothering to turn back. You take a hot shower and hit the sack.

You awake from a nightmare with a start. 3am. You just want more sleep, but knowing it to be futile you decide to head to the kitchen. Your stomach feels absolutely empty and you still feel drained from the mission. It hadn’t been an easy one physically or mentally. You’re nearly finished making a sandwich when Bucky walks in.

“Hey.” you say and turn back to your sandwich.

“Hey.” he says back and goes to the fridge.

“Want a sandwich?” You ask, unsure why you’re offering to make one for the asshat.

“No...thanks.” He says and you see him start to leave.

Setting down the knife and taking a deep breath, you say quietly, “What did I do wrong?”

“What?” Bucky turns back to you.

“What did I do wrong?” You say a little louder.

Bucky stares at you but says nothing.

Frustrated you say, “I’ve wracked my brain. Gone over every discussion and interaction we have had and I can’t figure it out. What did I do to you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turns to leave.

“Bullshit, Barnes! There has to be some reason you hate me!” You say vehemently. He just keeps walking and your temper gets the best of you. Grabbing your half drunk water bottle, you hurl it at him hitting him square in the back. “Talk to me!”

“Did you throw a water bottle at me?” Bucky says in disbelief.

“You’re lucky it wasn’t the knife, Asshat.” You counter.

“You’ve lost your mind!” Bucky yells.

“Why do you hate me so much?” You holler back.

“I DON’T!” He screams.

“YES, YOU DO!” You scream back.

“WHY HIM?”

You stare at Bucky confused. “Why who?... You mean, Loki?”

"He's using you."

"What? No he's not."

"Yes, he is. He doesn't love you."

"I don't love him. It's not like that."

"What?" Bucky looks at you in shock.

"Loki and I are not together. We're just friends with benefits."

"What the hell are friends with benefits?" Bucky says.

"Fuck buddies. A mutually agreed on arrangement between friends to include sex with no strings and no emotions." You explain.

Bucky gapes at you, "And you don't care what that makes you?"

Your blood runs cold. "What that makes me?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." Bucky backpedals.

"You think there's a name I haven't been called? I was a runaway at 14. How the fuck do you think I fed myself?" You say venomously. "Men used me my entire life. And now that I am the one that says when and who and where, I'm supposed to dress it up with hearts and flowers. Fuck. That. I'll do who and what I want."

"That's not what I meant." Bucky says.

"What did you mean?" You glare at him.

Bucky looks at you and his face softens. "I meant you deserved better. You should be loved."

"Some of us aren't meant to be loved." You turn to go back to the kitchen but Bucky grabs your hand.

"Everyone is meant to be loved. You are meant to be loved." Bucky says quietly.

"No. I'm not." You say pulling your hand away.

"Why would you say that?" Bucky pushes.

"Because I'm not someone people love. I'm not someone anyone loves. I never have been." You explain.

"That's not true." Bucky says.

"Look, Bucky, I know most people grow up with people who love them. But I didnt. I don't deserve love and I don't need it." You finish making your sandwich.

"You're wrong." Bucky turns you around to face him. "God, (Y/N), you're so wrong. You deserve love. You deserve everything."

"You have to see the irony that the guy who hates me is the one telling me I should have love." You scoff.

"I don't hate you." Bucky says.

"Coulda fooled me." You said.

"I was jealous." He confesses. "I was angry you were with Loki."

"Why?" You say, genuinely confused. "Because I wasn't sleeping with you?"

"Because I like you, (Y/N)!" Bucky says exasperated. "You're smart and funny and beautiful and strong."

For a moment you're stunned speechless. You couldn't meet his eyes any longer and looked away. "Don't, Bucky. Don't like me. I'm not the fall in love type. I'm not...I'm not worth your time."

"Can't I be the judge of that?" He asks.

"You don't know anything about me. And if you did, you wouldn't ask that. My past is not pretty." You say.

"I was a brainwashed Hydra assassin. I've got a pretty sketchy past, too."

"You…"

Bucky puts his hands to your lips to stop you. When you finally look up to meet his eyes, he moves his hands to frame your face. "I don't know anything about you? On mission, you are always willing to take the shittiest job to spare anyone else. You bake treats for everyone all the time and know what everyone's favorite food is and how they take their coffee. You go out of your way to help others. You never leave a room without asking if anyone needs something. You go shopping and come back with nothing for yourself but little gifts for everyone else. You always have a joke at the ready but an apology on your lips the minute you think you've offended someone. You have the mouth of a sailor on you but the minute a kid or old folks are around you are the most charming person on the planet. You want everyone to see the brash facade you put up but you wear your heart on your sleeve without even realizing it. Whatever is in your past, is your past. We all make shit decisions in life. The person I see, she's amazing. And she is worthy. And she deserves love. She deserves everything."

You stare up at him and whisper, "I don't see her."

"She's right here. She offered to make this total 'asshat' a sandwich just because he walked in the room. Even though he's been a complete jerk to her."

"Well, Steve always calls you jerk so I figured it was your default."

"There's that humor I mentioned." He stares into your eyes. "Give me the chance to prove you deserve love."

"I'll hurt you." You say shaking your head.

"You're scared. I'm scared, too. We can go as slow as you need." Bucky caresses your jaw.

"I don't know how to do this." You say.

"Let's start by being friends. We'll figure it out as we go." Bucky smiles at you.

You look at him wondering how the hell this just happened but somewhere deep inside you felt a kernal of joy spring forward. Part of you wanted to believe you did deserve everything he was saying. The other part was screaming that this was a trick and you were an idiot.

Bucky can see the war going on inside you. "Gimme a chance, Doll. Please."

You smile at him. "So...you wanna sandwich, asshat?"

Part 5

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keith-the-hoe · 3 years

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The Glimmer Hoes Master Plan| Crack Fanfic Mini Series

Episode One: [X]

Episode Two: [X]

Episode Three: [X]

Episode Four: I'm Flyin'

Episode Five: [X]

Warnings:

This may contain weird questionable subjects, no no words and sex scenes. It may cause you to lose a couple of brain cells and fall into a state of confusion. Do not read if you are under the age of 16. Read at your own risk.

Cast:

Keith Richards

Ronnie Wood

Bill Wyman

Charlie Watts

Rod Stewart

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It was around midnight when the huge slaughtering went down around the small motel in CaliFOnia. The Rolling Stones were on the search for a hospital since Ronnie is a dumbass and got attacked by a Mick robot. Keith has been on his side the entire trip. He was quite upset about everything that happened since they went on vaca. His whore side hoe got killed, his Cyborg Mick didn't work out well, and now his best friend is now slowly dying.

"Don't worry buddy, you will be fine, I swear," Keith said calmly.

Ronnie didn't seem to be having a problem with anything. He was just there looking at Keef, smiling.

"Well.... this has been a helluva ride! You Rolling Stones whores are something!" He added.

Bill just rolled his eyes and looked out the window. Charlie was still trying to figure out why he's in a band full of dumbasses. Keith looked away for a second and later realized that Ronnie wasn't there anymore. He panicked.

"G-guys!! Ron disappeared!" Keith yelled. Bill and Charlie looked back at him. They were confused. Charlie sighed in relief. No more dumbasses.

"Where in bloody hell did he go, you monkey!?" Bill yelled. Keith searched the whole van and did not find him anywhere. Charlie looked out the windshield and spotted Ronnie on top of a roof of a strip club.

"Bill! BILL!" He pulled on his hair to get his attention. "That big nose whore is on top of that roof!" He said as he pointed up at him. Keith pressed his monkey face on the glass and spotted him.

"RON! How in the actual fuck did ya get up there!?" Keith asked as the van pulled up to the parking lot of the strip club. He kicked the door open and ran up to the building.

"Oh hiya there Keith! Beautiful view up here! I can see every single building from here!" Ronnie said with a chuckle. Keith extended his arms in case he decides to jump off.

"Ron! Get down from there! You're going to fall!" Keith said sounding very worried. Ronnie just laughed.

"Nah! Mate! I won't fall! I've done this many times with my mate, Rod!" He said. Keith was utterly confused. Bill and Charlie walked up to Keith to tell him that they should get going. Keith refused to leave Ronnie behind so he climbed onto the roof. He then realized that he is afraid of heights. He slowly walked up to Ronnie.

"Alright mate, just walk over to me and lets get down safely, okay?" He said calmly. Ronnie just smiled widely at him. He did a T-pose and fell forwards. Keith panicked and ran to the edge of the building. He didn't see him anywhere.

"Charlie! Where did he go!?" He said in a very shaky voice. Charlie pointed up to the sky. "You dumbass! Why would you even consider that huh!?" He yelled. Charlie shook his head in disappointment.

"You Muppet! That is not wot I meant! He's up in the sky flying!" Charlie yelled in response. Keith looked up to the sky. There he was, flying around like a chicken. He was so confused. He the heard music coming from a building that was across from the strip club. A blonde big nose whore was standing on there singing some song that said something among the lines of "I'm flying."

"Wot the fuck?....." Keith said to himself. Bill and Charlie seemed to be entertained by the music. Bill looked up at Keith, who was still on top of the roof.

"Hey matey! Get your monkey ass down from there and come look at this spectacular show!" He yelled. Keith was hella annoyed by everything. He got down from the building and headed to the van. Ronnie was preparing for landing but a pamper flew into his face and caused him to fly into the dumbass bitch, Rod. It caused a huge explosion. Bill and Charlie hugged each other in fear. They slowly looked at each other and pulled away. That was awkward. Keith was once again hella upset.

"Let's get the fuck out of here...." He said as he hopped in the van. The Rolling Stones were once again on the run. Keith could not believe that he'd just lost his two best friends. Ron was like a corn dog to him.

"Where are we headed?" Bill asked Charlie. He just sat there thinking if they could possibly go back home because he just wants to go home. The only problem was that they didn't have money to book a flight to go back to Britain. They were stuck in the states for a while. Keith reached into his underwear and pulled out a picture of his whore best friend, Mick. He seriously wished he was by his side, even if it was for just a little bit. A tear ran down his monkey face and quickly wiped it away. Bill and Charlie saw someone crossing the street.

"Jesus CHARLIE STEP ON THE BLOODY BREAKS!" Bill yelled.

Charlie did what he was told. The van did a loud skkkrt sound. Keith flew into the seat. Dumbass didn't wear his seatbelt. Charlie and Bill sat there completely startled. There stood a man who was average height with longish hair and blue eyes. Keith took a glance at him. He could not believe his eyes.

"M-Mick?" He said softly.

The figure walked closer to the van. His skin was pale and was covered in dry blood. His clothes were worn out and dirty.

"Sweet mother of-" Charlie added.

Keith quickly exited the van and ran up to him. Mick took out a blade and pointed it at Keef. He stood there in fear of him getting stabbed by his zombie friend.

"M-Mick," he began, "Its me, you're buddy. We've known each other since we were dumb fucks."

Mick slowly turned his head to look a Keef. His eye color was faded to a light blue shade. He stared at him for a while until he put away his blade. He was shocked to once again see his monkey friend after he had gotten killed by Mick Taylor.

"Its okay buddy, I ain't going to hurt ya..... Just want to be with you again...." Keith explained.

Mick stood there in silence.

"Jesus wot is this!? Some kind of weird romantic zombie movie!? Oh fuck that matey! I ain't here for that! I just want my damn band back!" Mick said.

Keith chuckled and pulled Mick in for a tight hug. Surprisingly, Mick hugged him back.

"Jesus Mick! Where the hell were you!? How did you find us!? I thought I lost you forever!" He rambled.

"Well, Monkey, after you had left me there at the dumpster, I woke up and followed the tracks from the van." Mick explained. "It was a helluva ride!"

Keith was glad that his bestie was back. He couldn't stop smiling like an idiot. Bill and Charlie just sat there in the van face palming their faces.

"Well.... We're back to square one....." Bill said to Charlie.

Charlie just wants to go home.

"I am hella glad you're alive! Heck I even tried to replace you with a cyborg version of you!" Keith said as he fixed his pants.

"You did wot now?..." He asked.

"Doesn't matter! You're here now! Meaning we can go back to being friends and being in our band!" Keith added.

Mick just smiled in response. They both hoped into the van. Bill and Charlie shook their heads in disappointment. They threw Mick in the dumpster for a reason and somehow he managed to find them. They really thought they did something. Lol. Mick and Keef kept going on about plans they had for their road trip. Mick really wanted to go to January so Keith yelled into Bill's ear to drive them to McDonald's because he really wanted some lettuce from there. All Mick wanted was eat brains but he resisted. Bill rolled his eyes and began to drive. Mick sucked Keef's penis to pass the time. Charlie shoved them out of the van because he seriously did not want to see dumb fucks sucking each other's dicks.

The Rolling Stones made it to a fairly large city that was located in Wendy's bathroom. Mick and Keef kept making out in the back of the van.

"We should totes do that....." Bill said to Charlie with a small chuckle. Charlie just sighed deeply.

"I just want to go home.... Is that too much to ask for? We've been all over the place and it's been exhausting for me." Charlie explained. Bill just sighed. He patted his shoulder and looked at him dead in the eye.

"Don't you worry about a thing, we'll go home soon." He said in a soft voice. Charlie just looked into his dark eyes. He began to feel warm. Mick chocked on Keef's dick and was trying to figure out how the fuck that happened because his monkey penis isn't the biggest here. He then saw Bill and Charlie kissing each other.

"Oh shit matey!" Mick yelled which resulted in him getting a shoe thrown at him.

Keef got lost and has no idea what just happened. The Rolling Stones stopped by a motel that has been vandalized by Led Zeppelin.

"Oh no.... those damn crusty ass bastards are here...." Charlie added. Bill spotted one of the members who was pissing in the pool. He was truly concerned about them.

"Wotever you lads do.... do not get near Led Zeppelin, those bastards do witch craft and eat goats hearts." Bill explained.

"Oh shut it you! We literally eat goats head soups!" Keef yelled. Bill was hella confused. When did they do that? They checked out rooms that had two singles. Mick and Keef are going to share beds while Bill and Charlie sleep on the other bed. This was going to be a sexy night. Sorry, Rod Stewart is holding me hostage as I write this whole fanfic. The Glimmer Hoes removed their clothes and laid in bed. Keef fell asleep pretty quick. Charlie and Bill stared at the ceiling and fell asleep. Mick didn't need sleep at all. So he went out to the porch and saw two led zeppelin members fucking each other in the pool. He's got some inspo there! There was another band staying in the motel. Mick absolutely hated them with a burning passion.

"Oh those bloody Beatles! we're constantly getting compared to one another!" Mick said angrily. He came up with a very beautiful idea. He reached in his trousers and took out his blade. "Let's Dance! Put on your red shoes and dance the Blues!" Oh Mick loves Bowie so much. He walked up to The Beatles and began to slice their head open to eat their brains. He let one go but was killed by a Led Zeppelin member. There was no point in doing that honestly. Mick went back to the room. He was still hungry and needed more brains to devour. He stood there in the doorway looking at his buddies. He slowly walked in and shut the door behind him.

#the rolling stones #rolling stones #cursed #cursed post #cursed image #cursed photo #cursed content #mick jagger #keith richards #charlie watts #ronnie wood #rod stewart #rolling stones fanfic #crack fanfic #fanfic #writing #writers on tumblr #classic rock #rock

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neenahnah21 · 4 years

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Find my Way Back Home IV

Summary: Bucky Buchanan Barnes is smitten to a four insignia military officer—you. How do you think things will unfold?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,556

Warning: Swearing?

All of those exchange between Bucky and you fold right before the teams waking. Never did they anticipated that a certain you who's well poised and compose would loose it. And when you left the facility, the ambiance of your upset demeanour still lingers—palpable.

The hours that past seems to be the longest to Bucky. With those time he was able to reflect his action, how irrational and disrespectful it was. How unlikely of him to lash out on you.

Regardless of the situation given, you were still his senior, superior and most of all the commanding in chief of every individual in the compound.

But still, you can't fully blame him for showing a raw reaction, it is something that didn't took you by surprise. Bucky felt extremely agitated by the fact that you just freely let loose the people who's been part of his unending nightmare and restraints from horror.He felt like he was being blatantly deprived by the justice he's longing for— and he can't stomach the fact that of all people it must be you who will be behind it. But there must be a great reason why you've employed those orders, that he realize now and he was quietly beating himself for being so impulsive and snapping out.

He looks at the clock that is hanging at the wall, they've just arrive at the facility room where AAR are usually done. You're late. A first time in never to happen and it sends Bucky at edge. Thousands of things were running into his mind, is he the reason? were you that mad? did he really push your buttons? are you not coming? were you ok? where are you? time pass now way too quickly for his liking. 15 minute that is prior to the 15 minutes pass and still you were in no sight.

"Are you ok pal?" Steve asked, looking his friend so tense sends him on edge as well.

"She's still not here" he just answer.

Steve tried to comfort his friend saying that something must of have demanded your attention and that you must be on your way, beside it is only 15 minutes that pass, there's still 15 minutes that is left for waiting. Something in Bucky was telling him that it was not the reason. Something must of have happened or the reason of your still absence must be him—he's loosing it. Steve would only reassure him that it just his nerves that making him this anxious and he might be just overthinking.

But another 10 minutes pass and you're still not around. Now he was worried. Shit.

He waited for another 5 minutes and when the clock finally indicated that 5 minutes were about to pass he took it upon himself to find where you were. He was just about to leave the room when the door burst open revealing you in your glory, a little frazzled and out of breath but when you saw the team right before you, you're quick to collect yourself and be back at your stance.

You straightened your back and walked daintily towards them.

"I'm sorry I'm late, something came up" you said solemnly, you're not late Bucky thought, you're just in time.

But then it occurred to him your military rule, being on time is considered late and being early is just on time.

"Anyway, shall we proceed now to the main course?" the team was quick to nod their heads in agreement.

Assessments were made, errors were being pointed out, recommendation were being raised.

"It's just weird" Tony commented and all eyes were now on him.

"There's no trace of violent extraction of information in the system, there's no trace of unfamiliar program that's been use to encrypt in order to attain the stolen data, and my ego would definitely not accept the fact that my security system were deteriorating already"

The team were in deep thought of that, but that's the reason why you were late, you've taken the matters in your own hand already.

"Clearly there's a mole here" you've retorted and the team agreed that it must be the most logical situation.

You can't compromise the upcoming missions though, of raiding a HYDRA base, just because of this happening.

"But we can't compromise the mission just because of this" and the team agreed to that, so you asked them about what could be your possible layout plans.

Everyone gave a new suggestion on how to siege their base and you just nod, calculating every given proposal, weighing the pros and cons of it.

"Ok very well then, I've heard you all"

"But then there's a lot of loopholes there, we can't afford to commit error. The prior plan we've made, that one was the impeccable one so we must stick to it" and this earned pretty much a violent reaction from every member of the team.

Saying how foolish that one would be, you're not having any of their whining though.

"That plan was disclose now, the layout of it were part of the stolen files" Bucky said in a matter of factly tone, not that you don't know it.

"I know" you've replied shortly and then they threw a questioning look.

"Then why are we sticking to it? If it is pretty much revealed already to the enemy? Was this a suicide mission?" Bucky retorted, and the team then seconded it.

You just dismissed them. Adamant to get at the end of this for them to finally see your point.

"In our formed tactics if you were the enemy how will you counterattack it?" you asked ignoring there puzzled looks

"Mostly from behind, outnumbered the enemy and ambushed" they answered.

"Precisely, they are gonna assault us from behind to take us by surprise thinking we're gonna attack them in front. Let them think that. Most leaders of war don't win them without deceiving the enemy. So we're counter attacking their counter attack. Clear?" they nodded hesitantly still not fully grasping it yet so you continue shedding them your light.

"Let the enemy think that they incapacitated us, we're gonna play like how a cat would to a mouse. Let them think they're one step ahead of us, which they are. We're gonna feign weak and immobility and then pounce at them when they grew at ease. Attack them when they least expect. They might be one step ahead of us but we are twice step ahead of them. Are we clear?" you can now see that they're finally seeing your point, they can now see the art of your work so they just nodded and hum in understanding.

"It is important for you to know your capacity and keenness in field but above that it is a necessity to know your enemy's thinking to ensure victory. Knowing oneself is not enough, you might achieve your goal by that but it would only be out of luck. Knowing how your foe works will enables you to know how to move with precision and no error—and that is the sure ease win. It will not be a one time victory but rather an endless one." you clarified and now your prior actions and decision were starting to finally make sense. Your willingness to offer the enemy an small insight about you just to fully unravel them. A small sacrifice for a greater cost. A pretty smart move, now that can Bucky fully assess it.

"Are you copying that?"

"Ma'am, yes ma'am!"

"Good! now, we're laying the plans, first we will follow what has been priorly discussed, follow the tactics. But then the counter attack for their counter attack would be me and Natasha at the first base, Agent Romanov be on my six. Steve and Bucky, since you're the blue buddies always BOLO, Rhodey and Bruce will have the frontal assault, we're going for the offense as defense while Sam and Clint were incharge for the defense as offense, youre the assault from behind. After retracting the documents and file by Tony, we're then going for Guerrilla tactics, obviously we need to move on the double, are we all clear?" you're too engrossed at laying them the tactics and plan that you failed to register the absence of their response.

"Any inconvenience or change of order must be reported to me ASAP, as much as possible don't attract the big green winnie, no smoking and joking in the field always put your head in the swivel and remain Bravo Foxtrot I don't want a gaggle-fuck, if you think that you're being compromise then GTFO ASAP, radio me immediately" you added and the fake cough is what caught your attention. When you brought you face up you are met with their bewildered states.

"What's with the soup sandwich faces? Do you have any saved rounds?" you asseverated.

"Permission to speak ma'am?"

"Well GOFO soldier, granted!" you almost rolled your eyes.

"Uhm do you know how to speak in english?" Bruce said a little hesitant, quietly contemplating if he should voice it out or not.

"Ma'am?" he added in a last minute.

"Uhm, maybe we can break it down to them in layman's term?" Steve suggested.

"Very well then, didn't expect you to be so lost in the sauce but anyway, I'm breaking this down barney style"

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we're pack, moonchild.

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Summary: Jung Hoseok. [a drabble in which you go to the same school with the Bangtan gang and are tiring to figure out if that’s what they really are. a gang? or a pack?] Word Count: +2.7k Note: Hoseok is such a hidden character in Bangtan, such a background force and I tried to kind of reflect on his role and development a little. Hope you like it. If you're new to this series, please read Namjoon's chapter first. ✨ Note 2: Completely different from the others. Sorry for that. I'm just glad I could finish the story. Also, no idea how this became the longest part in this story. Ugh. It was so much work to write this. I'm not comletely happy with the result, but I really wanted to post, so. ✨

college!au, supernatural!au

Gif not mine, credits to the owner.

One thing you notice right after realizing that Jung Hoseok is part of the Bangtan gang, is how the boys (unconsciously?) swarm around the dance instructor, like he’s the honey and they are the bees.

For a whole while, you hadn’t even guessed that he was a student - your school doesn’t let students lead classes of any kind, but somehow, he had managed to become a dance instructor (on payroll!) while being a student sharing the same air with Kim Namjoon in Literature class. Before, you’ve only ever seen him hang out with other dancers, with some other young teachers and the girl you had assumed to be his girlfriend - Yoonji - who, upon further examination, turns out to be Min Yoongi’s stunningly sassy and fierce but caring sister that you have never met before for some reason. There’s something special about the day that you see Jung Hoseok walk around with the Bangtan gang for the first time, looking a little like he is not entirely sure what to expect from them or what to do in general, even how to move. For whatever reason they picked him (and they did pick him because he definitely was not part of their clique in the beginning of the year), they must have not given him precise instruction on behavior rules, so that the adaptation of their habits is still difficult for him. You almost feel guilty watching him and not offering a kind word to cheer Hoseok up. But then again, he walks with Min Yoongi a lot and the way you see it, that’s a clear wall to outsiders that you don’t want to run into. Also, you’re still embarrassed that you only now realized the pale boy had a twin sister although their faces are so obviously carved the exact same way. Yeah, no.

In your eyes, there’s no way Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi fit together, being so different about the way they move their bodies or appear vibe-wise or talk, but apparently, the two guys don’t mind the differences. At least, Jung Hoseok doesn’t switch up his partner - assuming he can in Bangtan’s buddy system. He just keeps walking next to the older and smaller student. (Also, Min Yoongi fits together perfectly with Park Jimin, and that had not been a relationship you had seen coming, so there you go.)

It’s strange how the two walk across campus and in that way, you agree with the girls in your class that have been giving heart eyes to a clueless Hoseok since the beginning. The boys always keep moving, never sitting down or joining friend groups playing games, and they do not even cover the center of the campus, only sticking to the edges, especially the parts that border with the nearby woods. You watch them doing their not-so-small tour every day at least once, like it’s a ritual. Like this is their territory. However, it seems like no one shares your suspicions about the boys being more than just students. It’s so obvious that they are patrolling the area. To you.

From the way you observe the whole thing, Jungkook and Seokjin aren’t the only ones changing personality-wise upon entering the gang. There must be something specific happening at the initiation or whatever it is that the gang does because as if the wind had shifted, slowly but surely, you become witness to a stunning transformation. More and more times, Hoseok clings to Jungkook, hugging him. Both of them had not been touchy people before. More and more often, you see Jimin bathing in Hoseok’s smile and laughter, and Taehyung being fed snacks by the elder. Only towards the hyungs, the sunny personality peeking through from behind the old clouds doesn’t really show that much yet, although Hoseok takes to joking with them too.

But in the end, it seems like you aren’t actually that well-informed because while you try to see all these things about the boys, there’s only so much ground to run on and at one point, at the end of your observations, it stops. No matter how much time you invest trying to connect the dots and patterns and assumptions, it’s difficult to tell what is going on whenever Hoseok and Yoongi burst into a room and whenever Namjoon makes very long, very intense eye contact with Hoseok. You’re surely missing a ton and while you are burning to know more, you cannot force to talk to them. The mere thought of joining Hoseok’s dance class makes you sweat, so for a while, your curiosity burns without a chance of being satisfied.

It turns out you don’t have to talk to them nor join the dance class. There are just two incidents but both of them have a common denominator and enough interaction to finally find out who the person behind the name Jung Hoseok really is.

The first time you see him looking at you with the intent of looking at you specifically is in a scrubby, broken down bathroom in the far end of your school. It’s not your fault that you’re there, being just a good (the only non-drunk, aka responsible) friend who has offered to accompany one of the girls from your group of friends. Your head still buzzes a little from the noise of the past hour of being confined to one of the plastic seats aka the seat in one of the best soccer matches in your school’s history when suddenly, a rough shove makes the door behind you smash into a wall, unkindly butchering the tiles.

Before you know it, the guy, obviously your friend’s ex (who you remember playing on the losing team), is trying to rip open the toilet stall your friend is in. The door withstands for a while but you know it’s not going to be long until he gets in. When you try to confront the guy, hoping to find a way to calm him down, it results in not only a slap in your face that makes your lip feel like a balloon but also in a dark bruise on your back as you lose your footing and stumble into the lumpy hand dryer.

Of course, you cry and of course, you call for help because no matter what has gotten into the guy, your weak defense is useless. You are just examining the four strange ripping patterns (claw marks!?) in your shirt in the place the guy had shoved you when suddenly, there’s an arm pulling you out of the room. When the cold air from outside offers to refresh your mind, you see the new stranger rushing into the bathroom - you don’t see much with your recovering vision but when the new guy violently pushes the ex into the sink, making something crack, you know this will be over in a few seconds. Over the deep, tension-laden growling that honestly creeps you out, you can’t make out words or even distinguish voices but you manage to sit on your knees and peek at the semi-cracked mirror.

“… not even your territory. Just wait until Namjoon hears about this,” you finally hear the newcomer spit but that completely slips your attention because in the glass, a pair of glowing blue eyes blazes in the weak light, accentuated by a couple of sharp fangs against the guy’s lips. Hoseok, you realize, that’s him, looking like murder personified. You’re not sure if you should feel comforted or terrified by that knowledge. In the back of your mind, you think of what could happen if Yoongi came too. The pathetic ex gurgles something pitiful against the hand on his throat and there’s some sort of response from Hosoek, or maybe not, you’re not sure, because you’re already on the way to comfort your sobbing friend.

When she’s taken away and you remain alone in that stall, you feel like sleeping right there. The people who are helping will probably forget about you, and you don’t really have any more resources, so sleeping here might not be so bad. It’s summer, after all, and you won’t be cold. Contrary to your expectations, you can hear steps a couple of moments after you have closed your eyes. A warm hand finds your shoulder and together with another hand in the back of your knees, lifts you up completely.

“Aigoo, so brave,” the soft voice above you mumbles with a hint of admiration. The only thing you can feel is the way you’re being gently placed in someone’s car, under a blanket.

As nice as it was being cared for in a time of need, you’re sure that Hoseok won’t even so much as think about you once you’re back in school. In fact, considering how the Bangtan gang works, you could even imagine him ignoring you completely after this. However, Hosoek surprises you, not acting at all like the encounter never happened. At first, you receive a morning check-up in the form of a couple kind questions about your physical state along with concern about your early return to class. Then, later, there’s an invitation to sit with the guys which you struggle to accept. Hoseok seems really friendly and approachable with that wide smile of his but to you, it’s like there’s a mask that appears every time you look at him, projecting a pair of glowing blue eyes and long fangs onto his face, which still frightens you a little. It’s not something you should have seen, probably. You didn’t even know stuff like that existed.

However, your secret plans to stay away from the older boy are thwarted by the next outpour of the heavens and that annoying yellow notification at your bus station. The bus is your only way to get home and with the notification about your bus line being on pause for the rest of the week, you have no option but to walk. So you do. You walk the whole way across campus angrily, considering getting out of your shows with the way the water sloshes back and brother after stepping into a deep puddle. At first, you don’t hear Jungkook calling your name or actually running towards you to get your attention. He pulls you into a room and then through a hallway to get into a dance studio and then, it’s your first time being there. “Another refugee?”

You hear a familiar voice saying this and as you turn, teeth clacking from the cold that’s nesting in your body, there’s Hoseok, smiling wildly. With this look, you’re sure he remembers you.

“Hi,” he says, “you can heat up next to Tae. I’ll drive you home later.”

You quickly offer your gratitude for the generous offer, hoping not to come off as rude or ungrateful just because you’re not sure what to say now that you’re standing right in front of him. With your eyes, you seek Jungkook’s face for a little help but to your dismay, he stays quiet, not acting on that friendship the two of you have. Maybe he doesn’t even realize you feel insecure here, with so many of the gang members present. You’re not sure what is going to happen, if they are waiting for someone or finally tell you to mind your own business but Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jimin are in sweatpants and look sweaty. You hope that this is not a spontaneous meeting to intimidate you.

Despite your insecurity and the weight of your questions, you decide to take thing one at a time. Taehyung and Jimin sit next to a heater and when you sink down next to them, they react with a sweet welcome on their lips. Taehyung takes your shoes and puts them where they will dry and Jimin grabs a towel for you before joining Jungkook and Hoseok before the mirror. Before you can ask what the look on his face means, music starts and their bodies begin to move.

It’s not like you’ve never seen anyone dance before but with these boys, it’s different. They move but to you, it feels like the whole room is moving with them. It’s like their dancing is an invitation for the world to just press pause and find a new axis. To just watch and enjoy. There must be a little magic involved right there because when Hoseok’s eyes meet yours through the mirror, you feel some sort of fire in your chest. It’s not painful, it’s more like the pulsating ache of an electric charge that’s hit you, an electric charge that makes your chest heave along with the dancers’.

The same fire what greets you from afar and pulls you closer when you finally find Hoseok’s eyes across the dew-covered meadow that spreads out between the rows of trees and the earthen rows on the cold fields that create the landscape. It takes you a little while to see him, especially when the other wolves capture your attention so effortlessly, but then there he is; checking the edges of this place, keeping an eye out for danger. When you see his muscular body, the attentive gaze, the powerful strut, something clicks into place for you.

It makes sense that he was running around with Yoongi all the time and even that it had been him who came to help you when you needed it - another protector, another warrior. It’s a good thing to have two in the pack is what you realize even if your knowledge about pack dynamics is just so minuscule. But you get it now, that both do the same job but that the doubling gives Yoongi and Hoseok the freedom to take turns in taking care of the pack and focusing on themselves. It’s healthy. No one needs to be in the foreground all the time, standing by Namjoon’s side, going forward with him. No one has to stay in the background, being tied to the protecting role.

When Hoseok stands before you, opening his soul to speak, you are faster. There’s one thing that has really bothered you and you don’t want it to come between you and him ever, especially now that the mark on your arm testifies that you’re pack. “Why are your eyes blue?”

“It means that I have made a couple of mistakes in my past. I… I was an Alpha before,” he confesses and you feel the heavy revelation that comes with these honest words. An Alpha. And now he’s a Beta. It must be a sensitive topic. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

“It’s okay,” he says, carefully pressing into your side, “everyone here knows, and you should too. The blue color means that I have been stripped of my high position. Before Bangtan took me in, I was an outcast. And that’s what the blue is about - a warning to others.” “That’s really sad,” you say.

“It’s not that sad because, to me, blue means hope. I want people to look at me and realize that one story like that is not your whole story. Look at me now and tell me there’s no hope. You know that’s not true at all.”

You can barely contain the wow that’s spreading through your body and soul. When he stands before you like this, with his soul so bare, you feel the same thing you’d felt in that moment he’d burst through that bathroom door - hope. A hope that is so generous to even cover your life. A hope that you will fit in, a hope that family doesn’t have to look a certain way to be perfect, hope that you are seen and being cared for even if you aren’t aware of it all the time.

“Thank you for back then,” you manage to stammer as the relief hits you with a mighty force, actually pushing you to your knees. I am not alone.

You know a thing or two about dogs, about how going low can trigger instincts in them that might not be pleasant to you, but Hoseok is gentle in the way he follows you down, laying on his belly and nudging your hands.

“Sweet little thing,” he whispers, “you are so brave. Don’t worry. You’re home now.”

Thanks for reading! :)

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In case you haven't seen we're surrounded by influencer advertising on all four sides.

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We inhale and exhale influencer advertising constantly daily and many of us aren't completely conscious of what it is actually.

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Influencer content might be framed as testimonial promotion where they play the part of a possible buyer , or they might be third parties.

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Most of us know which websites we hope and distrust and in many cases simply by the topic header.

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Much dedication and nurturing have become building those links.

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Like the world has changed to social websites, customers seem upon at fellow users to notify their purchasing choices.

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Unlike electronic ads the majority of the time influencers are"not promoting anything" and are just sharing information to produce a more positive network of sway or to encourage involvement and discussion on subjects that could help. They may opt to follow along with other procedures of communicating like an email newsletter to market products or services an marketing solutions.

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The aged and outdated information will soon turn off consumers.

Where ads might be nothing more than making stories up or exaggerations from the sight of numerous customers, individuals are very likely to trust their fellow buddies and society when they inform them about a particular item.

That is when influencers form connections so as to promote the marketplace;

The influence campaigns help a whole lot in the method The earned trust assists the marketplace to flourish, after all, advertising relies on gaining customers trust so let us get the customers interact with the concept.

Much simpler

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The internet facility can help to link people worldwide.

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Everything ought to be made as straightforward as possible but much simpler.

- Albert Einstein

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It is strong. Yet straightforward.

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Ideas and opinions are shared via influencer markets and improved connections are made even with customers that live miles apart.

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The writings can perform wonders

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The Benefit of movies

Digital advertisements that normally is made up of posters and banner ads have come to be less upsetting when the societal media is full of videos about the goods.

Living objects are more appealing than lives. Influencers have begun using movies within their contents to affect the people that is turning out to be just another plus point of the influencer advertising.

Stars as Influencers

Consumers are affected greatly when their favourite actors article about a particular item.

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This clinic doesn't require any convincing as a lot of people will believe in the character of the item when their favourite celebrity purchases it.

Online comments

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People today think greatly from the evaluations and internet opinions of their customers.

Influencer advertising is mainly driven by this idea of internet evaluations and involvement and consequently is quickly growing.

Honest opinions

Consumers appreciate remarks and thoughts over ads.

In the realm of influencer advertising, the remarks of individuals behave as influencers about the societal websites and therefore are equally as significant.

Otherwise all then the majority of the feedback and opinions of individuals about a certain product or service are fair.

Locating honest opinions about something, a individual, or a provider can buy the item.

In the event of digital advertisements advertising, there are barely any remarks shared since the advertising platform doesn't allow for such interaction.

Time efficient

Influencer marketing is instantaneous and is only dependent on the established connection between the influencer and their own network.

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