#THE BEANIE THE GLASSES THE WAY HE'S LOOKING UP AT THE CAMERA

[kangaracha]

QUEENMAKER | CHAPTER 18

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pairing chan x reader

genre ninth member au, angst, fluff, coming of age, social media, cancel culture, anxiety, depression, forbidden love,

summary To JYPE, the solution is simple; take the sole trainee that will not debut with your brand new girl group, and use her to replace the missing vocalist in your male group that insisted on starting as nine.

Unfortunately, to the fans and the members themselves, it isn't that simple.

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The airport is a crush of bodies and phones and flashing cameras, staring you down as you follow Seungmin's back through the glass doors and try not to stutter under the weight of so many eyes on you at once.

It happens fast and yet also so very, very slow, every second dripping past so discernibly that you swear you can feel time moving around you. Every breath hitches in your lungs as you walk, every blink of your eyes blinded by the halogen lights overhead or the lense of another camera, searching for the face a manager has tried to hide for you under cap and hood and mask. The clothing is hot and stifling, the collar of your shirt suffocating where it is tucked into the black hoodie, the ends of your hair scratching at the back of your neck, but you're too scared to pull it down or to even look up, your eyes fixed on Seungmin's heels and the tails of the loose shirt he's pulled on just for this walk through the line of fire.

You'd looked for Chan when you'd gotten out of the car, gravitating naturally towards the leader (the one that had defended you online, the one that could look you in the eyes and tell you the truth and went out of his way to prove it the moment he had an opportunity), but he'd fallen back and you'd been steered towards the centre of the group, sticking to Seungmin's side instead. Seungmin was dependable too, like Changbin; unafraid of the crowds that pushed and pulled at each other and tried to lean in close as security shove their way through, and fiercely loyal when the situation called for it.

Seungmin doesn't look back though. He doesn't have time, when the hands to either side are reaching for him just as much as they do to shove you, when hired bodies keep nearly separating you as they move in circles around you, carrying out their job. You're not sure how you could feel so small and alone in such a large crowd of people, seen by so many eyes, but for a moment you do, and then-

An arm lands across the back of your neck, a hand resting casually over your shoulder, pulling you into someone's side. Felix, recogniseable by the soft blue jumper he's wearing and the blonde hair that pokes out from underneath his beanie. You have a feeling he's not supposed to do it, from the wicked gleam in his eye when he glances at you and the way that he marches onward, feet placed deliberately beside yours as if to challenge anyone to tear him away, but you can't find it in yourself to make an excuse and pull back, to walk on your own two feet. 

You were scared, after all; you are scared, even with the reassurance of the weight of his arm around your shoulders and the angle of his body blocking some of the cameras that angle and click and glare at you like if they stare hard enough, you might freely divulge your secrets. You've never seen a crowd like this before, so close and so...mob-like, uncontrolled and ready to roll over each other if it means getting their two seconds of fame, their photo that's unlike any other.

"I get scared too sometimes," Felix says, close enough to your ear that you can hear him over the mayhem. "Just keep walking. The faster we get there, the quicker it'll be over."

"Thanks, Felix," you say in return, but you don't think he can hear you over the crowd. 

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Eddie Munson's royal fuck-up

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 11

Prompt: Royalty AU

Rated: G

CW: none

Tags: Rockstar Eddie Munson; Royal Steve Harrington; Meet cute; Flirting; Secret Identity; Sort of angsty/open ending

"So, tommorow…" Chrissy says from behind the folder they've been provided. It looks so posh with its dark green binding, the royal sigil embossed on it in gold print. Eddie hates it. It probably thinks it's so much better than the other folders. "When you're introduced to Prince Steven, you're to address him as Your Royal Highness. After that, you call him Sir." 

"What, really? Dude, at least buy me dinner before we start with the kinky shit." 

Chrissy shoves his feet off the desk, which almost makes him topple off his chair. 

"Can you take this seriously? A royal visit is an important matter. We can certainly use the publicity-" 

Eddie's hand crashes down on the desk. "I'm a fucking rockstar, Chris. That ain't enough publicity? This place is my baby, mine. What does that royal asshole know about what it's like to have a rough childhood? He thinks he can come here, give a little speech, smile for the cameras, and suddenly it's all about him?" 

"What, now you care?" 

He whirls on her, but the look she gives him makes him freeze. Chrissy sighs. 

"Eds, you are so busy with the new album and the tour, you haven't even met the new volunteers. I said I'd manage the place, and that's fine. But you must trust me. Just do it for me. Please?" 

*

The skate park has new graffiti, and he hasn't even seen it yet. Eddie exhales his cigarette smoke and watches how it curls up to the sign spelling Hellfire Youth Center.

Maybe Chrissy is right. Maybe he should be here more. Maybe he's been so caught up in the whole fame and fortune thing, he's losing sight of what's important, like- 

"Watch out!" 

Like guys on skateboards barrelling towards him. 

Eddie throws up his hands. The guy tries to swerve, completely tips his precarious balance, and goes flying off the board and right into him. They land on the asphalt with an undignified oomph. 

"Shit, sorry," babbles the guy and tries to disentangle his limbs from Eddie’s. "Couldn't brake-" 

"S alright," Eddie hears himself say, even though his ass hurts like a bitch from the impact and he can already feel the bruises forming. "You can fall into my arms any time." 

Skateboard guy blinks up at him and - fuuuck, he's cute! In a scrungly, beanie-stuffed-over-chestnut-locks, black-rimmed-nerd-glasses kind of way. 

For a second, nobody says anything. 

"For fuck’s sake," someone swears, and then little Max Mayfield is running towards them, ginger braids jumping with the movement. "I told you to be careful." 

"Sorry," cutie with the glasses says again. Eddie has never seen him around. He must be one of the new volunteers Chrissy mentioned. "Guess I'll need to practice some mo- ow, shit!" 

His hands fly up to cradle his knee. There's a hole and a rapidly spreading bloodstain in the fabric of his jeans. 

"Oh fuck," Eddie says, and whips his bandana from his back pocket to press it to the wound. "Red, why don't you hop inside and get the first aid kit? I'll stay here with …" 

He trails off expectantly. Cutie's eyes go wide. 

"I, erm … Dustin." 

"I'll stay here with Dustin." 

*

Dustin, it turns out, isn't just cute, but also fun to talk to. He doesn’t gush about what a huge fan he is or ask for an autograph once. Eddie never thought he'd appreciate that one day, but it gets really old really quick. 

Instead, they jump from one topic to the next, sitting on one of the benches and watching Max go on her board. Dustin has a quick, sharp wit and isn't afraid to counter Eddie’s jabs with his own, delightfully bitchy sense of humor. Damn, to think he almost missed this one. He really needs to be around more.

"I love this place, y’know? You created something great for these kids." 

Eddie jerks to attention. The sun has started to dip, casting Dustin’s smile and the hair poking from his beanie in a soft golden light. 

"Thanks man," Eddie murmurs, and feels the bitterness boil back up. "Some people seem to think it needs better publicity, though." 

Dustin shuffles awkwardly, winces when the movement pulls on the Care Bears bandaids Max has plastered all over his knee. 

"You mean the royal visit?"

Eddie huffs. 

"Yeah, man. I mean, what are they expecting me to do, bow and grovel while his Royal Doucheness prances all over the place with his perfect hair and fancy suit and thank him for it? It's not like he cares about these kids, it's all just a gig to him."

Dustin draws his bottom lip between his teeth.

"You can't know that. Maybe he does care. Maybe he's-" 

Eddie barks a laugh. "Oh, give me a break. All the royals are good at is looking important and spending our tax money. I can fucking do without-" 

"Steve? We gotta leave, c'mon." 

They both whip around. A fancy black limousine with tinted windows has pulled up in the parking lot behind them. A gruff looking man is holding the back door open and looking at them expectantly. 

Dustin sighs and stands. 

"Coming, Hop." 

"Wait, wait, what?" Eddie babbles as he walks towards the car, shoulders in a sad little hunch. "What's going on? Who's that guy? Why's he calling you-" 

And then it clicks. 

"Oh fuck," Eddie says. 

Dustin … no, Steve … no, Steven - Crown Prince Steven fucking Harrington - gives him a tight smile while the man ushers him into the backseat. 

"Thank you for your time, Mr Munson, I'll see you tomorrow. I'll try not to be too much of a douchebag, I promise." 

The door clicks shut. 

The car glides away. 

Eddie buries his face in his palms. 

"Jesus fucking Christ. He's the fucking Prince."

Beside him, wheels grate on asphalt as Max brakes.

"Wow," she deadpans. "You're in some deep shit." 

Eddie groans. 

Tomorrow is gonna be a long-ass fucking day. 

Part 2

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[alxtiny]

Sea Glass | Choi Jongho x reader

Synopsis: where you and jongho go on a beach date and make a new friend

Pairing: choi jongho x gn!reader, domestic au

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1k

Warnings: none :)

Notes: happy late birthday jongho!! Once again i took too long :’) this is in honour of that one wanteez ep

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The beach was quieter than usual when you and Jongho pulled up to it, only a handful of people hanging around. The crisp winter air bit softly at your skin but it was soothed by the warmth of the afternoon sun. You inhaled deeply, the scent of ocean filling your lungs as you stepped out of the car.

Jongho smiled as he stretched, looking effortlessly handsome even in his simple and cozy outfit—a black knit shirt and cute beanie that kept him comfy in the cool breeze. His eyes crinkled slightly as he glanced at you. "Perfect day for the beach, isn’t it?"

"Absolutely." You gave him a grin, pulling your cardigan tighter around you before linking your arm with his as you both walked toward the shore.

You found a sweet spot close to the water but just far enough to make sure your date won’t get interrupted by the waves. Jongho laid out the picnic blanket you’d bought and set down the little basket of food, and you both sat down, the sea stretching out in front of you, and the sunlight glittering against the blue of the water. There was something special about the beach in winter—it was less crowded, and the sun wasn’t as harsh as it was in the summer.

For a while, you both sat there and just talked, simply enjoying each other's company, while the sound of the waves crashing in the background played like a slow song. You looked at Jongho endearingly as he talked, a halo of light surrounding his flyaway hair, to you he looked stunning and you remembered you'd brought along your polaroid camera, and pulled it out. Jongho noticed and smiled. He knew you liked to take it with you everywhere and of course create your own little collection of candid photographs.

"Are we starting a beach photo series now?" he teased.

"Maybe," you said with a laugh. "Let me take one of you first."

He got up and posed dramatically, squinting at the sun and placing his hand on his hip in a mock-model stance, which made you giggle as you snapped the picture. Once the photo developed, you handed it to him.

He chuckled at the result, shaking his head. "I look ridiculous."

"No, you look adorable," you insisted, reaching for his cheeks and squishing them.

You spent the next few minutes taking turns with the camera, capturing every happy moment, the way the sunlight kissed Jongho’s skin, and the playful way you ran around in the sand, your hair floating behind, and pure bliss etched on your face.

Then, you had an idea. "Hey, you know what we should do?" you asked, eyes gleaming with excitement.

Jongho raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"We should try to find pieces of sea glass that match the color of our eyes. Think of it like a little treasure hunt."

Jongho laughed, amused by your randomly interesting thought. "You totally got that idea from a reel. But I’m down."

You decided to split up, wandering over to opposite sides of the beach. You carefully scanned the ground, looking for something in the deep brown shade of Jongho’s eyes. You found a few pieces of brown sea glass, feeling pleased with yourself as you collected them in your hand.

After a while, you heard Jongho approaching behind you. You turned to face him, grinning proudly as you held out your hand. "Look! I found some that match your eyes."

"Nice, I like them," Jongho nodded approvingly. Then, his voice turned serious. "What about mine? Want to see what I found?"

"Of course! What'd you get?" you asked eagerly, eyes sparkling in anticipation.

Jongho slowly brought his hands from behind his back, his lips widening into his signature gummy smile as he revealed his ‘find.’ But instead of sea glass, he held up a small octopus that had wrapped its tentacles around his wrist.

Your jaw dropped, your eyes widening like saucers as you stared at the tiny creature. "Is that—Jongho, is that an octopus?!"

He burst out laughing at your reaction. "Do you like it?" he said, wiping tears from his eyes from laughing too hard.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter either, doubling over as you clutched your sides. The little octopus raised its arms as if it was offended, slowly trying to cutely crawl up Jongho's arm, wiggling its tentacles. You quickly grabbed your camera and snapped a picture, holding onto the precious moment.

After calming down, you carefully helped Jongho return the octopus to the water, watching it swim away into the waves, as you waved goodbye.

“That’s definitely one for the beach series album,” you said, still grinning.

Jongho nodded, rubbing his arm. “I didn’t expect to make a new friend today.”

As the sun began to lower in the sky, you decided it was time to head home. The drive back was peaceful, the sky painted in hues of pink and orange as the sun descended beyond the horizon. By the time you reached home, the last bit of daylight was fading, and the warmth of your apartment welcomed you in.

“Ramen?” Jongho suggested, glancing at you with a soft smile as he tugged on his beanie, placing it beside your cardigan.

You nodded enthusiastically. “That’s perfect.”

You both worked together in the kitchen, making quick bowls of instant ramen while the TV in the living room played some random drama. Once the food was ready, you settled down on the couch, cuddling up close to each other as you ate.

The sea glass you had collected earlier was placed in a small jar on the windowsill, right beside the photo of Jongho and the octopus. Every time you glanced at it, you couldn’t help but smile, reminiscing the events of the day and the new friend you made.

Jongho ate his noodles quietly, watching the screen with a concentrated look before turning to you. "You know, we should do random things like this more often."

"Agreed," you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Next time, let’s not go around picking up random animals though."

Jongho chuckled softly. "Deal."

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Adore Me (Seungcheol x reader)

Summary: You are to go on vacation with Choi Seungcheol, Scoups, a member of a popular Kpop group Seventeen as a videographer, recording his vacation in Japan alone.

Genre: fluff

its a work of fiction!

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"Your hair looks okay, stop playing with it" the manager chimes in while we get some lunch. Seungcheol hijacked the camera for himself in front of him, partially so you could focus on the food. you were grateful.

Seungcheol and you were acquaintance, you've shot with seventeen multiple of their behind the scenes YouTube content so the boys are familiar with you. But this vacation seemed a little extra burdensome. Going with just Cheol and his manager was a bit awkward. You were always awkward around Cheol. Maybe it was his aura that intimidated you. With the other members around it wasn't as tense. "It's too cold here, my lips are chapped" he says gobbling up the food in front of him.

"Eat y/n, the food's gonna get cold" the manager says to you.

"It's it hot, there's steam coming out of it" you mention with your eyes on the food wanting to eat but not burning yourself.

You gather courage and take a bit of the food, immediately regretting it, you could not feel your tongue. You let out an involuntary squeal.

"Yah yah!" Cheol hands you a glass of water, his glass of water.

"Thanks" you mutter under your breath. Unsure of if he heard it even.

___

After lunch, you head out to the snow festival, the first thing that catches your eye are the small snowmen made by kids, there were at least a 50 of them, they were too cute, you ended up taking an insert.

"Are these what the kids made?" a voice behind you startles you and makes you jump.

You put a hand over your chest, "you scared me"

He giggles.

You've never seen him giggle this up close. It was kinda cute. You get why there's people praying to have him.

He catches a small smile on your face. "That's the first time you've smiled at me all trip" he says causing you to blush a little bit.

"Let's get your making a snowman" you say quickly changing the subject and he squats to collect the snow to make one.

He balls up the snow and hunts for twigs to make limbs out of. A kind child comes up to him and offers the twigs he had. It makes your heart melt.

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The next day you head out to get some pictures in the beautiful snow. The manager felt sick from all the cold and could not make it. It made you nervous.

"Just some cute pictures for CARATs" He says and plops on the snow. He looked smaller than when he usually towers over you. Very pocket sized.

"Play with the snow, do something" you suggest. He ends up making a snow angel getting snow all over his beanie.

A couple more shots and you were done. He was on the snow and he tries to get up but couldn't. A chuckle escapes his lips embarrassed.

"My butt is frozen"

That makes you laugh too hard. You give him a hand not realising he is a huge man. He plops back down. He was now sulking while you laugh some more.

"You did that on purpose didn't you?"

"I didn't, I promise" you say and give him a hand again this time anchoring your feet in the snow a little better.

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You are now headed the museum music boxes. Cheol stops to take pictures here and there.

"Something's wrong, I can't get this to focus" he says sulking and bringing the camera to you.

You take a look while he was right next to you looking, the cold air from his breathing was fogging up the screen. "You're fogging the screen" you say pulling the camera away from him.

"But I wanna see" he whines.

He's very sulky for a 28 year old man. You found it cute.

You fix his focus and he was now a happy child.

You make it to the museum and you follow him around as he tries out every music box. The way he intently tried to listen to the music from the box admist the crowd and the noise was adorable. His eyebrows furrowed, trying really hard to concentrate. Sometimes his eyes widen like a child, surprised at the tune.

"What song is this?" he hums a tune unfamiliar to you.

You listen to it, trying hard to remember.

"I have no idea"

"ah! It's Celine Dion! Every night in my dreams.." he sings softly.

"How did you not recognise that? Are you new to earth?" he jokes, putting the clock down. You crack a smile.

"Guess I am an alien from the star"

After some more picture taking you head out for dinner. ____

"Is not just my trip, you're allowed to get pictures"

You were clicking some pictures on the streets of Cheol. He thought you should get some pictures as well.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, of course, it's a vacation" he states and takes the camera from you pushes you to the scene.

You awkwardly throw a peace sign as one does.

"Ma'am look here, look here" he acts like a paparazzi that makes you laugh a little. He clicks multiple candids of you laughing.

You check the photos and they've come out well.

"Maybe you should consider switching career, Mr. Choi" you tease.

The pictures were cute.

"It's all the subject of the photo" he compliments and makes your face red.

____

You hand him a chapstick at at the restaurant, you've come to have dinner. His chapped lips were bothering you too much.

"Why are you looking at my lips anyway"

"They're so chapped! Don't they hurt?"

"Aww you care about me"

You roll your eyes, "Whatever helps you sleep well tonight"

He opens his mouth to say something but on second thought stops. He hijacks the camera once again to place in front of him.

He gets a few clips of him eating while you annihilate the food in your plate.

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You were now walking back to the hotel, today was the last day of the vacation. You were a little bummed, Japan was beautiful, you made a promise to yourself mentally to come back here someday with your friends and family.

"How was this trip?" cheol's voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

"How was your trip?" you ask him, it was his trip. You were only an employee he hired at the end of the day.

"I had a relaxing trip"

"That's all that matters" you smile.

"That's not true"

"Why?"

You hear him inhale sharply.

"Did you not feel relaxed?"

"I did" you look at him confused, there was definitely an answer he wanted to hear, but you were unsure of it.

"Good" he says, looking satisfied with himself.

"Dokyeom told me you've been running around a lot lately" he starts.

"I have, there's so much content to edit, I've just been cooped up in my studio"

"I know, I thought this trip will do you good"

"What do you mean?" you stop at your tracks looking at him. He stops too.

"I asked for you specifically to come with me to shoot me"

You were touched and confused at the same time. "Why'd you do that?"

"I don't know, I thought you could use a break"

You smile at him appreciatively. "That's sweet of you, I didn't think you would do that" you add.

"What makes you say that?"

"It's just you have this aura"

"Have you been scared of me all this while?"

"Of course not!" you don't sound convincing at all.

He laughs at the lack of conviction.

"I hope you're not scared of me anymore"

"You're actually very adorable" it just slips out of your mouth as you defended yourself.

"why, thank you" he says confidently with his ears going red, either because of your compliment or the cold. You weren't sure.

"I hope you continue to adore me"

"I will"

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What about 🐱 or 🐶 for any of the 141 boys? I’d love to see something with pets or animals in general.

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•Ghost•

•Female reader•

“Don’t be mad.” You said softly shutting the door behind you.

“The amount of times I’ve heard that.” Simon groaned quietly. “What’s it now?”

You poked your head out from the entry way.

“I need to tell you a story first.” You insisted, still not revealing yourself. Simon put his book down, setting his reading glasses in his lap. His face was blank, but if you squinted you swore there was a hint of amusement. “I was walking Riley and as we were passing she asked me if she could have a sister.”

“You never told me you could talk Riley.” Simon sighed, resting his chin on his fist. The large german shepherd next to you looked between the two of you.

“So of course I couldn’t say no to that little face.” You baby talked patting Riley on the head.

“Of course.” Simon said in faux agreement. “Rip it off like a band aid sweetheart.”

“Here’s Ruby!” You smiled widely, stepping out of the entryway. In you arms there was a medium sized brown tabby cat. The greying around her face gave away her age. She seemed more than content curled up against your chest, her head nestled between your shoulder and cheek.

“It’s a cat.” Simon said slowly. It’s not that he didn’t like cats- he just had never had one before.

“It’s our cat!” You corrected, bouncing over to the unsure Brit. “She’s just the sweetest and she’s been at the pet store for three years because no one wants an older cat.” Your bottom lip stuck out, your eyes big and wet.

“Oi.” Simon grumbled, grabbing you by your hips resting you on his knee. “Ruby?” Simon checked. The cat lifted her head from your shoulder staring at him with big yellow eyes. You stared at him with equally big eyes. You knew he wouldn’t refuse you- or make you take her back, but you did want his approval. “There’s so many women in my house.” Simon said finally. You giggled and rested your head under his chin.

“Are you complaining?”

“No.” Simon said quickly. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

•Price•

•GN Reader•

“Think you’ve gotten enough pictures?”

“One more.” You snickered. John grumbled something under his breath, cringing as the flash of your camera went off again. While doing a deep dive on the internet you came across a dog beanie- one that looked exactly like John’s. This wonderful discover led to a photo shoot in your living room, with your husband and oversized sheep dog sitting neatly on the couch in matching hats. You had always joked about how they kind of looked a like- now you had proof.

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My Little Saesang (Part 2)

chubby reader x idol jungkook

Summary: Y/N had been a super fan for a while. Some would say bordering on saesang or creep level. She didn't think she was one, till she experienced an incident that made her stop being a fan. She had never thought that Jungkook or any of BTS ever noticed her, as she was part of the masses of obsessive fans. But they had. Especially, one doe eyed idol in particular. He never thought he would miss his fan, or shall we say saesang. Yet, he couldn't help but notice her absence. He took her comforting presence, her kind eyes, hair disheveled in excitement, and wide smile for granted. And he didn't know when her presence started to matter to him so much. When exactly did she become such a constant in his life?

Disclaimer: The Jungkook represented in this fic does not reflect the true actions or thoughts of the real life Jungkook. Please treat this fic as exactly what it is, fiction

Triggers: Critique of fandom culture and kpop as a whole, identity crisis, eventual smut

Note: Not proofread. Slated to be approximately 4 parts or less.

Jungkook POV

It took me about two weeks, but I did start to notice her absence. I never got her real name. But I and all the other members christened her with the moniker of strawberry shortcake, for how tiny and chubby she was, and also how flushed her entire face and neck become as she jumped up and down to our songs. We called her berry or SS for short. The few fans we had from the beginning, we either knew their actual names or had little nicknames to commemorate them.

She was a fan of the entire group, but I knew I was her bias, and so did the other members. It was obvious, the way she left tiny gifts wrapped in gold and red ( as though it were perpetually christmas year round for her) addressed towards me. She even took fancams of me, her eyes furtively moving along my body , gasping when she caught sight of my abs over the years. I wouldn't deny that sometimes I played up my antics for the camera just so I could catch her mouth wide open in an "O" petrified in shock as she bopped her head up and down manically.

Berry was not there. And it was starting to really bother me. It shouldn't in fact. She shouldn't matter that much to me. Yet, I always had her in my corner since debut. I always had her eyes on me, watching over me. It felt comforting even though she had gotten a little too close for comfort twice or thrice by accosting me with gifts on sets of music video shoots or backstage. Her specialty was with desserts. She would always leave me coffee infused brownies and tres leche cake towards the end of the year right in front of the HYBE building, addressed to me specifically with a cheery little note wishing me for christmas and new years.

And now I was staring at the entire crowd at MusicBank, surveying the area to see her familiar face. She was usually in the first row, bopping her light stick in an erratic manner, mouthing the lyrics to the song, staring at me with excited eyes that lit up with glee. The girl really didn't seem to love material things, because she would always wear the same red beanie and pearl earrings I had been seeing for the past 5 years. Her clothes were always a nondescript black or brown shade, pants and a sweater. She never really donned feminine clothes in all the years I had noticed her.

As I looked for her, I could only find her associate, the ARMY who always stuck by her, who we had named Specs. The tall, lithe limbed girl glared at me. It felt like she was piercing daggers through my skull as she squinted though her black thick framed glasses. She had always had a smile on her face, and now she looked so angry. Yoongi always had a tiny crush on her. She had supported him for ages, even paying for his meals many times when he was still a trainee. Why was she so indignant?

Before I could start questioning all of this even further, Yoongi came up to me with a hand on my shoulder, noticing Specs, "How is my baby doing? And why the hell is she glaring at you like you murdered her first born child? Did you do anything to her?", he questioned in a worried tone of voice. I answered back, "Of course not. I don't really interact with fans that personally. You know that hyung".

He continued quizzically, raising one eye brow up, "Where is berry? My baby Specs is alone today? You really must've done something to fuck things up. She isn't even looking at me. Totally ignoring me. The hell, she usually smiles softly at me and today she looks like somebody pissed on her breakfast. What gives"?

I had no idea what was going on. Our loyal fans for years, people who we didn't necessarily consider saesangs, but just sort of obsessive in their devotion, were either not present or ignoring us. What the hell was becoming of this fandom?!!!!

That's when I saw Berry push through the crowd. And I was so shook, that an earthquake could've come through and swallowed me up and I wouldn't have cared. Berry was dressed in a peach colored floral fit and flare dress with her customary pearls in her ears and what looked like heels on. The only way I knew was that she looked taller than usual. She had a floral ribbon in her hair, lip gloss on, eye make up on point. What the hell was she up to all of a sudden?

Her hair was streaming down her back in waves, loosened from the customary ponytail I saw all the time. She hugged Specs and a few other armies who I noticed she always had around with her. She kissed another army in a wheelchair on the cheek, plopping a pastry box in her hands and wrapping her neck with a scarf. With the deadest look in her eyes, lifeless and devoid of the usual pretty sparkle, she stared at me, as though it were some sort of messed up farewell. WTF??!!! Why did this feel like a good bye? She just looked so done.

She didn't smile at me or any of the members. She gave her light stick to another baby Army in 3rd row, she looked back once wistfully, and left the place through the door.

Where the fuck was she going?!!!?!

After the performance, dreading the fact that Berry left right in the beginning (something she had never done even once in the past years) , I walked up to Specs in the front row. The gangly girl looked super shocked to see me right up in front of her. I squeaked out in mild panic, "Where is your friend? She looked all dressed up and cute today. Does she have plans or something?"

The initial shock wore off on Specs face as something akin to irritation filtered through, "She has a date today , with a coworker I believe. That's why she is dressed up. But you don't need to know that. Today was her official last day as active super fan. She is still a fan, but she's decided to convert from offline to online fan. That's it". Specs said all this with a finality that started freaking me out. I stuttered, "SS-S-S-S-he became an online fan. Meaning, she won't show up in person to our events anymore"?

Specs muttered derisively, "Do you not understand anything I just said. Korean is your first language right? I just told you she is done being such an avid fan". She snorted, looking tired with a distant glaze in her eyes , "Maybe even I should stop. I am getting too old for this shit. My mom keeps telling me to get married, and here I am attending all this stuff, obsessing over millionaires who have more money than I ever could in my life. I am becoming an old fucking lady and I don't even have a husband or family of my own. I guess all of us older armies might need to redirect our lives back towards ourselves".

She stomped away after that remark. Yoongi ran up to me as I walked back stage. He inquired , "Is Specs still there? I was going to ask her for her number".

I grumbled out with my hands on my head, "She left hyung. So did berry, a while ago. I think we are losing our OG fans. Berry never left me once in the last few years. Even when we became so famous in the US, she never stopped attending my events, even some of the big ones in the US. What went so wrong that she is quitting?"

Yoongi choked in confusion, "You mean to tell me that both Specs and Berry are quitting. They ain't even that old, maybe late 20s. Oh no, fuck!!! My baby, Specs, I never told her how much she meant to me. What did she say?" Yoongi, shook my arm hard, trying to squeeze answer out at me. "She said that she is becoming too old for this and maybe she should get married soon, because her mother is pressuring her".

Yoongi's eyes popped wide open, panic and fear evident in his eyes, squeaking, "WTFFFFF. Since when did they give up on us like this? I can't let Specs go. She has been with me before I was famous , looking like a homeless dude, and even now. I have to get her back!!!! The fuck, I need to talk to the ARMY fanclub president for her contact". He scurried off in anxiety, leaving me back to stew in sadness. What had I done so wrong for Berry to leave me after so many years? Something must've ticked her off. Shit, the chocolate. It all hit me in a frenzy. It was the Godiva chocolate. That limited edition Christmas chocolate she had left for me that day on set.

It had been one of the hardest days in my schedule, and just seeing her face had made it all better. But the irritation had gotten to me, and in my anger at being hangry on a diet, I had thrown the chocolate in the trash. Oh no. Wait. A dreadful thought entered my head. What if she thought, that it was my rejection of her support and love as a fan? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She probably thought I hated her or something when it was just a bad day.

What bothered me even more, was that she had skipped my event to attend a date. A date with a guy who was not me. This thought filtered through my head, and I froze. Why did it aggravate me so much that she was on a date with another dude? Then I imagined her soft eyes, gleaming with love as she stared at another guy, kissed him on the cheek, sharing a chocolate cake with him and partaking in a chocolate-fililed kiss on the lips.

I felt like literally crying. I don't know why I did. But, I just did. I had to find her no matter what and I had to do it fast, before she gave up on me.

Y/N POV

The date had been fine. Jung-shik had been a cute guy, all brown curls , shy smiles and blushes. He was one of the art managers at KBS who I had met at the bakery. We talked about work, music, and art, eating cheese cake at a cake cafe. He had been a true gentleman, asking me what I wanted to have and opening the door for me, even going so far as to drop me near the bus station.

I sat at the bus station, waiting for my ride back at him when I saw a billboard of the sexy man himself, Jungkook. I could never escape this guy it seemed, even in death. I had felt his stare at me and Kim Hee today. It was odd, he never stared at individual fans like. He did that with particularly beautiful Armys---total models and divas I tell you. But, never with me. Even Yoongi stared at Kim Hee like they had three kids together, like she was coming home with him, like she was married to him---as much as that girl liked to deny it.

I never felt him even acknowledge me, with a glance, till today. I could feel the smoldering presence digging into my skin. Probably cause I dressed up for once today. As I was about to get on the bus that had pulled in, I saw a flash of black fluffy hair.

Before I could get on the bus, a strong sturdy vascular hand encircled my wrist, stopping me from getting on. Looking up at this man's face, I realized who it was. Doe eyes pierced into my face with a cutting glare, a sneer on his face, chewed up lips contorting in anger and ......something that felt like envy, "Who the hell did you go on a date with Berry? You better not be giving my chocolates away to anyone else".

[bangtanhoneys]

J-Hope & Grace: I'm Your Hope

It had been utterly hilarious to stand there, front and centre, and watch what was Hobi’s welcome home speech. It had been a lovely thing to do where he thanked everyone and now that he was properly home, he could relax and get on with the couple of schedules that had been planned when he last had a few days off. 

However, as Seokjin had learnt when he finally walked through the door to the home he shared with Grace, it was hard to adapt from life with strict times and ways to being completely free and at your own pace.

This is why Hobi packed a small bag and grabbed a pillow from his bed. There was just a little too much comfort, just a little too much silence, just a little too much freedom for his liking. It was not even twenty-four hours since his discharge and yet already he was struggling. Of course, the military had warned them that this would be a thing everyone experienced and the more you went about your daily life, the more used to being at home you would feel.

But for Hobi, he knew the only person right now who could give him any kind of encouragement was Seokjin and the only person who could give him that sisterly comfort was not even his own sister, but Grace.

The knock on the door surprised the two and made them wary, as they hadn’t expected anyone to pop over unannounced. Dinner was being cooked in the kitchen, the TV in the background was playing some kind of reality show and Grace was already in her pyjamas. 

A wary (but scared) Seokjin checked the door cameras and immediately relaxed. Quick as a flash, leaving behind a confused Grace, Seokjin pulled the door open: “Oh J-Hope!”

Grace laughed to herself and automatically got another bowl out, adding a pair of chopsticks to the table with a glass and popped her head around the doorway.

In typical J-Hope style, glasses and beanie on, there was a Louis Vitton bag with a fluffy pillow on top and a pair of sliders by the door. 

“Ah hyung, oh Gigi!” Hobi was apologetic at first but turned increasingly happy when he got a look at Grace, as if he hadn’t seen her only hours before.

“You planning on moving in?” she asked, chuckling when she found herself wrapped up in a typical Hobi hug.

Seokjin brought the bag over with the pillow, took one look at what he was holding and immediately turned to head upstairs to the spare room. He knew, better than anyone, what was currently running through his dongsaeng’s head. Back in the kitchen and the dining room, Grace was plating up the food and Hobi, ever helpful, was bringing it to the table. 

“You can stay as long as you like,” she was saying as Seokjin returned. “Maybe you can help this one with Run!Jin,” Grace nodded in her partner’s direction and grinned at the scoff she got in return. 

“I had already planned on kidnapping our hope.”

Hobi frowned, having kind of been aware of the plan, but not fully understanding the plan behind it. It was over plating up a bit of kimchi that Grace showed him the video of what Seokjin had planned to do.

“Jwan,” Hobi complained.

“J-Hope!”

Dinner was a long affair of bouncing back and forth ideas for shows, concerts, Grace’s own solo tour, Seokjin’s solo album, the planned kidnapping, the military and the like. By the time it was finished and dessert had warmed his belly, Hobi finally felt like he was home and away from his strict military life.

“Her cooking will do that,” Seokjin grinned as he led Hobi to the spare bedroom where Min-ji had been waiting. 

“Ah, do you want me to move him?” his hyung asked, watching as Hobi spread out the clothes that he had packed with staying for two days in mind. 

“No, I’ve kind of missed him,” Hobi smiled as the cat came over to wander around everyone’s favourite sunshine and then settled on the chair in the corner. 

“Right,” Seokjin gave the cat a beady eye for which he got a stare in return. “Well, you know where the bathroom is and you know where Grace and I are so just come running if you need us.”

“Hyung, I’m not scared of anything anymore.”

That would have been true if the two of them hadn’t jumped when Grace knocked on the door and popped her head around. “All settled?” she asked, walking in and pretending not to notice Seokjin trying to calm his beating heart after the little jump scare.

“I will be. Thank you for letting me stay here Gigi, the apartment was a bit too quiet,” J-Hope sighed as he sat on the bed. 

“I can imagine. Jin needed a video playing in the background of nature songs to get him to sleep the first night he came home.” 

The second eldest playfully glared, shook his fist at J-Hope then left them to it. 

“But you’re back now,” Grace smiled as she smoothed down the covers of the bed. 

It didn’t take Hobi long to settle and with the covers tucked up to his chin, the bedside lamp on (for now), Grace picked up Min-Ji and waited at the door.

The last time she had spent time like this with her sunshine was over six months ago and she wondered if he would remember but ever the one to remember all the members quirks, nicknames and pastimes, BTS’ sunshine and dance leader proved that he was back (at least to Grace.)

“I’m your hope,” he started.

“Your my hope,” she replied with a grin.

“I’m J-Hope.”

[ms-oswald]

starry night | aemond targaryen

author's note: my first aemond fic to officially write - though not the first one that came to me (👀). hopefully, this will be enjoyable. spotify has the playlist from the expo. you can listen to it while reading or not. all up to you :) lots of love & stay safe 💕

      She was unbothered by the crowd, her ears soothed by the soft orchestra as its violin and cello strings swiftly danced through her headphones, the item covering the entirety of her cartilage.  

Her focus was given to the timeless masterpiece, her gaze following the road of the paintbrush as it retraced the softness of the model’s curves; from afar, she had the sight to detect the faintest of details.  

Even in-cased by thick glass where soft glare could be reflected at times, she could still depict the colors colliding with such ease from the forms of the background to the veil she wore, down to her right hand resting over her left wrist.  

She was taken by the art until a presence quietly made itself known by her side; to her left stood a tall man. He bore a pronounced jawline, platinum hair and from the corner of her eyes, she could depict a hint of lavender decorating his right iris. He was slender and held himself with his arms behind his back as he gave his attention to the painting in front of him, ignoring the commotion of the cameras and the people surrounding them.  

Removing her headset, it rested around her neck when she heard a soft grunt, a little ‘hm’. She smiled, biting the corner of her bottom lip as she dropped her head down, stifling a chortle. She then turned her head to the man as he spoke under his breath. 

“She is overrated.” His gaze hadn’t moved, his words disappearing into the collective but not to her.  

“Then why are you here?”  

Her tone wasn’t accusatory. Instead, she was indulging him almost, amused at the fact he still stood and stared at Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa.  

He was taken aback by her comment, not having realized she had heard him. He turned his head to her and huffed - almost a chuckle - as the corner of his lips curved upwards. “Good point.” 

She turned her eyes back to the painting, her head slightly tilting as she searched for her words. “I find her… intriguing.” The man remained put, his one good eye reverting to the piece of art that hung a few feet away from them. “She is hiding a secret, forever kept in the back books of history.” 

He chuckled, not fully impressed by her remark. He thought it generic even though he knew, in the back of his mind, it was made to amuse him. “That is what everyone is saying.”  

The lopsided grin won him over, her eyes meeting his. “Doesn’t mean it isn’t true.” She had quickly glanced to his injured eye, the color now a simple faded crystal blue. It didn’t bother her, and no reaction had come from her, which he silently appreciated. 

He inspected her as she, once again, looked away. She wore a wool wrapped coat that covered her down passed her knees, the belt tightened around her waist. Her hair looked almost disheveled from the knitted beanie she had removed, though her locks covered her gracefully as they rested around her while highlighting the shades of her eyes. 

He saw the headphones around her neck and smiled to himself; his own pair were held captive in his coat pocket. 

They stood for a few more minutes in silence, looking ahead at the painting.  

She was ready to move on but lingered, not wanting to part ways with the man standing next to her. 

He had grown annoyed with the crowd, desperate to leave the herd, but refrained as he was not ready to separate from her just yet. 

She picked her phone out of her pocket and looked at the time, the clock dangling above her paused playlist. She then pivoted to him, biting down her lip as she gathered courage to speak to him again. 

He noticed her changed position and peered at her, entranced by her stature. She had placed her arms behind her back, close to rocking on her toes as she quickly scanned the people around her before setting her eyes on him again. 

Inquisitive and hopeful, she held her breath. 

“This might be a bit forward, but… how do you feel about Van Gogh?” 

      It was overwhelming to say the least. 

Diving headfirst, they were transported into a new reality, surrounded by moving images, the projectors guiding them across the several rooms that inhabited Van Gogh’s life through his works of art.  

Submerged under the rays of colors, bathing under their illuminating glow, they were consumed by the sensory experience; bodies were wrapped within the various masterpieces, from the elegant portraits to the hundreds of landscapes. The duo was entranced into captivation as the musical score resonated from wall to wall, catching the essence of the paintings into its staff where the clefs kept the notes afloat with the shifts and swirls of the artist’s hopes and dreams.  

He was buried under the cascading lights, their intensity following the waves of the moving pictures. He was lost in his own amazement, in the thrill and sheer emotional rollercoaster he had embarked on; he enjoyed these works in passing, but only now could he truly understand the man’s pain.  

He turned around, his sight taking in the floating petals washed away by the wind to the waves of the oceans, to the ogling stares of portraits and voiced-out letters, until he eventually saw his companion. 

She stood a few feet away, intently staring at Van Gogh’s Self Portrait with a Pipe, when he was pulled in. 

She had been staring at it for a while, her eyes never wavering away from the man’s stare as he would blink while the smoke of his pipe danced in the air. She couldn’t tell what it was that shook her, what made her tremble to her very core, when she broke down. Silently tearing up, the old man was looking down at her as melancholy soaked his eyes, the gaze — a feathered touch of poignancy. 

Her guest was befuddled at his sight, to find her quietly crying in the dark was perplexing. He couldn’t have known the truth behind her tears, the reason her emotions strangled her through the music. The heartbreak she endured months ago, when she was forced to part ways with her fiancé due to his indiscretions — she had finally let the bourgeoning storm find her, drowning her in her impending ache. 

“Are you alright?” He approached her, worried while she remained frozen in front of the portrait.  

“Y-yes!” She had forgotten about her surroundings, his inquiry pushing her away from her trance. “Sorry about that. I don’t know what happened…” She let out a broken chuckle as she wiped the tears that strung across the corners of her eyes.  

“Was it the painting?” He was still curious, wanting to understand the circumstances of her gentle unraveling. 

She tilted her head to him, offering him a small smile. “I think the painting just brought it out of me.” 

As she spoke, the old man went away, the projectors continuing their route as they rode the audience into other works, welcoming them with more notable pieces, such as Starry Night. 

She took a deep breath, finding herself a seat on a bench and watched the stars move around them from across the four walls to the ground, right under their feet. 

The instruments’ chords brought her back to her trance, leaving only the boy in their shared reality.  

He could only stare at her, the echoes of her voice quieting down the static noise that lived in his head; all was now left unplugged, creating utter deafness.  

It was peaceful, and he felt he could finally breathe. 

He watched her in awe, the variation of blues etched across the sky where the golden stars warmed the hues; she was absorbed by the landscape as if she had been part of the picture itself.  

He was enthralled by her presence, the feelings thrumming against his heart and rekindling the spark of a dying flame, the embers laying low within the desert of ash around them. 

It had been way too long since he last felt this way.  

The heat raised his skin, shivers covering his entire body as he stuck to her, unable to partake in the rest of the exposition any longer. He had lost himself in her, taking in the way she had been immersed in the moving brushstrokes as they danced and rippled to her every footstep, her ability to appreciate the works around her, her knowledge of these renderings, the connection she had built by the simple look just enough to bring her to tears. 

All he could do was take her in, like fresh air, and admire the work of art that stood in front of him.  

      And then the lights went out, the room once again diving into the darkness until a voice was heard above their heads, reading out loud the written words that were shared between the painter and his brother. 

The young man was pulled out of his reverie and looked away from her, taking in a slow breath to calm the bombardments in his chest. 

His mind was still quiet, which he thanked.  

It had been a while since he could last hear himself think. 

But even now it seemed, his words strung nonsense. 

The woman had taken his senses captive, luring him into complete ignorant bliss, and he loved it. 

The expo, eventually over, the ending was presented with simple sentences that were etched across the walls.  

They made their way towards the exit, both parties reluctant to walk away from one another. 

She turned to look at him, catching a glimpse of his bi-colored gaze into her sight. She held her breath, enjoying the way the remaining lights captured the shades of his irises into perfect harmony.  

Afraid to end the momentum, he took the lead and stepped forward, though not too close as to invade her personal space.  

“I would like to see you again.” He spoke gently, carefully, patiently waiting for her response. His words were not a request, nor were they imposing. 

She smiled, flattered. “I’ll make room in my schedule, then.”  

Questions were not part of their relationship; they always held affirmative back-and-forth instead, knowing that inquiring was unnecessary.  

“I’m honoured.” He spoke up, cheekiness underlaid in his tone as he indulged her with his infamous smirk, the one that always made her bite the inside of her cheek to hold herself back. 

She grinned at him, dropping the playful charade they have been sharing this evening. 

“It was nice to see you again, Aemond…” She sighed, content. “It’s been too long.” 

He nodded, pensive. “It has.” 

He had missed her terribly.  

They lost touch in the last few years. She had moved away after getting engaged and started a new life on the other side of the world while he was left alone, their love for each other withering away before it had a chance to bloom, the dirt drying up without water. 

Silence hung between them, like a friend wrapping its arms around the couple’s shoulders in a joint trio. 

She then spoke again, biting her lip in thought. “I’m not really ready to go yet, and god knows I could use some air…” She let out a breath, her courage gathered on the tip of her tongue. “Do you want to go and get some coffee? We could catch up.” 

He agreed to her proposition, marching towards the door as he opened it for her, inviting her into the cool air of the city’s night. 

She smiled and graciously walked through before he followed her. 

They stepped outside meeting the dim lit stars and their moon hovering above them; the golden colours were present whereas the blue had been transformed into its reality counterpart - pure darkness wearing an essence of sublimity instead of its usual malevolence. 

Side by side, they took their time walking down the streets, his name tickling her lips into a softening smile. It was better than any orchestra, he thought, the composition of her voice alone making him feel like a spectator at his own opera show, his lost love becoming the conductor of their renewed symphony. 

The past caught up to them, taking them left and right without a real destination anymore. 

The roads were open, the warmth of their encounter illuminated under a starry night. 

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a/n: the exposition was based on something I attended. Loved it. If you need an outing and this happens in your city, go for it. You don't have to be an art advocate, or even really know Van Gogh in depth to appreciate his work and this immersive experience. It's overwhelmingly beautiful (does that make sense?) and worth the 1-2h :)

[bestsiblingstournament]

Maya & Mia VS Franky & Iceberg

Part B, Round 1, Match-Up 2

(Image description: two animated female-presenting characters smile at someone off-screen. The one on the left is wearing business clothes, but has an unrealistic amount of cleavage on display. She's wearing a necklace with a blue 9 on it. Her hair is brown. The character on the right is wearing a purple piece of traditional east-asian clothing, and a gold version of the same necklace. Her hair is black and done up in an intricate way. End description)

(Image description: an animated image of two male-presenting characters in front of a wall with a bookshelf. The one on the left is standing and has a brown book in his hands. He has blue hair and what seems like tattoos on his arms, and is wearing a white beanie, a dark blue tank top, and gray jeans. The one on the right is sitting, and as his hands behind his head. He has spiky light blue hair, and glasses which are on his forehead instead of in front of his eyes. He's wearing an open short-sleeve orange button-up with wobbly black stripes on it. He is no wearing any shirt under that. Both of them are looking at the camera like they are unpleased / annoyed and have been interrupted. At the bottom, there's a white subtitle that reads "Hm?" End description)

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[arlana-likes-to-write]

Hey I absolutely love your writing! I had an idea for the big sister! universe if you’re interested. Maybe sometime after Natasha and Yelena escape but before the red room falls reader is on a mission and has a close call with Natasha and Yelena who are on their own mission. Reader has to find a way to keep them safe without them finding out she’s there while still trying to complete her own mission. Just a thought - feel free to use it if you want to! Hope you’re having a good day!

I am so sorry this took me forever to write! But I hope you like it. I do love this little AU

A Helping Hand

Black Widow Sister Masterlist

Warning: mention of human, implied physical torture

Word Count: 2.8k

2013 Edinburgh 

It was rare that Dreykov sent you on a mission. He liked to keep you close so he could keep an eye on you. If he needed to do work for him another Widow was dispatched to retrieve them and your part of the job was done in the Red Room. So it was a nice change of pace as you sat in the safe house; looking down at the street and sipping on coffee. You felt like you were on vacation. The mission was simple. You were tasked with observing a politician by the name of Benjamin Taylor. Everything you learned was to be reported directly to Dreykov. The miss was below your kill level but you learned quickly to never question an order. Your safe house was near Benjamin’s home. You already put mics and cameras in his home and office. You were listening to him get ready for the day. It was disgustingly cute as you listened to him joke around with his wife. 

You’ve been following him for 2 days so you’ve had his routine memorized. You placed your cup down and grabbed your messenger back. It was 8:25, he would be leaving for his office at 8:30. You put your headphones in, a beanie on, and headed out. You were able to copy his phone when you bumped into him at a cafe. You had to admit if the Red Room didn’t send you on a mission you couldn’t have guessed Benjamin was dirty. Today, you hoped it was going to be different. He was meeting with Elijah Brown, from your research you could find nothing on him. Not even a passport. 

Benjamin left his home and headed to his office. It was a 30-minute walk which gave you time to think. Mostly your thoughts were about the mission but sometimes your mind would wander. You pretended you were a normal person on your way to work or a student who was going to a nearby cafe to study. Those thoughts made you lonely. Benjamin entered his office building and you walked to the cafe not far. You had time before he got to his office. You listened to him greet everyone that worked for him. He did it every morning. You ordered a small breakfast and found a quiet table in the corner. You pulled out your tablet, plugging your headphones in there instead of your phone. You pulled up the security footage. Benjamin was sitting on the corner of his secretary's desk. You fully believed he was having an affair with her. You took a few books and notebooks out of your bag. Your cover was a student. A waitress placed a glass of water and a coffee down and you thanked her with a smile. You readjusted the tablet so no one would see it. He finally went into his office. 

You were mindlessly listening to him talk phone calls and answer emails. As he went about his day, you were skimming through your textbooks and ate the food you ordered. The books were about the various languages in Asia. You found the topic fascinating. “Your 9:30 is here, sir.” You closed the book and focused on the security camera. 

“Thank you, Holly.” She nodded with a smile and held the door open as a man walked in. His hair was dirty blonde, cut in a military style. He was wearing an all-black suit and you could tell he was carrying a gun at his side. Holly closed the door. It was like a switch flipped in Benjamin’s personality. His smile fell and a dark look was in his eyes. “It’s dangerous for you to be showing your face around here.” 

“We have a problem,” you took a screenshot of the man’s face and put it through facial recognition software. In no time you found the man’s real name; Hans Meyer. It was a name you recognized. He was a big player in a human trafficking ring. 

“Oh Mr. Taylor, what have we got yourself into?” You mumbled. You saw the waitress walking over to you and you took your headphones off. 

“Can I get you anything else?” She asked, collecting your empty dishes. 

“I’m all set,” you added an English accent. It was such a flawless switch. “But can I stay here until I’m done with my assignment?” You added with a smile. 

“Of course,” her smile was flirtatious. “I’ll bring you some coffee.” She left and you were able to focus back on Benjamin and his guest. 

“How is that my fault?” Benjamin asked. Hans poured himself coffee and faced the politician.

“It is your job to cover our tracks. Do I have to remind you what will happen if you fail?” Hans asked. Benjamin’s jaw clenched. A new cup was set on your table. You smiled but didn’t take your eyes off the screen. 

“Leave her out of this.” You wondered if he was referring to his wife. “I’ll figure it out. The Avengers won’t find them.” You felt your stomach flip. The Avengers were here. It was impossible for you to not hear that name without thinking about your sisters. You shook your head and focused on the conversation. You didn’t have time to think about your sisters. 

*

You were hunched over your desk with your tablet and papers. You were trying to find a paper trail to Benjamin and Hans. He was good. To the untrained eye, all his paperwork was in order but you were better. Benjamin was hiding requests from Hans and his organization deep within legislation he was signing off on. He was doing this all in the name of not protecting his wife but his daughter from a previous relationship. You understood the feeling of looking into the eyes of the devil and signing your life away. Your stomach growled. It was dinner time and the last meal you ate was at the cafe. Benjamin was home, eating his dinner. You put your phone and wallet in the pocket of your jeans and one headphone in your ear so you could still listen in. You weren’t going far, just down to the corner store to get a quick dinner. As you walked on the sidewalk and the brisk night air caused goosebumps to form on your arm, your mind traveled to the Avengers. Were they interested in Hans’ trafficking ring? If so, who were they going to send in to deal with it? The shop owner greeted you when the bell on the door announced your entrance. You said hello back and wandered through the isles. You were lost in your world, eyeing the different instant noodles and listening to the Taylors talk about the weather, you barely register the bell ringing and two sets of footsteps entering the small shop. On instinct, you put your hood up to cover your face. “No ice cream,” the voice made all the air leave your lungs. It’s been years since you’ve heard her voice. Natasha. 

“Maria would let me get ice cream,” it’s been even longer since you’ve heard her voice. Yelena. Panic filled your body, an emotion you’ve not felt in a long time. You glanced to the right and saw them walk past the aisle you were in. They made no indication they saw you. You needed to get out of here. You grabbed a random instant noodle and headed for the counter. “Excuse me?” Yelena’s voice directed at you made you freeze. “You dropped this.” You turned around and stared at the blonde. She was holding your wallet. 

“Merci,” you said and took your wallet. You swore you saw a flash of recognition in her eyes but it was gone quickly. “Passe une bonne journee (have a great day).” You went to pay for your noodles, grabbing a bottle of water and a chocolate bar. You thanked the older woman and left the store, quickly walking back to the safe house. You were in a lot of trouble. 

*

So the mission changed for you. You gave your reports to Dreykov but you left out small details, mainly that the Avengers were now involved. You fed on everything Benjamin said to find out his plan. He knew that the Avengers were in the city but he didn’t know who, that was good. You choose a different spot to listen to as he talked with Hans. “I have a plan,” Benjamin said. “But I need some of your men.” 

“I’m listening.” He didn’t reveal his plan right away as if he was thinking it through. 

“They are interested in our warehouse near the docks. I think we should move the merchandise and set a trap for them,” your stomach filled at the word ‘merchandise’ knowing very well he meant girls. The German stared at the politician. 

“When do you want this little trap to take place?” He asked. 

“Tonight,” he said. “If all goes to plan the world will have two fewer Avengers.” 

*

You changed into your tactical suit and loaded up for the mission. You made sure to listen to the conversation about where they were moving the girls. You wrote a note and put all the information you found on Hans’ organization on a flash drive to leave for your sisters. You put it in your pocket and headed for the factory. You had to time this perfectly. Too soon then they could be alerted and the girls were going to be put in danger. On the other hand, if you were too late Natasha and Yelena were going to talk into a trap. You sighed, placing a mask over your face, and waited.   

It was 10:15 when you decided to strike. You snuck near the factory and looked through the window. You counted 10 men, you thought there would have been more. This was the hardest part for you. In your mind, you knew these men were bad but it was still hard to justify it. You were still taking a life. You let out a steady breath and snuck into the factory. The goal was to eliminate them quickly and quietly. The first man you came upon you eliminated quickly. He barely struggled and you gently set his body to the ground. You made it through two more guards when a body was found and all hell broke loose. You switched to your guns. They knew you were here so you might as well go loud. 

It was quick work. They barely put up a fight. You grabbed a chair and set it in the middle of the main room. You placed the note and flash drive on it and left. Now you just needed your sisters to show up.  

*

“Calm down,” Natasha said, as she drove up to the factory. Yelena was buzzing with permission jitters as she readied her pistols and Widow Bites. 

“Sorry,” she mumbled. “Just nerves.” Natasha chuckled, shaking her head. 

“Don’t be. You are going to do great.” Yelena smiled at her sister as she stopped the car. Yelena took a steady breath and followed Natasha out of the car. She mirrored her sister and took her gun out. They were expecting a small fight but nothing two Black Widows couldn’t handle. Yelena positioned herself on the wall next to the door. Natasha nodded her head, silently asking her if she was ready, and Yelena nodded back. The redhead opened the door. They pointed their guns into the room but Yelena lowered her gun at the sight. 

“Looks like we missed the fight,” she said. Natasha didn’t lower her gun as they walked further in. Yelena stepped over the bodies. 

“We should check out the rest of the building,” Yelena heard her sister and silently agreed but she was distracted by a chair. She moved towards it. “Yelena!”

“Yeah, I hear you. Come check this out.” She picked up a note and a flash drive. ‘The girls aren’t here. They were moved. Everything you’ll need is on this flash drive.’ She handed the note to Natasha. “Do we trust it?” The older Black Widow read it over. 

“I’m not sure,” she pocketed it. “But let’s clear the building and we’ll check it.” Yelena nodded. She had a weird feeling as if they were being watched. 

*

2013 Red Room 

“Can you tell us what happened?” Dreykov asked. You stood at attention as he placed pictures of the bloodshed that took place at the factory. “Who killed these men?” You could lie and tell him you didn’t know or blame it on the Avengers. He was waiting for an answer. Something clicked in your brain. “They worked for me. So I am going to ask you again. Who killed my men?”

“Why did you send me on this mission?” You asked. He didn't say anything. The mission was below your skill level. “Did you know they would be there?” His jaw clenched. 

“You are here to answer questions, not ask them.” He motioned to someone behind you and you were hit in the back of your knees. You fell, biting down the groan in pain. You looked up at him.

“I killed them,” you said. “And for Red Room men they were worthless.”

“Take her away,” he ordered without hesitation. Hands grabbed you by the arm and pulled you to your feet. You were in trouble but couldn’t help but smile. 

*

2017 Upstate New York; Avengers Compound 

You were sitting on the couch as the nature documentary played on the screen. Yelena sat down next to you with a bowl of popcorn. You took a handful. “I didn’t say you could have any.” You rolled your eyes. 

“You’ll be okay.” You joked and you were about to take more but Yelena grabbed your hand, tracing a few scars she could see. She focused on one scar on your wrist. 

“Where did you get this one?” She asked. You looked at the scar she was asking about. You didn’t remember how you got every scar, you had too many. But you did remember this one. 

“Punishment,” you said with a smile. “I killed some lower-level Red Room guards on a mission.” You looked at your sister. “In Edinburgh 2013.” She must have given herself whiplash on how fast she looked at you. 

“Natasha and I were in Edinburgh in 2013.”

“I know,” you said softly. “Taylor and Meyer knew you there. That factory was a trap. They were going to kill you.” Yelena stared at you, her mouth slightly open. 

“That was you,” she whispered. “And-and at that little market. I thought I recognized you.” You nodded. “Why didn’t you say anything?” You became interested in the ring that they gave you for your birthday. You spun it around your finger. You weren’t sure how to tell her the truth. “Tell me.” 

“I couldn't, Yelena,” you looked at the blonde. “We were both in the middle of our own mission. I didn’t think it was the best time for a family reunion especially when you and Natasha didn’t come back and look for me.” She frowned and looked back at the TV. There was a thick tension between the two of you. “I’m sorry.” You weren’t sure why you were apologizing. 

“I asked about you,” she said finally. “It was hard to remember you but I dreamt about you all the time. Natasha said you were better off without us.” You nodded. That sounded a lot like your sister. She looked at you. “I’m sorry.” 

“I’m not mad at you or Natasha, malen'koye solnyshko (little sun),” you put her arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to you. “Natasha did what she thought was best for you and her. I’m not upset. I’m happy.” She pulled away from the small embrace and looked at you. 

“I will never understand you,” she said. The statement made your eyes widen. “I don’t understand how you can be so forgiving after everything you’ve gone through.” You shrugged and focused back on the TV. The soothing voice of David Attenborough was talking about the migrating cycle of a mother blue whale and her baby. 

“I can’t change the pass. So why focus on it and have it ruin my future.” Yelena laughed, shaking her head, and settled back next to you. 

“Was that the only mission where you helped us?” You smiled. 

“I think so. Now quiet, I am listening to David Attenborough give me facts about whales.” Yelena shook her head with a smile. You kept glancing at Yelena throughout the documentary and you were grateful that Dreykov sent you on that mission. 

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***

Daniel watched Lando wander up the long driveway from the security cameras, pressing the button on the gate to let her into the courtyard, then the lock on the front door when she reached the steps. She had a starry-eyed wonder in her face, an enchantment borne from innocence. To her, everything in Daniel’s life must have been a novelty. He almost felt guilty about inviting her here, now that he’d seen just what effect his lifestyle had on the poor girl.

Lando’s tail was twitching uncontrollably when Daniel finally entered the foyer to meet her for the first time. Daniel wondered to himself if she’d never learned to control her instincts the way his kind were trained to practically from birth, or whether she was just so overwhelmed that she wasn’t aware that her body was betraying her.

“Would you like a cup of tea, lemonade?” Daniel asked with a friendly smile. “Water?”

“Water would be great, thanks,” Lando replied in a breathy voice. She followed him into the kitchen, her hands barely peeking out from under the sleeves of her sweater, making her look even smaller than she was. She waited for Daniel to hand her the glass and then took a careful sip before opening her mouth to speak once more. “Look, I’m—I’m not really sure that I should be here,” she told him.

Daniel raised an eyebrow and leaned back against the countertop. He crossed his arms over his chest, keenly conscious of the way Lando’s pupils dilated in response to the threat that her biology perceived him as. “You can always leave if you aren’t comfortable,” he replied. “I won’t be offended.”

Lando shook her head minutely. “It’s not you,” she said, her voice even quieter now. “It’s just…. Well, you should have seen the way people looked at me on the train.”

“Hat didn’t help?” Daniel asked, nodding toward the knit beanie covering her ears.

“I picked it up before I took a cab up here,” Lando explained. Her flush deepened with every word. “I don’t know that it would’ve made much of a difference anyway, though. I mean, you can smell me, can’t you?”

Daniel had been able to smell her the second that she’d set foot inside his home, but it felt rude to say as much, so he settled for a simple nod in agreement. “There’s not anything repulsive about it, contrary to the stereotypes,” he informed her. “It’s just different than what we’re used to.”

Lando glanced down at her feet, her fingers still picking at the sleeves of her sweater. “Some people don’t like different,” she pointed out.

“And some people do.” Daniel pushed away from the countertop, taking a step toward Lando instead. She didn’t look outwardly alarmed by his closeness, but he could detect a shift in her pheromones indicating that on some level, at least, she was a little bit afraid of him. “That’s actually why I wanted to speak with you.”

Lando squinted up at him, her eyebrows drawing together in confusion. “What do you mean?” she asked. “I thought this was about a job.”

“It is,” Daniel assured her. “And I do think your design work is quite good, but….”

“But?”

“I’m a producer,” Daniel admitted. “I actually…I wasn’t entirely honest about the reason I wanted to bring you here.”

“What are you trying to say?” Lando demanded. Her pupils were blown out now, her long tawny tail bristling as it swished back and forth over her shoulders. Daniel had the sense that she was just mere seconds from bolting straight out the front door if he didn’t give her an explanation that felt satisfactory.

“I’ve seen your videos,” Daniel said.

Lando’s tail poofed out to twice its size as her expression went cold. “I’m leaving,” she said stiffly.

Daniel had to grab her arm to keep her from going. “Wait,” he pleaded. “Just wait, okay? I didn’t want to be entirely honest with you at first because I thought you wouldn’t meet with me if I told you up front that I was subscribed to you.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better about you lying to me?” Lando asked. She made an attempt to tug her arm away from Daniel’s vise-like hold, but to no avail. “Seriously?”

“I did want to talk to you about a job,” Daniel explained hastily. “It just isn’t the one I told you about in our emails.”

Lando suddenly stopped, turning her head to focus on Daniel again with a newly curious expression. Curious like a cat, Daniel thought to himself with a touch of humor.

“What job?” Lando asked in a slow voice.

Daniel cautiously let go of her wrist and gestured to the open door to his study. “I’d be happy to explain the details,” he told her. “I’ll pay for your ride home either way.”

Lando waited another second, sucking in a deep breath and holding it for a moment before finally nodding and proceeding into Daniel’s study. She seated herself in the armchair on the side of the desk facing the door, curling her legs up under herself and twisting into a position that would have been uncomfortable for anyone of canine persuasion. She seemed more at ease now that she was seated than she had in Daniel’s kitchen, however, and he took that as a positive sign as he sat himself down on the other side of the desk.

“Like I said before,” Daniel began again, “I’m a producer.”

“Okay…” Lando replied uncertainly. She put a finger to her lips and began gnawing at one of her fingernails without any care for how it might look to Daniel, who chose to ignore it as he continued.

“I make porn,” Daniel said bluntly. He watched as Lando’s expression rapidly changed from confusion to shock. “Specifically, knotting porn. And I want to hire you for a new VOD series.”

Lando blinked a few times as she stared at Daniel in disbelief. “But I’m…. Cross-species penetration is illegal in porn.”

“Not as of three weeks from now.” Daniel had expected that Lando wouldn’t be the type to have her thumb on the pulse of legislative politics, so he’d pulled up the press release on his phone before she’d arrived. He passed it to her, watching as the light of realization dawned on her.

Fairly soon, people were going to start cashing in on videos of young feline women like Lando lifting their tails to take canine knots. Daniel was planning on being the first out of the gate.

“Why me?” Lando said after she’d read her fill. She lifted her head, allowing her eyes to meet Daniel’s once more.

“I was impressed with your solo work,” Daniel told her. “And if you don’t mind my being a bit crass about it, you seemed a little more enthusiastic about the uh, size, of your toys than most of the other girls on KittyCams.”

Lando went beet red, perhaps remembering the way she’d forced a knotting dildo inside herself just last week—as close as anyone could get to the real thing before the new legislation went into effect. Daniel had been impressed with her tenacity when he’d watched the video, even if the dildo had been a few shades smaller than what she could actually expect to encounter if she took Daniel up on his job offer.

“I’m…flattered,” Lando managed. She’d somehow compacted herself even more in Daniel’s armchair, making herself a fraction of her true size. “But I’ve never…I haven’t ever slept with a canid before.”

Daniel’s eyes widened, his head cocking to the side as he processed her statement. That was a surprise to him; he’d assumed she was rather experienced judging from the amount of canid-on-felid roleplay that her customers seemed so partial to.

“Would you like to?” Daniel asked, before he could think better of it.

Lando sat up slightly. “What?”

Daniel braced his hands on the desk and leaned forward, toward Lando. “Would you like to?” he repeated, emphasizing every single word.

Lando’s quiet ‘yes’ didn’t come as such a surprise.

Daniel had seen Lando naked more times than he could count in the last month, but it was different seeing her like this, having her here in front of him, painfully real and close enough to touch. She was olive-toned everywhere except her nipples, a dark brown, and Daniel followed the milk lines down her torso with his tongue before ending up between her thighs.

She was already wet enough for his fingers, but Daniel ate her out anyway, lapping over her clit and dipping his tongue inside her until she was shaking, mewling, and crying. She was tight when he finally pushed into her with his fingers, and for a moment, Daniel was worried that she wouldn’t be able to take his cock, but then he recalled her videos, the way she’d split herself open on more than this with relative ease.

Still, he knew it wouldn’t be easy to knot her in the end. Slow and steady, he reminded himself.

One of the things Daniel had liked most about Lando’s videos was her voice. The way she yowled from the back of her throat, raw and husky, when he finally bottomed out inside her made every hair on the back of his neck stand up. He could feel himself getting rougher with every thrust, nearly sending her into the headboard every time he slammed into her.

“Can I come inside you?” Daniel asked through harsh, panting breaths as he fucked her.

Lando nodded, her pupils slitted now, eyes heavy-lidded and sleepy.

“Can I knot you?” Daniel asked again, unable to keep the desperation out of his voice.

Lando answered with a throaty mewl as she bucked up into him, her clawed fingernails digging into Daniel’s lower back, pulling him into her like she needed him even deeper.

When Daniel felt his knot starting to pull at the entrance to her pussy, he slowed down the pace of his thrusts, using Lando’s frantic gasping as a gauge for just how much she could take. He fucked her shallowly as the base of his cock swelled larger and larger. He was about halfway there when Lando’s eyes suddenly flew open, her tail flailing wildly underneath her.

“Take it out,” she begged. “It’s too big.”

“I can’t,” Daniel said gently. “It’ll hurt you if I try. Just breathe, okay? You’re almost there.”

He pushed himself into her as deeply as he could, trying to relieve some of the pressure. He reached down between them with one hand and gently rubbed at her clit, trying to force her to relax just a little.

Lando’s pussy was almost painfully tight around his knot as it swelled even further, and he could tell she’d hit the breaking point when her fingers suddenly dug into his sides, drawing blood. Tit for tat, he supposed. She was justified in hurting him a little, too.

Daniel laid on top of her and remained as still as possible as he flooded her with come, listening to the frantic beating of her heart as they both waited it out. He felt a bit dizzy afterwards, overcome with a torrent of endorphins, but Lando still hadn’t come once since he’d eaten her out, and Daniel wanted to give her a treat before she had to go.

“Sore?” he asked after pulling out of her, leaving her pussy gaping open as soon as his knot was yanked free.

Lando nodded. “Just a little achy,” she informed him.

Daniel carefully turned her over onto her stomach and then probed at her with his fingers before slipping them back inside. “This okay?” he asked.

Lando closed her eyes and nodded again, her cheek pressed against the pillows. “Mhmm.”

“Good.” Daniel pressed hard against her G-spot, making her tail whip around wildly as she let out a loud yowl. “I know you can squirt like this,” Daniel told her as he continued to massage the same spot with his fingers, moving them in a rhythmic motion he practically had memorized. “I’ve seen you do it.”

It was less than thirty seconds before Lando’s cunt tightened up around his fingers as she drenched Daniel’s hand and his sheets. He pulled out of her with a satisfied smirk and helped Lando roll back over again.

“See you in three weeks?” he asked, wanting to confirm what he already knew.

Lando let out a loud, shuddering breath. “I think I need a bit more practice, actually,” she told him. “How about Tuesday?”

“Tuesday’s perfect.”

[girl-in-a-bubbl3]

Glamrock Monty (FNAF) x Reader Part 3

Notes:

AU Fanfic/NonCanon

Takes place after the fire

Animatronics are redesigned sorta

Sun/Moon are the same animatronic

Will probably be some spicy parts so...18+

No use of y/n, your name is Beanie now

Will probably be multiple relationships (I love Monty and Sun/Moon both way too much plz don't make me choose)

You made your way towards Gator Golf from the Daycare. It was on your way to Rockstar Row so you figured you’d at least swing in there first to see if Monty was hanging around in his favorite area. The animatronics weren’t confined to their green rooms like they used to be. You made it very clear that they were free to go and do as they chose. They were, unfortunately, still confined to the Plex as a whole but that was something you weren't sure the world was entirely prepared for right now.

Heading into the main Gator Golf doors surrounded by cardboard cutouts of the band and random ‘on theme’ foliage, you were blanketed by the shine of the green neon lights and sounds of the faux gators that would occasionally pop out of their pools to give players more of a challenge.

You had so much fun rebuilding this area. The sights and sounds and even the slight smell of…rain. There were so many parts that your team flawlessly put together to create the most perfect ‘bayou’ for the scaled animatronic. You’ve always been obsessed with anything crocodilian anyway so you really got to nerd out during the whole process.

You waved at the staff bots that wizzed past you, almost barreling you down. You looked back and watched them whirl away, a look of confusion on your face. You shook your head and continued on, wondering what was going on with them. Which, funnily enough, you were about to get your answer when some sort of identified item flew past the archway at the end of the little side hall.

You sped up across the bright green carpet as you were eager to see who was already messing up your work. You were firing yourself up to give them a very large piece of your mind when you turned the corner and saw none other than the big, green animatronic himself. You were just in time to see him throw a FazCam at super speed towards the last bot that was racing towards the door. He narrowly avoided the novelty camera so it flew past, clocking one of the big green neon signs and shattering part of the glass at the bottom corner.

“HEY!”

You were furious. What in the absolute hell would make him do that?!

Monty whipped around at the sound of your voice and locked eyes with you, narrowing them and letting out a low growl.

“Oh. It’s you.”

“Damn right it’s me. What the hell was that about?!”

“Don’t ya even think that you can bounce up in here and yell at me!” Monty roared, storming up to you.

Monty was used to intimidating people. Bossing them around. Throwing tantrums. That was just a part of the code that ingrained itself and made it into his personality. But you knew that. So you weren’t afraid of Monty (at least not really). You planted your feet and readied yourself for whatever issue Monty had.

“I came in here to check and see if you needed anything, Montgomery, until I saw you terrorizing staff bots!”

He eyed you for a moment like he was measuring you up before he leaned down and got nose to nose with you. You could see the neon glinting off of the sheen of his razor sharp teeth as he flashed a predatory smile.

“I need ya to go back to ya little office and mind your business.”

“Or what?” You narrowed your eyes, glaring up at him. Challenging Montgomery Gator was not on your list of things that would potentially happen today but you almost weren’t surprised because of his previous (and current) reports. You were surprised that he was throwing his attitude around so early. Over the last few months he had already received a few complaint reports but you brushed them off until you could talk to him yourself. And now the reports were definitely making a little more sense.

Monty stiffened and then let out a low chuckle. “Oh sugar…”

Before you could even react to what or why he said that, you felt his hands grip around your waist and just as quickly as he grabbed you, you felt the claw of his thumb slightly dig into your hip as he pushed you.

Not very hard, but just enough to cause you to stumble and trip backwards, right into one of the little ponds of water that was scattered out around the golf course. Water immediately went up your nose as you were unprepared for the submersion. You panic splashed until it dawned on you that you were only in water that was about 2 ft deep. Standing quickly, you coughed and sputtered, getting your breath back. You quickly looked around for the 7 ft gator to really give him a piece of your mind when you saw him exiting through the little hidden side door that went into the vast maze of underground tunnels.

“Montgomery!” You yelled out at the top of your lungs.

He briefly stopped and looked back at you. Right before he continued on through the door, he locked eyes with you across the massive area and flashed that dangerous grin.

“Nice glasses!”

You were left standing in the pond, soaking wet, completely dumbfounded.

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Monty knew he would probably regret that later. He had only been online for 3 months and already the reports were coming in about his behavior. But if they would just leave him alone, then there wouldn't be any problems. He wasn’t going to be some show pony anymore. Monty cringed remembering what they first told him when they came back online.

'Things will be different now with the new owner.' 'So much more freedom.' 'No more harassment from the human staff.'

What a joke. Already Monty had two run-ins with a couple of mechanics and it wasn't even his fault. They didn't like the gators new upgrades. Called him creepy and started criticizing the new owner girl. Monty didn't understand why she wasn't here when they woke up, if she loved the place so much. And her attitude? Yeah, they were going to have problems. Monty was done being pushed around for fear of being decommissioned.

He strolled around the tunnels in areas that only he was familiar with. The regular staff usually avoided the lower tunnels altogether because of the loose Endo rumors. He had never seen one down here so he didn’t put much stock into the tales.

He came to a cross section with a few different openings that branched out. The one on the far left would take him back to his green room on RSR. As he went to take a tiny step towards the archway, Monty stopped and briefly stared down the tunnel to the right of him. He contemplated for a moment, rolled his eyes at his thoughts, and started down the tunnel on the right, headed straight towards the maintenance door on the far end that adjoined to another door that led to one of the many gift shops.

Monty just trudged along. Humans get sick if they’re wet and cold. And it was pretty chilly in the Plex… She was going to need a change of clothes. And if she was actually going to maybe stick to what she promised, then Monty didn’t want her dying of pneumonia or something just as serious.

At least that’s what he told himself to hide how he really felt.

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You sat and steamed in your desk chair. You hadn’t bothered to grab a change of clothes from the multitude of shops in the plex because you were just that angry. Instead you decided to stomp through the atrium all the way back to your office, halting other employees with a shake of your head when they turned to ask questions about your sopping state, the now heavy green ponytail shaking off water droplets every time you moved.

You had already typed a message on your FazWatch to have the technicians clean and repair the shattered sign that was the handy work of Monty himself

You were upset for a multitude of reasons. One being that you let him get to you. You knew how he was from looking at the statements from others but you choose to look past that and give him the benefit of the doubt. Which is now the reason why you’re sitting in your office soaking wet. You hadn’t expected things to go perfect, you honestly didn’t know what you expected, but it wasn’t being drenched in pseudo pond water on your first day back.

And two, your pride was hurt. Monty was always your favorite animatronic. Knowing that you didn’t automatically win his favor definitely knocked you down a few pegs. You even wore your favorite glasses today that mimicked his own. You felt very silly now because of it.

You really weren’t sure what to even do. How do you punish an animatronic when you’ve made it clear that no one will punish them? You started to feel so stupid. It was completely your own fault for thinking a famously unruly gator would automatically change just because there were new people in the mix.

You were half way through a sigh when you jumped at a sudden and loud knock at the door. You stood and shivered, the chill of the Plex finally sinking in and it was only enhanced by the dampness of your clothes. Opening the door you were absolutely shocked to see the guilty gator on the other side of your door frame.

You looked up to see fabric hanging from the end of an outstretched claw.

“Here.” Monty huffed, through gritted teeth. “Wouldn’t want ya to catch a cold and die before you really get to run this place.”

Your face morphed from sudden shock to a shy but warm smile as you plucked whatever outfit it was from the tip of his claw. Monty was known for his bad decisions, but he definitely wasn’t known for regretting them or making up to the people he got into it with. You still weren’t sure what to do, but this was progress. And any progress was amazing, especially with Montgomery Gator.

“Thank you, Monty.” You beamed up at him, your anger gone. “But if you lay hands on me again, we’re going to have problems.”

Monty held up his hands in mock surrender while letting out a rumbling chuckle. “No promises, sugar.”

He put special emphasis on his new name for you.

“It’s Beanie. You’d do well to remember that, Montgomery Gator.” You sounded stern but you were just teasing him. You liked watching his eyes narrow and that grin spread like he was moments from eating you alive and enjoying every bit of it. No thrill you’ve ever gotten before compared to the feeling you got from him and you wanted more.

Monty took one hand to push his long, bright red hair back while he used his other to push his glasses further up on his face. His expression relaxed into one of lazy confidence as he slowly looked you over.

"I think I'll remember just fine." He mumbled, eyes locking back on yours before he chuckled again and turned to start his walk back down the hall.

You shook your head and had to stop yourself from giggling. Looking down at the clothes in your hands, you started to unfold them to actually see what he grabbed you. When you finally saw the images on the front, you couldn't help but laugh.

Of course he would get you a Montgomery Gator pajama set.

It would have to do while you washed and dried your clothes. You didn't even want to consider what the other employees are going to think when they look at your chic new outfit. Very professional. Very boss babe.

Just as you were heading to your room to change, you got a ping on your FazWatch. Looking down to check, you saw a text from Sun.

tea party? 🧁

You quickly typed out a response as your excitement rose, especially at seeing the cupcake. You definitely assumed there were going to be pastries and you could always go for something sweet.

sure! let me check in with the other GRs and i'll head that way :)

you can maybe also possibly invite them too if you want <3 :))

You giggled more at Sun's progressive use of emojis.

sounds great! i'll text you when we're on the way :) <3

Well this was certainly an exciting first day.

To be continued...

Author's Notes:

Ahhhh it's hereeee. More foundation mostly so I'm sorry about that but because you guys have had to wait so long I'm going to put some heavy fluff and maybe spicy parts in the next chapter or two. Things have leveled out so much more in my life so I'm going to try and at least upload weekly like I originally said! And I will definitely be continuing the Bonnie story, as well, but I need to find a better way to separate the stories on my page. I'll play around with that and see what I can do. Also I got approved to post on AO3 so I will start adding chapters there too!! If you would like my user on there just let me know :) Missed hearing from you guys and I just want to say thank you to everyone who's following along. Much love <3

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

Clone of Mischief: Spider Trio x Loki Clone child reader part 2.

The spider trio realest the clone and found out her name.

The spider trio began fighting the agents and scientists, they managed to knock a few out but cocooned most of them "now to get this kid out of here" Spider-Man said pushing a big red button that said "open chamber." as he pressed it the liquid ran down a drain and they saw the kid more clearly she had S/C skin, Black fading to silver and pastel green hair in a braid, she had on a green T-shirt, black leggings, barefooted, and she was connected to lots of wires with an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth "she's so tiny and fragile." Silk said in sympathy "guys I found her files" Scarlett spider said "Scar, how do you know if those are hers?" Spider-Man asked until Scarlett spider pointed at a name label on the glass chamber saying "experiment Y/N." Silk read out loud "how did I not noticed that?" Spider-Man asked himself as he made his way to the girl now known as Y/N.

She slowly began opening her eyes, The trio was amazed with them one eye was green with a silver outline the other was silver with a green outline but the cool part was her pupils instead of them being rounded they were star shaped, she had a look of curiosity in her mix match eyes then she spoked "hello?" The trio smiled and replied "hello." the three decided to take their mask off but before doing so they webbed the cameras and knocked out guards for safety measures then they took off their mask "I'm Peter and this is MJ and Ned, what's your name?" The girl smiled the most adorable smile they've ever seen and said "Y/N." she got up and they see her run to a metal door with an outside lock, she unlocked the door and they followed her in to see a small room with only a bed with white sheets and a green stuffed bunny on it, a bookcase with books, novels, and manga and a single nightstand with a lab top on top of it.

They see her come out of a changing curtain wearing an oversized pastel green, black, and silver hoodie, a matching horned beanie with Xoxo stitched into it, pastel green and black striped stockings and silver sneakers, she took out four backpacks a legend of Zelda bag, a kingdom hearts bag, a Star Wars bag, and a lord of the rings bag, they packed up her books, novels, manga, her few T-shirts, shorts, socks, jeans, and lab-top with the charger she then grabbed her stuffed bunny and a star shaped pendant with an emerald on it, Peter picked Y/N up (surprised by how light she is) with one of her bags strapped to his shoulder, MJ grabbed another bag, and Ned grabbed the last two then they swung out of their.

When they finally got to their apartment (yes MJ and Ned now live with Peter and May) Aunt May was already there "ahh hey guys how was patrol and who is this little cutie?" She asked "h...hello I'm Y/N" she said shy "you guys must be hungry I brought pizza, I didn't feel like cooking, but before we eat I wanna have a talk with you three, Y/N sweetie you can wash up in the bathroom ok."" the child nodded "explain!" May said crossing her arms the trio took a deep breath and prepared for a lecture Peter went first  "we saw a HYDRA van drive around here.", then Ned went "we followed it to the sewers." then MJ "then we found an underground laboratory in the abandoned underground subway" then all of them "we found her in the lab took out the people and saved her." then all of them said more like screamed "PLEASE DON'T TELL MR STARKS OR THE OTHER AVENGERS." May was surprisingly calm "all right I won't tell but please be carful next time what you three did was dangerous, reckless, and stupid, but I'm proud of you for saving an experiment that could be helpful." May said smiling "but please wash up before eating." the three thanked her "we'd give you a hug but." Peter didn't get to finish as May pushed them to the bathroom "and one of you give Y/N a bath".

After the bath all of them changed into PJ's.

Peter wore Star Wars pj bottoms and a cheesy math pun T-shirt, Ned wore Darth Vader cosplay pjs, MJ wore grey sweatpants and a black T-Shirt, Y/N wore Peter's old Green basketball shorts and his old Star Wars T-shirt that May accidentally shrunk and forgot to throw away, but what worried May was the bandaging she saw on the kids wrist and ankles, May wore one of uncle Ben's T-shirts and black leggings, they ate a good dinner of pizza and watched "the Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug", (my favorite chapter in the Hobbit Saga) "This is so badass." Peter said amazed "I can't believe we've been missing out on this." Ned said in awe "great movie choice kiddo." MJ praised ruffling Y/N's head after the movie everyone went to bed.

[imaginidol]

Heeseung: "A pearl to a diamond is like the sun to a moon. And it just so happens to be the way I feel about you..."

"Come here," Heeseung smiles, pulling his beanie off.

"What are you gonna do?" You look at his expression carefully, noting a slight sense of mischief inside of him.

"Close your eyes," he says, and you do as you're told.

You hear a shuffling movement and suddenly, he's tugged his beanie over your head, completely covering your eyes.

"Heeseung! What are you doing!?" you laugh, wanting to pull the beanie off your eyes, but his playful grip wouldn't allow it.

"We're five minutes away, and I don't want you to know where I'm taking you!" The soft sounds of his laughter makes your heart skip a beat, because you really have no clue where the boy you were crushing so hard on had decided to designate your first official date.

You and Heeseung had met at a pretty little sherbet shop downtown. One evening, you had decided to go alone to watch your favorite show on your laptop while treating yourself to a sweet dessert. It had been one of your most difficult weeks of school yet, and you felt like this particular night called for a rainbow-flavored sherbet, as you had officially taken your last final of the semester.

What you didn't expect, however, was for the pretty, awkward boy who walked in to swipe several glances at you, unable to keep his eyes away. The truth was, he had actually found you pleasantly attractive, and had a congenial surprise when he noticed that you'd also been eating his favorite flavored sherbet. It wasn't long before he delivered a pretty smile in your direction, and you agreed to return a smile of mutual interest.

Let's just say, you hit it off well and talked practically until closing time, agreeing to stay in touch afterwards. Ten months had passed since then, but regardless of his busy schedule of performances, photoshoots, interviews, recordings, and more, he not once stopped thinking about you. He really felt like the time had come to finally ask you out on an official date, now determined more than ever to confess his feelings.

You feel the car coming to a stop, the noise outside becoming quieter, and finally, he speaks up. "Okay, we're here."

He gently pulls his beanie off your head, while quickly taking advantage of holding your face in the process of doing so. Oh, how he loved that.

"We're at an aquarium!!" you gasped in delight and excitement, eager to see what would await you both inside.

—

"This is so beautiful, Heeseung," you smile, your hands touching the cool glass around you. I've never felt so at peace, you think.

Heeseung smiles, and you both spend the following hours lazily walking around, admiring each and every marine animal in sight. Every clownfish, octopus, sea turtle, starfish, and seahorse surrounding you brought a sense of serenity and peace for both you and him. Nothing was more rewarding than getting to hold his arm while you walked when he wanted to show you something. You'd whisper random and amusing things to each other after every sight, your favorite running joke of the night being pointing at strange, weird fish and giggling, "That's you!"

"Look over here," you point towards a long tube of jellyfish. "I'm gonna take a picture."

Heeseung smiles as you pull out your phone and watches as you carefully adjust your camera exposure to get the best quality.

"I want a picture too, then," he says, and turns around towards a different tank. "Come here," he whispers, and you follow excitedly.

He set his phone timer against another wall, and you both had a moment of enjoyment between posing for photos after photos, some sweet and some silly, laughing and making snarky comments under your breaths whenever someone walked in front and ruined your pictures.

Heeseung takes his phone back to look through them, when suddenly he walks closer to you and whispers into your ear.

"Do a finger-heart with me," he says, and you laugh at the innocence in his request.

His laughter fills you with happiness, as yours does to him. You watch in amusement at a yellow tang swimming next to you, followed by a multitude of purple tangs.

"They're so beautiful, Heeseung," you whisper, pointing innocently at the pretty fishies swimming through.

If only you knew how badly I want to say that to you right now, he thought to himself. Why do I even get shy around you anymore? We're close friends already... but I wish you were more than just a friend...

Damn, you're just so beautiful.

"Heeseung?" the sound of your voice interrupts his train of thoughts. "Are you okay?"

"Wha- Yeah? Yeah, I'm okay, why?"

"Oh, you probably didn't hear me, then. I was asking if you knew where the sharks were."

"Sharks?"

"Yeah, I want to see them swim over us!"

He nods in excitement, extending his hand towards you. It is an invitation you gladly take, and soon enough, you're trotting happily behind him towards the shark tank.

You approach a large tunnel with a grandiose collection of sharks, fish, eels, and other large animals. You look up in awe and amazement, but not noticing that Heeseung was rather admiring you.

"You know," you whisper, taking a short step away from the glass walls. "I don't think I remember the last time I visited an aquarium. I forgot just how beautiful they can be. Thank you, Heeseung."

"I wanted our first date to stand out a little bit," he whispers, "because I... I wanted to ask you something important."

Your eyes look up and meet his, your heart skipping several heavy beats.

"I, uh," Heeseung places his hands into his jacket pockets, his feet fidgeting nervously. "I wanted to say..."

"Is it something important?" you tilt your head to the side.

If only you knew just how important it is, actually, Heeseung hums to himself internally.

"We've known each other for a good while now, and you've... you've become one of my closest friends," Heeseung's voice cracks at the last syllable. "I wanted to... I wanted... to..."

Why am I so nervous around you? Damn, don't mess this up.

Suddenly, he feels the gentle touch of your hand around his forearm. You smile sweetly, one that he can't help but want to cry for.

How are you so... lovely? Just say it!

"I wanted to confess that I think I've fallen in love with you," he blurts quickly, unable to stop himself and a thin layer of sweat form on his forehead.

He bites his lip hard, holding his breath as tight as he could, not knowing what your response would be.

But, you start giggling.

What's so funny?

"Heeseung," you smile, your eyes glimmering brightly under the light of the water. "I don't think you know how long I've been waiting to hear that from you, because I think I'm in love with you, too."

He sighs in relief at the sounds of your words, opening his arms out to you and inviting you into a long, warm hug. He kisses the side of your head, your cheek, your neck, softly and lovingly, not wanting to let go.

Now why was that so hard? My love is mine. I can't believe my love is finally...

finally mine.

You share kisses against his cheek, feeling the warm flush of fluster taking over him as he hugs you tighter, mutually returning the small pecks all over your face.

You both inch your lips closer, and you feel the edge of his touch yours, both mouths about to clash gracefully into each other, when suddenly—

"Wait, I just remembered," he says, pulling away. "I have something for you."

You step back and watch him pull out a small black cloth bag, one very elegantly sown together.

"I want you to be officially mine tonight," he whispers, opening his palm up to you. You gently place your hand in his, and he turns your hand over, placing the bag over your fingers.

You reach towards the bag and open it carefully, pulling out an intricate necklace of elegant pearls.

Pearls.

He reaches over and takes the delicate necklace to exhibit around your neck.

"They can represent beauty and new beginnings, all of which make me think of you," he smiles. You turn around to face him, and he holds you close between his arms.

I’ve never felt more sure about someone in my life.

"A pearl to a diamond is like the sun to a moon. And it just so happens to be the way I feel about you," he whispers, softly pushing his lips eagerly against yours.

[broughtbackright]

[Video recording begin.]

[The walls of an old, run down shack blur together as someone fumbles with the camera. After a few seconds, they finally turn it towards their face, revealing Ophelia, smiling, her cheeks hole-filled and rotted. Some parts of her jaw and teeth are visible through a few. The visible bones are yellow, and her eyes don’t look quite right, but it’s Ophelia all the same.]

O: Okay, I think I have this set up correctly? Maybe? In all honesty I just wanted to play with the camera.

[A laugh can be heard off to the side, Ophelia’s head snaps in its direction.]

O: What? Can’t a girl take a video without being ridiculed? Shame on you, Cassius.

[Whatever Cassius says in reply is drowned out by Ophelia nearly dropping the phone. Another laugh from Cassius, which earns a playful scowl from Ophelia.] 

O: Jerk.

Cassius: Dork.

O: I’M NOT A– ugh. That’s it, I’m not letting you have the phone today.

C: Aw, come on, Ophelia! How could you do this to your absolute best friend?

O: You’re my only friend.

C: So? Does that mean we can’t still be besties?

O: You got me there. 

[Just then, a loud thunk is heard outside followed by a shout. It's muffled but still loud enough to be picked up by the mic.]

O: HELLO?

[Ophelia rushes over to open the door, the camera switching from her face to the ground, her footsteps sound oddly heavy. The door swings open, and she scans the area.]

O: Is someone there?

?: [Muffled under fabric.] Hi!!!!!

[A hand pops up from the ground, the hand is wearing a glove attached with duct tape, a black jacket covered in dried blood and mud. The person waves.]

O: [Quietly.] No way.

?: [Still muffled.] Ha, that fucking hurt.

[The person sits up, wearing a dark red beanie, a black mask, sunglasses, and a blood stained bandage around the person's throat. The person coughs and grabs at their ribs.]

[Ophelia shrieks and drops the phone, which is seemingly caught by someone else. The taller woman wraps the other in a hug, and picks them up in the process, twirling in a circle.]

O: IT’S YOU! 

?: Um… Wait a second… I know that voice..? Do I?  

O: Don’t you remember me? It’s Ophelia! I’ve missed you so fucking much HOLY SHIT.

?: I… You… I thought you were…

[The person hugs Ophelia, sobbing.]

?: [Between crying.] I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!

O: SAME HERE! Hana, it’s been so long since we’ve seen anyone we know, you have NO idea!

H: 15 years… That’s the last time I saw anyone… um… yeah… haha… Anyway, you uh, you look great! Genuinely!

[Ophelia places Hanako down gently, making sure she can stand on her own before backing up. She giggles.]

O: Hana, I know I look like shit, you don’t have to be polite. 

H: I'm being honest! All things considered, you look great. Um… I'm realizing something. 

[Hanako stands there for a moment, grabbing at the mask on her face and removing it. Dark red blood leaking from part of her mouth, a part of her chin rotted revealing bone and more blood, green skin stitched back on with black thread. Her jaw is slanted to one side, obvious by the holes in her cheek.]

H: Is my jaw fucked up?

O: A little. Come inside, we have room for one more. I’ll help you with your jaw.

H: O- WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE.

[Hanako removes her glasses, red eyes looking at Ophelia. More bone peeking through at the top of the beanie.]

H: We!? What do you mean we?

O: Oops, erm… hold on. 

[Ophelia turns back towards the camera, mouth open to call for someone, but she notices the phone.]

O: Cass, if you’re trying to be subtle, it’s not working.

C: [Behind the phone.] I’m not trying to be subtle.

H: Oh hey Cassius! Didn't see you ther- WAIT A MINUTE CASSIUS?

O: Yeah, he’s here, its just been the two of us for… how long… Cass, how long?

C: 35 years? We’ve been hermits for a long time. You kept talking about going out, but never followed through. Until like, a few weeks ago or whatever. But yeah, 35 years.

H: Yeah kinda same… I uh until recently I've just been hiding in a wall with Edgar Will and Willy since Melody died.

[Hanako stands there, seemingly after a few seconds something clicks.]

H: I'm talking about mice by the way. Not the… People.

[Ophelia’s shoulders fall, she glances off to the side.]

O: Ah, got a little excited for a second. I guess… 4 out of 5 of us is… good enough?

H: 4 out of 6 if we count Melody? They uh as far as I know hasn't come back.

O: Mm. Yeah. I… hm. Let’s go inside. We can be sad in the comfort of the run-down shack.

[The phone reenters the shack, Ophelia audibly follows.]

H: Ooooooo nice shack! Sorry for. Ok hold on.

[There is a loud crack behind Ophelia, and Hanako laughs.]

H: There we go! Anyway back to what I was saying, sorry for running face first into this place. Kinda uh was being chased.

O: It’s fine. It was a nice surprise. 

[A sudden movement of the phone causes a blur of the wooden walls and the outlines of Hanako and Ophelia to be all the camera picks up for a second. Before it finally rests propped up on a cardboard box.]

H: So um… How have y'all been?

C: Dead tired, but fine.

O: [A groan, before she slumps over in the arm chair she has sat down in.] Cass, you need to stop with that stupid joke.

[Hanako laughs, it lasts a few seconds before coughing loudly.]

O: DON’T ENCOURAGE HIM.

H: I haven't heard a joke in person in 15 years. I've earned that laugh. 

O: [Her tone is playful, showing no sign of genuine annoyance.] Now he’s going to tell more! What have you done, Hana! 

H: Damn.

[Ophelia doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, instead fiddling with a locket around her neck. Opening and closing it very quickly, it appears to be a practiced motion. Something she likely does a lot.]

H: Hm? What's with the locket?

C: [Clearing his throat, an action likely unnecessary, but he does it anyway.] It’s mine, but… I can’t wear it. So she wears it for me. 

H: Oh, that's nice!

O: Yeah, I uh… hm. Sorry for being a bit of a debbie downer right now. Just… 

H: Yeah? What's up?

[Instead of responding, which seems to be something Ophelia would be unable to do anyway, she takes the locket off and opens it, holding it out to Hanako.]

H: Oh… Um…

[Hanako looks at the locket. Getting teary eyed.]

H: Sorry for getting teary eyed, I just… 

O: It’s fine. I think we all just… hm. I don’t know. I just let my heart take over my thoughts for a second. I need to stop letting that happen.

H: No no it's ok! Um… you're fine…

[Hanako sits down, sighing.]

O: I’m just happy we didn’t lose everyone. You’re here, which is… absolutely insane. If I didn’t know better, I’d even say this was a miracle. 

H: Meh… I guess? Sometimes it feels like a curse… Glad to see you though!

O: Yeah, it does feel like a bit of a curse, doesn’t it? The amount of times my legs have given me trouble this week alone is astounding.

H: Hm? What do you mean? Maybe I can help?

O: Doubtful, ha. 

[She pulls up her pant leg, revealing a hunk of scrap metal and wiring. As she does so, it sparks, and she yelps.]

H: Hm. That's uh. Huh.

[Hanako looks intriguing, but also a little annoyed. Looking back at the gloved hand.]

O: They got fucked up in the crash, I had to do something, or else I’d never be able to actually get around. 

H: … crash?

C: That’s how we uh. Died. 

H: … Hm.

[Hanako fiddles with her hair, looking upset.]

O: It was rough, yeah. Sorry if that wasn’t something you wanted to hear.

H: A crash is also how Mel died… Tough subject. Y'know? Crashes?

O: … people need to stop dying in car accidents. Or… bus accidents, in our case.

H: Oh… A bus? Hm… I'm really sorry but the image of a bus doing a backflip entered my mind… Fucking christ…

C: Pfft. With how fucked up my body was, I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what fuckin’ happened.

H: Damn… I um… Ok… Can I ask you two something? Off topic… kinda… Just… I can ask you guys about this so…

C: Mhm? What’s up?

H: Do you guys have nightmares about him? About Edgar?

O: Oh, god. Hana… I… 

H: Everytime I try to sleep, I see his face… He keeps screaming for me to help…

[Hanako begins laughing, but also seemingly crying, looking at Ophelia and probably Cassius.]

H: [Between laughing and crying.] I haven't slept in 36 years! I keep seeing him when I try! WHY COULDN’T I FUCKING HELP! IT WASN'T FAIR! I WANT TO SLEEP.

O: [Standing up, moving over to Hanako.] Can I hug you again? I– I think you need it. 

H: [Sobbing.] P- Please?

[Ophelia wraps her arms around Hanako again.]

H: [Muffled sobbing.] Thank you.

C: [Muttered.] Fuck, I should probably turn this off.

H: [Still muffled.] Huh?

C: Ophelia was uh, making a video, god knows why, maybe to upload somewhere…? And we accidentally left it on.

H: [Muffled.] Oh.

C: Yeahhhh, lemme just…

[Recording end.]

[dotster001]

So, you've already done platonic match-up for me (twst), so I think its time for romantic 😏

(BTW I just copy pasted the thing-)

Nickname: ash/lala

Pronouns: he/they

Personality type: ENTP and extrovert

Kinnie: Osamu dazai (more the writer than the character, I read the book and I loved it)

Favorite color: blue

Likings: Books, art, history (of art), writing, drawing, kids , rain, basketball, making friends, hoodies, my job (I'm the head manager in a skate shop), my siblings, my fiance (of course), the music band GORILLAZ, memes, my cat, my siblings (I'm closer to my twin) going to amusement park, playing guitar, snowboard, skate, surfing, old school music (mostly rap)

Dislike: spiders. (These things are horrible), loud noises, summer (more pools than summer in general), homeworks

Aesthetic: chaotic academia/grunge/skate ( I couldn't find the right name for my aesthetic so I hope you understand)

Appearance: black hairs (natural brown hairs but I prefer them in black) , 174cm, blue eyes, chubby, curly hairs to my shoulders, semicolon tattoo on my left wrist, a earing of a smiley face (right ear), glasses, freckles, pinkish skin, the hairs on my neck are cut

I'm also Italian-French and I take a lot of pride in my Italian blood

Hobbies: skate/surf/snowboard, basketball, drawing, just hanging out with my friends

(I hope you like this!...but does your fiance know you are cheating on him with fictional men 🤔 😂)

I match you with Cater Diamond.

When I do a platonic/romantic match, and then do the opposite, I like to make it an au. So in this au, we'll say Lilia invited you to his concert, and that's how you met Cay Cay. Cater was immediately enthralled by your fashion, and the fact that you didn't immediately lose your hearing when Lilia played a solo. After some pushing from Lilia, Cater asked you out, and it's been pretty happy ever since.

Music is how you two bond the most. He picks up music writing for you, and plays them for you. You play/sing Gorillaz for him. It's just overall a fun time, and you two have lots of play arguments over various songs.

ce n'est pas un point, j'ai juste choisi la violence aujourd'hui. 😊

Mans is excited you're a skater. There is no way he isn't one. Like, have you seen him? He absolutely skates. He tries to do cool tricks to show off for you. Some of them are good, others not so much…but it doesn't matter. He feels safe to make mistakes around you. You can laugh at him though, he doesn't mind! In fact, he likes to make you laugh almost as much as he likes to impress you.

He's probably not a huge fan of basketball, but he will 100% come to watch you play. He is your biggest supporter. He will even dress up as a cheerleader if you ask him to. You just need to agree to pose for a photo with him after the game. His magicam followers will LOVE IT!

you could literally say anything to him in french, and he'll think it's the hottest thing he's ever heard. You could literally say, "I have to take out the trash." And he'd be like, "babe, that's so fucking hot. 😍" All his pictures of you have french captions (don't worry his translations came from Rook)

You hadn't noticed it until today.

Cater often had you record his music club performances so he could post them on Magicam later. So you were able to just stare at your boyfriend without him teasing you, since you could say it was so that you were getting a good angle.

That's when you noticed it. His nail polish and beanie were both blue.

You had started stealing one of his silver hoops a couple months ago so that you could "be together" even when you were apart, but you hadn't noticed him wearing your favorite color.

You peaked out from behind the camera, made eye contact, and mouthed, "blue?" At him.

He winked, and gave you a roguish smile, before wagging his blue nails at the camera, then going into a guitar solo.

You rolled your eyes, but still felt yourself getting flustered. 

When the song finished, Cater looked directly into the camera, and began his outro speech he always gave. Except it ended differently this time.

"Also, my beautiful magicam fam, guess who just noticed I decided to wear his color? Took him long enough, #obliviousbutloveable, am I right?"

You decided to cut the video short. His viewers could figure out the rest from there.