#>:}}}}} and then hopefully by that time they'll fix the faces

[puretopia]

🌹

[seramilla]

Give me more of vaggie being carmilla miscarriage kid

Charlie, ever-diligent girlfriend and pillar of strength and love that she is, stands outside Vaggie's hospital room for what seems like hours. She wants to give her girlfriend as much time as she needs to process the news that Carmilla is undoubtedly telling her right now. That includes pacing up and down the hallway. Fighting the urge to peek inside, or disturb this moment that the two women undoubtedly need to face on their own.

There is the sound of shouting, and crying, and understandable frustration from within. The truth had been a surprise to everyone, particularly herself and Lucifer. She can't imagine what's going through Carmilla's mind, or Vaggie's for that matter. She wants to fix it, but there's realistically nothing she can do. Vaggie had told her once that she can't fix everything, and she should accept it. It fucking sucks, but she knows she needs to let her girlfriend do this on her own. With her...mother. That still sounds so weird to say.

After a while, however, it's been at least half an hour since she's heard any sound from inside. The walls of Belphegor's hospital are sturdy; they're built well, but not soundproof. She starts to get concerned that maybe something has happened. The little window over Vaggie's door is covered, and the door is shut tight. Eventually, her curiosity gets the better of her, though. She trusts her girlfriend, but she also has the right to worry about her well-being, all the same.

Just a peek. She'll open the door, confirm everyone is still alive in there, and close it again. They'll be none the wiser. The latch turns slowly in her hand. She doesn't turn it enough for it to click; only for the bolt to release, so she can push it slightly open. Once there's a sliver of light shining through, she peers inside, angling her head in different directions until she gets a view of Vaggie's hospital bed through the slat.

Both women are lying on the bed. Carmilla kind of halfway on, because she's too tall to fit on it completely -- not if she's going to leave Vaggie any room, that is. The smaller woman in question is facing her, cradled up closely against her side, nose buried into the taller woman's chest. She can't see her girlfriend's face entirely at this angle, but she can hear her soft breathing. It's gentle, and light, and familiar; not distressed like it'd been before. She's asleep.

Thank fuck for that, Charlie thinks, as she smiles at the scene in front of her. Carmilla is still awake, and lifts her head slightly to acknowledge Charlie's presence. She nods at Charlie, who smiles and nods back. Charlie closes the latch quietly, finally relieved for some confirmation that they're both okay in there.

Obviously they still need some time, and Vaggie still needs to recover, and come to terms with all that's happened. Her dad, Zestial, and Bel left for the cafeteria a while ago, so she decides to follow them. Hopefully when they return, Vaggie will be awake. Charlie can't wait for her turn to comfort her girlfriend herself. Thank goodness that Carmilla can do so now, in a special way that she cannot. Her chance will come. She just needs to be patient.

[forgeofthenine]

Not a request this time, just a little fic based off the song 'Mrs Hollywood' by Go-Jo. Reader is Tav and they/them pronouns are used throughout.

Hopefully you guys enjoy, next one up will be a set of headcanons :)

The three times you leave Dammon, and the one time you stay

the first time

The excitement reaches its peak around the forge, tieflings bustling to and fro as they prepare. Dammon pauses at his forge, wiping the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand before turning towards the familiar crunch of gravel.

"Hey stranger." He jokes, turning towards you. "Or maybe I should call you 'our hero' now." The correction comes as he turns fully, eyes taking in the figure before him.

God he wishes they could stay, that he and his forge could be enough. But they have their destiny ahead of them. Dammon is already sure he'll be but a small part.

"I heard you weren't coming to the party, I wanted to say goodbye to my favourite blacksmith." His chest tightens as you say the words, not wanting to let you leave, but Dammons knows this is how things need to be.

"It's hardly goodbye, you'll see us again soon, won't you?" The question is one neither can really know the answer to, but they smile and nod anyway and that's enough for Dammon.

The second time

They'd been lounging on the hay in his forge, two days of idle chatting as he worked and asking that ox with much to human eyes random questions.

The assault on Ketheric Thorm has kept them all busy, Dammon at his forge, them trying to form a plan. "What if I just have Gale disintegrate him, Dammon?" The question comes from the corner of the room, where they sit by the open arches.

"Can Gale disintegrate him?" Dammon asks, pulling back from his whetstone. "Maybe you should just use this." He gives the sword a little flourish, holding it out to them. Jumping from the mess of a hay bale, they reach for the sword.

"Oh, this is beautiful..." hands delicately take it, admiring it before stowing it away safe in it's sheath. Just as Dammon thinks nothing they do could surprise him, they're already pulling him into a hug.

Arms wrap tight around his chest as they press in close to him. "Thank you Dammon, I feel like my words just aren't enough." They murmur, Dammons own arms looping close around their waist.

"Just come back alive, that's enough, don't keep me here waiting."

The third time

Rolans words pause as the footfalls of boots echo up the stairs to Dammons new forge, and the blacksmiths attention turns towards the potential customer.

Excitement courses through Dammon as he sees them crest the top of the stairs, a bright smile adorning their face as they wave. "Hi Dammon! Oh, is Rolan here too?" They ask, looking between the two tieflings.

"A few things broke at his new tower during your fight, I'm just giving a quote at how much it'll be to fix." Dammon explains, seeing the way Rolan eyes how his tail sways as he focuses attention on them. It's hard to contain himself, but they'll never know or realise, the way his body reacts only obvious to other Tieflings.

"Well, I know you're busy, but I needed someone to look at my sword. It took a bit of a beating while we were, uh, doing an errand for Astarion." The end sounds more like question than fact, but Dammon hardly minds as he carefully takes the sword from their hands.

"No problem, I'll have it done by tomorrow. So long as the absolute don't invade the city by then." He winks at them, smiling as they laugh and turn away.

"I'll be back, then!" They throw up a hand as they start to walk away. "See you later Dammon, bye Rolan. As they leave a steady silence falls over the two men, Rolans eyebrow raising slightly.

"Still waiting in line for them, then, prince charming?"

Dammons only reply is to hang his head in his hands.

The time you stay

Parties rage through the streets, the celebration of the absolutes control finally being destroyed. Fireworks fizz and pop outside, children shout and squeal, men sing merry drinking songs.

It's no surprise Dammon stays inside. He's never been one for parties, that much is obvious. What is less obvious is why someone is knocking on his door so late.

Opening it with a stifled yawn, he soon sees the very object of his affections. Standing up straighter, opening the door wider to let them in, one question runs through his mind. "What could bring you here on a night like this?" He's in near disbelief, almost wondering if he nodded off as is dreaming.

"The parties are great and all but..." they trail off, looking down to their feel as they toe the wooden floor. Glancing up again, they finish their thought. "But they don't include you, Dammon."

He can't help the way he pulls them in by the arm, this time being the one to start the impromptu hug. Tail wrapping loosely around their leg as they sigh against his chest, Dammon feels the way their body sags against him.

"Stay." He tells them, face pressing into their hair, bodies curling around each other. "Stay with me this time, I've been waiting so long." The hands gripping his clothing hold him tighter, their face pulling from his chest to look him in the eye.

"Kiss me Dammon. I won't be leaving again." They barely get to finish their sentence, a hand finding the side of their face as Dammon does the very thing he's dreamt about for so long.

Even the fireworks outside can't compare to the ones when they finally kiss.

[sturniolocraft]

౨ৎ hot chocolate in march, dad!matt x reader !!

summary: when the kids demand hot chocolate, even when it's way past winter and it's beginning to get sunny, their dad is going to get them their hot chocolate.

a/n— first time writing publicly hi ^_^ this is kinda short but hopefully ppl don't mind?? i rlly enjoy writing for this au sooo expect more

matt was the first to wake, light barely peeking in from behind the curtains as small hands poked at his face. he stared blankly at his son's bright blue eyes, still bundled up in blankets with you exhausted and asleep on his chest.

"cody, it's—," he looked over at the broken alarm clock before huffing and unplugging his phone, reading the bright screen that said six am. "it's six. what're you doing, bud?"

cody looked around with a cheeky smile before gesturing to his younger sister, peeking into the bedroom, her eyes red from crying and clutching a stuffed eeyore. "eve is sad," he informed while trying to pull his dad out of bed. "she wants hot chocolate!"

matt didn't bother arguing with them, knowing that they'd win anyway. he presses a soft kiss to your temple before standing up, leaving a sloppy note explaining where him and the kids are, then he set off.

it was a hassle fixing his kids to look presentable. they had attempted to dress themselves already, anticipating the trip they'd take. cody was wearing his shoes on the wrong feet, and everly had mismatched shoes on along with her shirt backward.

he didn't bother with his appearance much, throwing on different pants and loading the kids up in the car with their own respective portions of cereal in their snack cups. he ignores the mess cody makes, deciding that he can just clean the car when you take the kids.

"so what kind of hot chocolate are we thinking?" he asks them, pulling into the parking lot. he drives around looking for a spot while listening to their chatter, cody says that they should get the ones with mini marshmallows and everly agrees, so that's what they'll search for.

cody ends up acting like a pirate as soon as he's set into the cart, "argh! matey, we need thy cocoa!" he says loudly, impatiently waiting for his dad to buckle up everly into the cart seat.

matt fumbles with cleaning the cart and buckling her in, but he complies with cody's pirate behavior. "aye aye, captain," he says with a seriousness that makes both kids laugh. it's barely seven as they cruise around the aisles of the store, searching for the brand that they want.

everly is the first to point it out, her little hand almost hitting his face when she points at it and says "daddy look!". the hot chocolate mix gets put into the cart, instantly being arranged neatly by cody, who has now declared himself captain of the cart.

as matt is about to wheel over to the check out, his phone buzzes with a text. he tells cody to calm down for a second, not that it works, and goes to answer the phone.

you:

it's almost 7:30 and march whyre u out buying hot cocoa ml??

matt:

eve cried to cody abt wanting some :(

you:

u big softie <3

matt smiled at his phone for a moment before trying to hide it when both kids began saying ew and telling him that he's in love, he couldn't hide it while he said that you're their mother and they should shush and love you too.

neither kid argued that, only pointing and giggling at him some more before pleading with him to get a toy. he doesn't talk to you about it later on how they ended up with a bag full. "they must've slipped them in while he wasn't looking." he says, but both kids end up just shaking their heads from behind him.

[moodymisty]

Surprise

Author's Note: Loosely based off my personal experience struggles learning Spanish and Portuguese. I wanted to do something sfw to work on König's character and get a feel for things with CoD. I'll make some filth soon lol

Any German used is one or two very easily understandable words, and anything more in-depth is just implied via italics. Far easier than making an arse out of myself with Google translate because we all know how that works.

Summary: You've been studying German in secret from König for weeks now, hopefully it pays off.

Relationships: König/Fem!Reader

Warnings: I do not know German so I apologize, Fluff, Reader is implied foreigner but from where is not specified, Fluff without plot

Word Count: 2016

Closing the book in your lap you take your hands away from the pages and rub them over your face, feeling the way your eyes almost burn from overuse. Squeezing them shut helps, but it almost seems like the letters are burned into the back of your eyelids.

No more information can be shoved into my brain; Not tonight.

It's late- the sun has long since set and if you start another section, you might end up hearing the birds outside start chirping by the time you finish and go to bed. With König gone and it being the weekend you can at least sleep in, to cover up your late night of studying.

Getting up off the couch and taking your notes and textbook, they both come with you to the bedroom; Where you hide them underneath the cushion of the window seat. It was a place that he would never look, at least not without good reason.

That was part of the plan after all, for him to be surprised by all this.

As for all the time you've known König his mother tongue has remained a mystery to you, unable to understand whenever he mumbles it under his breath while fixing himself something to eat, or yelling at a door frame he hit with his shoulder or head by accident. Which happens frequently, as unfortunately the apartment isn't exactly built for a man of his size.

You’ve picked up words and small sentences over time; Maus, danke, bitte, ich liebe dich; Scheisse as well, much to König's playfully faked distress. He's always tried to refuse teaching your swears, but you've picked up on them anyways. He thinks they sound too cute to take seriously when you say them. They just make him laugh.

But none of it is enough to hold any length of conversation. König is sweet and always helps whenever you need something translated, but you know sometimes words just don't cross over one to one. Not to mention you don't want to always rely on him. So you decided to learn as much as you could, but keep it a surprise. At least for a bit. There was only so far you could get without speaking it, using it- but for now you could at least try and listen.

''Can you help me?' You stumble out in practice before sighing, slipping into your nightclothes as your bed remains unmade and calling out to you.

Could really use some of that right now.

You keep mumbling to yourself, the words floating through your head, hoping they'll stick to the image of an object or scene that follows in tandem. It's such a silly, impossible goal, but you want to impress him. You slip into bed and begin relaxing, hoping you'll be able to sleep before light starts bleeding through the curtains.

The ring of your phone however distracts you from any further thoughts, grabbing it off the bedside table where it had been charging. Only one person will call this late, and since you’re already in your nightclothes, you answer without even checking the caller id. It would just say 'Unknown' anyways, if it was him. You answer and speak up.

"Good evening. Or morning? Afternoon?"

König chuckles and even if it's hundreds or even thousands of miles away, it still makes you smile. When he's gone you usually don't hear much from him at all, so it's always a wonderful treat when he does manage to find a moment.

"Evening. The sun is just about to set." You're sure he can hear you rustling of the blankets as you pull them over your body, laying down with your phone on speaker right in front of the pillow.

"Keeping busy, Liebe?"

"As busy as I can, it's really late. Was just about to sleep." König hums, and you can hear the scratch of him rubbing his head.

"Ahh, am I keeping you up? I don't want you tired because of me." Just as you go to answer him back someone must enter the room, asking him something. You can hear the question and König's extremely curt and irritated response to it, and it's a struggle to not laugh when you realize you understood enough of it to put the pieces together.

So all this studying wasn't for nothing!

It's nice to finally see that you've been making at least some sort of stride. Once he finishes grumbling a reply at whoever had interrupted him- ignoring how cute you find it that he's so feverishly defending what tiny bit of time he has to talk to you- You answer back.

"Don't worry, I want to stay up; I miss you. I miss hearing your voice before I go to bed." You hear König let out a shy cough, rustling around. Sometimes he still gets a little bashful when you're particularly overt with how you feel about him.

"Then I will stay with you as long as I can." You know that's asking a lot of him; To even get a few moments time while he's deployed in the middle of god knows where is asking for a miracle. A damn good miracle at that.

"I miss you too, liebling."

His voice sounds so quiet when he speaks; You don't know if it's because of there being someone else in the room with him, or that he's just still not used to saying things like that.

The bed is warm and the blankets are soft, but it's still nowhere near as pleasant when König is here beside you. Neither of you have any idea how long he's going to be gone this time, but you always prepare as if it's going to be a long while. Hopefully however, it wont. You're not going to last very long without having him here with you. Just the feeling of being stuck in his arms because he's dead asleep and his grip is so strong- you miss it. You miss him kissing you on the cheek to wake you up in the mornings, and the feeling of his hand on the dip of your waist. His voice always sounds so gruff and sore in the mornings, whispering in English or German or a mix of both as he hides his face in your neck.

The sudden increase in background noise from the other side of the call jolts you out of any sort of fantasizing you were in, thankfully before it went down a path perhaps a bit more appropriate for such a late hour. König speaks up before you have a chance to ask if he needs to leave.

"I have to go; I promise I will try and find another moment to talk to again, ok?" You can hear the sudden rustling around in the background; Some of it from him, some clearly from elsewhere in the room.

He whispers again; Unsure under his breath 'I love you', the words still a bit shy and experimental on his lips. You return it quickly before the line goes dead. You have to reach a hand from under the blanket to lock your phone, staring at the lock screen for a moment.

Now the room feels almost, eerily quiet.

You turn over to set your phone down on the nightstand and turn off the last of the lights, heading to closing your eyes and trying to get some sleep.

When König returns, it's usually not without a fair share of eventfulness.

Normally he spends a day or two somewhere else first before coming back to you, which you understand; He doesn't want to bring 'that side of him' back home. Doing what he does isn’t a 9-5, and it’s not something that’s easy to leave at the front step.

After having a bit to decompress he's finally returned, having just closed the front door. He finished unlacing his combat boots and putting them beside your own shoes, as you shuffled off to get him something to drink after already tackling him. You had nearly jumped on him the moment you hear his key hit the lock, feeling him mumble a surprised but happy greeting against your lips.

Leaning over he goes to pick his pack back up off the ground to move it, but it either gets hooked on something, or the fabric finally gives. Either way the contents then spill out all over the floor, from clothing to whatever else he has stuffed inside.

"Damn it! You fucking piece of-"

The stream of swears he lets out makes you nearly winge, between about how he's going to damn the thing to Hell or set it ablaze. Either or. You try not to smile and quickly go to help him clean up the mess of his belongings that's now scattered all over the floor. You shoo his hands back a bit.

"Here, let me help, instead of you yelling about trying to set it all on fire."

König quickly stops what he was doing, and watches as you come closer. He looks confused for a moment, brow furrowed as if trying to see if you’re just being silly, or got lucky guessing what he was saying.

“...Did you understand me?” He experimentally says; As If in disbelief. You can’t help but smile and respond back.

“Are you surprised?” You cover your mouth and laugh, while cringing.

"Oh god my accent must be terrible, I haven't spoken it to anything other than the-" König bursts up from his awkward squat on the ground and wraps his arms under the crease of your bottom, lifting you off the ground. "-Wall!" Your arms wrap around his neck trying to keep yourself upright while he eagerly kisses your cheek. Over and over again, until it’s nearly red.

"Meine Liebe you sound perfect, how long have you been keeping this from me?" In any other context he probably would've been upset you were keeping secrets from him, especially big ones, but he seems too happy with the outcome to even care.

"A couple months. Long enough that I was scared you might catch me." The idea of him 'catching' you seems to make him laugh, but he still refuses to put you down.

"You made my terrible day so much better, I hope you know." He gives you another kiss this time on the lips, made easier from you being lifted to his height. Your arms snake loosely around shoulders as you giggle against his mouth, fingers tangling in his messy, soft hair. He's long since abandoned his mess on the ground at his feet, finally putting you down only to awkwardly bend over with you and kiss you again. His lips feel soft against yours and his hands cup your jaw so gently, before his lips leave yours with a soft pop.

"I hope you know you don't have to do this for me, liebling."

His eyes are tired from spending so long awake, hair messy and unkempt. You know the moment the excitement is all over he's just going to want to take a nap.

"I know, but I wanted to." You awkwardly try to hug him around the shoulders. "You're dedicated to helping me now, though." König lets out a quiet laugh.

"Of course, but can we take a nap first?" He always says we, as even though you're probably not tired in the slightest, he quietly hopes you'll join him for his own piece of mind. You help him sleep better, he confessed one night.

"Go lay down; I'll pick this all up." Listening to you he leans up to his full height and sluggishly walks off, retreating to your bedroom as you pick up his belongings. You stuff them all in the bag for him to go through himself later, before you follow and find him already face down on the mattress. He barely even bothered to change; Only his trousers are swapped to something more comfortable.

The moment you climb onto the bed with him he's trying to drag you into his arms, wrapping them tight around you and tugging you close to his body like some sort of stuffed animal. He feels so warm, your hands softly laying against his back.

You hear him mumble sleepily; Something about you being his little 'stuffed bear', before he's out like a light.

[two-white-butterflies]

hectic inside | L4

Description: It's your first time in Monaco - you catch a certain DJ's eye. After a few days of getting to know each other, the nature of his career makes it clear that he isn't just a normal boy.

He fucking looks like one of the dudes you watched in HBO. The same cinnamon eyes - a light tinge of youth. There were headphones situated on his neck, and he skillfully made his way through the DJ booth - pumping a song that explained his personality perfectly.

"He's kind of a golden retriever lad." your classmate commented, staring at him - who was dancing on the stage. "He's giving - looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll." you chuckled while taking a sip of your drink. At a young age - you were made aware of other people's tendencies.

You could tell what their characters were - just by the vibes that they had - and by the gods, this DJ had awesome vibes. He reminded you of your family - who were probably sleeping back home. He looks like the type of guy who'd go around introducing himself. You liked that.

"The both of you make a perfect pair," your classmate added - and a small blush creeps towards your cheeks - engulfing your face with that pinkish hue - that you could hopefully pass off as the effects of alcohol. "But (Your Name) is different, because she's a cinnamon role that can kill you." your friend giggled while raising her glass.

"Guess who I'm going to kill first?" you rolled your eyes as she flashed her tongue. "You should speak to him," your classmate leaned. A groan escapes your mouth. "Guys, if he manages to take me away - no one is driving you home." you pointed out - maybe they'll stop trying to set you up with someone after this.

Your friend laughs.

"Monaco is a small city - we can walk home." she retorted. "- plus, all sacrifices are worthy if that guy can lift you off your feet." she added cheekily, finishing the contents of her glass.

They were insufferable at times.

"When you walk by every night, talking sweet and looking fine - I get kinda hectic inside." he sang this time - finally out of the DJ booth and into the dance floor. Your best friend strategically pushed you towards Lando - forcing you to stumble into his arms. "Ah, shit sorry." he apologized, catching you.

A gasp escapes your mouth - a little hurt by almost falling.

"Nah, it's totally my fault." you fixed your hair, slowly moving out of his arms with reluctance. He smelled like baby powder - the ones that smelled like jasmine kind. His chest was soft - like he took a bath in hyaluronic acid. "Well, my name's Lando - and you are?" he offered his hand to shake.

You attempted to look behind you - but your friends already retreated back to the table. "(Your Name)," you responded with a thin lipped smile. I mean - charms were basically useless in front of a man who was exactly your type. "That's a cute name." he smiled, shaking your hand but not letting go of it - instead he pulls you towards a more secluded part of the dance floor.

(your name)'s close friend - instagram

caption: guys wtf 😭 i can't remember what happened last night

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Lando could remember what happened last night. You drank too much vodka. He offered to drive you home - but you forgot the place that you lived - and passed out - but not before giving him consent to bring you back to his place. Poor boy almost shit his pants.

"Did I wake you up?" he could feel your hands gently nudge him awake. Well, you were obviously trying to wake him up.

"Uh, no it's alright." he tried to sit down - feeling his body sore from sleeping on the floor. He looks at the 'bed' - a pile of socks.

"I'm sorry if I have to ask but-"

"No, nothing happened - you drank too much and I didn't know where you lived." he explained, trying to not seem crazy. Judging from your demeanor - you didn't know him. You weren't aware of his semi-successful formula one career. To you - he was just some DJ that brought you home.

"Oh fuck, that happens when I drink - that's why I try my best to control it. I'm really sorry if I bothered you." you apologized, taking the duvet off your body and preparing to leave. "And uhh I used your fingerprint to open your phone - I gave your friends your location. Just in case." he explained and you smiled.

"Thank you for being considerate. If there's anything that I can do for you - just tell me." you thanked and he grabbed a shirt to cover his body. Okay ... maybe he got a little drunk last night.

"It's nothing, but we'll keep in touch, right?" he smiled and you nodded. "Of course, you're like the coolest guy in Monaco." you scoffed while pulling out your instagram. "I'll add you on insta." you mumbled while typing Lando on the search bar.

"Oh, I'll add you later...what's your username?" he inquired.

God knows where his phone was.

"yourname..." you replied.

@landonorris has requested to follow you.

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messages

landonorris: hi stranger

[yanderes-galore]

If we’re allowed to request Glam Bonnie..

Can I get hc’s for a post RUIN Freddy and Bonnie sharing a darling? They’ve both been so alone for such a long time… so they quickly become infactuated as you rescued them. Maybe both of them even see you as some sort of savior.

Alright, sure! Here's an AU concept based around that. RUIN Freddy is not the actual one we see in RUIN for this concept.

Yandere! Post-Ruin! Glamrock Freddy + Bonnie Sharing Darling

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic - Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Transference, Clingy behavior, Overprotective behavior, Possessive behavior, Isolation, Entrapment, Dubious/Forced companionship.

Both of the bots have been best friends for a long time.

Even now in a ruined and burned Pizzaplex... the two bots still have a strong bond with one another.

The two are damaged and covered in ash, similarly to their other friends.

Although for the most part... they're in mostly good condition.

Functioning at least...

To them, you entering the Pizzaplex must have been fate.

You came into the ruined Pizzaplex for one reason or another, maybe to salvage the electronics you could.

In the process you end up catching the eye of the two sentient bots.

They haven't lost their mind like the rest and have lost minimal pieces.

You may have found them after being chased by one of the other malfunctioning bots in the place.

Last minute before you're caught... robotic arms pull you to safety.

In front of you stands Freddy and Bonnie, glowing optics watching you with surprise and concern.

At first they have no idea how to feel about you... but soon they begin to realize you're their savior.

Fate brought you to them to save them!

Under this belief, the two never let you out of their sight.

They trust you to lead them to the surface, hopefully to get fixed up again.

Think of Security Breach or Ruin... except instead of having one animatronic hover around you, it's two.

The two naturally want to take care of you due to their programming and admiration for you.

When you lead them out of the ruins of the Pizzaplex, the two are in awe.

By this point they'd follow wherever they can.

The two definitely feel indebted to you for saving them.

They're attached to you as you get help to have them fixed and you keep them in your home momentarily.

You see... maybe you work with Vanessa and Gregory who are trying to recover Freddy and Bonnie from the burned building?

That or maybe they call you to drop them off as they've heard you were calling people to fix up two Pizzaplex animatronics.

The news that Freddy and Bonnie can't stay beside you saddens them.

It also makes them panic since they'll have to leave their savior.

The two no doubt try to convince you otherwise.

Don't hand them over! They don't want to leave you!

Now... while the idea of the two being clingy with you is cute at first... you really can't keep them.

The two don't take the rejection well, either.

While you sleep the two manage to sneak out of the garage you keep them in.

Your phone line is cut, your cellphone is hidden, the doors are locked...

The two are careful as they begin to isolate you.

By the time you wake up, the two are standing beside your bed on each available side.

They have smiles on their faces... poor you has no idea what they've done.

By the time you find out... two will do whatever they can to keep you beside them.

They won't let you give them away.

They've found a new home and that's with you!

You're their savior... now they have to return the favor, no?

They'll be the ones to take care of you now... they'll be the ones to love you... you'll be all theirs now.

"Now now... what's wrong, Cottontail?"

"Don't you know you can't abandon friends, Superstar?"

[melanieph321]

PLEASE!!!!!!!!! Ruben being a girl dad! She has him completely wrapped around her finger

I would die!!!! X

Ok 😊

Ruben Dias x Reader - Bad Braces

Enjoy!

Ruben was used to stepping through his front door and be ambushed by a cloud of pink. Your daughter was gifted a ballet tutu for christmas which resluted in her wearing it every where she went. There was a discussion with you about the problem with this, Ruben however did not see it. He loved coming home to a cloud full of pink and the day that this didn't happen was close to a nightmare for him.

"Where is Lina?" He asked, when you peered your head out of the kitchen into the hallway where he stood.

"What?" His eyebrows furrowed, seeing the concerned expression on your face. You stepped up to him, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek.

"Where is Lina?" He asked again.

You sighed. "She's in her room, saying that she won't come out ever."

Ruben frowned. "Her room? Did somthing happen at school?"

"Apparently somone made a comment about her new braces."

"What!"

"Along with her dress. So please Ruben remember what we talked about."

He was already charging towards your daughter's room, suprised to find that the door was locked.

"Lina? Lina meu amor, por favor, abra a porta."

He yanked the handle a couple of times, to no use however.

"Whatever is going on we can fix it, please let me fix it." If he could he would never let your daughter go back to school again. Ruben felt so hopless surrendering your only child to the cruel cruel world. He wanted to be there by her side everyday, protecting her.

"Pãi?"

He heard a low cry behind the door, your daughter's cry.

"Yes Lina I'm here, please open the door."

Small footsteps dragged across the floor and soon a key twisted in the lock.

"Pãi." Your daughter wiped her nose with the arm of her sleeve, her eyes bloodshot with tears.

"What happened, tell me." An instinctive thought appeared in Ruben's head. He would kill whoever made her feel this way. He entered her room only to find her ballet tutu tossed in a corner. They sat down on the bed.

"Did somone say something about your new braces?" He asked.

She nodded "And my dress."

Ruben balled up a fist, his knuckles white. His voice was calm however. "What did this person say?"

Lina bowed her head in shame. "He said that with my new braces on I looked like I stole children's teeth and ate them, like the opposite of the tooth fairy."

"He who?" Ruben said, balling up his fist again.

"This boy in my class, Alejandro said it."

"Alejandro." Ruben mumbled. "Well do you know where this Alejandro lives?"

Lina's eyes lit up, her head nodding excitingly. But then Y/N entered the room having overhead the whole conversation between them.

"The best thing would be to call his parents, don't think?" You said, giving Ruben a stern look.

"He shook his head. "Nah, I want to pay him a visit."

"Ruben he's eight, your not knocking on a eight year old's door, threatening to beat him up."

Ruben sighed, so did your daughter, they were each others soulmates.

"But mommy he was mean to me."

"I know that honey, but that is not how we deal with mean people in life. Ain't that right Ruben?"

He grunted.

You rolled your eyes.

"The next time Alejandro is mean to you do you know what you should do?"

"Stomp him in the nuts." Ruben muttured.

You shoved his shoulder.

"No, what you should do is give him a big smile and walk away, because violence is never the way."

"That's terrible advice. What you should do is sort of trip his legs and when you have him on the ground you should..."

"Ruben."

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." He said, making your daughter laugh. At least he made her laugh again.

"No, your mother is right. We'll talk to your teachers at school, hopefully they'll make sure that this doesn't happen again."

"Promise?"

You watched your daughter jump off the bed and retrieve her tutu from the corner in her room. She put it on to Rubens satisfaction.

"I promise." He smiled and picked her up in his arms. "Or else I'll pay him a visit."

"Ruben." You sighed.

"Kidding, just kidding."

[yesbutmakeitgay]

Once Upon A Time I Used To Know A Girl

Chapter 2

Carol Danvers x Reader

Masterlist | This work's masterlist | AO3

Summary: Kamala helps you as you begin your journey to recovery.

Angst, Slow Burn, Amnesia.

Word count: 792

Like A Summer Day, She Could Push The Night So Far Away

Kamala walks you into the living quarters and you stop by the kitchen to rummage inside the fridge, she takes the opportunity to pop by Fury’s office and persuade him to let her go through with her half thought out plan.

After you finish eating the girl takes you upstairs and pauses in front of one of the many identical doors, "This will be your room while you, uh-"

"While my brain gets fixed, got it." You decide you might as well just go with it. You walk inside and try to get comfortable, Kamala says her goodbyes and tells you she’ll be back tomorrow.

Later that night Kamala calls Carol after not finding her anywhere in the compound, she tells her the plan and The Captain reluctantly agrees, still overwhelmed with guilt and heartbreak, on one condition: She cannot tell you about your relationship with Carol.

For the remainder of the week you stay on strict bed rest on doctor's orders. Kamala comes by every day and talks to you about current events and pop culture which, even before the injury, you weren't very good at keeping up with. She makes sure you eat and drink enough liquids and even tries to sneak in little details about your former life to see if you'll remember.

It is the first day after your mandated bed rest is over and Kamala comes back as promised, "How are you liking your room?"

"It’s fine."

"They'll bring all your stuff back from your former residence soon."

"Where was that?"

"You were doing a lot of intergalactic work so you were living in a spaceship," she says, trying to find the most objective way to describe it.

"That sounds awful."

"Well, according to your most recent reports you were really enjoying it."

"You have my reports? Can I read them?"

"They are being held in hopes they might contain information about the ambush." Her words are only half true as you weren't exactly subtle when writing about Carol.

The girl walks you to a conference room to have some privacy and hopefully get started on your recovery. She pulls out her S.A.B.E.R. tablet, "Do you know where we are?"

"The Avengers compound," you answer plainly.

"What do you know about them?" She starts making annotations.

"The Avengers? They're a bunch of stuck up assholes with a hero complex who think they're so special because they can shoot lasers out of some part of their body."

"Right," Kamala exhales heavily, "Do you remember any of them?"

"Uh, let's see, there's Stark, paying his way to the top, there's grandpa America-"

"Captain America," she writes down.

"Big green guy,"

"The hulk."

"Red witchy witch,"

"Scarlet Witch."

"The guy with the arrows, how did he even get in?"

"Hawkeye."

"Oh and tiny bug-man."

"Ant-man. Anyone else?"

"I think that's about it."

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to talk to any of them, see if they can help bring some memories back?"

"You suppose right."

"What about someone else? S.H.I.E.L.D.? Defenders?" she starts to wonder out loud.

"Defenders? Jones?" You let out a small chuckle.

"Yes! Do you know her?" Her eyes light up.

"No," you let her down, "but even if I did, she doesn't seem like the kind of person who likes to talk."

"I guess you're right." She begins to mindlessly scroll through her clear tablet hoping to find an answer when you see a familiar face.

"Rambeau. I'll talk to her if she's around."

She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out, "Captain Rambeau is unavailable at the moment," she says, carefully choosing her words.

"I can wait," you respond, really trying to be helpful.

"Indefinitely." Her harsh tone tells you this is a conversation for another day.

After a moment she continues with the interrogation, "What's the last thing you remember?"

"Paris," you answer with certainty. Kamala searches on the device, "You're scrolling back an alarming amount, how long ago was Paris?"

"Many years ago," she responds in a quiet voice, a feeling of discouragement taking over you. She begins to read aloud, "Let's see, Paris. Mission to retrieve stolen files. Success. Black Widow." She looks at you when she gets to the last part.

"Yelena," you say, almost like an afterthought.

She gives you a perplexed look, "Natasha."

You accept her correction, "Romanoff."

"You remember her?" You nod in response, "Will you talk to her?" she follows expectantly.

"Absolutely not." Kamala scoffs, "I barely knew her, that's the only mission I ever went on with her. I didn't even live here with them, I had my own home in Louisiana." Your last words peak her interest and she discreetly writes them down.

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Chapter 3

[he-goes-down]

There Was A Time:

A/n: OMG SORRY IF THIS IS HORRIBLE IM SICK AND MY HEAD BE FLOATING

ENJOY THO

Pervious chapters/ warnings

3. Nice Boys:

Second person POV:

You woke up to the sound of clattering and clanging in the kitchen. You rubbed your eyes and groaned, when you opened them, you realised that you were in Duff's room. "What the fuck!" You yelled, but it was soft as your voice was still waking up as well. You aggressively lifted the covers and looked down. 'Phew, my clothes are still on.' You sighed a sigh of relief. You didn't remember how you got to Duff's bed, but hopefully nothing happened. 'Okay back to bed' All that strong panic and crashing relief so early in the morning made you tired. You took the covers and laid down, holding them to your shoulder and closed your eyes. The idea of getting more sleep started crashing down when there was a loud knock on the door. "Wake up we need you in the kitchen!" The person on the other side yelled. You groaned in annoyance and turned over, flipping open the covers and getting out of bed. The cold air hitting your feet and arms made you shiver, you opened the door to see Izzy standing there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His eyes widen, he was surprised to see you come out of Duff's room. "Where's Duff?" He asked, rather rudely as he looked you up and down. He probably thought the same thing you panicked about this morning. "I don't know." You responded, "What do you need help with?" You asked as you stretched and yawned. "Well, Axl-..." "I didn't do fucking anything!" You heard Axl scream from the kitchen. The sounds of his pounding footsteps approached you and Izzy, "And if you tell Duff that-... Oh?" He paused when he saw that it was just the two of you and smirked at you. "Axl I'm gonna grind your balls on the cheese grater, nothing happened between us." You told him firmly, while pointing at him. He held his hands up in surrender with an even smugger look on his face and waltzed back to the kitchen.

In the end, Duff went out to get more food and booze. While he was gone you helped clean the mess Axl made in the kitchen, he someone caught the sink on fire when he wanted to 'cool off' and 'fix' his jet black, hard ashy bacon he conjured up. You also made them new breakfast and taught Axl how to properly cook bacon, he was very reluctant at first and cussed you out, but he soon had a laugh about it. "This is so fucking good." Steven sighed as he inhaled his breakfast "Can't you just stay here forever and make this every morning." He smiled, and his blonde hair bounced like popcorn popping in the microwave. "Yeah, and sleep with Duff every night" Axl's deep voice range over the table. You looked up to see him and Slash giggling with each other like two teenage girls. Izzy had a disgusted look on his face, and Duff started to go a bit red. "That's not what happened. Y/n slept in my room, and I slept on the couch. That's it." Duff cleared his voice, you were grateful, but you knew Axl couldn't help himself. "I need to call my manager. Can I use the phone?" You asked. Duff nodded and you stood up, so did he but he was heading for the bathroom. "That phone and my dick are the only thing that work in this damn house." Axl said as he dumped his dishes in the sink and tried to turn the tap. You rolled your eyes as you punched in the numbers of your manager.

"Hey, I got a band. They're sick. I just know they'll be the biggest thing ever." You spoke, you didn't say this just to make the guys favour you, you already knew that they are in the future. "I trust your intuition. We'll be able to get them a studio in a few months, it's a bit busy here. We might be able to get them into Sound City. How many members?" Your manager spoke. "Five" You answered, "That might take a bit longer then, sorry doll." He spoke. "But don't worry, we'll slot them in soon." "Thanks sir." You responded. "Oh, and your landlord called in 'cause he couldn't get hold of you, I can switch him over for you." He said. "Yes, thank you."

There was a beep, a pause, and a static crack. You heard your landlord cough up flehm, and his cigarette voice rang through the phone. "Who's this again?" He chewed. "Y/n? You called my work today." You answered. "Oh yeah, I had to throw your shit out. I got some high paying tenants coming in, sorry toots." And he hung up the phone.

You stood there with the phone in hand, shocked, your mouth slightly a gape, paralysed. Every emotion was rushing through you, anger was the biggest one. You could see now why there was a large hole in the wall next to phone, you wanted to punch something too. A swarm of fear and panic ran through your head, there was a loud ringing in your ear. You didn't even realise someone was calling your name, you snapped out of it, you felt a tear run down your cheek and wiped it away quickly. "Hey, you okay? What'd they say?" Axl asked as he dried one of the dishes. "Hm? Oh, yeah, he said we could get a studio in a few months. It's gonna be a private one just for you guys so that's why." You explained, trying not to burst into tears and hope they didn't notice. "Cool!" Slash said, as he pumped the air and shoulder bumped with Steven. "Excuse me a minute." You spoke and dashed out the front door. You felt sick, you wanted to throw up, your legs were shaking.

You sank to the steps of the front porch and put your head on your knees. "Shit." You choked back tears, you were thinking of all the things that are probably in some disgusting New York dumpster getting eaten by rats. Your polaroid's of friends, favourite clothes, shit your whole record collection, even the stuff your dead relatives gave you. It was all gone. You breathed hard, you didn't want to cry, you didn't want to panic. You already had enough of it, and it's only been a day. Your heart jumped when you heard the door open and one of the floorboards creak. "Yo, the guys are gonna head to a bar you wanna-... Oh shit." It was Slash. He hissed as he sucked in air, he didn't know what to do. "You okay?" "No, No, I'm fine. I just needed air." You coughed as you got up. He knew something was up, but you weren't budging and he didn't want to step over boundaries. "Hey babes, you going or not?... Shit, you look wrecked." But there was always Axl to step over the line for you. The ginger look confused, at you. Your eyes were red, ready to explode. "Does the place stink that much?" He laughed, but it was just silence. Awkward silence. Slash gave him a look. "Hey, sorry I-... what's wrong?" He put a hand on your shoulder and asked sincerely. "My landlord kicked me out..." You whispered quietly, "All my stuff is gone." You started to tear up thinking about it, and how embarrassing it was that you were about to cry in front of your new band. Slash came in to hug you, his hair covered your face so no one could see the stream of tears rolling down your cheeks. "Hey, hey, it's okay let it out. You can cry." His soft voice was like a lullaby. You rested your head on his chest as you sobbed and hugged him. Axl rubbed your back, making small jokes and flirts trying to lighten your mood. You tried your hardest to stop crying, you sniffed as you lifted your head off Slash's chest. "Thanks guys." You sighed a chuckle while wiping your face. "You can still come with us to the bar, it'll cheer you up. Promise." Axl said craning his neck over your shoulder to look at you. You exhaled and nodded a yes.

You washed your face before going out, and told Axl and Slash not to tell anyone. You just wanted to forget about it and drink. You dressed into a pair of black jeans, docs, a black white tank and your trusty leather jacket. You and the guys were downtown in a dark bar drink at 12 and it felt good honestly. You were sitting in a red leather booth, Axl next to you with his arm on top of the booth behind you, Steven on your other side, Slash, Izzy then Duff at the other end of the booth. You and Duff were on your 5th shot of Vodka, giggling about anything and nothing. You snapped out of it when you felt a tap on your shoulder, you looked to Steven, but it was Axl who had his arm looming over your shoulder from behind the booth seat. He had his hat on with sunglasses so you couldn't make direct eye contact with him but god his eyes were still pulling you in. "I was thinking... Why don't you stay with us?" You nearly spat out the drink that wasn't in your mouth. "Seriously?" "You still got your job don't ya? So, it won't take that long for you to get enough money to get your own place again. Besides, we'll be racking in your money sweetheart." He spoke nonchalantly as he waved his hand around. Did you really want to live in a hell hole with five stinky men? Five hot stinky men. You did have enough money to help them fix some of the things in their place, it would be a fair trade. They were also a joy to be around, and you had to get to know them better one way or another for this band thing to work. "What about the others-...?" You whispered to him, but he started to speak loudly to the rest of the group. "Give a round of applause to our new guest in the Hell House! We'll be eating like kings while she finds a new place." He rose his glass drunkenly, Steven and Duff clapped as Slash whooped. Duff stared at you with a big grin on his face. Either from excitement or alcohol. Izzy didn't look amused, he looked somewhat agitated, and he clutched his glass tighter till his knuckles went white. "Where will I sleep?" You asked the ginger. "You can always sleep with me babe. In more ways than one." His glasses fell to the bridge of his nose, and you could see his blue eyes, he winked and pushed them back up. You rolled your eyes. "It's fine, I'll buy my own mattress. Who knows how many different stains are on yours." You said. He punched your shoulder playfully and chuckled, you did too.

The rest of the day was you and the guys on a bar crawl, you laughed with all of them about different stories they told you, even with Izzy; after a few bottles of wine, he chuckled at your jokes. It was around 9, and everyone was smashed, smashed enough to still walk but not enough to use common sense. It was a miracle that Axl hadn't started a fight or Steven didn't throw up in someone's drink. You and Slash were on your way to pick up more drinks from the bar when some drunk guy came up and started flirting with you, he started coming closer. His breath stunk you physically stepped back and began cussing him out for it, but he didn't stop. Slash slightly stepped Infront of you, he was getting uncomfortable with this stranger's presence too. "Hey man, just back off." Slash warned. "What, and your skinny ass is gonna beat me up?" He drunkenly scoffed. He quickly grabbed your ass, dodging Slash's body in front of yours, Slash didn't have time to respond to the assault. Someone tapped the drunk man's shoulder, "You fucking bitch." It was Axl, he then swiftly sucker punched him square in the face. The man yelled, Axl grabbed his collar and started repeatedly bashed his face with his fist. A crowd started forming and bartenders yelled at him to get out. You and Slash started to pull Axl away from the man, "Ax get off him! You're gonna kill him!" You yelled at him. "That's the point!" He huffed as he was still reaching and grabbing for the man even though he was backing away, nearly unconscious and scared for his life. With the help from other strangers, you got Axl off him and all of you were kicked out. Axl was panting and still in a rage, yelling and screaming that he's going to finish that guy's ass. You finally got him to calm down with the help of Izzy.

The rest of the night Izzy didn't talk, he was furious, furious with you and Axl. Slash and Steven were worried about you and tried to comfort you, but you were okay, just startled. You didn't want to make a big deal of it. Duff felt the tension between Izzy and you, and he tried to explain that it wasn't your fault, but you told Duff to leave it. You didn't know why Izzy was out to get you, but you tried not to think too much about it. When you got home Izzy went straight to bed, so did Slash, Steven did too but only after he threw up in the toilet as you held his hair up. You sat by the small wooden table by the kitchen where you ate this morning and bandaged Axl's knuckles. "This might sting." You warned, as you patted a cotton pad with disinfectant on his knuckle. He hissed and wriggled, you could feel he was still agitated and angry. "That was a nice thing you did back there. Thank you." You told him. His eyes widened, he was surprised. "Next time just don't try kill the man." You said as you wrapped his hand. He gave a breathy laugh and smiled at you. "Nice boys don't play rock 'n doll darling." He scoffed light heartedly. There was pause. You waited for him to realise something. "Shit, that's a great fucking lyric." He got off the table and scavenged for a piece of paper and a pen. You rolled your eyes at him as you packed away the med kit you had in your bag. Axl soon went to bed after he scribbled aggressively and attentively on the paper. It was just you and Duff again. He took out a bottle of vodka from under the couch he had been saving, and you shared it. By the end of it the two of you were out of it, wobbly legs, slurred speech, couldn't think and couldn't speak. You both stumble into Duff's room and as soon as you hit the bed you were gone, Duff giggled and did the same. His one arm laid on your back and both pair of legs were sprawled out on the bed, and his feet dangling off the side of the bed. Soft snores were heard from the two of you, and loud ones from Slash's room as the whole house slept.

[crystalsnow95z]

hi love, i missed your fics❤️i had a request for you!

jimin & hoseok go live together after a concert and jimin can’t stop sneezing bc of his allergies. (add your little bless you commentary pls it’s so cute😔)

Thank you so much! I'm so happy you like them, I'm sorry I disappeared for a bit but I think I fixed my mental state enough to write again 😅 for the first time in a month and a half I'm actually decently happy with this one.

In case you missed it in the request..

Warning: sneeze content

"I love you! I'll see you tomorrow!" Namjoon calls ad the seven boys slowly disappeared underneath the stage.

Jimin tried to speak, but the itch in his nose he's been trying to ignore all concert was building up, so he opted to make a heart above his head instead, scrunching his nose to try to hold the sneeze in for a few seconds longer.

"Eh..heh'tichi!" Jimin sneezes as soon as the lift drops him out of sight of Army sniffling to stop his nose from dripping. "Heh'hehitchi!" The sneezes he was holding back hit him all at once, Hoseok wrapping an arm around him to keep him from falling while the lift drops to the floor. "He..heheigh!"

"Aiigo..Bless you..are you sure you aren't sick, Jiminie?" Hoseok asks Jimin, rubbing the back of his neck. "You don't feel warm.."

"I'm fine, hyung. Staff already checked..che..sh..tich!" Jimin sneezes again, rubbing his finger across his nose. "I saw a doctor this morning before the concert. There's something about the air here that's setting off my allergies.."

"Did you take any medicine?" Hoseok asks, searching for a tissue for Jimin's runny nose, bringing him the box.

"Thanks hyung.. I don't understand..I'm usually not allergic to pollens.." Jimin blows his nose, sniffling again. "Yeah. I did before the show, but it really started wearing off during dope. I almost sneezed during my part..it was awful.. my nose itched so much.." he complains, his breath hitching for another sneeze that doesn't come. "Ugh.. I promised Army I would do a live tonight because I didn't join you guys for the live in Amsterdam."

"Army will understand if you aren't feeling well and skip it until you feel better." Hoseok reassures him, rubbing his dongsaeng's neck.

Jimin doesn't answer right away, trying to tickle the painful sneeze out of him, his breath hitching once more. "Heh..heiycvh!"

"Bless you.. Jiminie you don't need to force.." Hoseok starts, but Jimin interrupts him.

"No, no they'll only worry if they noticed I was sneezing a lot on stage then don't keep my promise. I want to at least expl..ah..heh'tichiu!" Jimin sneezes into the tissue, trying to clean up the mess that dripped from him.

"Are you sure you're okay Jiminie?" Namjoon asks, offering Jimin some water. "You've been sneezing quite a bit today.."

"Jiminies having issues with his allergies..I noticed there's a lot of plants I've never seen before by the hotel and stadium. Maybe one of those are setting them off." Hoseok explains for Jimin when he notices Jimin's face contorting as another sneeze builds.

"Heh'heh..ktchitxh!" Jimin stops fighting the sneeze when Hoseok finished talking, taking the water Namjoon offered. "Thanks Hyung.. all this sneezing is starting to hurt my throat..I'm surprised Taehyung-ah doesn't lose his voice when he sneezes.."

"Bless you.. make sure you wear a mask when you aren't singing to try to reduce the pollen that you breathe in.." Namjoon tells him with concern. "I'll ask staff to get you one with a filtering system."

"Thanks hyung.." Jimin takes a drink of water, trying to soothe his scratchy throat."Jungkookie seemed pretty sniffly today too. You should get..h..hey..iyfxh!' Another sneeze erupts from Jimin.

"I'll make sure he gets checked, too. Hopefully, it's just allergies for him too." Namjoon leaves to check on Jungkook.

"Go get changed so you can go home. I'll join you for a quick live session, okay, Jiminie. It'll be easier to do a live with another person with you." Hoseok offers.

"Thanks, hyungie. That'd be great."

Jimin followed Namjoon's advice, pulling up his mask as soon as they pulled up to the hotel, but he swore that whatever was setting off his allergies were still penetrating through the mask, causing an unbearable itch at the bridge of his nose.

Hoseok leads him inside, quickly using his key card to open the door to the hotel keeping his arm around Jimin's shoulder.

"He..he'hitch.." Jimin sneezes, grimacing when he feels the liquid drip down his nose and soak into the mask. "Eugh.." Jimin sniffles unhappily, not wanting to remove it until he was safely in the hotel room.

"Bless you Jimin-ah.. the medicine will kick in soon.. we can stay live until the sneezes settle down, but you should sleep after." Hoseok leads him to his room, fighting back a yawn.

"It's okay if you get tired, hyung. You can leave whenever you..he..geychi!"

"Bless you.." Hoseok says sympathetically.

"I can do it on my own or ask Jungkookie or Taehyungie to do it if you're tired.." Jimin digs out his key to his room.

"I'm not tired, Jiminie. I'm hungry..don't worry about me. Let Taehyungie and jaykay sleep. Those two were already falling asleep on the ride home." Hoseok reassures him, going into Jimin's bathroom to get a washcloth, wetting it and returning to Jimin, wiping his face clean. "Your nose is still so red, baby."

"Hyung that tick..eh..heh'tichi! Heyh..hitdhu!" Jimin sneezes, quickly backing up to avoid sneezing on Hoseok.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it worse.." Hoseok apologizes, giving Jimin the wet cloth.

"Heh'itchiiugh...it's okay.." Jimin sniffles, wiping his face.

"Bless you.." Hoseok goes to the humidifier at the side of Jimin's bed, hoping it would help. "I'm going to make food, do you want anything?"

"I'd like some ramen.. something a little spicy to help clear my nose." Jimin starts setting up for the live, adjusting his phone so both him and Hoseok could be in frame.

"Alright, coming right up. You can start without me while I cook."Hoseok starts boiling water for them.

Jimin goes to speak, but ends up sneezing instead. "Heh..heditxxchu!"

"Bless you Jimin-ah. I'll make you some tea too." Hoseok searches for teabags in the kitchen.

"I'm going to fix up my make up first.." Jimin goes into the bathroom, blowing his nose once more before trying to use some concealer to lessen the redness. "Ugh..my eyes are a bit puffy..and I look like Rudolph..!"

Hoseok giggles when he hears Jimin whining at his reflection. "You still look cute." He calls to him, reassuring the younger boy about his insecurities. "Army will still think you're adorable too."

You're just saying that..I'll just do what i can to cover it up, maybe if i dont sit too close to the camera no one will notice. Jimin finishes up his face just as Hoseok gets the noodles into the living room. "Foods done?"

"Yeah, but it's still super hot. I burnt my mouth trying it.." Hoseok warns, sipping some water to try to soothe his tongue.

"I'll be sure to..to..hyh..heh'tichi!" Jimin sneezes, sighing irritably. "That one hurt..:

"Bless you.. Are you okay?" Hoseok asks, concern etched on his face.

"Yeah.. I'm okay.. are you ready for the live?" Jimin checks the angle once more before sitting down next to Hoseok.

"Ready when you are." Hoseok confirms, blowing on his noodles to try to get a not so painful bite.

Jimin hits play, picking up his noodles, surprised that within seconds there were already people in the chat. "Hello army.."

"Hi Army." Hoseok greets the small handful of people who already entered, then slurps his noodles. "Aiish, I shouldn't be eating noodles before the show tomorrow, my face is going to be so puffy.."

"You look cute with chub..ch.." Jimin puts up a finger thinking he had to sneeze, but nothing comes. "Chubby looking cheeks." He finishes his sentence, taking a bite of noodles.

The two eat chatting with each each other while they wait for more army to join, watching the comment section.

LovePJM13: hi Jimin oppa, I saw the show tonight and it was amazing, but in one of the photos I took it looks like you were crying. Are you okay?

"Ah, no. No i wasn't crying at all tonight. I was really..ah..Heh'hehitchi!" Jimin sneezes before he could put the noodles down to cover his face, choking on the noodles.

"Bless you baby..Are you okay? Drink some of your tea.. " Hoseok quickly takes the bowl from him and moves the camera so Jimin is out of frame, rubbing his back to try to ease his cough.

Jimin takes a drink of the tea, trying to wash down the noodles. "Yeah,yeah, I'm okay now..but that was awful.."

"Here.. you got broth on your face." J-hope uses his sleeve to wipe Jimin's chin. "Ah, the chat is worried.."

Jimin looks over, noticing the comment section flooding with concern. "Don't worry. I'm fine. It didn't really hurt it scared me more than anything.."

Tannie13: Do you have a cold?

Jungshookie9: Are you sick? I saw you sneezing during spring day..

Hoseok readjusted the camera so they could sit on the floor, looking through the comments. "Jiminie isn't sick. It's just allergies. Him and Jungkookie are both having issues, but it's worse for Jiminie."

"We'll only be here for another two days. I'll be fine. It's more annoying than anything." Jimin tries to reassure army, but his body has other plans. "Heh'itcgih! Heh..itcvxhyu!" Jimin covers his face with his arms, sniffling miserably.

"Bless you Jiminie.. they really aren't going away.." Hoseok frowns, rubbing Jimin's back. "You poor thing.."

"I'm doing better than earlier.. my eyes were more puffy when I was in the bathroom.." Jimin looks at himself through the camera lens. I wish it was my sneezes improving though..

"Are you guys healthy army? I know a lot of people get sick when the seasons change. Jinnie-hyung was just getting over a cold when we left Korea for our tour.." Jimin asks, but when he tries to watch the comments, his eyes start to water, another round of sneezes building covering his face.

"Hey'Itfgih! Heh'hehitchi! Ah..ah..hitcxhi!" Jimin sneezes, quickly standing up. "I'm sorry.. I got to blow my nose.." his voice comes out congested and soft, leaving Hoseok in charge of the chat.

"Bless you.. take your time Jimin-ah, I'll keep army company." Hoseok tries to calm Jimin's concerns about having to get up so suddenly.

"Army if you saw the show tonight what was your favorite part and if you didn't go what did you do today?" Hoseok asks, watching Jimin leave with concern. "Jiminie Army says bless you!" He calls to Jimin when he finds that he can't catch any of the comments except for the bless yous and I love you Jimin that flooded the chat. "We love you Jiminie!"

Jimin was glad for Hoseok's shouting, helping to conceal the sound of him blowing his nose, the clear gooey liquid soaking through the toliet paper. Maybe I should ask Hobi-hyung to take over the live.. I'm such a mess..Army want to see me when I'm handsome and smiling..

Jimin takes out his phone to text Hoseok, hoping he'd check it, but after retouching up his make up and still not getting a response he returned to the livingroom, bowing to the stream. "Sorry everyone.. I know this isn't what you had in mind when I said I'd go live in the next city.."

"Jimin-ah, you don't need to apologize. No one's upset that you aren't feeling your best.. we're just worried about you." Hoseok pulls him into a hug.

"Hobi-hyung.. I'm so ugly and gross right now.. I think we should turn off the live and you can do one on your own for army in my place." Jimin whispers so only Hoseok hears, only earning him a tighter hug.

"Don't say stuff like that Jimin-ah, you're being too hard on yourself. You look fine.. it's just a little redness to your face, it's no big deal. Okay?" Hoseok whispers back to him, gently ruffling Jimin's hair and letting him go, turning to talk to the camera. "Army! Isn't Jimin so handsome today? I don't think a stuffy nose is enough to ruin it."

Jimin watches the comment section flood his jaw clenched with nerves. They're just going to say Hyung always thinks I'm cute or lie just to make me feel better..

DaddyJoon9:You have the cutest little sneezes I just wish they didn't make you miserable 😔

HEYStobit77:You think the sniffles are enough to ruin your pretty face? You're crazy oppa. You're still handsome!

Ot7borababy:You're still my beautiful angel. Sick or not. Just feel better soon.

Tannie13: we don't care about your looks. You're very handsome but I'm here for your sweetness, Mochi. Please smile.

Jimin tried to catch every comment that rushes by, his eyes filling with tears when he sees all the supportive comments flooding into his heart, sniffling once more.

"Jimin-ah are you crying?" Hoseok asks in concern when Jimin lays his head in his palms, letting out a shaky breath. Hoseok leans forward to read the comment section, relaxing when he sees nothing but positivity, a mix of compliments and concern. "Jimin-ah tell Army why you're crying.."

"I-i'm just happy.. Thank you Army.. I love you guys so m-much.." Jimin lifts his head to speak to them, smiling through his tears.

Hoseok uses his thumbs to dry Jimin's eyes. "Hey, hey Jimin-ah? Guess what?"

"Huh?" Jimin sniffles, looking at Hoseok's bright smile.

"You haven't sneezed since you sat back down. They're starting to stop." Hoseok announces relieved for his stressed out dongsaeng.

"Hyung..don't jinx it.." Jimin smiles, wiping his face with his sleeve. "Let's finish our noodles and get to bed.. I think I've had enough excitement for one day.."

[fixfoxnox]

Godddd, you are great at keeping wanting more dude

Could you write a follow up to sweet boys where soap and ghost give in and reunite with Makarov and Gaz

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You guys really love Ultranationalist Roach and I love writing him 😊

Roach's Sweet Boys (2)

Description: Soap and Ghost get to finally see Makarov and Gaz again.

Parings: Roach/Soap/Ghost, Soap/Ghost, Roach/Makarov, Roach/Gaz, Gaz/Jackson

Warnings: dub-con, Stockholm syndrome, overuse of pet names (listen Roach just likes assigning them names)

"Go on, Kitty, say please."

"Fuck you."

"That doesn't sound like please," Sanderson pouted at Ghost before leaning closer to Soap. He rubbed their cheeks together in an oddly affectionate move causing Ghost to struggle against his binds again, shooting a look to Soap as he did.

He really didn't want to. He did not want to give in to the fucking terrorist, but, he knew that if Sanderson was telling the truth, if Makarov and Gaz were still alive, if he actually planned to let them see each other, then he needed to do as the man asked. If the man was stupid enough to put four members of the 141 in a room together, then Ghost was going to take advantage of it.

He grit his teeth, taking in a deep breath through his nose. This was going to cost him all of his dignity, but if it meant a chance at escape and the fucking terrorist getting his hands off of Soap, then Ghost would do it. He fixed Sanderson with a cold look before biting out, "Please."

Immediately he could see Sanderson brighten up. Then, to his surprise and astonishment, the terrorist gave a bright squeal, kicking his legs excitedly before he was leaping off of Soap. "Such a sweet boy!" He cooed at Ghost. "A promise is a promise, I'll let you see them." He turned then, darting down to press his lips against Soap's in a move that had Soap giving a yelp of surprise and Ghost fighting the urge to call Sanderson every name he could think of.

After a moment, Sanderson pulled back and made his way over to Ghost, placing several kisses along his masked face, much to his annoyance, before he finally popped back up and started toward the door. "Some people will be in here soon," he turned to them with a grin as he opened the door, "Behave for them sweet boys." He practically purred the words out before, finally, he stepped out and closed the door behind him with a click.

Ghost immediately turned his attention to Soap, noting with annoyance the blush that was sitting high on his boyfriends face. His boyfriend who looked almost out of it with the way his eyes were fogged over. "Soap," he called slowly, catching the other's attention, "You alright?"

Soap nodded slowly, his face still pink, "I'm good." He met Ghosts eyes carefully, "Thanks for taking the dive there. Hopefully he wasn't lying." Ghost could see, even through the haze, the hope in Soap's eyes. They both wanted to believe that their friends were still alive, that they hadn't been killed.

"I hope not," Ghost agreed lightly, shifting in his seat. It was just a waiting game now. Either men would come in to take them to Makarov and Gaz, or they'd be left there to rot until Sanderson decided he wanted to fuck with them again.

It was only about fifteen minutes after Sanderson left that, as he'd promised, men came into the room. Six men, each with a gun in their hands. Two weapons would be pointed at Soap and Ghost at all times, ensuring that they wouldn't dare make a move to try to escape. Ghost had to admit that he was rather impressed with the fact that Sanderson had placed so many guards on them. It was good to see, at the least, that the man didn't underestimate them.

They were directed out of the room and found themselves, surprisingly, in the hallway of a rather nice house. From there they were directed down a staircase and motioned toward one room. "In there," the guards stayed back. "They'll give you the rules."

Ghost tilted his head at the knowledge that the guards wouldn't be following them. Sanderson was much stupider than he seemed if he was really going to leave them alone. He wasn't going to tell the guards that though, so he simply motioned for Soap to head to the door, rubbing at his wrists where the restraints once were while he followed.

Soap slowly pushed the door open, quietly entering what looked to be a fairly large living room area. The room was fairly nice with a large TV mounted on the wall and several couches and random items placed about. Ghost clocked the computer in the corner of the room.

There were two men in the room, one tapping idly on a phone and the other flipping through a book in his hands. Both of the men seemed relaxed, calm, happy. It sent a bit of a shock through Ghosts system.

The two men looked up when the door opened, their eyes going wide as they stared back at Soap and Ghost. Soap was the first to speak and Ghost could hear the way his voice cracked, indicating that he was already close to tears. "Gaz? Makarov?"

The two men were quick to rise from the couches, Gaz nearly jumping over one in his rush to race over to the two men. Gaz wrapped Soap up in a tight hug, and that was the moment that Soap started crying.

Greetings were shared between the group, hugs and words of relief spoken by Soap and Ghost. Makarov and Gaz seemed excited to see them, pulling them over to the couches and encouraging them to sit down. "God," Gaz started with a grin, "We're so excited you guys are here! We've been on edge since Roach told us he was taking you."

"Roach?" Ghost questioned lowly. Something here was wrong. It was very wrong. Why were they just sitting here? Why were there no guards? Gaz had a phone, why had he not tried to contact the team?

Gaz and Makarov shared a look with one another before Gaz responded, "Sanderson. He'll want you to call him Roach."

Ghost narrowed his eyes, looking back and forth between the men suspiciously, "Sanderson-"

"Roach," Makarov corrected quickly.

"Sanderson," Ghost reiterated, he noted the way that Makarov's hands clenched in his lap, "he kept you both alive. Why?"

"Does it matter?" Soap scolded him lowly, "What matters is that they're alive."

Ghost wrinkled his nose under his mask. Soap was right, at the moment, it didn't matter why they were still alive. What mattered at the moment was that they needed to figure out a way to escape. "You're right," he conceeded lightly, "Right now we need to focus on escape."

Gaz gave a snort, "Yeah, good luck with that mate."

Ghost turned his attention to him, "What does that mean?" He raised an eyebrow, "There's four of us. Six guards outside plus-" he stopped when he noticed that Makarov and Gaz weren't paying attention, but were instead looking between each other, having a silent conversation. "Pay attention," he called to the two harshly.

"Do you want to?" Makarov asked Gaz, still not looking at Ghost. Ghost felt annoyance bubble up in his chest. What the fuck was going on with these two?

Gaz shook his head, "You've been here the longest and you showed me the ropes, better let you handle it."

Makarov gave a slow nod, "Right." His attention turned back to Soap and Ghost, "There is no escaping. It won't work and you'll just end up right back here, trust me, I've tried."

"There are only," Ghost started. He was cut off by Makarov standing from the couch and motioning for them to follow him.

Gaz stood first and Soap and Ghost had no choice but to stand as well, following Makarov into an adjacent room with a sliding glass door. Ghost felt himself freeze at the sight he was met with. Practically an entire army of guards milling around the outside of the house, and that was only where he could see. "Guards posted everywhere," Makarov explained, "You take a step outside of the house and they'll bring you right back in." Makarov turned and pointed to another building out in the yard, "That is the gym, you can go over there or anywhere in the yard and they won't bother you."

"Okay," Ghost mumbled hesitantly, following Makarov back into the living room area, "What about the electronics? There's a computer and Gaz has a phone, we can send a message to Price."

Makarov shook his head slowly as he plopped back into the recliner he'd been sitting in, "Nope. Try it and the entire system shuts down. No internet or electronic access for twenty-four hours after you try."

"Please don't try," Gaz fixed them with a pleading look, "The newest episode of the Bachelor comes out tonight and if I have to wait until tomorrow I will throw something at you guys. You can test it for yourselves later."

"The bachelor?" Soap was the one to ask, looking between the two men with confusion clear on his face, "We've been kidnapped! And you're watching the bachelor?"

"Things aren't bad," Gaz commented, shooting another glance toward Makarov, "You'll get used to things. Roach and everything here. You'll get used to it."

"You expect us," Ghost started lowly, "to just sit tight and deal with the fucking psychopath who kidnapped us?"

"Roach isn't so bad," it was Makarov who spoke, his voice hesitant. The man was looking down at the book in his lap, tracing his fingers over the hardcover as a blush dotted his cheeks, "Once you get to know him. He's really sweet."

"Sweet?" Makarov winced at the tone that Ghost used. "He kidnapped us. He's fucking terrorist. In what world is that fucking psycho sweet? The fuck has he done to your brain to make you think so?"

There was a pause, Makarov seemed to hunch in on himself a bit. He kept his eyes glued to the book in his lap, but Ghost could see that they'd gone a bit glassy, like the man was going to cry.

"Fuck off," the words were from Gaz and Ghost was surprised to be met with a harsh look from the man. "You just fucking got here. You don't know shit yet, so maybe instead of being a dick, you should listen to us." He glared Ghost down for a moment before turning his gaze to Makarov, considerably softening when he saw him, "Hey, Mak, don't listen to him. You know I was the same when I got here, they'll see soon."

"Right," Makarov cleared his throat, bringing his hands up to rub at the back of his neck before he hesitantly looked at Soap and Ghost. "You'll be here for a bit, just be calm. There's plenty to do to pass the time and if you want to try something new out or want to order something, just let Roach know and he'll do it for you."

Ghost still didn't know what the fuck was going on. Gaz and Makarov weren't trying to escape and, instead, they seemed almost defensive of the man who'd taken them.

Ghost had no idea what was happening, but it was fairly clear to see, at the least, that somehow Sanderson had gotten to the two men. Somehow, he'd turned them over to his side. Ghost was determined not to let that happen to himself.

It wasn't until hours later that Sanderson made himself known again. The group, sitting quietly in the living room area, heard the front door open. The effect on Gaz and Makarov was immediate, both of them perking up.

Makarov was the first out of his seat, practically racing across the room toward the door that would lead into the entryway, Gaz was hot on his heels, "Hey! You don't have to be first to see him every time asshole!"

Ghost and Soap shared a concerned look before they were moving to hesitantly follow the men out of the room. The sight that they were met with had both of them freezing.

There was Sanderson and a man in a wheelchair, they knew him. Paul Jackson, Roach's second in command. That wasn't what made them pause though, no, what made them pause was the interaction happening between Sanderson and their two teammates.

Sanderson set several bags he had in his arms down before stepped toward Gaz and Makarov with a smile. "There are my boys," he grinned at the two. He stopped in front of Makarov first, "Volodya," Makarov's face went a dusty pink as Sanderson stepped closer to him, his hand stroking over his face gently, "How is my good boy doing today?"

Makarov practically keened, nuzzling his face into Sanderson's hand as he responded, "Good, I've been reading the book you ordered."

"Oh?" Sanderson tilted his head, as though genuinely interested in what Makarov had said, "And? Do you like it?"

Makarov nodded quickly, "It's very good. I'll tell you about it later," he seemed to hesitate, "if you'd like?"

"I would love to hear about it," Sanderson reassured. Makarov practically melted at his words, but what really had both Soap and Ghost frozen with complete shock was watching Sanderson guide their friend down to capture his lips against his own in a slow kiss.

Makarov leaned into the kiss, letting out a low whine when Sanderson pulled away. The noise pulled a grin from the terrorist, "Come now, baby. Let me say hello to the others." Makarov seemed seemed a bit disgruntled, but stepped back to allow Sanderson to move to Gaz next.

"Pretty boy," Sanderson tugged on Gaz's shirt, pulling him closer to capture his lips as well. This kiss was much more passionate, filled with heat. Sanderson pulled away from Gaz with a grin, "Ready for your show tonight?"

"Ready for your favorite to not get a rose," Gaz teased the man, a grin on his face. Sanderson met it with a bright laugh.

He stepped away from Gaz before motioning to his second, "You can say hello to Paul now." To their surprise, Gaz was quick to rush forward to begin pressing kisses to the face of the man in the wheelchair. Sanderson watched the action for a moment before finally his attention fell to Ghost and Soap.

He practically bounded over to the two, stopping in front of them with a bright grin. His hands were folded innocently behind his back and he looked between the two curiously. "Sweet boys," he made a humming noise, "How was your first day? Everything to your liking?"

"Would like it a lot better if we weren't here," Ghost was quick to snap at the man. To his surprise, Sanderson didn't seem mad. In fact, he simply let out a small laugh, like Ghost had just told a funny joke.

"And you puppy?" His attention turned to Soap solely.

Soap seemed surprised at having the attention turned to him, his voice stuttering as he tried to respond, "It, um, it was, well, I don't, okay? It was okay?"

Sanderson tilted his head at the man, "Not enough toys for you?" He questioned, "Whatever you want sweet boy, just tell me and I'll get it for you."

"We want to leave," Ghost muttered harshly under his breath, annoyed that Sanderson was so focused on Soap. That this terrorist was somehow making his boyfriend blush.

Sanderson turned to him, knowing amusement clear on his face, "Put the claws away, Kitty." He stepped toward Ghost teasingly, "Sweet puppy is enjoying my attention, you'll have so much more fun if you just let yourself relax." His hand traced down Ghosts chest for only a moment, nearly pulling a shiver from the man. Fuck, Sanderson was good at this, too good. The man stepped back from him, turning away like nothing had happened as he returned to pick up the bags he'd set down earlier. "I have dinner," he called, moving toward another room, "come on, sweet boys, I don't want you to starve."

Ghost chose not to make a move until later, until he knew that he could properly take Sanderson down without his second, Gaz, or Makarov potentially giving any problems. That moment came as Sanderson was guiding him and Soap to their "room."

"If you don't like the mattress or covers," Sanderson had been ranting about random things for their room the entire time he was guiding them, "just let me know and we'll find you something different. Oh! Also if you guys want any decorations or something also let me know! There's this cute furniture store nearby that we could-"

Ghost took his opportunity as the man opened the door to the room. He rushed forward, slamming into the man's back and spinning him so that he could pin his front to the wall inside the room, his arm wrapped tightly around his throat to effectively choke him out.

Sanderson gasped against his arm, his hands coming up to grip at the flesh desperately. Ghost felt satisfaction thrum through his veins as he tightened his grip harder. It would only be a few minutes before the man would be passed out and then only a few moments after that before he would be dead.

He could hear Soap scrambling next to him, trying to figure out what to do. "Soap," he started lowly, readjusting his grip on Sanderson, "We need to get Gaz and-"

He gave a grunt of pain when a foot was suddenly slammed back against his leg, dragging down against him in a way that was sure to leave gnarly bruises on his skin. He must have let his grip go lighter from the pain because, in the next second, Sanderson was out of his arms. He tried to grab at him, but was met quickly with a harsh foot to his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He wasn't even fully sure what happened after that, but what he did know was that in the next few seconds he found himself kneeling on the floor, a hand gripping his hair through his mask while the other held a knife to his throat dangerously close to skin.

Behind him, Sanderson's breathing was heavy, air finally being allowed back into his lungs. After a moment, he spoke. "Well, that was fun." Ghost wanted to bang his head against a wall. He'd just tried to kill the man and the other was describing what had happened as "fun?"

"Sanderson," Soap started carefully. His eyes were fixed on the knife at Ghosts throat.

"Roach," Sanderson responded carefully, "You sweet boys call me Roach. Understand?"

Soap swallowed harshly before hesitantly nodding. Ghost didn't respond, at least not until that knife pressed closer to his skin threateningly. "Yes," he hissed out in annoyance. There was something else though, something rather unfortunate creeping under his skin. Heat. Something about being forced to his knees, being physically overpowered, being controlled. It was doing it for him. He fucking hated it.

"Good kitty," Sanderson responded. Ghost could hear the grin in his voice as he continued, "If you wanted to play, you should have just told me." He made a humming noise, "I'd be more than happy to have your arms back around my throat." There was a pause as a low satisfied groan filled the air. "Later though, when I can trust you not to kill me with it."

"You," Soap started hesitantly, "You're not going to kill him?"

"Kill him?" Sanderson sounded surprised that Soap would even suggest something like that. "Why would I do that?" He sounded genuinely offended and, for a moment, Ghost wanted to laugh.

"Well," Soap shuffled nervously, "He did just try to kill you."

Sanderson waved him off with a huff, "Nothing that hasn't happened before. Volodya has tried it, Gaz has tried it, I'm sure you'll try it at some point. It is a part of the process."

"The process?" Ghost grumbled out, curiosity filling him.

Sanderson hummed. "Making you mine," the man answered easily.

"We won't ever be yours," Ghost growled out. The knife at his throat pressed threateningly again.

"Never say never, kitty." Sanderson's voice was low, "You'll come around sweet boys, but until then, I need an apology."

There was a pause, the air grew tense, finally Soap asked, "What do you want? Us to say sorry?"

"Yes," Sanderson spoke carefully, "Say sorry and, puppy, I'll take a kiss as well. As punishment for kitty here." He readjusted his grip on the knife at Ghosts throat, pressing it up toward his chin, "Go on."

Soap gave a quick hesitant look to Ghost before making his way over, stopping beside Ghost as he spoke, "We're very sorry."

Sanderson made a pleased noise, "And you sweet boy?"

Ghost grit his teeth, genuinely considering just telling the man to stab him in the throat before finally harshly responding, "Sorry."

There was a moment that passed, Ghost closed his eyes so that he wouldn't have to watch Soap lean in to the other man. He could still hear them though. He could hear the sounds of their kiss, the pleased gasp that was pulled from Soap, the noise of happiness from Sanderson. Finally, after several moments, those noises stopped and the knife was removed from his throat.

He stumbled forward, quickly pushing himself to his feet and far away from Sanderson who was watching him with amusement, a knife twirling between his fingers. Sanderson watched Soap come over to check on Ghost, his hands pressing carefully to his throat before relief overtook his features.

After several moments, Sanderson slipped to the door, a grin on his face as he called, "Have a good night sweet boys. I look forward to playing again in the morning." With those teasing words he was gone, leaving Soap and Ghost alone with an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness as they realized just how hard this was going to be.

My Masterlist

[blackholemojis]

u have made posts telling about your aac you use... would u b willing to share images of how you have it set up and maybe give tips for people working on making their own aac?

I would love to but I think it may give away my anonymity, since I like to share pictures of my different pages. I can share some details and organizing tips though! This isn't anything comprehensive, I think I'd need to spend a lot more time on that, but hopefully this is helpful for someone. For context, I use TD Snap Lite :)

I'll include a list of different word categories at the bottom under the cut, so if you're looking for types of words to focus on, you can skip to there!

Organization part 1

I keep all my commonly used words and folders for other words on my quickfires page, starting with basic communication words (yes/no, who/what/where, etc) and folders (conversation phrases, short responses, nouns, verbs, etc).

Then I have commonly used descriptors, connector words, actions, and nouns. All these are broad words like "thing" or "person," "and" or "because," and "go" and "fix." Even if I didn't have a button for a specific concept, I would still be able to describe it, like "the thing that is mine."

I organize the different buttons in rows on the same page, and try to group similar words together, that way I can find them easily.

I started with buttons for different bADLs (basic activities of daily living), which are bathing, dressing, grooming/hygiene, eating, toileting, and transferring/movement. Then I went to activities that I do every day, like studying, doing housework, or watching TV.

The idea is that I would be able to get through a whole day and be able to describe what I want, what I need, my activities, and what I don't want or need (the ability to say no is important, even for little things!)

Organization part 2

What words I have is important, but so is how I make sure I can find them easily. With TD Snap you can give buttons custom colors and custom border colors, so I use those to organize types of words, and types within those types (so verbs versus nouns, and then people-nouns versus object-nouns)

I also put the most commonly used words towards the right side of the screen, since I'm right handed and that means they'll be easiest to access.

I try to use pastels so I can read the labels, and I edit the text size of all buttons so I can see the symbol and label well. With descriptors, I try to group similar ones together, and group ones that have "opposites" either right next to each other or one above the other (words like up and down, or inside and outside).

Finding gaps

The easiest way for me to figure out what buttons I'm missing is by using my AAC when I'm near full spoons and can think about language well, like now. That way I know what I'm missing, and I can make a button and organize it in the moment without it taking much energy. Usually I'm missing different categories of words, like colors, or words to describe time.

Here's a bunch of word categories under the cut, starting with "essentials" and then moving on to common non-essentials! Feel free to ask me to include any other ideas

BADLs

Bathing (shower, bath, sponge bath, and related words you use for bathing)

Dressing (getting dressed, getting undressed, picking out clothes, words for different types of clothes)

Grooming/hygiene (brushing teeth, flossing teeth, brushing/combing hair, trimming hair, dyeing hair, cleaning piercings, washing face, shaving, makeup)

Eating/drinking (breakfast, lunch, dinner, snack, meal, types of food you eat, spoon, fork, knife, chopstick, bowl, plate, mug, water, warm beverages, napkins, and any other words you use for eating/drinking)

Toileting (bathroom, stall, toilet, sink, washing hands, soap, toilet paper, menstrual products, changing toileting equipment, and any other words)

Transferring/Movement (any mobility aids you use, transferring to/from mobility aids, terms for your aids, walk, run, jog. I included transportation words like "drive" and "car" in my section for this, but that's not necessary)

Essential communication

Yes (and variations)

No (and variations)

Maybe

Something else

I don't know

I need

I don't need

I want

I don't want

options for basic needs, so you can say "I need" and "use the bathroom" (eating, drinking, sleeping, waking, showering/bathing, using the bathroom, dental care, hair care, getting dressed, getting undressed, changing menstrual products, changing medical equipment, and transferring to/from mobility aids)

I consent

I do not consent

I revoke consent

Leave

Stay

Help

Fringe vocabulary for everyday activities and emergencies

Emergency words/phrases (I need a doctor, etc)

Personal info (name, age, etc)

Disability/mental health/medical terms that apply to you

Parts of the body

Types of injury/medical issues

Places you go

People you live with

People you interact with often

Pets names

Neighbors names

Carer or staff name(s)

Important belongings and things you use every day

Everyday hobbies (bike, watch show, etc)

Everyday to-do list activities (do laundry, shower, etc)

Action words (things one can do)

Common nouns (persons, places, things, and ideas)

Connector words (and, to, since, etc)

Feelings (positive, neutral, and negative)

Descriptor words

Colors

Direction

Size

Shape

Days of the week

Months

Seasons

Numbers

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day 7: in the club

kard 2.1k words female reader insert Reader x Matthew Kim (BM) x Kim Taehyung (J.Seph) NSFW

🖤 warnings: semi-public sex, penetrative sex (f receiving), getting it on w/ ur homeboy, threesome~ 🖤

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Eventually, one of them will give up.

It's worked out like that the one or two other times you've been pursued by more than one person in the club. At some point, one of them sees you with another and gives up. Easier than ghosting, less confrontational than trying to explain that you found someone else. Problems take care of themselves, in this context.

So you enjoy the attention of both men, one on each side of the crowded club.

The first man is a playful, solid-built guy with clear features and a pervasive air of shyness, despite how bold he's being with you. His ears and neck drip silver jewelry, and his denim-on-denim is distressed black fabric from his fashion cap to his designer sneakers.

He dances with you, a gracious amount of space between his body and yours even as his fingers sneak into your back pocket, and he doesn't say much. You like him, though, as much as you can like a random guy in the club.

You think you'll be going home with him, until you cross the club to find one of the friends you came here with, and your attention is caught all over again.

The second man is huge, tall and broad and masculine, dressed in loose leather pants and a plaid shirt over a tank top that hides nothing of his chiseled physique. He talks an awful lot, slang and bad jokes and insistence that he buy you a fresh drink - right into your hand from the bartender, safe and respectful - and then hold it so that no one fucks with it.

He's class-clown attractive, fuckboy attractive, but he's so sweet and earnest that you wonder how he was given a Doberman face with a golden retriever soul.

They're both excellent options, so you don't really care which one ends up scaring off the other. It'll take care of itself.

You weave your way back across the packed dancefloor, back to Cap Guy from Tall Guy. Cap Guy is right where you left him, leaning against the wall, sipping from a half-empty beer.

If this next set doesn't have a song that you like, you might just ask him back to your place right away instead of heading back out to dance. You're getting kind of tired, and you could really use a night like this.

But as you reach Cap Guy, a hand on your shoulder lets you know that you've been operating with unfortunate tunnel vision.

You did not notice that Tall Guy has been following you.

And here he is, right behind you, looking clean over your head at Cap Guy.

They're looking at each other with an expression that you can't begin to understand, something like understanding but also a twinge of what you swear is humor. Cap Guy is nearly grinning.

"I..." you start, unsure if talking will help but unable to stop yourself. "I'm-"

But Tall Guy cuts you off. "Dude."

He surged forward and meets Cap Guy's outstretched hand in a high-five so resounding that you can hear the slap of it over the bumping club music.

"Wondered where you'd been all night, bro, this is nuts," says Tall Guy.

"Should've known," Cap Guy replies.

"You two...know each other, then," you say weakly.

Tall Guy leans fully on Cap Guy's shoulder, comfy and relaxed. "Sephy is, like, my best fuckin' friend."

They're best friends.

"You have good taste, no lie," he adds.

They don't seem mad, which is a relief. You wouldn't want two big guys pissed at you for two-timing them. But you're still in for an awkward departure, here. So much for problems fixing themselves.

"Still," you say, forcing as natural a laugh as you can, "Still, a little weird. Sorry."

Tall Guy looks at Cap Guy - Sephy? "Weird? S'it weird?"

"I should be heading home soon, anyway," you excuse.

Hopefully they'll give you the graceful out, and not make a scene about the fact that you've been-

"Home? Already?" asks Cap Guy.

"Yeah, yeah, my friend was looking a little drunk, and-"

"Means you don't wanna have any more fun with us?" Tall Guy asks.

"Us?" you echo, nonplussed.

"Unless you're not down for that," says Cap Guy.

"Us, like..." you point back and forth between the two of them.

Cap Guy nods. Tall Guy is just watching you, tongue poking between his teeth in a dangerous grin.

You're dumbfounded, which means honesty falls right out of your mouth. "I did not think that would be an option."

Tall Guy laughs. "C'mon. I know a place."

He charges off, cutting a clean path through the clubgoers with his significant height. Cap Guy shakes his head, and leans into you, a gentle hand urging you forward after his friend.

"Matt is just like that," he says. "If you're down, though, he does kind of know a place."

"Matt," you repeat.

"Matthew. Or Matt. And you can call me Seph."

They sound like codenames or something, fake names, but you're not about to press them about it.

Matt weaves his way around one of the large circular platforms around the dancefloor, the last one before the dark hallway that leads to the bathrooms and back of house. There are two gorgeous go-go dancers on the platform, young women in complimentary outfits and dark makeup, and as Matt passes, he reaches upward. One of the girls, all shaggy hair and long dagger nails, looks at him, looks at you following behind him, and daps him up.

"Don't make a mess!" she yells, deep voice carrying from her podium.

The other girl, a vision in a tiny skirt, rolls her eyes and waves at Seph as he leads you past.

"Friends of ours," Seph tells you needlessly. "They work here, so no worries about getting...interrupted."

You wonder what you've just gotten yourself into.

'Knowing a place' turns out to be something more like 'being aware of the employee lounge.'

That's what it looks like, at least; a closet-sized room with a mini fridge, a half-broken neon sign with beer logo on it, and a busted couch. Two sets of handbags and cosmetic pouches and spare clothes on a table to one side suggest that maybe those two go-go dancers use this room. It explains the demand not to make a mess, anyway.

"S'okay with you, right?" Matthew checks again, as you tentatively step into the little room.

"What? This?"

"Yeah. We ain't about to pressure you into nothing."

The atmosphere is tense, loaded. This room is right next to the bathroom, right down a very short hall from the dancefloor. The music is still loud in here, thumping bass through the walls and the same kind of hazy air as in the rest of the place. It's dark, it's just slightly too warm, and it's so small that you're already pressed to Seph's side.

It's new. It's exciting.

Not to mention that both of these guys are so incredibly hot, you don't quite understand how you got both of them in here with you.

"Yeah, I'm good," you say.

Matt grins again. "Then what're we waitin' for?"

You expect him to make the first move, considering the difference between his personality and Seph's, but you're mistaken.

No, it's Seph who has the door slammed shut and your back pressed to it in an instant, one of his arms propped over your head and the other holding you by the chin, strong hands but gentle grip. He's completely blocking your view of Matt, which is just as well. A hand sneaks over and takes the cap off Seph's head, revealing messy brown hair that falls into his eyes.

Better for you. Nothing in your way, as Seph tilts your chin up and kisses you, firm and certain but still so gentle.

When he pulls back, you can see Matthew again, looming, wearing the cap backwards over his bright blue hair. He looks far too pleased with the scene in front of him, and suddenly you're self-conscious, ducking forward to hide your face in Seph's collarbone.

Music still shakes the walls, the beat quick and loud. Maybe reggaeton.

"Still good?" Seph asks.

You feel the question in his chest as you hear it, something reassuring to the solidness of him, and despite your nerves, you answer, "Yeah."

"Good."

He turns the two of you around just for more hands to catch you, Matt's grip firm on your waist, guiding you one, two, three steps back before he sits heavily on the couch. You follow him down, and his ridiculous height and musculature means that he has you arranged just right, straddling his lap, before you even know it.

You can't help but consider that their comfort comes from experience.

How often do they do things like this?

You voice that question, tentative under Matt's intense gaze, and he laughs. "'S' happened. Y'know. Whenever it seems like a good time."

Unhelpful.

"What's a broship if you haven't seen each other naked, anyway?" Seph adds, and Matt laughs again.

"Speakin' of..."

A brow quirked, he goes for the hem of your top, and it's with a few words of encouragement and a brief retreat to be able to wrestle buttons and zippers that you find yourself stripped to your underwear and back on his strong lap.

"This isn't seeing each other naked," you point out, when your senses return.

Both of them, the one beneath you and the one hovering within reach, are both still fully clothed, and it makes you a little self-conscious.

Matthew nods. "You're so right."

He takes Seph's denim jacket by the back collar and yanks it down his arms unceremoniously, far cry from the way he's handling you. Seph shrugs the garment off, nonplussed.

It's taken in turns from there. Matt's flannel shirt, the undone belt and popped button on Seph's jeans. Your bra, leaving you still the most exposed by far. Matt's pants, finally, but amusingly, not his tank top. Your panties.

"Still only me," you complain again, when you're fully nude in the thick air of the lounge.

Grinning, jostling you on his lap so that you can feel the shape of his hard-on against your thigh, Matt takes Seph's cap off his own head and puts it on you, instead.

"There."

Maybe it's the sweet, silly gesture, or maybe it's how Seph's expression changes just a little bit into something hungry and fond, but suddenly, you're not nervous anymore. It's your turn.

Back against the door you go, standing, pulling Seph close, and guiding him to press you against the thin wood.

"I wanted you, first, anyway," you tease, loudly enough that Matt protests from back on the couch.

A glance proves that he's not bothered in the slightest, though, lounging just how you'd left him, hand dipping into the waistband of his boxers.

The cap doesn't fit well, but Seph adjusts it on your head anyway as he tugs his jeans down - not off, but down just enough...

As he's sliding home - an easy slide, too, you've been worked up for ages, hours - with one hand holding your thigh up over his hip and the other bracing himself against the door so that his weight pins you there, half-suspended, it happens.

The doorknob turns, fruitlessly, since there's a fair bit in the way of it opening.

The music is still pounding outside, the quick eight-count of what is most definitely reggaeton, but much closer than that, you can hear a woman's voice.

"I wouldn't if I were you," Matt calls.

The doorknob stops moving.

"You're not serious. In my club?" the girl on the other side complains.

"So serious," Seph adds.

There's a noise, maybe a scoff, maybe a gasp, at how close his voice is.

"We're busy, Minny, take your break later," says Matt.

"Busy," she said, venomous, the voice of an exasperated sibling.

All the while, of course, Seph has been pumping into you shallowly. Torturous, in your opinion. Extremely unfair. You'd prefer not to embarrass yourself right now, but he's leaving you without many options.

"Tell her," Seph says, and after a second, you realize he's looking at you, talking to you.

You blink at him.

"Tell her how busy."

It doesn't even cross your mind to say no.

No, instead, you try. "We're a - a little b- ah!"

The last part is a garbled moan, too loud and half-swallowed at the same time. It's Seph's fault, a well-timed, deep-and-dirty grind into you, pelvis against your clit for just a second, and you really can't help it. You hear the girl on the other side of the door sigh, resigned.

"Come to the bar when you're done. Drinks are on the house, for dealing with these two." With the way that Seph is all but holding you up now that your legs threaten to give out, the way that Matt is standing now, watching with unabashed hunger in his face, you think you're definitely going to take her up on that.

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Ride With You (part five)

Or, Jungkook's exes can really hold a grudge

Ot7 x reader (jungkook x reader focus, slow burn, mafia au, the Boys are Crazy, namjoon🥰, your first mission!!)

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While they had begrudgingly decided to let you let you come on the mission, it was clear they didn't care if you knew what was happening. You were left in the dark about all the details, their conversation as they prepared to leave going completely over your head.

"Are we completely sure no one will recognize Jin?" Hoseok asked, tucking a small pistol into the waist band of Yoongi's suit. "He is technically a big deal, no?"

"It doesn't matter if they recognize him," Namjoon answered, fixing his tie in the mirror. Jimin stood behind him, fluffing up his hair every few moments, then shaking his head and fluffing it into a different style again. "Not many people should, but, if they do, they won't track him back to Bangtan."

"Yeah, they'll just think he's finally doing a favor for his dear old dad and making a public appearance." Taehyung smirked up at Jin, helping the older man put cufflinks on his jacket.

Jin rolled his eyes. "Ugh, you're right. Hopefully my dad doesn't hear about this. I don't need him calling me again."

You locked eyes with Jungkook who was standing next to you, the two of you leaning against the wall away from the rest as they prepared and perfected their disguises. He and you were also dressed rather fancily. While Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin and Taehyung had on sleek grey and beige suits, Jungkook had just opted for a white dress shirt and black slacks with suspenders, arguing that it was easier to move around in. You were wearing a rather attention grabbing red dress, with a high slit and a tight fit. You wondered if it was so eye grabbing to distract others or to make sure Namjoon didn't lose sight of you. Probably both.

Jungkook leaned in closer to you at your inquisitive look, answering your silent question. "Jin is the son of a pretty big CEO. He's well known in the business world by name but not by face, as he's rumored to be reclusive. Only a few people know what he actually looks like. And no one knows he's secretly a member of Bangtan."

"How is that possible?" You murmured back, eyeing the tall man.

Jungkook gestured towards the hackers. "Those two. They sweep the internet every once in a while, or if they're just suspicious someone might be snooping too much, and wipe it of all things Kim Seokjin. Besides his name of course."

"So they can still deploy him on missions like this without anyone knowing, even if he's technically famous." You hummed, putting it together.

"Yes, in a way. It's just better if people don't know he's connected to Bangtan. Seokjin doesn't actually go on many missions, unless they're recon like this one. He's charming, so he's useful for stuff like this, but if he gets injured or exposed, it's risky for us and for his father's business. And he needs the connection to his dad to ensure connections to others." Jungkook explained. "You wouldn't believe how many situations he's gotten us out of just from a little name-dropping."

You nodded, deciding not to correct on the fact that he started saying 'us' instead of 'Bangtan' and let the conversation drop.

By now, the fancily dressed men were gathered around the sole table in the dim room, picking up the folder and spreading it out on the surface. "Alright, to recap:" Namjoon pointed at a headshot of a smiling older man with gray slicked back hair. "We are looking for him, Al Warner. He's had some suspicious activity that may be connected to the organizations and may have vital information. Approach him with caution and don't be obvious about the info we're digging for."

He looked up, addressing Taehyung and Yoongi. "Anyone who you see talk with him that looks suspicious, keep track of. Better yet, tell us where they are and we'll make time to find and talk to them too. You never where good intel is gonna come from."

Yoongi nodded. "I'll be heading for their security room on the second floor first thing."

"And I'll be up there too finding a way to get control over the power system in case we need to make a quick exit." Taehyung added.

"Good. Me, Jungkook, Jin will be on the first floor." Namjoon confirmed. And me, you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes. You wondered how boring tonight would be, glued to Namjoon's side all night. But who were you kidding? Anything was better than sitting in your room.

"Actually," Jin interjected. "I think it might be worth it to have Jungkook sweeping the second floor. A lot of shady people tend to gather away from everybody, and that might include some of the people we're looking for."

"People talk louder when they think no one's around." Jimin shrugged. "I think it's a good idea, too."

Namjoon nodded, amending his mental plan. "Okay. Jungkook on the second floor, me and Jin on the first, and Tae and Yoongi watching all our backs."

"And me and Jimin won't be far when you need a getaway driver." Hoseok smiled, and for a moment, you thought about how it was strange to see a happy expression on the person you had only seen mean smirks from before.

"Perfect." Namjoon nodded, looking over everything. "Let's go then."

You all made it to the gala fashionably late, arriving just after the paparazzi and attention was on the scenery inside rather than the guests coming in. The layout of the ballroom was like a stadium, you entered on the second floor and stairs led down to the bottom, where everyone was talking and conversing, people in gorgeous dresses and suits eating hors d'oeuvres and drinking thin flutes of champagne. "You all know the plan." Namjoon said and everyone dispersed, off to their assignments. You took a step forward with Namjoon and he stopped you.

"Wait here."

You furrowed your brows. "What do you mean wait here. You want me to just stand here by myself?"

Namjoon hummed. "Good point. Yoongi, keep an eye on her. This'll only take a minute." He walked around the corner, disappearing from sight.

"Ugh", you scoffed, pacing back and forth, watching people converse from the upper balcony of the ballroom where you waited for Namjoon. The longer he took to return the more your temper rose. "I can't believe this. This is so dehumanizing." You ranted, peeling the tight dress away from your ribs so you could breathe comfortably for a second.

Yoongi didn't look pleased about being with you either, leaning against the wall and looking like he was about to fall asleep. "Who cares? Humans are scum anyway." Yoongi said, not even looking in your direction as rested his eyes. "You don't need to worry your pretty little head. Just do what we say." He said conversationally, like it was easy to.

"And if I don't?" You challenged, stopping and staring him down, not that he was acknowledging you in any way.

"If you don't, Namjoon and Hoseok will have your ass." He replied, nonchalantly.

You tilted your head, something about the phrase not sounding right. "Don't you mean have my head?"

"No, they have a thing for spanking." He deadpanned.

"No way! You guys are not going to lay a hand on me or else--" You shook your head, pointing a finger at him and his eyes finally snapped open, intensity stunning you as he stepped towards you menacingly.

"Or else what? You're not in a place of negotiation here, kitten." He spat, obviously fed up with you. "You either do what we say or we throw you to the wolves. You can help us take down your old bosses or burn with them, we don't care."

"You wouldn't." You protested weakly. "Jungkook would never forgive you if--"

"Jungkook is the only reason we haven't blown your head off yet. But we don't take kindly to resistance. He'd learn to live without you." He glared at you like you were a wad of gum he stepped on, turning back around to get back to his resting position against the wall, obviously done talking.

"You're monsters. All of you." You hissed, glaring at his back. You couldn't believe you really were at the mercy of these people who seemed to think of people lives as games.

Yoongi didn't seem a bit ashamed, closing his eyes and leaning against the wall again, seeming to be trying to block you out. "You have to be a monster to be at the top of our kind of game. And why do you act so high and mighty? If I'm not mistaken, you have a high body count yourself."

"I'm only killing the people that are corrupt." You corrected. You weren't anything like them. You turned towards the ballroom again, leaning against the railing as you looked out over the crowd. You could see it now, the faces of your old employers crumbling before you, the agony they deserved coming for them, reaping what they've sown. "I just happen to have a long list of names."

Yoongi spoke up, bursting your bubble again. "The thing is, kitten, there is no black and white in this business. There's no real good or bad. You'd be surprised to find that half of these assholes go home and spoil the hell out of their families with all the money they steal from their clients. It's not a matter of whether they do bad things or good things, it's a matter of favoritism. Who are they trying to benefit and who are they trying to sabotage?"

He spoke again, the words echoing around your head. "What are you going to do when you're too busy trying to weigh their hearts on a scale to decide whether to do the greater good?"

A ring tone sounded from his phone, a message from Namjoon saying he was on his way back to your position. He began walking down the hall to the security room and turned back to you one last time, a threat in his eyes. "Do what you were told."

Your blood boiled. This was so beneath you, you couldn't even express how angry you were with these men. But, looking on the bright side, the sooner you finished the mission the sooner you'd be away from them. A hand wrapped around your waist, a figure coming up to your side. At this point, you could tell who it was by the aura, strong and suffocating, heat emanating from them as they moved to speak into your ear.

"Are you ready?" Namjoon asked, but you were sure it wasn't a question you could say no to. You nodded stiffly, refusing to look at him, and he walked with you down the main staircase, the two of you making what looked like a charming entrance to everyone else as you descended the staircase together, your dress fanning around your feet with each step. You surveyed the room once more qs you made your way down from the higher vantage point the stairs provided, a fake smile plastered on.

"Where's Warner?" You inquired, unable to see him through the see of people.

"We aren't sure yet. Until Tae and Yoongi get access to the camera feed, we're just blending in." He responded, voice low and steady, barely moving his lips so no one could tell he was talking if they weren't right next to him.

You nodded stiffly again, wanting nothing more than to be away from him. He squeezed your arm in warning, shooting you a glare when no one was looking, pulling you to the dance floor where the bulk of people were. "Act like you're happy to be with me, you look miserable."

"Sorry, but the thought of being pressed to your side until the end of the night isn't what I call ideal." You snapped back, but took his advice, leaning into him to look more natural and laying your head on his shoulder as you looked around you.

"Sights on Warner," Yoongi's voice crackled in through the earpiece you all had. "He's at the bar, first floor."

"Understood. I'll move in." Jin responded in your ear, and you saw his tall frame across the room make over to the bar casually, as if he was just wanting to try a drink. Namjoon pulled you towards an empty spot at one of the tables where people were sitting to gossip and whisper about the other people at the gala.

"We can sit here then to keep an eye on both of them." Namjoon said, pulling out a chair and sitting down. You turned, and he had seated you both so you had a direct view of Warner and Jin. Approving, you went to sit down, before he held a hand out, stopping you. "Get some hors d'oeuvres, we'll look strange if we're just sitting here."

You narrowed your eyes at him, but he just looked at you expectantly. "Fine." You barely kept yourself from hissing and over to the tables of food and bonbons along the wall, loading up a plate while cursing out Namjoon under your breath.

"You heard what that Warner guy was saying?" You stopped, not expecting to hear someone discussing the person you after. You kept placing things on your plate, slowly, listening closely.

"Did you really believe him? He sounded crazy."

"Maybe, but it takes a little crazy to rob a warehouse, don't you think? Especially the Holy Grail." The rest of the conversation faded, but that much seemed significant. You balanced the tray of food and two flutes of champagne, walking back to tell Namjoon what you'd heard.

Only now, for some reason, some other woman was sitting in your seat, trying to chat up Namjoon.

You admired her tenacity, really, he was as unresponsive as a brick wall as she giggled and talked, but you were on a mission. Any distractions needed to go.

You walked up behind her, clearing your throat. "Excuse me," you spoke, extra politely. "That's my seat."

The lady turned, looking you up and down, then turned back around without a word, continuing to talk to Namjoon. You scoffed, looking over at Namjoon, who you swear was silently laughing at you, and figured you'd just have to handle this yourself.

You placed down the champagne and food walking closer to Namjoon's side so she'd have to look at you. Namjoon picked up a champagne flute and when she reached for the other one, you placed your hand down on top of it staring her down. "That's mine. Just like the seat you're sitting in." You said, still keeping your saccharine tone. She kept trying to pull at it, but when she realized you weren't going to budge, she let go, and you lifted it to your lips with a triumphant smile.

"Excuse me, little girl, but we're having a private conversation. Maybe you could find a seat somewhere else?" She smiled at you, venomous and sharp, and you held yourself back from glaring. You looked around the table. All the seats had slowly filled with other people, tired from dancing and wanting to sit and look at the scenery. The closest seat was two tables away. Too far.

Instead, you blinked innocently, playing into the clueless trophy role. "But, why do that," you began, sickly sweet, bringing your leg up and perching it over Namjoon's lap. "when there's a perfectly good seat here?"

You gave Namjoon a flirty smile and Namjoon looked up you, gaze dangerously sharp with a weird flit of approval, then wrapped his hand around the side of your thigh, pulling you fully down so you straddled him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, shooting a satisfied look back at the now wide-eyed lady.

"I overheard two people talking about our target." You spoke into his ear, making it seem like you were whispering sweet nothings. "They're going to be robbing a warehouse they called the Holy Grail."

He squeezed your thigh, nodding casually in acknowledgement, but the way he clenched his jaw you could tell he wasn't happy about that.

"If we could continue our conversation," the lady spoke up, voice less confidant than before after seeing the whole display in front of her, and Namjoon directed his face to her again, a dragon's intensity in his eyes.

"Go on." He drawled in a way that intimidated even you. Everything about him dripped with danger, as if he was a living 'caution' sign. But the lady didn't seem to sense the danger, leaning in then pulling back after sending another glance to you.

"You aren't going to send this... girl away? She's being rather improper." She sent you a haughty look, probably expecting Namjoon to snap his fingers and have you sent away. Instead, his demeanor darkened, his gaze impossibly more stern.

"Excuse me? Are you judging the people I have as my company?" This man had all the arrogance of a king, head held high and posture relaxed, though you could feel he was tense like a snake ready to pounce. You were surprised seeing his demeanor in person this close. Everyone spoke of how scary Bangtan's boss was, but most didn't live to tell the details. You decided you were lucky that you were the one placed in his lap, melting more into his chest and pretending you weren't in the middle of this tense exchange.

"But... b--but I thought... Never mind!" She scurried away from the table after being treated with hostility, obviously expecting that whole exchange to go differently.

"Geez." You scoffed after seeing her practically run up the stairs to the bathrooms. "If I ever look that desperate, just kill me."

"You say that while sitting in my lap." Namjoon pointed out.

"But I wasn't being desperate. I was just playing my role."

"I'd say this is more than necessary."

"Fine then." You went to stand up but his hands tightened on you, keeping you in place.

You looked at him questioningly, but he just met your look with an even stare. "Getting up too quickly will look suspicious." He explained.

"That doesn't explain why you're caressing my leg." You said, reaching back to hold his hand that had started rubbing circles on your leg. "I'm eye candy, remember. Look, don't touch."

Instead of responding, he just looked at you as if studying your face. You realized your faces were really close and leaned back, pretending to fix your hair. When he kept looking and didn't say anything you just outright asked, "What?"

"You're a quick thinker. That could definitely come in handy."

"If that's a thank you, then you're welcome."

"It's more of a... you're more useful than I thought. I'll have to make sure we properly utilize you in the future."

"You make me sound like a tool."

"Aren't we all?" He glanced over to the bar noticing Warner was gone, Jin still nursing a drink. He lifted a finger to his earpiece, talking into it. "Yoongi, what's next?"

"Jungkook, Warner's heading upstairs, Jin, there's someone he spoke to over by the leftmost pillar. And there's two guys still by the bar he was talking to as well, they might have something to say if you wanna check it out, Joon."

You two make your way over to the bar, your arm intertwined with Namjoon and hop up onto the barstools. Namjoon ordered a whiskey on the rocks and you hummed, pretending to think about it. "Just give me the sweetest thing you have." You said, voice cheery.

That managed to get the attention of the guy next to you, a weaselly looking guy, who decided to strike up conversation with you. "Ah, craving something sweet huh?" He said, looking you up and down.

You pretended not to notice his gross stare, answering. "If I'm gonna drink, I might as well get something that tastes good."

He laughed, "Of course, we're here for a good time not a long time. Though I wouldn't mind having a good time with you." He winked. What a creep, you thought. If he doesn't start giving up some good information in the next five seconds, I'm out of here.

He seemed to finally notice Namjoon, and leaned back a little. "Oh sorry, is she yours?"

"Yes, but there's no harm in making conversation." Namjoon replied, unbothered, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"That's what I'm saying, too many people get up in arms over words," the guy continued and at this point, you were tuning him out, letting Namjoon handle conversation with him, focusing on the fruity flavors of the drink you got.

"Do you know about the abandoned warehouses around town?" He eventually said, and you tuned back in, hoping it was related to what Warner was doing.

"Oh, I've only seen a couple." Namjoon replied casually.

The guy continued enthusiastically. "There's way more than just a couple. My buddy says they're filled to the brim with some mafia junk, but the one he's after belongs to some big shots. Super rich and super state of the art stuff in there."

"Really?" Namjoon asked, but you could tell the tone of his voice he was focused on something else.

The guy continued, "He's gonna raid it, he says, and give the stuff to some big organization he's working for."

At that, you and Namjoon locked eyes.

"That guy sure seems confident." Namjoon commented, picking up his whiskey. "Excuse us, me and my date are going to get something to eat." He said, standing up and holding a hand out to help you up.

"Let's meet up again, buddy, and uh, bring the girl." He smiled at you and you pretended you didn't see, playing with the buttons on Namjoon's suit.

Once you were a safe distance away, you let out a deep breath. "That guy was a total creep." You murmured as you walked away. "And he smelled horrible."

"You poor thing." Namjoon chuckled.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"Oh, never."

"Alright you guys, start making your way towards the exit. We'll debrief on the information we gathered and see what me and Tae can work with." Yoongi said through the earpiece and you looked at Namjoon.

"That's it?" You mused. It had been less than two hours, and most missions you had been on in the past had been excessively thorough when it came to gathering information.

"This is only reconnaissance. It's supposed to be quick, and the less time Yoongi and Tae have to infiltrate the security fire walls the better. If they get caught, it'll be a problem." He explained.

"I thought you were all super skilled and capable or whatever."

"We are. But it would be more work than necessary and call too much attention to ourselves."

"Wow. The biggest mafia in the world and you're lazy." You smirked.

"Don't get too comfortable teasing." Namjoon warned, but the look in his eye was much more easy going than earlier, relaxed now that the mission was over.

You felt a something in your head nagging you to stop as you walked through the crowd of people, something telling you to stick around for one more second.

You "accidentally" slipped your shoe off, stopping in place. "Oops," you said, "give me a moment." You went over to your shoe, starting to pick up a piece of conversation.

"-- you said you're raiding that mafia warehouse... you're crazy--"

You could barely hear, so you moved over to a pillar, feigning that you needed to lean on something for stability as you faux struggled to get your shoe on.

"Do you have a death wish? That mafia will whip your butt if you even dare."

"Come on, I know I can do it. They barely watch the place. And I need those supplies. An informant from that organization I told you about is coming to see me next Sunday, and if I deliver, I'll get a promotion for sure."

You pulled on your shoe as the conversation dwindled off, heading towards Namjoon. He stared at you inquisitively and shook your head, walking towards the exit.

True to his word, Hoseok pulled up in a sleek black car, and you opened the back door, Namjoon getting in the front. Before you could even sit down fully though, you were pulled into someone's arms, immediately melting into them as you recognized them as Jungkook's, strong and warm.

"Hey beautiful," He gave you a peck on the cheek. "You did great, and you looked so pretty tonight." He said, sweet and encouraging.

"You did great too handsome," You giggled, giving him a kiss on his cheek as well.

"Can you tone down the PDA back there?" Hoseok groaned, making a face of disgust in the rearview mirror.

"Oh please," Namjoon chuckled, teasing him. "Like you haven't done worse."

"She doesn't have to know that." Hoseok retorted, making Namjoon laugh again and you almost joined in, stopping yourself last second.

For a moment, it almost felt normal.

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Random unsorted thoughts on Godzilla x Kong:

Both this film and the last one felt like they had a story for Kong but were really struggling to come up with anything for Godzilla, so they just have him attacking random cities to kill time until they actually need him for the finale. This story in particular feels like they could've easily just cut Godzilla out all together and made it a solo Kong movie.

I'm glad Shimo didn't die, she's very pretty and she suffered a lot and deserved better.

When Ilene said to Bernie "We met in Hong Kong" I actually said out like "No you didn't". The two parties were never shown on screen together for the entire movie.

Mothra was underutilized once again but at least she's back now and didn't die, so hopefully she'll get her due in the next film. She really felt like a late addition though cause they didn't really do much set-up to explain why she was hibernating in the Hollow Earth already in moth form or why Jia was needed to awaken her.

Also, when they first introduced the Iwi leader before showing her face, I thought there was gonna be a plot twist where it turned out the Iwi didn't die in the storm, they escaped into the Hollow Earth and the leader would turn out to be Jia's twin sister. So the reason they needed Jia was because Mothra can only be awakened by a pair of twins with psychic powers. The fact that they didn't do this just kinda makes me a little angrier about the fact that they didn't bring back Ilene Chen or her sister when they were already set-up as the Monsterverse equivalent of Mothra's fairies.

It seems like they didn't get the music rights back for this movie because both Mothra and Godzilla's leitmotifs sound like generic knock-offs.

One thing this movie does that I really appreciate, and have actually been asking for, is extended sequences where we're just following the monsters with no humans around and no dialog. We get a lot of that in Kong's story, and I guess they felt like it was a safe enough choice because primates are very humanlike and can express themselves in ways that are very readable to humans. Plus the apes are supposed to be pretty intelligent, so they can put Kong into a story that could easily have been about a human character. I would like to see Godzilla get some of that treatment too, but I doubt they'll ever do it because it's harder to make him look and act human or put him into a humanly relatable plot. But like, I want that though. I want something almost like a nature documentary where it's just about animal survival in the wild, not a whole thing about finding a kingdom of primates enslaved by a cruel dictator using an ice dragon to keep everyone in line and fighting to liberate them from their oppressor.

Kong's arm brace was a deus ex machina if I ever saw one. Literally nothing hinted at its existence until it was needed to solve a very specific problem immediately after it was introduced. The entire thing plays out as one contrived coincidence after another. Like, "We had an idea for a thing, but they said it was a bad idea and shut it down. BUT ONLY AFTER WE ALREADY BUILT A WHOLE ENTIRE PROTOTYPE THAT WORKS PERFECTLY. Also, it just happens to be where we are right now. Also convenient that it was Kong's right arm instead of his left that got hurt, or one of his legs. Also, the explanation for it is that they wanted to give him an enhancement so he'd stand more of a chance against something like Godzilla in the future. It wasn't supposed to be a medical device, but it just happened to have a system for injecting Kong with meds built in, and also had those meds already loaded into the syringes ready to go at a moment's notice.

This is the third time a Titan being critically injured and needing human assistance before the final battle has been a plot point. When it happened in KOTM I feel like it worked because it was a very simple fix: Godzilla's hurt and needs radiation to regenerate, so we detonate a bomb to give him a lot of it at once so he can regenerate faster and kick Ghidorah's ass. Second time it happened it was like, "Isn't this already a discredited cliche by now? Like, that's not what defib paddles are for or how they work." In this movie, when they first introduced Trapper I was like, "Oh cool, a Titan veterinarian. That makes sense as a world building element and it gives the human characters a way to impact the story without it feeling forced." Like, the vet would be able to diagnose problems that the Titans are experiencing and figure out how to treat them, or make educated guesses about what an antagonistic Titan's weakness might be and how to exploit it based on his understanding of Titan biomedicine. But after pulling Kong's tooth, Trapper being a vet doesn't really affect the plot. Like, he didn't need that background just to know the arm brace existed and go get it and put it on him. They didn't even emphasize like, him having good beside manner to keep Kong calm because he knows how to work with animals.

I do appreciate that they introduced him as Ilene's ex so you think they're maybe going to get back together, but then for the rest of the movie it seems like it's actually Trapper and Bernie who've got the romance subplot going on.

I did not expect Kong being smart and resourceful and capable of making traps to end up being the set-up for some actually kinda hilarious moments like beaning a monkey with a rock and hitting Godzilla with pocket sand. Kong trying to drag Godzilla into the Hollow Earth by the tail was also funny. The whole reunion in general is kind of hilarious because they parted on good terms, Kong figures out that he needs help and goes to get Godzilla, but Godzilla's like "I thought I told you never to show your face here again!" so Kong just tries to straight-up kidnap him. Then Mothra shows up to make Godzilla understand why Kong is trying to make him deal with his problems.

Although, Godzilla was already juicing up like crazy because he was hearing the Iwi distress calls right? So he knew something was coming and he wanted to help, but he didn't want to hear it when Kong came to actually ask for help.