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lilyarchived · 2 years ago

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distanced [simon "ghost" riley]

a/n: can you tell i like writing angst?

warnings: swearing, hurt to comfort, fem outfit, a little ooc if you squint, 1.201 words oops

summary: after a fight with ghost, you don’t pay any attention to him for the whole day, deciding it’s what he wants anyway.

“forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.” you sniffle, turning your back and grabbing your keys, storming out of the little apartment complex you two had been sharing for 6 months. his breathing was heavy, his huge form heaving up and down as he just watched you leave. ‘that’s it, then?’ you think to yourself, hesitant to keep walking to your car. god it was freezing. you go to fix your coat but you haven’t brought one. sighing, you quicken your pace to the car. it was dark out.

your drive to your old apartment was quick, it was 2 am and the only cars out were people who had night shifts. you just wanted to talk to him, that’s all. you just wanted to spend time with your boyfriend, that’s all; yet that seemed to set him off. screaming and tears were all that you remembered. you remembered how you flinched when he raised his hand to fix his hair. you remember his horrified look. you remember getting in your car and, oh. that’s now.

you reach your apartment and the first thing you do is lay down for 10 minutes to cool down. after deciding that’s enough moping around, you take a good look at your surroundings and decide it’s time for redecorating. you spent the whole early morning moving furniture around and hanging up new posters and renewing bedsheets, and adding new scents to your humidifier, and blasting feel good songs, and.. and.. you miss him.

never mind that, you finish up and decide to take time for yourself to unwind, showering, skincare, reading, and doing all sorts of your hobbies you haven’t gotten the chance to do. sitting comfortably on your polished couch as you flip through the pages of your book and take a long sip of your warm coffee, you start to appreciate life and yourself just a little bit more. that doesn’t help the fact that there is a part of you longing for him, missing how he’d usually be behind you cuddling, some documentary playing in the background as his soft snores fill the silence.

stop it! god! get a grip, [Y/N]! stop thinking about him! what’s so good about Lieutenant Simon “ Ghost “ Riley anyway!? it’s not like he makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world, not like he has that one soft look whenever it comes to you, it’s not like,, you love him. a long and exaggerated sigh came out of you as the realisation hits. you do love him. but what does it matter now? it’s been 4 long hours since you’ve seen him, he hasn’t even called! you check your phone again to look for any missed calls but all you get is a message from soap saying “yer late 2day?” ‘ohhh no.’ “shit.” you mumble as you search for your keys as you race to your car and get to the base as fast as you can.

you blast through the debriefing room wearing a brown tank top with a brown cardigan hanging loosely, your moss green long skirt ruffled as you plop your messenger bag on the table, hair claw barely keeping your wild hair up. headphones still hanging on your neck as you apologise for being late. “glad to see you’ve dressed up first, eh?” price remarks with a small smile as he continues talking, your cheeks blushing from embarrassment, forgetting to get into uniform since you had left in such a rush. you straighten your hair as you take notes during the whole meeting, all while feeling a familiar pair of eyes scan your body.

you’re purposefully ignoring him, going straight to your office once the debriefing was over, despite his calls for your name. he didn’t wanna spend time with you? that’s fine, you’ll give him what he so desperately wants. you lock yourself in the room to take at least 3 minutes to just get a hold of yourself and breathe. you finally get up to do some of the paperwork you’ve been putting off, and get to price’s office to be assigned more.

“this is unusual, you want more work?” he raises an eyebrow at you before filing some more paper. “yes sir.” a hum is all you get out of him. you stand there for at least another minute waiting for more orders, that is until he calls in the man you’ve been dreading to see. “WHAT? NO. WHY WOULD YOU-” you shut up instantly as you hold your breath when his big frame comes in. “go help him out with drills, since you so badly want to work.” your captain’s sassy ass voice is making your eye twitch, but you nonetheless comply. you were the first to step out of the room infuriated and hot-headed, awaiting more orders from your lieutenant.

as soon as you finish up helping the new recruits as ordered, you ignored your boyfriend's orders of wanting to talk after the drills. you speed walk to your room to lay down, bruised feet and sore back, whining and groaning at the pain. you immediately sit up as you hear your bedroom door creak open, wondering who it is since you had it locked. you go through the list of who could have your key and the only one to cross your mind is your boyfriend you’ve been ignoring for the whole day. and to no surprise it’s him, simon riley, who walks into your door and kneels beside your legs.

“what’re you doing?” you ask, rubbing your eyes and groggily shuffling your hair. he just sighs and starts massaging your legs, hoping you would take this as a silent apology. “god stop it, simon.”

he doesn’t listen to your complaints as he pushes your small frame (compared to his, i mean c'mon this man is a giant) on the bed, laying you down as he cuddles on top of you. “si- i can’t breathe.” he only shifts a little to the side so that he wouldn’t accidentally crush you with his sheer strength. “‘m sorry, didn’t mean to make you cry like that.” your eyes flutter shut as you calm your breathing, still being bear hugged by your lieutenant beside you. “was so worried, thought i’d never see you again.” his deep vibrating voice tickles your ears, making you slightly happy. the warmth you’ve been longing for was back.

“don’t you ever do that to me again.” you whisper, finally hugging him back and facing him for the first time in a while. “yes ma’am.” he replies, moving your stray hair strands back to see your face better. “won’t ever let you go again.”

a/n: outfit i was thinking of ,, anyway this was kinda like forced, i’ve been wanting to write this for so long and only got the time to do so now sooooooooooooo hope u like it mwua mwua stay hydrated

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endearng · 5 months ago

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The books that I keep by my bed — are full of your stories

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader Summary: The answer is: you don't. | Part 2 to Lifeline. WC: 1.9k Warnings: none :) this is pure fluff and maybe a little delusional lol considering reader's background A/N: I have no excuse for myself, I love to call people I love and read to them. I feel like Spencer would love that as well. The title is based on the song 'Sloom', by Of Monsters and Men. <3 | masterlist

Now, a year after the incidents that made your life change for the better, as you wake up every day, you can remember the first thing you see. Maybe the white ceiling as the soft fabric of your duvet grazes your skin. Maybe a vision of your window. Maybe your nightstand, where you keep sort of a shrine — a current read, a picture of you as a kid, your reading glasses, a lamp, your favorite watch, the sobriety chip that you always put in your pocket whenever you went out. And the letters you got from Spencer, of course.

Things had been getting better, even if you had ups and downs. You slowly made your way back to college and were taking your last classes before graduation. You had an internship in a practice that allowed you to be in contact with the career you wanted to pursue, helping others through therapy. You also found your family again, having moved out of Richmond, but staying in touch and casually visiting them when you were in need of a shoulder. through it all, you got letters from dr. Spencer Reid.

You haven't met much, of course. He had stayed with you as long as he could when you were at the hospital, but he claimed that he would stay in touch. True to his words, you got letters weekly and sometimes he would call you late at night, being forced to by the timezone, in need of someone to talk to. You picked up every time and, at some point, you went to sleep hoping you'd get woken up by the sound of your phone ringing.

His letters always told stories that helped you fall asleep: creative, funny, gut wrenching at times. As time went by, you found out that, besides a great friend, he was also an incredibly talented writer. Spencer wasn't very good at disguising that it was he and his experiences that he talked about, no matter how hard he tried to convince you otherwise. You'd laugh about the fact that you were able to see right through him.

As soon as the phone stops ringing, letting him know you've taken his call, his face lights up in a smile. "Today was a good day."

"Is that so? What happened?" He asked, heart skipping a beat at the sound of your voice.

"I made some new friends at university." You squeal in excitement. He can feel the smile on your face. "They are a bit younger than me, but they are very supportive."

"I'm glad you have new friends now. University can be very demanding and overwhelming. It's important to have good company." He said, picking on a fingernail.

"I have you." You said, clutching the locker between your fingers.

He faltered.

"Y-yeah, but, you know... I'm not always around."

Glancing at your bedtime stories, you say, "You are". Yes, they are yours, because he wrote them for you.

Spencer gulps. God. This... This is getting out of hand.

Quietness. "Anyway, how was your day, Spencer?"

"It was... good. We just solved the case, but we're too tired to go back to Quantico now." He replied mindlessly.

"Then why aren't you getting some rest?"

He blurted out, "I needed to check on you."

A sigh from your end. He didn't quite know how to read that, since he was unable to look you in the eye, but he preferred thinking that you were happy that he called. "Thank you for doing that. But, you know, I'm doing good." Silence. "Are you?"

"I am, yes. I'm happy to talk to you."

"I always look forward to our calls. And your letters. You know, you're getting better at disguising yourself, Reid." You chuckle, imagining him rolling his eyes at you. "Don't say a word. Come on! A guy who sits and watches time going by? That's you! Although I was a little shocked to see that he wasn't stuck in place forever. That's a first."

He chuckled. "I assume you like it, then?"

"Very much," you quip. "I have a question, though. Is this a metaphor?"

"What for?"

"I was thinking. That guy you wrote about stays in place, apparently rooted to the spot, but suddenly he witnesses something unsettling in front of him and decides it's time to go, right?" he nods, although you can't see him. "Where to?"

"To his place."

"As in his house? Does he have one?"

Lying down on the mattress, he closes his eyes, focusing on your voice and how absolutely naive you were. "He might, yes. I might write about it whenever I can."

Again, he can feel your smile. "I'll be waiting, then. I'm glad you called."

Spencer falls asleep to your voice reading the short story he had written you, his phone clutched near to his wild heart.

—

Tonight, Spencer would actually come in to visit you. It was about time you two properly hang out together, after endless months of phone calls and letters sent to you — you had joked once that maybe he should come over. That made him drive all night to get to you.

You were a mess, having meticulously cleaned your apartment over and over so that it would be spotless when he arrived. You looked around and felt a strange sense of pride; the decor reflected the new stage of your life, the best one so far. The plants that adorned your living room, as small it may be, made you feel like you had something to care for, something to come home to. Something to be here for.

The doorbell rang. You thought you felt a ghost of sweat run down your back. Taking a deep breath, you saw Spencer Reid.

"Hi," you breathed out, the biggest, most honest smile on your face. He smiled back.

If the sun was a person, it would look like you.

In a hoarse voice, he greeted you back. "Hi."

Spencer took in your appearance. Your cheeks were fuller, your eyes were now brighter and your smile reached them. He had never seen such a sight before, and he felt his heart rate speed at the thought that it was for his eyes only. You were smiling at him. He fought the itch to give you a hug, thinking that it would be too much for you. A thought hit him then: that he would, that he could never do anything to upset you in any form.

All that from a smile alone.

"Come in, please," you said, making room for him to enter. "I'm dying to show you something."

Entering your apartment, he muttered, "I'm dying to see what it is."

Upon his arrival, the light seemed brighter and you could barely stop yourself from grinning like a damn fool. What did you do to my eyes?

"It's just a draft. I'm still working on it."

Pulled out of his reverie, he managed a small grin. Your hair was thicker, fuller, framing your face so beautifully. Your clothes fitted you a lot better and you looked very happy. Whether it was from seeing him or in general, Spencer didn't know, but he allowed himself to indulge at the precious thought. Your big, round eyes looked at him expectantly as your delicate hands held a paper out to him. Your graduation speech.

Looking at the yellowed sheet, he took it in his hands, fingers subtly brushing yours. You look at your hands. His touch doesn't make your skin crawl. It burns it.

This is the draft of a speech. I'm making sure to point this out because I must know what I'm going to say and what I won't. These last few months were challenging, but I'm finally starting to feel like myself again. I can see myself in the mirror and it's not a stranger. I'm no longer a stranger to the world, either. I talk to people. I understand them. I feel like doing things. It turns out that it wasn't too late. That I wasn't dead. I am not dead. And it took me bravery, a few people to whom I owe my life and that's not an overstatement, but that I'd like them to know that I'm immensely grateful for not letting me bleed myself out of my body. There's still me in here. And I'm nurturing her back to health with the help of my loved ones.

I'll never forget how you made me heal.

"I know it's not the best and I have a lot to say, but, um, I wanted you to see my first thoughts and I'm a bit scared you won't be there to hear me say it." You said, looking at him, who still glanced at the paper. "It's not like anything you write, because you sure have a way with words that I don't, but the thing is, I want you to feel like you've saved me. Because you did."

Unable to control his expressions, his brows furrowed as his eyes watered. You widened your own at him. "Shit. I... I'm sorry," you chuckled once he grinned at your curse. "You made me feel and realize so many things with no need for words. You looked at me and I felt seen, not wanted, not desired, not frowned upon... I felt seen. And I remember the look on your face every time I lay my head on the pillow."

It escapes him. He thinks he is just thinking it, but his mouth, lips, voice, everything betrays him. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever known."

Your flushed face, your mouth agape and your averted gaze make him smile. Warmth floods his chest when you say, "I'm lucky you think that."

"I'm lucky we met."

"I wanted to be the same way I once was before everything happened. But I guess that, I think I like me now. I like moving on. I like finding life again. And I know that whatever happens to me, I know it's better than anything."

"I want to happen with you."

Wrapping your arms around his torso, listening to his frantic heartbeat, you inhale deeply, your senses going haywire by the sheer presence of him. Your conversations made your heart feel fuller, his desire and questions to find out about you made you feel whole and you nurtured your curiosity about him as well. "Tell me how the drive went."

"It went well."

It is funny how people tend to shift between preferring the destination or the journey. To Spencer, it was both, and his analytic mind had, for once, trouble deciding between two things: the journey, where the anticipation of seeing you made his heart feel overwhelmed with joy over the mere prospect of looking in your eyes after months of falling asleep to the sound of your voice; or the destination, where he finally held you in his arms and your body pressed to his made everything feel realer than it ever was on his life.

Smiling softly, you look up at him to brush a strand of his hair out of his face. His heart flutters because of your adoring gaze. "I love your eyes. Um, I think that they are gorgeous," you remark in that soft melodic voice that read him his short stories.

Spencer smiled, unable to look away or to fight the blush creeping on his cheeks. Her genuine compliment left him speechless. "You... you have a way with words, you know that?" He inquired rhetorically with a tone that was a mixture of vulnerability and genuine surprise. "Your... compliments, they're..." He clears his throat, smiling dumbly, giddily, as his mind tries searching for the right adjective on his brain that apparently had short-circuited.

"... All yours. They are all yours."

The man rooted to the spot made his way back home.

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thoughtsonkm · 8 months ago

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Goodbye, for now

BABY? HONEY? BOYFRIEND SHOT? Jikook you're too much!

This episode was truly the best way to end the show, maybe even the best episode of the series. (Neck in neck with episode 2 of course) The way they enjoyed it so much but were also so sad it was over. The hot tension all around, the soft boyfriends mood who can't stop flirting and name calling each other with the most low-key couple-like sweet names. They could not stop laughing, they could not stop touching and they couldn't stop being hilarious without even trying.

SK Spotify daily chart end of November 2023 :

Jimin Jungkook Jimin Jungkook Jimin Jimin

It would be such a full circle moment if Jimin posted the boyfriend photo (which won't happen). Would almost be like a soft launch of some sort.

Not the underwear too?? Gosh I love my little gay freaks!! (didn't understand why Jimin would quote their 'yet another inner joke meme' right at that moment but I've learned to not question their inner workings)

Sorry but i have to be pretty one last time and say that I kinda had enough of seeing so much from the crew around or even in Jikook's shots and angles. It breaks the fourth wall a little too much and ruins the whole bubble idea. Ok I'm done lol

Returning to the issue at hand, the "seeing the beds for the first time" scene keeps getting funnier and funnier. As if they don't already have designated sides of the bed 😏

Ah the never ending bickering gives me life. Peep the half korean half english talk when they playfully get on each others nerves 👀😂

I better not speak on the scuzzi jacuzzi shenanigans cause otherwise.. Let's just say the photo speaks for itself..

NO YOU KNOW WHAT IMMA SPEAK. We all know that jacuzzi time is always intimate, relaxing and personal for people that's why I wish Jikook had enjoyed it fully without cameras. Yes I'm pissed on their behalf, that they had to film the whole thing with 382929 different angles. lol

His face is literally saying "oh so you're really gonna make me do it huh? if I was in your place I would've folded immediately and would've never let you go through with it!!" 😂

No one ever:

Jikook every 2sec : HONEY OH HONEY

(I was actually listening to the song while writing this and idk why it's so funny to me even tho it's a sad love ballad)

They must've loved getting the chance to at least see one episode of the show, plus the idea of watching it together..

Jungkook being so entertained by it meanwhile Jimin being mortified about half of the things that happened. HILARIOUS

HAHAHHAHAHA all parties were concerned if they'd be able to pull it off, I can't

BEST BELIEVE they're always gonna find a way to touch. Consciously or unconsciously.

This show made me realize that my favourite thing ever is Jk making food for Jimin, then making him hysterically laugh and therefore getting to hear Jimin's adorable giggles.

"Hello it is I the one and only, the only one who can touch Jimin's head ble ble ble ble" - JK

Jk was like: How can you imagine Jimin without me in your dream? Are you crazy? What is this delusional dream world you live in Jin hyung??

Tbh it's so meaningful and a huge thing saying that these trips were literally the best trips of your life. I think the statement almost went over people's heads.

I can't get enough of Jimin looking pretty and cuddly and Jungkook's immediate thought being: I HAVE TO FILM YOU

Them saying they can do a reboot when they come back gave me some hope that maybe just maybe this is not the end of AYS 😭

The ending bonus clip left me fulfilled but also sad and with goosebumps all over.

Thank you Jimin & Jungkook for letting us peek into this trip and getting to witness some of your precious moments.

Signing off, J&J 🥹

Ps. So I'm guessing the 52 minute video that comes with the photobook is probably the 3 bts videos combined that they've been reviewing for 48392 months right?

#I really enjoyed this review series #jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook #bts #bangtan #are you sure?!#jikook travel show #ep. 8 #september 2024 #final episode😭

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annymation · 1 year ago

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Reimagining the characters in Wish

(Part 3- Star/Aster)

ITS THE MOMENT WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR!!!

HERE COMES THE BOYYYYY!!!

Ahem… so yeah welcome to part 3

If you haven’t seen them yet, here’s the links for part 1 and part 2 where I talk about how I’d rewrite Asha and the villains respectively.

Star may be the most challenging character to reimagine since… All I have is the personality displayed on the Star we DID get, a song we all collectively headcanon as Asha x Star love song (At All Cost Demo), and my imagination… In a way that just makes things more fun too.

Now remember there’s no definitive version of this character, he never came true so there’s limitless ways we can interpret him.

Some may imagine him mute, some may imagine him as a wacky character like the genie, others may imagine him more soft spoken like the blue fairy, some may imagine him as Asha’s love interest while others may prefer them as just friends, or even have him look like her grandfather, there are no wrong answers.

So here’s how I imagine him to be like:

The Star 💫

What’s a Wishing Star?

- Before we start talking about our star boy, I think it’s important we establish what a wishing star even is, so let’s begin.

-Star is an entity from another plane of existence, a wishing star, a being whose only purpose is to listen to the wishes from mortals that can see him and other wishing stars through their night skies. They listen to the wishes from mortals and provide some guidance in subtle ways.

- A wishing star is born, or rather, gains consciousness, once someone looks to them and makes a wish from the bottom of their hearts, once the star receives their first ever wish they are no longer just a celestial body of gas, they become a new wishing star, they gain a purpose, and develop their minds just like how a human would.

- As the years pass the star becomes more wise, more equipped to help the person who wished upon them for the first time.

- For a wishing star to grow up it may take a while, that’s why most people wish upon bigger ones who are already fully developed and clever enough to know exactly how to help.

- It’s not a wishing star’s job to GRANT a wish immediately, in fact, they’re incapable of doing that, their magic can only go as far as the hope and perseverance that resides in their wishmaker’s heart.

- Things that the mortal would consider just luck could actually be the works of a wishing star putting them in the right path.

- If the person loses hope in their dream then there isn’t anything the star can do, but if they remain determined then the star can help them go far.

- So a wishing star job is to just… stay in the sky, look down upon their wishmakers, give some subtle magic intervention here and there…

-That is, when they’re wished upon at all, otherwise they just stay there doing nothing.

- However… In some rare occasions, wishing stars can do a lot more than just give a subtle magic intervention from the distance. Sometimes, when someone truly well intentioned makes a wish with all their heart… The wishing star gets the power to do some extraordinary things.

Personality

- Star, or Aster as I’ll be calling him in this rewrite, which is a non-binary name meaning “star”. I’ll be referring to them with (He/they) pronouns.

- Aster is a very young and inexperienced wishing star, in fact, counting with Asha’s wish, Star only got TWO wishes in their whole life. And he’s still working on granting that first wish he ever got 18 years ago.

(Haha I’m sure that’s not foreshadowing for something really sad)

- Because of that he’s often treated by the other stars as sort of a younger sibling or a little kid.

- I think I should just get this info out now: Aster is NOT the north star, that big, bright and iconic star we know from the Disney movies, nope, Aster is actually a small itty bitty little star that you can barely see, that kind of star you probably wouldn’t pick to wish upon, most choose the brightests and bigger ones.

- So who’s that big, bright and iconic star? Well, in the beginning of our story… That star doesn’t exist, like, it’s literally absent from the sky… After all, we're seeing that star's origin story :)

- We’ll get to that when we get to that, back to Aster tho.

- Aster is a lot different from the other wishing stars, while they’re these benevolent and wise entities, Aster is more of a naive and curious teen who’s fascinated with the world below them.

- No one wishes upon him EVER so he gets a lot of free time to just watch humans do human things and animals do animal things, and he loves it.

(He’s like Ariel and Quasimodo lmao)

- When he gets to earth he’s very excited to help Asha, showing appreciation for her wishing upon him through a lot of physical contact, often hugging her and holding her hand without him even noticing. (Asha at first is confused but she gets used to this behavior pretty quick)

- Although Aster is naive and overly excited they’re no fool, he can be very clever and creative when it’s necessary.

- He’s also not a fish out of water like Ariel when he’s on earth, they understands human customs and how things work, since he watched everything from the sky… Although nevertheless they’re delighted to see everything up close.

- He may be smart, but at first, they don’t really know how to guide Asha in the right path to make her wish come true, after all he’s a very inexperienced wishing star, and freeing a kingdom from an evil sorcerer king and queen is no easy task.

- But regardless he doesn’t let his own insecurities get to him, and remains optimistic they’ll figure it out, together.

His personality is reminiscent to Disney guys such as: Quasimodo, Peter Pan, Prince Philip (yes really, rewatch Sleeping Beauty, that boy has a lot of personality), Alladin and Hercules.

Main Traits:

- Optimistic and kind

- Naïve

- Protective

- Curious

- Energetic

- Secretly very insecure

Powers

I think it’s important to establish his abilities before we get to his backstory and all that jazz.

What he CAN’T do

Just like how Movie Asha did in her job interview, let’s get his weaknesses out of the way first.

- Sooo… don’t get mad but… Star won’t be a shapeshifter in my version. I don’t want him to feel too much like Maui or the genie. So he’ll stay in the shape of a princely looking boy the whole way through.

- He can’t teleport, would make things too easy, also there’s a plot reason I’ll explain later.

- Can’t materialize real things out of thin air, only things made of star dust so they don’t really have any utility other than to create fun visuals during music numbers or when he’s explaining stuff.

- Can’t hurt anyone, this one is VERY IMPORTANT for plot reasons I’ll talk about later on.

- Can’t make a wish come true with the snap of his fingers, he’s a star, not a genie.

Weakness: Dark Magic, hopelessness and Asha getting hurt.

What he CAN do

- Stretch and re-shape his body. He may not turn into animals but his body can regenerate and squash and stretch around (haha get it? Like the animation term), like he’s made of star dust. Have this piece of concept art as an example:

- He can Fly and make other people and objects fly too

- Unlock doors, may seem random now but I’ll explain in a minute.

- Bring plants to life, and make them grow bigger, and I mean like “make a flower the size of a house” bigger.

- Make animals talk, but the animals only keep talking IF they so desire, if that’s not something they wish for then the magic fades away with time.

- Tho he naturally understands animals and any other living thing in their own languages.

- He can feel other people’s wishes, not all the time tho, he has to make a conscious effort to see what’s that person’s deepest desire.

- His body is warm like a small sun, so he can give warm hugs… that’s a power, yes.

- Aster may not teleport, but they can move really REALLY fast

- Uncorrupt wish bubbles, I mentioned in part 2 that Magnifico twisted most the people's wishes, those wishes that are changed are called “Corrupted wishes”, Aster can change those wishes back to what they originally were.

- Create dreams, is that too much like the sandman from rise of the guardians?… Im still keeping it.

-Get inside drawings, This is just for a scene I imagine Aster shrinking and walking around inside Asha's sketch book, I think that's cute.

- Make a human disguise, I'll elaborate more on this when we get to talk about his design.

- He can grant wishes “but Anny you just said earlier he can’t—“ yes yes I know… he just grants them in his own unique way.

What gives him strength: Hopes and dreams

(Undertale reference? More likely than you think)

A wishing star purpose is to serve as a guide, that provides some magic intervention so that the wishmaker has the means to get to their goal.

As such, the stronger Asha’s hope, perseverance and passions are, the stronger and more limitless Star’s magic becomes. Like his magic abilities are charged up by Asha’s beliefs, the more she wants something, the more he can do for her.

Now, let’s talk about how Aster and other wishing stars that come to earth function, and to do that, we gotta go waaaaay back to another wish granting character in the Disney catalog.

The Blue Fairy- What can we learn from her?

- We all know the blue fairy from Pinocchio, she is in a way the closest thing we have in the Disney canon that resembles the concept of Star, so I’m considering them as both the same kind of entity, they’re both wishing stars.

(not the same character tho, and I’ll get to that soon don’t you worry)

- You would think a character we see so little about doesn’t provide a lot of context, but she actually gives us a pretty good idea about what wishing stars can and can’t do.

- First thing she says when arriving is:

“Good Geppetto, you have given so much happiness to others. You deserve to have your wish come true.”

- From that, we can interpret that wishing stars only assume a human form and help those who are truly pure of heart and have spread kindness to others. Like Asha.

- Geppetto wished for Pinocchio to be a real boy, a human boy, but the blue fairy couldn’t grant that wish, because the only one who could make himself a real boy was Pinocchio himself.

“To make Geppetto’s wish come true will be enterely up to you. Prove yourself brave, truthful and unselfish, and someday you will be a real boy"

- So, am I saying that Aster will just fly up to Asha and say “it’s all up to you to save your people… GOOD LUCK! 😊” sparkle some magic on her and leave?

- Well no although that would be funny, he’s not gonna do that, in fact, Aster will act way differently compared to the Blue Fairy.

- Although Aster can’t immediately make the people of Rosas “Have something more than this” he will do everything in his power to help Asha with anything she needs, and stay by her side the whole way through… Not at all what the Blue Fairy did.

- Lets say the Blue Fairy did exactly what a wishing star is supposed to do.

-She didn’t let herself be seen by anyone except Pinocchio and Jimminy Cricket, she only gave Pinocchio a few instructions and then left it all up to him, and even then when she went a bit beyond that to inform him that Geppetto was inside a whale she did so by sending a note… Almost like she couldn’t go back again to tell him personally… Interesting huh?

(I know the reason is because the animators would lose their minds if they had to draw that sparkly effect on her dress a third time but let’s pretend there’s more to it okay?)

- So we have her being the best role model of a wishing star… and then we have Aster...

-Doesn’t even know where to begin with helping Asha, chooses to stay on earth more than a day instead of just giving cryptic advice and leaving, was seen by multiple people aside from just Asha and Valentino, and worse of all, falls in love with his wish maker… yeah dude broke several rule… And the other stars ain’t happy about that.

- You could say the scale of Geppetto’s wish and Asha’s wish are way different, one just wants a son and the other wants to defeat two evil monarchs.

-But the stars don’t see it that way, to them every wish should be treated equally and it’s not their purpose to mingle with humans and change the course of their history.

- So you see, while the Blue Fairy could go back to the sky and then reappear anywhere she wanted… Aster won’t have that privilege.

-If he goes back to the sky he’s not coming back down, because the other stars won’t allow it, not after he broke their rules.

- Aster knows all that, because he can hear them talking to him, warning him to stop and go back to the sky… Aster keeps that information a secret from Asha for as long as they can…

- He knows after he’s done helping Asha they’ll never see each other again, but that’s fine, he’s willing to break every rule to help her…

- Oh also there’s a scene in Pinocchio where the Blue Fairy opens a lock to free Pinocchio from a cage… that’s why I said Aster can unlock doors… okay moving on to our boy backstory.

Backstory

Yup, Aster has a backstory. And it all started in one fateful night:

An elderly man was taking a walk, carrying his granddaughter in his arms, she was just a few weeks old, but he couldn’t wait to show her how beautiful the stars looked that night.

He sat with her on a thick tree branch, and even though she couldn’t understand him, he was so happy telling her the names of each constellation.

In that moment, it seemed like everything was perfect.

But then that moment ended… He heard screams, and smelled smoke.

The elderly man ran back to his home, only to find it completely engulfed in a fire.

His granddaughter was now crying in his arms as he watched some neighbors trying to put down the fire, but to no avail.

His son and daughter-in-law were in there, he lost them both in an instant, the pain he felt in that moment was immeasurable.

In that moment of sorrow all he could do was look up, between the thick smoke he saw it… a small star.

With all his heart, Sabino wished upon it

“I wish my dear granddaughter, Asha, never feel such pain and sadness as I’m feeling in this moment”

A new wishing star was born.

Those words were the first thing Aster ever heard, it took a few years for him to even know what they meant, but as Asha and him grew older, he started to understand them.

He tried his best to make Asha as happy as she could be with the little that he was allowed to do.

Sometimes giving her inspiration for her drawings, other times sending her nice dreams after a bad day.

But he felt like he was failing her, no matter what he did, Asha would still go through sad times… Specially after her grandfather passed away.

Aster treasured every happy moment that he saw Asha experience, her making new friends, getting better with her drawings, dancing during wish ceremonies. Aster would shine brighter every time she was happy.

Point is: They were connected the whole time, and Aster already knew Asha even way before she wished upon him.

To be clear he wouldn’t just stay up there looking at Asha all day, he was also interested on everything else on earth in general.

But then, we have Asha’s 18th birthday, the day she had to give away her wish.

Aster knew what was really going on in Rosas, about what happened to most of the people’s wishes, and although that also saddened the other stars they all agreed they couldn't intervene unless someone from Rosas wished for their help.

So you can imagine how happy Aster was when Asha wished upon HIM, of all the stars, she looked at him and asked for his help! What are the chances?

If you could listen to them, you’d hear all the stars collectively whisper “oh…this might not end well…” as Aster flies down to earth going "YYYYYPIIIEEEEEEE!!!"

A Star Who Wishes To Be Human

- I’ve made it very clear that Aster is different from the other stars, for the reason that he’s so young and so fascinated with life on earth.

- But there’s more than that, see, I mentioned before Aster can’t hurt anyone, and that’s not because he’s some holier-than-thou pacifist, it’s because his magic literally CAN’T hurt living beings.

- Because his magic is made of ✨hopes✨ and ✨kindness✨ and ✨everything nice✨, so even if they literally make a sword with his star dust, all it’ll do is give Magnifico some tickles.

- And Aster hates that.

- He wishes he could be more useful to Asha… wait, “wishes”?

- That’s silly, a star is not supposed to “wish” for anything, to have wants, that’s a human thing... And yet here he is wanting to protect Asha in any way possible.

- This drive to protect Asha runs even deeper than just the wish he received from her grandfather or the wish she made, Aster feels as if it's a wish that comes within him.

- Aster would question why they feels this way, is it love? Can’t be that right? A star can’t fall in love…

- The same way a star can’t taste food, or smell the flowers, or feel temperature…

- But Aster wishes they could, Aster wishes he knew what food tasted like, what was the smell of the flowers and the morning dew, but most of all… Aster wished he could feel Asha’s warmth, the same way she feels when they embraced.

- This would be Aster internal conflict for most of the movie. They’d realize that they can’t be with Asha forever, but Aster wanted to at least confess his feelings before they went to enact their plan to defeat the king and queen, that’s when we’d get “At All Cost”.

- Soooo a bit of a spoiler to this rewrite, I’m basically telling a story all out of order at this point, but here goes, Aster does become human by the end, after the king and queen are defeated, the stars realize that punishing Aster for breaking their rules wouldn’t be fair after he did so much good, and also because some of them can’t stand him so they decide “hey, let’s leave him there” and just ask him to return his magic back to the sky.

- Once Aster accepts, his magic would be turned into a brand new star, that shines brighter than all the others, because it carries all the magic that Aster accumulated by helping Asha and all of Rosas. And thus we’d get an origin story for THE wishing star.

Design

Aster has brown skin, sparkly freckles and blond hair that shines and moves almost like a candle.

He dresses up as a prince, with the classic cape we see in classic princes like in Snow White and Sleeping Beauty.

They choose that form because he recalls that Asha used to read a lot about princes that would help princesses in need, so he thinks it's fitting to at least looks like one to help Asha

"But I'm not a princess"

"I know, you're just pretty like one!"

A itty bitty detail I didn't mention until now: Aster would be hand drawn animated, while everything else would be 3D, and his animation would change as the movie progressed.

By change I mean he'd start in a very sketchy looking animation, like it's being drawn very frantically to reflect how excited he is to help Asha, but as the movie progresses he'd be drawn with more detail and with more fluid movements.

This would serve to both represent his character development, showing him becoming more mature and learning what it means to be human, and also a reference to how Disney's animation evolved over the years.

He can make a human disguise, as I mentioned earlier, but that would require him to keep his magic hidden somewhere, in this case, a round stone that holds his cape together on his chest.

Once his magic was all kept inside this stone he'd turn into a 3D animated character, however his movements wouldn't feel... quite right, like he'd be animated in a different frame-rate compared to everyone else, so you could tell he was struggling to make himself move like a human, and people would be able to tell there was something off about him.

In the end when he turned into a human for real he'd become 3D animated with the right frame-rate, and his hair would no longer be blonde, but rather brown, like his eyebrows (Tangled reference? yup)

Final Thoughts

This was DEFINITELY the hardest one to translate my thoughts into words! My gosh this took so long to write.

Don't know if you could tell but I'm very passionate about this scrapped idea of a human looking star falling in love with our protagonist, and no it's not just for the ✨aesthetic✨.

I don't think it's wise to throw a romance when writing a story just because you feel like it, a romance needs to progress both the story and the characters involved, think of it like how Naveen learned with Tiana the importance of working hard, while in turn showing her that life can also be fun. They complete each other, and I want the same for Asha and Aster.

Asha needs to learn that she shouldn't feel guilty for wishing more for herself, she worries too much about others and what others may think of her that she forgets her own self worth, and Aster shows her that she not only can wish for things for herself, but she can also accomplish anything she sets her mind to. From becoming an amazing artist that can give movement to her drawings to the leader of a rebellion against two evil monarchs, she can do it all.

Meanwhile, Aster needs to learn that what Asha's grandfather wished upon him is an impossible task, for Asha to always be happy, that's impossible, because sadness is a part of life, its a part of being human, and that's what he learns, what it means to be human, to fail, get up and try again. As a wishing star Aster always knew that humans had to fail a bunch of times before having their wishes granted but he could never imagine how hard that actually was, and Asha's perseverance even with all odds against her is what makes him love her even more.

I talked a lot about why Aster loves Asha, so I should probably mention what Asha sees in him too. Asha get's a lot of laughs from Aster's innocent reactions to natural things on earth, like how dazzled he is seeing the sun rise for the first time, how he just stops and starts chatting with animals and plants like a damn disney princess, or how he randomly starts rambling about how some constellations don't look at all like the animals they're named after "Like, seriously, why did they name that one a lynx? That's obviously a snake hehehe"

But most importantly she loves how caring he is, how he's supportive and passionate about her interests just as much as she is, and how he makes her feel safe, and in turn she wants to protect him too.

I'm honestly debating with myself how I want Aster to go about the information he has known Asha all his life, like, I imagine he'd probably want to hide the fact because he didn't want to talk about the sad tragedy that led to her grandfather wishing upon him, yes Asha knows about the fire but he doesn't want to remind her and make her sad, because remember, at first he doesn't understand that sadness is just part of life.

But then like, would he pretend to not know her? Or would he be like a ghibli character and just nonchalantly say "Oh yeah, I’ve always known you" and never elaborate on that until the story demands it?

… Great, now I just had the idea of Aster functioning like Haku from Spirited Away, like they don't remember where he knows Asha from because he forgot what their previous wish was now that he’s granting a new one, let's say stars can only remember one wish at a time, then as he gets to know her better he starts to remember what his first wish was, and things start to make more sense.

I don’t know, like that’s cute but might be a bit too complicated, y’all tell me, I’m throwing ideas and seeing what makes sense, this whole thing is me asking for feedback after all.

Honestly I think the idea of Aster knowing Asha the whole time works because it not only gives a better explanation to why a star came down from the sky to help her, but also gives more sense to the lyrics “you still amaze me after all this time” in At All Cost.

Welp, I think that's all I got, thank you so much for following along with this series, and don't worry I'm not over yet, there are a few characters to talk about before I start sharing the actual script of this rewrite.

Thank You For Reading!

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justalittlerandomartist · 1 year ago

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Daddy’s Little Monster

•Alastor x teen! daughter! reader

•Platonic, you sickos

•What if… Alastor had a daughter who wanted to be a serial killer too?

You woke up to a red sky. There was a great pain in your head, and your vision was blurry. Once you were fully oriented, you stood up. What was this place? It was like prison, and god, it smelled awful. When you looked up at the pentagram over the sky, it dawned on you. You had died. You were in hell.

It was no surprise why you were in hell. You weren’t the best human. You indulged in a bit of cannibalism, and wanted to be an assassin when you were older. Older. That was something you’ll never be. You were just 13, thirteen and dead. However, how you died was a mystery. You had no memory of how you died.

Could it be you were murdered? No, you hadn’t made many enemies. Maybe fell from somewhere high? No, you were too scared of heights to be anywhere high. Hit by a car? You were always careless crossing the street. Yes, that had to be it.

You looked down at your new form. You had bright blue skin, and dark blue hair(She kinda looks like Ruby Gillman). The hair in your pigtails was now in thick, tentacle, like strands. Your ears were similar to fins, and your limbs were long and stretchy. You were some sort of kraken.

It made sense you were a sea creature though. You had always found yourself fascinated with the sea and the animals that inhabit that. You wished that one day you would be able to dive in there, and never have to return to the surface. You had longed to be down there with the fish and the animals. It felt like home more than the surface ever did.

You felt…at peace in hell, like you wanted to stay here. Sure, it was a little rough around the edges, but it felt like home. But your friends…everyone you left behind. Wouldn’t they miss you? For a moment in time, you wanted to go back. Go back to tell your best friend you loved her one last time. You felt her pain and her tears, and it broke your heart. But you can’t change the past. All you can do is love her and remember.

You decide to walk around your new environment. The buildings look old and run down, and people are fighting. You pass a porn studio, and laugh to yourself. Hell seemed like the kind of place where a giant porn studio would be a normal occurrence. Something catches your eye. A vending machine for drugs. You think about it for a second, but decide not to get anything.

You walk near a place called Cannibal Town, and saw some demons eating a guy. You wanted to join in, the taste of human flesh lingering in your brain, fueling your desires. In front of you was a singing demon, with a resemblance to a porcelain doll. She seemed to improv her whole song, and it amazed you. You loved to sing, and was impressed by her skills. You wanted to tell her, but you would feel bad for interrupting her song.

After exploring hell, you found a street corner to cozy up in. As your first day in hell concluded, you thought to yourself ‘is eternal damnation as bad as I thought?’

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•Hi! My names Vicky, I’m a sucker for platonic au’s. My head cannons take a while, but if my requests are open, I might make your idea for a fanfic, so be sure to ask.

•This was fun to write and it is not done. I’m just tired.

•Part 2 •Part 3 •Part 4 •Part 5

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wpdarlingpan · 1 year ago

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For the sibling one with Coriolanus snow, you could do one like in the future with Katniss and sibling, not knowing anything that's been going on?

Like it's when he's President and sibling wants to get married?

Hey Everyone!

IMPORTANT (Please Read)

Thank you so much for all of the love of the platonic yandere Coriolanus! I thought this idea was exciting so I wanted to build off of the idea of it going into Katniss's time as suggested by some readers. But, I did not want the reader to be as old as they would be if it were to take place at the correct time canonically.

So I am going to move the time forward a little bit to where a part of it will take place during Catching Fire. It would usually be 65 years in the future with CF being the 75th Hunger Games but I am going to make it take place on the 25th making the reader only 15 years older. I was imagining them being 5 or 6 years old so I am going to say they are 20 when it gets to that part.

Sorry for that entire big explanation, just did not want to confuse anyone and just pretend it worked out with the timeline.

My Little Snowflake (Part 2)

Platonic Yandere Coriolanus Snow x Little Sister Reader

Female Pronouns

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, manipulating, normal Hunger Games warnings

Click Below For The Other Parts <3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3?

Coriolanus wasn't expecting everything to change as it did. But it was almost... nice. He was able to spend entire days with his little sister whenever he finished training or the peacekeepers were doing mental training, which he had already mastered through the academy. On the days he had to do training he locked Y/N in the room through an outside lock.

"It is for your safety Y/N, you don't want to be taken away from me, do you? There are evil people out there, savages.”

"Then why'd you bring me?" She asked genuinely curious. Her Grand'mam and cousin were probably lonely without her, she also missed them. Even if Coriolanus was her main family it didn't discount them any less. He gave her a forced sympathetic look.

"I couldn't imagine my years without you Y/N. I love you. You're my little sister, my snowflake." He picked her up and held her close as a few forced tears fell from his eyes.

The thing was Y/N was very empathetic. She worried about everyone and everything feelings, from her classmates to a small bug. Which meant Coriolanus crying was going to make her cry, he was her older brother after all.

She started crying a little as he comforted her "I love you too Corio, I am just scared. I don't want to leave you, I promise I'll stay here." she spoke in a watered voice as she held up a pinky for a pinky promise. He wrapped his around tight as he kissed her forehead.

Within a few days of being there he found Lucy Grey.

The peacekeepers went to The Hob to have some time off and a little fun, which had different meanings for different people. Coriolanus didn't even get close to the alcohol, he was not giving that sort of impression to his sister and he wanted to have full control over himself so he could best protect Y/N.

That's when she went on stage and they saw each other. Lucy Grey liked him, but all he saw was a means to an end as he thought of how he could use her to watch over his sister.

Even when a fight broke loose, he did not join in, he picked up his sister before pushing her head into his neck to hide her eyes from the brutality.

When he went to find her in the forest, he brought Y/N.

Lucy was singing a song when she heard a twig snap behind her making her turn around quickly.

"Sorry... Instincts from the games." She looked down and saw a little girl hiding behind his leg. Lucy Grey was always adept to little kids, their eyes shone differently than adults. They were innocent. Bending down she made a show of peeking around him to see her. "and who is this little lady?"

"My little sister Y/N." Lucy Grey looked up at him with a shocked look. Not because he had a little sister, of course, that was all he talked about when they mentioned their families to each other, but the fact he would subject her to the fate of living in the districts with little money and no one to watch her.

Y/N peaked around and smiled at the girl, remembering what she's heard and been told of the songbird.

From that day on when Corio had peacekeeper training, Y/N would stay with Lucy. It was rare he would allow someone to watch over her without him present but the idea of someone entering the room or her without supervision wore on his mind.

Sure Sejanus had followed him to District 12 but he wasn't allowing his sister to stay alone, He was worried about ideals he would place into her head.

He told Lucy that his family wouldn't watch over her and since he was sent out here they made her go with him. Lucy usually was really good at detecting lies but to him. this wasn't a lie. e didn't trust his family to watch over her without him.

It was one of Lucy Grey’s days to watch her and they went out to the lake to pick flowers to make crowns out of.

“So what’s your favorite color darlin' ?” She asked the little girl as they crouched by each other picking the prettiest flowers of the bunch.

“White! Like Corio hair and our white roses!” She said giggling after all it wasn’t completely white. But then she saw a flower close to the same white “Like this!”

Lucy nearly swooned at the adorable child. It was hard to image that she was the sibling of Coriolanus Snow, the man who is so focused on surviving the world around him he forgets to live.

“Were you.. excited to come with your brother?” Trying to gage her reaction, making sure Y/N was okay when she wasn’t around.

“I do miss Tigres! And Grand’mam but Corio wanted me to come with him. I don’t remember leaving…” Y/N trailed off but her mind instantly got distracted by a little white flower.

Lucy Grey was confused about how the girl didn’t remember leaving the Capital but shook it off as a child’s memory. After all she had no reason to suspect otherwise.

But if she looked into it more, she could’ve seen all of the signs.

~*~

When the opportunity came to return to District 2. Coriolanus did not hesitate. Sure he would lose out on someone watching Y/N but it was a safer district and by now she was used to being in the room. She wouldn't disobey her big brother either by attempting to leave it. he knew best after all.

But he still needed to pass some tests. Things to ensure his loyalty. Why have many little tasks when they can be done in 1?

Sejanus was communicating with rebels, forming a plan to leave the Districts and live on their own beyond the walls of Panem. Sadly, he wasn't very sleek about it nor could he leave without telling his 'best friend'.

He suggested that Coriolanus come with. Bring Y/N and live freely without hurting anyone.

"Do not pull me into this. Rebels almost killed me with that bombing, or do you not remember?"

"Come on Corio! This is bigger than us. If you won't go what about Y/N? A kid does not need to grow up in the Capital watching others kill each other in a so called 'game'. Is that what you want for her?

That was Sejanus's mistake. Questing is protection and love for his sister.

It made his decision for him and he ended the recording on the jabber jay the second he declined the offer leading to Sejanus walking away.

Corio put Dr. Gaul's name on the box and sent it off with a weight off his shoulders. If this did not prove his loyalty to the Capital, they were stupid. He just caught a traitor. Maybe some indirectly but, one from its own walls.

That marked 3 killed by his doing.

When it was time to leave he gave some thought out spiel to Lucy Grey. He wouldn't make an enemy out of her if it was not needed. Sure she was hurt since she had practically fallen in love with the boy and his darling little sister but Lucy being Lucy knew the hold his little sister had on his heart. She wouldn't want to hold him back from getting her somewhere safer and to him that meant the Capital.

After he left Lucy Grey was never seen again. She did not tell him she was leaving or where. So he had no reason to accuse her of being a traitor.

Leaving them to part nicely.

-Time Skip 5 Years-

It was now the 15th Annual Hunger Games. Technology had greatly advanced throughout the years leading to an even better arena, one that wouldn't be easily blown up.

Coriolanus was working to prove himself so he was still residing under Dr. Gaul. He had forbidden her from watching the games. He didn’t want the violence harbored in her young mind. But he wasn’t there to stop her.

He was overseeing the interviews and the games, leaving Y/N home with Tigres and Grand’mam. When the game interviews started, they begun watching on the projector with her sneaking out of her room just enough to see it without them seeing her.

That’s when she saw the tribute from district 4.

Finnick Odair.

He was the youngest in the game at only 14 years old.

Y/N instantly had a little crush. She was only 10 so it wasn’t like it was true love, but his charm was noticeable to her and sadly the rest of the capital.

Tigres felt sympathy for the boy, the idea of it being Coriolanus harboring in her mind but now all she can picture of him, is his father.

When the games began and bets were made. No one could predict the outcome.

Especially not Y/N as Tigres noticed her sneaking out of her room and made her go back inside, not wanting to deal with the wrath of Coriolanus nor did she think Y/N should be seeing this at her age.

Somehow Finnick won. Making him the youngest Victor in the Hunger Games.

Of course, the lavish capital had a party for the elites after the games commenced. The idea of 23 deaths had not even crossed their minds.

Coriolanus went to build connections and Y/N begged him to go with.

"No Y/N, I'm sorry. It is too dangerous." He said trying to convince her in a way that worked many years ago.

"Please! I really want to get dressed up like you! I wanna see what you do" She begged and pleaded and Coriolanus hated seeing her sad. He almost missed those days back in the districts where Y/N was only his. But, the proud big brother in him was proud of how she's grown.

"Fine, but you're staying by my side the entire time. Swear?" He said holding out a pinkie. He found it silly after all it does nothing to prevent someone from breaking the promise but to his little sister it was sacred law and luckily it worked out for him.

Y/N squealed excitedly before linking pinkies and hugging him tightly as she profusely thanked him.

"Tigres, come to get Y/N ready. She is coming with," Coriolanus called out.

~*~

The party was as expected. It was decorated to the point someone would call it crowded. Avoxes were bringing hors d’oeuvres and drinks while the Capital was dressed classy but slightly over the top.

It didn’t matter that the winner was 14, it was a party made for the adults. Especially the game makers and everyone who had anything to do with them. Even the egotistical sponsors.

Coriolanus and Y/N walked in hand in hand as he made a small show about holding it out to her. She giggle enjoyably as they walked down velvet steps.

Coriolanus was talking to everyone, getting their name and status indirectly as he talked to them. One would think they would spill their darkest moment if they were left alone with him.

Even then not once did he let go of his little sister’s hand.

That’s when it came it Finnick. Coriolanus did not like the victor’s or anyone related to the districts. To him they were traitors and monsters. (If only he would look in the mirror).

So when they approached Coriolanus was on alert.

“Finnick Odair, newest Víctor. Tell me, what are you going to do with the money you were oh so graciously given?”

Finnick was calm and composed as if had been dealing with the Capital his entire life. Their questions and stares not even resulting in a mild flinch.

“Bring it back to my family of course.”

Y/N stood next to Corio, with a bashful grin as she stared at the boy. She had never imagined being this close to him.

“And who is she?” Finnick asked politely looked down at the girl who turned bright red at the attention. He simply found her adorable. Nothing bad about it.

“My little sister.” Corio replied as he lightly pushed Y/N behind him seeing the look that was reciprocated through the two even if it wasn’t known to the other. “We should be going now, I’m sure Mr. Plinth would like to talk to you.” He turned and began walking away as Y/N’s bracelet slipped off right at Finnick’s feet. He grabbed it cautiously as if he’d be attacked for holding it but nobody noticed and Y/N certainly didn’t mind after returning to the Capital with the money from Coriolanus’s win, she had more than enough jewelry.

He attempted to give it back but she was no where to be seen as her and Coriolanus left. He was angry and he was good at handling his emotions outwardly but he knew he was a fuse ready to blow when it came to his little snowflake.

Finnick kept the bracelet in his pocket, bringing it everywhere to go to remind him of the goodness in this world. Not expecting to ever see her again.

That was until the 25th Hunger Games, The Quarter Quell.

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persevereforahappyending · 7 months ago

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A Beacon in the Dark |7|

Pairing: Joey x Reader

Summary: Joey likes helping people, it's what she's best at. Hunting down the monsters of myth and legend might be the best way to save people.

Warnings: Death, Murder, Fighting, Blood, Shooting, Stabbing

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Your eyes were closed as your head was leaned back against the headrest. You had turned the car off as you waited for Joey to be ready. She had given you the location of an apartment complex. She said the mom of one of Caleb’s friends agreed to let them stay the night, that the woman was happy Joey had found a job and was actually working. You were well aware of who’s apartment you were at though, it said enough that Joey would rather leave Caleb with a woman who barely seemed to like her, than with his own father. As much as you wanted to, you wouldn’t press her about it, it was none of your business anyway.

You opened your eyes, turning your head to the right when you heard the passenger door open. You watched Joey hop into the Jeep and instantly begin ringing her hands together. “You don’t have to do this,” you said softly, you should definitely have backup when going siren hunting, but you never wanted Joey to feel like she was obligated to join you.

��It’s fine,” she said. “This is just the first time it’s effected our time together,” she whispered, looking up at the apartment complex. “I don’t want him to think I’m falling back into old habits.”

You nodded. “I can make sure you get back here before school; you can still walk him.”

She shook her head, finally turning to face you for the first time since she got in the car. “No, Mrs. Johnson is going to drop him off when she takes her son. I just need to be there to pick him up.”

“Of course.”

Joey gave you genuine smile and you finally turned the key and pulled away. You still had to run over some things with Grace, make sure Joey knew what she’d be up against, and get to the boat before you could actually face the sirens. You began the drive to Grace’s; it was going by much quicker given how late it was and the lack of traffic. You couldn’t help but admire the scenery as you passed by, the half-moon illuminating the woods perfectly.

“So,” Joey said, breaking the comfortable silence. “Sirens?” You nodded. “They’re like mermaids, right?”

You bobbed your head back and forth. “Sort of,” you said slowly. “They both live in the ocean, they’re both half human half fish, I guess is the best way to describe them. Mermaids are a little more easy going though, they like to keep to themselves and not interact with us surface dwellers,” you chuckled at your own joke. “But sirens, they’re the exact opposite, they pretend to be shy, luring you in with their song only to drag you under.”

“What’s their goal, drowning people?” You turned to her, giving her a questioning look. “I know I don’t have as much experience as you with all this,” she gestured with her hand. “But me and the crew I worked with were setup by a vampire because we had each betrayed her father in some way. Then those succubi, though they seemed to enjoy the killing.” You nodded; they really did seem to take pleasure in it. “They did that to feed, to sustain themselves and survive. So, what’s the goal of a siren? Why do they do what they do?”

You couldn’t help but smirk, she really was picking things up quick. There were times where a monster did just mindlessly kill people, or do it for fun, but most of them time there was a reason for it. Whether the reason was logical was up for debate, sometimes the monster just did it to survive, other times it was a ritual, a rite of passage, or some sort of game. That’s how it was for Grace, based on the way she talked about it, which was rarely, it didn’t seem like the Le Domas family enjoyed the killing, but they had to do it, if they didn’t then they would all die. Of course, they made a deal with a demon so they could become rich, so it was really all their fault to begin with, but that was beside the point.

“Sirens are very territorial,” you said. “They don’t like humans coming into their waters. They also tend to feed on or use them for mating.”

“You’re joking?” You glanced at Joey to see her looking at you, as if she was expecting you to say you were joking and laugh it off. You just shook your head and watched as Joey’s face morphed into one of horror. “If they hate humans, why mate with them?”

“So, they can keep their population growing. There are no male sirens, which is why in all the stories they’re luring men to their deaths. They use men to procreate.” You didn’t realize you were at the mansion until you were turning down Grace’s driveway. “Then they kill them. They only leave them alive long enough to get what they want.”

You parked and ran around the side of the car to open Joeys door for her. You offered her a smile, but she just rolled her eyes, though you were pretty sure it was more of a playful eye roll than an annoyed one, you considered that progress. You led her to the front door and opened it with a small bow. She just pushed past you and began making the now familiar way towards Grace’s office. She could ignore you and deny it all she wanted but you didn’t miss the way Joey’s lips twitched slightly up.

“So, what are the odds they try and kill us?” Joey asked as you pushed open the door to Grace’s office.

“High,” Grace answered before you could even open your mouth. “Very high.”

You rested a hand on Joey’s shoulder as she came to a stop directly in front of you. “Nothing’s going to happen to you,” you whispered.

She glanced at you. You could see the way her eyes darted around, searching for any reason not to believe you. You wouldn’t give her a reason though, you didn’t care how dangerous sirens were you would make sure Joey made it back home, even if she was the only one to do so, you refused to let her son grow up without her.

When you looked back up at Grace she was giving you a knowing look. You shifted your eyes to the rest of the room. Grace could think whatever she wanted; you didn’t care if she assumed you were protective due to your developing feelings. Grace was only partially right in that regard anyway, you might not have ever met Caleb, but you knew he deserved to not have his mom around, he deserved to get to know her.

“We need to make this quick,” Grace said, moving through her office. “You need to get there and out on the water as soon as possible.”

You glanced around the room while Joey followed Grace. Grace was giving her a quick run down of sirens and what to expect while gathering her supplies. You noticed since the last time you had been in the office there were more papers scattered about. The growing stack of papers on the victim’s pile did nothing to ease your worries. You were confident in saying Joey would make it back alive but if you were looking at things realistically it wouldn’t be good, you would be on the water at night, no one besides Grace knowing where you were going, and you’d be going to face with you didn’t even know how many sirens.

“These,” Grace said, holding up a little black box. “Are the most important.”

Joey took the box from her with a furrowed brow and flipped the lid open. “Ear plugs?” she questioned.

“Made of wax.” Grace continued to dig around her desk for what else she was looking for.

“Just like in the Odyssey,” you added. Joey’s head snapped to you, you couldn’t help but smirk and give a little shrug at her impressed look.

“Put them in as soon as you get out on the water,” Grace continued, ignoring your comment. “They’re the only thing that will keep you from falling under the sirens spell.”

“Got it,” Joey nodded and put the box in her jacket pocket.

“For the captain,” Grace handed you an envelope. You shoved it in your jacket pocket as well, tucking it away without looking at it. You didn’t need to look at it, you could tell by the weight that Grace was paying him a substantial amount.

“How do we kill these things?” You and Grace gave each other a look as Joey looked between the two of you.

“They’re only mortal,” Grace said softly. “It doesn’t take anything special to kill them but-”

“The key is hitting them,” you finished for her. “They hide under the water, under the cover of night, and if you hear their song,” you shook your head. “You might as well be lost already.”

“So, we’ll have actual weapons this time?” Joey asked. You couldn’t blame her, both of you had been caught off guard by the succubi. You had gotten lucky that the party had been thrown in an old mansion with weapons strewn throughout the place.

“Yes,” Grace assured, resting a comforting hand on Joey’s shoulder. “I already have a bag made up,” she nodded at you. “It’s in the weapons room.”

You nodded and walked off to grab the bag. As soon as you got to the weapons room you saw the black duffle bag sitting on the table. You unzipped it a little to get a sneak peak as to what Grace picked out for you. You couldn’t help but smirk when you saw the silver tip of a spear. Guns were fun, they were easier to aim but they weren’t your first choice of weapon when going after a siren, part of you was silently hoping the boat would have a harpoon on it.

Before zipping the bag back up you caught the glint of a small explosive charge. You sucked in a breath, Grace had really thought of everything, not that you were surprised. When you knew what you were dealing with Grace was always prepared. Grace would have the basics laid out for you while also preparing for the worst. There had been one too many times when the two of you would go off on a mission thinking you were dealing with a lone vampire or something only to be led back to an entire den. It was always better to be overprepared in Grace’s eyes and you weren’t one to complain, her methods were what had kept you alive this long.

You finished zipping up the bag then swung it over your shoulder and made your way back to the front door. As you approached the foyer you saw Joey and Grace already there. You opened the front door, allowing Joey to go first.

Before you could follow though Grace rested a hand on your arm, making you turn to face her. She pulled you into a hug and you instantly wrapped your free arm around her like you had done many times. “Before careful,” she whispered.

“Always,” you whispered back. You could feel Grace suppress a sigh, but she didn’t say whatever she clearly wanted to.

You made your way out of the mansion and towards your car. You gave a thankful smile as Joey opened the trunk, allowing you to toss the duffle bag of weapons in the back. You gave Grace one last wave goodbye as you and Joey hopped back in the car. You tapped your phone, seeing Grace had already sent the location to you.

You groaned when you saw it was almost an hour drive away, it was no wonder Grace was rushing around. You guys needed to get out on the water before sunrise if you had any hope of finding the sirens. You turned the volume of the radio down low enough that you could talk to Joey if she wanted but it was loud enough to hear so you weren’t sitting in complete silence.

After leaving the mansion and a few turns you were finally on the main road, and it was mostly a straight shot until you got closer. “So, what do you know about sirens?” Joey asked. “You and Grace don’t seem to be messing around with this one.”

“Grace never messes around when it comes to a job,” you replied.

“You know what I mean,” she rolled her eyes. “She seemed more intense with this one.” You felt Joey’s gaze on you, but you kept your eyes on the road. “So do you.”

“We’ve known each other less than a month and you think you know me?” You joked, lightly chuckling to make sure Joey knew you weren’t serious.

“I’m good at reading people.” You could practically hear Joey smirking. “You can’t be serious,” she admitted. “When you want to be.” You smiled to yourself. “But this is different.”

You sighed and let one of your hands fall off the steering wheel as you got more relaxed. “This isn’t our first time dealing with sirens as you’ve probably gathered.” Joey nodded. “We were so in over our heads that first time,” you shook your head at the memory. “We got lucky it was only a handful. It didn’t matter what we did, people just kept dying.” You cleared your throat when you realized you were getting emotional. You didn’t think about it often but when you did, images of the carnage left behind played through your mind on repeat. “Our mistakes then, is what made it so we could be prepared today.”

Joey didn’t say anything at first, she just nodded. You had been on a boat filled with people, just you, Grace, and the crew, but it had been a big crew. People were picked off left and right, people flung themselves off the side of the boat, only to be yanked down under the water, never to resurface. You hadn’t known what you were dealing with at the time, you almost lost Grace, you almost lost yourself, it wasn’t until you found a way to plug your ears that you finally were able to fight back. Despite how hard you tried, you and Grace were the only ones to walk away that day, the boat sank, and a couple days later the coast guard found you. It was one of the only times neither of you had to come up with a story, just a boating accident with no survivors.

“And I assume they don’t just go after men?” Joey asked, breaking the silence again.

You shook your head. “That’s just the stories,” you said. “Most sailors are men; it makes sense why that myth got started. Men are more useful for them.” Joey nodded, probably remembering what you had told her about sirens needing men to reproduce. “They have nothing against going after women though, there’s no ulterior motive for keeping them alive, so,” you shook your head as you stared at the dark road ahead of you. “You’d be lucky if you drown before they start ripping you apart.”

You drove in silence the rest of the way. You wouldn’t call it uncomfortable, just that there was a more somber mood throughout the rest of the drive. You didn’t want to scare Joey by any means, but she needed to know what she was getting into. When you got there it would just be you, her, and the captain, she needed to know what to expect. You were going to do everything in your power to protect her, but anything could go wrong.

Before you knew it you were pulling into a parking space near the docks. You looked out the windshield, there was absolutely no life to be seen, except for the one boat with lights on. “Guess that’s our ride,” you mumbled.

You and Joey both got out of the car and went around back to grab the duffle bag. You led the way down the dock and towards the boat. The captain was waiting in front of the boat as the two of you approached. “Got the rest of my money?” he asked in greeting.

You had to contain your eyeroll and remind yourself he was doing you a favor, even if it was just for money. You reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out the envelope, opening it just enough for him to see the cash inside. The captain stepped forward, but you tucked the envelope back into your jacket. “When we’re on the water,” you said, your voice leaving no room for argument.

The captain grumbled something as he turned around to board the boat. You waited a second before he got up on the deck and gestured for you to follow. You looked back at Joey who raised her eyebrows and walked past you to climb aboard. You jumped onto the boat and handed the duffle bag up to Joey so you could climb up the rest of the way.

Once the boat was untied and the anchor raised the captain set sail. You and Joey moved to the front of the boat, dropping the duffle on one of the boxes close by, and occasionally glancing at your own GPS to make sure the captain was headed to the right area. You were at least half an hour out from the place you suspected the sirens to be, but you kept your eyes peeled anyway, making sure to follow the light from the ship as it swung around.

You glanced at the GPS again to see you were almost there. You furrowed your brow when a sizeable rock formation appeared. “What?” Joey asked.

“Seems there’s rocks or an island of some sort,” you answered.

“Is that bad?”

You clenched the GPS just a bit tighter. “Possibly.”

“Why?”

You looked back up, scanning the water, you could just make out the outline of the rocks. “We should put in the ear plugs,” is all you said.

Joey gave you a look but pulled out the little box, flipping the lid open for you. You grabbed a pair and popped them in your ears, everything instantly becoming muffled. You looked over to see Joey doing the same. The two of you wouldn’t be able to talk well unless you were close and yelling at each other, but it was better safe than sorry.

Your head snapped to the side when you saw something making a splash. You leaned over the railing and stared down into the water, seeing nothing but darkness. You leaned back, about to turn and call to Joey when something shot out of the water and slammed into you.

You slid across the deck until you slammed into a metal bin. When you opened your eyes, they instantly went wide and your hands shot out, holding the siren back. She had long black hair, her eyes were a milky grey and her skin pale grey, she snapped her razor sharp teeth at your neck. You could feel her tail flopping around as you held her off.

The next thing you knew, a gun fired, and blood splattered across your face. You tossed the body off you, seeing she had been shot through the neck. You looked over to see Joey still holding the gun out.

Your eyes widened as you saw another one jump out of the water, aiming directly for Joey. Joey whipped around, firing three in the chest. She stepped back, letting the body land at her feet.

You scrambled to your feet and rushed to the duffle, ripping it all the way open and pulling out a spear gun. You got the gun loaded as you ran to the edge of the boat, whipping it around as you scanned the water for another one. As soon as one popped her head out of the water you fired, sending the spear right through her heart.

When you looked up you saw several pairs of eyes shining in the light as it passed by. “Fuck,” you whispered.

You ran back to the duffle and started loading up on all the explosives and grabbed another spear to reload. Just as you turned around you saw another siren jump out of the water and knock Joey overboard. “No!” you didn’t hesitate to rush across the deck and dive over the railing and into the water.

Your eyes landed on Joey being dragged deeper and you loaded the spear in the gun. You continued to swim after them as you took aim, sending the spear sailing right past Joey and into the eye of the siren. When Joey broke free of the sirens gripped, she swam to you, and you helped her back to the surface.

She began whipping her head around as the two of you tried to keep your heads above the waves. You looked at her questioningly then you saw her raise a hand to her ear.

You instantly took out your ear plug. “What are you doing?” Joey snapped, making sure your hand stayed closed around them.

“Take mine,” you said. Joey shook her head. “Now,” you ordered, leaving no room for argument.

“What are you going to do?” she asked as she popped one ear plug in.

You looked to the side as your mind started to be flooded with a sweet hum. “It’s mating season,” you said, trying to shake your mind clear. Joey raised a questioning brow at you. “Get back on the boat, hold them off as best as you can, I need to blow the nest.”

“Be careful,” Joey said as she popped the other ear plug in.

You nodded and swam towards the rocks. You should have known the spike in deaths was because of mating season. You really wished you could get in contact with Grace. During mating season, a pack of sirens gathered and lured multiple victims to their doom. You had never faced one directly, only read about them or found abandoned ones. If you blew up the nest though, you’d prevent any sirens coming back in future years.

You felt something grab your ankle and yank you under the waves. You kicked and thrashed around, trying to break free of its grip. You finally felt it release you but then next thing you knew it was in front of you. All your thrashing around suddenly stopped, and you just floated there, staring at the gorgeous woman in front of you.

She reached out and ran her hand across the back of your neck, sending a chill down your spine. You didn’t fight as she pulled you forward by the back of the neck, leading you deeper into the water. You closed your eyes, and your mind was flooded with the most beautiful song.

When you opened your eyes again you were met with the gorgeous woman, but you couldn’t help the way your mind drifted back to Joey. You reached out to touch the woman’s face, watching her smile as you caressed her cheek. You guided your hands down as she leaned forward; you leaned in as well. Right before your lips touched you gave a quick twist of your hands, snapping her neck.

You blinked rapidly, trying to come back to yourself. You looked down to no longer see a beautiful woman but a siren, her head nearly twisted all the way around. You looked around, smiling as you realized you were in a cave, the siren brought you directly into the nest.

You got to work, quickly placing the charges underwater and on the little bit of land in the cave. You were in the middle of placing the last charge when something jumped on your back, digging it’s claws into your shoulder and pulling you back under water. You thrashed around in its grasp, forcing it to redirect as it tried to drown you. It didn’t let you go until you hit the bottom of the cave.

You reached down and grabbed the knife you always had strapped to your ankle. You whipped around, slashing the knife at the siren only to meet water. The siren shot forward, grabbing you by the shoulders and slamming you into the ground again. You brought the knife up, stabbing the siren on the side of her tail. She instantly released you with a shriek. While she was distracted you brought the knife down onto her fin, impaling the knife through her and into the cave floor.

She thrashed around, shrieking in pain. You smiled as you swam back. She let out another shriek, it was only a matter of time before the others came. You swam back out of the cave, barely escaping it as three more sirens came darting past you. You were almost clear of the blast range when a siren came from the dark depths, ripping into your leg and dragging you down.

You groaned as you fumbled for the detonator and pressed the button. A second later there was an explosion, sending dirt and debris towards you and the siren. You pushed the siren off you, watching as she was crushed by tumbling rocks. You swam through the murky water, your head finally breaking through the waves.

You swam back to the boat and Joey was there to help pull you back aboard. “Holy shit,” she whispered. “You’re hurt,” she began feeling around your shoulder where the siren had dug her claws into you.

“It’s fine,” you waved her off.

“Let me look at it.”

“It’s-It’s not as bad as it looks.” You rested a hand on hers, getting her to pause her movements. “Please,” you stared into her eyes, silently pleading with her to drop it. She reluctantly nodded.

Joey got you back up to the deck and went to tell the captain to head home and hand him the rest of his money as well. You remained on the deck, wrapped in a towel as you tried to dry off. You peeled back your shirt, getting a glance at the claw marks to see the bleeding had already stopped. You let out a shaky breath and quickly covered the wounds again when Joey came back outside.

The boat ride back was silent, even with you and Joey sitting side by side. Joey would occasionally get up and grab you a dry towel to wrap yourself in. You appreciated the gesture and were mostly dry by the time the boat docked again. You attempted to thank the captain, but he just yelled at you and Joey to get off his ship. He hadn’t left the wheel so you weren’t sure how much he saw but you were confident he wouldn’t say anything about you, the sirens, or the explosion he most likely witnessed.

When you got back to your car you tossed the weapons bag in the back and then slid behind the wheel. As soon as you started the car you let out a scoff, it was almost four in the morning. You started the drive back home in silence, Joey resting her head against the window the entire time, you weren’t sure if she had fallen asleep or what. It had been a long night, you couldn’t blame her if she did fall asleep, she earned it.

It was nearly five when you pulled up outside Joey’s apartment. You looked over to see her still with her head against the window. You couldn’t help but smile as you rested a hand on her shoulder and gave it a light rub to wake her up. “Hey,” you whispered.

She let out a hum as she slowly came to. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she looked around. “You got just enough time to get some sleep before you got to pick up your kid,” you whispered.

Joey looked at you, resting her head on the back of the seat. “Thank you,” she whispered.

You gave her a nod and watched as she slipped out of the car. “Make sure you get that looked at,” she added, nodding to your shoulder. “Since you won’t let me do it.”

You chuckled but nodded anyway. “Always a doctor,” you mumbled. She gave you a pointed look before turning and heading to her building. You watched and waited until you knew she was safely in her apartment complex. You shook your head, trying to get rid of the sleepiness as you pulled out onto the street to begin making your way back to Graces.

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naneun-no · 1 year ago

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From my drafts so it’s late but:

Today’s delulu thought is that Standing Next to You has too many lyrical coincidences to not be about Jimin.

🫣 I SAID IT WAS DELUSIONAL OKAY

You are free to disagree. You probably should 🤣

I mean we know it wasn’t written by Jung Kook but obviously the version he recorded was arranged with and for JK, and “leave your body golden” can’t be a coincidence right? Like it’s the whole ass album name, plus a word that carries connotations of JK himself, which the ppl who worked with him on Seven must have known.

So if that wasn’t a coincidence… then what about:

1. “How we left and right is something we control” — a callback to both Left and Right by CP feat JK, but also a nod to Butter, a massive BTS hit and a song that he performs alongside his boyfie bestie JM.

2. “When it’s deep like DNA, something they can’t take away” — a callback to another massive BTS hit, interesting. And *delulu warning* also reminds me of JM and JK’s extreme similarities that they themselves have referred to before?? They’re wired the same, they have the same sense of humor, they live and breathe for the same shit and even though they have some very key differences, they really do seem like twin flames (even if you just see it as platonic). They are similar in ways that seem braided into the fibers of their being. Like, in their DNA 🧬 some may say. *delulu warning #2* I’m also reminded of Jimin’s Letter lyrics: “After all this time has passed will we still be the same? Just like we were when we first met.”

Also, “something they can’t take away” is an interesting turn of phrase… more on that later.

3. Okay the real meaty part:

Screaming I’ll testify that we'll survive the test of time, they can't deny our love. They can't divide us, we'll survive the test of time I promise I'll be right here

[I seriously can’t believe how closeted-couple-coded this song is]

First off, again with the Letter lyrics mirrored here with the “test of time.” Then it’s got all this drama about being ripped apart and how it won’t happen and how they’ll be next to each other no matter what and that they have “something they can’t take away.”

Not only does all that line up with other Letter lyrics, but it is so goddamn dramatic and for what?

Be for real, what straight couple in this day and age would have this much working against them?? The only possible explanations are: 1) within the fantasy world of a song I suppose this could be some sort of Romeo and Juliet/West Side Story motif, and to be fair the music video did have a kind of rival gang/crime family look to it? Sort of? With the men fighting below the stage? Idk. Or it could be 2) the fact that idols do in fact often have to hide even their straight relationships, which is wild to me. But I know it’s a thing, so. I suppose there’s that. JK doesn’t seem the type though honestly. I think he’d be even more open about it than V.

On the other hand, the lyrics seem SO fit for a couple who are a) queer, b) closeted, c) currently in/about to be in a legislatively homophobic military and country (am I saying that right? Lol) and d) internationally famous pop idols in the SAME BAND who are both widely regarded as heterosexual sex symbols and would be shunned by many people in their homeland AND internationally if their queerness were to be revealed, much less if they were truly an item and THAT news broke.

Whew. That was a lot but like… that would be a real example of a relationship that would be VERY threatened by outside forces plotting against them and trying to separate them. Not JK and a hot blonde model, not him and a Korean actress, not basically any other scenario but a queer relationship.

Idk I know he didn’t write it but like ??? What the hell is that theme? I’m dying to get inside the mind of the people who DID write it, because are they or are they jikookers at this point like?!

4. Just for fun I’ll also point out the “leave your body golden like the sun and moon” 😏 like. Okay. At this point the songwriters are watching Jikook compilations, drooling over @slaaverin edits like convince me they’re not. CONVINCE ME.

5. “Deeper than the rain”?! “The pain”?! Alright I’m not even serious at this point but ??? Rainy day fight 🌧️?!?! 🤣🤣

6. “Standing next to you” oh you mean like… for 18 months? In a companion enlistment program? Like that?

Alright alright I’m done but you get my point. What even is this song if not an anthem of jikookery?! It’s more on-the-nose than Letter, more sneaky than Still With You. It wasn’t written by JK but at this point I’m calling that the songwriters are as delulu as me.

Hope y’all are well. If you made it to the end of this thank you for donning your tinfoil hat with me and I hope you at least got a giggle.

✌️

#jikook #kookmin #jimin and jungkook #jikook theories #delulu time

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athanza · 1 month ago

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Safe and Sound (part 2/2)

Pro hero Ktsuki Bakugou x fem! Pro hero OC

Plot: After being too scared to tell Saiyu how he feels about her, he sees her losing a solo fight against a villain and rushes desperately to get to her before it's too late.

Tags: Hurt/comfort, sfw, romance, time skip/age up, confession, protectiveness, hair-washing, fluff, no use of y/n, happy ending.

Warnings: Mention of having anxiety, minor flashbacks to the fight from part one, but this part is mostly fluff and comfort ♡

Disclaimer: This is kind of a placeholder oc, not a self-insert. You can put whoever you like in place of her, I just don't like y/n fics 😅 I hope you enjoy ♡

Song inspo ♡

Part 1

It wasn't long before Saiyu had a visit from the doctor. She wasn't feeling so weak anymore thanks to Bakugou making her eat but she still ached all over.

"Good news!" The doctor smiled. "You've recovered better than expected so I've decided to discharge you today."

"Oh thank god" she thought. She was hoping she'd be able to leave the hospital soon, not just because she hated it there but also for Bakugou's sake, he'd been sleeping in that awful chair for days and she felt so bad about it.

"But you will need some kind of supervision for the next day or two to make sure you stay home and on top of your medications." The doctor added. "I recommend taking another week or so off work, at least until the bruising subsides. Then try to take it easy for another few days, at least."

"She'll be staying with me." Said Bakugou, without hesitation.

She looked up, surprised. "Are you serious? You can't take any more time off work, it's already been three days."

"Know anyone else who can cook as good as me?" He gloated. "Tssh, I didn't think so."

"I-" She was going to protest again but she stopped, knowing it was no good. No one was more stubborn than Katsuki Bakugou.

"Then that settles it! I've already sorted your discharge papers. You're free to go." The doctor smiled and left as promptly as he arrived.

"Why is he doing this?" She thought. "He's never been this serious about taking care of anyone before. I mean, I guess I did almost die, and he is one of my best friends."

"Alright dumbass," he said. "You're gonna get better so damn fast you'll forget all about that fight."

When they arrived at Bakugou's apartment she smiled at him panicking at the small amount of mess that was strewn across the living room.

"S-sorry about the mess." He said, his face a little red. "I've been so busy I haven't had time to clean anything up."

It was then that she noticed the full jug of coffee, the news channel still on the TV, and the open window. She put the pieces together and felt a swell in her chest.

"He must have left so quickly when he saw my fight on the news." She thought. "Katsuki..."

"It's not even that bad, don't worry about it." She chuckled. "You know I don't care."

"Yeah but you're here to get better, not be surrounded by mess. Oh by the way, you can take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch."

"Absolutely not!" She protested. He looked surprised at her tone. "You've been sleeping in a shitty chair for 3 days! I'm not kicking you out of your own bed!"

"Who's the one who's injured huh!?" He argued back.

"Bite me, sparkler!"

There was a short pause there for a moment before Bakugou burst out laughing.

"S-sparkler?" He said, wiping a tear from his eye from the laughter.

She was surprised that he didn't argue back and get pissed like he usually did when people called him names. She couldn't even remember the last time she made him laugh like that.

"It just came to me." She chuckled.

"Don't let Eijiro hear that one, he'll never stop calling me that."

"What if I texted him right now?"

"You wouldn't dare." He grinned, almost daring her to.

"Wouldn't I?"

He chuckled "Nah, knowing you, you'll wait for the right moment and take him out with it. You know he'd keel over laughing. If you do I'll kill you though."

Something was different about how he was talking to her. His playful insults were the same, but the tone was completely different. He wasn't as brusque as usual, and it puzzled her. Was he really that effected by the events of the other day?

The laughter settled by now and he quickly finished tidying up the lounge area so she could sit down.

"Izuku dropped off some groceries while we were in the hospital, I hope you still like miso."

She sat down on the couch and hugged one of the pillows, watching him start preparing dinner while a feeling of such warm affection filled her chest that she couldn't help smiling.

She knew she had feelings for him for years, but she ignored it. At first, it was because they were in third year and were so swamped with assignments and training that there was just no room for any of that, so she basically just shut those feelings out. The problem was that those feelings stayed locked away ever since, being happy just to be his friend, to have his back in fights and be there for him when he needed a friend. But everything was different now. Now she couldn't hold them back.

"Hey, you like shitakke mushrooms don't y-" Bakugou turned around to see her adoring expression and froze.

"Crap!" She thought.

She immediately snapped out of it and turned away, hoping he didn't clock it. But he did.

"C-can I use your shower?" She asked, getting up and changing the subject to try and move on. "I haven't had one since I was admitted at the hospital."

"Uh, y-yeah."

"Thanks."

She left the room quickly. Face bright red and trying to hide it.

She grabbed a clean towel from the closet in the hallway and locked herself in the bathroom. She'd used his shower a few times before when she'd had jobs on the same side of town and it was closer than her own place. Bakugou even gave her a spare key in case he wasn't there, but it felt kind of weird now that these feelings had been dragged to the surface again. She hadn't felt this way since second year of UA.

"Pull yourself together, oh my god." She blushed.

She hung up the towel and placed the bath mat in front of the shower as she turned on the water. But when she spotted her new scars in the mirror above the sink, she stopped. Her mind flooded with flashbacks of the fight and her heart started racing.

"It's ok." She said quietly to herself as she took deep breaths and held her hand over her chest. "It's over. You're fine."

She was no stranger to anxiety. Luckily, she never had panic attacks anymore, but some fights took a lot out of her, and she still had bad days. She kept up the deep breaths as she undressed and got in the shower. The warm water on her back calmed her almost instantly, it always did, she didn't know why.

She began to wash herself, scrubbing off the dirt and the sticky bits left over from being hooked up to machines at the hospital, but when she reached up to get the shampoo there was a sharp pain in her leg and she collaped. She yelped in pain and that paired with the thud from her good knee hitting the floor of the shower alerted Bakugou who was still cooking. He rushed to the door.

"Are you ok!?" He asked.

She sat there for a moment, adjusting herself so she wasn't on her knee. "I-I'm fine." She said.

But when she tried to get back up her leg just hurt even more and refused to work. The doctor told her this might happen for the first few days after treatment but she felt fine until now.

"Are you sure?"

She sat there, feeling helpless and defeated, and she just started crying. "No." She whimpered, feeling even worse about herself now that she was in such an embarrassing situation, but she couldn't stand on her own.

Bakugou paused. She needed help but, should he go in there? Should he call Ochaco or one of the other girls to come help? He didn't know what to do.

"G-give me a minute." She said, crawling forward as best as she could and grabbing the towel from the outside handle of the shower door. The towel was big enough to cover everything just fine but she was still embarrassed.

"Bakugou?" She said, her voice shaky and slightly muffled from behind the bathroom door as Bakugou stood there, still frozen. "I need help."

Hearing the quiver in her voice set him into action mode, he set off a tiny explosion in the lock and opened the door to see her sitting on the floor of the shower, covered in a wet towel, her scars somehow looking worse.

He felt so bad for her, she looked utterly defeated and his heart hurt seeing her like that.

He walked over and turned the water off and held out his hand. "Do you think you can stand on your own on your good leg?" He said softly.

She nodded.

"Let's get you up. I'll get you a bigger towel."

He helped her to her feet and quickly fetched another towel from the closet. He handed it to her and turned around so she could replace the dripping wet one. Once she was covered up, he helped her sit down on the edge of the bathtub and took out the shampoo and conditioner.

"What are you doing?" She sniffed, still feeling utterly embarrassed.

"Let's get your hair washed at least." He said, fetching a small plastic bowl from under the sink for water. "Is your leg ok?"

She nodded and watched him get everything together and how he wasn't looking at her with anything other than care and respect. There wasn't even the slightest glance at her chest or anything. He just wanted to take care of her and it made her tear up.

Her hair was already wet so he put some shampoo in it and started massaging it through as she just stared at the floor, glad that the water was disguising her tears. She never felt like this before. She felt so cared for, she didn't even really know how to react. She'd never been more greatful to have him in her life than she had in the last three days.

He filled the bowl with warm water and got her to lean over the bath a bit so he could rinse the shampoo out. She covered her eyes until it was over and he dried her hair a little before he put in the conditioner.

She just sat there and let him finish washing her hair, wishing the last few days had gone differently, wishing that villain didn't show up, wishing she didn't get injured so badly, wishing...

She closed her eyes again and just focused on his fingers in her hair, the care he was showing her. It warmed her heart and began to silence those negative feelings and thoughts to just muffled gibberish, although that didn't quite get rid of them completely.

He rinsed her hair again and put a towel over her head, drying her hair gently.

"Now, let me have a look at your leg."

He examined it carefully, never once looking anywhere other than where he needed to, before determining that it was ok and the collapse was just a side effect from the treatment, as the doctor said would happen.

"Thank you." She said quietly. The quiver in her voice giving her away again.

"Hey, don't worry about it." His voice was warm and gentle in a way she had never heard before. "I've been where you are, I know how helpless it makes you feel. The best thing you can do is let people take care of you, and I know that's hard for people like us who hate needing help, but sometimes you just gotta let yourself lean on someone."

Her eyes stayed on the floor, but she leaned forward and leant her head on his shoulder.

"I'll try." She said.

He smiled. "That's all I ask."

Once he knew she was ok, he left the bathroom to continue cooking dinner and she cleaned the rest of herself with a face towel while staying on the edge of the bathtub. Once she was dry, she managed to change into come clean clothes Bakugou had fetched her and he helped her out of the bathroom to the small dining table where dinner was ready and waiting. Her stomach grumbled when she saw it. A good soup was just what she needed, and he made the best ones, especially miso soup with mushrooms and soba noodles.

"Wow!" She said, looking at not only the big steaming bowl of soup but also all the yummy sides he'd put together as well.

"And you said you weren't hungry earlier." He teased smugly.

"That was hours ago and it wasn't your famous miso soup."

Her eyes sparkled as she eagerly eyed the food and he smiled to himself.

"Well hurry up and eat it before it gets cold...dumbass."

He hesitated the last bit and felt a little bad for saying it after how upset she was earlier. Little did he know she actually found it strangely comforting, which, in all honesty, would be concerning if he was literally anyone else, but he called everyone dumbass, and this time it was much more affectionate than before.

The food wasn't on the table for long before it was all gone. Both were so hungry and exhausted, a good meal was all they needed after the events of the last few days.

Bakugou, of course, refused any and all attempts at helping with the dishes, and she eventually gave up and sank into the couch. She switched on the TV and clicked through the channels until she came across a re-run of her fight with that villain, and Bakugou's heroic rescue.

"Hey," he said. "Turn that crap off, you don't need that right now."

"I need to see it." She said. "I need to see if I missed something."

He stopped what he was doing and dried his hands, walking over and unplugging the TV before kneeling in front of her.

"You didn't miss anything Saiyu." He said, so earnestly it snapped her out of the spiral she had begun to slide back into. "You did everything right. You assessed the situation, you had the area evacuated, you figured out his quirk, you realised your quirks were a bad match, and you held him off until I got there, which was all you could do, you know that."

"Was it?" She asked, teary eyed again.

He pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly. "I promise it was. You're an amazing hero Saiyu. You're smart and you're strong. I've always admired you, ever since our fight during our final exams. And I-" he paused, feeling that pain in his chest as he tried not to cry. "I hate seeing you like this. I think you're amazing, I always have. You should be so proud of yourself Saiyu, for everything."

Tears broke free from both their eyes and she hugged him back, clinging to him as if he'd disappear if she let go.

"Katsuki." She cried softly. "I couldn't have achieved half the things I have without you. You've helped me through every tough time I've ever had, and I appreciate that so much, but you were right about what you said before, I don't like needing help, from anyone. But..." She swallowed back the lump in her throat. "But there's nowhere I'd rather be right now. Nowhere. You mean so much to me."

The city lights washed them in a soft glow and Bakugou squeezed his eyes shut as he held her. He didn't want to let go any more than she did.

"You mean more to me than you could ever imagine. And I'll always be there for you. Even if I'm dying I'll come to you, no matter where you are." He pulled away and placed a hand on her cheek. "I promise."

"Katsuki..."

He leaned in a little, and she filled the rest of the space between them, pressing her warm lips to his and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I love you." She said when they pulled away.

Another tear fell from his eye. "I love you too."

They fell asleep in each other's arms and went on to become the best hero team in Japan, always having each other's backs, no matter what.

THE END

Thank you so much for reading! I absolutely loved writing this one and I hope it helps anyone out there who's feeling helpless, sad, or uncared for. You all deserve as much love and care as Bakugou showed Saiyu and I'm sending you all lots of love ♡

If you enjoyed this, please like and share and if it made you feel even a little bit better, leave a comment below, I'd love to hear it ♡

Love you all! ♡

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adriellej · 1 year ago

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I'm Yours

Warnings: None really, maybe a little implied grown-up time ;P Besides that, it’s just fluffy fluff.

Pairing: Harry Wells x Reader

Word count: 1.2K+

A/N: So this is my first posting in what, 4 years? Has it really been that long? Not only that, I also decided to do it with a fandom I have not written for before. I fell into a Flash hole about a few months ago, and I have taken a particular liking to Earth 2 Harry Wells. So consider this as me hopefully coming back, and hopefully having made something cute for y’all. All mistakes are my own!

It's based on I'm Yours by Jason Mraz - was hearing it one day in my car and thought it would be cute! Also I don't own the GIF's, one I found on google and one here <3

You were walking through the cortex, thinking about how you were going to steal the projector Cisco was hiding in STAR labs. A big smile spread on your face as you skipped down the hall. Cisco rarely let anyone borrow it, not even you, his best friend. He loved how you were both movie dorks, but he protected it with his life if he had to. Hence you were now sneaking in to steal it for the marathon weekend you were having with yourself.

You turned towards his workshop, his little lab, or not so much his own anymore. There was a certain Earth 2 scientist that had occupied it. Now wasn’t any different than usual. Harry was sitting in the lab tinkering away at some sort of tech in front of him. You weren’t the engineer or the smart one as your best friend, so you never understood what he and Harry worked on together. Or what they were always bickering about.

You leaned yourself on the doorframe into the lab as you studied him for a bit. His long fingers worked away, tweezing some cords together as he tried applying power to it again. Harry only earned some sputtering from the tech and groaned out in frustration.

“Goddamit how hard can it be?!” He yelled out while tossing the screwdriver across the room. You huffed out a small laugh as you shook your head as the older man in front of you acted like a child who didn’t get his way. You had always liked Harry, you were pretty sure the entire team knew, except for him. The way his outside was so hard, when in fact you knew that Harry’s heart was big and cared a lot for all of you here. He would never say it, but you knew. You two had many small moments together where you turned his frown upside down like only Jesse could. It was one of your assets for the team. Keep Harry from throwing everything around and make him a little bit more easy-going.

“Ya know, maybe you just need a break,” You said while walking into the room, haven gotten a great idea, if you had to say so yourself. “Y/N, what are you doing here?” He asked while turning towards you for a brief moment, only to return his attention to the project in front of him; “Also no, I don’t need to take a break,” he grumbled as he started to tinker away again.

Meanwhile, you had found your phone, this was also one of the things Cisco loved about you, as you found a song to play. “To answer your question, I came to steal Cisco’s projector, but now I think I have a better idea of how to spend my time,” you mused as you closed in on Harry you put your phone down beside him, and pushed play.

You slowly turned Harry in his chair, he looked at you like he could kill you, but all you could do was smile as you started singing.

“Well you done, done me in; you bet I felt it, I tried to be chill but you’re so hot that I melted,” you reached your hands down to Harry’s arms to pull him to stand. “Y/N, I’m not doing this. I’m busy, and you of all people should know I need to get this done,” His voice laced with annoyance and reluctance as you sang. “Well, I don’t care,” You answered while the music shortly played on its own. You forced him to stand, keeping both of your hands in his, as you slowly started to move the both of you.

“Before the cool done run out, I’ll be giving it my bestest, nothing’s going to stop me, but divine intervention, I reckon it’s again my turn to win some or learn some,” You continued as you slowly got Harry to move with you. A big smile played across your lips, your eyes twinkling in the light of the lab. You were looking into Harry’s beautiful blue eyes behind the glasses, and you swore you could see a little glimpse of enjoyment.

“See, it’s not so bad, now is it?” You joked with him earning a small groan from him, but a small smile curved at his lips. He pulled you into him, earning a small squeal from you, as you properly began to dance together.

“Well, open up your mind and see like me. Open up your plans and damn you’re free. Look into your heart and you’ll find love, love, love, love” Your voice continued to ring out as Harry spun you around. “Listen to the music of the moment, people dance and sing, we’re just one big family, and it’s our god-forsaken right to be loved, love, love, love, loved,”

You were having the best time as you were laughing and singing. Having Harry be invested in your idea, actually dancing with you, and not only that, he was smiling. Your heart felt so full. You knew he would be the death of you, with his gorgeous smile and handsome looks.

“I’ve been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror and bending over backwards just to see it clearer,” You got caught off guard when you heard Harry’s hoarse voice singing along to the song while you were still swaying to the song together. You had heard it so many times around him, that the genius apparently had learned the lyrics.

“I guess what I be saying is there ain’t no better reason to rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons. It’s what we aim to do, our name is our virtue. But I won’t hesitate no more, no more, it cannot wait - I’m yours,” You sang together as the song came to an end you stayed close to each other.

You looked into Harry’s mesmerizing eyes, your eyes must shimmer from all the love you felt towards him. You had your hands at his shoulders and his was around your waist. You had laughed and smiled so much during your dancing that your cheeks hurt, but you couldn’t remove the smile on your lips. Looking at Harry with a rare but equally just as big of a smile as yours, as you were breathing a little heavy after all the dancing and singing.

You thought to yourself how perfect he looked standing there. You could feel yourself getting flustered as you felt his breath on your lips. Before you could stop yourself you leaned up toward his lips. At first, he didn’t respond to it, but it didn’t take him long before his lips moved with yours. Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, earning a little moan from him. His tongue ran across your lip and you gladly let him enter. His hands on your hips pulled you even closer to him.

As the kiss deepened and became more passionate, his hands moved down to cup your ass and without any words needing to be spoken, you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked over to his desk and set you down on it, while his hands came to cup your face instead. You pulled apart for both of you to catch your breath, foreheads leaning on each other.

“Wow,” Was all you could muster to say, as you smiled while biting your lower lip. He gave a small chuckle from the depth of his throat. “Wow, yourself,” he gave you the biggest smile and a wink. “Maybe that break isn’t such a bad idea,” He said hoisting you up to him again, a squeal and laugh escaping your lips.

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georgewashingtonsnudes · 5 months ago

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~ Tainted Love ~ Dio Brando ~ PT. I ~

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 (I may post the full version on AO3, but we’ll see)

a/n: this has been in my drafts collecting dust for some time now; so I thought I’d share. I’ve never posted a fic before so please be patient w/ me and let me know how I can improve. It’s quite drawn out so I’m gonna be splitting it up into three parts, but hot vampire man is an asshole, so I’m just going for realism. Somewhat of a reader insert but without use of y/n or ___.

Likes, comments, shares, and reblogs are welcome and much appreciated. Again, please let me know how I can improve from here. <3

DO NOT COPY MY WORK ANYWHERE

WC: 4,645

Summary: DIO saves reader from captivity and is now training them to use their Stand to endure torture/pain; but such a power can have many creative applications. They’re rewarded in the end for being a fast learner.

(If you care to read into the specs of the intended stand or for quick reference;it’s at the very end. If not, the brief description in the story should hopefully do.)

CW: 18+ NSFW warning minors/ageless accounts DNI, sort of a song fic, not proof read, GN reader/Gender not specified (they/them/their pronouns used), fem reader (sorta?), reader is a stand user, prior to stardust crusaders, begging, Lots of teasing, edging if you squint, no direct smut at first but very heavy nsfw (they hold hands lol), blood play, punishment, heavy biting, (scratching sorta), acts of violence/mention of d34d bodi3s, pain/endurance play, maybe a little bit of Stockholm syndrome/yandre (idk if it qualifies but just to be safe), inappropriate use of stands, mention of mental institution?, use of pet names (dear one, my lord, master, maybe others), clothes ripping, I’m bad at tags lmk if I missed any

Please don’t do these things in real life unless you are a consenting adult with another consenting adult. Please be wise and safe <3

Darkness engulfed them; suffocating and cold. Incense clouding around, filling the room with a misleading warmth, the scent comforting and familiar. Chills ran up their spine as their feet touched down onto the marble floor, reminding them of the ever-consuming chill.

The hair on their arms stood on end as they suddenly felt a stifling aura emanating from behind. A fast, hushed chuckle reverberated in their ears, making them turn quickly to search the room for intrusion. But they found nothing, aside from the empty room they’d been in before.

Living with DIO Brando was nothing short of disquieting. The constant sensation of his fixed gaze, whether in sight or not, kept them on edge. DIO had discovered them in a ward for violent patients suffering delusions after he heard tell of someone there who had a strange effect on their environment and people around them.

Doctors could not understand why the patient had hallucinations of a humanoid figure following them whenever their emotions became heightened. It loomed behind them in a possessive, almost protective way, only visible to their eyes. They were admitted based on severe hallucinations and what hospital staff described as “fits of terrifying violence,” but it was much more indescribable than that.

Buildings shook, windows shattered, and explosive-like blasts would destroy walls and floors. Strangest though, the feelings others experienced around them seemed to be elevated by the strange vibrations and frequencies that emanated from their body. Happiness turned to madness, sadness to utter despair, and anger to pure, unadulterated rage. Every occurrence further drove fear into anyone they encountered, so for the protection of others, they were placed in a comatose state.

When DIO heard of such a being, it was immediately apparent they were a stand user. A stand user whom he was determined to have under his leadership before they dared to fight against him. The power they held was erratic and unpredictable, but that made it something to be feared. If such an ability was attainable and trainable, it could prove invaluable to him. An ability so strong, yet uncontrolled by its user—for now—he thought.

Their body filled with a dull ache—a deep heaviness sat in their chest as their mind was brought out of its fog. Had their eyes been closed for weeks? Months? Forcing them open, akin to willing paralyzed legs to run—bright fluorescent lights assaulted their eyes as their sight began to return. The shape of a cramped room forming in front of them.

Wall-to-wall white padding; an unframed mattress and medical equipment are its only excuses for furniture. Slowly, splotches of deep crimson came into view, decorating the walls and floor. It was an added ornament to the motionless figures scattered along the floor, lying lifeless and mutilated. Dead—they’re all dead.

Unable to move, they searched frantically for any trace of the living. Machines and tools started to shake around them as their thoughts became more frantic. Until—they saw something they wouldn’t soon forget. Finally coming into blurred view, a lone figure standing amongst the carnage, splattered with dark vermillion. Beaming like a heavenly entity, he drew closer to the mattress where they lay, their arms, chest, and legs bound by bed straps.

Standing at the edge of the bed, their binds suddenly came undone, making time itself seem unreal. In the blink of an eye, the stranger disappeared from the foot of the bed to reappear again at their side. They turned their head to meet the man, the fog finally clearing from their sight, and what stood before them was something of dreams—or perhaps a nightmare. Cautiously, he leaned forward and spoke softly.

“Do not be afraid,” as if quoting angels from scripture. “I’m not here to harm you; I only wish to ask you a question.”

Slowly, and shakily, they rose to sit upright, hoping to look closer at this mysterious creature. They could feel the room resume its soft quaking as his full form became apparent. He was overwhelmingly tall, towering over them even while bending down, built large and strapping. His body was carved like a Roman statue, shining porcelain that put David to shame. The words he spoke were like silk, flowing off of his tongue as naturally as cerulean waves kissing the seashore.

Suddenly, they felt weightless, like gravity ceased to exist. Strong arms engulfed them from behind, arms that didn’t belong to the man, lifting them above the mattress. He reached to softly grab them from the arms that held them up and pulled them to his broad chest. Bringing them closer to his hulking form, they gazed into his eyes, breath catching in their throat.

Their body hung featherweight in his gentle grip, enticing them to draw closer to his cold skin. His voice tickled their ears; the warm contrast to his icy touch sent shivers running down their spine. They let their held breath finally escape, still rendered speechless by the scene in front of them. It seemed to all melt into nothing when he brought his face close to whisper in their ear.

“I would be delighted if you would leave this wretched place with me so that we might become friends,” his deep voice enticing and rich. “I’ve heard rumors you have special gifts that could help in my never-ending struggle for peace. You see, I’m in pain and require your assistance to make my life’s goal a reality."

Bringing the back of his hand to stroke their reddening cheek, he spoke tenderly, "I beg of you, end my suffering."

Their heart stopped; the stranger's voice was so welcoming and kind, yet a disquieting feeling they knew all too well crept into their chest. The distrust in others after constant imprisonment, discrimination, hate, and abuse was inescapable. As the stranger pulled away to look at their face again, their mind began to spin. They wondered how he wasn’t affected by their presence like others—could he really be that strong?

“The choice is yours.”

Still—the world stood still. His words slipped through the cracks of the walls they had built, like water through cracks of a dam; it flooded their senses with joy. Gracefully, they were placed on shaky feet, a large hand supporting them from around their waist. Nearly forgetting how to speak, they managed,

“Who—“

Their voice was painful and hoarse, the time spent asleep weakening their vocal cords. The man’s large finger came to press against their parted lips.

“There’s no use in hurting yourself; you need only nod or shake your head. I’m but a simple man with simple wishes, none of which are to force your hand. So think deeply; don’t decide in haste, dear one."

The pet name was so simply bestowed upon them, yet it remained, ringing in their ears whenever he called. They tried to recall that day—the beautiful man, the stark cold of his hands, the honey in his voice—but it was caught in a fog, as if fading like a dream upon waking.

“Dear one—“

The endearment brought them back to the darkness, the scent of frankincense and musk replacing the sterile antiseptic and brassy red; a welcome difference. Goosebumps ran over their skin as a cold breeze swept over their back, a lurking aura standing dangerously close behind them. The heat in their chest slowly beginning to rise. Frigid hands slipped around their waist, brushing under the hem of their shirt, grazing their delicate skin.

“Your body is trembling, yet the room is still. It seems you’ve gained much more control.”

His praise mixed with the feeling of his fingers sliding over the contours of their figure made the heat in their chest begin to spread. DIO’s hand danced against their skin, every inch of his touch lingering like a silent plea, an unspoken and burning need. The deep sound that echoed through their ears pulled the memory of his delicate words from that faraway moment.

“My Lord has taught me how; I would not have control without you. Your overwhelming power makes me feel weak in comparison, yet strong in your presence.”

They were left alone, a dark chortle bouncing off the walls of the marble-plated room, his presence lost in the vast expanse of the burgundy boudoir. Fragrant smoke was all that held them as, as quickly as he had vanished, his large stature stood mere inches before them.

“And where do you suppose you would be had it not been for such a power?” Knowing the answer—he wished to be humored—a king to be entertained.

“Perhaps I’d be rotting along with those other corpses, my body serving no greater purpose than for maggot’s food.” The quick response fueling his exalted ego, reminding him of his heroic rhetoric. “Eating flies on the floor; collecting dust like a mantle ornament.”

As their grim list of examples became more graphic, a devilish smirk grew across his face, his imagination playing with their words. Whether it made him feel like an omnipotent god or a messiah mattered very little. Just a slight glint of his smile was enough to make warmth seep into their stomach.

“You would make a splendid centerpiece on any fireplace mantle, dear one.” The sobriquet was like soft worship as it fell upon their ears. “Or maybe you could have use as a centerpiece on a table; it would surely make for worthy dinner entertainment.”

Gone. His form vanishing as they heard a heavy sigh from behind. One large hand slipped around the front of their neck, the other haphazardly moving along the edges and grooves of their side.

“Although—that would be terribly boring.” His hand nudging their head to rest against his chest, melting into his frosty skin. “You’d be nothing but something handsome to look at. What a shame, it would be much more enjoyable to be able to play with you.” His hand fell upon their hip and held a firm yet loving grip.

“Yet, handsome nonetheless, dear one.”

They were on fire, their imagination starting to run wild as he pressed his body closer to theirs. DIO’s arms engulfing them in an inescapable hold, face burrowing in the crevice of their neck. A small sigh fell from them as his lips ever so lightly grazed a tender place on their collar, not enough to be called a kiss, but to tickle their skin. Their heart began beating faster as his attention shifted to the other side of their neck, only providing delicate brushes. Until his lips met their neck in a sloppy manner before sinking his fangs in, just enough to draw blood.

Burning pain ran through them, blending into sheer ecstasy as they felt his lips connect with the wound. They moaned as he began to suck at the blots of crimson seeping from his intrusion. Licking at whatever remained, he began to plant firm kisses on their neck and collar. Leaving behind splotches of red, as if wearing ruby lipstick for a romantic date. He bit and sucked love marks wherever he could reach.

It felt like their clothes were suffocating, restricting tightly under the steam their body gave off. DIO began to fiddle again with their shirt before time broke once more, along with their blouse. Gravity pulled shreds of fabric to the floor as he stood in front of them again. Taking in his bare form, only covered by unforgivingly tight pants restraining an equally unforgiving tool, heat exploded in their stomach.

He stared devilishly at their exposed chest, savoring his time stripping them bare. Watching as they became bashful, painted in a sinful blush, was a sickly sweet pleasure of his. The more they recoiled in shyness, the more he exaggerated his ministrations, turning them into a whining mess. Breaking down their cool exterior became his favorite pastime.

All the while, they tried to keep their composure, failing miserably as his hands moved to explore their body further. His predatory stare wrecked their nerves, making them feel like prey waiting to be pounced upon. The heat inside them followed his hands tracing along their flushed skin, eventually grazing along their clothed center for a fleeting second. It was so easy for their self-control to be broken down, and they didn’t seem to have much of a problem with that.

They wanted more—more—more—of him, his touch, his kiss, his body, his love. Rebelliously moving their hands towards his chest, they were stopped before making it far. One strong hand held both of their wrists in place behind their back, pulling them inches from his face.

“You know better than that, dear one. You know whom this is for.” A sigh of feigned disappointment left his lips, his voice rendering them speechless.

“Say it.” He bit gruffly, pulling away from their ear.

“You, Master DIO.” They answered quickly, knowing their actions and responses would determine the importance of their time compared to his.

“And whose pleasure is this for? Your own?” With his free hand he grabbed their chin, bringing them closer to inspect their reaction. “How selfish.”

They roughly shook their head, wishing to avoid being left unsatisfied. His face looked riddled with doubt, an expression usually reserved for a disobedient child saying they would behave better in the future.

“Yours, Lord DIO, I promise.” They spat out quickly, anxiously awaiting his next move.

Seconds felt like minutes as he gazed down at their face, looking as if making an executive decision. Lust and mischief danced in his eyes when they quickly flashed with a glint of malice, coming to a conclusion.

“Hmm—yes, I’m aware of that. Though, it appears you need to be reminded.” Holding them painfully tight, he pulled them close. “Don’t touch me, please—not without my express permission. How foolish can you be to have forgotten?”

“I’m sorry, Master DIO, I let my passion cloud my memory.” They were becoming frantic; the thought of him leaving them with warmth still swirling under their skin drove them to near madness. “I promise, I only want to please you. I promise, Lord DIO.”

Suddenly, the hand that held a bruising grip on their chin fled to silence them with a finger to their lips. Dark, amber eyes met theirs as he nearly recited his words from that day. “There’s no use in harming yourself, dear one.” Their heart skipped; trembling legs halted as his hand began to brush against their face, replacing his painful grip with sincere touches.

Silence.

A guttural groan was pulled from them as they were left alone in the darkness to bask in their desire, neck bleeding, half bare, and utterly exposed.

“How pitiful; I’ve barely touched you.” His voice called from an undisclosed location. Gone from sight, he let out a deep baritone laugh, booming like a roar through the silent boudoir.

Their heart pounded in their ears as the room went silent once again, making them whine out in disappointment. As quickly as they had left, cold fingertips resumed their search for purchase along their naked torso, goosebumps riddling their skin as they stopped at the hem of their pants. Standing behind them, DIO’s hands stood painfully still as he leaned into the crook of their neck.

“What a dreadfully paltry thing you are. I wonder how much strength it would take for me to snap your feeble body in two." Almost as if speaking to himself, he posed the question with no intention of waiting for an answer.

Their body lurched back, slamming roughly into his chest as he held their hips with a brutal clasp. A quick yelp escaped their lips before he moved to cover their entire mouth, consequently covering most of their face, with his enormous hand. Try as he might to hold it back, the moan that fell from his lips was one of pure filth as he firmly held them. His height itself was overwhelming, let alone his inhuman strength, but what made their legs begin to shake again was the size they felt growing between them. Pushing its shape firmly into their back, it took what little self-control they had left not to bravely knit their fingers through the golden hair tickling their neck.

Whatever sinful noises they made were negligible by them but memorized by DIO. He wished to make them come undone in every way possible before letting them come close to sweet release. Teasing wasn’t simply a game to him; it had surpassed a hobby even; it was a particular torture method that only DIO had mastery over. Torture that never seemed to end; always under his complete control. Their noises cueing him to every single point he could use, the louder the sound, the more advantageous the action.

Avoiding patterns—never remaining predictable, he kept a brief mental catalog of what he’d done before. Never repeating, but sampling from their previous excursions to get the right kick out of finally cutting them loose. He craved the sounds of ecstasy that poured from their lips every time they were permitted to fall into their own pleasure. Never letting his exterior crack, his greatest pleasure was to see theirs shatter.

Holding firmly on the waist of their pants, he took his time breathing in their seductive scent, pheromones playing in his senses. Their patience was wearing thin, but it made DIO all the more persistent in waiting. Trying not to squirm under him, they pressed further into his body, enticing a small scoff at the desperate action. Mind spinning, their facade began to fade as the surrounding furniture began to lowly rumble against the marble floor. Large chandelier quaking as if the earth began to shake.

“The longer you take to compose yourself, the longer you’ll have to wait, dear one.” The nickname returning to his lips in a curious gesture of consolation. His words sounded sweet, but the sick tone in his voice alluded to such dark intentions that they couldn’t anticipate.

“Yes, my Lord.” Their eyes screwed shut as they tried to still their heart.

It was all for naught when he began to brush his lips against their bruised and bloodied neck. Never stopping, simply hinting painfully slow. Anticipating when his soft lips would press onto their flushed skin, a profane gasp left them as they danced against the bleeding surface. The searing pain burning into pleasant tingles made their head spin as he began to move down their collar.

Sickly sweet sounds surrounded them, heaving and panting like depraved animals. Hands gripped with white knuckles were held in place by their navel by sheer force of will, a choice that didn’t go unnoticed to him. Gradually, his movements slowed and were brought to a halt when he plunged his teeth into their shoulder, just above the collar. Sinking them in further, he waited for their reaction. A high-pitched gasp was purged from deep in their lungs as they fought their urge to hold him tightly.

Their hands, still clasped together like a prayer, were brought up to their face with flaring fingers in their best effort to remain obedient. A God fearing servant, desperate to sate their Lord’s every desire. Trembling hands quickly found themselves, fingers interlocked, behind their head, giving him full access to their chest. Passionately cleaning up the new blood with his tongue, their pain seemed to never be there to begin with. Dropping their arms with a pleasured moan, DIO continued to lap at their seeping wounds until he was satisfied with their performance. Finally, he released their neck from his attack to admire the carnage he’d dealt.

Heart palpitating; their breath was unsteady and broken. Physically and mentally becoming a mess under his touch, they whined out when he’d vanished again. A torturous game of patience—one they knew wouldn’t be over soon.

“You’ll grow stronger the more you undergo,” seduction seeping through his voice, carrying itself through the incense.

Glacial fingers found themselves caressing their hips, one finding purchase, the other continuing to wander aimlessly—at least they thought. DIO was meticulous, never letting an advantage go to waste, always remaining two steps ahead. He had a plan from the start, and divergence from it would surely be justification for a prolonged exercise. Sure enough, rough fingers began to retreat upwards, nothing to protect their bare chest from his icy hands.

Obedience held at the forefront of their mind—composer—endurance; they allowed their arms to hang by their side. All that was required was to remain patient and calm; thus, reward would follow in the simplest of circumstances. DIO was anything but simplistic, though. His hands traversing their stomach reached towards their chest, littering their skin in goosebumps and hardening their nipples.

Frigid fingers danced against their searing skin, bringing chills along in their wake. Stifling a reaction, they let out a sharp breath when they felt his enormous body press against their back. Their legs were on the verge of folding, nails pressing firm crescents into their palms, but they held steadfast in their conviction to satisfy their Lord’s desires.

“You have learned a considerable amount and gained much strength,” hands resting just below their sternum, “but I wonder if you may be ready for a new challenge.”

The proposal sparked a flurry of excitement within them, promptly accompanied by a feeling of something more sinister at play under the surface. Transparently, they didn’t seem to mind all the same. DIO took note of their resolve, wanting to test how much further it could stretch.

“How do you suppose you would fare during a test of endurance?” His query posed more towards himself—his insatiable curiosity.

Tantalizingly close, he halted all movement, tilting his face into the crook of their neck.

“Consider this: you’re aware that pain and pleasure can be one and the same, if so desired.” Hovering his face to just barely brush against their sensitive skin. “Conversely, one’s desire to turn suffering to delight counts for naught if their endurance is unpracticed. Those too weak to endure such suffering will simply succumb to pointless emotion.”

Slightly grazing along his previous markings sent an involuntary shiver throughout their body, shuddering against him. He tested, licking the wounds once again, the stinging sending chills down their spine at each lap. Biting back any sound, they didn’t notice the pain in their mouth until the unforgiving taste of copper became apparent. A small gash in their plump lip seeped a line of blood, sliding down their quivering chin.

DIO’s left hand glided across their sternum, landing open-palmed in the center, his right moving to grab their jaw, gently tilting it upwards to gaze upon his heavenly face. Quickly diving in to lap up the stream that continued to travel after it surfaced.

“Well,” leaning back to stare into their glassy eyes, “can you bare it—my dearest one?”

Words were lost to them; all of their focus centered around undergoing his so-called test to his liking.

Dearest one.

“I would endure hellfire, crying my lord's praises amongst a wailing chorus of tortured souls.” Heart threatening to burst from their chest, they nearly screamed, “My master’s face would guide my mind to peace in the depths of Dante’s inferno; his voice a lullaby in a cacophony of pain.”

My dearest one.

“And whom would that be?” Feigning innocence, his hand moved behind their neck.

“You, of course, my Lord DIO.” Their lack of hesitation fed his desire to possess them. “I will pass any test you would have me take with great pleasure, DIO.”

Searing pain burned through their neck as he broke the skin effortlessly, bringing a sharp breath from their throat. Their mistake became glaringly obvious far too late.

“Hmm, how strange.” He lifted them from the ground almost how a child would carelessly jostle a toy. “I must have misheard you.” Looking up, as if to inspect them.

“Lord DIO—master—almighty DIO—“ They struggled; their prattling correction fell upon deaf ears as he turned them completely to face him. His large hand only allowing enough air passage to grovel, not to breathe.

“Lord?“ eyes dark, unrelenting “Master?” Inches from the ground, “Almighty?” He let out a breathy chuckle. Stars began to glide across their vision as gravity drew them to the ground.

“No.”

Silence.

Falling to their hands and knees on the cold floor, their heartbeat the only sound as they sat alone, once again, anticipating his return. Before they could bring themself to stand, his powerful aura returned, overcoming their half-naked frame. His form kneeled behind them, radiating danger and lust as he leaned over their back. One hand gripped their chin, the other rested on their stomach, tucking his head in the crook of their neck to speak directly in their ear.

“What, pray tell, did you call me?”

Time dragged, hovering in the air, as if the world held its breath. Their heartbeat echoed in their ears while they searched for a saving answer. Knowing only one to be correct, they submitted to their fate. Voice hesitant and broken, they spoke—

“DIO.”

Arms tightening to draw their bodies closer, he shifted his weight backward on his knees to push them flush against his sturdy body. The cold of his skin matched the frigid marble as he tilted their head back to rest on his shoulder. His brawny frame enveloping them like the final puzzle piece slotting seamlessly into its place, the contours of their bodies aligning with quiet certainty. Calves straddling his waist, they hovered above his lap, held up against his chest with a simply placed hand.

“How’s that again, dear one?” Sugary words laced with venom poured into their ears, the need for repetition impertinent. “Such a quiet little church mouse—I can’t seem to hear you.”

Every movement methodical and precise; DIO’s touch was misleading, his embrace almost delicate. All action opposed reason; his disposition unnervingly gentle despite their obvious trespass.

“DIO.” They repeated louder, throat searing inside and out despite their hunt for air beginning to settle. Dread, ever-consuming, overtook them as they frantically tried to avoid retribution.

"Please, Master DIO, forgive me." They searched desperately for words, "I will do anything you wish, take any test, endure any torture; I submit my will to you fully. Please, I beg your forgiveness, my Lord."

A quiet fell upon the room, the only sound labored panting, their head pounding. His icy digits danced across their neck, teasing their collarbone as he basked in the feeling of their body in his embrace. Anxiety wrecked their nerves as they awaited their inevitable reprisal, restitution that never came.

"My, how defiant you can be," fingertips lightly brushing against the open wounds on their neck. "But how delicious you always are—it seems I’ve become insatiable; I can hardly stop myself." Gingerly, he collected a stray trail of blood running down their sternum.

Drawing a line up their chest back to their broken skin, he brought his hand back, satisfied with the amount. Bringing the crimson digit to slip between their parted jaws, they instinctively closed their lips to surround the bitter taste.

"Sweet wine, dear one," retreating from their mouth with a sickly pop, he brought it back to play with the tender skin he had already torn. "Shall I finally take my glass?" His intention finally clear as he pressed his index into the crevice of their shoulder, blood beginning to pour down their body, staining what little clothes remained.

His head tilted forward to hover above the fresh puncture, admiring how the traveling scarlet complemented the color of their soft skin. Finally satiating his need, he leaned in to suck at their gashed collar, letting out a deep moan muffled into their skin. One arm wrapped around their waist; the other splayed across their shoulders, he desperately tried to control his wanton hands. Remaining in a bruising grip, he finally freed their neck with a delighted sigh, resisting the temptation to finish his meal quickly.

"My cup runneth over," he cooed into their ear, they became lightheaded as a sinful groan escaped from their throat.

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Stand Specs

(TLDR: anything important to the plot or for quick reference is highlighted in pink.)

Stand Name: Soft Cell

Appearance:

A multicolored, unsettling humanoid figure with a metallic body featuring glowing cracks and circular ripple patterns. It has only a jagged glowing scar across its face and semi-liquid chains around its wrists and ankles that fade into a dark mist.

Stand Ability: "Pulse of Dissonance"

Soft Cell manipulates vibrations and frequencies, influencing physical and emotional states.

Primary Effects:

1. Emotional Manipulation:

Opponent: Uses low-frequency vibrations to alter emotions, turning happiness into mania, fear into panic, and anger into rage.

Self-inflicted: Can affect the users mental state by inducing euphoria, anxiety, or rage.

2. Physical Manipulation:

Opponent: Vibrates objects or opponents to cause structural damage or disorientation. (Ie. shattering materials or inducing vertigo)

Self-inflicted: Can cause internal shuddering, disorienting vertigo, or chronic pain by focusing vibrations on specific body parts.

3. Harmonic Collapse:

Opponent: Creates destructive resonance waves, damaging anything within a 5-meter radius of the Stand.

Self-inflicted: Can result in self-destructive resonance or explosive disruptions within the user's body.

4. Combat Applications:

- Ripple Propagation: Attacks enemies by sending vibrations through solid surfaces.

- Tuning Shift: Affects specific targets while avoiding allies/vulnerable areas.

- Chamber Lock: Traps targets in a feedback loop of sound or vibration, immobilizing them.

Self-inflicted application:

- Enhances speed and strength through vibrations but risks self-imprisonment or internal strain.

Pleasure Applications:

1. Amplified Euphoria: Intensifies pleasure during intimate moments.

2. Sensory Misdirection: Shifts sensations to different body parts, enhancing excitement.

3. Pain Channeling: Transforms pain into pleasure, adding thrill to experiences.

4. Harmonic Resonance: Builds waves of pleasure leading to intense climaxes.

5. Nerve Distortion: Alters perception of pleasure, creating unique sensory experiences.

6. Ripple Propagation: Channels pleasure through surfaces, enhancing intimacy.

7. Emotional Manipulation: Deepens emotional connection during romantic moments.

8. Self-Induced Vertigo: Adds excitement through mild disorientation.

9. Pain Suppression: Ensures enjoyment by suppressing discomfort.

10. Feedback Loop: Intensifies and prolongs sensations of pleasure.

Weaknesses:

Opponent: Less effective against chaotic opponents, reduced impact in open spaces, and strong-willed individuals can resist emotional effects.

Self-inflicted: Requires precise control to avoid self-harm, and emotional resistance demands intense mental discipline. User must use careful precision as to not hurt allies alongside enemies during combat operations.

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure and its characters belong to Hirohiko Araki, I do not claim to own this work.

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melefim · 9 months ago

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Swearing in Dead Boy Detectives: Shit

Overview:

Shit was said a total of 48 times, in all 8 episodes and by 8 different characters.

Uses Per Episode:

Shit is said in all 8 episodes of the show, one of only 4 words to do so.

Episode 1: 4

Episode 2: 9

Episode 3: 7

Episode 4: 2

Episode 5: 9

Episode 6: 4

Episode 7: 7

Episode 8: 6

Uses Per Character:

Shit is said by 8 different characters.

Charles: 5

Crystal: 32

Jenny: 5

Esther: 1

The Cat King: 1

Kingham: 1

Hunter: 1

Twitchy Richie: 2

Percent of Total:

Shit is used 48 times, which is 14.9% of cursing in the show.

Variations:

There are 6 variations of the word used in the show, with the most popular being Shit, which was used 20 times.

Shit: 20

Holy Shit: 12

Bullshit: 11

Shits: 2

Shitty: 2

BS: 1

Rankings:

Total Uses: Shit comes in third for total uses, being said 48 times.

Number of Episodes: Shit is one of only four curse words that is said in all 8 episodes- the others are Fuck, Ass, and God.

Most Uses of a Word in a Single Episide: Shit holds 2 of the top 11 spots

Total Characters: Shit’s 8 characters puts it in 3rd place.

Favorite Word: Shit is one of Crystal’s favorite words, tied with God at 32 uses each. It is also Twitchy Richie’s favorite- he says it twice.

Shit is the only curse word Kingham says that Litty does not.

Curse Word Variations: It is tied in 2nd place with Hell for most variations, with 6 each.

Lines:

Episode 1:

Crystal: Holy shit, did you take some of my memories? I don't have some screwed-up amnesia, you took them.

Jenny: Maybe you catch someone on a good day and they care about you for like a minute, and then they go right back to caring about all their own bullshit.

Crystal: Holy shit. (Edwin tells her about girl turned into small piece of plastic)

Charles: Look Edwin, you're the smart one, and I'm the one who does shit like this.

Episode 2:

Crystal: Ok, props for the like, Herculean-level effort, but vandalizing my shit isn't getting us anywhere.

Jenny: Whatever angsty, John Hughes-level bullshit that's going on in here, just do it more quietly.

Crystal: Oh, shit. Sorry. (Almost runs into Niko)

Crystal: Oh my god, holy shit! (Niko collapses)

Crystal: Oh my God! Holy shit, how does today keep getting more disgusting? (Looks at Paranormal Parasitics book)

Crystal: Oh, shit, uh... (Sees sprite-controlled Niko in butcher shop)

Jenny: Just cut the weird shit. Or I'll like evict you

Kingham: For real, it smells like dog shit in there.

Crystal: Niko? Holy shit, your hair!

Episode 3:

Crystal: Holy shit, who knew this town was such a Mecca for troubled ghosts?

Crystal: So ok, if we figure out what sent that piece of shit dad over the edge, we can what? free the family?

Crystal: And if I have to hear that goddamn song one more time, I am gonna lose my shit.

Crystal: Oh shit, yes. (They haven't found a radio)

Crystal: I am done wasting my energy on your fuck-boy bullshit.

Crystal: Holy shit, we actually did.

Esther: Quit loitering you little shits.

Episode 4:

Crystal: Sorry, I've just been dealing with some shitty stuff with my ex.

Charles: I sure as hell couldn't stop my dad from beating the shit out of me.

Episode 5:

Crystal: Holy shit! (Waking up from nightmare)

Hunter: Cops say it was alcohol poisoning at this party, but that's BS.

Twitchy Richie: They were dicks who treated people like shit.

Twitchy Ritchie: She got aggressive, making threats and shit.

Crystal: You walk around acting like the sun always shines, and then you lost your shit while beating the Night Nurse. Edwin and I are walking on eggshells around you instead of just saying 'what the actual fuck?'

Charles: I've got some heavy shit that I need to sort out. I get it. Just… God, I really wanted them to be good guys

Crystal: It's a really shitty thing to have in common.

Crystal: Hey Jenny? Hey, what's with the fl- Holy shit.

Charles: You tossers really hurt some people. You were cruel just for the shits.

Episode 6:

Crystal: So no, I didn't read the stupid tree! … Shit.

Crystal: OK, enough uh, emotional bullshit.

The Cat King: Oh God, the handsome face, the little kiss, bullshit astrology.

Jenny: Stop that bullshit right now.

Episode 7:

Crystal: Holy shit, you're still alive?

Crystal: What kind of bullshit is that?

Crystal: Fucking bullshit, like I can't help.

Charles: Bullshit. When did you go to school here for reals?

Crystal: Holy shit, Jenny. You shouldn't be here!

Crystal: Just cut this shit!

Crystal: Oh, bullshit. A good detective does what he has to in order to close the case.

Episode 8:

Crystal: Am I ever wrong about this shit?

Crystal: My parents won't say shit, they don't even--

Crystal: Yeah, well blame my parents. Holy shit!

Jenny: Fuck that! That is bullshit!

Crystal: Shit (digging Niko out of rubble)

Crystal: She probably put a, like, kill-you-instantly spell or some witchy shit on the door.

Notes:

Jenny almost says it one more time in episode 5- it looks and sounds to me like she was going to say ‘bullshit’ at the end of her “I will take my wine and murder documentaries over this bu-“ but was interrupted by Maxine.

In episode 8, Esther has the line: Oh, shoot. Or as the French say, merde.

‘Merde’ is French for ‘shit’

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More Dead Boy Detectives Swearing Posts:

Masterlist

Swearing by Episode

Swearing by Character

Swearing by Word

All Swearing Posts

And if you like lists of things like I do, you can check out my other Dead Boy Detectives ones here!

When Charles’ Shirt Colors Change

George Rextrew’s Edwin comic inspo board

Full soundtrack with timestamps

Moves, Incidents, and Cases Masterlist

First pass at finding where the songs in the score are used- full post with timestamps in progress

#dead boy detectives #dbda #dead boy detective agency #dbdshow #dead boy detectives swearing #swearing by word #word of the day: shit #crystal palace #Charles Rowland #jenny green #the cat king #esther finch #kingham #brad and hunter #twitchy richie #compiled by me

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hi! i read your 'angeleyes' fic and it was AMAZING i was just wondering.. perhaps, just maybe, a part 2-ish where y/n and eddie actually have that picnic at lovers lake ?? i think that would be so cute and pure 🤭 or it could be a totally separate thing from the fic itself!

eeek i'm so happy you wanted a part 2!! sorry for the late response, i wanted to write the fic as perfect as possible before responding, i hope you love it!! <3

your song (angeleyes part two)

summary: you and eddie finally get your date at lovers lake

(part two to my fic angeleyes which can be found here)

pairing: eddie x female!henderson!reader

content: pure fluffiness

recommended song: 'your song' by elton john

word count: 4.4k

masterlist

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after you and eddie reconciled in the back of the RV, you vowed to yourself that you would let nothing happen to him and he of course already told you that he would keep you safe no matter what

even when that meant reading his mind when returning through the gate. you had watched dustin climb through the rope into normal hawkins, before turning to eddie. he gave you a chaste kiss before helping you up and through the gate, but once through, you looked down to see eddie staring at where the demo bats were attempting to breach through the top of the trailer

"edward james munson, get your ass through this gate right now!" you screamed, knowing he wanted to go out there and keep fighting, be the hero he was destined to be

"coming" he mumbled, snapping out of his thoughts and looking back up through the gate to see you

once you reconvened with everyone back in the real world, you felt some weight fall off your shoulders, assuming vecna was dead, and you felt a sense of normalcy headed your way, however, that was not what happened

eddie was found and arrested within hours of being back in the real hawkins because a couple people spotted movement within his trailer

you sat on the cold hard chair in the waiting room of the hawkins police department. it had been at least an hour since eddie was taken back to the small cell they had in the back of the building. you sat there with your hands buried in your hands with dustin next to you, who was biting on his thumb nail out of pure anxiety.

the news had not gone public but you were scared that at any minute, angry mobs of people would appear, ready to rip him apart for something he didn't do

sheriff powell walked into the room, handing a file over to florence who sat behind her desk. you stood up, looking for some sort of sign that you would be able to go back and see him

"uh we need to ask you a couple of questions as well, if you wouldn't mind," he said, ushering you to follow him

"no, whatever you want to ask, you can ask me right here," you said, crossing your arms

"ugh whatever, uh, did he force either of you two into his murderous plans?" he started, flipping open a small notebook, clicking his pen with a frustrated sigh

it was obvious that since he took on the role of the hawkins sheriff, he never expected to be put in a situation like this and as the arresting officer, he was clearly stressed knowing he had the number one suspect of the murders in the building and only him and florence knew that he was sitting in the holding cell

"what? no! that's crazy, he is innocent!" dustin yelled

"son, you need to remain calm or we won't be able to get to the bottom of this," he said, rubbing his forehead in distress

"calm? you want me to stay calm? you just arrested someone who is more innocent than mother theresa! he was framed!" dustin yelled again, throwing his hands up to dramatize his point

just then, the phone rang.

"hawkins police department, how may i help you?" she said picking up the phone and placing it on her ear. she balanced it between her shoulder as she grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, writing something down

she muttered a couple of "uh-huhs" before hanging up the phone and standing up, walking over to the sheriff

"that was officer callahan, he just found some kids at the abandoned creel house, one of them with broken arms and legs like the others, she was taken to the hospital about half an hour ago" florence explained, and you looked at dustin

"is she awake? can she talk?" powell asked and florence shrugged

"they didn't say," she responded and Powell nodded

"i'll be back, you two stay here" powell said firmly, grabbing his sheriff hat and walking out the door

you nodded, and sat down again, tears pricking at your eyes feeling frustrated as ever

"are you guys hungry?" florence asked sweetly and you shook your head, rubbing your forehead

"you sure? cause i can go grab something next door, and while i do so, there's no one here to stop you from seeing mr. munson..." she trailed off

you lifted your head up, picking up on what she was trying to say. she would leave to get food and while she was gone, she was going to let you see eddie

"but what about-" you started and she shook her head

"i'm going to go get you two food, you two look famished" florence said again, grabbing her coat and purse and walking swiftly out of the door leaving you and dustin alone in the building

you would assume that there would be more officers working, but most were out patroling the streets or looking for eddie, unaware that the sherriff already brought him in

you quickly ran down the hall and turned the corner to see eddie sitting on the hard metal bench that was connected to the wall, his head in his hands

"eddie?" you said urgently. he lifted his head up to see you and instantly got up and walked towards the bars that divided the two of you

"y/n, how did you get back here?" he asked, linking his hand with yours that met on one of the bars

"florence let me back but that's not important, how are you?" you asked sympathetically

"oh you know, just peachy, i almost die defeating an evil force just to get thrown in jail for a crime i didn't commit" he said sarcastically. you knew he was using it as a defense mechanism to cover the fact that he wanted to cry and scream and punch a wall for being in the worst situation imaginable

"well i am going to do everything in my power to get you out of here i promise" you told him and he nodded, wiping away a tear

"oh eddie bear don't cry" you said, using his nickname you started to call him when you first started dating

"ew, eddie bear?" dustin said, appearing behind you

"hey at least she is being nice" eddie snapped back and dustin crossed his arms

"i am nice too! i'm here to help get you out," dustin told him and you sorta droned out as the two continued to bicker like brothers with one another

you both stayed with eddie for a couple more minutes before you heard the bell of the front door ring, signaling someone was coming in

"shit, okay, i love you, i'll be back" you said to eddie, disconnecting your hands and following dustin out of the room and down the hall back to where the desks were

florence came back in holding a large brown paper bag, giving you a small smile

"sorry im a few minutes later than i should've been, there was a long line" she said with a wink, handing you the bag

you thanked her as she took out one package of food and headed down the hallway, presumably towards eddie, and left the rest to you and dustin as you dove into the meal

you were almost done, snacking on a couple of leftover fries when both sheriff powell and officer callahan walked into the building and down the hall to eddie

you got up, following them, not caring if you would get reprimanded for doing so. they were both silent as you watched them unlock the cell, eddie standing up and looking at them with confusion

"mr. munson, under new evidence you are no longer under arrest for the murders of chrissy cunningham, fred benson, and patrick mckinney. you are free to go" powell said with a grisly voice

eddie slowly walked out of the cell, staring at the two officers incase they were to have a snap in judgment and throw him back in

"what.. what do you mean?" you asked as he walked to you, giving you a hug

"we cannot disclose much but, we found that there was another accident that occurred when mr. munson here was in this cell, which proves.." callahan started to say

"it proves he didn't do it since we had him detained here so there was no way he was able to get out and do anything" powell finished

you started crying, and your arms wrapped around eddie, pulling him in close

"thank god" you mumbled out, before it hit you

the next day you woke up in your bed, eddie next to you. after all the shit that went down, you were more than happy to be showered and laying in bed next to eddie who was no longer convicted of a crime he didn't commit

the two of you snuck into your room the night before as you were promised as of 12 pm last night, the news would be spread that eddie munson was innocent

you knew that even with the proof of innocence, people would still be cruel towards your boyfriend so you decided the best course of action was to let him sleep all day in a comfy bed, then take him on a picnic to lovers lake. it would be secluded and give you a chance to just be with him

you rolled out of bed quietly and walked out of your room and down the hall to the living room. you saw your mom sitting in her chair with tews sitting on her lap, watching the news

"did you see this?" she asked, motioning to the tv where you saw the headline underneath powell stating the new evidential facts

new evidence found in munson case - suspect found innocent

"yeah uh, i did see that, i actually picked him up from the station last night..." you told her and she gasped

"where is he now? he obviously can't go home" she asked

"now mom, don't get mad but he had to stay over last night-" you tried to explain and she got up, putting tews on the seat behind her

"he's here?" she said with a mix of a shout with a whisper, you gulped with a nod

"well, that poor thing! after everything he's been through! does he need anything?" she asked, and you were shocked

"oh uh, not now? he's sleeping but when he gets up he'll probably need something to eat and then i'm taking him on a picnic tonight," you smiled sheepishly

"oh good, well i do have to head to work soon but please make him feel at home, poor thing has been through enough" she told you and you nodded with an unsure smile

"yeah sure" was all you said as she walked to her room

you stood there, stunned. to be fair she knew you and eddie were dating and how close he and dustin were, but the whole situation of him being accused of something so heinous really freaked her out.

you checked the time and saw it was only about 8 am, your mom would leave in a few minutes and you knew for a fact eddie and dustin, who were both dead asleep, would probably not wake up till hours later

figuring you should do something of use, you decided to wash eddie's clothes, start prepping food for your picnic, and find some other things to busy yourself with

"how's max" you asked nancy. she was at the hospital with mike and lucas, and she called you after wondering where you went. you explained the eddie situation which she was thankful for, and updated the rest of the group for you.

"alive, but her arms and legs are broken and in casts, the doctors don't know when she'll wake up," she said as you heard her sniffles

a few tears started to fall upon hearing the news, and you nodded, thankful she was alive but praying she would wake up and everything would be okay

"how's eddie doing?" she asked just as you heard a door creak open. you looked around the corner to see eddie coming out of your room in just a pair of boxers

"speak of the devil, he just woke up," you told her as eddie wrapped his arms around you, the warmth of his body heating up yours

you continued to talk with nancy for a few more minutes as eddie slowly swayed you side to side. the two of you eventually said goodbye and you hung up, turning your body to face eddie

"hi baby" he said as you put your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck

"how'd you sleep?" you asked

"fucking amazing, such an upgrade from ricks couch," he said, kissing your forehead

you stood like that for a handful of minutes, enjoying the bliss of standing in each others arms.

"you hungry?" you asked. "yeah" he mumbled out. you went to move out of his arms but he wouldn't let you move

"baby i kinda have to go to the kitchen" you laughed, trying to worm your way out of his arms and he gripped tighter

"nope, cant let you go, i love you too much" he laughed as he fake wrestled you to avoid you leaving his arms

eddie and you fumbled to the floor, causing you two to burst into giggles. you hadn't heard his laugh in the longest time and it warmed your heart

"i've missed that" you said, leaning on your side to look at him. he propped himself up on his arm and out the other around your waist

"missed what" he asked, stroking your hip lightly with his thumb

"you, your smile, your laugh, everything" you giggled out

"i missed everything about you too" he said, using his hand on your hip to pull you close. he swiftly moved so he was hovering over you, slowly leaning down to kiss you

just as your lips touched, you heard a few footsteps and then a loud "what the fuck, get off the floor" by an annoyed dustin, who clearly just woke up

"sorry man" eddie mumbled out, and got up, and helped you up from the floor as well

you cooked the two of them breakfast, and munched on a few pieces here and there before dustin got up, putting his plate in the sink

"i'm going to get dressed and then head to the hospital to see max, can you drive me there?" he asked eddie, and he nodded a yes

"uh babe, where are my clothes?" eddie asked

"oh i washed and dried them for you, they should be downstairs, i can go get it" you said, kissing his temple in passing

you quickly got his clothes out of the dryer and brought them back up from the basement, going to your room and setting them on your bed

you went back to the kitchen, and started cleaning the dishes up, noticing dustin left the table

"i put your clothes on my bed" you said to him when he came up behind you and kissed your neck

"or we can make it even and you can lose your clothes" he suggested, kissing up your neck

you smiled, drying your hands on the small towel next to the sink

"oh really?" you smirked, as he kissed up your neck, you pressed back against him causing a small moan to emit from his perfect pink lips

"okay eddie im ready to go!" you heard dustin scream as he walked down the hall

"fucking cock block" eddie mumbled, leaning his forehead against your shoulder causing you to giggle

"go on, i'm gonna work on our surprise date" you said and he kissed your shoulder

"its not really a surprise if you tell me about it" he said, pulling away from you causing the chilly air to nip at your skin

"well i had to tell you cause you're gonna drive us there" you said smiling

"oh really?" he said, pulling you in for another kiss

"really" you said pulling away

"ew gross guys cmon im right here" you heard dustin complain. you giggled as you watched eddie flick dustins temple as he passed him on the way to your room

a few minutes later he came back out wearing his newly cleaned hellfire t shirt and black jeans, slipping on his shoes

"lets go" he said, keys in hand

after eddie got back, you two packed up food, and you honestly didn't care that you knew he knew where you guys were going

you had gotten dressed into a comfy sweater and jeans, knowing it was going to be a bit nippy when the sun set by the lake

eddie helped you push the picnic basket and blankets into the back of his van then helped you up into the passenger seat, shutting your door for you, always refusing for you to get it because to him 'a lady should never get her own door' and always insisted he did it instead

"so i think i know where we're having our surprise date" eddie said with a smirk, hopping into the drivers seat and shutting the door

he turned on the engine in his van and started the usual drive from your house to lovers lake

the radio played softly, and you turned your body to admire him, watching him focus on the road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on the clutch.

"what's going through your mind pretty girl?" he asked, noticing you looking

"nothing, just admiring how pretty you are," you smiled, and he stretched the hand he had on the clutch and moved it to your thigh

you put your hand on top of his, stroking his skin lightly before your hands intertwined. you felt the roughness of his calloused fingers graze over yours along with the metal of his rings that he refused to go anywhere without

"you think i'm pretty?" he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips as he glanced over at you

"of course, god broke the mold when he made you," you said with a giggle and eddie rolled his eyes, a real smile stretching over his face

"that's so cheesy" eddie said with a chuckle. the radio continued to play as you sat in comfortable silence

but it wasn't long before the two of you were talking about everything and anything as you usually would end up doing but you secretly loved it, to you it proved you would never run out of things to talk about

before you knew it, you had arrived at your usual spot in lovers lake. it was a small, quiet area that you hadn't seen too many people in but it was perfect for the two of you. there was enough room for the van to be parked on the side of the road, and your usual spot sat in a clearing of bushes which provided some privacy which was nice. it was also close to the water which gave the right amount of ambience to your dates with eddie. it was a peaceful intermission from life everytime you came here and that's why it soon became your favorite

of course during the break up, you were very upset you couldn't go there to think, just out of pure fear you were to see eddie here with some other girl. but you didn't know what was worse, running into him on a date with another girl in your spot, or seeing him there all alone and not being able to be with him sitting on the shoreline

you and eddie took your stuff from his van and walked down to where you normally set the blanket and you had a sense of deja vu wash over you

"agh i'm getting deja vu" you spoke, setting down the blanket which made eddie chuckle

"i just take it that if it was meant to happen before you're where you're meant to be right now" eddie said setting up the food, and you laughed

"when did you become so wise?" you asked in surprise and eddie shrugged with a smile

"somewhere on the walk from the car to here" eddie joked

the sun had set, the food was finished, and the music was playing from one of eddie's transistor radios he had from his van

you were leaning against eddie who was sitting against a tree, giving you the perfect view of the lake while eddie's arms wrapped around you

the song on the radio changed and suddenly you were listening to the familiar tune of 'your song' by elton john

"ugh i love elton, but this song is so cheesy and overplayed" you complained to eddie

"can i tell you a secret?" he responded causing you confusion on his response

"yeah?" you told him

"i actually kinda like this song" he said with a sheepish smile

"what?" you said in surprise and he nodded, shifting his position to get up, offering a hand to help you up from your spot

you stood up as he gently pulled you in close, your hands were on his chest as his arms snaked around your waist, and he rested his hands on your lower back

he started to dance with you as the lyrics flowed, and your heart skipped a beat as he started to sing along

'I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do My gift is my song, and this one's for you'

he quickly kissed you between verses before he continued to sing to you, gently swaying you back and forth as you laid your head on his chest, putting your arms around his neck 'And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple, but now that it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world'

you started to tear up a little bit just from the amount of pure love for the man in front of you. he moved his head to get your attention just to sing you your favorite line from the whole song

'yours are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen'

you smiled and looked away, blushing as he continued to sing along until the song ended and the two of you stood there in each other's arms, the radio switching to some other song while hearing the light waves from the lake splash onto the edge of the ground where you stood

"i guess its not such a cheesy song after all" you muttered, wiping a tear from your cheek

"guess not" eddie agreed, leading to another few minutes of silence of standing there with each other which was pure bliss after the hell you've encountered the past few weeks, before eddie spoke again

"it's all true though" he said and you responded with an intrigued "hm?"

"the song, it's true for me. you make life the most wonderful thing to experience just because you're here with me, and i can't say it enough but i love you more than life y/n" he said, locking eyes with you

you gently cupped his face, kissing him with such passion you were sure it would break the world record for the amount of love shown through a kiss. he kissed you back, pulling you in close like he would lose you the second he let go. your hands tangled in his hair as your tongues explored each other's mouths like it was new territory.

when you finally pulled away for air, eddie kept you close, leaning his forehead against yours and rubbing a hand on the back of your neck. he kissed your forehead lightly before pulling away, looking at your fingers entangling with his

he quickly pulled away and turned around before he whipped back around and got down on one knee, holding up the ring he always wore on his right hand. the one he stole from his mom's jewelry box when he was 12 but she ended up letting him keep it, finding it endearing he wanted to wear it

"y/n, this is a promise that no matter how stupid i am, that we always work things out, and we stay that way no matter what. i love you and never want to let you go and as a token of my promise, and my love and appreciation, will you please wear my ring and be mine again?" he asked, looking up at you, the lyrics of having the sweetest eyes you've ever seen coming to fruition with his chocolate brown eyes staring into yours

"eddie i-" you started to feel the tears fall down your cheeks as you stopped yourself, a small giggle coming from your mouth

"i love you eddie, yes of course" you said as you stretched out your hand to meet his as he slipped the ring onto your ring finger. it fit a little too perfectly, causing your heart to flutter.

he stood up, picking you up and spinning you around as you let out a laugh squeal combination, before putting you back down on the ground, holding your face as you leaned into his hand, watching his eyes look at you with a look of admiration

"one day i'll write you my version of your song, and it'll be all for you" he said with a smile

"will it include cheesy lyrics?" you laughed and he nodded

"naturally"

fin.

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This is a FREE pass to deep dive into ANY of your favorite thing(s) about Mr. Zee Kay!!! I wanna hear EVERYTHING about your favorite thing, I love seeing your deep dives and essays on the most important subject to exist ❤️

❗ CAUTION. LONG-ISH POST AHEAD. ❗

Hi! First of all:

Kissies for you for sending me this ask, thank you so much! This has been sitting in my inbox for a while now since it took me ages to decide what this post should be about. I didn't want to make yet another fashion/stage outfit/etc post, so I decided to do something different with it.

I decided this will be a long ass post about Richard's outspokenness and honesty in interviews and some of my favourite quotes/topics he spoke about in the past. This man has A LOT to say and sometimes is brutally honest with his answers. You ask him how he's doing or what he thinks about XYZ? Prepare for a lengthy and detailed reply. You ask him something silly or boring? Be prepared he quite actually reacts quite directly on it.

This list will be sorted by three topics: 1. Quotes regarding work with Rammstein, Emigrate and in general, 2. Quotes about his personal life and finally, 3. Unhinged shit Richard says since this man sometimes has no filter.

All interviews will be linked, german quotes are translated into english. Prepare yourself, this will be long and self-indulgend and I'm probably the only person who's really interested in this stuff but i don't CARE, I love reading about and listening to this man and I'll use this post to my liking thanks to this lovely, lovely anon 💞 Let's get started 👀🤍

Richard on working with Rammstein and Emigrate and music in general

In this interview, Richard talks about being put into the right wing corner by the german media and how hard it is for him and the band: "You want to shout it out loud and convince people otherwise, only to find that nobody listens because nobody wants to know. They want you in this corner. That was very disillusioning."

Here he gives an example for his immeasurable perfectionism and how he tries to protect himself from it: "I spent a lot of time recording guitars over and over again. I ended up giving my guitar engineer the key to the locker where my guitar cabinets are and told him “Do not give me this key back”, otherwise I would have still been in there recording guitars right now.

In the same interview, he also gives an example how the whole Mutter problem came into play: "So if I’d come up with 45 ideas, then others in the band may feel they’d have to come up with 45 ideas as well. There was lot of pressure going on within Rammstein because of that."

Here Richard talks about how he, back in the GDR days, wandered from peer group to peer group to find his style: "I've always been bored of sticking with just one group of people. The metalheads got drunk too often. So I moved on - and I found that refreshing - to the punks …" Interviewer: … who didn't drink any less. "No, exactly. And they were also dirtier (laughs). Then I was with the bluesmen, and they always went to these blues fairs. And because they also drank a lot, they could sleep well, whereas I, who didn't drink, always woke up at three in the morning because I was so cold - we only had these thin cotton sleeping bags."

Richard on the amount of hours which go in one song of his [interview]: "At some point, I calculated that it takes me about 1000 hours on average for a song to reach the listener. But I don't want to think too much about the time involved. That would just be frustrating."

On his relationship with Flake and that he would be the one member of the band Richard would play an Emigrate album as a test run to [interview]: "Although someone like Flake would probably be very open to that. We have a lot of respect for each other and are in a lively exchange. For example, I regularly listen to his radio show - and call him afterwards to ask him what weird stuff he's been saying. (laughs)"

2. Richard on his personal life

In my alltime favourite podcast with Richard, he admist to seemingly being a quite difficult person to live with (apparently, only his daughter is able to and is relaxed enough to bring him inner peace). He hates talking in the morning, needs time for himself with no talking and reflect on things and sometimes is afraid/annoyed that he has to explain himself to others (since other people tend to take offense because of this). This is one of the reasons why he definitely can't imagine living together with a girlfriend again.

Here he talks about the evolution of friendship with Till: Intervier: How has your friendship changed over more than 30 years? Richard: "Well, as it goes in life: Unfortunately, there's never a happy ending. You should only meet friends once or twice a month. It's unnatural for men to be extremely close for decades. At some point you want to be left alone." Interviewer: You two are more like colleagues these days? Richard: "Sounds stupid, but that's kind of how it is. But I still have a basic trust: If anything happens, I know I can call Till and he'll be there, just like the others."

Here Richard admits to his immense moodiness at times: "I am a very moody person, my mood sometimes changes by the hour."

Why he likes western movies so much [interview]: "It might sound strange, but I have really early childhood memories of my father watching these cowboy movies and falling asleep… that ended up being part of my upbringing somehow."

And his fond memory of the wild times with Till after the wall came down [interview]: "Because at that time, in every house there was a techno or rave party, and we would go there, and 7 in the morning, he would bring his daughter to school, and then come back and we would stay there into the daytime, and dance to these electric beats — I mean, can you imagine us dancing like that?"

How he answers to a fan question in which movie/show he'd like to be a part of (musically or in general) [article]: "I would have loved to have been in Game of Thrones. I really love fantasy worlds, you know? Also Westworld."

3. Welcome to the unhinged RZK corner aka "Shit RZK says":

In this interview, he describes his relationship with music like this: "I believe the music itself must be the king, but I want to be the queen." Alrighty then 👀

Just overall this conversation with him thinking about filming himself having sex [interview]:

The Gauntlet: Do you always have that funny smile during sex? [regarding the Pussy MV]

Richard: "I actually never watched myself but you have a point. I really should watch myself or videotape it. I never really...I can do it. I did that a long time ago but every girl is different. Do I really smile? Sometimes I guess, I will have to check that out. You really have me thinking on that one."

This man seemingly tried every therapy under the sun, which is good, but this one left me a bit speechless [interview]: "I always had the feeling that I was a king without a nation. That was always in my head and I once did reincarnation therapy and experienced this life. It was really interesting and this song came out of that [song: Born on my own].

Here he admits to throwing a guitar at Lemmy Kilmister: "It was the third time a roadie had given me an out-of-tune guitar. So I threw it at him. Unfortunately, Lemmy was standing there watching the show from the side of the stage. But I didn't know that, I just saw Lemmy disappear. That was very embarrassing for me."

Or he throws his credits cards at sales women (how about some anger management my guy): "The last time I was there [New York], I wanted to pay for a coffee in a café with a hundred dollar bill. But not because I wanted to be a big shot, but because I just had this one bill in my pocket. The sales woman hissed at me and threw the bill back over the counter. I just thought: She's out of her mind. I then threw my credit card at her. I was really angry."

If you made it to the end of this post, I really applaud you and apologize for my rambling yet again 🙏 I could go on and on (I didn't even started with quoting the video interviews), but I think since I'm the only one who's into this, I stop right here 😅 Have some smiley Richard as a reward 🍀

#rammstein #richard kruspe #ask #i'm so sorry dear anon that this took so long #but well #i am delusional and way over the top about this man and I admit to it #thank you for this ask!!!#interviews & quotes #kruspe chronicles

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