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starsmuserainbow · 7 years ago

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Thank you!

So, it’s that time again!

I originally intended to wait longer with my next post like this, but then again I’d only have waited because I would want to avoid having to face my shyness by doing this here. So, instead of waiting, I decided to go ahead with this number.

I have reached another number, that will be mentioned once but only below the cut for those that don’t like people talking about their amount of followers.

This is incredibly hard for me, but I had big plans for my next post and I intend to stick to those plans. It will get very long below the cut, so be warned when you click.

Short version:

Thank you all for following me and thus being interested in my Star and/or my writing!

I apologize if any of the ones that I’ll list below are currently on hiatus or inactive or anything, I don’t intend to force you back or something, I just wanted to say how I feel about your blog, and also try to word how thankful I am, and/or say a few nice words which I never would have the courage to say otherwise.

One more thing: Please don’t measure the length or compare it to the others. I can’t say exactly the same amount of things to everyone, and I also don’t wanna repeat ‘cliche-y’ terms for every single one of you. I only wanna write the most important things I feel about you, so please don’t be mad for getting fewer lines than someone else or something.

Also, to those that had already been mentioned in the last post I did of this (half a year ago or so), forgive me if something I say sounds very similar.

So! On with the list. I plan to mention almost every mutual I have down here, if I left you out I apologize. I go by the ‘followers’ list of tumblr, so it could be that it isn’t showing me everything right now or I simply missed one while going through the list. I still value you though! Oh, or, if I can see the dates of posts, and you haven’t posted anything within say the last two months or so, I’ll not mention you either. (I’ll also leave out ones like, that are posting news of something and likely only followed me back to... I don’t know, to be polite or something?)

Before I start: Thank you for allowing me to have reached 400 followers!

EDIT: If you got a notification but can’t find yourselves on the list, I am so very sorry! I had more people on the list at first, but then removed a few as I was working on it for various reasons (my shyness the most prominent one, inactivity being another and/or also if I just didn’t really know what to write), and tumblr seems to have sent out notifications nonetheless! I am very very truly sorry, I still value you very much!

@frozenloyalty: I think you’ve been following me for a very long time already, and I don’t understand why but I think tumblr has already made me unfollow you a few times, so first off, my apologies if you have recieved follow-notices more than once from me over the time. I’m not that indecisive about who I follow, and I really hate it when I after some time find out that I’m not following someone anymore. I actually don’t know anything about Xiaolin, but nonetheless I really like your character and I really enjoy the things you write! Not to mention you also have an Aqualad, and I think you’re doing him greatly and I always like to read the things you put on my dash!

@the-boy-wcnder: I think I mentioned in my last of these kind of posts already how much I enjoy to talk to you OOC? I don’t have many that I actually talk to about things sometimes, and you’re definitely one of those few! That means a lot for me, and while I’m not using Skype anymore which leaves basically only IMs on here (and tags on posts), I still appreciate it highly everytime we talk! Then there’s of course also the thing about the thread with the tamaranean staff; I’m so glad that you actually liked that idea/concept of mine! I very much enjoyed the interactions we had so far, and - this isn’t to force you to be active again or anything for I know that your last post has been a while but it’s still withing the 2 months I’ve set as ‘limit’ to when someone has to have been active to be included in here - I’m sure there’ll be many more great ones to come!

@shiningdream: I don’t know a thing about Pretty Cure in general, maybe aside from the fact that it is about magical girls. But from what I’ve seen, I really like Nozomi! And since I have never seen anything from it, that must be thanks to your writing! She seems like a wonderful character, I’m happy to be able to follow the things you write and learn more about her in that way, and even more happy that you are actually following me back!

@sorcxrxss: I don’t remember the name of the blog anymore (you had a different back then I know that), but I remember that we ‘met’ very early in my starting on here. I won’t forget that, and it always makes me happy when I notice that we’re still mutuals!

@riverborne: What a wonderful character Mnemosyne seems to be! I think I have told you that somewhere before (in my last ‘thank you’-thing? or maybe IM? I can’t say anymore), but you definitely made me enjoy her and that even though I never watched Sailor Moon far enough to actually know the character! Thanks for still following me, it means a lot!

@hisluckycharm: We had a very short-lived thing going once, didn’t we? Anyway! I love Ladybug and you do her so nicely, I very much enjoy to read your things when they appear on my dash!

@steelbonesandbighearts: Again, I don’t know anything about the fandom. The concept (of Hetalia as a whole I assume) is very fascinating though and I thank you for being interested in interacting with me! I enjoyed what we had so far; which reminds me; what happened to our thread? I’ll have to look up if it’s one of the things I (sadly) miss from time to time, because I definitely would like to continue interacting with you!

@graceful-cure-swan: I’m so thankful to have a chance to interact with you! Tsubasa is a really great character (and I assumed she would be a canon character at first since I have no idea about the fandom), and I so much appreciate that you were the one to make the first step for us to interact! I’m still not quite over my problems about sending things to people, but I always make myself try a little harder because I know there are wonderful people like you that do it and I wish to be able to give back a little of the love it shares, too!

@gottakeepemall: I think we talked somewhere once? Anyway! I haven’t watched Pokemon far enough to actually know about Bonnie, but from what I’ve seen thanks to you I absolutely adore her! I really like seeing you on my dash, and it makes me happy to know that you are still following me, too!

@apocalypsxmaidxn: I know I suck at communicating, and I feel like I’m way too often not responding anymore when we start talking through IM, and for that I’m very very sorry! I feel like we’d have interacted a lot already, but I think there wasn’t actually that much we did (yet)? We certainly should do more things together!

@cruelcrusader: I think you might be the only Batman that follows me, and that means a lot! I very much enjoy to see your things on my dash, and I’m happy that you are following me as well!

@adamxntium: I’m so glad about our interaction! Even if it takes some time every now and then to be continued, it’s a wonderful thread and I’m sure there is much more awaiting the two of them!

@justathief: Oh, Star and me both definitely enjoyed the interaction we had so much! I’ve actually recently put ‘fly me to the moon’ into my playlist on my computer again, and everytime it starts playing I’m reminded of the thread! You’re a great Red X and I always enjoy to read what appears on my dash from you!

@vertounda: We haven’t had any big interactions (yet), but let me just still say that I very much enjoy knowing that we’re mutuals! I appreciate it whenever you send me something (and I really should get better at sending things to return that gesture sometimes too), and it’s always great to see the things you do!

@aerokinesiiss: I love the fact that we’re Star-Sisters (for both going by Star on here)! Back when I read W.i.t.c.h., I always liked Hay Lin very much. Not only did interacting with you renew that liking, it also made it even bigger! I read almost everything that I see posted by you, and I’m always so excited when our threads are continued! (This isn’t the blog where I should mention this, but - I’m not sure if I’ll get enough followers on him any time soon to do a post like this there and also - I’ll never get over how thankful/delighted/happy I am for you being the first to interact with my Wildfire! And then it became such a wonderful relationship between them, I just love them so much together and often think about them!)

@destruction-robot: Again a fandom I know nothing about; but still I definitely like to see you on my dash! You’ve been following on my sideblogs too, and even already interacting, which I appreciate very much. That brings me to the thought... don’t you have sideblogs too? I think I’ve read something about them once while I was on mobile and intended to take a look once I’m back on my computer, but then forgot about it! I’ll have to check for those after being done with this post, I’ll certainly not want to miss out on more writing from you! (Also, by the way, what happened to our threads, on any of my three blogs? I’ll have to try and search for them, too, that is if you still want to continue those since I think it’s been a while already)

@aureajuniper: I have watched your dash and what happened on your blog for a while already. I enjoy your writing very much, and I learned so much about your characters only thanks to following you, I honestly can’t understand why you seem to have so many bad things happening every now and then. I��m very sorry that those things happen to you, you’re a wonderful person that not only does a great job at RPing but also does icons for others, and you don’t deserve any bad things happening to you!

@billyandhismultiples: A Billy! Oh, I was really happy when I saw you! He’s such a enjoyable character, and then you do him so well! We haven’t had any long-ish interactions yet or anything (we had one, I just don’t think it really counts as long), and Star hasn’t given Billy a chance on becoming friends yet, but I’m sure however they will turn out any interactions that are to come will be wonderful! And even if there are none to come, I still enjoy seeing such a wonderful Billy on my dash, and then even knowing he’s (well, or, technically, his mun) is following me back!

@sclsticed: I didn’t even know about Kiran before I found you (I guess you followed me first? I don’t actually remember anymore). She’s such a wonderful character though and I’m so very thankful to have learned about her thanks to you! I also really enjoy our interaction with my Blackfire, and I’m really happy whenever I see you on my dash!

@lucklessprincess: Such a great Jinx! I love your Jinx so much, and all those many headcanons you have, it’s amazing! Not to mention you also do such wonderful art, and have fascinating OCs, too! We haven’t really done any long-going interactions or anything (yet), but I don’t mind because I still really like to see whatever you put on my dash! You’re wonderful and one of the persons I definitely look up to!

@feistyfreckleface: I really like Anna! I liked her in the movie, and I like her even more through you! I’m not quite sure what happened to our thread, but it was no doubt a great one and Starfire was definitely happy to make such a wonderful new friend!

@firefavoring: I really like W.i.t.c.h. in general, and to have such a wonderful Taranee willing to follow me and interact with me makes me so happy! It’s always great to see you on my dash, and I very much enjoy to know that we’re mutuals!

@omamcri: I’m always keeping up with the Detective Conan manga (or Case Closed if that’s how it’s called where you are), whenever it comes out here I’m reading it as soon as possible! I haven’t watched the anime in a while, but nonetheless, I really like it and I very much enjoy the fact that a great Heiji follows me! I have no idea how a meeting would actually work if we ever were to interact, but I’m definitely not against it happening someday!

@grimmtime: Having a Grimm as an actual... uh, how do I say it, as an actual thinking being is such a interesting idea! While Starfire and Grimm maybe didn’t have the best start at their meeting, it was a very interesting and most enjoyable one!

@rosesofflame: A very interesting OC! I really like to watch you on my dash, and it’s making me feel even better to know we’re mutuals! I’m having much too big problems to actually approach people, otherwise I think I woud’ve had tried to start something with you a while ago already!

@littlestarmaiden: Another wonderful OC! I really like the concept, and from what I’ve seen on my dash of you I like your character as well!

@problem-free: Lion King! I can’t say I’d have watched it multiple times or can remember every detail of scenes of it or anything, but what I do know is that I enjoyed it very much and one of the things I remembered the most was Timon and Pumbaa! I’ve been quietly watching your blog for a while now already (I think it’s at least a few months that we’re mutuals already? Or if not then it at least feels like it), and in my opinion you’re doing a really amazing Timon!

@valieente: Meeting a talking cat has made Starfire extremely happy! Aside from that, I always liked Puss, and to then find one on here that’s doing such a good job RPing as him was wonderful! I’m really glad we met and I’m so happy to be able to interact with you! (I know you’re not really there at the moment but you made that post about planning to come back so I thought it’s alright to include you here too)

@archeroftheeast: Another one of the people I definitely look up to! I read almost everything I see on my dash that comes from you (this includes your other blogs I follow), and I always enjoy it! You’re such a great RPer and so much more, I’m very delighted to be good enough to be mutuals with you!

@finderofdeath: Such wonderful OCs! I really like the interaction that Star and Eath have, and your OCs are really great and interesting and I’m happy that we interact and are mutuals!

@tradicans: I hope you’ll feel better about things soon, and/or find more time for the things you want to do! I’m having somewhat the same problem and try to get to solving it so I very much understand why you’re not very active at the moment. That’s alright though, for I love our interactions and I definitely won’t mind waiting!

@avalanchiing: I don’t know anything about Lance, but from what I’ve seen on your blog I find him interesting!

@untouchable-lightning: I really enjoy our interactions! Star often tends to try and befriend villains, but it’s a bit different with those two I think because she doesn’t quite see Ariel as a villain. I like their relationship and the threads we have, so thanks for being mutuals with me!

@judasborn: I still can’t quite believe you’re following me, and even on Wildfire too! I really admire your blog, you’re such a wonderful Jericho and it always makes me happy to see you on my dash! I’ve also already learned a lot more about him than I knew before we became mutuals, all thanks to reading what you post! Also, I am aware you reblog memes from me sometimes, and I wanna say that it always makes me try to fight my shyness more to actually approach you! I haven’t been successful yet, but hopefully it’ll come someday.

@puffywarrior: Kirby is such a cute little thing, and you do him so well! I’m very happy to be mutuals with you, and if you want to, we should totally interact some time!

@xitch-bxy: I knew nothing about Klarion before finding your blog. I have never watched Young Justice, and I don’t know about the comics; so I can’t really compare to how he is anywhere else, but I really like your Klarion! And our (bit of) interaction was wonderful too, I’m happy to be mutuals with you!

@bxrdmom: What a wonderful character Arella is! I don’t know anything aside from her short appearance in the cartoon, but I always was interested in her nonetheless! You’re a great writer and it’s always nice when people take upon giving a smaller character more love, and from what I’ve seen you do so very well!

@microscopiic-abomination: Oh, how much Spongebob did I watch in earlier years? Quite a lot, actually, and your Plankton is so great! I enjoy seeing you on my dash and I’m thankful that we’re mutuals!

@mxnofmyxtery: I love our interactions! Every single one of them, they’re so great and offer such interesting adventures! Rex is a wonderful and fascinating character, and I so much like to see you appear on my dash!

@telekinctics: Again, I can’t really say I know much about your character. What I’ve seen so far, however, you’re a great writer and I like your character thanks to that; and you’re definitely a wonderful person as well, I really love seeing you on my dash!

@frostbitfun: I really liked Jack in the movie, and from what I’ve seen you do him so nicely! I like your blog very much, and I hope that I’m someday strong enough to push my shyness away and approach you for some kind of interaction!

@xenothiums: I really like your Red X! We haven’t interacted yet, but even without doing so I appreciate seeing your things on my dash! I like to read what you post, you do Red X nicely, and I’m glad that we’re mutuals!

@sewn-cutie: Oh, I love Clementine! And our interactions are so wonderful, not to mention that I absolutely adore your art and that you even make pictures for many of the people your little doll interacts with! You’re so wonderful, I can’t even properly word it! Thanks so much for being mutuals and interacting with me!

@nvertoolate: I don’t think I can really explain how thankful I am to have you as mutual. Our interactions are always so wonderful, and I like your Terra and the things you write so much, it’s just amazing! I don’t know what else to say here, I just hope that we will be able to keep interacting for a long time to come!

@blackfiire: Your Blackfire is amazing! I always enjoy to read the things you write, and I’m aware that we talked a bit once; I’m hopeful that someday I really will be able to send you something or use some other way to interact with you!

@peaceloveandmustard: One thing I’ll most likely not forget so soon will be the term Star-Sisters I’ve learned from you! I love the idea of using that to refer to all the Starfire RPers, and while I also have another Star-Sister which is simply because we both go by Star on here (see somewhere above if you wanna know who I mean), I really enjoy the idea and I’ll certainly remember this term! Aside from that, your Starfire is really great to see on the dash and I’m very thankful to be mutuals!

@mayhemforhire: I think more or longer interactions between us took place with your Ben, but I’m tagging this blog of yours because I’m seeing this one more often on my dash at the moment! I really enjoy our interactions, they’re always very entertaining and I’m glad that we happened to meet on here!

@autemiiisms: I’ve already mentioned twice that I liked W.i.t.c.h. very much when I was younger, and it’s just so wonderful to be able to relive this nostalgia by meeting ones that are willing to interact with me! You’re a great Will and I’m glad we interact!

@emoticlysm: You’re definitely one of those I admire! I know sometimes people don’t wanna hear that because they don’t feel they deserve it, but I just can’t not say it! You’re such a great Raven and I really enjoy seeing you on my dash; and everytime I’m once again aware of the fact that we’re mutuals I can’t quite believe it!

@ravagedglass: So, since I know next to nothing about the comics, I didn’t exactly know much about Rose either. I feel like I learned a lot already, thanks to you, and I really like your writing! I can’t really compare your way of writing her to any canon things, but I think you’re really wonderful at doing her!

@atrox-voluntas: I really liked our interaction, and am looking forward to more! From what I’ve seen, you’re a nice person and a good roleplayer and I’m very happy we’re mutuals and interacting!

@hopeherself: Madoka is such a wonderful character, and you do her very well! I enjoy seeing you on my dash, and the (bit of) interaction we had was great too!

@rain-wander: Technically we’re not mutuals but I still count it as such since I’m following your Raven and you follow back from the main blog. Our interactions are great, and I hope we’ll keep interacting for a while to come! You’re a good Raven and I’m happy to be able to RP with you!

@siilentiisms: Jericho is such a great character, I’m so happy to have him on my dash! (Technically even twice since I follow one other Jericho too, but that’s not the point right now) You’re really great and I enjoy to have you on my dash, I definitely like to read the things whenever you post something!

@xmemoriia: I think I have played MapleStory ages ago for a bit? Never really much though, and even for the bit that I played I can’t actually remember anything. So, I can’t say I know about Shade in any way aside from your blog, but from what I’ve read so far he’s a great character and I’m very interested in him! Also, can I mention just how impressed I’m always by people that do their own art for icons? You seem like a wonderful person and I’m delighted that we’re mutuals!

@tinkiisms: Such a wonderful Tinkerbell! I love all the nostalgia feels I get from having you on my dash, and I think you’re doing her very nicely! I love reading or looking at what you post, I’m very happy to actually be mutuals with you and even though I’m normally too shy to say it I hope there’ll be a way we will interact some time!

@thewitchofice: I’m currently trying to slowly catch up with my ‘Winx-knowledge’ by watching the episodes from where I stopped watching one per (almost every) day. But even without having seen every single episode there is, I’m certain you’re a great Icy! I’m glad we’re interacting, and while Starfire might not be very happy if she ever finds out that Icy doesn’t exactly have the best intentions, I’ll always be happy to be mutuals with you!

@otherworldlylightningbolt: I have learned so much about Kilowatt only by reading through your blog and the things you post! I really like him, and I enjoyed the interactions we had so far! Thank you!

@dutypatrols: I’ve always liked Robin in the cartoon, and you do him very well! We have only interacted (a bit) OOC as of yet, but I’m sure someday there’ll come more and I’m just very happy to know that the interest is mutual!

@rockcrushed: You are a very good Terra! I like to read your things, and I enjoy the fact that we’re mutuals! I hope we’ll be interacting someday, and until we are (or even if we won’t) I’ll happily look at your posts anyway!

@moonrisiing: Oh, oh, oh! I’m not even sure how to start. We had short interactions on a few of your blogs, and I loved every single one of them! Not to mention it’s so wonderful to talk to you OOC! I’m so happy to have met you on here and I’m very thankful for it!

@acrobaticism: From what I’ve seen, you’re a wonderful Robin, and I’m excited to know we’re mutuals! Someday I’ll be brave enough to actually approach you in some way to get an interaction going!

@spxder-head: I didn’t expect to ever be interacting with a Fang, but I really like it! You’re making him very interesting and I’m excited to see how our interactions will continue, both on here and with Blackfire!

@tyrantsiblings: Our interactions are so much fun! Star always loves to take care of animals, and if they’re rare (or should be extinct) that only makes it even more interesting! Your two rexes are so cute and fascinating and I love our things!

@scarabfused: I can’t say I know very much about Jaime/Blue Beetle, aside from that I have watched the recent TT movies. I really like what I know of his character so far, and seeing your things makes it even more so! Quite often when I see you post something I start to think about how they would meet in the verse of the cartoon (since I don’t do the movie as verse or anything), and I hope we’ll someday find out!

@nebulabeings: I have a big respect for people that are brave enough to actually put their OCs ‘out there’, open to see for everyone. Your OCs seem very interesting, andI’m pretty sure you’re a nice person too, so I appreciate to have you as my mutual!

@shogun--of--sorrow: We only recently became mutuals so I don’t think I can really say much yet. I don’t know about Samurai Jack, so I can’t really say anything about the fandom or my thoughts on your character. I’m certainly interested though!

@poutybatmavy: I really enjoyed the movies, and I’m very glad to be able to interact with a Mavis now! It’s been a joy so far, and I’m rather sure it’ll continue to be very entertaining, thank you for being mutual with me!

@fuckedluck: I can’t really say anything about your RPing for I don’t think I have seen any of it on my dash yet, but I always appreciate more Jinx’s (or more TT characters in general) to interact with and I hope we will someday!

@teentiitan: And another Robin! I feel like I’m following too many Robins xD Anyway! I’m excited to be mutuals with you and I hope we’ll interact some time!

If you aren’t on this list, I very much apologize. I didn’t manage to fend off my shyness entirely, so I left out a very few that I just couldn’t make myself actually tag. Then there are also quite a few I didn’t mention because I think/know they are the same person like one that I have tagged; and there’s of course the ones that tumblr simply made me miss! If you’re a mutual and not mentioned here, please forgive me for it! I value and appreciate you nonetheless!

#✫ Out of Clurblopf ✫ | OOC #so in the end I couldn't make myself actually approach every single mutual I have in here #but I think I still managed to mention quite a few I'd normally shy away from #so that's something; and now I have to make myself actually post it #(which already has happened when you can read those tags #but I still need to write them to get them out of my head)#I know I've not been as active during the last few days #and I'm sorry for that; but that makes me appreciate those #that stick with me nonetheless even more #so a big huge giant THANK YOU to all of my followers #be it mutuals or non-mutuals or ones that only stalk without actually following!#(if there even exist the latter kind of people)

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jikookiekosmos · 3 years ago

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Classified & Confidential || kth (Part 1)

➥Pairing: detective!taehyung/reader

➥Summary: It’s been years since your close friend passed away, case going cold due to lack of evidence. You never once believed the story the police gave you, since they classified it under an ‘unfortunate accident.’ Now that there are telltale signs of something similar at play regarding someone else you hold dear, you decide to take things into your own hands. You hire world renowned private detective, Kim Taehyung. And he goes above and beyond everything you expected.

➥Genre: strangers to lovers (kinda slow burn), detective au, mystery, angst, eventual smut, fluff

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: ~7.1k

➥Content Warnings: detective/mystery au, (tw: mentions of death, brief mention of suicide in relation to a criminal case, implied foul play, stalking behavior, non-graphic detailing of a crime scene), slight forensic talk, mentions of nervousness and anxiety, some cursing, mentions of cops/police, unhelpful law enforcement (like they’re kinda terrible with the whole solving this case thing), feelings of unease and tension, we get bestie hoseok, tae is kinda extra but for good reason, no suggestiveness/smut in this chapter but it’s still 18+ due to it involving some of the aforementioned warnings

A/N: This will be a multi-part series that explores some darker themes, and each part will have appropriate content warnings listed; please read at your own risk. This part touches on backstory and introduces the characters, things will start getting a little more intense in the following chapters. I don’t have any kind of specific update schedule but ideally I’d like to get updates out every few weeks at the latest! I hope you look forward to this, and if you wanna be added to a taglist, please let me know~

Thank you @dntaewithluv for your constant motivation and support (and for always beta-reading for me, even when we scream at each other about our ideas); hopefully I do Tae justice for you! I love you lots ❤️

taglist: @inlovewiththemoonn @mwitsmejk @bangtanhome

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5 Years Ago

The night sky was dark, blanketed by stars as it emitted a peaceful aura. There was no way to bask in the calmness of the night, however, with all the hustle and bustle that surrounded you outside of the apartment complex.

Crime scene tape marked off the area, and many onlookers had gathered to try and get a glimpse of what happened. You were one yourself, but you weren’t there out of sheer curiosity.

Your breathing was ragged, staggered, as you tried to hold yourself together and observed the scene in front of you unfold.

Police wouldn’t let you beyond the tape, despite knowing the person currently covered by the white tarp.

Minutes prior, one of the cops had been politely trying to hold you back as you thrashed around, mind muddled by the vision of your best friend’s face before the tarp concealed it.

“I’m sorry, we can’t let anyone unauthorized come past this tape, please stay where you are.”

“You don’t understand, that’s my best friend, please let me through, please-”

You couldn’t control the volume of your screams, prompting a few of the other bystanders to try and calm you down seeing as you were very clearly distraught.

An unknown amount of time passed before the thickest part of the crowd decided they’d had enough excitement for one night, retiring to their own homes. You stayed planted in your spot, prepared to not move until you got more of an explanation for what was going on.

You’d resigned yourself to the fact that if someone wanted you to leave, they’d have to do it by force, but you eventually complied after two cops convinced you to come down to the station and issue a statement, given your relation to the victim.

They didn’t grill you hard, which was something you appreciated at the time, since you were really in no state to handle a grueling interrogation. You knew you could be marked down as a potential suspect, but everything from their investigation pointed to them believing it had either been an accident or a possible suicide attempt, the latter of which would almost entirely exclude your involvement.

Over the next few weeks, you cooperated with the investigation and helped them with whatever leads you could provide; you were determined that foul play was involved, because you knew your best friend better than anyone, and the story the cops were feeding you wasn’t adding up.

The theory as you knew it was this: she jumped from her apartment window, which was up a significant amount of stories, more than enough to kill a person. A potential suicide note was found at the scene on the nightstand by her bed, typed on a sheet of paper, so handwriting analysis wasn’t an option. The apartment was undisturbed aside from the window having been open.

It almost seemed like a cut-and-dried case, aside from one other small factor: unknown DNA from a hair follicle was found in the apartment alongside the victim’s own.

This didn’t surprise you…at first. You knew Ky had been perusing multiple dating apps and would often invite people over to her place after successful dates. But as far as you also knew, Ky hadn’t recently been on any dates, so there wasn’t a clear reason for that DNA to show up.

Ky had told you in the weeks leading up to her death that she was afraid someone had been following her around, and it unsettled her so much so that she deleted all the dating apps on her phone until she felt safe again.

Sadly, that day never came, and this fact alone caused the nagging suspicion of foul play to burrow itself even deeper into your subconscious.

Since the DNA was unknown, tracing it would be no easy task, but that didn’t stop you. Anything you could do to shed light on what had actually occurred, you were going to do it, plain and simple.

Which is why when the police decided to close the file on the case and label it as an ‘unfortunate accident,’ you were floored.

You begged them to keep focusing on leads when there really weren’t any, offering to aid in any way you could because there was no way that there wasn’t something missing.

Their response?

“Go home, Y/N, there’s nothing else you can do.”

You left the station that day only after you had caused somewhat of a scene, arguing back and forth with one of the lead detectives until you were ‘carefully escorted’ outside. Enraged, you banged your hand against the glass of the door before you slid down the wall beside it, hugging your knees as you tried to compose yourself.

You weren’t sitting that way for long before you felt a gentle tug on your sleeve. You looked up reluctantly and were met with one of the softest pairs of eyes you’d ever seen.

The stranger offered you a kind smile, one that made your heart ache in the aftermath of everything you’d endured the last several weeks. You’d been tackling this situation all on your own, with barely any help from mutual friends or Ky’s family since she’d been estranged from them.

But now, this man stooped down in front of you and smiling at you like everything would be alright…

It almost made you want to believe it.

“Hi, I uh, couldn’t help but overhear about your situation,” he finally spoke up, sounding somewhat bashful. He had bright red hair that peeked out under a cap he wore, and he was sporting a rainbow colored sweater.

A tinge of embarrassment fluttered through you. “Oh. Sorry you had to witness that.”

So this random stranger heard you telling off the police by yelling at them in broad daylight. Way to make a first impression.

To your surprise, he simply shook his head, smile widening. “No, don’t be sorry! I was, uh – happy to be able to listen.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Ok…may I ask why?”

“Well,” there was that bashful tone again, hand flying to the back of his neck as he looked to the side, “I’d been coming up here for a while, hoping to hear something regarding this case specifically. Usually when I stop by, there isn’t much going on and it’s not like I can just walk in and ask for classified information-”

He stopped speaking immediately once you held up your hand. You didn’t want to be rude, but you were thoroughly confused.

“Is there a reason why you’re eavesdropping for information about this case?”

He nodded eagerly. “Sure is! See, I’m working as a crime reporter, and-”

You scoffed as you pushed yourself to a standing position. “Unbelievable.”

Without sparing another glance to the gentleman, you shouldered past him, earlier hopeful mood soured by the fact that he was just another person looking for a scoop about Ky’s demise.

He was quick to follow, almost jumping down the steps to catch up to you.

“Hey, wait! Please.”

The way he begged pulled at your heartstrings because of how genuine he sounded, and for reasons beyond you, you turned around to face him and decided to hear him out.

You crossed your arms as he sighed with relief.

“Thank you. Ok, to start with, I’m a crime reporter, but I’m not trying to report on this case as everyone knows it.”

Another eyebrow raise from you. “What do you mean?”

The man smiled shyly, brushing away the red hair in his eyes. “I want to bring the injustice of the system to the public’s attention.”

That got your attention. “You do?”

“Yes. And I think your story could help with that.”

“My story?”

He nodded again, this time more eager than the last. “You’re pretty adamant that what happened to your friend was no accident, am I correct?”

Any mention of Ky caused the dull pain in your chest to come back, but at least this time, she wasn’t being mentioned in a gruesome or negative light.

“Yeah, I really don’t think it was an accident. But no one believes me.” You looked down at your shoes, scuffling one against the pavement.

You only looked up again when you felt the stranger’s hand on your shoulder.

“I believe you.”

All of the breath was knocked out of you.

“You…you believe me?”

The smile he gave you this time was bright and sincere as he dropped his hand by his side. “I do. I’ve been following everything posted online or in the newspaper about this case, and some of it just really does not seem plausible. And then after hearing you today, it made so much sense as to why.”

It still bothered you a bit that you were loud enough in the station to be heard outside, but that worry was now being overshadowed by the possibility of having someone else who could stand by you on your conviction.

“It…really means a lot to me that you would even consider my side of things. Truthfully, I think the police only tolerated me this long due to protocol.” You wrapped your arms around yourself.

The red-haired man grimaced at your remark. “Yeah, no kidding. For as long as I’ve been in this line of work, I don’t think I’ve ever seen them take things as seriously as they should.”

“How long have you been doing this?”

“About a year. But trust me, I’ve seen a lot during that time.” His determined expression might have made you giggle under other circumstances because it clashed so much with the rest of his soft demeanor.

“I don’t doubt it.” You walked over to the nearby bench seated a few feet away and the stranger followed hesitantly, only sitting beside you when you didn’t give him any indication his presence was unwanted.

The both of you turned toward each other slightly before you spoke up again.

“So, how can I help you with what you’re wanting to do?”

He seemed pleased that you were on board, eyes shining. “For starters, do you think I could interview you? I’d have to ask some sensitive questions, but I feel like I could have a better understanding of the case that way…only if you’re comfortable, though.”

You swallowed as you thought it over. Your participation in the numerous interrogations during the investigation had now proved to lead nowhere, but maybe this time the outcome would be different.

“Sure, I don’t mind. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, to the best of my ability.”

The stranger beamed, looking happy enough to nearly jump out of the bench, despite the current subject matter. “Great!”

His cheerful nature was a little infectious, you had to admit, because you already started to feel a little lighter in his presence. A hand appeared in your line of vision.

“My name is Hoseok, by the way. We haven’t been properly introduced yet so that would be the next best step, I think.”

You did giggle this time at his action. “Nice to meet you, Hoseok. I’m Y/N.” You took his hand into your own to give it a small but firm shake.

“It’s my pleasure, Y/N. Now,” he regarded you with that same soft look he had in his eyes when you first saw him at the station, “what do you say we discuss some logistics over lunch? My treat, of course, since you’re agreeing to help me.”

For the first time in ages, the smile that graced your face was wholeheartedly genuine. “Sounds good.”

Thus, the beginning of a beautiful, long-lasting friendship bloomed that day outside of the one place you’d begun to loathe more than anything else. Over the next few years, Hoseok stood by your side in more ways than you could count, and he was now someone you considered to be one of the best friends you’d ever had.

One of the only best friends you’d ever had.

What you never expected was to be seated with Hoseok at the same diner that started your initial conversation about Ky’s case 5 years later, discussing something much too similar for your liking.

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Present Day

You sipped from your coffee mug, enjoying the warm beverage as you waited at the diner. The weather had been less than ideal, with rain pouring all day long and displaying little signs of stopping.

But Hoseok had been adamant about the two of you meeting up after your voicemail you left the previous night.

As you were thinking about your close friend, you heard the bell above the diner door ring, signaling his arrival. He spotted you across the room and quickly rushed over to your table, leaving rain droplets in his wake.

Hoseok shrugged out of his soaked jacket and tossed in into the booth seat beside him as he shook his head to – hopefully – rid himself of the water trying to slide down his face.

“Hey,” he finally breathed out once he was settled. His usual wild red hair was darker now thanks to the rain, stern expression plastered onto his face.

“Hey.” You responded meekly, attempting to give him a weak smile. Your stomach was churning with unease at the conversation you were about to have.

Hoseok took a deep breath before he folded his hands together and rested his elbows on the table. The coffee you’d ordered for him had been pushed to the side, momentarily forgotten.

He lowered his voice. “Are you sure the pattern of behavior is the same?”

You nodded slowly, going over all the details again in your mind. “I’m positive. The only difference is Yuri waited longer to tell me that she thinks she’s being followed than Ky did.”

Ky. Not a day went by where you didn’t think about her, seeing her smiling face when you would close your eyes at night and try to drift off to sleep.

Slumber came much easier these days than it did those first few months, but every now and then the same nightmare would plague you about the night you saw her on the sidewalk.

You shook your head to shrug the thoughts away. Now wasn’t the time.

“Shit,” Hoseok finally responded. “That doesn’t seem like good news for us.”

“My thoughts exactly. Who knows how long this has been going on. And she’s been receiving the same kind of ‘gifts’ Ky would get, too. Random text messages, voicemails from unknown numbers…she tries to brush it off, but I know this scares Yuri.”

“She doesn’t recognize who’s speaking in the voicemails?”

You shook your head solemnly. “No, they’re using some sort of voice modifier.”

Hoseok cursed again, this time under his breath. “Well, what do you want to do?”

You gulped. Truthfully, you didn’t know the answer yourself. On the one hand, everything currently happening to your friend mimicked what happened to Ky, almost exactly. But on the other hand, Yuri made it known time and time again that she thought you were too paranoid for your own good sometimes.

So, you were at a loss.

Yuri and you were close, in a sense. You’d been friends for the last 4 years, working at the same company after graduating from college and even getting transferred to a new one in the same division so as to not be separated. Outside of Hoseok, you considered her your dearest friend.

But at the same time, you knew that Yuri had those she held very dear in her own life that were there before you, and you’d never try to overstep.

Still…the events surrounding Yuri were too specific to be coincidental in your opinion, and if the hunch you had right now was correct, you needed to do something.

You wouldn’t – you couldn’t – let another person die. Not if there was some way for you to prevent it.

Something you didn’t do with Ky, and that would haunt you for the rest of your life-

Hoseok pulled you out of your thoughts by calling your name, frowning deeply once your gaze focused on him again.

“I…I don’t know. I feel like if I push too hard on this, I’ll also push Yuri away, and I don’t want that.” You worried at your bottom lip, your most infamous nervous habit.

“Be that as it may, this doesn’t seem like something you should ignore either. What’s worse: pushing her away but potentially saving her life, or not saying anything and she ends up in danger?”

A heavy sigh wracked through your body.

Your silence was enough for Hoseok to continue with his own line of thinking. “Well, we could consider going to the police-”

“Absolutely not,” you answered fiercely, with more emotion than you’d displayed the entire conversation, “not after how they handled everything with Ky and how they treated you.”

You and Hoseok had made a name for yourself throughout the town as ‘Public Enemies 1 and 2’ with the local police department. You, due to your persistent insistence that they were wrong in their deduction about Ky, and Hoseok because of the article he published that shamed their name.

The article was the first – and last – one that he published under the company that had hired him to be a reporter, seeing as the police department had enough sway to get him fired afterwards. He wasn’t able to find another reporting job anywhere within the town or those surrounding it.

There also weren’t any remaining records of the article anywhere online or in paper publication, but as a ‘fuck you’ to the department, Hoseok had a copy of it printed and hanging up on his wall for anyone and everyone to see. You had always admired how he handled the situation with grace even though it made your blood boil every time you thought about it.

Even so, some good had come from the whole ordeal. After failing to find another reporter job, Hoseok had made a somewhat notable career as a crime novel author, popular among locals because of how he came to be a novelist, and eventually rising to fame due to his own amazing writing skills.

He enjoyed his career and had a happy life, but that didn’t mean you had to forgive and forget the shitty events that happened to get him to that point.

Hoseok nodded in understanding. “Ok, so no police. Does that mean we try to tackle this whole thing by ourselves?”

“Neither of us have any legit experience with this kind of stuff, so that’s out of the question, too.”

Hoseok tapped his chin as he pondered another idea. The way his eyes lit up as it came to him made your lips curve upward.

“What if we go to someone who isn’t involved with the police but does have experience with that?”

“…not sure I’m following you.”

Hoseok huffed in an endearing way. “Have you ever heard of a private detective?”

The word ‘detective’ made you wince, considering your last encounter with one evolved into a screaming match…but it was also how you met Hoseok, so there’s a silver lining for everything.

“I’m not familiar with a private detective, but I’m open to listening to your idea.”

He grinned. “Perfect. Ok, so in my research for my latest novel, I actually ended up looking into some real-life private detectives.”

“And what did you find?” Your own curiosity was definitely piqued now, as it always was when Hoseok would talk about something so passionately.

“There’s one who’s basically world renowned, like he’s really fucking good. And his office isn’t too far from here, it’s basically in the next town over.”

You took another sip from your coffee, swirling the now lukewarm liquid around in your mouth as you contemplated.

“What else do you know about him?”

Hoseok’s shoulders slumped slightly at that. “Not much. The only information I have on him is his name and how you can contact him. From what I’ve read, he seems to be pretty selective with clients.”

“No idea what he looks like?”

Hoseok shook his head. “None. There weren’t pictures or anything like that, I’m not even sure how old he is.”

You hummed as you pictured this mystery man in your head, automatically defaulting to envisioning an older man, maybe in his 50s with already graying hair. A wise old soul who had seen so much in his long years of investigation work.

“Not like all that really matters, I guess. Do you think I should reach out to him?”

Hoseok nodded around his coffee cup before he tilted his head back to take a large sip. “That’s our best shot right now. And if it doesn’t work out, at least you tried.”

Such a simple statement but it made your stomach twist at the memory of Ky and how you weren’t able to save her because you didn’t know how. “Right.”

Hoseok pulled his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through what looked like Google search results. When he found what he was looking for, he texted you the information.

“Kim Taehyung?” You said the name aloud, making sure you got the correct info.

“Yup, that’s him. If you do decide to contact him, let me know how it goes, ok? I’m already worried as is about you delving into something like this again.”

You patted his hand. “I know, Hobi. Don’t worry. I’ll be careful, and I’ll keep you updated as much as possible.”

He smiled brighter than the sunshine. “That’s all I can ask for, bub.”

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You paced around your apartment, staring at the text that Hoseok had sent you earlier. The rest of your time with him at the diner had been calm and helped to quell your nerves, but now that you were alone again, you were riddled with anxiety.

You had typed in this Kim Taehyung’s number into your phone, ready to call him and just get it over with. The worst he could do is decline your ask for help, but you wouldn’t know unless you tried.

After a few more minutes of useless pacing, you finally hit ‘send’ and raised the receiver to your ear.

You were met with an answering machine almost immediately, wondering if maybe you typed it in wrong until you heard ‘you have reached the number for Kim Taehyung.’ The name had been uttered by a human voice, one that was deep and took you off guard.

You had barely enough time to ponder over the voice before you heard the tell-tale ‘beep’ signaling for you to start your message.

“Oh! Um, hello, Mr. Kim. This is Y/N- well my name is Y/N. I was referred to you by a friend of mine who said you may can help me with a situation I’m having. There’s…some suspicious behavior involving someone dear to me and I’m afraid they could be in danger, but I’m not sure who to turn to. I-If you’d like to give me a call back, you can reach me at this number…”

You finished your voicemail with your contact information before thanking him and wishing him a goodnight. Once you pulled away your phone, you checked the time.

10:36 PM. No wonder you got his answering machine.

The anxiety that had settled down while you were leaving your message started to come back, so to combat that you made the decision to go ahead and get ready for bed. There wasn’t anything else you could do right now, anyway.

You texted Yuri just to wish her a goodnight, and when you received a response almost immediately, you breathed out a sigh of relief. At least she was alright and that was one less thing to worry about for now.

You didn’t dream that night – which was a blessing in its own right – as you thought about the deep timbre of the voice from the answering machine. You’d only heard it briefly, but it left enough of an impact, that was for sure.

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You awoke around 8 AM, your typical time no matter what day it was. It was the weekend, so you could get more sleep if you wanted, but a quick check of your phone had you sitting upright at a record speed.

[Unknown] 6:28 AM: I got your voicemail. If you want to discuss your case, meet me at this address.

Your heart thumped faster as you re-read the words over again. The following message had an address attached, and when you opened it, you noticed how it was for the neighboring town.

With all of the context clues, and taking into account everything Hoseok told you yesterday, you figured that it was Mr. Kim who had texted you. Obviously it would be from an unknown number, and he wouldn’t give out any explicit personal details to lead back to him; that’s just how he did things, as Hobi had mentioned.

And if he contacted you back, that meant he was interested in helping you!

Well…he was interested in hearing you out, at least. Still, you wouldn’t pass up on this opportunity. You quickly crafted a response before you started to make yourself presentable.

[y/n] 8:03 AM: Thank you! When should I meet you?

You had just finished brushing your teeth when you heard your phone chime again.

[Unknown] 8:06 AM: Whenever is best for you. I’ll be here all day and don’t have any other clients lined up.

You clutched your phone to your chest. This was really happening.

Once you were done getting ready to head out, it was just past 9 AM. You called Hobi to let him know what you were doing, and his excitement was tangible even through the phone. He urged you to keep him posted about all the details, which you assured him that of course you would.

The drive to the address you’d been given didn’t take too long, maybe around 20 minutes or so. What surprised you when you arrived, though, was the outward appearance of the building.

It looked abandoned, for lack of a better term, and you checked the text message 3 more times to make sure this is where you were supposed to be.

[y/n] 9:28 AM: I’m here…but I’m not sure if this is the correct place?

There was an eerie feeling settling in your stomach as you waited for a response. Maybe this had been some sort of trick? Had someone set you up?

The sound of a deadbolt clicking grabbed your attention, and the door a few feet in front of you opened up to display an older woman. At first, she seemed a bit disgruntled at having an unexpected guest, but before you could apologize for intruding, her gruff expression was replaced with a warm smile.

“I take it you’re Y/N?”

You gulped and nodded, placing your phone back into your jacket pocket.

“Follow me.”

She turned on her heel to walk back into the building, not bothering to wait and see if you would obey. You quickly scurried after her, only stopping once you were a foot or so behind.

You walked through about 3 or 4 different hallways, trying to remember the directions you’d taken but failing miserably. There wasn’t much to this building…you saw what appeared to be a few offices here and there but otherwise, not much else.

“Here we are,” the woman croaked, gesturing with her arm to a much nicer looking door that had gold lettering on the window.

The etchings were bold, and it was very evident where you were as you read the words:

KIM TAEHYUNG

Private Detective

The older woman rapped on the door 3 times with her knuckles before she walked off. You were standing there, dumbfounded, until you heard a voice softly telling you to come inside.

The doorknob clicked easily under your hand, and as you entered the room, you were in awe of how different everything looked.

The office was tidy and, dare you say, extravagant compared to what surrounded it outside of this room. There were two brown leather couches that had a decent sized coffee table seated in between them; further into the office, you saw the same type of leather chairs, one in front of and one behind a large wooden desk. You also spotted a few plants that looked to be well taken care of, one sitting in a windowsill and the other on a small table next to some black filing cabinets.

Whoever had designed this room clearly had a knack for matching furniture together, because it all meshed well and you appreciated the sleek look to everything.

Your eyes ended their scan as you looked over to the far wall, almost letting out a gasp when you noticed the figure across the room whose back was turned to you.

When you softly shut the door, the other person in the room turned around. It took you a second to start thinking properly again, because he was not at all how you pictured he would be.

For starters, he looked much younger than you thought originally, closer to your own age, which you thought was admirable considering his high status as a detective. He had brown hair parted down the middle that was slightly wavy, with bangs covering his forehead. He had very handsome facial features as well, some of the most handsome you’d ever seen, if you were being honest with yourself.

He was wearing dark jeans and a shirt with black and white print that was hidden underneath a black leather jacket. Everything about this man seemed to scream fashionable and it was throwing you for a loop. You weren’t trying to stereotype him based on your own experience with detectives in the past, but he was just…so not what you expected him to be.

You were wondering again if this might be a prank, until he finally spoke up and acknowledged your presence.

“Y/N, is it?”

You nodded dumbly, scrambling to walk across the office as he motioned to the chair in front of his desk. He sat down in his own once you were close enough, and you shrugged out of your jacket before following suit.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, you felt small under his scrutinizing gaze. He was leaning on one elbow, chin resting in his palm as he stared at you with intensity.

He spoke suddenly, almost making you flinch with surprise.

“So, you mentioned a friend of yours might be in danger?”

You nodded, not sure what to say or if you should say anything.

“Does this friend know you’ve come to a private detective about their situation?”

You opened your mouth, closed it, and opened it again. “Well…no.”

The man nodded, more to himself than you, it looked like. “Alright. That’s not an issue, just have to cover all the basics first.”

“What do the basics entail?”

He seemed amused by your interest as you took the initiative to ask questions now.

His fingertips drummed along the desk, a rhythmic sound that you found to be oddly soothing.

“It entails me finding out as much about your case as I’m willing to before I decide whether or not it’s something I can assist you with.”

He started twirling a pen with his unoccupied fingers, clearly waiting for you to speak first again before he continued.

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything you feel is pertinent to tell me.”

You sighed. “Well, to start with, I think my friend is being followed by someone-”

“Proof?”

You frowned. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Do you have proof? Does this friend have pictures or a video of them being followed, or is it just a feeling?”

“To my knowledge…no. It’s more that they sense it than have actually seen it.”

“And you want me to find out if this is happening or not?”

“Um…yes?”

It was his turn to sigh this time. “You don’t sound very confident in your answer, Y/N.”

His tone rubbed you the wrong way. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What it means,” he broke off to look away from the pen to your face again, “is that I need to know what it is you want from me before I can agree to help you.”

You were catching onto his game now. He wanted you to very specifically lay it all out for him, instead of leaving him to figure it out by grasping at straws.

“Well, Mr. Kim-”

“Taehyung.”

“Sorry?”

“Taehyung. You can call me that, if you want. I’m not super big on formalities for myself.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek. Why was his presence so overwhelming?

“With all due respect, Mr. Kim, I’ve never done this before. All I know is something isn’t right, and I don’t trust the police to offer assistance in the way I need.”

You swore you saw something flash in his eyes.

“Why don’t you trust the police?”

You crossed your arms and leaned more into the chair. “The last time I worked with them, it didn’t end well.”

“You’ve worked on the force?” He almost sounded impressed.

“No, sorry, poor choice of wording. I tried to help them with a case before.”

“Ah,” his eyes narrowed as he busied himself with the pen again. “Were you a suspect, or?”

“I was close to the victim,” you said softly, almost a whisper.

For a moment, his expression softened. “I’m so sorry.”

You shrugged, inhaling a shaky breath as you looked at your lap. “It’s fine. Just…there’s your answer. I don’t want to work with them again, so I came to you.”

“If I’m able to take your case, I’ll make sure you don’t regret that decision.”

His tone had you picking your eyes back up. You noticed a fire within his own, one that made you feel like he meant every single word he’d just said to you.

“Thank you.”

He carded a hand through his hair, the action drawing your attention to the silver watch that adorned his wrist.

“Can I ask…could you tell me about the case you were involved with?”

A slow nod from you. “If it’ll help, I can do that.”

He motioned for you to continue. As you started telling him the details, you noticed as his eyes widened. At one point, he politely interrupted you.

“Sorry, just – I remember that case. You were involved with that?”

“Yes.” You were twisting your hands together in your lap. “Ky was my best friend.”

“And the police just let the case go cold, without considering all traces of evidence?”

“I begged them not to, but there wasn’t much I could do. They made that known several times,” you trailed off. You thought you heard some semblance of a growl coming from the detective.

“I always knew something was weird about that…every report they published made no sense, and none of the pieces of evidence seemed to corroborate their theories.” His hushed tone suggested he may have been talking more to himself, but you didn’t question it.

“There were signs of suspicious behavior leading up to her death that they never considered, and any time I tried to bring it up, I was shut down immediately.”

“Are these ‘signs’ something you’re noticing now, with your other friend?”

“Yes, exactly.”

Taehyung hummed. “I see. You want to inspect this before it gets out of hand, so you came to me because the police are a lost cause.”

You nodded feebly, voice softer than ever when you spoke again. “I don’t want to see another person die.”

“You won’t.”

His answer startled you, even if it was as quiet as your own. Your eyes met briefly before he started looking anywhere but your face.

Another hush befell the room, and this one seemed more awkward than the last, considering Taehyung cleared his throat before he rifled through one of his desk drawers.

“Before you tell me anything else, I need you to look over something first.”

“Sure, whatever I need to do, I’ll do it.”

A crooked smile tugged at Taehyung’s lips. “You know, you’re a lot more obedient than most of my other clients.”

You…weren’t sure how to take that.

“I am?”

“Yeah. Most of the time they come in with demands and don’t like to listen when I push back on something. It’s part of the reason why I’ve gotten choosier about who I decide to do business with these last few years. But you,” he fished out a piece of paper from the drawer, “are proving much easier to work with. I appreciate that.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

He chuckled, the sound low. “You’re also way more polite than most people I encounter.”

You smiled at him for the first time. “I’m grateful you’re taking the time to hear me out.”

His eyes lingered on yours for just a second before shifting down.

“First and foremost,” Taehyung slid a piece of paper across the wooden desk that separated the two of you, “if we agree to do business, you’ll need to sign this contract. It lists my stipulations and services I can provide.”

You picked up the paper, not quite sure what to expect.

“Take your time to read over all of it carefully, just so everything is clear on both our ends.” He leaned back in his chair, the sound of squeaking leather breaking your concentration for a moment.

You scanned through every line, all of the contract terms seeming straight-forward and easy to agree to-

-but the last line caught your attention.

“Could you explain this last part, please?”

Taehyung leaned over to look at which line you were pointing to before he let out a soft chuckle. “Ah, that. My #1 most important rule. Never get involved with clients’ personal lives.”

“But don’t you have to sometimes?”

“For work, yes. But this is more referring to what happens outside of that. Things can get…messy.”

“You talk like that’s happened before.”

Taehyung smirked but offered nothing more to that specific conversation.

“So, are we in business?”

You didn’t have to ponder long before you signed the contract with a flourish. When you passed it back across the desk, Taehyung smiled.

“Perfect,” he stood up to shake your hand, “I’ll be in touch with you shortly, once I’ve reviewed your case.”

You returned the shake. “Thank you, Mr. Kim.”

He squeezed your hand once before letting it go.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

You waited to see if there was anything else he might need from you, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. He leaned down and sifted through his drawer once more, this time pulling out a Manila file folder.

“I use these to get the typical information needed for me to start my research. It just asks for client’s name and contact info, as well as a summary about what you’re wanting from me and other names of those involved. In this instance, it would be your friend. You can give me as little or as much info as you think I need.”

He handed the folder to you, and upon opening it up, you saw everything he had just mentioned to you on a sheet of paper stapled to the inside.

“I’d prefer you fill it out now so you can leave it with me, but of course I can’t force you to do anything.”

His tone suggested he was teasing, but you were quick to sit on one of the couches and begin filling out the paper. It didn’t take you very long, and when you were done, you noticed he was sitting on the opposite couch, elbows resting on his knees with his hands folded.

“Finished?”

You nodded as you slid the file across the coffee table, his pen placed on top. He accepted both and smiled at you.

“Alright, if that’s all you want to discuss, you’re free to go. As I mentioned before, I’ll be in touch with you after I’ve looked over everything and have some sort of plan on how to proceed. And of course, all of this information is strictly classified. You read that in the contract, but I always reiterate it anyway, due to some problems I’ve had in the past.”

“Of course.” You agreed with no hesitation. Honestly, you couldn’t fathom just how much he’s had to endure in his line of work, how many times he’s probably had to change locations and phone numbers.

Hell, Kim Taehyung may not even be his real name, and you’d never know.

“Any questions for me?”

You mumbled some form of ‘no’ as you shook your head. Taehyung walked over to the door to open it for you, and you certainly weren’t expecting the same woman from before to be out in the hallway, but there she was.

“Ms. Choi will show you out since this place is a bit of a maze,” his tone was light, a sheer contrast to the mood that had settled over the two of you from when you stepped into his office. “Don’t forget: I’ll contact you.”

“Yes, sir.” You couldn’t help the authoritative term as it slipped past your lips, and you walked through the door before you could see the look on his face. You thought you might have heard some sort of laugh from Ms. Choi as she escorted you back to the front, but your imagination liked to play tricks on you sometimes.

Besides, Taehyung said he wasn’t one for formalities, so it didn’t really matter that much, did it? He had to be older than you anyway…right?

You spent the entire walk through the building trying to justify in your head what had just happened, and Ms. Choi gave you a soft smile as she held the door open for you to leave.

When you settled back in your car, you gripped the steering wheel and took a deep breath, leaning your head back as you shut your eyes.

You still couldn’t quite believe that the last 30 minutes or so had happened. Taehyung had proven to be quite different than what you anticipated, but he was truthfully better than you could have hoped.

He seemed driven and motivated about his line of work, and the way he reassured you when you had your doubts-

-it made you feel…safe. Like this was a step in the right direction after all.

As you called Hobi to fill him in on everything during your drive home, you started to believe that maybe, just maybe, things would turn out alright.

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diaco1968 · 4 years ago

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Altair x Reader

Warnings! Smut, lemon, unprotected, a bit of choking, bit of humiliation, sounds a little dub/non con in the end

Note: I just realized I've written nothing for my first and longest crush, none other than the arrogant grumpy assassin! Sorry for the slight ooc-ness, I get weird writing about him...

Also amazing art! It's thanks to this, I've been visually crushing over this man for the longest time! *^*

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"Wanna blow off some steam, Assassin?"

He could still feel your hands all over him, the feeling of your touch;

Your fingers running up his abs, tracing his chest, running over his shoulders, nails lightly scraping the back of his neck before they carded through his hair finally coming to a rest in a tight demanding grip on the back of his head.

It was unlike whatever he was used to.

The girls in the garden. They just did what they were assigned to do. Though they were obedient and submissive, they didn't claw at him like they desired him.

It was unusual.

It was exhilarating.

It was wrong.

It had been one of the rare occasions where there was a brief pause in the conflict between the assassins and the templars. A moment of peace that kept you all from jumping at each other's throats while their mentors and your commanders talked out their differences for a mutually beneficial truce. And of course they both had the option of having their choice of bodyguards accompanying them.

That was how he first met you. In person and eye to eye. With a distance of less than a rooftop, even less than a swords lenght, apart.

He couldn't get it off his mind now.

You had heard of him, seen the havoc he had caused in your ranks without even being seen. And he had seen you before as you barked orders at your little pawns and cut through his less experienced brethren with no mercy.

Always from afar.

Maybe that was the reason you colided hard the moment those roles were gone and out of the way. Attracted by the differences like day and night.

So when you cornered him alone with that very suggestion you were met with little to no resistance as you grabbed his collar and crashed your lips onto his. You demanded and you took as you pleased, making him bend to your will and despite his arrogant self, he liked that. He liked being wanted. The way you had him on his back in moments, straddling him so full of confidence. You were quite a skilled rider too.

Had him wondering if he had finally met his match?

Now as he stalked in the shadows waiting for you to make a wrong move, he wanted to take back. He wanted you. He had spent weeks being distracted time and again by the memories of your little encounter, now that he was so close to you again he couldn't help but drown deeper and deeper in his inner conflict. Thess were slightly different times, what if you rejected him? It would be so embarrassing... and he couldn't just kill you off if you did, that would harm the truce...

He shook his head as he caught himself thinking nonsense again.

Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent...

You were a templar though... did you count?-

He didn't have time to measure your innocence as your pawns left to do something you ordered them to and finally you were all alone. All his. Easy prey.

A hand wrapped around your arm, twisting it behind you as he pulled you into the alleyway and slammed you front first into the wall.

"You've become too dull."

"Have I really?"

That was when he noticed you didn't use your other hand to brace yourself on the wall. The little sharp pain in his side from the blade threateningly pressing into him was proof enough.

"You'd still die anyway. So, yes, you have."

He let go of your arm and you turned around to face him in the very little space provided by his arms caging you to the wall, teasingly grinding your ass back onto him. He of course suppressed the little hiss in response, not wanting to give you the satisfaction.

"You think I dismissed my men because I'm dull and not because I saw a certain assassin lurking around in the shadows?"

He narrowed his glinting golden eyes at you.

"You are bluffing."

You chuckled as you wiped at your scraped cheek to ease the stinging.

"What ever helps your ego."

You could see his scowl even from under the hood casting shadows over his face that complimented his features, as he loomed over you, completely silent. His sunkissed skin, sharp bones, haunting eyes, defined scar over his lips.

"You are in templar territory, what do you want, bird?"

His grimace at the nickname had you smirking triumphantly. Why did you have to know their language... it was annoying.

"Don't call me that!"

"But that's your name."

You looked smug and he didn't like that but you didn't have all day for the yarn of his ego to untangle on it's own. You reached up, slipping your hand inside the hood and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down to you so you could whisper in his ear.

"Or do you prefer, Eagle? Am I your poor little prey this time?"

He could feel the goosebumps rise over his arms as he growled in annoyance, your voice rolled over his skin smoothly.

"If you were, you wouldn't live long enough to mock me."

"Flattering."

Your smirk widened, nipping the side of his jaw and pushing him off a whole step before he could react.

"Come, boy."

"... tch..."

Clicking his tongue he wondered if this was all worth it any way as he watched your form striding down the alley, taking his time before he decided to follow you.

To an abandoned building, top floors almost burnt away, leading to a giant hole in the roof opening up to the skies. At the entrance you grabbed his hand cause he was hesitating to step in.

He would have preferred more hospitality... like your own quarters maybe...

He didn't have time to ponder as you pushed him back on one of the few surviving furniture, before straddling his lap.

... a long wooden bench... in a burnt building with cold stone wallls...

"We're in a church!-"

You were already half way through his robes, heavily dropping the weapon belt on the ground as you looked up at his anxious expression, scoffing.

"And? Are you a religious man, Assassin?"

He glared at you but you had a point. He just didn't expect such disrespect from you. Were you not fighting as part of Richard's army?...

"You're shameless."

"Shame is a weakness. You didn't seek me out beacuse I am a weakling now, did you?"

You plopped down on his now not dangerously armed crotch and his hands shot up to grab your hips and steady you.

"Who said I seeked you out? I was just in the area for a job."

"Ouch... you mean you killed off one of my men and came to add insult to the injury?"

He paused as you paused staring down at him. Well maybe he didn't choose his words right. He wasn't good at lying on the spot.

"That's hot."

At this point he had no idea if you meant the things you said or if you were being sarcastic. But he didnt care as you started grinding down over him.

Like last time.

Oh hell no.

He flipped you, so now you were lying on your back looking up at him surprised.

"Not this time. You are mine now."

"Oh? Fine then, show me what you've got."

You almost immediately regretted that as the pit in your stomach deepened not only from excitement but from fear as his fingers wrapped around your throat tightly, nudging your legs apart to settle between them. As you let him discard your clothes, it was probably the first time it downed on you. The danger you were in. He could actually kill you. And no one would know. Kill you and leave you there disgraced and dishonored with no one to know where to look for you.

You wheezed loudly, clutching the wrist of the hand he had wrapped around your neck, your train of thoughts derailed as he unceremoniously thrusted himself into you.

His fingers left your neck, to fist in your hair instead, arching your neck so he had more room as his lips met the delicate skin, his stubble scratching you pleasantly. You grabbed the back of his neck, pressing his face deeper into the crook of your neck and he didn't mind endulging you, sucking and nipping on the skin, combined with shallow slow thrusts had you arching and twisting under him, trying desperately to get more friction out of him. He gripped your hips tightly, pinning you down and restraining your movements.

"I said you'll be good and do as I tell you to."

"That is not what you said."

"Don't test me, (y/n)."

He growled in your ear, his voice rumbling from deep in his chest and you were not about to argue with that as you hummed in response and decided to oblige.

He briefly pulled out of you, only to pull you up and dropping you on your knees on the stoney ground. With a hand on the back of your neck he had you face down, arse up and he plunged himself back into you groaning at the way you twitched around him eagerly with a loud wanton moan.

His other hand grabbed your hip to keep you from jerking forward while he drilled into you, completely different from his earlier pace.

"This is what you want after all. To be fucked like a little bitch with an important audience."

Between your moans and scratching at the ground in pleasure mixed with pain you didnt have time to wonder who, until he grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled you back against him so you were facing the old crushed cross behind the altar.

"...you fucking basta-geh!"

He shoved his fingers into your mouth, down your throat, deep enough to make you choke and gag around them.

"I'd watch my mouth, if I were you."

He resumed kissing your abused neck, fingers thrusting in your mouth, creating lewd wet noises and heavy moans.

You were close, he could tell. You were constricting around him so tight he almost released a few times if not for the way you bit his fingers angrily. But he wanted you to finish first. Wanted you to whimper and beg as you just couldn't anymore.

He sunk his teeth in your shoulder and that was it for you. A high pitched mewl and you were clamping down on him violently as your release shook you to your core, slumping over him as he slowed down ever so slightly.

Then he let you drop on your front and resumed his brutal pace, seeking his own release now, disregarding your half hearted protesting sobs.

It didn't take him long and he finished over your ass, panting heavily as he watched your shaky body, get used to the abuse way too quickly as you rolled over underneath him to shoot him a glare.

Awkward silence engulfed you both as he got on his feet and even helped you up with a hand and you both started fixing up your clothes and putting your weapons back in place.

This was not how it ended last time. The silenece made him wonder if he did something very wrong. If your little forbidden rendezvous had come to an end because of him. If it had, it was probably for the best but... he felt a pang of sadness thinking about it. Oh how he wished for you to open your smug mouth and say something. Anything.

"I think we can both agree, I am better off in charge."

"You wish, Templar."

"...well... yes, I do. That's the whole reason behind our ancient conflict, Assassin."

#altair x reader #altair x reader smut #altair x reader lemon #assassins creed #altair ibn la'ahad #assassins creed imagines

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sadieyuki · 3 years ago

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The 118 Discord Server - 9-1-1 Bingo 2021

All of these works were completed for @911bingo.

Quick Look:

Take My Breath Away A Friend Like Me The Case Against Tuesdays Weightless Your Light Burning Bright Sharing Atlas's Burden Schrödinger's Love Confession It Feels Effortless Remembering How to Breath

Bingo Squares and Fic Descriptions:

Title: Take My Breath Away Pairing: Buddie Bingo Square: I'm dying and I'm confessing my love for you Chapters: 1/1 Rating/Warnings: GA / none Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33060847 Summary: “I can’t die without telling you that I love you.” A pin could’ve dropped in the silence that followed and it would’ve blown out the eardrums of everyone in the vicinity. Well, it would have if not for the din of the bar around them. It actually wasn’t all that quiet now that Eddie thought about it. Eddie could feel the gaze of everyone on him, waiting for him to respond to Buck’s declaration. Eddie truly didn’t understand how the night had gotten to this moment in time.

Title: A Friend Like Me Pairing: pre-Buddie Bingo Square: Stalker!AU Chapters: 1/1 Rating/Warnings: M / Stalking, blood, violence Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32729077 Summary: When some of Buck's possessions begin to go missing, at first he assumes that Eddie is pulling an elaborate prank on him. After all, the alternative is something he really doesn't want to think about. Items disappearing from his work locker? Fine. Annoying, but fine. Items disappearing from his apartment? Less fine...

Title: The Case Against Tuesdays Pairing: Buddie Bingo Square: Hostage Situation Chapters: 1/1 Rating/Warnings: M / Violence, bad touch, threats of non-con Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32790769 Summary: Contrary to popular belief, Monday wasn’t the absolute worst day of the week. Sure, an impressive amount of crazy calls tended to happen on Monday, but it was hardly the worst day of the week. No, Buck knew better. Tuesdays were the true days of hell. And when Buck found himself on the floor of the firehouse with a boot in his back and a gun pointed at him early that Tuesday morning, it was only more evidence towards proving him right.

Title: Weightless Pairing: Russley Bingo Square: Paramedic!Josh Chapters: 1/1 Rating/Warnings: T / none Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32437429 Summary: Josh wasn't sure if it was because of his out-of-control crush or if he was simply a man who could appreciate the finer things in life. Either way, Buck was going to be the death of him. And if Hen could stop laughing at his impending death, that would be great. . Or, an Ode to Buck's Biceps (and overall workout routine).

Title: Your Light Burning Bright Pairing: Buck/Jim Street (SWAT) Bingo Square: Free Space Chapters: 1/1 Rating/Warnings: GA / none Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32909497 Summary: It had been a week and Jim was still haunted by the scene of the fire truck bombing. He had nightmares where the screams of that trapped firefighter echoed in his head, where his heart physically ached when no one had been able to step forward and help him. He'd only been able to listen and watch, and he hated it. Jim had tried to get passed it, tried to handle it like he would any other tough case, but it wouldn't leave his mind. The only thing left to try was to go to the hospital and see for himself that Evan Buckley was safe and sound.

Title: Sharing Atlas’s Burden Pairing: pre-Ryderley (Grace/Judd/Buck) Bingo Square: “I’m sorry I’m not what you expected me to be” Chapters: 1/1 Rating/Warnings: T / panic attack, talking through Buck’s canon trauma Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33738199 Summary: When Evan Buckley arrived in Austin, Texas to join the 126, Judd knew the man would be bringing a fair amount of baggage with him. After all, Judd remembered watching the firetruck bombing on national news when it happened, and Owen had alluded to something happening with his old team that led to a lawsuit and...something that he wasn't willing to pry into yet. When Buck woke up from a nightmare in the bunk room after 3am, Judd decided it was long overdue for someone to step up and help him carry the load.

Title: Schrödinger's Love Confession Pairing: one-sided Buddie (as far as Buck knows), one-sided May/OFC (as far as May knows) Bingo Square: Un/Requited Love Chapters: 1/1 Rating/Warnings: GA / none Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33547846 Summary: “If I confront you about something, can you hold on to your denial until I tell you why I brought it up? I need advice.” Buck raised an eyebrow at her, swallowing his bite of crepe and raising his mimosa glass tentatively. “Okay...” “I know you’re in love with Eddie.” . Or, Buck and May bond over mutual unrequited loves that may or may not actually be unrequited if they could just work up the courage to say something about it.

Title: It Feels Effortless (sequel to 'Weightless') Pairing: Russley Bingo Square: "Do you trust me?" Chapters: 1/1 Rating/Warnings: GA / none Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32888830 Summary: “Do you trust me?” Buck raised a skeptical eye in his direction. “Not when you ask like that,” he said, eyes boring into Josh’s in an attempt to figure out what he had planned.

Title: Remembering How to Breathe Pairing: gen Bingo Square: Sick!AU Chapters: 1/1 Rating/Warnings: T / COVID-19, panic attack Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32562448 Summary: Buck clicked the link to get his test result from two days ago, ready to screenshot it and send it to Bobby for documentation. Positive Buck blinked, then promptly closed the screen and went back to his email, and opened the link again. . Or, Buck gets the results back from a routine test and promptly spirals.

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hopeshoodie · 4 years ago

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I feel so bad letting this sit for so long, but better late than never I suppose! Thank you to literally everyone who tagged me in this. Literally every time I see these posts it makes me grin like an absolute dope at my phone. This is one of the best fandoms I’ve ever been in. I know I joke that I’m just sitting in my corner making garbage, so thank yall for making the room my corner is in so lovely.

So here’s a shoutout to the people who made my 2020 better. If I’m following you (from my main @hyperspacial because despite being on tumblr for nearly a decade I still hardly know how to run a sideblog) I 100% like you. I’m sorry if I forget to tag people :( Also this is about to be a long ass post- don’t feel obligated to reply or like or whatever just because you’re tagged :P

@garyandhisnan. I just…. I adore you. Highkey would walk to the ends of the earth if you asked. Your writing, your posts, everything is top notch (and you’re an awesome person to boot which like… shouldn’t be allowed). Thank you for letting me rant about American late-stage capitalism and all the other nonsense I flood your inbox with. If yall aren’t following them, go do it now.

@deuchess

@ariendiel Why you would want to collaborate with me, ME, of all people? Still astounds me. I pinkie promise we’re gonna do it though, and it’s gonna be so good. I’m so excited. But seriously, your fics are some of the only ones that I can keep coming back to. Your writing is *chefs kiss* and your edits/moodboards are literally so pretty. I love your blog and I cherish you, you slut cheat.

@kiki-the-creator same brain saME BRAIN SAME BRAIN how do we have the exact same brain!? Your fics literally are the best thing this fandom has produced- I come up with these half baked concepts, you make them actually good, then I play dollhouse with them over and over again in my head forever :3 That Erikah fic? Literally every Marisol fic you write?? I love them. Also you’re highkey so funny and ugh. Te adoro.

@bubblelaureno you’re literally too good for me. For real. I’m sorry I’m so shitty about keeping up to date with fics and edits, you deserve way more than my shitty memory and my 2 second long attention span. Your blog is literally a beacon of positivity and it’s absurd how much I admire your drive and your analytical way of thinking. This fandom is so lucky to have you.

@codename-mango controversial yet brave opinion- your blog is the best LITG blog on tumblr. Your headcanons, your jokes, your route overviews? All immaculate. Even your reblogs are the best of what everyone else is posting. You’re the only reason I have notes, and I appreciate you sm.

@oneflewoverthecuckoos my comment to mango is controversial only because if not her, then your LITG sideblog for sure. For a ‘Lucas’ blog, the diversity of content and LIs you talk about is refreshing. I fucking love seeing people talk about non-LI characters.

@inthenewblood thank you for letting me bitch about the reddit oml it’s needed. Also having someone to be salty with? A new but not unwelcome experience lmfao

@noahssidechick you are literally so sweet oml I treasure our chats and the pictures of your dogs. You bring such a chill and earnest vibe to the fandom and ugh, I’m so glad to have you.

@fuseboxmusebox I feel like you’re so consistent in the fandom, like you were here when I first joined and you’ll be here after I inevitably lose interest and leave. Your reblogs are top notch, the takes are even topper notch, and it wouldn’t be a ‘litg blogs that made me happy’ list without you.

@crvsh-culture I will never not sing your praises. I love your blog, I love you perspective, I love your vibe. I consider you a friend even though we’ve talked like… once.

@radiantdae your artbreeder edits were the first thing in the fandom that left me genuinely astounded. Like holy shit they were so good. Kassam??? That was a REAL MAN. Obviously the stuff you post now is really good too and your blog is excellent. But tbh when I think of the LITG fandom, the first think I think of is your artbreeder pictures. Also your ‘filipino words that make me think of the islanders’. I still think of that often.

@therealityofthematteris seeing you in my notes makes me smile every time. That’s basically all, just needed to say it lmao. Also if anyone has almost convinced me to start playing TWC, it’s you and Seliné.

@bellarxse my dash would be dry af without you. Same with TWC- I’m so tempted to play because of your posts (I have it downloaded on my phone but like…. I haven’t finished a single route in Arcana and starting a new thing is overwhelming). But also your prompts are one of the few things that makes me want to write lmfao.

@lahelakoh I feel like I’ve said it before but your posts SEND me oml. The tiktok references, the chaotic energy. Both the taste and the flavour is immaculate.

@kiwi-tai we haven’t talked that much but oml I love your content so much 15/10

@confused-inalltheways-human you’re literally so cool and I think about that Harry fic all the time. Am I ever gonna get around to writing it? Probably not. But it was such a good idea. Also thank you for lighting up my notification.

@oceanatydes you come here, you post literally spectacular content, and then you peace out like bruh I wish I had your mind. I adore your edits, but my favorites are your posts/headcanons.

@voile-de-lune your aesthetic is everything I aspire to be and your headcanons/edits are such a refreshing take on characters that we’ve all gotten so stale with. I still live for that Rahim moodboard you made. Also your headcanons are so fantastic.

@lasswithumor this fandom desperately needs more Carl stans, thank you for doing the lords work. Also I highkey stalk your blog on a regular basis jsjsjsjsjsjs every chat we’ve had has been lovely and ugh, you’re just lovely

@bobbysapron your vibes are literally so immaculate. I know it’s been awhile since we chatted but I highkey adore your content and ugh. You’re such a cool person.

@beebips I feel like you’ve vanished off my dash, but you made up for it with that 3rd chapter of The Other Side of Seventh Ave made up for it.

@nerdferatum I don’t think I’ve ever breathed a word in your direction but oml you’re so sweet and supportive and every time your posts cross my dash I *pleading emoji*

@mrsgaryrennell I’m still agog that we’re mutuals because like… You are so talented. It took me waaaayyy too long to get into Blue and Hazel but now that I have… It’s highkey better than the actual season skskskskss

@kingkassam Like the above, you are waaaayyy too cool to be following me sksksksk. I’ve still got a few edits you had ideas for in the pipeline, and highkey the Kassam icons you requested are my favorite edits I’ve ever made. I live for someone else playing Matchmaker.

@hermitclaw hello?????? You’re so funny what the FUCK are you doing following me. Ik you don’t post that much anymore, but every LITG you grace us with is a knockout. It feels unreal when you reblog my stuff. Basically the same to @mchamster. Like you’re both so funny and have been in the fandom for so long that it fully feels like royalty whenever yall interact with me.

@ravenadottir I am fully unworthy to even mention your name but oml. Your guides are the only thing that help me retain information about the season, and your recent outfit edits? Oh my god they’re so good. Hope’s especially, with the brightly colored swimsuit, left me absolutely speechless. You’re just above everything in the fandom and I admire that so much. Plus you really don’t have to flex that hard in your fics, and yet-

@smaiihands saving the best for last because you are one of the single most talented people in this fandom. Your art is the strongest life support for the fandom and like I know we haven’t talked in awhile but you’re also such a dope person. So.

And a big shoutout to all the people I follow who I don’t talk to but have nothing but good vibes. I appreciate yall way more than I can articulate: @richhdesire @needsomesorrel @ficticiouspastry @cranesandshipyards @litg-ish @princesslove19060 @fictitiouspastery @icedcoffee-please @demons-dogs-and-puns @sparklydinosaurr @mountainmanxoxo @diamondsdiary @bucket-bill@another-lottie-simp @bobbys-darling @cyn-onlyyou @mikcove @officialpapa-johns @Amaxn @dxncingthroughlife @myfictionalobsessions @screw-u-vaanu @kittidot @chichiguitarist123 @myfictionalobsessions @Azibear @amelia-w @lilithlibrxa @litghoe @priyas-tiddies @daisybarks @ajs-wife

At this point this post is just a directory of the LITG fandom lmfao but genuinely. Thank every single one of you. 2020 was hard as shit, but I’ve been hyperfixated on LITG for like a year and I treasure your content sm.

#im so so so fucking sorry if i forget someone :(#i 100% did not mean to i hope no ones feelings are hurt #if you've ever interacted with my posts youve definitely made me smile

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trashyslashers · 5 years ago

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Can I get some stuff for Poly Billy and Stu, Myers, and Bubba or any others for them catching feelings and not knowing what to do so it all bubbles up and explodes? Like a massive rant/confession or rash actions?

I wasn’t sure if you wanted the reader to catch feelings or the slashers to catch feelings, so I went with the slashers!! This came out much longer than intended.

I feel like Bubba’s is a small bit OOC and I apologize!! I did something a little different for his.

The endings are open! I left them up to the reader to determine how the confession turns out, so let your imaginations go wild.

This is as gender neutral as I could keep it!———————————————————————————————————–

Billy & Stu:

Stu was the first of the duo to catch feelings for you - the fresh, new senior from some out of town high school that moved to Woodsboro before the year started. Casey, his ex, seemed to take a liking to you, which of course in turn caught Stu’s attention, and he found himself wanting to know more about you.

Of course, though, anything Stu was interested in, he’d tell Billy about - and that included romantic interests. The more Stu spoke about you, the more Billy paid attention to you. The particular way you spoke, the way you dressed, your type of humor, even small things like what kind of drink you brought with you to class every day all became of interest to the both of them as time went on.

The two of them are much more ridiculous together, now that they have a mutual interest in someone. Who’s spent the most time with you? Who knows more about you? Who do you talk to more? It’s almost, almost, like they’re in a competition with each other over you, but you’d never know it. The degree that they manage to keep their feelings a secret to is utterly astounding. They keep their cool around you whenever you spend time with them.

…Which they make sure happens, a lot. What’re you doing over the weekend? Wanna hang out at Stu’s house? - his parents won’t be home, and there’s a scary movie marathon on Saturday. Billy will be there, too! What about after school on Thursday? You’re almost overwhelmed by how much they want to spend time with you.

The two’ve them have actually never had a genuine, shared interest in someone before, if we’re being honest. Were you more into goofy, fun-loving guys like Stu? Or more laid back, confident guys like Billy? They’ll probably argue about it. A lot. The topic of who’d be a better boyfriend is a hot one between them.

Though they argue about it, they honestly have no issue when it comes to sharing with each other. All they had to do was get your attention, right? EZ PZ.

…Or so they thought. Their minds went absolutely blank every time they tried to think of what to do, how to approach you, or how to even talk to you about this sort of thing. Being with two guys at once? What if you were only into one of them, or neither at all? How the hell do you even approach someone about this sort of thing? Neither’ve had any real issues with approaching people for relationships before, but a poly relationship was… very, very different.

Day in and day out they kept trying to figure out when the right time to make a move would be - should they wait until the holidays? Should they approach you individually, or together? Billy felt that one on one would be better, though Stu thought that they’d do better together - if they each approached you on their own, the other would miss out!

Any sort of plan or idea they had completely goes out the window one dreary, Friday afternoon. School had just let out - most students were piling into cars or onto the bus to hurry home. You, though, unfortunately, had been left without a ride. Planning to just walk home in the icy rain, a classmate of your approached you - a guy from your Economics class you knew as Chris. He was kind and pretty dorky, but he was charming in his own way; you’d heard rumors that he had a thing for you.

He approached you as you were leaning up against the wall of the school’s exterior, shivering as you fiddled with your walkman as you prepped it for your trudge home. In his typical, faux-confident manner, he came up to you - a sideways smile on his face as he asked if you’d like for him to give you a ride - he didn’t want you to get too cold out there, and surely he could help keep you warm.

“Nah,” - another voice suddenly chimed in before you could answer. “They’re good with us!” Stu, in his usual fashion, interjected as he hopped to your side, slinging his arm over your shoulder lazily. Before you or Chris could speak, Stu pulled you away from the conversation, over to where he was previously standing by Billy.

Both took delight as you laughed out a “thank you”. As nice as Chris was, you weren’t particularly interested in spending much one on one time with him, you explained. You’d heard that he liked you, but he wasn’t “on the list” of the guys you were interested in and you hated rejected people.

This absolutely delighted them to no end; both the mention that you had no interest in that other guy, and that there were apparently multiple guys that had your attention.

Now - now was their chance. Most classmates had left, there were no prying eyes to watch if they got rejected - they couldn’t wait, they needed to ask and they needed to ask now.

Stu, with his arm still draped over your shoulders, tugged you closer as Billy’s arm joined his.

“Any chance the two of us are on that list?”

Michael Myers:

You’d really have to find some way to draw Michael’s attention and keep it, especially his non-hostile attention.

Michael’s no stranger to having an obsession, or a strong idée fixe on one single person, and you’re absolutely no exception to this. Once he’s caught feelings for you, they aren’t going away.

It’s different; it’s kind of scary for Michael, and considering the fact that he isn’t used to feeling anything even remotely nice towards another person, he… really has no idea what to do.

What he does know, though, is how to stalk. He knows how to watch, he knows how to observe and keep his presence hidden, revealing it as he pleases. He figures that since that’s what he knows best, that makes it the best way to get your attention.

Quite unintentionally on his end, he scares you for awhile. Giving you brief glimpses of himself as he lingers in the treeline across the street, or as he saunters through your neighbors yard, his eyes looking up to your window as you peered out, your heart pounding away in your chest as you were unsure of what to do.

You would never feel alone, now that Michael had his eyes on you. Walking to work, to school, or to the store? You can feel another presence out there, distant but close, somewhere in the sleepy streets of Haddonfield. Even if no other person was visible, you could feel the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, the eerie feeling of knowing that you weren’t quite alone out there even though it appeared as such unnerving you to no end.

But Michael didn’t want to hurt you, no - he wanted to keep an eye on you. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about you; was this love? Just curiosity? Budding antagonistic feelings, yet to come? Michael couldn’t name it. He didn’t care to, either - he just knew he wanted you in some way.

What did people like? Michael’s vague memories of Judith and her various boyfriends came to mind. She seemed to like the notes they left her - but Michael couldn’t write, nor was he interested in doing anything physical - another thing he knew she liked.

Gifts. Gifts are the way to a person’s heart, Michael recalled, something he remembered hearing in an old television commercial. Michael had no money, but that was no issue; he had his ways of getting what he wanted. The way his chest felt tight with agitation and restlessness whenever he thought about you became too much for him to deal with, and Michael began to make a move.

You begin coming home to the strangest items left on your doorstep. One day it was an overripe baby pumpkin, a few days later, an old hairbrush. The most alarming of the “gifts” was the wristband that had gone missing from your room a week prior. “Should I call the police?” was the first question that came to mind.

As the days drew on, Michael grew impatient. You seemed more scared of his gifts than you seemed happy or pleased - was it really that bad? Usually, he felt entertained when he knew that he was scaring someone; playing tricks on their minds and letting them know they’re being watched and followed against their will was a forte of his, but he didn’t feel this way when it came to you. He didn’t want you to run from him, he wanted you to run to him.

Michael’s desire to have you grows too strong to resist one day in the middle of October. Halloween was approaching, the itch to maim was growing too strong too, and Michael knew that sooner or later he wouldn’t be able to have you like he wanted if he didn’t act soon. His idea? Chill in the coat closet of your hallway until you came home, of course.

The way his hands gripped your shoulders as you opened the door to hang your jacket up was enough to shock you into silence.

What the fuck? Should I call the police? What the fuck! Your head felt as if it were about to burst from fear - until the gentle shake of his head caught your attention - no.

You flinched awfully hard as his hand reached into the front pocket of his coveralls. You recognized him from somewhere - the mask, the height - the news? It didn’t matter now, though - he was probably going to kill you.

Slowly, he pulled out a small object him his pocket, his fist opening to reveal that it was a small hair bow - blue tartan. It wasn’t yours, of course, but it was in surprisingly good condition, for something that he’d been keeping in the pocket of his filthy suit. He shook his head no once again, signaling that he - apparently - wasn’t going to harm you. He slowly, timidly, if you dared call it that, held the bow out to you - the tilt of his head asking something he wouldn’t speak.

Bubba Sawyer:

Bubba caught feelings for you the second he first laid eyes on you - and when Bubba falls for someone, he falls hard.

You were the adult child of a family that lived some bit away from the Sawyer’s house, and while you weren’t particularly close with them or anything or the sort, your lot got on fine with theirs and there were never any issues during your brief interactions with them.

Drayton gets on him much more frequently now about being so careless and absentminded, but Bubba couldn’t help it. His mind was constantly preoccupied with thoughts of you - the nice-looking, kind neighbor that had his heart caught in a trap.

Unfortunately for him, Bubba’s never felt this sort of thing before. Sure, in the past he’s… had to deal with a few victims that he couldn’t help but fine particularly attractive, but he’s never felt such warm feelings towards someone before. That, combined with the fact that he never really learned about this sort of thing, left Bubba absolutely clueless about what to do.

When would he see you again? How would he act? Should he even find a way to tell you how he feels? How does he even feel? He doesn’t know how he should even begin to approach you about his feelings, in the instance that he actually gets the chance to.

Any time in the past that he’s interacted with you, he was always either completely silent, or a stuttering, blubbering mess as his shyness left him unable to calm down. This led to him almost dreading interacting with you - he always made such a fool of himself!

Seeing you was inevitable though, as Bubba soon learned. Despite his family’s usual desire to keep to themselves, Drayton had apparently, for whatever reason, invited your family over to the Sawyer residence. While your little lot wasn’t allowed inside - Grandpa’s a bit under the weather, as Drayon put it - the weather outside was pleasant enough for conversation on the porch.

Bubba couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He hadn’t actually had the chance to be this close to you, before - were you wearing perfume/cologne? You smelled so good, so sweet - and you looked sweet, too. Bubba could tell you were intimidated by him, but who wouldn’t be? But despite your obvious unease, you were still kind to him, to his brothers - that was the straw that broke him. You two barely knew each other yet you had his heart in the palm of your hand - he wanted to be with you.

When no one was paying attention, Bubba approached you. His hand reached out to tug on your sleeve gingerly, and he gestured for you to come. He wanted to show you something.

After the initial awkwardness of him trying to convey that he wanted you to follow him, the both of you made your way to the back of the house for more privacy. Rounding the corner, your eyes fell upon a small, almost-dead patch of wildflowers that was spread out amongst the tall grass and weeds.

Bubba, noticing your interest, quickly reached down and plucked one of the flowers, a wilted, pale buttercup, and before you could question him, he quickly stuck his arm out, offering the flower to you as his empty hand scratched at the back of his head awkwardly.

If Bubba could, he’d ask if you liked flowers. What if you were allergic? What if you didn’t like flowers? What if you thought he was weird, or ugly, or strange or something? What if you laughed at him, or even worse - screamed? His head was full of emotions - excitement, love, uncertainty, fear - but they were all shut down when he felt the gentle brush of your hand against his larger, rough one as you took the flower, a gentle smile on your face as you softly thanked him.

Bubba felt his heart skip with glee, and before he could stop himself, he found himself reaching his arms out and pulling you into the tightest hug he could muster without harming you. He’d made sure he wore his nicest outfit - no bloody apron, no stained undershirt - a nice button up, and his favorite tie instead. He wanted to impress you!

Bubba became deathly aware that you were stiff in his embrace though, and with a blubbering mess of nervous whimpers he pulled back from you, his hand finding its way to your face so he could brush his fingers against your cheek, making sure you were okay - that he didn’t hurt you. He was trying his hardest to be gentle with you.

He didn’t know how else to convey his crush. He knows of kissing - he’d seen it on the old TV they used to have, but Drayton said that kissing was something you only did when you were in a relationship with someone - but you two weren’t. Surely it would be inappropriate for him to kiss you now!

The look on your face was unreadable to Bubba. A slight curve on your lips, warm eyes - but no smile. How did you feel?

He was about to let go of you completely and flee into the house out of shame, but you stopped him by opening your mouth and speaking your true feelings.

#slashers x reader #slasher headcanons #bubba sawyer x reader #michael myers x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #leatherface #bubba sawyer #Michael Myers #request #billy loomis #stu macher

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petersasteria · 5 years ago

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Internet Friends - Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Requested? Nah. I thought of this while washing the dishes the other day lmao

Peter Parker Masterlist || Ultimate Masterlist

Tagging @tommysparker bc they said dO iT cOwArD HAHAHA lmao

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How do you feel every time you make friends on the internet? Do you feel happy? Do you feel scared? Do you feel accomplished, because you finally and successfully made a friend even though it's not in a face to face interaction?

Peter Parker felt all of those things when he made friends with you on Tumblr. He felt excited and scared, but the good outweighed the bad and now both of you are good friends.

He has a Star Wars fan account called "yoda-one-that-i-dream-abt-leia" and he's really proud of his username. He has a couple hundred of followers and he posts random video edits that he makes on his free time. He sees your account when one of his mutuals reblog your post about Spider-Man. It's not anything bad, but as soon as he sees it, he smiles. He knew he had to see what else is on your account.

"webmeupspiderdaddy" Peter reads your username. He chuckles at the username and stalks your account. He sees all of your Spider-Man edits and memes and he finds it entertaining. He even finds your fanfiction and he didn't know what to feel.

He saw every fanfiction that you wrote. Angst, fluff, and even smut. Peter blushes after reading one smutty one shot of yours. "This is insane." he mutters under his breath. He didn't know that people out there are writing about his alter ego. He didn't know they were fantasizing about Spider-Man; fantasizing about Spider-Man having sex with them.

Sure, Spider-Man gets girls by just swinging around and stuff, but he didn't expect some fans. Judging by your videos, you seem to be around Spider-Man a lot. So, Peter follows you and sends you a DM.

To: webmeupspiderdaddy Hey!! I love ur acc. I'm a fan of Spidey too and I was just wondering where u got ur videos of him?? u know, from ur edits?

Peter sends the message and he's surprised when you reply immediately.

To: yoda-one-i-dream-abt-leia

Hello! Thank you <3 I'm from Queens and he's around a lot and he coincidentally swings near me whenever I'm out. I'm convinced that we're meant to be lmao

Peter giggles and blushes. No one has ever said that tom him before. Well, technically, this is about Spider-Man. But him and Spider-Man are the same.

From that moment on, you and Peter have been talking non stop. You talk after school, during the weekends, after his Stark internship, and sometimes during class hours.

One night, you're talking about Queens and you immediately had a thought that you just had to absolutely share.

To: yoda-one-i-dream-abt-leia dUDE WE'RE BOTH FROM QUEENS... WHAT IF WE BUMPED INTO EACH OTHER BEFORE WITHOUT US KNOWING??

Peter reads your message and thinks about it. There's a possibility that you two might have ran into each other. You could be anyone.

To: webmeupspiderdaddy

MAYBE WE HAVE. MAYBE WE HAVEN'T. Where do you go to school? Lmao we've been talking for like months now. We could at least know that. We both know each other's nicknames. Your nickname is Mickey as in like Mickey Mouse because you love hotdogs and that's Mickey Mouse's catchphrase.

Peter knew it was a long shot, but hey, if it fails at least he tried.

To: yoda-one-i-dream-abt-leia

I go to Midtown :)) wbu

Peter's heart stopped beating for a second and he could've sworn he could've died right there and then. Then there IS a big chance that you guys have bumped into each other or maybe sharing a class.

To: webmeupspiderdaddy

yO SAME. I'M NOT KIDDING SKSKS

To: yoda-one-i-dream-abt-leia

OH YEAH?? PROVE IT.

To: webmeupspiderdaddy

THEY PLAY CAP'S VIDEOS AT GYM AND DETENTION LIZ ALLEN IS THE POPULAR AND SMART GIRL MICHELLE JONES IS VERY VERY OBSERVANT AND MR. HARRINGTON IS A SAD MAN

To: yoda-one-i-dream-abt-leia

WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE FROM MIDTOWN SKSKSK BUT WE HAVE TO SLEEP NOW BC SCHOOL TOMORROW. GOOD NIGHT AND SEE U HOPEFULLY.

Peter smiles at his phone and sends you a 'good night x' before yawning and going to sleep himself. The next day, he does his morning routine and catches the train to school. After a few minutes, he arrives at school and walks to his locker to get his things. He pulls out his phone and checks out your DMs from last night. He really likes you.

Just as he re-reads the part of you telling him that you're from Midtown, he bumps into, well, he bumps into you. Both of your phones on the floor.

"Ugh, watch where you're going, Parker!" you hiss. Peter rolls his eyes at you, "Good morning to you too, Y/N."

Both of you don't know that the other is your internet friend from Tumblr. However, you know each other at school. For some reason, you and Peter hated each other's guts. You were popular, a cheerleader, pretty, and smart. He was just smart.

Peter hated that you were perfect. You were basically a female version of him except that you're more popular and more attractive.

You hated that Peter was loved by the teachers and you hated that he had real friends. You envied that the most.

The mutual hate started years ago, but your ever growing love for the other's alter ego is present. Both of you just didn't know that you're standing in front of each other.

You glare at each other and both of you kneel down to pick up your phones. You take a peek of his screen and your eyes widen. He takes a peek of your phone too only to see his Tumblr account there. His eyes widen in shock.

You both stand up and stare at each other.

"Am I seeing things or is that my DMs with yoda-one-i-dream-abt-leia?" you whisper.

"Depends." Peter whispers. "Is that my account you're checking out?"

"Depends." you mock. Pete rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "Prove you're webmeupspideyrdaddy."

You stare at him intently and sigh, "My nickname is Mickey because I love hotdogs. Prove you're yoda-one-i-dream-abt-leia."

"...."

"Well?!"

"Mr. Harrington is a sad man." Peter says softly.

Your features soften and crack a small smile, "It is you."

"All this time, we've been in one place." you chuckle and he chuckles too. The hate on each other beginning to disappear.

"C-Can we start over, then? In real life this time?" Peter asks shyly. You giggle and nod, "Hi, I'm Y/N."

"Hey, I'm Peter." he smiles, the crinkles of his eyes, showing. It was then that you notice that Peter Parker is actually really cute.

"Quit staring." Peter blushes. You smirk at him, "Make me."

As if on cue, the bell rings and you just remain in the hallway as everyone scrambles to their classroom.

"So, uh, I'll see you later or talk to you later or something." Peter says nervously.

"Sure!" you grin before walking to your classroom. Peter just stands there with a stupid grin on his face before walking to his class.

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yuh yeet

#peter parker #peter parker imagines #peter parker one shots #peter parker blurbs #peter parker imagine #peter parker blurb #peter parker one shot #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #in-a-lot-of-fanfoms-tbh

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jq37 · 4 years ago

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The Royal Report– A Crown of Candy Ep 13 Family Ties

Regroup

Welcome back to Candia, y’all.

As the cast tries to get a handle on their giggles from whatever shenanigans happened off-screen between episodes, the PCs land back at the monastery of the Spinning Star. All the rescued civilians are grateful and the monks help to patch them up. The group is a little worried their enemies will follow them through the standing stones but only a high level Candian magic user would be able to do that so they’re probably fine. They also learn that all the weapons they stole are basically +1 to attack magical items--not useful to them but maybe for their allies.

Spearia tends to Joren (and we’re cursed with the phrase “wrist milk”) and then goes Full Mom Mode on Liam with a several minutes long hug. Theo joins the hug so he can ask Spearia if she knows any other Druids that could do that transportation (she doesn’t know of any in Buzzybrook but there could always be others she doesn’t know about) which turns into a discussion about the SPF. Ruby thinks the SPF is on their side but the others are more wary and Rina, as before, is specifically against her. She says the SPF gets her powers from the Bulb and the sharp division between the two is just a kind of distraction from the bigger issue. Ruby calls it a conspiracy theory (though Theo says Lazuli believed something similar) and stalks off. Amethar runs after her but, en route, stops to have a conversation with Joren.

He tells Joren that Rina is queen now and that he (as in both of them really) need to start doing the smart thing and not just the tough thing. Joren razzes him about the new attitude until Amethar says that Jet is dead which turns him sympathetic and basically gets him on board--it’s not the fight Liam was anticipating. He says that they’re gonna have to make a big show about recognizing Rina if this is gonna work and asks if they have any allies who can vouch. Amethar says the Dairy Islands are with them and they have a crazy plan that involves getting the Book of Leaves (St. Citrina’s Lasso of Truth book).

Theo runs to catch up with Joren and Amethar but, on the way there, catches Ruby and says they need to stick together. Then the three guys go and find Rina. They basically bend the knee to her and say they’re at her service. Rina is not as excited as you might think though. She accepts the endorsement while barely holding back tears, saying that she’s aware the support doesn’t come with enthusiasm but she appreciates it all the same. Then she goes with Gooey back to her contingent of followers to celebrate with them, not seeming like she’s in a celebratory mood at all.

Cumulus and Liam have gone to the library of the monastery to try and dig into the info they grabbed during the fight and Ruby goes to talk to Liam. She confides in him that she thinks this plan sucks because even if they are able to get Rina onto the throne, it still means they win on the terms of their enemies. They’re still working within the system and the people who killed Jet and killed Preston don’t pay for anything. Liam says he’s still super down for killing all of these people and he really doesn’t think the plan is gonna work. He thinks it’s going to end in war either way. They try to decipher the map but it’s hard and they recruit the monks to help work on it overnight.

Snicker-Snack talks to Cumulus and says--echoing his own thoughts--that Rina is crazy powerful and a possible heir to Lazuli’s title of Archmage. He wonders if they should swear themselves to her the way they were sworn to Lazuli. Cumulus thinks it might be a good idea and Snicker-Snack says that it’s Cumulus’s call since he’s the most senior monk.

Theo finds Rina again and asks if she thinks they’re in danger of getting ambushed by the SPF. Rina (after getting a head shake from Brennan) says no, not this night but she is worried that the SPF is working with the Bulb. She and her guys will be up all night keeping watch (and partying) so he can, “Go back to [his] family.”

Brain Food

In the morning, the monks have finished looking through all of the info the PCs stole last episode which means it’s time for a good old fashioned info dump. There’s a lot happening so I broke it into sections:

Military Movements

The south of Candia has been totally taken over by Calroy and his guys. He’s fully posted in Castle Candy and every state except for the Dairy Islands has recognized him as a legitimate ruler.

The only non-traitor Candian troops are basically all at the Great Stone Candy Mountains (bc they were on route to help Jawbreaker).

As in Ruby’s vision from Lazuli, the invasion of Castle Candy did fall apart due to discord. Specifically, it was a mix of Plumbeline’s troops and Bulbian troops and because the Pontifex held the position that there could be no Concord without all of the states of the OG Concord under the terms of the OG agreement (meaning including Candia) Plumbeline said, “Fine. If there’s no Concord, there’s no reason I have to help you,” and she withdrew her troops.

So, to be clear, Calroy did a coup. The Imperial soldiers that are there are not there to invade Candia. They’re there doing peacekeeping stuff. The non-Imperial bread soldiers are Ciabatta’s men--he went home post spy session with the girls and used the info he stole to assassinate all the obstacles between him and being dictator for life and then decided an invasion of Candia was a good way to keep the peoples’ approval. Candia was picked for no reason other than it was a sitting duck due to all the other insane stuff that’s going on (chief or which is loss of Concord protection). And the church is there cause...actually, let me start another heading for this because it’s a doozy.

The Bulbian Church

The Pontifex has decided that the Ramsian Doctrine is in full effect. The reason they’re in Candia is because they’ve called a crusade.

Kerradin has a fancy new title--Mace of the Faith--and is leading it.

She’s called open season on all Candians--not just soldiers, literally anybody. She’s calling for a full genocide. The church’s policy is, if you kill a Candian, your soul is saved. If you destroy Candian standing stones, your soul and your family’s souls are saved. It’s real chilling shit.

There’s been pushback from bishops and archbishops about the policy--obviously Candian ones but from other countries as well--saying that they can’t support this and please can she reconsider (they can’t really be more forceful than that without risking being killed themselves).

Calroy, sensing the way the wind is blowing, has sent out an official statement saying that he renounced his pagan ways and wants to be re-baptized into the Bulbian faith.

We learn that the reason the Pontifex is being difficult with Plumbeline about the technicalities of the Concord agreement and why it can’t just be back on is because she wants to stay in limbo for as long as possible so she has a chance to also call a crusade against the Meatlands--both for being so openly pagan and for the killing of Archbishop Raddica (mentioned in I think episode 3).

There was a lot of money that the crew ignored while looting last episode and that was money to be used to pay Meatlander mercenaries apparently.

Group Dynamics

So Calroy is kind of courting all three camps here. As I said before, he’s agreeing with the crusade and saying he wants to be baptized to court the church.

Cal is also saying to Ceresia that a crusade is needed to cleanse Candia and a new Concord could be formed if Ceresia were to conquer it and make it a part of Ceresia. Ciabatta in an intercepted letter says that Cal could possibly be governor of Candia as a province of Cersia--exactly what he wants.

Whenever Calroy talks about the new Concord, he mentions a Concordant *Empress* who could be anyone, which also gives Plumbeline what she wants. He’s basically like that Always Sunny clip about playing both sides so he always comes out on top.

Everyone is planning a meeting to talk about logistics and a new Concord and all that but Ciabatta doesn’t want to meet in Comida or Vegetania after the whole deal with his name being spoken and rejected by the Book of Leaves. Cal has opened Castle Candy as a meeting place.

The Pontifex is bringing Kerradin and guards to protect her and the Book of Leaves to make sure there’s no funny business happening (ie: Cal conspiring privately with Plumbeline or something).

And, to be clear, none of these people seem to like or trust each other. It’s all a matter of being able to use each other for mutual benefit. There’s lots of evidence of discord and resentment. [To that point, here is some very dope art.]

Misc.

The various baddies haven’t been able to figure out watersteel--it seems that Alfredi left something out of her notes and took the secret to her grave. They did figure out the bread constructs though as we saw last episode.

There are notes about the Sanctus Putris which is a church doctrine that runs counter to the Ramsian Doctrine and it says that to keep the Hungry One at bay, there has to be a certain level of rot in the world.

There is a letter between Onionpatch and the Sanctus Putris dudes saying that they have located the home of the SPF (the Ice Cream Temple) and will get there tomorrow (as in tmrw from their POV).

Finally, rumors of Rina are floating around and the policy is basically, “Who cares if she exists or if she’s legit or not? If you see her, kill her.” So Emily has gone from being a huge target to...being a huge target. That’s what happens when you play two heir apparents in a row.

And deep exhale. That was A Lot.

Gameplan

Joren thinks the best plan is to get all their armies together and publicly take the knee to Rina at Manylicks to help legitimize her. Ruby, again, is against this plan because it would mean, at least on paper, being on the same side as Ciabatta. Spearia gets where she’s coming from but says it’s just to get things settled and they can always leave the Concord again once they’re back in control.

Gooey brings up the meeting everyone is gonna be at and Liam suggests getting someone from the Meatlands there so they can force the Pontifex to say on the Book of Leaves that they’re her next target, winning them an ally. Rina pipes up that she has allies in the Meatlands so maybe she can help arrange that. Jawbreaker also wants to just spread the word that Rina exists to make things more politically complicated and give the Dairy Islands (and possibly the Meatlands) a legit reason to side with them/stop the Imperials since the Concord will be back on.

Rina, unprompted, says again that she doesn’t care about the throne, she’s just anti-Bulb and pro magic. Cara and Ruby kinda glance at each other while that is going on.

At this point, Jawbreaker is fully on board with her and toasts to her as queen. Liam warns her about the target on her back but she says she grew up abused by Bulbian nuns. She can handle herself. Cumulus also officially pledges the service of the Spinning Star monks to her. She’s just picking up allies left and right.

Anyway, Jawbreaker, Spearia, and the rescued townsfolk plan to go for Manylicks to rally the troops. Spearia asks for an escort so they send Jack and his sailors to protect them. Before they leave, Liam has a heart to heart with his dad about how war changes you and forcing yourself to be hard so others get to be soft in which Joren finally calls him the correct name.

Cumulus thinks that, if a crusade is happening, the monastery will be a big target so it makes sense for the monks to gather the artifacts and hang with Rina’s marauders for a bit. They also decide to disassemble the teleportation circle once they leave so they’re more secure.

Ruby and Amethar are up on the parapets of the monastery kinda doing that thing where you’re not fully talking but just being like, “*Huge Sigh*”/”Yeahhhhh” with someone you’re close to. Cara shows up and says she’s going with Jawbreaker and his people to Manylicks while the PCs go for the Ice Cream Temple. Ruby asks how long she’s known magic and Cara says Lazuli taught her. Ruby asks why she never taught them and Cara says she was going to when they matured but since they never did, she didn’t want to give them more tools to run away with. Ruby says maybe they wouldn’t have run away so much if she’d trusted them. Cara basically takes psychic damage from that and Rina, who is near enough that she can see what’s happening, catches her attention for some sympathetic eye contact because she knows what that feels like.

Amethar asks for a moment alone with Ruby and apologies for having been a bad dad. Ruby protests that he hasn’t been one but he insists that he has and says that he hasn’t known what to do to help her process Jet’s death. Ruby says it’s not his fault and there’s nothing he can do. The fact of the matter is she was never alone and now she’ll always be alone. Amethar says that’s not true. She won’t be alone because he’s there for her and Jet still is too, though in a different way. He can’t stand watching her push her friends away at every turn. He asks her to please, just be here with them. Ruby breaks down a little and says that she had to run away as the most important person in the world to her died and the only way she can even begin to live with that is by getting revenge. Oh don’t worry, Amethar says. They will be killing *all* of those people.

Sickly Sweet

The team to raid the Ice Cream Temple is comprised of the PCs plus Swifty, Jon Bon, and Gooey (who is having some mutually confusing dom/sub sexual tension with Theo which is a sentence I hate to type but posterity is the main goal here so I don’t have much of a choice now do I). They teleport as close as they can (the monks disassembling the teleportation mechanism once they get there) and then it’s still another 2-3 hours to get there. It’s very cold, like the Himalayas and everyone takes cold damage just by being there. Rina (Invisible) and Cumulus (tied to a rope held by Theo) are up front to try and keep everyone else from triggering traps as they walk up the steps.

They eventually come upon gates in front of an arch and a hallway with a huge locked doorway in front of it. And there is a symbol of a huge spoon in front of the door. Rina passes Winterscoop in front of it and it opens. They follow her down the hallway and Cumulus triggers a trap when he takes point but Rina, holding Winterscoop, learns that if she takes the lead, she auto-disarms the traps.

As they walk down the hall, Rina sees the eyes of the SPF and hears her voice in her head, “I can’t see you, but I know you’re here.” The SPF says the temple was made by those like her (Rina) but she (the SPF) is the only one who’s been there for quite some time and her pupils narrow to slits.

Amethar sees an image of Saphria who says, “Long way from home, brother,” before disappearing.

Because of how well lit the hallway is, Ruby currently has no shadow.

Liam, as they walk, smells a quick whiff of hot chocolate and cinnamon.

They get to the end of the hallway which branches off into three directions: there’s a staircase going up to a door (marked with the Sucrosi symbol for the SPF which Ruby recognizes because Laz shows up as a quick vision and tells her and Theo recognizes as having appeared in the sky before the battle that killed Laz--Rina also recognizes it and it is the SPF’s actual name, not one of her titles, so it seems possibly magically significant), to the right there’s some weird combo of illusion and conjuration magic which makes them think that there’s a combo of true things and tricks and like maybe some of the stuff they’ve been seeing out of the corners of their eyes as they’ve traveled would be there, and to the left there’s a locked door marked armory.

Ruby uses her thieves' tools and Mage Hand to get the armory door open and it turns out it’s actually a library (which everyone but Theo is disappointed about). Inside, they find a book in Bulbosi that’s filled with with ancient spirits of the other realms--the Jolly Giant, the Hamburger Helper, and (at Emily’s prompting) Wonder Bread. It’s basically a checklist of magical spirits from the other kingdoms that the church has destroyed and further proof that Candia isn’t more inherently magical than anyplace else. They’ve just fought to protect their magic.

On the last page, there’s again mention of the Dracoria Azucar with an inverted symbol of the SPF covered in spikes and surrounded by magic and then in the middle of the page a chocolate egg which Rina tells Liam is what they’re there for.

The book suddenly slams shut and flies away. Outside, they hear the door at the top of the stairs open. They get out and walk up the stairs into this chamber at the heart of the mountain. It's a massive room with huge icicles coming down, dim light, and a ton of mist. They're kind of on a platform suspended above a bunch of emptiness. In the middle, there's a tower of frozen ice cream scoops and at the center is a small opening. Surrounding it and floating around it are huge freezer burned ice cream cones and popsicles. At the top of the tower, frozen into it is a chocolate egg (a chocolate smear inside the ice indicating that it was incredibly hot).

The SPF appears in front of them in her cute glamour bearing the mended teacup, the note from Lapin, and the heartseed Liam left for Preston. She thanks them for coming and apologizes that she can’t bring Jet back but says now she can bring them to Jet. Ruby asks what that means and she suddenly sees figures in the mist--4 adult women with a younger adult woman along with a figure that looks like Amethar’s dad. There’s a brightly colored road made of illusory light going from where they are, down into the mist. The SPF says it’s a pure Candy-only place and she can take them there. The church means to burn everything sweet out of the world forever and this is the only way to keep them safe. She’s taken a lot of other spirits there already and everyone they’ve lost and love will be waiting for them and they’ll be together forever.

Amethar openly expresses suspicion at the SPF and the SPF says she’s only using the glamour to make them feel more comfortable. Rina says she’d like to see the SPF’s true form and the SPF says, “I bet you would,” seeming ticked off that she has Winterscoop. She compares Rina to Lazuli who wanted to take everything that made Candia special and let it get used and abused by the rabble (her opinion, not mine). Look how that turned out for the Jolly Giant and the Hamburger Helper.

Ruby, in Twinspeak, asks the misty figure of Jet, “Are you real?”

The Jet in the Mist (played by Emily who is on the spot drafted by Brennan to be Jet once again for this moment) says (with the knowledge to back it up), “It’s true, but I don’t know if it’s good.”

With that answer, Ruby gives the SPF a placid thanks but no. She’s grateful that she’s been protecting the magic of Candia but they need it now to keep Candia safe. The SPF says that that’s what she’s doing. If they go into the mist, they’ll be safe. No, says Ruby. If they go into the mist, they’ll be dead. The SPF doesn’t see a difference. Safe and dead? Safe and alive? To-may-to, To-mah-to.

“Are you mad at me?” the SPF asks, childlike.

“No,” Ruby says, evenly.

The SPF says she’s only ever tried to help. She sent Lapin to protect them even though she knew he’d die and they’d lose everything because she knew they wouldn’t come unless they lost everything.

Ruby pauses for a second that feels like ten minutes.

“Did you kill my sister?”

The SPF looks slightly sheepish. “Would you have come here if she was still alive?”

Ruby does the only thing she can do. She pulls her bow.

Looks like someone just jumped Ciabatta in her to-kill list everybody. See you next week!

Things I’m Concerned About

I mentioned this in an ask but I’m concerned Cara is about to pull a Cat’s in the Cradle--meaning, she keeps getting brushed off so I’m worried she’s gonna get really hurt and the PCs will suddenly care and it’ll be too late. This fear is based on nothing except what I would do to be mean to my players. I have a semi-similar fear about Rina but I’m gonna let that sit for a bit.

Ruby. Girl. I know what you’ve just been through but...girl. Please be smart here.

I never love a battle map you can fall off of. That always gives me anxiety--especially when your enemy can fly so it’s not equal footing so to speak.

I feel like “concerned” is a bit of a weak word to describe my feelings on a genocide but I named this section during episode 1 before I knew where things were going so yeah. Bad.

Everyone the group hates being in one place is hypothetically very good but also has the potential to be VERY bad depending on how it plays out.

I really wanna know what the Sanctus Putris is planning is to at the Temple. How aligned are they with the mainstream church? Their main tenant runs pretty counter to what they’re doing right now. Are they potential allies? Why would they be communicating with Onionpatch, known close confidant for the Pontifex? Were they trying to sway her with something there?

Five More Things

Woah! Oh man, that whole last scene with Ruby and the SPF? The music? The tension? The constant, calm No’s from Ruby until the SPF Said That and then the instant switch into Terminator mode? What a scene ender y’all! When I watched it again for this recap, I knew what was coming and it still bodied me. The immediacy with which Ruby/Siobhan grasped the, “This is death” thing was so impressive to me. I loved everything about that last 5 mins. So it seems like the SPF is the one who set up that letter. She might have been posing as Cara in that moment, or maybe it was a full illusion--that seems to be her school of magic. I knew this Fae was shady but man! Can you imagine the world where Lapin is still alive at this point? Would love to know his take on this.

There’s a bit I didn’t mention in the recap when they get back initially and Brennan tries to have the NPCs overrule the PCs on the cuteness levels of the corn monster from last ep that is so funny. Nothing like ganging up on the literal god of the universe you’re playing in. Also funny is him going, “No Zac, this is good,” when he starts listing out the other house spirits/brand names. Gotta love having a captive audience for your carefully constructed nonsense.

OK, so question. What exactly is Calroy’s plan with the church, huh? Because, you can get baptized all you want, you’re still cake my dude. Is he hoping they’ll let him, what? Die of old age while slaughtering his people? Yikes.

When Swifty opened his mouth the first time I was like, “Absolutely not,” but now I kind of love him?

So we learn in this ep that all other spirits get their powers from the Bulb or the Hungry One ultimately which is interesting conceptually. “Power is neutral except for how you use it,” is cool and also generally correct imo. Rina mentions the SPF, “Working with the Bulb” at some point and do you think she means the Bulb or the church? Because the Bulb is mindless but she doesn’t necessarily know that. And if she means the church that would also be wild considering what we learned this ep.

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #a crown of candy #a crown of candy spoilers #the royal report

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crowleyellestair · 5 years ago

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Desperate Times Call for Stealing Outfits - Jaskier

AN//// Ok, I’m obsessed with this outfit, and I know that this is worn in most of the fics I write, so, here we go

My part 3 is coming soon!

Masterlist

The hot water was physically relaxing to the bard, but it did little to ease his mind. Even looking over to Y/n, who laid on their shared bed, couldn’t silence his thoughts. She laid face down, her cheek smooshing against the hard cot. She tried to keep her eyes open and focused on him as she had been trying to get him to calm down.

While the sight of her, naked under the small towel that lazily wrapped around her, was a great deterrent, his mind couldn’t leave Geralt. He trusted the Witcher with his life, so the fact that his capability for keeping himself safe was being questioned frustrated the bard. Jaskier knew he’d be fine- the hunt was for a low level noonwraith, where’s the difficulty in that?

If Jaskier had anyone to blame for this line of worry, it would be Y/n herself, though she is trying to talk him down. Jaskier looked to her in any situation that logic is questioned, and since she brought it up, it worried him. She had noticed that the town seemed fine- lively, even, when they first showed up. There is a certain hatred the town holds for non-conformists, so it was odd that before the trio left, they received a job. Why would someone take a week to bring up the monster plaguing their town?

This got to the bard, and so there he sat, in the tub, questioning Geralt’s safety.

“Please, Jaskier. It was just an interesting thought. Correlation is not causation-.” Her entire sentence came out as one long sigh, cut off by a yawn. His hands picked at the wood of the tub’s rim, his eyes following the small ripples in the water’s surface.

“But that isn’t always true, is it. We aren’t sharing this room just because we have a mutual, brooding, unsafe friend. It’s because we’re in love.” His eyes flicked over to her, trying to emphasize his argument with a look, but he watched as a lazy smile spread. She had closed her eyes at that point, so his gaze was futile. It took a minute for her to respond, almost as if she was hearing him in slow motion. Y/n threw her hand up, pointing at him before dropping her hand back down just as fast and replying,

“Don’t forget the number one reason: Jaskier’s gorgeous bottom.” He rolled his eyes, but smiled. He quickly fell back into thought. He pushed out of the tub, snatching up the towel that wasn’t being used. He quickly rubbed himself down before finding an undershirt and pants. He looked decent enough to go out and find Geralt. Y/n had a great knowledge on alchemy, taking over Geralt’s need for replenishing magical items.

Jaskier quietly rifled through her alchemy bag, finding the wraith dust shot towards the bottom. He tiptoed over to her, looking down at her apparent sleeping form. To not disturb her, he didn’t reach for the blanket she laid on. Instead, he reached for his dark blue doublet he had planned to wear the next day, and placed it over her top half. Just in case she shifted in her sleep, she wouldn’t be chilly. Jaskier placed a kiss on her head before heading out.

When Y/n woke, the room was dim. The candles had burned down to nubs, and the steam the lifted from the water had long passed. Her hair was dry and little noise crept in from the recently filled tavern. Her body snapped into a sitting position, eyes flying to try and find her loving bard. He couldn’t be found, but she noticed her alchemy bag had its contents gently strewn about. Jaskier must not have wanted to make too much noise by putting things back. Y/n took quick inventory, realizing instantly that the only thing missing was a noonwraith weakness. She sighed, putting together that Jaskier must have followed Geralt after she fell asleep.

Y/n looked around, trying not to let worry seep into her mind. Jaskier could easily get lost in the woods, never finding their friend. Or maybe he could be injured, especially if she was right, and it was a trap for Geralt.

Stalking around the room, she couldn’t find clothes. Y/n had always brought in the most coin by selling elixirs and gambling with Gwent. She had no qualms with having an open purse if the boys needed some, and Jaskier must have sent their clothes to the wash. Normally, it would be fine, but Y/n had run out of extra clothes other than her nightgown. As much as she was willing to go hunt the men, and maybe a wraith, in just that, Jaskier’s worries started to gnaw at her. Maybe she was right? It was just something she noticed, and her love for pollical conspiracy sometimes mixed with normal, harmless observations, which gave birth to her thoughts. Jaskier worrying and his absence threw her into a frenzy.

The only clothes around was Jaskier’s, and she threw the dark blue trousers on hastily. While his pants were tight for him, they were way too long and somewhat baggy on her. She laced the top of them just under her breasts, and she rolled up the ends, tucking them into her boots. Y/n couldn’t find his undershirt, so she settled for his doublet. The sleeves were too long, but rolling them up seemed difficult. The red triangle patterns mixed with the yellow slits looked nice, and she stopped to appreciate it for a moment. Jaskier might not know how to fight, but he does know how to find fine clothing. Y/n knotted the coat closed, but Jaskier had fiddled with the top section of them. Damn his need to show off his chest hair- even if she did love it. The valley between her breasts were left to be shown off to any onlookers, and her collarbone quickly got cold.

She thought herself foolish, but desperate times came desperate measures. Throwing her quiver and bow over her shoulder, she made her way into the forest.

Y/n wasn’t great with tracking, her never really having a need to giving her a good excuse. Luckily, after walking a while in the direction she thought were fresh footprints, she heard Jaskier. Geralt must have been upset for him showing up, and she took off running towards her bard’s retorts.

She pushed through a bush line, straight into the wall of Geralt. Her body bounced off his chest, but his hands shot out to steady her. Her eyes flicked between the two, trying to evaluate for injuries.

“You two are okay?” Her breath came out in heavy puffs from running and relief. Her hands left Geralt’s arms before running over Jaskier, trying to feel for anything wet. “You two are okay!” Y/n let out a hearty laugh, pointing at Jaskier. The sleeve engulfed her hand, only her pointer finger popping out. She wagged it at him before her laughter died down. “You got to me with your worrying.” Her smile fell before cuffing the side of his head. “If you ever leave without telling me that you’re blindly running into danger, I will follow you like I did today, and kill you myself. What if I was right? What the hell were you to do then? That wraith bomb won’t be very effective against a person.” What she heard next was something she hadn’t expected. Geralt’s gruff voice was full of humor as he asks,

“Why are you wearing Jaskier’s clothes.” Y/n blushed a little as she looked down at herself. She met his gaze, popping her hip and placing her hands on them. She tried to give an intimidating aura, but the sleeves bent, and her hands couldn’t be seen. The puff of the sleeves swallowing her neck, so her illusion was ruined.

“My clothes are being washed. Would you rather I wait if you were in danger?” She watched as his gaze raked her form before a smirk appeared upon him. His gaze left hers to look at the bard.

“At least we found someone who can actually pull the outfit off.” He looked back at her, giving off what she thought was an approving hum, and continued walking back to the town. Jaskier scoffed at his remark before looking down at her.

“He, although rude,” He yelled before quieting his tone, “is right. You look…ravishing. This is doing something to me.” A finger of his hooks itself on the top knot, popping it while staring into her gaze.

“Sadly, nothing could fill these trousers out like you do.” She winked, but the blush spread, and she leaned in to steal a kiss.

“Well, we can certainly take them off.”

#jaskier imagine #jaskier x reader #dandelion x reader #witcher imagine

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snowdice · 5 years ago

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The Things We Never Mentioned (Part 2 of 3)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan/Patton

Characters: Logan, Patton, Remy

Summary:

“Believe it or not, academia and relationships are not mutually exclusive.” That was likely true, Logan knew. It was also not the problem.

The problem was his ability to move things with his mind, a blue suit he kept in his bag, and the mountains of red files he kept hidden in his apartment. No one knew that Logan was Bluebird, the cities resident superhero. He hadn’t even told his parents and he wasn’t planning on doing so. Sharing such a secret with anyone was a danger to everyone involved. He refused to do so.

At the same time, he knew that starting a romantic relationship with anyone who didn’t know the truth, was unfair to that person. Inevitably they would find out and there would be a disastrous fallout, but beyond that, starting a relationship on a foundation of lies was a horribly cruel thing to do to another person.

These two conflicting rules Logan followed had never posed an issue for him before recently, but…

But he did like Patton.

This is a three-shot dealing with events set before my story Sometimes Labels Fail set about a month and a half after the mini fics A Coffee Shop Meet Cute and A Coffee Shop Incident Report.

Notes: Superhero AU, Surgery, Medical Procedures

Fair warning, I found while writing this that I actually have no idea how emergency surgery works and so had to boldly guess.

Things to not have be your last line of a chapter if you’re an Emergency Room surgeon “I’ll, um, see you later. Probably not today, but later.”

Things to not have be your last line of a chapter if you’re a secret superhero “Somebody kill me.”

Part 1

It was calm night at work. Which, Remy thought with a wince, was probably not a good thing to think when one worked in an ER. He’d definitely just jinxed it. If some vengeful god decided to crash a bus of innocent people because Remy dared to have the thought that it was a slow night, then that god was an asshole and Remy refused to feel guilty about it.

Remy had only been working in this ER for a few months, but he’d already gotten a feel for how things worked on most nights. It was only about 9pm, but Remy knew he had a long night ahead of him and there was a nice break in his duties, so he was gallivanting off to the break room to snag himself a cup of coffee (the break room coffee was horrible, but it was a necessity) when the city alarms went off.

Most places had televisions set up so people could see the drama unfolding when supervillains attacked the city, but the Emergency Room had one in just about every room that staff frequented which were linked with the alarms so they turned on automatically when the alarm sounded. The staff had to be prepared for the possible influx of patients after all. So, Remy got a first-row seat to the newest super powered fist fight.

The scene on the screen was a fight between two very well-known supers. The villain, Telemonger had been around for almost a decade at this point. She had telekinesis and had a tendency to show up to cities and rain down destruction. She was an A level B in Remy’s book.

The hero, Bluebird, had the same powers but was much newer. He’d only been on the scene for a little over two years, but he was pretty good and had a good standing in the city he protected. People loved him. Beyond the fact that statistically the body counts when he was the one fighting were the lowest in the country, he also just seemed like an okay dude to most people, Remy included. Superheroes weren’t always as heroic as people would wish and sometimes it seemed like they were more going out for notoriety than a desire to help people. Bluebird, on the other hand, didn’t seem to give a flying fuck about statues, keys to the city, hero turf wars, or publicity stunts. Remy could respect that.

So, someone might forgive the nurse if he felt a little nervous about the fight where for most matchups, he’d just be eating popcorn and hoping civilians didn’t die.

They were on the outskirts of the city near the six-lane highway coming into town, both hovering only slightly off the ground and facing each other. The cause of the conflict was clear. There was a passenger train hovering over Telemonger’s head. There wasn’t a train track anywhere near that location, so Remy imagined the people on that train were having quite the fucking day. Bluebird was clearly saying something to her, but this part of town wasn’t set up for this sort of drama and news casters were desperately trying to get the cameras and the long distant microphones working so Remy couldn’t understand what he was saying.

He did, however, very easily understand the response.

She tossed the train right toward the highway. It slowed in midair and stopped only a few feet from crashing on top of the turbine interchange. Remy winced in sympathy. He had never used telekinetic powers himself, but he knew enough theory. Bluebird was strong and had clear potential to get stronger, but he was relatively unpracticed and that had to be quite the strain. While he was distracted, Telemonger sent a piece of concrete directly at his unprotected stomach. He was bowled over by it. Remy could see the train shudder in the air, but somehow it remained there instead of crushing the cars beneath it. Telemonger waved her arm at his face and there was nothing the eye could see, but by the way Bluebird went careening backwards onto the ground, Remy could guess the strength of the hit. The train still didn’t fall though, and she landed to stalk forward toward him with focused intensity.

Oh, Remy realized with sudden clarity. She was here for Bluebird, wasn’t she? This was targeted. As Remy said, he had clear potential and a hero’s will. She was here to nip that in the bud. She didn’t give two shits about the civilians. They were tools for her to get to Bluebird because she knew they weren’t tools to him.

Bluebird suddenly shot straight up in the air flying fast enough that the cameras set to focus on him couldn’t track him. The train was jerked up suddenly and moved a good distance away from the highway over a field before being let down gently.

Telemonger chased after him, tossing ripped up concrete and other objects at him while he did his best to dodge. One he managed to catch as it zoomed by him and redirect in a circle to whip back at her. She just barely dodged. She appeared to grow frustrated with that and spread out her arms before clapping her hands hard in a move Remy recognized from news casts. A wave of force slammed into Bluebird, but Bluebird did something Remy and surely Telemonger had not been expecting. Instead of getting distracted cushioning his own fall, his own hand lashed out and, distracted, she went flying. Telemonger’s head slammed against one of the interstate ramps and she fell. She did not get up.

It had been a decision, clear as day. Remy could see it. She could have easily won that fight and when she did, she would have hurt people. Bluebird had seen an opportunity to take her out. He took it.

Bluebird hit the ground, probably not with as much impact as a person without powers would have, but with more force than someone who could fly should have. He also didn’t move after he hit.

It felt like the whole hospital, no, the whole city, went silent for a long moment.

Then, pandemonium.

People started rushing every which way, preparing for the inevitable conclusion of what was still happening on screen as first responders scrambled onto the scene. Remy hadn’t been here long enough to know what to do in this sort of situation and ended up just allowing himself to be pushed out of the way as things were prepped. Somehow all of that pushing managed to get him right smack dab in the middle of everything.

“You!” one of the higher ups said pointing to him. “In trauma room 2. They need a nurse. Now.” And Remy was definitely not going to argue right now. He scrambled to obey.

When he’d gotten in the correct outerwear and washed his hands, he entered the room. There were a couple of people already in the room that Remy vaguely recognized. There was an anesthesiologist and a surgical tech prepping the room as well as a surgeon. He’d met the surgeon once when he’d given Remy a cookie a couple months before. By reputation, Remy knew that, despite being pretty young, barely older than Remy himself, he was probably one of the best surgeons in the emergency room that night.

“Good,” Dr. Sanders said when he saw Remy come in. He did not look like the friendly, bubbly man who had offered Remy food and a smile. He looked serious, calm, and ready for whatever life could throw at him. “If he’s conscious at all when he gets here, get any information you can,” he told Remy and oh, oh shit. Was this what Remy thought this was?

Well, he couldn’t chicken out now.

He nodded at the doctor and the doctor nodded back before turning to the surgical tech and continuing to help prep everything right.

It was probably less than a minute later when the patient arrived. Bluebird was wheeled in by two other nurses and someone who seemed to be a first responder judging by the uniform.

“I’m with the mask,” the first responder said. She was an older lady with a serious face.

“Get washed up in there,” Dr. Sanders said pointing, “there’s scrubs and a window. Everyone else non-essential out.”

She nodded and rushed over to the indicated room. Being ‘with the mask’ meant she was one of the first people on the scene and was responsible for making sure the superhero wouldn’t be unmasked in medical procedures. It was called the masking courtesy and while all medical professionals were supposed to adhere to it, not everyone could be trusted to do so. She’d made the choice to take on the legal responsibility to protect Bluebird’s identity until such a time as he could make decisions himself or was dead.

Oh god. Remy really hoped not dead. The bitch had probably just saved the city from being razed down and eaten pavement for his efforts. Remy didn’t particularly want to watch him die after that.

He could feel the first responder’s eyes drilling into his back as he approached Bluebird, and he very carefully kept his hands far away from his face and in view of the window. Bluebird’s eyes flickered to him when Remy leaned over him a bit. He was still conscious, but it seemed just barely. “Hey buddy,” Remy said. “We’re going to let you sleep in a minute, but I need you to stay awake for me for just a bit. We don’t have any medical history for obvious reasons and I’m not going to ask you who you are, but is there anything we need to know? Allergies, blood conditions, stuff like that?”

Bluebird thought about it for a long moment and Remy wasn’t sure if he was going to get a response. “No,” he finally gritted out, his voice clearly pained.

“Okay that’s good. We’re going to take care of all of that okay. We’ll fix you up. You know what’s happening? We’re going to have to do some surgery”

“Yes,” he said. “You have my permission.”

“Okay, good, that’s good,” Remy said. Apparently, those words had taken a lot out of him because his eyes started to drift closed. “Hey, hey, come back for a sec. Do you know your blood type?”

There was a slow blink and his eyes didn’t focus, but he still said, “A positive.”

“Possible drugs in your system?”

No response. He was still awake, but he wasn’t fully aware.

“Hey buddy, stay with me.”

“…No.”

“A DNR?”

“No.”

The first responder had gotten all washed up and was in scrubs. She came back over to them. Remy gave her a tight nod. “I think we’re good to go,” Remy said. At least as much as they could be.

“We’re going to get you started on some pain meds now,” the anesthesiologist told Bluebird. He made a sound in response to the new voice, but he seemed to not be quite all there anymore even before the drugs started to hit his system.

Dr. Sanders finished whatever prep he’d been doing and came back over to lean over and address the superhero. “Hello I-” but he was interrupted when Bluebird’s eyes managed to focus on his face

“Patton?” Bluebird slurred, eyebrows crinkling in confusion as he blinked up blearily. “Why are you a doctor?”

Dr. Sanders went still. Remy went still. Everyone in the room went still. He didn’t know, clearly, Remy thought. Whoever the man was behind the mask, Dr. Sanders knew him, but he didn’t know he knew him.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the heart monitor.

“This,” Dr. Sanders said softly, but there was something hard and deadly in his tone, “never leaves this room.” He looked up and met each of their eyes one by one. “If it does, I will personally make sure your life is ruined.” Remy believed him.

The anesthesiologist nodded, fear in her eyes and Remy followed suit along with the surgical tech. The first responder pressed her lips together and inclined her head. Dr. Sanders took a breath to steel himself. “Then we have a surgery to perform.”

No one in that room ever said a word about that night to each other or anyone else (at least not for many, many years and even then it was only Remy and the surgeon with the superhero himself in the room). Yet, Remy found himself eating lunch with the surgical tech often over the years to come and always got a birthday card from the anesthesiologist once she’d moved away. They all showed up at the first responder’s retirement party a few years later and her funeral a few years after that. As for the man who was called “Patton” by a man in a mask that night, well, Remy would find, he ended up knowing him very well.

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chapter fifteen

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As a successful songwriter, you want nothing more than the acknowledgment that the chart-topping musical pieces are your own creations. But contracts, relationships, and the difficulty of facing the stakes involved head on, keep your mouth shut until pressure builds too much.

Pairing(s): Park Jimin x Y/N, Min Yoongi x Y/N

disclaimer: any characters depicted do not represent the actual personality of the respected idol in real life.

Series warning(s)/genre(s): Chapter-based written fic, Slow-burn relationship(s), Fake-dating, Unrequited love, Songwriter/producer!oc, idol!Jimin, idol/songwriter/producer!Yoongi, friends with benefits, drama, romance, smut, angst, fluff (updated as needed)

Chapter warning(s): invasion of privacy (pictures), and non-violent stalking (fans following celebrity type) ; sorry this chapter starts one way and ends on a 180 from it asldkjfjkvkn

Word count: 5269

if you enjoy please, please let me know!

The room’s motion slows following your admission. You use the idea of time ceasing momentarily to rationalize Yoongi’s hand enveloping your own as the statement lingers in the cool air. Unable to avert your gaze, you wait for a return of passing seconds, knowing that this could be the last instance of Yoongi’s irises seemingly sparkling as he views you. When motion continues and the push of gravity tries to collapse your spoken feelings, it’s within his choice of reciprocation to let them fall or not.

But his grip on your hand remains, tightening with a lapsing squeeze. Alerting your senses that the seconds indeed flow still, you are also left to realize that you can still feel Yoongi’s warming existence clutching onto yours. Within the confines of his psyche exists the response, one that your heart has yet to accelerate in anticipation for. Maybe because of the natural lullaby composing Yoongi’s ambiance, maybe because he never heard you to begin with.

Just as you start to believe you had only mouthed the words, a reactionary beat pounds in your chest, because all of the shock you expected to find on his face becomes a serendipitous veil of light instead.

“You do?”

The verbal inquisition for you to again speak your feelings is mentally fluttering. The heat demanding to escape into your complexion nearly busts out from the idea of repeating, because your head caught up and you’re ready to toss logic the control of your tongue so you don’t ramble more of your emotions as you discover them.

“Yeah.” Is all that you can manage, flourishing the bashfulness in the single word by how your hand squeezes tightly around Yoongi’s in suspense. Like peeling back a layer, you feel utterly exposed, unworried of misuse in regards to your feelings, because you trust him to in one way or another act gently, but with your arms growing cold under the touch of the air conditioning, you hope his stupor will come to a conclusion sooner than the eternity it feels to be.

A relaxed, disbelieving chuckle escapes Yoongi’s lips as he breaks the gaze shared. His free hand sheepishly rubs along his neck, and there’s a noticeable quirk in his shoulder that assures you he’s lost in thought of a reply.

“Without realizing…” Yoongi mumbles, finding himself shifting his hand around yours so that the fingers can puzzle together. Coloring your view of him in the sunset of hours earlier, he meets your eyes once more with a small smile to match. He feels safe; unwilling to disconnect from your hand, you think as your heart thumps loudly to the idea and pink speckles your expression. “You never noticed until now,” He says and for a split second you feel embarrassed for not, but Yoongi’s gentle laughter carries out your fondness for him instead. “I don’t think I did either, angel.”

While your eyes blink to verify the reality of the situation before you, your chest swells, and lips part to speak but it takes a moment before they manage to. “Wait, you do? You,” Biting down on your front lip to try and contain your thrill, you settle due to Yoongi’s growing smile. “You mean it?”

Yoongi nods his head, chuckling as you cover your mouth with a hand. Clearly taking a little bit to process the rapid changes, you find words of disbelief repeating inside of your mind while your eyes drift, only to return by the feeling of Yoongi’s hands gently nudging back your shielding grip over your parted lips. He cups your cheek, angling your face to look up towards him again as the space between your bodies dissipates.

“Yeah, I mean it… I’m sure for awhile now, but,” He shrugs sheepishly, finding himself lost in the serenity of your mutually expressed feelings shared and the fact that you have both been so oblivious to the fact. “I guess I didn’t realize it until earlier.”

The blush attempting to creep onto your skin pauses as your memory recollects his actions in the lobby earlier. The absent, dismayed expression followed by a curt leave. Your eyes go wide seeing it now in clarity,

“Wait, about Jimin? I’m sorry,” You start frantically, frowning as you recall how senseless the whole thing was in retrospect. Though you don’t necessarily regret lending an ear to Jimin, especially considering how it turned out, you feel bad that you didn’t properly convey why you did so in the moment, and instead left Yoongi caught in the confusion of it all. “I should’ve explained better-”

“No, don’t worry about it.” Yoongi shakes his head, thumb gently stroking your cheek. Somewhat bashfully he murmurs, “Like Hoseok said, I was just jealous, I guess-- I should’ve known better-”

“Why would you know better?” You huff, unwilling to let Yoongi take the blame for this when there’s no way he can read your mind and understand your feelings when even you weren’t completely aware of their romantic erasure towards Jimin at that time either. “Yoon, I messed up. I did, but I really like you,” You talk with a lifting voice, quickly trying to shovel out the words as Yoongi’s face grows quaintly surprised at your reiteration, “Just you. I,” You bite your lips feeling the flood of heat along the back of your neck, looking on at his blossoming smile. “I’m sorry if I hurt you at all.”

“Not worth an apology, angel.” Carefully his voice alleviates your little worry and you’re aware of the few short inches of space between you as he needs to use barely any volume for the words to wrap around your senses. Your chest feels the flutters like a summer breeze, knowing full well that Yoongi is so close, and slowly closer. Neck arching upwards to accommodate the travel of his face to yours, travel extending so close that the shadow cast on your lips is near tangible, but your hand suddenly clutches on his chest.

“I’m sorry,” You say quietly, as he halts. Practically nothing inside of you wanted to stop him, but that singed memory in your brain is strong enough to react against the rest of yourself. Yoongi’s eyes are very gentle, not at all upset that you stopped him from finding your lips, and he’ll say apologizes aren’t needed.

But you don’t want him to, you don’t want to linger longer in the havenlike idea of mutual reciprocation, because there is an aspect of a new relationship that feels more pressing than the bliss. You can remember the way tears in the past stung so much, and you’re unwilling to let yourself find yourself walking down the same path towards him. Your voice feels small, like the line you stand on can go in either direction with the faintest nudge so it is difficult to speak the issue, “I didn’t want to stop you-- I just,” Nervously the words swallow back down trying to escape. You don’t know why the words are holding back, but Yoongi’s hand in yours squeezes slightly, alerting you to look up at him. Telling you there’s no reason to feel rushed. “I can’t have a relationship like my last one, Yoongi-- Maybe it’s kind of selfish, but I don’t want to be with you if it’s just hidden, or casual-- I can’t do that again.”

The glimpse of how truly disastrous the conditions of your last relationship left you encompasses your tone, revealing a very valid concern that Yoongi had not considered remaining. Simply because the thought of future relationships for you were not a priority to his own wonders about what is to come for you, instead the business aspects have been so persistently worrying him. Perhaps also a reason for never quite noticing a change in his perception towards you. However, as the point stands in the space between you both, he doesn’t find anything changing in what he wants,

“Y/N, I don’t intend to hide anything about being with you.” Yoongi speaks clearly, every word spoken as though the option of anything less does not exist. Because it truly hasn’t crossed Yoongi’s mind that he would guide the relationship towards secrecy, or avoid labeling it altogether. He wants the connection visible. “And, angel, everyone already thinks we’re dating.”

“But to our friends-- people who actually know us.” The hand gripping softly on his shirt releases tension, while you grow relaxed with every word. Beyond disbelieving, you just feel happy that there’s instantaneous acceptance-- statements proving that Yoongi cares about you.

“I’d love to tell them.” He smiles, releasing your hand as you pull it away to find purchase on his shoulder while your other does the same. “I want to be with you, sweetie-- I didn’t think we were getting into anything less if I’m honest with you.”

Yoongi listens to your little bits of chuckles at his words, finding the bashfully bloomed smile incredibly endearing. When the hand cupping your cheek strokes your hair back from your face, you tense in anticipation yet completely contentment. As though everything is set out acceptably, there’s an erasure of worry in your mind, caring about nothing more than the familiar and assuring glow of Yoongi’s eyes.

“Can I, angel?” He asks sincerely, reacting in tune with your gradual nod as he leans towards you.

“Be my boyfriend, you mean?”

The corner of his lips curl into a humored smirk at your tiny teasing comment barely fitting into the space between your mouths, that gives Yoongi just enough time to curtly play along, “That too.”

Slotting his lips softly against your smile, Yoongi lets his hands fall away to hold a shadowing touch on your waist. You pull him slightly closer by his shoulders, deepening the kiss with passing seconds, but it remains new and delicate. No wants of exuberating into something ravenous, but instead your lips press against one another like a sweet exploration, diverging mutually after a calm minute.

Yoongi finds his eyes revelling in the appearance of your lips parted to take small breaths, then glancing towards your eyes in the newness brought on my the moment. How naturally it felt, and continues feeling when your hand cups his face to lead him back into another kiss for no other reason than enjoyment.

A ringtone startles you both into ceasing. You drop your hand from Yoongi’s face to reach for it, while his hands roam to encircle your back, keeping you in the loose ring of his arms. You spot the familiar contact picture set for Namjoon and resist a sigh from concern that unwittingly filled a piece of your stomach. “Going to answer?”

“Yeah, I should.” You say begrudgingly as you lay your forehead against Yoongi’s chest, smiling softly at his immediate chuckles from your slightly dismayed disposition. “Joon, what’s up-”

“Hey, you never replied to the group chat!” Namjoon’s frustrated voice rings through your ear and makes your eyes grow wide at the realization. “The music sounds great, but what the hell happened for you to do that? And have you seen the response online?”

“No,” You say quickly, stepping from Yoongi as fret furrows in your brows at the last question. Yoongi frowns while his arms drop to his sides, having heard what Namjoon asked you because of his voice’s volume. “Sorry, I just wanted to tell you and some other stuff happened and I never got around to replying.”

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense. I just got worried because-- well, I don’t need to tell you this is a big deal, I’m sure you know.”

You watch as Yoongi walks to the coffee table to retrieve his phone, realizing he intends to look for any messages as well, and maybe check online. “Wait, Yoon-” He looks over to you as you wave a signaling no with your hand and continue rambling back to Namjoon. “Yeah, Joon, I know it’s a big deal. I’m sorry I forgot to reply, but I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, okay? Sorry, I need to go though.”

“Are you okay?”

“One hundred percent,” Yoongi raises his eyebrow at your words despite the opposing expression on your face. The notice of this fact makes you roll your eyes at him. “I’m with Yoongi is all, so I’m sort of busy-”

“Oh, you don’t have to explain anything else.” Namjoon says curtly, and from the sound of his voice, you believe him to be smiling as well.

“What does that mean-”

“Don’t mind me; I’ll see you tomorrow like you say. Tell him I said hi. And now I’m telling you bye.”

The line goes dead as you narrow your eyes baffled by Namjoon’s instantaneous change of mood in the course of the short conversation. Yoongi notices, pouting his lips curiously as you shake your head walking over to him, “He’s crazy,” You sit on the couch, dropping your phone beside yourself while Yoongi sits beside you. “Oh, he says hi, by the way.”

“Nice of him,” Yoongi chuckles, then tilts his head, “What were you trying to say to me on the phone with him?”

“I just thought you were going to look on the internet about the songs.” You admit, pulling your legs up on the couch to sit criss cross. Yoongi shrugs, silently admitting that he intended to. “I don’t know, I guess I’m really nervous about it,” You say glancing to your lap, where Yoongi outstretches a hand for you to hold as you go on. Gently fiddling with his fingers and knuckles you look back up at him, “I was going to wait until tomorrow-- Yerin hasn’t tried calling me, so I figure she’ll definitely say something about everything tomorrow. I’d rather just wait.” You finish with a shrug, watching Yoongi nod his head slowly in contemplation of your words.

“I think you’re the first person I’ve worked with who wants to put off looking at the reception.” He admits smiling, catching your hands in a grip as you turn to look at him with a pout. “I don’t mean anything by it. You’re right, I’m sure we’ll know tomorrow anyways.”

You slump back into the cushion, pulling your hands free from his to rub your hair back, playing over the two ways the songs could go over in the public.

Undoubtedly streamed to an extent, but whether the reception is to from infamy or enjoyment is open to speculation. Whenever the public relationship between you and Yoongi pricks into the list of considerations, you feel a pit growing in your stomach. With no credentials to give reason for why he would collaborate other than you being his girlfriend, the public’s perception of you is not likely to be favorable. Even those uncaring of his romantic relationships have a likelihood of being skeptical of you, a random person unassociated with the music industry, to be praised from the songs.

“By the way, did you ever eat dinner?” Yoongi asks as he sits further back into the couch. You stare at him for a short moment before your lips tighten into a line while the fact that your stomach is empty clouds over your head. He laughs at your reaction and lets himself fall into the cushion as you very gently shove him with a hand. “I didn’t either. Was too busy being sad and ranting to Hoseok-”

“Oh, please,” You snort, rolling your eyes at the melodramatic tone he speaks in. Yoongi reaches for your arm, pulling you towards him. You comply, shifting so that you rest comfortably on his chest while he brings his legs beneath yours on the couch. “You were just sad you couldn’t get the pork belly.”

“With you.” Your face scrunches at the small, overly melodic way he speaks, and a lack of smile. Clearly more interested in making you roll your eyes, but you don’t give it to him. Instead you take your leverage to press a quick peck against his cheek, watching Yoongi’s eyes grow wide in reaction along with his lips parting in surprise. You’re clutched against his body before you can make a remark, giggling into his collarbone as Yoongi hides away his flustering cheeks. “I’m ordering barbeque delivery and you can’t stop me.”

---

Namjoon wipes a small towel on the shiny glass in his hand, eyes stern as he stares at you. Because of this occurring for the past few minutes that you’ve been sitting in the usual stool across from him, you simply return a stare without much expression at all. Waiting silently for Seokjin to rush down from his apartment blocks away, you agreed to Namjoon halting your story with reasoning that you wouldn’t have to explain twice if you both texted Seokjin to come.

“Your look is anything but menacing, Joon.” You tell him, hand cupping your chin as you lean over the bartop. You take a sip of your iced tea that is a seasonal creation he asked you to finally try upon arrival.

“You’re wrong; I’m sure you feel guilty for making me worry for at least twenty minutes yesterday.”

“Just twenty minutes?”

“Well, it’s not like I thought someone killed you-”

“I’m here!” Seokjin bursts through the doors, starling a nearby occupied table of younger people who entered after you. “Please tell me you saved the gossip for me-”

“It’s not gossip, it’s my life!” You shake your head, eyes narrowed with no severity as Seokjin takes the seat beside you. Removing his sunglasses, he rolls his eyes, resting an elbow casually on the bartop so he can face you,

“Your gossip life.” He simply says, smiling gently when you just huff and take another long drink of tea. “You’ve looked at the streaming website’s trending songs, right?”

“Yeah,” A murmur falls from your lips as your eyes mindlessly follow ice floating in your drink.Your lips curl upwards, glancing to Seokjin’s still present grin then to Namjoon whose stare is now warm highlighting the proud smile of his own. “They’re all at the top.”

“Because they should be. They’re really good, you and Yoongi did a great job working on them.” Namjoon’s arms unfold from his front, palms going flat on the bar as he continues much more relieved, “I’m glad you released them after all. It’s what you’ve always wanted, Y/N.”

“Joon, you’re going to make me cry.” You admit as you cover your face with your hands, ignoring Seokjin’s sudden laughter to your trembled words. He pats your arm, gently swaying you while speaking as well,

“You know, I bet the songs are going to end up playing around town-- I’ll play them in the club too. The second one is a good tempo for it.” His arm falls from you as you shift on the stool to face Seokjin’s happy expression for you. “Maybe you’ll get other artists asking for you to work with them too.”

“That’s too far to think about, right now.” You admit as a way to keep level, though you can’t say the prospect doesn’t fill you with excitement. “But the timing was really good to release them since I’m about to be jobless.”

“Speaking of,” Namjoon speaks up, causing you both to look at him in bewilderment wondering how that phrasing prompted a thought. “Did you hear anything from your company?”

You shake your head slowly, not verbally responding as you consider the fact. When you woke up, you expected to find alerts of missed calls and emails requesting you to go in for a meeting like before. Instead there was only your friend group chat inquiring for you to meet up at the cafe as you ended up doing. Even on Yoongi’s side there was no communication from anyone minor, much less Yerin herself to ask him what he thought he was doing.

“I haven’t really looked at any comments or news articles about it either.” You bite your lip, thumbs rubbing trails in the condensation coating your forgotten drink. “I’m too nervous. I was going to with Yoongi later on when he’s done working.” At the memory of Yoongi and you, you glance back up, intending to give that last tidbit of shocking news. Finding Namjoon’s eyes blankly looking towards the bartop, lips pensively contorted into a line, you find the thought disappearing, then turn to Seokjin. As you take in his equally shifted disposition, leaned with his chin on his palm, sitting quietly, you frown. “What?”

Namjoon’s shoulders tense from his stupor, finally acknowledging your inquisitive and minorly nervous glances between the two. He shrugs, opening his mouth, but pauses again to instead rub his neck. Considering the things he intends to say, Namjoon feels almost more comfortable sitting in the silence rather than disrupt the peaceful and celebratory chatter. Seokjin speaks up instead,

“I think a lot of people are so shocked by it that they’re reacting pretty,” He narrows his eyebrows in thought of a particular word, but eventually just blurts, “Selfishly, honestly.”

Your hands curl on the bartop, and in the realization of their implied reactions to the public’s commentary on the released tracks you become more aware of your increasing heartbeat. Swallowing thickly, you just nod and look back at your drink, wondering how bad the extent of the reception is if they’re both so at a loss for words on describing it. If they’re both unable to tell you that the good comments overwhelm the negativity, then clearly that would show what people currently think of the music isn’t favorable towards you. But what about Yoongi.

“I expected that,” You say softly, with your hands tightened into frustrated fists. “I think I did at least anyways.” Though with how much rides on the success of the music, you did want to grasp tightly at optimism that you were overreacting with how much backlash there would be. “At least if it stays bad, Yoongi has a well-established reputation to fall back onto for himself.”

“Did he worry about his reputation when you asked him to release the music?” Seokjin asks, as Namjoon shifts to look beyond you both towards the various patrons, and a small new group entering. You shake your head, sitting upright to reply quickly,

“No, I didn’t ask him to; he asked me to.”

“Really?” Namjoon’s head snaps back at you, surprise in widening eyes.

“Well, yeah. I never thought we’d release it when we made them. It was just for fun, but he wanted to. I’m sure to help me out more than anything.” You rub your neck, playing the scene back in your head and tripping in wonder of if you two should have in the end. Ultimately, it doesn’t feel fair to let him risk so much just to give you exposure. Even if he did think the outcomes over, you can’t settle in the idea that it is wholly right for you to latch onto a platform Yoongi spent years building for himself.

“You’ve both gotten pretty close.” Namjoon says quietly, thoughtful in memory of the different instances you used to tell him about sour interactions between you and Yoongi early on in the company merger.

“We’re together.”

Seokjin squints at you, confused if he heard the casually spoken mumble, but finds pink speckling your expression. His eyes widen and he looks at Namjoon’s whose mouth is parted in disbelief. Baffled, Seokjin jumbles a response in a hushed exclamation, “Actually together?”

“Dating?” Namjoon seeks clarification as well, then covers his mouth with his hand as you start nodding in a quick short burst. “Oh, shit-- no wonder you didn’t text us back all day yesterday.”

“That’s what you’re focusing on still.” You get out in a higher tone, rubbing your shoulder to alleviate some of the bashfulness appearing on your person because of the topic. “Yeah, that’s why-- sort of. I also talked to Jimin-”

“Jimin?” You refrain from rolling your eyes at the instantaneous interruption from Namjoon including an unabashed scowl. “Why? He always ends up making you feel like crap-”

The three of you startle with a burst of light. With tense shoulders, you and Seokjin look behind you on your seats while Namjoon muffled a curse beneath his breath as he rubs his eyes from the overexposure. One of the people from the group that entered right after you appears shocked, but overcomes it after a delayed smack on the shoulder from a friend and scrambles to put his aimed phone away. In confusion, you just analyze the oddness of their action and now nervous shifting at their tables.

“Did you take a picture of her?” You turn your head to Seokjin at his firm question. With an intense glower he keeps his attention on the young group, and when the wonder on why he assumes that comes to your mind, you find your throat grown dry. You look back at the group, as the phone holder quickly shakes his head. “The flash points at us and not any of you.”

“Y/N,” Your shoulder trembles as Namjoon gently lays a hand on your forearm. Facing him as Seokjin continues to irritably stare at the group, Namjoon leans towards you, voice remaining muted, “I’m pretty sure that other group of kids that came in are here because of you too.”

“What?” You blurt, going to look at what he meant, but Namjoon grip tightens slightly to keep your eyes directed on him.

“Listen, I bet it’s because of the songs and that they all know you and Yoongi are dating, but I think it’d be best if you and Jin head out before more people come. I’ll stall them, okay?”

“Joon, isn’t this kind of crazy? Like, unrealistic.” You try to reimagine the situational coincidences, but Namjoon doesn’t appear to be swaying. You frown, “I’m just me, Joon; not a celebrity.”

“After yesterday, you kind of are. At least right now.” He says, giving a reassuring squeeze as you begin biting your lip. For a split second you consider how people falling you around while online is apparently upset about the tracks doesn’t make for an uplifting combination. “It’ll be fine, but really you and Jin go while it’s only the eight of them.”

“Yeah, let’s go, Y/N, I’ll drive you wherever,” Seokjin says scooting off of his chair and walks in the direction of the door while you manage to just get a foot on the floor. “Hey,” He goes on his own towards the table as you stray closer to the door, watching nervously on if an altercation would happen, “If you did take a picture, think about how you didn’t have permission to. If I see it on the internet, I’ll have my people make sure it’s taken down immediately.”

Promptly the words fall out with a chilling cool that you aren’t used to hearing from Seokjin. He immediately turns on his heel, following you out the front door. “Jin, you don’t have people.”

“I have you and Joon.” He says, listening to your scoff as he smiles and the two of you cross the street towards his building. “And about four lawyers at this point, as a matter of fact.”

“What if they weren’t even there because of me? It’s pretty random,” You both slide into Seokjin’s car. “Over a few songs?”

“Y/N, you’re dating him too.” Seokjin says while pulling the sleek car onto the road with ease, “I don’t like it, but this is pretty common. You know how they used to follow Jimin around too.”

“But I’m not Jimin or Yoongi-- I’m just a songwriter.” You rub your neck, looking out over the dash as he loiters throughout avenues without direction. Seokjin remains quiet, letting the situation catch up with you, even though you're well away both he and Namjoon are right to assume all of these things. Though you never imagined the concept of your work causing any type of noticeability for you in your daily life, you can’t disagree with the idea that it could. Though you’re not sure if it’s completely because of making the music with Yoongi. A lump in your throat grows knowing that the situation is because of the dating factor, like the two said.

Y/N, 1:38pm: Hey Yoon, how is everything at the company so far?

Staring at the message turn to grey and send out, you continue biting down on your lip. Looking back at your walk to Namjoon’s cafe from the nearby subway station, you recall the group been behind you since then, but thought nothing of it. There was nothing to consider when being recognized in public never happened before, even in the past few months of being under the title of Yoongi’s girlfriend. Despite your face being clear in your social media accounts, and easily accessible for comparison with pictures shot by paparazzi on various dates, there hasn’t been a single person ever actively seek you out.

Your phone vibrates, then does so continuously, lighting up the contact picture of Yoongi as a call comes in. Sliding to answer, you feel a prickling nervousness that something similar occurred for him as well, even though he’s used to things like this. “Hello?”

“Hey, angel,” Yoongi’s voice calmly greets you, free of background noise wherever he’s at. Tension between your shoulders relax listening to him speak. “Oh, are you busy? Sorry for calling without asking.”

“No, it’s fine; I’m not busy. Besides you don’t need to ask to call.” You mumble quickly, fiddling with the hemline of your top. Your fingers still as he chuckles gently, then speaks sounding pleased,

“Okay then, good to know.” Beside you Seokjin, glances to you as you talk, noting your eyebrows now without creasing seemingly worry free,

“Y/N, do you want me to drive you to where Yoongi is?”

You look towards Seokjin, recalling that you hadn’t given him any place to drive you to and that he’s been guiding the car endlessly. “Oh, he’s at the company, Jin, it’s okay if you just drop me off at my apartment. Sorry.”

“You’re with Jin?” Yoongi asks, then before you’re able to answer he goes on, “If you’re not busy right now, can you stop by my apartment, angel?”

“Your apartment?” You repeat in confusion, “You’re not at SoundWave?”

“No,” He only says and the drift into silence feels off-putting. You bite your lip, knowing he went to work earlier when he was texting you and also know that he’s not usually done working until well into the evening. “But if you’re busy don’t worry about it, sweetie.” He speaks on, tone remaining casual but it doesn’t feel completely so. As though there’s something bothering him. “I know I asked pretty suddenly.”

“It’s okay, Yoon, I’m not busy anyways.” You murmur, looking towards Seokjin to ask for a different destination, but he swiftly gives you a small thumbs up to say he knows. “I could be wrong, but is everything okay, Yoongi?”

The pause between an answer feels like an extended eternity. Given what just occurred at Namjoon’s cafe and now the vague sense of disarray this conversation instills in your psyche, you can’t help squeezing your hand into a ball. Thinking of things Yerin could have told him, or the media reception that he undoubtedly saw, you wonder if there’s regret in this decision of release, or if there’s damage done to his name that would be your fault.

“Yeah, sweetie.” Yoongi tells you and for the first time it doesn’t feel reassuring. “I just need to talk to you about some things.”

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motherlifesucher-archives · 5 years ago

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somebody else l Shawn Mendes imagine.

(a/n): this might become into a series, but I'm not sure. I hope you like it. AND I finished watching Big Little Lies season 2 and I was thinking about doing an AU where Shawn and his wife are like, part of the series’ dynamic? like a rich couple with young kids and stuff? let me know!

summary: Shawn is a newly divorced father, but his ex-wife, Camila, is still haunting him, even if he loves you.

You remember taking powerful and decided strides when you first saw him, holding a glass of white wine on his right hand as he laughed with three other men.

You didn’t actually mean to see him or be amazed by the way his tall frame stood in the crowd. No, you were just attending your company’s annual Christmas event.

You were one of the non-visible faces on the music industry, but were incredibly okay with it; staying away from the spotlight while making a lot of money wasn’t that bad. Musicians didn’t usually go to the Business Strategy & Operations department of their label, just as you usually didn’t go to the floors where songs were being created.

You were lucky enough to never be around New York City by the time these events were held, always making up excuses to not be around the busy city and paparazzi stalking the hottest names in the business. But, somehow, you ended up in the wrong place at the right time, when he caught your eye.

You knew he was fresh out of a divorce, the news being the headline of every magazine and newspaper for a good month, with people wondering what had happened between Hollywood’s sweethearts. Still, one night after going out with mutual friends you agreed on a date.

He ended up being exactly what you didn’t want him to be, because from that moment on, it was impossible to not fall for him.

He explained everything that happened between him and his now ex-wife, from the fights to the hard realization that they had fallen out of love and only desire, plus their three-year-old daughter was keeping their marriage alive and forcing them to star together. So, Camila, the ex-wife, found somebody new and Shawn was doing the same, with you.

The first few months were quiet, keeping the romance under wraps like it was the most precious thing. People that knew what was going on could be counted with a few fingers and they didn’t want anything to change, until that Friday afternoon they decided to pick up their food instead of ordering in, and a sneaky person took a picture, creating chaos.

From that moment on, there was no doubt that Shawn was dating someone, but the question was who was the mystery woman holding his hand and laughing in the, apparently, empty street at one in morning? It didn’t take long for media outlets to realize that it was you, some research analyst for Universal Music, that most artists and people around the music business knew your name, but didn’t necessarily recognize your face.

That day, when the news got out, people around the globe recognized you as Shawn Mendes’ new girlfriend.

Suddenly, the followers count started rising. Photos that you didn’t even remember taking, from university or even high school, started roaming the internet.

Shawn reassured you, said that there was nothing to worry about, that he wouldn’t talk about it in public and that he’d try for his management team to keep the paparazzi following you at the minimum.

You were advised by Universal Music to keep your accounts private. You were even called by Human Resources to sign a “love contract” since Shawn was a Universal client and there could be legal trouble, which was incredibly weird and on the verge of humiliating.

Still, Shawn and you kept going strong. Four months, to be exact, until Shawn decided it was time for you to meet his daughter, Luana Mendes-Cabello, but like any decent mother, Camila wanted get to meet you first before introducing a new figure on her daughter’s life, just like Shawn had done with Camila’s new boyfriend.

It wasn’t the gorgeous, pop princess status that scared you at all. You knew you were just as beautiful and talented, you just were a rockstar in silence and without the entire world knowing.

On the other hand, the ex-wife status was pretty terrifying.

You didn’t have a hard time accepting and realizing that Shawn was the real deal; his smile and way of seeing life was fulfilling and made you feel loved and safe, which was something you had been looking for you entire life. but, no matter how confident you were in yourself, their history was intimidating to your short and relatively new relationship.

That seemed to go away when you saw her walk inside the casual brunch spot Shawn had chosen. She wasn’t wearing any make-up, but still looked good in jeans, a hoodie and a Louis Vuitton bag decorating her forearm.

She greeted Shawn first with a small hug, before giving you a smile and repeating the short hug, even if it was kind of awkward, something that Shawn picked up and subtly placed his hand on the small of your back before sitting again.

“It’s so nice to meet you, (Y/N). A friend told me your strategies for promoting new artists’ are the best in the business!” Camila placed her Prada sunglasses on the table before smiling at you.

“Oh, that’s very nice. I mean, I try to do the best I can, you know the business... Sometimes artists get a shitty business strategy and get dropped by the label.” You said before quickly scolding yourself, maybe saying bad words wasn’t the best choice for a woman that was testing you to be around her daughter.

“I completely understand that, there should be more people like you around the block, I think I'll take your business card just in case.” She said before ordering a vanilla latte.

“You saw that new merch tactic I've been using on my instagram? All her idea.” Shawn added, making you blush.

“Wow, maybe I'll be making a move on you and take you to Epic Records.”

You smiled nervously, “He’s giving me way more credit than I deserve.”

“Trust me, he’s not.” Camila smiled before thanking the waiter for her coffee. “Well, I think you know that I asked Shawn to do this and I completely understand if it is a bit awkward, but I hope you also can see where I'm coming from, because letting a stranger on my daughter’s life is pretty nerve-wracking.”

“Well, she’s not a stranger, she’s my girlfriend.” Shawn said lifting his eyebrows at her.

Camila narrowed her eyes at him, “You know what I mean.”

You coughed to cut the tense moment, “Don’t worry, I completely understand. I think I'd do the same.”

Camila gave you a tight lipped smile, “Thanks for understanding.”

“Where’s your boyfriend? I thought he would be joining us.” Shawn asked taking a sip of his tea, trying to seem nonchalant, but it didn’t exactly work as you noticed his eyes eyeing her.

“He had to catch an early flight to Tokyo, some business went wrong,” Camila took a deep breath. “So, about Luana... Have you met her, like, when Shawn picks her up or something?”

Shawn chuckled, “Isn’t the point of this meeting because (Y/N) hasn’t met Lu?”

“Right...” Camila laughed. “Lu’s a very sweet girl and can get very attached, but she can also be a pain and kind of overprotective with this one over here,” she pointed at Shawn with her head, making Shawn smile and look down. “Maybe you should be especially warned that she may not take an instant liking towards you, but don’t worry! She’ll warm up to you eventually.”

“I hope eventually doesn’t take too long.” You chuckled nervously.

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Shawn was bouncing his leg up and down as he waited for Camila to open the door of their previously shared home.

Camila opened the door wearing silk pajamas with a messy bun, she kissed his cheek and he could help but linger a little bit longer than he should’ve. Camila was going to say something, because even if they weren’t together anymore she knew him too well. But, their moment was interrupted by a mop of brown curls and pale skin, the perfect mix between Camila and Shawn.

“Daddy!” The child ran towards Shawn’s arms, who lifted her in the air causing her to giggle.

“Hello, princess! You read to spend the weekend with me?” Shawn asked and the little girl just kept giggling. “Okay, say goodbye to mama and we can get going.”

Camila gave her a big kiss and hug before giving her back to Shawn, who placed Luana back on the ground and signaled his car and told her to wait for him.

Camila sighed, “Shawn, don’t.”

“What? I’m not doing anything.”

“I know you. We tried, we fought and it didn’t work, we just have to let it go. plus, (Y/N) is really great. We are moving on and that’s okay.”

Shawn took a deep breath before giving his ex-wife a quick kiss goodbye and walking to his black Jeep that he loved so much.

He constantly checked on his daughter through the rearview mirror. He turned down the volume of an old Frozen song before talking to her.

“So, there’s someone waiting for us back in my place.”

Luana funnily scrunched her face.

Shawn melted at her cuteness before explaining. “You know how mommy now spends a lot of time with Joe?” Luana nodded. “Well, I also have someone new in my life that I want you to meet.”

Luana still didn’t say anything, making Shawn nervous.

“Her name is (Y/N), she’s very excited to meet you and I was hoping that you’d be nice to her.”

The little girl accommodated on her car seat before mumbling an “okay”.

Shawn smiled and knew they would be just fine.

Though, on the other side, you were nervously waiting on Shawn’s luxury apartment for him and his daughter to go inside.

When the knob twisted, your heart stopped for a second as you noticed a little girl hiding behind Shawn’s legs.

“Lu, honey. You won’t be able to meet this nice lady we’ve been talking about...” He carefully placed his hand on the top of her head, when she didn’t budge, he carefully knelt in front of her and cleared her messy hair out of her almond shaped eyes.

You did the same thing, kneeling to meet her height before her sweet eyes met yours. “Hi, I’m (Y/N).” You stretched your arm and placed your hand in front of her.

Luana carefully eyes you before taking your hand in her tiny one. “I’m Luana, but call me Lu.”

“Okay, Lu...” You released a deep breath you didn’t realize were holding. “Are you hungry? We have waffles waiting for you.”

The little girl softly giggled before taking her dad’s hand. “Can I have cream?”

Shawn chuckled, “I think we can work that out.”

Her eyes widened, “And sprinkles?”

“Now you’re just taking advantage of your mother not being here, so I'm saying no.”

Luana carefully turned to you, giving you the most precious puppy eyes, something she had most definitely picked up from her father. You winked at her, making her giggle, knowing she was getting the sprinkles she wanted.

The day went by quickly, Luana quickly getting tired, but trying to hide it so that she could stay in the couch watching Disney’s Brave.

“If you want to, we can make some popcorn and finish watching it tomorrow. Does that sound good?” You offered and Luana sleepily nodded.

“It’s my birthday in two weeks.”

“It is? That’s great!” You said getting up from the couch and pausing Netflix as Shawn picked her up.

“You can come.” Sha said yawning before resting her head on Shawn’s shoulder.

Shawn winked at you before walking to his daughter’s bedroom. You let yourself collapse on the couch, a smile decorating your face as you faintly heard footsteps approaching you.

“I thing that went great.” Shawn said carefully sitting next to you.

You smiled as you scooted closer to your boyfriend’s warm and firm body. He slowly made his way up and down your back. You opened your eyes and gave him a sweet, slow kiss.

Shawn smiled, slowly separating your lips as you run your hand through his soft curls.

“Do you wanna take it to the bedroom?” He offered in a low, sensual voice.

You laughed, carefully nipping his neck and relishing on his low moan. “We are not having sex with your daughter on the next room.”

Shawn pouted, “I didn’t know that was a condition.”

“It’s not a condition, it’s common sense!” You laughed, but still placed sweet kisses on his jaw.

He groaned, “Should we catch up with Money Heist, then?”

You quickly separated your lips from his face. “Now you’re talking!”

Shawn grew silent for a second as you roamed through the TV to find the show. He knew letting go of Camila was hard, he still hadn’t detached himself completely from the situation, but at the same time he knew that in this exact moment, he didn’t love her as much as he was getting to love you, and it was a mix of emotions he hated, but at the same time happily embraced as you curled on his side.

But, two months went by. He was dropping Luana back to Camila’s when he noticed the redness in her eyes; he knew she had been crying, even if she tried to hide it.

She kissed Luana and told her to go to her room because it was late and she had school the next morning.

Shawn stepped inside the house, instantly memories hit him like a ton of bricks; from early mornings having breakfast when Camila was pregnant, to the late fights and rainy mornings spent talking about the future when they had just learned that they were having a little girl.

“What happened?” Shawn asked quietly.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” Camila dismissed him quickly.

“Don’t lie to me, Cami. I know you, remember?”

Camila couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, letting them flow freely as Shawn hugged her; her body fitting his like a glove, but it wasn’t quite the same as when his (Y/N) curled up next to him in the middle of the night.

“Joe and I had a fight, he just stormed off and I just feel like a teenager. We’re adults, I shouldn’t be crying because of a fight with my boyfriend.”

He didn’t know how it happened, but somehow his forehead found hers and their breathing was getting mixed.

Shawn knew he shouldn’t; because he had an incredible girl waiting for him and because there was a reason why he and Camila got divorced, it wasn't an easy decision, but they still took it because it was the mature and sane thing to do.

So he reminded himself of that as he closed his eyes and softly pushed Camila away from him.

“I’m sorry, that shouldn’t have happened,” Camila wiped her eyes. “I don’t feel anything for you, Shawn. I don’t want to risk what I have.”

Shawn sighed, “That makes us two of us. Don’t worry, it won’t happen again.”

And with that he crossed the door and got inside his car. While he was driving back to his apartment, where you were waiting for him, he was just thinking about how much he loved you and didn’t want to lose you.

He could easily keep silent because, technically, nothing happened. But he also realized that he loved you too much to keep you in the dark.

So he came home and told you.

And you left.

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bittermarrow · 6 years ago

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What would Michael, Jason, and Brahms be like with a demon s/o (I.e. horns, fangs, claws, wings, tail)?? Saw the one with an angel s/o and couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like with a demon.

A/n: Sure thing! I’ve been meaning to do something like this after all. These got so long what the fuck? They might be a little long for headcanons, but I’ll still refer to these as such.

Warnings: Some NSFW.

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Michael Myers

He’s initially quite skeptical of your existence, perhaps some hallucination or something his mentality had altered to make you appear demonic.

Of course, he eventually finds out that you are indeed real, and are most certainly dangerous. You will be considered a major threat to him for a long time, he will have trouble trusting you, regardless of how hypocritical it sounds.

Religion is not at all a factor considered in his initial mistrust of you, Michael doesn’t process Christianity— or really care the way others might, so he’s not going to throw crosses at you and give you a Jesus speech.

He is threatened by you, which is why it will not sit well with him in the beginning.

Michael grows attached to you though, his intrigue drove him to stalk you, your lack of fear in any of its forms of him drew him in and boiled his blood at the same time.

Your shadow is an interesting silhouette. Pointed horns grew from each side of your head, a tapered, forked tail worked as an extra prehensile limb. Your wings reminded him of the bats he’d read in animal books as a kid, semi-transparent skin and veins in each flap of skin and the thin bones that lined the shape and reinforced its strength.

Even the way you spoke struck his curiosity, sometimes it sounded like you were talking with two different voices at the same time. Your two-toned voice dragged out through sharp-pointed teeth that he’d watched tear into the flesh of one of his victim’s neck, and rip the arteries from their throat in attempts to protect him.

You were much like a willing pet. You were his guard dog of sorts, following him around even after he had discovered you doing it. If any of his victims somehow got the upper hand or posed a big enough threat to his well-being, he could expect you to take over the situation.

You became less of a pet once Michael began to see you more like a romantic interest rather than a safety blanket, and it did not take long for his attraction to you to form. Whether it be purely sexual or Michael’s form of caring for you is completely up to how much mutual interest you reflect back onto him.

He certainly does enjoy your biological differences, your increased strength challenges him and he liked fighting for your submission almost as much as simply receiving it. Also, your fangs brought out a lot of his kinks related to receiving pain in the bedroom, his neck is particularly sensitive, so any bites in that area will elicit vocal responses.

Michael also likes how it isn’t easy to break you, so he can be rougher with you without worrying about harming you too badly.

When you slept together there was always one of your demonic limbs wrapped around him. Your wings sometimes laid over him or you allowed him to lay on them, despite the fact that normally they remained closed. Your tail was always wrapped around his leg, even if you were just sitting close to him, your tail was quick to latch onto one of his limbs.

Your fierce protectiveness, although unnecessary and sometimes unwanted, is admittedly something he secretly enjoys, gets off of even if he’s in one of his extremely rare submissive moods.

Jason Voorhees

Jason hasn’t been in touch with anything centered around religion for a very long time, and he will be the least likely to even know the proper term for you. He’s not going to think “demon from hell”, or “spawn of Satan” when he first encounters you.

So, does he throw holy water at you? No. Does he consider you a huge threat? Oh yeah, definitely.

Jason had never come in contact with someone he couldn’t kill, you were stronger than anyone he’d hunted and faster than anyone he’d chased. And… you weren’t afraid? You were laughing— as you were running! Did you like him chasing you? It reminded him of when the other kids would play tag at camp, he was always left out but he’d always wanted to try.

The way you’d slow down on purpose, not bother to use your wings, and called his attention to you whenever he lost track of you really sold the idea that you wanted to play with him; like it was a game. Jason embraced his inner child for the first time in a long time, and when you’d started coming to visit him in the forest even after finally outrunning him, he was smitten.

You come to play games, talk to him, and even help him track down teens that managed to evade his rage. Although he doesn’t like you risking your life for him, he understands that you are very much capable of holding your own. And it really touches him, because the only other person who’d ever protected him was his beloved mother.

Your demonic attributes didn’t really have a lasting impression on him after he got used to you and your strange appearance. Sharp tapered horns, dark, curled bat’s wings, forked tail and razor-like teeth and claws that scared others barely phased him. Especially after you told him that you were discriminated and loathed for the way you looked.

Jason knows firsthand what isn’t feels like to be loathed and teased for what you look like, because of this he has an alarming amount of empathy for you. He was at least human for a short time, you were never human, and it wasn’t your fault that you were born to be what your peers called a monster.

The only thing Jason thinks is even slightly monstrous about you is the way you kill, but he does that too, and you only do it to protect him. In his eyes you can do no wrong, he puts you on a level almost equal to that of his mother, who he religiously believes can do nothing even remotely bad.

You have some tendencies that do confuse him sometimes though. Whenever you’re not out doing your own rounds or hunting for food you are practically attached to either him or someplace high, like trees, beams, and windows. You like to sit in elevated places and curl up around things much like an actual bat would.

Oftentimes times you just latch onto his back and hang there as he walks you around the woods or goes on his patrols. Your tail is almost always coiled around one of his legs, arms, or waist when you are close enough proximity, so you’re rarely not touching in some sort of way.

Jason loves the attention and practically absorbs your affection so it’s never a problem.

Jason is very inexperienced with intimacy, and it takes a lot of trust-building, reassurance, and telling him that sex isn’t always bad as long as you love each other and you want it. But once you start Jason finds himself liking that you are tough and that he never has to worry about being too rough or hurting you. More than you want him too at least.

Jason’s also naturally submissive, and actually likes you to have dominance over him in the bedroom, so your strength will become very attractive to him. Your stamina rivals even his though, sometimes he’s the one that has to tap out! Jason’s a sweetheart though, and will always make sure you’re satisfied even if he can’t be inside of you to do it.

He’s also incredibly sweet and cherishes you close to his heart, so he strongly prefers slow and sweet lovemaking. So if you can sit still long enough, and are alright with easing up on the biting, clawing— no matter how much he might actually like it sometimes, he’d be overjoyed to show you that he loves you in his way. No matter if your a demon, an angel, or a purple frog, you’re you.

Brahms Heelshire

This pussy bitch is scared. You just showed up at the Heelshire estate one night, seeking shelter from the rain long after Brahms’s episode with Greta.

He sees you and flips, hiding in the walls and watching you with paranoid and ever observant eyes through mirrors, cracks in the drywall, and closets. You got the image of a demonic being exactly, and since Brahms was brought up in a very religious family, he is conditioned to mistrust you.

If not for religious reasons, simply because Greta left some holes after she left him, he’s angry at what happened, angry at Greta for abandoning him. But he is also so fragile, still harboring the emotional weakness of a young child, and that you can work with.

The weather doesn’t let up for several days, so you inevitably are forced to stay in the Heelshire’s quiet, ‘empty’ house a little while longer. Brahms found out that you had been injured upon arriving, and he’d watched you tend to painful looking wounds the first night you stayed. You must’ve been attacked.

The more he watches you, the less afraid he becomes, and the more he begins to enjoy your presence.

You aren’t loud, destructive, or viciously feral like the demons and children of Satan, he’s read about. You were rather docile compared to the many ravenous interpretations of hellspawn Brahms was taught about. You seem to be lonely, cautious of every creak he might accidentally cause in the floorboards or walls.

You always appear to be sad too, sometimes you walked by mirrors and stared at your reflection like something (or everything) about it distressed you. Brahms couldn’t understand why. You were very pretty. Aside from your non-human horns, long bat-like wings that scrunched up against your back, your thin, forked tail, and sharp teeth— you looked relatively human.

Before you had the chance to leave, Brahms introduced you to the doll. He left it out in the open where he knew you would find it, your reaction was unexpected and almost a deal sealer.

You didn’t show any fear towards it, only intrigue, as your clawed fingers gently traced the doll’s porcelain features. You looked at the list of rules clipped to a clipboard at its side, and even more surprisingly, you stayed. You cared for the doll to your best ability despite the oddness of the situation.

You assumed whoever was in this house with you was offering you a place to stay as long as you followed those rules, and that you didn’t question. No one had ever tried to house your kind, you are grateful for the opportunity. But as time goes on you begin to feel like you are not the only one in this house.

You aren’t stupid. With your heightened senses, you can hear every creak, footstep, and heavy breath. Someone has been watching you since day one and you silently hope that one day they will reveal themselves so you can thank them properly.

The moment Brahms finally crawls out of the wall you are probably trying to leave, perhaps feelings cooped up or wanting to visit a friend, and he doesn’t let you go. In spite of your shock and mild mortification that this human had been watching you, you managed to assure him that you would stay and care for him.

You turn out to be the not only the perfect caretaker but also someone he starts to develop romantic feelings for, the kind he hasn’t felt since Greta gave him a run for his money.

Brahms often comes to sleep with you if he has nightmares or simply wants to snuggle up with you and your inhuman warmth. Your body heat is much warmer than the average human, so you’re practically his own personal heating system, especially during the winter months.

Brahms wonders if the books he’s read about demons being foul, heartless creatures should be re-written.

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