#i heart juno’s voice also she has the same name as my dog
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superherokisser · 8 months ago
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bro mark from juno is kinda creepy and so is vanessa 😭😭also why is movie kinda funny asf
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heheheheheh. it has been *chekcs watch* at least a week??? my excuse is. i have none
on with the comments!!
"You are not my child, and I am not your parent" *hamilton voice* CALL ME SON ONE MORE TIME
no fr tho i want more lore on calypso's relationship with her mother. and also the various people in her life who have contributed to her sadness. what's going on with you girl
"once I have run out of recordings, we are done" NOOOOO FRANNIE GIRLIE I NEED YOU PLS DON'T LEAVE
"My comms broke. I am trying to save creds for a new one." calypso starr wet cat big if true
"Old-Timers" what's this?? the council of junos??? /j
"BAIRD BREAKS INTO A BRIEF COUGHING FIT" baird sweetie what is up with your lungs. is there a way to fix it
"You aren't my parent. But I'm glad you're here" IF ONLY CALYPSO COULD GET TO THIS POINT WITH FRANNIE
"the Brat threw a rock at her" RAAAAAAH YOU THROW ROCK?? YOU THROW ROCK AT TALIA???? FUCK ON OUT OF HERE BRAT HOW DARE YOU
"Just because they apologized to her does not mean she owes them acceptance. And it doesn’t mean she has to tolerate them" iris spitting straight facts
"The manuals Hanataba left behind are hefty" ooooo hanataba lore. jay you are giving the people what they want. tpp s5 feels so rushed they've left loose ends that i really wanted to revisit, mainly brahma and hanataba, which i now get thanks to you, absolute godsend that you are <333
"Hank takes care of Talia and Mischa" MISCHA BACHINSKI MENTION SKIN IS WATERED CROPS ARE CLEARED
"I promise, I’m not going to die" baird. baird. i am taking you by the shoulders and staring intently into your eyes. don't fucking die
"Of course! Me and the rest of the galaxy are dying to know" FUCK YEAH BAIRD PICKIGN UP HIS MOTHER'S HABIT FOR DOCUMENTING THE EVENTS IN HIS LIFE AND THE EVENTS WHICH MIGHT IMPACT THE FUTURE SO THAT PEOPLE WILL KNOW THEY EXISTED SO THEY WON'T BE FORGOTTEN SO THEIR MEMORY WILL LIVE ON AND NEW KINSHASA WILL NEVER ERASE THEM *ahem* ok i'm normal about this now
when you said regis my first thought was "you mean nureyev's dog????"
"desperate people will do anything to save themselves or the ones they love" *sighs* yeah. yeah.
"I was young, dumb, and way in over my head" petition for every person to have the right to be young, dumb, and way in over their heads at some point in their lives
"We look back only to ensure we have not walked this path before." jay i don't remember the last time my breath genuinely caught in my chest in such a soft, fond way. how does baird know that sentence. where did he learn it. where did jet learn it. do you think nureyev heard it from jet, and he thought of brahma??? do you think he had his doubts about working with the aurinkos, but then he heard that line, and it reminded him of home????
"Charlie would want you to" ah, yes, the familiar feeling of "this character is over their own trauma but i'm not over this character's trauma." iris and baird may be able to talk about charlie normally. meanwhile i'm sitting over here with my heart seizing in my chest at the mere mention of his name
"Conversations usually start with a greeting. Maybe start there" hehehe characters can be a lil sassy. as a treat.
"So long as I’m around, I won’t let you fight battles on your own" they better not fucking lose each other
calypsooooo girlieeee "For a life that “is not all that interesting” it sounds pretty damn interesting" that literally sounds like you. spill the tea. what's going on in your brain
"The Galactic Civil War was still happening at the time of Peter Nureyev’s Revolutionary Stunt" i forgot about this. oh my god. i forgot those two things were happening at the same time. way to make nureyev's childhood Extra awful
"They served cake and brownies at school that day. I took mine home to share with my mom, but she threw them away without ever telling me why" serving cake and brownies to kids because the war ended and they won kinda. sucks. like. teaching kids that war is ok and winning it is a cause for celebration. disregarding the consequences for those who lost. also was calypso's mum originally outer rim??? or did she just oppose war in general?????
"Two years, not talking to Talia" what if i fucking cried
"I want to bash my head into the wall" girl no
"They’re parent enough to him without the title" ahem. ahEM *looks pointedly between frannie and calypso*
"I do not owe Frannie an apology. And likewise, I do not expect one from her. Even if I did I will not receive it" hm. well. that's. definitive
"FOLLOW UP: How old is Iris?" can we do some maths from the recording where iris first says they want baird to live past 40?? is iris 40-ish in that recording??? surely eevee and cyrus are like around their age
"Iris knew Eve and Cyrus before Baird was born" were they fremds??
"at least one person believes he built the Hanataba Clinic" i love the rogue little rumours that float around occasionally in these recordings. something about it feels so human to me
WAAAAAAAAAAAA. jay. i'm loving the baird and iris dynamic so much. and i am ADORING the little snippets of calypso we're getting in between, like jarchivist post-statement comments style. i'm torn between wanting to know more about her and wanting to see more of what baird and iris manage to build on brahma. i also wanna know if calypso contacts rita again hehehe
screaming crying throwing up this would be such a good podfic but i only have one voice and also need to go to bed—
Our Angel of Brahma, pt. xii
No thoughts, head empty. I need a nap. @ananxiousgenz @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @the-private-eye @demonic-panini CW for: assault of disabled character (mentioned)
Ms. Starr,
I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you per our last discussion. You are right. You are not my child, and I am not your parent. Thank you for correcting me. 
In regards to helping you restore the comms: I will continue to help you, but once I have run out of recordings, we are done. I look forward to the article you will be writing but do not wish to associate with you any further. 
In regards to our last conversation: I am unable to reach you through your comms. Every time I call or message you I receive an error message. If you have blocked me, I ask that you unblock me to make necessary communication between us easier. If something else has happened to your comms, please let me know so I know to only communicate with you through emails. 
Best Wishes, Frannie. 
Dear Frannie,
My comms broke. I am trying to save creds for a new one. Please email me. 
-Calypso Starr
SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING BEGINS. IRIS: Go on! Say it again! BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): (PROUDLY) This week on Brahma: after trying for nearly two years to prove the Rats are trustworthy enough, the Old-Timers have finally come around!  IRIS: More than that! I have supplies for the clinic again! BAIRD: We’re doing it! We’re doing it Iris!! SOUND: JUMPING AND FABRIC RUSTLING. BAIRD BREAKS INTO A BRIEF COUGHING FIT. IRIS(?) POUNDS THEIR BACK BEFORE LETTING OUT A SURPRISED YELP. IRIS: Oh! Oh! …Baird? BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): (RASPING) Shut up and let me have this. SOUND: FABRIC RUSTLING. BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): You aren't my parent. But I'm glad you're here. I'm glad– I'm glad that if there's anyone I got stuck with, it's you. IRIS: Oh… of course. I would do it all over again in a heartbeat for you. (A BEAT) And for whatever it's worth Baird, you've grown into a fine young man. BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): (SNIFFLING) Thanks… SOUND: FABRIC RUSTLING. IRIS: This does mean you have to talk to Talia now about this. You want to include her in creating a messaging system and using the Brats, it’s up to you to pitch the final sale. And you know she won’t be happy.  (BAIRD SNORTS) BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): Yeah, well, Talia’s never happy anymore. IRIS: Baird– for fucks sake, the Brat threw a rock at her! I would be pissed too.  BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): It happened two years ago! He apologized! They all did.  IRIS: Apology or not, she was still hurt by it. By them. Just because they apologized to her does not mean she owes them acceptance. And it doesn’t mean she has to tolerate them. Don't give me that look. You know I’m right and you just don’t want to admit it. BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): Fine, fine… who are you gonna pick to help run the clinic? IRIS: Whoever volunteers first, and if no one does, then I’ll take whatever I can get. It’s going to be a lot of information and reading that they’re going to have to digest. The manuals Hanataba left behind are hefty and it took me and Cyrus together to lift them on the tables. It’s going to take a long time before I’m comfortable leaving it to someone else to run.  BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): (SOFTLY) I understand. Really, I do. I’m not a little kid anymore. You have responsibilities to get back to finally. And if you gotta move back across town, that’s fine. I’ll be okay.  (A BEAT) IRIS: Come with me. You won’t be in the way, there’s plenty of Pests to wrangle all over the streets, and we could still go to the meetings together– BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): I can’t though. Josie takes care of the twins and Hank, Hank takes care of Talia and Mischa, and you and I take care of everyone. If you go, I have to stay.  IRIS: But– BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): You trust me and my decisions. You trust my judgment. I’ve grown into a fine man. IRIS: Young man, a fine young man.  BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): (A HINT OF A SMILE IN HIS VOICE) Yeah exactly. You trust me, so trust me with this. Trust yourself. If you go, I promise, I’m not going to die. IRIS: You better not, you still have another eleven years to go.  BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): So you’ll move? You’ll go? IRIS: I’ll– I’ll need to think about it. But it’s not a no.  (BAIRD HUMS) BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): How’d you and my dad even get involved in the Hanataba Clinic in the first place? IRIS: It’s kind of a long story. Put a pin in it for now and wait until we’re home, debriefed with the others, and had dinner, alright? BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): Fine. IRIS: I know you don’t see the harm in it, but the streets have ears. It’s dangerous out here.  BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): I know, I know… SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.
SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. NEXT RECORDING BEGINS. IRIS: Really? You’re going to record me? BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): Of course! Me and the rest of the galaxy are dying to know: how did Iris Desrosiers come to work at a Hanataba Clinic? Why choose to work full-time in a Hanataba Clinic, when you don’t get paid for it?  (IRIS LAUGHS) IRIS: It’s not all that interesting. I needed a home after dropping out of university. I met Eve and Cyrus, and Cyrus introduced me to the clinician at the time, Mister Regis. Regis put me to the test, I passed, he passed away, and someone had to take over. The Revolutionaries were far and few apart. There was no organization back then. When Regis died, some people wanted to tear apart the Clinic. Strip down it down to its bones leaving nothing but the floorboards. In times of need, desperate people will do anything to save themselves or the ones they love. Including demolishing Hanataba’s Gift.  BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): But the clinic is still standing.  (VERY HOPEFUL) You convinced them otherwise. IRIS: I wish I could say that I did, but I didn’t. Your parents moved across town when Eve got her job as a Dome Warden. Cyrus kept coming back to help me fend people off from robbing the clinic. I was young, dumb, and way in over my head. Cyrus could hardly read the books so I spent a lot of time reading out loud to him.  Whenever someone got hurt, Cyrus would take them to me after doing an initial patch job. With a few years, I became part of the community. I established myself as a well versed caretaker. As someone who could be trusted to operate Hanataba’s Clinic. The thieving stopped. I was welcomed in the local Revolutionaries and, in turn after Cyrus did too much begging, they welcomed him too. (SHORT PAUSE) I’m sorry Baird. My work at the Hanataba Clinic gave me a place to stay. It gave me a community that looked out for me and became my family. And I ended up stealing Cyrus away from you and Eve.  BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): You know I don’t hold that against you anymore, right?  IRIS: I know. But– BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): Save it. We look back only to ensure we have not walked this path before. Not to bash one another over the head with our grievances. So stop your pity party.  (SHORT PAUSE INTERUPTTED BY IRIS SNORTING AND BREAKING INTO LAUGHTER) Don’t laugh at me! IRIS: I’m not laughing at you! I promise. I’m just thinking… how dumb I was to ever treat you like a child. I’ll take what you said to heart but you ought to do me a favor and take your own advice.  Charlie would want you to at least. And I bet if you started talking again to Talia she would too. BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): Ugh, don’t remind me about that. I don’t even know where to begin with her.  IRIS: Conversations usually start with a greeting. Maybe start there.  BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): And what do I do about Hank? IRIS: Leave him to me. We all wants best for each other. Josie and I can make him come around.  BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): Thanks, Iris… Thank you.  IRIS: Of course, Baird. So long as I’m around, I won’t let you fight battles on your own.  SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS. 
Iris talk a lot about themself. For a life that “is not all that interesting” it sounds pretty damn interesting. 
The Galactic Civil War was still happening at the time of Peter Nureyev’s Revolutionary Stunt. Baird was 12 when that happened. I remember when the War ended, I was 13. They served cake and brownies at school that day. I took mine home to share with my mom, but she threw them away without ever telling me why. I think I know why you did that now. 
“Another eleven years to go” referring to Iris promising to get Baird to see past 40 (“Iris”)
FOLLOW UP: This puts Baird at about 29? 
“Decade”/”The Rats” at 27
Two years, not talking to Talia
“Hanataba” would put him at 29.
??????? I want to bash my head into the wall.
Baird and Talia stopped talking. At least some point in the last two years between this recording and the one prior (“The Rats”). 
Baird doesn’t call Iris his parent. I don’t think he needs to though. They’re parent enough to him without the title. 
“Conversations start with hello” / “Conversations start with a greeting” .... I do not owe Frannie an apology. And likewise, I do not expect one from her. Even if I did I will not receive it.
Questions:
How old was Baird when the Galactic War/Solar Intervention ended?
FOLLOW UP: How old is Iris? Eve and Cyrus? 
Iris knew Eve and Cyrus before Baird was born, what’s the story behind that?
Did Talia stop talking to Baird because he wanted to involve the Rats in the Revolution, even though they hurt her and Mischa?
Baird mentioned in the first recording "at least one person believes he built the Hanataba Clinic", where did this rumor come from? Perhaps the Rat that Iris ends up training?
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misfit-fics · 4 years ago
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Demon Rehab For Dummies
Summary: (Y/N) started seeing seven demons when she was 10. Through the years they all disappeared, all but one. Namjoon. A demon who has not so creepily, creepily, very creepily been in love with her for years.
Genre: fluff, crack, extremely minimal angst, idiots to lovers, romantic-comedy
Word count: 7384
Rating: Teen
Warnings: mentions of suggestive & kinky themes, a handful of cursing, a story with a plot but not doesn’t exactly have a plot, a stubborn (Y/N) who dismisses love confessions & genuine flirting, an unspoken confession
A/N: Hey! we're back, it's been a while. We're starting school in a while but it will be gamble if we'll be more active or not. Well... we ARE active but just not posting? Yeah, you know what I mean. This has been sitting in our drafts for a while now and we're posting it now... although it's pretty unedited, feel free to address any oopsies. Hope who ever finds this enjoys reading!
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At the ripe young age of ten (Y/N) began seeing seven men. Which- would’ve (should’ve) freaked any kid out but you know (Y/N) is just kinda quirky like that so she didn't really mind much. The men were nice and played with her anyway, and the only weird thing was that sometimes they would bring her dead birds.
At age eleven (Y/N) noticed that one of the men was missing.It didn’t affect her much except for the fact that this particular one would help her find things and she’d lost almost all of her socks since he disappeared. Not to mention the increase of bug bites after he left. The darn things seemed like they multiplied exponentially after a month.
By twelve only two of the men had disappeared, at this point (Y/N) not only lived in sandals (she still couldn’t find her socks) but she also couldn’t explain why her hair was burning off every time she tried to straighten it (her lil demon friends didn’t want her to, you’d think after almost 3 years of having men following her around and telling her what to do she’d get with the program already.) Her dog her parents had given her when she was 9 started disappearing quite often after he left. He always came back with a single sock that would disappear the next morning.
By thirteen (Y/N) had developed a crush (more like unhealthy obsession) on one of the men, Namjoon. The third year was also the year when Jimin disappeared, taking all of her favorite shoes with him. That year she had prayed to whoever was listening because her parents really couldn’t afford to keep buying her socks and shoes, and because she definitely couldn’t afford to shave her head.
By fourteen, Hoseok, the man who had cheered her up whenever she needed it, had gone, leaving a tidal wave of bad luck in his wake. He had a great deal in keeping (Y/N) happy, although some of his antics made her want to punch him, it never turned out that way.
When she was fifteen no one left… except for the dog. Aside from that, the only thing that left was her social life (It wasn’t like she had one before but you know it was still a little rough). (Y/N) began to depend more and more on her demons. She had become great friends with the oldest, Seokjin, who cooked for her when her parents went on trips.
At sixteen Yoongi left and the nightmares began. And with the nightmares came the growth of (Y/N)’s relationship with Namjoon. Namjoon became her protector, along with sometimes Seokjin, who still cooked for her and cared for her altogether when she couldn’t.
At seventeen, (Y/N) was informed that when she turned eighteen Seokjin would be leaving, on account that they didn’t need each other anymore. (Y/N) had been torn up when he told her and even more when he left. He didn’t take anything when he left other than a piece of (Y/N)’s heart.
At eighteen, (Y/N) moved away from her parents house with Namjoon trailing behind her (He even had lil demon suitcases and everything,) following her every move.
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“I really don’t understand why you had to follow me out of my parents house. I thought spirits are supposed to be attached to a general area…” (Y/N) took to unpacking a box in the small apartment she now lived in.
“(Y/N) how many times do we have to go over this, I'm a demon, DE-MON.” Namjoon clapped his hands with each syllable. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and flicked her wrist at the self-proclaimed demon.
“Demon, ghost, same thing.” She shrugged her shoulders, “same thing as to-may-to, to-mah-to.”
“It is not the same thing!” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) like it was obvious.
(Y/N) snorted, “Okay Casper.” She continued pulling out the items in the box.
Namjoon looked flabbergasted, “CASPER!?” Namjoon put a hand over his chest and widened his eyes. (Y/N) looked up at the demon with a raised brow,
“Geez Casper, why are you so offended? I’ve called you Casper before, Casper.” (Y/N) struggled to keep in her laughter, trying to keep a straight face as she looked at Namjoon.
Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “I think I shall simply cease to exist in your realm.”
(Y/N) looked back down at the almost empty box, “You wouldn’t do that, you love me too much, my dearest Casper.” She said in a singsong voice, “Oh hey I found a sock.” She pulled out said sock from the box, it had yellow stripes. :]
“I think Jungkook took the mate to that when he left.” (Y/N) threw the sock at Namjoon with a loud ‘FUCK!’
“I mean we could try and summon him to see if he’ll return your socks.” Namjoon shrugged.
“I wouldn’t even try.” She started putting the random items in their new places.
“You should put Juno on the window sill rather than the coffee table, I mean cacti do need sun.” Namjoon looked at the little green prickle plant.
“I’m sure if i didn’t tell you how to parent your child, it would’ve been confiscated by child protective services.” Namjoon crossed his arms and looked at Juno who had been (rightfully so) moved to the window sill.
“Casper- Juno is a cactus. There is no CPS (Cactus Protective Services).” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon with her own arms crossed over her chest and an eyebrow raised, “Now if you could- Can you please go unpack a few boxes?” (Y/N) shooed Namjoon away before her eyes widened and she added in, “NOTHING LABELED FRAGILE!”
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“You know if we painted a wall or two in here, it would liven up the place so much…” Namjoon looked around the bland apartment, “Maybe an accent wall over here. A floor lamp over there. A new plant in the kitchen. It wouldn’t hurt you to give Juno some siblings.”
(Y/N) looked flabbergasted, “You want me to pop out another child?!”
“No I mean-” Namjoon’s eyes widened.
“-OUT OF MY WALLET?!? MY BARELY 21 DOLLARS!?” (Y/N) got her wallet out and zipped it open. She shook it in the demon’s face, about 26 pennies, 2 nickels, 1 dime, and a quarter fell out. It was followed by a single, folded, 5 dollar bill.
“I don’t think that’s 21 dollars, (Y/N)” Namjoon looked down at the floor, where one or more of the coins had caught onto his feet.
“I have a gift card.” She pulled out the cheap plastic, silver, $25 visa gift card (that didn’t have 25 dollars) with a bit of a struggle.
“How much exactly is on that gift card (Y/N)?” Namjoon eyed the flimsy silver object.
“You expect me to know- I mean probably more than 10 dollars!” Namjoon raised a brow at the statement. “Okay, maybe about 3.69.” Namjoon sighed, massaging his temples. (Y/N) bent down to put the money back into her wallet like a pigeon eating bread crumbs the old lady on the bench threw onto the floor.
Namjoon walked away from the pigeon-girl and grabbed a notepad and pen that was left on the kitchen counter. “We’re making you a to-do list.” He stated, clicking the pen.
“WE haven’t even unpacked all the boxes yet.” (Y/N) whined, pointing at the last large box in the middle of the hallway. Namjoon looked to where she pointed and shrugged.
“It says Christmas decorations.”
“EXACTLY! VERY. IMPORTANT.” she clapped her hands in between each word.
“It’s February.” He said.
“It’s still winter.” (Y/N) reasoned, finally done picking up the money. She plopped herself down onto the small brown couch.
“Okay so first off you need a job.” He wrote it down onto the notepad, the pen scratching being overlapped by a loud gasp from the human in the room.
“You dare ignore me?!” She yelled offendedly at the demon who glanced at her before looking back down at what he was writing.
“You also need to go to the supermarket.”
“I told you I barely have any money.”
“Your parents gave you some money.”
“Oh, you’re right.”
“And also, you should walk to the school and find a short route to get there.” Namjoon pulled out a literal map.
(Y/N) pouted, “I thought you were gonna walk me to all my classes to deter all the frat boys from coming my way…”
“I did say that,” he confirmed before continuing. “But I mean to get to the actual school grounds.”
“But we have a car.” She had drawnout the ‘but,’ trying to make her point that she didn’t need to walk.
“But you need exercise.” He reasoned, mimicking the way she had said her words.
“Are you calling me fat?”
“No.”
“Yes you are.”
“(Y/N) i’m not.”
“Yeah you ARE, Casper.”
“Would you PLEASE call me by my actual name for once?”
“Sure thing. Rap Monster.” She teased, the ground started shaking. (Y/N) let out a loud screech looking up at the demon who’s eyes were rolled back. “OH FUCK YOU!”
The shaking died down, Namjoon staring down at the girl who was now underneath the coffee table. “This is why you’re still here!” she cried.
“You want me gone?” Namjoon questioned, offendedly. (Y/N) army crawled her way from her ‘safe spot.’
“I DIDN’T SAY THAT!” She yelled, returning the offended tone.
“I’m out,” Namjoon pivoted on his heel, walking to the front door robotically.
“Noooo!”
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“Will I ever see my socks again?” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon with hope, “I mean having shoes would be great too though.”
“What’s wrong with living in sandals? Birkenstocks are very comfortable.” Namjoon pivoted around with a candle in his hand.
“It’s winter.” (Y/N) frowned.
“You could always use mine?” He gestured to the shoes at the shoe rack at the front door. The ones that were closed toed…
“Your feet are too big.” (Y/N) looked over at the shoes, then looked down at her own feet, then at the demon.
“Size didn’t matter Last night with your sweaters?”
“That’s different, Namjoon.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.
“Size.” Namjoon smirked.
“Different.” (Y/N) stood confidently.
“You know, you could always just go buy new socks?” Namjoon looked at her oddly.
“I usually wait to get them for Christmas, you should know this by now.”
“Independence.” He stated.
“You’re a hypocrite.” Namjoon let out a ‘huh?’ and (Y/N) continued, “You said independence when you’re dependent on me.”
“That isn’t my fault.” Namjoon raised his hands in defense.
“It kind of is though…” (Y/N) shrugged, Namjoon opened his mouth to retort but was quickly cut off, “I’m literally a rehab center for you.”
“Apparently you’re not a nicely rated one.” Namjoon shook his head.
“I’ve helped 6 other demons, Namjoon. You’re just being difficult.” (Y/N) poked his chest really hard before retracting her hand.
“Ouch,” he put his hand over his heart where she had poked him, “You shouldn’t be saying these things to your client.”
“I didn’t ask to get a client or even BE a rehab center.”
“The reason why you became a rehab center was because you decided that humans were ugly and disgusting.”
“The reason why you ended up with me was because you did something bad and you just now decided to be a good person and it’s not turning out well for you.”
“For your information, I could have left a long time ago.” Namjoon crossed his arms, with an audible exhale from his nose. He stared down at the rehab center.
“And why didn’t you, hm?” (Y/N) crossed her arms also with a raised brow. Namjoon kept quiet, debating how to answer, keeping eye contact as if it was an olympic staring contest.
“You.” He said. (Y/N) snorted, ready to insult the patient. “-would’ve starved to death by now if I hadn’t stayed with you until now.” He finished, (Y/N) gasped, reaching up and hitting Namjoon on the shoulder.
“You. Jerk. Get. Away. From. Me.” She hit him harder every word before waddling away into the hallway from the chuckling demon.
“No problem,” Namjoon disappeared with a veil of sparkles out of view.
(Y/N) thrusted open the door to her new bedroom. Continuing her waddle to the end of the full size bed. Facing the head board, she plopped the top half of her body onto the bed front first. Namjoon reappeared about 6 feet away from her with a loud poof and a burst of sparkles scattering around the room.
“Go away.” (Y/N)’s face was still shoved into the mattress, “Seriously shoo.” (Y/N) lifted her arm off the bed to wave him off.
“I won’t go. You can’t make me.” Namjoon walked towards the bed hesitantly, scared to get fucking murdered by his prison warden, “Move over. Give me some room.”
“Go sleep in my closet.” (Y/N) flipped the demon off.
“You’d prefer nightmares over your dearest Casper?”
“Yes.” Namjoon sat down on the bed, his knee almost hitting the girl’s head. “I thought I said in the closet.”
“And I prefer the bed.” Namjoon leaned forward and took (Y/N) by her hands and pulled her closer to himself with an annoyed groan from her. She was pulled until her head was laid on his chest, wrapping his arms around her.
“I hate you.” (Y/N) grumbled into her demon-pillow.
“I know.”
“You live because I allow it, and that is it to be my flesh pillow.”
“Okay, now sleep.”
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“But why do you have to leave?” (Y/N) looked up at her bunk buddy, her chin was impaling the person’s chest.
“I have to. I'm ready to go.” Yoongi looked crestfallen, “They said I could have one more night. But then, when I leave, I can pass on my role.”
“Could you maybe not steal my socks?” (Y/N) pouted at Yoongi who chuckled in response. “This is a genuine request.” She said with slight seriousness in her tone.
“You don’t have any to steal anyways,” he rolled his eyes with an endearing smirk that replaced his dispirited look just seconds before.
“Ok just- don’t go stealing any of my clothing, I need it.” (Y/N) clicked her tongue, not denying the fact that she was sockless.
“I won’t. I don’t need your clothing.” Yoongi shrugged, “I might take your guinea pig though. Meatloaf is cute.”
“YOU wouldn’t DARE take Meatloaf from me.” She glared
“I can and I will.” Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest and looked towards the cage that housed Meatloaf. (Y/N) groaned, unlatching an arm that was sandwiched between the bed and Yoongi’s back. She planted her palm smack in the middle of the demon’s face, covering his view of the poor guinea pig.
“No.” She patted his face, Yoongi’s eyes now squeezed shut.
“I can lick your hand.” he threatened, his voice muffled and jumpy from the wacky hand.
“You’re gross,” she moved her hand up, now only covering his eyes and revealing a gummy smile from Yoongi.
“It’s sleep time,” he declared. (Y/N) whined in response, “I’ll be here in the morning to say goodbye one more time okay?”
“Promise?”
“Never said that,” he hummed.
“You jerk,” she groaned, laying her head sideways. Her ear over his heart, engraving the sound into her mind.
Like a cliche love story, (Y/N) woke up to no one but herself on the bed. Through groggy eyes, she could see that poor Meatloaf was gone too.
“I tried to stop him from taking Meatloaf I swear.” Namjoon uncrossed his arms from over his chest when he noticed that (Y/N) was awake.
“Did you really?” (Y/N) sat up in bed.
“I did, I swear,” he said immediately, “I have proof.”
“By proof, do you mean you broke something?” Namjoon took a deep breath figuring out whether or not to say yes or no.
“I… never said that.” He decided on dying, his words drifting off in nervousness.
“So… you did?” She concluded, Namjoon nodded slowly, his eyes down on the floor.
“Yea…” (Y/N) sighed, trying to find anger to cover up a tsunami of sadness that was approaching.
“It’ll be okay. We can summon him every once in a while. Maybe while we’re at it we can try to get your socks back.” Namjoon smiled and hoped it would make her feel better while the reality of things had begun to set in for him. All of the boys loved (Y/N) with all of their hearts but he was the only one willing to stay for the long run.
“I don’t think people want to go back to a rehab center, Namjoon.” (Y/N) let the tears begin to pour.
“(Y/N) it’ll be okay…” Namjoon went over to sit on the bed next to (Y/N), “Seriously we’ll get through this.” Namjoon put a hesitant hand onto (Y/N)’s shoulder and began trying to comfort her.
“I know- I know but-” (Y/N) sniffled, “Hold on, my mascara will run.”
“You’re not wearing any?-” Namjoon raised a brow and looked at (Y/N) like ‘bih-’
“Shush.” (Y/N) shushed Namjoon before shaking off his hand and placing her head on his shoulder.
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“You know you can’t prevent me from getting a boyfriend forever.” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon before continuing to pack her bag for school.
“I can and I will.” Namjoon slung his own bag over his shoulder. He was definitely a professor.
“You can’t make me be single forever.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and slung her backpack onto her shoulders.
“Your preferences in men are horrible (Y/N), I'm not trying to prevent you from getting a man.” Namjoon said in a matter of fact voice, moving and opening the front door, letting (Y/N) pass through before he walked out behind her.
She scoffed, “maybe you should hook me up with someone, maybe then you can leave rehab.”
“I miss Meatloaf,” Namjoon said solemnly, changing the subject.
“Why do you always change the subject when I bring up my love life?” (Y/N) complained, stomping her foot as they walked down the hallway of the apartment building toward the elevator.
“Do you think Yoongi will respond if we try to summon him?” He ignored the question.
“Hey Joon? Is your dick ribbed? I heard all the demon dicks were ribbed.”
Namjoon stopped in his tracks, putting his feet together and staring down at the human with a face screaming ‘what-the-fuck?’ (Y/N) had a boxy smile on her face, waiting for a response. “Who the fuck did you hear that from?”
“A fanfic I read, it was a group called DTS,” she shrugged. “Is it right though?” she leaned forward slightly in high expectations.
“Well-” Namjoon paused, “uhhh…” his eyes darted around. “Mine… isn’t.”
“Damn- that’s really disappointing,” (Y/N) frowned, throwing down an imaginary hat onto the ground and continuing walking with Namjoon following behind her.
“Why is it disappointing? You’re a virgin.” Namjoon raised an eyebrow.
“Why would you think I’m a virgin?” (Y/N) looked offended. They stopped in front of the closed silver elevator doors, Namjoon hit the down button before responding.
“You literally had no social life in middle and high school and depended on demons who were attached to you by force in order to not lose your ability to speak in English.” Namjoon raised a finger, “Plus I’ve known you since you were ten and unless it was before that… I would know.” He slipped into the elevator, turning around and walking backwards. A know-it-all smirk plastered on his face while (Y/N) had an annoyed look on her own.
“Can we just- stop before we start arguing about my sex life?” She marched forward into the elevator like a preteen going into their room after an argument with their parents.
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“How did you even become a professor?” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon confused. “Couldn’t you have just you know… poofed yourself from people’s view when I go to school?”
“I need something to do while you’re in class. I might as well teach asshole frat boys how to do business math amiright.” Namjoon chuckled.
“I mean… you can just be the ghost you are and haunt me n’ stuff?” (Y/N) suggested, “I mean you already do that, Casper.”
“That’s Professor Casper to you.” Namjoon laughed too hard at his own joke.
“Ew,” (Y/N) cringed. “I’d rather call you Daddy Casper.”
“Only in the bedroom.” Namjoon looked at the human.
“Sex doesn’t always have to be private.” (Y/N) stared back at the demon, flipping her hair back. “Wait- are YOU a virgin then?” She asked, bringing back the topic from earlier, but this time about Namjoon.
“Classified.” Namjoon glared.
“So you ARE a virgin?” (Y/N) snorted a laugh, “And you call yourself a demon.”
“Not all demons are incubi or succubi, your demon-racist.” Namjoon accused.
“I am not demon-racist.” (Y/N) looked up at the tall demon, “I’m human.”
“You’re not a human, you’re the personification of the word ‘dumbass.’” He said, poking the proclaimed dumbass on the forehead.
“Rude of you to assume what I am, Casper.” (Y/N) smacked away his hand and pushed Namjoon not so gently on the shoulder.
“Now you’re the hypocrite,” Namjoon glared, “Professor Casper.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Daddy Casper.”
Namjoon frowned, “If you’re so persistent on not calling me Professor, then just Daddy works fine.”
The girl shrugged, “I’d prefer to just call you Daddy Casper, but without the Daddy part.”
“But what if I want to be called Daddy Casper.” Namjoon wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as they walked through the gates of the school, the walk soon enough would be coming to an end.
“Woahhhh down bessie.” (Y/N) lifted her hands and moved them in a downward motion, “Save it for the student who’s gonna try to fuck you for their grade.”
Namjoon laughed again, “You say it as if it won’t be you trying to fuck for an A.”
“I don’t get how an idiot like you got a job as a professor.” (Y/N) punched Professor Namjoon on the shoulder who was still laughing at the insult he pulled out his ass against the girl.
“I don’t know how an idiot like you got into college.” Namjoon rubbed his shoulder and then pushed (Y/N) back with a grin on his face. The bell conveniently rang, ending the conversation and forcing the pair to speed their way over to the classrooms.
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“You know I saw one of the sorority girls eyeing you, I think we’ve found our fuck-for-a-grade person.” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon, “You wouldn’t fuck her right?”
“I would never fuck one of my students.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “Plus I don’t like cheerleaders, I like depressed freshmen who can see demons and that double time as rehab facilities.”
“I am not a rehab facility. I am a struggling freshman.” (Y/N) clapped at Namjoon.
“No you’re not a rehab facility, you’re my rehab facility.” Namjoon smiled cheekily, “And the way I see it you are not a struggling freshman, you live with a professor that helps you with most of your homework.”
“Eh- The one thing you don’t help with is stress relief.” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon, “The least you could do is let me go out and find a boyfriend.”
“You HAVE a boyfriend.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) seriously.
“WHERE? WHO?” (Y/N)’s eyes frantically searched the room.
“HERE! ME!” Namjoon pointed at himself and then widened his eyes.(Y/N) looked at Namjoon with a raised brow, her frantic eyes stopping and looking the demon up and down.
“I didn’t know you had a rental-boyfriend service?” (Y/N) said in genuine shock, “I don’t have any money though so-“
“You don’t have to rent me.” Namjoon scoffed, “I’m right here and I cost no money.”
“I don’t take charity work, sorry.” Namjoon groaned and covered his face with a hand.
“You’re literally the most stubborn person I know.”
“I’m trying to keep my single streak here, thank you very much.”
“Wait so we aren’t dating?”
“You thought we were dating?”
“You didn’t think that?”
“You like me?”
“You didn’t know?”
“I mean- you never said it-”
“I literally said it seconds ago, (Y/N).”
“Well yeah, seconds ago I guess but I mean before?”
“I literally confessed to you when we were looking for apartments to move out of your parents house.”
“When?-”
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“What about this place then?”
“I like it.”
“More than you like me?”
“No.”
“Good.”
“Are you questioning my love for you?”
“Bitch, maybe I am.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“Why shouldn’t I be questioning it then, hmm?”
“I’m literally helping you look for a home that we both will move into.”
“That proves nothing.”
“Bitch- If that doesn’t say ‘I LOVE YOU’ I don’t know what does.”
“Oh, I don't know. Maybe saying ‘I love you’ straight up?”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“I love you.”
“Nice.”
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“Ohhhhhh.” (Y/N) smiled, “You meant that?”
Namjoon looked at her with a blank face. She stared back waiting for an answer that didn’t come.
“So… you do mean it?” She confirmed it herself. The demon nodded slowly, waiting for her to process it.
“(Y/N)? You good?” Namjoon waved a hand in front of her face.
“You know,” she started, finally having rebooted her system. “There’s a lot of things wrong with this relationship. First of all, you’re a demon and I'm a human.”
“Not the first time I've heard of that type of relationship.”
“Secondly, you’re supposed to leave soon considering you’ve delayed it enough. Even using my personified dreamcatcher as compensation to stay longer.”
“I’m pretty sure at this point, they’ve given up on trying to get me back.”
“Third of all, it’s weird that you’ve literally known me since I was ten.” She held up ten fingers, “How old are you again?”
“Not that old for a demon,” he shrugged.
“Exactly. For a demon, thank you for proving my point.” Namjoon went to retort but (Y/N) continued. “Fourth, teacher and student relationships are weird.”
“People roleplay it in the bedroom?” Namjoon shrugged once again.
“Exactly,” she said again.
“It’s technically not weird since you’re not my student though. You’re definitely not a business major so…” Namjoon weighed the pros and cons of being caught with a student even if said student isn’t even one of his.
“I’m an English Major- BUT that’s besides the point. You’ve still known me since I was ten.” (Y/N) poked Namjoon’s chest.
“Hey it’s not like I was creeping on you when you were a kid…” Namjoon raised his hands in defense.
“No you just started creeping on me when I was around sixteen.”
“It’s more acceptable than pedophiles!”
“You’re like three hundred!” She exclaimed, she threw her hands above her head to
“Add about seven-hundred years to that.” Namjoon added with slight hesitation.
(Y/N) stood there, mouth agape, trying to do the mental math.
“You’re one-thousand?!”
“Give or take some.”
“I- I’m going to remove myself from this situation.” (Y/N) walked away.
[:] I ran out of image things, so we get text from now on. [:]
“Maybe I should start sleeping in the closet.” Namjoon voiced his thoughts as he was grading papers one night.
“You don’t have to sleep in the closet.” (Y/N) looked at the demon from across the kitchen table.
“The closet is comfortable.” Namjoon shrugged before voicing his concerns about the student’s work, “I’m pretty sure this student is gonna try to suck my dick for an A. This work sucks ass. How did she even get x=34? The answer is x=0!”
“I’m bad at math, don't look at me.” (Y/N) jotted a note down on her work before closing her notebook.
“But anyway- Back on track. Why do you want to start sleeping in the closet?” (Y/N) raised a questioning brow.
“Because the bed is awkward now.” Namjoon sighed before writing a bold ‘10/35’ down on the paper and circling it. (Y/N) glanced over at the paper that was marked red at every inch of it.
“You should put ‘see me after class’ on it. Maybe she’ll suck your non-ribbed demon dick.” (Y/N) suggests as she puts away her notebook. Namjoon’s fist hit the table in annoyance with a loud sigh that definitely said ‘i’m not getting some dumb bitch to suck my dick.’ The girl snorted, “Geez, no need to be so rough on the table.”
“Stop bringing up my non-ribbed demon dick.” Namjoon glared across the table.
“You admit that it’s not ribbed? That’s rough, man.” (Y/N) sighed sympathetically. “Some people are into that, you know.” Namjoon facepalmed, a bit too harshly, a loud smack echoing in the cramped apartment. “No need to be so rough, Casper.”
“You’d probably like it rough, and why the hell are you so bent on the fact that my dick isn’t ribbed?” Namjoon glared, moving onto the next student’s paper.
“We’ve taken the god damn BDSM test together, Casper. You KNOW I'd like it rough.” (Y/N) said in a smart-ass tone, knowing for a fact that they’ve done the test before.
“That shit lies,” Namjoon declared, “I’m not a bottom.”
“We know sweetie, we know. The test did you dirty.” (Y/N) weighed her options before ultimately deciding not to cross the room to comfort her demon. “But you know, the test DID have some direct questions-”
“You mean like the golden showers?”
“Ew, why would you even bring that up.”
“You said ‘direct questions.'” Namjoon shrugged.
“That question was traumatic.” (Y/N) shuddered, “But anyway, You can keep sleeping in the bed. It’s only awkward for you. Plus you can’t even be a demon dreamcatcher from a closet.”
“I can and I will. Now go get ready for bed. I'll join you in a bit. I have to email the kids' advisor.”
[:] Oh wow, another spliter [:]
“What’s awkward about this?” (Y/N) asked, ignorant to the fact that it was very awkward. Her legs were wrapped around the demon’s waist, who was laying down as straight as a log uncomfortably.
“Everything is uncomfortable.” Namjoon tried to push (Y/N) off of him.
“This is where you’re wrong,” (Y/N) states. “Your chesticles are very comfortable.” She furthered her point, by moving her head and weirdly nuzzling her cheek into his chest.
“(Y/N) get off of me.” Namjoon was now really uncomfortable.
“No.” (Y/N) pulled Namjoon’s log-body closer.
“Please?” Namjoon wiggled some more, “Seriously (Y/N) get off.”
“No…” (Y/N) held Namjoon tighter, “Imma go sleep now.”
“Ok (Y/N).” With that Namjoon pushed (Y/N) up and off of him and climbed out of bed and into the closet.
(Y/N) whined, “Nooooooo!” She looked at the closet through her eyebrows. “Are you hiding something from me?” She accused the demon.
“Excuse me?” Namjoon opened the closet door a bit.
“Oh my god- are you a closet gay?” She gasped loudly.
“WHAT?” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) from the crack in the doorway.
“It’s okay! You don’t need to use a fake confession to hide it from me.” She comforted the demon, “I will support you 1000 percent.”
“I’M NOT GAY!” Namjoon wiggled around in the closet before emerging from the space.
“Okay okay- but just so you know, there’s nothing wrong with being gay, Casper. Closeted or not.” She hummed, her words being muffled as she slowly put her face into the mattress.
“It’s been awkward since you basically called me a cradle robber, you stubborn piece of shit.” Namjoon blushed at his confession.
“I thought you didn’t care about that earlier.” (Y/N) looked back up, taking a deep breath of air after almost suffocating herself.
“Well I did.” Namjoon huffed out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
“Well that sucks,” (Y/N) said blandly, “I was thinking of saying I love you.”
“The fuck- wait,” Namjoon’s eyes widened.
“Night night.”
[:] Cockadoodle-Doo it's morning [:]
The next morning came around quickly for (Y/N), though I wouldn’t say the same for Namjoon. Having him overthinking the “postponed” love confession from (Y/N). Meanwhile, though the night was quick, the morning dragged the girl by the toilet paper stuck at the bottom of her shoe.
Frown plastered on her face, seemingly deep in thought. She was unmoving in her seat aside from her wrist moving to stir the half eaten cereal in front of her. Namjoon sat across from her, “You can stop thinking, you’re going to hurt your head.”
The insult snapped the girl out of her concentration, she looked up and clicked her tongue. “I was just thinking about you. You want me to stop doing that?”
Namjoon raised a brow, “Depends on what you were thinking about.”
“I was wondering if we could summon the boys,” (Y/N) smiled before continuing, “Maybe get my socks back…”
“Are you saying you’d enjoy the company of your socks more than you with me?” Namjoon asked rhetorically with a shocked expression. (Y/N) gagged and rolled her eyes.
“Namjoon…” she said with a honey coated tone. “Are you saying you don’t know that I know you’ve used MY socks before?” The accused had a shocked look on his face that looked like he was on the verge of throwing up.
(Y/N) started snickering, amused by the demon’s expression. “As if I'd use your cheap ass yellow striped socks,” Namjoon aimed his nose at the ceiling. The girl laughed harder, finding the insult to her socks a bit too amusing.
“Okay, back on topic,” she said in between giggles, “We’ll get back to this later.” Namjoon shook his head, unamused unlike the person across from him.
The offended sock insulter cleared his throat, “We should have enough time before we need to go to the school to summon one of them.” He said in a factual voice, (Y/N) nodded as she took a glance at the time that read 7:23 am.
“What did we need again?” She got up from the stool she sat on, abandoning the poor soggy cereal. Namjoon got up also with a hum of thought.
“Candles and a lighter are the main things, obviously,” He says. (Y/N) nodded going into one of the kitchen cabinets for the items. “And if we’re summoning all of them, we’d need offerings…” Namjoon drifted off.
(Y/N) put down the candles onto the marble counter and looked at Namjoon questionably, “So… we need another hamster and dog?” This made the demon pause before nodding slowly, the situation becoming a bit more difficult than it needed to be now.
“And then what about Hobi? What he took wasn’t exactly… a physical object?” She also put it into consideration and clicked her tongue. “I’m still mad at you for sacrificing my literal source of happiness and good luck for yourself.” Namjoon’s jaw dropped.
“I thought we were past this!” He threw his hands up in the air, (Y/N) flipping him off simultaneously.
“Maybe you were,” she sassed, pointing fingers with a half assed glare.
“Technically, it wasn’t a sacrifice, (Y/N).” He said, crossing his arms.
“Well-” She was cut off by the demon.
“Nuh uh, It was just him choosing to leave and wanting to stay,” he snapped, not in a harsh way though.
“But-”
“You know what, let’s just try and summon them another day. I don’t think it’d work anyways.” Namjoon said, dismissing the topic by waving his hand, taking a glance at the tree outside.
[:] Wooshy flash back time I guess [:]
“Why are you still here?” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon, “I mean weren’t you supposed to leave this year?”
“I was supposed to leave instead of Hobi last year. I asked to stay.” Namjoon was sitting nonchalantly in one of the lounge chairs in her parents' living room reading the book she was supposed to be reading for school.
“Why didn’t you leave when you were supposed to?” (Y/N) looked at the demon, a look of confusion evident on her features.
“Who else is supposed to write your book reports for school?” Namjoon smirked while holding up the book before going back to reading said book.
“Then why did Hobi leave? Did he not want to be attached anymore?” (Y/N) began to tear up.
“It’s not that. I asked to stay because I felt I wasn’t ready to leave yet and Hoseok felt he was ready to leave. Most of the time, we leave when our time comes (Y/N). Hobi and mine were at the same time and I wanted to stay so I stayed.” Namjoon smiled at (Y/N).
“But why didn’t Hobi want to stay?” (Y/N)’s tears were flowing freely at this point.
“(Y/N)! Are you crying?” (Y/N)’s mom came rushing downstairs to investigate why her only child was crying.
“I’m fine.” Even (Y/N) wasn’t convincing herself, “Really Mom, I’m just over exhausted. I’m gonna go up to my room.”
[:] And back to the present :) [:]
“Are you almost ready to go?” Namjoon popped his head into the bedroom, “We have to leave soon if you want to be on time for school.”
“I’m almost ready, relax. And don’t you have a class to teach and a non-ribbed dick to get sucked by that one bitch for an A?” (Y/N) scoffed from where she was printing an essay that Namjoon had written the night before.
Namjoon started counting down from five, “Five- You better fucking get your ass in gear or you’re gonna be late. Four- Seriously (Y/N). Three- Professor Howard can’t give you another pass just because he likes you. Two-” Namjoon got cut off by (Y/N).
“I’m ready, asshole.” (Y/N) looked at him, “You better not let that bitch Brianna suck your dick.”
“I won’t let her suck my dick!” Namjoon raised his hands in defense, “What about my toes though?” (Y/N) looked at the demon with a face of disgust and looked at him from head to toe.
“Are you Namjoon or Taehyung?” She squinted, looking at his face.
“It was a joke!” Namjoon smirked, “But I'm sure she’ll do it for an A anyway.”
“I’m done with this conversation Casper.” With that (Y/N) slung her bag over her shoulder and left.
“Hey wait!” Namjoon grabbed his own bag before speed walking after (Y/N).
[:] Professor Casper or Daddy Casper? [:]
“SO.” (Y/N) sat down across from Namjoon in his office, “Rumour has it that you’re dating a cute english-lit major and are up for evaluation. What say you in your defense?”
“I mean I am dating a cute english-lit major. But I’m not up for evaluation, I used my demon charms to get out the punishment.”
Namjoon looked at (Y/N) seriously.
“Did you actually?” (Y/N) gaped at Namjoon.
“No. I explained that dating you is punishment enough.” Namjoon smiled, his dimples popping.
“Bastard.” (Y/N)looked at Namjoon.
“Bitch.” Namjoon smirked at (Y/N) before leaning over the desk and kissing her on the forehead, “I love you.”
“Good.” (Y/N) blushed.
There, through the window of the office, there were 6 peeping toms watching the couple.
“Adadada-uda,” Taehyung stuttered, “THEY’RE SO CUTE!”
“This looks like it’d turn out like a straight porn video on the hub,” Yoongi says bluntly.
Jungkook looked at Yoongi, “Ew straight.”
“Moving on,” Seokjin cleared his throat, “Does anyone remember when (Y/N) said I love you back?”
A series of “No’s” could be heard.
“Maybe we weren’t watching!” Jimin raised his hands, “But when were we not watching?”
“Oh I know!” Hoseok interrupted, “When they split up because of classes earlier. We left Yoongi hyung in charge just in case something happened.”
“I took a nap and must've missed it.” The guilty demon shrugged.
“No, (Y/N) definitely isn’t someone who confesses straight up.” Seokjin said, stroking his chin. The rest nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, that's why she didn’t have a man when we were still there.” Jungkook snorted.
“No JK, we all know the reason why (Y/N) was always single. Was because she was pining after Namjoon.” Jimin stated the obvious.
[:] Damn. Imagine having someone to kiss in public. Or at all. [:]
“So how do you reckon the staff caught onto us… I mean PDA really isn’t our thing.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “Who have you told?”
“I haven’t told anyone!” (Y/N) frowned, “Maybe someone saw us go home together? I bet it was that bitch Brianna. She gives off the stalker vibes.”
“I’m not gonna let her suck my dick.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “And she’s already failing my class so even if I did let her suck my non-ribbed punisher, she still would probably only have a D-.”
“Hey- I thought we stopped referring to your dick as non-ribbed.” Namjoon raised a brow, making a face that said ‘you’re-the-one-who-started-it.’
Reading his expression (Y/N) glared at the demon, “Technically you’re the one who started it because you freely admitted it freely.”
“What makes you find out the hard way that my dick isn’t ribbed?” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) suggestively before flopping namtiddie first into the couch.
“I think I would've preferred finding out the hard way.” (Y/N) flopping onto Namjoon’s hard back.
“So I can’t even have the couch to myself?” Namjoon groaned before realizing what (Y/N) meant by ‘finding out the hard way,’ “Are you saying you rather had found out in the heat of the moment after having prepared yourself for a ribbed demon dick?” Namjoon leaned his head up to bump (Y/N) who still had her fat ass on his back, “I can’t breathe, get off.”
(Y/N) rolled off of Namjoon before plopping herself down in front of Namjoon, “That’s exactly what I am saying.”
[:] Smh stalkers at every moment [:]
“And I got a big fat ass!” (Y/N) shook her ass while singing off-key.
“Your ass is everything but big, baby.” Namjoon passed (Y/N) to reach for the garlic from the spice cabinet.
The girl turned and looked at Namjoon with an offended look, “You know. As my rental boyfriend, you’re supposed to be nice.”
Garlic forgot, Namjoon turned to (Y/n) and grabbed her waist, “I’m not your rental boyfriend and you know that.”
(Y/N) laughed, “Okay go off I guess, not my rental boyfriend.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes before pushing Namjoon away.
“Woman,” Namjoon placed a hand over his heart, “You wound me.”
(Y/N) turned around and smiled at her demon, “I could argue that you’re the one that wounds me.”
“I do not wound you.” Namjoon scoffs, “But I could very well wound you if you keep saying i’m a rental boyfriend, love.”
“Well we wouldn’t want you to wound me now would we,” (Y/N) smiled up at Namjoon before leaning in and placing a quick peck to his lips, “I love you.”
Namjoon smiled before returning (Y/N)’s peck with a chaste kiss, “I love you too, baby.”
*Meanwhile from the dining room 6 men were watching from not so afar*
“Hyung! Hyung! Did you see that!” Jungkook excitedly pointed towards the couple in the kitchen.
Yoongi groaned, “See what?”
“Le gasp! How could you have missed that!” Taehyung held a hand over his heart, “(Y/N) initiated affection for once!”
Jin smiled, “It really was adorable.”
[:] Oh look, you're at the end. [:]
“Every kiss begins with consent.” Namjoon wiggled his shoulders while grading papers at the table.
(Y/N) smirked before leaning over the table and planting a large whet kiss on Namjoon’s cheek.
“Rude.” Namjoon scoffed before pulling (Y/N) in for a proper kiss.
“You know that kiss didn’t have much of my consent in it.” (Y/N) smiled before leaning in for another kiss.
“I don’t think I consented to that either though.” Namjoon smiled.
“Get back to work baby.” (Y/N) nudged Namjoon towards his pile of papers.
“Yeah yeah.” Namjoon smiled before looking down and putting a big red ‘F’ on a paper clearly marked Brianna Simms.
“When will she just drop the class?” (Y/N) chuckled, “Dumbass.”
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artificialqueens · 5 years ago
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The Goode Case, 10/14 (Jaida/Jan) - Juno
Chapter Summary: Rock and Dahlia have an inkling as to what has happened to Gigi, and Jaida receives a chilling message.
(A/N: Hi everyone! Warning: this chapter is huge by accident. But I hope you enjoy part ten all the same! Thank you as well to everyone who has left supportive messages!!)
Tuesday 31stOctober
9.18AM
The moment Jaida had walked into their office on the fourth floor, Jackie had ambushed her and tried to pull her into their usual meeting room. Jaida had protested, yanking her wrist free from Jackie’s desperate grasp.
“Jackie! At least let me get my coffee!”
Jackie had relented and let Jaida fill up her first cup, and hastily gulp it down and refill it with a second, before Jackie – who somehow didn’t seem to be powered by anything caffeinated – had pulled her back into the meeting room.
“Jaida, we need to be fast, before Brita gets in. When -”
“Brita’s not arrived yet?” Jaida looked at her watch. “It’s gone nine! Since when is Brita ever late?”
“Listen to me!” Jackie cried, her desperation silencing Jaida. “When Brita projected out of her body on Sunday night at the guest house, you saw her, right?”
Jaida nodded.
“Did she do anything in her projected form?” Jackie spoke twice as fast as usual, and with Jaida’s mind still waiting for the caffeine to kick in, she was getting a headache trying to follow.
“I dunno,” Jaida shrugged, “she just went towards that woman – that Visage woman, you know, she was in the room too.”
“Did she like, leave the circle, or touch her at all?”
“She – maybe, why?”
“Jaida! You have to remember!”
“I don’t know, let’s say yes for argument’s sake,” Jaida snapped. “What’s this about?”
“I think Michelle’s latched onto her.”
“To Brita?”
“Yesterday, Brita spent the whole day telling me to stop trying to read her mind, when I wasn’t, so maybe she was feeling that because –“
“… because someone else was trying to get in her mind?”
“Yeah, someone who had latched on to her! And she went back on her own yesterday afternoon, we don’t know what she was doing; she can’t have been looking for her torch for a whole hour! And then last night, outside, it definitelywasn’t her that I heard, but something else happened -”
“Hold up. Are you telling me someone is possessing Brita? Because you’ve said some far-fetched shit since I’ve known you Jackie, but girl, that’s a stretch, even on Hallowe’en.”
“Jaida –“
“Sorry I’m late.” The meeting room door opened suddenly, and Brita nonchalantly strolled in, Starbucks in hand. “I was stuck in traffic.”
Jaida raised a cynical eyebrow at her.
“What? It’s pumpkin spice, so what? Let a basic bitch live her life.” Brita took a slurp at the coffee before putting it down on the table. “It’s Hallowe’en, anyway. Haven’t you seen the fucking pictures of ghosts someone has stuck all over the office doors? Pumpkin spice is the least of our worries. There are ghosts everywhere anyway, right Jackie?”
“Right, yeah,” Jackie mumbled.
“Boo!” Brita teased, chuckling. Jaida felt herself shudder as she realised that wasn’t Brita’s usual laugh.
“So – where are we on the Goode case?” Brita looked between Jaida to Jackie, stern all of a sudden. “Chief is on my ass. You know the Goodes, right? Renowned wedding dress designer Carol, and surgeon to the Royal Family of London, England – what’s his name – Richard? They’re pissed. Their daughter is missing. If she remains missing, there’s a problem for all of us.”
“We get it,” Jaida muttered. “And so far we have the anklet and the two witnesses, and the guest house.”
“Screw them. They’re useless. We found an anklet there, so what? There was no sign of a body. Forensics were on location again yesterday, and there is no sign of Georgina there. It’s a dead end. We’re getting sniffer dogs to the location of the party last Thursday, and a search warrant on the student halls again. Oh, and we need to get that Crystal in for further investigation. She knows something she’s not telling us. And I want to find out what.”
Brita’s mouth was set in a thin line, her eyes cold, staring at Jaida. Jackie by contrast wouldn’t take her eyes off Brita, but Brita avoided her gaze.
“But, you wanted to do further investigation on the guest house, with my friend Dahlia. Remember? At 3pm? I sent you a message?”
“There’s no point. Cancel it.”
“Brita! It’s all arranged!”
“Jaida, you’ll be writing up the progress report for Chief today,” Brita said, ignoring Jaida. “He wants it on his desk tonight for six pm. Jackie, you’re going through the members of the party on this list.” Brita unfurled a list. “Don’t skip any of them. I want at least five of them set up for interview tomorrow, and the timetable delivered to me before four. I’ll be handling Forensics. They’re covering the whole area. We need to be searching the right places.”
“But –“
“Jaida, we don’t have time for that séance bullshit. We need to find Georgina’s body, and we’ve established it’s not at the guest house. We need to extend our search.”
Jaida sighed and nodded. “Okay, Brita. I get you changed your mind. Did you have to be rude about it?”
“I’m not being rude. We just need to get this case closed, today.”
“Brita,” Jackie whispered, waiting for Brita to look back at her. When Brita turned to Jackie, Jackie grabbed her forearm.
“What are you doing? Let go,” Brita demanded, but Jackie held on to her for a few more seconds.
Brita turned away, wrenching her arm from Jackie with a shudder. “Get through the list today,” she muttered, standing up and taking her pumpkin spice latte, striding out of the meeting room and to the desk.
Jackie’s hands were shaking as she took a deep breath, and sat at the meeting room table. “That wasn’t Brita just now. It’s that Visage woman, I know it is. Something must have happened to her when she went to the house yesterday afternoon. Michelle has attached herself to her.”
“I can’t, Jackie, I can’t,” Jaida muttered, starting to walk away, but Jackie seized her wrist, frantic with worry, and when she spoke, she sounded slightly hysterical.
“Why are you so willing to give up on Brita?”
“I’m not giving up on Brita!” Jaida cried, her own voice quivering with emotion.
“That’s what it looks like!”
“I don’t know what I’m doing, alright Jackie? It’s – it’s completely out of control!”
It felt like more than Jaida could take. Tears pricked at her eyes and she blinked them back, feeling utterly helpless. Brita had been acting strangely, Jackie had been acting strangely too, and they were still no closer to finding Gigi; while Brita happily threw in a curveball of discounting the house altogether. As for bringing Crystal into the line of enquiry, it seemed almost too absurd to contemplate as even a possibility.
Jaida put her face in her hands. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she repeated, “and I don’t know how to know what I’m doing.”
“I don’t know either,” Jackie whispered, “but we need to do something. Brita’s got an attachment. And a strong one too. It’s completely overpowered her.”
“I’ll – I’ll see if I can finish the report early. Get to the house for 3pm. Meet Dahlia on my own.”
“You’re definitely not going alone. Look what happened to Brita!”
“Okay, okay!” Jaida rubbed her eyes. “What’s out next step, then?”
“I – I don’t know,” Jackie whispered, tears falling from her own eyes. “It all feels so hopeless.”
Brita opened the door to the meeting room, making them both jump. “Jaida, are you gonna start on this report?”
“Sure, sure,” Jaida muttered, following Brita out the door.
Brita put her hands on her hips. “Jackie, for God’s sake, stop crying. You look ridiculous.”
Jackie was staring at Brita, then at Jaida.
That was when Jaida was hit with an idea. She could still communicate with Jackie, even if they had to remain silent.
As forcefully as she could, she thought, Jackie, listen for me. I’ll fix a plan.
She managed to catch Jackie’s frown. Had she understood?
11.59AM
Lunch at 12. Meet outside. Lunch at 12. Meet outside. Lunch at 12. Meet outside.
Jaida had spent the morning wishing she could also read minds. It was difficult having a one-way communication. She’d just assumed that Jackie was hearing her from the other side of the partition of their desks. They did have this connection, after all. But Jackie had been ignoring her, whether pointedly or not, Jaida wasn’t sure.
Nothing else for it. As loudly as she could, she’d thought it again. LUNCH AT 12. MEET OUTSIDE. POLISH YOUR DAMN GLASSES IF YOU CAN HEAR ME.
Jackie had flinched, before removing her statement reading glasses and polishing them on the hem of her shirt. Even that hadn’t entirely convinced Jaida.
But when Jaida stopped for lunch at 12, she was relieved to see Jackie on the stairs waiting for her, dancing from foot to foot nervously.
“Jaida, you’re a genius, but I heard you the first time.”
“Come on,” Jaida muttered, not wanting to waste any more time; and Jackie followed her meekly.
“Where are we going?”
“Bus.”
Jackie, always so talkative especially when she was worried, seemed happy to silently follow for once. Happy to tap her card on the bus card reader. Happy to sit on the bus next to Jaida in silence.
Jaida noticed Jackie kept turning her head towards her, and then away. Felt a small nudge in her elbow. 
Going to see Dahlia. DAHLIA. AT HER SHOP. DAHLIA.
Jaida didn’t quite know how it worked, but she saw Jackie give the smallest hint of a nod. Thinking hard on each word seemed to get the message across sooner. Jaida tried again, this time the thoughts seeming to spring straight from her heart.
I’m sorry for yelling.
This time there was a definite nudge, and the feeling of Jackie’s fingers crawling into the crook of her elbow to give her a comforting squeeze. Encouraged, Jaida carried on with her train of thought.
I’m scared for Brita. I want to help her. But I hate this weird shit. Just want it to be normal.
Another squeeze. Jaida wished that she could hear Jackie’s thoughts too, that they could have a whole mental conversation instead of it being so one-sided.
Come on. Our stop.
Syn City was open, the “Gone to raise hell lunch” sign was turned over to “Open to demons customers” and as Jaida pushed the heavy wooden door, the bell sounded above their heads, to signal that a customer was coming in.
Dahlia craned her neck from the back room, and sprung up, climbing down the steps to meet them both.
“Hey, Jaida. Jackie. Long time no see.”
“Is that Jaida again?” Rock called, tripping down the stairs. “Ow. I wish I’d known. I could have bought more mocha. Oh, and she’s brought her friend.” Rock waved to Jackie, who did not return it.
“Dahl, something’s happened to Brita. We think,” Jaida looked at Jackie, who nodded. “We think she’s picked up an attachment. Possibly the Visage woman. Michelle, her name is. She went back to the house alone yesterday, while I was here with you, and she’s acted strange all morning.”
Dahlia gave a low whistle. “That’s not a good sign. She probably felt a pull to the building from the spirit latching on to her, maybe even on Sunday night. If it’s strong enough, there’s only so much time you can fight that kind of pull. How long was she there yesterday?”
Jackie looked at her feet. “She was gone a little while. Maybe – up to an hour.”
“An hour?” Rock’s jaw might have scraped the floor if her mouth was any wider. “She won’t have stood a chance! Didn’t you see the reviews on Paradata?”
“On what?” Jackie asked Jaida.
“Look, what can we do about it?” Jaida asked impatiently.
“She has to get rid of the attachment. She has to go back to the house and cast it off.” Rock tilted her head and smiled. “Simple.”
“Not simple! She refuses! She flat out said she wouldn’t come to the house for three today!” Jackie cried. “She’s even trying to deflect the investigation, so no one goes to the house! She’s accused Crystal of all people of having something to do with it!”
“Which one was Crystal?” Dahlia asked Rock.
“You know, the other medium. Red hair.”
“Oh, that one.”
“Yeah, that’s definitely fishy,” Rock nodded. “When I did sage on Crystal, all her thoughts were love and kindness and trying to do more to find Gigi. There isn’t a nasty bone in her whole body. It’s likely a deflection by the attachment. Keeping you away from the house.”
“Dahl, please, we only have an hour for lunch!” Jaida said irritably. “How are we meant to get Brita there?”
“If she literally refuses to go, all you can do is make Brita fight the attachment for long enough to get her to the house. Even if it then overpowers her again, she’d be at the right place.”
Jackie let out a cackle, becoming more hysterical by the minute. “And how are we meant to make Brita fight it off? That’s basically impossible! It attacked me last night!”
“Wait, what? How?” Jaida spun to face Jackie, who looked as if she was losing the plot.
“Yes, you still haven’t asked me why she’s saying I hit her, have you?” Jackie laughed, but there was no humour there, only bitterness. “I tried to read her mind, and … guess what? It was a trap! Yeah! Whoever is attached to Brita must be able to manipulate you if you look at her eyes long enough! My mind went totally blank for a minute, so yeah, I mighthave slapped her, but I don’t recall doing it! But you didn’t stay long enough to ask me, did you?”
Jaida remained silent, as Jackie’s maniacal laughter wracked her whole body until she stopped, seemingly exhausted. Rock went cautiously to her and gathered her up in her arms, squeezing her a little too tightly.
“I know how – helpless you’re feeling, and you’re taking it out on Jaida, but you know that’s not right,” Rock said soothingly. “There will be a way that Brita can fight it off, but it’s so unique to every single person, and every attachment,” Rock shook her head sadly, disentangling herself from Jackie, who was calming. “I’ve no idea what to suggest.”
“Can’t she cast it off outside the house?”
Rock pursed her lips. “Possibly, but it’s much harder. The attachment only has two homes: the house, or the host. If it’s far from the house, it will cling to the host all the more. You’re more likely to lose it in the house.”
“That’s only half of it, Rock,” Jaida interrupted. “What about Gigi Goode? I saw her at the house, but it was just a spirit,not a person.”
“You’re a medium, it’d probably be stranger if you weren’t seeing spirits,” Rock muttered.
“The point is, if she’s a ghost, we should have a body, but we don’t. And we have the last confirmed location for her at the guest house. Forensics have found no other evidence other than inside the house!”
Dahlia was chewing a lock of her hair thoughtfully. “Maybe … I mean, it’s crazy, but maybe there is another explanation. It doesn’t happen often, but … if Gigi is being seen as a spirit, but there is no body …”
She laid a hand on Rock’s arm, who recoiled in horror. “God, I hope not!”
“What?” Jackie asked, her eyes darting between them.
Dahlia and Rock glanced at each other.
It was Rock who spoke. “I don’t want to scare you. But spirits that are strong enough can on occasion bring a living person to a different spirit plane. Not just an out-of-body projection, like what Brita did – but a whole, living person.”
“What? Why?”
“It gives a spirit some energy, if they want to remain in existence,” Dahlia continued. “It tends to be folks with gifts who are targeted, as they already have energies that align with the spiritual world.”
“How the hell does that even work?” Jaida cried.
“The spirit must do something to the person that would ordinarily kill them, to move them to their plane. It’s almost a kind of … paradox, I think,” Rock frowned, running a hand through her pastel-blue hair. “A spirit shouldn’t be able to kill something with a physical body. So, if they do, it … rips a hole in the divisions between the planes. If that makes sense.”
“It – sort of, I guess,” Jaida waved her hand, too confused to argue with anything at this point; nothing seemed to make sense any more. “What happens to the person, then? They die?”
“Eventually,” Dahlia sighed. “The spirit uses the life energy from the body. And the body is never found; it just becomes dust.”
Jackie swallowed hard. “Do you think that’s what happened to Gigi, on Thursday night?”
“You could be right,” Jaida conceded. Seeing Gigi at the window of the big room on the top floor of the guest house. Seeing Gigi, crying for help, while on a different plane with Thomas. He was – he was trying to show Jaida that that was where Gigi had been taken.
How hadn’t she realised before?
“It kind of makes sense, as Forensics can’t find a trail,” Jackie murmured, chewing her nail thoughtfully. “Does that mean Gigi has some gift too?”
“It could. Unless she’s related to the spirit – then there’s already a blood connection; there doesn’t necessarily need to be a spiritual one.”
“Oh.” Jaida remembered Gigi’s relation to Michelle. Jackie’s eyes flicked to her, most likely hearing Jaida’s train of thought.
“Is that what is going to happen to Brita too?”
“I don’t think so; normally, the spirit wouldn’t attach to the person first.” Dahlia ran a hand through her hair, trying to find the right words. “But they’d have to subdue them somehow. A spirit can’t easily try to kill someone who is trying to fight them off.”
“Like how?” Jackie asked.
But Jaida felt her blood turning cold as she realised. “Like, sing them a tune, and make them walk up a set of stairs and, I don’t know, pull them off to fall to their death?”
“That’s one example, yeah.” Dahlia looked suspicious. “Did Michelle try that on you?”
“No,” Jaida shook her head, “on Crystal. And maybe on Gigi. They were related, y’know.”
“Shit,” Jackie muttered, looking down at her watch. “Lunch hour is over soon! When’s the next bus, Jaida?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that! I’ll give you a ride!” Rock sang, pulling a set of car keys from one of the folds of her skirt.
They arrived at the station with three minutes to spare before one. Rock had taken to the streets of New York in her Citroen, her foot flat on the gas, knuckles white against the wheel, while Jackie held back gasps every time a light changed. By the time they got to the station, Jackie’s hair was dishevelled from clutching it, her breath coming in short sharp gasps. Jaida, clinging to the rail above her head, was starting to get used to Rock’s suicidal driving style.
“We’ll set up for three pm,” Rock turned to address them. “You need to bring Brita. She’s the key to finding the missing girl. I’ve got an idea, but we’ll need you both, and the two students if possible.”
Jackie nodded, still recovering from the drive.
On the fourth floor, they found their portion of the office was empty, Brita having obviously gone to lunch as well. Jaida knuckled down and got into her report, while Jackie carried calling people on the list from the party.
The two of them didn’t speak, an odd calm settling. Jaida found her eyes settling on the picture she’d pinned to her desk, of she and Brita, at Lady Liberty, within her first month of moving to New York. This was one of her favourites – Brita, the taller of the two, holding the phone as far back as possible, giving Jaida a peck on the cheek, with Jaida poking her tongue out at the camera.
Just after two, Jaida’s phone rang, a work tone, but the number she didn’t recognise again.
“This is Hall.”
“Hi, Hall, this is Lake from Forensics. How are you doing?”
“Well I’m –“
“Good, good to hear.” Darienne ploughed ahead as ever. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on with your case leader. I tried to call her but she’s not picking up her goddamn phone again.”
“She’s on her lunch hour. Can I help with anything?”
There was a pause. “The thing is, she shouldn’t be walking around the old abandoned guest house on Westfield on her lunch hour. Especially when she’s the one who instructed us to ignore it. It looks suspicious, to say the least. And she’s bringing in pedestrians, too. Some blonde woman got out the car with her and went in. Can you come and get her out, so we can do our goddamn job?”
“What blonde woman?” Jaida frowned. “Not – not Gigi, right? Georgina Goode?”
“No, she looked different from our picture. I don’t know who it is, but either way, she’s not meant to be here. Can you come get her? ASAP?”
Darienne disconnected the call, but Jaida’s phone continued to vibrate, a message coming through now.
Jan: Hey, Brita said you’d be here at Westfield, are u late? She said u had a surprise :) x
Jaida peered down at the message.
And her heart stopped as she realised who Darienne had seen.
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milesgonzalomorales · 6 years ago
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Study Soundtrack Recommendations
Thanks to @moneera-87 for the inspiration to do a post like this, also I may or may not be procrastinating to make this post
The following is a collection of soundtracks that help me to study, mostly consists of instrumental pieces from games and anime with some classical music and other genres thrown in. I take no credit for composing any of these, just compiling them for your enjoyment. In general, they also make for good study timers, you listen to x amount of tracks while you work, take a break through y amount, and then continue the other half (or adjust it to your liking)
Violet Evergarden OST: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJwiE8XWT_c
The sound in this series is only rivaled by its equally stunning animation, this series has such a fun range of sound, perfect for those who love a lot of piano, violin and gentle yet powerful sounds when they study. I have a lot of favourites from both discs, but some that stand out in particular are Theme of Violet Evergarden, Another Sunny Day, The Voice in My Heart, Across the Violet Sky, Never Coming Back and Always Watching Over You. 
Wolf 359 OST: https://wolf359radio.bandcamp.com/album/wolf-359-soundtrack-vol-1
Wolf 359 is a completed podcast and I recommend both listening to the series as well as it’s terrific soundtrack. It has 3 volumes, each of which are all equally astounding. Fun fact, the last 9 tracks on the 3rd volume were all original compositions for a single episode 
The Shape of Water OST: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xt9wKkYKC1Q&list=PLohYzz4btpaTP-_w__UC9XExnb8WBjkTv
I’m a sucker for this movie because of Sally Hawkins, but for a film with a mute character, the soundtrack is really good at setting the mood when she can’t tell the audience what it’s supposed to be at the moment (not that she needs to, she’s a great actress) 
Professor Layton OST (Curious Village only): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hmf1TrdkGSg
Professor Layton is a video game franchise with perhaps the best soundtrack I’ve ever had the pleasure of listening to. It has a strong soundtrack across all of the main games, the movie (Eternal Diva), as well as  the spinoff series (Mystery Journey and Mystery Room). For those who want their tunes to take them to another world, I highly recommend it. Best place to start would be the Curious Village theme, but other greats include Investigation and Mystery Solved from the Mystery Room OST. 
Your Name OST: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H9yfuYDoGf4
A lovely movie with an equally evocative soundtrack. Personal favourites are Date, Date 2 and Mitsuha’s Theme (they all sound very similar though, they have the same foundations) 
Night in the Woods OST: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IgHcR59tW1g
Night in the Woods is another fun game recommended to me by @citroniq, and it’s got a really fun soundtrack that’s intense enough to put you in the mood to study, but it also gives off a fun surreal feeling of a fever dream minus the fever. Personal favourite? Knife fight 
Finding Paradise OST: https://freebirdgames.bandcamp.com/album/finding-paradise-ost
A game that I have yet to play, but am excited to do so just because it’s got such a serene soundtrack. Kan Gao has composed an absolute masterpiece. To the Moon also has a fun track too so I recommend checking it out. My favourites are all versions of Time is a Place and the main theme. 
Terror in Resonance OST: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmqRsIudBII
A 2 disc collection, and while not all the tracks are study worthy (i.e lolol), others like von, fugl, seele, crystalized and juno are just really fun
Your Lie In April OST: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVmaUlPHEuc
Not sure how I’d classify this soundtrack, but I guess generally makes you feel very fulfiled - that is if you’re not a sobbing mess by the time you’re done with it. 
Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu OST: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n3yK8eOmPb4
In addition to being a sorely underrated anime, it also has a sorely underrated soundtrack. Please watch this series I beg of you. Overall favourite? Track 14. It starts slowly, but builds up to a beautiful climax. 
Voltron Legendary Defender OST: https://soundcloud.com/brianparkhurst
Despite my mixed feelings about the show, I can’t deny it’s got one hell of a soundtrack. 
Haikyuu OST: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjxYmS4mMPM
While I can’t recommend a single track from any of the seasons, overall it’s a hit or miss with some of these (in terms of putting you in a study mood). However there are a variety of compilations on Youtube that collect the very best from the show. Some of my favourites are The View From the Top, The Battle of Concepts, Team Potential and Direct Confrontation 
Honourable mentions: anything from Animal Crossing, Yuri on Ice soundtrack (specifically Yuri on Ice and At the Airport), March Comes in Like a Lion (specifically En Ferment Les Yeux), Prince of Egypt’s The Plagues (this one’s for you @jewishsuperhero), The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, Bungou Stray Dogs (especially Scarlet Sky and Trembling Heart), Death Parade
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gh0stboombox · 7 years ago
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The Big Band Bunch (and some singers too)
These are some bands or artists that I like/love a lot so please listen to them (I will provide jams w them)
Some are known and some aren't
This font are songs
1. Glass Animlas
LIKE LIQUID GLASS TO THE EARS but no seriously they make some BOPS honestly. If you get around in the animation community you've probably heard the other side of paradise or pork soda, but got listen to their other songs cuz they are all beautiful.
Take a slice
Season 2 episode 3
Pork soda
2. Tally Hall
BOI DO WE EVEN HAVE TO DISSUCS I love tally hall with a firey passion ngl. Not only do they make JAMS AND BOPS but they also had an internet show that was kinda ahead of its time. They make music from electronic, to rock, to like alternitave, to pop and its great. Like consistancy and more then just music? Tally Hall.
Welcome to tally hall
The whole world and you
The bidding
3. Kimya Dawson/ The moldy peaches
A queen. She made a lot of the Juno sound track and honestly she has many other masterpieces. Her music really gets me through some rough times man its great. But most of her music is good and soft with GREAT lyrics.
Same shit/ complicated
I will never forget
My mom
4. Tom Rosenthal
I just got into him recently but I am OBSESSED AND IN LOVE. His music is all great stuff for rainy days and taking a bath. He does a lot of soft piano and ukulele stuff AND HAS THE VOICE OF A GOD LIKE HOLY MOLY. Love the lyrics too. Would give a PHAT recommend to anyone.
Fenn
All of them dreams
Little big mistakes
5. The Wombats
Okay so they're getting more popular but they have this like brit-pop-rock thing and it makes me HAPPY. It would fit so well into indie teen films. They're whole 'A guide to love, loss and desperation' album is a romp. Good for long car rides.
Lets dance to Joy Division
Here comes the anxiety
Little Miss Pipedream
6. Weezeer
I'm pretty sure you know weezer, cuz they are pretty popular and they have been around forever. But their music makes me think of early 2000s late 90s vibes and it puts me in a good place. Plus the blue album and pinkerton are both 10/10. If you like punk rock then listen to them.
Pork and beans
Why bother?
My name is Jonas
7. Andrew Jackson Jihad
Folk punk. Honestly what a combo that they can pull off so well. They add a lot of good lyrics into some good jams that I listen to when I walk my dog. You might have heard brave as a noun maybe, but they're band is like banjos, and angry lyrics.
My daddy didn't love me
Brave as a noun
American tune
8. AWOLNATION
They are only known for sail and run and it makes me wanna die. As thoes are good songs, they have REAL BOPS on most of their albums. They make like electronic rock kinda..?? Its kinda hard to describe but it's really good ngl. Give them a phat listen.
Woman, woman
Jump on my shoulders
Fat face
9. Mother Mother
Again, ANIMATION COMUNITY IM CALLIN YOU OUT. You probably have heard body and maaaaayyyyybeeee ghosting, but MAN they make some good music honestly. Its basically alternitave. The voices are gold too honestly. They're want to make me go explore a forest for some reason honestly.
Bit by bit
Oh Ana
Oh my heart
10. Atlas
SPELL IT OUT! R E L A T A B L E! Atlas makes rap music that I couldn't even compare to anything cuz its too good. I'm not a big fan of rap honestly but this man makes songs that are so relatable and great??? Like they make me so happy and I have like 4 of his songs on a sleep playlist. Lyrics are amazing 17/10.
Such nice sounds
Humility
Internet personas
Y'all got any good bands or artists to recommend? Tell me cuz I love new music 💕
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jiji-infires · 8 years ago
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APRICITY (pt. 5)
OC X JUNGKOOK
GENRE: FLUFF, ANGST
WORD COUNT: 2K
SYNOPSIS: When his roommate moves out to live with his girlfriend, Jungkook is faced with a new reality, one that includes a 5′3′’ sac of bones that is too nerdy and curious for his liking.
CHAPTER 5
 Jungkook opens his eyes to the dimly lit room and wraps himself in the duvet, waves of nausea adding to his misery. His brain feels like it would swell beyond the capacity of his skull and now his dehydration is too obvious to ignore. He would have to crawl to the bathroom on all four. Bending over, his stomach lurches and gurgles, whatever nonsense he necked last night is now exiting his guts in a not so friendly way. Perhaps some painkillers would help too. He raises his heavy eyelids half way only for them to fall shut again.
“Damn it” he groans as he cleans his mouth. Jungkook is more aware of his cracking headache than the layer of dehydrated saliva that coats his cracked lips. Once on his feet the room sways almost causing him to lose balance and he reached out for the wall. The room swirls before becoming stationary again.
With difficulty, he prances to the kitchenette where he hears the distant humming, like a hymn, a lullaby too familiar for his ears, yet he can’t put his finger on it. Jisoo comes in sight next, with her small frame standing by the stove; it seems that she’s making liquid heaven as the smell of freshly brewed coffee invades his nostrils and stirs his senses.
 “Good morning” she says in a small voice, her gaze vacant as it castes a hazy shade under her eyes. It looks like she hasn’t slept well or she’s sick. It’s until now that he notices her pale skin that covers her slim, bony figure. She’s unusually skinny.
“Uh... thank you” he says with a groggy voice when she pushes a mug of coffee in front of him. How considerate of her. She takes a seat across from him and carefully sips her drink, cautious not to burn her tongue. He becomes aware of the odd glances she steals when he’s looking down.
 “Did you... did I do something wrong last night?” he asks hesitantly and she freezes, her thin fingers that were drumming on the mahogany table are now still, her eyes vast oceans of rust and it hits him hard, throwing him back to a dream, a fantasy held between papers, book shelves and a rainy afternoon in the library.
She’s timid to speak to him, but she does anyway “Yeah” she says, “You got drunk and nearly killed me” her words make his eyes widen in terror, he is now genuinely concerned and it takes him by surprise.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Yes you did, you scared the living daylight out of me” Jisoo huffs and takes a sip of coffee, “You came in like a burglar and it almost made my heart stop, then you collapsed on the floor and said some silly stuff about you not going to America and something about airplanes too, and–” she halts, her eyebrows furrowed and looking like she’s restraining herself from saying other things.
“And...?”
“And you called me small” her face is upset and it makes him chuckle so freely that it took her aback.
“What’s so funny?”
“I thought I really hurt you” he shakes his head, “If it’s just about calling you small I’m sorry, I used to call Jimin that all the time, I think that’s why it came out of my mouth”
“It’s not even about Jimin” she’s getting flared and it amuses him, “You said my name, and it wasn’t even correct, and I’m not that small, I’m average, okay? Also, using your friend as an excuse isn’t acceptable to cover the fact that you’re a bully” Jisoo crosses her arms in a defensive manner and raises an eyebrow. Well, she’s right in a way; he loves to tease his friends about their height, but she’s not his friend.
“I’m really sorry” he says this with honesty, eyes fixed on her as she sighs and tucks a wild strand of hair behind her ear. Her hair is very simple yet eye catching, chocolate brown lock styled in a long wavy bob cut that framed her cheekbones and complimented the fairness of her skin.
“Whatever” she mutters and stands up, holding her cup in hand as she leaves to her room, Juno following closely behind. Jungkook sighs, drinking the remaining of his coffee and resting his head on top of his folded arms, fighting the headache that’s threatening to crack his skull open.
 He washes the mug and head to his room to presume his sleep when the silence is suddenly broken and his steps are halted by the sound of shattering glass and the barks of his dog. The commotion is coming from the room nearby and he hurries there to find Jisoo lying lifeless on the ground, Juno licking her pale face.
“Jisoo!” he steps around the broken pieces of porcelain to kneel by her, his hand touching her cold hand as the colour drains from his face, only atrocious possibilities flashing in his mind. “Jisoo! Jisoo wake up” he yells but there’s no respond from her. Jungkook slides an arm under her thighs and the other around her shoulders, easily hauling her off the ground and laying her over her bed. The first thing that comes to his mind is calling an ambulance, but it will be faster if he drives himself. Without hesitating, he carries her in his arms after he dresses up and wraps a blanket around her, hurrying to his car.
 The distinct chatter of paramedics, beeping monitors, and the wheels of the stretchers are getting on his nerves. The fading smell of bleach makes him nauseated and he desperately wants to leave.
Jungkook hates hospitals, and what he despises more is the memories it gives him. Jisoo is inside one of the room and he’s sitting outside on one of the cushioned chairs, unconsciously biting his lips and waiting for the doctor to come out. The girl looked as good as dead when he brought her to the ER, and his face is as pale as hers.
 “You’re from the family?” the voice of the doctor snaps him out of his trance. Jungkook stands up and for a moment he looks like he’s charging forward.
“I’m her friend”
“Where’s her family?” the young doctor insists and it ticks the boy off.
“Her family isn’t even the same city, and right now she’s living with me, so please tell me what’s wrong with her” he swallows. Jungkook is worn out; his hair is dishevelled and his skin isn’t in its best condition, he just needs a hot shower, food and some sleep.
The doctor hesitates before giving in “the light-headedness she had is due to the heart condition she has. It’s Myocarditis” he says and the boy frowns, he has no idea what that is but it sure does not define something healthy. “It’s an inflammation in the heart muscle” doctor Park clarifies, as if he can read Jungkook’s mind.
“But how?”
“We will know more when she wakes up as it isn’t something that develops overnight. One thing is sure, it’s either she doesn’t follow the treatment regularly or an event happened and caused her unconsciousness.
He sighs heavily; maybe she wasn’t joking when she said that he almost made her heart stop. It makes him feel ten times worse.
“Can I see her now?”
“Yes, but only for a couple of minutes; she needs a maximum of rest” the doctor pats Jungkook on the shoulder before he leaves. He bows lightly and faces the room, trying his best to not make a ruckus as he pushes the door and walks in. The beeping of the monitor is the first thing he hears, and then comes the shallow sound of her breathing through the oxygen mask.
 Her skin is very pale, almost ghostly, and matching with the dark eye bags she has around her eyes. He’s afraid to come closer; perhaps a single wrong move would break her. He hates hospitals, and illnesses and what it does to people and how much of a great impact it has on him for someone who isn’t greatly bothered or wavered by usual events.
He stretches his arm tentatively and lays his index on her fingers; her hand isn’t as cold as it was before.
 “I’m sorry” he is surprised at his own words, his voice barely a whisper, and that’s when he feels a sudden motion around his finger. His eyes look down to find her hand wrapped around it like a newborn. Jisoo opens her eyes slowly, adjusting to the lighting of the foreign room before she tilts her head and spots Jungkook standing like a statue by the bed, eyes wide and speechless. He only speaks when she tries to remove the mask.
“Stop! Don’t take it off” he says as he tries to put it back on but she shakes her head, fighting back and throwing the mask on her lap.
“It’s... annoying” she murmurs and readjusts her shoulders on the pillow, with him hurrying to position it behind her and make her as comfortable as possible.
A heavy silence settles over them, thicker than the uneasy tension in the atmosphere. Unsettled eyes glance unceremoniously around and try to avoid catching other glances. Jisoo tightens her clasp on the sheets and bites her lips. Jungkook shuffles his foot against the floor, suddenly interested in the ceiling and walls, and feeling painfully out of place. Say something you fool!
 “Um... how do you feel?” he says and instantly cringes inwardly at his own words, mentally flinging himself off a cliff. How do you expect her to be?!
Jisoo scrutinises him for a couple of seconds before she bursts out laughing, her laughs gradually turning into coughs and chuckles as it hurts her chest. He stares at her, a little smile tugging at his lips, because her grin is contagious and he swears he never heard such musicality in such an aching laugh.
“I’m alright” she replies after catching her breath and for a moment he thinks that she’s being sarcastic, when she clarifies “I mean it. I’ve had worse fits, much more painful to the point I thought I would die” the merriment disappears from her voice and is replaced with bitterness from sinister memories, her eyes reflecting a lack of soul for the briefest of moments.
“Thank you, for bringing me to the hospital”
“No problem” Jungkook utters. He is now sitting at the edge of her bed, he doesn’t know how it occurred, but he must’ve been unaware of the proximity between them, until he feels the feathery, barely there, touch of the tips of her fingers against his. She, herself, isn’t conscious of it until Jungkook averts his gaze to her, then to their touching fingers. A soft shade of ruby colours his ears, matching her cheeks, but neither move away, and gradually they relax in each others’ presence, and although he’s not looking into her eyes, that particular pair of dark russet eyes is stuck to his head, and his logics are trying to make sense of it and the possibilities it could have within.
 “My Dongsaeng!” Jimin bursts in with Seulgi rolling her eyes behind and smacking him on the back of his head “Be quiet!”
Jungkook’s heart jumps to his throat and draws his hand away like he just touched fire. Jisoo clears her throat and turns to Jimin who is approaching her with a heart-warming smile, talking nonstop about this and that and dissing Jungkook.
Despite the arrival of the couple, the other pair remains as awkward as before, looking everywhere but at each others’ eyes. Seulgi of course notices how Jungkook and Jisoo are avoiding meeting their gazes, and immediately a love theory blooms and her head; she’s already making a romantic plot with a peripeteia and a happy colourful ending where her OTP typically lives happily ever after and her ship sails beyond the seven seas.
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