#so dutifully/affectionately adding to the pile

[dezimaton]

a monster in the shape of a man a man in the shape of a monster

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

I really do get ideas from the most random shit lol.

Heads up: Han Jisung x Fem! Reader, established relationship but it's relatively new, both Jisung and Reader are anxious messes, first time spending the night together, oh no! Reader has nothing to wear other than a skimpy nightgown, dry humping/grinding, cumming while still clothed (both Jisung and Reader), making out, very mild dirty talk and pretty fluffy overall I'd say. This is probably the tamest piece I've written so far.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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The hours seemed to tick by so quickly when you and Jisung were together. He'd come over earlier in the day so the two of you could spend time catching up on your favourite animes together. Him having a rare day off for once. However, both of you hadn't been keeping track of time and before you knew it, it was well into the night.

"You can sleepover, if you want to," you blurt, your mouth taking action completely without your brain's consent. You and Jisung hadn't slept over at each other's places yet. So, this felt like a pretty big step in your relationship. You know it doesn't need to be a big deal but, you can't help the way your heart races as you wait for his response.

"I don't want to inconvenience you..." he trails off. You can feel him tense up a little bit behind you, the arm that wrapped around you while the two of you spooned now feeling more rigid.

"Jisung, you wouldn't be an inconvenience. I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't sure," you respond, soothingly rubbing his forearm. And you meant it. Sure, the offer had clumsily come tumbling out but, you did genuinely feel comfortable with Jisung spending the night.

"I- okay. It is pretty late and I don't want to take any risks trying to head back to the dorms," he finally says, relenting.

"You can take a shower if you want to and use my skincare stuff. There should be a spare toothbrush in the bottom cabinet of my sink too. Just let me know if you need anything," you say, turning to face him. Resisting the urge to press your lips to his unfairly appealing ones. There is a faint blush on his face as he nods at your words, only adding fuel to the fire stirring up inside of you. However, you don't want to make him uncomfortable. The two of you have made out pretty intensely before with some heavy petting and groping thrown in but, you haven't gone much further than that yet. Always weary of potentially crossing any lines. So, you simply watch your boyfriend head to your bathroom affectionately, dutifully ignoring the dull ache between your thighs.

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It's when you're standing in your bathroom after having finished taking a shower and completing your skincare routine that it dawns on you how much you've just fucked up.

Most of your pajamas are currently in your laundry basket waiting to be washed. You've been so occupied with university and finishing off the semester that you've unfortunately allowed your laundry to pile up.

The problem?

All you have to wear is a skimpy, little, red nightgown that barely covers your ass, your breasts almost spill out of and that acts as a second skin with how tightly it clings to you. You can feel the warmth flood your face as you hold the soft, cotton garment in your hands.

You love this nightgown. It's one of your sexiest pieces and does wonders for your confidence but, you weren't exactly planning to wear it the very first night Jisung was sleeping over.

God, it really was going to pan out like you were trying to seduce him, isn't it?

You can't go out there naked either. That's significantly worse. You really should make it a point to remain ontop of chores even during the worst times of the semester.

Taking a deep breath, you slip the familiar gown on. Scrutinising your reflection in your bathroom mirror for a moment. Honestly, you looked pretty good. Skin glowing from the extra care you'd taken tonight, the gown heavily accentuating your breasts and contrasting prettily with your skin tone. Doesn't hurt that you smell great too.

Maybe seducing Jisung wouldn't be the worst idea after all, you muse briefly.

Steeling your resolve, you head for the bathroom door.

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"Hey, so I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything but, I don't think I'd be comfortable sleeping in my sweats. I'll keep my shirt and boxers on if that's okay-"

Jisung's words die on his tongue when he sees you.

He's never seen so much of you all at once and, he's not sure what to do and where it is and isn't okay to look. His brain shutting down and leaving him to flounder.

The nightgown you're wearing just barely reaches the tops of your phenomenal thighs and, fuck, the way it hugs your hips and tits? The blood in Jisung's body is fast moving south.

"That's okay. Sorry, all my other pajamas aren't clean right now so, this is all I had left," you say bashfully and, your shyness just makes Jisung want to kiss you and make you cum on his cock more.

"Uh it's okay. This was pretty spur of the moment. You don't need to um apologise," he stammers out, cringing internally at the shakiness of his voice.

The soft smile you shoot him isn't exactly helping his brain remember how to function.

"Okay. We should probably head to bed though. It's already pretty late. You can just put your sweats on my desk chair," you say, turning to switch off the light. Since you prefer to sleep with your curtains not drawn, there's still enough light from outside for Jisung to navigate his way to your chair without making an even bigger fool out of himself.

His heart is in his throat when he turns back to face your bed and finds you already in it, getting comfortable.

Jisung knows that this is completely normal. Couples sleep over at each other's places. Couples sometimes share beds while one half is wearing a skimpy nightgown that makes her tits look extremely appealing and barely reaches her thighs. Totally nothing to be stressed about. Totally.

"Jisung? Everything okay?" Your question and the slight concern in your voice snap him out of his thoughts. Jisung feels disgusted with himself. Here you are offering him your bed for the night because you were worried about him going home so late and he thanks you with what? Fantasising about having sex with you? He feels no better than some hormonal teenager.

"Yeah, sorry. Just got distracted. Be there in a second," he says hurriedly, anxious steps carrying him to the unoccupied side of your bed and he slips under the blanket.

You're both silent for some time. The air feeling tense and unbearable awkward. Jisung is making sure to stay as close to the edge as possible. Keeping a good amount of distance between your body and his. He's got this. He's just going to go to sleep. No problem.

"J-Jisung,"

"Yeah?"

"Can we- would you- would you be okay with cuddling?" You ask after a beat, voice sounding small and shy.

Maybe Jisung does not have this.

Don't get him wrong, Jisung loves cuddling with you. It's easily in his top 5 favourite activities of all time. However, cuddling with you right has his face warming up and his hands sweating. God, how was he going to get through this?

"Sure, I'd love to," and Jisung does mean that, nerves and all.

You shift to move closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and shifting your leg to rest it over one of his own. This isn't an unusual position for the two of you to find yourselves in but, Jisung hesitates to put his hands on you. However, he doesn't want to give you any reason to worry or catch a glimpse into his overthinking brain so he tentatively grasps your thigh.

"I'm glad we got to spend the day together. I've really missed spending time with you," you mutter quietly, nuzzling into his neck and squeezing him just the slightest bit tighter.

Jisung is half convinced this is all just a scheme to make his heart combust.

"Me too. I've missed you a fucked tonne too," he says, giving your thigh an affectionate squeeze in return. Trying his utmost to ignore your breaths against his neck.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?" You ask, fingers drawing lazy patterns on the fabric of your shirt. You studiously avoid Jisung's gaze as you wait for his response.

Well fuck. What's Jisung going to do? Say no? Of course not.

"S-sure," he whispers, hoping against hope you don't see the blush he knows is colouring his face.

His breath hitches when your hand comes up to cup his face, gently turning him towards you. You press your lips against his own softly, pressing tentative kisses to his mouth and Jisung happily reciprocates. However, beginning to feel a little bit...impatient, he decides to deepen the kiss.

Very quickly the two of you find yourselves making out intensely. Heat and desire coiling dangerously in Jisung's gut with ever moan and whine you let out against his lips. He's not sure what spurs him on, maybe it's the months of unaddressed want but, he rolls you onto your back. Coming to rest between your thighs and looking down at your startled face.

A cool bucket of dread is dumped on his previously, heated want and he moves to get off of you.

"Sorry. I didn't- I didn't mean to go too far. Fuck, I'm really sorry-"

"Hey woah Jisung, it's fine. I was just a little surprised is all. I'm...okay with going further if you want to too,"

Your words act as match to reignite the embers of desire in his system. Rather than answering you verbally, Jisung chooses to instead return to his previous position and press a bruising kiss to your lips. His hands moving to grip both of your thighs tightly and, wrap them around his waist as he begins to grind his erection against you through your respective layers.

The dam has broken.

You seem to be getting off to this just as much as he is if the volume and frequency of your mewls and moans are anything to go by. Your own hands fisting the back of his shirt while you two grind against each other. Kisses turning sloppy and uncoordinated as you both finally allow yourselves to let go.

"Fuck, you sound so pretty. I've wanted to have you like this for fucking ages," he says against your mouth, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before moving to your neck.

"M-Me too. Wanted you so bad too, Sungie," the admission coupled with your pet name for him makes him grind against you particularly hard. He's more than certain he's found your clit and plans to use that knowledge to his advantage. The high pitched keen you let out pushes Jisung to repeat the movement. Over and over and over again until he feels your wetness leaking onto his boxers.

"You're so fucking hot. Are you gonna cum just from some grinding, baby?" He asks inbetween pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against your neck. Paying special attention to the spots that gain him shudders and deeper fingernail scratches on his back through the fabric of his shirt.

"S-Sungie, don't tease," you pout and, fuck are you cute. To be fair, Jisung isn't fairing any better. His cock is probably the hardest it's ever been in his life and his boxers are sticky with his pre-cum. He doesn't have much room to talk but, you don't need to know that.

"You get so cute and shy when I tease you though," he says with a grin, grazing his teeth on your pulse. The way you moan and arch against makes his hips move against yours faster, pressing his own noises of pleasure into your neck.

Knowing you're enjoying this as much as he is, both from your sounds and the wetness he can feel even through two layers, is quickly hurdling him towards climax. Feeling your ridiculously soft tits and hardened nipples isn't particularly helpful either. Jisung makes a mental note to bury his face in them until he can't breathe for next time when you two aren't so desperate and needy.

Right now all he's too focused on how good you feel like this.

When Jisung cums, he's disappointed but, not exactly surprised. He could feel it building for some time but, he hoped his body didn't hate him enough to cum just from some grinding and dry humping. The way he whines against you and shudders in your arms is likely a dead give away that he's come too. However, before he can throw a pity party for himself and spiral into self-deprecation, he notices your moans have gotten louder.

Pulling back to look directly at your face, he's greeted with perhaps the most erotic image he's ever seen. Your eyes are shut and your mouth is shaped into a blissful O. He also realises that your thighs have clamped around him and your grip on his shirt is even harsher than before. However, it's the noticeable gush of wetness against his boxers that finally clues Jisung into what's happened.

You came.

Well, if he hadn't cum moments ago, this probably would've done it.

All he can do is stare at you in awe while you both attempt to catch your breaths, your eyes still shut as you come back down from wherever you ascended to.

"You came?" He asks, still a little stunned by the whole ordeal.

You slowly crack your eyes open to meet his own and he resists the violent urge that arises to kiss you when he sees how dazed you are.

"Y-Yeah, you were just so hot when you came that I think my body just kind of snapped,"

"You didn't think that was...pathetic?"

Your eyes soften at his words, "Of course not, Jisung. I'd never think you were pathetic for that. It's the opposite actually. I think it's really hot. I mean, I did eventually cum because I realised you did," you say with a lazy smile, all warm and affectionate and completely sincere.

This time Jisung does kiss you, albeit not heatedly.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, my panties are starting to stick to me in a very not fun way and I imagine your boxers aren't fairing any better."

[theelvenhaven]

Feanor Spoiling You

+After the birth of your daughter

- After the birth of your daughter, Feanor is going to be over the moon to have a little girl added to his large family and he is most certainly going to be utterly grateful for everything you went through to get her there.

- While Feanor is happy to stake claim in the assistance of the creation of your child, he certainly won't take credit for all the hardships you had been through.

- Between pregnancy, labor and delivery, Feanor very much admires the hard work.

- He’s utterly supportive in every way he can be!

- In doing so, Feanor certainly finds ways to positively spoil you in every way he can, as you're healing from delivery and taking care of the tiny elfling in between it all.

- As much as he always misses the forges when there is a long absence, he is content with the fact that you and your daughter need him more than his own passions do.

- Feanor is very passionate and affectionate, though he understands entirely that you might not be up for being touched often on a more romantic physical manner considering all the holding and touching you will be doing with the baby.

- Though that doesn’t mean that he won’t steal some kisses in between though, unable to resist showering you with such affection.

- Instead Feanor will take the time to rub your back when you need it, or to hold you close when you're positively exhausted and needing to rest.

- When you bathe, Feanor is right there to help take care of anything you need. Even if it’s as simple as you just really need him to wash your back, going above and beyond to make sure you feel good and comfortable.

- Leaving a big brother to keep an eye on your little one so you can take the time to enjoy Feanor’s company as well as enjoy the peace to yourself as you take a hot shower.

- Don’t be think the physical affection and assistance in taking care of your daughter is just the tip of the iceberg as Feanor’s love and passion for you knows no bounds. 

- Getting you the softest blankets and gowns that are unbelievably comfortable on your postpartum recovery, all of your pajamas will be as soft as silk. Piling the bed with numerous pillows so you can lay comfortably. 

- Feanor wants to make recovery and transitioning into motherhood as comfortable as he can for you.

- Which also means tasks that you may be too tired for, Feanor will either handle it himself or employ another to take care of whatever it is you need done.

- Should you want to handle anything that needs to be done, Feanor has everything covered with your baby!

- Dutifully and happily taking over their care while you do what you need, especially if it is time to yourself that you are looking for.

- Gifts that are in the terms of jewelry are also in no short supply!

- While Feanor will be absent from his forges it doesn’t mean he can’t employ his son or grandson to craft you some of the prettiest and most well deserving jewelry you’ve ever laid eyes on. (Aside from his creations as well.)

- Making sure to do so in secret before surprising you with the gift he had commissioned, though he will keep in mind something more practical might be desired from you. 

- Even if he certainly wants it to be extravagant,

- Happily does Feanor go out of his way to express his love, gratitude and appreciation for you during such an intimate and delicate time for you and your little addition.

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tags: @saviorsongwrites​ @lilmelily​ @dicksoutformtl​ @fandom-hoe101​ @icarus-fell-in-spring​ @allinwonderlands​ @red-riding​

[multishipperlove]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series), Cinderbrush (Web Video) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jamie Wrenly/Cameron Solomon/Aff Flowers/Sasha Murasaki Characters: Jamie Wrenly, Cameron Solomon, Aff Flowers, Sasha Murasaki, Samuel Flowers Additional Tags: Polyamory, Kissing, switching POVs, just general teenage fluff Summary:

Sometimes you defeat some evil cultists who killed the only friend you had, and then your life... just kinda goes on. But at least you get a relationship out of it.

It was Wednesday, Aff's favorite day of the week. Well, besides the weekend maybe, because that meant no school and no people to judge them and their friends for crimes they'd never committed (had even been proven innocent in court for, but apparently a lot of high schoolers didn't care what the court had to say). But Wednesdays were special.

Right after school, Aff would get to collect Cameron from his English class and drive them both back to Diamond's Liquor. Then they'd spend the afternoon working and, because Wednesday was usually the slowest day of the week and their Dad had allowed it, do their homework with Cam as long as there wasn't anything else to do.

So between sweeping the floors and restocking some shelves, the two would sit together behind the counter, doing their best to understand the math problem of the week or to get through a Spanish text neither of them actually knew all the vocabs for. But it helped a great deal with catching up (who knew court dates could force you to miss so many school days) and even Cameron's grades were slowly starting to get better again.

And in the evening, once the shop was locked up for the night, they'd wait for Sasha and Jamie to show up and have a proper date night. Or, as much of a proper date night that four more or less broke teenagers could have. Aff's Dad didn't didn't mind if they took some snacks and drinks from the store, as long as it was all in a reasonable range, and Jamie always brought the weirdest movies to watch.

Most nights, Aff would pile them all up in their truck afterwards and drive them home, but on rarer occasions the others got to stay the night, and that was even better. If they were all a bit tired the next morning because they'd stayed up all night talking, well... the teachers didn't pay a lot of attention to them anymore, so it was fine.

Today was such a sleepover day, and Aff had been looking forward to it since the agreement had been made in their group chat. Granted, Jamie still pretended to have better things to do at times, but they all knew they'd just show up twenty minutes late with a a small collection of DVDs and maybe some liquor, and claim that their plans had been cancelled last minute. So it was all good.

Either way, right now, Aff was still standing outside Cameron's English class, waiting for the teacher to finally end the lesson. They were anxiously tapping their foot on the floor and checking the time on their phone again, when the bell finally rang and the sound of chairs scrapping back and desks being closed erupted from inside, and the door finally opened to the first students pouring out.

Aff stood to the side, letting everyone pass. Cameron had some extra work he'd been meaning to turn in, so they knew he'd take a minute or two longer. But when he finally came out, the smile lighting up his face when seeing Aff definitely made the wait worth it.

“Hey there,” he greeted them, as if they weren't waiting in the same spot every Wednesday.

“Hey! Are you like, ready to head out? Did you get it all settled?” Aff asked, feeling himself immediately mirroring Cam's expression. That smile was infectious.

Cameron rubbed the back of his neck, almost self-consciously, and gave a half-hearted shrug. “Sure, I guess? I'm not sure if it's going to do much for my grade, but at least she let me try, you know?”

“Yeah, I mean, that's good,” they agreed, as they both started to walk towards the parking lot. “I'm sure it's gonna be really good though. Sasha helped you, right?”

“Yeah, I had no idea she was such an English nerd before,” Cam chuckled. “But anyway, enough about that. I don't want to talk about homework for, like, at least another hour.”

“Oh yeah, no, sure, that's cool,” Aff agreed quickly, and then fell quiet for a few minutes, before Cameron struck up a conversation about the football game the coming Friday, and whether or not they were all going to come see him play.

The conversation kept going for a while, jumping from one topic to the next until they actually made it home to the shop. Aff was still feeling giddy, jumping out the truck with a grin and quickly heading inside, knowing that Cameron would be right behind.

“Hey Dad, I'm home!” they called out, dropping their backpack behind the counter and instead picking up the apron they wore for work. A second later, Samuel came out of the storage room in the back, smiling as well as the saw them both.

He pulled Aff into a brief hug, one hand staying on their shoulder even as he pulled back again to greet Cam with a brief nod. “Good to see you two, how was school?” he asked. “Got a lot of homework?”

“Nah, it's fine,” Aff told him quickly. “We totally got the shop covered for the rest of the day, dad, don't worry. We'll be super fine, one hundred percent.”

“True,” Cam added, already pulling his math homework out of his backpack. “No worries Mr. Flowers, same procedure like every Wednesday.”

“I know, I know,” the man sighed, finally taking his own apron off, before focusing on Aff again. “You know I got this appointment in the city today, so I won't be back until later tonight. I worry, 's all.”

Aff faltered a bit at that. They hated how much that lie about the party, all those weeks ago, was still affecting their relationship. But with what had happened, they really couldn't blame their father. It was partly the reason they were taking so many shifts lately, not only as a way to make up for being a horrible child that night, but also for building trust again.

“No, that's fine, I get it,” they replied, with a little less intensity in their voice. “But we're gonna be okay, I swear. We'll just be here all afternoon, and then the others are gonna come by, and by the time you get back we'll all probably be asleep anyway. That's okay, right?”

Their dad was more gentle when he answered, patting Aff's shoulder with an affectionate look. “Of course, you kids have fun. I'll worry regardless, but that's just my job.”

“Sure thing, dad. Love you,” Aff muttered, watching as he went to get his jacket and finally made his way to the door.

“Love you too! Now, Cameron, you take care of he- I mean, them, you hear me?”

“You got it, Mr. Flowers. We'll take care of each other,” Cam called after the man, as he walked out with another smile and a wave. As soon as Samuel was gone, he turned back to Aff, gently nudging their shoulder. “Hey, you okay? You got kinda quiet there.”

“Hmm?” Aff jumped slightly at the contact, but seemed to refocus quickly enough. “Yeah, sure. Anyway, how about you start on math homework, and I will restock a bit before I join you.”

Cameron chuckled, knowing very well where this was going. “Nah, how about I help you first and then we start maths together, because there's no way I'm letting you copy.”

“But you're not even going to get paid for this.”

“I get to spend time with you, don't I.”

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As expected, the shop stayed rather quiet that day. A few customers came in, but they all knew what they wanted and no one spend more than a few minutes in the shop (people didn't tend to stay and browse anymore, at least not when Aff was on shift. But at least they came at all. At least the middle schoolers hadn't thrown eggs at the store front in three weeks).

At point seven, with the store clean and stocked up and all their homework done, Aff locked up, and the two of them headed upstairs to the small apartment instead. Sometimes Sasha was early, and spend the last half an hour or so in the shop with them, but today they were still on their own, which gave them the privilege to choose snacks for the group.

“Okay, whatcha got?” Cameron asked, waiting for Aff to raid the kitchen cabinets.

“Uh, okay, so,” they started to mutter again, looking through some cupboards and shelves as they talked. “We got, like, two bags of doritos, and there's probably some salsa in the fridge from last week... I also know that my dad bought like a bunch of frozen pizzas because they were on sale, so we got those.”

Cam grimaced a bit, but made sure Aff couldn't see his reaction. Sometimes he really wished they could do this at his house instead. He wasn't actually complaining, just being here with the others was the most important thing anyway, but it could have been even better if his parents didn't suck as much. Or Sasha's, for that matter.

He didn't know too much about Jamie's parents. They seemed to have a good enough relationship with their mom, but still didn't like bringing people over when she was home. So they always ended up at Aff's place, which was small and a little bit crammed, and there were still some boxes they and their father had never bothered to unpack, but it was homely. A save haven, really, especially since he and Sasha tried to spend as little time with their parents as they possibly could anyway.

So instead of wishing for something that wouldn't come true anyway, Cam took the doritos that Aff was holding out, picked up some drinks, and dutifully carried it all into the living room. Just as he was setting stuff down again he heard the doorbell ring, Aff sliding down the corridor and hurrying down the stairs again a second later... and then downstairs, he could make out Sasha's and Jamie's voice after the door opened. Instead of running down as well he waited upstairs though, claiming the best spot on the couch while he still could.

Sasha was the first to join him again, rolling her eyes at first when she saw him spread out in front of the TV already. “Should have known I would find you like this,” she muttered, but walked over to kiss him anyway when he opened his arms for her with a smile. Cam didn't even try to reply anything, seeing as he was quickly getting lost in their little make out session. His hand was just starting to wander up her shirt when he heard someone clear their throat behind them though, and only then did he break apart from her again and turned his head with a sheepish grin. “What?”

“How rude of you to start without us,” Jamie told him, managing to hold the disgruntled facade for all of three seconds before simply coming to join them on the sofa. They both got an uncharacteristically chaste kiss before the witch started to unpack the bag they had with them, placing a few different movies on the coffee table in front of them.

“So what's it gonna be today? I got the original Texas Chain Saw Massacre, Lesbian Vampire Killers, or the first Final Destination movie.”

Aff came back just as Jamie was listing their choices, and wrapped their arms around them from behind before getting a better look at the covers. To all of their endless delight, Aff was a total noob when it came to movies, and even the classics were able to draw entirely new reactions out of them.

But before Cam could suggest Final Destination, Sasha made a disapproving noise, a slight scowl on her face. “I don't know about you, but I'm not in the mood to watch teenagers die due to paranormal circumstances. I think I've had enough of that for the next few years.”

“That's fair,” Jamie admitted, looking down again as well. “It's all I brought with me, though.”

“We could log into my parent's Netflix, I'm pretty sure they're both busy tonight,” Cam offered, pulling Sasha a bit closer as he did so. She leaned into him easily, and he slowly felt her body relax again.

“Yeah, Netflix sounds good,” Aff agreed, climbing over the back of the couch now to worm his way between Jamie and Cam. It worked somehow, despite how freakishly tall they were getting, but after about a minute of shifting around and some complaining here and there, they found a position that was comfortable for all of them. “Are you sure your parents won't notice? You know, it would suck if you'd get in trouble again, so, only do it if you're like absolutely sure.”

“Yeah, sure, it's gonna be fine,” Cam assured them, sounding maybe a little bit more confident than he really felt. But his father was supposed to work late, and his mom had told him she'd be out with friends herself, so he just hoped none of them would change their plans last minute.

Everyone else seemed convinced, so within a few minutes they had Aff's old ass laptop up and running, and connected to the TV. After that it only took a minimal amount of more bickering before they finally settled on a movie, a mindless horror comedy that they could make fun of along the way. It was exactly what all of them needed at the moment.

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Aff ended up being right, too.

When Samuel came home eventually, close to one am, he found all four of them fast asleep in the living room. Still in their day clothes, all of their accessories, hats, and glasses carelessly piled on the coffee table, along with some empty dorito bags and soda cans. And the situation on the couch wasn't any better, it was hard to tell where one body ended and another begun.

Deciding that he would leave them to regret those sleeping positions in the morning, the man just did his best to cover everyone with a blanket and then headed to bed himself. If there was anything he was thankful for, in these last few trying months, it was the three strange children currently sleeping in his apartment, and whatever it was that Aff saw in them.

They were happy, after all, and that was all that mattered.

[tales-unique]

QUARANTINE  II

—Question from DeadlyNighshade97: That’d be interesting... What if, for a separate chapter also, Reader gets sick anyway, despite best efforts not to? And all four of them, burdened by guilt for all the stress caused that likely made Reader sick in the first place, /all four of them/ pay Reader back in the same fashion? I can’t tell whether that’d be chaos or peaceful maintenance... or both?

“Ah— Ahh-choo!” It’s about the seventh sneeze that’s come from you in a row and you almost feel as though your body is going for a world record. It’s no surprise that you’ve become sick after taking care of the Horsemen when they were ill, but what did catch you off guard was how slowly it had taken to manifest itself. Weeks had come and gone since then and all of the Four were back to their normal selves and, at first, you had only suffered a small cough. However before long you found yourself overcome with a fever, your throat sore and scratchy, while your nose grew stuffy and useless.

Whimpering from the nest you had made from every blanket you could find you curl up tighter, trying to get as much warmth as you could without much success; your body burned, raging with your fever, but you still felt cold. It was one of those moments where you truly hated life and were very much feeling sorry for yourself. As you wallow in misery you conclude you’ve had enough of the hell that is daytime television, feeling as though your brain may begin to dribble out of your ears at any given moment. With a frustrated huff you toss the remote of your T.V. aside, leaving the drone of The Pioneer Woman behind you as you shuffle to the kitchen, kicking off the sheets as you go. As you rummage around for another bottle of Cold & Flu you’re oblivious to the sound of your front door opening and closing, the rumble of footsteps approaching, because your clogged sinuses prevent you from hearing properly. Strife and War easily enter your home with the key you’ve given them, having gone ahead of Fury and Death so they can conclude business in peace before they too come over. “She really does have it bad,” the elder of the two murmurs, shaking his head as he flicked his gaze over the mountain of blankets strewn about your couch and the crumpled tissues overflowing from your bin. “Hey!” He calls out, peeking his head into the kitchen to see you chugging the medicine like your life depended upon it. This causes the Horseman to snort in laughter, beckoning his brother to come and see but War had already settled on the couch after pushing the blankets to the other end of it. With a shake of his head he looks back to you, all tired eyes and wild bed hair, and gives a sympathetic smile. “You look rough,” his voice was low and quiet and you’re thankful that he’s considerate of the pounding headache you have. “Yeah,” you croak, voice raw from coughing, “because of you guys.” It’s all in good humor, he can tell from the smile on your face as you shuffle past him to return to your blanket nest. War looks troubled upon your return, his brow creased with concern at your awful complexion and scratchy voice, but remains quiet and inviting when you come to him. He sits back as much as he is able on your small couch, allowing you to curl up with your blankets against his side for warmth. The behemoth is always devilishly hot and it’s glorious right now. Strife follows close behind and can’t help but feel a slight tug of, well, something that he doesn’t care to name when he sees how you’re already making yourself quite at home leaning against War. “You’re so warm,” you groan in delight, burying your face into the crook of his flesh arm without a care in the world. It doesn’t take long for Strife to ditch his armour and helmet in favour of taking the unoccupied space at your side, spreading out, ( laying claim , you would say ) and lazily running a hand through your locks. They’re damp with perspiration and he frowns when he feels how your skin is hot to the touch. Sharing a look with War, who is equally perplexed at the scorching heat that’s radiating from you, Strife decides that it’s time they gave you a little TLC. It’s the least they can do after you so dutifully looked after them when they were ill. War is the first to speak up after the mutual, silent agreement between the two, mimicking his brothers low tone to minimise any pain it may cause your head. “Perhaps you should got to bed? It would be more comfortable than here,” he suggested, grumbling when you responded by burrowing deeper into your blankets against his side. “C’mon, sweetheart, we’ll come too,” Strife chimes in, trying his best to coax you out with a loving nickname and the promise of cuddles. “No,” you reply stubbornly, voice muffled from the fabric. It goes on like this for a few moments before it’s obvious that you’re not budging, so War decides he’s had enough and proceeds to lift you up, blankets and all, and escort you to your room. You try to make it difficult, squirming and grousing the entire way, but you’re no match for the towering Horseman. Once again Strife is quick to follow, laughing as War sets you down, a pout on your tired, pale face. “That wasn’t fair.” “Life isn’t fair, sweetheart, now c’mon, snuggle up, it’s time for the cuddle pile!” You stick your tongue out a Strife, who returns the gesture, and you can’t help the small giggle that escapes you at his antics as you make yourself comfortable. Strife, obviously, is quick to be at your side, joined by War on your other side, once he has shed the bulky armour he sports. The sudden heat erupted from such contact has you melting into the sheets, a blissful smile on your lips. You’re unsure what time it is when the sounds of hushed voices rouses you from your sleep. Your throat is dry, your nose still stuffy, but you feel a tiny bit better after such an undisturbed sleep. It’s then you notice the flowing, magenta hair of Fury as she sits perched on the edge of your bed, speaking with Strife. Deciding that you have no real need to move you stay where you arm, resting your head against Strife arm, War’s warm body at your back; still asleep, you assume, from the way his breathing is deep. “She’s still no better? Sickly little thing. She’s been ill for weeks!” Typical Fury, always impatient, but her tone betrays a note of worry. “You know how Humans are, that’s why she needs us,” Strife counters, voice warm and affectionate, “Has Death made that tea yet? I want her to have some before she goes down for another round of z’s.” Death. Making tea. For you. Oh, this you have to see, if only to prove it’s not a fever-induced hallucinations. Wriggling slightly against the confines of the blankets, you let out the most believable yawn you could muster, blinking up at the two Horsemen, who now turned their attention to you. Strife shifted so he could brush your hair from your face, smiling as he did so, while Fury turned to sit cross-legged in front of you. “Hey sleepyhead, you have a good nap?” Strife teased, and you caught Fury’s eye-rolling as you nodded. “Yeah, I feel a lot better.” “Good,” Fury soon chimes in, tilting her head as she looks you over, “you’ve been moping around in this place for too long.” “Well, being ill will do that to ya, Fury,” you chirp, watching with a cheeky smile as she huffs and turns away. You were feeling much better with them there to raise your spirits, but it wasn’t long before your flu reared its ugly head and you began spluttering, trying to hold your cough in. Strife, sporting a frown, rubbed your back soothingly while Fury left to get Death and the tea he had been brewing. The commotion cause War to wake, blinking bleary white eyes for a moment before sitting up straight, panicked by your hunched over form. Before he could speak you quickly shake your head, hand practically flailing. “I’m fine!” You quickly wheeze out trying to contain yourself, “just coughing!” It’s hard but you manage to stifle the awful cough, laying back to catch your breath just as Fury returned, closely followed by Death. Sitting up straighter, you wipe at the slight wetness that pooled at the corner of your eyes, smiling to the masked Horseman as he offers you a languidly steaming mug ( your favourite, the one with the minimalist crows flying on it ) before crossing his arms. “Drink all of it,” Death starts, pointing to the mug held cautiously in your hands. It doesn’t smell too pleasant, but then again the best medicines never do and you trust Death to not give you anything that would harm you. “It’ll work better that way,” he added, softer this time, but still firm. He was affectionate in his own, muted sort of way, and you nodded with an appreciative smile. He wouldn’t coddle you, not like the others, but would come and offer you support when needed. “Thanks Death,” you called out when he turned to leave, catching his gaze as he glanced over his shoulder at you, watching you sip the drink before giving a nod of his own, satisfied you would do as told. He would be back and so you let him leave the room, allowing him his moments of solitude while you soaked up the attention of the remaining three. “Every drop, sweetheart,” Strife teased as he watched you drink Death’s tea, chuckling warmly at the way your nose crinkled at the taste once you had finished, setting the mug aside. Now you could focus on lapping up the attention they were giving you. With a satisfied hum you curl up between War and Strife, beckoning Fury to come lay with you all once she’s finally settled on a film to watch; Wonder Woman. You can hear that the T.V. in the living room has been turned off, no droning of cooking shows or as-seen-on-tv adverts, which prompts you to conclude that Death is settled there, no doubt on standby should anything happen. It isn’t long before the Horsemen have all fallen asleep to the sound of glorious battle and Wonder Woman’s iconic image. You give a soft, relaxed sigh at the sight of War laid back against you headboard, content in his rest, and Strife curled at your side, clutching a blanket that no doubt smelt of you to his face, is equally as content. Fury, unlike her brothers, slips in and out of sleep, dozing here and there as she tries to stay awake to watch the movie. Her voice is soft when she calls your name, having heard and felt you shimmying out of the covers and get to your feet. “Where are you going?” She asks, leaning her head onto her hand from where she lays, stretched out like a cat, along the width of your bed. “Getting some water,” you hum, looking to the door, “and to check on Death, I was hoping he’d come join us.” You keep your voice quiet out of habit, not wanting him to hear you, but you know he probably still can and it causes you to frown slightly. The female Horseman notices and sighs, eyes stark in the light from the T.V. “Death is...Well, Death. He likes his own company sometimes, always has, but he does care.” It’s awkward and her gruff tone doesn’t make the words sound sincere, but you know her better than that and you know what she means. With a warm smile and a nod you leave your room, pulling the door behind you so it’s mostly closed. Padding quietly into the living room you don’t make it far on your path to the kitchen before Death gives a small cough to gain your attention, though he doesn’t get up from his seat. Instead he reaches out a hand, a simple gesture, and beckons you over. It’s not uncommon for Death to be affectionate like this and you accept his advance eagerly, forgetting your need for a drink altogether. “Are you feeling well?” Death asks, voice quiet and soft yet still firm. It was a delectable mix, one that always made you weak to him. “Yeah, much better,” you murmur as you settle on the arm of the chair he’s sitting in, his outstretched hand coming to rest on your lower back. “But that tea tasted awful,” you added, laughing lightly. “As long as it helps, does it really matter about the taste?” Quips the Horseman as he easily pulls you from your perch to his lap, allowing you a moment to get comfortable. “Yeah, actually! It does!” You huff, but there’s a grin forming on your lips and you’re struggling to keep your laughter at bay. Death’s snarky humor always makes you feel better, almost as much as his medicines do. “Hm. I beg to differ,” he answers easily, leaning back in the seat. You settle against him with practiced ease, able to find him comfortable despite the sharp features his body possesses. With a turn in your fever you’re thankful for the coolness of his skin, it helps to dampen the raging heat that radiates from your flesh. You swear that, at this point, you rival War in how hot you are. Blowing a piece of hair out of your face you hum in contentment, finding solace in his quiet presence. “I’m glad you all came today, I feel a lot better thanks to you guys,” you mutter through a yawn, eyes closing. “It was no trouble,” Death answered, chuckling slightly when he could feel how your breathing became rhythmically slow and deep. At least you didn’t snore, unlike his siblings.

[gaygothguy]

The Moments You Forgot

Here's a fic that I wrote months ago and forgot to post. Fairly fluffy, with some very familiar themes for Devorak stans.

On almost a whim, Barnabas had gone from being a magician’s apprentice to a doctor’s. Truthfully, he wasn’t learning much from Dr. Julian Devorak, mostly he was helping soothe patients in their final days, adding his knowledge of herbs and magic to the treatment regimen. Mostly, he and the doctor worked side-by-side over the patients, while Julian would occasionally disappear on Valdemar’s order, usually to personally take care of the dying Count Lucio.

Still, Barnabas was always trying to learn from Julian’s notes and books, putting in his magical expertise whenever necessary. Julian, though ever the workaholic, was always grateful and quick to give his apprentice credit where it was due. It wasn’t long before they developed a rapport, Julian insisting on Barnabas just calling him by his first name in exchange for affectionately calling his apprentice “Bee”.

The first time that had happened, Barnabas gave the doctor a look of disdain (which wasn’t hard for him to pull off, as Barnabas was a naturally-angry looking young man). “How long did it take you to come up with that one, Doctor?”

“Julian, please. It’s really the only way I can think of shortening your name. Besides, it’s cute...I think it suits you.” Julian then winked lecherously in a way that he often did when he was trying to get away with something.

“I guess I’ll have to get used to it, then.”

Their camaraderie was a bright spot in a very dark time, with some very dark business. Patient, death tolls...they all kept piling up. Julian was called away more and more often, sequestering himself in his office when he wasn’t actively treating patients. Barnabas couldn’t have been the only one who noticed that the doctor was working himself to the bone, but it seemed that everyone else simply went about their day, desperate business as usual. After all, everyone had started to put in more work, not just Dr. Devorak.

Then, one day, after Barnabas and Julian had been tending patients, Julian went to say his usual goodnight pleasantries, but instead of leaving, he dragged himself towards his office, forgetting to take off his coat and gloves before leaving the hospital room. This time, Barnabas followed him into his office to see him lighting his lamps, already beginning to fetch his study supplies while still smeared with blood.

“Julian…”

The doctor nearly jumped out of his skin. “Bee! What are you still doing here?”

“Um, you forgot to take off…”

“Uh, oh!” The doctor started to tear off his gloves and coat, throwing them on his desk. “I mean, it’s no big deal, but thanks!” He smiled at his apprentice, but his smile was strained.

“You can’t keep going like this Julian, you at least have to rest some time.”

The doctor’s face hardened quickly. “I’m needed, Barnabas. I can sleep when I’m dead.”

Barnabas almost left at Julian’s use of his real name alone, but was able to steel himself as the doctor swayed a bit on his attempt to turn heel. “Come on, don’t be so melodramatic. You can’t be of much help if you stay in such a state…”

“You don’t understand. I can’t just go home, not now.”

“Please, Julian…” Barnabas put his hand on Julian’s arm, trying to steady him. “At least rest a bit. We have an on-call room, right? Come on, I could use some sleep, too.” Of course, the apprentice didn’t really want to sleep in the hospital, but he somehow knew that the doctor wouldn’t take care of himself without being nearly forced to (they did say that doctors make the worst patients, after all).

Barnabas led the protesting doctor to the on-call room, a small stone chamber with several bunk beds for physician use. When they reached their destination, however, Barnabas knew he’d have to get a bit clever.

Only one cot was left in the whole room, a single lower bunk.

“You should use it, Bee, I'm getting used to the lack of sleep.” Julian turned briskly to leave, but was immediately caught by a hand on his shoulder. He obligingly spun around to face Barnabas once again.

“Nope. You are not getting away with that this time.” Barnabas’ eyes flashed, his brows giving his statement more fierceness than he actually felt.

“Getting away with what?”

“You can't use helping me as an excuse to hurt yourself.” The apprentice made sure to lock eyes with the good doctor to emphasise his point, sincere in his intense protectiveness.

Julian rolled his eyes. “Now who's being melodramatic?”

“Look, we're both...wiry. We can share the thing.” In spite of his protests, Julian was compliant as Barnabas led him over to the cot and sat down. Julian nodded and started to lay down, his back against the wall as he wriggled under the covers, leaving room for Barnabas to follow suit. “And you'd better close your eyes, Devorak.”

However, the apprentice had made one error: in his eagerness to monitor the doctor, they’d come face-to face in the small bed, their eyes at the same level for once.

Julian smiled with just a little mischief at the corners of his eyes. “How can I close my eyes with such a sight in front of me?”

In spite of himself, Barnabas felt his breath catch and his face redden. Doctor Julian had always been a relentless flirt (when he could be pulled away from his work), and his apprentice had thought he was used to it. Still, Barnabas hadn’t counted on the effect of being so close to this man, to feel his heat and smell his scent, a faint spice covered by antiseptic, still alluring to his apprentice somehow.

Their eyes were meeting differently than before, fierce green on cool grey, and Julian softened as he examined the other man. “This is the softest I’ve ever seen you look, Bee.”

It was then that Barnabas kissed Julian: softly at first, waiting for reciprocation. Not a second passed before Julian returned the kiss, sweetly, then passionately, his lips pressing against Barnabas’ near-desperately. Barnabas pushed forward in kind, pressing his tongue between the doctor’s waiting lips, earning a low moan for his efforts.

“Hey! Some of us are trying to sleep!”

The interrupting voice came from the bunk above them. They quickly separated their faces, laughing softly.

“Sorry, Dr. Asha.” Julian said. Then, focusing back on Barnabas, he whispered: “So, should we take this back to my office?”

“Not at all.” Barnabas chuckled softly at the doctor’s surprise. “Now that I know you like me, you are in so much trouble. There’s more where that came from, of course.” He gave Julian a soft kiss to his cheek, whispering in his ear: “But first, you have to try and get some sleep.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Bee. I’ll close my eyes then, alright?” He smiled smugly as he demonstrated his lids shutting.

“Good enough.” Barnabas realized he already had his arms wrapped around Julian as he snuggled closer to the lanky doctor, putting his head resting on the other man’s chest. Julian entwined himself in kind, dutifully keeping his eyes closed.

Neither of them actually managed to go to sleep, but at least they got some rest together.

[fictionalarsonist]

inconspicuous bad apples - ch.02 (revamped)

pairing ›_taekwoon ⨯ reader ⨯ hakyeon feat. ›_ vixx wonshik ; got7 jinyoung ; cha minjoo (child oc) content ›_angst ; murder ; police au ; serial killer au ; mature language ; smoking ; drinking ; violence ; blood ; age gap relationship ; divorce rating ›_pg-13 word count ›_ 3k  

a/n  ›_ i decided to review this. is not quite all different, but i took off some unnecessary things from it.

「 ao3 | mobile m.list | inconspicuous bad apples m.list」

[ ch.01 | ch.02 | ch.03 | ch.04 | work in progress ]

“Okay, Lieutenant. We got it.”,Jinyoung approaches you as you stand beside the autopsy table, you take a folder from his hand and he stops next to you, “Not to rain on your parade, but the girl is… I mean was– the daughter of Daeun Trading Corporation’s CEO”, Jinyoung sounds amused and you sigh, looking up at him disappointed, “Her name is Kim Da Eun”

“Of course she was”, you droned, earning a chuckle from Jinyoung.

You take a quick look at the files inside before looking at the girl again, squinting your eyes just the slightest to concentrate at the sight before you. Jinyoung’s focuses on his notes for a moment, oblivious to your antics.

“Something wrong”, you speculate, loud enough to get Jinyoung looking up at you with one raise eyebrow.

“Wh-What? Lieutenant–”, he faltered, letting his hands fall beside his body.

“Just a feeling. An instinct–”, you mutter vaguely, offering him a shrug.

Jinyoung breathes out tiredly.

“Lieutenant…”, he starts, “I used to think only I hated when you said things like this, but I’ve noticed it’s a unanimous feeling. People hate when you say something about this instinct of yours, it’s scary!”

“Me included”, you reply vaguely, adding a strangled sigh as you try to put the pieces together, making sure you’re not missing anything, “What do we have so far?”

Jinyoung dutifully walks you through the information gathered, the doctor adds more facts.. It feels like a promising day, alright.

⁎ ⁎ ⁎

You look up when someone knocks on your table.

“We’re going out for lunch”, your Captain announces, walking around your table to take a better look at the files you have scattered before you, “Obsessive as always”

Although his words are a reprimand you can hear the compliment undertone he applies to them. He shifted his weight on his feet, taking a closer look at the files you have on your table.

“What are those?”

You slide one of the file to him and leans back on your seat, massaging your closed eyelids.

“Someone I know owned me a favor”, you confess while opening your eyes.

You see him flipping the file to look at the department’s name, not minding his troubled and rather upset expression, you show him the photos and your Captain snaps his eyes to look at you, inspecualting.

“This case belongs to narcotics, what are you up to?”

“Daeun’s case.” You starts, “Something seems off.”

“Y/n, you can’t compare the daughter of CEO Kim Shin Il with those druggies!”

“Captain–”, you insist, pulling the files for comparison, “Most injuries match and the disposal location as well and the prostitutes aren’t the only ones–”, he interrupts you in a hurry

“Forget this”, he snaps and starts closing the files, putting them in a pile, “I’m retiring, and you will be promoted soon, we don’t need to stir shit up, Y/n”, he leaves only the CEO’s daughter file open on top of the others and taps the photo of the girl’s ID attached to he files, “After lunch we’ll have the warrant for her boyfriend’s house. It’ll be over before you know it”

“But, Captain! Something is definitely wrong here”, you try dissuading him and pulls out Kim Da Eun’s boyfriend mugshot, “I doesn’t make sense!” You hand him the paper, tapping it energetically as you speak on, “How can a narcissistic girl like Da Eun date a penniless man who walks around like a homeless–”, he interrupts you

“How would I know? It could be another trend, who knows?”

“Captain, do you really believe that?” You defy him, staring into his eyes with your hands on your waist and the two of you simply stare at each other for a moment, “Captain–”, you try again once both of you calm down, “I know something’s off about this.”

“Y/n-ah~”, he calls your attention in a rather affectionate way that comes out as bothersome, “I told you before. You can’t solve every case trusting your guts”, he insists, “Sometimes it doesn’t work and when that happens–”, he sighs

He steps closer, placing his hands on your shoulders, shaking you a little, but still looking in your eyes.

“Y/n! Don’t do this”, he warns you, “Think about Minjoo~, huh?” He tries in a dissuading tone and pats your shoulders before letting go of you, “Let’s go eat something, it’s my treat”

It’s not that you don’t understand his mindset. You want this to be that simple, you want it to be just a simple case of an abusive boyfriend jealousy as much as your Captain. This way the case you would be off your hands and you could move on to the next one on the pile resting on the other side of your table.

There isn’t much time left for your Captain’s retirement and your promotion to take his place and both of you are excited for this for different reasons. He has his business planned to stay alongside his family and enjoy his supposed old age papering his grandkids. As a side effect of being taken under your captain’s wings is knowing his family very closely as if you’re part of it, Seungho is his eldest grandkid, only a year older than Minjoo and they go to the same daycare, you’re friends with his mother, your captain’s oldest daughter.

So, yeah, you know everything you need to about him wanting to settle down and he knows all your reasons too. Keeping a low profile is a must in such a crucial moment in this career, but you just can’t look away from what’s in front of you, not when you have such a golden chance in your hands to make this work not just for the CEO’s daughter, but for the others too.

*** 

Your phone buzzes on your desk and the screen displays Hakyeon’s ID along with his picture, one that has him holding Minjoo during her last birthday party, and although the sound is subdued in the noisy room you’re not completely alienated to it, however you decide to ignore it, focusing on the files you have in hand, instead. Trying to connect the dots, because you know something off about this case, you know there must be a connection somewhere and if there is, you better find it fast before it’s too late to do anything about it.

“Lieutenant?” You look up to see Wonshik waiting for you expectantly by your desk, “They got Kim Da Eun’s boyfriend. They’re taking him to the interrogation room right now”, he pants

You jump on your feet and make sure to lock the files you’ve been reading in the lowest drawer on your desk before scooping your phone from your desk and walking hurried steps with Wonshik by your side.

“Who’s with him?”

“Detective Park”, he speaks respectfully

“Jinyoung?”

“Yes”, he nods

“Good”, you mutter more to yourself, then to him, “Did he say anything?”

“Aside from pleading innocence? No, sir.”

“Of course.”

He follows you into the room next to the interrogation room where some of the other detectives are gathered along with the Captain.

“How is it going?” You ask, moving to stand right in front of the two way mirror

“They gave us an alibi”, you Captain speaks, “We’re checking on it”, he adds with eyes glued on the scene unfolding behind the two-way mirror

“Brand named clothes and shoes. Limited edition, artesanal wrist watch…”, Jinyoung clicks his tongue, “You certainly is a high maintenance man”

“Why? Jealous?”, Jongup provokes, “I heard a cop’s pay off is real shit”, he adds, squinting his nose in disgust

“Still better than being a prostitute”

“Wow-wow-wow! Where did that came from?”

“Well, let me see–”, Jinyoung starts sarcastically, leaning back on his chair with arms crossed over his chest, “You’re unemployed and a complete nobody that ran errands for a low-life thug a few weeks ago, then out of nowhere you meet Kim Da Eun. Rich girl with a powerful father. Then, suddenly, you move to a better apartment and starts dressing like a well-bred bastard, except–”, this time Jinyoung’s the one who squints in disgust, “You have a horrible taste”

“I’m not a prostitute! What the fuck?”, Jongup replies outraged, “I’m a personal assistant, ‘lright?”

Jinyoung scoffs much like you on the other side of that mirror, most of the other detectives shake their heads in incredulity.

“Yeah, sure”, you hear someone say, somewhere behind you

“A personal assistant? You?”, Jongup nods insistently

Jinyoung keeps his eyes on Jongup as he opens the file on the table and only looks down to read.

“Moon Jong Up. 23 years old. Barely concluded middle school in a countryside town, the middle of nowhere–”, Jinyoung nudges the file away and looks up again, “How are you a personal assistant for people like Kim Da Eun and her friends?”

“I’m very good at what I do”, Jongup smirks with a careless shrug

“Two people testified that you were Kim Da Eun’s boyfriend, Jongup. Now–”, Jinyoung leans forward again, with his elbows on the table, “You can’t blame me for assuming you’re a prostitute. It’s the best case scenario for you to date a girl like her, even though we both know she could do much better. We understand her friends didn’t want to taint her memory by saying that, but still–”

“Alright, man. Just– stop right there”, Jongup asks in annoyed, raising both hands before dropping them loudly on his lap, “I wasn’t dating her or anything. She was a spoiled, manipulative, annoying bitch. Not exactly my type of fuck, no”

“Then why were you have pointing fingers saying that you were her boyfriend”

Jongup sighs in exasperation, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“The fuck should I know? All I do is fixing parties for these crazy rich kids, man”

“Then, how come Kim Da Eun spent three days in your apartment?”, Jinyoung doesn’t lose a beat and Jongup takes a deep breathe, tonguing the teeth at the back of his mouth and rolling his head with eyes closed.

There’s a silent in the room and Jinyoung nudges his chair closer to the table in between them and smacks his hand very loudly on top of the files, regaining Jongup’s attention in a instant.

“Hey!”, Jinyoung speaks on the top of his lungs and Jongup stares at him, but it’s obvious he wants to look away, “You’re about to be charged with murder.”, Jongup looks away, “Look at me!”

“He definitely knows something”, your captain speaks up

“C’mon.”, you mutter more to yourself than to anyone else in the room, “C’mon, speak up.”

There’s a silence in the room for a moment. Jinyoung watches the Jongup very closely, while Jongup looks everywhere but Jinyoung.

“Jongup”, Jinyoung calls, “Why did you murdered Kim Da Eun?”

“What the–”, Jongup protests comes out as a groan, “I didn’t murder anyone!”

Jinyoung starts talking again, but your attention is robbed by Wonshik, who walks in and hands you a file. You scan the file, reading the report as fast as you can before handing over to you Captain. Dong Il reads and curses under his breath.

“His alibi checks out”, you say in deception before speaking into the microphone, to Jinyoung, “Come over”

Jinyoung leaves Jongup alone in the room with a threatening remark and meets you with the rest of the team inside the two-way mirror room.

“What is it?” He asks as soon as he steps in.

“His alibi checks out”, you repeat and your captain pushes the file on Jinyoung’s chest while you lean on the table behind you with your arms crossed over your chest in annoyance.

“We confirmed he was arrested two days ago for fighting a VVIP member of the Lotus nightclub.”

“How did he got in a place like that?” Jinyoung asks in annoyance

“Even if he worked for Golden Tiger himself he’d need a high status in the syndicate to get in that club”, you comment

“He was a guest for a private party”, the detective makes a pause, “For Kim Da Eun”

“Apparently Jongup and the other guy was hurt pretty bad. They all went to the hospital, Kim Da Eun too. Kim Da Eun and her friend pressed charges against Jongup”, Wonshik explains, “They left and not too long after he was taken into custody by the Department of Organized Crimes, he stayed with them for two days”

“So, we’re back to square one?” Jinyoung asks

“This Kim Da Eun’s friend is the son of one of Kim Shin Il’s associates. I’ll call the judge, he won’t show up unless we summon him”, you add, “Go back there and try to find something about this other guy and that fight. If he didn’t mention anything about it, then he’s definitely hiding something”

Jinyoung motions his head before leaving the room and you watch him start the interrogation again before leaving the room with your phone in hand. You don’t notice your Captain following you.

“I’m relieved”, he speaks up with a smile and you raise your eyebrows in confusion, “The next Captain is competent”

He doesn’t wait for you to say anything, just walks away. Whistling his favorite tune with his hands in his pockets and it’s only when he’s quite far that you let it sink in and smiles to yourself at the thought before going back to what you were doing.

It takes some talk and some convincing, but once you get the okay from the judge, you go back to the room, to watch the interrogation.

“We confirmed it was your blood on Kim Da Eun’s hands… literally. So, I’m pretty sure we can hold you here”, Jinyoung states

“Are you fucking kidding me?”, Jongup protests, “I already told you!”, he speaks loud in frustration looking at Jinyoung, before looking at you, “There was a fight at the club, I got hurt and she got… dirty. That crazy bitch”

He whispers the last part to himself and abruptly stands up to lift his shirt up his torso to show the cut, the blood on the wound soaking the bandages.

“Sit down!” Jinyoung commands, stepping further into the room and slamming the file on the table, but he stays standing up

“You see this?” Jongup points at the wound, “It was two days ago and it’s bleeding again because you people keep assaulting me”

“You’re the one getting worked up”, Jinyoung clarifies  in a low, threatening tone, “Now, sit. Down.”

If it was either Jinyoung’s piercing glare or the way he spoke in a yet darker tone, hissing the words with jaw tightened that made Jongup swallow hard and obey, you don’t know. But it works quite a lot.

“I was in jail! I was in a cell for almost two days”, he starts again, more quiet this time

“We already know that part. Tell why you fought with that other guy”, Jinyoung presses and Jongup goes silent again, “Are you scared of losing your sponsor or something?”

“Look. You don’t mess with people like him, okay?”

“Why? Why is so scary about him? Huh?”, Jinyoung smiles, leaning further on the table and closer Jongup, “I’ll make this clear. We won’t have nothing to hold against you if you just say what you know about this guy”

Jinyoung slides a printed screencap from a CCTV from the file, towards Jongup. Keeping his eyes locked with the other’s.

“Just tell me what you know about the guy and we can let you go”

Jongup hesitates before looking at the photo other table, his eyes shift between the photo and Jinyoung. He presses his lips and looks away, lost in thoughts for a moment.

“I’m–”, Jongup hesitates, “I’m not saying he killed her, ‘lright?”, the fear and hesitation is more than clear as he speaks, stealing glances at Jinyoung

“Why? Do you think he could murder Kim Da Eun?”

“I don’t know, man…”

“Hey, Moon Jongup!” Jinyoung calls, loud and clear, “Look at me. Speak clearly.”, he commands

Jongup does as he’s told. When he starts speaking again he’s still hesitating and biting down on his lips, but at least he’s looking back at Jinyoung.

“All I know is that he’s a twisted bastard”, Jongup speaks up, “Mr. Kim wanted his daughter to date this dude, but Da Eun came to me–”

“To you?” Jinyoung asked skeptically

“All I know is that she wanted someone to protect her from this crazy-ass dude. She was scared of him”

“Did she tell you why?” Jongup hesitates to answer, “Jongup!”

“I told you, he’s crazy”, Jongup halts

“How?”

“He’s a controlling freak. A total psycho, I’m telling you”

Sometimes comes to your mind and you reach for the microphone again.

“Jinyoung, ask if Kim Da Eun was being abused by her boyfriend”, there a pause while you stand back and Jinyoung asks

“You bet. Just ask anyone, if you make sure he won’t do anything to them, they might speak up too. Or just check on his ex-girlfriend.”

“So why did Kim Da Eun choose you?”

“Because she knows I’m good at what I do”

“You were a low-life thug.”

“Exactly–”, Jongup motions his head with a shrug, “I’m good at what I do”, he repeats himself

“Then, what happened?” Jinyoung presses in urgency

“The guy is like a vicious dog”, Jongup stresses clearly, tapping his index finger on the table to make the gravity of his words worth, “He came to the club and tried to take her away, calling her all kinds of stuff, trying to drag her away–  He was high on something. I tried protecting her–my job, remember? But the crazy son of a bitch cut me open with a fucking broken bottle”

“You said he was high–”, Jinyoung insists, “Is he addicted to any illicit drug?”

Jongup scoffs. “Why? Do I get extra points if I answer that one?”

“It doesn’t matter. We have what we need to get the playboy over”, you say out loud to the others, “Wonshik, go check on the summon the judge is supposed to send. I’ll be on my desk.”

This is heading down the same path, only now the person to have fingers pointed at is different. You know quite well, how this might end, but you can’t take those files locked in a drawer out of your head. You know there’s something about it that connects everything.

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