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potatomountain · 3 months
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"Case: It's You" Masterlist
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Pairing: Detective Reader x ot8 detective ateez
Genre: enemies to lovers, romance, eventual smut, dark themes, angst.
Synopsis: As a headstrong detective- forced to transfer to another Precinct after pushing your team, and superiors too far- your new unit is less than pleased by your presence. In fact, they are down right hostile, resulting in more time butting heads than doing your job: taking down the organized crime 'gangs' of your city. Once you finally get your foot in the door, into their circle, you realize you bit off more than you can chew- or maybe it was the perfect place for you.
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Chapters:
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feelisia · 12 days
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Just sleep Sans.
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jjaydazo · 10 days
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Frisk is bad at insults but she is good at invading your privacy.
AU belongs to @feelisia
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sofiathehooman · 8 months
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Frans Gallery 2✨
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Badtale: @shorukarts
Underlust Detective Au: @feelisia
Midnight Sans x Frisk Au: @venelona
Artificialtale: @jjaydazo
Flameheart Au: @ladysm
Dauxtale: @nuvex
Faerytale: @shayromi
Frans Zombie Au: @the-writing-mobster
Swapfell Snow White Au: @fransfanatic
Genderbend Frans Au: @pingail-08
Laziest artist: Me☕
Man this took me a while welp here it is✨
Hope you guys enjoy it💖✨
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ruelin024 · 2 days
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(¬‿¬) Detective Dust got plans in the office huh.
@switchthedragon (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ Congratulations on a 100-follower milestone reached.
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safwunnz · 1 month
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MY ENTRY TO @switchthedragon ‘S DTIYSSSS💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️
I started this back in 2023 so don’t mind how most the visuals look shit ;-;
THIS TOOK NO JOKE 40 HOURS TO MAKE AHAKSGAKDGKEHDOSKAJAHSKAJAKHAKA
also I might post the time-lapse of this cuz that’s a thing I can do on ibis paint ig
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switchthedragon · 2 months
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Detective Dust belongs to me
XPAU belongs to @xpau-official
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mtndw-whteout · 1 month
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Some more au doodles
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the-writing-mobster · 4 months
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| The Most Dangerous Game | Frisk Starling | 💔 |
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Fly home, Starling...
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“We found another body.”
The steely grip of dread slowly wrapped its claws around her stomach and she sucked in a long breath. 
Somehow, she’d always known it would happen. She’d prayed to gods she didn’t believe in that maybe it wouldn’t. 
Maybe he’d slack off. Maybe they’d catch him just in time. But she’d always known that the other shoe would drop. 
Another body would fall. 
They always do. 
Eventually.  
“I'll be on my way.”
“I don't know if that's a good idea.” 
She was already grabbing her camera off the shelf over her computer and slinging it around her neck. “Not a good idea to do my job? You called me,” she pointed out as she jogged back down the hall, her footsteps still hauntingly quiet against the wood boards. 
“To warn you.”
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Intrigued? You must be! That's why I very conveniently linked the chapter right here! 🤯 Read TMDG if you know what's good for you!
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htsan · 1 year
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Not really an ask, more like a weird dream I had with sans.
Imagine Sherlock Holmes but with monsters thrown into the mix. Now, I've never EVER seen Sherlock. I dreamed of the reader being this, smart but apathetic person being tasked with a monster murder. As we, are the smartest detective, we get to manage it. But our boss (Frisk, for some reason as an adult) says we are going to get a partner to Crack the case. We, are insulted by this as the guy we are paired up with is a new detective (Sans).
And as we greet him with a handshake...fast noises. Mf has a whoopee cushion on his hand. We, in that moment just, look at him dumbfounded like he's the crazy one.
I didn't dream much after that but some random puns and him being smarter at the case, and us being absolutely confused as to how a guy who likes bad puns can be smarter than us (how could he!!!).
Sorry for the long ask, this has just been on my mind ever since I dreamt it.
AGHH DETECTIVE STORIES! I need to learn how to write it... I love me a good puzzle.
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-- fic in read more.
You discovered something strange. Something that you would not realise it would become a huge rabbit hole.
Apparently a family of yours, was arrested of a crime. They killed a child.
Now, you may or may not be close to this person, but facts don't argue. The family member WAS with you, they stayed at your place, when the apparent time of the crime had happened. How could they be 2 places at once?
There were many evidence to suggest that they did it.
Was it that you were forgetful?.. No that cannot be. They really were there at that time, you saw them, flesh and all.
Unfortunately, no one believed your testimony, and only sans who was skeptical enough was willing to investigate on what it could mean.
No one at the Police department agreed that you two should be diving into it, they wouldn't even let you see the evidence up in closer look. You are not going to see the evidence until courts arrived.
It was dissapointing, you're not going to get paid for this shit, yet it doesn't matter at this point. You want answers.
You set up a contact and phone your family member at the prison booth, sans was besides you. The family infront was calling.
You were hoping you can rake some answers.
They said with firm confirmation that they did the crime. That you don't need to look into it anymore. "You were just remembering the dates wrong, dear, it's okay we all make mistakes..".
You told them that they shouldn't lie like this, tell them what really happened that day.
They replied. "C-come on now.. I know it's embarassing and it ruined a bit of your rep, but I assure you I-I did murder the child. They got my fingerprints, my DNA, footage of it, everything."
You swore you are not arguing if they did it or not, you were trying to find out how they were in 2 places at once.
"Look. Whatever you do. You can't trust anyone or anything. Not even me. Got it?" It was the last thing they said before they hung up.
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Shakened, you turned to look at sans.
Sans was staring at your family walking away from the booth, then turned back to his laptop, he was watching the leaked CCTV footage that was broadcasted on TV of the apparent murder.
You approached the lax skeleton, told him everything, that you had gotten nothing, maybe you did get the dates wrong, or even the time. How would you know? Human brain is flawed, anyways.
You felt embarassed that he believed in you.
"strange. the footage of this seems.. odd." He still believes you? You asked in what he meant.
"i dunno. the way that they are 'animated' seems weird."
You tilt your head, you asked if he was implying that this footage is.. edited?
"i think this footage is cgi."
You asked on how would he know?
"i mean, it's a blink or miss moment, but, look at this one frame,"
It was a frame of your family member walking, it's legs was shown clearly. Sans pointed the ground.
The shoes, it was- "it's clipping through the ground." He finishes your thought. It went on for 3 more frames.
"here too," it was the footage of them grabbing the supposed murder weapon, a knife. For a single frame the hand was going through the knife. It was way more noticable.
"i heard that picking up objects in 3d is hard. so is animating walk cycles."
"heh, i bet the entire thing was motion captured, it's why the animation looks natural on first viewing," motion capturing method, so it meant that this was a captured by a human before.
"the way your family member, walked away from the phone booth, is different than in cctv too."
Your heart sinked. So, does that mean. they got falsely accused?
"they didn't even hire a clean up animator to fix it, shame, i bet they could've used the money."
You asked on how would they even get a scan of their face. They had all the fingerprints and everything.
"hm. do they ever uploaded a footage of their face online?"
You don't recall, you never really check your family members online posts. You immediately pick up your phone to look for answers.
"no- don't."
You asked why.
"search it on my laptop, it's not tracked. tell me their social media."
You followed his request. He searches for anything in their social media.
"hmm. no faces here. seems like they dont have any internet trails.."
strange. then, how did anyone get their face?
"do they use a face scan as a password on their phone?"
.. yes. yes they do.
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Your face says it all, the horrified realisation, you don't even need to answer.
Sans only stared back at you.
"i think we're dealing something bigger than we thought."
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ANYWAYS hgryrh
love the idea that were a bit frustrated that the guy who keeps pranking us and not taking us seriously is the smartest guy in the room, what a show off. But you do respect him for being super observant, and he respects you, for bring in good questions to the table, and fact checking things he had missed.
Not to mention he was still the kind and nice skeleton monster you knew before.
The relationship went from somewhat rivalry, to mutual respect, to friendship to maybe O///O
They both were the only one that believed in each other (in the police department).
One day you realise that you have a weird feeling with sans. It wasn't suspicion, or something bad, it felt your stomach knot whenever he is around you, dopamine surging through your brain as you steal a touch from Sans, maybe get a little closer to see his eyelights.
He was lingering on your mind more and more. How he's so kind, that he always buys hot chocolate for you, he never insults your intelligence even if he was a show off, and also the smarter one, he always wanted to be a team player, to always consider your questions or opinions to the table, he always listens to you. It's distracting. You really can't focus your own work with this.
You try to investigate what that feeling is : through books or whatever you may find, only for the evidence to point you have a crush on small the skeleton monster.
i never watched sherlock LOL, and I saw some scenes of him solving a case and, my god why is it so goofy? Its so highly edited 😂
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deadmothsketches · 1 year
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Osomatsu's stupid spooky stories. *Goosebumps Theme plays*
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potatomountain · 12 days
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CIY- CH 9
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Chapter Nine
📍pairing: detective ateez ot8 x detective afab reader
📍word count: 3.3k
📍network: @pirateeznet
📍Warnings: mentions of mxm relationships and death. depictions of violence
📍Beta readers (and sole motivation): @flurrys-creativity , @candypop1611 , @yourfatherlucifer, @yessa-vie and edited by the amazing: @daesukiii
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It wasn’t until the click on the lock resounded in your skull that you realized you were now in Hongjoong’s office, standing awkwardly before his desk still trying to wrap your head around what you just saw. He was quiet, only the sound of his breathing indicating that he was behind you: deep inhales and shaky exhales. 
Swallowing hard and licking your dry lips, you managed to call out. “Captain…?” It was all you could manage because where exactly did you start with the questions? Hell, what even were your questions?
“I know. Fuck I know.” Grumbling he moved around you and leaned back against his desk, head slumped forward. “I would ask you to ignore the things he said, but we both know that’s not going to happen. You’re too stubborn.”
Hongjoong had been neither welcoming nor unwelcoming until this point, seemingly giving you orders just to keep you busy or because that was his job, but really you couldn’t figure out the enigmatic Captain. You knew he valued the opinion of his team, the Vice the most, and that he would do things without an explanation and they all just trusted him enough not to ask. But you were also well aware some things that had been said just didn’t add up to what you expected a unit like this to run: maybe it was more so that it was things your unit would never say or do.
The sudden thought was jarring, a frown pulling at your lips. You shouldn’t be thinking about them when they weren’t your unit anymore- and they proved the way they did things was just not for you either.
Was it any better here?
Before you could dwell on that question, Hongjoong continued. “To answer one of the questions I know is in your head: yes we do have sexual relations with each other in the unit. Did you think I, or San for that matter, flirted just to do so?”
“To be honest, I refused to give it much thought.” You replied dryly, still reeling a bit. To think they would be open about sex with each other? Not only coworkers, but other men. How were they so open minded to such concepts but were so adamant about not needing you or welcoming you? Hell, Jongho continued on a daily basis to remind you that he didn’t like you. Did they think you were going to judge them?
Did they think you were going to be such a priss about it?
One glance at Hongjoong and you relaxed: of course, they thought you were. These men were a tightly knit group, and you were an outsider forced upon them. They trusted each other, now realizing on a much deeper level than you suspected, and they didn’t want you a part of that.
That shouldn’t hurt.
“But it’s not really my business is it? It’s not like you’re making me watch, nor forcing me into the same boat. Who you all fuck is really not my concern.” You clarified, attempting to ease the frown on his brow. 
It just deepened, your name tumbling from his lips. “We know it’s against regulations and policy-”
“And? You think I’m going to tell anyone? Would make me a fucking hypocrite, probably.” You scoffed.
He tilted his head in confusion. “Thought you didn’t do anything with your last unit?”
“Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to.” You fixed him with a hardened stare. “Not that they would’ve done anything, they are so adamant about following the rules. And I’d rather you not press. That is what you want to tell me, isn’t it? Keep my nose out of it as much as I can?”
His eyes widened a bit at your attitude, shaking his head as he stood up. “That’s not- fuck. You seem upset about that.”
“Why would I be upset?” Okay, the way you snapped it out definitely said you were. Trying to take a deep breath, you shut your eyes for a moment. “With all due respect Captain, I’m not here to get close or be nice; I just want to do my job and help where I can. One unit has already kicked me to the curb, I would rather that not be repeated, so you can rest assured I won’t do anything to draw the board’s attention. It would be the word of a troublemaker against yours anyways, and that is a battle not worth my time. So if you want me to keep my nose out of your personal life, so be it. Is there anything else you wanted to say?”
Opening your eyes to his mouth hanging open wasn’t what you expected, but the lack of immediate response was enough of an answer for you. “Very well, I’ll take my leave.” You turned on your heel with a hardened expression, reaching the door quickly and stumbling with the lock.
The door was slammed shut before you got to open it far, Captain’s hand holding it shut while the other caged you in. Again he muttered your name, breath fanning against the back of your head telling you just how close he was. You attempted to ignore the way your heartbeat skyrocketed, and the heat that tinged your ears.
“Yes, Captain?” You breathed out in response, hand still on the handle and not moving.
“I didn’t bring you here to warn you to stay out of it… I’m offering to give you an explanation to any questions you have.”
His tone was sweet, soft, almost pleading… and it disarmed you in a way you didn’t like. “I don’t have any questions right now, Captain. I’m still trying to process all that happened.” The questions that did come to mind weren’t ones you believed he could answer- no he wasn’t the one you wanted to ask. “When should I expect field work?” You asked instead, turning your head slightly and breath catching in your throat.
Hard to ignore how gorgeous he was when his face was right there.
“I’ll talk with Seonghwa, we’ll figure out how to implement you into the field and then Wooyoung and San will brief you before you go. Give us a few days to put it together, alright firecracker?” His thumb was on your chin, turning you a bit more so you were more face to face.
You felt almost hypnotized by how soft he was, the touch solidifying that even more for you. “A-alright Captain. What should I do for now?”
“How about you head home for the day and just relax? Go over your notes or go to the shooting range downtown? One of the others can go with you?” He ran his thumb just under your lip, gaze dipping before a second before locking onto yours. “Would you like that?”
“Maybe. I’ll take the day off then.” You weren’t sure you wanted to be here anyways. Not without looking at all of them and trying to figure out who fucked who. Wooyoung’s earlier comment about the Captain and his office got to you- maybe that’s why you were so easily swayed by him right now?
He hummed lowly, dropping his hand and stepping back. “Good girl. Don’t worry about the rest. Go on.” He stepped away and leaned back against his desk, giving you ample space to leave.
You were too flustered to do anything but nod and leave. Didn’t even glance at the others, just headed for your desk.
San, the ever knight-in-shining-armor rushed after you though, calling your name.
“Yes?” Still feeling a bit dazed, you glanced up at him, chest tight as you were reminded of his injuries. “You didn’t have to run after me.”
“You don’t look okay, I was worried.” He looked you over, bringing his good hand up to your forehead and frowning. “You look like you have a fever but you're not that warm.” 
“San- I’m just overwhelmed, please.” With much more calm than you were feeling, you reached up and grabbed his hand off your head. “I need to know though… about Wooyoung-”
“It’s just physical, I promise.” He interrupted, almost panicking. “He shouldn’t have- that wasn’t how- fuck I’m sorry you-”
You cupped his face, stopping his ramblings. “It’s okay, I’m not judging you or anything Sannie. Just… surprised. It’s… it’s just a lot to process. I knew you guys did things differently, I just didn’t expect this I guess? Don’t think this changes anything.”
He softened into a pout, bringing his hand to cover yours. “You fit in so well here sweetcheeks, I wish you knew that.”
You smiled wryly, pulling your hands away. “I don’t think I do. I’ll see you tomorrow, get some rest, okay?” You patted his uninjured shoulder as you passed him, not giving him a chance to prove you wrong as you rushed out the door.
You didn’t even grab your coffee.
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San returned to the back to see that chaos was one thin string away from exploding everywhere. Hongjoong stepped out of his office and fixed Wooyoung with a glare as he advanced.
“W-W-Wait a second Captain! We can talk about this- ngh!” Wooyoung scrambled back against his desk, just to be yanked forward by the collar. 
“What the fuck was that? Huh Detective? Did you forget you are part of this fucking unit, that you are technically working as a policeman?” Hongjoong gritted his teeth, nearly throwing the man to the floor. “You nearly fucked up a little too much!”
Wooyoung tumbled to the floor, grabbing his glasses that had fallen in the process. “None of you told me about her!? What the fuck did you want me to do?”
“Keep your mouth shut!” San was the one to belt the words out, stepping over to his partner and planting his foot into his side. “Instead you just rambled and ranted in Wooyoung fashion. How the fuck does she know you as Mito? She wasn’t supposed to know!”
Yunho pulled San back, taking note of how pissed he was. “She should’ve been gone before you got back.” He winced when San shrugged him off, putting distance between him and the others.
“Then why isn’t she? Will someone explain to me what the fuck I missed and why you’re getting all huffy over a broad that ‘should’ve been gone’? Huh?” Wooyoung looked around, spotting Yeosang and relaxing a bit. “Sangie?”
Yeosang fixed him with a slightly colder stare than usual, tension in his jaw. “You should’ve asked instead of questioning how none of us fucked her yet. She’s a detective, not one of the women your mother- you’re used to being around.”
Wooyoung narrowed his eyes as he pushed himself up onto his knees. “Were you about to bring my mother’s work into this?” His voice was dangerously low, the already heavy tension growing in the room.
Yeosang seemed just as taken back by his own words, shaking his head and glancing down at the drink in his hand. Wooyoung took notice, then glanced at San who was still watching him with a fixed glare. With a look of understanding, he stood up. “Got it, fine. Anyone willing to fill me in? Or do you want me to continue trying to fuck her?”
The way San straightened just confirmed Wooyoung’s suspicions. But it was Hongjoong that answered, arms crossed over his chest. “She was forced to transfer from her old unit. Higher-ups approved her transfer here-”
“Let’s be honest, they were hoping she would throw us off.” Jongho spoke up, reminding them he was there as he put his gun back together. “And at this rate, she will. Some of you are getting too fucking buddy buddy and that’s going to blow everything we worked for if she digs too much.”
“Well if she is going to blow it, Wooyoung just gave her plenty of ammunition. Should we move up our plans?” Yunho chided in, standing up and stretching. “Mingi and I already set up the bait like you asked. It’s only a matter of time before it’s taken.”
Seonghwa shook his head. “If she was going to be a whistleblower, I feel like she would have been given an offer by the higher-ups: give them information to tear us apart and all her bad rep goes away. With how much she misses her old unit, I assume they still might give her the ultimatum. What do you think, Joong? You pulled her aside to gauge what she would do with this information.”
Hongjoong shrugged, shaking his head. “Hard to tell. She said she wouldn’t, that she doesn't care what we do. I think she was being honest. You would know better though, wouldn’t you San?” He glanced over at him. “You’ve been with her the most.”
“She won’t. It’s not harming anyone so she won’t feel the need to do anything about it. And if she is offered redemption for information on us, she won’t do that either. She feels pretty betrayed by her last unit for kicking her this way, so she wouldn’t do anything that would cause us harm, despite some of us deserving it.” San snarled at Wooyoung and then glanced at Jongho. “She’s loyal to her own moral code, probably loyal to some of her old unit but she doesn’t feel as if she has to work with them to be loyal. Higher-ups won’t do anything to jeopardize that unit.”
“But the other enemies might. They catch wind of her-”
“Don’t even entertain that idea, Jongho.” San stepped forward.
Seonghwa sighed, sharing a look with Hongjoong. “I think we have to make a decision, as a group. Either way is going to be a risk. We either fight for her to transfer out, or we decide to integrate her.”
A chorus of protests rang through the office, some louder than others. 
“Then we fight for the transfer?”
Wooyoung scoffed. “Yeah no, let me get this straight first. That beautiful woman gets forced to transfer out of her last unit and ends up here because the higher-ups insist?”
“Apparently she requested it because they made her choose- and we are the farthest from her last precinct.” Seonghwa mumbled, indulging the information she had said in their office. “The board and commissioner just pushed it instead of trying for elsewhere.”
“Okay okay- so she is forced to transfer by the unit, the very people she trusted, and was hurt enough by that to go as far as she could from them? Yeah?” He looked around, some of them unable to look them in his eyes. “And it sounded like you all gave her piss poor treatment since she got here.”
“Sounds about right.” Even Jongho looked away, a little guilty.
Wooyoung scoffed, rolling his eyes. “And yet some of you are getting so fucking offended over my talk of having her on my cock- that right fucking there Choi San, you’re obvious.” He pointed at his friend who had stepped forward ready to punch him. “So we are just gonna- what- push her away and break her even more because none of us want to give her a chance?”
The atmosphere felt even more grim as his words weighed on their shoulders.
“It’s not as simple as that- we worked too hard to take that chance!” Jongho stood up, fire blazing in his eyes. “I'm not going to let her problems get in the way of what we already accomplished! So what if she gets hurt? If she can’t trust us or blames us for turning her away? You want her to sacrifice the things we have? Want this to be her life?”
“Jongho has a point- we accepted this, all of us made this our responsibility because of our own reasons, our own choice. We can’t expect her to do the same. Does she even have any ties, Yeosang?” Yunho glanced over at the quiet man, who just shook his head. “She made it personal over a dead kid she arrested a few times? Big whoop.”
San narrowed his eyes on Yunho. “When did you find out about that? It was just Hwa and I-”
“Heard you talking it over with her.” Mingi grumbled next to him, apparently in a sour mood.
Hongjoong cleared his throat. “Then I think you two would find that the most relatable, wouldn’t you? With your own experiences?”
Mingi scoffed, shifting into the chair but Hongjoong continued. “You could’ve been that dead kid Mingi, you know that. We all know that. But officer Jeong-”
“Captain, I know where you are going with this and please don’t. We don’t need you comparing her to my dead fucking father.” Yunho fixed the smaller man with an intense glare.
“Sure we do. If we keep her on, it’s likely she’ll meet the same fate.” Hongjoong was unphased as Yunho slammed his hands on the desk, pivoting on his foot to step away and run his now shaking hand through his hair. “So you agree?”
Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “Back to what I was saying! Our options are to force her onto another team, which sounds like she is the type to get in way over her head wherever she is anyways, or take her on fully and let her help. And it seems like you already gave her plenty of ammunition on the green vipers, which, I’m assuming is where her personal vendetta you so graciously mentioned came from? If we’re talking about that newest kid that got killed- who is to say she won’t do what some of us have thought of?”
Several men in the room stiffened, guilty of the assumption. 
San was the first to speak after a drawn-out silence. “She would too. You don’t have to spend much time with her to know she would. Fuck! I don’t like what you’re implying, Wooyoung!”
“I’m not the only one. Right Captain?” Wooyoung smirked at him. “You’re so pissy with me because I forced your hand too soon, but this was your plan? She fits in here, I noticed that and I just met the chick.”
All attention switched to Hongjoong, his own expression impassive. It was a gentle nudge from Seonghwa that had him speaking up. “She’s made incredible progress, even suggesting something we hadn’t thought of. Mentally she is a great detective, and strategist, and would make a valuable asset to the team-”
“You have to be fucking kidding me? You can’t be serious, Captain!” Jongho was the one to slap his hands on the desk now, sneering at him. “Absolutely not!”
“This isn’t just your decision Jongho!” San stepped over to him. “Test her if you want, but she does fit.”
“Maybe on your cock.” Mingi threw out, in an even more sour mood. 
San rolled his eyes. “Fuck you Mingi.”
“Come do it then.”
“QUIET!” Seonghwa yelled out, silencing the room and halting the movements of everyone; even Yunho turned back around to take it all in. “Your Leader was speaking, and you will listen.” 
Hongjoong waited until all attention was back on him. “I’m not saying she knows everything, or be completely involved right away, but she would be a valuable asset. So we bring her in, find a place in this all where she could be helpful but won’t infringe on our other works. A few months, maybe a year, and then we can decide. Either she trusts us, works with us, or we handle things properly. After all… wouldn’t be the first time a cop dies on the job, right?”
With solemn expressions, each one of them nods, calling out in unison “Yes, sir.”
Wooyoung took note of a few things that had him believe it wasn’t going to be so black and white… and he was excited to see how this unfolds.
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I'm still into lust detective frans au phase.
send help.
au belong to @feelisia
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cjhern1109 · 1 year
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I know that I’m super late to this, but here is a late birthday gift to @feelisia
In addition, I had a lame meme animation idea that I doodled a couple months back and debated on posting, so here it is
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Yep, not my best work, but thought you can laugh at this dumb idea, lol
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thatidiotutartist · 6 months
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Detective Dust with Horror as an intern, and horror goes on a coffee run for him every morning and has his order memorized.
Anyway what if he visited the CSAU and the horror and dust were like "He's falling for him."
“They’re so gay for each other—“
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