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skyeeuphixia · 9 months

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𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛 // 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔!

lip Gallagher x girlfriend OC (Delilah) summary: in which frank takes it too far

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warning/s: violence word count: 1.6k

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In the 9 months that Delilah had been dating Lip Gallagher, she had only met the patriarch of the family a few times. The first time she met Frank was 2 weeks into dating Lip. The two of them were on a date in the Alibi, and it was only inevitable that Frank would make a drunken appearance. Frank ended up stumbling into the bar and smashing the TV within 5 minutes of being there. He didn't even notice that his son and his son's girlfriend were in there as well. As far as first impressions go, with Frank, that was probably the best that it could have gone.

The second time she met Frank was after a month of dating Lip. She nearly stood on him while making her way into the Gallagher house from the backdoor. The man was passed out on the kitchen floor, but the Gallagher siblings didn't say anything about it or show any concern, so Delilah could only assume that it was a regular occurrence.

The other few times she had met him had been similar occurrences, or him arriving home while the Gallaghers, with the additions of Veronica, Kevin and Delilah, were watching some shitty TV show together. Frank never really remembered Delilah, even though she had now introduced herself 4 different times, the best she had gotten for him remembering her was him saying:

Oh yeah, you're Lip's girlfriend, right?

And that was the best she was probably ever going to get. Besides, Lip had talked so much shit about his father to Delilah that she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to have any form of relationship with him anyway. Lip's siblings loved her, and that was enough for Delilah.

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It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for the Gallagher house to be the designated hang-out spot for family and friends of the Gallaghers, in fact, it wasn't uncommon for at least 8 or 9 people to be in the house at a time.

This day was no exception.

Fiona, Kevin and Veronica were in the kitchen drinking and gossiping about random shit. Ian and Lip were in their room doing god knows what. Carl was running around with the taser Lip once gifted him (batteries removed of course) and Debbie and Delilah were sitting on the couch together, the older of the two girls putting Debbies hair into plaits.

The peace was soon disrupted however when Frank drunkenly stumbles in through the back door, after not being home for about two weeks.

"Ahh, home sweet home! You know, a man's house is like his kingdom!" Frank merrily proclaimed in his drunken haze, his words tinged with an air of self-assuredness.

"Yeah, except you like to leave your kingdom for your subjects to look after don't you?" Fiona laughs slightly, in good spirits due to her also being slightly tipsy, Frank was easier to deal with when you're also drunk.

"Fuck off offspring one! A true king has a range of royal duties to attend to, but he should still return to his kingdom, where subjects eagerly await with open arms- what the fuck is that?"

Frank stops his drunken rant as he reaches the living room, his eyes landing on Delilah, who had stopped doing her hair to listen to Frank's drunken rant. Delilah sighed slightly, she couldn't even get 'Lip's Girlfriend' anymore, now she was being demoted to that. Before Delilah can introduce herself, again, the sound of two sets of footsteps interrupts them, Ian and Lip were making their way down, probably to see what the commotion was about.

"She is Delilah, Frank. My girlfriend," Lip sighs, he and Ian both pausing on the bottom step, observing the man in front of them.

"Frank they've been dating for almost a year or something, you've met her like 10 times," Ian judges the man, he was close with Delilah, having been her friend before Lip even knew who she was.

"Girlfriend? Since when does Lip do relationships?"

"Since 9 months ago," Debbie answers matter-of-factly, the Gallagher household was well aware of Delilah's status as Debbie's unofficial favourite sibling, despite not actually being sisters.

"Oh, come on. Lip, my boy, he's not one to settle down. So, tell me, Plain White T, how much is he dishing out for you?" Frank's comments once again directed Delilah's way.

"Paying me?" Delilah's brows furrowed, a mixture of confusion and frustration evident in her response.

"Yeah, paying you. That's what I asked, is it not? I've heard that modern-day escorts charge a pretty penny, way more than in my time. So, how much is my son shelling out to sleep with you?"

Delilah looks at him, a bewildered expression on her face, she wasn't sure whether to be disgusted, angry or upset with the old drunk. Lip on the other hand was fuming at his dad, how dare he insult his girlfriend like that!

"I'm not paying her anything, Frank! She's not a whore, she's my girlfriend and you're gonna fucking respect that!" He shouted, walking up to his dad, staring at him intensely.

"Lip it's fine just leave it," Delilah sighs, making her way up to her boyfriend, putting a hand on his shoulder, trying to pull him away so that they could go somewhere else to avoid the drunken man for the rest of the night.

"Lip, just step away, man," Ian's voice joined the chorus of voices urging restraint, the situation teetering on the edge of a larger conflict.

"Yeah Lip, listen to the bitch," Frank challenges. Lip looks up and sighs deeply before turning and walking away a few paces.

"I gotta walk away or I'm gonna fucking hit him," he grumbles, making his way back to the stairs, Delilah's hand remaining on his shoulder.

"Hey, Lip. A piece of fatherly advice—whatever you're paying her, it's too much. Any woman who looks like that should be shared around for free," Frank's jeering remark finally pushed Lip beyond his limits. Uttering a resigned "fuck it," Lip turned back to his father and landed a forceful punch on Frank's face. The room collectively gasped, shocked by the unexpected escalation. This wasn't the first time Lip had punched his dad, but it was the first time that he kept punching and shouting at Frank after he had fallen to the floor.

"Fuck you, Frank!"

The room was filled with a mix of shock and apprehension as Lip continued to rain down blows on his fallen father, his anger pouring out in a torrent of punches and expletives. Fiona, Kevin, and Ian quickly intervened, struggling to restrain Lip's furious assault.

"Enough, Lip!"

"Jesus, Lip, that's too much!"

"Motherfucker," Lip spits before grabbing Delilah's hand and pulling her upstairs with him, taking her into his room to get away from the commotion that was happening downstairs. There was a lot of yelling, and although Delilah couldn't make out anything specific being said, it was clearly directed at Frank.

Lip sat on Ian's bed, still breathing heavily and still very angry. Delilah looks at Lip for a second, her eyes being drawn to his right hand, which was now bruising and bloodied up, Delilaah couldn't quite tell if it was his own blood or Franks or a mixture of the two. Delilah huffed a little before making her way out of the room swiftly, which confused Lip. Luckily for him, he wasn't left to be confused for long as she returned less than a minute later, first aid kit in hand. Lip rolled his eyes slightly, as Delilah, without saying a word, kneels down in front of him and took his hand in hers and started to wipe the blood off of it.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" Delilah eventually spoke up, as she began to bandage his hand, "You can't just go around beating up everyone who insults me. We spend a lot of time in the southside, Lip, you'd be in fights every other day."

"Well, then I hope you get used to patching me up, 'cause I guess I'm going to get into fights every other day," Lip jokes, but Delilah only gives him an unimpressed look as a response. "Del he called you a whore, I couldn't just stand there and let him say that shit about you."

"Yeah, but you didn't need to beat the living shit out of him, Love. You could have just shouted at him a bit and Fiona and the others would have stood in to help and get him to stop," She says as she finishes bandaging his hand, getting up off the floor so that she was now standing in front of him.

Lip looked up at his girlfriend, he used his good hand to pull her towards him so she was now standing between his legs, his arms wrapped around her legs, her hands going straight to his curls, brushing through them. "You gotta stop letting people walk all over you Del. Cause look as much as I want to be, I'm not always going to be around to cuss out the people that are shitty to you,"

Delilah smiles down at her boyfriend, leaning down and kissing him gently, "Don't worry, I'll grow a thicker skin, and spend some more time with Veronica, I could probably learn a few good comebacks from her." She jokes before lowering her voice to a whisper. "Thank you for defending me even if it was a bit excessive, Love you, Dingus."

"Love you too, nerd. And hey, if you're pissing someone like Frank off-"

"- clearly I'm doing something right."

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#lip gallagher #lip gallagher imagine #fiona gallagher #lip gallagher x oc #carl gallagher #debbie gallagher #shameless #frank gallagher

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gingers-deadbody · 6 months

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The Girl (Technically) Next Door - Carl Gallagher x Fem! Reader

Part Three: The Party

It's been 2.5 months since Carl and I started "taking it slow" as he calls it. We haven't told anyone and we still act as friends around other people. I love Carl, but I don't wanna be a secret. At the same time though-

C- "Y/N? Hello?"

Y/N- "Oh sorry. You were saying?"

C- "Where do you wanna go? My house or yours?"

Y/N- "W-we can go to my house."

And we were on our way to my house. After we got there we went straight to my room. I sit on my bed and Carl locks the door. He walks over to me and takes his shirt off. I bite my lip. When he reaches me, he takes my shirt off too. I slowly slide my shorts down as he crawls over me and we start making out. Our deed was cut short by Debbie calling Carl's phone and asking where he was.

(Italics mean they're talking on the phone)

D- "Carl where are you? And where is Y/N?"

C- "We're at her house," Carl responded.

I put my clothes back on and handed Carl his. When he got off the phone with Debbie he put his clothes back on and told me he had to go. Something about having to watch Franny. I told him it was okay because Kev and V wanted me to go into the bar for a while anyways. We said our 'I love you's and we were both on our separate ways.

- TIME SKIP -

Later that night Carl and I met up and watched movies together on his couch. Soon, Carl and I dozed off all cuddled up and woke up to the rest of the Gallaghers 'aw'-ing us and teasing us about being a couple and what-not. When Carl and I decided to give up the act and admit it, the Gallaghers decided to throw us a party because apparently they all had a bet on when they thought we'd get together.

- TIME SKIP TO THE PARTY -

The party was super fun. Music, beer, food, weed. Everyone got shit-faced and fell asleep everywhere BUT a bed. In the morning everyone was super hungover so we ate a bunch of food for breakfast (i what hungover ppl do/eat)

Later Carl and I went to the Alibi and when we walked in, everyone turned to us and started cheering. Apparently THEY also had a bet on whether or not we'd get together.

Y/N- "Shut the fuck up, assholes," I yelled at the Alibi regulars. They were always there. Especially Tommy and Kermit.

Y/N- "Hey daddy Kev, can we get some beer?"

K- "No! You are both under aged and hungover enough. Absolutely not!" He yelled at us.

C- "Come on, Kev! Please" Carl pleaded.

V walked into the back to get some more booze or something. As soon as V left, Kev gave both of us beer and rushed us away so V wouldn't see. If she saw him giving beer to us, she'd totally freak out. After we finished our beers, we walked back to my house to sleep it off. We laid in bed and cuddled and soon drifted off to sleep.

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I finally updated after 1,000 years but I hope y'all enjoyed since it literally sucks but at least it's something 🤷🏻‍♀️

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#shameless #carl gallagher #carl gallagher x reader #carl gallagher x fem reader #carl gallagher x y/n

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man-down-in-hatchet-town · 6 months

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Karma Police

IT'S THE MID-SEASON FINALE BEFORE THE HIATUS! As always, spoilers for The Case of the Greater Gatsby episode 14 under the cut!

So, after the information onslaught that was the previous two episodes, "Karma Police" was a little bit of a breather—at least up until the end. Just lots of cannibalism jokes and character moments as both Ford and Fig start to show the strain of the case in their own ways (Ford’s increasingly surfacing anger, Fig’s anxiety and fainting spell). Which means that you guys get a relatively shorter essay after the absolute monster I posted earlier.

To start with, Fig’s line about the stress of working multiple jobs and how they keep you from keeping up with life events? Too real. Really, Fig’s whole unraveling physical and mental state throughout the entirety of this episode was the perfect encapsulation of my experiences over the last couple of months.

Meanwhile, either TD is way smarter and more conniving than we’re giving him credit for (possible; after all we have yet to receive confirmation of his admittedly convincing alibi) or he is innocent. His issues with blood certainly don’t remove him from the suspect list, but if he had known that Fitzgerald didn’t bleed a drop he probably wouldn’t have passed out thinking about it. But then that brings us back to the question of Mo and just who he’s reporting to. If Mo was on the lot telling Mel about Fitzgerald’s death, wouldn’t her husband/assistant know the details? Or did she kick him out? Regardless, I continue to be fascinated by the Hammermeister marriage. I have so many questions I don’t think I actually want the answers to; you know those two have either never taken so much as a sock off in front of each other or else are the kinkiest bastards you could ever possibly meet.

On the Ford side of things, what fun to get Dylan again so soon! But Shipwrecked better not think I didn’t clock Donald not telling Ford where he was on the night of the party. I’m pretty confidant that Donald did not commit the murder—on a meta level he’d just be a strange choice—but his obfuscation and successful derailing of Ford is suspicious, though that might not have even been intentional. After all, he didn’t know that Vivian was about to show up.

Speaking of Vivian, the PHIGHTINGALE OF IT ALL! Ford’s anger at her lies feels deeper and more personal—you can just taste how strongly he resents their inescapable attraction and connection. And Vivian continues to walk all over him. Her story makes good enough sense, I guess, but I’m still not sure she’s telling the truth, as it’s a little too early in the story to conclusively point the finger at Barnaby. Though I suppose he could have shown up without actually being the murderer…. Meanwhile, after a whole episode of being grilled over his use of the word “grill,” Ford learns that Vivian uses it too, and judging by her tone has met many of the same reactions as her favorite employee. I love everything about their toxic, magnetic, inescapable dynamic. It’s noir perfection. Or, as @its-short-for-jackalope put it, “I think Ford & Vivian are actually soulmates 😂.”

Which sucks for Ford, because Viv’s pulled a fast-one over on Bixby! Whatever his other designs with Mel or Fitzgerald’s murder are, this plot against Bixby seems to a major card up Mo’s sleeve. But while I can see why taking over Bixby’s would benefit Mo, but what does Vivian get out of it? Higher pay? Let’s not forget that Mo made up her alibi on the spot for the night that Fitzgerald was killed. Was he protecting her as part of his takeover? Or is blackmailing her with knowledge of the night Fitzgerald died as part of his coup? I have so many questions about these two and why Vivian’s chosen to tango with this cop in particular.

And a moment of applause for Matthew Mercer’s evil laugh at the end of the episode! What a way to go out. Matt is absolutely incredible in everything he does and Greater Gatsby is no exception. I’m so happy that MK’s brought him into the fold.

Well, that’s it for the time being! I hope Fig and Ford come back soon (have they announced how long the hiatus will be?) but in the meantime I will be re-listening and you can bet your ass I will blog any new revelations that come to mind.

This is man-down-in-hatchet-town, reporting from Tinsel Town, signing off (from these responses, not from the blog).

#shipwrecked comedy #the case of the greater gatsby #fig and ford #ford phillips #fig wineshine #vivian nightingale #bixby crane #mo beats #td hammermeister

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lxvejohnny · 1 year

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The endless beginning

part four

scream VI fanfiction with implied ethan x oc!

find part one, part two, and part three or just the masterlist. enjoy!

Amelie sits in between Sam and Tara as they look down at the photos on the table. Gory pictures of the crime scene with the bodies of Jason and Greg and the bloody picture of Sam’s license on the floor. The three girls haven’t made a noise since they were put into the investigation room, all too exhausted and drained from the attack that just took place. Amelie sits in her clothes that have started to become sticky with blood and feels like throwing up. She wasn’t able to throw her clothes away just yet since they have literal human blood on them and because she doesn’t have a spare with her. They also needed to take a photo of her clothes for evidence. She just couldn’t wait until she could go home, strip off her clothes and scrub the blood off her skin until a new layer is revealed. They let her wash up her hands and arms, at least, so there wasn’t any blood or glass stuck on her hands.

Soon enough Detective Bailey comes into the room and closes the door behind him. In his hand lays an evidence bag with a Ghostface mask where he lets the girls know that it was found next to the bodies at the apartment crime scene. “DNA says that it belongs to somebody named Richie Kirisch. Does it ring a bell?”

“We’re familiar with him,” Sam replies. She stares at the mask before looking away. All too familiar with him, actually.

“The one that attacked us had a different mask on,” Tara noticed when she saw the mask in the bag. The detective looks confused at this. “It was kind of more beat up, like it was older.”

“Ah, I gotta ask, do you have alibis for earlier tonight?” Detective Bailey jumps into his next set of questions. So, one by one the three girls state where they were at.

“I was at a party with my friends,” says Tara.

“I was also at said party with our friends,” Amelie says next.

“I was at my therapists. I can give you his information, you can call to check if you want,” Sam says last. “And then I met these two at that party. Where I tased someone.”

Detective Bailey looks concerned. Interesting piece of information to tell the police, Amelie thinks, but at least she was being honest.

“Unrelated,” Sam quips, moving past it.

“Before or after this happened?” Bailey pulls his phone out to show the girls a video taken of Sam pushing the girl who threw a drink on her. Whoever took the video made it look like worse than it was, Sam was provoked, of course she was going to fight back.

“Before,” Sam looks away from the phone and speaks.

“Point is, we were with people all night,” Tara butts in.

After a brief moment of silence, something else seemed to peek Sam’s interest in this whole thing. “So, our roommates dad just happened to pull our case.”

“That had to be a crazy coincidence, right?” Detective Bailey peers back to Sam where he sees her nod. “The detective who had the case offered to give it to me because it involves Quinn, but I can totally give it back if you’re uncomfortable. Up to you.”

Sam looks beside her at Amelie who turns to Sam. She shrugs her shoulders in response, maybe it was better to have him on the case. They live with his daughter anyways, so they have to be safe, right? Sam shakes her head and lets the detective know it’s fine but she still looks suspicious.

“So, if the man who attacked you did steal your license and plant it next to the body, then that will probably be someone close to you,” The detective states as he begins his next round of questions. “How long have you known your friends?”

“Well, we moved here with Mindy and Chad for summer semester like six months ago. So, Quinn, Ethan, Anika is all,” Tara decides to speak up since Sam has done the majority of it their time here.

“Well, I think I can vouch for Quinn so that’s one less we have to worry about,” At that, Tara turns to look at Amelie beside her and they share a quick look. They trust Quinn, sure, but they he was quick to cover his daughter. “Do any of you have anyone who might want to target you?”

“Not anyone who’s still alive,” Amelie finally speaks up for the second time since entering the room.

His eyes widen before saying “Yikes.”

The door then opens, and an officer lets Bailey know that the FBI is here, and his jurisdiction is needed. As soon he steps out of the room all the girls let out a breath of air. Sam looks to Amelie who sits beside her, “You okay?”

It feels like everyone around her is asking if she’s okay so often recently. “Yeah, I just need to get out of these clothes”

“Don’t worry, we are getting the hell out of here now” Sam says out of relief as she stands up.

Soon enough the three girls are getting walked out by an officer before Sam looks into the room they are passing where Detective Bailey is and sees a face she recognizes “Kirby?”

“Hey, Sam,” Kirby looks up and sees Sam. Kirby gives Sam a hug and puts her hand on Tara and Amelie’s shoulder to acknowledge them. “You’ve grown, Amelie.”

“You’re the FBI?” Sam looks at Kirby quizzically, the last time she saw her she was a student in high school and was a part of the recent attacks by Ghostface. Amelie recognizes her briefly from all those years ago. That attack was the first time she ever saw Ghostface and was when it all began for her. She was only a child, and her dad did his absolute best to shield her from what was happening, but she remembers his fear of it coming back. She also recalls that Kirby was one of the last survivors from that attack.

“You know each other?” Detective Bailey asks when he sees the small reunion.

“Yeah, we went to Woodsboro high together. She was a senior when I was a freshman.”

“We share a certain history, yeah.”

Kirby then talks to the detective about her file on the case and offers to share. Amelie zones it out, she didn’t care that much, and she just wanted to leave. She was tired and none of them have had a blink of sleep all night from all the back-to-back action that these past 24 hours has packed in. Amelie starts to concentrate in on the conversation when she sees a new evidence bag placed in the detective’s hands, the mask left from the bodega.

“DNA traces to two individuals; Charlie Walker and Jill Roberts, both deceased,” The detective reads the writing on the bag out loud to the group of girls. Amelie looks at Kirby and she sees the distant glaze covering her eyes.

“Ghostface killers of 2011. Charlie Walker gave me this,” Kirby lifts her shirt up and shows her scar that rested on her side. “Like I said, I take a special interest. Was this the mask he was wearing when he attacked you?”

“No,” Tara shakes her head at the question.

“So, he’s leaving them on purpose,” Detective Bailey gathers.

“Which means whoever is doing this is a student of the killers who came before. Maybe he believes Sam is the latest in a long line,” Kirby suggests, looking at Sam. Though Sam looks like she wants nothing to do with it.

“Yeah, goodluck with that. We’re getting out of town,” Sam grabs both Amelie’s and Tara’s shoulders as she turns them around to start walking out of the station. Their moves halt when Detective Bailey lets them know they can’t. “I’m sorry that’s not possible. You’re all persons of interest in a double homicide, so you’re not allowed to leave town, sorry.”

“He’s right, but if we work together-“ Kirby tries again, thinking that maybe if she offers to help Sam and the girls then it would will them to stay.

“We’re going,” Sam says pointedly. Her decision was already made, and Sam was not going to involve herself, and especially not Tara and Amelie, in a direct investigation to find out who the killer is this time. She has built up so much paranoia over the last year and clearly, it was worthy.

The girls push through the doors of the police station to be greeted by a swarm of people with microphones and cameras, all yelling out different questions for the girls to answer. Sam walks behind the girls and pushes at both their shoulders to shove past the people and ignore their questions. They were not going to get a word, nor a reaction from the three and Sam was going to make sure of it. As they manage to push through the crowd and walk towards their Taxi waiting for them on the side of the road, they hear a voice quip up. Gale.

“Gale Weathers, Channel four. Do you ladies think you’re the reason the Ghostface killer has come to the big apple?”

Amelie’s eyes widen when she sees Sam swing and Gale ducks. “Nice try sweetie, but I’ve done this dance before.”

Tara sees her opportunity and lands a punch on Gale. “Stay away from us.”

Sam grabs Amelie’s hand to keep her walking with them instead of turning back to go with Gale. She knows the woman means a lot to Amelie and vice versa, but she also knows that Gale is conniving and is trying to worm her way into the situation again.

“Are you really still mad at me?” Gale recovers quickly from the punch and chases after the girls. Guess after all that practice, she’s learned how to recover fast.

“You said you weren’t going to write a book about what happened, and then you wrote a book about what happened.” Sam says angrily to Gale.

“Oh, come on, somebody was gonna to write about it. That’s what I do,” Gale replies, trying to reason with the angry sister.

“I heard you couldn’t sell the movie rights,” Tara questions, looking at Gale with a curious, but sarcastic, look on her face.

“It’s-it’s all about true crime limited series these days,” Gale attempts to defend herself. Yeah, her attempt to have movie rights didn’t go as she planned but she was not about let the girls know it got to her.

“It-it's just that after everything we went through together, Gale, everything you and my dad went through-“ Amelie finally speaks up. She understands where the sister’s frustration was coming from, she felt it back when she first read the book. She was also incredibly tired and heavy from the blood on her clothes, making her all the more irritable. “-what would Dewey think?”

Gale stares at Amelie in shock and pain flashes across her eyes. She looks as if she just got stabbed, not expecting that from Amelie of all people. “That was a low blow.”

“So was your book. You called me unstable and born killer.” Sam spikes back to Gale. She really wishes she could have landed that punch on Gale because her frustration is peaking again.

“That was taken out of context.”

“That’s literally a quote.”

“You don’t think what you wrote has something to do with what is happening to us?” Tara asks Gale and shakes her head.

“Come on,” Sam says, and the three make their way to a taxi. Right before they began to step into the car, Gale called out which halted their movements.

“Hey, I talked to Sidney.”

“She’s not coming here, is she?” Sam asks with concern. She can’t have Sidney come back here and go through this all again for the sixth time. This was her battle, her fight.

“No, she sends her love but she’s taking Mark and the kids some place safe. She deserves to have her happy ending,” Gale responds which sends a wave of relief in the younger girls in front of Gale.

“Then that much we agree,” Sam says before she ushers Amelie into the taxi and her following.

“Wait! Mel!” Gale calls and Amelie looks at her from inside the taxi. Mel was a nickname given to Amelie by Gale and only she was reserved to call her that. When she was a really young girl and her dad married Gale, the older women cared for her like she was her own. This included giving her a nickname that only Gale called her, and Amelie cherished the name so much. “I tried calling you, earlier.”

“Yeah, I know,” she says, nodding her head. “I-I wanted to answer but-“

“-but I declined it for her,” Sam interrupts her. She was done talking to Gale and needed them to leave, now. Maybe she might get the chance to take that swing at Gale after all.

“Hey! I want to catch this fucker as much as you do,” Gales calls out one more time as Sam follows Amelie into the back of the taxi. With just Tara left to get in she finishes the conversation.

“Maybe. Or maybe you’re just afraid that without Ghostface in your life, you’re gonna fade away.”

Back at the apartment, Quinn received a text from her dad and let the group know that there was another Ghostface attack at the bodega and the three girls were there. She let the group know that they got taken to the station for questioning and should be on their way home soon. Amelie also sent Ethan a quick text letting him briefly know they had a run in with the killer and were on their way. She did promise to call him if they had any trouble and while she didn’t get the chance to do that, she figured a brief text would have to suffice for that. The rest of the friends stayed at their apartment, worried about the girls as they were out. After hearing from Quinn everything that happened, they decided to stay until they come back to make sure they were okay and because they wanted to show their support. Amelie, Tara, and Sam are their best friends, their family, and they will do what they need to make sure they are okay.

So, when the front door of the apartment opens and in walks three sweaty girls with one who also has blood covering her pants and some of her shirt, the friends rise from their seats and rushes to them.

Mindy gasps when she sees Amelie and rushes to her side. “Oh my god, Amie, are you okay?”

Ethan perks up even more after hearing Mindy and looks at Amelie. He sees the distant look in her eyes and heads to stand next to her as well. The group, with looks of concern, wait patiently for any one of the girls to start speaking so that’s what Sam does. She explains everything that happened from leaving the apartment down to getting into the taxi.

Amelie can feel the eyes on her, she does have blood stains on her covering her, so it is within reason, and she probably reeks of iron. “We were running out of the bodega, and I slipped on some guy’s blood and fell in it. It’s not mine, don’t worry.”

Mindy from beside her holds Amelie’s arm as she tries to take her shoes off, that also have blood covering them. Guess those will also have to go, she thinks. Amelie continues to speak as she kicks the shoes off her feet, “I just need to get these clothes off of me and take a shower.”

Ethan stares at the red stains on her and feels angry again. Though he is relieved that the blood is not hers, he knows that it could have been her blood and it could have been her body they were picking up onto a gurney and placing in a bag.

“Well, we’re glad you guys are okay,” Anika says as she walks with Amelie and Mindy to her room.

“Yeah, me too,” Amelie says with a grateful smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She almost felt as if the blood was hers and she was stabbed all over again by the amount of attention she was getting from this. She was grateful her friends care so much, but it was almost too overwhelming. Mindy and Anika leave the room to let Amelie get changed and take a shower where she is left by herself and her thoughts. As she peels the first layer of her clothes off a knock comes from door, and she rolls her eyes. God, she just wants to be left alone after everything. She stalks to her door in only her tank top and pants now and opens the door to reveal Ethan who looks concerned.

“What’s up?” She stays at the entry and holds the doorknob.

“I’m sorry if I am bothering you, I just wanted to make sure you’re doing okay,” Ethan says nervously. He looks down to see if she is still wearing the clothes and she is, just less than before. Her tank top has some blood stains which must have leaked through from the long sleeve she was previously wearing. Blush rises to his cheeks, realizing he just subtly checked her out before looking back into her eyes where she appears tired and sunken in, though there is a hint of amusement laced in her expression.

“I am doing okay, Ethan. I was just about to take a shower, anyways,” She replies and nudges her head to the bathroom across the hall from her room.

“Oh okay, yeah, I guess you should do that,” Ethan nods his head before his expression changes, and he furrows his eyebrows. “Wait-wait, not that you need to or anything, it’s just because you have blood on you and stuff and you probably just want to get clean from everything, sorry.”

Amelie manages to let out a chuckle and shakes her head at him. “I know what you meant, don’t worry.”

She looks at him and thinks about everything that has happened this past night. She has been wanting to be alone this whole time to just be able to lay down and clean up but maybe being with someone won’t be as bad tonight as she thought. Because as she looks at him now, she can see that he cares and that he wants to be there for her. All this time she has refused her feelings down for him because she was so scared of what may happen if she acted upon it. She has a pretty good feeling that he also likes her the same way she does him, maybe even more, so she makes up her mind. She is so tired of feeling scared all the time and if she’s going to be fearful, then it’s going to be something worth being scared about and not about some boy. Time seems to run too fast in her world and she has learned that the hard way.

“Uhm, would you want to, maybe, stay? For a bit? I-I will go get clean and stuff, but you can just chill here, and we can hang out after I’m done? If you’re not busy, of course,” Amelie looks at him nervously now as she proposes the idea to him. Please say yes and make me not look like a total fool.

“Yeah, of course.” Ethan looks shocked that she asked and nods his head rapidly. He clears his throat, "I would give you a hug, but uh, I am not too keen on swapping blood."

“I will be right back, then you can give me a hug. Free of blood transfers,” Amelie smiles and lets him into her room before exiting to the bathroom. Ethan takes a seat on her desk chair, not wanting to sit on her bed without his permission and smiles to himself. All the anger he felt earlier has evaporated from his body and nothing but excitement and joy has replaced it. Something about her asking him to stay with her just makes his tummy feel funny and makes him think that waiting all this time to let her get close to him was worth it. He knows that they have hung out along countless times before, but something about it feels different.

Ethan sends a quick text to Chad to just let him know that he was staying with Amelie for the next couple of hours, to which Chad replies with a finally man! Guess you did listen and make a move, get it roomie :) and then followed it with but pls take care of her though, she could probably use it.

Soon enough Amelie enters the room again with wet hair and clothed in some shorts and a large pyjama shirt. Ethan looks up quickly at the girl and puts the picture frame he had in his hand back on her desk.

“I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t snooping or anything, it was just there,” Ethan says nervously as he looks at her anxiously. He recognized her dad, of course he did, he was one of the legacy survivors of the original Ghostface attacks. So, he looked at the photo to see her smile so wide, he didn’t know she had the capability of doing so. He wonders if he could have ever had the same relationship with his dad as she did with Dewey and he feels jealous, almost, that even with everything that was currently planned with his family, he would never get that same amount of love. Guilt also begins to eat away at his stomach as he thinks of his family’s plans, knowing that they are the same plans that took away the person she cared about the most. But he also knows how it feels to lose a family member. Though, the circumstances are very different, and while he seeks revenge, she looks for comfort. While anger is ridden in both the young adults, the two use it to their advantage in very different ways.

Amelie notices his panicky actions and walks towards him where she grabs his hands to pull him up from her desk chair and wraps her arounds around his torso, finally getting that hug. Ethan is quick to wrap his arms around her and hold her tight. Amelie closes her eyes and places her head on his chest, listening to his heart and the silence of her room. Ethan smiles at her action and rests his cheek on the top of her head. They don't hug often, Amelie is not one to be very touchy with her friends, but any time that it has happened, it feels so nice. Her height was perfect to place directly on his chest, near his neck and his large frame was so comforting as it wraps around her. The two feel so content being engulfed in each others presence. Not only did Amelie need this hug after everything that has happened over the past night, but hugging Ethan just felt so normal.

Although Amelie nor Ethan want to pull away, Amelie does so she can finally put some ointment on her throbbing palms. She picks the frame back up from the desk and then heads to sit on the edge of her bed. Looking back at her was an old photo of her dad and her. She remembers the day the photo was taken; it was a couple of months before the attacks last year when they went to go visit Sidney for the weekend. She had to practically force him to snap the photo with her, but she was glad she did. He smiles down at her while she stares at the camera with a smile almost as bright as the sun. Amelie smiles now as she looks at the photo and traces her finger along the side of the frame.

Ethan makes his way to her and takes a seat on the side of the bed with her. It felt so wrong to be messing with her like this, but he had to keep it up. “That’s your dad, right?”

“Yeah,” Ethan watches her nod and his heart seizes when he sees the pain in her eyes. “He was the best.”

Amelie reaches over by her bedside table and places the photo down on it before picking up a small tube of cream. She needed to stop looking at the picture for too long or else tonight would become another one of the countless nights where she would sob as she held something of her dads to sleep. Ethan can tell that she probably wanted to continue talking about her dad but still found it difficult to.

Amelie opens up the ointment and begins to attempt to put some cream on her palms to help prevent an infection from all the cuts the glass caused and winces. She sees Ethan staring at her hands out of the corner fo her eye. “We had to crawl and there was shattered glass everywhere. Some of it just cut through my hand. Not bad enough for stitches, thankfully.”

Ethan listens to her and pictures her at the bodega, scared with blood on her hands. He hates that, although he didn’t do it himself, he is part of the reason that it happened. He glances down again at her hands, raw and cut, “I can help if you want. It may be a bit easier for you if you’re not doing it.”

Amelie looks at him and passes over the cream. She faces her palms up and pushes them closer to him.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” Ethan mutters as he begins to lightly spread of the ointment over her palm. Even though her palms are cut, her hands are soft, and he wishes he could hold them all day long. This was the closest he has ever been to her and he is shitting himself. He can feel the heat of her body and smell the scent of her conditioner, itching to get closer but he knows he should just focus on getting her hands all cleaned up.

“You couldn’t,” Amelie all but whispers bravely as she looks up at him through her eyelashes. He was so pretty, and she was really realizing it now in this moment. His brown eyes so soft and lips so full. His curly hair looks so soft, Amelie almost wants to touch it and wrap a curl around her finger. The pad of his finger runs over one of the deeper cuts and she winces, then chuckles, “Maybe you could.”

Ethan looks up at her finally and gives her a smile. She is so close to him that all he had to do was lean forward and their lips could be attached. He briefly closes his eyes to rid himself of his thoughts, so he doesn’t get ahead of himself and re-opens then. He licks his lips before whispering, “Tell me about your dad.”

She looks at him with furrowed eyebrows. Whatever she was thinking that he was going to say next, that was not it. But, although she was a little shocked he wanted her to talk about her dead dad and that he was so willing to listen, she also wouldn’t pass up a chance to talk so greatly about him. “Uh, well, he was a cop for a long time before he decided to retire just before he died.

He had a sister, my aunt Tatum, who I never got to meet, but he always talked about her so highly and I could tell that he loved her a lot. Which is where i got my middle name; Amelie Tatum Riley. I only ever lived with him and rarely saw my mom because she was apparently always too busy, but I think my dad just said that so it would hurt my feelings a little less. He also was my best friend, and I would talk to him about everything. He would teach me how to defend myself since I was little, in case I ever needed to, which I guess came in handy, huh? But he would also tell me after every session or lesson that I shouldn’t need to worry too much about using my skills because he would be there to protect me from harm no matter where he was.”

Ethan looks at her intently as he also switches hands to start applying the cream onto her other palm. She has a faint smile lingering on her lips as she talks about Dewey and Ethan can’t help but be captivated by her as she speaks so fondly about the man that raised her.

“He would always show up to any recital or performance I had as a child because he swore he was always my number one fan. And at least once a week he would try to find time so we could go out to eat at this dinner back in Woodsboro,” Amelie takes a pause and lets out a breathy laugh. “He was also still into Gale, one hundred percent but he just would never admit it to me. I am sure he knew that I knew, though. I think that sometimes he wishes that he could have ended up with Gale and that she was my mom, but he didn’t really like to talk about it too much.”

Ethan finishes up and closes the tube of cream before handing it back to Amelie. Amelie takes one more pause from her speech about her father before finishing up, deciding to end it soon or she may feel inclined to start crying and she was absolutely not going to be doing that in front of Ethan. “He was just the best dad, and I wish I could have had more time with him.”

“He sounds like an amazing father. You were really lucky,” Ethan smiles at her, but that bitter feeling arises again. She did have a great dad and he would give just about anything to experience that same fatherly love she did with his own dad, but he guesses that he is, just in a completely different way. “And I’m sorry for, you know, your loss.”

“Yeah, he was,” She nods as she looks down at her now ointment treated hands. “And thank you. For asking me and listening and-” she holds her hands up briefly “-for this.”

She smiles in appreciation and puts the cream down on her side table. As she reaches over, her hair falls past her shoulder and down her back where her scar becomes visible to Ethan’s eye. Almost as if she can feel the tissue exposed, she takes her hair and places it back over her shoulder, ashamed of the mark.

She leans back over from her side table and sits back a bit further onto her bed to lean against the wall. Ethan scoots back towards her but doesn’t lean up against the wall just yet. Instead, he decides to fuck it and brushes her hair from off her shoulder to expose the scar once more. Maybe it was sick and twisted that he wanted to see it, see what his dead brother’s girlfriend did to her but he had to take a look. So, he did, and she let him.

Her breathe hitched in her throat as his fingers delicately traced over the line just above her collarbone, on the base of her neck. If she was going to let him in, then she might as well keep breaking more of her boundaries tonight.

“I got it last year from the last Ghostface attacks,” She whispers and looks straight ahead at her at the picture collage wall. One’s of her and her current roommates, some with Chad and Mindy, Wes, and the very few with Liv. Some with her dad and other group photos where she cut Amber’s figure out of them.

“Yeah, I-I figured,” Ethan whispers back. Although he obviously knew where she got it from, he played it off as just knowing from hearing it around. He feels sick again thinking about the fact that she got hurt from all of this and he vows to make sure she doesn’t get hurt the same way again, not on purpose or by the hands of his family.

“I also have a couple more but this-“ She gestures to her neck “-is the most visible, obviously.”

Ethan continues to trace the mark back and forth before looking at Amelie’s face to see how she is reacting. He is so screwed, and his dad is going to kill him for getting so invested in a girl, Dewey’s daughter nonetheless, but he just can’t help it. He knows how easily it would be for him to wrap his hands around her neck and kill her, one less person to get rid of for his dad and brother but he can’t do it and he just won’t. He feels the urge to protect her and wants to keep her safe from this whole plan, safe from getting hurt again.

Amelie looks at Ethan, feeling his eyes on her and they stare at one another. Ethan feels his heart leap and is wondering if this is what it’s like to actually be with someone you like. He has never been this close to a girl before so he’s wondering if the nerves is from his lack of experience or because he is finally getting his moment with the girl he has been crushing on for months now.

“Amelie-” Ethan pauses his movement on her scar and says her name.

“Amie,” Amelie cuts him off. “You can call me Amie. You always call me Amelie, but you can call me Amie.”

“Alright, Amie,” Ethan smiles and lets out a laugh. "I don't really know why, I guess everyone just calls you Amie, huh?"

Amelie smiles as he continues to move his fingers so delicately across the pink tissue. "You know...

I don't think you have to be so scared about hiding it so much. It's beautiful, in a way. You're a survivor."

"I just, I don't know..." Amelie pauses and swallows. She can feel her stomach turn inside out and she is almost tempted to tell him to stop so she can ensure she wouldn't throw up. And the way Ethan is touching her so gently, and looking at her so soft, she just might. "...am ashamed of it. It's gross, and people just stare when they see it. Especially when they know who was the one that did it to me."

"Well, people are stupid," Ethan smiles at her. The tension building between the two makes him want to scream out, tell her how beautiful she is, and kiss her face. But, he has never done that before and there is always this impending fear that she will never see him in that light. "And a scar means shit. People don't know a thing, but you do."

"And not that my word really matters, but uh," Ethan continues on and swallows any of his nerves. So very uncharacteristic of him, he tilts his head and leans towards her neck, delicately placing a small kiss on the scar. "It is nothing to be ashamed of, you're beautiful."

Amelie's heart picks up and she is surprised that Ethan can't hear it pound out of her chest. She almost can't breathe, the tension is too unbearable, and she just wants him to lift his head so he can kiss her instead.

In the back of her mind, she can hear screaming voice call to her, telling her to be careful and maybe not trust Ethan so easily, the same voice she heard back at the party with Dean. He seems to be too gentle with her to be a killer in disguise. Then again, so was Richie and Billy and Stu and Charlie. But it feels so right being here this close to him, feels so good to be held by his soft hands. Being this close to Ethan is exactly what she was picturing in her head when her lips were attached to Dean's, and now it is almost happening. So, once again, she decides to screw what her head is screaming at her and leans in closer to Ethan, giving him the hint to lift his head from her scar. He takes it and raises his head, now unbelievably close to the girls face. He can smell her coconut conditioner and the mint from her toothpaste, and is craving to taste her.

"You're not with that guy, right?" Ethan whispers, his breathe hitting Amelie's face and its intoxicating. "The one from the party."

Amelie looks in his eyes, her lids are heavy and vision glazed. She shakes her head lightly, "no."

"You know..." Amelie licks her bottom lip, it catching Ethan's eye and his breathe hilts in his throat.

"I was thinking of you when I was with him."

Ethan nearly lets out a groan. She was trying to kill him, he was sure of it.

Ethan brings one hand up, brushing a piece of fallen hair behind her ear and rests his hand there. Hearing those words did something to him, and he knew he needed to feel her lips on his this very moment. Knowing that she felt the same way as him made him more than relieved, especially knowing that he was on her mind when she had her lips on another boy. A small smirk raises on his lips. "Good."

She knows she should listen to the voice and be weary, fear who Ethan might be but in this moment she doesn’t care. So, she looks in his eyes one more time to see if there lays any hesitation or discomfort, and when she finds nothing but want and adoration, she leans in and finally lets their lips touch.

Ethan can feel how soft her lips are and never wants to pull away. He has been craving this since he first laid eyes on her, and now it is finally happening. He lets out a sigh of relief, his hand on her hip tightening to restrain the urge and desire in his body. Their lips together, touching one another felt so right, and they wonder why they haven't done that sooner. Their kiss lasts for all of three seconds before Amelie's door cracks open.

“Hey Amie, I brought you some tea-“ Quinn opens her bedroom door and begins before her eyes widen at the sight of the two teens in front of her. Amelie and Ethan jump apart at the sound of the redhead’s voice and Amelie scoots up the edge of her bed and away from the wall she was leaning on. She clears her throat and looks at Quinn with stern eyes before running her hands across her face. “I am so sorry, I-I didn’t know anyone else was here with you, Amie.”

“No, it-it’s okay, Quinn. Maybe knock next time, yeah? I don’t know just an idea,” Amelie shrugs and says sarcastically before standing up and making her way to stand in front of Quinn. The older girl looks at Amelie and mouths an I’m so sorry while handing her the cup of tea in her hand. Amelie looks back and sees Ethan stand up from her bed and pull down at the hem of his shirt.

“That is the second roommate I have done that to within the last day, I am such a cockblock. I’m so sorry,” Quinn says shaking her head as she takes the handle of the door and begins to back out of the room. “I made you the tea to, you know, maybe make you feel better after everything. I-sorry, I’m just gonna-“

Quinn points to behind her where she will be making her exit. As Amelie goes to place the cup of tea on her bedside table beside the ointment and picture frame, Quinn sneaks a glare at her brother and shakes her head, quick enough for Amelie not to see but for Ethan to catch. His heart jumps in his throat but he swallows it back down as he glares back at her. He knows she will be having a word with him about all of his later and that his dad will find out and he is screwed, once again. But fuck, it practically happened, and he has never felt so alive then he was in that moment. He had pictured the moment he could kiss Amelie for so long and it just happened, until it didn’t. So, Amelie turns to look at him and smiles sheepishly while Ethan looks at her and bites his lip to contain his smile. Ethan stays with her for the next couple of hours where he lays with her in her bed as she attempts get some rest. And though he held her as she slept, that almost kiss is the closest exchange the two have for the rest of the night. Because although their moment got interrupted, it was there. And as much as the two would like to go back in time and continue what almost happened, they at least both knew that their feelings were reciprocated and their hearts beat, almost at the same time.

#ethan landry #scream #scream vi #scream six #jack champion #ethan kirsch #dewey riley #ethan landry x reader #scream imagine #scream fanfic #ethan landry imagine #scream vi spoilers #scream vi x reader #scream ethan #ethan landry scream #scream 6 #scream x reader

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19! :)

19: sea change

In the last few days of the year 200, Torr kills the Emperor. In early 201, a war breaks out.

It’s not wholly unexpected, at least not by those who know where to look. The Emperor’s death is no small blow to Solitude, the city that sent him off on a voyage he would only exit under a pall; especially considering that the guard had patted itself on the back for successfully foiling an assassination attempt right before his ship left, only for his throat to be slit under their noses, anyway. The head of Skyrim’s Penitus Oculatus appears to have vanished. No-one reports seeing anyone out of place on the boat until they started stumbling over the bodies. The Empire mourns through all the official avenues as the heir prepares for succession; Solitude’s government is busy trying desperately to smooth it over, putting out excessive bounties on the assassin that failed and scraping up intel on the one who succeeded. Not that there’s anything much to find – it’s a locked-room murder, and every logical suspect has an alibi that holds up to interrogation. There are no leads to follow.

And Windhelm is a powder keg.

It always has been, ever since the Great War, as long as Torr or any of his kids have been alive. Short-fused and disillusioned, crowds moving hot as blood through its winding stone streets, it’s always been something tough, hard-throated, splintered into careful lined sections. Torr walks whatever lines he wants, but not everyone has the energy to straddle them; not everyone can. The upper city is all harsh-cut stone and ice, the bricks ancient, the crowds in a hurry, even though none of them seem to know where they’re going; the Grey Quarter is where the snow runs when it turns to slush and the walls are stuffed with rags. The planks keep snapping with dry rot, sharp and gaping as broken teeth. They need to be filled to keep the cold out. The Cornerclub keeps the fire roaring. Talres goes there to work most days and doesn’t come back up to the house until the streets are empty. No-one knows it’s going to happen, not exactly, but there's no way anyone couldn't know. There are a lot of people who have been waiting on an opening, and all eyes are pointed elsewhere.

With little fanfare, the Jarl and his entourage leave Windhelm.

The city stops being a fuse and starts being the wreckage after it’s blown. Torr is told that there’s a span of a few weeks where Talres stops leaving the house completely. Katla gets arrested again and weasels out of it on her own. The ill-drawn posters of something approaching Torr’s face stuck up over the walls of Solitude are covered up with announcements and calls to join the Legion. Windhelm floods with bodies ready for the rebellion. Aventus’ house is already crowded; in a few months, Torr hears, it’s nigh impossible to walk in for the bedrolls and blankets spread over the floor. The city has never been a warm place in any sense of the word; Torr’s siblings are inundated with more kids and more kids with nowhere else to go. They don’t know if Solitude is much better; they look different now than they did on the night of the assassination that wasn’t and then was, hair cropped shorter and uneven, face gaunter, the weight they’d managed to gain over their comfortable months in Falkreath sloughing off them like a spider’s old skin, but even so it’s a bit much to step foot in there so soon, some of the bounty posters still mouldering on their posts. One of the kids says something about needing a whole other house. They’ve only got the one. Still, it makes Torr think.

(Skyrim has one orphanage, a little wooden hall down on the banks of Riften’s canals. And now there is a cursed house in Windhelm.)

Torr doesn’t go to Solitude. They only occasionally go to Windhelm. When they’re not on business, they stay on the outskirts of Danstrar; the Pale, all frozen winds and snow high enough to ice a horse’s knees, is an unappetising enough target that aside from an announcement of alliance with Windhelm’s Stormcloaks the war has not truly reached them yet. Which is ironic, considering.

(If prompted, Torr probably could have seen this coming – Torr, who spent years with his finger on Windhelm’s pulse, moving through the people and hearing endless talk about the government. It was going to happen sooner or later. And of course the Empire reeling from the assassination of its Emperor – the first since around the time of the Oblivion Crisis, which no-one is anxious to repeat, and the reminder of which put plenty of important people quite on edge – is enough of an opportunity to weigh heavily in sooner’s favour. If he’d thought about it with his blade set beneath the hairs of the old man’s beard, he would have known he was setting a war in motion. What Torr doesn’t know is if he would have cared.)

(Probably not. He still doesn’t, after all. Not enough to regret anything.)

Dead winter bleeds into spring; a little ice melts, and the sea begins to change. Torr’s shoulder aches when the weather is bad. There are clashes on the roads, outside cities, described in newspapers and word of mouth. Cyrodiil ships off heaps of soldiers to spill into Solitude’s ports. The house in Windhelm is overrun. But the nightshade kept in the temperate corner that Babette has transformed into a garden begins to bloom months early. The tides still come in and out.

The old Emperor is dead. Skyrim is tearing itself apart. Torr cleans his knife after use with a soap that smells like lavender and tries very hard to dredge up any guilt.

#don't know if this makes any sense at all! but here you go #I think I've mentioned before how in my timeline the emperor's murder precedes the civil war #it's so. nothing. in-game in a way that doesn't make sense #so having it be a weak moment for the empire that ulfric takes as an opportunity to kickstart his rebellion felt more coherent #which means that in a roundabout fashion torr is responsible for the civil war. oops #so here is an unedited ramble about their feelings on That.#or the lack thereof as the case may be #(the war would have happened anyway eventually. torr is just the reason that it happened Now)#anyway #oc tag #torr #the elder scrolls #tesblr #skyrim #tes #fay writes #my writing

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[ 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ] — 10

>> Ghost x Reader, part ELEVEN

>> 18+

>> this was inspired by the tv show 'you'

Simon’s muscles ached by the time he finished disposing of Matt’s body. His hands, covered in painful blisters, and his shirt soaked with sweat, were proof of the work he had done. Every inch of his skin was coated in dirt, but as he tossed the shovel on the floor somewhere inside the shed, he knew that there was still a lot that needed to be done.

He had to convince people that Matt went missing after going off the grid. He needed to get rid of Matt’s car and return to his home to ensure that no proof of his presence there was left behind.

He couldn’t, however, throw away Matt’s phone. He wanted to break it and get rid of it, but he didn’t since the gallery was full of pictures of you, which he wanted to keep for himself; the phone was going to end up in the black box, which was in his office.

Simon spent a whole day creating an alibi, which wasn’t necessary, but he liked knowing he had an escape route just in case something went wrong. After making sure to wrap up the whole business with Matt, he knew he had to get back to you.

For a few days, he didn’t text you, but as soon as the weekend rolled around, he decided to call you, anticipating you to be missing Matt and angry with him for ignoring you.

When you answered the phone, even if he couldn’t see you, he could tell by the tone of your voice that something was bothering you. However, when he asked you out, confessing that he would love to take you out on a date, you didn’t reject him.

“Does Friday work for you?” He asked while pacing around the room.

He knew that day was reserved for your girlfriends, but he desperately wanted to distance them from you, to make sure that in the future you could only rely on him. And this was the first step to doing so.

“If you had asked this yesterday, I would have said no, but Mandy is out of town and Liz hates going out with just me... Well, actually, never mind, all that. I won’t go into detail.” You giggled, making Simon smile as well. “My answer is yes. I’m free on Friday. And I would love to go on a date with you.”

The conversation lasted for a couple more minutes. You wanted to know where he was going to take you, but he insisted on keeping it a surprise, and you ultimately agreed to it when he promised to tell you at least what sort of location it was so you would know what to wear.

The call ended after he asked you for your address (which was just his way of pretending that he didn’t know where you lived), so he would know where to come to pick you up.

Simon walked to the bathroom after putting down his phone. After what happened at the shed, no matter how much time he spent under the running water, no matter how many showers he took… no matter how much he scrubbed his skin, he couldn't shake the feeling of dirtiness on his body and the nauseating sensation in his stomach.

He tried to persuade himself that what he did was necessary.

Matt was dangerous. He just used you to get what he wanted. He had to be stopped, and Simon had no choice but to end his life after Matt took off his mask, revealing his face.

If Simon had let him walk free, Matt would have reported everything that transpired to the police, who would have arrested him. Simon could not let that happen. There was no way he could have continued seeing you if he was locked up, and Simon felt you were incapable of caring for yourself – you needed him.

The nagging guilt, like a voracious beast, tore at Simon's conscience, despite his conviction in his choices.

He spent the rest of the week in a sleep-deprived haze, his eyelids heavy and only able to drift off for short periods. His body was basically operating on black, oversweetened coffee, and nicotine. Whenever his thoughts would become too loud, he found temporary relief in cigarettes, their scent mingling with the fading echoes in his mind.

Simon had planned to take you to your favourite restaurant, but he changed his mind since he wanted the night to be more special than simply going out for dinner.

He brought a takeout from the restaurant (ordering nearly the entire menu because he wasn’t sure what you liked). The clinking sound of the wine bottle in his other hand, and the vibrant red roses, making it all more special.

He knocked on your front door.

He could hear your footsteps.

And then there you were…

When you saw him, your eyes brightened up. Your lips curled into a smile as you looked down at his hands, observing how full they were.

“What is all of this? I thought we were going out.” You said, a little confused, but nicely surprised, as he handed you the flowers.

“I changed my mind.” Simon said when you stepped aside, letting him through. “Instead of taking you out on a typical date, I wanted to do something special.”

“You could have told me so. I wouldn’t have bothered dressing up then.” You giggled as you looked down at yourself.

You were wearing a little black dress. It was short, quite plain, but you looked absolutely stunning in it, and as Simon followed you to the living room, his eyes shamelessly glided down your body, lingering on your ass just for a moment too long.

“…so I pretty much ordered everything on the menu. I probably shouldn’t have, but this is my favourite restaurant and everything there is delicious...” Simon explained, embellishing the details because, after all, it wasn’t his favourite place, but it was yours.

“Wait… I know where this is from.” You said while inspecting the bag and what was inside it. “I love this place!”

“It’s a lucky coincindence then.” Simon grinned and popped the cork on the bottle of wine.

“I’m going to be right back.” You mumbled and left, returning with two glasses, plates, and silverware; just because you weren’t going out didn’t mean you needed to eat out of paper plates.

When the conversation started to flow, you told him more about yourself, how you weren’t expecting him to ask you out, and that you didn’t say no because you were curious about him. Simon didn’t want to bring up Matt, even though you had told him the last time you saw each other that you were kind of dating him. However, it appeared like you felt the need to justify and explain that you weren’t some kind of man-eater.

“I know I told you that I was seeing someone, but I promise I’m not two-timing you.” You said, taking the glass and getting comfortable on the couch after you both finished eating.

“But the guy… Matt… He’s avoiding me, and I’m beginning to suspect that he wasn’t as serious as I thought.. We used to be close; we dated in high school, and he was always so patient with me, and everything... And I guess at first, I didn’t want to see, didn’t want to think that… I was only a means to an end for him, you know?”

Simon nodded his head. Yes, you were naïve, but now he could see that you were smart, and Matt was mistaken for thinking he could exploit you.

“It’s his loss.” He stroked his fingers down your arm, reassuringly squeezing your hand. “A woman like you deserves better. You shouldn’t settle for some douchebag who doesn’t know how to treat you.”

And maybe it was just the wine, and the fact that you finished half of it (Simon only pretended to drink), but you leaned in and softly pressed your lips to his cheek.

“Thank you.”

Simon's heart thumped against his ribcage, threatening to break free. Your touch sparked a wildfire on his skin, while your mere presence acted as a magnet, pulling him towards you.

You only kissed him on the cheek, but that small gesture meant more to him than you realised.

The softness of your lips against his was like a revelation; that kiss made him feel like everything he has done so far, the way he acted, was justified and even if his dark impulses took over him more than once, it was all worth it because now he was here, and you were next to him.

#PoisonousObsession:Ghost #call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #writing #ghost x y/n #ghost x reader #ghost x you

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almaprincess66 · 3 months

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It's February. I have to finalizie my writing projects for 2024. So this will be pinned for probabyl the rest of the year.

Im a writer. I never finished anything that wasn't a few tousand words long. I have 15 different projects just for my own works. (No fanfiction included)

Out of these 15 projects I plan on outlining 5 projects where I have 3 seperate WIPs with various amounth of words from years ago and 2 projects with no words, one is a dualogy and the other is a trilogy.

Upon these 5 projects I have a whopping 5 other WIPs that I plan finishing at least the first draft. They all have, again various amounts of words in them.

So now I will break them down:

First the WIPSs that I will write the draft:

1. A Mágikus Metró a Pokol Felé/ The Magical Undergroundtrain heading towards Hell.

In summary, our protagonist, Daisy got onto this magical Underground train and shit is happening.

2. Hol járt Miss Joy Ride?/Where Were you Miss Joy Ride?

It's about Joy, a woman who wakes up in the back of a car, covered in blood and with no memory of the last night. She then slowly discovers that a friend of her's got posessed by a spirit and teams up with this friend's girlfriend to save her.

3. Diedvin a duel, Survived in History (this is a placeholder name)

Our protagonist, Darling is part of a secret organisation that carries out duels. After one of these duels she recieves the last words letter from the loser but it was taken from the second man's dead body. The problem is she does not know who the people in the duel were and the description of the loser fit both her soon brother in law and her friend's husband, both men who went missing mysteriously.

4. Lapulevél/Wilder Flowers

This one is in a 3 book project with 1. and 5. It is about Pepperbloom a girl from nobel background who recieves a letter from people claiming to be the kidnappers of her twin sister Daisy. She is joined by two specialists to solve the situation and get her sister back, but nothing is what it seems to be.

5. A vak varjú halála/The death of the blind crow

Kispityer is an insurance inverstigator who is comissioned by her brother's girlfriend to find and return a necklace that one of her sibling's lost before her mothers and their family realise it went missing. While fulfilling the job she and her brother Dawnson get deeply involved with their commisioner's family drama.

Now the works I plan to outline:

1. Anastazia and the Angels of Shadows

AatAoS is a girlband of 6 demons with different backgrounds. Our protagonist Barbara is the second singer whom we follow in the present, past and pre-demon life who tells her tale of love but also how the infamous band came to be, how they shined and how they ended.

2. Egy Démon Szív Vihara/The Rain of a Demon Heart

We follow Felicity, a demon who is tasked on earth to oversee the changing of history and keep it on track. It goes splendid until a mysterious man shows up and peeks her interest. Now she has to deal with the chaos of her surroundings and a man that she might or might no be falling in love with.

3. Gelory Murder Mystery

Gelory Demon is the youngest princess of the Afterlife. And being in such a high status, she recieved an invite to the Funeral Party of Anastazia Bemiller, the lead singer of her wife's old girlband. But there are further murder, assasination attempts, missing people and fake alibis thrown into the mix. Now she has to solve not just the murder of the host's but also the murder of Anastazia's case too.

4. Halott Ember Problémák/Dead People Problems Trilogy

We are in 1780s with our lovely protagonist who wants to win the hand of the lady of his dreams. There is one problem, due to an accident she is wanted dead by the Spanis Inqusition. So now they have to clear the lady's name and put the real criminal to court. Except there is a problem, the real culprit made a pact with Death and now their servant is after them to fill in that broken promise. This is book one. In book two and three their little group that they form gets into more shenanigans with Death and all of the things they decide to not due. Also my lovely Jay Foster and his mommy issues are also in this. And a cult in book two and a sassy french guy and a siren pirate in book three.

5. Basilie Duology

Basilie is a petty woman. She was in love with a musician named Aiden Ashbridge. And then Aiden broke up with her, so to get back at him and get him back she starts dating his hot popular and in every way more succesful cusin Everlight. Except that you can't get into a relationship with a spy woman like Everlight without her finding your inner motives out. So instead of breaking up, you two start manipulating eachother until both of you end in ruin. Book 1 is Basilie's relationship with Aiden and Book 2 is her relationship with Everlight. This will be one heck of a ride!

Outside of these 10 projects I have 5 more that I will not touch this year and also a lot of other ideas that might come in. These are my writing plans for 2024. We will see how many have I finished.

#writing goals #writing #writers of tumblr #writers #wips #writing project #writing goals 2024

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uglypastels · 2 years

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Part 4 of Hell Diver!!!!!

[I promise the other requests are coming soon too but this story just comes so much more easy to me and I honestly needed a bit of an easy fix to get back into writing after volume 2 lol]

Stranger Things: taglist / Masterlist / Inbox

no explicit warnings. swearing. mention of shitty friends and strict parents

Chapter 4: Hamster Wheels

The rest of the day had gone by insanely slow. Most days had already felt like they took an eternity, but that Monday… was some cruel joke from the universe. The minutes just would not pass while the hours took on forever to finish. People around you were suffocating you. Not in the literal sense. Just in the "could everyone please shut up for a second so I can finally hear myself think!" insanity. Since lunch hour, all you wanted was to be alone, which was almost impossible in high school. And the feeling of guilt over what you had done to Eddie didn't make any of it any better.

Once that final bell rang, you stormed out of the classroom, speeding towards your locker to grab your jacket. If you were quick enough, you could get it and get the hell out of there before any of your friends caught on to you.

'Hey.' Well, it was nice to dream. You were, of course, too slow. Mary walked up behind you. Her smile was broad in the type of menacing way. 'We were gonna go get some milkshakes. Wanna come?'

'Uhm, no, I can't. ' Usually, you would never have even let the thought be put up for consideration. How could you say no to a milkshake that would most likely be paid for by some cute guy ha! But now, a place where all those people would be was the last place you wanted to step a foot in.

Mary raised a brow, hearing your unexpected answer. 'Oh. Got plans then?'

'Yeah, I got to study for the chem test.'

'That's not until next week, though.' Why couldn't she just let it go?

'I know, but I really need to nail this one or my mom will kill me, so I'd rather start early.' That must have done the trick, for Mary's whole demeanour relaxed. All your friends knew how overbearing your mother could get. She was that kind of tough love kind of parent, who really just wanted the best for you… even if it wasn't exactly what you had in mind for yourself.

That was why you had had to lie to her about why you had come back home so much later than agreed last weekend. For all your mother knew, you were at Stacey's for study club– it's what all of you had decided to use as a cohesive ruse in case your parents started asking questions among each other. If anyone needed an excuse or an alibi, study club is where it's at. You had never really found a use for it before, never having been much of a party person nor had a lot of guys asking you out, which your parents didn't approve of, but Eddie…

Well, you didn't have to think much about that. No matter how you would put it, there was no way that your parents would let you within a ten-foot vicinity of the guy. He was what they called a "degenerate". Those you had clear instructions to stay away from. And Hellfire… well, let's not even bother.

'Have fun then,' Mary said with the last twinge of a smile before walking away in search of her boyfriend's arm to hang onto. The second she was out of earshot, you let out a deep sigh and closed your locker again, letting your head fall forward and lean against it. The cool of the metal was pleasant to the touch, heavily contrasting the actual texture of the door as it had bumps and the edges in the slits were sharp, pushing into your forehead.

You bumped at it again, then again, but quickly stopped, feeling someone's eyes on you.

And when you turned around, they were hard to miss. The pair of puppy brown eyes, glancing at you from across the corridor. Eddie saw you as he walked out of the building. Had he been walking by, and you hadn't even noticed? Did he hear you talk to Mary again? Well, at least you hadn't been talking about him this time. There was nothing to worsen the situation anymore.

As you made your way outside, you wondered if you would ever get the chance to talk to him. Would he ever let you come over to his trailer again to talk about D&D? Would he still let you join the campaigns? Hellfire?

You hoped so.

By the time you reached your bike, you could see a cloud of dust practically trail behind the same van you had seen at his trailer. It drove off at high speed. If only you could get out of there so quickly… but the wheels on a bike still went waster than just your feet. Sure, you would have preferred to take your dad's car again, but you only got the keys for that on the weekends.

The road to the town library was a relatively simple one. It mainly was following the road leading out of the parking lot of the school, down Main and taking the third crossing to the left until you were greeted with the sight of the large and old building. Even if it had only taken you about fifteen minutes to get there, the scorching sun above you made sure you felt the energy be sucked out of you from the exercise. With deep breaths, you locked your bike again and walked up the small steps to the entrance.

Inside, the air was colder but not cold in any way. Even worse, it was stuffy, with no proper ventilation anywhere. You could practically smell the dust of the old books that no one had bothered to borrow in the past few decades.

You walked past the front desk, giving Doris a kind smile as you passed her workstation, as you knew exactly where you wanted to go.

For years already, the library had become somewhat of a sanctuary for you. A safe haven. Not from anything in particular. Probably just "life" in general. Whenever people started to feel like a bit too much, and you just wanted to get away, you would come here, grab the first book that sparked some kind of interest, sit in a corner, and read until it was time to get back home again. That is kind of how you found your love for all things fantasy. It was the purest way of escapism.

You walked straight ahead, through the aisles and aisles of books, to the section you had basically devoured already. Today, you weren't in the mood to search for something new. You needed something familiar that you could grab and go and get sucked into all over again. And you knew exactly where it would be.

Where it should have been.

'What?' you said to yourself as you mentally went down the alphabet repeatedly. M… N…O…P. It should have been there, that orange-yellow, almost gold, cover. It practically jumped out of the shelf, and yet… it was nowhere to be seen now.

You had almost given up the search when you noticed the familiar colour in a gap between books. Lying on its side, the spine called to you from the other side of the shelf, its neighbouring aisle. You had no idea what it would be doing there, but it didn't matter. It was there, and you could easily reach it.

With your hand already stretching out to it, your heart pumping with excitement to have managed to find the book, you almost scared yourself to death when suddenly you saw something else between that gap of books. The back of the head, looking at the books across, and locks of dark curly hair.

With a shriek, you pulled your hand away. It couldn't have been that loud, but in a quiet and almost empty library, there was no way he hadn't heard you, and you could just about see him turn in your direction before you knelt down. Keeping your head down, you walked as quietly as possible out of the aisle, hoping to get far away from that library section. Why was this happening right now? Why was Eddie Munson the only other person there with you? While all you wanted was just some peace.

Not that he wouldn't give it to you; he wasn't the problem. You knew you were. Your mind had already started spinning at the idea of "Eddie". Should you go up and talk to him? Or maybe better ignore him completely? The guilt from school, the same guilt and gnawing feeling in your stomach you had been trying to escape, was coming back even stronger. What was he doing there? Would he just take some books and leave, or was he planning on staying longer, like you? And in that case, could you let yourself stat as well? Maybe this had all been a giant mistake, and you should just go home, but no, this was your idea first. Even if you had no idea when Eddie decided to visit the library, you knew for sure you were the first to come up with that idea.

Yeah, you were spiralling, and it had taken less than a minute.

You had, however, made it over all the way to a different part of the building. The letters on the covers of the book had become all blurry in your head, the language not processing what the words were actually saying to you anymore. A feeling in your gut, or perhaps the vast acoustics in the room, told you someone was approaching, so you pulled out the closest book to you, trying to read the back cover of it as Eddie Munson turned the corner.

'y/n?' He seemed genuinely surprised to see you when you turned to look at him. 'I thought I saw you back there.' He smiled, making you remember to smile as well; your whole body had really started to feel miles away. You blinked slowly, before pushing out a smile and a sheepish laugh.

'Where?' You played dumb, and thankfully, Eddie went along with it.

'The fantasy section.' He cocked his head back in the direction of the bookshelves you had just escaped from.

'Uhm, no, I think you must have been mistaken. I've been here the whole time.' You went back to pretend-read your book. Eddie, still enjoying this little play you were putting up, took a step closer, letting his arm lean on the shelf.

'Are you sure? Because I could have sworn, I heard you.'

'Oh yeah? What did I say?' You had no idea where this cheekiness was coming from, as it really was not you, but Eddie was bringing out plenty of new sides to you.

'It wasn't so much words more like a–' he copied your little shriek, 'It kind of sounded like a hamster, if I have to be completely honest.'

'I do not–' you cut yourself off quickly, 'I do not think hamsters are allowed in here.'

'Yeah, that's what I thought, so then it must have been something else, shouldn't it?' He was coming closer and closer, his smile only getting bigger while your heart only started beating harder and louder. Eddie must have heard it by then.

'Well, I've just been here the whole time, so–'

'So you've said,' he chuckled, 'And I'm sure… The General Theory of Employment, Interest and Money' he peeked at the title of the book you were holding, and so did you, realising you had ended up in the Economics section of the library. Trying to hide your embarrassment, you looked back at Eddie as he continued: '-is a fascinating read, but I really think I had seen you back there.'

'What makes you so sure it was me?'

'I suppose it is a bit of a far stretch.' He was now entirely leaning on the bookshelf. 'I mean… we are the only people in here, so the chances of it having been you are… pretty small.'

'Ha ha,' you rolled your eyes, putting the General Theory back in its place. 'You still have no proof, Munson.'

'I guess I don't. See you later then.' He let his weight fall back on his feet as he straightened up, tapping the book he had been holding on the shelf before turning around. The bright yellow cover made your jaw tighten.

'Mhm, see ya.' You let yourself roam the Economics section once more, just waiting for him to walk away… with your book.

You waited a few seconds, but he didn't seem to be going away any time soon. He stood there, a few feet away, arms crossed with a big amused smile. So, you looked back at him, getting a bit annoyed now– you weren't even annoyed at him, just at everything in general. But you pushed it back when you gently asked: 'Can I help you with something?'

'No, no,' he shook his head, 'I'm good thanks. Was just wondering when you would ask.'

'Ask what?'

'For the book.' He showed it to you again, almost taunting you with it.

'Why-'

'Here,' he put it down on a shelf near him and started walking backwards. 'It's good. I'm sure you'll like it.'

'I know.' you reached out for it, unable to hide the smile from seeing one of your favourite books. 'Uh- but, thanks.'

'Don't mention it.' And with that, he disappeared into another aisle. You looked at the cover of the book, being greeted with the image that in itself had already brought so much comfort to you. As you walked between the shelves to your usual sitting spot, you let the pages slip through your fingers. It was a bit unconventional for a public indoor space, as you didn't go for one of the designated reading spots or one of the large desks in the middle of the room where people usually did their reading.

You liked to sit down in one of the corners of the library, around the biography section, where the books could quite literally embrace you from all sides. There was a window right above you, too, so the natural light was better than the artificial yellow glow from the old lamps. You sat down on the ground and started reading.

In a distant and second-hand set of dimensions, in an astral plane that was never meant to fly, the curling star-mists waver and part…

You read about ten pages, but quickly realised you had barely comprehended anything that was happening on the pages. The words flew into your mind and immediately left as soon as your eyes moved on to the next. If it weren't for the fact that you had already read the book a few times in the past year, you would have no idea what was happening.

The thought of Eddie Munson having picked out the same book you had wanted to read was occupying your whole being. And the fact he had just given it to you… it made you feel even worse about everything that had happened at school.

You couldn't just sit there and read, so you got up and started looking in the hopes he hadn't left yet.

You went through every aisle, turning each corner, hoping you would see him standing in all his Eddie Munson glory that you had slowly started to miss whenever he wasn't around.

Eventually, you found him at one of the large oak tables. A whole pile of books next to him, as he was scribbling away in a notebook and only looked up from it when you were standing in front of him.

'Hey,' you said, waving, for some reason.

'Hi.' he said, a bit unsure, not knowing what you had come for. He glanced down from your face to see you holding the book close to your chest. 'Done already?'

'Oh, no, couldn't really get into it today.'

'That's a shame.' Eddie looked down to scribble down some more words onto the paper. 'Do you want to–' he pointed at the chair opposite of him.

'No, I uhm, I just– wanted to apologise.' You held the book tighter for a bit of support as it let you focus on something besides Eddie's piercing gaze on you. The way he had his head, slightly crooked, in curiosity for your next words, made a warm and fuzzy feeling grow in your stomach. 'Since I'm sure you had heard what I had said at school, and that was really a shit thing of me to do.'

'You have nothing to apologise for, y/n. Heavy is the head that wears the popularity crown.'

'I'm not popular,' you scoffed, 'but that's not the point. I don't want you to think that I'm like, ashamed, or something, to be seen with you. You're a really cool guy. But people are so cruel and well, we are not exactly the types to usually be seen together, and then that is just fuel for others to be nasty, to either of us.'

'We are in two separate worlds, and you're scared that if we spend too much time together, those worlds will collide and will end in a giant disaster?'

'Sorta… yeah.' He had phrased it so much better than what you had managed to come up with while you had been searching for him.

'I get it. And I'm not mad, either way,' he said, closing his notebook. 'I get how it is; school sucks, and for what it's worth… I'm scared of my friends seeing me around you too.'

'What?' your heart dipped a few inches down to your gut.

'Yeah, what will they think when I start ditching them to hang out with the prettiest girl in school.'

A warm feeling crept up on your face, and you suddenly couldn't look directly at him. But your peripheral vision still let you enjoy the glimpse of his smirk at you, trying to process the compliment. Then, you needed to change the subject, so you looked at the books he had stacked up on the table. Most of them you recognised to be different Dungeons and Dragons manuals, giving you an idea of what he had come to the library for, but you still asked: 'What are you doing?'

'That is highly confidential and secret information, my dearest y/n, so I unfortunately can not tell you.'

'You're working on the next campaign?' The campaign he had told you to join. The excitement started bubbling up inside you.

'If I tell you, I'll have to kill you,' he whispered the words, already looking around himself as if the walls had ears. You doubted anyone in town would care what he had been up to and what he had written in his notebook, and perhaps you wouldn't even have cared if he hadn't made it so enticing to know.

'C'mon, there must be something you can tell me?'

'As the Dungeon Master, I have taken an oath to protect and keep the secrets of the world, and there is nothing you can do sway me to your dark side.'

'Nothing?' you quizzed, giggling at his antics.

'Nothing,' his dark eyes were so serious, yet you could tell he was having the time of his life right there. More thoughts interrupted your moment, that you quickly pushed aside. Flirting would not be the right direction for this. If it had been some guy offering you a milkshake, you would have gone for it, but you and Eddie seemed to be really hitting it off. Even after these very few interactions you've had with him, you could tell that a great friendship could come out of this, so there was no need to go and ruin this now just for a silly joke about the campaign.

Maybe, not even that deep down, you did want to walk across to him and pull him by the collar and kiss him, but those thoughts were quickly stomped down. He was a nice and good-looking guy. Obviously, you felt a slight urge to do it. But, it didn't mean anything.

'Ok, fine, I give up.' You put a hand up in defeat, 'I'll just have to wait like everyone else.'

'That you must,' he would have said something else, but he was suddenly caught off by a deafening thunder rumbling outside. You could immediately see yourself having to cycle back home in that storm. Where had it even come from? It had been a perfectly sunny day when you arrived at the library, but when you looked out from the windows, the sky was dark grey, and the rain was hitting the glass hard.

'Shit.' Was all you said in reaction to the thunder.

'What's wrong?' Eddie asked, looking up at you as you still had not sat down.

'Nothing, I'm just gonna have to cycle back home in that.' The once silent library had been entirely taken over by the rain pounding on the outside.

'I'll drive you,' he got up, grabbing his notebook.

'What?'

'Most people reply with a thank you,' he quipped, 'but you can put your bike in the back of my van, and I'll drive you home.'

'Why?' Your responses weren't getting any better, much to Eddie's amusement.

'Let's say it's an investment. By driving you home, I'll make sure you don't catch pneumonia or some shit and won't be then eaten alive by endless guilt.'

'I wasn't really planning on going back home yet,' you admitted, and you could have sworn Eddie's shoulders slumped lightly. 'But can I maybe join you here, for now?'

'Go right ahead.' And you took the seat opposite him, opening up your book again as Eddie returned to work. Every few pages, you would look up and see him work, flipping through the books around him, tapping his pencil on any surface in a random beat. At one moment, he looked up at you as you had been at him, thinking you were bothered by the drumming.

'Sorry,' he smiled, stopping subtly.

'No, you're good.' You told him, giving him a smile before going back to your own book. It was very pleasant, the two of you being together yet not. Joined at the table but separated by your own doings. He had his campaign; you had your book.

At some point, you got so into your book that everything else slightly faded away, and you were only brought back to the real world when ring-covered fingers tapped the top of the book spine. You looked up and met Eddie's eyes, as he leaned over the table to reach for the cover.

'What's up?'

'Just checking in,' he shrugged. 'Just let me know when you want to go home, yeah?'

'Mhm,' you nodded, 'but if you want to go now, that's fine. You don't have to wait up on me; I can just cycle home later.'

'That is pretty selfish of you, y/n– since you know how guilt-ridden I will be if anything happens to you– just to go and suggest that.'

You had no response to that, and so you continued your ventures on parallel sides of the table until the sun was starting to set once again, making the skies even darker than they were to begin with. The librarian walked up to you to announce that the place would be closing soon.

'If you're not planning on checking anything out, be a dear and put them back,' she told Eddie with a kind smile, to which he saluted. Almost a second after the woman left again, he was up on his feet, collecting the books in his arms. You were about to reach for his notebook to help him out, but he grabbed it quickly, taking it between his teeth, letting the pages flap about as he walked.

'I can help,' you told him, seeing how heavy the books seemed.

'Thank you, milady, but I shall go on this quest on my own.' None of the comedies you had watched in the cinema matched up to the comedic timing of Eddie having said that and almost immediately falling over by stumbling into the chair he had been sitting on previously.

'Are you ok?' You asked apprehensively as he regained his balance. With the notebook still in his mouth, Eddie's response only came out as a disgruntled muffled sound, but he seemed to be doing fine.

You hadn't finished reading your book, but it wasn't your plan anyway. You had just needed to escape for a little bit, so that had been accomplished… whether it was the actual act of reading of your companion in it…

Eddie put all of his books back, one by one, so you did so as well with yours. Obviously, you were done much quicker so you came back around into the aisle in which he was standing, and without a moment for protest, grabbed the top books in his arms.

'This shall be no solo quest, today, my good sire.' That was enough from you to leave him speechless. With a chuckle, he let you take the books; noticeably, they were all lighter than the ones that remained in his arms, but still. Somehow, it had become a bit of a competition to see which one of you would be done first. You only had one final book left to place, but it was on one of the highest shelves, just a bit out of your reach.

'Wait,' before you could ask what was going on, Eddie grabbed you and pulled you up just high enough for you to reach the shelf you needed. It had been a surprise, so the squeak sound that you had made earlier, which Eddie lovingly commented on its similarity to a rodent speech, came back up.

'Did you hear that?' Eddie said, putting you back on the ground. 'I think the hamster came back.'

'Hamster or not, I won.'

'Only because I let you.' He smirked, and you became very aware of your proximity to him. With your back against the bookshelves, you had nowhere to back away, and Eddie was so close that your chest was nearly touching his.

'Now, why would you do that?' You asked softly. There was no need to whisper. The library was soon closing, and you were the only ones still there. Not to mention, you hadn't exactly been quiet before either. But this situation called for soft, intimate tones.

'I'm not sure… maybe it's because I like your smile.' Now it was his turn to leave you speechless. A lump formed in your throat as you tried to process what he had said, which was even harder since he was so close. When he reached out to brush some hair out of your face, you had to suck in a breath. His calloused fingers only ghosted over your skin, but an electricity sort of spark shot through you.

'We should probably go,' you mustered out, 'before she locks us in.'

'Wouldn't want that.' Eddie's voice had also become much softer, almost a whisper. You could have sworn his eyes had, again, whisked down to look at your lips, and that idea made your head spin. It would only be even if you did the same for him now, right? Just a quick glance at his lips. They were perfect, just like the rest of him…

'Come,' he said, so close to you now you could feel his words on you.

'Huh?' You blinked slowly.

'Let's get you home.' and so, he took a step back. The emptiness between you felt personal, almost internal. Like by stepping away, he had actually ripped something out from between you. A bandaid ripping at your skin, leaving a weird tingly sensation behind.

Eddie's van was parked just behind the library, which is why you hadn't noticed it on your way inside. The rain had started to slow down, the lightning and thunder hadn't been heard for well over half an hour, but it was still pouring heavily. You grabbed your bike as quickly as possible, and Eddie had already opened the car's back doors and was waiting for you inside. He didn't wait, just grabbed the front of the bicycle and pulled it inside, then offered his hand to help you in.

'Thanks,' you sputtered out. The two minutes in the rain had been enough to thoroughly soak you, so you were definitely glad to take Eddie's offer and let him drive you home.

It was a short drive, in which you mostly tried to get some information out of Eddie on what he had been working on.

'C'monnnn, tell me something. Anything.'

'What would you like to know?' he asked as he turned a corner into your street.

'I don't know.'

'That doesn't really help me, sweetheart. You got to be specific, otherwise I could go on for hours and maybe not even tell you anything worth your while and we'd waste both our times.'

'That's impossible,' you laughed, 'You could never waste my time.'

Eddie clutched onto the stirring wheel, stopping the car as you near the house. Before you had started driving, you decided it would be the smartest thing not to drive up all the way to the front lawn, so your parents wouldn't see you step out of some "random guy's" dingy van.

'Maybe next time I'll let you hear all my secrets.' he put the van in park, and you thanked him again. Then, you both climbed out to the back to get your bike. Eddie opened the doors and jumped out, taking the bike out and again helping you make the little jump. His hand fit perfectly around yours, and even though you were standing quite steadily, neither of you let go.

'Hey uhm,' he said, the rain making both your hairstyles worse, 'just so you know, I'm really not mad… about anything.'

'I'm really glad for that.' you squeezed his hand, to which he pressed back.

'Just, promise me one thing, if you can.' He wiped the hair out of his face, and you did the same. The weather should have been getting better, but it really wasn't.

'What's that?'

'Promise not to run away from me again?'

I like you way too much to watch you walk away from me; that's what he had said when you were leaving his trailer. And how many times had you run anyway? Too many to count, which was too embarrassing to keep track. So maybe he just asked out of annoyance, but the fuzzy warm feeling was overcoming you anyway, which might have been a bit foolish since, in reality, you were freezing in the cold rain.

'I'll try.'

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Could I request for headcanons of TMNT 2014 turtles heard their usually sweet crush GN Reader singing Wolf in A Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off?

Oooh! I remember this song from middle school. Brings back memories. I hope you enjoy! Remember requests are open!!

TMNT Bayverse! Turtles hearing GN! Reader sing to a different type of music

Raphael

• Oh god where do I start. You and Raphael were an unlikely pair to begin with. The terrapin knew there was something more about you other than your sweet nature.

• “Baa baa, black sheep, have you any soul? No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals? Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Jill's a little whore, and her alibis are dirty tricks.” You sang, a singular earbud in, hearing yourself with your free ear.

• Raphael was a bit surprised, but it had only proved his theory there was more to you then any one knew. “I fucking knew it.” Swiping a thumb over his lower lip, walking over to you. “What’s a pretty thing like you listening to such things like that.” He chuckled, noticing your embarrassment.

• Embarrassed was the least you were, in fact, you were more scared than anything. Your boyfriend scaring the hell out of you. “Raph! God- you scared the crap outta me!” You huffed, crossing your arms, turning to face the turtle. “And uh- you know I can have other interests.”

• Raphael couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the human in front of him, taking the earbud, putting it in his own ear. “It’s not half bad.” He muttered, watching you try to jump to get your earbud. “Hey! That’s mine!” “Sorry sweet cheeks, but I think I’m going explore this side of you a little longer.”

Donatello

• When he had first heard your music, he let you be. If it was your interest, he wouldn’t push on it. Though he did do some research, hearing a few lyrics from one of your songs. “Hmmm.” Pushing his glasses up, light reflecting against the lens.

• “Are you depressed?” Donatello asked, hearing you come into the lab, door shutting behind you. “Huh?” “According to my calculations and something searching. A certain type of people listen to what you’ve got playing right now.” Pointing to your earbud, barley able to feel the sound waves buzzing through, to which you were currently mumbling to.

• With a blanketed face of realization, you started to giggle. “No no Donnie. Here, listen.” Taking out your earbud, putting it into Donatellos own. You sink your teeth into the people you depend on. Infecting everyone, you're quite the problem

• The terrapins face was mostly unreadable, but after a moment he seemed to enjoy it. “My music has meanings hidden in them, I like to explore music as a whole Donnie. I’m not depressed. It helps me relax or get lost in my thoughts.” You explained. Nodding the purple turtle handed back your earbud.

• “Oh- uh sorry Y/n. Maybe you can send me a few links?” He asked, gesturing to your phone. “Actually I have another plan in mind.” Getting comfortable in his lap, you started to make a playlist on his computer, hooking it up to his speakers. As soon as you hit play, that was probably the loudest the lab had ever been.

Leonardo

• Leonardo wasn’t one to really judge anyone based on their interests so when he heard you singing to yourself in his room, he more curious than anything. “What’re you listening to hun?”

• Jumping at the terrapins voice, you threw your earbud on the bed, looking up. “Oh Leo. It’s just you.” Clutching your chest, taking in some deep breaths. “For the love of god please knock.”

• An amused smirk scribbled on his face, his sat on the edge of his bed, making it squeak. “It is my room Y/n.” He pointed out, looking down at the earbud, picking it up between his green fingers. “What is this?”

•Eyeing your boyfriend, you crawled over. “It’s called ‘Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing’. Give it a listen.”. Popping the earbud in, the terrapin furrowed his nonexistent eyebrows, listening to the lyrics and rhythm. After a few moments, he handed you back your earbud. “It’s not my type of music, but if you like it, go for it hun.”

• Lifting a brow, you opted to turn off your music. “You’re not gonna question it? I mean, it is a little different.” Shaking his head, he stood up, arching his back until he heard a satisfying pop. “Y/n, your music tastes are the least surprising thing I’ve experienced. I live with Mikey.” He joked, which was sort of rare for him. “Yeah.” You got up too, craning your neck to look at the turtle. “You’re right.” “Come on let’s get some pizza. The guys are waiting.”

Michelangelo

• This turtle was into anything. Rap, dubstep, pop, literally nothing was bad in his mind. I mean, he had his own playlist listing from Brittney Spears to 50 Cent.

• He knew you mostly listened to K-pop and such, which he didn’t mind. He didn’t understand what they were saying but he liked the beat and rhythm that was usually going on.

•But this was new. Seeing you singing along to one of your songs. “Now, let's not get overzealous here. You've always been a huge piece of shit. If I could kill you, I would.” Now this took him back a bit. It was a different genre for him, and especially for you. Nonetheless he was deterred.

• “Wow angelcakes. I’m liking it.” Announcing his presence. Before you could even react, the earbud was already in his ear. “But it’s frowned upon in all fifty statesssss.” He muttered, somewhat slow due to the lyrics being new to him. “You should’ve let me know you listen to this! It’s awesome!”

• It was your turn to be surprised, but at the same time you were happy. “I just thought you’d think it was weird.” Confessing to your terrapin, twiddling with your thumbs. “Come on, it’s not weird if you like it.” He replied, tossing a wink your way, making you blush. “Get over here, it’s getting to the chorus!” Pulling you into his lap, shoving the piece into your ear. He was right, this is awesome.

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ratsoh-writes · 11 months

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Main ten but replace swapfell purple with red, boys s/o comes home with a mirror that doesn’t show reflections but when the boys look in the mirror a evil version of them pops out and starts cause chaos

Sans: legit he would dust on the spot. Mirror dimension evil twin? It’s all of sans’ sci fi themed nightmares put into one person. Tell papyrus he wants his dust dumped in the core where it belongs. Meanwhile his evil twin is probably setting off nukes or something. Eh, it’s not that important

Papyrus: it is now his personal mission to turn his evil twin to the light side! Under papyrus’ careful teaching, soon the evil paps learns the error of his ways and now we have two sunshine boys! One is a little twitchy sometimes, but when the original papyrus smiles at him he seems to go back to normal.

Star: him and evil star lock eyes. After a brief stare down, they immediately start fighting. There’s dust in the air, you hear lazer beams, they’re both cursing, and there’s some strange noises like in a loony toons fight. Thankfully for the world, Star comes out the victor. …..or is that really him?

Honey: the idea of an evil honey is hilarious. Like what’s he gonna do? Replace the butter in the fridge with margarine? Oh shoot, he did do that. Now honey has put a hit out on his evil twin for daring to dirty the sanctity of his kitchen.

Red: and this is his problem how..? Red just kicks his twin out of the house and is all “have at it I guess”. He has an alibi, and with all the trigger happy fell monsters wandering around just itching for a fight, reds sure his twin won’t last a week. Sucks for them, he doesn’t care

Edge: doomfanger has never been more confused. On one hand, evil, on the other hand, said evil has promised daily catnip toys if she’ll help him get rid of the original edge. What a hard choice… edge is lucky doomfanger has at least a grain of loyalty.

Oak: his evil twin somehow repels animals while oak attracts them. The result is a perfectly normal monster that animals are indifferent around. Oak is distraught and his twin is laughing at his pain. All things considered though, this really isn’t that bad

Willow: it’s on sight. The evil twin pops out, calls oak an invalid, and willow does not hesitate. Pushed off the porch. Evil twin still has willows bad back and dusts when they land. Monster dust is rich in calcium so he sweeps it up and adds it to the chickens feed that evening. Never waste an enemy! :)

Lord: his evil twin is almost indistinguishable from lord. They too are cursed with anxiety but are a nasty person. On the other hand lord is anxious but also snappy because he’s anxious. It takes mutt ages of questioning to figure out which is which. Truly a frustrating day for both lords

Mutt: well, mutts about to answer the time old question of “would you bang your clone?” That is all

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #fellswap red

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Neptune: Oh, uh, one more thing, sir! You told me you couldn't have possibly have been at the crime scene at that time because on account of your alibi, that being you were at home playing your Dustation 3. Now, forgive me, but if that's true, I gotta ask, because I'm not too savvy with technology, but I thought the Dustation 3 had no games to play? How could you have been playing it then?

Jacques: Why, Junior Detective, don't you know? The Dustation 3 has many games to play, considering it's backwards compatible with the Dustation 2. I was simply playing one of my favorite DS2 games at the time of the murder. Surely, Junior Detective, you are at least somewhat familiar with a little game called Kingdom of Hearts? Why, I'd be all too happy to show you my save file if it would put your mind at ease.

Neptune: Oh, yeah, Kingdom of Hearts! Ah, now that one's a classic. My buddy, Sun, is really into that little Sora guy. No, no, you are absolutely right, sir. I should've thought of that. Well, I'll get outta yer hair then.

Neptune: -Oh! One more thing! I just remembered something Sun told me that you might find interesting. See, the DS3 is backwards compatible, but only with the DS1, or the original Dustation. Or at least, the top-loading ones like what you showed me. But Kingdom of Hearts wasn't on the DS1, was it, Mr. Schnee?

Jacques: ...No. No, it isn't. How... How very... observant of you, Junior Detective. I, er, must have been mistaken. My memory of that dreadful night has... It has my mind all in a jumble. It must have been one of my other games in my DS1 library. Pyro, maybe, or- Aha! Now I remember! Terminal Magic 7! Thunderhead, the character of that game is in both TM7 AND Kingdom of Hearts! Utterly foolish of me to get my wires crossed like that.

Neptune: Ah, alright then. That explains it. Well, you have a good night then.

Neptune: ...Oh, uh... I oughtta let you know, we did find data on your memory card for DS1 games, but no TM7. It's probably a glitch, so, uh... You might want to get that checked out.

Jacques: Now see here, Vasilius; perhaps if you spent less time prying into my gaming history and more time searching for real clues, you would have caught the real killer by now! (Huffs) If you have anything more to say to me, you can speak through my lawyer! I have a live stream soon and I DON'T intend to keep my followers waiting. Good! Day! Sir!

Neptune: Understandable, sir! Certainly! I'll just get right out of your way.

Neptune: Oh, gee! Gosh, I am so sorry about this, but I forgot to mention, we DID find a clue linked to the murder. We determined from Mr. Taurus' autopsy that we repeatedly beaten in the back of the head with a small, blunt object. It was about six inch longways. Likely a, uh... analog gamepad of some kind.

Neptune: DuelStock. That's what the lab girls told me. Do you know what console this goes to? I only ask, since you know a lot about these sorta things, since, well...

Neptune: You are a gamer, after all.

Directed by HOWLING DAY

#rwby #gianni matragrano #columbo #neptune vasilias #jacques schnee

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PUPPYM DETECTIVE

Chapter 3 & 4 : investigation (full)

So I drew up my list of suspects, the most suspicious of whom were also on it and therefore a priority for interrogation. Thanks to Jisung, I at least knew who to expect, although I still hadn't got over the fact that he'd slept with Minho.

Seriously, what else did he have besides being a chaebol?

Anyway, small aside ... Back to the subject, so I finished my list, making a slight sound of victory that prompted Jisung to look over and rest his head on my shoulder:

Suspect list:

Lee Minho / Yang Jeongin

Hwang Hyunjin / Bahng Chan

Seo-Lee Changbin / Seo-Lee Felix

-What about me? Jisung exclaimed with a pout, making me chuckle.

-What? You want me to put you on the list of suspects?

-I was also with Wooyoung in the last 24 hours before his death, and yet you don't question me?

Pff, it's amazing how Jisung loved to ask for attention even in such serious situations. But I got used to the game, I put on a false air of seriousness and turned to face him before asking "Mr Han, did you kill Jung Wooyoung?

Jisung then looked guilty before looking me in the eyes with a glint, an indescribable glint, he was really starting to scare me... he had nothing to do with it right? Right? Please let him be innocent so that at least he doesn't play an important role in this crime.

-No sir and I have an alibi! I was with my hot roommate" he replied with an amused air, striking various poses to look cute.

Damn, he gave me a fright... I almost thought for a moment he had something to reproach himself for... You're pathetic Seungmin, pull yourself together. You know how Jisung loves to joke around!

After all, that's how it's always been between us: he teases me and I react.

-You're an idiot, come on, let's go now" I said, giving him a pat on the shoulder before entering the LeeBit's cock cafe to question the first suspects.

- "Welcome, settle in, I'm coming!" cried a voice from afar as the little bell on the front door rang as soon as anyone opened it.

It wasn't long before Lee Minho came in, surprised at first, and ended up talking to Jisung as if I weren't there.

-Sungie, it's been a long time! Seems thzt you've been eating well, I see" he said before hugging Jisung as if they hadn't seen each other for years.

-Oh, you know, being interim city councillor here makes me eat a lot," he joked, shaking his belly.

As long as I've known Jisung, I've known he wasn't the type to work out 24 hours a day, in fact he was very lazy. When we were teenagers, he had that slim body that everyone dreamed of, but in recent years laziness had got the better of him, and although it was only a few extras kilos, since he became a xity councillor I'd seen him eating more and more, rubbing his belly or suck in while he have to put on his clothes.

Here too, I'm not judging, just observing. And then when he comes to cuddle me it's nice

But enough about that, let's get back to the main topic.

I coughed loudly enough to remind Minho of my presence, and he disinterestedly turned his gaze on me.

-Oh, you came with him... what's his name again?"

- "Seung-"

- "Thank you for talking about me as if I weren't here, but that's not why we're here. Lee Minho I'm asking you to please answer my questions."

- "What about?"

-About the murder of city councilor Jung Wooyoung. It seems that you were among those who were with him in the last 24 hours before his death. Could you tell me what you were doing on March 24 between 6 p.m. and 8 p.m.?"

I sat him down on one of the tables, and Jisung did the same, although he was just following suit. So Minho was the only one left standing, and he seemed rather surprised by the turn of events.

-What? Am I really being interrogated? Why am I under suspicion, eh? And why shouldn't it be Jisung hm? They always say assistants have things to hide."

Minho offered to help and seemed to be holding back, while Jisung didn't know where to put himself. The poor guy had tried to be nice to him and all he could come up with were false accusations.

-And accusing someone else instead is just as suspicious. After all, a chaebol's son could very well have killed or begged to kill the councilman on his father's orders."

I'd hit the nail on the head. He crossed his arms and walked away, mumbling something so sincere he was so far away.

But I didn't give up, I got up and walked towards him, grabbing him by the arm before he pushed me away and wrote

-I've done nothing! I had nothing to do with this! All I want here is a peaceful life in a peaceful town! If even in the most peaceful corner I get judged then where do I go?" He shouted as tears began to well up in his eyes.

Jisung also decided to stand up and handed Minho a handkerchief to wipe his eyes. But I didn't believe in his sobs, which seemed too fake to be true.

You had to look to see the bottle of samine eye solution he was clutching in his left hand.

-At worst, if running a cafe doesn't work out, you can always go into film", I said, smiling broadly before chuckling.

Minho quickly stopped his fake sobbing, looked at me contemptuously and sighed heavily.

-Pff, what you don't have to do to get some peace and quiet ... on March 24th at 6pm I closed the café, you only have to look at the surveillance camera outside and at 8pm I was at home watching a mukbang show".

I then took note of this information "What program?"

-Bonggil and I watched one of his videos from 3 weeks ago. Should I also give the title or have I clarified enough for you?"

At that moment, I felt like punching him in the face, but I stayed calm and finished writing.

-That'll be all for you, and where can I find your brother?

-Ah no, that's enough, you're not going to piss off my brother with your bullshit! The poor guy can barely sleep because of his college classes, so if I see you bothering him with your questions because you're just an unemployed guy who flunked out of police school, then I'm really going to commit murder.

The rage in his eyes, his clenched fist, the vein popping out of his throat. He was definitely angry with me... or maybe I'd struck a chord.

Without realizing it, he had helped me greatly in this investigation. After all, if Jeongin was in college, all I had to do was call Brian and ask him if he'd seen Mr Yang that day.

Ah, it's always good to have a big brother as school secretary.

- "Very well thank you for everything, sorry for the disturbance goodbye"

I tilted my hat at him and walked out with Jisung, who still looked as lost as ever.

- "So... ?"

- "so what?

- "Is he guilty or not?"

- "Sungie investigations don't work like that! And calm down, you look like you're going to faint any minute", he said, patting her shoulder. The poor guy looked as white as a sheet

-I probably haven't eaten enough ... where should we go this time? Jinrinet Bowl, right?"

- "That's right.

Hyung can I go out now?" Young Yang asked a few minutes after Seungmin and Jisung left the cafe.

-Yes, of course! Let me help you!"

Minho ran over to the cupboard where Jeongin was, opened it and helped his half-brother out.

- "Ouch, you're heavier than last time, Innie!" complained the oldest before putting the youngest back on the floor.

Jeongin rolled his eyes at him before crossing his arms "Don't say that! I must have put on a pound or two.

Minho cast a sidelong glance, showing that he was quite dubious. After all, if one or two kilos for Jeongin meant six or seven kilos ...

But he had a share of the responsibility, he loved feeding and taking care of his younger brother, it had been like that since they were little!

-I really thought I was going to die inside !

- "Sorry Innie, but I really didn't want that idiot to come and talk to you!

-Why? Are you afraid I'll tell them about Dad? Or about his Stayville project?

- "Ssh not so loud he could hear you!

- "Sorry, it was louder than me"

The youngest then began to whisper and the two brothers discussed this mysterious project, case 143: All in project.

- "But if Seungmin finds out, is it serious?

- "I think so ... especially if his father's a cop, then we'll be in trouble.

- "I understand hyung ...

- "So if he or Jisung ever comes to question you you just deny everything! You know what, just act like you hate me!

- "Hate you? That won't be any different from the usual" plaisanta le youngest

- "In the meantime, I'm the one who cooks for you, so show some respect!"

- "Yes, sir.

So with Jisung nius enter the second store: jinrinet bowl. I had a feeling it was going to be hectic. Ever since Hyunhin's arrival in town, I hadn't had a good feeling about it, and let's not even talk about the bad blood between him and Jisung, the reason for which I didn't even know!

As soon as we entered, Hyunjin almost blocked our path. His shirt was badly buttoned up, an eyeful of lip gloss was at the corner of his lip and his hair was a mess. Great, I wanted to talk to Mayor Bahng too.

-Sorry, the café's about to close", he declared haughtily.

-I'm here to ask you and the mayor some questions... he's here, I suppose?

Hyunjin frowned before crossing his arms in a disinterested manner. Pff, he could be such a jerk!

-Sorry, I'm not answering any questions, you'll have to drink my coffee first.

What a scam! At least Jisung could make the most of his hunger.

-Very well ... Jisung take a cheesecake-

- "Is Jisung going to interogate me?"

- "No, it's-

- "Then it's not working! You have to order food yourself, Kim Songmin".

Is it a serious kid, already paying for it, then I have to change clothes and they get my first name wrong? He was definitely doing it on purpose

-Very well, bring me a croissant

-right away".

He smiled falsely and came back with a small croissant barely larger than the palm of my hand, almost throwing it on the table.

Breathe in, breathe out Seungmin, you'll be fine.

-So I was saying-

- "I only answer to questions if the order is at least 90 000 won ... sorry

Nothing was sincere and Jisung, who was sometimes a little candid, also seemed on the verge of wanting to strike.

-Very well, bring me everything I need to eat for 90,000 won".

- "Right away, Mr Kim ~"

He returned later with a huge tray filled with various pastries and sweets. This time, he set it down delicately before looking him up and down and laughing.

- "I'm not surprised you're eating so much anyway, considering your body!

I beg your pardon? I hadn't put anything in my mouth and Jisung had held back, but if this keeps up, I'll be leaving without interrogate him .

... unless that's what he wants ...

Well, I was going to have to resist his viper's tongue and eat a kilo of food now.

Besides, why was he talking like that about my body? I mean, I know I'm not muscular rr athletic, but to call me fat?

Okay, maybe I had a little trouble getting my pants on this morning and I think my cheeks rounded out, but was it that easy to notice?

I had a long drink and started to eat with Jisung, who looked at me sadly. After all, he wasn't allowed to eat even a crumb of all that food at the risk of Mr. Bitch deciding to institute a new rules.

-So ... can we start the interview?

Hyunjin uncrossed his arms and took a seat at our table, "with pleasure, but not for too long, I've got more interesting things to do.

Make a little effort

-So ... Hwang hyunjin, where were you on March 24th between 5pm and 8pm?

-At home drinking wine

- "Can anyone prove it?

- "My fuck buddy aka Mr Mayor Bahng but you already know that, asshole" he said with a wink

In the meantime I shouted that Jisung had escaped after glowering at Hyunjin and fled to the toilet.

-And who can prove that the two of you were there?

-"Oh my but you eat well, don't you! It looks like a double chin is starting to appear!"

I know I shouldn't have listened to him, but out of curiosity, after swallowing the double doughnut I ran my hand over my chin, and although it wasn't as smooth as before, there was no double chin yet.

It seemed to be a humiliating sight for hyunjin, who laughed and added "The only thing worse than that is that you believe it!

- "Do you ever fatsham people or is it your annorexic model side that comes out?"

- "Only with people I don't like

-" Why do you dislike me then ?

-You've hurt someone who means a lot to me in order to satisfy your overblown ego. So if I were you, I'd get rid of it all, give up and lock myself in my house so as not to piss anyone off", he shouted, tapping my chest with the tip of his finger.

I thought I'd heard enough. I wanted to leave just like that without paying, but the food was too good to stop, and my mother had raised her in such a way as to never spoil the food.

Miraculously, I had finished everything in record time. Once upon a time I'd have been full by the third croissant, but now I'd eaten it all.

And maybe I was still a little hungry

-Nothing more to add ?" I asked, wiping the few crumbs from my face.

-I'd have so much to say, but I promised to keep it a secret" he said hopefully.

What was he talking about? I think I've reached an interesting point here too...

-What secret are you talking about?

- "I don't want to say, otherwise it wouldn't be a secret after all!"

Pff, I knew that wasn't going to work.

- "Who did you promise to keep this secret from?"

- "I could tell you, but..." he then turned his head towards the backstage area of the café, where the toilets were and the safe way up to his house. He was staring at something or someone, but who? " It's 90,000 won extra food because it's really crisp news".

I sighed, about to accept, and then, as if out of nowhere, Jisung came and took my arm.

-Don't listen to him Minnie, I'm sure he's just doing it to rip you off!

- "To rip you off? I thought you knew me better than that Sungie ~"

- "Shut the fuck up we didn't talk to you"

Wow, seeing Jisung swear was common, but insulting someone was new! But I can understand him, he was more easy-going and irritable than me, and I can't imagine what he could have said to make Sungie hate him so much.

I mean, everybody loved Jisung and Jisung loved everybody! This guy must have been a total scumbag for Jisung to hate him!

-You're right, let's go, I think I've had enough proof from him!

I got to my feet with difficulty after all the food I'd just swallowed, my belly poking at my shirt hanger, it was a truly unpleasant feeling and Jisung seemed to understand my case as he helped me to my feet before tenderly caressing my shoulder with a gentle smile.

- "How sweet, two pigs helping each other ~" declared Hyunjin.

It's as if he's just broken a moment of silence between Jisung and me. It's weird what I'm going to say but I hope he's not guilty because I have a feeling the next time I saw him I'm going to punch him.

-Come on Minnie, let's go!

We then head for the exit before Hyunjin noisily clears his throat to attract our attention.

- "Aren't you forgetting something?

- "Hit you? We might break you, since you've got skin on your bones" spat Jisung as Hyunjin put on an offended expression.

- "That's a good one, but no. I was talking about the bill, I don't feed or talk for free!"

That's right, I'd forgotten. So frustrated I grabbed my wallet, and tossed a few bills in the air before they fell to the ground.

-Keep the change, it'll buy you some respect" I said before walking out the door.

- "Well said Seungmin, I'm proud of you for standing up to him! Jisung exclaimed as he put his arm around me.

My heart was pounding, I missed seeing him so clingy and tactile with me, I'd so much liked it to have worked out between us, but friendship isn't one of my priorities and Jisung understood that. Yet I hate to think of him being with someone else, or of him not being so tactile and clingy with me.

I love him but I hate it.

Unknown :

Idiot I heard everything you almost blew it!

Hyunjin:

What? I told the truth. I remind you that between you and me it's simply because we have a common enemy. If I can sell the information for money, I'm in.

Unknown:

You're so easily corruptible it disgusts me

Hyunjin:

That's why I hook up with the mayor :D

Unknown:

And that you were an accomplice in the murder of the general councillor?

Hyunjin:

He had compromising things about me. But I remind you that you're just as guilty as I am!

Unknown:

It's a good thing none of us killed him. Yang is so easily manipulated

Hyunjin:

What about the other stupid detective?

Unknown:

Don't say that, he's a lot smarter than we think.

Hyunjin:

If you say so

unknown :

I'll take care of him.

I know an excellent way of taking care of him so that he doesn't interfere with our plans.

Hyunjin:

Wow, you're scary, man.

Unknown:

Shut up you idiot

I'll leave you to it, he's about to enter the last bakery.

- "So hyung you think Hyunjin has something to hide?"

-I'd say he's protecting someone. I'm almost not surprised.

- "Maybe it's Mayor Bahng," suggested Jisung.

-Why not ... how about ...someone with influence! Like Minho and Jeongin's father!"

- "You've gone too far, Minnie. If this turns out to be true, this whole investigation is just a misunderstanding, and Wooyoung really did die of a heart attack!

-Are you kidding me, Jisung? I'll bet you anything that there's murder behind all this!

- "If you say so, but promise me one thing, if things get too hard, please stop... I don't like it when you go to such lengths for mysteries that sometimes will never be solved!

I sighed but nodded all the same. True, I had a list of investigations I'd solved, but I also had a very long list of unsolved mysteries. I didn't want anything to do with it, I loved this thirst for mystery, even if it meant losing myself in it.

That's where I live, that's where I triumph!

-Shall we go to the last store now?

- "Yes, but I think we'll be fine, especially if you and Felix are friends.

Jisung chuckled before I stepped in front of the last sign, "BbokAri & Dwaekki Bakery".

Right away, the atmosphere was pink and colorful compared to the other two, which were more sober and cold.

No sooner had we entered than Felix came to greet us with a big smile.

-Ah Jisung, you've finally come with Seungmin! I've been looking forward to seeing you in person for so long, all this talk about you and how you love our pastries", said the blond man, shaking my hand with a gentle grip given his small hands.

-Thank you, but we've already met a few times, you know" I said almost shyly. I felt confident, so I dropped the formalities with him.

-Yes but it's been at least months if not a year! Come on I just made a batch of brownies!"

He then walked away, leaving me and Jisung alone as we sat down at one of the empty tables. At last I thought we were alone until I spotted Changbin from a distance at the counter, looking like he was taking a nap. He must have been a heavy sleeper, because Felix was talking normally, not to mention the music in the background of the bakery, which, although semi-inaudible, would have disturbed anyone.

Then the more I detailed him, the more I noticed how much bigger he'd gotten since the last time I saw him. Okay, I know that he and his husband are into this kind of strange fetish, but here he's bloated like a blimp! His clothes barely fit him. Then now he just looked like a huge ball of fat, it was both strange and ... fascinating.

-Hey, stop looking at him! Look at me instead" commented Jisung, bringing him out of my thoughts as I turned to him and smiled.

-Don't I give you enough of my time already?

- "Yes, you do, but lately I've had less time to spend with my Minnie and I'm really mad about it, you know?

- "Yah, I always offer to come and see you, but you always refuse!

- "Because I have to show that I'm not corruptible! Everyone knows about your investigation at the town hall, so I have to be discreet so that no one notices that I'm your spy" he said, miming a few amusing poses that made me burst out laughing.

It was then that Femix arrived with his tray full of brownies, well, I'd say olutot brownie mountains, which he placed on this tiny table: "Oh, you're both so mig on! How long have you been darting?"

Silence.

Jisung and I were silent, not that the question was awkward because we were just friends and roommates, but ... because we knew how we felt about each other, but we'd never gone further than that night ...

-Oh no, did I say something wrong? I'm sorry, I tend to talk too much! Normally Binnie would be there to calm me down, but my love sleeps soundly after working so hard" he said before sniggering.

-It's nothing, I admit that if I were him, I'd take as many naps as necessary! Said Jisung as he took some brownies and devoured them.

-Ah yes, I can imagine that being a town councillor is no easy".

-My days are all about working, eating and sleeping!

- "It was the same as before" I said before chuckling. "By the way, Felix, take a seat, I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Felix hesitantly took a chair and sat down beside us while Jisung devoured the mountain of brownies. I let him have them, seeing how well I'd eaten before. "What are the questions about?"

- "The murder of Jung Wooyoung, I'm ingerogeing the last people he saw in the last 24 hours, so can you tell me what you were doing on March 24th between 5pm and 8pm?

-Oh, it's so simple! It was Changbin and I's wedding anniversary! At 4.50pm we closed the bakery and went home without getting ready. We left at 7:30 p.m. for the restaurant I'd booked at the Hall of Fame restaurant! I've got the ticket to prove it!"

-Nah, it'll be fine. Keep going.

- "So then I think around 9pm we went for a walk in the streets with Binnie ... well we tried because he had eaten so much that we quickly went home and ... the details after that are rather confidential I hope you don't mind" he said blushing, making Jisung almost choke as I coughed nervously understanding what they had done after eating.

-Hmm, I see. Did Mr. Jung say anything in particular to you that day?

- "Let me think again... I think he told us about a case he was working on that was very important and could upset the whole city.

-So there is a file like this in my office !" exclaimed Jisung, who then shouted so loudly that Changbin was startled out of his sleep.

-Oh no Binnie you're fine go back to sleep ~" said Felix with a honeyed voice as she approached his husband to cuddle him, while Changbin kissed him tenderly, blurring the line between dreams and reality.

I glanced awkwardly at Jisung, who seemed just as embarrassed as I was.

Then the exchange seemed to become more fiery and conretised from the moment Fleix sat on her husband.

-W-We should go ... now" murmured Jisung as I nodded and we left the room, not ready to put the image out of our minds.

- "It's okay they're gone you can stop now!"

- "What really? Who would have thought it would have worked?"

- "You're such a good actor Binnie they didn't even see you were pretending to sleep!"

- "I did the right thing because I had a really bad idea about that Seungmin. He's too eager to find out", he declared with a touch animosity .

- "It turns me on when you're serious like that jagi ~

- "The bakery is still open.

- "It's going to close early today so that means everything here is for you!"

He then analyzed the almost entirely filled window and swallowed hard at the sheer quantity.

-I guess it's snack time".

Once home, Seungmin and Jisung collapsed on their sofa and sighed together.

-What a long day," cried Seungmin.

- "I hope at least you have the evidence you need now"

- "I've put it all together in this little notepad, now we just have to check that it's true! And then, Sungie, if you could toruvert this famous important file that Felix was talking about, that would be perfect!

-Sure counts on me Minnie ~ But now I'm hungry, let's order something!

- "Are you hungry after all you've eaten?"

-:Dare to tell me that your belly doesn't growl either

Seungmin was about to retort, but her belly replied instead, making Jisung laugh and the younger man blush.

-Mystery solved! Let's order some rameyon with... tteokboki ... and why no rice cakes?"

Jisung seemed lost in thought about the food while Seungmin seems thoughtful

-Sungie, do you think I've put on weight?

- "What? You're hardly my sexy detective! what makes you think that?"

- "Duh, can't you see how tight my pants are on me? And look at my belly sticking out! It's because of you and all your carvings!"

Seungmin laughed as an outraged jisung came to stand against him.

-Shall we swap bodies then? Because believe me, if you gain weight, then I swelled up! Look at my thighs!"

They began to compare their thighs, then their stomachs, their legs, their arms. In short, every part of their body that could store fat!

In the end, they ended up ordering three large pizzas with extra cheese.

No sooner had the order been placed than there was a knock on the door. Who could it be at this hour? Definitely not the delivery man they'd just ordered.

- "I get it i'll go and open it" said the youngest, rising to his feet before walking to the front door and opening it.

He gasped as he saw the person in front of him. They lived in the same town and had not spoken or seen each other for almost five years.

- "Dad?!"

-Can I come in? Mr Kim asked coldly.

- "Yes yes come in"

Seungmin worked great carrying her then letting his father in before considering an important factor... jisung was there

- "Who was Minnie?"

-Minnie? Wow, I still can't get used to that... good evening Jisung" ajiura Mr Kim

- "It's your father. ... shit Good evening Mr Kim. . Euhm I'm going to go now I had swimming lessons in a few minutes ... yes that's it

Jisung left immediately, leaving Mr. Kim and his son alone.

-So what are you doing here?

- "I suppose you're investigating Jung Wooyoung's death?"

-Yes, so what? I may not be a cop, but I know how to investigate!

- "It's a tricky business, you know? It's a real Pandora's box ... once you've opened it, the evil is already there.

-What are you trying to say?

- "I'm also investigating this death and I've discovered some things that you'd better keep away from, for your own good and for Jisung's sake.

-So you're interested in me now? Didn't you find it annoying to kick him out just because I'd slept with Jisung?"

- "I was just afraid you'd ruin your life by ...

-By what? By dating a farmer's son? By deciding to become a policeman despite your refusal? And congratulations because apart from that I didn't do either one!

Seungmin then unwittingly sobbed while his father, rigid, didn't know what to do.

-I ... I'm sorry Seungmin

- "It's not enough" he said as he cried

- "If there's anything I can do for you ... or for jisung ...

-"... no, it's all right ... my father died years ago so I don't need you or your help".

Mr. Kim, obviously disappointed, didn't know what else to say. Seungmin was crying all the time and her father didn't know what to do.

-I... I'll be off then...

- "Go ahead, my door's wide open.

- "If you take my advice, I want to protect you

- "if you say so... now go away

And so the father left, leaving his son alone ... crying loudly but mostly alone .

Nothing could calm him down, he became uncontrollable when the subject of his mother was opened. The poor boy cried and cried and cried.

-Why am I so alone?

He cried again before a piece of information made him realize something

- "What if it's not one but many guilty parties? Maybe, in the end, they're all involved in one way or another!"

He then wiped away his tears and headed for his desk to write this idea down on his big board, where he was gathering all the information he'd known so far.

-"Seungmin? Is it me , can i to go home now?"

Now tell me

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