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early20sfailingplenty · 2 years

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Danny Johnson fic ideas! He is super meticulous and follows his victims closely for a long time, he's really into stalking to get to know his victims so! I work at a coffee shop and would love it if he got to know me by being a regular my shop. We laugh and talk and flirt, I only know him by his civillian persona, Jen Olson, but he stalks me outside of work as Danny. Totally becomes obsessed with me and gets off on the dichotomy of being the nice regular customer and the cold hearted killer planning my eventual end. He also loves me being so unaware of his true nature. What seals the deal of hooking his interest in me is my Final Girl tattoo on my right forearm that is underlined with a bloody hunting knife. He wants me to be HIS final girl and sees the potential in me. Just something about his thought process and being so into me. Also maybe some breaking and entering and him being a creep going through my undwear drawer and/or watching me sleep (which I tend to do naked 👀) and taking small mementos. I own a lotta chapstick and mugs, he could probably take one without me noticing, or he takes a well loved one because he WANTS me to notice and get confused. General details, I love the color red, like a candy apple red and plaid. I love leggings and skirts and crop tops at home. I wear glasses. I usually have my hair in a bun at work and in a high pontytail at home when I'm cooking or writing, and down the rest if the time, its brown and falls to about midback. He loves to watch me cook and bake which I do often. Can be as NSFW as you want, sexual and violent is encouraged! I like him DARK! He could do something to me while or not, could just watch, (as if he wouldn't jerk off to me, or on me, while I slept.) But use your discretion! I trust you! Thank you again SO much, I love you dude! ❤ ~ @bisexual-horror-fan

Bex!!! My beloved!!!!😭😭😭💖💖💖First of all, a biiiiiig big happy birthday to YOU!!!!😍😍😍😍😍😍You're amazing, I love you so much, and I hope you have a day as wonderful as you!!!😭🫂💖💖💖 Second, I'm more than a little nervous to be posting this because until you sent this in, I had no idea what DBD was, I didn't know who Danny Johnson was, etc. etc. so I went into all the research I did totally blind (I'd be happy to share this with you once you've read this if you wanna know👀, but obviously while this was in the works I had to keep it all quiet), but I hope it all paid off and that you're able to connect with and enjoy this piece! I went in and I'm really excited for you to read it! It was a challenge to go dark but that's what makes it fun! I'll stop talking now and let you read! MWAH ~

Seek and destroy // Danny Johnson x Final Girl!Bex

TW; stalking, swearing, dramatic irony (my beloved💗), predatory behaviour from Danny, Bex is a fly in the web, obsessive behaviour, you're a to-be murder victim and you don't know it until you do, descriptions of physical violence and gore, Danny's a creep, broken boundaries, theft of possessions, NSFW, somnophilia (kind of), non/dub-con (male masturbation; Danny gets off to you while you're sleeping without you knowing and without your consent), panty sniffing, this is the darkest thing I've ever written and that includes the time I wrote about reader trying to kill themselves by sitting in Vincent's chair (yeah I went IN for you with this💕), NOT X READER!!! but you're welcome to read!!! Contains physical descriptions of Bex, personalised with permission (duh, it's your birthday gift), implicit cannibalism references, kind of meta because this references other horror films and other slashers (it fits in with the Scream origins of Danny, okay?), no dialogue, cum eating (Danny). He's a depraved, filthy bastard and you love him for it.

Word count: 3, 353.

Oh, but you are beautiful.

You don't even know it, do you?

You don't know that he's been watching you for weeks already. You don't know that he's watched you working through the window of your workplace, hidden by the darkness within him but also by the shadows afforded to the tall buildings which smother the skyline. You don't know that he knows your work schedule, he knows the particular routine you carry out to settle into a shift, he knows the routine you have to mentally leave the shift as you clock out. You don't know that you're in very grave danger. You don't know any of his plans, you don't know the game he's playing, you don't know that you don't know that he's a vicious, sadistic murderer who has been plotting your violent murder this entire time.

You don't know.

But Danny knows, and he supposes that it's more fun for him if you stay in the dark, where he wants you. Where you have been for the last month while he has stalked you, learned you, studied you, mapped you out, unravelled you for who you are and put you back together in the way he wants you to be... oh, but your potential is divine... the anticipation of what he's going to do to you, of what he is already doing to you, makes the chase, the hunt, the kill, all of it, even sweeter than it already is.

It was Danny Johnson who stepped into the shadows when you began your shift five hours ago, but it is Jed Olson who enters your coffee shop.

It is the beginning of the end, of your end and he is so excited.

Let the shadow games begin.

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The first part of the game was silly, light-hearted. There was some kind of sick... joy in knowing something that you didn't. His impulsivity came from knowing that he could get away with what he was doing to you, with you; he was leading you down a slowly unwinding path which was of your own making. A joint effort, though only one party was privy to such information. From the very get go, Danny got off on the way he really was and the way you saw him. The way he wanted you to see him. Danny Johnson was sadistic, patient, a man in control who planned murders weeks in advance. The anticipation always made for a greater pay-off when the end was finally delivered. He was careful at crime scenes, a delicious, sick contrast to the way he was light-hearted towards the actual murder. But Jed Olson, oh... he always greeted you with a wide smile and gave modest responses to the flirtations you met him with. There was something about him which drew you towards him; like a moth to a flame. You would be burned, and it would make or break you, though you didn't know that. Yet. The dichotomy between who he really was and who he played for you kept him on his toes, and it only set to lure you further into the trap.

For every drink he ordered (always and deliberately your favourite, for he enjoyed the smile which lit up your gorgeous face like a Christmas tree as you complimented him on his tastes), for every cup you scrawled 'Jed' on, for every smile you gave him as he entered and left your coffee shop, you both turned further and faster down the dark road, tendrils of the achromatic heart he possessed, a withered and shrivelled thing, wrapping tighter and tighter around your own with every exchange.

You didn't suspect it, you couldn't even begin to guess at the severe mortal danger in which you found yourself.

You didn't know.

And so everything was going according to his carefully calculated, carefully arranged ritualistic sadistic game.

It was a game.

One of shadows, of deceit, of violence, of stalking, of his predation and your vulnerability, of broken boundaries... the game had more rounds than Danny had initially planned, but wasn't that what made it the most fun?

When the game surprised him and practically played itself, he knew it was a good one.

There was so much potential in you and he was eager to keep you caught like a fly in his web of lies so that he could reveal to you your truest, darkest self. You were right there, hidden beneath your surface, hidden underneath the underneath. Or so he told himself to begin with. Months to the day he decided to start following you, getting to know you in a very intense, very one-sided relationship, he started to follow you outside of your workplace. He merged your two realities so seamlessly that if he let his control slip for even a moment, he would lose track of whose routine was whose, whose home was whose. You were well and truly in the belly of the beast, swimming in hydrochloric acid waiting to be digested. You were right there, fresh and ready for the taking. For his taking. Wasn't that what you wanted? To go down in a fight? To stand up and take your life for your own, to take it back from the world which sought only to take and take and take; he knew intimately how exhausted you were after your six day work weeks. He knew well what those nine hour shifts did to you, how early you had to be awake to begin your day. You fought every single day and Danny had yet to figure out if you were aware of how strong you truly were. You were destined to be more than what you already were, he just had to get underneath your surface and dig you out of yourself.

You... You were made to be a final girl... no, no, that wasn't right, hang on... You were made to be his final girl. The tattoo on your right forearm told him everything he needed to know, and a part of him longed to launch over the counter top, seize your arm in his and carve his initials into the tattoo, on the bottom right hand side of the bloody hunting knife which underlined the bold 'final girl'. You wore your potential with pride, he had noted that very first day of visiting you in your coffee shop. Much fun was to be had in breaking you down and making you into who you really were... that dark light inside of you was to be his. You were made to be his, with just a bit more time, a lot more patience and persistence, and you would be dragged to your real self, kicking and screaming and soaked in blood – whether your own or someone else's was entirely up to you. Danny wasn't entirely heartless; you got to have a say in the end result, too. You just didn't get a say in how or when or why you got there.

That honour was Danny's.

One afternoon after another, he followed you home. Always at a safe distance, always three people behind you. It didn't matter if you saw his build way off in the crowd or not; Jed was fresh-faced, no mask, no costume, but Danny was masked as Ghost Face and stuck to the shadows; you had no way of knowing that the two were one and the same. Hell, nine times out of ten, you didn't even register the way the door to your living space took a little bit longer to close than it used to, as Danny darted in just before it could slam shut on you.

Danny stuck to the shadows so well that he became your shadow.

He was the slasher to your final girl.

Despite his patient approach to the way he stalked you and lived your life alongside you, with you totally oblivious all the while, unaware of his true nature, unaware that Danny and Jed were the same person (or even that Danny existed; he covered his tracks so well that you never thought to look for them. Why would you, when they were never visible?), Danny grew bored of just sneaking into your home and watching you cook or write, your hair in a ponytail. It was a different style to how you wore it when you were at work – it was interesting to Danny, because he and Jed were different, too, though his work was wholly different and entirely more sinister than your own. It was a bit of a stretch, the comparison, but he made it all the same as he began to think of ways to allude to you that there was something going on.

The solo round of his sadistic game was over and now... oh, now, it was your turn to play.

Every final girl deserved a chance. The fight wasn't fair, the play was rough and dirty, but he liked it like that, and he knew after all this time that you did, too. So much potential, so much raw energy just waiting to be cultivated, so much fun to be had.

It started with going through your underwear drawer while you were busy cooking in the kitchen. You were only rooms away, totally unaware of the violation of your boundaries... not the first and certainly not the last of many which Danny sought to bestow upon you. Like gifts, if you were. Strange, depraved, unwelcomed gifts. For now. But one day, oh... one day, he would cash in those receipts, and the gift of your life essence would run down his gloved hands, crimson rivulets seeping into the seams of the leather he favoured, staining his skin and leaving a metallic taste on his tongue. He hadn't yet had the pleasure of tasting you, but he would soon.

Some slashers chose to consume their victims in the physical sense. Some chose to eat away at their victims' resolve strand by strand until the victim unravelled at the seams and became a shell of themselves. Some chose to strip away at souls until the spirit broke. Some chose other methods, other means, but they all lead to the same sensation being fulfilled, the same cravings being satiated in a primal, predatory manner: taste. Touch. Possession.

Mine.

Was all Danny was thinking as he watched you get ready for bed. You slept naked, he noticed, and it only made it that much easier for him to get off on what he was putting you through. Whether or not you knew about it now, you would eventually, and that level of trauma would be with you for life. Danny would walk beside you, hidden in your shadows, for the rest of your life, and you had no idea. Yet.

He wanted to introduce himself to you. Slowly, slowly. You were a frog in a pot of water, the temperature turning in small increments from a simmer up to the boil, and it would be too late for you to hop out by the time you realised what was happening to you, what had been happening to you for almost a year by the time he decided to take a few momentos from your bedroom. To get you ready to meet him by planting a seed of suspicion in a mind as sharp, as beautiful, as yours. You were a work of art, but every art piece needs the artists' signature, and he would sign you off with a flick of his wrist, the flash of his blade... with a flourish worthy of the final girl you were.

You owned a lot of chapsticks and a lot of mugs; there was no way you would be able to use them all regularly, but Danny knew that you did. You had your favourites, of course, and you had your favourites, but you did use all your mugs, and all your chapsticks. You had such a big heart, plenty of room in your life, and with your love of horror and fantasy, Danny knew that there was plenty of room in you for him. Not that he would or could ever give you a choice. He had taken that away from you the very first day he had strolled into your coffee shop with a disarming smile as he ordered your favourite hot drink; white hot chocolate with cinnamon steamed in the milk. Very creamy, a little spicy, very sweet... like you.

You are what you consume, isn't that what people say?

The image of you spread out in bed, naked, sleeping and dead to the world, combined with famous quotes completely divorced from their original contexts, had Danny palming himself through his leathers. He got off on what he had been doing to you for all of this time, but never before had he been surrounded by you – your body, your scent, your possessions... the hand not palming himself found the collection of your favourite chapsticks and snagged the one you had used that morning. You would notice it wasn't there, you used it a lot of the time as your default option, and he could tell by the way the label was starting to peel off by the lid that it was a well loved chapstick.

You would notice it missing.

And in time, you would notice him, too.

No final girl ever gets away without first confronting her slasher. It's the ritual, the... the formula of any good horror film.

You stretched in bed, your arms over your head, your duvet crept down from your shoulders to just beneath your breasts, your chest rising and falling with every breath. Their numbers limited. Danny wondered what it would be like to climb atop your slumbering form and wrap his deft fingers around the column of your throat as you slept. Your pulse would thunder against his fingers, your body would jerk and writhe due to the oxygen deprivation, your eyes would be blown wide... or maybe you wouldn't wake. Maybe he would only make sure you never woke up, forever lost in a dream made only for you, dredged up from the oceanic depths of your vivid imagination. He would only get to kill you once, and that scenario wasn't how he wanted to do it.

He swatted the thought away like it was nothing more pesky than a fly as he undid his trousers and pulled himself out. He was rock hard, his head bright red and weeping. For you. For the way your walls would welcome him, for the way your back would arch into him but your hips would pull back into the mattress, the pleasure he would gift to you before his own pleasure somehow too much and yet... not enough.

He needed more.

How would your blood spray as he slashed your throat? Or, perhaps he would mimic your favourite slasher and slash you three times up the back, like claws, like... like a wild animal. He certainly wanted to fuck you like you were animals. He wanted you on all fours, your arse up in the air and your face down in a pillow (so easy would it be to smother you while he pounded into you from behind... you would be too lost in pleasure to notice him pressing you down by the nape of your neck, fingers delved into your brown hair, and you would lose consciousness and simply never wake up again). He wanted you under him, above him, but he mostly wanted you at his side. The final girl, the slasher's undoing. But you two would buck that trend, you would be partners in life and in crime. You had the potential and he wanted to make it his.

He wanted to make you his.

Black underwear in his peripheral vision.

Danny contorted his body and snagged them off the floor. He could just smell you through his mask and your sleepy noises, lost were you to the world, only spurred him on as he pressed the dirty panties to his mask as tightly as he could. He wouldn't take his mask off; it would ruin the ambience, make it only too easy for you to win the game before you had really begun to play if you woke up before he could finish, his hand working to get himself off as he thumbed at the beads of pre-cum gathering at his tip. He was red raw and it reminded him briefly of the candy red colour you favoured. You looked so good in red. One day, Danny would make you wear a crimson cape... again, whether it was your own or someone else's blood would be your own choice. But it would happen.

He had you so close to him and yet, so far, and on his legs did he stagger to your bedside, looking down at you as he continued to masturbate over you. Having you even closer to him only fuelled the speed at which he jerked himself off and as he bent over (somewhat awkwardly, but it was doable) to sniff your hair, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other tightly holding the panties he stole off your floor, you moaned in your sleep. He wondered what, who, you were dreaming about. For all his attempts, he couldn't climb into your head, and it enraged him. Still, in time, he would come to possess your mind, your body, your heart, your soul, he would consume you for all that you were as he took from you all that you could be. Life was full of possibilities and he wanted to take them from you, he would take them from you.

Thoughts of feeling you writhing beneath him as he murdered you tipped him over the edge in his mind from which he clung by his fingertips and he came with barely a sound, thick ropes of cum spilling over his head and dripping onto your abdomen. Your face creased lightly at the impact of wet where there shouldn't be and Danny watched as you settled again. You had no idea of how much danger you were in, of how much danger you had always been in, ever since he had decided that you were to be his next passion project, his next game and victim.

But you were to be the one who didn't get away, the one who met him where he was, the one who became his final girl. His, his, his.

His final girl.

Danny's chest heaved as he removed his mask, broke his own boundary while breaking so many of yours that it would be quicker and easier to list the ones he hadn't broken. By far, it was a shorter list.

He bent down some more and flattened his tongue along your abdomen, scooping up his cum with little fuss. You whimpered, shifted under what he was doing, and the taste of you had his eyes rolling back in his head. Fuck, why hadn't he done this sooner? Life was no fun without risks and Danny had put all of his and some of your own onto the table as he cleaned you up, tucked himself away, put your dirty panties in one of his many pockets, and stole out of your bedroom window as quickly as he had climbed through it.

Saliva glistened on your abdomen, exposed to the cool natural air, but you didn't wake. You slept on, unencumbered by the man who was stealing you from yourself, piece by piece by piece, until you would have nothing left. And then he would take more. And more. And more. Until your life left your eyes, your blood cooled on his blade, your body stilled, and he rejoiced.

But not yet.

Tomorrow, Jed would order coffee, Danny would plan, you would work, and all would go well for one of you.

For the other?

Nothing would ever be the same again.

It remained to be seen who would be who, and wasn't that fun?

Danny thought so.

#danny johnson #danny jed olsen johnson #dbd ghostface #bisexual-horror-fan #bex my beloved

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we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono · 2 years

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✨ Current Fandom / Media that I’m familiar with ✨

(it’s not in order & most fandoms / media are going strong/on hiatus/dead, but eh these are some that I can remember!)

If there’s anything you guys want to recommend, do let me know! even if I don’t end up liking it, I still really appreciate it and plus, I’m down to find new content! 💖

Anime

• Soul Eater

• Ranma 1/2

• DB, DBZ and DBS

• Beastars

• Spy x family

• Aggretsuko

• Prison School

• Mob Psycho 100 (never watched the anime before but I’m familiar with the characters because of the popularity)

Films:

• (first film and second film) Into and Across The Spiderverse

• Avatar: The Way of Water

• Barbie (2023)

• Bee Movie

• Every Disney or Pixar movies

• Encanto

• Every Marvel movie

• Back To The Future

• Venom (2018)

• Shrek 1-3

• Studio Ghibli

• Puss in Boots 1-2

• Chucky franchise

• Megamind

• Mean Girls

• Rango

• Kung Fu Panda

• Trolls

• Hotel Transylvania

TV Series & Web Series:

• Adventure Time

• Arcane

• Amphibia

• Animaniacs

• BoJack Horseman

• Breaking Bad

• Better Call Saul

• Camp Camp

• Clone High

• Courage the Cowardly Dog

• Danny Phantom

• Dan Vs.

• Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared

• Fionna And Cake

• Gorillaz (music)

• Gravity Falls

• Happy Tree Friends

• Harley Quinn

• Inside Job

• Invader ZIM

• Kim Possible

• Looney Tunes

• Moral Orel

• My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic

• Mystery Skulls Animated

• Nickelodeon sitcoms from the 2000s-early 2010s [example Drake & Josh, ICarly, Victorious, & Big Time Rush]

• OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes

• Phineas and Ferb

• Pinky and the Brain

• Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (didn’t finish all episode)

• Regular Show

• Scooby-Doo! Mystery Incorporated

• Salad Fingers

• Samurai Jack

• Spooky Month

• Squid Game

• Star vs. the Forces of Evil

• Steven Universe

• Superjaill

• The Amazing Digital Circus

• The Vampair series

• Teen Titans (2003)

• The Adventures of Sam & Max: Freelance Police

• The Amazing World of Gumball

• The Cuphead Show!

• The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy

• The Looney Tunes Show

• Basically most of Cartoon Network’s 90s-late 2000s cartoons [Dexter’s Laboratory, Foster’s Imaginary Friends, Billy & Mandy, Samurai Jack, the OG Teen Titans, Chowder, Flapjack!]

• The Owl House

• The Simpsons

• Total Drama

• Tuca & Bertie

• Villainous

• Welcome Home

• Wednesday (Netflix)

Video Games:

• Assassins Creed

• Beyond Two Souls

• Crash Bandicoot

• Cyberpunk 2077

• Bully

• Deltarune

• Deponia

• Destroy All Humans!

• Detroit: Become Human

• Far Cry 3

• Far Cry 4

• Five Nights at Freddy's

• Grand Theft Auto San Andreas and V

• HIVESWAP

• Hitman 1-3

• Life Is Strange

• Little Misfortune

• Pokemon

• Horizon Zero Dawn

• Randal’s Monday

• Saint Row 3 & 4

• Sally Face

• Sam & Max Hit The Road and Save the World

• Skyrim

• Undertale

• The Wolf Among Us

• The Walking Dead season 1

#may update more if i remember a few #potato.post #text

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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For the ask game, I’m curious about Charming. Also Sleeper if I’m allowed two 💖😘

Of course you're allowed two 💖💖

Charming is a George Russell x OFC fic

Influx -

| In·flux | an arrival or entry of large numbers of people or things.

The voyage had been long, and the harbor had been crowded, but it hadn’t been difficult to pick out my brothers, even in the bobbing sea of identical top-hats. Their goofy grins were similar to my own when I was at liberty to show joy; they were nearly as tall as father had been purported to be as a young man, before age had become to gradually stoop him; their aquiline noses rested just below a pair of identical, coffee-brown eyes. Their wide-waving hands had caught my attention immediately, and while I didn’t revel in returning to New York, it was a great relief to see them again.

Before I could get in a word—before I could even say hello—Edward and John were chattering away, steering me toward the carriage. I was bundled inside, nudged back into the seat of the carriage, and hardly had the chance to settle before Edward was whacking the ceiling, calling out, “Drive on!”

I leaned back, taking the chance to slouch one last time before I would be in my mother’s presence and watched like a hawk. I simply looked between Edward and John as they spoke, news and gossip bandied back and forth as if with the lobs and whacks of tennis rackets. I shifted in my seat every few moments, unable to help myself.

Sleeper is a Marcus Pike x Reader oneshot

  “….What do you see?” Pike asks after a moment. You can’t help your glance at him before returning your focus to the photos. You shuffle through them again and set one down, facing toward them.   

“The softness in that blend looks characteristic of a badger brush,” You set down another, “This impastoed paint, that texture,” You point to the curls, “Looks reminiscent of Girl Reading a Letter at an Open Window. And this detail,” You set down another photo, “Right along the drape of the tablecloth looks like the underpainting techniques used in A Young Woman heard at a Virginal—and A Young Woman standing at a Virginal.”  

“All of that isn’t enough to convince you?” Pike asks.

  “I’m sorry, what is it you do?” You can’t help but ask.

He looks a touch affronted for just a blink, and then answers, “I’m head of the Bureau’s International Art Theft team.”   

Oh. Shit. You nod a little as you take that in, and try not to let your embarrassment drown you from the inside.   

“…Then I take it you’ve seen a number of forgeries in your time.”

Send an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I'll post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

#asks #replies #Marcus Pike x Reader #George Russell x Reader #George Russell the Gilded Age #WIP Game

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ghoulsister1 · 2 years

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Updated Profile For My OC Gruber Hellstrom❤️‍🔥

Born on the 4th Of January in Berlin, Germany 2 minutes after his brother Dieter. They are non identical twin brothers.👨‍👩‍👦‍👦

Suffers from migraines that make him feel nauseated. Poor Gruber☹️🤕

Had a fear of dogs, particularly large dogs after a childhood incident involving a large Great Dane that chased him and his best friend after the dog saw them on his owner's field. No one was hurt but the incident left Gruber very frightened of large dogs for a long time.🐕

But recently has been going to therapy and has been slowly letting go of the fear of large dogs. He did it for his fiancé who has 3 dogs and two of them are large and one is a small dog. And Gruber loves the dogs to bits and wants to not be afraid of large dogs ever again.🐶💗

Proud gay man who isn't ashamed of who he is and supports the LGBTQ. Helps organise events for the community with his friends like bake sales, concerts and even a beautiful art exhibition where his friends made their own art work to display by the seaside complete with a big BBQ.🥓🍢

Apart from his native German, Gruber also of course speaks English but is also fluent in French but cannot speak Spanish. He does understand a little Italian though.🗣

Big Rammstein fan! But also grew with oldie music from 1940s to 1960s. Loves listening to 1970s to 1980s music. Loves to party!🎶📻 Big fan of Queen.

Does drink when out partying and special occasions. Schnaps, Jägermeister, Kräuterlikör and the occasional Schwarzbier. But Spezi is his favourite! Also is a big wine drinker like his parents.🍷

Loves American retro diners! Favourite thing is strawberry milkshakes. He absolutely loves them and can't seem to go a week without at least having one or two in his system. Also loves burgers.🍔🥤

That being said, Gruber has a big sweet tooth. The dentist knows this all too well.😅🦷

Is studying courses in fashion, gaming technology and criminology.👗🔍🖥

Lives with his fiancé Omar but goes to his parents house in the weekends for family time and invites Omar with him. 👨‍👩‍👦‍👦

Loves playing video games. His favourites are Legend Of Zelda Breath Of The Wild, Animal Crossing New Horizons, Minecraft, Grand Theft Auto, Sims and Red Dead Redemption 2.🎮

He is currently interested in the Pokemon video games and the new video game Stray.🎮

Plays scary games only with Omar.☠️

Loves watching movies and TV shows. Has a Netflix account.🖲

His favourite shows to watch are The Good Wife, Dexter, American Horror Story, Gossip Girl, Stranger Things, Safe, Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina, Riverdale, Good Girls, First Kill, Friends and Family Guy.📺

His favourite movies are Suite Francaise, Army Of Thieves, Letters To Juliet, Isn't It Romantic?, Tammy, 3:10 To Yuma, Munich The Edge Of War, 9, The Witch, Fantastic Mr Fox, Crimson Peak, The Shape Of Water and Pan's Labyrinth.🎬

Also loves the old Spongebob episodes and has a whole collection of them that he watches.📼

Reads books from time to time and loves graphic novels.📚

Also has a small pile of plushies. His favourite is a Squidward Tentacles plushie that he cuddles up with in bed whenever he has his migraines.🧸

Omar helps Gruber out with his migraines by making sure the curtains are closed and the room is dark and at a good temperature. He also makes sure Gruber eats and drinks to help him. Omar also makes sure Gruber takes his medication for his migraines. 💊

Gruber loves Omar to bits and Omar loves Gruber so much he's sometimes afraid of screwing up and losing him.😰

But Gruber always is quick to reassure Omar that he loves him so much and could never bare the thought of spending his life without Omar by his side.🥰

They love each other so much💘

His favourite aesthetics are Diner, Cuddle Party, Lightingwave, New Romantic, Vibrant Academia, Soft Boy, Tropical, 70s Disco, Rainbowcore and Arcade.💝

Here's some pics of various aesthetics for you to see.

💖Hope you like the new and updated profile of Gruber Hellstrom!💖

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hanabeeri · 1 month

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i feel bad not writing anything on here and just reblogging. anyways im doing better. not fully, but life goes on. im focusing on a book right now (out by natsuo kirino), its fun! and disturbing, haha. i love the character descriptions, because based on the perspective the characters appear to be different; kuniko for example appears like an anxious whiny woman from the perspective of masako but when the perspective switches to kuniko you see how selfish she is on the inside despite her timid appearance. also ... the novel brought up the question of morality which i adoooore, its such an interesting thought to play with, but its not the main motif of the novel i believe. so, basically, everyone knows that murder is bad, right? and if you would ask someone - whether murder or theft was worse, the majority would say murder, right? but that means that internally we are waging good and bad in terms of ''how bad'' or ''how good'' something is. which means that theres a scale. a measurement, if you will. so technically if murder is really really really bad, then how much of theft do you have to do to technically reach the same amount of badness? im feeling like the devil is whispering into my ear, haha. not because of the thoughts, but because bad is bad, no matter the measurement. at least, in my opinion. of course theres nuance, but if we go by definition with no feelings involved then all bad is equally bad.

anyways, moving on! ill be revising a bit after writing this entry, and from tomorrow on i want to visit the library daily (if not possible i will study at home - health issues suck) and study for the summer semester. im both nervous and thrilled to go back to university soon. at the same time im really tired and just want to get it over with, lol. aaah, i want to have a job :( and support my family and go on more trips with my friends. theres another girl in the same situation as me, but like... her parents arent poor. dont get me wrong, im not complaining, im just trying to explain my feelings of why i want to start to work soon and finish university.

i met my friends the other day, we went to a restaurant together. the food was yummy but overall its not a place that's worth driving to for over an hour, haha. but the experience was still nice :) because my friends were there. everything is good between us now. im still happy that we talked everything through, and that nobody is holding anything against one another. how good and fortunate it is, to have loving friends. i wish my soul would see it as well once again, that life is worth living. but recently all my happiness seems to have been taken. i did laugh a lot with my friends, and i still have the energy to talk to people in general, but the moment im alone i dont have the wish to do anything except rot away. what a peaceful thought that is, to just rot. and decay. and be taken away.

picture of my kitty (and chopper aka my son) and me 💖💕💞🧸

and have this song i rediscovered recently. i used to listen to it so often back when it was released. but my heart and head were in a worse mental space, so i deleted it from my playlist once i got better. but now i can listen to it again, without feeling like dying. speaking of dying tomorrow is my anniversary.

#20240319 #dahingeklatschter post weil warum nicht #oh im late by a day but happy lent to all christian slavs!! <3 #forgive my mistakes but then again i never said id post quality content on here so im taking my sorry back #tw death mention #Spotify

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jayflrt · 9 months

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HELLO ALICEEEE MY BEAUTIFUL BABYYYYYYY IT'S MEEE 💛💛💛💛 wedding anon ....

WTFFF U GRADUATED?????? IM SO SO SOOO MADD PROUD OF U WTFF and omg i saw ur reply to my anon thingy a while ago omg.. i genuinely hope u enjoy with ur hometown friends that u missed 😕😕 LAWDDDD this is so Wierd to Say but i actually am soo proud of u like for real.. my silly pookie bear..

life update from my side 😁😁😁😁 i moved into the girls dormitory now like recently ish AND OH MY GODDD SO MUCH HAPPENED IT'S INSANE but godbless my roommates...

i will Now be elaborating 😁😁

so basically there's this girl (not one of my roommates) like from another dorm (calling her #2 dorm) right and we're like kind of friends but not really cause idk it's just off with her but i like brushed it off RIGHT but it's okay because most of the time my gut is like wrong so i move on

ok so as i moved in etc etc i noticed i was losing stuff and i thought i was just careless with some stuff right??? but i kept on losing stuff like my lipbalms and other things and it was so creepy so i asked my roommates about it and one of my roommate who's a senior had a doubt on the #2 dorm and tbh i got suspicious too..? so i was like randomly talking to her and i ask her if she has my lipstick that i lent to her (i never even did that because i fucking hate sharing makeup and skin care products) and she was like "yeah i have it back at my room" MOTHERFUCKER??????? GODDD I GOT SOO MAD PISSED LIKE WHAT DO U MEAN U HAVE IT WITH U?????? SO I TOLD HER ILL TAKE IT IN THE EVENING AND SHE WAS LIKE OK!! and i told my roomie about it (the senior) right and she's so perfect i tell u ...

ok so i go to her room to get it and fucking hell i actually saw some of my stuff lying around and then i told her that i never gave it to her right and holy shit u should've actually seen her SHE HAD THE AUDACITY TO DENY IT WTFFF

moving on 🙏🏻🙏🏻 my roomie was with me when i went to take my shit right AND SHE FUCKING MANAGED TO LOCK HER OUT OF HER ROOM ?????? and i finally found the missing stuff it's actually insane

but yes that's what happened recently 😁❤️

ok but aside from that i genuinely hope ur taking care and also omg i've been reading ur new heeseung fic oh stoners... (Love) i fucking love how he's so pathetic actually he's my spiritual Heir.. ur actually so insane to think of shit like that like ur humour needs to be studied like i need to be neuron in ur head to understand how ur so fucking funny to come up with shit like that ..

OK CONTINUATION i really really hope ur ok like our 3 year parasocial relationship has been soo strong... take care my beloved 💛💛 and i genuinely hope all good things come to u my angel ur the intrusive thought at the back of my head actually... 🤍🤍 kidding i love u and stay happy lovie <3

(sorry it's too long 😕)

- wedding anon

HELLOOOO WEDDING ANON 🥰💖 always a pleasure to see you in the ask box !! i hope you’re doing well and that life’s treating you good 🥹

also yes i’ve graduated!!!! IT FEELS GOOD THANK YOU :’) i’m really so happy to hear the words “im proud of u” u have no idea ☹️💖🫶 and honestly i was feeling eh about moving back but i’ve been having so much fun with my friends here <33

I HOPE MOVING IN WENT SMOOTHLY !! ALSO TEA?? 🤭 WAIT. NOT TEA. STRAIGHT UP THEFT??? OH MY GOD?:??/??:? wait no yeah what the hell??? 😭 why is she taking your stuff without asking?? and i feel like it’s worse to take makeup bc people don’t like sharing their makeup with people they don’t want using it :// like it’s stuff that goes on ur face u don’t wanna mix that idk ,, but WTF SHE HAD MULTIPLE ITEMS OF YOURS??:? she is a klepto omg you gotta RUN 😭😭 i hope everything’s okay with her as in you’ve dropped her or she’s stopped !! but i’m glad you managed to get your stuff back :’)

AHAHHA omg thank you for reading my smau love, i’m rlly glad you like it bc it’s been so fun to make 🤩 PLEASEE i just think of stuff at random and write them in a notes app to save for later in the smau but now the notes app is getting smaller 😭😭

the 3 year parasocial relationship HAS been strong omg you’re an og…. 💪 but i hope you’re having fun and taking care wedding anon 🥰🥰 fill me in whenever you want and no need to apologize at all for living ur life !!! 🌷🌷

#💌 : love notes #wedding anon #series: a stoner’s guide to starbucks

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Could we get some more Male Beldam plz, a crumb of spider boi affection 🥺💖

Hello dearest! Sorry for the long wait, I was having an awful time trying to make this last chapter work. Also btw:

I messed up the story and now this isn't the last final chapter of the series 🤡 I told y'all I get too invested and too complicated with this shit-

So YEAH we're having ANOTHER ONE later on- That will be the true final chapter (depending on how this one goes, I ain't too confident-).

I made some HEAVY DECISIONS LOL-

This is going to be a lot different from my usual work (I think?) And a disclaimer:

I don't believe that the actions of the characters in my writing are valid or even morally correct, I write for yanderes because I'm extremely weird (I'm trying to accept that) but I don't support these actions in real life, I just like them in the media. BTW this is not an accurate representation of trauma/mental illness/or even anyone in general!

(Chp. 1) (Chp. 2) (Chp. 3)

TW/Tags: Following up from (Chp.2) // also if y'all want, there is this headcanon→ (🧵⚫🕷️) // manipulation // heavy angst // mentions of vomit // cursing // kinda edgy // characters death (I'm so sorry-) // mentions of death/gore (won't really detail it cause I'm horrible at it) // identity theft/pretending to be someone else // mental breakdown/guilty mindset

6,471 words!

Stitched Together (Chp.3) [Yandere!M!Beldam OC(?) x F!Reader - Fanfiction]:

A house filled with disfuncional people. Were they always like this, or did they become "this" when they first came here? Who knows.

People have their own struggles, we're always dealing with some kind of problem- Even the smaller ones. We all have different ways of dealing with them, of course. It's life, it's natural. Yet it's still pretty surprising how all these people got to know each other and form some kind of bond.

It's a weird friendship, but it's not necessarily a bad one, or -more accurately- it didn't used to be one.

Your roommates had a lot of issues, some of which you didn't even know off. It is very entertaining seeing how much they struggle with the most ridiculous problems with the easiest solutions.

Communication seems to be the heart of all their problems, and even he, a cold arachnid monster who eats the "love" of naive people, could see right through their flaws- And he hasn't talked with anyone in ages!

Other Dominick, or just "Dominick" now, has been enjoying this disfuncional group antics way too much, to the point he has actually developed some kind of- Feelings, towards you and your roommates. You're almost as pitiful as you are loveable, it's no secret why that other man couldn't stop obsessing over you for twelve long years, if only he could be a bit more honest though- Maybe he would have won your heart back, maybe you wouldn't be sleeping in a fabricated dimension with a hungry monster.

Cause that's all he is! A monster, that's all he'll ever be, he knows that now.

Still, this whole "he is my ex best friend" drama sure strikes a nerve, the truth is so obvious that it's honestly infuriating to hear you talk about that guy as a "friend". "Dominick" can't blame you though- Maybe you are just not accustomed to differentiating friends from lovers, especially considering how lonely you were.

The mice have told him so many juicy details about you and your roommates lives that he can basically read every single one of you like the palm of his hand. And seeing you four have such a hard time understanding each other was like a never ending soap opera drama.

Vivian was a nerdy girl "trying to break free" by acting like a complete airhead and believing that having fun is something only possible by partying and ignoring her anxious mind.

Richard is extremely dependent on Vivian, being his only friend for so long has made him believe he has more romantic than friendly feelings for her.

Dominick used to be a frail, easily sick boy who grew up without his "best friend" by his side to be able to protect his clingy self, and seeing how you never even talked to him in twelve years- he has fully believed he has done something wrong to make you despise him. He became a physically strong man, but his weak spot has always been you.

And you, oh, dearest you! You're so anxious and worried about building and maintaining relationships that you started to overthink their actions to the point it has led you to Other Dominick's arms! Dearest, it's true your friends have been neglecting you, but if only you knew how it wasn't their intention at all.

Even so, "Dominick" couldn't deny the fact he did fall for you in these last couple of weeks, this "feeling" has been growing on him like a parasite ever since you started wanting to be here more often, to see him more often and to top it all off: You asked him to let you sleep in his web, you asked him to not bring you back home.

What is normally a silent cold void of pure nothingness there was now the low sound of breathing and occasionally snoring. There was now warm, there was now something else aside from him and that little rodent he genuinely loves. It still takes him by surprise how you just invited yourself to this realm and doesn't seem to want to go back, it still surprises him that you left all those people in the Pink Palace just for him.

How absurd, right? You were so willing to escape your reality that you were now sleeping and cuddling with a monster. Granted that you don't seem to know how bad he truly is…. The other people he had preyed on were a lot more careful than you, yet they all still failed to survive in the end. You could say ignorance is a blessing if you have managed to survive so far by being naive.

You have stayed for the night in the Other World, having a wonderful sleep holding the person you seem to have fallen in love with. However, "Dominick" hasn't anticipated the amount of time you two would have spent sleeping together, due to the amount of energy he lost trying to create the perfect fantasy for you he has completely blacked out for what feels to be days.

He isn't sure what day it is, or what time it is, but he was sure both of you had slept for quite a while, maybe it had something to do with the nature of this realm that made you "hibernate" for as long as he did.

There was only one option if he wanted to make you live with him forever, to be able to indulge himself in this love for as long as you live- Yet he wasn't sure if you would agree with his terms for staying, that being never leaving, of course- And possibly having to see him carnage the body of others so he can feast on it.

And speaking of food, of course you would be starving after such a long sleep. He wasn't sure what time it was, breakfast? Dinner? Time almost doesn't matter when you're essentially immortal.

There isn't anything to eat here really, not while he is this exhausted, he can't make anything for you at the moment even if he really wanted to.

"- I hope you had a decent sleep, I bet that sleeping in a place like this may not be- The most comfortable of beds." He commented while looking around the web he called home. He doesn't even remember when was the last time he was able to sleep in a proper bed without feeling out of place. This web is just a lot more comforting to him.

"- … Well I think it was worth it. Though I'm not accustomed to sleeping in webs, or with someone else for that matter." Joking tiredly you responded to his almost self deprecating comment.

You have almost forgotten you slept holding him, and you almost have forgotten how his looks are still a little frightening- Waking up and looking at him sure is a fun way to get enough energy for the rest of the day, thankfully due to his own exhaustion he hasn't noticed your small expression of fear and surprise.

"- You're hungry." Was all he said. While you were still sleeping he could hear noises coming from your stomach, he isn't sure how he can fix this yet.

"- A bit- I assume you also haven't eaten yet? Sorry if it sounds harsh, but you look like you haven't eaten all night." Putting it bluntly like that could harm anyone's ego, but it was true that he hasn't eaten anything in years, waiting people to move in to the Pink Palace is both tedious and a almost unfruitful process, and as you can see he is too pathetic to kill every single one of his preys, despite how easy it would be to just do so right now.

But maybe, it doesn't have to be this way, maybe he could still work something out, you don't have to die to sustain him-

"- Can I help you this time? You have done so much during this time I've been here, I would like to do something for you for once." You were so sincere, and it was true that people have been cooking for you a lot these past days, mostly Other Dominick and…. Well, Dominick, once.

Just remembering yesterday makes you feel odd, as if you have left something behind- Wait, didn't you have plans to hangout with him and the others today?

"- Well- You can help me with something…" What would normally be a very easy thought process, was now taking him ages to complete- He hasn't completely finished his plan mentally, yet it was the only option left. In this state he is too soft, too dependent, he can't feed you or take care of you without first satisfying his own needs.

"- We don't have a kitchen anymore, I'm sorry if this is a selfish request- But could you please get us some food from your house?" He just needed an excuse, any excuse.

"- Hmm, sure! But- But why can't you just build a new one?" You questioned him, still not sure how his "powers" work or not work.

"- I can't, I can't right now- I'm starving." He wasn't lying really, but he did exaggerate it a bit to see if you could go faster.

"- I'm so sorry! I'll be back okay? Just hang in there." And being naive as you were, you made sure to crawl your way back to the little door you've come from, taking just another look at his bottom eyes and sending him a tender smile one last time.

You'll be back soon, he is sure you will.

You won't have to die, you won't have to die, you won't have to die, you won't have to die, you won't have to die, you won't have to die, you won't have to die, you won't have to die, you won't have to die, you won't have to die-

- But they will.

While crawling through the tunnel you realized how tight it felt, you knew you didn't fit exactly well here but this time it feels almost suffocatingly small. You don't know if this has anything to do with "Dominick" or not, but it was as if the whole tunnel was trying to squeeze you back to where you came from.

You're not sure what you should do in this scenario since he said there was no more kitchen back there, should you prepare something in your own kitchen and then bring it back? Or maybe you should just bring a snack to make him feel slightly more filled?

Whatever your plan was, you knew you would be able to fix something quick for him- And probably for yourself since you do feel awfully empty right now, and honestly your body hurts from sleeping in one position the whole entire time, especially on top of someone else.

You hope he was okay, it would be really embarrassing if he was also having body aches because of you, if you could give him something it would be a proper bed- Screw spiderwebs.

For some reason, you felt as if you took longer to crawl back to the Pink Palace than what you normally take- Maybe it was just your imagination, after all you did get to reach the end eventually. While still feeling your whole body weak and aching you got up from the tunnel feeling a bit dizzy, still your mind was focused on two things: Food and roommates.

It would be more appropriate for you to say "hi" or "good morning" right? It feels wrong cooking and then leaving them again without saying anything, maybe- No, no you couldn't, if you did…

Could you… Perhaps- Be able to tell them about the Other Pink Palace??

The idea sounds absolutely ridiculous, especially when you consider that they would probably not believe in you in the first place. Why did you even consider that option? What would you even tell them- "Hey I met like- A spider version of Dominick and a fake version of all of you and I hmmm kinda slept there over the night??" God, they would either think you're trying to prank them or that you went crazy!

Speaking of them- Where are they? It's still 6 am when you look at the clock in the living room. Normally Vivian and Richard would be awake by now, Dominick especially since he likes to exercise during the morning. Damn, you're the only one that wakes up late, huh?

Oh… Yeah… They're probably hanging out with one of their actual friends, how could you even forget that, right?

" They probably didn't even remember to warn me or something, not that it would matter since… I wasn't here in the first place." You thought, feeling a bit sad at the lack of your roommate's presence around the house. Maybe you should try talking with them whenever they come back, you can't keep leaving them and then expect them to call you to go out with them, right?

Maybe it's the loneliness creeping in, but you start to think that maybe you should apologize for your lack of presence around the house, and try to be open about how you really feel about them- Otherwise none of you would be able to survive at least an year together.

Yeah, you'll talk to them soon enough- You'll make something for "Dominick" and then tell him you'll be back soon, you'll send them a message saying you need to talk and then you'll open up to them and hopefully they'll still want to watch some movies together. Sounds like a good plan.

There is of course, only one problem:

"- W- What?! Why is everything spoiled already?? Who would even buy so many perishables and leave them on the counter? Goddamnit-" The smell of rotten food had invaded your nostrils like a punch to the face when you came back to the kitchen, after not finding anyone around the house.

They left the groceries on the counter and just- Ditched?? Who would do such a thing?? Why did no one put anything in the fridge and why was it all spoiled already?? Great, you have to buy more food now, unbelievable.

You would tell Other Dominick about this, but you're worried that if you take too long he'll keep starving- And besides, you're too disappointed with your roommates to think straight about this. You got ready, picked up your purse and stormed out of the house hoping you could buy something to make for "Dominick".

On the other side of this whole fiasco was Dominick, the real one, that is. He has been staying inside Sam's house with Vivian and Richard since you left, it's been the most long fourteen days of their lives.

Hmm? Why do you ask? Well- Maybe it's the fact you suddenly disappeared out of thin air like you were never there to begin with?! After that morning when he made you breakfast, he decided to have his own talk with the other two to see if they could all reach an agreement- They agreed with having the movie night like you suggested and they were willing to talk about the past few weeks when they neglected not only you and Dominick about also their own studies and responsibilities inside the Pink Palace.

You told him you wouldn't be there that day, which was fine, he was actually kinda glad to know you would be able to take some fresh air and not be stuck with only them for company, he thought it was just natural for you to want to do your own thing and didn't even question you where you were going. He thought you would come back later that day or maybe on the next day.

Oh but he was so wrong, so very wrong.

You didn't show up for two weeks straight. You didn't answer any calls or messages for two weeks straight. No one has seen you around, in two weeks straight. For some reason rats have been tearing up the house more frequently for two weeks straight.

At night time they could hear sounds coming from the living room and the kitchen. Every time someone would check it out, they would see nothing there except the small door on the wall being open. There was nothing behind it, only a brick unfinished wall. Someone would try to lock it up, but they couldn't find the key so they would just block it until they could find it.

For fourteen nights, that door would be back open again- Somehow the objects that were positioned to close it, would find themselves back in place.

And still, you weren't anywhere near them. No one has seen you around town, none of your neighbors could say they saw you when you left and which way you went and your family hasn't heard of you since then. They were starting to lose their minds.

Vivian, Richard and Dominick started to feel unsafe inside the Pink Palace after the tenth day. Richard was extremely superstitious, and the presence of the rats and that little creepy door were really obvious signs that something was wrong with that place, and in his mind, that something was related to you somehow.

Vivian, however, was now a nervous wreck, not only was she worried sick about you she also felt guilty in your disappearance. The confident girl has returned to her old anxious self, worrying that maybe the worst could have happened to you because of her neglect.

Dominick couldn't stand seeing them like this, so he suggested they spent the night somewhere else. One night became four, and still no sight of you, they told some town's folk to call them whenever they see you, and to warn you that they miss you dearly. Everyone misses you, especially him.

All options left for why you have suddenly disappeared ranged from bad to awful- From "maybe you got lost somewhere outside town" to "maybe you just didn't want to come back at all".

Or worse….

Maybe you were dead, and were now hunting the last place you've been through.

No! No, he couldn't think that way! None of them could… You were coming home soon, he knew that! He was sure of it…

He- He just couldn't bear the thought of you gone, of you actually really gone!

Both Richard and Vivian couldn't muster enough courage to be able to go back to the Pink Palace but Dominick knew he had to go back to see if maybe you have come back, if maybe there would be some hint to where you were, and how you were…

"- I'll be back soon, until then tell Sam I went to the Pink Palace to see if she comes back, okay? Stay safe you two." He told them goodbye before going out, after all both of them were still not accustomed with this sort of thing.

When he got home he saw that the door was open.

"- [Y/n]? [Y/N]!? ARE YOU THERE?" He came inside screaming his lungs out without considering the various possibilities as to why the door was open. I mean- Yes, the door could be open because of you.

"- [Y/N], IT'S ME, DOMINICK!" But what if it was a burglar that had entered inside to steal something...

"- PLEASE ANSWER ME!!" Or maybe they didn't lock the doors on their way out, maybe due to some animal or a strong wind, the door was now open…

"- [Y/n]..?" Or maybe… It was a trap.

"- How… How did-" He was speechless, not only because of the amount of screaming and running he did throughout the house, but also due to the scenery in front of him-

That little, pesky tiny door was open again. No surprises so far, but what really got him was the creepy, spider web filled, dark tunnel behind it.

" Since when was this here??" He thought, as he started to investigate the tiny door and the eerie air coming from the other side. Richard wasn't kidding when he said this place had some creepy shit going on, did- Did you have anything to do with this??

"- Do I… Fit in?" He wondered, the crazy man. No one would ever think about entering such an awfully tight place, with some more than suspicious vibes to it, when your friend has literally gone missing and was probably involved with some sort of occult-ish phenomenon.

But if this could actually help him find you, he was ready to do anything to be able to reach the truth, and he was desperate enough to go inside this hellhole if it meant this nightmare could end.

Again- He didn't consider the dangers of his uncalculated actions, despite the glaring red signs everywhere, he crawled down the creepy yet- Oddly magical tunnel, seeing light on the end of the darkness. Unfortunately, he probably couldn't have predicted what type of monster would be waiting for him.

"- Dominick?" Someone calls him from the other side, something about their voice is both familiar yet eerily different.

"- Are you there?" Was it you?? Was it really you calling for him on the other side?? It- It looked like you, despite how dark this place is and how far away you were.

"- What the Hell are you doing here??! I'm- I'm coming okay? Stay there-" Dominick was bewildered by the circumstances of actually seeing you at the end of the tunnel- This is almost so unreal that he wonders for a second if he is even fully awake. As wonderful as this moment is, he still feels like something isn't right, he still feels like something is missing out of this puzzle, he continues to crawl but now he is cautious of getting close to you.

Keeping you alive really did benefit him in the end, intentionally or not, these circumstances seem to be the most favorable. After a good rest, he found that maybe he had at least some amount of energy left, at least barely enough to keep one last charade.

" Perdón, love, but I must use your beautiful image, just this once." This is not exactly how he planned it, if anything, trying to look like you just to trick that guy seems a bit evasive- For the first time he isn't sure if he should really use someone else's appearance to trap another person.

He can transform himself to look like whoever he wants, but because of the current situation his appearance feels more like a mockery of your figure rather than an actual adaptation, like he did with Dominick.

However, now that he was here, Other Dominick would be able to eat from someone's "love", although- Ugh, this "love" sure doesn't sound appetizing, your Dominick's love is going to be the worst thing he ate in a long while, isn't it?

It's not as pure and sweet as yours, it is drenched in doubts and unresolved issues. Self loathe mixed with regret, he did yell at you recently, hasn't he? He sure smells like a coward, not to mention how awkward this situation is.

Think of it from his perspective: He is going to eat the love that is not directed towards him- Like all his other victims- But rather, love that is directed towards you. Other Dominick is planning on eating the heart of the one who wants your heart! It's a bit gross for him.

"- Dominick! Please help, I'm over here!" This is… Probably the first time he felt like vomiting while acting, but his stomach is empty so at least there won't be a mess anywhere.

Having to interpret you like this, especially without your knowledge feels so disgusting but he hopes you'll understand he did this out of necessity. He needs this man's heart, soul and mind, anything except hurting you, he is already too attached to you to see life fade away from your body. At least you won't be here to see him do it, that would be unpleasant.

"- [Y/n]! Why- What- What's going on?? Where were you?? What the Hell is this place-" Dominick was obviously holding a lot of questions in his mind, after all the fuck is he looking at? An empty void with only "you" here, you've been gone for so long yet somehow you were inside the house all this time??

Or more like "the empty hell-looking dimension inside the house".

It didn't take long to get to end of the tunnel, finally he got close enough-

"- I- I was so scared, Dominick-" Other Dominick tried securing Dominick on a deadly last embrace so he could do this whole process faster, but for a second, Dominick could catch the difference in voice tone, and pushed himself out of his grip.

"- W-Who- What are you? WHERE 'S [Y/N]?!" He trembled when he noticed it's eyes- The monster, whatever that thing was, the person trying to imitate you had button eyes. On closer inspection, it looked- Nothing like you, nothing at all like you! It was as if your face had been stretched out and redrawn by a horror cartoonist, whatever color your skin once had was too pale to resemble something living- And your hair- How could he forget how your hair looked??

Sure, it was the same hairstyle (barely-) but the texture, the color- Even if you did share similar traits, it just looks off! There was no other way to say it, this wasn't you at all!

"- ANSWER ME! WHERE IS SHE?!" Dominick shouted his lungs out despite his voice coming out a bit horse and mild if not completely pathetic due to his previous shouting inside the Pink Palace, this creature was threatening to come closer and he couldn't let his guard down-

He wasn't prepared at all, but he couldn't let this THING know that.

"- Oh. Well, I don't see the point in continuing this- Thank you for making it easier for me." Transforming and keeping a form is not only physically stressful, it takes a lot of mental power to not constantly have an identity crisis over these little "acting sessions".

Still, even if he could be himself, who would that be? Are they still inside of him or have they long been dead?

Whoever was left now was tall, moody, monstrous and skinnier than a toothpick. He's seen better days… maybe..?

"- Please refrain from screaming, that is absolutely the worst part and I have a headache." Headaches are the absolute worst, even to someone like him- Especially someone like him!

"- OH! REALLY?! I'm sorry, your HIGHNESS! I didn't know- u-GH!" Dominick tried to taunt the monster but all it did was earn him a slap from the creature's sharp claw hands and to be tripped over effortlessly.

"- You did that on purpose, I'm almost surprised." The man sat himself on top of the pathetic man on the ground, using his back as a support, completely humiliating the human who once thought he was now storing enough to handle this sort of confrontation.

Despite Other Dominick's appearance, his REAL appearance, that is, his way of dealing with rude "quests" was firm and elegant in a way, slapping the young man in an old fashioned way.

"- Fuck off me- You didn't even answer me-" Dominick tried to sound as tough as he could, and tried to struggled out of this position- But found his attempts to be fruitless.

"- I mean, why would I? You enter my house, you yell at me, you threaten me, I think I'm not in the wrong to do this." This was the way he would normally deal with- "Rude quests", try to mess with them. Poke, poke, and poke until they manage to fall off.

"- … You're kidding me? You LURED ME IN! You tricked me by looking like my friend, which by the way- WHERE IS SHE?!" Oh, how heroic of him! His heart beats faster whenever your name is mentioned, pumping determination down his veins, how cliche.

How… Annoying.

"- I gave you one condition and you choose to not listen, no wonder she left you- What made you think I would give you that answer?" He was being serious by the way, Other Dominick hates yelling.

"- L- What are you- What did you do to her?" Dominick whispered as if he was speaking with himself and wondering what could have happened to you in this- Fiend's hands!

"- … Hmm- Not treat her unfairly? Not pretend that me being weak was entirely her fault, not blaming twelve years of loneliness on her and only her and not taking a SMIDGEN of responsibility for my lack of social skills? Not tell her she is an awful friend because of something that happened so long ago-" Other Dominick kept teased, proud of how easily he could list off the things he DIDN'T do wrong with you, he would never have treated you this way.

"- How do you know all of this-" Dominick was shut down immediately- The monster was having fun poking him until he would fall and break.

"- Shhh, wait I got more- Be there for her when she needed, gave her comfort and care while you three were having a lot of fun without her- Leaving her to wonder to a trap like a naive little butterfly-"

"- YOU were the one to set the trap in the first place! I know what I did was unfair, I know I shouldn't treat her like that for something that happened when we were kids, but I didn't mean to hurt her- YOU DID! You tried to hurt her from the very beginning, didn't you?!" Ouch. The human managed to touch the monster's ego, a subtle yet extremely painful stab in the heart.

He was taken back by this, he stayed silent thinking about his moral ground on this petty competition.

"- You DID! You stalked us and preyed on our insecurities, you're the reason she is missing! Tell me where she is or I swear to God." The wounds didn't stop coming, Dominick was now the one pushing his buttons.

"- … Can you blame a spider for setting it's web? Longing for a prey to stick it's pretty little wings on its strings? I'm only doing what my nature tells me to do." Despite it being true, Other Dominick didn't feel proud of this notion, nor did he feel like he won this battle at all.

He tried to poke him, but ended up being the one left broken over their own guilty mind.

"- Y- You couldn't- You…" At least he still believed he would be capable of hurting you, and even if that was a lie…

"- Eat her?" It would still benefit in the end, right?

"- …" No words, only a shocked expression turning from fear and disgust to pure hatred. He expected him to say a bunch of things, horrible things, anything except that!

How could someone eat another person? Unless that someone was twisted or not human at all… In Dominick's mind, that guy was both.

Ya know, hate is not really the opposite of love, it affects us in almost the same ways love affects us- Love and hate are easy to get mixed up in this horrible world we live in, so even if he couldn't take Dominick's heart by love, he could still take it by hate.

Hatred towards him. A hateful heart would be a first for his taste, but hopefully it isn't as nasty as it sounds.

To the last breath, he fought, he did the best he could, blinded by rage, hate and love, your old childhood friend was now gone. He didn't go down without hurting his opponent, no, quite the contrary-

Dominick had made sure to rip his buttons out, making Other Dominick blind while also getting rid of the buttons so he wouldn't be able to find them later. Unfortunately, he died believing that somehow, he would see you again soon, as he didn't know you were actually alive and were just on your way back home- As a bunch of townsfolk managed to recognize you and warn you about not only the time you've spent missing, but how worried sick your roommates were.

In the end, the lonely spider did get to fill their stomach and still protect the one thing it cared about, but to what end? He was right, he was a monster, eating on the flesh of someone who you care a lot about, you would never be happy here knowing how dangerous he is for you, and for others around you.

Your silence seems to confirm his suspicion.

"- I know you're there. I heard you coming through the door, and I felt you standing there for a while now."

"- !…"

"- I can… Feel your hesitation. I didn't get enough time to get rid of the mess, I-I can't actually see now, thanks to your "friend", so I can only imagine how awful it must look to you."

"- …"

"- I'm sorry for making you see this, especially it being him… I tried- I tried to…. It looks awful doesn't it? His face is probably really messed up, I thought that maybe you wouldn't recognize him."

"- But you know it's him, don't you? Who else would- Come here and try to be your savior? Your knight in shining armor…"

"- …"

"- That makes me a villain, doesn't it?"

"- A-actually you don't need to… Answer that. I always knew I was one, I just liked to pretend I wasn't… I don't remember since when I've been doing this, but I've been doing it enough to forget who I used to be."

"- …?"

"- The truth is nothing makes me feel satisfied except- Well, this. This- Horrible thing, that I probably shouldn't be- showing it to you-"

"- …-"

"- Please don't- Feel pity for me, I wouldn't accept that. You knew something was wrong with me from the start but I kept lying to you pretending this wouldn't be… This wouldn't be your end."

"- I have told myself that this wouldn't be you"

"- !!"

"- W-WAIT! I-I know you're going away- Just- I-"

…..

"- ….. She is gone…. That's… That was a great decision."

You decided to run away, you stayed still watching that awfully brutal scene for way too long, you were frozen in place before he said something along the lines of "this could have been you"- And that was all the motivation you needed to get out of there.

However, your mind couldn't stop coming back to the body of your old friend, the body that was-

You- You can't stop thinking about it! You want to scream but you just can't- You locked his door while crawling back to the Pink Palace, the tunnel seemed a lot more tight and nauseatingly longer than last time- You could feel the walls moving but you considered that maybe that was just your terrified mind.

Your body told you to escape as fast as you could, but your mind told you to go back and- And see your dead friend again, to try to get him back despite the fact that would not be possible.

The moment you got that, all you saw was red, Dominick and that monster with him- Even without the buttons you could tell he didn't have the guts to look you in the eyes.

How did this happen? Why didn't you see it coming sooner??

What- Why did you trust him?? A complete stranger from a POCKET DIMENSION INSIDE YOUR HOUSE??

WHY-

If-

" This is my fault, this is my fault, this is my fault-"

You kept replaying that scene inside your head, over and over and over again- Feeling guilty for everything you've done wrong in these past few weeks.

You trusted a monster, and now your friend is dead. You trusted a monster and now your roommates are worries as fuck about you and you can't even explain what the Hell happened to you in all of this time.

You fell for a monster that was planning on taking you out as well as Dominick.

You couldn't handle this- You can't handle this!!

You sat on the front porch crying your eyes out, not having enough strength to pull yourself out of this twisted place. A part of you was hoping that the heavy knocking from the inside meant that he was coming- And that it meant you would be gone along with your crimes.

The other part was terrified to the very soul of that possibility even happening, so when you saw the police car come by with your roommates wondering what happened and why was Dominick gone for so long- You were both relieved and worried as fuck as to how the Hell would you explain what just happened.

" The man on the other side of the door ate him?? " Was absolutely ridiculous and in no way in Hell would anyone believe you-

"- It's my fault! Pl- Please!! I did it!! TAKE ME AWAY PLEASE-" You pleaded to be taken away while crying your eyes out, despite no one's understanding of the situation you've sat there hoping they would take you far away from here.

The banging inside the house only got louder, and for once in all of these days you were worried if you actually did lock the door or not.

The policemen heard the loud banging and decided to investigate. You were being comforted by your roommates who were happy to see you but extremely worried about what happened to you and why you were mumbling nonsense. One of the policemen was trying to ask you questions but it was clear your mind wasn't in the right place at the moment, the other was investigating the sound.

All he found was blood coming from underneath a tiny door, and the key you left behind in a hurry. He thought it would be a good idea to unlock it.

There was nothing there. Just blood.

But hopefully it would be good enough for the investigation.

The local police department was already aware of the weird disappearances that happened every year in this very house, so they already had a suspicion that this wouldn't be the fault of some random young adults that decided to move here. Sure, it was scummy for them to use your group as bait, but they needed something to be able to resolve the mystery involving this house.

And you survived whatever happened here, and you clearly knew things they would love to know about- Of course, on a better time than this.

It's clear you're fragile at the moment and that you'll need sometime to recover, and besides-

There is this weird feeling of someone watching them as they take samples of the blood.

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Hello my dear!! How about 16 and 73 for the trope mash-up? Thank you!! 💖

AHHHH @fawn-eyed-girl you even gave me the opportunity to pick my own ship! It's gonna be Victuuri. Hm. Prison AU and Stranded Due to Inclement Weather

Yuuri hated these appointments. Speaking with the worst of the worst types in society as they tried to excuse their crimes by claiming they were insane. As if being committed as a psychopath was somehow better than serving time.

It was even more laughable when they claimed to be innocent.

But... who was this one?

Yuuri was only there for an evaluation. One quick in and out to confirm that Victor Nikiforov was competent to stand trial (he was) for identity theft of all things. But Yuuri did not question it. He was there because his boss told him to be there. It was an easy call. 10 minutes, in and out, paperwork signed, back to his weekend plans of playing video games.

That was, until the tornado warning. And they were ferried into a small room together, a tornado shelter, with all the others who had been in the visitor's room when the storms first came. A guard stood watching the other pair--the big tattooed man and the shabby-suited public defender--and seemed to pay Yuuri and Victor no mind.

And for whatever reason, Yuuri didn't mind. He felt surprisingly comfortable in Victor's presence, despite the man being a criminal.

"Do you think they'll deport me?" Iceberg-blue eyes stared Yuuri down, but unlike the characteristic coldness he was so used to in this place, they were wide with concern. "I can't go back."

No one would know that Victor was originally from Russia. His accent sounded smooth and exotic, but not characteristically Slavic, as if he was determined shed all of his identity when he emigrated and stole a dead man's life.

"I can't speak to what the courts or judges will say for your case," Yuuri shrugged. "I was just here for a consult on your mental health."

"You don't know what they do to ga--to people like me there," Victor murmured. "I broke the law and will pay my price to society, as long as I never have to go back."

Oh.

As if a morning fog had burned away, Yuuri saw Victor's case file again in his mind. Clearly.

"You fled because they discovered you were gay?" Yuuri asked, trying to keep himself from giving too much away about himself.

"My father is a government official. They caught me with... with someone and..." Victor was concentrating his ice-blue gaze on their entangled hands. "I had to leave."

Yuuri knew he was about to walk down a forbidden path. That Victor's attractiveness and his own sexual orientation were about to make this a massive conflict of interest, but... he didn't care. There were other psychologists who could evaluate Victor, after all.

"I have... a friend. Who helps people like us," Yuuri said; he hoped that Victor caught the double meaning. "A lawyer."

"What?" Victor's eyes widened further.

"Just... don't make me regret it," Yuuri frowned. He always thought he had great instincts, and his instinct was telling him he needed to do this.

"I--I won't," Victor said.

One would think that something like an "all-clear" signal after a tornado warning would make everyone sigh in relief, but on that day, at that moment, it was the most disappointing announcement Yuuri had ever received.

He didn't even have a chance to say goodbye.

"Yuuri?" Celestino answered the phone on the second ring. "Is everything okay? The news is talking about a tornado outbreak--"

"Victor Nikiforov. Uh. Please take on his case," Yuuri cut to the chase. "I'll pay. For everything."

"It's not like you to get attached like this," Celestino probed.

"I know but..." Yuuri gulped. "Well, when you meet Victor, you'll see."

They hung up by the time Yuuri had made it back to his car. The sky was still green, but a beam of light hit the file that was laying in the front seat, the one that said "Victor Nikiforov" on it.

"I hope I'm right," Yuuri said to the file, seeing a man so desperate to run away from persecution that he'd brave prison to avoid the gulag. "And I sure hope I get to see you again."

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restlessmaknae · 5 years

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call me, beep me

When you’re a superhero in disguise and your best friend is the next victim of a rising criminal, so you try to save him before it’s too late.

Or: Yoongi has to run a lot and he doesn’t like it.

♦ Pairing: Yoongi x reader/you

♦ Genre: action, comedy, best friends to lovers, Kim Possible!AU

♦ Words: 8.2k

♦ Warning: minor character death, mentions of blood

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Your story started like all other stories; just an ordinary girl with sometimes annoying, sometimes lovely parents and younger twin brothers who could always get on your nerves. You were a pretty average student at school, not the best yet not even the worst, but it was enough to get into university where you could finally study what you had always wanted to.

On the other hand, you had a secret. A pretty big one. While you tried to manage your studies, you were also trying to save the world. Okay, maybe let’s not be that dramatic, but you’ve definitely helped Seoul to get rid of criminals and injustice. You didn’t stick to any titulus, you could have been an Avenger, an undercover spy, Seoul’s guardian angel, it didn’t matter. Under the name of Kim Possible, you were saving people from fraud, thefts, murders or simply everyday crime acts. You had your orange wig and green contact lenses, so that no one would recognize you, and luckily, no one did for the time being.

The only person who knew about your true identity was your restless assistance personified, Jeon Jungkook who was such a smartass that he had finished high school at the age of 14 and got accepted at SNU at the age of 15, then he got a job offer from a pretty famous high-tech company when he had just graduated from university at the age of 18 (let’s not say the name of the company because of the nasty copyright issues). He was the one who helped you with your missions and did everything from stealing CCTV records to tracking down criminals, and occasionally giving you a ride when you needed it. He had been helping you ever since you started saving the world (aka Seoul) which had been already 5 years ago. Now you were a university student and he was working from home for that big company, so that he could help you with anything you needed and whenever you needed. It wasn’t that rare that you had to skip one or two classes (or maybe a bit more) because of your missions, but you’ve still nailed your major while being a badass superhero, so you actually enjoyed the adrenaline rush that came with your everyday, extra, super-not-ordinary life.

Until the day one of your loved ones was in danger.

University lectures weren’t always so incredibly fascinating but spending time with your best friend, Min Yoongi, was definitely what kept you motivated even during the worst times of your uni life. You and Yoongi’s history went way back to kindergarten where you had basically hated each other and if the other one was in the same room with you, you wouldn’t want to stay there. Hey, Yoongi had stolen your toy the first time you met, so you had every reason to hate him. Yet, you had been an overly honest and maybe a bit too annoying child, so you had never let the boy live when you had been forced to spend time together. Then, once when you had been crying in the back garden because of the kindergarten teacher yelling at you, he had been the one to come up to you, asking if you were alright. You had assumed that he wasn’t being genuine, but it turned out that he was, and that’s how you two had became absolute best friends. You were inseparable ever since that incident, and since you lived in the same neighbourhood, later on you had attended to the same elementary, then high school and lucky you, you had also gotten into the same uni, so you could spend quite some time together.

It was a tradition for you two to have lunch together every Wednesday because that’s when you had pretty similar schedules, thus finding you two at the uni’s old-schooled canteen wasn’t something to be surprised about.

“You know that guy Namjoon I’ve told you about?” Yoongi inquired when you digged your fries into the bowl of ketchup.

“Yes, I remember.” You nodded to yourself hearing the other guy’s name because Yoongi couldn’t shut up about him. At first, he had resented the boy because Yoongi was sure that his deep thoughts weren’t his own, and that him making music was just for attention, but later he had realized that Namjoon was indeed a very clever and thoughtful young man, and he made amazing music. Yet, that also meant that the two were quite the rivals although not the hair pulling one, more likely the quiet type. Both of them were musical geniuses in a different way, and so both of them were known in the Music department.

“He wants to do a song with me for one of our classes,” he told you and as if he hadn’t quite believed it himself, then he furrowed his eyebrows in question. You always thought that this certain act of his was rather cute, but you would have never dared to tell him. He would have laughed at you or teased you with it. He didn’t like to be called cute, and this preference of his went way back to your kindergarten days. “I mean, I know that I’m quite the prodigy myself-”

“Yeah, we all know that, Yoongi,” you remarked with an eye-roll that was anything but hateful. Sure, your best friend had pretty good self-esteem for a while now, but you knew that it wasn’t always like this. You had been there for him when he didn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, and you had been there for him when he was learning how to fly after his wings were cut off. So to see him being so confident actually made you happy.

“But I’ve never thought that HE would ask ME to do a song with him,” he continued as if he hadn’t heard you but affection was evident in his midnight-black orbs.

“Well, if you ask me, I think it will be a huge hit if you are the ones who make it,” you confessed frankly because those two were quite the catch. You just hoped that they would get along well.

“If we don’t kill each other before the song can be done,” Yoongi added jokingly, and you couldn’t help but join his laughter. Gosh, you always felt recharged when you spent time together with him, and it was such a blessing to have him in your life, especially because you knew that he wasn’t the kind who could open up easily. He always seemed to be so casual around the ones who were close to him but it was different with strangers. You both knew it well.

You talked about bits and bobs for a few more minutes before you both headed to your own lectures. You said goodbye to your best friend with a smile on your face, and that smile was still playing on your lips when you got to your assigned lecture hall. However, it was soon replaced by a concerned expression when your phone buzzed and you saw the caller’s name on the screen.

Smartass

Jungkook had never called you before for no reason, so you assumed that it was about another mission or some info he had gathered ever since you last talked to him. You knew it was better to pick him up, so you tried your best to leave the lecture hall without making a scene, and walked to the nearest restroom. You closed the cubicle on you and picked up the phone. Jungkook immediately cut to the chase.

“You know you’ve told me that I should look into the Yoonjae case, right?” he asked firmly, yet you could detect some anxiety behind his words. He wasn’t one to be dissuaded even if a mission was dangerous, so you were convinced that his uncertainty must have been for another reason.

“Yeah, I know.” You nodded to yourself as you recalled all the information you had known about the said Yoonjae. He had been with a gang for quite some time now, doing some crimes here and there, yet he had been seen to be flying off to Daegu and then back just in a few days’ time which was rare because these criminals and especially Yoonjae didn’t like to change locations, especially not using his real ID at the Daegu motel he had stayed in. He wasn’t on the police’s wanted list, but he could have been easily caught. That’s why you asked Jungkook to look into his case, and find anything that could give away his intention behind his sudden Daegu move.

“I’ve found whom is he after,” the boy announced, and you immediately turned on your Kim Possible self. Straight face, eyes full of determination and body ready for action.

“Whom?” you asked unwaveringly, yet the moment Jungkook responded, you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Your best friend, Min Yoongi.”

“What do you mean he’s after Yoongi? What on Earth Yoongi has to do anything with Yoonjae?”

It was the first thing you asked from Jungkook when you rushed into his flat not long after the call. You couldn’t just sit still, and the IT guy didn’t dare to tell you anything on the phone because who knows who else would hear you or track you down. You knew that you would need him and his super evidences anyway if you wanted to believe anything that he was supposed to tell you. Which was still odd, you had no idea why a thug like Yoonjae would come after your best friend when he was one of the most ordinary guys you had ever known? Okay, maybe he wasn’t that ordinary since he had a wealthy family with a father who was the CEO of a company that everyone knew and they practically lived in a mansion in the outskirts of Seoul, but apart from that, Yoongi had nothing to do with extraordinary stuff. Plus, you were sure that he had nothing to do with the Seoul underworld, let alone Yoonjae himself.

On the other hand, Jungkook was clearly of a different opinion as he let you in and motioned you to come sit beside him at the table. Then, he pointed at the collage of pictures on his computer and turned back to you.

“Remember that you’ve told me to look into who’s been calling Yoongi lately?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow in question. He didn’t need to ask twice. Even though Yoongi merely shrugged the incident off, you couldn’t let it be. Your gut feeling had never deceived you, and it seemed that it didn’t deceive you this time either. Someone had been calling Yoongi from a private number in the last few weeks and even when your best friend picked up the phone for the first time, the person on the other side of the phone didn’t say anything, yet kept calling him back.

“Well, it was Yoonjae,” Jungkook confirmed as he pointed at the voice call history of Yoongi’s, then showed a few other piece of evidence. You couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw a familiar figure on the screen; Yoongi’s father.

“Apparently, Mr Min has another son who has nothing that Yoongi has, and who had to grow up on the streets. I couldn’t find a lot of information on the mother but it’s certain that she died not long after Yoonjae turned 9, and even until then, they had been suffering to get by. It seems that he didn’t know for a long time that Mr Min is his father, only after the press conference of the launch of the new Min hotel chain in Daegu did he start getting into action. I couldn’t get info on everything he did, but he did hack into the Daegu Central Hospital’s archive to look for his profile and it clearly states that Min Yoontaek is his father. The same one as Yoongi’s. They were both born in Daegu, there’s only a one-year age gap between them, and there are even similarities between their faces. The question is if Mr Min knows that he has another son or he has no idea, because he had his arranged marriage not long after he had left Yoonjae’s mother. If it was coincidental or intentional, I don’t know,” the boy let you know in one-go, avoiding any kind of emotional attachment when it came to the shared information. You remembered when you had told him that no matter what, neither of you should get too carried away by your emotions if one of your loved ones was in danger because that would put even more people in danger.

However, now that you had listened to Jungkook’s words and got to know that one of the rising criminals in Seoul was looking for your best friend, you weren’t sure that you would be able to keep your promise. You simply nodded to let the IT guy know that you had processed the information, thus he kept on explaining the situation.

“When Yoonjae went to Daegu some time ago, I’ve tracked him down and got to know that he went to visit his mother’s grave and then the abandoned warehouse where he grew up. He must have reminisced about his past and started planning his revenge because that’s when he made the first mistake with the phone calls. I’ve looked through Mr Min’s and Yoongi’s phone call history too and they have both received calls from the same private number which I’ve tracked back to the warehouse in Daegu.”

As the story started to unfold in front of your eyes, more and more pieces fell into their place. You would have never assumed that the fact that Yoonjae had been to Daegu lately had anything to do with his birthplace, let alone Yoongi’s birthplace. Not to mention the mysterious phone calls. You had thought that it was one of your rivals or a petty criminal who came back after you had destroyed him. However, never in your wildest dreams would you have thought that Yoongi and Yoonjae were brothers. Especially not after spending so much time with the Min’s and looking up to Mr Min like a role model. It’s not like he had to know about Yoonjae but still. You were feeling quite nauseous.

“But why? Why would he want to get his revenge? Especially on Yoongi?” You furrowed your eyebrows in question, looking at Jungkook for help. The most difficult part of catching the criminals was identifying the intention behind their actions. Sometimes it could help the investigation part massively, but sometimes (like in this case) it was essential to know the bad guys’ real intentions in order to move on with anything.

“Maybe he wants to have the life Yoongi has now.” The guy shrugged his shoulders and gave you a bittersweet smile.

“But Yoongi never showed off his family’s wealth, and doesn’t even want to follow his father’s footsteps,” you protested right away, but it seemed as if you had just tried to convince yourself. There was no need for emotions anyway; what mattered was the fact that Yoonjae was after your best friend, and you had to help Yoongi as much as you could, in any way you could. Jungkook seemed to have been of the same opinion as he added one more thing.

“But one thing is for sure, someone started messing with the Min’s mansion’s security system, and someone logged into Yoongi’s university profile from Daegu,” he showed the screenshots of the evidence on his screen, and it was enough for you to put a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. You were as thankful as never before.

“How do you know all these things?” you inquired in awe even though Jungkook was saved as Smartass in your phone for a reason. He had worked his ass off to get where he was, he didn’t even like if he was called genius because he wasn’t born genius, he merely spent his free time as a child solving Maths problems and learning how to use computers for his own entertainment, but at least you had a reliable and hardworking person by your side. You knew you could always trust him.

“I always keep my eyes on you and your loved ones,” he confessed with a bittersweet smile, putting his hand on top of yours. You were lucky to have him as your partner (in crime) and as your friend because he was excellent in both fields. You just wished sometimes that he had chosen a different life without constant danger and the possibility of getting caught. Yet knowing him the chances of you two getting caught was as thin as it could ever be.

“Thank you, Jungkook,” you added genuinely, and let your emotions take control for one last time before you held your chin up high and started planning how you would secure Yoongi and the mansion he lived in. You discussed the details thoroughly with Jungkook and after innocently writing to Yoongi if you could come over and him agreeing, you had nothing else but to get into action.

It wasn’t the first time you had been to the Min’s mansion, of course it wasn’t, but it was the first time you went over to his house for a mission. For a mission regarding his whole family.

That’s why you were more nervous than usual, yet as you’ve learned during all those years behind you, you had to keep it all to yourself and focus on your task even if it took everything in you not to get him to a safe place as soon as possible. Yoonjae wasn’t the most dangerous criminal out of all but his reputation was growing rapidly due to the gruesome and horrendous things he had done so far. You didn’t want your best friend to become his next victim, and so you’ve tried to be cautious while also being casual about it.

However, when you two bumped into Mr Min in the hallway, your smile wavered a bit.

“Are you staying for dinner as well?” the man inquired with the same loving smile he had always directed at you. As a child, you always looked up to him, he was kind, intelligent and very hard-working. All he had been working for had paid off, and never once did he show off, never once did he take opportunity of his wealth. Even if they lived in a luxurious mansion, they welcomed you as if you belonged there with your average family and never once did they make you feel any different because of your upbringing. So could this man really abandon a child? His child? Could he have not known about Yoonjae?

“Oh, about that…” You started hesitantly, not sure how to install the extra cameras in the mansion without staying longer than expected. Jungkook had told you that he could get his hands on the mansion’s cameras and monitor everything real time, but they didn’t provide enough angles, and Yoonjae must have been aware of the possible sneaky ways to get in. No wonder he had already hacked into their database, he was probably planning how to get inside while not appearing on the screen.

“Just stay. There’s no need to hurry,” Mr Min continued and averted his eyes to his son. “That’s what you were about to say, Yoongi, right?” He raised an eyebrow curiously, and if he hadn’t been your best friend, you would have laughed at the expression on Yoongi’s face. He was seriously hilarious, the way he knitted his eyebrows and frowned at his father. It was comical.

“Of course.” He rolled his eyes and gently pushed you, so that you would start walking towards his room. “We’ll be down when dinner is ready,” he shouted back as he kept on pushing you forward until you were in his room, and soon enough you found yourself in one of his revolving chairs (your favourite one), looking at the photos on his wall as you were spinning round and round.

Countless photos of Yoongi and you. Your first picture together, taken in the kindergarten, playing in the sand together. A toothy photo of you and your sixth birthday cake and a petite Yoongi who was caught on camera singing Happy birthday to you but rather looked like he was about to sneeze. A teary photo of you two on your first day of elementary school, him still clinging onto his mother. A camping photo with both your families, smiling and laughing while roasting marshmallows by the fire. A photo of you with your first ever bottle of soju, you scrunching your nose as you looked down at the alcohol. A photo taken in front of your school’s gate after graduation, your mother pressing a kiss onto your forehead while you were trying to protest. A photo by that Jeju momentum where you went with Yoongi, just the two of you to celebrate your graduation. You smiling at him as you were learning the dance for your freshers’ week camp at university. You and him on your last birthday.

You let out a bitter smile as you looked through the photos yet again. Your thoughts kept going back to Yoonjae and the feeling he must have had. He could have had it all. Not the friendship with you but the loving family, the vacations, the summer camps, the financial support for his studies, the trips abroad… You started to feel bad knowing that there was a boy out there who had never spent a minute with his real father. At least, not that you know of.

“We have quite a history, right?” Yoongi mused loudly when he caught you staring at the wall. You spinned around to face him who was sitting on the edge of his bed, almond-shaped, mahogany eyes searching for yours in the dim-light of his room.

“Yes, we do.” You nodded in agreement, letting a smile spread across your lips. You would have never thought that he would mean so much to you after stealing your toy in kindergarten, but life can be funny sometimes. There’s no way you can predict everything. “But you’re still the dumbass I used to know,” you teased him cheekily as you stood up and walked up to him.

“Hey! I got in as a music major and that’s what matters,” he pointed out with a shit-eating grin, and you wished you could swipe off that smirk of his. However, as you were about to smack him in the chest, you calculated poorly and almost fell onto him. Luckily, Yoongi caught you in time, and you could merely blink at him without saying a word. Such closeness made you uncomfortable, even with your best friend who was a grown up man now and that shouldn’t have mattered but it did, so you immediately backed away and murmured something like a hasty thanks.

Thankfully, you didn’t get into situations like this for the rest of the day with him. Even though the dinner with the Mins was the first dinner that made you feel uneasy because of the brand new information about Mr Min, you tried your best to hide it, and by the end of the meal, you were almost sure that the head of the family couldn’t have known about Yoonjae. He wouldn’t have left a child alone like that.

In the end, the dinner stretched so long that Yoongi suggested that you should stay for the night as well which you did because you hadn’t done your job and you still had to install more secret cameras. So you stayed and did what you were supposed to do, letting Jungkook now that everything was going well on your part. Yoongi didn’t even suspect anything because he was taking a shower while you were taking care of the cameras and he always took such long hours, it was ridiculous.

After him, it was your turn to cool yourself down and change into your casual grey sweatpants and oversized shirt, getting comfortable on the bed beside his. When you were staying at the Min’s mansion for the night, he always slept with you in one of the guestrooms even though you told him that you were perfectly fine with a mattress and that you were perfectly fine sleeping on your own. He strongly opposed to both of your suggestions and when you asked why, he merely said a casual ‘just because’. Yeah, Min Yoongi was really something.

You were just about to slip into the dreamworld after talking until almost 2AM when you heard your phone buzzing. Jungkook was calling you, so that had to mean only one thing; he had found something regarding the Yoonjae case.

“Do you ever sleep, Jungkook?” You rubbed your eyes after quietly exiting the room and tried to talk as quietly as possible.

“It’s urgent. Yoonjae is coming your way. He’s coming to the Min’s house,” the boy got to the point straight away, and you swore your heart skipped a beat. You couldn’t calm down until Jungkook had told you the exact details and while he did so, you started thinking about possible scenarios but it was nothing compared to the sight of Yoonjae climbing over the walls of the mansion while Jungkook was telling you through the phone that someone had shutted down the cameras before Yoonjae got in. He couldn’t see anything apart from the footages from the installed cameras.

“Okay, I can see it again,” Jungkook updated a minute later when you hurried down, left the house using the back door and positioned yourself, so that you could surprise Yoonjae when he was about to get to the front door of the building. What? Did he really just want to walk into the house like that? Without back-up, without weapons? You highly doubted and your hands rested a bit longer on the gun in your hoodie. You were prepared as well, you were Kim Possible in incognito after all. You never let your guards down, not even on a supposedly casual night like this.

“Surprise,” you cooed smoothly when the guy was about to open the front door (or at least to try to do it) and directed a punch straight at his nose. It was enough to surprise him but not enough to knock him down, but you knew it anyway. You were prepared for his attack which came in an angry kick into your stomach.

After that, it was a very messy fight with lots of kicks and turns and jumps. As expected, Yoonjae wasn’t one to give up, and what scared you was the fact that he didn’t say anything. Even though you weren’t in your Kim Possible costume, not even the hair colour was matching, he must have assumed that you were some kind of a bodyguard for the Mins or at least someone who had seen him coming. Neither of you gave up, not even when you were getting weary in the fight, and not until someone actually walked out of the house, did you two take a step back from each other.

“Go back in!” You shouted at the clueless Yoongi who had clearly no idea what you were doing with a stranger in his garden at the break of dawn. However, when nothing happened for a split of a second, Yoonjae got into action and launched himself forward, but you also reached for him, and kicked him from the back. While he was trying to get up, you ran up to Yoongi and grabbed his hand, dragging him with you. You needed a safe place as soon as possible. Which turned out to be anything but his house when you noticed masked men coming down from the rooftop and Yoonjae bringing out a gun. You also reached for yours as you were pulling Yoongi with you, and when he caught sight of the weapon in your hand, his eyes doubled in size.

“Is that a gun?” He shrieked in horror, and you were surprised that was the only thing he had asked you while you were running with him from a bunch of criminals without telling him who they were and why you were supposed to run away from them.

“Yes, Yoongi, it is a gun.” You sighed when you looked back and saw that the man were slower than you. Lucky for you, you were in good condition but the same couldn’t be said about your best friend. He was already panting even if you had been running for a minute.

“Since when do you have a gun?” he asked in sheer terror, and you didn’t dare to let go of his hand, so you just dragged him after you. You had already exited the main area of the garden and you were going for the back fence where you could easily get out and start running in the nearby woods. You always knew that if something happened to the Mins, they had a pretty good location considering that they lived in the outskirts right beside the woods and not far from some cheap motel and convenience store district. Well, that ‘not far’ seemed very far now seeing all those masked men behind you and the ever so weak Yoongi.

“Since I was 17,” you answered honestly, leading the way while he followed you diligently as much as he could. You knew that they wouldn’t actually shot him (or at least you hoped so) because they needed him alive and they just wanted to corner him. Well, not on your watch.

“But that’s illegal!” The guy shouted frantically, stopping for a second to catch his breath, but you immediately nudged him to get moving again. You had a place in mind, but you weren’t sure that you would be able to get there at this rate without getting caught.

“Welcome to my world!” You remarked ironically, fighting your way through trees and bushes. It wasn’t easy to get through the woods but you knew the area well and Yoonjae and his gang members didn’t. That’s how you could cut your run short and leave their sight before even them knowing, running until the first possible hideout you could find which turned out to be a motel that seemed at least two decades old. You didn’t care though, you asked for a room while constantly hissing Yoongi not to ask questions and when you could finally close the room’s door on you, you turned to your best friend who was walking up and down like a maniac. He seemed to be over the edge not knowing anything, and the sight broke your heart. You knew you couldn’t have told him anything because you had to run away from those men, but you didn’t realize just how difficult it would be to confess when you finally ran out of excuses.

“Yoongi, I’ll explain everything, just sit down and listen to me!” You practically ordered him because you knew that nice words wouldn’t be effective in the long run, and the boy seemed that if he didn’t get to know about the truth soon, he would explode.

So you did. You told him everything you had gathered about Yoonjae and your assumptions regarding his plan, and you also had to tell him about your whole superhero identity and then you remembered that he hadn’t even known about Jungkook either, so you kind of threw everything onto him in one go. The more he asked, the more anxious you felt because revealing everything to him felt like baring your soul. It dawned on you just how much he didn’t know about your secret life, and he must have thought the same, seeing those dying stars in his eyes. You had never seen him so disappointed and confused in your life, and guilt started bubbling up inside of you. You couldn’t even justify yourself and tell him that you hadn’t confessed everything for his own sake because he stood up before you could start another explanation and shook his head.

“I can’t believe it. This Yoonjae guy must be crazy if he wants to scare me away because I have nothing to do with him. I don’t care who did the paternity test, I would know if my father had another child! He couldn’t have, there’s no way he has another child, no way! He’s the most honest man I know, he wouldn’t lie to us!” Yoongi yelled furiously, making you shiver in fear. You had never seen him so angry before and it made you crazily worry about the outcome of this conversation.

“But it’s not even sure that he knows about his other child,” you added, but it was just more oil to the fire. He furrowed his eyebrows angrily, his lips quivering. He was so full of rage that you started to fear him; it was ironic how you weren’t afraid to face bad guys and criminals but when it came to your best friend and his feelings, you didn’t feel so brave anymore.

“Why would I believe any of your words when you had been lying to me all this time, teaming up with a genius kid behind my back?” He spitted angrily, his words aiming at your heart like bullets.

Was it all in vain? Was trying to keep him safe and sound while you were doing all kinds of life-threatening missions in vain? Was you trying to save the city from injustice and criminals in vain when you couldn’t even save the one who meant the most? When he didn’t even want to believe you even if he knew you all his life?

“Yoongi, I-”

“I don’t care,” he cut you off rudely, and the fire you saw in his eyes was nothing compared to that burning desire when he was talking about music. Oh no, it was raging fire, the kind that can kill in an instant without leaving anything behind. Now that you looked at him, you saw a tiny bit of Yoonjae in his eyes, and the correspondence made your heart churn.

With that, Yoongi turned on his heels and the sound of the door slamming echoed in the room for a long time after he had left. The only thing that reassured you was the fact that you had put a monitoring device on him while you were running away from the gang, so Jungkook could track him down as long as Yoongi’s favourite grey hoodie was on him. After making the call to the IT guy about the recent events and asking him to make sure that he follows your best friend, you threw your phone onto the bed and let your legs give in. Not because of the painful running but because of the painful words Yoongi had said to you.

You might have just lost your best friend when you most wanted to save him.

Uncertainty was eating you up alive, and the more time you spent without Yoongi, the more you missed him. You were so worried about him that you practically moved into Jungkook’s apartment, so that you could monitor where he was. It hadn’t even been two days after your last encounter with him, but his words still hurt just as much as they did on that fateful night. The fact that he didn’t answer your calls, nor did he reply to your messages let you know that he didn’t want you to be a part of his life anymore, and if not his presence, this thought alone was enough to make you weak quite literally.

“You know, you have to eat to have some energy. If Yoonjae shows up, you better be recharged and kick his ass, not just watch whatever he’s doing because you are too weak to do anything,” Jungkook reasoned rationally as he put a bowl of instant noodles on the dining table after you had declared that you weren’t hungry and didn’t ladle from the pot.

You knew what he had said was right, but you were so sick of thinking what Yoongi might be feeling because of you. You had never intended to hurt him, and keeping the Kim Possible identity to yourself was also just a way for you to protect the ones you loved. That’s why you were also wearing a wig and contact lenses when you were on a mission; you lessened the chances of your real self resurfacing, thus you lessened the chances of your loved ones getting hurt. A huge part of you totally understood Yoongi’s withdrawal and you felt like you were being punished like this for lying so much, but a tiny part of you didn’t get how a guy like him couldn’t understand your intentions. Not to mention that you two had known each other since you were little. Didn’t it mean anything to him?

“I know.” You breathed out heavily and looked down at the bowl of steaming noodles. You grabbed the chopsticks with a heavy heart, and started eating. You saw from the corner of your eyes that the guy let out a sigh in relief when he finally got somewhere with his nudging. You knew he wasn’t one to make his own meals, he was rather the takeout kind of guy, but he even tried his best to cook something decent when you were there.

“Yoongi probably feels the same way. He just wouldn’t admit that he was caught up in his emotions when you told him everything,” Jungkook remarked between two bites, and you couldn’t help but scoff.

“Then he should admit it by now. Two days is more than enough to make me feel miserable,” you fumed, spitting some of the food accidentally.

“Boys are like that. It’s harder for us to admit things,” Jungkook said matter-of-factly, and gave you a kind smile. Well, even if he spoke from first-hand experience, and you knew that he would never lie just to reassure you, it didn’t make anything easier. You tried your best to be as understanding as possible, yet you were this close to break into the Min’s mansion to have a proper conversation with your best friend.

You spent the rest of the dinner quietly, not exchanging more than a few words. Then, you took a shower and jumped into fresh clothes, carefully monitoring the location of Yoongi’s device in between everything you did. Considering that Jungkook didn’t have a huge flat and he had two couches instead of one bed and one couch, you slept on one of the couches and he occupied the other one. You took turns when it came to sleeping, so that one of you would always keep an eye on the Min’s mansion and Yoongi’s device. You were sure that Yoonjae was preparing for another attack like last time, and even though you had called Mrs Min to inquire if they were alright and she said that they were doing okay and tightening security, you couldn’t be sure about Yoongi’s safety.

You weren’t even surprised when Jungkook woke you up from your sleep, saying that he didn’t know what was going on, but Yoongi seemed to have been moving at the crack of dawn and the Mins’ security cameras were acting up and showing a totally different day’s camera roll than it originally was. You immediately got to your feet, ready for action, but of course you had to listen to Jungkook’s piece of information to the fullest to be prepared and well-informed. Then, you left the house and got in Jungkook’s car to get closer to where Yoongi currently was. You parked a bit further from the scene to not make any noise, and listened to Jungkook’s instructions through your earphone. It was easy with his help to catch sight of Yoongi and another man, and as soundlessly as you could, you started following them. The IT guy was constantly talking to you, letting you know that there weren’t any CCTV cameras in the area, so he couldn’t check those. You needed to be extra careful. You should have thought that Yoonjae wouldn’t bring Yoongi somewhere where he could get caught by the cameras.

“I’m not your brother if you want to kill me.”

It was the first sentence you heard from Yoongi’s mouth and it surprised you just how brave (or reckless) he was to say such things when you noticed that Yoonjae was holding a knife to your best friend’s side. You were pretty sure that he tried to kidnap him to use him as a hostage and force Mr Min to accept him as his son. There was no other sensible reason he would have had to threaten his brother.

“I don’t want to kill you unless it’s the only way I can have my place in the family. You have everything I deserve to have. I’m the firstborn after all,” Yoonjae retorted angrily, and if it wouldn’t have been for his choice of words, you would have taken some pity on him. However, you found it extremely extreme to kill someone because he had a life that Yoonjae could only sought after. Even if he felt like it was unfair to not have an ordinary life with a loving family like Yoongi’s, it wasn’t the best way to get what he wanted.

That’s when you decided to get into action and with a well-calculated move, you kicked Yoonjae from the back. It was enough to surprise him to the point of him dropping the knife he was holding, and it was enough for you to grab Yoongi and start running with him in the other direction they were heading, the direction where you came from. You only needed to get to your car and leave as soon as possible, because you highly doubted that Yoonjae would be able to catch up with you, even if he ran back to his own car (if he had any, you guessed that they got here by car).

You were running, turning corners and looking back constantly, and you were reassured that Yoongi didn’t let go of your hand, neither did he want to run away from you when you were about to save him. It made your heart feel at ease for a bit, but your sudden presence seemed to have a different effect on Yoongi.

“Since when did you become so good at fighting?” he asked in awe, still catching his breath. He should have practiced running in the last two days, you noted, as you picked up your pace because Yoonjae was slowly reaching you.

“Since when did you believe that I was attending English classes every afternoon? I can’t even say two correct sentences.”

“But I suck at English. How was I supposed to check if you were good at it?” he shrieked frantically, not believing that you were using your non-existent English classes to master martial arts and fighting techniques. He probably wouldn’t have thought that you even knew how to kick someone in the balls. Well, you did, and it would come in handy because without you he would have been a dead meat for sure.

“I made it to be a believable lie. That’s what I do now,” you explained hastily, looking back yet another time.

Yoonjae was screaming behind you, threatening to kill you and Yoongi while holding the knife in his hands. Yoongi didn’t seem to be too bothered by it though, but you wished you could shut him up already because you didn’t hear Jungkook well through your earphones. He was telling you where to go, where to turn because you also had a monitoring device on you like Yoongi, and Jungkook also knew where your car was. However, listening to Yoongi’s constant questions, it was difficult to concentrate on all these things at once, so when you next took a turn, you grabbed Yoongi by the collar, dragged him with you behind two huge containers, and kissed him.

You didn’t intend to take it to such extremes, but you had no idea how else to shut him up, plus you always kind of wanted to kiss him and test the waters, see if you were the only one who felt this way, or he always looked at you as more than a friend.

“Just shut up already, you idiot,” you whispered when you broke free from the kiss, and waited until Yoonjae ran further and then grabbed Yoongi and ran back to the car. It was in an alley that you had already passed, but thanks to Jungkook’s genius idea, it was the easiest way to make sure that you two had enough time to get in the car, start the engine and start moving before Yoonjae could put the pieces together and come up with something.

Which he did eventually, and tried running after you, and even though you knew that he wouldn’t be able to catch up, you constantly checked if he was following you, and even when you got to an area where there were traffic lights, he didn’t give up and ran straight after you, straight into fatal consequences.

At first, you only heard another car’s screeching tires but then there was also a loud thud and silence for a moment. You pulled away, looked back and put your hand over your mouth when you saw a body on the ground, blood already painting a ruby-red halo around him. His leg was also in a weird angle, and he seemed to be struggling to get up. You knew that he wouldn’t be able to move anytime soon, let alone attack you, so after exchanging a quick glance with Yoongi, you both got out of the car and got to the scene with the bleeding Yoonjae and the driver of the car who was already calling the ambulance.

“I deserved to have everything you have now, you scumbag,” Yoonjae said hoarsely as he pointed at Yoongi, a devilish smile forming on his lips. He was smiling only until he started coughing up blood, and then it was over. It was over for him.

You didn’t even look at the driver who was freaking out and trying to resuscitate him, you only looked at Yoongi to see if he was alright. In that moment, the way he looked at you held something vulnerable, something personal. Maybe that’s when he realised what you must have been going through to fight off crimes and to fight for justice. Maybe he realised that it wasn’t the first death you had seen, and that it could be his as well if you weren’t trying to save him. Maybe he realised that not telling him about this part of your life was for the better.

No matter what, that night sealed not just the Mins’ fate but also yours with him.

“I swear you two are worse than criminals,” Jungkook remarked as he shook his head, seeing you being all lovey-dovey with Yoongi.

Truth to be told, that very bold kiss on your part was totally unplanned (but effective), yet you couldn’t deny that if it hadn’t been for that kiss, you probably wouldn’t have confessed to each other for a long time. The aftermath of Yoonjae’s death lasted for a few days, but even then you started to speak to each other again, and somehow the previous events healed your relationship with Yoongi, so when he asked about your feelings on one spring night, you decided to be honest with him. After telling him everything about your secret superhero identity, this wasn’t even as difficult as you had assumed that it would, yet the seconds until he also shared how he felt were more than nerve-wrecking. You knew that Yoongi wasn’t always the man of words, so it was enough for you when he leaned in for another kiss and blurted out that he had a crush on you since you gave him the last gummy bear from your birthday gummy collection in grade 6. That confession surely changed the atmosphere after the sensual kiss, but you didn’t mind. Being friends with him for almost all your life, you knew that you both had your own immature and serious sides. It was just how you liked him.

“I just wanted you guys to get to know each other,” you hissed at Jungkook and playfully smacked him in the chest, trying to distract him from the game.

You three were in Yoongi’s room, playing games on his tv, and you were stuck between the two guys as you had already fallen out of the game, and they were still going strong, as competitive as never before.

“I can’t wait to hear the most embarrassing stories about you,” Jungkook cheekily added, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Focus on the game, Jungkook!”

“Hey! Are you taking his side?” your boyfriend complained childishly, and you merely pressed a kiss on his cheek as your response. You knew that it would be enough of an answer, and you knew that Jungkook wouldn’t be angry. He was practically married to his computer anyway, he didn’t have eyes for anyone else, and honestly, you didn’t have eyes for anyone but Yoongi either.

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