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List of "admiring you from afar (knowing that's all I can do)" prompts

Character B saying happy birthday to Character A – and not because they have Character A on social media but it's because they remember Character A mentioning their birthday once in that Discord call they had from over a month ago.

Character B making Character A feel seen in ways they haven’t felt seen before.

“How'd you remember that? I don't even remember saying that,” Character A murmurs while Character B just shrugs and smiles a little. “I guess my memory’s better than yours,” they gently tease while their heart aches a little at just how much they remember about Character A without Character A even realising; knowing they can never say anything about it.

“I talked about this so long ago. How'd you–” “I guess my memory's still intact, which isn't a bad thing.” “But I mentioned it once and yet you...” “Well, sometimes having a good memory is a funny thing, isn’t it?”

“You’re always so quiet so I’m surprised you even remember me doing that,” Character A comments, to which Character B replies to with a shrug and a quietly murmured, “And just because I’m quiet doesn’t mean I don’t notice things.”

“Are you secretly keeping tabs on me?” Character A questions, expecting Character B to go along with the joke. Instead, Character B falls silent and turns away from them (just so the fast reddening of their cheeks isn’t visible).

“…You don’t remember things about someone you don’t care about – especially for things that aren’t even worth remembering.” “And how are you so sure of that?” “I’ve been in your shoes before, that’s why.”

“Even my own partner doesn’t remember that. And yet you…”

“You know I’m with [character C’s name],” Character A says, looking at their feet instead of Character B. “I know,” Character B says, voice soft, heart feeling heavier than before at the mention of that. “I know, and yet I… I can’t help but notice these little things about you; the way your smile looks, the way you laugh at the most ridiculous shit, the bounce to your steps when you’re happy; remember the stuff you say, even if you don’t remember them. I can’t help but…” they trail off, swallowing heavily.

“I’ve always admired you from afar and I don’t plan on changing that. I don’t plan on intervening. I don’t plan on confusing you. I’m going to keep my distance, because I don’t want to hurt you in any way shape or form. I don’t want to mess things up.”

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Cybird's crying boys

I think I understand Roger's crying kink...

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Elbie is THE STANDARD.

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I love making posts about this trio

Aaa and sorry for my inactivity exam season is driving me insane 😞😞

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You ever think about Geminis? Like Arthur, Vlad, Dazai, Clavis, Harrison, Seth, 707, Saeran Choi, and Caleb from LADS all having the same birthday in that smol span of time?

‘Cause I often think about Geminis.

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1, 2, 3... GO! Share a piece of your current work in progress and let it shine for all of us to see! >:3

MICHELLE! It's been such a long time and I honestly hope you're okay! Thank you for the ask <3 Love you and take care! That said, here is a small bit of what I'm working on <3

"You need to leave." Chevalier warned, his words bearing very little weight compared to the smouldering lust in his gaze.

In spite of his words, the poor king was barely able to keep his hands from tightening their hold on your waist as you straddled his lap, pressed yourself up against him and rutted your clothed cunt over his hard bulge.

Caught between the burning desire to have you and the reasonable part of his brain urging him to make you leave.

"I have a meeting with-" His voice caught in his throat as you pressed an open mouthed kiss on his nape, just above his pulsing point, a mischievous smirk blooming on your lips at his reaction.

"A meeting with who?" You repeated, tilting your head to the side and flashing him an innocent smile. As if you hadn't just stolen his ability to think and speak.

God, if he could, if the both of you had enough time, he would have bent you over his desk to fuck the attitude out of you in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, time was a rare delicacy for the King of Rhodolite, and you knew this. You knew this and used it to your advantage.

You knew how weak he was for your advances, in spite of the cold exterior he used to hide the passion simmering beneath his skin. You knew how weak he was for your touch, your warmth and your everything.

@aquagirl1978 Don't know if you're still active but this made me think of you <3

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PLEASE THIS IS GOLDEN! THIS IS FOOD!

Groom Training ~ Licht Klein

Special Story: The Groom Who Just Can’t Help but Pamper His Bride

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do take some creative liberty to make it flow nicely in English, so it's not a one-to-one translation. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Prince. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

NSFW | Explicit Content | MDNI!

CW: biting, oral (f!receiving), vaginal sex

Episode 1 | Episode 2 | Episode 3 | Epilogue | Special Story

What if you were a groom who couldn’t help but pamper his bride—

Congratulatory messages arrived from other countries, and nobles and merchants visiting the palace began to offer their congratulations.

My awareness of becoming a groom grew stronger.

Licht: “Oh, Emma…”

When I returned to the castle after completing my soldiers’ training, I spotted Emma and an elderly nobleman at the end of the corridor.

From her happy—and embarrassed—smile, it’s clear at a glance what they were talking about.

(We haven’t officially announced it yet, but rumors of the wedding have spread all over the country.)

(With all the congratulatory messages from the nobles, it’s almost like it’s an open secret…)

(If Emma looks happy, then that’s fine.)

Emma had been busy lately with various preparations and dealing with visitors.

But it was a happy kind of busy.

Seeing Emma with her constant smile on her face made my heart warm, even though we weren’t able to spend much time together.

I thought about talking to her, but I decided not to interrupt her.

Emma: “Licht!”

Emma waved with a blossoming smile.

(She noticed.)

(And what’s with that smile? Too cute.)

The option of just ignoring her disappeared in an instant, and my body moved to Emma of its own accord.

Licht: “What were you talking about?”

Emma: “How you’re a really handsome guy and a groom I can be proud of because you always love me.”

Licht: “…What, is that it?”

When I saw the elderly nobleman, I received a generous nod.

(From this perspective, it seems like they really were talking about me.)

(She was laughing so happily…)

At the same time as I began feeling embarrassed, a hint of jealousy arose in my mind that someone other than me had seen that smile.

(No, what’s the point in getting jealous over something like that?)

(I’m going to be the groom, so I need to be more responsible.)

Emma: “Oh…Licht, could you lower your head a bit?”

Licht: “Eh…Why?”

When I lowered my head as instructed, Emma’s hand reached out to me—

(……)

Emma: “Got it. There was some mud on your forehead.”

Licht: “Mud…”

Emma: “You were training with your soldiers, right? I think you must’ve gotten it then.”

Emma: “But I got it off now, so it’s okay.”

Licht: “Thank you.”

(I thought I was going to get a head pat just now.)

(……)

(Why’s my heart so noisy?)

Even when I touched the spot on my forehead that Emma had wiped, I couldn’t understand why.

--

Another day—

Emma: “Just in time. You can have a taste if you’d like.”

I walked into the kitchen and Emma came running toward me with a basket in her hands.

Emma: “I was just baking some sweets to serve to the guests…”

In the basket there were rows of baked goods all giving off a fragrant smell.

Emma picked up a dariole from the bunch and handed it to me.

(I wonder if it’s okay if I just eat it from Emma’s hand like this.)

Feeling my heart suddenly begin to race, I placed my fingers on Emma’s hand and brought my mouth close to the dariole.

Emma: “……”

For some reason, Emma’s eyes were also burning with heat, and she swallowed hard—

Maid: “Lady Emma, your visitor has arrived…Oh!”

The maid peeked into the kitchen and turned away apologetically.

(They saw everything… it’s not like I’d be in any trouble if they saw me though.)

I’d been trying so hard to be a good groom lately.

I felt a little embarrassed that I was seen having Emma spoil me.

Licht: “……”

I lightly grabbed her outstretched hand and took the dariole in my mouth.

Licht: “Delicious as always.”

Emma looked like she was trying to suppress something—

Emma: “That’s good. I’m relieved to hear you say that, Licht.”

(What was with that expression just now?)

(Loneliness…? No, I don’t think that’s quite right.)

As I thought about it, Emma’s expression turned into a bright smile.

Just as the answer to the question began to appear, it was swallowed by mist and disappeared.

--

--That night

Emma had been worried about the silhouette of her wedding dress,

So I ended up helping her try on a simple dress before it was tailored—

Emma: “Which do you think is better, Licht?”

Licht: “They all suited you well and were beautiful, but…”

Licht: “I feel like the silhouette of the second one looked especially good on you.”

Emma: “Heehee, I was thinking the same thing.”

Emma: “Now that I have your approval, I think I’ll have it tailored using the second pattern.”

Licht: “Yeah. I think that would be good.”

Emma: “Thank you for joining me. You even helped me put them on.”

Licht: “I’ll help you with anything, no matter how much it is.”

Emma moved her hands behind her back, searching for the laces of her dress, so I stood behind her and helped her untie them.

Emma turned around as the loosened dress fell down, revealing her short negligee.

Emma: “…Can I ask one more thing of you?”

Licht: “? Of course you can.”

Emma: “I want you to hug me as tight as you can.”

Licht: “…..”

Emma: “Since we’ve started preparing for the wedding, we’ve had a lot of people congratulating us and it’s starting to feel real.”

Emma: “But I’ve become so self-conscious that I feel like I can’t be as sweet in front of people as I used to be.”

Emma: “I kept thinking about how I had to be a great bride.”

(Emma, I’ve been feeling the same way.)

(…I thought for sure, I was the only one.)

Licht: “I’m just like you.”

Licht: “I’ve been so conscious of having to behave like a good groom that I became bad at being affectionate.”

(Ahh, I see now. My heart was beathing so fast when Emma wiped mud off my forehead…)

(Because I was expecting a pat on the head.)

Licht: “Emma.”

As I gently held Emma close, I felt the urge to touch her more.

Licht: “I intend to be a worthy groom for you.”

Licht: “But…I’m sorry. For now, I just want to pamper you.”

Emma: “Don’t say just for now. I want you to pamper me too, Licht.”

Emma: “And it may sound like an excuse but—”

Emma: “I think that because we’ve pledged our futures to each other, we can show each other sides that other people don’t know.”

Emma: “It’s just you and I here Licht, so I thought… Is that a bad excuse?”

Licht: “Of course not.”

Licht: “Let me use that excuse too.”

I placed my hands around the back of her head and hurriedly pressed my lips against hers.

Emma: “Nngh---”

The sensation of her soft lips and her hot breath intoxicated my reason—

Emma: “Licht, what’s wrong?”

Licht: “I just want to spoil you…”

Licht: “I haven’t had any opportunities to spoil you lately, so I can’t remember how I used to spoil you.”

Emma looked surprised for a moment, then she smiled gently and stroked my head.

Emma: “Then…I want you to hug me tight and kiss me lots.”

Emma: “And I want you to touch me a lot.”

(….)

The feeling of Emma’s hand stroking my hair and the heat in her gaze made my rationality waver.

Emma: “Woah.”

Next thing I knew, I had lifted Emma up and was laying her down on the bed, climbing on top of her.

Emma: “Gh, Aah…”

I kissed her palm and then nipped her fingertips, and she let out a sweet moan.

(I thought I had to be a good groom, but when I hear this voice, I can’t help wanting more.)

Emma: “Li-icht…nngh…”

I pinned our intertwined hands to the sheets and kissed her deeply, making Emma’s legs bounce lightly.

(So cute, and sweet.)

Licht: “Emma, more…I want to kiss you more.”

Our lips were connected by a silver thread, and we were almost clinging to each other, begging.

Emma: “Yes. Lots of kisses.”

This time, Emma placed her lips on mine and we shared a sweet kiss, the wet sounds and sounds of our breath mixing together.

(I haven’t had any alcohol, but my head feels fuzzy as if I’d been drinking.)

Emma: “Nngh, Haah…!”

Wanting to feel more of Emma, I sucked at her neck with my wet lips.

Then I showered Emma with pecking kisses all over her body—

Emma: “Mmmnnn….”

When I lightly bit her raised knee, her body lying on the sheets twitched in reaction.

Emma: “Wait, Licht.”

Licht: “What’s wrong?”

Emma: “My negligee today is a little short, so I’m a bit embarrassed…”

As Emma tried to straighten the hem of her skirt, I grabbed her hand and held it down on the sheets.

Licht: “Don’t hide it.”

Emma: “But.”

Licht: “Your skin is so easy to touch like this, I like it.”

Emma: “….”

Holding her knee so I didn’t let her escape, I kissed my way down the inside of her leg.

Each time, her other leg moved impatiently, fueling my desire for even more.

Emma: “Ffhhuuu, Aaahh…!”

I gently lifted her leg and ran my tongue along the inside of her thigh.

When I stripped off her underwear and kissed her mound, she suddenly closed her legs, as if she were embarrassed.

Licht: “Emma.”

Emma: “But, in this position…”

Licht: “Please.”

Emma: “….”

She timidly spread her legs even wider, and I ran my tongue over her slit.

Emma: “Nngh, Ahhh, Aaaahh…!”

By the time I’d had a full taste of her skin, the space between her legs was completely wet.

The moment I touched her with my heat, an irrepressible urge crept up my spine.

Licht: “I’m sorry. I know I’m putting you under a lot of pressure.”

Emma: “It’s not too much pressure. I want you to love me a lot too, Licht.”

Emma: “Please.”

(Since you said that, it makes it even more…)

As I gave into my impulses and let my length sink in, moans echoed throughout the room.

Emma: “Ohhh, Aaaahhh---…!” Every time I rocked into Emma, intoxicated by her sweet voice, we gradually lost sight of the separation between us—

Emma: “Li…cht…”

As I stretched out my arms and hugged Emma tightly, I felt as if we were connected on an even deeper level.

(I always take advantage of your kindness and give into my desires.)

(But, right now I want you to accept me for who I am.)

(Since there’s no one here but us…)

(And because I can only show this side of me to you.)

And so, until dawn, wrapped in Emma’s boundless love,

We were not just bride and groom, but two people who deepened our love endlessly—

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Just saw a thing that REALLY doesn’t sit right with me, and maybe it’s just me being « too woke » or whatever, but like, can we not make « funny » head canons about baby trapping?

Like no hate to the person who wrote this, because I don’t know them and maybe they didn’t mean it like that or didn’t see the issue there. But basically they wrote a headcanon about baby trapping the ikevil characters and that really set me off.

Like, I get writing dark content to cope, I get gravitating towards dark content to cope. It can be a safe space for people who have suffered from trauma. But like, writing it as something funny or to laugh about isn’t okay and is highly problematic in my opinion.

Just because ikevil is a dark game doesn’t excuse writing baby trapping as something funny or desirable. Because in case you didn’t know, baby trapping COUNTS as rape and rape isn’t funny. So please just don’t do this? Like don’t write MC baby trapping the love interests as something funny or « not that deep »? Because it is in fact that deep and can be highly upsetting for some of us.

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HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE!!! Be safe and be yourself!!!

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How nice it must be to not be subjected to social anxiety and an MA thesis.

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Also realised that me writing three 300ish pages long stories in a year and a half apparently isn’t normal? Like what do you mean this has to do with my hyperfixation? What do you mean it’s not normal to spend hours hyper fixating on something so hard that it becomes disabling because you can’t bring yourself to do anything else?

ISNT everyone like that?

Guess who’s autistic and only discovers it now at 22yo? 🤡

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« What? But Marie we could never have GUESSED »

Yeah you could have. All the times you thought I was weird or lacked social awareness? I was just being my authentic autistic self

Guess who’s autistic and only discovers it now at 22yo? 🤡

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Guess who’s autistic and only discovers it now at 22yo? 🤡

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OKAY EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO LOOK AT THIS PERFECTION RIGHT THERE!

If you don't, I will steal your kneecaps and eat them <3

MY baby has started this amazing series and EVEN if you're not a Metallica fan I SWEAR YOU WILL LOVE IT.

Please her writing is so smooth and so evocative and so vivid and HER DIALOGUES ARE INSANE. The chemistry between the MC and Jason is TO DIE FOR. And the story IS SO DAMN INTERESTING.

There, you have no reason to skip now, and every reason to give it a try (and stick around) <3

gift wrapper // jason newsted x reader 1.1

read it on ao3. content: detective!jason newsted. detective!reader. police!au. slow burn. warnings: other additional tags to be added. murder mystery. blood and gore. body horror. strangers to lovers. eventual smut. ptsd. gunshot wounds. plot armor. non-con elements. idiots in love. panic attacks. medical inaccuracies. inaccurate police procedures. thriller. mutual pining. the author has adhd.

January 31, 2011, Monday. 08:23 AM 

It was a cold but sunny Monday in Seattle.

You drove with your eyes on the lane, a song from the CD you mixed before hitting the road playing in your speakers, on your tongue, and your hands tapping out the rhythm on the wheel throughout Washington. The sun shone through the windshield, making you squint even through the lowered sun visor. You never expected Seattle to be this sunny on a cold winter day. You took your sunglasses sitting on the passenger seat and took a right turn.

You were a homicide detective, even if it was in a different state. You had concerns— everybody for the first couple of weeks, or months (maybe even years), could act like you were a rookie detective, regardless of your experience back in Boston. Even the person they were going to pair you up with. The jokes, pranks, and constant bullying were bound to happen. You hoped they weren’t as bad as the ones back in Boston.

You pulled over in front of the department, AC/DC wasn’t filling the space anymore. You looked around and listened for a while with your eyes closed. Seagulls, traffic, people, ships from a distance… So different from Boston . Everything felt almost the same, even the weather for fuck’s sake! I might as well have kept living there.

You grabbed a pack of Marlboro, a lighter from the glovebox and your jacket from the passenger seat sitting on top of a small box. You had filled it with your stuff; some files, a succulent, and a couple of pictures of your cat, thinking you might put them on your desk were they to give you one. You wore your jacket, felt the Boston PD badge sitting in your inner pocket, your gun in your hip, and put the cigarettes and the lighter in your left pocket before heading out. 

God , it was cold.

An officer escorted you down the hallway after you had introduced yourself to the front desk while unfamiliar faces observed you; some nosy, some curious, and some condescending. Not an unusual sight for a cop, especially a female one, feeling like a fish out of water really, but except this time, this wasn’t the first tank you were put in. So when you reached the lieutenant’s door, you turned around to look at them from your corner. 

It was their time to be observed.

He knocked and opened the door. “Lieutenant, it’s Detective Hunter from Boston PD.”

“Let her in.”

A pair of eyes found your figure when you walked in. Short, curly auburn hair he brushed back neatly, he had silver eyes with a blue hue. He was wearing a black sweatshirt that said Sepultura , and skinny black jeans. A big silver ring was decorating his right pinky finger and a digital watch on his left wrist. He had the demeanor of a cop yet you wondered if he was something else. Yet, you saw his gun on the right side of his hips and his unnecessarily thick back pocket. A regular wallet wouldn’t be this big without a badge. 

He was sitting with his elbows on his knees in front of a big desk with a man behind it. There were files and papers scattered on the desk that you assumed belonged to a murder. Some trophies, awards and medals behind him . The guy behind the desk gestured for you to sit on the chair in front of the desk. 

“Please sit.”

As you sat down, the curly-haired guy stood up and spoke. “Lou,” His voice was smooth, warm . He sounded shy yet so sure of himself, you wondered how he managed to speak with a tone like that. “Do you want me to leave?”

“You stay, Newsted.” Lou kept his eyes on you, Newsted sat back down. You figured you wouldn’t mind him staying here during the ‘welcome ceremony’. “Lieutenant Donovan,” he offered you his hand. “Donovan Beckett.”

“Detective Jason Newsted,” curly guy, too, offered his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

So, he was a detective.  

“Detective Perle Hunter,” you introduced yourself to both, shaking their hands. “Thank you for having me.”

Beckett smiled while opening one of the files in front of him. “Unusual spelling,” he spoke. You faintly saw your picture in the file. “Your resume doesn’t mention you speaking French.”

“Désolée,” you confessed with an awful accent, shaking your head. “My grandmother lived in France for eleven years. Hence the name.”

“It’s okay, we don’t need French in Seattle.” You forced a smile on his words. He leaned down toward the right side of the table, you heard a drawer opening and he rose back up with a golden badge and an ID card in his hand. “Here,” he glided them across the desk and you caught them. “You can return your previous ones to the front desk. They’ll take them to the county.”

You took the ID, it felt heavy in your hands, different. Seattle Police Dept , it said with your name, title, picture, and signature aside from other not-so-important details like the expiration date. You swiped your thumb over it before taking your wallet out to replace your Boston PD card with the new one. It felt odd. “Thank you, Lieutenant.”

Newsted sent a lopsided smile your way. “Welcome to Seattle PD.”

You returned his smile, and put your wallet back in its place. “Thanks.”

Beckett leaned back into his chair. “Did you find a place to live already?”

You felt Newsted’s gaze on you. Now, you did mind him staying here. “Yes, sir.” You avoided his eyes and kept yours on the Lou. “I, uh, found an apartment downtown. Not so far from the station.”

“Good, good.” He then leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. When did you get here?”

“Saturday, sir.”

He shook a hand. “No need for formalities.” You smiled apologeticly and he continued. “I don’t wish to go hard on you after what you have been through–”

You interrupted. Maybe you could avoid the personal questions. “When can I start working on the case?” 

Rich laughs from both sides filled your ears. You forced a laugh as well.

“Eager, aren't you?” The laughs faded out and Beckett closed your file and took one of the pictures scattered around the desk. “Alright.” He showed the pictures of a woman’s head. “This is the girl we found today.”

You took the picture to inspect it further. The blonde woman had cloudy blue eyes and fair skin. Her eyes and mouth were open. Her head was sitting inside a pretty pink box next to an ID card and a slide phone. She was wrapped with a fuchsia, shiny ribbon, it was tied in a bow. Her makeup was done haphazardly, the person had no idea about what they were doing. Wrong shade of foundation, too much mascara, cheap blue eyeshadow, and red lipstick. Her long, curly hair was tied in a ponytail. 

The killer made the effort.

“Port Patrol found her this morning at dawn,” you heard Newsted’s voice. “The box was placed on a deck where the cameras have been broken for some time.”

“Patrol knew about the cameras?” you asked.

Newsted gave you an affirmative sound. “Ulrich knew a guy from Patrol and asked them to pay more attention there. Not a lot of boats on that deck.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Anyone can do anything.”

“And someone did during their shift change,” Beckett leaned forward on his elbows. “They said that the dock was fairly calm before they changed shifts. What do you think?”

“How many bodies have you found before this one?” An uncomfortable silence filled the room right as you spoke. You tore your eyes away from the picture to look at their surprised and concerned faces; brows furrowed and mouths gaped. “What?”

Beckett broke it. “We only found one .”

Newsted furrowed his brows. “Why, do you think there are other bodies?”

You looked at the lieutenant first and then Newsted. “Well,” a breathy, nervous laugh left your lips. “The pink ribbon with a bow, the box, the-the makeup,” you showed them the picture to emphasize your stuttering speech.

“Chopping her head, putting it in a box for the police to find it in a particular place at a particular time,” Newsted continued your words, turning his head towards Beckett. 

“Don’t you think it all looks so…” You were lost for words for a second. “Inconvenient and-and fancy for a one-time thing?”

Beckett remained silent. Newsted took another picture from the desk.

“Was the makeup done post-mortem?” You gave the picture back.

“We believe so but not confirmed yet. Hammett is still working on it.”

“What if it’s an ex-boyfriend situation?” Newsted asked. “Maybe he got crazy and butchered the poor girl. He could easily do this.”

“But then he wouldn't have left her phone and ID.”

He gave you the picture. “Maybe he wanted to humiliate her, or whatever. Maybe he wanted her to be known.” He then asked Beckett. “What do you think, Lou?”

Beckett didn't answer but directed his question to you. “Hunter?”

“I think this is the first of many,” you place the picture on the desk. “But Newsted could be right, we can’t be sure until we look further.”

The phone rang interrupting your speech. Lieutenant answered. “Yes?” A long pause before he finally said “Okay,” and hung up. “Ulrich needs you in the scene, Newsted.”

“What did he say?”

“They found some footprints. He wants you to take a look.” Beckett gathered the pictures and put them back in the file. “Take these,” he handed it to Newsted. “And take Hunter with you. Show her how to work a scene in Seattle.”

“Yes, Lou.” Newsted got up and pointed at the door with his head. “Let’s go.”

You rose from your chair, following your new partner’s steps. Just before you left the room, you heard Lou shouting your name. You stopped. “Yes, sir?”

He tossed your badge to you, you caught it midair. “Welcome to Seattle PD.”

a/n: Hello everyone! This is my first ever Metallica fic (and first ever multi-chapter fic in English), and I hope it won't be the last! This one will be a long, murder mystery featuring Load Era Jason 🥳🥳 I initially intended to have '86 Jason, but it didn't fit well with this fic :') I divided the first chapter into 6 after I realized 8k words would be a bit too much to read. I hope to have nailed the characterization of our boys. This was heavily inspired by the show "The Killing", I highly recommend that you watch it! A quick disclaimer: I'm not American, I have no idea how police procedures work there. I'm just an avid crime mystery show lover :') Please ignore any inaccuracies, I tried my best to research and find information. I also apologize for any grammar mistakes or anything that doesn't sound quite right. I'm not a native English speaker and I'm trying my best :') Enjoy! PS: I purposely gave the reader a name, I personally think "Y/N" looks a bit weird but if you don't like it please let me know so I can change it! Please leave constructive criticism so that I can improve! Thank you so much for reading <3

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We stand with you palastine

@cupsmp <- art tagged :)

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I'm FINE! I mean I DO have an exam in an hour, but I'm good! I've been having massive brain rots about my OCs and Mozart with a ballet dancer girlfriend. SO LIFE IS GOOD!

Hi Marie!!!

AW PLEASE THIS IS SO CUTE!!! HELLO INKY! How are you doing?

Here, take this magical cat in exchange <3