#just some trash talk. / tbd.

[dawnled]

i don't have many kh3 icons (i'm once again indecisive on an icon border, and don't have ps anymore to use my old psds, cry) but so many of the icons i do have are just

he's so pretty, but so angry.

[themournwatcher]

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[babeyun]

falling alone ✩ l.hs [teaser]

✩ series m.list

✩ synopsis: cold cases were heeseung’s specialty, and he cracked every single one. cold hearts were your specialty, and you have yet to make a single chip in your husband’s.

✩ genre: established relationship au | hurt-comfort

✩ pairing: lieutenant!lhs x housewife!reader

✩ word count: 2k | [full fic: tbd]

✩ rating: 18+. minors dni.

✩ warnings: mentions of disappearances. some slightly suggestive themes between husband!hee & wife!reader (nothing explicit), uhhh that's it for now i think!

friday, 9:23pm.

"late night?"

your voice has always been a comfort to him.

the way you cooked dinner every night, the way you washed his hair for him, the way you laid in bed with him – it was all comforting. your soft eyes, eyes that had never seen an inch of a crime scene. your gentle hands, hands that would never cock a gun and aim to kill.

you were home to him, and he hated that he couldn't leave his work at the precinct. he always brought it with him, anywhere he went...anywhere you were.

"not really. caught a session with dr. bahng. i'm sorry about dinner." he loosens his tie, trying to ignore the way your eyes follow his fingers. he takes his wedding ring off for work – insisting it snags on the gloves when gathering evidence, that he never wanted to sully it with such grime. "how was your night?"

your sigh may be inward, but his eyes catch everything. every frustrated twitch of your brows, the way your nose crinkles at the half-assed apology. your eyes linger on the linoleum floor, and he fights the urge to pull you into his arms. he fights the urge to show any weakness to your feelings, because he can't let go of work. he has to be strong, he has to be coarse, he has to be cold.

"it was...fine." you wave him off, moving to take the full plates off the table. only then does heeseung notice that you're still in your jeans, your white top neatly tucked into them. your feet are clad in fresh socks, almost as if you were about to go out when he arrived. his eyes scan you as you move around, pulling his tie completely off and bunching it into his pocket. "are you going out with your friends?"

you don't reply as you scrape the cold food into the trash can, and he focuses on the sound of your bracelet lightly clinking with the handle of the fork. your shoulders sag, soft curls of your hair sweeping over your face as you move to place the dishes in the sink. he sighs, before his legs move him behind you. "why are you upset, honey?" "i'm not, i'm not upset." you scoff, turning the tap to hot when you feel heeseung's hands ghost over your waist. you knew better than to attempt to hide anything from him, especially with the way his brain was literally trained to analyze your every movement. his lips press softly to your cheek as his fingers untuck your top, "i know you better than that."

you're silent as his fingertips trace the soft skin of your stomach, his chin resting on your shoulder. he's going to wait until you decide you want to talk, despite knowing it will be the same argument you have every single week.

the same argument that always ends up unresolved as you kiss in your bed, sheets tangled between your bodies. it's enough to hold off on actually talking about it, it's enough to semi-satisfy the lack of attention you got from him during the week. it wasn't enough to feed his unvoiced, almost insatiable hunger for you, and how he wished he could just douse you in his love and affection until the sun rose. it wasn't nearly enough, because he'd still have to pry himself from the comfort of your warm embrace to step foot in the precinct and inhale the stench of evil in the world.

he felt awful, really. that he could never truly show you how much he loved you, how emotionally constipated his job made him...how his sessions with dr. bahng were no longer of much help. "leave work at work, lieutenant. you have the love of your life waiting for you at home." he had it memorized at this point.

"it's always the same thing, don't worry about it." you turn the tap off, feeling the guilt about wasting water seeping into your stomach. you weren't going to wash the dishes, you knew you weren't. you just wanted to lay down in bed with your husband, basking in the few minutes of attention he'd be able to give you before falling asleep. "baby."

you wince at the pet name, one so foreign on his lips. one you so rarely heard, long lost in your college memories. you grimace as you turn in his hold, his hands now resting on your hips. "don't baby me, heeseung."

"don't heeseung me, y/n. i know something is bothering you, and whether it's tonight, tomorrow, or next week – i'm not letting you go to bed like this." he looks at you through tousled locks, his eyes speaking for him. just talk to me.

you shake your head in subtle disbelief, attempting to push past him when he pins you against the counter gently. "let me go, heeseung."

"not until you tell me what's going on." his voice is harsh, one he also rarely uses with you. heeseung was always gentle, soft-spoken. "i've been at work all day, dealing with shit i can barely stomach. i just want to come home and spend time with you. what's wrong?" he's starting to whine, and it does nothing but make your heart ache and your eyes sting with tears.

"i just want to spend time with you, without having to beg for it." you breathe out, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid his gaze. "you remember everything, hee. i know you had to remember that tonight is date night." sighing, you peel your eyes open to a guilty husband watching you with his own tired ones.

"i'm sorry, honey. it really did slip my mind. let me...let me take a shower and we can go have a night on the town, okay?" he starts to walk away, fingers pulling at the buttons of his shirt when you clear your throat. "it's fine, heeseung. let's just go to bed." "no, let me fix this. we haven't had dinner, and we haven't spent time together in weeks." he slips his dress shirt off as he leaves your line of vision, and you just slump against the counter. he was right, and you hated that you knew he was. heeseung was always this way, though, shouldn't you be used to it by now?

yes, he was gentle and soft-spoken, with a touch of dirty humor and thoughtfulness that always made your heart race a little faster. your relationship was built on a lot of comfort and deep talks, ones that usually involved you unraveling yourself entirely just to get a taste of his own secrets. the two of you had met in college, about three days after the disappearance of his childhood best friend, cha soyoung.

heeseung was even more cold and stoic then, and wasn't interested in so much as even befriending you. he didn't really speak, which according to hs friends, was unnatural. they wound up being close friends of yours as well, thanks to park sunghoon. the seven of them also ended up working at the same precinct.

"heeseung talks...a lot. not as much as jay, but he's just going through a hard time right now." sunghoon had said as he sipped his drink, carefully chewing the tapioca pearls as the two of you walked. "it's not everyday your best friend of twenty years goes missing, you know?" you had shrugged, not really understanding what it was like. your parents had moved you around a lot as a kid, and it was hard to make friends until they finally settled when you got into your last year of high school. you had met sunghoon there, but only met the rest of your friends through him that following summer – except heeseung. he'd gone home with soyoung for the summer, returning to seoul for the fall semester at decelis university with her and your other friends. you still never spoke, until now.

you and sunghoon were swinging by his dorm to help pass out flyers.

"hey, hoon. y/n." heeseung spoke quietly as he opened the door, his eyes nearly swollen shut from crying for the past three days. your jaw dropped as you looked at his face, not at all recognizing the boy in front of you. sure, you'd only ever seen picures of heeseung but you knew enough to know that this...wasn't him. neither you nor sunghoon spoke as heeseung moved for the two of you to follow him, shutting the door behind you.

"how are you feeling?" sunghoon asked as he trashed his drink, your own now sweating on a coaster on heeseung's coffee table as the man gathered things around his dorm. you stood awkwardly as you swung your backpack onto the couch, opening it for heeseung to slide the flyers in when you saw him shake his head. "i don't feel much, actually."

sunghoon glanced at you, but your legs moved before you could think. you rounded the table to heeseung, who looked at your extended arms and empathetic eyes with cold ones. he'd set down the papers in his hands, fingers splayed across them momentarily before turning back ot you, awkwardly entering your embrace. your fingers easily found the nape of his neck, and his rigid form quickly softened as he breathed shakily into your shoulder.

"m'sorry." he mumbled as you felt a few tears soak through your shirt, and you just shook your head.

sunghoon also wound up wrapping his arms around the two of you. something about the way that heeseung's fingers clawed at your sides, and the way that he sobbed into your shoulder made you wonder how long he'd needed someone. someone to ease the knot in his stomach, someone to help him see that this was something that would be solved and everything would be okay again. someone to help him hop along until soyoung was found, and someone to leave when she inevitably took her place again.

that was six years ago.

you and heeseung began dating a year after that happened, a couple of months after the anniversary of soyoung's disappearance. the police stopped looking, ruling her case as a runaway. you and heeseung never stopped searching – you frequently asked cafe owners if you could pin missing posters on their corkboards, and even went door to door every few evenings asking if anyone had seen soyoung.

heeseung had made it to the side of the law, and often reviewed the case to see if he had missed anything. he never had – you had all hit a dead end. everyone's hope began to dwindle, but heeseung never let that sway him. he even asked the forensics department to make age-progression posters, and they did. you'd pinned those up, too.

he was strong willed, he was diligent, he was determined. you love heeseung, you love the person he is...

...but you hate that he can't leave his work at work. you hate that you get a crumb of his affection every few nights, whether it's his lips pressed against your cheek after dinner or his teeth nipping at your clavicle while hovering above you in bed. you hate that you find yourself longing for him even more than you did in college, despite now having him in the deepest way – as your husband, the person who loves you.

the man who shed a singular tear as he watched you walk down the aisle, the man who supported you when your career wasn't what you expected. the man who endlessly told you he loved you in ways that weren't so evident to the naked eye – like leaving the warm water for you and showering in the ice cold, leaving the last slice of cake for you. rubbing your feet while watching law and order with you on days he didn't work (read: on days you pried him out of the home office.)

heeseung loves you, you know that. you just can't shake the feeling that it won't be for much longer.

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[kooktrash]

where loyalty lies ➢ kim taehyung TEASER

summary: when it comes to the bond that ties people together, it can come in many different forms. maybe you were out of luck choosing who you wanted to be with and who you wanted to love but now you’re stuck choosing one of two brothers. between morals, loyalty, and lies, meeting kim taehyung had to be the biggest test you’ve ever taken.

➢ genre/au: boyfriend’s brother!taehyung x reader [she/her. afab] smut. angst.

➢ 1.1k words

warnings: TBD

“You’re too good for him,” Taehyung’s voice caught you by surprise in the pitch black. It was well past midnight at this point and with your tired haze, you didn’t care to turn the light on when you left Taewon’s bedroom looking for a glass of water.

You could barely make out the sound of his approaching steps and it wasn’t until he flickered on the stove light, that you could see more of him clearly. The small light was easier to adjust your eyes to but for some reason, the warmth of the light made the kitchen feel much smaller now that he was in front of you. You blinked speechlessly, watching as he moved around you to reach for the tea kettle that sat on the counter.

Do you respond?

“I think it’s the other way around,” you said awkwardly, stuck between knowing if this was real or not. How did he expect you to respond? He’s your boyfriend’s brother and still a stranger to you.

“Really?” Taehyung asked, filling the kettle with water as if this was just a regular thing, “How so?”

Your eyes met his and for a moment you couldn’t think straight. He was confusing you in ways you can’t understand at this ungodly hour. You were exhausted and now you were being told and asked things by Taehyung that have you in a whirlwind.

“Y/n!”

Taehyung watched as you wordlessly left him, carrying the glass of water right to Taewon’s room where he couldn’t make out a thing of what was being said. He was well aware of the irony of the situation considering this was his younger brother he was talking about. He should appreciate the fact that his reckless brother was so well taken care of by his partner but he couldn’t. He couldn’t help but let his loyalty fall to you instead.

And he just knew you could do better.

“Y/n,” the call of your name was much more gentle falling from Taehyung’s lips than your boyfriend’s and yet you still jumped, startled by the soft knock on the door.

The door was slightly parted and light seeped out into the hall where he stood giving him a chance to look in. Taewon was currently face down in an empty trash bin, completely out of it as you sat at his side, rubbing his back. You looked at him with a hardened expression, “What?”

You should’ve remained seated and ignored him but you found yourself getting up, leaving Taewon behind as you stepped into the hall, closing the door. Taehyung licked his lips nervously, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything earlier. Your relationship with him has nothing to do with me, but…”

“But?” You pushed him to respond, crossing your arms over your chest in a stance. Taehyung stayed silent, looking at you unsure what to say that would make things better but he couldn’t think. All he could think about is stalling your departure back to Taewon’s bedroom, “Are you spending the night?”

“No,” you said with a sigh, checking the time on your phone.

“At this hour? No, stay, or…” Taehyung cleared his throat, “I’ll take you home.”

“It’s alright, I’ll just call a cab,” you told him, turning back to Taewon’s room. Taehyung didn’t say anything as he watched you leave, he couldn’t push too hard, it wasn’t right. He was telling himself he just offered for your sake but in reality he just wants a moment with you.

He’s well aware how wrong it is to harbor any sort of feeling toward you considering you were dating his brother but he can’t help it. It’s like, knowing he can’t have you just makes him want you more. In his defense, he really doesn’t think Taewon deserves someone like you. You’re better than any girl he’s ever been with and he doesn’t prioritize you how Taehyung knows he would. How is it fair that his reckless, immature brother gets someone like you while Taehyung has no one?

Taewon’s bedroom reeked of a mixture of alcohol and spit up that had you wanting to gag when you stepped in. You’re not sure what happened tonight that made him drink past his limit or why he hadn’t bothered telling you at all. You don’t care if he goes out with his friends, he can do whatever he wants but the least he could do is let you know. Instead you’re at home trying to sleep when he calls you up at midnight, drunk out of his mind, and begging you to pick him up. Honestly, it was kind of bullshit because you knew he wouldn’t leave his place in the middle of the night to go take care of you. He wouldn’t have bothered to answer your calls either.

You blamed it on the fact that he was clearly regretting whatever decisions he made, you were annoyed he had no considerations for you. All week you’ve been talking about the project you have to prepare for and yet he still decided to call you the night of and beg you to go get him. Now it’s nearly 2:00am, and not a single Uber was around your area on a Sunday night.

With a defeated sigh, you ran your fingers through your hair trying to push the thought of sleep out of mind while you thought of what to do. You could easily just sleep over but you didn’t have any of your things for tomorrow and you would have to stop home either way. That meant you would still have to wake up earlier, go to your apartment, get ready, and get to work.

Taewon didn’t seem to think about you at all and that you could so easily tell by the way he snored loudly, completely knocked out and sleeping off the alcohol. You didn’t want to sleep next to him right now even if that was your only choice, so you hesitantly got up from his bed, gathered what little you brought with you and left his room.

The apartment had gone back to black once Taehyung was out of the kitchen and even the crack under his door failed to give sign of any light and it had you stopping, debating if you should take him up on his offer. It was better than having to find a cab or worse, walk, but it was still awkward for you.

He wasn’t asleep, he had given up on that a while ago and he had been able to make out the sound of your light footsteps quite easily so when you knocked against his door, he was right there waiting. It was hard to see you in the darkness but your soft scent of lavender told him just how close you stood before him and he’s ashamed at the way his heart quickened.

“Is your offer to take me home still on the table?” You sounded nervous [uncomfortable maybe?] and yet he was sighing in relief. You couldn’t see the soft smile he gave you as he said, “Let me get shoes on.”

::.

soooooo yall won the poll and got the teaser 🙄now I fr gotta finish this soon lol. I swear it’s coming I haven’t written a Taehyung in so long but I’ve been in a Tae mood like crazyyyyy

this will be an infidelity fic !!!! and no oc slander bc I’ll fight u

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[heevanly]

LATE NIGHT TALKS : LEE HEESEUNG (이희승)

𝐬yn. : being the host of a college late night radio talk show was a passion project since freshman year of college, but now as a senior, y/n hadn't expected the fame it brought to herself on campus... but maybe it was the recent string of murders that caused more tuning in than ever seen before.

𝐰arnings. / 𝐭ags. : (18+!). small series. gore. horror. college au. similar to a murder mystery au. swearing. mentions of wanting to vomit (no vomiting occurs). humor. mildly suggestive. no smut. main character death. side character death. heeseung and jay are manipulators. jay and heeseung have a small argument. enha members as main / side characters. lsf members as side characters. ive members as side characters. pet names used mockingly (baby, sweetheart, honey). more to be added as parts come out.

𝐧ote. : warnings are just overall, not everything mentioned is in this part in particular (like 98% is tho). also welcome to my first fully published work, i hope you guys like it. everything is also in lowercase, not sure why but that's just how things ended up happening haha.

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WC : 6.7k

Part Two. (TBD)

walking towards the music building on your campus was always the worst trek for you. it was the furthest building from your on-campus apartment and it was a combination of uphill walking, stairs, and loose gravel sidewalk that for some reason the school had yet to get fixed. you kick a loose rock and grumble incoherently, watching the rock hit the bottom stair leading up to the building. letting out a sigh you begin walking up the last of the stairs that leads towards the building. 

the night was serene at least, a bit chilly but it was still early spring, you’re just glad the hoodie you’re currently wearing is enough to block out the wind blowing past every so often. with the last bit of sunlight fading behind the horizon, you scan your fob into the building’s sensor, unlocking the doors.

a small noise crunches somewhere from behind you and your head immediately turns in the direction of the sound yet nothing is there. eyebrows furrowing, you rescan the fob and head inside the building shaking your head, “i hate walking at night, curse heeseung and his off-campus apartment, if only he’d pick me up.”

you head into the hallway that holds the elevators that lead into the basement. it’s never been the most ideal location to record, but it offered a few rooms that had equipment and space you needed to borrow.

after the trip down from the elevator you walk into the room the four of you have continuously used for the radio show. setting your bag down you start cleaning up the space, trashing old papers left behind, wiping the tables, doing simple tests on the mics to just make sure they work, overall just getting the place ready. you leave jay and jake's stuff mainly untouched, as they have their own way of setting up the lights, mic sensitivities, and what all else.

the door opens up behind you as you continue to do tasks around the rooms, not bothering to look at the door, you glance at the clock instead, “hey guys, you’re a bit earlier than when you normally get here.. we still got an hour.. but since you’re here could you,” your voice quiets down as you turn to address whoever was behind you directly, however no one is in the room.

“what the hell,” you mutter out scratching your head, “i swear i heard the door open.”

you quickly scan the room you’re in, checking under the table to see if one of the four decided to fool around a bit. seeing no one under there you move to the other room where jay and jake usually stay in, but no one is seen there either. a sense of unease begins to grow in your stomach but you decide to keep yourself busy by finishing up tasks in the room. printing out the schedule and loose script for the recording, you skim through, making sure you didn’t leave anything out and once satisfied you set the schedules and script in heeseung’s and your spot.

the clock reads 9:27 pm and you sit down on the couch, getting comfortable, getting ready for the other three to walk in at any moment. your phone rings and seeing jake’s contact pop up, you answer.

“hey jake, what’s up, did something happen?”

jake clears his throat on the other side, “y/n! glad you answered, couldn’t get a hold of heeseung, but i told jay already- wait is he there yet?”

“er, no.. well at least i don’t think so.” you scan the room once before playing with the charms on your nails.

“what..?” jake asks, confusion in his tone, “you don’t think so? y/nnie i hate to break it to ya but i think you’d know if someone was in the room with you.”

you let out a puff of air out through your noise in fake annoyance, “yes i’m well aware of that jake sim. but i heard the door open up behind me a little bit ago and i figured it was one of you guys stopping in a little early but no one was there so..”

“well.. i’m sure it’s just your pretty little mind playin tricks then, anyways jay should be there soon though, he left the flat a bit ago- oh right! since he isn’t there i guess i should tell you. i can’t make it tonight, forgot i overscheduled myself with my plans so i have somewhere else i need to be tonight.”

“what? jake why didn’t you say anything earlier today? i mean it’s fine, i got the room mainly all ready anyway but a warning other than being like five minutes before you get here would’ve been nice.” you click your tongue in annoyance to further drive the point in. frankly, you didn’t mind that much but teasing jake a little bit was something you couldn’t pass up.

you hear jake give a dejected sigh and stifle a laugh, “ok listen i know i know, i’ll make it up to you i promise but just this night i can’t make it alright?”

“yeah yeah, you have fun with your plans or whatever.”

jake chuckles, “oh i will, see ya y/n.”

the call ends just as jay walks in, he gives you a little wave and sets his stuff by yours, “here like always, before everyone else is.”

you drum your nails along the couch’s arm rest as you watch jay get situated in the room, “someone has to get everything ready, and it sure ain’t gonna be jake with the way he bailed on us tonight. and we’re lucky if heeseung shows up 10 minutes before we go on air.”

jay lets put a small laugh, “he told you he’d be gone? thought i was gonna have to be the one to tell you.”

“nah he told me, think he’s trying to get a hold of hee right now too.”

“eugh, good luck to him then.”

you raise your eyebrows in understanding, “yeah.. anyhow i printed out the schedules and cleaned everything up so..”

jay sits in his seat and turns to you, “you emailed me my schedule right?”

“yup, did it before i left my apartment.”

“perfect, alright you go get set up and i’ll test your mic and make sure feedback is clear.” upon hearing jay’s words you get up from the couch and move to sit down in your chair, jay gives you a thumbs up and you test your microphone, “test test test.”

jay fiddles around with a few notches and motions with his hand to try once again, “test test test.” you repeat into the microphone, which you receive a thumbs up and lean in your seat. all thats left was to wait for heeseung.

a few minutes later and he walks in, dragging his bag behind him, “woah dude you look like shit.” jay says, looking heeseung up and down.

“this assignment for prof kim is killing me,” heeseung groans out, exasperated, “i swear she wants me dead.”

your jaw drops slightly at the look of heeseung, “have you slept recently?”

heeseung drops his bag with everyone else’s, “just did, i was supposed to work on the assignment, fell asleep, woke up and sprinted over here.”

his hair was all tousled up and his shirt was slightly stained but his jacket managed to cover most of it up and his pants looked as if in some places dust or dirt got smeared onto it.

jay does one more look at heeseung before turning around in his seat, “alright well man, go get situated next, we’ll test your mic.”

heeseung simply nods before walking to his seat next, once jay gives him the go ahead he speaks up in the microphone, “test test.” jay gives the thumbs up to heeseung and you look up at the clock, 9:58 pm, almost time to go live.

you turn to heeseung, “you sure you’re alright? if you’re that tired i can handle doing a night alone.”

hee gives you a small smile, “promise im all good, that nap was like.. one of those ones where you wake up not knowing who you are or where you are kind, so i’m like.. oddly rejuvenated right now. think i could even fight off a werewolf and win.”

blinking once and then twice you look at him and slowly nod your head, “oohhhhhh kay mister tough guy.. whatever you say..”

“you not believing me is not very kind you know.” heeseung frowns, his lips forming a pout.

“i know, oh-! we’re going live.. 3.. 2..”

"welcome welcome welcome toooo SCU 101.85, you’re currently tuning in to the 10 o’clock pm talk show. i’m your host y/n and i’m here with my co-host..” you turn away from the microphone and glance at your co-host, lee heeseung.

“heeseung.” he speaks up into his microphone, shuffling a few of the papers around.

“and it’s currently a friday night, it’s 67 degrees out with a small breeze too so make sure you wear that jacket!” you chirp.

heeseung snorts and you pass him a look which he returns with a shrug, “you just sound chipper.. s’all.”

“ah.. well our ratings have been going up again.. it’s better than we’ve been seeing these past four months.. so.”

the past four months have been rather difficult for you and heeseung and the radio show. when you started this project sophomore year, it had just been you and your roommate kim chaewon, your ratings were steady in the beginning but had started declining after two months, which made your at the time co-host and roommate, quit. you don’t blame her, you nearly stopped too, which was before heeseung hit you up asking if you still needed another co-host.

accepting his help was the best thing you had done, his roommates jake and jay were all about the technical jargon behind running a radio show, which the reasoning was apparently the three had thoughts about starting a podcast but couldn’t get the timing right to actually get it started, so here they were willing to help you out.

production took off and the four of you found yourselves seeing steady viewers and got to even open a talk line, which was a segment that both you and heeseung took seriously, finding fun in chatting with anonymous students with various complaints they had of others, professors, relationships, or whatever else going on in their lives.

then, out of nowhere four months ago, the viewers started thinning out, causing your small team of four’s good feelings to falter. having been used to success it was shocking to be randomly met with a hard wall and seemingly, no way of getting out.

heeseung and your’s efforts were all in vain as you tried advertising the radio talk show, you had chaewon talk to her friends about spreading the show, heeseung talked to about it to his other friends and also had them spread the word. jake would mention it at his part time job, and jay even mentioned it at a small on-campus event, which he texted that he was never doing again out of sheer embarrassment.

heeseung hums, “well.. i could imagine people have been feeling a bit safer because of us, due to…” he trails off.

right, there's been a few recent deaths that have plagued not only your campus, but the town. you claim they’re very obviously murders while heeseung’s been claiming it’s been various unfortunate accidents. so far the death toll has hit only four, two on campus, one at a campus nearby, and one on the outskirts of town.

“the murders.” you finish his sentence off, gravelly.

heeseung rolls his eyes, but remembers that the listeners can’t actually see that, “you’re so obsessed with these being murders,” he teases.

“well.. it’s quite obvious, no?” you ask, tilting your head a little bit.

“ehh, i wouldn’t really say so, besides the two on campus cause they were ruled as a murder-suicide. regardless that was two months ago and the one at KTU was concluded to be an unfortunate accident.. shit what did they say about how she died again?” heeseung racks his brain, trying to remember how the girl from KTU died two weeks ago.

you scatter your papers around, “wasn’t it something about a lab issue..? their school got to close down because of it, that’s.. uh.. kind of all i remember about that.”

“oh you’re going to hell, haven’t you been following this whole thing since the murder-suicide on campus..?” heeseung laughs loudly and you slump in your chair, embarrassment flooding your system.

you sit back up and clear your throat, “in my defense..”

heeseung accusing points at you, “you! don’t have one.”

“pause, yes i do! rude…. my defense is that the fourth one’s been throwing me off with this whole thing, that i focused a little less on the third girl.” you huff out.

the fourth death was the weirdest in the whole thing so far, it happened a few days ago and it’s been the only one where the person involved wasn’t in the same age range and died supposedly.. well.. naturalistically. it had been a middle aged man, who was on his way home from work. apparently the report and the news claimed his tire gotten flat and when he had gotten out to check on it, he had been mauled by a pack of wolves wandering through. 

the police and how they concluded it just didn’t make sense to you, you stayed up for two days trying to determine it all. first, wolves hadn’t been sighted in that area for several months so a random pack coming through didn’t make sense. second, the blood inside the car, how did it even manage to get in there if the man was supposedly outside? the third rea-

heeseung snaps his fingers to try and get your attention back to the talk show, “hey, y/n, quit thinking about it, you’re just gonna make yourself paranoid.. or worse.. really obsessive over this.”

you sigh, biting at your lip as you mull over his words, “my bad, i just need to stay up on all this, our viewers need the information, they deserve the best after all.”

“and the best of the best is from two college seniors..?” heeseung raises an eyebrow.

“absolutely!” you respond, “we’re the only ones giving multiple sides to these events and ways to stay safe.”

“i’m sure the news have been doin all that too though.”

“pff, news schmooze,” you wave your hand at heeseung, “college students don’t care about tuning into the morning news before classes or turning the evening news on, we’re a source of entertainment AND murder mystery, and that’s what eats up.” 

“you’re greedy, y/n, soo greedy.” heeseung shoots a grin your way, a way to let you know he doesn’t mean it.

trying to stop a grin from making its way on your face, you roll your eyes, “oh suck my dick lee heeseung.” 

“gladlyyy..” he sings out, wiggling his eyebrows and chuckles into his microphone.

“you’re a freak..” you gather your papers back up and glance up at the clock, 10:26 pm, time to open up the first talk line segment of the night.

you give a small nod towards heeseung and he nods back and clears his throat, “well well well SCU you are listening on 101.85 and it’s rolling up to 10:30 pm, we got a two minute sponsor for y’all and when we come back live, our callers will be up discussin’ random whatever with us. give us a call at +82 70-5208-6001 and see if you’re lucky enough. again that is +82 70-5208-6001. see you soon.”

both you and heeseung give a thumbs up to the room in front of you and jay switches your sets off, rolling the sponsor. a few seconds pass and before you’re able to turn to heeseung to just casually chat, the switchboard for the phone calls light up, more so than you’ve ever seen before.

turning to heeseung you give him a look of wonder, his eyebrows are furrowed as if hes wondering the same thing you are, why are there so many callers tonight? jay clicks off the sponsor and puts on a jazzy song before stepping into the room, “what’s up with the callers tonight?”

heeseung looks up at jay, “not sure bro, we’re just as confused as you are. we haven’t seen anything like this before.”

the calls keep coming through, lighting up the board until nearly all have popped up, indicating that people are on the line waiting to chat.

jay takes a glance at his set up and back at the two of you and the board, “well you guys got about a minute before we go on air, can’t keep them waiting for too long so just…” he sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “just… i suppose keep their talking segments shorter..? man i wish jake was here right now he could help weed through the callers with me on my end.”

heeseung raises an eyebrow at jay, “he’s not here today at all? i thought he was just late?”

“nah, up and bailed last second, said somethin’ about a date but i think he’s lying.” jay rolls his eyes, “30 seconds, you’re both up soon.”

jay closes the door and you look over at heeseung, frowning “why the hell did he schedule a date during the same time he’s supposed to be here? he told me it was important, not that a date isn’t but i was thinking something with his parents or.. i don’t know..”

heeseung mulls it over for a few seconds, “i mean unless he was planning on bringin her home..”

“dude.”

“it’s jake we’re talking about, y/n.”

“okay, yeah you’re right, well you wanna go first with the calls then..?”

heeseung nods, the on air button lights up and he clicks on a random caller, “hey lucky number one, congratulations you’re on air with us on STU 101.85, what’s your name?”

“hey guys it’s yunjin!” yunjin’s voice is heard through the speaker.

you sit up in your seat a little bit, “oh my god, hey girl! thanks for calling, how you been tonight?” 

“same old same old, prof jeon is an asshole still and said my submitted designs lacks the ‘creative theme’ of what he asked for. the problem is, is that he gave us no theme, aside from it being wearable. so i based it off of 1960’s greek spring chic wear and now he’s denied my third design.”

heeseung nods his head, “we’ve heard from other fashion design majors that prof jeon is the worst, i guess this goes to show to any sophomores and juniors to not finish your semesters as a senior with prof jeon.”

yunjin scoffs, “you could say that again, i wish i took prof song’s class, apparently shes at least nicer with going about denying designs.”

“isn’t she tough to impress though..? i hear her students always come back with lower scores than those who take prof jeon?” you ask, “wouldn’t that be.. worse?”

“oh you’re right.. ugh just don’t be a fashion design major, worst choice ever.”

heeseung lets out a laugh, “alright well we’re gonna let you go and head to the next caller, good luck on the rest of your assignment.”

a hum is heard through the speaker, “yeah i should really get to finish on working with the fourth design, you guys have fun, i’ll still be tuned in too.”

the line clicks and heeseung switches to another caller, “and listeners that was miss yunjin, another senior here at STU, you may have seen her around workin tirelessly at the sewing machines in the fashion department, so send some luck her way for dealing with prof jeon. now we got our next caller with us, you’re on air!”

silence fills the studio and jay looks at you two through the window, mouthing a “the fuck?” and you two shrug, confusion on the both of your faces.

“uh.. dude? you there?” heeseung looks annoyed as he shuffles around in his seat.

more silence fills the room and now you can also feel annoyance creep into your body, “hey, listen if you’re not gonna talk we’ll move on. not sure if you stepped away from your phone at all or what kind of prank you’re trying to pull but you can cut it out, it’s not funny and it just holds us and everyone else up.”

“..01101000,” a gravelly, raw voice crackles through.

heeseung sits up, “okay i’m changing the caller, you’re a weirdo and can get off our line.”

 the voice continues, “..01100101.. 01101100–”

heeseung cuts the line, cutting the voice off too.

“freak.” you mutter, “what the hell was that?”

heeseung shrugs, “sounded like binary code, probably someone from comp sci deciding to pull a prank on us.”

“well they’re not funny, that was weird and kind of scary.” a shiver runs down your spine as you think about the voice that crackled through, whoever it was managed to perfectly replicate fear in their voice.

“oh don’t worry, i can protect you.” heeseung winks at you.

“i think my chances of survival lay better with jay, hee.” you look down to choose the next caller as heeseung makes a noise of offense, taking your words to heart.

“he would not-”

you connect to the caller, “and you’re the third caller of the night, thank you for spending your night here with us at STU 101.85, may we get your name?”

“uh, yeah hi it’s yang jungwon.. i’m a sports medicine major.”

your eyes lit up in recognition at the name and voice, “oh yeah! you’re on the journalism club right? i’ve seen you there frequently.”

“yeah, thanks for helping us out, y/n. uhm, you know i wasn’t positive that i’d get picked so i guess i’m unsure of how to say this.”

heeseung leans closer to his mic, “what do you mean, jungwon?”

“uh, well it’s just, that last caller and then the mysterious figure on campus is what i wanted to talk to you about."

that made you sit up straighter in your seat and from your glance at heeseung, his interest piqued as well.

“go ahead jungwon, we’re interested and i’m sure all the other listeners are too.” you give the green light for jungwon to essentially take over the whole talking segment.

jungwon takes a deep breath and you can hear some shuffling in the background as he gets ready to speak,“okay well, i’ve been staying late on campus for the last week because i work on the sports section of the campus news website right? and i’m not sure what’s been going on but i’ve noticed this shrouded figure walking late at night. they seem to be following any student late at night leaving the stem building.”

you look up at jay and then over to heeseung, the both of them listening to jungwon’s words intently you look back down at the board as jungwon continues, “i think it’s cause they often stay behind the latest right? i’m not sure, i felt it was better to be here and say it as a warning, in case the man was dangerous.”

heeseung speaks up, “you’re saying something now? didn’t you say it’s been the past week?”

jungwon is silent for a few seconds before breathing out, “okay yeah i figured someone would ask that, honestly i thought it was a prank at first, especially because it was a costume the person was wearing.”

“costume?” you ask, “what sort’ve costume?”

“it was that ghostface costume, you know like the scream movies one?”

“ghostface?” heeseung asks, skepticism in his tone, “you saw a dude in a ghostface costume? in spring?”

jungwon clicks his tongue, “that’s why i didn’t say anything, because it just sounds stupid. i really thought it was just a prank someone was pullin on a friend.”

you nervously pick at your nails as you think about jungwon’s words, “you’re saying something now though aren’t you? what made you change your mind?”

jungwon hesitates before saying anything, “the call.”

you raise an eyebrow, “what’s the call got anything to do with the ghostface random?”

“i.. got a weird call yesterday night, it was the same voice that just called you guys. honestly if i wasn’t seeing the costume dude on campus i wouldn’t have thought much of it or if i wasn’t tuned into the radio show tonight.” 

“why don’t you go to the police or campus security? dude like campus security should and would kick the guy off campus, even if what he’s doing is harmless, he’s being creepy.” heeseung sighs out and rubs his forehead a little.

“i did, they think i’m sleep deprived and seein shit, apparently they can’t find ‘any evidence’ that supports that someone's walking around being weird so they think i just need more sleep.”

“what about that phone call? isn’t it logged?” you’re honestly a bit worried for jungwon, something weird is happening, the murders, the calls, and the shrouded costume ghostface guy.

jungwon speaks a bit faster, trying to get all the information he can into the hands of however many people are listening, “thought it was, i re-called the number two days ago and it just immediately disconnects, then the number was gone from my phone yesterday. poof up and deleted from my call log.”

“oh what the hell..” you breathe out, heeseung looks pale as he listens to jungwon’s words.

“dude.. does that not remind you of the damn scream movies? like at least in some way?” heeseung shakingly asks, “it literally sounds like you’re being hunted jungwon.”

a clang is heard and a quiet “fuck” before some shuffling, “sorry dropped my phone, you kinda freaked me there with that heeseung.” jungwon lets out a sardonic laugh.

you turn to heeseung and lightly smack his arm, “no for real, why would you say some shit like that.”

heeseung splutters, “well.. like does it not? i don’t want to sound grave or mean about this right now but genuinely this shit sounds like jungwon is in danger.”

“not helping, dude.” jungwon speaks into his phone, voice low.

“no he’s got a point jungwon. with what hee’s talking about, you could really be in some serious danger. i mean a famous point of scream was the calls to the victims and if you’re really seeing someone run around in the ghostface costume..” you trail off unable to voice the rest of your concerns aloud.

“well thanks for helping me out you two,” the sarcasm in jungwon’s voice is clear and you flinch out of guilt. you didn’t mean to freak jungwon out a bit more, he really wanted to just warn people on campus who were out late. “regardless thanks for warning everyone on this, listeners tell your friends or if you know of any late night students, tell them they should be careful on campus now if they’re out late, just in case. jungwon this goes for you too you know?”

“yeah i know, i’m already off campus now so i should be fine.”

heeseung picks at his jacket’s sleeves, “still man, sounds like you gotta keep yourself safe anywhere.”

“i will, thanks for letting me stay for a while longer than you normally let your callers on.” from the background noise going on in jungwon’s call it sounds like someone coming in through his door, “i’ll go ahead and get going now, my roommate brought food and we’re gonna eat, thanks for having me guys!”

jungwon ends the call and you glance up at the clock which reads 11:07 pm, “alright we have time for one more caller, normally we’d have ended this by 11:00pm and done another segment at 11:30pm as you are all aware but i guess we’ll just have one long talk segment today. heeseung you wanna do the honors for the last lucky caller.”

heeseung nods and clicks on the next caller, “lucky number four, you are live with us at STU 101.85, you get to be the last call of the night with us, anything on your mind that you’d like to chat with us about?” heeseung and you are met with heavy breathing into the phone’s microphone. 

“hello..?” you call out tentatively and heeseung groans out beside you, “alright i’m really getting sick of the people who decide to prank us.”

the breathing stops abruptly at heeseung’s words and your breath hitches in the back of the throat. you’re unsure as to why the caller made you nervous, heeseung is right, prank calls have been weirdly often tonight, this was the second one of the night after all. heeseung’s hands reach to change the caller and that’s when a weird low static sounding voice filters through, “don’t hang me up, lee heeseung.”

heeseung stops his movement’s mid way and your head whips into his direction quickly, the voice continues, “why don’t you put your hand back down. we’re going to chat.” heeseung quickly obliges and fear has overtaken everyone in the room, jay from where he is, is even frozen from the voice.

“much better. thank you for having me on your lovely radio show. you know, i’m not exactly the happiest at having been the last caller, but i suppose only the best are chosen as the final right?” the voice takes a shaky breath before continuing, “y/n,” you freeze as your name comes out, “don’t you think being the final one is best too..?”

you don’t answer, unsure if that’s the best course of action, you just can’t bring yourself to say any words at this moment, but the mysterious caller decides he’ll make you answer, “answer me y/n. you get to choose the fate of someone very important tonight after all.”

your blood runs cold at his words, eyes shaking and tears even start to brim, you stutter out, “what.. what do you mean?”

“i’m so glad you asked honey, let’s bring out my special guest out.” the sounds of a muffled cry and cloth are heard before jake’s voice faint and hoarse comes out of the phone, “let us go man, just please let us go.”

you gasp loudly, heeseung slams his fist down at the table, and jay upon hearing jake’s voice runs into the room, a look you’ve never seen before on his face, either of their faces. jay looks like he may faint yet angry while heeseung looks as if he’s never experienced anger in the way he’s had before.

“i’m sure you know now who is with me.” the voice chuckles and you can hear some crying from a girl as well in the background, “i managed to get a two for one deal tonight for you all.”

“the fuck do you want with us?” heeseung grits out and the caller laughs.

“it’s not so what i want with your group, it’s what i want done with you, lee heeseung.”

heeseung’s bravado falters slightly, “what are you talking about? what could i offer you?”

“i wanna know why.. scratch that i think.. everyone here tonight deserves to know why actually, about the things you’ve done for your beloved radio show.”

you slowly turn your head to heeseung and he’s pale, hands slightly shaking, “hee? what is this guy talking about?”

heeseung looks up at you, pupils blown wide in fear and you feel your heart break at how scared he is, you know you’re not much better either, “i.. i don’t know, this doesn’t make any sense, i.. there’s.. i don’t know.” he’s panicking and you reach over to grab his hand to calm him down some. his hands are clammy but given the situation you understand, you squeeze and he squeezes back.

the voice scoffs, “oh please, get that fake shit out of my face. heeseung knows what he did sweetheart and if i were you i would think twice about holding his hands when all they know are acts of violence.”

jay speaks up before you have the choice to ask what they meant, “i’m calling the police, sick freak.”

“ah ah ah..” the caller tuts out, “if any of you three call the police, your beloved pal jake is getting gutted. i’ll even string out his body parts so prettily for you. send some lovely pictures, y/n you’d appreciate my art for you? right?”

you frankly feel like throwing up and you shake your head frantically, “no.. no..”

the caller lets out a cackle and speaks in a mocking tone, “aww… poor thing is so scared, heeseung why don’t you comfort your poor girl, after all you’ve done sooooo much for her.”

“fuck. off.” heeseung snarls out, hand not holding yours gripping the table and the strength behind it shocks you.

“no fun, either of you, jay’s always been a bit boring anyways, wanting the police involved in our fun so early. however i’m aware we are live.. so i guess we should speed things up. besides jake here i have someone important to jay here. say hello to jay.”

the sobbing girl is heard more clearly and the pit in your stomach is ever growing, the feeling of vomiting coming back tenfold, “why.. why are you doing this.. please i never did anything to you, please please please, let me go i won’t say anything. please j-”

a loud bang and a shriek is heard and jakes voice is screaming, “stop! stop just let her go, man. what is wrong with you?!”

some more shuffling and the caller is heard better, “what’s wrong with me? me..? you were the one who brought your dear friend’s ex out on a date.”

jay slams his hands on the table, leaning forward, “my EX? you were out with fucking yujin?”

more sobs from yujin, you suppose, comes through the phone, “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, i wanted to make you jealous. i wanted you back, that was it i’m sorry i’m so sorry.”

rubbing his jaw, jay paces around the room, shouting out a “fuck” and slamming his fist against the wall, “jay! this isn’t the time! this asshole WANTS us to act like this, you’re playing into his hands!” heeseung calls out, standing up quickly, “he WANTS you to get angry, he’s enjoying this.”

“yeah?” jay spins around and lets out a shaky laugh, “really? and how do you know that heeseung? you know this guy or something? i wouldn’t be surprised considering you’ve got some fucking secrets of your own now.” jay jabs at heeseung’s chest and he stumbles back in surprise.

you put your head in your hands and yell, “stop! just stop you two! a sadistic killer has jake and yujin and you’re fighting?! what the fuck. just what the fuck?!”

“yeahh.. you two, what the fuck..?” the voice giggles, “you should be more like y/n and focus on the two that’s with me. maybe you can make y/n’s job easier and help her with her choice.”

your whip your head up, tears streaming down your face, “what the hell do you mean help you, you sick fuck?!”

“that’s not very kind now baby… and i mean helping me choose who i kill for everyone tonight of course.”

oh. oh no. no no no no no. absolutely not, you would not choose that, there’s no way you could bring yourself to do that. you shakingly look at the board and whimper out a “no” which the caller barks out a laugh in return, “i’m afraid it’s non negotiable. if you don’t.. i choose at random then and the other person lives with the information that they were saved because of me! or… i just kill both.”

the two men in the room with you freeze at the information they’re hearing, heeseung slowly walks to you, pushes your mic away and crouches down to your level, putting his hands around your body to help the tremors going through your body, he rubs your back soothingly and jay’s jaw clenches as he angrily blows air out of his nose.

heeseung lowly whispers into your ear, “it’s okay y/n.. you.. you gotta do it.. you can do this.. make the choice.. it’s easy right..? you don’t know yujin.. jake needs to be saved y/nnie. jay will understand.. yujin cheated on him anyways.”

you’re not sure why heeseung is calmly telling you this information, you’re not sure why jay won’t look at you directly, you’re not sure why it has to be you that makes this choice, but as heeseung whispers more into your ear about how you can do it and he believes you’d make the right choice you start thinking that doesn’t matter and heeseung’s right. jake needs to be saved. jake is your friend. you don’t know yujin. yujin was a bad girlfriend to jay. you don’t question heeseung’s whispers, you don’t question heeseung at all.

“jake..” you quietly mutter out.

“what was that? i couldn’t hear you..?” the killer sings out and you almost throw up for what feels like the thirteenth time that night.

“jake..!” you speak up a little louder and heeseung squeezes your body comfortingly, “i choose to save jake.”

yujin screams in anguish and you flinch in guilt. “excellent choice, y/n. saving your friends.. how heroic.” the killer praises and you put your head in the crook of heeseung’s neck, wishing this nightmare would just end, he just rubs your back, but you miss the grin he sends jay’s way.

the phone is set down and you can hear yujin plead for her life with the killer, “i just did what you wanted! you said.. you said j- no no stop don’t come any closer i swear i swear no one will know. let me go please. please. i’m sorry,” she cries louder and starts pleading to you all, “jay please.. convince her to save me. jay please we can be happy again. no. no. no! NO! JA–”

the wet sounds of a knife meeting flesh is loud, yujin’s cries become louder and you breakingly sob into heeseung’s shoulder, he grips your body stronger and continues to rub your back. the squelch noise of multiple stabs into yujins poor body ring in your ears. her choked back sobs and cries as her throat fills with her blood causes your sobs to bellow out even louder, heeseung whispers that everything’ll be alright, his constant whispering so soothing you try to focus on them instead of yujin’s dying noises.

it feels like an eternity later but the noises quiet down and all that’s left is silence in the room and the killer’s heavy breathing. “thank you, for allowing me the opportunity to give you and your listeners a show.”

more silence fills the room and you can hear jay’s footsteps in the background pacing once more but you don’t dare look up, an irrational fear that the killer is in the room with you playing in your mind.

heeseung’s eyes darken as he looks down at your shaking body, the small whimpers you let out ignites a fire in his body that he’s only ever gotten killing others and he has stop the smile from forming on his face as he thinks how quick you were to just trust him. his eyes flicker towards jay as he turns off the equipment in the radio show, jay nods once everything is off and they’re no longer live.

the voice speaks up once more and your body stills, having believed the killer dropped the call, “you’re always so sweet y/nnie. so so so kind. the best player for our games. sweet dreams.”

you slowly lift your head in confusion but a small pinch to your neck makes your head drop back down, your eyes blearing together as the only thing you can make out is heeseung’s necklace and white shirt, the feeling of his steady breathing and whatever just stung you luring you into the dark and away from the sick and twisted situation.

[savstone-rp]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

full name — Savannah "Sav" Stone

faceclaim — Willa Fitzgerald

gender & pronouns —cis woman & she/her

sexuality — bisexual

age & birthday —  30 - December 18th, 1994

Zodiac — Sagittarius ☼ , Scorpio ☾, Virgo ↑

occupation — Stylist & Bartender

hometown —

neighborhood — 

length of time in blue harbor —Local, 30 yrs

Likes: Indie emo pop-punk of the early aughts (think Taking Back Sunday) to radio pop anything upbeat, frozen coffee (any time of year), tattoos, cigarettes (never gave them up), fast food, trash magazines from the checkout (also never gave them up), nights, her Roomba Scoot, narcotics of the upper kind, gossip from her clients, video games, walking, reality tv, coffee table books, leather, blue mason jars, Christmas lights (she's a year rounder), tarot readings, gas stations.

Dislikes: high waisted jeans, sit down restaurants, cleaning, not having cash, blow up decorations, sports and sports fans, early birds, country music, driving, movies made before 1980, chewing tobacco, French Bulldogs, cooking, black coffee, people who use big words in casual conversation, avocados.

~Biographical stuff~

Savannah was born a Holly —she loathes it and always as. Basically, since she could talk no one has actually called her Holly and out of sheer laziness hasn't ever bothered to change it legally. Her mother who she apparently knew a total of a month into having to be a mother was just high on morphine and was in a festive mood.

That said no she has never actually spoken to her birth mother, Cassie. Raised by her dad, Robbie. "Raised" is always the actual question, he was there, he did pay for things she needed until a point. Robbie wanted to party with his friends and continue living his life the way he always knew how. A kid wasn't an inconvenience, when she was old enough he just let her around whatever he had going on - her biggest source of booze and connections to whatever else she wanted to try.

Sav's first drink was probably around ten, and by the time high school hit if she wasn't picking up odd shifts/jobs where she could some cash she was running around with her friends getting into trouble - Drew Barrymore who? - this is where she started learning about cutting hair. Her grandma on Robbie's side, Sissy - and the grey's she rolled around with needed some cuts so it became a nice little income at the time.

Robbie- always the ladies man has another kid. A son, a similar situation he's on the birth certificate and some kind of a 'father' figure. Maybe. (This will be a wc, so UTP how that went) - Sav's got a good comrade-type relationship with him.

She was always popular - be it because she had 'the party' house or what, not really such a big deal in their little community but she was runner up for prom queen, where the nasty little rumor that hasn't fully shaken with the locals that she pushed her bestie Olivia down the stairs after she lost - the problem is Olivia did get hurt, like bad. Ended up paralyzed. (But she did get into an Ivy and has like 3 kids now, living in some cool big city - Sav's definitely a little a lot jealous) - just has turned out to be a formative experience that has haunted her ever since.

There was never a time she even considered college and after graduation- that she struggled to reach as is grade-wise - started at the cosmetology school in X. Got her certificate and started cutting hair (for real, not just her grandma and the senior citizens around town) - she's been at TBD since moving back on and off since she was 23.

~Random stuff~

Hardened by life perhaps, Sav's never been 'friendly'. Depending on the day she's a bit of a wild card. She'll say it like it is and does have a sense of humor about things just, she's also easily ticked off. Get her juiced she's much friendlier.

She's dabbled with saving to open her own salon one day but is also completely not serious enough at the moment and also way pessimistic on whether she actually could.

Sav lives in a house converted into 3 apartments, Sav's on the first floor with a roomie (or two). Definitely not in the best part of town of town, her landlord's raising the rent come the new year too so that's fun, she's pissed.

Not reeeally an animal person, she does feed the strays that come around. It's a problem.

She's only really put together and does her make up when working at the salon. Mostly always in jeans some docs and a t shirt, she will appear a little more stylish and an effort made while working at the salon.

She never owned a car and likely never will - so she says. She really hates being in one let alone controlling one.

~possible connections~

step-brother - robbie had another kid, that relationship utp (temp name Alex) Sav and him have a good one (unless we come up with something else)

long time hometown friends/acquaintances- obvi

clients - spill too much tea? get a bad haircut? i want it.

housemates? - roommates and neighbors 2 others live in the apartment above her and below her. (not the best area of town - I imagined a more than likely rundown old home converted and hasn't been updated for years)

co-workers - she works at Downtown Dye Hard Salon & Nail and sometimes bartends at X when she's a little strapped.

X folk (skies the limit lol) - she lived there while attending cosmetology school. Could play around with ideas for sure.

exes - i'm sure there's been some, happy to work out details.

enemies - she's got em I'm sure.

Legit down for anything, if there’s ideas toss them out. On dash chem is my favorite and just love winging it too! I’ll fill this all out more as time goes on for sure!

[creativenicocorner]

Can you tell me about Trial Runs and Errors? 👀

Thank you so much for asking @obscureenthusiast  I'd be delighted to!

Trial Runs and Errors is a fun little fic set in The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Stupid Kid [working title] series that starts right at the end of The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents with a fun what-if scenario of: what if the next kid Maurice teams up with that was described at the end of the book was a young Moist von Lipwig, who very recently ran away to boot.

Trial Runs and Errors specifically is about the first few scams young Moist and Maurice duo try to pull off to see if they are a real match to pull off The Lord Mayor Scam (aka The Big One) ...and there are a number of hiccups and shenanigans along the way.

There are other fics I have lined up for the series that take Moist (who is going under the alias Ainsel) and Maurice out of Überwald, but that's for later haha

At the end of the day it's basically about a boy and his cat...or erm a cat and his boy, really. Two conniving trickster thieves, with a heart of gold, what will they do?

Moist and Maurice teaming up is one of my favorite projects I'm working on at the moment, despite the delays of me updating. If all goes well, I hope to have the fic finished by the end of the year at least...we'll see.

In the meantime a parting gift! A super rough tid bit from an upcoming chapter

Maurice watched the kid turn with a nonchalant bounce, voice chipper with delight. He didn’t know what the kid was saying, but if this were any other sort of story, Ainsel’s nose would probably be a foot long by now.  Despite the language barrier, Maurice tried to understand, not being able to pick up much outside of Lipvig, Lapig?  Whatever was talked about seemed settled, and Ainsel was making hurried hand gestures behind his back at Maurice. He slunk off into the nearest alley, watching Ainsel step backwards away from [ name tbd ].  When Ainsel turned into the alley he wordlessly picked up Maurice with a single scoop, ignored protests, and was making his way towards the dead end with rising haste.  There was nothing there but a large trash bin.  “Oh we are not. Ainsel, would you talk to me?” A pause. “In Morporkian would be nice.” “Get in zer trash, now.” “I” “Just.” Ainsel lifted the lid, cringed at the smell, picked up some trash to rub on himself with, and tossed said trash over towards the roof as far as he could.  “What are you-?” “Smell! Just, shush and trust me, please.” Maurice watched Ainsel rub and fling more trash over the wall, and, reluctantly, joined him in the bin. Both trying not to breathe, they waited.  They heard steps. Heavy steps. The steps stopped. There was a long pause of stretched out silence, as neither of them tried to move, or breathe. For but the briefest of moments, they thought they might be able to- The lid is lifted open.  “Nice try.” grinned [ name tbd ] with a smile too big, a stare too long, and a face that was reorganizing itself much to Ainsel’s growing horror. On reflex Maurice’s ears dropped, sheer cat instinct took over, and what followed was a loud yelp.

Thank you so much again for your ask! ♡

Best wishes!

[hellfcllowed]

i think if i was gonna watch euphoria it’d be for fezco and lexi- but maybe maddy bc-- OPFH

[lunafaeris-archive]

          /major mood drop, so like this for a soft Luna in your inbox. specify muse, mutuals only.

[dawnled]

[biskitsstuff]

Whenever I see a hetero couple that consists of two fucking perfect-ass people I always get Very Distressed because my useless bisexual ass wants to take both of them home.

[viperbarnes]

The Tie That Binds

Prologue

[B. Barnes, Soulmate AU]

Summary: HYDRA took everything from you, your life, your future, they even burned off your soulmark to make sure nobody would go looking for you. Now the man they forced you to fix reappears in your life, to make amends and to be ‘of service’.

You know that they made him do all those things, that James 'Bucky’ Barnes is not The Winter Soldier, that he’s innocent. You don’t blame him. But that doesn’t make seeing him again any easier.

Story Warnings: Language, talk and depiction of home invasion and abduction, canon level violence, HYDRA levels of torture, angst, fluff, slow-ish burn, friends to lovers. Possibly more TBD.

Notes: EVERY LAST DROP OF MY LOVE TO @xbuchananbarnes who nurtured the many variations and revisions of this story over the last few weeks. I really cannot overstate my love and appreciation. I know you've been aware of my struggles to return to writing, and my self-doubt, but your constant support and friendship has been so healing.

Thank you Dani <3

Next ->

It was a cold autumn, even for New York.

Bucky Barnes doesn’t mind. It only meant people didn’t look at him so oddly for wearing his gloves, even indoors.

He sits tucked away in the front corner of his favorite small coffee house, against the window in a cramped booth. Thanks to the glass, it was possibly the coldest spot in the whole shop and nobody ever sat there, meaning it was always right there waiting for him.

The little red book that sits in front of him is tattered and old, though not nearly as old as him, mind. Still, it provided a sense of comfort, reading through the pages of handwriting that wasn’t his own, the little notes and sketches, the occasional shopping list. But he brushes thoughts of Steve from his mind before they turn melancholy, and before the melancholy turns to anger. He flips to the last section of the journal, bookmarked with a takeout flier he particularly favoured.

A list of names greets him, some scratched out, others left alone since he’d first etched them in black ink. Sam’s words return to him then, echoing around his brain as clear as if the other man was sat across from him right now.

“You go to these people and you say ‘sorry’, because you think it’ll make you feel better… but you gotta make them feel better. You gotta go to them and be of service.”

Letting out a sigh, Bucky carefully grips the small page and tears, pulling the list of names out of the notebook. He stares at it again for a moment before screwing it up in a ball, and easily tossing it into the nearby trash can.

Then, he pulls out his pen, and begins a new list.

It’s shorter this time, and he knows later he’ll have to sit down and do some thorough research to get the names of those he’s missed, but for now it will do. Looking at his new list, it feels harder than before. These weren’t people he had enabled as The Winter Soldier, these were people he’d wronged. But Sam was right, he had to do the work, not necessarily because it would make him feel better, but because it was the right thing to do.

He already knows where to start, the last name on his new list is the one he feels most eager to find. It wouldn’t be hard. He’d tracked her down several years ago, after he’d first escaped HYDRA and had been on the run. He’d needed help with his arm, but when he’d found her… something made him leave, to turn tail and skip continents.

She hadn’t moved, he’d checked when he moved back to Brooklyn, being sure to keep well away from her neck of the woods, just in case. Now though, he feels anxiety bubble in his veins.

Certainly it wasn’t going to be easy, but he wasn’t doing this because it was easy.

The waitress returns with his coffee, and he jerks to shut his book, reaching out to take the hot cup from her with a small smile. She skitters off again quickly, plenty of work still to be done, he muses.

As Bucky brings his drink down to settle on the table in front of him, and moves to open the book again, his eyes catch on something, making him pause. His sleeve had pulled up when he’d reached out, revealing the small, black shape on his wrist. If not for the colour, it could be parsed as a birthmark, but it wasn’t.

He’d been shocked when he’d discovered his soulmark had turned black at some point during his eighty years imprisonment. When he’d been younger, before the war, his mark had been faded, like all soulmarks were until a certain age, only Bucky's had never turned black. Nobody had known what it meant, but had assured him in time everything would work out. It never had, at least, not back then.

Considering everything he’d been through, his elongated life, Bucky guesses his mark had never blackened because his soulmate hadn’t even been born yet.

Pursing his lips, Bucky pulls his sleeve down, tucking the mark away again.

He’d thought about looking for them, at least finding out who they were, but something had kept him away. He’d been through a lot, and there was no guarantee his soulmate would even want to be with him. But part of him hopes. It’s why he still attended therapy, it was why he wanted to work on himself still, to make those amends.

Bucky sighs and looks out the window. To be the man his soulmate deserved, he needed to focus on the new task at hand.

He needed to find you, and make amends.

[out-of-jams]

Yield To Pedestrians || teaser || pjm

↠ Yield To Pedestrians ↞ when you’d said that you wanted to be taken out, you’d meant on a date. not by santa’s sleigh. on christmas eve. it was a dream. it all had to be a dream, right? waking up in the north pole to a pointy-eared weirdo performing kumbaya christmas elf-on-the-shelf magic could only be construed as a nightmare. and wasn’t santa clause supposed to be old and jolly? not young and hotty? you had to find a ticket off the crazy train ASAP!

Word Count: TBD. estimated 10-15k.

Warnings/Genre: santa!jimin. fluff. comedy. christmas au. does it count as kidnapping if it’s to save a life? keebler elf magic. brief mentions of blood. y/n gets ran over (lol). elf!jin. cliche character-doesn’t-believe-in-christmas-magic-plot-point.

Release Date: TBD. sometime before/after Christmas. idk don’t pressure me.

Pain. So much pain.

You weren’t sure what part of you hurt the most. From the way your head pounded, to the stabbing ache emanating from where your ribs would’ve been if you hadn’t felt like you were being sawed in half by an amateur stage magician. Dim light bled through your closed eyelids and as the ringing in your ears slowly started to clear, a low-pitched voice sluggishly coaxed you out of your coma-like state.

“…just a few more drops of candy cane extract in conjunction with…”

Whatever you were lying down on was so soft that it almost lured you back to blissful unconsciousness. And it would have too, if it weren’t for the memories starting to trickle down from behind your pulsating eyes, to your woozy, fogged up brain.

Taking a break from writing your impossible-to-finish manuscript. Going outside in the very late hours of Christmas Eve to take out the trash. The feeling of cold winter air biting your exposed cheeks as the blizzard raged on; the sound of bells jangling. A panicked shout. The disgusting, pungent scent of wet animal. Blinding pain. And then nothing.

“…this should do. Yes, this should do just fine!” A nervous chuckle reverberated through the confuddling mist caging your mind and you begrudgingly – oh, so begrudgingly – peeled your crusted eyelashes apart and immediately hissed in pain when the light in the room caused your pupils to contract. “Oh, you’re awake! Excellent, just in time!”

Brown, red, and green colored the room in a single blur. You couldn’t make out anything else beyond the worried, inquisitive brown irises staring down at you. His face shifted in and out of focus; plush, full lips parted slightly, symmetrical features, light honey hued skin, and straight brunette hair flopping across his forehead.

Apparently, you’d been hit by a car and dropped straight into an episode of Grey’s Anatomy with your very own Dr. McDreamy. “Wha..,” your voice came out groggy, rough like you’d gone and swallowed a handful of rocks from your driveway for fun.

“Shh, don’t try and speak. Here.” Dr. McDreamy popped out of your field of vision to dig around somewhere off to the side, the noise of clinking glass bottles filling the room. You tried to turn your head to follow, but the movement had nausea bubbling up the back of your throat. Oh, god, you really hoped you weren’t going to vomit.

The mystery man returned holding a small glass vial filled with a bright orange colored liquid. “Drink this.”

He tried to push the opening against your lips, but you leaned back as far as the pillows behind your head allowed. “Who are you? Where am I?”

A sigh left his nose, plush lips pressed into a thin line at your refusal. “I am Seokjin, Head Elf here at the North Pole. Which is where you are. Well, technically,” his head tilted a little to the side, “You’re in one of our healing rooms. Drink this.”

Seokjin raised the glass vial once again, and you attempted to back away once again. “I’m sorry, you’re what? What kind of a prank is this? What kind of a doctor tells this shit to his patients when they first wake up?” Your voice started to raise in pitch at each question that left your mouth.

A flicker of amusement danced through his eyes, along with the raising of a brow behind the curtain of his hair. “As much as we elves love our harmless pranks, this isn’t one of them, I’m afraid. You’ve been in an unfortunate incident involving Santa and his sleigh. He seems to have, well, to put it frankly, accidentally run you over.”

You were gaping in disbelief despite the fact that any movement whatsoever caused a ripple of agony to spread through your body like a stone dropping into a lake. Either you’d been hit a little too hard by the car that ran you down, or you were still unconscious, locked into the weirdest dream you’d ever had. Santa? As inSanta Clause? North Pole?

“You’re insane. You’re insane,” you breathed. “I demand to know what’s going on here. Let me speak to someone else!”

“You can talk to Santa when he returns then,” Seokjin murmured before letting a reassuring smile touch his lips. It lit up his whole face, but the concerned knot between his brows still remained. “Just drink this first so you’ll heal. You have a pretty nasty concussion along with a few broken ribs.”

He extended the vial to hover beneath your nose and the scent of peppermint and some kind of herb filled your nostrils. “What the – what the hell even is that? I’m not drinking that!”

“It’s a pretty common healing agency here in the North Pole; it’ll get rid of your injuries like that.” He snapped his fingers.

“The injuries,” you stated slowly, doubt coloring your tone. “That I got from Santa Clause, right?”

“Those very ones,” Seokjin ran his fingers through his hair to brush it out of his eyes and your heart nearly stopped. “So, please drink it.”

You didn’t respond. Not because you didn’t want to, but because you were a little preoccupied staring openmouthed at what poked out behind his hair. Pointed. Pointed. “Pointed.”

“Hm?” He followed your stare and touched the tip of his pointed ears as if he’d forgotten that he had them. “Oh, yeah. All of us elves have them.”

“What in the Star Trek convention..,” the words left you in a hurried mumble. If you weren’t sure that you were dreaming before, you definitely knew it now. Because Seokjin’s ears looked a little too real to be fake.

“Medicine,” he began once more, more insistent. “Drink.”

You scrambled back from him so quickly that the room tilted on its axis, and the nausea that touched the back of your throat found a home in your mouth as you proceeded to vomit all over the floor.

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[ugbobae]

IM BO BAE  🡢 bobby

reintroducing my muse, im bobae. goes by bo, bobby, bae for the most part but appreciates any and all potential nicknames or puns made on and WILL steal them to use on merch. probably wants to open a streetwear brand on her own someday but that shit’s expensive. the girl is a hustler, grew up broke and is not about to go back to that so catch her putting food on the t a b l e and if you wanna call her out for selling out, well, be her guest. not that it won’t bother her, no she’ll be pissy and sad about it for sure. she’ll also vandalize your property if the situation presents itself. ya girl is a walking misdemeanor. she’s a rising star which means hongdae is turning it’s back on her, something she has extremely complicated feelings about.

her primary genre is electropop and she pulls heavy influence in sound from artists like yelle, yeseo, yaeji, neon bunny, iu (selectively) and others. i’ve got a playlist if you’re interested 6v6. basically i want all the drama and angst and all the possible heartwrenching bs so hmu!

we went to elementary/ middle school /kindergarten together on the wrong side of seoul and played latchkey kid mischief together while our dads finished lengthy factory shifts, we were basically family but life separated us for xyz reasons, now we’re chillin again in hongdae and its kind of weird but nice and nostalgic

we’ve mutually admired each other’s music for awhile now and are finally getting a chance to work together, but there’s a real possibility of backlash for either / both of us due to current rumormongering around bobby’s career so maybe you want to back out or maybe its kind of strained

we came up together in the scene before bo was ‘bobby’ and we were mad close. but, when bobae transitioned to a more electronica type of sound it became kind of strained, because you felt she lost her roots and in general both grew up a lot since then. so there’s some kind of spark or familiarity or wistful connection there but now they’re left feeling at odds trying to chase a lost friendship when our paths have diverged so much

a frequent dalliance, bobby doesn’t exactly NOT sleep around but she’s not a one night stand kind of girl either. she makes big promises and doesn’t follow through, so you can be guaranteed up to one to two months of fun fun fun and then its intermittently reappearing in your life every few weeks like nothing happened. out of sight out of mind?

ride or die besties, soul bonded, tell you everything, the one person that bobae actually doesn’t ghost out on unintentionally. literally she’d kill someone if you even seemed like you wanted it. maybe you’re exhausted by her though, she’s a lot. hopefully someone who is a slight foil to her, someone more solid to weigh down her flighty kite string.

literally just the messiest mess of obsession and love and just being completely over the top about each other, in destructive ways. like just fully a big mess of nonsense and back and forth and all the drama and theyre both just way in too deep and also fully hung up on their own issues and its visceral and brutal and soft and terrible and wonderful.

i’d also love any kind of obnoxious antagonism for the sake of fun, so feel free to throw that at me. those reasons tend to be more interesting if theyre predicated on existing stuff tho so no premade there!

SOUL CRUSHING ANGST FIRST LOVE EX. details tbd based on plotting i just love misery

spontaneous little bits and bobs

we always run into each other at the bus stop going to jog by the han and after awhile i finally came up to you to say hey and now we’re running buddies and its a nice safe space away from the judgement she usually gets but then oops she sees u around the scene and realizes where she knows you from finally and now its not the same

i heard you shit talking me when you didnt know i was around and then you caught me trying to vandalize your motorcycle / some other petty crime lol

i sang guide for one of your tracks and then you heard one of my new songs being shopped around and now we’ve become creative partners that play off each other’s ideas to develop one another, and maybe we’re mutual muses for each other n its just a great creative friendship full of mutual improvement

you caught me making questionable and likely dangerous choices when fully drunk and either went along with me and now we’re tight as fuck or dragged me back to safety and now we’re tight but also in the way where you resent ‘babysitting’ a fool when trashed

substance abuse friends enabling poor decisions idk

people who resent her for the choices she’s made for her career would be interesting too

[hellfcllowed]

joseph seed is just micheal from vsauce to me...

[dawnled]

what i've learned from writing riku's interactions with non-kh individuals : he's the most cryptic guy about the heartless and the world order , my god . it's probably how donald wants sora to be but man is it hard and awkward to write hdfjkh