#problem sleuth oc

[charliesinfern0]

i liek him :)

[canthatcant]

I just remembered I had a problem sleuth oc guh,.,,

[sleuthdiplomacy]

pleh phtooey

this is my problem sleuth oc his name is mail dude and he smells like OIL

he has a comic on mspfa called mail-quest blah blah PHTOOEY

[nictelsm]

An art dump of many attempts I made to create a new Problem Sleuth character.

[grubgirl413]

Some problem sleuth inspired sprites for an mspfa I plan to make!!

[clowncarousel]

And that's a wrap! Happy new years to all and thank you for being here ✨ Thank you so so much for all the support throughout this year, I can never overstate just how thankful I am for every single bit of it. I hope in this following year I will be able to share even more and bigger things with everyone here! Template made by Papakkapao_ on twitter

[parasoruburuu]

BLEH!!!!

[pagecambelldaily]

day 2. celebrity crush

[shy-nightmare]

The Toonz Twins: Toontown Sleuths

Chapter Three: Eddie Valiant

Summary: Now that they’ve been hired, the twins meet their new partner, retired Toon private investigator Eddie Valiant who is also hired to investigate the rumors at Maroon Cartoons Studio CEO R.K. Maroon’s request. The three do not hit it well with first impressions.

Credit for inspiration goes to @imaginarytoon1, author of “The Birchwood Twins: Toontown Investigators” and @its-metal-mistress, author of “Bendy and the Ink Machine: Learning How to Live”. Please check out their own wonderful content ^^!

Special Guests Tags 😊: @marinerainbow, @slashingdisneypasta, @los-angeles-toon-patrol, and @weaselnerd (BTW, I have a favor to ask. If you guys received this, can you please comment you saw my chapter? I’ve been having WiFi issues lately ☹)

Warning: Eddie being biased towards the twins 😑

The twins followed the lady down the hallway to R.K. Maroon’s office. As they walked, they marveled at the sight of various Toons and Toon celebrities walking around the streets at the studio. The walls were embellished with posters of Roger and Herman’s cartoons from Babes in Arms to Tummy Trouble and The Wet Nurse.

“They must be the stars of the studio,” Tom said to his sister, who gave a little shrug as if to say, “Guess so”.

The lady knocked on the doors polished in oak wood. “Mr. Maroon? Our guests are here.”

“Ah! Terrific!” a man’s voice responded. He clapped his hands, “Send them in, please.”

She opened the door for the twins, and they thanked her before stepping into Maroon’s office. It was a classy, organized room with walls painted in ivory decorated with golden statues of Toon celebrities and posters of Roger and Herman’s cartoons near a single green sofa chair on the right. The floor was polished in dark green and red, and only had two little stairs to the office desk. The desk itself was shaped in a curved style, decorated with more cartoon memorabilia and the chair was tufted in vintage green leather. Two velvet green curtains spread open, giving a splendid view of the Acme Factory. And sitting on the office chair and another in front of the desk were two men.

R.K. Maroon was a tall, but stout man. His skin was olive, and his hair was black peppered with streaks of gray. He wore a dark silver-grey jacket accented by a crimson handkerchief over a white dress shirt, a tie threaded in streaks of black, white, and red, and matching silver-grey trousers with polished black dress shoes.

And the other man, judging by his washed-up detective getup, had to be Eddie Valiant. He was slightly shorter, but a little stockier. He wore an old, coffee-colored jacket with a surprisingly clean white dress shirt, holding a black tie dotted in diamond shapes marked with single red x’s and dark suspenders with scuffed shoes. But unlike Maroon, he kept his short dark brown hair hidden in a classic brown fedora. He raised a brow at the twins’ appearances, giving them both a once-over look before his brown eyes darkened. Tom returned his glance with a concealed warning glare, which did manage to tell the man to keep his trap shut. At least, for now.

“Hello and welcome to Maroon Cartoons!” Maroon walked over to meet the twins, extending his hand out. “You must be Mr. Valiant’s assistants. I’m R.K. Maroon, the proud owner and CEO of the studio.”

Tom accepted his handshake, “Tom Toonz. And this is my sister, Twyla.” He motioned to his sister, who shyly held her hand out for a handshake.

“It’s very nice to meet you, too.” Maroon shook her hand before he turned to the brooding man. “OK, Eddie, you’re free to go.”

“Great,” Valiant grumbled, taking another gulp of his flask and stuffing it in his pocket before storming out of the office.

The twins sighed and shared a deadpan look. “Let’s get this over with,” he grumbled, and they followed him, not noticing Maroon’s smile turn a little…less sincere.

_____________

They followed their “partner” all the way across town, where he decided to hitch a ride on another trolley without them. Asshole. The Red Car stopped near an archway building called The Terminal Station Bar. Just as Eddie was about to take the first step, a young gruff voice spoke from behind him.

“Leavin’ us out in the open?”

“Jesus!” Eddie whirled around, but he glowered when he saw the twins with their arms crossed. “Didn’t anyone ever tell ya it ain’t smart to sneak up behind people?”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell ya it ain’t polite to ditch your coworkers?” Tom answered his question with another question, raising a brow.

“No shit, sherlock,” Eddie grumbled. “Look, I got no time to deal with you Toons—”

A hand grabbed him by the shoulder before Eddie was forced to make eye contact with the young gunslinger. Tom’s tone was even but had a firm undertone do it. “I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you. Where we come from, we don’t take kindly to racists and that does not exclude you, Mr. Valiant.”

Eddie’s glare faltered a little, his brown eyes slightly widening from the stoic, but intense glare in Tom’s darker eyes and his slightly tightened grip. After a long tense moment, he sighed and let go of the human’s shoulder. “Look, buddy. We get that we’re Toons, but like it or not, Maroon and the fuckin’ man-brat requested all three of us for this job. So I’ll offer you a deal, let us help out and I’ll split our cut 50-50 considering the time of the century we’re living in. And after that, we’ll be gone by sundown. Deal?”

The disgruntled man glared down at the floor, as if he were blaming it for all his troubles right now, then he sighed. “All right. Deal.” He shook Tom’s hand, then pulled back. “So Herman brought you two in for the same favor, huh?”

“Yeah. Apparently, there’s a rumor going around saying Jessica’s cheating on her husband. Then he sent us your way, but the problem is we don’t have a camera. And with what we got right now ain’t enough to give Herman the proof.” Tom glanced at Twyla, who nodded.

“I see.” Eddie sighed, “Wait here. I don’t want the guys to see me in the bar with you runts.”

He turned around and headed into the entrance. Tom flipped him off behind his back. He nearly bumped into a drunk who reeked of bad B.O. and booze that almost reminded him of the Hellhole and walked over to his sister who leaned against the wall while looking at her cell phone.

“Have you reached Adam and Echo yet?” he asked.

Twyla shook her head, “No. Apparently, there’s no signal in this time period.”

“It’s the 40’s, sis.” Her brother reminded her, taking his hat off to rub his temple. “We’ll try again later. Last thing we need is to make Echo sick with worry and Adam beat the shit out of us with his fuckin’ laptop.”

“Agreed.”

Suddenly, Eddie stormed out of the bar, clenching his fist. Tom saw some pieces of eggshells falling out of his palm and could tell some shit went down. “We’re going straight ahead. My office is in that building.” He spoke gruffly with teeth gritted in fury, jerking his head at a large suburban-styled apartment building across the bar at Hope Street. The trio entered the building and walked up a set of stairs leading to a long hallway with doors. After a few blocks down, Eddie led the twins to an office door labeled “VALIANT & VALIANT, PRIVATE INVESTIGATORS”, and in the center was a badge-designed symbol written “Veritas”. Eddie opened the door to his office.

His office…was a one-room apartment. The walls were tawny brown, hanging up portraits and photographed frames. It had a small kitchen with enough room to fit little a card-playing table and chairs, refrigerator, oven, sink, and thank God there was a bathroom. On the left side of the office stood a couple of dark oak shelves scattered with documents and more bottles of Jack Daniels while a dark brown leather chair stood a few feet away from them. And standing in front of the blinded window stood two office desks connected to each other with a single vintage chair. One was polished, though littered with picture frames, papers, booze, and debris. And the other was organized and well-put but covered in thick dust. There was only an unfinished scrapbook, a magnifying glass, an adorable Betty Boop figurine, rounded spectacles, and a pipe next to two organized pens. Everything was dusty, but untouched.

Eddie sat on the chair where the scattered desk was, obviously his office desk. He motioned for the twins to sit on the chairs around the table and they each grabbed a chair.

“Now if you’re going to work with me, I have to lay down some ground rules for you.” He began, making eye contact with them. “First, never—and I mean never—sit on this desk.” He pointed at the dust-blanketed office desk without taking his eyes off his “partners”. “Second, don’t slack off or goof around like you Toons do.” He added, and Tom held back a murderous growl while Twyla’s fur lightly bristled with equal rage though she was in more control of her composure. “And third of all, don’t do anything even remotely stupid that will embarrass me or get us killed while we’re on the job. Got it?”

Tom and Twyla both silently nodded. “Yes, sir.” The older twin spoke.

“Good. But before I tell you my plan for the evening, I want to know you two more. Who are ya and where are ya from?”

Tom, who was always one step ahead, did all the talking. “The name’s Toonz. Tom Toonz. And this is my twin sister, Twyla,” he motioned to his sister who greeted the man with a curt tilt of her head. Then, he dug down into his pocket to pull out a file containing two copies of their credentials that Twyla so kindly upgraded a while ago. Tom handed the papers over to Eddie. “We were hired by Baby Herman as covert investigators from Chatham, Chicago.”

“Chatham?” Eddie raised a brow, as if he were perturbed by the fact. He looked at the papers’ contents again for confirmation. “Uh, that’s a rough part of town, ain’t it?”

“Yeah, well, Chicago is rough.” Tom responded with a shrug. “But it’s one of the biggest joints out in the city to pull a sleuth job.” When Eddie furrowed his brows in confusion, the male halfie elaborated. “Before we came here, we’ve done some favors, too. Folks would show up on our door, asking us to find some dirt on people on their lists. Cheaters, scammers, liars, folks pilfering and selling recreational goods for their clandestine businesses, you name it.” he finished, trailing off, “Chicago ain’t as big as New York, but the streets are just as tough and crawling with creeps and sleazeballs of all kinds, and thugs itchin’ to take a crack at you.”

Eddie observed the scar on Tom’s right eye, then looked down. He nodded, “Yeah? Is that why you’re packin’ heavy heat?”

Tom followed where he was looking and saw the hostler of his gun coiled around his right hip. He softly cursed and tried to hide it better when Eddie cut him off. “Ah, don’t sweat it, kid. I get it. You’re trained to prepare, and that’s good. You need to use your eyes and ears, or else the pigs will be blowing your house down.”

“Ha-ha, hilarious. You’re a real fuckin’ Charlie Chaplin,” Tom snorted, but Eddie didn’t get irritated from hearing the swear.

Eddie turned to Twyla, “What about you?”

Twyla’s ears drooped, but Tom was kind enough to answer for her. “Um, sir.” He spoke to Eddie, softening his tone while keeping the eye contact firm but steady. “She doesn’t feel comfortable talking just yet.”

The detective rose a brow, but he didn’t get upset. “Just yet?”

“She struggles to speak when she’s out in public and she’s very shy, but once she gets to know you better, she’s only a lady of a few words.” Tom replied.

Thankfully, Eddie dropped it. “OK, I got ya. So you can say she’s more of the silent type?”

“Yeah.” Tom nodded, “But she’s learning some of the same skills as I am. While she struggles in conversation, she makes up for it with tracking skills and finding clues. Plus, she as a keen attention to detail and is an excellent master of stealth.” He grinned proudly at his twin’s adorable attempt to hide her embarrassed, blushing face while trying to shove her brother off his chair. However, she managed to punch him roughly in the shoulder. “Ow!” he rubbed his right arm gingerly, “And did I forget to mention she hits like a guy?”

Unbeknownst to them, Eddie pulled up their papers to hide an amused chuckle. He cleared his throat and lowered the papers, folding his hands together. “All right, back to business.”

“Right.” Tom fixed his jacket before facing the human. “So, what did Maroon tell you?”

“He told me that the rabbit’s got his tail all up in in knots because of his wife, Jessica.” He tossed Tom a folded newspaper, and the twins huddled together to take a closer look. Written in bold black, the headliner read, “Seen Cooing over Calamari with Not-So-New Sugar Daddy was Jessica Rabbit, wife of Maroon Cartoons Star Roger Rabbit”. Eddie continued while the twins read, “Like you said, there’s always a cheater crawling around. Maroon says Jessica’s poison, but Roger thinks she’s Betty Crocker. Maroon wants us to go to the joint she sings at, a little evening hotspot called The Ink & Paint Club and dig up some dirt on her.”

He glanced up at the twins warily. “There’s just one problem, though.”

They looked at him, tilting their heads confusedly. “What’s up?” Tom asked.

“Toons do work there, but the club is Toon-Revue. Strictly humans only,” he responded, hiding his concealed apprehension when the twins’ faces darkened. “I got some trench coats and hats you can borrow, so we’ll pull the old cloak-and-dagger trick and—”

Tom cut him off. “Oh, trust me. There’s no need for that,” he waved dismissively. And then, he pulled into a mischievous grin. “You just leave that to us.” He chuckled.

The twins shared a toothy smile that made Eddie’s blood run cold. Oh fuck, what have I gotten myself into? He thought.               

[bellathedweeb]

Since I'm getting back into my Problem Sleuth fixation I decided to pick up my self-insert-ish beast I made a while back and remake them, plus give em a ref sheet with some more meat to it

they may get to feature in some comics, if I ever get my lazy arse up and do stuff

[inkscapedoodles]

Hhhhhhiiiii!

Lol, I can't believe I haven't already posted this doodle page lol. Anyways, here's my Problem Sleuth OC! Their name is Meddling Journalist, but you can call them M.J ;P

Uhhh, some fun facts about them are that they like to bite things and argue with their Publisher about what they can put in their articles! Who's their Publisher? Boy, you sure do like asking questions I can't answer!

[colourfuldefuser]

hey guys i forgot, but i have this cat private detective named adam based off problem sleuth and he reads homestuck

he has a tall dog girlfriend btw

morials:3

ill post some of the comic later

[i-am-very-heck]

so hey! heres some of that loathing/problem sleuth crossover stuff ft. my loathing ocs :]

more interactions and such under the cut

[ozuzo]

Ultimate Homestuck ask game! (100 questions)

1. When did you start reading Homestuck?

2. What made you want to check it out?

3. Had you heard about Homestuck prior to reading it?

4. What does Homestuck mean to you?

5. Has Homestuck influenced you in any way?

6. What's your fondest Homestuck memory?

7. Have you meet friends through Homestuck?

8. How long did it take you to read Homestuck? Have you read it in its entirety?

9. Fave character? (overall)

10. Least fave character? (overall)

11. Fave "problematic" character?

12.  Fave beta kid?

13. Fave alpha kid?

14. Fave beta troll?

15. Fave dancestor?

16. Fave ancestor?

17. Fave guardian?

18. Fave carapacian?

19. Fave cherub?

20. Fave sprite?

21. A character you'd be friends with?

22. A character you wouldn't be friends with?

23. Fave quirk?

24. Least fave quirk?

25. Fave pesterlog?

26. Fave flash?

27. Fave song/songs?

28. Fave fan song?

29. Fave Broadway Homestuck song?

30. Fave lyricstuck?

31. Fave Homestuck AU?

32. Are there any non Homestuck songs that make you think about Homestuck?

33. Fave fanfic?

34. Fave Homestuck writer/fan artist?

35. Fave ship? (alternatively: fave ship in each quadrant?)

36. Have you read any fan adventures?

37. Have you watched any Homestuck video essays?

38. Who's your patron troll? And do you identify with them in any way?

39. What characters are most like you?

40. If you do cosplay, which Homestuck characters have you done or would like to do?

41. Prospit or Derse?

42. Meat or Candy?

43.  The Felt or The Midnight Crew?

44. Beta kids or alpha kids?

45. Red team or Blue team?

46. Canon or fanon?

47. What's your classpect?

48. Do you like your god tier or would you modify it to better suit your taste?

49. If you were in Homestuck, what would your color and typing quirk be?

50. Your strife specibus?

51. If you have one, what's your chumhandle?

52. What character interactions would you have liked to see/see more of?

53. Do you have a kidsona or trollsona?

54. Have you ever made fan kids or fan trolls?

55. Do you have any Homestuck OCs?

56. What's THE Homestuck reference for you?

57. Quick! You gotta prototype your kernel sprite, what are you dropping in there?

58. Would you play SBURB?

59. Do you think you'd win SBURB?

60. Have you read The Epilogues?

61. Have you read/are you reading Homestuck^2?

62. Have you played Pesterquest?

63. Have you played Hiveswap?

64. Have you played Friendsim?

65. Have you read the Intermission?

66. Have you read Problem Sleuth?

67. Have you read Jailbreak?

68. Have you read Paradox Space?

69. Have you read any of Hussie's other works?

70. What's an aspect of Homestuck you feel you know more about than the average Homestuck fan?

71. What's an aspect of Homestuck you'd like to know more about?

72. What's something you like about the fandom?

73. What's something you dislike about the fandom?

74.  Would you recommend Homestuck to new readers/friends?

75. Do you have any Homestuck memorabilia/merch? (official or not?)

76. A hot take or hill you'd gladly die on?

77. What are your popular opinions?

78. What are your unpopular opinions?

79. If you could canonize one thing and one thing only, what would it be?

80. If you could uncanonize one thing and one thing only, what would it be?

81. Are there any panels you particularly remember or enjoy?

82. Is there any character you like aesthetically, but not personality wise?

83. Is there any character who's grown on you over time?

84. Is there a ship you don't particularly like/straight up hate?

85. Do you have any crackships or rare ships?

86. Any headcanons you'd like to share?

87. Do you have any voice claims for the cast?

88. Did you find any part of Homestuck boring?

89. If you're a creative, do you have any Homestuck related projects?

90. Do you celebrate 413?

91. Do you remember the characters' birthdays?

92. What's your favourite art style within Homestuck?

93.  Karkalicious definition?

94.  Has Homestuck influenced what you look for in fiction?

95. What's a non Homestuck thing that you think has strong Homestuck vibes?

96. Others could clock you as Homestuck fan because [blank].

97. You recognise fellow Homestuck fans because [blank].

98. What's your extended zodiac sign?

99. How normal are you about Homestuck?

100. Will Homestuck stay somewhere inside you forever and ever wherever you go?

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

what up chat i am going through the inbox and i would like to make a humble request

when submitting quotes to incorrect homestuck quotes please. um. apply them to homestuck characters

hiveswap characters are fine (though we have also pointed people in the direction of hiveswap-specific quote blogs in the past) but like. jailbreak, bardquest, problem sleuth, psycholonials etc we dont really do cause to be frank most of us just arent as familiar with them. this also goes for quotes with ocs and trollsonas / kidsonas cause uh. We Dont Know Who This Is

please just keep that in mind when rollin up to submit something ok thx stay sillay

-mod dave

[missywritesfor7]

❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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Ch. 26: Clout

It was only a matter of time before Yoongi would face his first obstacle post-sobriety. He worried what the triggering moment would be and when it would hit him. What would push him back towards the bottle and test his restraint? Now that he’s facing that obstacle, he’s afraid he may not be as strong as he thought he was.

Minho arrives at Yoongi’s apartment to find him looking anxious and distressed. The texts he received from Yoongi along with the frantic phone call that followed had Minho making it to Yoongi in record time. At first glance Yoongi looks physically fine, but the moment he opens his mouth he can only babble nervously about how he wants a drink and he’s not able to make that craving stop. It takes a bit of time, but Minho is finally able to calm Yoongi enough to get him to explain what happened.

Those trending tags Yoongi saw about himself told a story that only further sent him into a deep dive of self hatred and regret. It’s not just about him being one of Chelsea’s victims, it’s about why he’s one of her victims. Internet sleuths and so called “investigative journalists” were able to put together a theory that seemed very possible to the public. The theory that Yoongi had or still has a drug addiction.

Being an alcoholic is nothing compared to the stigma of being a drug addict. And even many people are more forgiving of marijuana these days, though no one knows about the edible Chelsea gave him. No, right now people are discussing Yoongi being addicted to hard drugs, and that carries a stigma that could result in a public execution of a person and their entire career.

People began collecting photos and videos of Yoongi from the time they were in LA, and people claiming to know the signs of the use of certain drugs have managed to convince others that his drug of choice was either cocaine or heroin. His appearance had been dissected all the way down to the appearance of his fingernails. Videos by YouTubers and TikTokers are being uploaded by the minute with everyone wanting to give their opinion.

Seeing all of that made Yoongi feel sick to his stomach. He’s frustrated because of all things, people chose to think he’s a drug addict. He’d much rather they just know the truth that he’s a recovering alcoholic. He’s sad because he knows none of this will get past Hyeri and she’ll have to hear all of this and likely feel all of that hurt again. He’s disappointed because in the end he’s the one who set himself up like this. Every drink he hid, every stranger he gave himself to, every night he snuck out of his hotel, he did it all to himself. He’s regretful because what is he supposed to say to the rest of the guys? They’re in the middle of working on their new album and shit like this could bring it all to a screeching halt. They were all so excited about this next comeback and now Yoongi feels like he’s ruined it for them all. For that he feels such deep guilt. No matter how many angles he looks at this from, the one certainty to him is that it’s all his fault and he’s once again causing hurt to the ones he loves the most. Now he wants to run to the bottle, an urge that seems much too strong for him to handle.

Minho tries his best to bring Yoongi out of his overwhelming feeling of panic. He gets him a glass of water and gives him time to ground himself and return to the present moment. His first priority is to help quell Yoongi’s urge to drink, then he can delve deeper into the public massacre happening.

Just as Yoongi’s manager said, a statement was put out asking that Yoongi’s privacy be respected during this time. The statement was short and simple and only confirmed that Yoongi was a victim of theft and they are thankful for those who were involved in the capture and conviction of the perpetrator. To some, this statement was enough and they begin pleading for people to be more respectful towards Yoongi since he is a victim and it isn’t fair to scrutinize him when Chelsea is the criminal. However some others are more focused on the lack of response to the drug allegations. They feel the company should be aware of the rumors by now and issuing a statement that doesn’t address them makes people feel like the company is hiding something.

Hyeri has a bit of a light schedule today. She’s able to take it a little easy between scenes since she has more downtime than usual. During one of those breaks in the late afternoon, she receives a text from her mother asking what’s happening with Yoongi and if he’s ok. Hyeri has no idea what her mom is talking about, but as soon as she opens Twitter she sees it all. The statement from Big Hit, the news reports of Chelsea’s conviction, the rumors of Yoongi’s drug abuse, and someone claiming to know for a fact Yoongi wasn’t on drugs but in the same post alluded to being intimate with Yoongi. There goes another wound ripped wide open.

Hyeri’s heart sinks. She wants to check in with Yoongi, but at the same time she can’t bring herself to contact him. Instead she doom scrolls through the trends finding post after post that twists the knife in her even more. Specifically, she’s doom scrolling through posts discussing Yoongi being intimate with the person who posted about “spending a few hours” with him. She hates how much it hurts and she hates even more that she can’t stop reading on.

The person claiming to have been with Yoongi one night in Vegas claims they had no idea who he was and that he used a different name, though they couldn’t remember what it was. They said he didn’t have signs of heroin usage because there were no track marks on his arms, or anywhere else on his body. When asked by another commenter to be more specific, the person cheekily answered by saying Yoongi was “big and clean” and throwing three eggplant emojis at the end for good measure.

Hyeri throws her phone to the floor with a huff. She’s pissed, frustrated, sad, angry, and heartbroken. She isn’t sure what to do now, but she has no time to think about it as she has to straighten herself up and go back out to shoot her next scene. It’s difficult to walk back out on set and pretend like her heart isn’t sitting on the floor of her trailer bruised and battered. Still she puts on a brave face and takes her position.

Lucky for her, the scene she’s shooting requires her to break down in tears in her room at the thought of her on screen love interest choosing to date someone else over her. As soon as the cameras roll she lets it all out. The hurt rumbling within her is unleashed in a pained wail followed by heavy tears leaving trails of mascara down her face giving the added effect producers wanted when they had her makeup artist use cheap mascara that wasn’t waterproof. Not only is she supposed to cry, but the scene requires her to completely lose it. Writers want her to bang on tables, throw things, practically oversell the heartbreak in the most dramatic fashion.

So she did.

There was no easing into the tears, they just fell. They fell hard and she reached out and threw the first thing she could get her hands on, which was an alarm clock next to the bed where she sat to start the scene. She screamed into the pillow. She got up and tossed everything off of the computer desk. She turned towards the closet and pulled every piece of clothing off of the hangers while screaming incoherently. Tears, snot, and spit spray around as she moves from the closet to the shelf to continue her destruction. Figurines, books, journals, plushies, everything on that shelf was unsafe from her wrath. She let everything go in that scene unleashing the suffocating pain that no one realizes she’s truly feeling deep within her veins. In one final act of blazing despair, she grabs the chair sitting at the desk in the room and lifts it over her head and slams it down like a guitarist smashing a guitar at the end of a rage filled show.

“Why am I not good enough?!” Her unscripted cry as she falls to her knees and cries into her hands sends shockwaves through everyone present. Everyone is frozen in silence before the director finally realizes they’re still shooting and yells cut to end the scene.

Hyeri wipes her face then rises to her feet. The entire crew remains stunned silent. No one knows what to say or how to even carry on after such a scene. Everyone looks at each other while Hyeri stands there awkwardly waiting for her next instruction.

“Hyeri,” the director says stepping towards her. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” she lies.

“Ok…well we scheduled more time for this scene but I don’t think we need to do another take. That was incredible, Hyeri!”

“Oh,” she says surprised. She thought she had probably ruined the scene. She did way more than the script called for and her ad-libbed cry wasn’t something they had discussed previously.

“We could all feel your pain,” the director continues. “It was stunning, Hyeri. You can go to your trailer and get out of character, you’ve earned yourself an early release today.”

Hyeri shyly nods thanking the directors and the rest of the crew then retreats for her trailer. She changes into her normal clothes and washes the mascara stains off her face. She takes a moment to take a breath and decide what she wants to do now. She wants to go home, but she doesn’t. She shares her home with Yoongi and right now she isn’t sure she wants to see him. After 20 minutes of contemplating she finally decides to just go home anyway.

As if she weren’t already having a hard time, she arrives home to see a crowd of people near the main entrance hoping to catch a glimpse of Yoongi entering or exiting the building. The fact that these people even know where he lives is unsettling to Hyeri since she lives here too and fears for her own privacy and protection. Thankfully she’s able to drive through the security gate to the parking garage without being noticed. When she parks she sits in the car a moment trying to determine if she should back out and go somewhere else. It’s a long moment. A long 20 minutes of frustration and contemplation. Leaving now would be a nightmare considering how much she had to duck to remain unseen getting in. She curses and sighs then pulls herself out of her car.

She’s not surprised to see Yoongi on the couch with his nose deep in a book when she enters. She figured he would have stayed home if he already knew what was waiting for him outside. Seeing him makes her burn up inside but she decides to act normal and see if he’ll mention the shit show surrounding him.

“You’re home early,” Yoongi says putting his book aside. He notices the redness in her eyes and there’s no doubt in his mind that she knows what’s going on. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” Hyeri nods sitting on the other end of the couch.

“Are you sure?” He notices the distance she’s put between them and the guilt begins swelling within him again. Minho helped him ease his urge to have a drink and suggested he do something to occupy himself. He’d been reading ever since and now that Hyeri is home and clearly bothered, that urge is starting to creep back up.

“Yeah,” she repeats. “I had to shoot a crying scene. We got done early so I got the rest of the day off.”

Her response is cold and she hasn’t even glanced at him for a second. He watches as she pulls out her phone and begins tapping away. She says nothing else and he’s unsure what to say himself. He wants his liquid courage, but that wouldn’t make things any better. It’s because of that she’s getting up with a sigh and retreating to the bedroom. He hates this. He hates himself. He rises from the couch to slowly follow her to the bedroom. He doesn’t know what to say, but he has to say something.

“Hyeri,” he says stepping into the bathroom where she’s getting undressed.

“Hm?” She mumbles pulling her hair out of its messy ponytail. She only glances at him through the mirror then quickly turns her attention back to herself.

“I know you’re upset about all of this shit coming back up. I just want to tell you again how sorry I am. I wish I could take it all back, but-“

“But you can’t!” She snaps. “You can’t un-drink those drinks. You can’t un-steal your things. You can’t un-fuck those people!”

“I swear I will do everything to make it up to you. Anything you want, babe, you deserve it all and more. I know everything being brought up again isn’t helping anything between us right now, but I still meant everything I’ve said. I want to start over and make up for all of my bullshit. I know I can’t undo any of it, but I’ll try my damndest for you. For us.”

“Us?” She huffs throwing her shirt off. She’s not currently in the mood to think about us when there are people out there praising some random stranger for getting a few hours with Yoongi. Her Yoongi.

“I know it’s going to take time but-“

Hyeri quickly turns towards the shower and turns the water on to cut him off mid sentence. She doesn’t want to hear anything else from him right now. She wishes she had backed out and drove somewhere else. Every time she thinks she’s forgiven him and can move on trying to repair their relationship, she’s reminded that she hasn’t forgiven him completely. At least not for the cheating. His drinking? Sure she’s forgiven him. He’s been clean and looks almost healthier than he was before he fell down the hole of addiction. But cheating? Even if it’s just blowjobs, it still hurts her all the same and it’s not an easy hurt to mend. She’s starting to realize that. The two months he was gone she thought she would overcome it, but perhaps that time wasn’t long enough.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now.” She removes the rest of her clothing and steps into the shower without giving Yoongi another glance.

Yoongi sighs and exits the bathroom. He sits on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands trying to figure out what he’s supposed to do now. What he would give for maybe a small sip of whiskey to numb the pain.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself. “Fuck!”

Hyeri stays in the shower longer than she normally would. She cycles through feelings as she stands motionless under the stream of water. Forgiveness is fucking hard, but she doesn’t think it’s going to happen here or now. She needed more time away. More time to focus on forgiving him and not so much on his health.

When she finally drags herself out of the shower she can hear Yoongi in the kitchen. He’s likely cooking her a meal as a way of apologizing. As he usually does. It’s always the same. She takes her time drying off and slipping into her pjs. She then quietly pulls a large duffel bag out of the closet and begins throwing a few things into it. Clothes to last at least a week, toiletries, underwear, and a small jewelry box she takes with her when traveling that can hold a few pieces of jewelry. When she’s done she leaves the bag on the closet floor and walks out to the kitchen where Yoongi is at the stove.

“I know you don’t usually eat much when you’re on set, but I thought you would like a full meal since you’re home early,” Yoongi says shyly.

“Hmph,” Hyeri huffs.

“Here,” he says placing a plate on the bar counter.

Hyeri sits down with a sigh and begins picking at her food. She doesn’t even really have an appetite right now, even if she is staring down at one of her favorite cheat meals, rabokki (ramen + tteokbokki) with a soft boiled egg, a slice of cheese, topped with a little kimchi and green onions. A typical Yoongi apology. His stupid apology that always works. She sighs and begrudgingly takes a bite. It’s good as it always is, but she remains stoic while refusing to look in Yoongi’s direction.

“Do you want anything to drink?” He asks.

Hyeri grunts.

“Water? Or maybe tea?” He’s trying to get something out of her. Anything to ease the sharp pain shooting through his stomach as she gives him just the treatment he knows he deserves.

Hyeri growls and shoves another bite in her mouth.

“Ok,” he sighs in defeat, then retreats to the couch to give her space. He isn’t sure what to do to make things right, but he knows it needs to be good. Very very good.

While Hyeri spends the remainder of the evening closed up in the bedroom ignoring him, he’s lost in his phone trying to brainstorm ideas to fix the shit he created. Nothing seems good enough. He could lasso Saturn and bring it to her and it wouldn’t be enough. He stays up late searching, thinking, reading, and writing until he finally decides to head to bed.

Hyeri has long since cried herself to sleep in preparation for another early morning. Sleep was the only other thing she could do besides cry. She didn’t even want to step out of the room for any reason because she really did not want to see Yoongi’s face. She made sure to lock the door before falling asleep because she was certain her day would start off bad if she woke up next to Yoongi in the morning. She hopes he’ll get the hint whenever he tries to enter.

He definitely got the hint. The door didn’t budge when he tried to enter and he doesn’t have to be a genius to figure it out. He takes his book and retreats to the guest bedroom where he can only lay in bed and stare into the darkness of the unlit room. He knew the moment he saw the trends that she wouldn’t be happy. He knows she said she had forgiven him and wanted to start fresh, and he thought they were doing that, but now this seems to have sent them 10 steps backwards. He somehow manages to fall asleep after a while thinking of how much he absolutely hates himself and may truly never be able to forgive himself if he loses Hyeri for good.

The next morning he wakes up extra early to prepare Hyeri a quick and portable breakfast to start her day. He knows she’s beyond upset with him so he chooses to go back into the guest room after leaving her a breakfast gimbap roll. He laid in bed waiting to hear her emerge from the bedroom but he ended up falling back to sleep before he could.

Yoongi wakes up 2 hours later to texts from his manager to stay home again today. Not only are people still camped outside of his building, but it seems one caught a glimpse of Hyeri leaving for work. Thankfully they haven’t connected the dots that the two of them are together, but instead now people know that she lives in the same building as Yoongi. That doesn’t really make things better and Yoongi can’t imagine how upset Hyeri may have been when she left, but he still hopes she enjoys her breakfast.

He gets out of bed and goes to their bedroom. She locked him out which meant he couldn’t get to his phone charger so he’s hoping to give it some juice before it dies. He gets it plugged in then goes into the bathroom to wash up. He doesn’t even make it 2 steps in the door before he notices far less items on the bathroom counter than before. Hyeri didn’t take everything, but she took a lot of her things. Her face washes, moisturizers, pimple patches, and hair products are gone. Yoongi is quickly overcome with panic as he searches all of the drawers and cabinets only to find more of Hyeri’s things gone. He goes into the closet and sees the many empty hangers left behind, the handful of empty spaces where some of her shoes used to sit, and one big empty spot where her duffel bag used to be.

“Fuck!” He squeaks past the enormous knot in his throat.

Yoongi runs out to the living room where nothing has changed, but when he gets to the kitchen he sees the nicely made gimbap roll sitting untouched on the counter with a note next to it. Whatever the note says, he doesn’t want to read it. He knows it’s only going to break him, but he picks it up anyway and almost instantly falls to his knees in agony.

Yoongi,

I can’t do this right now. I need to focus on my work and this has become too much of a distraction. Don’t try to find me.

Hyeri