Warnings: Descriptions of 'animal attacks', Canon typical things
Author’s Note: I really wanted to come back to this series. But there was so much going on with it that I couldn't just finish it and leave it as it is. So I'm rewriting it. Some details have changed and I'm fixing plot holes while I'm going. So if this is your first time reading Monster, welcome! If you've read the original and are back to enjoy the improved one, welcome back. I hope Monster still brings some kind of joy to your reading experience! Yes this was copied! Yes, I still feel the same way. Enjoy!
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Y/N couldn’t even begin to express the emotions that were filling her. She was in disbelief about what she had seen, let alone read. Every time she’d blink, images of her mother’s body would flood her mind. The details are gruesome in a way she never expected them to be. But there was only one thing her mind had settled on.
“There is no way an animal did that.” She said as she watched Damon look over the file. She hadn’t missed the way his blue eyes had widened slightly as he had looked over the information. “Not in the middle of town.”
Damon looked up at her for a moment before bringing his attention back to the file. The images were crystal clear with the details. While there was a body laying on the ground, the woman’s head had been tilted at an odd angle. One that was only allowed when a whole chunk of her neck had been torn out. Any further and her head would have been severed from her body.
Flipping the pages off on the other side of the folder, he took in the dates of the attack. After the date of the report he noticed who had signed off on it. Of course it had been Liz who had signed off on it. He sighed softly as he closed the file.
Damon slowly turned his body towards her. “Some animals-” He tried to come up with an explanation on the spot. He needed there to be a way he could give her the information she was seeking out, something to comfort her, without derailing his plans already. “They attack with little reason. She could have just been at the wrong place at the wrong time with an animal that didn’t care where or who was in its path.”
She wiped at the tears that were still falling on her cheeks, wanting to be rid of them. She shook her head slightly. Nothing in that report, or even her Aunt’s explanation, had made sense to her. It made her head hurt as she tried to piece things together in an attempt to get some kind of truth from it. But she was left with more questions than answers.
“Was your mom’s file on the list?” He asked as he knelt down and began picking up the other files she had dropped in the process of finding her mother’s file.
She shook her head slightly. “No. I was looking for another one when I saw her name on the file. I had never seen it and-” She took a deep breath, desperately hoping that the fresh set of tears that were threatening to spill would be kept back. “I was curious.” The words were barely above a whisper before she knelt down beside him to help pick up the mess.
Eyeing the files on the floor as he picked them up, Damon noticed that a lot of them had been about locals. Each of them had been killed in some shape or form over the last few decades. Most of them had different labels as to what caused their death, but he knew better. Especially when there were a few that been done by his own to hands.
Once they had all of the files collected and organized, Damon handed her the stack, along with the others he had found earlier. He watched as she set the small stack she picked up and placed them on top of his before standing. Sorting through them quickly, she pulled out her mom’s file and placed it back where she found it.
“Thank you.” She gave the smallest of smiles once the file was back in its place. “I swear I’m not one to usually get emotional, it was just- I didn’t expect to read that.
“There’s no need to apologize.” He returned the smile. “I’m sure you have a lot of questions running through your mind. I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to get out of here and get the answers you needed.”
He had expected that from her. He had expected her to go running out of the building to meet with someone, anyone. But she was still there, a determined look on her face that was barely hiding the heartache she must have been feeling. And if anything, it made Damon a bit more curious about her.
She shrugged her shoulders as she turned and started making her way back towards the table she had placed her bag on. “There’s no point.” She sighed. “You can’t get answers when no one is willing to listen to the questions.”
“Wouldn’t you be able to talk to your Aunt about this?” He asked as he picked up the list of files she had set down on one of the shelves. Several of them had been checked off except for a handful of them. He realized she had been moving a lot faster than he had with the few files he had collected on the opposite side of the room.
After placing the files down on the table, she began making her back down the aisle once more, picking up from where she left off. “She doesn’t like to talk about my mom’s death. I was seven when she died. Details like that,” she nodded her head towards where she returned the file. “Isn’t something you would want to tell a seven year old.” She gently pulled the list out of Damon’s hand and moved further down the aisle. “Since I’ve lived with my Aunt, my mom has kind of been a forbidden topic if we are talking about how she died.”
“I take it death is frowned upon in your house.” It came out jokingly. A way to help ease the situation. He began making his way back to where he had left his own list and continued his search for more of the files.
A laugh passed her lips and she shook her head slightly. “Depends on her mood I guess. We don’t talk about how my mom died, but the moment you bring my dad up, it’s all ‘he’s dead to this family’ and an endless rant of how he left. Though it’s not only me she is like that with. You should have seen her when Sheriff Forbes told her he moved back into town.”
He chuckled. “That must have been a sight.” He found two files and tucked them under his arm.
“She has a flair for the dramatics.” She grabbed a hold of the last file she needed on her half of the list and made her way back towards the table. “She wanted a restraining order placed on him and she wanted an officer placed at my side as if I was some princess.”
“Why does she hate your dad so much? Isn’t that her brother?” Even though he was curious, he knew this was important information. It could come in handy for them in the future. It was becoming clearer that the L/Ns weren’t as close knit as some of the founding families.
“You mean besides leaving me here to raise another family somewhere else?” She sighed as she tucked the files into her bag and looked over towards where she believed Damon had gone. “That is her brother, but she doesn’t see it that way anymore. We needed help when I was younger. I got sick and between the normal bills and my medical bills, we were about to lose my mom’s family’s house. She called and left plenty of messages for my dad that I was in the hospital. He never showed, never offered to help. He didn’t care about what happened to me.” She paused for a moment as she looked down at her nails, collecting her thoughts. “I remember how much the family had turned their backs on him when my parents divorced. It made sense that he wouldn’t want to come to my rescue when I needed it. My aunt ended up having to borrow money from some of the founding families. Medical bills were paid off and we were able to keep my mom’s home and pay off everything else my Aunt owed. Of course now any time the Founding Families come into her store, their purchases are free.”
“Perks of living in a small town.” Damon said as he made his way back with the rest of the files. “Everyone is friendly enough to help out.”
“Or they’re looking for someone to use as a charity case.” She noted with a shrug as she watched him. She placed her hands out for the files when he reached her.
His eyebrow raised as he handed her the pile. “Are you saying that me helping you out is just because I think you’re a charity case?”
She smiled at that. “I don’t know yet. Jury is still out. You seem like you have an ulterior motive, Damon Salvatore. I plan on finding out what that is. It could be for Charity or it could be for a totally different reason.”
“What makes you think I have an ulterior motive?” He asked as a smirk pulled at his lips.
“Let's see.” She said as she tapped her pointer finger against her chin. “You wanted my attention at the bar earlier. While you wanted to talk, but not flirt, it suggests you weren’t looking for your normal distractions that you tend to look for on occasion.”
“That’s not tr-”He began to say but she cut him off.
“I may not be a popular person in town to know everyone’s business, but I am observant, Damon. I’ve seen how easy it is for you to flirt your way into someone’s bed.” She shrugged slightly. “Either that or you’re really good at getting them to leave at the same time as you.”
He held up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, you got me. I indulge from time to time.” He watched as her eyebrow rose. “Alright, more than that. Are you sure you are an Aide? Because you'd make one hell of a lawyer.”
She smiled but shook her head. “Just an aide that's very observant of my surroundings. Which still makes me curious as to why you decided to help me out with this. I'm not one of your friends that you are constantly with.”
“I needed a change of scenery.” He lied with a shrug.
“And you decided that someone who is a workaholic and spends most of her time in the May-” She stopped herself as a thought crossed her mind. It made sense to her. Her eyes narrowed slightly on him. “What do you need from the mayor's office?”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you think too much into things?” He avoided her question. “Everyone needs a friend outside of the chaos they have going on around them, that’s all I’m offering. Scouts honor.” He said as he lifted his hand up. “No ulterior motive to get to the Mayor’s office.”
Y/N eyed him a bit longer before she sighed. “Alright, fine.”
She wasn't sure how much she believed him, but something within her told her to trust him. She may have been used to being a wild child while in college and while she was on her own, but since she had come back to Mystic Falls, she had been a bit of a loner. It was easy to count the number of friends she had on one hand.
Damon hadn’t exactly been lying to her. He had no ulterior motives for getting anything from the office she worked at. It was all about the council meetings that he needed. And after everything he learned with her tonight, the urgency was growing. The people he cared about weren’t safe with whatever changes Mayor L/N was about to enforce.
“Were you able to get everything you needed?” He asked a moment later as he took a step closer to her. “I’m only asking since technically this place is closed and we’re holding up someone else from going home.”
He wouldn’t normally have cared if they were inconveniencing someone else, but he still had his part to play for now. Showing concern for someone else working might add into what he was trying to sell. He watched as her eyes widened slightly the moment he finished speaking.
She had almost forgotten that they were in the archives after hours. Not to mention that she still had more things to finish up before the Mayor’s first day in office tomorrow. It surprised her how easily she lost track of time.
“I’ve got everything.” She nodded her head as she began to grab a hold of her things.
“Good.” He nodded in return and began leading her towards the entrance. “Let’s get you home.”
She chuckled. “I can find my own way home.” She assured him as they passed the employee. “Thank you so much!” She called out to him and he gave a slight nod as she pushed the door open.
“Come on, it’s late.” He noted as he walked out and closed the door behind him. “I highly doubt you’d walk through town alone at this time of night.”
She looked over her shoulder and gave him a smirk. “It’s a good thing I’m not walking.” She began crossing the street, back towards the grill.
Damon watched from his spot on the sidewalk as he watched her make her way towards her car. As she opened the door, she looked his way and gave him a quick smile before climbing in and closing the door. It was only a minute later that she had the car started up and drove away.
Damon shook his head before making his way towards the Camaro. He knew he was going to have a hard time with her. There was something in the back of his mind telling him that she simply wasn’t just the Mayor’s daughter. There was something more about her.
“Well?” Stefan asked the moment Damon stepped into the living room. “Did you learn anything about the Mayor and Y/N?”
Stefan had been waiting since Liz had given him and Elena the rundown after Damon left earlier. And much like many of the other times Damon ran off trying to do things on his own, he had concerns about what he was doing. More importantly, how he was doing things that could possibly make things worse.
Damon shrugged slightly. “”I know her father is an ass and I haven’t even met the guy yet.” He walked over to the side table that held several crystal decanters with alcohol within them. He poured himself a drink before turning to face his brother. “But he’s having her pull some files of cold cases over the span of several years that he wants to look over.”
“What about them?” Stefan asked, taking a step towards Damon.
“They all have fingers pointing to vampires as being the actual cause of death and not the cover ups. “ He brought the glass up to his lips and took a drink. “She even came across the file for her mom’s death. You wouldn’t believe who the culprit was for that one.”
“Let me guess,” Stefan crossed his arms over his chest. “You?”
Damon scoffed. “Wrong. I had no part in her death, but if the photos were any indication, that was a hefty chunk of her neck you took out of her.”
Confusion spread on Stefan’s face. “You actually think I did it?”
“The dates match up perfectly with one of your ripper binges.” Damon said with a nod before he took another drink. “Unless there was another vampire running around, dropping bodies like you did.”
“Where is this file?” Stefan asked, wanting to see the same details that Damon had seen.
“In city archives.” Damon said with a nod. “They open at eight if you want to find it. I can give you the aisle number, and case number if you prefer.” Damon set the glass down and walked over to Stefan patting him on the shoulder. “Not to worry, brother. The actual files he is interested in have been a majority of my past meals.”
Stefan rolled his eyes at that. “That news isn’t surprising. It;s also not surprising that he would want old cases like that coming into the office. If he was willing to take the founding families out of the council, he knows about the town.”
“Which is why earning Y/N’s trust is an important part of this non existent plan I have.” The question now was what would be that plan?
He usually could come up with a plan on the spot. But at this very moment, he wasn’t even sure what plans he could make. Not without knowing more information. He was usually several steps ahead. But now, he wasn’t even sure where he stood with it all.
“We could always just let Liz worry about it.” Stefan added, watching Damon. “We know she’ll give us the information we need. She’s not going to let Caroline be in danger.”
Damon shook his head. “As easy as that would be, something tells me Y/N is something more than just getting in with the council meetings.”
He couldn’t directly place it. But there was a thought that was bouncing around in his mind several times since he left the archives. A thought that told him Y/N had been more than just being the Mayor’s daughter. As much as his mind was telling him she was just another person caught in the grand scheme of things, he knew there was something else.
“Did she say if she could or not?” Stefan asked a moment later.
“I haven't even asked yet.” He shook his head once more. “She already suspects I have an ulterior motive in wanting to help her today.”
Stefan chuckled. “Can you blame her? She’s had a mostly quiet life since coming back and you’ve decided that now is the time to walk into it.”
“We hardly know her, I think she was mostly jumping to conclusions.” Sure she had told him it had been mostly her observations that told her everything she needed to know.
He hoped that there was some part of her that had begun to trust him. That his usual charms had managed to work in his favor. Even when she met him with resistance on some of it. Maybe he’d try things a little differently the next time.
He could take that necklace off of her when she wan’t paying attention. He could compel her then and get what he needed to make sure he was playing things right. Or he could scare it out of her in some way. But then there was that thought in the back of his head nagging at him that he couldn’t do that to her.
Stefan sighed, shaking his head. “You really are oblivious to everything else when you have your mind set on something.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Damon asked as his brows furrowed.
“I get that we have a lot of reasons not to worry about a majority of the people in this town. But if you opened your eyes or listened to some of the things people say, you’d know why she has her guard up. And I don’t blame her for thinking you’re only talking to her for something you want.” He shrugged his shoulders before heading up the stairs, leaving Damon to figure out what he meant.
“Well that doesn’t help.” Damon said as he walked back over to the side table, pouring himself another drink.
But it didn’t stop the questions that had started to form. What exactly had he been missing about Y/N?
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If requests are open, could I maybe request a part 2 of It’s My Responsibility? I’d love to see every’s reactions to the pregnancy, and Lucifer starting to really fall for the reader?
Hey, Anon.
You requested this a couple years ago, and I don't think I can fulfill it. I was trying to find a way to integrate what I wrote for It's My Responsibility and the show's plot (and then I was out of the fandom for a while), and especially after finishing season 5B, there's too much of canon it conflicts. Granted, I can say it won't be following canon, but it was too much outside of the world for me.
I'm so sorry you had to wait so long for an answer, but I can't write your request unless I completely rewrite It's My Responsibility. I'm not that into the whole pregnancy and parenting side of fanfiction anymore, but I'll keep your request in my mind if I ever want to dive into it again.
You're one of my first and currently the only request left on this blog which makes it harder to say no. I couldn't just delete your ask because of that and felt compelled to respond. Thank you for requesting, and I apologize.
Uhh technically yes? I just haven't written in so long that I'm lowkey afraid my writing is even more shit. But feel free to request! It won't mean I'll do it, so beware. I don't do anything revolving parenting or pregnancy anymore. My fandom list is a little outdated, but I'm willing to write.
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It's hard, right? Seeing someone you love fall farther and farther away.
Everytime, our fingertips touch until I'm yanked back into the darkness. The doors would begin closing, and I'd run to the light before I'm yanked again. Through the sliver of light, I see she's facing someone else and holding their hands, exchanging words. The darkness echoes with the doors' closing, and I'd scream, I'd wail, and I'd wait. The darkness would then dissolve into my bedroom, and I'd sleep.
But not this time. This time was different.
Yes, I was yanked back, but I stood there, watching the darkness swallow the light. I didn't run, I didn't scream or cry. I smiled. I smiled because she was smiling. I smiled because she was happy. Because that is what mattered, right? I accepted her choice and my fate.
If I'm happy for her, then why does my chest ache whenever she's in the chatroom, favoring another? If I'm happy for her, why am I staying up late, sitting at my dining table, thinking about it? Why am I eating sweets to console myself? Why do I torture myself in replaying that image of her and her chosen one? Why do I feel water falling down my hot cheeks?! If she's happy, then why can't I be to?!
I write for lots of people! Almost all of them are from T.V. shows or book-to-movie adaptations that I enjoy. Some shows and movies include The Flash, Lucifer, Downton Abbey, and Harry Potter. I made a list of fandoms and characters that I write for if you want to check it out!
Thank you @peachy-parkers for tagging me. I really suck at keeping in touch with people; I'm sorry, but anyways~.
I tend to go in depth because a) I can't help it; I don't really talk even with people, so I don't tend to talk about things I like, and b) my anxiety tells me that if I don't explain some of these, then whoever reading would hate me. I also wanna say for about the past two years (late '16-18), I was climbing out of the K-Pop hole after falling into it in early 2014, but I decided to check out the new group, TXT, when they debuted early last month (March), and I plummeted into the hole again. So, expect this post to be full of K-pop. So, yeah. Whoooosh!
Nickname(s): I don't really have any as my name is one syllable. Of course, there's the classic "[Name]-ah" from my mom.
Zodiac: Taurus :')
Height: 5 ft 2 inch or 157.48 cm.
Last seen movie: It wasn't the whole thing, but I watched bits of the Disney classics, "Sleeping Beauty" because I've been showing my brother my childhood :")
Last thing I googled: "what are aesthetics"
Favorite musicians: BTS, ASTRO, TXT, 1TEAM, ROMEO, SEVENTEEN, Mariah Carey, Michael Jackson, Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, Jasmine Choi, and TwoSet Violin (Brett Yang and Eddy Chen).
Song stuck in my head: SPEED's "Don't Tease Me."
Other blogs: My main blog is Friendelius. Then there's this blog, Friendelius-Writes for writing, i-love-authors for reblogging writing and art, and duckduckguz which was actually made for a school project/biased "book summary."
Followers: 78 followers on here! Thank you so much even though I haven't written anything in the past few months 😊.
Following: Following 64 on my main.
Lucky numbers: My fortune cookie said 7, 32, 18, and 24 were my lucky numbers.
Dream job: Something in music and/or performance like acting. I've always wanted to sing when I was younger, but I realized I can't sing. I've been thinking about music composition or performance with the flute, but that's a dream. I'm definitely minoring in something music related when I attend university, though, if I don't major in it.
Amount of sleep: 7 and half hours of sleep plus an accidental 3 and a half hour nap :) It's to catch up on all the sleep I missed the past week lol.
What I'm wearing atm: Orange basketball shorts and a grey t-shirt.
Favorite food: Anything with noodles.
Languages: English is my number one. I took Spanish and then Latin, each for two years, but I didn't retain much. I can understand some Korean, and I understand Mien as I grew up hearing it but not enough to speak it well.
Play any instruments?: Flute and the tiniest bit of snare drum.
Fave song: Ugh, I can't pick only one! So, besides the one I listed before, some of my favorite songs are:
ASTRO's "Should've Held On/Again."
"NalinA" by Block B.
"Boy in Luv," "War of Hormone," "2! 3!," and "2nd Grade" by BTS.
"Countdown" and "Vibe" by 1TEAM.
"Miro" by ROMEO.
"Miroh" by Stray Kids.
EXO's "Promise."
"Mirror" by MBLAQ.
And I'll stop there lol. Trust me—this list was much longer.
Random fact: Besides assigned school readings, I haven't read a published book in a long while (like 7 months)...but I love to read. Of course, it's not including fanfiction because if it did, I last read one, like, three weeks ago.
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This is the highly requested part two to A Drunken Confession, which I wrote for @friendelius-writes . Huge thanks to @adepressedstudentslife
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Weeks after that unfortunate drunken confession, you found that you’re still facing the heartbreak that Peter had left you with. Except, now, you couldn’t help the anger and frustration boiling up because of your own actions.
In the aftermath of the breakdown, you’d resolved to getting over it. There’s nothing you could’ve done, and although you had called off the friendship, you still felt that it was your duty to make sure he had his happiness, which for a while it seemed he did.
And so to help, you found a boy who did like you back. You had crossed paths in Science, and he was sweet and stuttery. He made you happy, mostly, and he was head over heels for you, but this is where things started to get complicated.
Ever since your confession, Peter had found himself seeing you where he shouldn’t, and god did it eat him up inside. Sometimes he thought he could hear you say his name; sometimes he could smell your gum when he studied, he remembered how you’d claimed chewing gum helped you remember concepts; sometimes he’d catch himself leering towards a McDonald’s trip, before he thought about how wrong it’d feel without you stealing his fries and coming up with some silly excuse as to where the fries had gone; sometimes he thought his girlfriend’s touch was your own. He just couldn’t find comfort being with her like he used to, which in the end, caused him to end it with her.
When Peter broke it off with his girlfriend, part of him felt bad for her, but the larger part justified his actions; it was better to end things now rather than lead her on. Besides, he could finally be with you now and you’d both be happy. It was for the best, for all of you, if he ended it then and there.
At least, that was how it was meant to go.
But when Peter swung over in his spandex suit that night, he’d been crushed before he could start.
Excitement ran through his veins as he swung to your place. Images of you and how you’d react passed through his mind. He could barely contain his smile when he reached your house, he had rehearsed how he’d tell you that he loved you all the way, he pictured how it’d feel when you’d engulf him in your warmth, how your lips would feel on his. He could practically feel himself melting under your touch, sense your hands burying in his hair, the shine in your eyes when the two of you would separate. Finally, you could stop running around his head.
He almost knocked, almost. His knuckles were inches away from the surface of your window when he froze. It felt like a bucket of cold water simultaneously poured over him while his insides burned with fire at the scene of you cuddled on the bed watching a movie with him. Your new boyfriend.
Peter didn’t want to watch but he found he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way your boyfriend tenderly stroked your hair and how you nuzzled into his chest, from how badly Peter wanted to be in that boy’s shoes.
Peter left that night feeling like the biggest loser; he had your heart in his hands, but he foolishly tossed it away and now he was suffering the consequences.
That wouldn’t stop Pete from caring about you, though. He knew better than to try and weasel his way into your life again, especially when you were finally happy, but he didn’t think you’d notice his alter-ego.
And so he spent many nights on rooftops watching you walk home, making sure you were safe, keeping you out of trouble. Because despite the distance, the pain of the separation, he couldn’t think of anything that would hurt him more than losing you.
Some nights this seemed like the worst thing he could do, when Peter broke it off with his girlfriend he knew it was for the best, but he’d hoped it’d be a new beginning for you both, not the beginning of the incessant ache in his chest.
For example, one night he watched you walk to a local restaurant looking like a star, and his heart leapt out of his chest as he watched your mannerisms, how you’d tuck hair behind your ears, how you kept smiling giddily. He could swear he’d never been more in love.
But his heart was soon shattered at the sight of your boyfriend jogging over to you, looking dashing. And the final stomp was when he leant down to kiss you so tenderly and instantly Peter’s stomach bubbled hotly, it felt as though he’d swallowed cement. He couldn’t look away from you, you were positively glowing, something Peter could still see through his tears.
That was the last night Peter watched you walk home, though he still kept an eye out for any trouble coming your way, he couldn’t bear to watch you walk home with your boyfriend, hand fitting so nicely in his as you laughed at each other’s stories.
Eventually, you had left town for University, and Peter slowly began to move on. At least it seemed that way.
You had gone to study at Oxford in the UK, whereas Peter had gone to MIT, being oceans apart made the chances of you two meeting again more unlikely, however, this did not stop it from happening.
Tony had ordered Peter to transfer to Oxford due to a recent safety concern there and in the hopes of bringing ease to the people’s minds at the presence of a vigilante to protect them.
Of course, Peter had no idea if you were still in Oxford at all, hypothetically you should be still studying there, but Peter didn’t really care to re-open the wound.
Peter was currently off duty and he took that chance to explore the area as he strolled through the streets in his grey jumper. He glanced down at his phone for less than five seconds when he stepped onto the road. A car came roaring his way and he was a deer in the headlights, his feet wouldn’t move and the distinct screeching of the tires that barreled towards him was overpowered by his heart thundering in his chest. could only hear his heartbeat overpowering the screeching of the tires as his heart thundered in his chest.
‘This is it.’ He thought ‘This is where Peter Parker meets his end.’
Peter closed his eyes, preparing himself for impact while he listed off everyone who meant anyone to him.
That’s when he felt a hand on his arm and a shocking yank. He stumbled and fell over his own feet. His hands hit the cold concrete pavement, but he was alive. Oh, how alive he was. He could hear his breathing, could feel his heartbeat in his chest. He laughed incredulously and got up, dusting himself off.
“You alright, love?” he heard a soft voice ring, a voice that was warm and felt like home. Like laughter ringing on late night study dates, like cold ice cream and feet in ponds, like stealing sweaters and chases through the house. It felt like you.
His cheeks warmed when it clicked, he looked up at you quickly.
And my god, you took his breath away.
To Peter, you’d always been beautiful. Both physically, mentally and emotionally. Perhaps to him, you were more beautiful than to others. To him, you’d always been golden. The kind of beauty that shone from the inside out.
But now you were more gorgeous than ever. You’d grown into your beauty more. Your face was mature and natural, everything was perfect and you’d taken to accepting yourself more. He noted the way you’d changed your style. It was bolder, and now things fit better. One thing that had never changed was your eyes. They shone with concern and bewilderment, adrenaline shocking your irises. He smiled at you.
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Summary: How it would be like staying up late (intentional or not) with each member.
Warnings: my love for the Busan dialect, some (old) fandom jokes, and a small part about insecurity, but it's really just fluff :)
NOT MY GIFS
KIM NAMJOON
If he wasn't working on music, you both would normally lay in bed or even sit across from each other in those nice spinning chairs in his studio to talk about yourselves, going deeper into what made you into being you and even some topics about life in general. Maybe you sneak in some gossip you heard, but it's generally a nice, in depth conversation you have.
Of course, there's the occasional late night cuddle where you're lying against his body with his arm around you. Most likely there's Netflix or whatever source to watch dramas or movies playing.
He always wants to do big, romantic gestures as usually late at night is when he could actually be with you, but you always reassure him that you don't need it as he tends to be tired from a busy schedule. So, there tends to be lots of conversations and cuddling happening.
KIM SEOKJIN
Not gonna lie, he probably dragged you into the kitchen so he could whip up something new and have you taste test them, but nowadays, with touring and promoting, Seokjin would buy some food and share with you. You both would talk about your lives and Jin may vent about the members, his willingness to take over BigHit, and/or about how TXT is going (he's always praising them and acting like a proud father, you know?). This is your way of bonding in your relationship as you both love food and each other. Why not combine both?
If your relationship was public, Seokjin would have you on a late night EatJin and he would show you off, saying how beautiful and strong you are and how everyone should be eating well like the both of you. You would read the comments (and asking the chat in the nicest way to not ask for other members) and would have a fun time with Seokjin and the fans.
MIN YOONGI
With Yoongi, you tend to be in his studio, sitting behind him and watching him work on his music. There's a little talking as he wants to focus on his music, but to you, Yoongi's presence was enough because you didn't see him in person often.
But, when there is talking, it's usually you asking him odd, what-ifs questions like 'what would you do if Namjoon broke your door?' to just have a conversation with him. He would always answer with his choice and a detailed analysis as to why, usually making you laugh as his reasoning isn't always logical. He breaks out into his gummy smile when he hears you laugh. He does throw back some odd questions of his own, but he would leave it up to you as he claims he doesn't have good questions like you. Yoongi would actually have you listen to snippets of songs or beats to hear your opinion even if you don't have a background in music.
JUNG HOSEOK
So, during the day, he's playful and tried to make you feel included in any group activity/outing, but at night, especially getting around the early dark morning hours, he would be more serious and talk to you about projects he's working on and what not.
He's usually in his studio, so that's where you are as well, and he's always asking you for feedback on the music he's making. It didn't have to be a professional music breakdown and review, but a simple 'yes it sounds good' or a 'there's a part I'm not sure of'. As you're an ARMY, he wants an opinion of a fan. However, you are constantly reassuring him that there are millions of fans who would love the music as you are one person out of millions.
You're normally sitting next to him, in front of his computers, and when you could tell he's getting a insecure about himself and/or the music, you would hold his hand which comforts him—makes him feel at home.
PARK JIMIN
You and Jimin would be in a sitting room or just a small room with a table and chairs, and he would sit at the table with a notebook and pen out so he could write lyrics if they came to him (which doesn't happen often as he's distracted by your beauty). He'd gladly listen to you talk about your day or whatever and would make little comments here and there in his Busan dialect as a) he feels extremely comfortable with you and b) you love it and asked him to speak in it more.
He does go on about his life, but he tends to flirt with you because he wants to see you flustered and laugh.
There are nights where you may be in one of the members's studios because they want Jimin to check lyrics, rhythm, and/or do a test run of a part they think fits Jimin. You would be there to support Jimin and melt from his singing, and he may even be flustered when you compliment him. After discussing his potential part, he usually asks for your opinion as it's one of the opinions he truly cares about. But you're also an ARMY, so he gets a perspective of a fan.
KIM TAEHYUNG
Taehyung would be all in for a trip to the convenience store to buy a bunch of snacks to snack on. Normally, at this time, is when you and Taehyung would watch dramas together and scream at the screen, waking everyone up, because of a newly found realization in the drama. You both would be sitting on his bed, legs under the covers, with his laptop rested between you both and munching on the snacks y'all bought.
Sometimes, when there's a strong romantic tension in the drama, he would subconsciously (maybe not, but who knows?) hold your hand and squeeze it with his eyes glued to the screen. Sometimes, both of you would be so invested in the drama that y'all forget to talk to one another and just watch it.
JEON JUNGKOOK
There's really two main possibilities of what happens in a late night with Jungkook.
One of the possibilities is to lay around in his (or your) bed and play around: tickle each other, tease each other—whatever that isn't too extreme. Of course, you both would talk, and sometimes, he would reminisce the times during high school when he became an idol during that time and how much he and BTS has come. He praises the members for their hard work but would conclude by teasing each member.
The other possibility is to play PC games which is usually Overwatch. Y'all get competitive but especially Jungkook. He would pout if you end up having better stats than he did even if you were on the same team. Sometimes, you would take turns on the computer, playing by yourselves instead of playing together on the same team, but normally, you play at the same time to help each other out.
