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jennay · 11 months

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You were Wearing Converse

Request: Hey bestie! So I have an idea for a request and you can write it however you see fit (I trust you). Maybe reader is a new assistant for Bryan to help takes photos for the shows and Noah starts getting feelings as the tour progresses and gives reader little smiles and goofy faces when she’s taking pictures of him? Maybe it can lead to him getting the guts to ask reader out and they go on a date on an off day.

An: ok first of all I'm nervous. Second of all I love this and I hope you all enjoy. I had pictures for imagination of the photoshoot but the links weren't working 😭 thanks for bearing with me. If you want to be added to the tag list let me know.

Heres the picture of the duck drawing that was mentioned ( I don’t know who originally did it but I love them for it)

Noah Master List

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"You've got to be kidding me." You sigh as you browse through the photos on your laptop.

Bryan leans over to see what you're looking at. He compares his shots with yours. He settles back on the couch and crosses his legs. "Do you think he's doing it on purpose?" He wonders, his eyes studying the image of Noah making a face at you. "He never pulls that crap in my photos."

You keep scrolling, hoping for a decent one. "Every single one." You exclaim, getting frustrated. "This guy."

Bryan chuckles and shuts his laptop. "Damn it, Noah."

You shake your head and smile despite yourself. "If he does this tonight, I'm done." You joke. "I'm just walking off stage, and that's the end for me." You stand up, setting the laptop on the table of the tour bus. "I'm gonna go talk to him about it."

Bryan's eyebrow raises as he watches you head to the door. "Please be good. I don't want to fire you. We've done so good together on this tour, and if you piss Noah off, I'm gonna end up firing you!"

You swing the door open, smirking at Brian, "I'll be me…and we'll see how that goes. It's been nice working with you, just in case." You joke, "I'll wait till the show's over tonight...maybe that's a better idea." You sigh, "I guess I can stay and check the rest of these pictures and see if there's at least something good from the other three."

That night, you felt adrenaline coursing through your veins as you followed the boys on the stage with your camera, capturing their every move as they rocked to the music.

The crowd was roaring, the lights were flashing, and the sound was deafening. You loved every second of it. You crouched low, zoomed in, and angled your shots to get the best views of them.

You moved swiftly and skillfully, dodging the wires and the fans. You made your way to Noah, standing at the edge of the stage, singing passionately. His voice was raw and powerful, sending shivers down your spine.

You snapped a picture of him, and he looked up at you with a grin. He flashed you the cheesiest smile he could manage, showing his teeth. His eyes sparkled with mischief and joy. You couldn't help but smile back at him, feeling a warm flutter in your chest.

Noah fucking Sebastian was a different person when you were behind the lens. He put on a show for Bryan's pictures, acting tough and cool. He flipped him off, smirked at him, and glared at him with dark eyes. He wanted to look badass for the photos, fans, and image. He played the role of the rebellious rock star perfectly.

But when it came to you, he let his guard down. He was more relaxed and silly. He made faces, winked at you, and stuck his tongue out. He didn't care about looking perfect for you. He just wanted to make you laugh. Half of your pictures were too goofy or blurry to be used for Bryan's Instagram posts or the Bad Omen's official account. But you didn't mind. You cherished those moments of genuine connection with him.

You shook your head, moving out of the way and to Jolly's corner. You could usually get pictures of him without any sass. He was more serious and focused than Noah, but he still had his charm. That was until tonight.

Tonight, he seemed to be in a playful mood as well. He joined Noah in making funny faces and gestures at you, trying to distract you from your work.

You looked across the stage to Bryan, who motioned for you to come closer to him. He had a smirk on his face that told you he had something planned. You wondered what he was up to.

Your eyes met Jolly's again, and you got the perfect shot of him and Noah standing beside each other. They looked like brothers in arms, ready to take on the world with their music. The only downfall? Their tongues were out of their mouth once again.

They looked like two kids having fun, not two grown men performing for thousands of people.

"Fuckers." You muttered as you jogged over to Bryan.

He pointed to Folio, and you nodded without asking questions; you knew Bryan would test your theory. He stayed closer to Noah and Jolly while you stayed near the drummer and bassist, snapping some of the best pictures you've taken the whole tour.

When you turned around, Noah was standing somewhat beside you. He winked in your direction, making your heart skip a beat. You felt entranced by him as he walked closer to you, melting with each smile he gave you. You took that as an opportunity to snap a few pictures of him up close.

For once, he cooperated and gave a fierce look that matched his voice and attitude on stage.

In the pit of your stomach, you felt a weird fear like Noah suddenly turned into a fire demon, brown eyes now black as he danced around the flames. His back faced you as he gave deathly growls into the mic, sending chills down your spine.

As the night ended, you felt better knowing you had a few shots that Bryan could use for his social media posts and promotions. You could save these for your portfolio and some personal memories of this fantastic night with Noah and the rest of the band.

You smile as you watch Noah address the crowd of people who have gathered to see the show. He thanks them for their support and tells them how much he loves them.

The house lights flip on as he and the rest of the band walk off the stage, leaving behind a trail of cheers and applause. You and Bryan are waiting for them at the back, ready to pack up and head to the next city.

Noah quickly walks over to you, his face glistening with sweat and his chest heaving with breaths. He still has that adrenaline rush in his veins, making him look more alive than ever.

"What did you think?" He asks you, smirking as if he already knows the answer.

"I think I'm happy you finally let me get some good shots and let me do my job." You say, playfully pushing his chest with your camera. "You're kind of a pain in the ass, you know that?" You tease him back.

Noah laughs, pushing his hair out of his face with his hand. His brown eyes sparkle with mischief and charm. "So I've heard." He says, leaning closer to you.

You can smell his cologne mixed with his sweat and feel a flutter in your stomach.

You want to be mad at him, but you can't. You've only known him and the band for this tour, but you feel a good connection with them. They're honest and genuine, unlike other artists you've worked with. They don't live off the drama of the industry; they just love making music and sharing it with their fans. And Noah... he's something else.

He's talented, charismatic, funny, and sweet. He always makes you laugh or blush with his jokes and compliments. He's also incredibly handsome, with messy hair, a stubbled chin, and muscular tattoed arms. You've caught yourself staring at him more than once and noticed him doing the same.

You give him one last smile before turning around to leave. You have a lot of work to do before the next show, and you don't want to keep him from his friends or fans.

"See ya later, Noah." You say over your shoulder.

As you turn around, you feel a gentle tug on your wrist, stopping you from moving forward.

"Wait," Noah calls out.

You turn around again, looking up at him with curious eyes. What could he possibly want? You wonder.

"Go out with me tomorrow." He stammers out anxiously, his eyes darting around the room. His face flushes with a deep crimson as he realizes what he just said. He looks at you with a hopeful expression, waiting for your answer.

Your eyes widen with surprise, your mouth dropping open. He was flirtatious with you, but you thought that was part of his charming personality.

You never expected him to ask you out on a date. "Me?" You gasp in disbelief, pointing at yourself. "No." You nervously laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. Your eyes widen even more when you realize what you said and quickly correct yourself. "I mean, yes. Sorry." You laugh again, feeling awkward and embarrassed. "I'm tired. I'm gonna go now. I'll see you tomorrow." You say, holding your camera close to your chest and rushing away from him.

You were getting bored waiting for Noah to return. He wasn't late, but you were growing impatient, wondering what he had planned for the night. You had been on tour with him for a while now, and you were looking forward to spending some quality time together.

You looked around the room, trying to find something to do. Your eyes landed on a little yellow duck beside a Sharpie on the coffee table. You had an idea, one that might keep you entertained till Noah got back.

You sat on the couch inside the tour bus with your legs up to your chest, drawing on what you assumed was a toy duck a fan had probably thrown to one of the guys. You wanted to make it look as much like Noah as possible. You swiped on some scribbles for hair and his tattoos. You didn't consider yourself an artist, but you felt like it would get the point across.

As you drew, you thought about all the fun times you had shared with Noah. You remembered the first time you met him and how he had made you laugh with his silly jokes. You thought about all the adventures you had been on together and how much he meant to you.

You hear the bus door open and footsteps closer to you before Noah stands before you. "Whatchya got there?" He asks while pointing to the duck.

"Oh," you laugh, "I was just drawing." You set the Sharpie down and toss the small rubber duck to Noah.

He chuckles, turning the duck around to observe all the markings. "Is this supposed to be me?" he holds the duck up to his face and smiles softly. "Pretty much twins."

You both laugh as Noah sits down beside you on the couch. "Have you been waiting long?"

"No, I just got here a few minutes ago. Long enough to do my art project." you smile brightly. "So what's the plan, Romeo?"

"Well," he drapes his arm over your shoulder, "Matt's letting us use his rental for the night. I signed up for a cooking class, so there's the food part. Anything you want to do?"

You shrug. "I'm bringing my camera," you say, pointing to the table. "Maybe a little photo shoot is in order because with all the bullshit photos you've given me…. I deserve at least that." You giggle.

He nods knowingly, "OK, but I get to take some of you too. It's only fair."

You roll your eyes at him, "I don't know about that. Maybe if you're lucky, should we head out or?" You stand up, looking down at your casual clothing. "Am I dressed appropriately?"

Noah leans forward, a smile on his face. "If you aren't dressed appropriately, then I sure as fuck need to change."

You shake your head and let out a giggle. "You look good. You always do."

He stands up and follows you to the door, "Stop it." He blushes and tries to hide his face in his sweater. "Let's get out of here."

The drive to the cooking class wasn't awkward like you thought it would be. You spent a significant amount of time laughing and giggling like normal. Noah let you choose the music that surprised you, mainly because he made fun of everything you listened to. He listened with a smile, promising he wouldn't criticize your singing voice. He encouraged you to dance with him and act like an idiot.

As you both arrived at the cooking class, you felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. You were both eager to learn something new and have fun together. Noah was the perfect partner for this adventure.

He was charming, witty, and always knew how to make you laugh.

Throughout the class, you worked together, chopping vegetables, stirring sauces, and tasting each other's creations.

Debating which was better, you swore it was his, but he denied it, claiming yours was better. You were the more experienced one, after all.

You were thrilled to get your chance to shine finally. You had been waiting for this moment for so long. Photos. Photos that he promised you as compensation for all the crappy shots he forced you to take on stage.

"Oh, I see. You just want to keep a collection of my photos to stare at when I'm not around." He jokes as he follows you down the street.

"I want photos to show that I'm a damn good photographer and I didn't waste a year taking lousy photos of the lead singer," you retort, chuckling. "Come on." You gesture to the dim alleyway.

Noah stays close behind you and rests against the brick wall. His eyes drift to your side, and his jaw drops slightly. "A cat." He points under the fire escape, and instantly, you lose his focus.

You observe as he approaches the cat, making some sounds to attract its attention, and the cat seems fearless, allowing Noah to lift it without any mistrust of humans.

You grin as you witness the two, who have hit it off right away. "How did you-" You hoist the camera and capture a quick shot of Noah and the cat he names Layla. "I can't believe it just let you snuggle up. Noah, you're like a fairy tale hero." You tease, clicking another photo, this time nearer to the two.

Noah smiles from ear to ear, petting the cat. He inches closer to you, leaning in; he lets you pet his new pal. "She's adorable."

You reach out gingerly, "How do you know it's a she, could be a he, maybe it's Leo, not Layla…" You joke while peeking at him, smiling and concealing the grin that wants to show.

"He or she…is very adorable." He corrects himself, making the adorable part sound ironic. "OK, Snow White. It's getting dark can we get a few more shots?"

He looks at you with sandness, letting the cat down. He walks to the brick wall next to you and gazes at you with curious eyes, "Here?" He says, halting in front of the area of the building that has red and green vines crawling across the walls.

You nod, looking while raising your camera. "Take your sweater off." You say, squatting down.

"Trying to undress me now?" He chuckles but follows your request and flings his sweater at you.

"Noah!" You gasp as the sweater softly lands on your face. "You almost made me drop my camera." You fling the sweater over your shoulder, catching a whiff of his cologne. You back away a little, pressing the button to take the photos. "You're really loyal to the band, huh?" You point to his shirt that displays his band logo.

"Always loyal." He mockingly rolls his eyes, "It's not like I have a lot of options, y/n." He turns his head as if to spot something on the far horizon, and you seize this chance to snap a few more photos. He looks intense, and this man claims he doesn't have good angles; what a joke that was.

Suddenly, you hear a loud siren and see flashing lights bouncing off the walls.

A police car pulls up next to the alleyway, and a cop steps out. "Hey! What’re you doing here?" He shouts, walking towards you.

You freeze in panic, clutching your camera. Maybe the alleyway was a little suspicious at this time of night.

"We're just taking some photos, officer. Nothing illegal." He says, trying to sound calm.

The cop looks at you suspiciously, then at the cat under the fire escape. "Is that your cat?" He asks, pointing at it.

You and Noah exchange a glance, then shake your heads. "No, sir. We just found it here. It's very friendly." You say, hoping he won't ask any more questions.

The cop nods, then looks at your camera. “What do you got there?”

Noah steps in front of you as if he knows what will happen next and feels the desire to protect you from something happening to you. "We're not doing anything wrong here, right?" He questions.

The cop frowns, then looks at Noah's shirt. "Are you in a band?" He asks curiously.

Noah nods, smiling slightly. "Yes, sir. I'm the lead singer of Bad Omens."

The cop's eyes widen in recognition. "Bad Omens? My daughter is a huge fan of yours. She has posters of you guys all over her room." He says enthusiastically.

Noah laughs nervously, then looks at you. You smile back at him, feeling relieved.

The cop seems to have forgotten about the photos and the cat. He pulls out his phone and shows you a picture of his daughter holding an album of Bad Omen's from 2016. "Can I get an autograph for her? She would be so happy." He asks eagerly.

Noah agrees and signs his name on a piece of paper, writing a nice message, "Thanks for being a fan otherwise your dad might have arrested me."

The cop laughs at what he's written and thanks him profusely. "You two have a good night. And be careful around here." He says kindly, then gets back in his car and drives away.

You and Noah let out a sigh of relief, then burst into laughter. You can't believe what just happened.

You look at him with a mix of admiration and disbelief. "What the hell just happened?" You whisper, your voice is still shaky from the adrenaline rush. "That was…I don't even know what to say. That was insane."

Noah's eyes are wide with shock. He grabs your hand and pulls you out of the dark alley, away from the scene of your mischief. "Let's get out of here." He says, his voice urgent.

You nod wordlessly, following his lead as he walks quickly to the car. You feel his hand warm and firm in yours, and you squeeze it for comfort. "Noah?" You murmur, looking up at him.

He turns his head to you with a gentle smile, his eyes softening. "What's up?"

"You're holding my hand…" You point out, lifting your linked fingers. You feel a flutter in your stomach as you see him blush.

He clears his throat, "Oh, right, sorry. Do you mind?" He asks, looking nervous.

You shake your head, "No, it's sweet…" You say, smiling back at him. You spot a bench near the lake and point to it. "But I think we need to talk about this and what it means." You say, feeling serious.

He nods and follows you to the bench, sitting close to you. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer. "OK," He says, crossing his legs casually. "Let's talk." He says, grinning at you.

You take a deep breath, "Well, what happens after the tour ends? We live in different states and I travel for work just like you do for different musicians. I'm never in one place." You say, feeling worried.

He sighs heavily, "I've been thinking about this before I asked you out… How about you become a full-time member of the crew? You and Bryan are amazing and you don't disrupt our show. You do your work and you don't cause any trouble." He says, sounding hopeful.

He tilts his head to gaze into your eyes, anxiety flashing in his. He waits anxiously as you press your lips together and nod. "OK, well, I love that idea but, I have anxiety and I need to know this is realistic with us living in different states." You say, feeling uncertain.

He shrugs, "I think we can make it work if we really care. We can communicate and see each other. It's not hopeless." He says, sounding confident. "I've thought about this since the first time I met you." He admits.

"You don't remember the first time you met me! Lies." You giggle.

He smirks as he stares you in the eyes. "You were wearing converse and that cute ass summer dress. You came in to the studio and I almost had a heart attack."

You look at him with a shy smile, feeling your cheeks heat up. He leans in slowly, his eyes locked on yours. He brushes his lips against yours softly and gently. You close your eyes and kiss him back, feeling a spark in your heart. He wraps his arms around you and deepens the kiss, making you melt in his embrace. You run your fingers through his hair and pull him closer. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours.

"I really like you, Noah." You say, feeling happy. "But I'm terrified."

He smiles and kisses your nose. "I really like you too." He says, "I'm terrified, but at least we can feel like this together." He teases. "We'll make it work. I have a good feeling about it."

You snuggle with him on the bench allowing his arms to wrap around you and watch the stars twinkle on the lake. You decide to follow your heart and see what happens. In the long run, you knew this would be worth it. Noah was worth it.

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tsukimefuku · 7 months

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❅ Sand and Snow | Chapter 3

ALL CHAPTERS HERE | PREVIOUS CHAPTER HERE.

In the city of Odate, Akita, there have been multiple deaths in the past few weeks. The first-grade sorcerer Nanami Kento is sent out to investigate the snowy city, not knowing that it would be his last mission as a Jujutsu High student.

Why Nanami left Jujutsu High to become a 9/5 corporate slave.

Tags: Murder/mystery, canon typical violence, POV Nanami, Post Star-plasma Vessel Arc, Canon compliant, Angst but I'm not Gege

Here we go! First fight scene, and everyone's favorite white haired sorcerer arrives.

WC: 3.6K | on AO3 here.

This time, Nanami called Ijichi after reporting to principal Yaga. Ijichi picked up pretty fast, and had a worried tone to his voice.

"Y-Yes?"

"Ijichi, I have some things to ask. Firstly, do you have any new information about the Yamadas?"

Ijichi paused. "No... I have not. I mean, I don't." He sounded nervous.

"Is there anything wrong?" Nanami asked.

"No, just... h-haven't found anything yet. Nope. Nada."

He thought Ijichi's demeanor was out of sorts, but decided to not press the matter any further on the phone. Some things about this mission were shady, Ijichi must've had a reason to be acting like he was.

"Also, I need to have some samples examined. Is Ieiri available?"

"Samples? Of what?"

"Coagulated blood from the last corpse." Nanami answered.

Ijichi sounded like he fought back an urge to hurl and gagged a little. "I will ask her about it."

"Ok, do it now."

Nanami heard fast footsteps, a thump, another thump, Ijichi saying ouch and ruffling on the line. He sighed as he waited for Ijichi to solve his locomotion hardships on his way to Ieiri. Shoko picked up the phone and answered.

"Hey. What's up?"

"Ieiri, I need to have some coagulated blood samples examined. They contain a cursed type of venom. Normal methods were not able to determine its nature or origin."

"Tough luck, huh?" She responded. "Nanami, you're in Odate. Just the time it would take for that sample to get here... I don't think I can do anything to help you this time around, unfortunately."

He sighed. It was worth the shot, anyway. "What would you suggest?"

"This is something that has to be analyzed in loco and as soon as possible."

"I understand. Thank you." Nanami said as he hung up. He grabbed the phone number Shiori had given him earlier that day, and dialed it. She picked up.

"Hello, who is this?"

"It's Nanami. Are you occupied?"

"I'm not, actually. I'm just at home taking care of my plants. Why?"

"I need your help with something." He replied, hoping she wouldn't ask for further clarifications on the phone.

"Ok, I guess. You can come over. But please, knock on my door this time, stalker." She replied, before hanging up the phone.

Nanami sighed and started getting ready. As he thought about how much a job was worth if it meant getting accused of being a stalker, he did not notice his hotel room window was just barely open right before he went out.

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As Nanami approached the house in the woods, it started to grow colder. This time around, the snow beneath his feet was considerably thicker, and the wind felt like razor blades slipping just above the skin. He hurried his pace, just so he wasn't in the cold for longer than necessary.

Getting to the front porch, he knocked, and Shiori answered.

"See? Much better than hiding in the bushes and getting jumped with a gun. Glad you knocked." She said, jokingly.

"I did. You instructed me to." Nanami replied in a monotone.

He really has absolutely no sense of humor, she thought, welcoming him. "I'm brewing some tea, if you're interested. Will help ease the cold off."

"Thank you. I accept it."

"You really do talk funny, huh?" Shiori remarked, smiling.

Nanami seemed puzzled.

"Nevermind." She replied. For someone his age — clearly still a teenager —, Nanami sure talked in a very formal way. "Here, take it." She gave him a cup and got one for herself. She then poured the tea in both cups and sat on the table, inviting him to join her. He sat down and smelled the tea, it had the same strong sweet and flowery aroma.

"What is this?"

"Oka tea, one of Yamada's specialties." She answered. "It's a mix of herbs, flowers, and other dried ingredients. Some people still buy this concoction I make, I like to believe other Yamadas out there still make it for themselves, but my customer base has been growing thin. I almost can't afford the costs for keeping my greenhouse anymore." She seemed somewhere in between upset and resigned about the entire situation, adapting to another bad thing happening in her life.

Nanami sipped the tea. It was a perfect balance between sweet and acidic, but had no sugar or sweeteners added. It was impressive, actually. He looked at Shiori. "You still don't want to become a jujutsu sorcerer or an assistant for Jujutsu High? They pay well."

She scoffed, as if the idea itself was absurd. "There's more to life than money. I want to keep my family's legacy alive, even if it dies with me. Also, I have to wait for my brother's return."

"I see." He didn't quite know how exactly he felt about what she said. Never one to contemplate about the meaning of work, or purpose, for that matter, Nanami felt he had nothing to add to the conversation on this matter particularly.

"You said you needed help with something, didn't you?" She asked him.

"Yes." Nanami took out the scalpel enveloped in paper. "Do you have any reservations regarding blood?"

"Not really. My family would train us from a very young age in the tradition of healing with nature and those kinds of things." She shrugged. "I have helped my mother treat wounded people before."

"Fine." He unwrapped the paper and plastic, revealing a scalpel with a tip covered in blood. "I need your help taking a look at this blood sample. It has been infused with some type of cursed venom. I'd like to know if you know something about it."

"I see. I mean, I don't see anything out of the ordinary. But I get what you mean." She scratched her head a little, staring at the scalpel, not knowing exactly how Nanami thought she could help. Understanding about poisonous plants was one thing, working with cursed venom-infused blood was another entirely.

"You can't see cursed energy traces?" Nanami grew increasingly skeptical at her ability to help him.

"See what?"

"Vestiges. Here, look closely. Focus. It is like seeing a cursed spirit, but fainter."

She drew her face closer, and her eyes widened for a moment. "Oh, yes! I can see it! Some very small traces of cursed energy." Shiori reclined in her chair and laid a hand on her chin, while she evaluated some possibilities. "Look, I don't have a lab or anything here for analyzing whatever this is. I do, however, have some old books from my family that might help us determine the origin of this."

Better than nothing, Nanami thought.

She went upstairs, and he could hear sounds of things getting taken, dropped, twisted and thrown around, like Shiori was trying to remodel the house. At one point, it sounded like a large bookcase fell, followed by a scream and some cursing like shit and holy fuck. Shortly after, Shiori shouted, "I'm alright!".

He hadn't moved an inch, still sipping on his tea.

Shiori came down holding a very large — and apparently ancient — book. It had a very worn out brown leather cover, the binding seemed just about ready to give in to time and degradation. It also smelled funny. "Here, this might help us. Let's take a look."

She opened the book, and started flipping through the pages, until she got to a part that talked about poisons and different types of venom. "So... what do you want to know?"

"Is there any indication of a curse or shikigami that possesses venom?"

"Let me see." She put the book on her lap and started flipping through it. She paused for a moment, and then continued. "Well, there isn't anything about curses or shikigami. It has, however, some things about medicinal plants and such."

Shiori didn't raise her eyes to meet Nanami and stayed silent. He found that to be out of character. This would usually be the moment she'd make some unfunny or confusing remark.

"Is there anything about any plants or herbs that can asphyxiate someone?"

"I don't need a book for that one." She closed the book. "There is the heartbreak grass." Shiori looked at him. "The most toxic varieties are spread throughout Asia. Do you think someone could infuse the extract with cursed energy?" She asked. "Why would somebody even bother to do so?"

"It avoids that a jujutsu sorcerer turns into a curse after their death." Nanami replied.

"I see. But were the victims even Jujutsu sorcerers?"

This still didn't explain the bite marks, though.

Shiori looked through the window. "It's starting to get dark outside. I don't have much to eat here, since I'm the only one living in this house for the time being, but I might have some hibari senbei cookies, if you want to take them with you".

Nanami remembered Gojo would be arriving at Odate tomorrow, and had a faint memory of him asking about cookies. He sighed, putting his fingers in between his eyes, and responded, "Thank you. I will be needing that."

"Needing?" she replied, a little confused, as she walked into the kitchen to grab the baked sweets. "What would you need cookies for? Do you have low blood sugar or something? Here." She came back and handed him a small paper bag with homemade cookies inside.

"Nothing. I apologize for inconveniencing you." He replied as he took the bag.

"Don't worry. I appreciate the company." She smiled. "Even if you're a stalker, company is company, am I right?" Shiori said mockingly.

"Please, stop saying that." Nanami answered, annoyed. She just chuckled.

***

Back at the hotel, Nanami greeted Yoko, who was just about to end her shift. She waved as he got closer.

"Hello, Mr. Kento! Can I help you with anything?"

"Actually, I have some questions about Yamada Shiro, if you have some time."

"Oh." She was completely caught off guard. "Of course, I think." How does he know his name? "What do you want to know?"

"What can you tell me about him?"

"Well, I have been best friends with his sister and him since middle school." She said, whispering. Probably so that her grandmother couldn't hear anything. "They were good kids. He had a thing about protecting weaker people, but every time he got in a fight, he'd be 10 times more hurt than the one he had beaten up." Yoko shrugged. "And she had something about not meddling in other people's businesses. She just wanted to protect him."

"I see. What about his departure some time ago?"

Yoko was taken aback. "How do you know that?"

Dammit.

"During my work here in Odate, I've met your friend, Shiori. She told me her brother left the city a while ago."

"Your work in Odate? What do you do?" She asked, and then pondered. "Oh, you've met Shiori then."

"I'm a private investigator." It was hard trying to keep track of all the versions of his story. This was starting to become tiring. "I'm here to investigate these deaths in Odate. After talking to you and some people, I decided to go to Yamada's house and learn more about them, just in case." He replied. "Yes, I've met your friend."

Yoko was at a loss for words, wondering if he was treating her best friend as a suspect of any sort. She needed to talk to Shiori as soon as possible, and know more about what this man standing in front of her had said to her.

"Well, about Shiro... You probably heard it better from his sister. He left about a year ago to go looking for their parents, and grew increasingly distant, up until he simply stopped responding to our messages and calls to ask him how he was doing, around 3 months ago." Yoko thought that it would be fine telling him this, given that he probably already had that piece of information from Shiori. "Even though I wanted to call the police, Shiori asked me not to."

"I see." Nanami noticed her change in demeanor. He knew he wouldn't be getting very far questioning Yoko anymore. "Well, thank you for your time." He said, walking towards the elevator. When he got to his floor and started making his way to his room, he could hear someone shutting their window loudly. People lack basic cordiality with others, he thought to himself.

As Nanami entered his room, something felt off.

He looked around and nothing seemed actually out of place, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. As Nanami turned his back to the closet, for a split second, he felt someone lunging at him. Thanks to his reflexes, Nanami was able to throw himself in the window's direction before the culprit made any contact.

It was the man dressed in black.

Nanami grabbed his blunt sword from his back and advanced in his opponent's direction, instinctively ready to deal a 7:3 blow. However, he quickly realized it would be a bad idea, given that the preferable outcome here was capturing the curse user and taking him to Jujutsu High for questioning and, being the case, sentencing. Restricting his strength, Nanami dealt a measured blow to the man's stomach, which made him spit blood inside his mask.

What Nanami was not ready for was a shikigami appearing right in front of him. It was a floating four-eyed purple snake, with a menacing set of fangs. The snake instantly charged in his direction, quicker than he could deal another blow. He reinforced his arm with cursed energy before the snake could bite him.

The shikigami suddenly disappeared, and right behind it came a full-blown punch from the man that caught Nanami with his guard down. He could feel his nose cracking at that moment. Nanami was thrown against the wall behind him, breaking the mirror, while shattered glass fell all over him. As he tried to get up, the man opened the window, held his shikigami on one arm, and the floating monster helped him out.

Nanami then realized what was missing. His documents regarding the case from Jujutsu High, which were laid over the room's table.

He pulled the phone and called #903. The old lady picked up. He informed her his room had been invaded, and he got attacked.

***

"Hey, good morning. There's a pretty guy asking about you at the door."

"What?" Nanami had to take a few moments to get himself back to reality.

"Yes. A pretty guy. He's asking for you. He's calling you Nanamin." Shiori responded. She said the word 'pretty' mockingly with a half smile on her face.

The night before became a haze. Old lady called Yoko, who then called Shiori, who then called Nanami. It was a full circle of what the hell was going on. While Nanami assessed the state of his wounds in the bathroom mirror, he told Shiori he would be looking for another hotel to stay for the time being.

"That's a terrible idea." She replied. "Look, there is something weird happening, and it might have something to do with my family. I saw the last victim's photo on the local news. That was my uncle whom I thought had left Odate years ago, Hiroshi."

He was silent, trying to figure out if his nose was broken or just very purple.

"We are already joining forces. Or, for the matter of fact, you're using me as a source of information."

"I-" Nanami started to say something.

"It's fine, I understand that's how an investigation works" she cut him off, before he could say anything. "But I want to know what the hell is going on."

This was bad. He couldn't stay on the phone with her anymore.

"I'll be at the hotel waiting."

"I'll ask Yoko to give you a ride." She hung up.

Nanami started texting Gojo right away, and hoped he would answer at that moment.

NK: I have been attacked in the hotel. I'm going elsewhere. Ask where to find me at the main desk.

SG: Are you okay?

NK: Yes. Only some mild bruising.

NK: Hurry.

After he got to Yamada's house, Shiori offered to help to treat his nose. They sat at the dinner table, and she adjusted Nanami's hair, which got completely over his face during the altercation, and was laying on top of the wound. This guy should really cut these bangs, she randomly thought. Shiori then started treating his nose — it was not broken, but might have a hairline fracture. He was pretty sturdy, after all, even for a jujutsu sorcerer.

"Did your face get hit by a car?" She asked.

"No. It was a curse user. He had a snake shikigami."

She went silent for a moment, and kept treating his wounds.

"Well, did the snake headbutt you?"

"No, he punched me when I had my guard down."

She applied some ointment mixed with fresh and clean snow on his nose. It burnt. "It will be uncomfortable, but you'll feel better in the morning."

"Nanamin!" Gojo exclaimed loudly, as he walked into the room, white hair slightly covered in snow and frosty pitch-black glasses. "Well, you're definitely in the middle of nowhere." Satoru remarked, grinning widely. Nanami wished he could fall back asleep. He then feared he would have a nightmare reenacting this exact moment.

"Interesting!" Gojo said, examining his face wounds closely. "These are well into recovery for someone who just got attacked last night. Did you treat them yourself?"

"No," Nanami replied, "she did."

Gojo then looked at Shiori, who was at the corner of the room leaning against the wall while she held a bowl filled with water and a towel, at a loss for what exactly was going on.

"Well, hello. I haven't properly introduced myself."

He never properly introduced himself.

"My name is Satoru Gojo, and this guy right here will be my sidekick for the time being." He placed his hand on Nanami's shoulder. Nanami slapped it away.

"I'm Yamada Shiori," she replied, "and I make things with herbs."

"You got that result with just plants?" Gojo asked.

"Yes. Plants and some clean snow can go a long way." She answered. "My mother used to make me help her when I was around 8 years old to treat the wounded and dying people of our family."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Most of them still died, though."

"Oh." Gojo was surprised she said that with such a straight face.

"... It's a joke. We used to help people that got hurt in these woods, or relatives, but they were sent to the hospital if things were dire enough." She replied. Gojo thought to himself that she had a weird sense of humor.

"She can also see curses and has an innate cursed technique." Nanami added.

"Oh." Gojo answered. "Well, have you heard about Jujutsu High? We have very few healers, and only one actually talented!"

Shiori seemed irritated. "No." she said, as she got out of the room and began descending the stairs, stepping loudly while pouting.

Gojo was confused. "Nanamin, what-"

"She was already scouted by Jujutsu High. Doesn't want to go." Nanami answered. "And stop calling me that."

"Hey, Nanami! Pretty boy! What do you want for breakfast? I only have cookies and tea, so that will have to do." Shiori shouted from downstairs.

"Did she... just call me... 'pretty boy'?" Gojo sounded disheartened. Nanami had a hard time concealing his satisfaction at that.

"She did."

"I changed my mind. I hope she doesn't come with us to Tokyo."

Nanami sighed as he started to get up. They both went downstairs and sat at the table. Shiori had served homemade cookies with Akita faces on them. "They're from the last festival that happened a few days ago," she explained.

"Well, I might just forgive you then." Gojo said, as he grabbed one of the cookies and took a bite.

She understood nothing, but figured it was pointless to ask. He clearly just liked hearing the sound of his own voice.

"So... What is going on, guys? What is happening?" She asked.

Gojo lifted his finger, as if asking for them to be quiet and pay close attention to him, while he ate one of the cookies. They were waiting patiently — or, at least, Shiori was. Nanami was annoyed that someone would request his turn to speak while he had a mouthful of food to chew and swallow. Satoru finished munching and started speaking.

"I'll get into that in just a minute, but first, Nanami, I need you to call Ijichi." He pulled a brand new and never before seen phone from his jacket. "Use this. There is another Ijichi's number in there, as well."

Nanami grabbed the phone and started dialing.

"As for you, Mrs., are you aware the last victim was a Yamada?" Gojo said, lowering his glasses to stare at her directly.

"I know. He was my uncle." She answered.

"This might be a coincidence, or you might be in danger!" The way he said it so casually and kind of exhilarated somehow annoyed her. "You could be our culprit's next target."

"Seriously?" She asked, revolted.

"Rest assured, you've got nothing to worry about."

"I don't? And why is that?"

"Because the strongest jujutsu sorcerer you will ever meet just got here." He said, putting on a conceited smile.

"Did he? Where is he?" She asked earnestly.

Nanami could be heard suddenly coughing from the living room. Shiori honestly did not understand the point Gojo was trying to get across.

"Well, you're really making this difficult for me." Gojo replied, taking a sip of tea. The tea was incredibly sweet, which he appreciated a lot. "Well, very difficult."

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I really need to define a day every week to post, heh. Next chapter will probably be posted on the 22th, but maybe earlier if I get around revising it before that!

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verflares · 6 months

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ough woke up to like 100+ new followers... even after pruning the bots !! um thank you very very much!! 😭

i have a pinned (which you should probably also read especially the last paragraph that would be nice) but i guess it'll be nice to do a little infographic post too. if only because the new attention brought by 'one drawing i did tht broke containment' is making me kind of nervous lol

as you might've already guessed i mainly draw, write and post loz here. i have very little interest in drawing anything Besides loz right now so. what you see will be what you get 👍 i don't really post or draw anything lu-related but it Is adjacent to my interests by proxy so i do enjoy it when i see it ^_^ i dont see a difference love is love. as they say

i am also very much an amateur!! i only started learning how to draw again in december after pretty much not touching a tablet for years. you'll probably see stuff that looks wonky or rough because of that but i am trying to tell myself that it is ok. i am cringe but free as they say :)

other than loz though i do unfortunately play and have over 3500 hours in ffxiv. i'm also posting a lot of dunmeshi right now... you might see baldies gate or whatever games i'm playing at the time (my chatter tag is personal.txt). i also like pokemon and i love biology and animals :) i have a cat named mittens

um what else. i play dark knight/summoner in xiv. my favourite zelda game is probably skyward sword. anon is off right now but you can send questions i love yapping and talking about whatever ^_^

here's a small snippet of my pokemon collection. thanks for reading and thank you for stopping by :)

#have you guessed what my favourite pokemon is? thats right! its gliscor 🙂#i do in fact have his + gligars sitting cutie but a lot of them ar eburied atm until i can get proper shelving/storage sorted #so . dont worry. i take care of them and i Do in fact have more #personal.txt #ill probably rb this later tonight or something just for full coverage. otherwise its business as usual i think

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year

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Only You/ 6

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 1.6k

Includes- Sex, missionary, an oopsie

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J POV

I haven't seen Yoongi in a week

BTS has just had practices and recordings so they don't need a makeup artist

I ended up falling asleep at the practice I went to and since then Hobi hasn't asked me to come with him

But he's coming after practice today

I still don't know what to do

Talking to Yoongi that day, I almost told him that I wanted him

After I said I missed him, I had to stop myself from blurting my feelings

I just wanted to kiss him so badly

I couldn't keep my eyes off him during the practice and it was bad

I'm so lucky that Hobi didn't notice

When he got up to leave when Hobi came with food, I almost grabbed him hand to make him stay

I can't keep doing this

I can't dwell on Yoongi

Nothing had changed between us except that I'm with Hobi again

I love Hobi, I don't love Yoongi

And I have to focus on Hobi if I want us to work

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"Hi aegi!", Hobi smiles at me when I open the door

"Hi Hobi"

He comes inside, kissing me on my lips

He only gives me quick kisses

We haven't had sex or made out or anything

I'm guessing he's going slowly and I thank god for that

"Can we lay down Jo? I'm tired"

"Yeah ok", I agree, leading him to my room

I'm already in PJs and he changes, both of us getting into bed

We face each other and he softly touches my cheek

I close my eyes against his touch

It almost feels like it used to

When I open my eyes, Hobi pulls me to him, his lips on mine in a kiss

I kiss him back, his tongue sliding in my mouth

It feels different, kissing Hobi like this, than it used to

And I know why but I don't want to think about it

And because I don't want to think about it, Yoongi's kiss enters my mind

And how I felt when he kissed me

How different it was from Hobi's kiss

How different Yoongi's lips felt, how one of his hands was tangled in my hair, how his tongue felt against mine, how his body felt

How easily I just fell into his kisses and got lost

No, stop

You're kissing Hobi, not Yoongi

You love Hobi

Stop

I can't keep thinking of Yoongi

I do every time Hobi kisses me

Even his quick kisses, I think of Yoongi

And it has to stop

I push Yoongi out of my mind and kiss Hobi back

He moves closer to me, his hand sliding under my shirt

I immediately tense up

"Baby?", he asks, pulling away from me

I'm worried about being with him

I'm worried I'm going to think of Yoongi

"You don't want to?", he asks

I do I'm just worried

"I uh I do but....", I trail off

"You don't have to be nervous aegi", he tells me

"Uh"

"We don't have to baby. I just miss you but I'll wait until you're ready ok?"

I don't know when I'll be ready

And honestly I miss him too

Things are rocky but he's still beautiful and hot

He's still my boyfriend

And maybe this will remind me why I said yes to him

Having sex with Yoongi made me realize my feelings for him

Maybe the same will happen with Hobi

"I want to", I tell him, "Kiss me"

But when I say that, I remember when I told Yoongi to kiss me

And the smiles that would burst on his face before he did

I feel Hobi's lips on mine and I shove Yoongi out of my head

Hobi slowly pulls my shirt off, his hands touching me all over

And fuck, I get turned on

He kisses me harder and I pull him on top of me, ripping his shirt over his head

His kisses get more urgent, his hands pulling my pants and panties right off and opening my legs

His hand touches me immediately, fingers sliding inside

"God you're so wet. I miss you"

He moves his fingers in and out, his thumb playing with my clit

"Fuck Hobi.", I moan, pulling his pants and boxers down, "Inside now"

"Now baby girl?", he smirks against my lips

"Yes now"

God I want him

I'm so fucking horny

I haven't had sex since Yoongi

Two and a half months

And now that Hobi's here, he's kissing me, he's touching me, I want him

He kicks his clothes off right away, aligning himself

I wait in excitement

He pushes in and it feels good

Not as good as Yoongi

My body doesn't react to him like it did with Yoongi

'Shut the fuck up!', I yell at myself

He starts slow, then goes faster with each thrust

"Fuck", I moan, feeling good

He leans down kissing my neck and my shoulder

"Fuck baby, you feel so good", Hobi moans

But all I hear is Yoongi, "I knew we'd fit perfectly together. I knew I'd fit in you perfectly and you'd fit around me. I...I was right"

Fuck he was right

"God Jo you feel so good", Yoongi's voice rings in my head

Hobi's fingers run down my body, making me shiver like Yoongi did

'Stop', I scream internally, pushing Yoongi out of my head

Hobi opens my legs more, getting on his knees, slamming hard

Fuck, god, it feels fucking amazing

But....

Not as good as Yoongi felt

"Baby girl feels so good", Hobi moans

"Fuck"

"C'mon baby girl. Cum for me. I miss it so much", he pleads

He hits my spot and I scream from pleasure

"Mmmm got it baby", he smirks, going faster and harder

Oh god, yes

I'm right there

And imagines of Yoongi on top of me, thrusting in me hard, bombard my mind

"Mmm...more", I moan, memories of how good it felt to cum on Yoongi hitting me over and over

How my body just reacted so well to him

How his reacted to mine

And in that second I want Yoongi

I want him so much

"Anything for you baby", Hobi groans

He slams again and I lose it coming hard, eyes closed and screaming, lost in pleasure, Yoongi's beautiful face in my mind

"Yoongi, oh fuck Yoongi! Yes Yoongi!"

He stops moving immediately, pulling out, pleasure leaving my body

What the fuck?

What happened?

"Yoongi?", he growls

My eyes snap open

Oh shit

OH SHIT

I didn't...I...

I look at Hobi, fury on his face

Fuck, I did

I screamed Yoongi's name

"Why are you screaming Yoongi's name?", Hobi growls

"I...uh...I", I stammer

What am I supposed to say?

That Yoongi gave me the best sex in my life and I can't stop thinking about it?

Can't stop thinking of him?

That when I felt such pleasure I thought of Yoongi, thinking it was him giving it to me?

Wanting it to be him giving it to me?

I can't say that to Hobi

I fucked up

Monumentally

"Joanne!", Hobi barks, making me jump, "Why are you screaming Yoongi's name during sex with me?"

"I...uh....I....had sex with Yoongi", I blurt

"You WHAT? When?", Hobi yells

"We uh, when we were broken up. One day"

He's staring with me with such rage

"You fucked Yoongi? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"It just happened! He kissed me and we..."

"He kissed you?"

"Yes Hobi. Yoongi kissed me and we were together. You and I weren't together. I'm sorry I yelled his name"

He glares at me, fury on his face

"So what? We break up and you sleep with you're best friend? My best friend? And then you scream his name when I make you cum? And you say you're sorry like that's supposed to make it ok?"

No it's not ok but I really am sorry

I didn't mean to yell Yoongi's name

But I don't like how he's acting like I can't be with anyone else when we weren't together

"Hoseok, I don't need your permission to sleep with anyone. You were not with me. I'm not sorry I slept with Yoongi"

"I-"

"But I am sorry I yelled his name. He was the last person I was with. I...I guess that was why...but I'm sorry. I really am. I fucked up"

"We're you thinking of him the whole time we were together right now?"

I look away and don't answer him

"Oh my god, you were. Oh my god", he gasps

"I'm sorry"

"I wasn't with anyone else while we were apart but you...you slept with Yoongi. I can't fucking believe this"

"It's not like we planned it", I respond

We just planned the next day

Hobi shakes his head, "I need to go."

I really don't know what to say to him

I understand that he's upset

I'd be too

"I...you don't have to", I say

"Yeah I do. I have to...I can't.....I need to process this. I...I just....Fuck!"

He gets up and puts his clothes on

"Hobi"

"No Joanne. I just, I have to go.", he snaps, then leaves my bedroom

I hear him slam the door to my apartment

Fuck

That didn't work out like I thought it would

Now what?

What did I do?

Why did I have to yell Yoongi's name?

'Because you want Yoongi', my brain says

I really didn't mean to think of Yoongi

I tried to push him away, but I couldn't when I came

I just couldn't

I need to stop

I'm with Hobi

At least I think I am, I don't know right now

But I love Hobi

I always loved Hobi

He was always my one

Right?

Fuck

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fictionalhubbydreamer · 1 year

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Ok first of all i thank everyone supporting my books so thanks really. Heres my first oneshot I once did.

[Its terrible writing as it was my first ever writing☠️]

First crush

-Fluff and more fluff!

~•~

It was a typical Friday night, or it was supposed to be. Aprils close friend Y/N was coming over. Raph and Leo were in another argument, however it ended before she arrived.

Y/N: Hey guys I'm here-...um why's the atmosphere so tense here?

Don: Nothing new really. Just another Raph and Leo argument.

Y/N: Well if you say so.

Raph had walked away been pulled away by Mikey. Donnie had gone with them to make sure that Raph cools down.

Leo: Ok look I will be honest here, do you like someone by any chance?

Y/N: Yeah I do...Why?

Leo: Well I guess I'm happy for you.

Leo walked off looking rather dejected as he heard this, leaving Y/N confused.

In reality he had known a guy on the surface had been flirting with her. He just didn't want to feel like he's getting in the way of her happiness.

He just didnt know how to tell her he has had a secret crush on her since getting to know her. The day April brought her over everyone saw a change in their leader. Even now he's not himself since hearing she does like someone.

A bit later Y/N decided to go talk to Leo. Since of course she didnt know yet, however she had to tell him her feelings. She was just nervous was all.

*she knocked on his door*

Leo:Its open.

She went inside to see him on his front laying on his bed looking rather down. Closing the door again she went to lay next to him on her front too. She lays a hand on his arm smoothing over it now earning a rather confused look for a moment from Leo.

Y/N: Look i wanted to come talk with you, in fact i had something on my mind. I just didn't know how to put it into words. So heres the thing......I like you.

Leo looks at her now rather stuck for words: I-I like you too. Have always.

Y/N: I also heard from Don about you keeping an eye out for me, Its ok though. That guy was a real jerk in the end. So I'm glad i rather have you.

Leo then rolled onto his back pulling her onto his plastron and drapes both arms over her back.

She lays her head on his plastron now ready to have a quiet cuddle and have a nap. It was a hectic day for her after all. He runs his fingers through her hair a few times and after she fell asleep he then texted Raph:" You owe me 50 bucks. She was crushing on me".

Raph: Ugh...Fuck. Fine you win this time.

Leo fell asleep now cuddling his crush smiling since he's overjoyed to be her first crush too.

@leosgirl82

@sharpwindow

Tag any you feel like as I have very few mutuals.

#tmnt 2014 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #fanfiction #bayverse #leo #readerxturtle #female reader

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bibliophiliaxvignette · 3 months

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I got tagged by @damedechance in this sooooo long ago, but wanted to come back to it and dedicate time to it! Thank you for the tag, bestie!

🍓 How did you get into writing fanfiction?

When I was a pretty young kid (11 or 12?) I loved writing my own little stories for my amusement. And then when I was a teen, I discovered the joy that is One Direction (lol let's not talk about it, ok?). And I learned about fanfiction! And started dabbling it it. And then stopped for years and joining the ACOTAR fandom brought me back to this first love.

🍇How many fandoms have you written in?

Just the two (One Direction and ACOTAR), but I've started to write some Dramione for the Harry Potter fandom, I just haven't posted any yet!

🍈How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

I guess like 15 years? But with a HUGE break for many many years.

🍎Do you read or write more fanfiction?

Probably read. I'm in a phase right now where I don't want to start any new books, but am just reading fanfiction. Something about the comfort of characters I'm already so familiar with. It's hard to find the time and energy to sit and write at this phase in life.

🍌What is one way you've improved as a writer?

Wow....this is a hard question.... I've gotten SLIGHTLY better at actually having a direction and not just hoping the story will happen organically (spoiler alert: it never does). I've started to dabble in the whole outlining thing. I think I've also improved in my ability to write smut.

🍑Do you have any bad habits as a writer?

Back to the outlining thing lol. I have such a hard time creating a storyline. I think my strong suit is details and scenes and emotions, but not necessarily creating a coherent story. Hence why I like oneshots.

🍉What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Um. Any and all. Any comment is just so special. I think ones that usually make me legitimately giggle are when a reader tells me specific lines that resonate with them. I think also when people resonate with the way that I write characters or start to connect with them emotionally. That is just insane to me, I love it.

🍋What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

Hmmmm...I would love to write like a big, epic story, maybe an AU for a different time period. Something that would actually take time and dedication and RESEARCH (which is not one of my strong suits). That would be a goal of mine, I think.

🍇What made you choose your username?

Omg I don't even know. I chose bibliophila because I love reading and books, and I knew that I would want to engage with multiple fandoms and the common denominator was that they were all book fandoms. And I chose vignette because I also wanted to incorporate writing.

Tagging @temperedink @goldrushrenegade @dawneternal and anyone else who thinks this looks fun!

#tag game #my writing

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myriadeyed · 3 months

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So I never do this (screenshot another's post to talk about it) but this one feels somewhat more personal to me, there is something so uniquely bothersome to me about "coining" terms that... well...

Terms that just exist already, that anybody who identifies with/as will already be using (or come to use eventually) and will not need a coining post to tell them their experiences are real and valid enough to be coined as an alterhuman or LIOM term. (I still don't entirely know what LIOM is? But that's OK. I digress.) Concepts won't need definitions or a list of ways one can be them if they're something as simple as "time traveller" and everybody who already is one due to, say, delusions is already going to know what it is and that delusions is a way you can be it.

If I'm a time traveller, I'm going to identify as a time traveller. I do not need a coining post and flag design for permission to do so, or for reassurance that my identity is real and/or other people have it too. (I know they do, and I know it's not!) I'm just going to be that, and when people need an explanation, I will explain it. Starting the conversation with a picture of a flag and a symbol isn't going to make it go any faster than I can manage with my own definitions and descriptions, or be easier to understand the particular psychotic cocktail of my brain.

OP also refers to what their blog does as not just coining terms but making. I don't know. It just feels odd. The alterhuman identity of time traveller was not invented on Tumblr in 2024. OP's blog does say that they do personally identify as the terms they coin (which is a change of pace from the usual problem I have with these posts), so hey, maybe they are the first! [before I can get booed off the stage] But the reason I actually know that, when usually I don't exactly check the blogs that do all these coining+flag posts, is because of this kicker:

I don't want to say it feels like claiming ownership over an experience. I really doubt that OP actually thinks they have authority over this or can stop people from using it even if they did. But it just feels offputting to me to see a DNI attached to a "coining" post of an experience I have had for years, like I would be untoward for claiming the label, claiming the reasons, or if there was a tag attached (there isn't) using it, if I didn't meet OP's DNI criteria. I don't even, but still. The only reason I don't coin "time traveller" myself is because I don't... see the reason or need for coining a term that I could just, use? (Well, that's the second reason, the first is that uhh I have never actually mentioned this aspect of my alterhumanity on this blog 👍) Maybe I just don't understand DNIs. You'll have to excuse me, I'm not from the 2020s.

I do want to commend OP at least for not only genuinely identifying as the thing they're coining, but also the inclusion of the term being for people who genuinely identify. I guess we have more in common than not. It is cool to know there's more people on here than I thought who have this experience.

Idk why getting mildly frustrated by things going on in the tags is always the thing that makes me come forward with a relevant identity that I never talked about before because I was too nervous

#alterhuman

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Chapter 3 of Just Coffee Hearts is out now!!

not tagging people today because I'm tired

“I just don't understand how you two ended up at an abandoned water park in the first place,” Amy tells Dex. We’re all working this Saturday, and it’s a slow day so we're pretty much just hanging out, and talking, not worrying about much,

“We got lost,” Keefe shrugs casually, Keefe isn't working today but is here nonetheless and sharing some random story from last summer when he and Dex went camping. I’m still not sure how they got to the water park and they won’t tell me so I've pretty much given up on finding out.

I hear the door open and look up, my legs nearly falling out from underneath me seeing Biana walk through the door, her mouth breaks into a smile when she sees me and I can feel my cheeks get warm,

“How are you already blushing?” my cousin whispers,

“Shut up please,” I respond quickly before Biana can get to the counter and can hear all my so-called friends laughing quietly,

“Hi, um what can I get you today, I should mention were having a sale on our blueberry muffins,” I say to her finding words much easier than the last time we spoke,

“A latte please and a blueberry muffin I guess,” she laughs “Oh, and a chocolate chip muffin too, please, thank you,” she seems nervous and it makes her even cuter,

“Coming right up,”

Biana’s phone rings and she steps outside to answer it while Amy says “Ok Sophie you make her coffee and Dex you get her muffin,”

“And what will you be doing?” Keefe asks,

Amy looks around for a second, “I will get her the other muffin,” she says confidently,

I turn to start making Biana’s latte deciding to add a little foam art of a heart on top,

“Oh that's cute,” Keefe says looking over my shoulder “You should write your number on the side,”

“Oh, you totally should!” Amy says almost squealing,

“I'm not going to do that,”

“Why not?” Dex asks, “You clearly seem to like her, I mean you practically melt when you see her so why don't you make a move?”

“Ok that's a pretty good point hand me that sharpie,” I say

…

“Hey sorry about that one of my brothers called me and I didn’t want to miss it,” Biana says coming back in,

“No worries I get it, my older sister is at college so I try not to miss any of her calls either,” I say to her while handing her the latte and bag of muffins,

“My brother is in college too,” she says and looks down seeing her coffee, “Oh this is super cute, I love it! I hope it wasn't too much trouble.”

“Thanks, and don't worry it's just a coffee heart, I've known how to do them for a while it’s a plus of having parents that own a coffee shop,” I say light heartily,

“Your parents own this place?” Biana asks,

“Yeah they opened it a little after they graduated from college and used to live in the apartment upstairs”

“Very cool,” Biana smiles and pauses for a moment looking down at my name tag, “Sophie, that's a nice name,”

“Thanks, I've had it all my life”. Dear god, why did I decide to say that, Biana chuckles and looks back down at her coffee “Is this your phone number?”

“Yes, it is,” I say hoping she doesn't feel like I overstepped,

“I will make sure to call you, Sophie,” Biana says and I smile, we stand there for a moment before she turns to leave. The moment I see the door close I sink to the floor not knowing what to do next,

“I'm not going to lie that went much better than I thought it would, I so thought you would make a fool out of yourself but you were surprisingly put together,” Biana says sitting down next to me,

“Really because I feel like a disaster,” I say into my hands,

“You are a disaster but that was already known knowledge so don't worry about it,” Keefe picks up a cookie and brushes off some crumbs onto the floor before taking a bite,

“You know you have to pay for that right?” I ask him, he responds by reaching into his pocket and pulling out a few dollars, and putting them on the counter before finishing his snack,

“Anyway Amy’s right-” Dex starts to say but I interrupt “Hey”

“Not the part where she was insulting you I mean the part about it going well,”

I hear two sets of footsteps behind me and am about to stand up before I recognize the shoes,

“Um, quick question, why is one of my daughters sitting on the floor like she just completely flunked a school project and why is one of my other daughters looking like she's enjoying it?” my mom says,

“Sophie talked to a girl then promptly shutdown and Amy is either revaling in her sister’s embarrassment or genuinely excited for Sophie because the girl said she would call Sophie,” Keefe tells my parents,

“Oh that makes sense, wait you don't work today why are you here?” Grady asks

“I'm always here, plus it's still too cold to start surfing,” Keefe states,

“Oh, that reminds me one of your surfboards is still upstairs with some wax, in case your looking for it,” my mom tells him,

“Thanks, I’ve been wondering where it was, I can bring it back over to my place in a few days if that's okay,”

“Of course, your stuff can stay up there for as long as needed,”

Keefe’s face breaks into a smile and I stand up wiping dust off my jeans,

“Alright well you kids should get going, your shifts are over and you guys should have lives outside of this building,” my dad tells us,

…

“Hey do either of you have notes from Ms. Talle’s class?” Dex asks,

“I think I have some over on Sophie’s desk but I'm not sure if they're very clear,” Keefe responds rifling through a few pieces of paper, the three of us are on my bed doing homework and studying while Amy goes to Jensi’s,

“How are these not clear they’re better than ninety percent of mine, this is one of the benefits of having two best friends that are at the top of our grade,” Dex says after finding the right one of Keefe’s notebook,

“That is why you hang out with us, for our notes,” I laugh and look to my phone,

“She probably hasn't texted yet because she’s busy,” Keefe says,

“Or she doesn't want to appear to forward so is waiting a few hours, don't stress about it,” Dex adds on,

“I'm not thinking about Biana,” I say a bit too defensively,

“That was the fifth time you've checked your phone in half an hour what else could you possibly be waiting for?” my cousin continues,

“The end of the world,” I state, when a beep interrupts my thoughts I grab my phone in record time that probably just proves my friend's point,

“Hi it's Biana from the Calla’s I guess I just wanted to say hi, so hi”

“She texted me!” my voice is definitely higher than it normally is,

“We told you she would, are you going to text her back?” Keefe asks,

“I don't know, I mean she waited a few hours before texting me should I do the same thing? Or did she wait because her phone died or something and is now waiting for me to respond like I was waiting for her, but what if I respond too quickly and she finds it weird,”

“Please stop spiraling it's stressing me out, and respond to her whenever you want because either you are the only person in this world who can worry like you do or this girl is worrying just like you and when you two go on a date you can laugh at yourselves,” Dex says still looking down at his textbooks, he has listened to about five years worth of my anxiety and knows when I really need comfort this not being one of those times apparently,

“I say text her you’re available now so use your free time,” Keefe says, he is basically sitting the opposite way as Dex, sitting on his knees with his hands excitingly tapping on them, his homework completely abandoned,

“But what if-” I start,

“Stop what if-ing, text the girl you can’t stop thinking about,” Dex interrupts while moving our books to the side realizing we're not going to be getting any more work done.

“Fine,” there’s annoyance in my voice even though I’m happy someone is convincing me to do it,

“Here it is, already unlocked and all ready to go,” Keefe hands me my phone,

“What should I say?” I ask them,

“I don't know, I have had very few crushes in my life,” Dex says,

“Oh I have no clue what to say to girls, and for guys, I'm not the one who usually starts conversations,” Keefe adds looking between us,

“So between the three of us, we have little to no experience when it comes to flirting?” I say,

“Exactly,” Dex tells me,

“Hey, didn’t you ask out Marella though?” Keefe asks,

“Not exactly, we were partnered in a science class and somehow a study session turned into a date,”

“Wow we're great at this,” My cousin says sarcastically,

“Definitely, we’re the best choice for dating advice, so just tell her that you have been thinking about her or something, it's probably not as complicated as were acting,” Keefe tells me,

“Yeah your probably right,” I say,

…

“Hey, when are you coming back with the mac and cheese?” Keefe shouts from upstairs, i’m cooking a quick dinner while my parents are out on a date and Dex and Keefe decided to stay the night while Amy is at Jensi’s.

“Almost done,” I respond leaning out through the doorway, I pull out my phone drafting up another text for Biana, finally just sending a simple response of

Hey Biana really happy you texted me,

Before putting away my phone trying not to stress about it while balancing three bowls of Mac and Cheese. Walking up the stairs I feel a vibration from my back pocket and smile to myself, maybe she really is just excited about this as I am.

#kotlc #sophie foster #winterfireice writes sometimes #biana vacker #sophiana #kotlc fanfic #just coffee hearts #keefe sencen #dex dizznee #edaline ruewen #grady ruewen #amy foster

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Hi! Thanks for both yours and L's responses. For some additional context we're both in our mid 20s and both equally inexperienced in dating. And the adoption talk was not to me, it was to a mutual friend who later told me about it. He recognizes that being a single parent is hard so I don't think he believes that that will actually happen. He's also said he doesn't want to be a "old dad." So after a certain point, if he doesn't meet someone, and isn't financially able to adopt and raise a child on his own, he'd just give up on that dream and retire early.

I had another conversation with him because the more I thought about it, I felt like I had been lied to. So I gave him a whole list of why I thought he had feelings for me, since he had been treating me as a psuedo girlfriend this entire time. We've never had physical intimacy beyond light touches and hugs, but the emotional intimacy is there. And after laying this all out, he said he understood why I would think that he liked me. And said he would need to take some time to reflect on his own behavior. We originally were going to meet up in 2 weeks in person, but he decided that that might be a bad idea now, and that he might need more time. I asked him why he couldn't just give it a shot, would it really be that different to just date me? We're already halfway there. But he said that he has just never felt "a spark." He couldn't really explain what that meant, but if I had to guess it's the butterflies you get when you first have a crush on someone. The excitement when something is new. But are you going to get that with someone you've been friends with for a long time and are incredibly comfortable with? Probably not. I want to eventually ask him to consider just trying to take me on a couple of dates, and try to feel things out. During this time I can push him a bit more than I normally would have, out of fear I'd make him uncomfortable. Maybe hold his hand, arm, kiss his cheek, etc. I'm not sure if he'd agree to that right now, so for now I'll let him ruminate on things and withdraw from him.

He also did explain that he does have self confidence issues and that he talked himself out of doing anything with the girl from 8 years ago, but that the situation with me is different. I'm not completely convinced, I feel like this feeling might be so deeply rooted at this point that he's doing it sub consciously.

But in the meantime, I downloaded a dating app for the first time and I think I'll try going on a few dates and see how they go. I'm a little nervous as I've never really dated anyone before, but I think I have to put myself out there at this point. I'll stop giving this guy the girlfriend treatment and put more distance between us and see if that makes him realize what he's losing out on.

Hi, I'm tagging you "adoption girl" ;-)

Ok so he's not that invested in the idea of adoption. That's good, it makes him more of a normal person now

I think that your guy is stuck in what I call the "intermediate zone". You managed to get close to him and he seems to trust you. But over the years he probably got accustomed of having you at a certain distance. Close as friends and emotionally but not as boyfriend girlfriend. He is keeping you close, but not too close and keeps you at a distance but not too far

I think that he is really set in his ways now and it will be difficult to make him realize that he may be wrong. If you are right and your instincts are correct, you could be great together but he won't be able to see that or believe it's possible. As "L" said, you could be wasting a lot more time on him

As for dating other people, if you can, perhaps try the friends of friends approach. App dating is a whole other thing. I'm no expert on regular dating, but using an app has a higher risk of bringing troublesome people in your life ;-)

I still think that if he realizes that he could lose you, that his behavior and his vies might change. So no matter what approach you use, do go all in to dating other people and building a life outside of your shy guy. It might be the only way you'll ever get the "truth" out of him. And once you have your own separate life, you might find that you don't need him as much as you thought

This "exercise" might be good for both of you :-)

#faq htgtsg intermediate zone #htgtsg adoption girl

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sweettoothedtrickster13 · 1 year

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A Second Look Chapter 6

Fandom: Elementary

Tags: Female Sherlock Holmes, Soulmate Identifying Marks, S1 Ep 13 (The Red Team)

Summary: Gregson is forced to let Sherlock on a case.

Notes: So I may or may not be procrastinating on a few (yes, a few) projects. But I had this written already and decided to put it here and hope that it helps me not procrastinate. Enjoy!

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Bell walks into Gregson's office, and the man looks up from paperwork. "What's up, Bell," he asks, seeing his detective's nervous face as he closes the door. He starts to think of what Bell could possibly want to tell him. But there's been nothing in his professional life he needs to talk about. He worries slightly if it's personal- he's always encouraged his people to come to him if they need support, but he's been distracted lately.

"You know how we got a call from a neighbor, said they hadn't seen Pontecorvo in a while, asked for a welfare check?"

"Yeah? He's dead?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, good thing they called." That can't be what's making Bell so nervous. "Murdered?"

"Not sure." Ok, that's weird. "But that's not really why I came in here. No neighbor called." Gregson frowns, confused.

"Then who," he starts, then scowls. "Holmes?"

Bell nods.

"I suspended her. She shouldn't be anywhere near any crime scene. Let me guess," he says as he leans back, paperwork ignored. "She 'let herself in.'" Meaning she picked the lock. He hates when she does that, makes it a little hard to explain. But she normally got results, so he looked the other way.

"I'm assuming."

Gregson drops his pen and rubs his eyes. He has a headache starting. "Anything interesting," he asks reluctantly after he drops his hand.

"Guy was a conspiracy nut," Bell shrugs. "That was the only interesting thing about him."

"Alright," Gregson nods. "Work the case. And keep Holmes away," he orders.

"You got it, Cap." Bell leaves his office and Gregson fumes.

A few hours later, Gregson gets up to get more coffee. As he's doing it, Joan shows up.

"Captain," the woman says.

"If you're here on Holmes' behalf, I don't want to hear it," Gregson says as he pours himself a cup and doesn't look at her.

"Sherlock feels terribly about what happened!" Gregson picks up his mug and starts to walk back to his office. If they're going to have this conversation, they need privacy. "She'd tell you herself, but you know how she is," Joan continues as she closes the door behind her. Gregson sits behind his desk.

Gregson laughs dryly. "That's right, Joan; I do know how she is." He looks at her. "And I bet she doesn't feel bad at all."

"What would it take for her to come back," Joan asks. "Is it a matter of waiting it out or do you want a formal apology?"

Gregson stares at her for a second, incredulous. "You make it seem like she borrowed my car without asking," he says, really starting to get pissed. Joan doesn't deserve his anger, he knows rationally. But she's in front of him and pleading Holmes' case, so she gets the brunt. "Holmes planned to torture and murder someone on my watch."

"Sherlock thought that Moran murdered the woman she loved," Joan says quietly.

"Joan, look. If she had come to me, said what happened, and gave me the picture, I would have gone and slapped cuffs on him myself." And he would have- Holmes didn't deserve that pain. But she can't come back. "But she didn't. She kept evidence to herself. Evidence we wouldn't have even known about if you hadn't found it," he points out.

"Captain-"

"I get that she lost someone she loved, I do. But that doesn't make what she did ok. Trust me, Joan, this is for her own good."

"Her own good, or yours," Joan snaps.

"Don't pull that with me," he scoffs. "I'm pissed at her, yeah. But now that I know what she's capable of, I can't ever really trust her again." It breaks his heart to say that about his soulmate, but it's true. "You have to see it from my side, Joan."

"I'm seeing it from hers. She needs this job."

"I know it's your job to make sure she doesn't use," he says. "But it's my job to keep my people in line, and to protect this city. I can't do that if I have a loose cannon running around."

"She's not a loose cannon," Joan exclaims.

Gregson just looks at her, unamused. How stupid does she think he is? "She breaks into homes. She calls in anonymous tips when she doesn't have evidence but wants us to look at someone." Joan looks sheepish. "Like I said, Joan. I do know her." He opens a file. "You can let yourself out."

Joan sighs but goes, closing the door as she does.

Pontecorvo's murderer turns himself in, and Gregson thinks they should all be that easy.

"Captain," a uni says, poking his head into his office.

"Yeah," Gregson asks, looking up.

"Holmes is in Interrogation."

"You're fucking with me."

The uni shakes his head. Gregson scowls and gets up. The officer wisely gets out of his way. He opens Interrogation One and Holmes is standing inside, talking with Sullivan. He gestures for her to come to him, and she does. She steps out with him, shutting the door behind her.

"Well, it's obvious that that man is not the mastermind of anything," Holmes remarks, looking over her shoulder to the closed door. She's acting like they're still working together. It's infuriating.

"What are you doing here," Gregson asks, keeping his voice level instead of yelling at her.

"I'm trying to figure out what happened," she says, flippant, as she meets his eyes. "Now, Pontecorvo's murder may have been happenstance, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong about the Red Team." The what? "If Carlo Anillo was poisoned," she continues.

"I mean why are you in this building when you're suspended," he cuts her off instead of asking her what the fuck she's talking about. Who the fuck is Carlo Anillo?

"Captain, lives may be at stake," Holmes says, meeting his eyes. "We need to find the members of the Red Team and warn them."

"The department appreciates your tip in leading to the arrest of Gary Sullivan," he starts in an intentionally flat voice, and Holmes looks flabbergasted. "Concerned citizens such as yourself-"

"Why are you talking like that-"

"-play an important role in keeping this city safe."

"Are you listening to me," Holmes demands, like she has any right.

"Lives are at stake, every day, Holmes," Gregson says, just barely managing to not yell at her where everyone can hear him. "And yet," he says, calming himself down. "We had a department and a city before you got here." He glares. "You talk your way into that interrogation room again, and I will have you arrested for trespassing." He walks away before Holmes responds.

Bell walks into his office a few hours later. "Don't tell me Holmes is here again," Gregson says. He would have to carry out his threat, and he really doesn't want to.

"No. But you'll want to hear this." Gregson listens. "Now she asked me to run a tox screen on some guy named Carlo Anillo." Gregson sighs as he recognizes the name from Holmes' speech outside Interrogation One when he caught her.

"Marcus," he starts.

"I know, I know," Bell nods. "I figured if it was nothing, she'd give up. Turns out, it wasn't nothing."

"Excuse me," Gregson asks, slowly straightening.

"Anillo was poisoned with domoic acid."

Gregson furrows his eyebrows. "The crap you get from bad sushi," he asks, confused. That can kill someone?

"Yeah. It causes memory loss. She thinks Anillo was on the Red Team."

"Call her in. I want to hear everything."

Holmes walks into his office with Joan, a visitor's pass clipped to both their coats. Gregson looks at Sherlock's, unamused. "You did say I wasn't allowed," Holmes says. "I figured I would make it a bit more formal."

"Talk," he says, folding his arms from his place in front of his desk, and Bell closes the door.

"I believe that Carlo Anillo was a member of the 2009 Red Team, along with a counterinsurgency expert named Martin Nagowski, who was murdered during a mugging."

"What the fuck is the Red Team?"

"Every year, the Army War College stages a series of war games. Players consist of military personnel, as well as civilian experts. Those representing the United States and its allies comprise the Blue Team. Ergo the Red Team," she says.

"Are our enemies. Got it."

"The players change every year, as do the scenarios being tested. But every year, the results are published in trade journals." Gregson is really starting to hate Holmes' long-windedness right now. What does this have to do with a poisoning and murder? "Except for 2009. Those were immediately classified."

"What was so special about that year," Gregson asks.

"No one knows. That year's game was designed to test the military's response to the activation of a sleeper cell in New York City. The Red Team's goal was to cause maximum destruction and chaos with minimum resources."

"So you think these Red Team guys thought up something so bad they didn't want it to get out."

"Precisely, Captain."

"You don't happen to know the rest of this Red Team, do you?"

"As a matter of fact, I do." Of course you do, Gregson internally gripes.

"Care to share with the class?"

“Veena Mehta, professor of anthropology, expert in Middle Eastern cultures. Harold Dresden, mathematician. Sheldon Frost, cartographer. And finally, Walter McClanahan, systems analyst and Lieutenant Colonel, retired.”

"Go round them up," Gregson directs Marcus. He goes to Holmes, taking her visitor badge off. "For this case only," he says firmly.

"Of course, Captain," Holmes says casually.

They get them all in the conference room. Holmes walks the last one, McClenahan, in herself.

"Who are these people," McClenahan asks in a rough and pissed-off voice. But Gregson's been a cop for a long time- he's scared.

Holmes introduces them. "But I suspect you already knew that. Gentlemen. Ms. Mehta. I know that I'm addressing the members of the 2009 Red Team." They stiffen.

"I'm a free citizen of the United States and I'd like to leave now," McClenahan announces.

"Shorn sheep look like uncooked chicken," Gregson greets.

"I'm a free citizen of the United States and I'd like to leave now," he repeats.

"Nobody's holding you here, Mr. McClenahan," Gregson tells him.

"Walt," Dresden says before McClenahan leaves. Dresden comes close and touches his arm. "These people aren't with the Army. Let's just calm down." He gently tugs his elbow and McClenahan lets himself be pulled to the table. The standoffish man sits and Dresden retakes his seat. "Let's just hear what they want."

"I believe that you're all in danger," Holmes says. "Some of you may know that Martin Nagowski is dead. I believe his murder was planned." The Red Team members look at each other, shocked and scared. "I know for a fact that Carlo Anillo was poisoned. You lot are here because the four of you are the remaining ones brilliant enough to develop a plan that paralyzed the Army with fear. I'm hoping that one or more of you might be able to provide some insight as to who's trying to harm you."

There's silence. Then Frost pipes up. "We should talk, but I'm not going first." Gregson is relieved.

"We took an oath, Sheldon," Dresden says, annoyed.

"If we all talk, no one can report anyone else," Mehta says.

"Saying a single word to these people is treason." Holy shit. What the fuck did they think up?

Silence reigns for a few moments. Then once again, Frost breaks it. "I'm not comfortable with this." He stands and heads for the door near Gregson, the opposite direction from Holmes.

"This is not something you can run away from," Holmes says.

"I'm very sorry," Mehta says, and follows Frost. The others leave without a word.

"We warned them at least," Gregson says, disappointed. There's nothing more they can do. Not without the Red Team's help. "Maybe one of them will change their mind, tell us something later."

"I think maybe one of them just did," Holmes says. She straightens from her position half sitting on the desk the phone rests on. She crosses the room and takes something from the trash. Gregson reads over her shoulder.

'Army intel Captain. Codename Yossarian. Find him.' Thank God for Sherlock Holmes, Gregson thinks. He gets angry at himself. Stop that.

Gregson stays late at the office, working with Marcus to see if they can find anyone who would want to hurt the members of the Red Team. It's hard when everything's classified- Gregson had a few detectives who are former military pull strings, but nothing turned up. The files weren't even sent, let alone redacted. Marcus' phone rings. "It's Holmes," he says.

"My office," Gregson says, and they go there.

Bell answers, putting it on speakerphone. "Holmes, you got me and the Captain."

"Well, as it turns out Yossarian is Todd Clark. I met the man earlier today when I tracked a bug put in Pontecorvo's home. He introduced himself as Bill."

"Great. How'd you find out his real name," Marcus asks.

"Two people came to my door tonight. They didn't greet or introduce themselves, but suspected that I was the one who shot and killed him at seven this evening. I was not." Gregson is shocked.

"So we're no closer to finding the murderer than we were before," Marcus asks.

"Not quite," Holmes says. "We now have another murder on our hands. That might loosen the Red Team's tongues."

"I'll gather them up, put them in protective custody in the morning," Gregson says. "For now, I'll just post unis in and outside their homes."

"A fine idea, Captain. I'll see you both tomorrow." She hangs up before Gregson can refuse her.

"Go home, Cap, I'll take a look at what we have," Marcus says.

Gregson nods and goes home.

When he gets the call the next morning that two of his unis were pumped full of rock salt at McClenehan's home, he goes there himself to meet Marcus. He ducks under the wire that was hooked up to the shotgun, examining the damned contraption.

"How're Polk and Mahone," Marcus asks.

"Lucky that the shells were packed with rock salt," Gregson replies. "They're not happy, but they'll live. They and the super will be laid up for a while, but then they'll be fine."

"That thing's not the only weapon we found in the place," Marcus says. "Assault rifles, knives, and a 9 mil."

"Todd Clarke was killed with a 9, wasn't he," Gregson asks.

Marcus nods. His phone chimes, and he reaches for it as he talks. "We'll run a ballistics test to confirm, but I'd say we found a promising suspect." He checks his phone and sighs.

"What," Gregson asks.

"Holmes," he says, showing him his screen. On it is a picture of the contraption Gregson's standing next to, along with a simple message. 'omw.' "I didn't call her," he says.

"Who the fuck is sending her pictures of crime scenes," he asks, glaring around. No one looks his way.

"Probably called in a favor from CSU. I'll figure it out," Marcus promises. His phone chimes again, but he doesn't reply. "We put a BOLO out on McClenehan. Hopefully-" another chime, and Marcus glances at his phone. "Hopefully he hasn't left town yet, but-" another chime. "I'm sorry," Marcus says. Gregson leans over to read the latest text Holmes sent. 'Found McClenehan!'

"What," Gregson demands.

Marcus' phone rings in his hand, and he puts it on speaker. "How'd you find him so fast," Marcus asks.

"I didn't, I just needed you to pick up the phone," Holmes says. Gregson scowls. "Are the others safe?"

"Yeah," Marcus replies. "Mehta and Frost are at the hotel already. I guess Dresden is taking a while to pack but he's got our people with him."

"I'm not coming any longer. Don't wait for me."

"We weren't," Marcus starts, but Holmes hangs up. "Probably would be easier to fire her if we ever actually paid her," he remarks, pocketing his phone. Gregson sighs.

They keep investigating, and a uni finds McClenehan- dead in an alley three blocks away.

"Call Holmes," Gregson instructs Marcus. He leaves before she gets there- he needs to do some paperwork at the station.

Just before he gets there, he gets a call over the radio. Dresden tried to kill Mehta. "What made the uni think to watch out," he asks dispatch.

"Holmes called in the warning."

"On my way."

He curses and praises Holmes in turn until he gets to the hotel. When he does, he finds out his officers already evacuated Mehta and Frost. But he learns something gut-clenching. Harris is in there with Dresden.

"Is everyone alright," Holmes asks, getting out of Joan's car and walking to him.

"Yeah. We evacuated the rest of the Red Team, but he's got one of my detectives hostage in there." Gregson watches the SWAT team approach the door.

"If Dresden intended to sell the Red Team's plan, his motive would be money. but if that were the case, he wouldn't have tried to assassinate the others in a hotel he knew was being controlled by the police. I think I know what his game is."

"What is it?"

"He doesn't want the secret to get out, he thinks it's too dangerous. It's practically a suicide mission."

"You may be right," Gregson admits, hating that she is. "Our negotiator called the room phone. Dresden gave us his demands. Normally a guy wants a helicopter or bus. All he wants is the remaining Red Team members delivered to him, then he'll let Harris out."

"I need to speak to him."

"That guy has one of my detectives," Gregson snaps. "This requires finesse. I'm not putting this in the hands of a suspended consultant."

"And I can often be uncareful, I know. But I know why Dresden is doing this, and I know what to say to make him stop."

Gregson weighs the options. On one hand, Holmes is suspended. But he knows she's good- if she says she can do it, she'll do it. On the other hand, he doesn't want to send his soulmate into danger.

"Captain," Holmes says, touching the crook of his elbow. He looks at her. "I'll get your man out," she promises. Gregson nods. Holmes drops her hand and Gregson walks to the negotiator.

"Give Holmes the number."

Gregson calls the SWAT team off and Sherlock goes to the door. She's let in. Gregson's heart pounds in his throat. Joan touches his arm, and he looks at her. "I'm nervous, too," she admits. "But I trust her." She smiles softly. "And I know you do, too." He does.

Gregson sends the SWAT team back up, ready to get his soulmate, his detective, and Dresden out. The door opens, and he tenses. Sherlock comes out first, and he breathes a sigh of relief. Then Dresden, his hands up and empty. The SWAT team takes him into custody and two lead him down while the others clear the room. "Clear," Gregson hears from upstairs. "We got Harris! He's not hurt!" But God help him, he doesn't care about that. He goes to Sherlock when she comes down the stairs and touches her elbow, feeling her alive under his fingers. Joan joins him.

"Are you ok," he demands.

"Yeah," she nods.

"How'd you get Dresden to come out?"

"Well, I knew the Red Team's plan and I told him that." Sherlock starts bouncing on her feet, nervous.

"How'd you know the plan?"

"Well, I thought very quickly and very carefully."

"YOU GUESSED?!"

"Yes." Sherlock breathes out while he has a minor panic attack. "Gun to one's head is a rather powerful stimulus."

"Sit down," he says, pulling her to his car. She opens the back door and sits. He nudges her over enough that he can sit, too. Joan goes in the other side and lays her head on Sherlock's shoulder.

"I'm glad you're ok," Joan says quietly.

"As am I, Watson. As am I." She pauses. "Captain. I think you and I owe each other a conversation." Gregson looks at her.

"I gotta deal with this first. There's a place called McNabb's at 43rd and 12th." It's a bar he goes to sometimes, but not his usual cop bar. "Meet me there in an hour." He gets up and walks away.

He's done sooner than he'd hoped and is two drinks in when Sherlock walks in. "I'm not really supposed to be spending much time in bars," she remarks as she approaches him.

"Tonight is not about you," Gregson snaps. Sherlock nods, accepting his anger. "If I'm gonna have this conversation, I'm gonna have a drink to go with it," he tilts his whiskey. "Talk."

"I regret that circumstances caused me to endanger our relationship," Sherlock says. "It was a price I was willing to pay for revenge, as was the likelihood of going to prison. But it was what I had to do."

"No. You didn't have to. You wanted to," he corrects, turning on the chair to face her. "God knows I've wanted to take justice into my own hands after I lost friends on the job, but I didn't. Because I'm a cop."

"I'm not."

"When you work with me, you work under the ideals of the New York City Police Department," he says firmly.

"And usually I do. Just outside the bureaucratic nonsense." Gregson rubs his face with one hand. "Captain, there is no logical reason to keep me from my work." Gregson slowly drops his hand and looks at her.

"I saw you work in London. You were good. And you're good here. God knows you're special. But fuck you for knowing it, too." Sherlock waits- she knows there's more. "I want an apology and an explanation."

"What," she demands.

"You heard me."

"Oh, bloody Hell. Can't you just punch me and get it over with," she asks, exasperated. He stills and looks into her eyes.

"Punch you?"

"Yes, I know you want to," she rolls her eyes.

"I'm not gonna hit you. You thought I was gonna?" He's slightly hurt.

"If I were a man, you would have."

"You're also my soulmate. I'm not gonna hit my soulmate." Sherlock looks shocked. "So. Apology," he says, putting up a finger. "Explanation." He holds up another.

Sherlock grits her teeth and seems to search for words. Gregson knows this is hard for her, so he's willing to wait. "I...am not a warm person," she starts. "I never have been. Human connection always eluded me. Until Irene." She sighs the name. "With her, I could see why someone would get married." Gregson can't hide his shock, but thankfully Sherlock seems to be...somewhere else. "People always talk about finding 'the one' when they meet their soulmate. I always thought that was a load of rubbish. But when I met her," she trails off. She shakes her head. "I understood. She might not have been my soulmate, but she was the one." She pauses. "And then Moran killed her. Or...I thought he was the one who killed her. For one year and six months, I thought that. And I plotted my revenge. One year and six months." She sighs. "And when I finally had him, when I said that name to his face, he said he didn't kill her. That he'd been in prison. And when I confirmed it," she shakes her head. "I still had all the anger, with a new but mysterious target. But I had my old one, a real one, right there. Tell me, Tommy," she says, and Gregson stills at hearing her use his first name. She never has before. "If you weren't a policeman, and you had the people who killed your friends in front of you with numerous weapons at your disposal, what would you have done?"

"I don't know," he admits. "But I can't think about that. Because I am a cop. And so are you." He holds up a hand to stop her protests before they start. "Yeah, you may not carry a badge, but you are a part of our precinct." He drops his hand. "Sherlock, come on. You hid that picture from me. You didn't tell me about Irene, let alone that she was murdered."

"Talking about her is painful," Sherlock admits, looking at her shoes. "Watson barely knows about it. It was my fault she'd been killed. Entirely my fault."

Gregson puts his hand on her shoulder. She doesn't move. "It wasn't. It was that guy, Moriarty's fault. He did it."

"But he did it because of me."

Gregson nudges her chin up until she looks at him. Her eyes are filled with tears but they don't fall. "It's not your fault," Gregson says quietly. "And I'll say that. Every day. Until you believe me."

"I won't ever believe that."

Gregson cups her cheek. She leans into it. "And you're wrong, you know. You can make connections, I've seen it. With me. With Joan. With Marcus. And you still have one soulmate left to meet, right?"

"Tommy, that isn't the same," she protests.

"Isn't it? A connection is a connection, Sherlock."

"Watson's leaving soon. You and Bell are coworkers."

"Joan and I are also your soulmates," he reminds her. "Talk to us. Please." Sherlock sighs.

"I'll try," she nods.

"Good." Gregson lets his hand drop, puts money on the bar and reaches for his coat. Sherlock picks it up and holds it open for him. "Thanks," he says, letting her help him into it. He turns to face her. "Welcome back."

#trickster tales #elementary fanfiction #elementary fanfic #elementary #female sherlock holmes #soulmate au

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kuiinncedes · 3 years

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#what am i even nervous about lmfao i can't even pinpoint like #i'm just seeing friends and i'm stressed for no reason XD #i guess bc i'm overthinking every aspect slkdhgljdsf #no jeanne it Does Not matter what you wear it does not matter what you bring they're not gonna fucking judge you like tf #it's chill even tho they said like vaguely cotagecore vibes or something and i still don't really know what i'm bringing #and i'm about to leave work to walk to my car and then drive home and get ready and go XD #idk if the plan is still for cottagecore vibes idk i don't feel like doing that tho i feel like wearing black aldfhgkfsdj #what is this tina c/ohen chanq vibes 🤪#interesting i did not know c/o did that lmao i was just trying to make it not show up in a tag or sometihign slkdhfj #i'm a messssssss i'm a messsss #i'm just gonna wear this black shirt bc it's cute and some high waisted shorts bc i can't be bothered to figure out cottagecore 😂#so i'm goinglike furthest thing away from cottage core maybe???? black definitely doesn't fit that right lmfoaidhgfdkjsf #like i asked the friend who initially invited me and she was like yeah maybe like pastels and stuff lmao #but like damn i don't have pastels and stuff slkhglsdjfsld at least not stuff i'm as comfortable in XD #yeahhhhhhhh ok what is this thank u for reading this dumb ramble lol #hopefully i don't make so much of a fool out of myself that i don't want to talk to people ever again 😗✌️#jeanne talks #yeah why do i apparently feel the need to post about this on tumbIr who knows lmao but

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duckugou · 3 years

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golden

Kenma x GN!reader

Im trying to stray away from my comfort zone of just writing readers that use she/her so bear with me

sorry if this lowkey sucks but it was inspired by harry styles song golden

cw: big cursing, huge fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, comfort, aged up!

come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in!

Requests are open!!

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Being a streamer comes with perks. Being comfy at home, not having to face people in real life every day, playing games, typical shit. Another perk is making good friends.

Meeting people on a voice chat is common for Kenma -guys and gals alike. What he wasnt expecting one night was the sweetest voice on the other end of his headphones.

"You're all fucks- I'm better at this game than all of you combined. Try me."

To think that was the sentence that made Kenma's ears perk up and burn.

"What the hell ever- we have the great Kodzuken on our side." One of the guys said, half joking half dead serious.

"Oh yeah, he isn't even speaking up to defend your pussy asses- probably knows I could beat him too." You could hear the smirk in that last part.

"U-uh, no. You can't beat me. Nobody can actually. Not at this game." Kenma rebutted , confident in his gaming skills but not so much his speaking skills to this stranger.

"Oh man, you certainly sound confident. Come on, Kodzuken- 1v1 me then. Show me who the best really is."

Kenma suddenly felt nervous. Should he really demolish this stranger? Isn't it polite to let the person you like win? He didn't like this person yet but god their voice was attractive.

"Fine. Send the request." He decided.

"Sent, fucker."

The game resulted in a tie because this stranger actually knew what they were doing. They both threw friendly insults at each other the whole time of course, making each of them laugh a little.

"Okay fine. The great Kodzuken himself almost beat me. Im almost honored to have a great streamer almost beat me."

"Well you almost beat me too- uh-" Kenma stuttered over the fact that he didn't know how to address this stranger.

"Oh! Call me Y/n." The person giggled.

"You can uh, call me Kenma."

"Oh you don't want me to repeat your title over and over like everyone else?" They laughed.

"No, friends don't call me that. They use my name name." His ears were burning.

"Friends, huh? Guess that means you owe me your number so we can schedule a rematch where I can properly beat your ass."

"Huh, guess so."

A few months had gone by and Y/n and Kenma were as close as they could be. They found out they live close by each other and began hanging out a lot.

Y/n would be in the back of his streams on occasion and wouldn't hesitate to speak up during them. Thats the thing about Y/n. They've always been so outspoken. Since the start. Everything they talk about comes so easy to Y/n. Nothing is held back. Kenma knows everything about them. He on the other hand is still a bit closed off. Quiet. The two are so opposite yet so alike. Kenma doesn't speak much about himself, opting to listen.

Especially when talking about past relationships.

One night, they were sat in Kenmas room in separate chairs, letting conversations flow.

"So, you've dated but why have the relationships ended?" Y/n asked.

"Ah, I dont know- its not important. Why did yours end?" Kenma flipped the question as he always does.

"One guy cheated," Y/n tossed a piece of popcorn in the air, missing their mouth and brushing it off. "One girl left because she was leaving for school, and one guy just didn't mesh with me. Your turn." Y/n pushed the question back.

"Uh- well. I don't click with people easily. I'm pretty closed off so when I date it usually ends in hurt feelings by accident or they get sick of me." Kenma finally admitted.

"Huh." Y/n flopped onto their stomach on the bed after setting down the popcorn. "Don't you like anyone though? Like- if you liked someone enough, do you think you would give opening up a shot?"

"I mean I guess. Nobody ever takes the time to...pry me open." That got a laugh out of Y/n. Good. "But yeah I do like someone."

Sitting up suddenly, Y/n became visibly excited.

"TELL ME WHO."

"No god no- it isnt important." Kenmas ears burned again.

"Come onnnnn. Its gotta be someone big time cool to earn your heart. I have to approve."

Y/n pulled Kenma from his chair to the bed, not letting go of his hand as he sat down.

"Theyre very cool- and very sweet. Understanding. Someone who stands up for me and makes me comfortable-" Kenma began gushing.

"Do I know them?" Y/n interrupted.

"Y-yeah. You sure do." Kenma scratched the back of his neck.

"Oooh ok, a guessing game. Describe them more- their looks!" Y/n held his hand tighter, bouncing up and down with excitement.

"Well- ok." Kenma took a deep breath and decided he could be vague enough. "Theyre short. As short if not shorter than me. Competitive. Very cute smile-"

"TOO VAGUE give me the JUICY DETAILS" Y/n pushed.

"They uh- they have..pretty eyes." He was staring at this point, eyes wandering around Y/ns face to find more things to describe. "cute nose too I guess. Squishy cheeks. Glasse-"

"WHO THE HELL IS IT KENMA- its starting to sound like youre describing me." Y/n laughed.

"No- I'm totally not!" Kenma rushed.

"Tell this person you like them. You look so happy when you talk about them. Its kind of sickening."

"I can't just do that." Kenma stated flatly.

"Yeah you can."

"No-"

"DO ITTTT. Nothing to be scared of- it's CUTE. They would be dumb to not like you."

Kenma sighed, knowing he couldn't tell Y/n the truth about who he liked. What does he usually do when he's put in a corner like this? Oh thats right-

"Who do you like then Y/n?" He asked, proud of himself for deflecting again.

"Oh thats easy. You." Y/n said, letting go of his hand and laying back on the bed, leaving Kenma sitting up and stunned.

"What? No I mean a crush idiot. Who do you liiikkkeee?" Kenma pushed, hoping he didn't hear Y/n wrong.

"You, Kenma. I've had a crush since our first tie in a game. Thought that was obvious-"

Kenma flopped back on the bed as well. The both of them looking at each other.

"Oh. My person is uh... really... open and honest." Kenma said quietly.

"Is that why you wont tell them?" Y/n asked just as hushed.

"Yeah... what if right now they say yes but then their feelings change one day? That would hurt so bad. Worse than not telling them ever." He whispered.

There was silence. They knew what they both just admitted. Kenmas heart started racing. This might've fucked everything up. He might lose them. But they like him too so why is he so scared?

Y/n held his hand again.

"I know that youre scared because I'm so open...but hey... If you wanna give it a try..." Y/n whispered, scared about whether or not their honesty fucked them over.

"You might be right this time Y/n." Kenma whispered.

The space between them was closed due to both of them being drawn together like magnets in that moment. A sweet kiss.

"Let's try it then. I'll work on... being more open if you'd like." Kenma said.

"Kenma. I dont want you to change one bit. I like you the way you are."

Acceptance. It was the best thing Kenma has ever felt.

#kenma #kenma fic #kenma fluff #kenma gamer #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #kenma x reader #haikyuu fluff #harry styles golden lyric AHHHH

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dfsgasad · 2 years

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Ok it's 11:47, I'm pointedly not looking into social media and I'm nervous because I won't be able to watch Vol2 until 1pm tomorrow when my brother gets back from school because we're watching together, so I'm gonna lay here our "who dies" theories, leave this here, and then see how we did tomorrow (I don't want anyone to die, we're both super nervous about this)

(I'm gonna put a read more just in case, I'll tag spoilers when I update tomorrow)

(Also, it's almost 12, don't expect much, I'm falling asleep here)

Will - No, I mean, we're pretty sure he still has things to do for the next season, and also, he still has clearly a lot of unresolved stuff, so we're pretty sure he's safe El - Also safe... She's the best, they can't kill her (This may be wishful thinking, we don't care) Mike - We're scared, yeah? He's having issues, it might be a whole new character arc, might be a conclusion, please let it be character development Lucas - It would be racist. Ok but seriously, he's had a lot of growth, but also not enough so... IDK Dustin - I hope not but I'll be honest we didn't even contemplate the possibility... Max - We've already had a scare here, we don't think they will, after everything that happened? Pretty sure she's safe Erica - We're fairly sure they're not killing the eleven year old Eddie - I'll riot, but we think it's possible, he's the newest member here, he's not as rounded as the other characters (yet), but come on, so much happened to this guy in like, a week, you can't kill him Steve - I'll die if he dies, really, but also, he's always throwing himself into danger for other people, he ends up beaten every season, we're scared (Also the whole thing with Nancy that might lead to a death) Robin - Homophobic! But also, we think she's safe, mostly because there was talk of more Vicky content and it would not make sense to kill Robin... also might be wishful thinking Nancy - On one hand, they're recreating this whole love triangle we thought died in season 2 (that we both hate with a passion, we love Nancy, and Steve, but they already did this once, it didn't work), and we're scared it's just so we can have an emotional moment before she dies (Or Steve, or Jonathan). On the other hand, Vol1 ended with her being Vecna'd so we don't think she'll die Jonathan - Again, emotional love triangle that we fear is there to kill one of them, he's mostly safe right now in the middle of nowhere but that's gonna change Argyle - Not likely? I personally think he'll have a badass moment, my brother said that he's been used as comic relief but also, not developed as much, so he's mostly safe Hopper - They already "killed" him at the end of Season 3, we think he's safe Joyce - We're afraid, very afraid, we don't know what to think about that, but we think that she might die and we saw the hug from the trailer, what if Jonathan and Will are crying because they lost their mother???? I'll die Murray - My brother said he's not enough of a character to be killed... poor guy

In conclusion... No one is 100% safe and we're afraid... Also those are just the characters we talked about...

See you tomorrow I guess

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aishiteruuu · 3 years

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ஐ Him getting jealous over you.

Warnings — Cursing, Jealously, Slight blood warning. Yelling. Mentions of "Plebian" and degrading. Implied Naegami. Insecure Kazuichi. Leon, he basically is his own warning. Slight NSFW. Fluff. Mentions of breaking up. Using of alcohol. Female reader.

WC — 1.5k!

Song rec: Look at my boyfriend - Katrina Stuart ♪ & A-Wall - Loverboy ♪

All characters are of age. Don't nuke my state.

ஐ Characters ; Kazuichi Souda, Leon Kawada, Rantaro Amami.

— Leon ;

Today was your 5th anniversary! You and Leon were out on a boardwalk date! It was such fun. Leon had won you your 5th Duckie plush in a row. Leon was really competitive against anyone who tried to win your heart. Even himself.

"Hey-heyyy! Babyyy! Wanna see me toss this ball all the way to.. that stadium?" He asked, snaking an arm around your waist. You noticed he kept eyeing a duo of boys behind you. "Or maybe we can fly other ways?~"

"Sure! Just.. try and be careful though, ok?" You warned him with a nervous smile, watching him sprint. "You got it, baby!"

~ Leon snickered, winking at the boys behind you. He thought that little stunt would be enough. Wrong.

"Heyyy~ Whatcha doing here alone now? Your boy leave you for dead or sum? That's bad manners. Wanna come with us?" One of the boys asked, putting his elbow on your shoulder. "No thanks. I'm waiting for someone to come back."

"C'mon little lady, We can show you how real gentlemen are.. If you come wit-"

~ You sighed. Seeing a baseball hit one of the boys square in his nose.

"Shit! What the hell?-" The boy panicked, helping his friend up. "Who the hell threw it?!"

"Hm? Whaddya gonna do about it, bitchy-boy?" Leon asked, appearing on the side of him. "I put hands on you, when you put hands on my girl." Leon added, punching the boy's cheek.

You grabbed Leon's arm, and pulled him back. "Leon! You're going to get us arrested!"

"Wow. Can you not? You just got that low leveled Maggot's blood on my Italian leathered shoes." Togami scoffed. "I ought to have all four of you arrested. Especially you, red-head. Your horrible throwing skills hit Naegi."

Naegi sighed. "It was only a graze! I told him it was fine, but he insisted on walking all the way here to-" Togami plucked Naegi's forehead, and shushed him. "Let's not say too much, Makoto."

"..Right. And why should I care? Not like you can put a price on that face anyway." Leon asked, rubbing the back of his head.

"You're one to talk. You have all those holes in your face, I don't know which one Y/n kisses."

"You don't wanna go there, Trust fund." Leon growled, clenching his ringed fist.

"Oh? I'm sure she'd be much obliged to be occupying her time with someone much more.. Presentable, you high-key plebian." Togami shot back, wiping his glasses. "Hasn't anyone told you? Say it. Thy should not spray it." Togami said, taking off his glasses.

"Togami! Let's go! This isn't even our argument. I'll.. drag you if I have too." Naegi said, pulling the boy. "Yeah! Leon, don't engage in this!" You said, holding Leon tighter.

"Fine. Whatever.. I'll sue you later, lizard-breath." Togami said, shifting to hold Naegi's hand.

"..Wow. That was." You sighed, "You're a handful, babe."

"Heh. Be glad you got two hands, baby. Now.. How about you use them for something even more fun?~"

— Kazuichi ;

"Babe?! How are you beating me?!"" Kazuichi asked, swerving in his virtual car. You giggled, teasing him a bit more. "I thought the ultimate mechanic was good with cars?"

"I-I am!! You're just.. Having a fluke streak!!" He smiled back, giving you a playful shove. "I'm gonna beat you!" He slightly shouted, attracting attention.

A boy walked over, putting his quarter against the screen. "Me next. Against the winner." Eventually, Kazuichi scooted to make room for the boy. After 2 minutes, Kazuichi was starting to get anxious after the boys compliments.

"Oh? I didn't know girls could be this good!"

"How about you visit my place so we can play some other games?"

"Heh.. You beat me again and I think I might fall for you~"

~ Kazuichi clenched his fist, but didn't speak up. You noticed. The poor boy can't defend himself quite good yet. So you did it for him.

You paused. "Whoops.. I died! I guess I can't play anymore." You said, walking away. "Hey. Wait. You still have lives left-"

"I said I'm done playing. How about you play with the little kid who's been waiting for a turn?" You added, holding kazuichi's hand. "Let's ditch, babe."

"W-What was that back there..? I c-could've handled it..!" Kazuichi started, holding your hand tighter. "I know. But I did it for you. Now we can play at home!"

"You didn't like the arcade date? The employee, Kenma gave us free snacks- But if it was bad, I'll do better!" Kazuichi shouted, kissing your cheek. "I-I'll show you! We'll even play some better games at home!"

"Hm..? Better games you say?"

— Rantaro ;

"Woah.. Angel, I- You're dressed nice.." Rantaro said, taking your hand. Motorcycle rides with Rantaro were always nice. Sometimes he even let you drive, but today, he was treating you. Anywhere you wanted to go, you were there. "Angel, are you comfortable?"

You hugged his back, and kissed the back of his neck. "Only when I'm with you." Rantaro blushed at the statement, and winked at you.

"We're here, lovely." Rantaro said, helping you off the motorcycle. "Do you wanna wear my skates, or should I find you a pair?" You told him whatever was fine, wrapping your arms around his neck. Rantaro wrapped his arms around his waist, and connected your lips. You both stayed liked this for a good minute or so, before someone cleared their throat, and said..

"I love seeing young love, but.. Kids, there are children around!" The person said, pushing you along. "At least do it inside!"

Rantaro smiled, and gave you another wink. God you loved eachother so much. "Ok lovely, I'll go try and find you a pair of skates. Wait around here for me?"

You nodded, telling him to take his time.

~ Stay his forever.

There was feedback, and then a voice from a speaker.

"Welcome one, welcome all! To the greatest couple's skate of them all! Please find your other half, and get to the skate floor!"

that's when a hand tapped your shoulder. "Oh! Amai-" No. It wasn't.

"Who's that sugarlips? C'mere, we're gonna miss the dance." The boy said, trying to pull you to the floor. He sipped his Styrofoam, and tried to pull you by his side.

"Sorry. I'm not who you're looking for, sir." You told him, pulling away. The boy gripped tighter, and pulled you. Then he slurred, and you fell on top of him.

"Ew.." You said, picking yourself up. When you stood up, you were met with a dough-eyed Rantaro. "Amai!! There you are!"

He was a little quiet before saying.. "I know you might have a connection with him, but, please. Don't break up with me just yet." He said, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

"Amai. I'd never break up with you. I promise I'd never leave you, My little adventurer." You said, kissing his cheek. "Now let's go skate, yeah?"

Tags: @madamevalkyriee <3

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