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[lovemesomechenford]

Starting Forever Now

Summary: Tim and Lucy got married. This is the story of how Mid Wilshire finds out they were dating in the first place. 

Author’s note: This is the first fic I’ve ever written in my life. I got introduced and then addicted to exclusively reading Chenford AO3 and Tumblr blogs a year ago, and haven’t stopped reading since. I’ve had so many ideas and definitely offered up some prompts from time to time for other writers, but this is my firstborn. I thought of her (I guess it’s a her lol) in the shower early today and haven’t been able to put the idea down. I really hope y’all love reading the fic as much as I loved writing her. I decided not to beta her, so any advice on my writing is greatly appreciated. Kudos and comments are always welcomed as well. 

Also posted on AO3: here!

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Lucy goes into Adam Watch Commander Sergeant Grey’s office to request for a bunch of forms, including change of address, notification of a inter-departmental relationship, update on dependents, and change of badge name. Sgt Grey is hesitant and downright confused because last he heard, Lucy had broken up with ADA Sanford. Not sure why she would need any of these forms, especially since she’s single? Just then, a knock on his glass office door breaks him away from his thoughts. Looking up, he sees that it’s his Roaming Field Sergeant and longtime friend, Tim Bradford. Waving him in, Wade asks Tim if he knows anything about Lucy’s name change. 

“Sergeant Bradford, Officer Chen was just telling me about needing a name change. Know anything about that?” Grey asks with a raised brow.

Tim and Lucy turn their heads to look at each other and smile softly before turning back to the Watch Commander. “Yes, sir.” 

“And???” The older man waits.

“We got married—” “It’s Bradford—” They offer simultaneously. “Sir.” 

“Oh. ” Before Grey can continue, he is interrupted by Lucy who is eager to explain. 

“Sir, I can assure you nothing happened while Tim, Sergeant Bradford, was training me. Or when I was his aide. This change in our relationship is… recent.” The younger officer offers with a blush on her face. 

“Oh?” His intrigue is peaked. “How recent?”

“I asked Lucy out on a date while you were in New York with Luna two weeks ago.” Tim pauses before saying, “and we had our first date the night after her first shift as a Detective Trainee.” 

“And the name change and address change is for… ?” 

“We got married on Monday.” Tim declares as he turns to look at Lucy with a marshmallow smile on his face. 

Sergeant Grey can’t help but look a little stunned. 

“Wow.” Sergeant Grey clasps his hands and walks towards the newlyweds to shake their hands, “Congratulations are in order! Although I have to say, that is a very fast turnaround. You’ll both definitely need to fill out a bunch of disclosure forms. HR and IA will both be in contact to ensure nothing improper occurred, but it shouldn’t be too much of an issue seeing as how Detective Trainee Bradford is no longer under your command Sergeant Bradford.”

“Thank you, sir.” Both beam. Once Tim and Lucy have shaken Sgt Grey’s hand, their hands hands drop to their sides and find each other to intertwine.  

“Lucy, you need to update your dependents?”

“Yes sir, I do.” Lucy replied.

“Me too, please.” Tim added.

“If I can ask, who are you both adding?” 

“Tamara, sir.” Lucy says before continuing, “We legally adopted her on Monday. We want to add our daughter as a beneficiary and emergency contact. Just in case. That way she is protected should anything happen to either or both of us on the job.” 

“I understand. Luna and I love her - she is such a smart bright young lady. Congrats you two on your first addition to the family.” 

“Thank you, Wade.” Tim says bashfully. “We love her very much.”

Sergeant Grey pulls out a file from his top drawer and grabs a few other forms from his filing cabinet. 

“Okay, just complete those forms and get them back to me by next shift. HR and IA will probably reach out by end of week.”

Tim takes the pile of papers from the Watch Commander and opens the file jacket to find that the disclosure form is nearly complete, only missing their signatures and some dates. “Sir?”

Grey chuckles and crosses his arms. “I’ve been waiting for two years now for you and Ch- Bradford to start dating and disclose. I saw it coming from miles away. The two of you seemed to have that spark from the get-go and Tim here has been smiling a lot since Lucy joined Mid-Wilshire. Never thought you would go get hitched so quickly though.”

Lucy bashfully tilts her head downward in slight embarrassment. Her left hand, however, remains grasping Tim’s right. 

“When you know your forever is staring right at you, why wait another day?” Tim says, looking down at his blushing wife. Lucy raises her head to gaze lovingly at her husband. 

“Alright then. Congrats again. Dismissed.” 

~~ MEANWHILE ~~

“Hey Angela! Have you seen Momford?” Tamara asks cheerfully as she walks towards Detective Angela Lopez in the bull pen at Mid Wilshire. 

“Momford?”

“Yeah, Lucy? She texted saying she’s working in the precinct today and asked if we wanted to grab lunch at the food trucks. Have you seen her around?”

Lucy Chen was offered the Detective Trainee post by Detective Sergeant Caradine last week after providing valuable input on a bunch of open cases. She was stunned at first but eagerly accepted. It was a huge boost for her career. To no one’s surprise, she was thriving in the position. She brought a fresh air to the D’s Desk, and everyone loved and respected her - even veteran detectives listened when she spoke. 

“Uhh I think she just went to see Sgt Grey.”

“Okay! Do you mind if I wait with you?”

“Not at all, kiddo” Angela responded, wrapping her in a side hug. “I do have a question though…” 

Angela is so confused. Momford? Since when did Tamara call Lucy “mom”? She starts to ask the younger woman about it. 

Tamara’s been calling Lucy “mom” to her friends for a long time now but only recently said it directly to Lucy herself. Lucy’s been someone she looked up to and felt protected and loved, especially after her so-called former friend killed their other friend. As Tamara continues to explain, it suddenly strikes Angela that the second half of the name is “-ford”. As in Brad-ford? TIM BRADFORD?!?!?! WHAT THE HECK?! 

Angela’s clearly been in her head for a bit longer than she realizes because Tamara is looking at her like she’s suddenly grown two heads. 

“Wait hold up, Tamara. The “mom” makes sense and is super sweet but why do you call her Momford? Why not Momchen or something? Lucy’s last name is Chen after all.” Angela inquired as she sipped her coffee. 

“Um no it’s not.” Tamara answers exasperated.

Angela chokes on her drink and it comes sputtering out of her mouth. Tamara hands her the box of Kleenex on her desk.

“What?! What do you mean? Since when? What the hell is it?”

“Like two days ago? What’s the big deal? Did they not tell you guys?” 

Two days ago… so Monday. Chen was off the last couple days and decided to change her last name. Huh weird. Angela thought. 

“… they? Who’s they? And you didn’t answer my other question.”

“Yeah, Tim and Lucy.” 

“Tim and Lucy.” Angela repeated. Tamara hesitantly nods her head a few times. “Why would Tim and Lucy need to tell me about Lucy’s name change?”

“Because they changed mine too?”

“To what?”

“Bradford!” Tamara says matter-of-factly. She’s beaming. 

“Did they seriously not tell anyone yet? I honestly thought dad would’ve at least told you about it by now.” 

“Dad.”

“Yeah, dad. Tim and Lucy finalized my adoption on Monday at the courthouse. It was super easy since I’m already 18 years old and they’re married.” 

Angela blinks her eyes in rapid succession. Adoption. Married. It’s all a lot to process. 

“Married?” Angela’s jaws are on the ground and Tamara just snickers.

Angela knew Tim had feelings for Lucy ever since the Vegas undercover operation. He danced around the question then but his behaviour told her all she needed to know. She’s not blind! She’s a detective and his best friend! Angela always knew there was something different with Tim and his former rookie Lucy. She had known it ever since Lucy was kidnapped and Tim had called for her help. "I need you." The grave tone in which he had said that sentence stuck with her. Angela suspected the frantic way Tim needed Lucy alive was not only due to guilt. Maybe he hadn’t realized it yet, and maybe it wasn’t romantically, but Lucy was important for him. She had watched them throughout the two last years and logged each little interaction but never approached either of them to address it. Angela had witnessed the faint brush of hands, the soft smiles and the general lack of personal space. She figured they just hadn’t pulled their heads out of their asses yet. Her best friend never told her they started dating, let alone got MARRIED? NO FREAKING WAY. HE IS SO DEAD.

Angela’s inner monologue is interrupted when Tamara spots her Momford and Dadford.

“Oh! Looks like they’re coming out of Grey’s office! I’ll see you later Angela, bye!” Tamara runs off towards the Watch Commander’s office.

Angela turns around and sure enough, Tim is opening the door for Lucy and following her out of it. Once they do, Tamara bulldozes the two into a hug. Tim and Lucy are laughing as they greet the girl. Sergeant Grey is in his office shaking his head and smiling.

Neither Tim or Lucy have noticed her so Angela continues to watch them as they slowly make their way towards the front doors. Tamara’s walking half-backwards and going off about something enthusiastically. Her hands are waving about the same way Lucy does when she gets excited. Tim’s grinning like Angela’s never seen him do and wraps his right arm around Lucy’s shoulder as they pass the stairs. It’s unexpected for Angela because Tim has never been the type to show physical affection at work. He’s always been very church and state about it. No personal talk in the shop or during work hours. Lucy gazes up at him, flashes her blinding smile and leans in as much as her duty belt will allow.

“YO BRADFORDS!” Angela yells across the bull pen, attracting the attention of the few cops around her and walking past.

Lucy and Tamara respond a little slower than Tim, but all three of them stop in their step to look towards the beckoning voice. Tim has one eyebrow raised with a knowing smirk, Lucy is blushing pink and Tamara is still beaming. 

“Congrats on finally becoming a family! You idiots are coming over for dinner!” 

Their audience bursts into hollers and applause as the newly appointed Bradfords simply nod their heads and continue towards the front doors.

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford x lucy chen #Tim x Lucy x Tamara #family #first fic #read on ao3 #chenford fam is the best #chenfordedit #secret relationship #secret marriage #secret adoption #long time coming

[die-tenebris]

Callout post uwu all Dev does is send me tiktoks

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[artificial-ascension]

Murder Park

Deathnottober day 2, murder. L drags A and B to an amusement park but then someone gets murdered so they step in to solve it.

(Story time: So on October 2nd, I was out of town because we were going to an amusement park in Ohio. And I have all these prompts saved on my phone for each day by just the prompt name meaning on that day, I woke up and checked my phone and I had a notification for ‘murder.’ My brother also got that notification because Google calendar dumb. So we all joke about me scheduling a murder with Google calendar and it’s a reoccurring joke all day and then I got the bright idea to have someone be murdered at an amusement park and call it a DN fic. The wrench thing is also relevant because we were talking about wrenches in line at one point and my brother asked my dad if the big wrench in his garage could kill someone. So here we are. Also because I just don’t think we talk about L CANONICALY liking roller coasters enough.)

Alias note: A is using Alan and B is using Belvedere because I don’t think B is capable of just going by like ‘Blake’ like has to be some dramatic ass name.

@deathnotetober

A and B were both extremely pissed off. L was taking a weekend off and had decided to go to an amusement park and wanted A and B to come with him. A and B would’ve declined. However, Watari forced them to go, so now, they stood at the front of the park they didn’t even want to go to.

“Let’s go to the back of the park first to avoid lines.” L said in his monotone voice.

“Sure, whatever.” A grumbled.

B said nothing but instead stared at L menacingly.

They walked through the park, looking around at the decor, which was Halloween-themed as it was fall, much to A and B’s liking as it was their favorite holiday, and seeing the park decked out in skeletons and other spooky things made them a bit happier. They got to a ride in the very back, and L was right, no line. They kept doing that until about mid-day when the lines were sufficiently long no matter where they went. Now they had to stand in line and wait. After they were finished waiting, they sat down for a drink as it was sweltering out, and poor albino A was wearing long sleeves. Plus, they’d been walking or standing for 1 ½ hours with the only times to sit being on rollercoasters where they were constantly tossed around at high speeds.

After their break, they pushed on, being dragged around by L the entire time. Both of them were considering killing him somehow, but that would make A the new L, and he wasn’t ready for that. They ate lunch after a while, which was actually quite enjoyable. Then they rode more rides. At about 6:30, they were in line for the last rollercoaster on their list. The sun was setting, and the air was cooling, much to A’s happiness.

“This time, I get to sit next to A.” B asserted. B’s least favorite part of this was that rollercoasters tend to pair people in groups of 2 or 4, not 3. He was the one who had to sit next to strangers seeing as L always wanted to sit beside A even though A was HIS boyfriend.

“Mhm… yes sure….” L hardly acknowledged B as he was too busy inspecting some of the bolts keeping the ride anchored to the concrete ground.

Once they were on the ride, it was dark, and they got to see the park at night. The lights were lit up, and fog machines covered it in a hazy mist giving it an early look. It was quite the sight. Once they were down, they got to enjoy nighttime on the ground. They walked back to a plaza that contained A’s favorite decorations, a creepy pirate ship. The fog was very thick there, and employees were walking around dressed as zombie pirates scaring people. Three of them all decided that if they were jump scared, they’d either kick the person or cry, so they all walked around the fog cloud. 

This proved to be a good idea as when they were walking away; they heard a blood-curdling scream. Which, considering a bunch of people were being jump scared, that shouldn’t be too weird. However, A recognized the screaming voice as an employee, who were quite easy to identify even by voice as they were yelling complete jibberish rather than screaming in fear like the other park goers. A turned his head to the sound just in time to see another employee come out of the fog screaming incoherently. B gripped L’s hand in fear as his acute sense of smell picked up the strong tang of blood in the air.

“L,” B trembled, “I smell blood.”

“I think we’ve witnessed a crime.” L said, trying to sound nonchalant but B sounding slightly afraid and A clinging to his side made it hard for him not to be scared because, after all, A and B were not easily frightened.

L stepped back a bit and pulled A close to him. On the other hand, B had remembered he was a Wammys kid, so this was no time for him, of all people, to be scared. Although, he was just a bit fearful that the killer would come after them next. Though that was not the case as once the chaos died down and someone turned on the fog machine to see what had happened, they saw a gruesome scene in front of them with no killer in sight.

A corpse of a young woman laid there, her head smashed in from the side pouring blood and brain matter onto the pavement. Guests screamed in disgust, and the street devolved into complete chaos until park security came and roped the area off. L, A, and B had watched the entire scene play out and stepped forwards after everyone had calmed down.

“Excuse me,” L said, raising a hand, “We three happen to be detectives. We can handle this.” 

The park security was more than suspicious at that claim until L pulled out a fake FBI badge he kept on him for times like these, “We’re FBI. Child prodigies. We’d like to take a look at this crime scene.”

The security members looked at each other for a moment, then decided to take L’s word and let them inspect the body. B knelt next to the corpse and examined the wound, putting his forensics and CSI training to good use. L and A stood by waiting for an opinion from B, considering he was one of the few kids who specialized in forensic pathology rather than actual deductive work.

“Alan, what do you think?” L asked with his thumb placed on his lip.

A raised an eyebrow at his alias being used but answered non the less, “I think we need to question the employees and people she was here with, but more importantly, not let anyone leave the park.”

“And why do you say that?” L prodded some more. He already knew why A’d make that call; he just wanted to make sure A knew why he made that call.

“Checking with the employees is obvious along with interviewing the people she was herewith. Making sure no one leaves the park is so we don’t lose any suspects. I’m mostly interested in keeping the employees here, though.” A said coldly.

“Oh,” L turned his head to A, “And why employees?”

“It’s just- a shot in the dark… is all….” A trailed off. A had an issue with making claims with no basis and wild leaps of faith during investigations. He knew L didn’t operate like that, but it was just in his nature to do it.

“Well, Alan is right.” B interrupted as he stood up, “This wound was made by a hard, slim object hitting the skull with tremendous force. My suggestion would be a wrench and a large one at that.”

“Right… And no one brings wrenches to an amusement park unless they need to work on something, which points to an employee who works in Maintenence or, at the very least, has access to a tool room.” A said, looking back to L for approval.

“Yes, that’s what I’d say s the most likely conclusion.” L said calmly.

A smiled, knowing L thought his deduction was correct, “So then we should question the employees here?” A asked.

“Yes, you work on that while I speak to her part members. Belvedere, you keep looking at the corpse.” L said, referring to B using his alias as well.

B was a little angry he was being demoted to corpse inspection, but he was fine with that. He enjoyed the dead bodies. A took a deep breath and approached the employees who were dressed up at the time and spoke to them all, trying to get as much information out of them as possible. Likewise, L spoke to the girl’s party. Afterward, the two met up again to discuss.

“So, what did you get?” A asked.

“She was a college student from out of town here with her boyfriend, who is also not from this area. She had no contacts here, so there’s n reason anyone in the area should have a grudge against her. And you?” L responded, immediately assuming A was looking for connections, which he was.

“The employees say everyone who works in this part of the park has access to at least one tool room, so no one is ruled out except for the few who were out in costume as they wouldn’t have had time to retrieve a wrench while working here. It is to be noted, however, that the employee who screamed when the corpse was discovered had a reputation among the others as a bit of a promiscuous lady, so plenty of other employees had a reason to hate her, considering the relationship drama. That, combined with what you said, makes me believe that an upset coworker killed our victim accidentally while the real target was the employee who first discovered the body.” A said proudly.

“Impressive….” L mumbled, “Now we just need to find who did it from our list of suspects.”

“Right, I think we should figure out what size wrench killed her. Considering not everyone has access to every tool room, and each one contains different tools for each ride.” A turned to B, “Any idea as to what size wrench we’re dealing with, Belvedere?”

“Judging from my measurements, it should be a… 4? I would fit what I believe is roughly a 3 inch bolt. That’s what Google told me.” B shrugged.

A and L scowed at him.

“I’m GAY. I don’t know anything about tools!” B yelled.

The two of them rolled their eyes, “Well, what ride would use that size?” A asked.

“The ride we were just on, of course. The paint was chipped around the bolts at the bottom of the ride in a way that resembled the marks left by a wrench. This is unlike the other bolts on other rides, which are painted over perfectly, meaning only that one was receiving constant maintenance. Conveniently, those bolts were 3 inches in diameter.” L stated his own deduction this time without having A explain his thoughts—this time, A mentally kicked himself for not noticing that minor detail. He shouldn’t have, but he didn’t while L did. Just another way, L was still much better than him.

“Ah, perfect!” A turned to the employees, “Are there any people who work on that ride,” A pointed to it as he did not know its name, “Who would have a grudge against our intended victim?”

“Well, Steve would. He’s kind of a creep. If it were anyone, it’d be him.” one of them said.

A turned back at L and smiled. L nodded his head in approval. They had a suspect, just in time too, the cops had arrived, and the three reported their findings before leaving. The park had to be closed early, but it was starting to rain, so they didn’t want to stick around. L bought the two of them some things from the shops, and they all went back to their hotel.

“So A, noticed you were pretty scared there.” B teased.

“Shut up, so were you.” A replied.

“You both had a good reason to be. I’ll admit even I was startled by such an event.” L said.

“Whatever… I was scared. But I had you two, so I’m fine.” A rolled over, trying to hide his blush.

“Aw, you trust us to protect you? That’s adorable. I’m touched.” B placed a hand on his heart.

L sat down next to the two of them on the bed, “B, you were trembling, so really I was the one protecting you two.” “Yes, it’s a miracle we all made it.” B rolled his eyes.

“You’re very ungrateful. I saved your life back there, you know.” L was joking, but it seemed hard to tell with his monotone. Though A and B could tell, seeing as they were used to it.

 A hugged L, “Well, I’m grateful.” he said before kissing L on the cheek and then laying down, “Good night. I’m tired.” 

L touched his cheek as his face went a bit pink, “Good night, A….” 

“I’m also tired.” B said before crawling under his blanket, “Good night, L.”

“Good night, Beyond.” L moved to get off their bed, but A stopped him.

“L,” A asked, “Could you sleep in our bed? To protect us?” A said in a half-joking manner.

L understood what A meant, though, and climbed in between the two. A curled up against him immediately. B took a minute before deciding he also wanted to cuddle and nuzzled into L’s back.

In the morning, L was watching the morning news before A and B woke up. The story of the amusement park murder came on, and he learned that Steve had been arrested where he confessed to the murder. A was right in his deduction, aside from the small part where L had figured out the ride staff to look at. However, that was a very small detail, though he hoped A didn’t beat himself up over it. Either way, they both did a fine job solving it. L turned off the tv and laid back down between his two succors, deciding to get some more time in with them before he had to leave them again.

#Death Note #a death note #death note a #L Lawliet #beyond birthday #deathnotetober #my fics

[cozy-neko]

The Cherry On Top • Character Introductions • 01 | And so it begins • 02

With each cup of coffee Y/N placed in the cupholder, a low grumble accompanied the action. Each thunk of coffee that slid into each holder was a little more aggressive and heavy-handed than the task need be, but the air of irritation that emitted from the girl was undeniably strong, and the unfortunate barista that was tasked to make this foul-mood customer’s drinks handed her the last of her order before quickly slinking away.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” Y/N continued to grumble under her breath the entire frigid three blocks back to the campus of where her office was located.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” A scowl was evident on the girl’s face the entire elevator ride up the tall skyscraper until it dinged and stopped at the 70th floor. It wasn’t until the doors slid open that Y/N sucked in a shaky breath and plastered a Crest-worthy, Splenda-sweet smile on her face as she exited the lift and entered the bustling office.

“Coffee’s here!” Y/N sang out and placed the two cup holders down on top of the front office’s counter tabletop.

“Y/N’s back!”

A scurry of workers crowded around the 21-year-old girl as she animatedly read off orders off the top of her head and handed them out, one-by-one to its rightful owner.

“You’re the best, Y/N-chan!” A senpai from the tech editorial department ruffled her head, earning a small whimper of protest as she tried to sooth her hair. It wasn’t like she spent twenty-minutes this morning trying to tame her unruly mane for nothing.

“Isn’t Y/N the best? She’s always so good at remembering who gets what.” Another senpai from the lifestyle editorial department chimed in and took a sip from her latte.

“Oh no, no! I’m just doing my job.” Y/N let out a forced chuckle, but it went unnoticed as her coworkers slowly disappeared back to their corner of the office to get back to work.

"Alright, you can drop the act, you fake."

The instant Y/N heard a snort coming from behind, the fake smile that was plastered to her face immediately dropped as she whipped around to face a chestnut-haired male.

"I hate it here," Y/N groaned and leaned her upper body onto the countertop. She let out a huff of air and blew a stray piece of hair away from her eyes. "I can't wait to graduate from coffee intern to staff writer."

"You're meeting with the Chief later today, right?" Oikawa Tooru removed his hands from the pockets of his slacks and eyed the remaining drink leftover.

"Mmm, yeah." Y/N let out a distracted sigh as her thumbs flew across the keyboard of her smartphone for a quick text. With the click of a button, she locked her phone and shoved it into her pants pocket and gave her full attention to the older male. "Chief told me that she had good news for me, and judging by all the overtime work and random projects I picked up over the past few months --"

"You mean bitch work?" Oikawa interrupted, earning a glare from the girl.

"For your information, my 'bitch work' got published last week! And that's besides the point. All that matters is that Chief has noticed that I'm a responsible worker who is willing to go above and beyond my day-to-day tasks and now I'm definitely getting the promotion that's been long due!"

There was a smug grin on Y/N's face while Oikawa rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, you are a hard worker, Y/N-chan, but that doesn't mean you should be doing other people's tasks when it should be their job to do them in the first place."

"Can't you just be happy for me?" Y/N whined. "I didn't graduate from UTokyo with over $100k in student debt just to go on coffee runs. And I don't even get to have my own drink!"

Oikawa sighed and placed a hand on top of the shorter girl's head. "I am happy for you. And proud of you. I hope you get the staff writer position you wanted, and when you do get assigned to my department, I'll make sure to run you dead with ten articles simultaneously." 

There was an evil, teasing glint in Oikawa's eyes which Y/N responded to by sticking out her tongue.

A ding! interrupted the teasing banter and Y/N checked her phone. She let out a quick squeal and a small hop.

"Gotta go! Ayame-san from tech has an article she wants me to write!"

Y/N waved goodbye and scurried away.

"Hey! I asked for a dirty Chai, not a mocha! What the fuck, Y/N?" Oikawa yelled after the retreating girl.

"Serves you right for making me do your coffee run too, Oinkawa!" Y/N's bubbly laughter echoed through the hallway as she skipped towards the tech editorial department.

Oikawa sighed and tugged at the front pieces of his hair. It was already nearing the end of the day, but he was still at least half an hour away from completing his remaining task for the day. He was currently in the middle of copy-editing an article one of his staff writers submitted earlier today when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

Oikawa removed his glasses and pulled out his phone, rubbing his tired eyes while unlocking his phone. It was a text from Y/N.

She must've finally talked to Chief, Oikawa thought. He swiped his thumb to unlock his phone and read the text.

Oikawa grimaced at Y/N’s text. It was obvious the meeting did not go the way Y/N had wanted it to. Sighing, Oikawa stood up and packed his things. Looks like the article was going to have to be pushed back a week; there was a more important meeting he had to attend to first.

Y/N glared at her phone and bounced her leg, a nervous tick that Oikawa absolutely hated whenever she did. Maybe if he was here right now, he would've had the opportunity to scold her. Except his train was running five minutes late. Y/N groaned as she watched another minute go by.

Where's Tooru?

How much longer was he going to make her sit in agony at their favorite bakery and tea shop? 

Right when Y/N was about to hit send on her phone, the shop door jingled, and in waltzed Oikawa.

"Alright, alright, I'm here. What happened?" Oikawa was slightly breathless, having sped-walked from the station and down the block to meet up with Y/N. He rolled up his button-down sleeves and removed his work badge from around his neck.

"So I got the promotion," Y/N began to which Oikawa cut her off.

"Okay, congrats, but that's hardly an existential crisis."

"No! Let me finish!" Y/N stomped her foot once, irritation beginning to seep in. Oikawa rolled his eyes, completely immune to Y/N's temper flare ups. Instead of retorting, he opted to take a sip of her fruit tea. "I got the promotion, but it wasn't the promotion I wanted."

"Did you get placed in lifestyle with Iwa-chan? I heard that department's kind of a mess right now. Iwa-chan told me their lifestyle editor's too busy hooking up with Hanamaki's layout intern to even run the department --"

"Tooru, for kami's sake, I'm begging you to shut up." Y/N groaned and covered her face with her hands. "I'm TK Mag's new gossip blogger. Chief wants me to freaking exploit influencers under the alias of 'Cherry' for the new Cherry on Top blog."

“The new what now?”

end notes: 

→ the timestamps at the top of each photo are irrelevant. the timestamps that you want to pay attention to (or not. it really doesn’t matter) are the ones within the text chats.

→ if you see the word shanchou in oikawa’s and y/n’s texts, i accidentally misspelled the word shachou which means “president of the company.” i was debating whether i wanted to use the japanese spelling or just keep it as Chief. i changed my mind multiple times and decided to just go with the english version but got too lazy to correct the photo. 🤡

→ props to authors who only explicitly write smaus. creating each social post is so time consuming and slightly frustrating that i almost threw my phone across the room.

→ don’t come at me for my nonexistent and try-hard humor. 😔✋this is why i only write angst.

→ no kenma and akaashi this chapter, but they will be introduced in the next!

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[druddigoon]

SwSh Scraps

[leon&hop. an examination of the dysfunctional, adulation-based relationship of brothers, from the perspective of the older brother who’s always gone]

Leon was in a commercial shoot when his brother was born. 

Phones weren’t allowed in the studio; Oleana, pin-straight and proper, stood sentinel outside with his in her hands. 

“Congratulations,” she had said, handing it to him. “you’re a brother.” 

Leon stared. On the screen was the puckered face of a newborn baby, swaddled in stark hospital linens. Dark hair, olive skin, little button nose--he would’ve thought it was one of those awkward baby pictures his mum hung around if not for the text on the bottom: You’re a big brother now, Lee!

He scrolled down his notifications. 5 missed calls. 

“Come on,” Oleana’s hand was choking on his back. “We need to fly you to a conference in five minutes. You can call later tonight.”

“Rose is a better father than you ever were!” a younger Leon screamed, voice cracking at the edges. Rose didn’t police his bedtime or judge his choice of breakfast foods, Rose bought him everything he wanted; Rose was the reason he was here instead of working a dead-end job in a backwater town, not her. 

“Lee?” Hop’s voice, deeper than he last remembered and cracking at the edges. It takes him a second to recognize it. “What’s going on? Why are you calling me?” 

“Hop. I’ve cleared my schedule for the weekend. Tell your mum I’ll be arriving in Wedgehurst on Saturday, in the afternoon, maybe later if the train runs late. I’m--”

I’m coming home.

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[piers&marnie. the second installment of the darkest day au, which i actually plan on returning to since it’s near and dear to my heart]

Spikemuth is a city of elegies. 

She wears them like anchors, the fading note of a once illustrious mining boom, now home to families with nowhere else to go; everyone carries a little bit of her burden, tragedies wormed under haggard skin, between rusted chain-link fences and across boarded up doors with holes for handles. Shared secrets too volatile to taste air. 

For Marnie, the tragedy is this: 

Piers never wanted to be a gym leader. 

She remembers her bro’s face inked across the headlines of the Daily Galar, a younger Piers wearing his uniform and a smile and short hair with no shadows beneath his eyes.

I’m very grateful to have the privilege of representing Spikemuth here, her bro was cited as saying, And I’m thankful for everyone there who has supported me through thick and thin. Especially my sister, Marnie. 

Finalist contender--she’d watched fraying tape records of the matches, up until his defeat at the hands of the champion. He still has his badges, golden plate propped up in a display case in his office, along with his league pictures; every year, he takes it out to polish. 

The gym challenge was popular, the crown jewel of the Galar region. And everyone loved the underdog, a contestant in battered hand-me-downs and legs too long for his body, who fought as if the crowd was his rhythm, who swept through the competition without a single dynamax. His notoriety gave Spikemuth a much needed boost, and companies began investing again, seeing promise in these run-down streets like they eyed the boy streaking through the circuit. 

 When her bro lost, he returned home a hero.

The thing about challenger fame is that it never lasts. The gym challenge resets every year, bringing in a fresh wave of contestants drawn by the distant possibility of glory, who will fight and hurt and lose to try and rise up on top. Soon enough, everyone fades into obscurity. 

And Spikemuth did too. Investment dried up. Infrastructure deteriorated. Nothing lasted forever, and back then, the city seemed to be nearing its twilight years. 

Marnie remembers the day Rose knocked on their door, remembers the towering man wielding showy words like “vacancy” and “opportunity” from her hiding spot behind her bro’s legs, how he presented the offer like gift but discussed terms like debt. 

Somewhere along their negotiations, her bro was crowned gym leader. 

They didn’t have a dynamax spot, couldn’t even afford a gym, but after her bro’s candidacy was announced everyone threw a huge potluck in his honor--pooled their savings for a new microphone stand and speaker system, after his old one wore down. 

When her bro sang, his music reverberated into the audience like hope. 

Once they’re alone again, Piers had slumped against a creaky chair, pulled out a cigarette and lit it with shaking hands. Marnie remembers yanking the package from his fingers, taking note of the brand--the same one their late father used. 

“Since when did you smoke?” She asked. 

Piers had smiled bitterly. “Not too frequently, though I’ve been gettin’ a habit lately. Sorry you have to see this, little sis.” 

He took a drag before exhaling. The smoke billowed out like miasma, rising into the darkened sky. Another followed, then another, until she couldn’t tell the difference between cloud and smoke.

“Bein’ a gym leader is no easy feat, and I doubt I have the stuff for it,” Her bro finished his cig, flicking it onto the streets, “But what else can I do? This old place needs somethin’.” 

He was Spikemuth’s hero, and Spikemuth was his burden. 

Marnie remembers lingering on the cig, watching embers unfurl against cold hard concrete, before they flickered out.  

When Marnie opens the door, she hardly recognizes her brother standing outside alone, soaked to the bone, hair slick against his head and looking like the wind would blow him over. To her, big bro was always the person who stood by her, who could lift the world for her on days when she’s too weak to stand, who could shelter her when she was nothing but dark clouds and rain. 

But part of growing up is realizing the people you look up to are not perfect, have their own chips and cracks in their armor. Big bro is the boy who used to throw her up in the air even when it hurt his arms, slip her candy when their parents weren’t looking; Big bro is also the teen who would be protective to the point of suffocation, the forlorn man beyond her steps with a plea in his eyes. 

"We only have each other," Piers murmurs.

Marnie closes her eyes. His hair is just like she remembers: soft and frizzy and just a little bit stiff from the hair products, the faint whiff of his favorite dollar store cologne he'd always had stocked up. Cold, clammy skin, but she can feel the press of his heartbeat amid the quiet rumble of his voice; and like modulation she's six again, curled up in the contour of her brother's arms as he sings her storms away.

She takes a deep breath. Steels herself. 

Then she pushes him, hard.

"Idiot!" Someone's yelling. Is it her? She recognizes her voice but not the raw, seething edges of her words, the staccato hitch at the ends. "Y-you've been leadin' a city since I was in primary, and when other people need you most the only thing you think about is us? Were those years, was-does this legacy you passed down to me mean anything to you?"

Piers manages to steel himself before his ass hit concrete (or maybe the push wasn't as hard as she thought, some sentimental part of her holding back). He's not mad. It's somehow worse. "Not all people need or want the same thing, achievable things, Marn. It means I've learned to pick my battles."

And the battle he fights is against me.

#drudwrites #leon pokemon #hop pokemon #marnie pokemon #piers pokemon #marnie and piers one actually has a pretty complex plot that's hard to summarize #so snippets taken out of context might sound weird #tl;dr they had a big fight #different priorities #different misunderstandings

[maero]

【 12 】 I n d r a w n - You’re My Target

Summary: You’re an assassin, he’s the man you’re tasked with. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Johnny Seo (NCT) x Reader

Word count: 2,189

Warnings: Contains foul language and mature scenes/topics. Continue at your own discretion.

CHAPTER 13

It was now the morning after the little incident that had occurred the previous night. You woke up with back ache due to you deciding to bunk out on the sofa although to Johnny it would look like you had just happen to fall asleep there as you couldn't make it to the bed somehow. A quiet groan escapes from your mouth when you eventually sat up and stretched your arms above your head, giving you a little remedy to try and help with the pain shooting through your back. Slowly, you began to stand up and cautiously look around the abnormally quiet room. Without a sound, you poke your head around the corner slightly to peer into the bedroom... no sign of Johnny, the bed is still made and it looks like the doors to the balcony were locked as the keys were still by the windowsill on a hook.

A sudden surge of panic overcame you as you quite literally tore up the room to look for your phone. "Oh god, this is very very bad!" Fear laces your words as you desperately continue the search to inform your boss about this terrible situation. "That bastard is going to fucking pay!" Anger gets the best of you as you begin to throw things around the room, making quite the noise. "I've only gone and fucked up haven't I?" As you grasp the table in shame, you hear a distant vibration coming from the furthest point of the room, the bathroom. As you enter the bathroom you lock eyes with your phone, "It isn't over yet." You sigh and quickly lunge to retrieve your phone. "New message from Mr Yamazaki, isn't it about time? Thank god for the timing though." Relief courses through you as the text message reads "Any updates?" Now is the time to just bite the bullet and just tell him that Johnny got away because he'd find out sooner or later. With that, you reluctantly sent that text message only to be met with a notification after around 3 minutes.

"Come on Y/N I can open this damn message." Pacing up and down the room, energy arises from nowhere. "Fuck it!" And with that surge of energy you finally opened it. With wide eyes the text message read "So, what are you doing still? Get out there and investigate like you were trained to do, you could've replied to me later. Also, go armed." You didn't bother sending a confirmation text back, you knew this was protocol yet you sat around while he's out there probably attempting to leave.

One search for evidence for any stolen goods was conducted in the bedroom as that contained most of the items we had brought with us. There is no need to continue in the kitchen as it had already been searched following your outburst. You checked everything in the bedroom: weapons suitcase, closet, side drawers and even the bathroom, no sign of anything gone. It was going well so far, until you peered underneath the bed. "Only one suitcase which is mine." You pulled it out and noticed that the tag had been damaged, almost as if someone had pulled something by force. You quickly make a note of this and pull the weapons suitcase from the closet. You choose to put on the shoulder holster accompanied by a pistol and some ammo, nothing too extravagant. "This looks very subtle." You chuckle to yourself before you throw on a jacket over the top to conceal the weapon. In the suitcase there is your badge which you grab and push into your pocket just in case.

Before you leave you turn your attention to the look of the front door, to identify forced entry. Which seems to be none but the extra key next to the door is gone as you have the real one on you in the front pocket. "But why would he take his suitcase AND the extra key if he was leaving?"

You have no time to waste, Mr Yamazaki had put his faith in you for all the right reasons. The sun is shining and it seems to be about 11 in the morning. You have around 12 hours to crack this and report back to Mr Yamazaki or he will not be pleased at all.

Rapidly, you burst through the front door and consequently leave it open on your way out, not caring about the property only about the suspect at hand. Carefully keeping the gun hidden, you consciously make your way over to the towns centre and work your way from there. You had no plan forming in your mind but had only one important mission. Apprehend. The. Bastard. Before. He. Gets. Away. The first thing you thought of was the bar you spotted him at last night with a lovely young lady upon his arm, the audacity to be fair. You weren't serious or anything, in fact you felt disgusted if a thought of Johnny crossed your mind, hell even you felt worse at yourself as you'd LET this happen on your watch. How irresponsible you thought, no wonder Mr Yamazaki had to keep his cool.

You felt anger begin to build up inside you yet again as the thought of you making the rookie mistake to trust another suspect. Last time this happened, you didn't dare to inform Mr Yamazaki about it. Although you felt a bit better that you did eventually gather the guts to tell him.

As the landscape of the bar comes into view, suspiciously there is no one around except the employee behind the bar surface. Great time to go and ask a few questions. As you approach you lay out your badge to the employee who begins to look a little bit startled but you're not surprised, it happens most of the time so you've learnt to deal with it. "Good morning, I'd like to ask you a couple of questions regarding last night." The employee shifts a little in space and continues, "Uhhh I'm not in trouble about last night right?" You frown to yourself, last night? What happened last night? Were you THAT out of it? "This may seem unprofessional of me but, can you enlighten me about last nights events? I wasn't aware anything had happened. I promise that you're not in trouble sir." Your words were laced with reassurance, of course you weren't going to arrest this man on sight, he's most likely a witness to whatever went down last night as you ran away in sadness. Of course you let emotions get the best of you, but hey it happens and it cannot be helped especially when you feel betrayed.

The man went to grab a stool to sit down behind the bar as you grabbed your phone to take some notes. "May I ask for your name sir?" You look up at him and make direct eye contact, you meant business. "O-of course, Daniel. Daniel Warwick, I'm working abroad for experience in bartending - I'm originally from the UK." His words were filled with fear and shock, poor guy he sounds shaken from what happened last night.

You make a quick note of his name before asking the real questions. "So before we jump right into the occurrence, I'd like to know how much this incident has shocked you and if you'd ever experience anything like this before? By the way your talking it sounds like it's had an impact." He adjusts and shifts in his seat, thinking of what to say before finally, "Indeed it has, nothing like this has ever happened to me when I've worked a shift. I thought I would die by the way the atmosphere changed so quickly. I feel a bit rough and shaken today because my boss has forced me to be on shift again even though that happened yesterday." With a stiff lip you noted it down and with that you needed to hear what actually went down moments after you fled the scene. "What can you tell me about what happened yesterday Daniel?"

He momentarily held back before he let go of all the information he gave to you. "I believe it was around 9:30 this all occurred. Three men and two women were the only ones present at the scene. I can confirm that it was one of the men who started all of this." You begin to listen even closer to what this man had to say. "They were all incredibly drunk but I thought nothing of it as obviously this is a bar and people sometimes come here to get wasted on holiday. I didn't quite get their names but one dark haired man stood out and looked particularly suspicious to me as his behaviour changed drastically in comparison to when he was sober when he arrived earlier that evening." Dark haired man?

He continued on with a huge gulp, you log his hesitation to form words. "...Then all of sudden this man pulls a gun from the inside of his jacket pocket and started to threaten all of us, including the people he was with. My body went into complete shock, I didn't know what to do in that moment so I just collapsed to my knees with my hands in the air to surrender." You look at Daniel with sympathy, "That must've been hard to deal with, I'm sorry this happened."

He turned away slightly, "But that's not quite the end, he actually shot a round and damaged the roof before he fled in a hurry." Daniel points to the ceiling where you are presented with a single bullet hole, the impact was huge as the hole was massive." As you turn back, Daniel catches a glimpse of the gun in your holster and in response he covers his head with both hands. "Oh gosh I'm so sorry you had to see that, I'll be more careful. Don't worry I'm not going to shoot." You speak softly and carry a comforting smile. He looks back up and slowly releases himself from his grasp. Daniel sighs hard as his hands collapse into his lap out of frustration. He looks around the now silent room and you take the moment to make note of his appearance in notes, just in case they need it for witnesses. His brown slicked back hair as well as his square rimmed glasses frame his face nicely especially since he has green eyes, such a nice contract it's so unique. His face appears chiselled by the gods but that's going off topic.

"Do you have any other information you'd like to share about the perpetrator?" He twiddles his thumbs in his lap, pursing his lips hard and raising his eyebrow to try and remember at least something. A moment passes. "Ahh, yes. I think he mentioned that he works in debt collecting to the woman that he left with after the incident took place." That's it. That's all you needed to hear. "Thank you so much for giving me your time today Daniel. I really appreciate it and I wish you the best of luck in the future. Don't be alarmed but we may contact you in the future to conduct an interview online." Daniel got up from the stool and stood to shake your hand. "You're more than welcome, I'm happy to help anytime." And with that you two shot a pleased smile at each other before you were on your way.

You now knew that you had to search more for Johnny, he for sure is in hiding somewhere around here. As you walked around town, you were looking for a place to stop and grab some lunch, hoping to catch a glimpse of Johnny somewhere around town. He can't hide forever and obviously he knew that, he's not stupid.

As you settle down for lunch you look back over the notes you've taken provided by Daniel our key eyewitness. "Where did he get the gun from? No guns were taken from my weapons suitcase? Perhaps someone provided it to him while we were here? Is that why he suggested to come here in the first place?" All these dire thoughts flood your mind as you cannot wrap your brain around it. What is his motive? You need to get to the bottom of this.

As you stare out onto the rest of the shops filling the town, a flyer that's taped onto the shop door catches your attention. "Holiday rentals homes in-" rental homes... THATS IT! This part of the island only has places available to rent for the summer. That woman must've taken him back to her home! But which home is the problem here, you cannot come barging in without a warrant you could get in trouble for it. Yet again you'd just have to knock and ask politely to come in to ask a few questions. If they refuse, that will raise suspicion.

So far you haven't had to use your gun, but it may be needed if something gets out of hand.

#nct127 x reader #johnny suh x reader #johnny seo x reader #johnny x reader #nct johnny x reader #nct x reader #nct #NCT #NCT U #NCT 127 #nct 127 #johnny seo #johnny suh #mafia!johnny #romance #reader insert #kpop #ncitizens #nct jaehyun

[shhhlikeme]

Nin’s Matchup!

(SFW + NSFW)

Matchup Profile: Sfw+nsfw matchup pretty pls! (1/5) Name: Nin>Female>5’4>Film & sfx/theatrical makeup freelancer>V athletic in MS-HS: ballet, was in volley ball, soccer &Basketball teams>Miss my prime days>Scared to start workout again b/c I’ll get lightheaded>If sum1 helps push me through initial fear, I’ll keep growing from there> Likes chilling in ballet stretch poses>paints, photographs&draws as hobby>draws a pic a day (mostly portraits)>writing a comic atm >Always plan contingencies.🦄

(2/5) >embarrassed of my loud laugh(it’s like Kuroo’s)>introvert>not afraid to lead a team tho> V shy & quiet most times>8/10 times, feels awk in public,like idk what i’m saying, but others told me I seem social>Once I’m comfy w/ u, i joke a lot(occasional mum jokes 2 annoy+Sassy dirty ones w/ S/O)>hides behind ppl who likes 2 talk, but not when they’re 2 loud>laughs @ mistakes/when embarrassed>Will stop mistreatment, even if I get in trouble>values communication&genuine discussions🦄

(3/5) Sings when home alone>competes @ Street Fighter tournaments, trains everyday 4 it>Sings “Hit Me W/ Your Best Shot” when fighting bosses in game&swears melodically when i lose>eats chips w/ chopsticks >make hats out of my cat fur when bored>Workahokic night🦉>likes 2 teach >full convos w/ my 🐱>LIVES in oversized hoodies & flip flops, regardless of weather>no pants@home!>Feels incompetent sometimes, but keep practicing 2 improve>Analytical fast learner>idk why ppl think i look innocent🦄

(4/5)>Forgets 2 speak eng when tired (Thai 1st lang.)>Headrubs 4 s/o every night b4 bed>will miss u but is bad@texting>yelps like puppy when I’m surprised>Unconventionally resourceful: Wire hangers’s fixes everything! >stress bakes & will gets pouty if it didn’t turn out well.>overwhelmed to water my 50+ 🌱 >Doodles on smt (always have a pen on me)when i feel socially anxious> 2 dance sober @ clubs> Wants a stable relationship where we work tgt like a team to bring out the best in one another🦄

(5/5) I like a s/o who is lovable, kind, genuine, mature, independent and caring, but can also joke & be silly with like best friends. NSFW: open 2 try new things>❤️restraints, blindfolds & sensual tickle sex (as lee+ler) but had always been too shy to share it with any1>occasionally self conscious of food baby+stretchmarks>🥰edging/teasing >has a thing 4 height differences (likes to feel smol lol!) & primal play.>Is a switch. I’m so sorry if it’s too much info! Thank you for doing this!🦄

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A/N: HI LOVE @crushzone !!!! I SMILE WHEN I SEE YOU IN MY NOTIFS GIRL I WORKED HARD ON YOURS OF COURSE💖 But no matter whaaaat I’m going to be very authentic in my matchups bc they’re based on compatibility and therefore, without further ado, lemme introduce you to your NEW BAE:

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KŌTARŌ BOKUTO 🦉

SFW:

so you’re a theatrical makeup artist.

Aight.

Mind if I offer you a word of advice? :

RUN

“DUDE THAT’S AMAZING IT LOOKS SO SICK!”

Startled by someone’s loud booming voice, you smudged the eyeliner you were applying to your actor’s face all over their forehead. Whipping around to see who had disrupted your work you were faced with a beautiful black and grey haired owl. A rather tall... and very attractive ‘beautiful black and grey haired owl.’

He started walking around the dressing room like he owned the place, touching everything.

“Excuse me, you don’t have a badge. You can’t be backstage—!”

“Pretty obvious don’t you think, Miss ________?”

You didn’t take his bait, refusing to give this stranger your name. Bokuto shrugged.

“Well since I don’t know your name I shall label thee—Miss HOT GIRL of the 9 Kingdoms!” He nudged the knight actor who was sitting in your makeup chair with his elbow. “Did I sound 15th century ish or what??” The owl turned to you expecting to be praised. “I had to meet the person who made the medieval vampire look so scary in the last act. But that guy with the lights didn’t tell me anything about you being so hot.”

You were speechless because he was hot too

But he shouldn’t be back here so you tried to shoo him out anyway

He allowed you to try to shove him out but he was way bigger than you so nice try sis

When he yawned while you panted because you weren’t able to budge him an inch....

Bokuto wagered that he would leave if you agreed to make him look like the Hulk with your makeup skills for a Halloween party he had to go to

You didn’t really want to because you were a professional and you had no idea who this owl was but because you had 15 minutes until the second act and you needed peace and quiet if you were going to finish your job!!! ....

( This boy was not peace NOR quiet )

You agreed.... but because you answered so fast Bokuto kicked it up one notch

Prince of pushing his luck (king is reserved for Shōyo‘s extra ass)

He pretended to allow you to push him out of the makeup room a few steps but before you closed the door he stuck his foot between the door so it couldn’t close.

Smiling, he peered back in, looking down at you:

“AND...... you have to agree to go on a date with me. Tomorrow night?”

“Ugh FINE!”

Bo removed his foot and let himself out with a bounce in his step.

SERIOUSLY WHO LET THIS MAN BACKSTAGE......

Needless to say, after a few dates, mans won you over like he wins EVERYONE over

It surprised you how comfortable you became with him but he just has that affect on people

***

In terms of your athletic relationship Bokuto does many things:

He pushes you to go to the gym with him for one

He signs the two of you up for impromptu Beginner 30-day challenges that you both must stick to

So every morning for 30-days straight he jumps on you in bed to wake you up:

“NIN BABY TIME TO HIT THE GYM. BABY NIN TIME TO GET IN SOME SEXY GYM SHORTS. MON BÉBÉ NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNN—“

“Kōtarō, please shut up.”

he doesn’t

He drags you there and eventually you get back into the swing of things.. killing it in the weight room with your supportive man cheering on your every rep!

You don’t even need him to wake you up during the second challenge!

Your volleyball player boyfriend also signs you up (without permission) for the neighborhood soccer team that Akaashi’s girlfriend is already on

You hated it at first because it was uncomfortable going back after not playing for so long but you soon realized that all the girls there were ex-athletes too and not stars

You formed amazing new girl friendships (especially with Akaashi’s gf) and double dates with them were one of your favourite nights of the week!

You owed that happiness in your life all to your Owl 🦉🥰

He and Akaashi came to every soccer game y’all had and you and the three of you went to all of Bokuto’s games, obviously

Btw you all were FITTTTTT OML

***

In addition...

You already know that your man finds your artistic talents insanely fascinating

On your first anniversary together Bokuto gifted you with a new paint set and new French stand:

Because he admires you Bokuto also tries to draw and paint seriously just like you

You stand over his shoulder and give him corrections and baby owl learns so fast it’s amazing

You two make ‘paint night’ a thing when you move in together and it’s always the most fun event!!!!

Bokuto CONSTANTLY and I mean CONSTANTLY asks for you to add him to the comic you’re writing but you say no because he wouldn’t fit in

He sulks but one day you surprise him by showing him that you drew a cute soaring black and gray owl in the background of almost every outdoor scene in your comic,

you pointed out that it was him

BOKUTOOOO WAS SOOOOO HAPPY

HE WAS SHOUTING FROM THE ROOFTOPS

He called Akaashi right away and almost cried tears of joy hahahahaha

***

Your contingent based lifestyle has saved your reckless boyfriend’s life and career many-a-times

It’s one of the things he loves most about you.

Also, it is important to mention that he is in LOVE with your laugh

Bby owl does anything to hear it and showers your face with kisses when you laugh to draw it out

He loves you so freaking much

When you don’t make sense and speak gibberish in public because your awkward side randomly comes out......your boyfriend loves to make fun of you:

“Huh? Nin, that wasn’t Japanese, that wasn’t Thai and that definitely wasn’t English. What planet is my adorable baby girl from, again? And how do I return her in exchange for a floating space car instead?!”

suh cute

All of Bokuto’s teammates really like you because you work in conjunction with Akaashi which means you actually have the magic ability to get Bokuto out of emo mode even faster than his best friend 🤯🤯🤯

When he’s at an away game in emo mode his teammates will literally FaceTime you and point their phone in his general direction

“Hey, Kōtarō!!!! Look, Nin’s on the phoneeee!”

Bby owl turns around slowly when he was sulking in the corner and when he sees you on the screen he’s running and jumping on whoever is holding your phone.”

“Kōtarō baby. You’re going to stop this emo mode right now. If not I won’t let you paint me nude like we discussed.”

mans was like: 😨😨😨😨🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

YEP the next second you see him hitting his best practice spikes and his teammate thanks you profusely

You do this several times until Kōtarō just knows to not go into emo mode anymore because you won’t be happy

A year into his professional volleyball career The Black Jackal’s coach sent a surprise fruit bouquet to your work one time:

With a note that read:

To Nin,

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Love,

The Team

***

I know you don’t really like people who are considered “too loud” and Bokuto is like...... “MEGA LOUD 🎙 “ but you and Akaashi work together to quiet your boy down as he gets older

He’s perfect

And you love him

***

OKAY THIS IS THE FUNNIEST day THING:

You know how you like standing up for people (even strangers) and stuff?

Well one day, you and Bokuto get caught on a show called WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

Where the two of you cussed out this cat-abusing actor on the show in a convincing scenario!

It was PRICELESS

Bokuto literally tells everyone that y’all are movie stars because of it 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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More in the relationship:

Bo is always singing with you 💞 when y’all make breakfast it becomes a national sport to sing at the top of your lungs!!

And when he sees you eat chips with chopsticks he’s pulling a Hinata “🤩🤩🤩” face .

He begs you to teach him how

So you try

......and try

..................and try

He can’t do it bruv 😞

You see bby Owl’s emo mode return for the first time in like a year when the chip shatters between his sticks again

This time, you have to enlist Akaashi as the FaceTime saviour and Keiji just tells him:

“Bokuto. You should prefer eating chips with your hands anyway. It gets to your mouth faster.”

cue Bo’s 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 face

........And all is well again

There’s more:

So you’re a workaholic?

Bokuto is fine with that. He just makes you promise that he gets to take you out on your lunch breaks a few times a week or whenever he can

He’s so sweet and your coworkers are BIG jealous of your relationship

Your man BEGSSSSS you to teach him Thai but you find it too hard so when he’s travelling on a long flight he spends the time learning the language on YouTube (and actually get decent at it) so that he can understand you when you’re sleepy😴🥺💕

When Bokuto surprises you by wishing you goodnight in Thai before he falls asleep (while you’re giving him head rubs), your heart explodes BECAUSE why is he the cutest thing in the world ?!?!?!

RELATIONSHIP COMMUNICATION:

You don’t text/you’re bad at texting? That’s fine, mainly because bby owl is so busy with volleyball anyway, but if you don’t text him back when he is feeling needy the boy will call you 20 times in a row

When you finally pick up, your heart is beating like thinking it’s an emergency

But he will answer saying:

“Oh, no emergency. I just want booty pics. Please, Nin babyyyyy?”

you’re like: 😑

ANOTHER CUTE THING YOUR MAN DOES?????

AIGHT:

It’s cringey but.......

When you’re at work all day doing makeup and he’s home he will send you pics throughout the day of him taking care of your plants like they are y’alls newborn children:

His text:

Baby look!!! Ollie the Orchid grew to 7 inches today!!! Yesterday he was 6.8 inches!!!!! They grow up so fast 😭😭😭”

Your reply:

Not quite as long as your dick, Bo

His reply:

I hate when you get me horny when I’m trying to take care of the kiiiids 😭😭😭😭

Dkm

Of all the factors you look for in a man, Bokuto has all of them

Like I said he becomes much more mature when you and Akaashi are his closest compadres

What people don’t know is that Kōtarō is actually very mature he is just a hardcore optomist (besides emo mode lmao) so people often mistake him as immature or dumb

But He’s far from it and you see that everyday

It’s why you fell for him

When dealing with serious issues that life has to handle, you see a different side of Bokuto, a real side, the side he shows in every tough volleyball game when he makes you metaphorically step behind him so he can deal with any problem that comes your way

He would literally withstand all your battles if that meant you’d remain happy forever

We stan a relationship like yours💞

NSFW:

okay so you know how you chill in ballet 🩰 stretches sometimes?

THAT DRIVES KŌTARŌ WILD.

It turns him on so much and he is constantly testing how flexible you are in the bedroom

When you keep meeting his expectations he is POUNDING you cause he is so turned on

He fucking loves it

It also turns him on when you’ll be acting shy and stuff but then randomly you’ll lead your neighbourhood soccer team like a BAD BITCH

When he sees that he’s already asking Akaashi how long until the game ends because he’s horny:

Akaashi deadpans. “Too much information. And the game just started 3 minutes ago. Get a water and calm yourself.”

Bo is sad but it makes for one hell of a I’m-proud-of-you sexscape when you get home from your game!!

Your dirty jokes also turn Bokuto on.

A lot.

A lot a lot:

“Bo.....I was joking.”

“I know but if I hear the word ‘dick’ coming out of your mouth I automatically think of you blowing me so now I want us to go home.” He whines.

You sigh. He’s lucky he’s so fucking hot.

When you’re playing street fighter every night this boy will not leave you alone until you cockwarm him

“Nin can you pleaseeeeee warm my cock while you train? I miss you.”

Your concentration turns him on so he has to ask nicely 😊

You love his dick so of course you oblige

Bby owl is so happy just sitting there being in your company and in your warmth but sometimes or every time he ends up thrusting into you

Sometimes while he’s giving you deep slow thrusts he orders you to keep playing or he won’t get you off

Damn 🤤

Let’s not forget also that you drive your man wild by walking around the house in hoodies all the time and nothing else

Every day, another hoodie will be found in various RANDOM places in the house because Bo flings it off you before he makes love to you wherever, and they go missing

Finally, when you get all sad and pouty because one of your baker trials goes to shit (ruined chocolate brownies this time, boo 💔), your boyfriend is taking your hand gently in an instant, leading you to the bedroom:

“Don’t be sad my beautiful girl, you know how much I hate seeing you sad. It makes me sad.! Here, come in the room and sit on my face—I promise I’ll make you feel better.”

WELL DAMN—😳💦

Maybe you should screw up brownie recipes more often.

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A/N: do you know the show what would you do??? Watch it on YouTube if you haven’t haha I couldn’t stop thinking about you and Bokuto being on it after reading your matchup profile!!!! I hope you liked it bb! Give me all your reactions, I want all the smoke 💞💞💞

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There’s Only Us Left Now

So 2020 can go away now please. The last couple of days have been extremely rough mentally and I just didn’t have the energy to write or do much of anything. I’m still feeling a bit meh but I don’t want to leave you guys hanging so I wanted to update this before work today. Thank you to everyone whose been reading this! 

I Had a Dream I Was a Vigilante’s Side Kick pt. 3

           Wayne Enterprises had always been a place Halley was unfamiliar with. She’d only gone into the building a mere handful of times since being a Wayne but regardless she knew exactly where she was going. She still had her id badge Bruce had given her, hoping it still was active. She flashed it to the security at the door, gripping onto the new folder filled all the information she needed for this visit.

           She felt as if she permanently burnt a bridge with him after that night long ago when she broke out the Joker with the intent to kill him. She wasn’t mad that Bruce stopped her. She had grown to be thankful for it. The normalcy Halley had come to embraced until quite recently wouldn’t be possible if Bruce hadn’t been there to stop her. But there was still that voice in her head that told her that he hadn’t forgiven her.

           Dick and Alfred would tell her others and she had hoped them to be right. Bruce did start sending her invites to Gala’s and the likes about a year ago. He also made unannounced bank transfers into her account that Dick had set up for her when she started college. Bruce had done so quietly, not even telling Dick and had never tried to reach out to her for explanation.

           When she questioned Alfred about it on one of their Sunday lunch dates, the butler just said, “Master Wayne still cares. He wants you to be taken care of.”

           Halley bit the inside of her cheek at the memory and the feeling of still being unable to reach out. Even with forgiving Bruce, there was still a part of her that was bitter for stopping her. Jason’s words about how sending criminals to Arkham was the same as sending them through a revolving door were proven right by his death. And she also couldn’t stop herself from thinking that Bruce was only doing what he was doing for appearances. People started talking, wondering why his daughter was no longer appearing at events or spotted with the family.  

           Halley pushed herself back into focus, smiling at the guard as he granted her access into the building. She was relieved that it was only Batman Inc. that he revoked her access too after all. Taking a deep breathe she walked through the large lobby of the building, hearing the heels of her boots clicking against the tile floors.

           Her visit was unannounced but she felt confidence raging through her in determination to make her case heard and understood. She had thought of just sending her file of research straight to Alfred but she wanted to make sure that Bruce knew she meant her piece. She didn’t want him to just look over it with a shrug or scoff or whatever way he might. She wanted him to know that this Tim Drake meant trouble and wasn’t just another lost boy for him to take in and use.

           The elevator ride was long having to constantly stop on multiple floors of one of the tallest buildings in Gotham City but eventually she heard the ding for her floor. She exited and began to walk down the long hallway passing the large board room and other conference rooms until she reached the desk and secretary sat outside of Bruce’s office.

           “Excuse me,” Halley cleared her throat to gain the woman’s attention. “I’d like to talk to Bruce,”

           The woman looked up with her confused, unfamiliar of Halley’s face since she’d been out of the public eye for such a long time. The woman cocked her eyebrow up unsure who the girl thought she was to just walk in here and expect to see the big boss. Halley found herself chaneling her younger self, her own persona she had made to wear during Bruce’s charity Gala’s and such when the woman clearly wasn’t budging an inch.

           “I’m his daughter, Halley Wayne,” she gave a fake smile. “It’s a family emergency and I really need to speak to my father.” She hated the sound of her own voice but she pushed past it and hid the sneer she wanted to give at statement. She flashed her teeth at the woman again, raising the badge up to confirm she was who she was claiming.

           “Oh! Miss Wayne!” The woman’s attitude changed, rushing to stand and move to Bruce’s door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. Let me just let him know you’re here, he’s in a call.”

           Halley watched as the woman disappeared behind the large oak doors. Halley bit her lip, looking around the room, trying to hide her impatience. She saw the large portrait hug on the opposing wall of the door of Bruce’s parents and smiled softly at it. As she gazed at the portrait she also noted the one Alfred had forced them to do hung right next to it. It was one of Bruce, herself and Dick and Jason. She frowned at that painting.

           “Halley?” Bruce’s concerned voice tore her out of her loathing. He stood by the open doors, his secretary making her way back to her desk. “Is everything okay?”

           “Hey Bruce,” Halley nodded to him, turning around to face the man.

           She looked him over seeing just how worn down he looked even though to the average person he’d look fine. She could tell from his eyes. He looked at her with mixed emotions. He was shocked to see her and she felt somewhat prideful. She had managed to pull one over the big bats. She shook the thought away knowing that she was here for a reason.

           “Can we talk?” She asked, gripping the folder tighter.

           “Of course come right in.” He said moving out of the way and motioning for her to enter his office first.

           She made her way in and waited for him to close the door before turning to face him. She knew he had his office under tight security and knew she could speak freely. She didn’t wait a second longer and held up the manila folder she had held securely the entire walk and train ride to the building. Bruce took note of the folder and looked at her silently asking for an explanation. She handed it off to him. He opened it and quietly browsed through the pages she had placed inside.

           “His name’s Timothy Jackson Drake.” She spoke at he looked at the first couple of pages. “He’s fifteen years old; lives in the East End. He has an IQ of 142 and actually got the Wayne Scholarship for a full ride through Gotham Academy.” She started, as Bruce stopped reading and looked up at her.

           He didn’t yet question the significance or relevance of the information, knowing it must be important if it brought Halley to him after all this time. He wore a serious look as she didn’t falter and continued on,

           “His parents are Jack and Janet Drake. Jack’s a business man. Not to your caliber but good enough. He’s attended some of your Gala’s and charity events. His mother’s a stay at home mom, only works a couple of shifts at a local flower shop.” She spoke, finding herself moving to look around the office, as if it would help her get through this faster. She paused as she stood in front of the large windows overlooking the heart of Gotham.  

           “I did some more digging though because it seemed too clean and there were a couple of transactions in Jack’s accounts that just didn’t add up to me.” She explained. “Jack’s found himself tangled up with Oswald Cobblepot after taking out a couple a loans from him to help pay the rent” She frowned as Bruce meet her stare.  “Like I said he’s a business man but not like you. He was down on his luck and I guess making a deal with the Penguin seemed logical.” Halley huffed rolling her eyes at the man’s stupidity.

           “What does this have to do with the boy?” Bruce asked looking back into the file; most of the information wasn’t on Jack but instead his son.

           “Well, his son knows about us to start.” Halley said bluntly causing Bruce too look at her with firm eyes. “He figured it out. He recognized Dick after seeing him in action a few months back on TV with the Titans; he had seen the Flying Grayson’s as a kid and he quickly put two and two together. He came to me and told me he knew who we were. He asked me if he could be Robin.”

           Halley paused, hesitating on telling him about that but she knew she had too. As much as this was killing her she had to be fully transparent about this. She felt like the kid’s life could be at stake if she wasn’t honest to Bruce. She stored back any pettiness she had left and continued,

           “I think he knows about his father and Cobblepot.” She said looking down and shaking her head. “I think he wants to become Robin to try and help his father or something; I don’t really know that part but Bruce, he can’t. He-,”

           “He’s just a kid.” Bruce finished, lowering his eyes. He ran a hand through his hair before walking over to his desk and placing the folder onto it. “Who else knows about this? Have you spoken to Dick?”

           Halley shook her head no. Dick had sent her a text asking if everything was alright after getting the notification of her being in his safe house. She had lied and said she needed a quiet place to work on her paper. She didn’t want him to worry, so she decided to keep in him in the dark for now at least.

           Bruce nodded at his former ward, placing his hands in his pants pocket. He walked out from behind the desk and made his way back over to her near the window. “Thank you for coming to me with this. I’ll look into it; make sure he doesn’t do anything foolish.” Bruce paused.

            Halley bite her lip and nodded to him hesitantly. It was as if she was beyond uncomfortable in his presence. He frowned at this and opened his mouth to speak again, “Thank you for feeling like you could come to me with this. I know it’s been a while since we’ve last spoken and I am truly sorry for how things left off. I was just doing what I thought was right.”

           “I’m not here to talk about that Bruce,” she snapped, glaring down at her feet. She felt the sharp pang of awkwardness take over after she lashed out and cursed to herself. She had gotten better with that and here she was again.        “I’m sorry, I just-“She sighed, looking up at him for real this time. Bruce didn’t apologize and if he did it was very rare. “I forgive you, Bruce. I forgave you a long time, I just wasn’t sure if you had forgiven me.” She admitted.  “You had done the right thing and I should be thanking you.” She smiled just a crack, finding her voice again. “Just make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid okay?”

           She started to head towards the door knowing that she had nothing left to say but was stopped when Bruce spoke up again, “You could help me with this, you know. I think you’ve proven to yourself and me that-,”

           “No; thank you but no,” Halley cut him off, shaking her head at the thought. “I’m not a hero and the days of me pretending to be one are long over.”

           Halley left without another word feeling her mood shift once again as she closed the door behind her. She gave the secretary a fake smile again before heading back down the hall to the hallway towards the elevator. She tapped her foot against the floor anxiously waiting and hoping and praying that Bruce wouldn’t come after her. And for once luck was on her side as the door opened before any such thing could happen.  She entered and pressed the button for the ground floor immediately suddenly wanting to get as much distance from herself and this place as soon as possible.

           She felt multiple ranges of emotions. Satisfaction, reluctance, confidence and temptation. She had finally talked to Bruce; she had finally gotten the justification of knowing that he didn’t think so lowly of her. Maybe all of his quiet attempts to reach out weren’t just some show? But she still was hesitant to believe it. Actions spoke louder and he had never personally and verbally tried reaching out. He had only ever done so in hiding. And then she had also stood her ground. She went in and said her piece without once wavering. But then he had to go and ruin it. He just had to go and tempt her by offering her a place back in the life that had almost ruined her.

           She tried to shake the thoughts out of her head pushing herself to walk as quickly but unsuspiciously out of Wayne Enterprises. She had done her part. She had made sure the information had gotten shared and she could get back to her life and put any invitation of her old life back where it belonged. She had more important things to worry about, like school papers and homework and other more tasking things.

           What a joke, she chuckled to herself. There was a time when the things she had just listed off didn’t even come close to importance and now here she was putting them higher up on her list. The thought made her spiral back into the thoughts of her old life and how it really had going on close to three years this April since Jason’s death and her giving up her mantle. It had been even longer since she first met him and became Nightshade; longer since she was face to face with her father.

           “Stop,” she whispered to herself before she walked to the sidewalk to hail a taxi.

           It wasn’t long before she was able to get ones attention and quickly told the driver to bring her to Gotham University. She had more important things to concern herself with than Batman and Tim Drake; she had a paper she still needed to finish writing.

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Legendary

Dean Winchester x Reader

1400 Words

Written For: @heavenandhellbingo , @spndarkbingo , @spnkinkbingo​

Square Filled: First Blade(Heaven) Ancient Relic (Dark), Rough Sex(Kink)

Summary: Raised in the Hunter life, Y/N has turned to collecting ancient and unique items. When she gets wind of the First Blade, she knows she will do anything to get her hands on it. 

A/N: This story will be pretty dark. Each Chapter will have the appropriate warnings. After all, it is Mark of Cain Dean. 

Your house was filled to the brim with the most unique collection of items. Pieces that had only been whispered about. Most of them you sold, some for even millions of dollars. Others, you kept, decorating your home with talisman’s that brought you luck, or good fortune. A select few you kept close to you, giving you comfort that if things came after you, you were safe.

But there was one item that you had never been able to get your hand on. It had been nothing more than a myth, stories passed down for centuries. Of a wicked looking blade that killed any sort of mythical being, including Knights of Hell. It had never been seen, not since it had been in the hand of Cain himself, and it was the one item that you had always wanted to find. Who knew how much someone would pay for that if you could force yourself to part with it. If you could ever get your hands on the ancient relic.

You had almost given up hope until a couple of weeks ago. After almost getting trapped in a cave for an ancient Celtic protection charm, you had been ready to head to the Bahama’s for some rest and relaxation. You had made quite a bit of money off of that last find. Enough that you could spend the next couple of months doing whatever you wanted.

And at first, nothing had sounded better than sun, beaches and pina coladas. But once you had heard of the first blade making its first appearance in centuries, it was all you could think about. You wanted it. No needed it for your collection. You already had the perfect spot for it, secure enough that no one would ever be able to lay a hand on it.

It was frustrating. Knowing it was out there, but not knowing exactly where it was. You had to stay patient, researching. You dreamed about it, seeing it in the hands of this man. His grip was tight, his shoulders strong as he easily sliced and killed with the powerful blade. His eyes were a brilliant green, his features strong and handsome. He was almost as mesmerizing as the blade in his hand, and you wanted to know more about this mystery man. Who he was, how he was capable of wielding the most powerful weapon in the world.

With little else to go on, you began searching through newspaper articles for bloody, horrific deaths. You knew the blade controlled those wielding it, making them do horrific things. It didn’t take long before you began to find a pattern of bloody deaths in the midwest. Never a mention of your mystery man. But you had it narrowed down to a small part of the country, mainly around Kansas.

Packing up your suitcase with wigs, weapons, and spells, you slid behind the wheel of your sleek, cherry red Porsche, pointing it west, settling in for a long car ride.

As the night sky blurred above you, your phone dinged, another notification of the first blade’s destruction, you realized you were only an hour away from the bloodbath. With the speed of your Porsche, you could probably make it in half an hour and maybe even find the guy from your dreams. If he existed. You hoped he did because you couldn't wait to meet the man who could wield such power. And the collector part of you wished that maybe he could become part of your collection as well.

While you wanted to head to the crime scene right away, you had to keep your priorities straight. Stopping at the only five-star restaurant in the small city, you booked the suite. Touching up your makeup, you changed your jeans for a black pencil skirt. A white blouse and black blazer completed the look, along with your fake FBI badge. Hunters weren’t the only ones who dabbled with false ID’s.

The crime scene was mostly clear. A cop car was leaving just as you pulled up, but another car was still parked in front. A long, black classic muscle car. Running your manicured fingers along the gleaming paint, your heels clicked as you walked up the sidewalk.

Without knocking, you stepped into the shabby apartment, immediately getting taken back by the mess in front of you. Sure, you weren’t a hunter, but you had been raised by one. You had seen many things in your life, but this might be the bloodiest. Bodies lay everywhere, covered blood and things you didn’t even want to try to name. Dark red blood covered everything. The walls, the floor, the windows. There was five, no six bodies in the main room, carved up by a wicked blade. A blade you had dreamt about for so long. Your hands just itched to wrap around it. You were so close, you could feel it. The power of it.

“Can we help you?” A deep, rumbling voice called out, pulling you out of your daydreaming. “This is closed scene.”

You pulled your badge out of your pocket, flashing it in annoyance. “I’m Agent Larsen. I’ve been called to this case.”

“Hmm, so have we,” the voice growled low in his throat, and you finally glanced up. Freezing as the vibrant green eyes from your dreams stared down at you.

“You’re…,” you stuttered. It was rare that you were speechless, but you had never expected this man to be real. He was even more handsome than you had dreamed. You were rarely caught speechless, but this man had done it with only a glance.

“Do I know you?” He asked, his voice as strong as steel, a cold glint to his eyes. A normal person would have taken a step back, instantly cowering under the hint of violence in his tone. But you stayed in place, tilting your head back to stare up at him. “No, you don’t. I was just mistaken for a moment. It looks like you’re done here. How about we meet sometime tonight and go over your notes?”

“Not going to check it out for yourself?” He sneered, but you could sense a hint of despair in his voice. It didn’t surprise you. Sure, he had been strong enough to wield the blade, but it had to be eating him from the inside out. All of that power didn’t come without consequences.

“Oh, I will,” you assured him. “But I also want to hear what you two other agents have to say as well.”

By this time he had been joined by another man. Taller and lankier, your instincts told you these men were brothers or had worked together for quite some time. Definitely hunters.

“Dean, it wouldn’t hurt,” the new man suggested, giving you a name to go with the face.

Dean shook his head, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. “We don’t need any help. This case is cut and dried. You can just head back to your little office job and leave the field work to us.”

With your hands on your hips, it was your turn to narrow your eyes up at him. “Excuse me?”

Dean took a step closer to you, his hands curled into fists at his sides. “You heard me. You are not needed here, so why didn’t you get your designer suit out of here.”

You wanted to slap him, but you forced yourself to control your temper. You needed him, needed to get close enough to him to find the First Blade. No matter how much you wanted to slap that smug smile from his face. “You don’t know who you’re messing with,” he muttered before turning on his heel and heading outside.

“Is he always like that?” You asked the other man, hoping he was a little nicer than his partner.

He shrugged, his shaggy hair flopping in the movement. “He’s been a little on edge lately. But don’t take it to heart. I’m Sam by the way.”

“Y/N. Listen, I didn’t mean to cross any boundaries, but…,”

“Are you really an Agent?” He blurted out. “Because anyone can make fake ID’s anymore.”

“You mean like hunters?”

His hazel eyes widened, his lips opening up to answer you when Dean called out from the car, his voice even grumpier.

“Listen, I’ve got to go before he…,” Sam started. “But we’ll be at the local bar, probably around eight tonight. Meet us there and we can talk.”

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compulsive shopping

something I never thought I would be dealing with. for one, I was never a big spender. since being very little, I hated the thought of people having to spend money on me and I was very good at saving it. yet I've never bought as much as I have the past year and I don't remembered why I bought most of the things or even what they were. which means I've never owned as many unnecessary things before. during that year I also spent all of my savings including some money I’ve had put away for years and rarely touched before because I never had big needs that would require extra money. whenever I reached for those savings this year it felt like an emergency, I planned on putting it back there after my next paycheck, but I never did - some new purchase would always seem more urgent. “I was living from paycheck to paycheck. I was living FOR the paycheck”*(The Minimalism documentary). pretty early on I found myself in a financial crisis and had a lot less money to spend, unfortunately it wasn't about how much I would spend, but the way I would spend it.

since I can recall I’ve always hated spending money going out, going to movies, eating with friends, buying food for myself - it seemed like such a waste of money - on something that lasted a moment instead of something material that I could have forever and that would bring me joy and serve purpose. or better yet, multiple purposes, right? too bad I wouldn’t use anything for long. I own some clothes that I wore literally once or twice. most things I would get were horrible quality and poor source which I was aware of. a lot of clothes didn't fit me, therefore didn't serve purpose, but instead would make me feel frustrated with what I looked like. and the joy, momentary excitement, dopamine kick - that was what would initially drive my constant need to buy new things, but it would last less and less time. the rush I would get from checking out “inspirations”, looking up things, reading product reviews, planning purchases, placing orders, waiting for deliveries and then using those items for the first few times- gradually it shrunk to feeling excited until the end of each transaction. I haven't even worn something, I didn't even get it in the mail, I would already look for something else, I was already hung up on something new. I had never-ending lists in my head of stuff I wanted to get next, that I needed next. I had a few private Pinterest boards specifically for that, that's what all my Instagram likes went to. and I would obsess over them. that’s what I would spend all of my free time on. my energy, thoughts, motivation to get up, to work, to survive through bad days. to live, I guess. they were my treats for doing well, my consolation prizes and my what the hell’s. I didn't plan on buying 10 things at once, but just this one and, of course, these two. while still in my head, most things felt essential, unlike previous ones- I was crazy getting that previous item, but this? I clearly need this. if I look better, I’ll feel better.  my shopping habits were gradually becoming more impulsive and compulsive. I was no longer thinking through or questioning what I needed, practicality was not high on my list. I would almost never try on stuff, I would base my decisions on the fact that I liked the way something looked on someone I saw. usually on Pinterest or Instagram- so people of completely different proportions, physical features, lifestyles, preferences and identities - not me. it usually looked good with other articles of clothing that I didn't own, so when shoes arrived in the mail and I wasn’t so sure about them, I would sometimes convince myself that I also needed different trousers, t-shirts, different colours or materials to go with them, that would solve it. when I had less money, I would buy more, but cheaper items. it made so much more sense to buy multiple things for less. and if it’s cheap, why think twice?what's the harm? I actually knew enough about the harms of fast fashion industry, but I chose to ignore them. I thought I couldn’t afford to be environmentally conscious, to make ethical choices, to consider people behind products, to pick more intentionally. I couldn’t afford to buy as many quality items, so I chose quantity over quality. and it’s hard to appreciate quality, when you get bored and dissatisfied with everything so quickly. but each time it felt like that one item was the one that would perfectly fill in the painful space in my life, each product seemed ridiculously important for a short while, it somehow was supposed to be the start of a new life- a toothbrush that, at least in the pictures, matches my bathroom tiles and other beautiful, pure, and organic-looking sink accessories that I was getting next; or a running windbreaker that I can fold into the size of my fist and that might not go with any of my clothes, but I could always have it with me and it would help me save space in my giant everyday backpack full of other essentials. it felt like every little thing would weirdly define me for a second. that when I pick a product, I decide what kind of a person I am. but who I was and what I liked was becoming very blurry.

style and clothing felt like such an easy way or opportunity to redefine or redesign myself. it gave me a sense of identity, it was a symbol of a different better life. and when I was out of ideas for myself and my life, any image that gave me a sense of what I lacked i.e. self-confidence, self-respect, ease, balance or even better social skills or ability to fit in among certain people sounded great. I reached a point where there were too many different voices saying what would make me feel better and I would get very confused. not even with what I needed or wanted, but as to what I liked, what was aesthetically pleasing. which btw, while not the most important in life, comes in pretty fucking handy when you work as a product designer and a craftsman. that lead me to my worse state. I could change my mind about what I wanted to look like, which subconsciously translated into whom I wanted to be, in five minutes while randomly scrolling through a board of pictures on my Pinterest or checking out my Instagram feed. it didn’t come out of nowhere, I was never able to stick to the same clothes, I went through so many stages, I tried out more haircuts within the last five years than most people have in their lifetime. I actually would feel sorry for people who had the same hairstyle their whole life and wore the same type of clothes for years- how boring are you and how unadventurous is your life? I didn’t see the integrity some of those people have, the lack of need to fix what already works, the peace, the contentment, the blissful zero fucks to give about something this empty and unimportant. I thought they lacked sensitivity, awareness and were afraid to experiment or take a risk, while it seemed natural for me to play around, constantly research, look for something. I even convinced myself that I had to be that way to keep an open mind and my creativity levels high. but when it got out of control and started changing so fast I couldn't keep up with it, I realised how much my low-self esteem was being used by the industry convincing me to want new things to fix me and immediately hate the old ones. definitely wasn’t news to me as a phenomenon, but took me a while to realise that it affected me, and how much. as those things tend to, it aligned with various work stuff, break ups, prolonged health problems, family conflicts, other everyday stuff and social media apps, including Instagram and Pinterest, have become my pacifiers, a way to push away all sorts of thoughts, issues, anxiety, to look away, to avoid, to calm down, to entertain myself, to distract me and keep me busy. once I realised just that, they stopped working that well. I suddenly felt like notifications, badges, sponsored posts, fake smiles, free trials, special discount codes, pictures carefully selected for me were attacking me more and more, but none of them no longer made much sense. it all quickly turned into an uninteresting, disturbing, worthless noise and waste of my time that I was able to, surprisingly easily, let go off. sadly, that didn't make my shopping urges and impulses go away. in fact, I still have to fight them pretty much every day and it will take a while. but I really want to work on this. work on this by not letting things be more than things are and define me or change the way I feel about myself. even though I don’t feel great about myself right now. I want to end this post on a positive note because I’m really feeling incomparably better most days now, but the truth is I obviously just started uncovering some stuff and it’s not pretty, so it might take more than giving up retail therapy.

if you can relate, feel more than free to message me, bother me, ask me questions, but beware I might recommend you an endless list of podcasts, essays and videos that helped me and that my friends can’t take any more. if you can’t relate, you lucky fuck, hope you found this interesting. and if you did, the interesting part actually is the shit that happens next, now that I’m taking steps to live a simpler, slower live, without all that excess bullshit, so stay tuned.