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gentlyweeps-world · 2 months

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always with you

summary: they kept their promise.

pairing: logan sargeant x fem! reader | oscar piastri x fem! reader

warnings: death mention

genre: angst | bittersweet

notes: guys I’m not that mean I made a second part!!

words: 644

previously

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

It had been two years.

Oscar stayed with McLaren, Logan had managed to stay with Williams.

Oscar had continued to impress everyone, he told himself and others that he was doing it for you, in your name.

Logan had improved, frequently making it into Q3 and scoring points. Everyone knew he was doing it for you.

“Do you think we can get on the podium?” Logan asks Oscar, looking up from his phone, scrolling through countless tweets about you and the two year mark of your death.

“We will, for her” Oscar replies, not looking up from his own phone.

Oscar had gotten more quiet, more reserved, rarely saying more than a few sentences in some cases.

Logan didn’t say much to anyone. Not like he did before.

He was pushed aside now more than ever. He felt even lonelier. He only had Alex, and he barely had Oscar.

There was a moment of silence.

Logan looked up from his phone for a moment, looking at the ground. Finally, he asked

"Do you think...that she's looking down on us?"

That he would ask that in itself was an unusual gesture, Logan had never really been one for these kinds of sentimental moments, and Oscar definitely wasn’t one for them.

Oscar finally looks up for his phone, turning it off and setting it screen down on the table.

He takes a moment to respond, letting out a breath. “Yeah, she probably yells at us when we do something stupid on the track too..”

Oscar smiles a bit, it was a bittersweet one. “She’d say that she could lap us in a Haas..”

Logan smiled at that.

"Yeah, she probably can." He replied.

There was more silence.

Finally, Logan spoke up.

"Sometimes...I wonder what she'd think about me...if I had confessed."

Logan looked awkward after he had said that. He'd never been one to talk about emotions, and this was probably the first time he'd ever admitted to having them.

Oscar thinks for a moment, finding the right words. “I- I..she’d probably call you a dumbass for not confessing earlier..” He says with a chuckle.

Logan smiled at that.

"Yeah, I reckon she would." He said with a smile.

More silence.

"Do you...think she knew...how I felt?" Logan asks, awkwardly looking away from Oscar.

“No..” Oscar says, “You were both oblivious about liking each other”

Logan smiled again.

"Yeah, we really were."

There was more silence, but this time it wasn’t empty.

Logan couldn’t believe it. His hands were shaking, his heart racing as he pulls into the P3 spot.

He had done it. He managed to get P3. He didn’t know how but he did.

Not to mention Oscar had gotten P2. They did it.

He quickly gets out of his FW27, stepping onto the scale to check his weight before he’s tugged off by Oscar and pulled into a hug.

He had never felt more relieved than he did now.

They had done it, they had gotten on the podium.

He was so happy to see Oscar’s face.

They had done it. For you.

Logan tuned out the Dutch anthem as it played, only thinking about you, wondering what if it was you in P1 instead of Max.

What if you were there to celebrate with them?

Once it had died down Logan sat down on the podium, a bittersweet smile on his face.

He glances up towards Oscar who sits down next to him.

They didn’t need to say anything. Oscar knew they had made you proud.

Logan knew he had done it.

“I wish she was here with us..” Logan mutters out, tears sliding down his face as he takes everything in.

“I do too Logan, I do too” Oscar replies, wrapping his arm around Logan’s shoulder.

You were happy Qatar ended differently this time.

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all2angels · 4 months

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BURIED MYSELF ALIVE | basement!gerard x reader

warnings: this is kinda intense don't read if sensitive, NSFW!!, exaggerated writing, kinda cringey but it's meant to be like that, gerard is sooo gross and pathetic, i've never written a bj scene before please be kind 🙏 probably a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes because i could not bring myself to proofread im sorry

this was the last place you wanted to be in, like, this was genuinely a fucking hellhole.

when you walked in, the smell was almost rancid. his room was filled with trash, half eaten chips, mountains of unwashed laundry, socks that had something in it that you didn't want to think about.

he offered for you to sit on his bed, you didn't want to, but it seemed like a better option than the floor, so you sat on the edge of bed.

you hated yourself for having the slightest bit of empathy, then maybe you wouldn't be in this place. gerard had asked you if you wanted to watch a horror movie at his place after you bonded over the topic one day, and you said yes, but have been putting it off for about three weeks.

all of your friends told you to cancel on it, they said that gerard wss a gross pervert freak and that you wouldn't want anything to do with him, but whenever he'd asked you if you still wanted to watch a movie with him he'd look so pathetic and desperate, you didn't have the heart to say no. but you definitely wished you declined it.

gerard was walking all over the place, with a panicked look and rummaging through his stuff. you thought, he was probably looking for the cd that had the movie. you wondered how he could find anything in this place. while he was looking, you looked over at his bedside table, seeing dirty magazines. you let out a scoff. couldn't he have at least hidden those before i came over?

"please don't be mad.." he says, his voice filled with guilt, "i know you've- we've waited for weeks, but i can't find my cds." he takes a seat next to you, and you held your breath. he stared at you, you didn't know what to do or say, he was just staring awkwardly.

"it's... fine? i guess..." you said, unsettled by the way he looked at you. you swear that he almost leaned in, and you were trying to prevent anything like that to happen. his eyes was filled with infatuation, and yours was filled with absolute disgust. the way he looked at you made you feel dirty. he was so fucking pathetic, but it was kinda hot how much he seemed to like you, how much he seemed like he wanted to please you.

you turrned away from him out of pure embarrassment that you thought in the slightest bit that gerard 'pervert' way was attractive or hot, but you couldn't help it. you decided that the only way to stop these thoughts was to get the fuck away from here.

"hey, i should go..." you spoke up, standing up from the spot in his bed you were sitting in. you waited for him to say something, but he just looked at you and frowned. he looked like he was about to cry. jesus fucking christ you could throw up right now.

"gerard...? are you okay?" you sigh, sitting back down. you couldn't leave him like this. you hesitate, but you put your hand on his back, comforting him. you didn't want to ask, you wanted to get out, "what's wrong?" you say through gritted teeth.

"i'm really lonely, y/n, please don't go." he rests his head on your shoulder. he started to ramble on about something, you tuned out his voice. the more he talked, the more you started to impatient.

"you're so fucking pathetic..." you said. out loud. fuck. your eyes widened, realizing that he had heard it. he lifted his head, but the had his gross hand on your thigh. you were going to apologize, but the way that he looked shocked made you want to rage.

"are you serious?" you snap, he looks confused and hurt. "you couldn't possibly think you had a chance, c'mon dude. you're so- i mean, you're a freak."

"i jus', uhm, i-i like you—" before he could even finish his sentence you laughed at him. no fucking way. you turned to him again, seeing his eyes, you knew he was being genuine. his eyes were red from crying, his cheeks flushed.

"you're so fucking pathetic, gerard. shouldn't come across as a suprise, i don't like you back." you say, standing up to leave, but before you could he reaches for your hand. his hand was calloused, it was rough.

"please-" he begs, "please, listen— i promise you..." he doesn't know what to say, but he wants you to stay so bad. "I'll do anything for you. I'll do anything."

"no! stop it, okay? i. don't. like. you. get that shit through your head. i don't even want to be your friend, okay, you-" he cuts you off this time with a kiss. he tastes horrible, but you don't stop it. fuck it, you think. you liked the kiss.

he breaks the kiss, you could feel his hard dick on your thigh, his face is close to yours. "give me a chance, please..." he says.

you sighed and pushed him onto his messy bed, making him sit on the end of the bed and going on your knees in front of him. you start to unbuckle his belt, then you undo his zipper. you could hear him whimper. you take out his dick, a little part of you at least expected him to have a big dick, but he doesn't. the size was fine, not like it was too small. it wasn't trimmed, and the smell was somehow stronger than other dude's dicks. you try not to think about it too much and hold your breath.

you tease the tip, licking off the precum which tasted sweet and bitter. you swirled your tongue around his tip, and feel him twitch. "fuck..." he moans. you feel his hands on your hair, petting you softly, it felt awkward though, you just brushed past it.

you give his dick a few pumps, hearing him beg for you hurry up. you spit on your hand, messily spreading it on his shaft before you part your lips to take him into your mouth. you look up at him, seeing his eyes closed and head back. you kept on moving up and down, he lets out a loud groan.

you continued on bobbing your head up and down, you teased his balls. he made such pretty noises when you did that.

you kept your pace steady until you started to feel his dick twitch in your mouth, you began to quicken your speed until he eventually released his load in your mouth, it spread to your face and chest, whatever was left in your mouth you swallowed.

he dropped onto his bed, panting heavily. you cleaned yourself up with a cloth you hoped was clean on his bed. it was probably filled with cum anyway.

you sat next to him. his dick was still out.

"c-can we do that again?" he tiredly asked, looking over to you.

you sighed heavily. "i guess so, whatever. just don't tell anyone." you warned, rolling your eyes. welp.

#gerard way x reader #gerard way smut #basement gerard way x reader #mcr x reader #my chemical romance x reader #all2angels

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prettypinky · 4 years

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𝔸 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕟𝕪𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤.

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It was 1 am.

I couldn't sleep.

I never could when I was worried. Worried about my brother no less.

The night was peaceful but my eyes and brain failed to shut down for the night so I did the same thing I always did when I couldn't sleep, I headed to the kitchen and poured myself a nice, tall glass of chocolate milk. It always helped calm my nerves down when I was feeling antsy. And boy did I need one now.

My older brother, Darry, was quiet and sound asleep, much like the house. Not even his usual snores could be heard. And my kid brother, Sodapop, was probably off on some rodeo or drag race of some sort with his best buddy Steve. It was a Friday night and those two always seem to go somewhere on Friday nights so who knew where those boys were off to right now. Their absences only made the house seem quieter. And lastly, my youngest kid brother, Ponyboy was asleep in his room, quiet like the night. Well, I say quiet but if I'm being honest the night itself is actually pretty loud tonight. A thunderstorm was passing by, loud as ever, so the only audible sounds came from outside, the booming thunder and rain showers.

Personally, I liked the weather but most importantly, I liked listening to the weather.

Many would find this type of weather frightening or unpleasant but not me. I loved it.

So I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting my ears take in the rough sound of the pitter-patter of the heavy rain, as well as the roaring thunder that accompanied the precipitation as a light smile spread across my face.

I truly cherished moments like this and they were quite rare considering I lived in a household mostly filled with boys with a rowdy demeanor that tuned out the soothing dripping rain and roaring thunder.

I sighed, washing my glass in the kitchen sink and making my way to the corridor my room was in. As I headed there I heard the faint sound of muffled whispers and bedsheets shuffling coming from my right. Turning, I came face-to-face with the wooden door and thin walls of Sodapop's and Ponyboy's shared bedroom. Curious, I set my hand on the doorknob and gently creaked the door open. As I did, light from the thunder came in the room through the window and shone across Ponyboy's face. That's when my heart stopped.

Ponyboy was kicking madly, his eyebrows furrowed, there were tears streaming down his face too. Not only that but he was muttering words I didn't quite catch. But for those short seconds I stood there, his mutterings grew progressively loud,

"Darry?! Soda?! Y/n! No! Please don't leave me!" He was practically yelling at this point. It was a mystery why Darry wasn't up by now.

I quickly rushed to his side, gently shaking him as I tried to hush his pleas, "Shhh, honey, wake up, I'm here, it's okay,"

Just then, a huge clap of thunder erupted. Ponyboy's eyes shot open and quickly sat up as he began to desperately gasp for air. His eyes were darting around the room like crazy, disoriented.

"Y/n!" He managed to choke out, immediately attaching himself on to me.

Another nightmare.

“I’m right here Pony.” I hushed him, wrapping his body in my arms as it began to shake with sobs. I sat there with him patting his back as he bawled his eyes out. I pressed a kiss to his head and held him tighter to my body.

He'd never admit it due to the fact he turned 14 about a month ago but he will forever be our worrier and as he is the baby of the family the important thing was for us; Darry, Soda and I, to protect him.

He doesn't deserve to go through something like this, he's just a kid, I thought.

But we couldn't always protect him from the nightmares. And it killed me.

They began not too long after Mom and Dad died in the car crash last year. We were all crushed by the news and it changed us a lot but we all knew it affected Ponyboy the most.

You see, Ponyboy is different than most kids his age, he's like a small innocent puppy. A huge dreamer. He digs movies and books in a special way, a way that only a few of us understand. He sees the beauty in everything he looks at and knows there's good in this world. Sometimes that gets him in trouble, he's too sweet for his own good.

Don't get me wrong though, he can be pretty mean in a rumble, but that never stopped him from being soft. Even if he refused to believe it.

Eventually, his sobs died down. He hadn't stopped crying but he was quiet so I took that as a signal to continue, “Do you wanna talk about it?” I asked hesitantly, not wanting to upset him furthermore.

He nodded slowly as tears rolled down his cheeks. "I-I-I dreamt that you..." He pulled away from my embrace, now facing me with blood shot eyes. "You died."

"Pones..."

"Not just you but Darry and Soda too." I could tell that he was starting to choke up with emotion, "A-and you all left me..." By the end of this, his face was almost entirely covered in red and pink splotches and his eyes began to water again with unshed tears, I wrapped him in my arms and began to rock on my sides as I stroked his reddish-brown hair out of his face.

“Oh my sweet boy," I sighed, tucking him tighter against my body protectively. “I’m so so sorry baby that you have to go through this but you have to know that that was all a dream. Okay?”

"I'm scared though..." He trailed off, hiccuping before his eyes darted downward, expression doubtful and I could tell he was about to burst out in tears again. "I'm scared you'll leave me like Mom and Dad left us,"

I froze at that. How could Ponyboy even think of something like that?

"Hey, hey, hey," I began, swiping at a tear that had made it's way down to his cheek, "No one's leaving no one."

I opened my arms to him once more as an invitation which Pony accepted in a heartbeat and rested against my chest once more, arms encircling me tightly and head resting under the tip of my chin.

"I know..." he let out a tired sigh, and I began to rub his back slowly as I felt his tears begin to soak through the thin fabric of my t-shirt. "It just..." He trailed off, unable to find the word that best fit the ending to his sentence,

"Hurts," I supplied quietly. Pony nodded against my chest and sniffled. I pressed my cheek to the crown of his head, leaving a soft kiss in my wake before pulling back from his embrace and taking his face in my hands. I bored my own gaze into his puffy, reddened eyes and rubbed small circles over his still tense jawline.

"Pone, there is nothing that I can say or do that'll make the pain go away, not completely anyways, and for that I'm so sorry. But what I can tell you is how incredibly proud I am of you, Ponyboy Michael Curtis, because you are the sweetest, kindest, smartest, and most selfless person I have or will ever have met. You take so much on your shoulders everyday that I can't even begin to imagine what you go through everyday and you're right. It does suck sometimes, but everything will be alright because you'll always have me, Darry and Soda to count on."

Ponyboy's eyes never left mine as I spoke, and though he had stopped crying now, there were still visible tear tracks marring the soft skin of his cheeks. He didn't hesitate long after I finished speaking, placing his arms roughly around me and closing the small gap between our bodies in a warm hug. He nuzzled his face immediately against my chest, moving with an urgency that took me by surprise but I returned the gesture nevertheless.

"Thank you y/n."

"Anytime, Pones." I offered a smile, "Alright but we really should be sleeping now, it's almost 2 a.m. kiddo."

He smiled as we both lay back down on the bed, his body close to mine as we shut our eyes and finally fell asleep.

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#the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #ponyboy curtis #reader x ponyboy #platonic #curtis sister

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conner-grace · 5 years

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The Detective and his Little Assistant (part 2)

(Part Index)

Chapter 2: The Investigation Begins

Monday, June 13th

*Akechi's P.O.V.*

As I got to my platform looking for Kaito-kun, I saw someone I wasn't expecting to, the boy from the interview.

"Fancy seeing you here." I smile, slipping into my Detective Prince act, catching his attention. "I didn't think we used the same station. Meeting here must be fate." I continued, joking slightly, before hearing the sound of running footsteps closing in behind me, I had a good idea who it was.

"Gor-Oh, uh, hi, Akechi-senpai." Kaito-kun smiles, though now looking to the ground.

"This is Sasaki Kaito-kun, my underclassmen by year and a friend." I smile in explanation, knowing it'd be near a miracle to get Kaito-kun to talk to someone upon first meeting them.

"Kurusu Akira." The boy answers with a smile.

Kaito's head lifts slightly, 'so he did watch the interview' I think, knowing my friend recognized the boy's voice 'seriously, it takes him a month to remember a name, but two sentences in an interview to be able to recognize a voice' I think, stifling a chuckle.

"Anyway, how are you?" I ask Akira

"Not bad." Akira responds

"That's a good answer." I smile. "...I've been getting interviewed a lot lately, so I've been wondering how to answer such questions...I guess it's best to simply be yourself and say what you think. You've given me much to consider." I smile, wanting to speak more to the interesting boy before hearing something like a stifled snicker from the younger student next to me. Resisting the urge to snap a snarky comment at my underclassmen, I turn my attention back to Akira. "If it isn't too much trouble, may I speak with you again sometime?" I ask, Akira nods, and with that, we get on our trains.

*Kaito's P.O.V*

Akechi and I found seats on the train and sat down.

"So you watched the interview?" Akechi-senpai asks

"Of course I did." I smile, thinking 'you were in it'

"You're quite odd, it takes you a month to remember a name, 5 minutes to be able to recognize a face, and two sentences in an interview for a voice." He chuckles. "Also, mind telling me what that little snicker was for?" He asks, a playful scolding lacing his tone.

"Oh, like I'm the only odd one, you got one sentence out of the boy and it seemed to inspire how you did some stuff for interviews or was it also what he said in the interview a couple days ago?" I smirk, raising a brow and crossing my arms

"I guess you have a point when you put it that way." The young detective chuckles. "Though, speaking of the interview, I'm curious, what's your opinion on the Phantom Thieves?" He asks, making me freeze a little, before looking to my lap, thinking of how to word my answer, not knowing if he'd like it.

"If they are real, they seem to be going after only criminals the police don't have the intel, or possibly resources to go after themselves so far." I answer, looking at my lap.

"But, if they can change hearts, by force no less, isn't there a possibility they could've made the supposed criminal fabricate these crimes?" Akechi-senpai asks, looking at it from multiple angles, as any good detective would.

"I thought about that too." I say, looking to him. "It takes some digging, but there's been rumors going back years, from shortly after one of Madarame's pupils committed suicide and shortly after the first time someone under Kamoshida's teaching ended up in the hospital." I explain, causing Akechi-senpai to sit back in his seat, holding his chin in his hand.

He sighs annoyedly, staying quiet with a faintly annoyed expression. "You do have a point, you could be right." He admits, albeit, seemingly reluctantly.

"Though, we still need to know their methods, not only to see if they’re violent or illegal but also to see if they're usable in the medical world too." I admit, though also putting in another possible outcome. "If you can truly use it to change people's hearts, maybe it can be used to help treat mental disorders, like PTSD, bipolar disorders, depression, and so much more, it might be able to be used to help these people lead normal lives." I smile hopefully, before looking down, remembering one person in particular, 'maybe, just maybe, it could even help Fu-chan'

*Akechi's P.O.V.*

'How do I keep forgetting how thorough that boy is when his goal is to help or he's trying to point something out?' I think as I sigh annoyedly, as much as I didn't want to admit it, Kaito-kun had a point, and at least he wasn’t condescending like the the adults or anymore shy around me than anyone else. "You do have a point, you could be right." I admit after a couple moments.

"Though, we still need to know their methods, not only to see if they’re violent or illegal but also to see if they're usable in the medical world too." He admits, though that last bit sparking my curiosity, looking to him, watching a smile grow on his face as he continued. "If you can truly use it to change people's hearts, maybe it can be used to help treat mental disorders, like PTSD, bipolar disorders, depression, and so much more, it might be able to be used to help these people lead normal lives." Once Kaito-kun finished, he had a smile even I rarely saw, so bright and kind it could bring warmth and light to a room suffering a black in a blizzard.

"Hmm, I hadn't thought of that before, though we'd still need to learn their methods before that possibility." I admit, looking down, my hand going to my chin, before looking back to him, and noticing he was looking down and his smile faltered slightly 'wait, is there someone in specific he-' my thought was cut off as Kaito-kun quickly stood up.

"Well, we're at our stop, let's go before we're late." He smiles.

I stand up and head out, Kaito-kun following close behind, though realizing with a bitten back chuckle ‘of course he’d think about helping other people first, even if he had someone specific, not using a power like that for his own gain’.

***

I was currently finishing up a worksheet in class, and it took every ounce of self-control not to go and confront her. The bully, Yuno Takeya, was three seats behind me, and to make it that much more frustrating, I knew she was a rather big fan of mine. She'd been one of the first to teach me how to tune out loud and annoying fans when I needed to do anything more important. I heard the leather of my glove strain as my hand curled into fist thinking of her targets, due to her manipulativeness and probable jealousy, Kaito-kun was definitely a main target, due to his timidness and connection to me. As much as I wanted to drag her into an empty room and interrogate her till she told the truth, I needed to handle this far more tactfully 'and legally' than that 'I could go after her-no!' Kiato would never forgive himself once that was finished since he put in a request. An irritated sigh left my lips as I finished the worksheet, trying to figure out how to go about this before the perpetrator in question perked up.

"Um, does someone have a pencil I can borrow?" She spoke up, sounding embarrassed.

A small smirk pulled at my lips as I was sure there was a bit of a sly glint in my eye as I pulled a pen out of my pocket, pushing down on the clip, changing my face to that practiced smile as I heard a faint click. "I don't have a pencil, but I do have this, Takeya-chan." I smile, getting up and heading back to her.

"It'll do perfectly Akechi-kun, thank you." She smiled, taking the pen.

"Please be a little careful with it, it was a gift." I smile, 'though if it weren't for the fact I need evidence, I'd never let you touch it' I think, somehow managing to keep to smile. It'd been a gift from Kaito-kun for my last birthday, a voice recording pen, you could turn it on simply by pushing down on the clip, and of course, it wrote like a normal pen too.

"Of course, and thank you again, Akechi-kun." She smiles sweetly.

"No problem, and you can return it at the end of our last class today, okay?" I smile back, surprised no could could see through the plastic fakeness of it.

"Mhmm." She nods with a smile.

At that moment the bell rang, signaling for us to go to lunch, I quickly turned to give my work to the teacher and head out, wanting to be out of that wretch’s presence.

"That's all for today, turn in your work and don't forget you're homework is due Wednesday." The teacher announces.

I head out with a smirk, even though I'd probably want to wash the pen after I got it back, but I should definitely get some solid evidence.

*Kaitos P.O.V.*

I was waiting in the lunchroom, waiting for Akechi-senpai. Noticing Takeya-senpai coming in, I look down at the table, though happy knowing Akechi-senpai wouldn't be far behind.

"How many times have I told you not to wait for me to start eating?" I hear Akechi-senpai above me, making me jump slightly, before looking up to see him standing over me, a faintly scolding look in his eyes.

"But, I like eating with Ake- Goro-senpai, and I wasn't even waiting ten minutes." I smile sheepishly, he sighs and its next to me.

"So you're finally remembering you can call me by my first name?" He smirks, the scolding look in his eye fading as he sat next to me.

"Trying at least, and it seems you've got something for a case?" I smirk in response, recognizing that sly-but-happy glint in his eyes.

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