#maybe I want to know more because of my 'collecting info' side

[bonny-kookoo]

Hey, I found Sweet Tooth and absolutely loved it.

I wanted to ask you if you'd write an intermediate scenario or something before she's warmed up to Yoongi, where she throws a tantrum and hurts herself, and they go to the doctor, where she overhears someone advising Jimin that it's totally normal to let go of a problematic hybrid or pet especially if your partner doesn't like them, and there are shelters that take them in?

And with her heightened Cat hearing it freaks her out into shutting her tantrums down long term - but jimin is oblivious to her fear because things are going so well with Yoongi?

"So, just for protocol, how exactly did it happen?" A nurse asks, while you're being treated in another room, door slightly opened just in case she's needed at any point.

"She.. her living situation changed quite drastically. And she has trouble adapting." Jimin admits to her gently, tone soft to not be heard by you. "My partner and her.. don't get along very well. And she sometimes acts a bit out, which causes accidents like this." He further details, sighing. "They were fighting over something, and my partner accidentally closed the door on her tail as she went out. It was absolutely not intentional!"

"Hm, yeah, it's sometimes hard for hybrids to adapt. You also have another hybrid?" She asks, reading your medical info on the computer screen while she taps away some more info.

"Yes, my partner's. A canine hybrid." He informs her, and she nod.

"You know, it's a totally reasonable thing to think about moving one out." She suggests to jimin, who's face starts to become a little confused and irritated. "Giving her past history, she's a bit problematic, so her behavior is quite natural. There's tons of good places for hybrids like her though- since it's generally recommended to keep hybrids of both her category and behavioral issues in stable families as a single hybrid."

"Thats.. no, she's just.." jimin stammers, having never even thought about it once. But how are you feeling right now? Is he really doing the right thing, or is he just being selfish by hoping you'll adapt at some point?

And will you really adapt, or just admit defeat?

"I'll write down some numbers, alright? It's your choice to make." She suggests gently. He can sense that she really only has your best interest in mind. "This down here is Dr. Kim Taehyung, he's an expert in hybrid behavioral therapy. He might even take her in himself!" She suggests, before giving jimin the note. "Think about it."

He doesn't have to. He could never give you away like that.

Back home, something's definitely wrong though, ecer since that incident. You're quiet, detached, don't even interact with Jungkook anymore- the poor canine hybrid having tried everything from your favorite snacks to a collection of his personal favorite plushies. Nothing seems to get a reaction out of you anymore.

And what's the oddest, is how you just.. listen to whatever yoongi tells you to do.

Wash the dishes? You'll do it, quietly. You'll even dry them and put them away to your best abilities.

Make your bed? You even do laundry if he tells you to, even though you struggle to memorize all the different settings and programs.

Set the table? You'll just do it, robotically, not even a roll of your eyes.

One might think yoongi would enjoy this new, quiet side of you- but he doesn't. The guilt about accidentally hurting you that day still eats him alive, the sound of your painful cries still haunting him in his sleep.

Jimin, however, doesn't seem to realize the secerity of the situation. He tries to reassure his partner by saying that you'll just need some time, that hospitals just spook you, and that you maybe just want to be a good girl for once.

But Jungkook especially, is concerned. This isn't like you, and it's not a normal change of mind either. No one just flips around like a switch over night like that.

"I'll go to work now, yeah?" Jungkook tells you- but you just nod, no protest coming from you. Jungkook's ears droop down, tail limp behind him as he throws Yoongi a helpless look, before he leaves for work, leaving you and the oldest human alone in the house.

"Alright, I'm done with this." He says, and you look at him at that, fearful.

He hates it. Why are you scared of him?

"I promise you, I didn't mean to hurt you that day." Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, before he sits down on the couch next to you, with respectful distance. "I'm sorry. I really am."

"Its fine." You just state, but he shakes his head.

"Its not fine. Nothing is fine at all." He denies. "Is there anything else that happened? Something bothering you?" He asks, but you just shake your head. "If you don't want to talk to me, then talk to Jimi-"

"He wants to give me away." You say, pulling up your legs to yourself.

"...what?" Yoongi asks in disbelief. Jimin loves you- he'd never give you away- he'd probably much rather admit defeat in this relationship than give you up.

"The nurse and him.. talked about stuff." You mumble into your knees. "He got like.. she wrote down some numbers for him. One of them a doctor.. for behavior problems and stuff.." you explain, tail wrapping around yourself in comfort. "Because it's alright to give up shitty hybrids like me. You know." You shrug. "Cause I'm supposed to be alone."

"Thats bullshit." Yoongi declines, crossing his arms. "Everything about this. He'd never give you away, and neither are you shitty or supposed to be alone." He denies, getting up to get his phone- accidentally digging in the pockets of the wrong coat, fingers finding a note instead.

Three numbers. One of them labeled 'Dr. Kim Taehyung'

..are you possibly telling the truth? Does jimin really want to go this far just to save his relationship with him? He knows he should probably feel flattered. But he doesn't.

Not one bit.

"Its probably the best." You say from the couch still, looking over the backrest of it, ears down low. He's never seen you this.. insecure before. Vulnerable. "Then you'll all be happy. And maybe I can get fixed." You shrug, when Yoongi walks closer, hand on your head making you look up.

"There's nothing wrong with you." He denies, note clenched in his fist as he just crumples it up. "And you're not going to be alone." He says, walking upstairs into his office.

And you swear, just for a second, his eyes seemed to sparkle a little from unshed tears bubbling up.

[comphetkoncass]

little fic about tim's love language being contingency plans

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The thing is, Tim has a way of attacking Kon’s problems like a puzzle. Like a riddle, waiting to be solved. 

Tim’s plans also don’t involve much feeling, usually, even if the issue is purely an emotional one. While Tim is decent at listening and empathizing, at a certain point he always gets his Robin face on. A signal that, while he’s still certainly listening, there’s a chemical reaction in his brain, completely out of his control, that activates his detective skills. His problem-solving skills. 

It has taken Kon a combined two lifetimes, four years, five collective identities, and two–maybe three?–timelines, but Kon has finally gotten Tim to at least ask before starting to strategize. But lately, Tim has undergone some personal growth, and Kon is starting to wonder if, perhaps, he has learned to not even ask. To instead, politely wait for a signal – a sign, an invitation, even– that said advice is actually wanted. 

Kon would like to take the credit for training him, he really would. But he has a feeling he’s only one of many factors. 

Today, Kon is sitting face-down on Tim’s bed. Krypto sits on top of Kon’s back, the world’s most powerful emotional support dog pinning him in place. Preventing him, more like, from leaving before he's gotten all his complicated, messy, unwanted feelings out. Also preventing him from looking up at his boyfriend before Kon is done feelings-dumping, because otherwise Kon just won't finish talking, and it will go unsaid.

So Kon can’t see it; he can't see the detective face for himself. Can’t verify, for sure, absolutely, 100%, that TIm’s detective face is on. 

But he knows it’s there. 

He’s just spent half an hour talking about his latest identity crisis. Of course Tim’s detective face is on. It’s probably been on since minute two. 

However, Tim is also running his fingers through Kon’s hair, and making the occasional appropriate comment, always generous and rational and kind, always active listening, and– listen, Kon isn’t immune to the soft victim support voice. He’s definitely not immune to the Robin leader voice, but the softer, empathetic, gentle one Tim uses with people who need help? And when it bleeds in so subtly into his regular speaking voice that it’s not immediately obvious that’s where he pulling it from? 

Incredible. Show-stopping. Kon could listen to it all day, if he wasn’t the one monopolizing the conversation by info-dumping all his problems. 

Finally though, he finishes the garbled, soft, self-deprecating speech about how he’ll never be completely free of Lex’s braingook (yes, that is the scientific name for it, thank-you-very-much) and how that means he’s always going to have a chip on his shoulder until Lex dies and even then Kon’s going to have to worry about some secret chip in his brain that transfers Lex’s consciousness to his or what-the-fuck-ever. 

He can hear the comment Tim wants to make. The unspoken, soft little, 'You know, we could probably test you for that... A chip would definitely show up on an MRI...'

Instead, Tim only pauses the briefest, softest moment. “...That must be really stressful for you, worrying about that.” 

Kon looks up, just a little. Sees Tim’s best poker face. 

Then sighs, and bids the victim comfort voice goodbye. “Okay, I give in,” he says, and moves to cross his arms in Tim’s lap instead. Krypto lets out an annoyed little huff at being jostled from Kon's back, but he soon hops off Kon’s back and moves to lay at his side instead. Kon rubs him behind the ears, Krypto butts his head against his hand, and all is well again. “C’mon, out with it.”

“Hm? Out with what?” Tim asks, still in the same plaintive tone. “What do you mean?” 

“Relax, you can stop the sympathy. I know you want to start strategizing how to solve all my problems,” Kon says, and leans up in what he hopes is a very kissable position, because he really wants one. “You’ve suffered enough, I know you’ve already thought through eighteen different plans.” 

Tim lets out a shuddering breath, immediately sagging his shoulders. “Thank you,” he says, sounding exhausted. Distracted, and clearly already thinking of how to phrase his plans, he meets Kon halfway for a kiss. It's even a proper kiss, soft and sweet, and it really does make Kon feel better. Then, to his surprise, Tim also presses a more tender one just between his brows. “I really do empathize, though. Just so you know. This isn’t me not empathizing. But I mean, if you're giving me explicit permission it's not like I haven't been starting to think about how we could test for these and help you stop worrying about them-” 

Kon shakes his head, fond and sweet. “I know. Your love language is solving people’s problems for them, I've accepted this about you."

Tim looks the tiniest bit offended. "I- that's not a love language."

"It is for you," Kon says. Then, he grins, looking up at his boyfriend through his lashes. "So come on. If it's your love language... Show me you love me.” 

Tim’s cheeks bloom red. But he smiles instead of shying away, then runs his fingers through Kon’s hair again, gentle and sweet. “Get comfortable then, because I’ve got a lot of- love to show. To finish the metaphor, I mean. There’s only five so far, but number three is kind of complicated, you're going to want to take notes, but I could summarize it again for you afterwards, when you're less cozy-”

Yeah, Kon thinks. There’s no denying how much Tim loves him. He might be a strategist at heart, but Tim also wouldn’t make immediate contingency plans for just anyone, either. 

Kon curls up on Tim’s lap soon after, with Krypto snuggled up onto his chest. As long as Tim keeps stroking his hair, Kon doesn’t mind the clinical approach to his problems. It’s nice to have a boyfriend who can both meet him where he’s at, and say what he really feels. Even nicer, he thinks, to know that it’s all coming from a place of genuine affection. 

[ax-y10]

✮ knock ✮

in which- you have a fear of showing too much of your own skin due to past dreams and coincidences, but wilbur is there to help.

chapter info- mentions of private areas, mentions of fears, descriptions of nudity, descriptions of past situations, just a vent fic essentially

a/n- i made this as a sort of vent/coping mechanism because i needed to get this out somewhere to make myself feel better so here you go

pronouns- none (you/yours)

masterlist-

you're sat in your boyfriend's bedroom, a frown present on your face and hot tears running down your face. maybe this wasn't worth getting so worked up about but it reminded you too much of years ago.

when you were in grade five, you'd had a dream where you were naked at school, beginning your fear of being judged by everyone. a year later in grade six, you had another dream about being naked at school, and that heightened your fear, if not hatched your fear of showing skin.

to make things worse, you've had multiple occasions where someone you know, whether it be family or close friends, has walked in on you changing, ultimately making your fear of showing skin ten times worse.

you'd swear that you would rather die than show skin to anyone in close relation to you. if you had to do one thing before you died, showing skin was the last on that list. it was your last resort, barely that. showing skin was never an option for you.

you'd been pressured by beauty standards, peer pressure, and wanting to seem more confident that once you did finally show a tiny bit of skin, it all went haywire, and every girl you walked past gave you weird stares or even just laughed at you as you walked past. you were never and never will be known for showing skin. you'll always be known as the girl who has self-esteem issues, hates showing skin. the amount of times you've been called a pick-me for the way you dress has you fuming at the statement.

and now, your boyfriend accidentally walking in on you showering has sent you back into a horrible spiral of worries and concerns and fears, breaking down into hysterics on his bed.

did wilbur know you were sobbing in his bedroom? no. he was in the kitchen cooking dinner for you both. were you desperately trying to calm yourself down without wilbur's help? yes, and it sure as hell wouldn't work with him not there.

"darling?" his voice from the other side of the door startled you enough to break you out of whatever bad thoughts were strangling your head.

"i have dinner," he'd state, before the handle of the door slowly starts turning.

"no! not yet. give me a second!" you yelled from his bed, scurrying into his bathroom and throwing on one of his sweaters he'd left in there for you.

it was silent. at least on the outside of his room. inside however? your mental rambling had started back up again and was attacking you.

a minute passed. two minutes passed. three minutes passed. five minutes passe-

"sweetheart, i'm gonna come in. something's wrong,"

his large figure in the doorway was inching it's way towards you, causing you to move back with each of his steps.

"oh, my love, what's wrong?" fuck. he'd caught on.

you were silent. all your communication skills were out the window.

"c'mere" his voice soft, calm, and collected rang through your ears.

and before you could blink, your head was nuzzled in his neck, your arms tightening around his shoulders as you clung to him, you legs bent uncomfortably underneath you, and your tears soaking into his shoulder.

he was happy to stay there all night if you needed, happy to let you cry it out, happy to listen, happy to talk. as long as you were okay.

"knock before you walk into the bathroom if i'm in there, please?"

"no problem, darling. have some pasta and rest easy and you can talk about it more if needed when you wake up, alright?" he paused, took a deep breath, and continued., "i'm right here, always. i'll stay with you tonight, okay? i love you,"

and all you can remember was the warmth of his arms before you fell asleep.

[fluentmoviequoter]

It's Your Life, But Let Me In

Requested Here!

Pairing: Jim Street x fem!reader

Summary: You overhear Chris and Molly giving Street a hard time and ignoring his boundaries. When you encourage him to make his own decisions and remind him that you are with him, he realizes how different you are.

Warnings: spoilers for and dialogue from S.W.A.T. 4x7 "Under Fire", angst to fluff, Chris and Molly, love confession, kissing

Word Count: 3.8k+ words

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“Luca needs to get back from Germany,” you bemoan. “I’m starving.”

“There’s this crazy new thing called cooking for yourself. You should try it sometime,” Hondo replies with a smile.

“I have tried and it’s not the same.”

Hondo rolls his eyes and pats your shoulder as Lieutenant Lynch enters S.W.A.T. HQ.

“What are you doing here so early?” she asks you.

“Nothing better to do.”

“Wow. Thanks for that,” Hondo interjects. “I’m not going to let you visit Street anymore if you’re going to treat me like this.”

“You should blame yourself for sending Luca away. I’m irritable because I’m hungry.”

 ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

Across town, Street is facing a similar problem of being hungry in Luca’s absence. He’s taken a different approach: less complaining and more cooking for himself and Molly.

“Maybe not as tasty as Luca’s special breakfast burritos, but, uh, as long as he’s in Germany, it’s gonna have to do.” He sees the time and adds, “I’m running late. Would you mind plating these? I’ll be right back.”

“Plating?” Molly repeats. “Think maybe we need to stop binging those cooking shows.”

As she moves the food from the pan onto the prepared plates, three plates she notices but doesn’t stop to wonder why, Jim’s phone begins vibrating on the table.

“Babe, your phone!” Molly calls. When she doesn’t receive a reply, she looks at the caller ID: State Prison Lancaster. “I think it’s your mom!” she adds.

After two more vibrations, she answers and says, “Jim Street’s phone.”

“This is a collect call from state prison inmate Karen Street. Will you accept the charges?” an automated voice asks.

“Yes.” When the line connects, Molly begins, “Mrs. Street, my name is Molly. I’m Jim’s girlfriend.”

While Molly answers his phone, Street gathers his things and thinks of you. You’re supposed to stop by the station this morning to visit, and he’s planning to take you some food because he knows you miss Luca’s incredible meals as much as he does. Upon returning from the bedroom, he sees Molly on the phone and asks, “Is that my phone?”

“Yes,” Molly answers, covering the microphone. “Just a sec, Mrs. Street. Here’s Jim.”

Street takes the phone and ends the call before sliding it into his pocket. He returns to the kitchen and shakes his head at his mom’s antics.

“Jim, what are you doing?” Molly asks. “That was your mom.”

“Yeah, I know. Why would you answer that?” Street replies.

“What if it was an emergency? Which it was. She’s really sick. Says they’ve got her at the prison infirmary.”

“She’s fine.”

“She didn’t sound fine.”

“I promise you it’s just another one of her scams to suck me back into her life.”

“If you’d talked to her, we’d know for sure, wouldn’t we?”

“There���s a reason that I never mention my mother to you. I’m done with her. She’s out of my life. I don’t want her anywhere near me, and I definitely don’t want you anywhere near her. Believe me, it’s for your own good.”

Molly stands in her place, unable to see where Street is coming from. She doesn’t understand why he is so comfortable leaving his mother alone, especially when she calls to tell him she’s not doing well.

“You know,” Molly says after a moment, “I’m going to be late. I’ll grab breakfast at work.”

“Molly,” Street calls after her. “Just wait a second, Molly.”

He sighs as the door closes behind her and sets the empty pan to the side. Street has never been great at relationships, but after Molly ignores his reasons and wishes, he’s not sure she is the woman worth fighting for, anyway.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

“Good morning,” Deacon says as he looks over your shoulder.

You turn quickly and smile when you see Street walking toward you. He extends a covered bowl of food, and you gasp excitedly before thanking him. His close-lipped smile immediately clues you into the fact that something is wrong.

“Are you okay?” you ask softly.

“Yeah, I’m good. Enjoy the food.”

You nod and thank him again before he walks away with his team. After their morning meeting, you hope to spend a few more minutes with Street and get to the bottom of whatever bothers him. Years of friendship have brought you incredibly close to him, and you want him to know that you support him, no matter what he is going through. However, you also know that he is with Molly, so you respect that boundary, too. While you want to hug him, hold him tight, and promise that everything will be okay, that isn’t your place. Until he invites you in, you are happy being an onlooker in Street’s life.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

“You made breakfast,” Chris muses as she shakes her head. “Guess that means Molly stayed over.”

“How’s that going?” Deacon asks. “You planning to settle down sometime soon?”

Street inhales before he shrugs. “I guess we’ll see how it works out.”

“Hey,” Hondo calls as he gestures for Street to hang back and talk to him. Once the rest of the team is out of earshot, Hondo says, “I haven’t heard much about your personal life recently. Your mom’s not still giving you trouble, is she?”

While you look for Street to thank him for the delicious breakfast, you accidentally stumble upon him talking to Hondo about his mom. You stop in a nearby hallway, and prepare to turn around to let Street finish his conversation privately. He tells you a lot about his life, and though you don’t know how big that is for him, you think you probably already know what he’s going to say: he has everything under control, even if he doesn’t, because he has trouble asking for help.

“I got it all handled," Street answers as expected.

“That’s not an answer. Talk to me,” Hondo replies.

“She tried to call me this morning from prison. Molly answered, she didn’t know any better.”

On that note, you do turn and walk away. Molly is not your friend, Street is, so now that the conversation has shifted, you feel wrong about eavesdropping further.

“That doesn’t sound handled. Your mom still locked up?”

“Yeah. Violating parole should’ve been just a year, max, but she’s still there, so it can only mean she’s still screwing up.”

“You don’t talk to her?”

“No. I mean, I did, early on a couple times. But it’s always the same old BS with her… How she’s a victim, how the C.O.s or the other prisoners aren’t treating her right. Nothing’s ever her fault.”

“She’s still blaming you for being there?”

“Probably. She was never exactly the forgiving type.”

“All right, look, kid. I’ve always tried to have your back where your mom’s concerned. Now, we banged heads over it early on, but when it comes down to it, you got to do what’s in your heart.”

Street nods, but lately, what his heart wants goes against what everyone around him thinks is right.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

“C’mon,” Chris says, “I have to do the boring part of the job and I could use some company.”

You nod and follow her into the kitchen and dining area of S.W.A.T. HQ. Technically, you were supposed to leave a while ago, but you’re still worried about Street and want to stay close in case he needs a friend. Yes, his teammates are also his friends, but since you don’t work with him daily, it is easier for him to open up to you. Or, at least, that’s the reason as you see it.

Chris gives you a few directions so you can help her and make the project go twice as fast. You work side-by-side and talk about your plans for the weekend. Even though you aren’t on the team, Street’s teammates always make you feel like part of the family when you stop by.

“So, any big weekend plans to tell Street how you actually feel?” Chris asks.

Luckily, the door opens before you can reply.

“Oh, hey,” Street says when he enters. 

He smiles and asks what you’re still doing here, but you don’t get to answer before Molly walks in.

“Molly, what’s up?” Street asks.

You return your attention to your task, and you and Chris speed up to get out of the room as quickly as possible.

“I know you’re busy, but I called the prison to check on your mom.”

Once you hear that Molly crossed such a clear boundary, you freeze momentarily before growing desperate to escape this conversation.

“You did what?” Street demands.

“She wasn’t lying, Jim. I talked to a doctor, it’s something with her liver. They’re transferring her to a hospital for tests. It’s bad.”

“I told you, I want nothing to do with her. You know our history. Her- her drug abuse, alcohol, violence.”

“Every one of those things is consistent with her being abused,” Molly argues.

“Do not go making her a victim.”

You finish what you’re working on and look at Chris. She picks everything up and points hurriedly at the door. A tiny part of you wants to hear where this is going, but you and Street are too close to throw away your relationship over something he will tell you when he’s ready.

“Well, that was…” you begin as you walk into the hallway.

“It’s going to be a long day,” Chris sighs.

“Not what I was thinking,” you murmur.

You look back over your shoulder at the door and wish you could go in and encourage him to do whatever he wants, whatever he thinks is right. But Molly is in there, and you trust Street will always do the right thing no matter what she says.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

Street watches you leave and wants to follow you, but Molly continues arguing.

“Babe, your mom is a victim. I deal with women like your mother all the time, their lives destroyed by the trauma of being abused and never getting help. Twenty years ago, she needed treatment, and all she’s had is a life of black eyes and incarceration.”

“This is my fault for having her locked up again?” Street questions.

“No. But, Jim, this is the woman who gave birth to you.”

“And dragged me through hell every day since. She betrayed me, she lied to me, she stole from me, she almost cost me my career at S.W.A.T. I can’t believe you’re taking her side on this.”

“I’m not taking sides.”

“Don’t you think maybe you should be? You know what? I can’t do this right now. I’m at work, okay? I just…” Street turns and walks toward the door as he finishes, “Can’t do this.”

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

You leave the station soon after Street returns from his conversation with Molly. You plan to visit again when he gets off and remind him that you’re here for him, but he is at work and has more important things to focus on than his mom, girlfriend, or you. There’s a brief moment where you consider calling Luca and asking him to talk to Street. You decide against it because Jim probably doesn’t need anyone else in his business right now.

When you arrive at the station, Deacon sees you in the parking lot and insists you go inside. He noticed Street’s off attitude, too, and thinks you're the cure.

“Are you sure?” you ask quietly.

“He needs a friend. That’s you.”

You nod and walk into HQ. Street isn’t around, so you sit beside the locker room and are soon unintentionally eavesdropping for the third time today.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

At the end of the shift, after a long day of saving firefighters and finding a shooter, Chris and Street are in the locker room and preparing to leave. Street wants to go home, maybe call you, and then enjoy some alone time without anyone asking him what he is going to do, or worse, tell him what he should do.

“You figured out how you’re gonna make it right to Molly yet?” Chris asks.

“How I’m gonna make it right? I’m not the one who needs to apologize," Street replies.

“We got out of there as fast as we could, but I heard enough to know, you… You’ve got some fences to mend.”

“You also heard how she totally went behind my back with my mom.”

“Her motive being, what? Compassion? Giving a crap about women who’ve had a messed-up life?”

You pull your phone from your pocket and press Street’s number. He doesn’t answer, and you frown before standing. You don’t want to hear more than you have to, so you walk to the parking lot and wait beside Street’s bike. He exits the building alone and is clearly in no mood to talk, but you must ensure he knows that Molly and Chris are wrong. They have no say in his personal life and are never willing to be there for him.

“Hi,” you greet. “I know you’ve had a crazy day and you’re ready to get home, but I need to say something first.”

“Let me guess,” he begins defensively. “You’re going to tell me that I should go see my mom or apologize to Molly. Why not make it better and say both?”

You fight down a smile at his response. At least he hasn’t lost his personality in the day he’s had.

“Actually,” you reply, “I was going to tell you that Chris and Molly overstepped. None of these decisions are theirs, and, in the end, it’s your choice. Because your life is the one being most affected. I just thought you could use a reminder that no one gets to make these calls for you. It’s your life, Street. I, for one, am with you no matter what you decide to do.”

“What if I make the wrong decision?” he whispers. Every trace of defensiveness is gone in his clear doubt about the choices he faces.

“Then you’ll find a way to learn from it. I don’t think there is a wrong decision here; unless, of course, it’s not yours.”

“I really don’t want to talk to my mom.”

“Then don’t. You know you and you know her, so you know what is best for you and your relationship with her. If that’s no relationship, that’s your choice.”

“I don’t know.”

“But you will,” you promise. “You’ll make the best decision for the right reasons. You choose for you, not for anyone else, okay?”

Street nods slowly, and you wish him goodnight before you turn toward your car. Suddenly, you remember he is facing one more decision and spin to face him.

“One more thing, Street. You didn’t do anything wrong, you just stood up for yourself, so don’t apologize unless you think you need to. Don’t let anyone that’s not in your relationship into your relationship.”

“Thank you,” he calls after you.

You don’t see Street’s smile return as you enter your car, but your statements help him more than you thought they would.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

When Street texts Molly and asks her to come over, he fully expects her to say no, so when she knocks on the door a few minutes later, he’s surprised.

“Thanks for coming,” he says as he invites her in. “I wasn’t sure you would after today.”

“I’m here, so…” Molly begins. She trails off and waits for Jim to do something.

There’s an apology somewhere inside Street, where he says he was a jerk and makes excuses for his actions. However, your words are fresh in his mind, and he decides not to apologize. As he looks at Molly and compares what she said and did today to your words and actions, Street realizes something.

Whenever he thinks of taking the next step with Molly or one of the guys asks where he sees the relationship going, he can’t get past this point. Hondo joked that it was his inner playboy, but Street sees now that the issue was never him or a fear of commitment. It was Molly the whole time. 

Since the beginning, Street knew that Molly wasn’t the right one, but he’s finally ready to admit it. Molly was never really there for him, never listened to him – still doesn’t, Street thinks – and she has never been respectful or careful of his boundaries. 

“You may be expecting an apology,” Street says, “but I don’t think I need to give you one. I asked you to leave it alone, and you didn’t. I know you mean well, Molly, but I can’t keep doing this if you’re just going to go behind my back and ignore everything I say.”

“She’s your mother!” Molly argues. “You still have time to fix things with her.”

“That’s just it, though. I’m- I’m not sure I want to. Listen, Molly, I know that you lost your mother, and how devastating that was for you, but it’s not the same situation for me.”

Street’s mind drifts to you. He remembers what you said earlier and realizes it has always been you. You are the only person in his life who has always been with him, listened to him, supported him, and respected his feelings. You respect him and his boundaries no matter what. Unlike Chris and Molly, you’ve never tried to decide for him or make him see your reasoning, but you’ve been there to talk or listen when he needs it.

“Molly, look. I love you; I do. But not in the way that you deserve to be loved, or that I need to love whoever I spend my life with,” Street explains. “You will always be special to me, but I have to make my own choices.”

Molly wipes a tear as she asks, “Like what?”

“When to go get the girl,” Street answers quietly.

Molly nods and rushes out of Street’s house. He sighs before he follows her.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

A loud knock pulls your attention from the book in your lap, and you set it to the side before you slowly walk to the door.

“It’s me,” Street says from the other side.

You release a breath and open the door. It’s late, and you’re confused about why Street is knocking on your door when he’s supposed to be with Molly, but you let him in anyway. When he stops beside your table and stares at the book you left on it, completely silent, you grow less confused and more concerned.

“Street,” you say. You lay your hand on his arm and ask, “You’ve been different today. What’s bothering you?”

“You,” he whispers. 

After you pull your hand away, shocked and heartbroken at his answer, he rushes to explain himself.

“No, listen,” he begs. “What you said earlier changed everything. You told me that it was my decision and that I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to, all that. But, when I was talking to Molly about how she doesn’t respect my decisions or my boundaries and tries to force her opinions about what I should do without knowing my reasons, I remembered you.”

You furrow your brows, and Street raises his hands to hold your shoulders.

“I appreciate you, so much. Not just for telling me what I deserve but for being that and so much more. You are the only person in my life that just lets me do what I need to do, and you’re by my side through all of it. Everything that you said I needed, I have in you. Thank you.”

“Of course. It’s your life, Street,” you reply. “But that doesn’t mean you have to do it alone.”

“You-“ Street begins again before trailing off. He doesn’t know how to express his feelings because he’s slowly realizing what he feels for you.

“Spit it out, Street,” you say with a smile. “I’m here to listen.”

Street shakes his head but lowers his voice to do as you say. “I loved Molly, but- but Molly didn’t just love me back. She tried to tell me how to love. And Chris- I don’t even know what Chris’s problem is; some days she wants to love and others she just wants to be loved, but never at the same time. It’s exhausting to deal with, but then she argues about what love looks like even though she can’t possibly know.”

You nod along, not sure what Street needs or wants to hear. Staying silent seems like the best option while he works through these thoughts. He’s saying the word love a lot, but never in the present tense or as an active feeling, you notice.

“But you… with you everything is shared. You love without expecting love in return, and you listen and remember. There has never been a moment with you where I felt pressured or ignored, and I love that about you.”

You smile and open your mouth to tell Street you’ll always be here for him, but he cuts you off.

“I love that about you,” he repeats. “I love you because you are everything I don’t deserve, but you make me feel deserved.”

After your eyes widen, you make a noise that sounds like a sob and a laugh. Street waits for you to say something, but you can’t beat the speech he just gave, so you raise your hands to his cheeks and nod. His eyes widen to match yours when a tear slides over the bump of your cheek as your smile returns.

“You said it’s my life, but I don’t have to do it alone, right?” Street murmurs as you step closer to him.

“Right.”

“Then, I think that I’d like to make you a bigger part of my life.”

You don’t hesitate to kiss him, and as he meets you in the middle, you think about how long you have wanted to be part of his life. Being near him was beautiful, but being by his side through everything will be an entirely new and perfect experience. You love Jim Street, and now that he loves you, too, you feel like a part of his life, not an accessory to it.

“I love you,” you say against his lips.

Street’s arms tighten around your waist, and he tilts his chin to kiss your forehead before standing.

“Did you break up with Molly before you came over here?” you whisper.

Street nods, and you bite your bottom lip before saying, “So, you’re giving me her position?”

“No,” Street promises with a laugh. “I’m giving you the position I should have given you a long time ago.”

You kiss Street quickly and laugh when he tries to follow you for more. “I promise to fill my position well, and to always listen to you, respect your boundaries…”

Street ducks his head, and his nose brushes against yours as he replies, “Maybe we could remove a few of our boundaries.”

He kisses you again, and you find that you like your new position in Jim Street’s life more than you ever anticipated.

[heich0e]

BACKGROUNDER - the one that got away!kuroo

note: hello!! if you're seeing this post, you probably clicked through from this fic, and if not... well that's ur own journey <3 this is a collection of posts from my #the one that got away!kuroo universe, which offer context to the main story but aren't strictly necessary—like... further readings, i guess. i contemplated how best to direct people here, and in order for you to most easily access this info, i settled for this post!! under the cut are all of the asks/text posts that ultimately culminated in the full fic, arranged in chronological order for your viewing convenience:

original text post: not to kill the vibe but kuroo tetsuro does give me big 'guy who isn't ready for marriage but then gets married to the first girlfriend he has after the two of you break up' energy for reasons i cannot quite put my finger on

> n to rub salt into the wound, you thought for sure you and kuroo would marry

you didn't think the breakup would stick. you always thought—or hoped, maybe—that the two of you would find your way back to each other when the time was right. but not even two years later (which feels so SOON, even though it isn't really) you see that he's engaged to a girl—a perfectly nice, normal girl, that you can't even bring yourself to hate because you know all too well what it's like to be in love with tetsuro. know what it's like to want a future with him. and you can't blame her for it, even if you resent her for being the one who gets it.

> after the wedding who do you go with? are you drunk out of your mind

you aren't invited. that stings. but you think it might have been worse if you did end up getting one of those beautiful, unnecessarily elaborate invitations in the mail. 

you run into kuroo a few months before the ceremony at a mutual friend's birthday party. end up talking. the wedding comes up accidentally more than anything—maybe someone else mentions it, maybe you ask, maybe he tells you like he's repenting for a sin he didn't commit—and he stumbles through an unbearably awkward explanation (that he doesn't even owe you) as to why you weren't invited. but you know even if he says it in nicer, easier to swallow words, gilded with white lies: it would be weird. it would be wrong. it wouldn't be fair to anyone. not to him, or to you, or to her.

you get drunk the night of the wedding and hook up with the guy you've been fucking for the past few months, who you're pretty sure doesn't even know what you do for work even though you've told him multiple times. all your friends are dressed up and celebrating, and you're throwing up in the hotel bathroom by 2am while the guy sleeps in the bed a room away—completely, blissfully unaware of what's happening on the other side of the wall, let alone at a glittering venue across town.

you envy him for it.

> does kuroo still love reader? does he love her?

he does still love reader AND love his fiance too. maybe in different ways. maybe his love for reader is like guilt. maybe his love for his soon-to-be wife is more like atonement. i don't think it took kuroo very long to realize what he did to you was, well, sort of cruel. i think he regrets it deeply and thinks about it often. in a fucked up sort of way it makes him better to his new partner, because he doesn't want to hurt someone like that again because of his own immaturity. it's unfortunate, but it's like she gets to reap all the benefits of the growth he experiences at your expense.

> Will it ever get better for you after kuroos wedding

of course it will. that's the really weird thing about heartbreak: life just keeps going. you feel like your heart has been cleaved out of your chest, but then you just... go to work. you do your laundry. you read a new book that becomes an all time favourite. you spend time with your friends and family. you go on dates. you learn all the lyrics to new songs. you celebrate holidays and birthdays. and one day you realize it's been years and you're in a totally different part of your life now, and the boy you thought would one day be holding your hand on your deathbed doesn't even know what the inside of your new apartment looks like. and you don't know what his looks like, either. and it's still sad, and hard sometimes, but all you can do is keep going. keep trying to find new happiness even if it's not the one you wanted. and hope that somewhere out there he has a new favourite book too. 

> think of Kai who was secretly pining for you during your relationship with Kuroo. Yet, he still doesn't have it in him to confess his feelings. So, he does the next best thing: he becomes your booty call. But when you slip during one of your hook-ups--when you moan Kuroo's name--he realizes it would never work out between the two of you. Your heart is so full of Kuroo that there's no room for him.

kuroo is so beloved by the people around him that i don't think there's a friend in his life who would EVER betray him like that—even if they did have feelings for you. even more than that, a lot of the friends that he introduced you to during your relationship (who you got close to) seem to grow distant after the breakup. even though it was his fault, really. even though you were their friend too. they just seem to naturally gravitate back to him, like belongings that are divvied up after a divorce. and there's no hard feelings. they don't dislike you, or even do it consciously, it just... happens.

you do definitely call out tetsuro's name when you're hooking up with other people though. it never ends well.

> sorry if u’ve already answered this but how long did kuroo and reader date?

they met in high school, and always had little crushes on each other but it never went anywhere. kuroo FINALLY confessed at graduation (he tried to be rly smooth like the shoujo protag he isn't and almost botched it) and they started dating at 18. they dated for a little over 5 years. broke up at 23. kuroo stayed single for a while before he started dating his (eventual) wife, and they got married at around 26. reader moved away from Tokyo when she was 28-29. and reader and kuroo are both in their mid-to-late 30s when the fic opens!!

[sadistic-kiss]

Important Announcement Please read: Hello I’m sure you have all been worried about me since I haven’t been posting like I normally do. In short I had lost my job last week. I’ve always helped my mom out with my siblings but now she decided to give me money for it, however I know she does not have the funds to pay me for babysitting so usually I just give it back to her in some way(grocery shopping, rent, etc). With all this, I have decided that a remote job would be best so I can still help my mom with my siblings and financially support her. To make a sob story short I wanted my hobby to be my kind of side job. I love writing stories and I’ve recently started drawing pictures to add to my stories (though they are not good right now so give me some time it’s been five years since I picked up a pencil(aka apple pen🥲).

I started writing because of my horrible break up and it has been the best thing that I’ve ever gotten into. I want to keep writing and I plan to keep writing. This long mumble of words isn’t saying ‘If you don’t pay me I won’t write’- what I’m trying to say is, ‘If you like my stories and want to support me here’s how’.

I don’t know if some of you will absolutely hate me for even putting this idea out there because I always prided myself on not collecting money from what I do. Because in honesty I will keep writing even if I get nothing. I just thought if I could get even a little bit I could help my mom in some way or maybe I get a lot of support and I can put more focus on writing more stories and adding visual pictures. That is the route I want to go and that is the route I am heading whether it be slow or fast is depending on life and well my financial situation and if I need to get a second job from home. I would much rather this be on the front burner instead of the back burner. I want to put my undivided attention into my stories and drawings and if you like that idea too and want

full speed ahead picture stories and chapters almost every day then please go to my page for more info.

Or maybe you don’t like that idea or your financial situation is tricky that’s okay too I understand. I’ll still keep posting, it’s what I enjoy doing. I will never put a story or chapter behind a paid wall 🖤.

I hope you all won’t be upset with me, I have been stressing about this the entire week and I truly didn’t know what else to do or say about the situation. If this absolutely pisses you off then I will remove it and we can continue on like normal.

[gummybugg]

Meet my OC Elijah from Crater City!

I have another profile! i had to redraw him from this post because it was time for a change.

Inspired by that one picrew @ reelrollsweat made!

Detailed Bio under the cut!

˗ˏˋ [intro]

Name: Elijah (he/him)

Role: secondary protagonist

Dob: Sept 21; aged 24

Sexuality: bi

Mbti: istj

Occupations: fast food employee, electronics employee, and arcade employee

bio / summary: At 18, Elijah is kicked out of his home and must juggle three jobs, his family affairs, and the threat of becoming “repurposed”—a procedure that implants biotech in the body to “fix” unruly/indebted citizens. As much as he wants to maintain a quiet life, he knows that in order to make it in Crater City it takes grit—a daunting fact he must face even if he is afraid he’ll turn out like Him. 

˗ˏˋ [appearance]

Height: 5’9”

Hair: medium brown, curly, undercut with a star shaved on either side of his head above the ear

Skin: fair

Eye: brown

build / physique: medium build (not too fit)

notable features: tooth gap, covered in freckles, slit in left eyebrow, left brow piercing, industrial piercing in left ear, double lobe piercings in each ear, snake bite piercings

clothing style: punk/alt, heavy/dark makeup…

˗ˏˋ [more]

tag for your oc: elijah

aesthetic / vibe / tropes: star motif; punk/alt

traits / quirks: generally hopeful, friendly/polite, will tell others great advice instead of following his own, loves to help, overthinker, blushes easily, non-confrontational, very resourceful, dresses more intimidating than he actually is, indecisive, takes a bit to warm up to others, quite defensive

quotes: “Blair, you can't just tell a man—who's clearly out of it—to ‘suck it up’ because the world has already ended!”, “Look around you, Blair. We live in a fucking hellscape! The water is red, the sky is green, and we're about to be turned into scrap metal! This is not a joke!”, “Oh, this is it! We're going to have to go back into hiding again, and he's going to call the police, and we'll be repurposed!”

fun facts: hemophobic, enjoys letting Blair do his makeup, has out-pizza’d the hut, gives the best hugs, has a pet hamster called No-Clip

hobbies / skills: coding, gaming, can drink up to 7 energy drinks in one day, plays guitar, sings, skateboards, can deliver punches so hard they make you see stars

likes: video games, the color yellow, cartoons, doing makeup, spontaneously dying his hair at 2 am, sci-fi movies/media, punk rock, collecting pins/buttons/patches, info-dumping with his friends

dislikes: Feeling stuck or useless, feeling like a victim, slow work, discourse, blood/gore, organizations, cultists, his family

moodboard:

playlist:

(may update this page as I see fit!)

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[thesupernaturalhouse]

I'm watching murder drones and I've jsut finished ep5 ngl....I'm so confused about soem stuff- So I'm gonna talk about it!

Now, before doing that, the series is amazing, and I love the animation and voices the lore and story are super interesting to! It just has some plot holes and stuff, which is understandable since it's also a YouTube series and doesn't have a big budget like other series. And I don't know I hagnt watched ep6 yet so maybe it has soem answers anyways:

Ep1: really the only thing that doesn't make sense- to me, is J 'dying' because we saw N get his head blasted off woth Uzis gun and he regrew it in....not even a minute- so how come J kinda just...died?

Also, J is the leader not N I well not take it any other way because it being any other way make no sense, cause wife you want a leader for a MURDER TEAM ylu gonna want the most efficient one. V is obsessed with killing, so J reigns her in, N is too nice, so J makes sure he does his job at least somewhat well. She's the leader.

Also we never get more information on the 'other squads' thing, I think it would've been cool if maybe idk, Doll was a DD and was hiding in plan sight or smth. Or maybe her, and Uzis mom, parents were disassembly friens, DD, and they started to blend in with the worker drones, WD, and sorta regret the company and stuff and so N, V and J were sent to get rid of them because they disobeyed orders

It'd make sense why J is so hellbent on the rules and killing and stuff and add some angst and more info as to why doll and Uzi have these powers because they half half DD code and half WD code. And how Uzis' mom wanted doors to be built to hide them she KNEW others would be sent after her and dolls parents and so needed to make sure everybody was ready for that!

Ep2: definitely a LOT more questions- like wtf is that head thing?? Explain?? Pelase?? Why?? How?? When!?

Edit: Never mind what iw rite here- i re watched the episode cause I wanted to, and actually, Uzi does say it runs an auto program to collect new materials, so I just missed that by accident That's my bad, I admit to that

Ep3: we don't really see how much N and Uzis relationships have developed. we don't really see any....bonding, so moments feel a bit out of place. Like how khan says the DD are bad influences, I feel like if maybe there was a filler episode or two- maybe about them sneaking into the colony and staing stuff to rebuild the ship or smth it'd have made moments like that make a lot mroe sense and would've shown their friendship growing and stuff, it'd happen before ep2 tho

And it'd help Ep4, where V/N are put in charge, make a lot more sense because N and Uzi have been sneaking skrund and nit hurting anyone so they kinds disregard N as safe. Other then that is pretty good, I do think we could've had V show a more humane side maybe saying how she only killed dolls parents because of an order, to kill form the company, and show she does feel guilty for killing but because she doesn't have a real choice she trie sto make it as 'fun' as possible. It doesn't have to be emotional it could happen while she's shooting at Doll. Maybe she's mad Dolls killing her friends/classmates of he rown free will or smth idk

Ep4: I kinda get them running to N/V when uzi mentions them being friends because.....she did bring a g^n to school- but I don't understand why they shot an arrow at her, not even by accident or 'cause they were startled the guy pointed and took the shot after seeing her- like why? Why would they SHOOT at her? Or look so scared? I feel like they should been looking away awkwardly or rolling their eyes dismissvly. Maybe the guy sees the symbol in her eye and accidentally pulls the trigger in being startled by it. Jsut confused me

Also wish they showed more of the collar things, maybe it could said 'serial designation N landed *****' and Uzi is confused because it belonged to her mom not N and she sorta realizes who her mom was or smth? Idk just wish they did mroe with it, they might in ep6 havnt seen it yet tho

Also, what's with V threatening Uzi? Like that was so....random- where did she even come from?? I feel like it should've shown V watching Uzi leave and then see the symbol in her eye, and so she panics, quietly, and threatens Uzi because the thing with doll happened maybe a week? Ago in canon, so she'd still be freaked out, I think. Idk, maybe I'm giving V to much credit here

Ep5: to be discussed

Ep6: to be discussed

Idk it's jsut my opinion, feel free to try and explain to me and stuff- I'd love to hear theory and more ideas and such. Also again, no hate just my personal confusions and feelings about certain things

Feel like it went from lore lillypad to lore lillypad and didn't actually give us a break to get hints and more elaboration and stuff, so this very confusing- anyways I'll update later, maybe, after I watch ep 5/6

[johnlock-ismy-soul]

I hope you get better sleep! If you need some ideas I have a few!

Drink something! Surprisingly a glass of water in the morning and one at night helps not only to remember dreams but get better sleep! Water is the most preferred, but anything without caffeine should do! (Unless you’re like me with ADHD and that knocks me out)

Melatonin! Quickly google what foods, drinks, or even activities produce the most melatonin for the brain! Maybe try supplements?

Repetition! If you find a way that helped you fall asleep easily try repeating that again the next night to help you sleep! (But make sure it’s healthy!

Counting! It sounds silly but sometimes I count to 100 and in between I say phrases like ‘I will sleep’, ‘rest is easy’, etc. even though it sounds kinda cringe it has been my more success methods!

Info-dumping! If a lot is on your mind just get a journal and write what you want! Or even scribble making ‘your own language’ haha! Just using the notes app on your phone also works too! It doesn’t even have to have good spelling or be coherent, just dump and go!

Work out! I did little at home workouts that consist of using mostly just my body weight and even though they were on the lighter side, I still got tired enough to sleep!

Hobbies! Sometimes our brains just want to let loose and unwind a lil so do a couple lines of crossword! Write a paragraph for a fic! Color in some lines! Knit that blanket! Do whatever makes you happy and de-stressed!

Meditation! Now personally my brain as never been able to tolerate listening to the zen music and meditation, but if you try and see that it works, totally go for it!

Playlists! I have a playlist specified for when I’m tired or feeling not my usual energized self and if a playlist of different songs might help you sleep then I totally recommend it! Just prepare for some adds if you use YouTube or Spotify to make playlists…

Reading! Specifically old literature! I have a collection of Edgar Allen Poe short stories and poems and I fall asleep pretty quickly—not because it’s boring, but because the language is more old and the passing of the stories are different and it uses up all the remaining energy in my brain! If you want any recs, I suggest either that, or Carmilla, maybe even Anne of Green Gables or Howls Moving Castle if you want something more modern!

I really hope these help and if you want/need to chat then please let me know!! ^^

<3

This is so sweet, thank you again. Gonna put this on my board so ppl can also see this! :D

[softxsuki]

Hey there! How are you doing lately, Han? I'd like to wish you a Happy Valentine's Day and place a letter request, please. <3

From: Kazutora (TokyoRev).

To: gn!Reader.

Petnames: none, please.

Relationship Status: not dating, yet. But the feelings are there and are mutual. Kazutora is realising his feelings and the reader isn't focusing on that, but they've had the biggest crush on him for the longest time and never got to confess.

Tone of the Letter: appreciation, gratefulness.

Genre: fluff, maybe some hurt/angst.

Location: idk how prisions work, but the letter is delivered from there to me.

Other Info/details: the letter is sent not so long after he went to jail (second time) and the reader never left his side and tried their best to stick by his side, even when he was trying to push them away. The reader is very comprehensive and optimistic, they’re also loyal and don't hide their feelings, but Kazutora is just very oblivious. The reader likes to give him gifts (anything the system allows Kazutora to have, the reader tries to get him).

I hope this is enough, thanks in advance, take care and stay safe and healthy! I love you and your works and blog!!

Kazutora’s Confession Letter To His Friend

Valentine’s Day Letter Event pt.2 Masterlist (CLOSED)

Pairing: Kazutora x Gn!Reader

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff?, slight angst, kinda friends to lovers

Post-Type: Letter

Word Count: 480

Summary: In which Kazutora sends you a letter from jail, confessing his feelings to you

[A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day! It was my first time writing for Kazutora so I hope he’s in character. Hope you enjoy 💗]

It was a normal day as you walked to collect the mail from your mailbox, something you did every morning.

But that was all about to change thanks to the letter you found addressed to you from Kazutora. He had been locked up not too long ago, accepting his charges and ready to pay for what he did, a heart full of regret. He had spent weeks trying to push you away, but you refused. He knew you liked him, but he’d always brush you away, saying you shouldn’t be with a criminal and that you deserve way more than that.

That was the last time you spoke to him, tired of having your heart broken, but still very much in love with him. Nothing would change that. So seeing a letter from him made time feel like it had stopped. You didn’t even go back into the house before shredding the envelope open and reading it’s contents;

Dear Y/N,

If everything goes as planned, then you’re reading this on Valentine’s Day…

I first want to apologize for pushing you away and treating you so coldly when you’ve stuck by my side through everything. I’ve received all your gifts and letters since the last time I saw you and I’ve come to a decision.

I’ll accept your feelings…because I also like you. I’ve always liked you actually, it was just hard having to accept them knowing what kind of person I am. I didn’t want to drag you through my mess, but I don’t want to hurt you.

It would be an honor to be your Valentine this Valentine’s Day. We can’t see each other due to the limited time I have to see visitors, but if you’re willing to wait for me, we can make it official as soon as I’m out of here.

I’m ready to change for the better, Y/N. I’ll become a man that you’ll be proud to have by your side. Just wait for me, please.

I love you,

Kazutora Hanemiya.xx

P.S: Thank you for not giving up on me. I’m blessed to have your affection.

“Well, it’s about time,” you mumble to yourself, choosing to ignore the flutter in your chest. You hadn’t planned on giving up on your feelings for him anyway.

“Of course I’ll wait for you…” you whisper to yourself, running back into the house to write your response to him.

You’d wait as long as you needed to for him. He was your past, present, and future. You couldn’t wait to make things official as soon as he was released.

You couldn’t help the smile that took over, excited for the years to come. For now though, you could settle on sending each other letters and gifts along with the rare visits you were allowed.

He was yours and you were his–at least that much was true now.

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Posted: 2/14/2023

[serjaimelannister]

very late on this but tagged by @halfagod thank you <333

name: jacquelyn

pronouns: she/her

Where do you call home?: northeastern U.S.

Favorite animals: hmm maybe arctic foxes? or hummingbirds

Cereal of choice: granola! currently obsessed with the chocolate sea salt kind they sell at aldi

Are you a visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner?: probably auditory, kinesthetic, visual in that order.

First pet: technically a black lab when i was too young to remember, but my parents thought he was too much of an agent of chaos to be around little kids (i'm told at one point he grabbed me by the hood of my coat and dragged me across the snowy yard screeeeech). so they rehomed him then ig the new owner didn't change his tags right away and soon after my parents got a call that the dog had broken into a bank and could someone please come collect him !! first pet i actually remember was a golden retriever who we got when i was three and lived to be almost 13, i loved her very much <3

Favorite scent: masala chai

Do you believe in astrology?: no

How many playlists do you have on spotify/apple music?: i feel like an old person with this answer lol but i don't know how to access this info? it doesn't say on my profile but uh too many to count manually to say the least, i loooove making playlists

Sharpies or highlighters: highlighters

Songs that make you cry: cosmia and sadie by joanna newsom, black pear tree by the mountain goats, both sides now by joni mitchell, and many others lol

Songs that make you happy: (gonna try not to artist repeat) shake it out by florence and the machine, friday i'm in love by the cure, also going to steal dreams by the cranberries

And finally, do you write/draw/create?: i'm a journalist so i write constantly, which is sort of a double edged sword because i do love it and it's a huge part of my identity (for better or worse lol) but the writing burnout is real and ripples into creative writing pursuits. i do dabble in poetry and fic but barely post anything, was also v. into drawing and painting when i was younger but that's even more rare now

tagging @serbriennetheblue, @blackbetha, @arthurwilde @kingslaye @kulliare and anyone else who wants to do this <3

[literaticat]

Hi Jenn. Kinda a two-tier question but about the same thing. Is there ever a case where you might approach a small press for a client's books, either because you've exhausted all larger publishers and/or because the client requests that you do - maybe because they just want to see the book published even if it means little or no money. Would you do this even if the publisher was not offering an advance? And, more generally, I do sometimes see other agents have deals in PW with small, sometimes very small presses, and I wonder why they did the deal, especially if there was no or little advance. Just for the sale/starting out? Because the client requested it? Etc. etc. Is it worth an agent's time? Whatever info you can give on this type of thing, either from personal experience or in general. Thank you.

Obviously agents would love for every book we rep to be sold in a hotly contested auction for a metric butt-load of $$$ -- but this is the real world. There are all types of books, and all types of deals, and, you know, what can you do? Contrary to popular belief, it's not ALL about the advance.

Some smaller publishers, like say, Charlesbridge, do a wonderful job editorially and keep books in print forever, so even if the advances are on the low side compared to massive publishers, that money will be earned in royalties in the long term. We sell to them plenty, it's not a problem.

Some small publishers are quite prestigious, and just make really beautiful, extraordinary books, and it's worth it to the author to take a low advance to have something so perfect and special. That's certainly not for every book -- or even many books -- but for some books, that might be just the right fit.

(I'm thinking here of, say, New York Review Books Classics Collection. I sold a reissue of a book to them and it was and remains one of my favorite sales I've ever done. Did it have a big advance? No -- but it's earned royalties every year, and also, it came out beautifully, and was a new life for a book that is very beloved and deserves to be in print. If they, or say, Enchanted Lion, or Flying Eye Books, were to come a'knockin - I certainly wouldn't turn them away!)

(Also, I've sold to some pretty small publishers, and I don't think we've ever gotten NO advance. Small? Yes. Entirely invisible? I don't think so, unless it was some kind of experiment that I just don't remember, like the royalties were super high or something???)

So basically -- idk, it all depends on the project. For MOST projects, I'm going to start with the biggest publishers and add in some mid-sized and small-but-mighty publishers as appropriate, and see what happens. If a publisher is good, is making a good-faith offer, the author is happy and wants to take it, etc, it's inherently 'worth my time' -- presumably this is just one deal in a career with all kinds of different deals over the course of many years, I'm not going to ever say that a deal isn't worth my time just because it's on the smaller side. All this stuff adds up.

I would personally not be likely to send to EXTREMELY small publishers unless my client requested it and/or there was some specific reason to do so. Because, well, I usually don't know them, and it usually would never come up. But sometimes it does. (Like, real example, it's a book about Yosemite and I know that the Yosemite Conservancy publishes beautiful books about Yosemite and I happen to know the editor there -- well then, sure, why not. But I'm not scouring the earth to find the smallest or most niche publishers! THAT would not be worth my time.)

I also would not personally submit to publishers I don't trust to actually pay and publish the book well and have my author's best interest at heart.

If my client was DYING to send to some random schmuck publisher I don't trust or mess with, I'd tell them all the reasons it's a bad idea. If they insisted and I really felt like they were making a bad mistake, they would have to do that deal on their own or find another agent, because I can't in good conscience DELIBERATELY get a client into a bad situation. There are enough bad situations in publishing already without seeking them out on purpose!

[naffeclipse]

First, please forgive the jumbled incoherent mess that I am about to dump into your ask box.

The way your story smoothly relays important information is a breath of fresh air. How the hints/nods/facts are woven into the unfolding events without it being glaringly obvious is what I adore the most, it feels natural and makes the story flow. This form of storytelling really gives a great nod to the reader. Like you are trusting the reader to figure out the puzzle pieces. It makes it fun and enthralling. I saw the post where someone had already made a connection to the possibility of Moon already knowing about Y/N's past. It had come across my mind when Moon had asked Y/N to stop lying and it really made sense considering all the factors leading up to that point -> Sun & Moon are both brilliant detectives -> Have been working on Y/N's case for a good while now -> Knowing where a hideout is that was used during the Afton family's reign -> Meaning they must have personally been assigned to cases involving said crime family -> Meaning they must have had some information on the members of said crime family.

I'm gushing over the complexity you are giving these characters, in no way are they one-dimensional and neither are the relationships between each other. Given Sun & Moon's past relationship with Eclipse. I can't imagine how hurt and bitter they must be towards someone so close become everything they are against. Eclipse and his brothers were on two different sides of a coin on what they considered to be just. It must have really touched home seeing Y/N being able to stray from the life of crime and horrific acts to becoming a vigilante trying to redeem their past sins. It's like Y/N must have given them hope their brother could change. I know it could be that this is not the case, but it's a thought. On the other side, Eclipse is full of vengeful spirit against society for what they went through to survive. I see his personality is more "kill or be killed" and that he learned if you want something you have to take it. Losing his relationship with his brothers must have hit deep because it's something he can't just take back. Then here comes Y/N, leading a life similar to his, but willingly throwing it all away. It's something he couldn't bring himself to do even for his brothers. I sense a resentment there and a longing. Maybe even jealousy that Y/N can have a relationship with his lost family while he can't. He might deep down blame himself, think himself an irredeemable monster and that Y/N has to be too. The mentality that if I am this way and can't change, then who the hell are you to say you can? I could see Eclipse pursuing Y/N because they represent another thing he can't have, but he will not take rejection again. There is so much more about this dynamic I could rant about, but I will stop here lol It's really hard to write out my thoughts.

I envy your ability to portray your ideas on paper, character and world building. Being able to portray the characters emotions in a variety of ways (facial expressions, motions, actions, gestures, speech pattern). The way you are able to describe a scene in a way that plays like a movie in your mind. Simple details and actions that really put you in the moment. I have never written a story before, but I am pretty motivated to take a shot. That is, if I get my art projects out and stop procrastinating :( I have an entire plot and details hashed out that I can't get past the brainstorming/info dump stage. Again, absolutely love your work. If this story was written with OCs and not based off of a fandom, I would still eat it up :)

Oh my gosh, you're making me melt!! Ahhhh, thank you so much and I love reading every word of this, it's just so amazing!! I'm just sitting here trying to collect myself but then I reread this again and alsjdfalfa

Your analysis of the brothers' dynamics, Eclipse, and Eclipse's obsession with Y/N is *chef's kiss* magnificent! I'm eating up every word eeee!

I can't answer directly to your speculation but just know I'm reading it like this:

[midnightcrustcat]

agh okay fuck it im sharing a little bit of info about my fanfelts here as well (there are two more members but I'm not rlly sharing em atm wkjdsj)

okay so these guys are the dogs!!! they are a group of murder machines led by the lord of doom in my fanadventure I'm tryna work on stuff :]]]. They are all immortal because of the lord's power and most of em are stoic due to years of experience so yeah(tho also still prone to falling unconscious and such)

now w/ the members

I. Sphacelate (or simply, Sphac)

(He/him)

he's a sleep deprived fellas who's ability is to make anything he touch rot, and he also wears special gloves to prevent any accidents and stuff. he also wields a weapon which is a pair of daggers. when he's not working he's a pretty chill fella, also enjoys some good ol' jazz

II. Evocator (or Evo)

(They/Them)

very sinister and freaky fellow who never stops smiling, they enjoy their job the most here. their main ability is to turn anything alive or dead into a zombie and stuffs. their favourite weapon is a handaxe. they are a huge fan of intense horror stuff

III. Contagion

(Any pronouns)

they don't have any special abilities but are very immune to poisons and such, but because of that their saliva has became poisonous as well so prefer to eat/drink alone. his main weapon is a gas gun thingy w/ a secret flame thrower function. they also make lemonade but almost nobody wants to drink it

IV. Doc Beck(or just Doc)

(He/She)

no abilities in particular as well but they are the doctor for the bunch (and also the shortest member here), , , he rlly hates his job but he's also rlly good it ansnsns. his main weapon is a bone saw. he enjoys reading books and hanging out w/ Hypo n' Derry in his free time

V. Hypothermia (or Hypo)

(He/Him)

maybe the kindest member here?? his main ability is to freeze someone to death but he also uses his powers to make ice cream when he has the time to. his weapon is an uzi, yeah. he also shivers as a side effect of his powers

VI. Beheader (or Derry)

(He/It)

derry doesn't rlly have any abilities, tho he can sometimes, , , turn into a werewolf ig?? he's also the fluffies member in the gang, but dude also doesn't know proper manners. his main weapon that can switch between forms (executioner's axe/guillotine)

VII. Pestilence (or Pesti)

(He/Him)

guys main ability is to spread horrid deceases and infections and stuff so he's super dangerous to linger next to. cuz of his powers he constantly needs to wear his gas mask(only allowed to take it off for 1 hour every 12 hours). he also has a hard time talking so he sounds raspy as hell. no he doesn't have any weapons, he doesn't have a need for one. his head is lizard-like, even has a forked tongue.

VIII. Death

(She/They)

not a leprechaun but a first guardian from the same universe as the lord of doom. does the least fighting here cuz she doesn't rlly find a need to. collects souls and writes a lot of books on how every victim of the dogs has died, there are probably, , , a lot of books by now. enjoys some good ol' tea time and chit-chat

IX. War

(He/Him)

his main ability is to have an unlimited amount of weaponery, but it comes w/ a cost. he's a very grumpy and annoyed guy who's hated by most of the members. his favourite weapons to use are sables. he's short, lmao

X. Famine

(She/Her)

the most stoic member in the bunch, who also smokes a lot, and I mean A LOT, she's drenched in the smell of cigarettes but her voice is unaffected. her main power is to bring bad luck to ppl and stuff. her main weapons is a hammer and scales. huge idm and breakcore fan

okay that's all :]]]

[tyler-lawson]

Hello, Dispatch. I’m sorry. You want to know what?!

"Hello, Campus Public Safety, this is Dan, how can I help you?" The department receptionist answered the phone. He listened intently for a few minutes, his face growing more and more confused and concerned. "Why would that not be legal?" He asked, scrunching his face. "Oh, uh, let me see if one of the officers can help with that." He put the call on hold, and looked up to me in shock.

"Officer Lawson, I have a student on the phone asking if it would be legal for them to grow poppies in his dorm room. He says he is asking because he knows poppies can be harvested and brewed into a narcotic tea, and just wanted to clarify that is not what he wants to do, but wants to know if there are any issues he could run into?"

I slump into my desk again. For being college students, these kids are remarkably dumb, and apparently think I am dumber still. "Get a name and room number and tell them I will call them back."

"Okay. ... Hello sir, can I get a name and room number, the officers are all busy, but I will have one call you back as soon as they have a moment. Uh huh. Okay. Got it. Thanks. Yes, you have a nice day too." Dan hung up the phone and looked at me with a face of utter confusion. "Here is his info." He said, handing over a note. "What the hell? Is this the kind of stuff I have to look forward to this year?"

"Every year. It is never boring. You have to admire the creativity, though maybe not the common sense. Alright, well, I guess I am off to give this kid a house call. So much for a slow office day." I gripe, standing up and heading collecting my gear.

It was a short walk across campus to the dorm room. I knocked on the door with my patented Cop Knock, and heard scrambling inside for a bit before the door was pulled open. Standing in front of me was a thin man wearing a black hoody and faded blue skinny jeans, with a drop crotch. His pants were sagging down enough that his vibrant blue and yellow splotched boxer briefs were visible beneath the hem of his hoody. His brilliant orange shoes helped to draw attention away from his cupped and nearly exposed package.

"Hello, I am Officer Lawson with Campus Safety. I was told you had some questions about some room accessories you were looking at?"

"Oh, yeah. I thought you were just going to call."

"Yeah, I was in the area when Dan called, and figured this would be an easier option. So, want to explain to me what is up?" I asked innocently. "Mind if I step in and we take a seat?"

We take a seat, I sit on a chair and he perches himself on the side of the bed. His sag becomes more clear as he sits, I can tell that his pants are fully beneath his butt, and his boxer briefs are clearly visible over his ass as he sits with just his butt on the bed.

"Uh yeah. Sure. So, my buddies and I are, uh, getting into horticulture, and wanted to try gardening this year. I heard poppies are a, uh, good starting plant. So, I, uh, we, uh, were just like, hoping to do a small planter, over there, on the window sill." His focus on irrelevant details highlighting this lie, his stuttering and stammering emphasizing his discomfort.

"And you called the police just to check if it was okay to put a planter in the window?", I ask, unamused, sitting and scanning the room. The room is dissheveled and chaotic, the bed, desk, and dresser covered in discarded clothes, papers spread on the desk and piled in place. I can smell the clear scent of marijuana, and notice a bong barely hidden under jeans and several pairs of boxers.

"Yeah, uh, so, I, uh, one of the guys, uh, they like, they heard that like, poppies could, you know, if cooked right or whatever, could make like a light version of heroin or something, if, you, I don't know, put it in a tea or something. And, look, I don't want to get arrested for a hobby, right? So, like, I just want to make sure that you guys are not going to like slap me in cuffs for having a planter in the window or whatever." He continues stammering. "So, like, I figured I would just, like, call and check."

"Sure, sure. So, listen. No, possession of a poppy plant is not a crime, you can grow it and stick it in a planter in your room."

He breathes in finally, relief spreading across his face. "Oh, cool. Great. Well, thanks for stopping by." He says, standing and trying to usher me out the door. His pants sink a bit as he does, and he reaches down to catch them.

"No, the plant is not illegal. Having the intent to manufacture narcotics with it, that part is illegal." He stops in his tracks, his face flushing. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, seemingly unable to form words. He finally swallows and is able to croak out a few words.

"No, *gulp*, no. I don't want to manufacture narcotics. I am just trying to learn how to grow my own plants."

"Dude." I say flatly. "You are not fooling anyone. You are a druggy. This room reeks of weed." I lift up the underwear off the bong, "You sat me right next to your bong. I bet if I searched this room I could find weed, mushrooms, maybe some acid."

"No, please. Look, I am sorry. It was stupid. But I really don't want to do aything other than."

"Shut up. Between your call with Dan, which, like all calls to the station are recorded, by the way, and the conversation we had here, I have more than enough to charge you with possession with intent to manufacture."

"What?! But, I don't even have..." He stammers, trying to summon words, but none come. He starts shaking nervously, hugging his arms around his chest. That pulls his hoody up from his waist, fully showing off his abstract-art-covered package trapped above his jeans waist.

"Face the wall, put your hands behind your back." I instruct, kicking clothes and snacks out of the way on the ground to clear a path for him. I point to the wall and guide him just barely touching his elbow.

He steps up against the wall, and puts his hands down behind his back, wrists crossed. He rests his forehead on the wall, then bangs it softly against the wall several times. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." He repeats.

I pull out a pair handcuffs, and slip them quickly over his waiting wrists, double-locking them with the key.

"Alright. You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights?" I ask, starting to frisk him.

I feel over his hoody, down his arms and along his chest and stomach. I tuck my hands in under his hoody, feeling his thin shirt against this skin. He shakes as I drag my hands across his body. Down over his boxer briefs and then down into his pockets. I pull out two small baggies of marijuana, and drop them on the desk.

"Anything else you have on you? Now would be the best time for me to know." I ask a tinge of gloating in my voice.

"No." He breathed, pressing his body against the wall and hiding his face. I finish the frisk, and open the door. I have him step outside and put him up against the wall, standing in the hallway. His sagging jeans fall further as he shuffles, and his vibrant-painted butt of blue, white, and yellow sticks out for any passerby's to see. Several students were walking or standing in the hall and turned to watch the cuffed boy being manhandled by a cop.

I step back in the room, and start collecting and bagging or tagging everything that I found. The drugs get individual bags, the bong got a tag taped to it. I found a bag of poppy seeds that were bagged and labeled.

My work as interrupted as I heard heavy footsteps in the hallway. I stepped out and saw the kid running down the hallways, slightly tripping as his pants fell lower, struggling to keep his balance with his hands cuffed behind him. He pushed past several students who had their phones out. I took off down the hallway behind him. He tripped and stumbled as he reached the door at the end of the hallway, and started trying to fumble with the handle, twisting his cuffed hands around to the side of his body to try and work it.

I caught up to him still fumbling with the door. I grabbed his elbows and straightened him out, slamming his chest against the door. "Well, that is not going to make anything easier for you." I scolded, holding him against the door and kicking his feet apart with mine. I pull out a pair of leg irons from a pocket in my BDUs, and bend down, locking them around his ankles, over top of the legs of his faded, torn skinny jeans, above his stark orange shoes. He probably wished he did not have such loud shoes to draw attention to his new restraints.

I walked him back to his room, him now tripping and stumbling as the chain of the ankle cuffs and his own pants conspired together to make movement a challenge. I used another pair of cuffs to lock his wrists to the nob of his door, forcing him to now stand outside in the hallway facing out. His boxer briefs the only cover for his package as students walked past to get to class, snapping pictures and recording video.

I got the students who had footage of him running from the room in cuffs to provide me a copy of that, and got their names in case the prosecutors needed additional information from them. I proceeded to finish my search in his room as he stood locked to the door like a living statute, his hands cuffed away preventing him from hiding his shame, unable to cover his junk or his face, and both clearly visible to all that passed by.

I eventually finished collecting everything, ultimately finding LSD, marijuana, poppy seeds, a bong, a pipe, and a vape. Everything was bagged and tagged, but I could not take it with me if I also was going to escort my prisoner. So, I closed and locked the door, sealing it with tamper-evident tape before uncuffing him from it.

We walked, well, I walked, he shuffled and stumbled like a penguin as he tried to learn to walk with chains on his ankles. His inability to grab and pull up his pants another new challenge for him, and one he was not winning.

I brought him into the station, and dumped him cuffed and shackled in a holding cell for booking. Before did that, I had to share around the video of him "running" cuffed and losing his pants.

(Inspired by @saggysammy)

[cak31ssuperi04]

Ask and you shall receive @likesaly

Tobari

(ripping this one from the tags of my other hc post since I'm not sure if anyone reads those)

-That said she actually was practicing coding before she ran off, although the hacking was a more recent development.

-Growing up she had a tendency to jump between hobbies before getting bored and moving to the next one. Her family was rich enough to pay for classes and tutors so it was feasible, even if they found it annoying. Learned some of her trades while freelancing but she already had a pretty sizeable skillset.

-Between her and the other hackers, she empathizes the most with Mikado, having been deemed unreadable and difficult to understand herself. Which isn't to say she necessarily likes or goes along with him, but she goes easy on him.

-Perpetually winking because she's blind in her right eye.

-Familiar with Momori's work and admires her as a designer(<-mentioned this under the relationship chart post but dropping it here for posterity's sake)

-Has gotten into an argument with Kotora over whether tea was better than coffee(although neither of them dislikes the other, they do have, preferences) and it was the singular time Kirai and Nomiya were actually scared of either of them. Mikado insists milkshakes are superior to both and hell is unleashed on him.

-Does typically get along with Kotora though, finds more common ground with him than Kirai or Nomiya on account of both of them being the Mature Reasonable Adults of the group(even if she thinks he's a pushover and he thinks she's a little too easygoing about the crime stuff)

-Worked at the drugstore with Shitara at one point. Both big gossipers. While Tobari may not have been as good at seeing through the twins' bullshit as she was her resolve was unwavering, the prank that ends up getting to her(and even then she only gets frustrated, but it's enough to scare the twins) ends up being something completely trivial.

-Takes up work at Flower Bee after her stint as a hacker is over(tea buddies with Chino and omitted a Lot of details about her line of work). That goes about as well as you'd expect, with Haruya being one of the hackers' targets (Haruya is incredibly suspicious around her but they warm up to each other, sort of. Tobari helps Haruya learn to stand up for himself at least)

Shinobu

My Nanashi-Shinobu hc is 10 other hcs in a trenchcoat so it's a bit hard to get into that but a couple of somewhat unrelated ones are that

-He reads a lot, but is partial to mystery novels. Has a knack for trying to replicate cases from them.

-Shitsuna actually was influenced by Shinobu into saying she wished Merue had died(re. at one point she mentions the garden being her favorite area in the hotel. I'm thinking Shinobu finds out that their relationship had gotten a bit rocky after the accident and used that to his advantage). -The fatcats are chillgoing enough but Shinobu is bad with pets by default. They just don't like him. Either avoids them entirely or puts them under some weird kind of pet trance. -Started working at the hotel soon after Misane and Nanase placed their reservation there. Don't ask how he got the info.

-The Shinobu Kasuga alias was based around "Izuchi Nasuga" (in a similar sense as the Mikado-Misane deal) hence him being the only side character who makes a reappearance despite not having any plot relevance. (this one is related I just wanted to mention it)

Misane -Plushie collecter! Partial to cats ofcourse, big fan of whatever the 1bit equivalent of Hello Kitty is(maybe it is just hello kitty. Maybe Hello Kitty is timeless). Kind of embarrassed about it so Toukai and Nanashi are the only ones who know about it but that won't stop her from staring one of them down into buying her one whenever they come across a novelty plushie rack. -Mother died when she was fairly young, so she only has spotty memories of her. For how professional and pragmatic Toukai may appear he did spoil her a bit growing up. He's not perfect but he's trying. -While it wasn't the last or even necessarily the one that convinced the higher ups to take her on as an apprentice detective, her mother's death was one of her first big cases and the one that pushed her to trying to become an actual detective. It was essentially a cold case she dug up and solved behind Toukai's back, and is to some extent the root of her strong sense of justice. -Other than that she was more isolated to local cases, finding missing pets and lost jewelry and the whatnot(with maybe some more serious stuff sprinkled in. Kid sticking her nose where it doesn't belong with an alarming success rate type beat). Looked up to her dad a lot and was really perceptive for how clumsy she was. -It still took a lot of persistence to get him to let her though, since she was so young. Was 13 when she became an apprentice. While he may not be entirely aware of how it affected her(growing up too fast and all) he doesn't doubt her skill. -Most of her work as an apprentice is supposed to just involve following other detectives around and helping them out/observing them, even if she does have a tendency to take charge when she comes across a case on her own. -The pressure of trying to live up to the position only amplified how nervy she was and caused her to fuck up a lot(enter her speech about Nanase being there for her). -Also a big reader! Always has been but she also. Is partial to mystery, although after she starts pretty much living that life she finds them kind of predictable anymore and sees herself drawn to more escapist stories(fantasy and the like). -Tendency to climb up into trees to clear her mind when she gets frustrated. Probably has gotten stuck a couple of times but now just skitters up and down like it's nothing. Falls asleep up there sometimes. -Toukai was worried about her falling out but despite her assertions that it was Fine he resolved to build a treehouse for her. Which basically ended up going unfinished for the longest time because he can't build for shit. Nanashi does eventually help finish it(can't really build either but probably knows someone who does. And hey, two heads is better than one) but alas, while Misane appreciates the sentiment she just continues falling sleep on the adjacent branches. Uses the house more to store snacks than anything. -Carries cat toys everywhere in case she meets a cat. Always ready always prepared. (Tends to find herself fidgeting with them herself but shush. they're for the cats) -Has 2 cats herself! I haven't decided their names yet but they're there. -Reconnects with Natsukage and Miumi after the events of XXX.